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Love that tma is so traumatic constantly that we all gloss over the fact that Jon was kidnapped and forcibly moisturized while tied to a chair for a month.
Every time I think too hard about it it actually freaks me out. And Jon never talks about it again which also freaks me out
#the fics of his time there always make me so sad#did the circus even actually feed/water him#I do not want a creepy clown moisturizing me thank you#did they even understand that he gotta pee???#someone make me stop thinking about it#it’s making me so sad and distraught for Jon#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#magnuspod#jonathan sims#the archivist#Jon sims#the circus#the circus of the other#the stranger
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LESSONS IN CORRUPTION w/Gojo Satoru
IN WHICH: Your teacher finally has his way with you at the end of senior year
( TW ): fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, mean and manipulative teacher!Gojo, Porn w/ no plot, corruption kink, power dynamics, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, cream pie, size difference, breeding kink, blood, fingering, age gap (reader is 19, Gojo late 20's), Gojo secretly records, half edited
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“You know I love you right?” Satoru asks, cupping your face.
“I love you too.” You smile up at him as he fingers your pussy.
“Loved you ever since I laid eyes on you—ever since you walked in my class with that short skirt and those white knee-high socks. My innocent schoolgirl.” He leans down to kiss you on the rose-covered hotel bed.
It was your graduation party last week, but he said couldn’t make it to your party at your parent’s house, said he had an important meeting, and RSVP no to your parents’ invitation but when you asked them, they looked at you incredulously and asked why they’d send invitations to your teachers. When you went to school for your last week and told this to Gojo he said he did get an invitation and your parents told you that so you wouldn’t get upset that he couldn’t make it.
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“Gotta surprise for you though.” Gojo smiles up at you from his chair. You’re sitting on his desk, feet resting on the armrest of your teacher’s chair. Gojo can see your panty-clad pussy from his position under you, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows you’d be embarrassed if you knew he could see your Hello Kitty panties.
“Really? What is it is!” You set your salad down so he could have your full attention, you know he doesn’t like it when you focus on anything else--even if it’s something as simple as food. You think it’s romantic how much he needs your full attention.
“Well since I couldn’t come to your party, I figured I should throw you another party, this time just us. It could be our special party.”
“Oh my god, really?” You throw yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His cologne engulfs you.
“Mhm, and guess what? It’s gonna be a sleepover party at that new fancy hotel that just opened downtown. You excited Princess?” Gojo wraps his arms around your waist, discreetly rubbing his semi on your pussy.
“Super-duper excited! When is it? Please say soon!” You cheer, innocently bouncing in his lap. Your pussy clenching when you feel his cock rub down the length of your damped cunt. You hope he doesn’t notice.
“This weekend schoolgirl, your parents approved n’ everything.” He informs you, holding you down on his now rock-solid cock.
He couldn’t wait for this weekend.
“Really?”
“Really, but they told me they want you to tell them you’re staying at your best friend’s house,” you open your mouth to question why but his grip on your waist tightens and he looks down at you angrily. “Don’t question us y/n, you know your parents and I know what we’re doing. Were the adults, you’re just a child, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” You nod, not wanting to upset him when he’s always so good to you.
“Good girl, now finish your lunch sweetheart—no stay on my lap I make sure you eat it right.”
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Gojo glances at the nightstand, ensuring his phone is set up before he looks back at you. Rose petals underneath, nipples puckered, and eyes crossed you look like an angel. His angel.
“Sir! I-it feels weird down there—I think I gotta pee.” Your pussy clenches around his fingers.
“Just let it happen, princess,” He curls his fingers into your g-spot, his other hand going to rub your clit. Your legs start to shake, and you try to clamp them shut but Satoru’s thighs keep them in place. “Don't—That’s it, let go, let it happen.”
You never knew what it was like to orgasm, Satoru has only told you what it would be like, but this—this—you could get used to the way your pussy contracts on your teacher’s fingers and your mind goes blank.
Your hands fly down to his wrists once it’s over, suddenly overwhelmed.
“S’too much ‘Toru, please no more!” You cry out, another mini orgasm washing over you.
“Gotta prep you—get you wet enough for my cock sweet girl,” he takes his fingers out of your cunt, and your juices following in suit. “Think you’re ready?”
“Mhm.” You look up at him like he hung the moon and stars. Right now, if he told you he did—you’d believe him.
He brings his wet fingers to your mouth, and instinctively you open your mouth. He shoves them in.
“Can’t wait to see this small pussy take a dick too big, too old for ‘er.” He groans at the thought, pulling his now clean fingers out of your mouth to pull his boxers off.
You gasp when you see it jump out. It’s huge, the tip is an angry shade of red, and his balls look ready to explode any second. You don’t think with all the prep in the world you could take it.
“It’s too big, Sir.” you whimper, shyly backing away from him.
“Don’t run away from me y/n, how many lessons does it take for you to get ‘Don’t question your elders’ through that little brain of yours,” he pulls you back, slapping your pussy. “C’mon now, didn’t you say you loved me?” He pouts, looking down at you with puppy eyes. Your heart clenches.
“Course I love you—I can take it. I promise.” You grab his face, the one you’ve spent the last semester admiring from afar, and kiss him the way he taught you.
“Yea?”
“Mhm.” You lay back down and wrap your legs around his hips.
He grabs his cock, the head soaked with your juices, and slowly pushes it in. You gasp from the sudden intrusion. His fingers did nothing to prepare you for his girthy cock. He pulls out again before pushing in, this time a few more inches. He repeats this movement until you're filled to the brim. He looks down and chuckles. Only two-thirds of his cock is in your too-small pussy. Blood trickles out the side of your pussy.
“Hurts.” You cry. He looks up to see thick tears flowing down your cheeks.
He thinks about comforting you, but he can’t get his mind off your tight pussy. He’s too worried about not cumming prematurely than comforting you.
“Shh, it’ll feel better soon honey, just lay there and take it.” He starts to move in and out of your cunt. Using your blood as extra lube.
You claw at his back from the overwhelming feeling of your pussy being stretched. Satoru grunts above you, sucking hickeys all over your breast. After the ninth thrust, you start to moan, the pain quickly turning into pleasure.
“Sir! Feels s’good.” You moan.
“Your cunt feels surreal princess, never felt anything like this, think I might need to fuck my students more.” He says into your neck, speeding up when his balls start to clench and ache with the need to release.
Suddenly, you’re overcome with a surge of jealousy, the thought of him fucking the other girls when you leave for college, teaching them how to kiss, and letting them sit on his lap and eat lunch every day makes you want to cry and scream and the same time. He’s yours! He doesn’t get to fuck anyone else, nobody else should be bleeding on his cock and cumming on his fingers.
“S’not fair! You’re mine, only mine!” You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer to you, in you.
“Then prove it little girl, show me that I belong to you.” He shoves his lips on your pouting ones.
You throw your arms around his neck and buck into his hips, determined to show him that he only needs you. That you’re enough to satisfy all his needs.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum deep in this cunny. Gonna fill you up—watch you get full with my baby and have to drop out of college before you even finish the first semester!” His thrusts turn sloppy, bruising your swollen cunt.
“Yes, give me your baby Sir, please!” You moan, suddenly thinking about a life with him and a baby you two 've created. You’ve never felt so empty.
“Please, please, need ‘ur baby s’bad!” You slur, legs tightening around his waist.
“‘M cummin’ schoolgirl, ‘m fucking my baby into your too-small cunt.” Satoru groans, his balls contracting as he shoots his load into your womb.
The sensation of being filled causes you to orgasm again, the world going blank for a few seconds.
“Shit!” Satoru lays over top of you, the weight of him making you wheeze. You lay there silently for a few minutes, unable to form a coherent thought.
“W-was that good?” you question when your mind clears, thinking back to what he said about fucking other girls.
“Of course it was princess, best I’ve ever had.” He reassures all the while his mind is racing, thinking ‘bout the new girl that just transferred to your school. He kisses you as he places a bet with himself ‘How long would it take to get her breed full of his child too.’
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Part 5 (it’s getting out of control) of Charmed Slasher Simon.
Part 4 is here. (Master list coming soon)
(Slight warning for a coworker being a bit of a pushy creep but Simon handles it)
“Riiiiileyyyy.”
Ah, that’s your naughty voice. It means he’s going to want to do awful, terrible things to you out of pure endearment for your cheek.
He turns, arches an eyebrow as you nearly skip up to him. Your hair is shorter.
“New haircut?” he asks as if his fingers aren’t twitching to bury in it and pull your head back.
“Yup! Thought about dyeing it orange, but decided it would clash with my flat.”
He snorts, gives in to the urge to curl a strand around his finger, watches it bounce back into place. You don’t seem to mind, sticking your cute little tongue out at him. (If you’re not careful, he’s going to put you on your knees and have you wrap it around his cock right there.)
“Sensible choice,” he replies, “yellow is more your color.”
You giggle, aren’t bothered by his flat, almost inflectionless tone. “You think?”
“Highlighter yellow. Or maybe banana.”
“Hey, I like bananas!”
He smirks. “Oh yeah? Big ones?”
You shove at him, face going hot. He doesn’t move an inch, not that you were trying hard. Touchy little thing. You remind him of those little birds that flutter around lions, picking and pecking right under their noses, amusing themselves with death.
“Don’t be icky, Riley.”
“Icky.”
“Gross nasty.”
“We’re name calling now?”
“It’s not name calling if it’s true.”
He clicks his tongue, ushers you into the building.
“There a reason for the new hair?” he asks, eyeing it. It’s pretty, don’t get him wrong. But he didn’t know you were getting your hair cut today.
“Fancy office party tonight,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “My stylist just managed to get me in, but now I’ve gotta rush to get ready.”
“Now who said you could go out?”
“What are you gonna do, stop me?” you laugh, clearly thinking he’s teasing. He’s not. If you looked at his face, you’d know it. But you’re busy fussing with your keys, trying to unlock your door.
“I might.”
“Oh, you stop,” you huff, shaking your head. “It’s not even movie night!”
He’s been coming over once a week to watch a movie and drink with you. One of you picks the movie, the other picks the takeaway. He always chooses a horror movie, likes how your eyes water when you get truly scared. You refuse to watch slashers (haven’t told ‘Riley’ why) but you’ll indulge paranormal ones.
It’s not movie night - those are on Saturdays. This is Friday.
“What if I just kidnap you?” he asks. “Keep you in all weekend?”
You hum as if in thought, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Could I go back to work on Monday?”
“Have to see how I’m feeling on Sunday.”
You giggle. “A tempting offer, but you’ll have to settle for kidnapping me just for Saturday.”
“I don’t think you understand how kidnapping works.”
“I’d be a terrible hostage,” you say. He arches an eyebrow, inviting you to continue. “I have to pee when I’m nervous, I’d be talking their ear off - and! I cry like, so much.”
Oh he knows. He thinks of tears running down your pretty face when he cums.
“Some kidnappers like the crying. Theyre sadists.”
You scrunch your face. “But it’s like… gross crying. Total mess. And I make dying seal noises.”
No, you don’t, not in his experience with you at least. But he’s not going to explain that to you.
“Didn’t you have something to get ready for?” he asks because he’s violently wrestling the urge to make good on his threat.
“Fuck!” You glance at your watch, brows scrunching. “If I’m late, I’m blaming you, Riley Simmons.”
“Oh no.”
You stick your tongue out at him one last time and disappear behind your door.
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He hears you come back at 11:30, has been waiting up. Pauses when he hears two sets of footsteps, a man’s voice talking to you. A wave of bloodlust nearly drowns his better sense.
You brought someone home from a work event? Did you lie to him and go on a date?
“Well, thanks for walking me to my door, Brandon.”
“Was happy to. Don’t want anyone snatching you up off the street now, do we?” An annoying laugh. Yours sounding a little flat and strained joining him.
“Oh, hey, mind if I come in?” Brandon asks. So casually, as if the yes is expected.
Simon’s hands ball into tight fists.
“Ah, it’s pretty late…”
“Well, that’s what Saturday is for, right?”
Oh. That little roach. Simon’s going to hang him by his own guts.
“I have plans tomorrow, actually.”
Good girl.
“That’s alright,” Brandon persists. “Just one drink. Least you can do since I went out of my way, right?”
“I mean, you didn’t have to, I would have been fine.”
There’s some genuine annoyance in your voice this time. Simon’s proud.
“Nah, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go home after having drinks?” Brandon chuckles.
“I didn’t have that many - and anyway I’m here now, so…”
“And so am I. At least a little something for my troubles?”
And Simon hears just the slightest, faintest ruffle of clothes.
That’s enough.
Simon yanks his door open and steps out. You’re nearly pancaked to your own door, head snapping to him with relief.
“Riley!”
Brandon takes a step back, expression stormy. Simon almost laughs. Little prick is barely taller than you, has done hard work maybe twice in his life. His hands look softer than yours. And he’s wearing a sweater vest.
“Did we wake you up?” you ask.
Simon saunters down the hall towards you. The closer he gets, the more nervous Brandon gets. But you seem to relax a bit more with each step, even shift towards him.
Very good girl.
“Was already up.” He doesn’t look away from Brandon, radiating menace.
You hum in understanding - know Simon keeps late hours. Brandon clears his still-intact throat and you jolt a bit, expression wilting.
“Oh, um. Riley this is my coworker. Brandon, this is Riley, my neighbor.”
“How do you do?” Brandon replies stiffly.
Simon’s not playing along.
“You try to push her again, someone will be pushing you in a wheelchair the rest of your life. Understand?”
Brandon sputters while your eyes go adorably wide, expression caught between horror and gratitude. Like you don’t know if you should be condoning his threats.
“I beg your pardon?!”
“Not yet, but you will if I see you here again, yeah?”
Brandon’s face drains of blood. You press your lips together.
“Now get the fuck out. I’ve got her from here.”
Brandon, worm that he is, scurries away with a hasty “see you Monday”. You don’t reply, too busy blinking up at Simon with parted lips.
He chucks you gently under the chin, eyes narrowing in amusement.
“Off to bed. I’m kidnapping you tomorrow.”
You audibly swallow, then nod.
“Thank you.”
“Good manners.”
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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s concepts 10/50
Character; Bucky Barnes
Kink; Piss Kink (i couldn’t help myself so i added pet play🙈)
Dialogue; “Look at the mess you made.”
Requested by; Anon (X)
As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.
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your throat flared in distress as your lips began to chap and crack, having been wrapped around bucky's cock for the past 30 minutes, it was fair to say they weren't in the best of shape.
you were knelt between his thick thighs, the hard floor, harsh on your sensitive skin as he worked at his desk above you. bucky had made you drink many glasses of water, more than double your daily amount. when you couldn't drink all of the glasses he had graciously gifted you with, he punished you.
claiming you were being ungrateful, that daddy was just trying to take care of you. you had promised you'd be a good girl for him if it meant getting out of a spanking, your ass still sore from last weeks punishment- one that he'd manipulated you into (as usual).
you squirmed, desperate to find some relief as your mouth warmed buckys cock, your bladder beginning to feel more full as time went on. noticing your discomfort, he slumped back against his chair, pushing his long brown locks behind his ear with one hand, his bicep flexing as he did so.
you whimpered, your tongue massaging the underneath of his length making him hiss with surprise as he growled
"i thought you said you were a good girl for me? i think you lied, pup. cause' im pretty sure if you were a good girl, you'd be warming my cock with no complaints like daddy asked you too, hm?"
he was quick to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing you deeper onto his cock as your thighs pressed together, desperate to make him proud.. and not wanting to embarass yourself by peeing all over his floor.
you looked up at him, your eyes pleading, tears streaming down your cheeks.. begging for even an ounce of sympathy. bucky sighed as he pulled you away from his cock, you were instantly opening and closing your mouth, swinging your jaw in circles as you tried to loosen up your locked jaw.
"go on, what's the problem with you now, puppy? what are those pretty tears for?"
"i really gotta' go daddy." you whispered, ashamed, your cheeks flustered in embarassment.
"go where, puppy?" he asked in return, a slight smirk on his face as he stroked your head gently, already knowing what the issue was.
"the bathroom, p-please daddy?"
"yeah? you gotta' go pee, sweetheart? you sure you can't hold it just a little longer for daddy?"
you shook your head desperately, your bladder already felt like it was about to burst, all of that water bucky had pressured you into drinking finally catching up to you, making you tense up in fear of leaking.
he sighed once more as he tutted in false disappointment "well alright then, go on puppy, go pee."
"oh thankyou, daddy! thankyou so much, i promise it won't happen again!" you gasped excitedly, seeming as your owner had been feeling generous... or so you thought.
you began to push of your knees in an attempt to stand when you felt bucky harshly pull you back down, this time sitting you on his thick thighs, straddling him. you looked up at him in alarm, eyes wide, wondering what you had done wrong.
your bladder suddenly feeling even heavier than before as you tried to prevent yourself from pissing out of fear, your thighs clenching tightly together. which didn’t go unnoticed by bucky as he spread your legs apart with both hands.
"where do you think your going?" he scolded.
"t-the bathroom.. y-you said i could go, daddy?"
"silly girl, puppy's don't use bathrooms now do they?"
you cocked your head, puzzled "i-i don't understand."
"of course you don't, dumb little girl, puppy's don't use the bathroom, if you need to pee so badly then do it, right here on daddys lap." he growled, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine.
he reaches down, pressing his hand against your tummy, pushing down against your bladder as tears of humiliation roll down your flustered cheeks.
“d-daddy, i can’t hold it, i really gotta’ pee.”you squirm desperately, your pussy throbbing with pain, or maybe, pleasure?
"stupid puppy, you gonna' piss yourself, hm? gonna' piss all over daddys lap? shh, sweetheart. let go for me, let go for daddy."
you let out a loud sob as the ache between your thighs is suddenly relieved, before you can even understand what's happening a heavy flow of liquid gushes out of your pussy, soaking through buckys lap and onto his extremely hard cock- which he had apparently just taken out of his pants.
he groans in pleasure "oh baby.. fuck, that's it, you were just so full, huh? so desperate you just had to piss all over daddys dick, what a filthy little puppy, look at the fuckin' mess you made."
he smirks, thrusting his hips into your own, grinding his cock into your soaked pussy making you sob harder in confusion. your brain having not caught up to what just happened.
bucky is quick to pull up your skirt and push your panties to the side, sliding his thick cock inbetween your thighs and rubbing his swollen tip against your entrance.
he swiftly pulls you down by your hips, his mushroom head only just pushing past your walls making you let out a pathetic moan…before a smooth warmth begins to fill your cunt. at first your confused, knowing bucky never cums that quickly, until you look down and see a steady stream of piss leaking out of you.
“fuck… my dirty fuckin’ piss slut, letting her daddy piss inside her silly, baby cunt. you like that? you like being a disgusting, hot, mess for your daddy? filthy little pup.”
you sob into his shoulder, humiliated yet so turned on as his hot piss floods your pussy, running down your legs and dripping onto the floor.
bucky shushes you as he codles your head, rubbing his hands gently up and down your back, his stream still filling you with his warmth, trying desperately to keep his moans and whimpers to a minimum, so as not to let you know how much he's enjoying himself. your silly, puppy brain is too dumb and confused to notice anyway.
"shh, shh, it's okay puppy, daddy had an accident too, see? no need to cry about it, silly girl.” he consoles you, pushing your head back down into his shoulder when you try to move, not wanting you to notice the shit eating grin plastered across his face.
he has you right where he wants you, dumbed out and dependant on him to make you feel better... just like he always does... and just like you always are.
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One Call | E.M.
Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff
warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol
words: 0.8k
“Alright, you know the drill. Someone’s gotta pick you up; you get one call.” Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. “Your uncle again?”
Eddie shook his head. “Nah, Wayne’s out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless it’s an emergency.”
“This doesn’t qualify as important enough to call?” One of the officers piped up.
Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. “Nope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.”
Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. “Well, you got anyone else you can call?”
Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. “I have one person I can call, but I don’t think you’re gonna be happy about it.”
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You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Benny’s. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside.
You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officers’ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you.
“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?” He asked.
You held out the take-out bag for him. “I, uh, I brought you lunch.”
“She’s got ulterior motives, Hopper!” Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'.
Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"
There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here.
"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up."
He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk.
“This punk?” Your dad asked, raising his voice. “You’re friends with this punk?”
Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. “Dating, actually. But I can’t believe it either, Hopper, honestly.”
Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadn’t told you why, so you stopped yourself.
“Yeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you can’t stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.”
The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks.
Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around him—which he was. “Don’t give her the clipboard until I’m done scolding her.” He mumbled.
“You know I brought him in for pissing in Lover’s Lake with his punk friends, right?”
You did not know that. But you weren’t going to let him win this round.
“Oh, like Lover’s Lake isn’t already full of piss!” You countered.
“Is that really the hill you want to die on?”
You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes.
“I don’t want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!”
Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. “She called me her boyfriend.”
You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. “I know, it felt good to say.” You then turned back to your dad. “I’m going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.”
With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it.
Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. “You know, kid, just ‘cause he’s out of trouble, doesn’t mean you are!”
You looked back at him through the doorway. “Oh, believe me, Dad, he’s not out of trouble yet!”
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anakin would LOVE to tease the fuck out of your bladder.
(this is not proofread in the slightest i HAD to get this off of my chest)
-like he’d probably start by saying you shouldn’t go to the bathroom before you both have sex because you gotta pee after to make sure you don’t get a uti
-so ofc you go along with him because it makes sense
-everything is going as usual until he flips you around to sit between his open legs
-you’re fully naked and he only has shirt off when he drifts a hand down your body, of course he gets distracted and gropes your boobs for a few seconds, making sure to meanly pinch your nipples until your gripping his wrists to try and stop him
-then his fingers slide over your weeping cunt, like he’s turned on at the fact his hand fits over it completely
-his fingers get to work and fills you up with his middle and ring finger, the way his palm slaps against your pubic bone and bladder has you widening your eyes, you don’t know if you should tell him he’s making it hard for you to hold it in
-“anakin wait, im gonna go to the bathroom” you’d say about to scoot down the bed, but that’s just what he wants, so with his other hand he presses it against your stomach, keeping you from moving
-“anakin i have to pee, let go”
-he laughs condescendingly at you, “that’s just too bad, isn’t it sweet girl?”
-the hand on your stomach drifts down to your bladder and presses on it teasingly before his fingers inside of you start scissoring
-the way your bladder pushes up against the special spots inside you has a gasp and a choked moan leaving your throat
-“anakin i don’t wanna pee on you” you’d try and plead, his hand on your bladder presses down particularly hard at your words
-“if you pee on me, sweet girl, you are not going to like the consequences, do you understand?”
-tears would prick your eyes at the slight burning sensation and the delicious way his fingers feel inside of you
-you’d hold it in as much as you possibly could, it’s especially hard with the way he’s whispering into your ear
-“maker, had no idea you were such a disgusting whore” “maybe i’ll have you lick up your mess from the floor? suck it out of the sheets?” “such a pathetic little girl, can’t even hold in her piss”
-it would be game over for you for sure, and when you feel the sudden wetness leave you and soak into your bed he’d act disappointed
-“so disappointed in you, i told you to hold it in” “that’s okay, you know what you have to do now, don’t you?”
BONUS
-i can also imagine this happening when you’re riding him
-he told you the same bullshit reason you shouldn’t pee before you both did this, so here you are, bouncing on him with an ever growing bladder
-this time though he waits until he can tell you’re close and presses a hand against your bladder catching you off guard
-he threatens you to not stop moving on him “keep going, sweet girl, you don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen to you if you stop”
-you press firm hands to his torso and try your hardest to clench, it turns him on even more since you’re also clenching around him
-the hand on your bladder eases down a smidge so he can thumb your clit and press on you in a rhythm
-it’s so good that when you cum your entire pelvic area stops clenching, but you don’t notice since the added pressure to your bladder somehow makes the euphoric feeling multiply
-when you open your eyes and get your senses back, it’s unusually wet below you
-your eyes widen as you peer down at him, his face is unbelievably smug and you can tell it made him even harder inside of you
-“such a bad girl. How about you climb off me and lick your disgusting mess from my cock? Or maybe i’ll think of another punishment for you?”
#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker fanfic#star wars smut#star wars x reader#star wars fanfic#darth vader smut#darth vader x reader#darth vader fanfic
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omg its friday. i hope i didnt accidentally send you what i was typing bc i accidentally closed the app and it vanished- ANYWAY
tw: yandere, ddlg dynamics, water sports
thinking about dad bf shota who keeps offering you his water bottles, you not understanding why he keeps tipping it up for you to drink more than your fill. and it didn’t really hit you until later that day, that it was one of his many tactics to keep you in a weird small headspace until you were trying to free yourself from his tight hold on the couch. you two were cuddling for your afternoon nap, it was a usual routine at this point. he only spared you a downward glance.
“where ya goin’ kiddo?” his voice was groggy, a nice and calming rumble against your back.
“i have to pee,” you yawned, again trying to break free from the arm slung around you, and god had you had to piss this bad this whole time?
shota pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then slid his hand lower, pressing it against your lower stomach, over your bladder. you snapped your thighs shut with a whine, squirming away from his touch. if he did that any harder you probably would have…you didn’t want to think about it.
“really gotta go, daddy. could you just let me up please.” the desperation in your voice was apparent but shota made no effort to move.
“why did you wait ‘till the last minute to let me know you had to potty?”
why did he have to say such things that made your ears burn and your stomach flip. you shrugged, “i didn’t have to go earlier…”
the tired man sat up, bringing you to your feet along with him before grabbing your hand in his, “well come on, we wouldn’t want you to have an accident, would we?”
“i can go by myself i’m a-..” big girl? no that wasn’t right, “i’m an adult.”
“it’s okay to ask for help kiddo. i know you’re a big girl, the perfect angel for me all the time.”
he didn’t stop his leading until you both were stood in the bathroom, and by then you had no more energy to fight it, you really did have to pee. you let him help you out of your pj pants and your pretty panties. he even went as far as helping you sit down.
“now be good, daddy will have to get you something special for being so brave…come on i know you got this.”
he said all this crouched down to you level, palms rubbing up your thighs as you finally let go, hot in the face. you both listened to the trickling of your bladder finally getting reprieve, shota smiling at you with pride.
“atta’ girl. let daddy help you wipe now, okay?”
….okay bye bunny. just wanted to share a little light reading
starr
what the fuck did you just do to me?
#i’m speechless#this is beyond targeted writing atp#i am SICK over how badly needed this is#if i start writing fics using dad instead of daddy it’s going to be entirely your fault#istg#good gravy#i cant do this#aizawa shouta#aizawa shota#x reader#tag later
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Lemme get a uhhhhh #32 with our beloved cumdrop and a side of fries pls ♡♡♡♡♡♡
Of course! Anything for you ♥.
Sleepy cumdrop under the cut.
Cumulus wakes up warm and cramped. She’s pressed up against the wall of her bunk, feeling the rumble of the engine in her fingertips. Dew’s wedged up behind her, their legs tangled, his chest against her back, face buried in her hair. Still fast asleep.
She barely remembers him climbing in with her sometime in the middle of the night. She just recalls barely waking up as he did, shifting over to make room as he slid in without a word and pulled her close.
It’s been a hard leg for all of them. Without Aether and Sunshine they feel incomplete, and she and Dew have been especially feeling those gaps. She finds herself curled around Dew more often than ever as they seek each other out when sleep is elusive or dreams are hard. They don’t have to go to each other–anyone else would accept them. But Cumulus knows that they understand each other, and the hollow ache that resides in both of their chests that a thousand video calls can’t fill.
Cumulus checks her phone–shoved under her pillow and just within reach–and finds it’s late morning. They’re due at tonight’s venue for soundcheck in twenty minutes. She shifts, tries to stretch but Dew’s fingers just tighten on her stomach, pull her closer with strength that seems impossible for a ghoul his size.
“Dewy, we gotta get up.”
Dew doesn’t respond, if anything, he just snuggles closer. Pressing his nose deeper into her curls. She’d love to let him sleep. Satan knows they all need it. She wishes she could. Wishes she could relax back into this comfortably tight space and drift back off. But she can’t. She has to get up, has to get ready. Dew needs a cup of coffee or two before he can be expected to be around humans. And, she really needs to pee.
She shifts, turning as much as she can, dislodging Dew from her hair as she does.
“Come on, Dew.” She bumps her horns against his, nuzzles their noses together. He groans, and grumbles but his eyes don’t open.
“I know, Droplet but we have to.”
He shakes his head this time, awake enough to hear her, to process, but not enough to even think about listening.
She could shake him awake probably. Could be mean like Swiss and just roll him out of the bunk and onto the floor–that seems to work. But she has a better way.
She kisses his forehead first, several across the furrowed lines, then the corners of his eyes, his cheekbones, the tip of his nose. A quick flurry of kisses across his face, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth. He groans, eyes finally cracking open as she gentles her lips over his. A soft chaste kiss he can’t help but lean into and return. It’s easy, closed lips. Just the soft press of their mouths together, the drag of her plush lips over his.
Dew’s eyes open fully when she pulls away.
“Mornin’,” he mumbles.
“Morning, Dew,” she kisses his forehead again, “now let me up.”
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Chapter one: A Well Respected Man —✧
Series masterlist
Chapter Warnings: mature themes, cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy
Author’s Note: I’m so excited for this you guys, I can’t wait for it. Details will be up soon, explaining certain things like why Mr Garrison works at a convenience store and why they were on a science trip out of school! Keep an eye out!
—✧
“WELL, WELL, WELL, IF IT ISN’T LITTLE MISS MARSH. Back for another test?” The man at the cash register spoke, taunting me for the third time that day. Ironically enough, the face of my 4th grade teacher wasn’t the one I necessarily wanted to see at a time like this. Why I had to come to this store of all places was beside me, but hey, at least Garrison gives me half off prices. And considering this was the third test I was buying, I think I needed the boost.
He simply smirked, a smirk so evil I wanted to slap it off his face. He’d never understand, who could ever understand. He’d probably seen so many teen girls come here with the same tired eyed look on their faces, the same nervous attitude, and the same passive aggressive glare given every two seconds to remind him he was staring with too much curiosity once again. So instead of answering his question, I just shook my head, grabbing another box off the shelf and turning over to him.
“I think the first one was defective, the plus sign looked more like a division symbol. So I’m not convinced.” I said, deciding to be civil enough to speak, seeing as he was the only person who had spoken to me all day, and is probably the first person to find out that I was actually having the worst intervention of my life.
I reached onto the counter to grab the bathroom key, the one I had already used three times today, only for it to be pulled away from me. As I looked up, I met a tilted stare from Mr Garrison, who was holding the keys out of my grasp.
“That’s the third test today, mama bear. Your eggo is preggo, no doubt about it.” He taunted, spitting words at me as if they were nothing. I tried to pretend my heart wasn’t beating a mile a minute. It was probably beating even faster than that, I felt like I was about to throw it up with how high it was in my chest, but I didn’t dare admit that. See, if no one saw the fear, I didn’t have to acknowledge it either. Besides, Stan would be here to pick me up any minute, and I couldn’t risk that confrontation of how nervous I must’ve looked.
“It's really easy to tell.” A girl beside the counter said adding to the conversation, though it was the first time I had even noticed I wasn’t the only one in the store. “Is your nipples real brown?” She asked, earning a concerned look from both me and the cashier. I just rolled my eyes at the comment, holding my hand out as a silent signal I needed the key now.
“Yeah. Maybe your little boyfriend's got mutant sperms.” He teased, wiggling his eyes brows. “Knocked you up twice.”
I only scoffed, not wanting to even bring up the fact that the father wasn’t in fact my boyfriend, and the possibility of him having mutant sperm wasn’t expectantly low considering our colorful free time as children.
“Silencio, old man.” I rolled my eyes and shook my hand to remind him I was waiting for the key. “Look, I just drank my weight in Diet-Coke, and I gotta go pronto.”
He looked down at my hand, then over to the half-empty coke can in my hand, the 10th one today, I’m sure he knew that.
“Well, you know where the lavatory is.” He said, handing me the key as I rushed to the bathroom.
“Pay for that pee stick when you're done! Don't think it's yours because you marked it with your urine!” He shouted after me, but I was too focused to answer.
I still remember the day we did it, like it was yesterday. I remember all of it, every second. I remember how it made me feel, how he made me feel. I remember the euphoric feeling that came with it, the way he smelt, the way he looked. I remember the chair, it was leather.
I remember the things he’d say to me, the way he held me as if I was the most fragile thing to walk the earth. Like I was glass. Like I would break if he held me wrong.
I remember the music. Fleetwood Mac. Mostly. Dreams played almost on repeat for the majority of it. I had never even heard that song until that day, he had told me it was one of his favorites. It's one of my favorites now too.
I remember the bed. How it was just a mere few feet away from where we were, but he wanted the chair. I remember him saying, how it was closer with the chair. How I would be completely in twinged with him on the chair. Because he wanted me to be close, he craved the touch.
I remember the way he made me feel, and I hate that. Because I loved it. I loved it so much, I never wanted it to end.
And now here I was, sighing as I splashed some water in my face to dry and get rid of the dread that lingered on it. Hoping that maybe if I splashed enough water on my face, maybe the bags under my eyes would glow down the drain with all the water.
It didn’t.
I shook my face, letting off all the water that was in my hair, and grabbed both the now used test and the keys and headed back out to the register.
“What's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?” Garrison asked. I shook the test, letting out all the air that was building up in my chest and slamming the keys down onto the counter
“I don't know. It's not seasoned yet. I'll take some of these.”
I grabbed a licorice rope from beside the counter and set it out with the empty pregnancy test box to pay.
“No. There it is,” I sighed again, scrunching up my face in disgust while shaking my head. “That little pink plus sign is so unholy.” I grumbled, shaking the test. Getting more and more violent with the shaking, hoping that maybe if I whole hard enough, it would disappear.
“That ain't no Etch A Sketch. This is one doodle that can't be undid, home skillet.” Mr Garrison said, reading my mind, the bastard. I just rolled my eyes, quickly paying before tossing the test in the trash on my way out.
Three tests, three damned home pregnancy tests, and all had to be positive. As if my life as little miss princess of South Park wasn’t enough. I wasn’t even ‘princess’ I didn’t wanna be. I guess with my perfect track record, and my amazing ability to fish my brother and our friends out of trouble, that made me a princess. I sort of was in a way, to my dad at least. His little girl, his Junebug. I could only imagine what he’s do if he knew.
I think when it came down to it, telling my family had to be the worst part. Stan would probably kill Kyle, or at least try to before getting drunk and probably end up hurting himself. My dad would most likely do the same, which would also end in him being drunk. And my mom, I could only imagine the look of disappointment she’d give me, the kind of look that sears into your heart and stabs and stabs, until you're utterly numb from the pain. Or who knows, maybe I’d never tell them.
—✧
“I’m a suicide risk.” I sauntered, mumbling into my small phone, making sure no one was around to hear. Even if I was home alone, you could never be too cautious.
“Juno?” Kenny’s scratchy morning voice rang from the other side of the phone.
Kenny McCormick, I swear sometimes he was my saving vice. He’s been my best friend since kindergarten when we used to get slushies together at the 711, until our brains were frozen and we almost puked our brains out. I could talk to him for hours on end and never get tired of it. In our group dynamic, sure we all loved each other, but when it came down to it we all knew Kyle and Stan were best friends. It was always silently known that Kenny was my best friend, Cartman floating around somewhere between the cracks. It was as if all the words I said, Kenny already knew.
“No, it's Morgan Freeman. Do you have bones that need collecting?” I remarked, rolling my eyes at him as if he could see me through the phone. I heard his airy giggles through the phone.
“Only the one in my pants.” He joked, still laughing at his own joke. I could feel my heart almost drop as I went over the words in my head. Who knew saying two words would be so hard. And to Kenny. I just stood there, collecting myself, sitting in my agony for another 20 seconds before blurting it out.
“I'm pregnant.” It was almost a whisper. Like even if no one else was home, somehow, someone would hear me.
“What? Actually?” He asked, all of the sudden eager and attentive, probably sitting up and now engaged in my words. Of course he was, this was almost as exciting as having died every day for his entire middle school experience. For Kenny, this was probably even more exciting.
“Yeah. Yeah, it's Kyle’s.” He didn’t say anything, I could see his eyes raise in my head, the one he did when she was shocked. He was probably sitting on hid bed, mouth open slightly with his eyebrows raised.
“Kyle Broflovski?” He asked, not to anyone in particular, seeing as he already knew he was the only boy I had ever done anything with.
“It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?” He asked, making me roll my eyes.
“No, this is not a food baby, all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I am for shiz up the spout.” I rambled.
“How did you generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests?” He chuckled, I rolled my eyes. “That's amazing.”
“I don't know.” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “I drank like 10 tons of Diet-Coke. Anyway, dude, I...I'm telling you I'm pregnant, and you're acting shockingly cavalier.” It was quiet again, then he sighed.
“Is this actually for real? Like you aren’t just fucking with me? Cartman didn’t put you up to this did he? Or are you actually telling me the truth?” He asked, making me sigh even louder than before.
“Unfortunately, yes.” He paused again, then a nervous chuckle left his lips.
“Oh, my God.” I shook my head, slapping my hand on my side, rolling my eyes at how he was just now acknowledging it. “Oh, shit. Phuket, Thailand.”
“There we go. That was the emotion I was searching for on the first take.” I said, making Kenny scoff on the other line.
“Does Stan know? How are you not dead yet?” He asked, making me roll my eyes again.
“No, Stan doesn’t know. And I’m planning on ending this whole thing before he even finds out.” I shuddered, still afraid of what Stan’s reaction would be. Ken’s right, he would kill me. No, he’s my brother, he would never kill me. He would however, get as close as humanly possible to killing me, without actually laying a finger on me. And then he’d go and actually kill Kyle. Cause let’s face it, he’s a boy, he needs to take his anger out on someone and it sure as hell ain’t his baby sister.
“So, are you gonna go to Unplanned Parenthood or Women Now? Cause you know you need a note from your parents for Unplanned Parenthood.”
“Yeah, I know. No, I'm gonna go to Women Now
just because they help out women now.” I shook my head, still running my hands down my face. This wasn’t real. To me, this wasn’t real, this was shit. This was complete and utter bull shit that would wash away in the morning.
“Want me to call for you? I can say you’re my girlfriend, it always works?” He asked, as I shook my head.
“No, I can call, and I’m slightly concerned that you have enough experience to know it's worked before.” I glanced out my window at my truck, squinting my eyes to calculate whether or not it was the appropriate size or not. “But I do need your help with something. It's critically important.”
—✧
“You know, heavy lifting can really only help you at this point.” Kenny teased, making me roll my eyes. We were both currently trying to lift and shove the most magnificent discarded living room set I had ever seen, into the back of my truck. It was tough, and I was doing most of the work, but we were getting there. It started with the chair, just like most other things. The chair was first.
“Seriously.”
“You were bored? That's how this miracle came to be?” He asked, gesturing to my stomach that wasn’t yet pudgy. I shook my head. No I wasn’t bored, I wanted it. I wanted him, Kyle. It’s weird to say it, that that was what I actually wanted. At first I thought it was a rebellion thing but, I really liked him. I mean I really really liked him. And he was sweet. To me he was. The boy who held my hand the whole time, and made sure I was 100% okay for the whole of it. I didn’t go into it wanting to care about him, but I didn’t go into it bored either. But I came out with a baby, that was the problem.
“No. No, no. The act was premeditated.” I said, sighing with relief when we finally fit the chair in the car. “I mean the sex, not the whole, like, "let's get pregnant" thing.” Kenny nodded, having understood where I was going before we both slumped against my car, taking a break before we drove off.
“So when did you decide that you were gonna screw Kyle?” Kenny asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me teasingly. I smiled, remembering fondly when it happened.
“Well, like...A year ago, in Science class.”
I never paid attention, ever, he did though. See, even before the sex I had always been friends with Kyle, ever since we were little. Due to Stan being my brother, and Kyle being his best friend, I basically grew up with him. Class was never dull with him. He always tried to pay attention, I always tried to take that attention away. It always worked. It was the only class we didn’t have with the rest of our friends, and Kyle was unfortunate enough to sit next to me. Something was always being thrown at him, either my pen, my paper clip, I was almost always targeting him with paper planes. But it was different that day. It was the day before the sex, we had been sitting idly by in Science class when I got a note. It was odd, Kyle never was the note giver, but who was I to argue. It was a small notecard, where his notes should have been instead was a makeshift drawing of me, Kyle, and my brother. It was a remade picture of one from when we were little, me in the center with Kyle kissing my left cheek and Stan kissing my right. It was adorable, and when I looked over at Kyle to smile at it, it was almost as if he could read my mind. I think that’s when I knew, when he smiled at me.
“You love him.” Kenny said, raising his eyebrows at me. I scoffed, shaking in disagreement.
“It's... no, it's actually...it's really complicated, okay? And I don't feel like talking about it in my fragile state.” I said, pretending to be worn out and tired. Kenny and I both chuckled before he smirked again.
“So, what was it like humping Kyle’s scrawny bod?” He teased, but I didn’t roll my eyes this time. I just smiled, god the memory is still so vivid in my mind.
“Magnificent.”
—✧
One thing Kyle took way too seriously was the way he looked. His parents always coddled him with love, he could never tell the difference between seriousness and bias. So he took very very delicate pride in his appearance.
After Kenny and I had taken the living room set and successfully moved it out front of the Broflovski household, he took off while I sat outside, waiting for the Ginger’s ultimate appearance.
“Hi, how are you sweetheart.” Mrs Broflovski said, a sweet smile on her face as she excited the house, not saying a word about the full living room set on her lawn. She knew about the chaos that surrounded her sims friend.
“Mrs Broflovski, hi.”
“Oh darling you know to call me Sheila, please don’t be ridiculous.” She said cheerfully, slightly calming my nerves.
“Right, Sheila. Is Kyle home?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers, remembering why I’m here in the first place.
“He’s actually just upstairs getting ready for Basketball practice.”
“Oh okay.” She smiled again, sending my nerves.
“That’s a very pretty chair.” She said kindly, about to get in her car. I nodded.
“Yeah, yeah I thought so.”
“Well you have a good day sweetheart, don’t get into any trouble.” She said kindly, waving goodbye.
“Bye Mrs Bro-Sheila.” I said, which made her smile even more.
—✧
*cue A well respected man by the kinks.*
If there was one thing Kyle Broflovski was best at, it was his appearance, though he never would think it was. You’d think with the amount of time he took getting ready he had pampered himself to death, but he spent most of the time staring in the mirror, fixing his hair. He cared more about his appearance than most things. Due to the small mixup in 4th grade when he was deemed ugly by the female study body, he was always more conscious about himself. I felt bad honestly, I ranked him 1st on the list, but the girls didn’t listen to my bias based on my friends group. Now the poor boy spends all of his time carefully catering to each quality of himself that may be an imperfection. I don’t know why, I thought he was beautiful.
I still remember the day it happened, Kyle had me wear his t-shirt, because I had forgotten to bring pajamas with me and he didn’t want me to be uncomfortable. I think those were the sorts of things that made me like him so much, how he cared more about others than himself.
He wore almost the exact same outfit everyday, you’d think he had 6 identical orange jackets. He probably did, but that wasn’t the point. He wakes up in the morning, always showers before school. Whenever we’re at school I can always feel the dampness of his hair, which always smells like aloe Vera, in the best way possible. And I swear, he must wash that jacket everyday, it always smells like laundry detergent. He shakes his hair out, makes sure all his curls are in place, then pulls on the same outfit. His curls loosely hang out of his hat. The epitome of beautiful, who knew a boy could be so pretty.
“Hey, Ky.” I chirped, sitting in the chair that I stole.
“Hey Jo, cool tiger.” His eyes locked with mine and I couldn’t help but look down, chuckling nervously which he didn’t yet pick up on.
“I swiped it from Ms. Rancik's lawn.” I said proudly, making Kyle smile back at me. “My, your shorts are, like, especially green today.” I said, making Kyle chuckle as he looked down at his basketball shorts.
“My mom uses color-safe bleach.” He said awkwardly, making me nod.
“Go, Sheila.”
“I'll tell her.” He chuckled, smiling slightly as he looked at me.
“I got,” he gestured in front of him. “I’ve got basketball so…” I didn’t let him finish, figuring I’d rather rip off the bandaid quickly then drag this on any longer.
“So guess what…” I asked, making eye contact again. He raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously at my own nerves.
“What’s up Jo?”
There it was again, that same silence that came before I told Kenny. It was almost painful to tell him, I could feel his stare stabbing into my chest. So I took one last deep breath, then I ripped the bandaid.
“I'm pregnant.”
He did say anything for a bit, just stared at me blankly while I chewed on my lip. He pointed to himself, and I nodded, confirming it was his. I could feel the shock he was going through. I expected him to run. I’m not sure why but I did. He didn’t run, instead he raised his hands, only to slam them back at his sides. Then he ran his fingers through his hair, and began to stutter.
“W-What should we do about...?” He asked, stuttering. He was petrified, Kyle was rarely petrified. And he was stuttering, Kyle could always keep his composure, in fact he articulated his words so much you could almost always hear every single detail of a word he said.
“Well, you know, I was just…” I shook my head, shifting in the chair. “I was thinking I'd just nip it in the bud. You know, before it gets worse. Because they were talking about, in health class, how pregnancy...It can often lead to an infant.” I remarked, and Kyle nodded along, almost still too stunned to speak.
“Usually, yeah. Yeah. That's what happens when
our moms and teachers get pregnant.” He said, making me nod. Then the silence came back, awkward silence. I hated it, that never happened between Kyle and I, but then again neither did this. He seemed too stunned to speak, to look at me even.
“So you're cool with that, then?” I asked, making him quickly jolt to look up at me.
“Yeah, yeah. Jo, I mean, you know, just, I guess…Do whatever you think you should do, you know?” He said carefully, and I could practically see the sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked at me, I looked away.
I know it shouldn’t have, but his okay mess with the fact I was getting rid of it make me sort of disappointed. We were to young yes, but I guess I kinda wanted him to fight me on that. You know, that maybe he’d want to keep it, just because it was something that would bond us for life. I know that sounds stupid in retrospect, we were 17, 18, we weren’t ready to be parents. I knew he was right.
“Well,” I said, getting up from my chair. “I'm sorry I had sex with you. I know it wasn't, like, your idea.” I started collecting my things, Kyle still staring at me in shock.
“What? Whose idea was it?” He asked, but I ignored him. Honestly I wanted to be anywhere but here right now.
“I'll see you at school, all right?” I gave him a pat on the back and began walking back to my truck. A pat on the back, I gave him a pat on the back as if I wasn’t pregnant with his child.
“Whose idea was it?” He mumbled quietly, before I got in my car, and drove off. The shame was on me if I thought that that was the hard part.
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Little Princess (S.B)
Warning(s); Attachment issues,public daddy kink,soft pure fluff,Remus kinda being mean,little bit of angst,mentions of age regression,brief mention of abandonment,protective Siri <3
Pairing(s); Sirius Black x crybaby! Girlfriend! Reader.
Summary; Remus makes fun of how clingy you are with Sirius not realizing why that is.
A/n; doing gods work.
You were laid in the common room Sirius’ large figure taking up the love seat while you laid on top of him. Your fingers braided up his hair weaving the strands together while he laid reading a book. His hand ran up and down your back in smooth comforting strokes helping you come down from your stressful day.
The common room was suddenly filled with yelling and you peaked over to couch to see James and remus arguing. “They’re going at it again, daddy” you said and he shrugs “they need to just fuck and get over all this bullshit” you giggled. “So sex solves problems?” “Yes it solves many problems. Not for us though, I like talking with you too much” you smiled and dropped your head back to his chest.
Eventually the two boys walked around the couch and plopped into separate arm chairs. “Pads, Moons’ is being mean.” James pouted. “Mean? What do you mean mean! You can’t-” Sirius shoots him a look and he finally stops. “Just fuck it out for Merlin’s sake. Fucking loud as shit” he grumbled. You smiled nipping at his jaw making him smile in return.
He patted your back “alright, I gotta piss, love get up” you whined in response and he looked down at you. “I’m just going upstairs baby,I’ll be right back. I promise” you shook your head and clung to him tighter “you can’t come with me this time honey, cmon up we go” you whine when he sits up lifting you off him. “Noooo! Daddy!” You wrap your arms around his hips and cling tightly.
“Princess, I’ll be right back, I promise. Cross my heart pretty girl.” Your lip wobbled but you let him go getting head pats in return. You sit back on your legs you butt resting on your feet as you fiddled with your fingers anxiously. “He was just going to the bathroom are you that needy?” Remus asked and you looked up at him. “Well, I just I miss him when he’s not next to me” “phew you’d get on my nerves hanging all over me like that.” Remus added.
“I think it’s sweet!” James defended but you start to chew on your lip. “I…I don’t annoy him” you mumble warm tears pricking your eyes. “You have to? The Man can’t even pee without you whining about it! It’s ridiculous” “Moony I think….” James interjected. “What? He won’t say it. She need to hear it. You’re constantly clinging to him it annoys him.” “Remus!” James yelled and you hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.
“Sorry…” you whimpered and got up running towards the common room entrance. “Princess where are you-” you ignored him leaving and he snapped his head to his friends “what the fuck did you say to her?” He snapped out. “What? It’s just the truth and she’s being a baby” Sirius glared at Remus. “You don’t understand what the girls been through. You’re inconsiderate asshole” Sirius huffed out. “Just because you’re pissed at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can yell at my girlfriend! Fuck you! I outta punch you for that.” Sirius grabbed your blanket and left to look for you.
He found you sat right outside the common room crying just as hard as he thought. “Come here princess” he lifted you up, hiding your face in your neck as your body racked with more hiccups and sobs. “It’s alright, I’m sorry baby. Daddy left you with that meanie I’m sorry.” He draped your fuzzy blanket over you tucking it around you. Sirius held you close and peppered kisses on your face and head until he could get you calm enough to speak.
“You okay princess?” You nodded using your sleeve to rub away left over snot from your nose. “Do I annoy you? Being so clingy?” Sirius shook his head immediately “no! Not at all! I love it. I love getting to have my baby next to me all the time” you sniffled “Remmy said it annoyed you” sirius patted your back gently.
“Well, it did at first. I’m not used to this kind of affection and it took getting used to. Now that I know why you love being attached to me I love for you to be.” He kissed your forehead. “You don’t annoy me baby. I love being here, next to you, breathing in sync,kissing you whenever I want, pinching your cute little bum when you walk away” you smiled and took a deep,shaky breath. “Easy poppet, easy.” He rubbed your back and you laid into his chest.
“Wanna go back inside?” You shook your head “don’t wanna be around Remmy he’s a jerk face.” Sirius laughed at your version of a insult. “Princess, that’s not very nice to say about your friend” you let out a small ‘hmph’ and he pecked your cheek. “Cmon, I’m sure he will want to apologize” “….you won’t leave?” Sirius shook his head.
With a arm wrapped around your back making sure to hold your blanket to you he carried you back into the common room. Sirius eyed remus who cleared his throat “y/n, love I’m sorry I was mean to you” you didn’t say anything, not even bothering to lift your head from Sirius’ chest. “I was mad with Prongs and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. I’m sorry” you sniffled and shrugged.
“What can I do to make you forgive me?” “Will you buy me a sucker at hogs this weekend?” Remus smiled “of course I will.” “All’s forgiven” Remus chuckled at your childish antics. You rubbed at your eyes sighing as Sirius went back to his book, you went back to braiding his hair.
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Imagine Frank Castle taking care of you during a depression spell.
You woke up when the alarm clock started to blare. It was time for Frank to get up and go to work. He did his usual thing, rolled over, gave you a kiss. You did your usual thing, complained about his morning breath, which would make him kiss you more to spite him. Then you’d lay there in bed while he got ready, grabbed the lunch that you made the night before, and then would go. Only things were a little different behind the scenes today. You didn’t care about his morning breath. You only brought it up because you did it every day. You almost forgot to make his lunch the night before, having to drag yourself up and do it after he turned in. A lot had been slipping your mind these days. A lot of things just didn’t feel as important as they used to.
You went back to sleep. Your own alarm went off an hour later. Work. You didn’t feel like getting up, going to your computer. You couldn’t even get yourself up to do anything, much less work from home. It just felt - like too much. Too stressful. You texted your boss, and then rolled over, fell asleep again.
Countless times throughout the day, you woke up. But you didn’t get up. You had to pee but - the bathroom seemed so far away. You just held it instead. You didn’t feel that hungry either. You just - stared out the window. You should have gone to work. You should have showered. Your hair was feeling a bit greasy. You should have done the dishes. They were piled up in the sink. You should have made lunch for yourself, but - no. No, you just didn’t feel like it. You didn’t want to do anything. Pee, eat, brush your teeth.
The door opened. The sky had darkened. Frank called out that he was home. You didn’t call back. You just pushed the blankets up over your head. Hiding. Ashamed. He found you in the bed after a minute, after you heard him searching through the kitchen. You heard him set something down. He sat on the bed, causing you to roll slightly towards him. He took the blankets off of you, forcing you to face him.
“You sick or something?” He asked. You shrugged. He pressed his lips to your forehead to take your temperature. An old trick. “You don’t feel sick.”
“I’m fine,” You said. “Just - feeling...”
“Oh,” Frank said. He understood. It had been a while since you had one of your lows. But these times still came. He kissed your forehead again, pushed your hair away from your face. “I got you one of those expensive fancy fuckin’ coffees you like. Why I gotta pay six bucks for a coffee and some whipped cream, I’ll never understand-” He passed you what he had set down before. Starbucks. Your favorite. The smell hit your nostrils and you wished you could say that it was enough to make you feel better but... You shook your head. He set it back down and looked at you. “So what am I going to do with you then?”
“It’s fine, Frank, it’s just a bad day. I’ll feel better tomorrow.”
“Too late for me,” He said. “Come on, get up.” Against your will, he took the blanket off of you, grabbed your arms and pulled you up like you were nothing more than a ragdoll. He threw you over his strong shower. “We’re getting you in the shower and then you are not putting that six dollars to waste.”
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2nd one done yipeeeee Its Just Tiny & Silly
[weight gain-induced insecurity + friendly reassurance]
Gray frowned.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing his reflection with dissatisfaction. He'd never been much of a heartthrob, with his perpetually grumpy-looking face and his looming figure, but he'd always had a relatively neutral relationship with his body. Lately, though, he had begun to feel self-conscious about his weight. He'd never been particularly thin, either; he'd always been solid and stocky, but he wouldn't have described himself as fat. In the past year or so, however, that had begun to change. He'd started to put on weight, and his tummy in particular had rounded out noticeably.
Gray stood before the mirror, looking unhappily at himself. He'd always preferred to wear his shirts tucked in, but he wasn't sure about the way the look accentuated the shape of his belly. He tried sucking it in for a moment, but it was neither convincing nor sustainable. He let it out again. With a quiet sigh, he placed his hands on his belly. As he did, he was startled by the sound of the door opening.
"Oh! My bad, I didn't know you were in here," exclaimed Sunny, quickly closing the door again. Gray looked at the door for a moment, took a quick glance back at the mirror, and sighed. He left the bathroom. Sunny rose from the spot where he'd been waiting and made his way toward the door, then paused, looking up at Gray.
"Are you alright? You look like something's buggin' you," he said. As a matter of fact, Gray didn't look any more troubled than he usually did. He was stony-faced as ever. Sunny simply had a way of being able to read him like a book. Despite their drastically different personalities, the two seemed to share some sort of understanding with each other. Gray nodded, but Sunny didn't look convinced.
"Aw, come on," he said, taking Gray's hand and swinging his arm back and forth. "Y'know you can tell me." Gray quietly considered this.
"I think I need to lose weight," he said finally. Sunny stopped swinging his arm and stared up at him, bewildered.
"Huh? Why?" Gray thought for a moment. The simple sincerity of Sunny's question caught him off guard, and he wasn't sure what to say.
"Because I gained weight," he said with a small shrug.
"So?" Sunny tilted his head.
"So…" Gray thought again. "I don't know." Another pause. "I don't think I look good."
"Don't think you look good?!" Sunny gaped up at him. "Sheesh, Gray, I wish I looked half as good as you! And I mean, I'm pretty smokin' as is!"
"Easy for you to say," said Gray, smiling a little. He leaned against the wall.
"Well, duh, because it's true," said Sunny. "Anything's easy to say if it's true, because you don't gotta make it up."
"That, I'm not sure about."
"Okay, maybe not," said Sunny, rubbing his chin. "I still haven't told Laurie about that night I spent with her grandma."
"The what?"
"Aw, nothin', I'm just thinkin' out loud. Come on, Gray, you got a cute belly," he said, patting Gray's round tummy for emphasis. "I think you look very handsome. Dashing, even."
"Do you think I should try dressing different? I mean, this is a little…" He gestured at the shape of his belly.
"Hell no," exclaimed Sunny. "I mean, you'd look great in anything. You could get a little sluttier, even. But I think you look great."
"Are you sure? I feel like I look like such a dad."
"You look like a DILF," grinned Sunny, patting his side. Gray laughed.
"I guess that's not so bad," said Gray. "Thanks, Sunny. I appreciate it." Sunny hugged Gray tightly from the side, one hand on his belly, and leaned up to his ear.
"I gotta pee," he whispered. He gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek and scampered back to the bathroom.
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POSITIVE
summary: you find out that you’re pregnant with steve’s baby.
fandom: stranger things
parings: steve x f reader
warnings: mention of unprotected sex, unexpected pregnancy, mention of abortion, swearing
You stared down at the positive test with shaky hands, tears streaming down your face. You were far too young to be pregnant, you had your entire life ahead of you, but of course you had to ruin everything. One silly mistake, one moment of weakness. You remember the night like it was yesterday, the back seat of Steve’s car, you were horny and desperate, not even thinking about the consequences when you asked Steve to fuck you raw.
“Y/N, are you alright in there?” You heard Steve call from the other side of the door. You jumped, throwing the test into the trash can. “Did you fall in? Need me to recuse you?” He asked.
You quickly wiped your eyes dry before opening the door with a fake smile. “I’m fine,” you said. Steve smiled at the sight of you, stepping aside so you could walk out of the bathroom. “Do you wanna watch tv?” You asked.
“Sure, just gotta pee first,” he said. You nodded and he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before shutting the door to do his business.
You made your way over to your bed, laying down and hugging your pillow tight. You didn’t know what you were going to do or how you were going to tell Steve or your parents.
You thought about everything you’d have to give up. Cheerleading, parties, going out every weekend… but then you thought about everything you’d gain. A bundle of joy to call your own, a mini you or Steve that you’d raise, a family, a lifelong tie to Steve Harrington, who you loved so much.
While you were thinking about the pros and cons, Steve’s eyes had caught sight of your discarded pregnancy test that you hadn’t covered up very well in your trash can.
He reached down, picking up the white stick and glancing over it. He went pale, suddenly feeling sick at the sight of the positive marking that the test read. He had really fucked up and he was pissed that you hadn’t told him… were you even planning too?
Steve burst through the door, waving the testing in his hand. “Were you going to tell me about this?!” He asked. You gasped, standing up from the bed, reaching for the test. “Y/N, were you going to tell me?” He repeated.
“Yes, Steve!” You yelled, snatching the test from his hands. “Why would I hide it from you? I was going to do it on my own accord,” you said, tears welling in your eyes.
“Fuck,” Steve sighed, sitting down on your bed, his head in his hands. You sat down next to him, sniffling as you softly cried. “This is really bad,” he said.
“I’m sorry…” you replied. “It’s my fault, I was the one who convinced you that we didn’t need protection that night,” you said.
“What are you gunna do?” He asked, looking down at you.
“What?”
“Are you going to keep the baby or…?”
You sighed, your heart prepared for him to leave you once you answered. You couldn’t terminate this baby, not a bone in your body had it in you, but you wouldn’t force Steve to stay.
“I want to keep it,” you said, voice shaky. “I understand if you don’t want this and you can run free, no questions asked, judgement free,” you said, sobbing in between words at the thought of him leaving you.
“Y/N, i’m not going to leave you,” Steve said, grabbing your hands. “I’m responsible for this as well.” You looked up at him, hope shining behind your eyes. “I love you and i’ve dreamt about having a family with you, maybe not this early but still,” he said.
You smiled, wiping your eyes. “I love you too,” you said. He hugged you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I’m so scared, Steve,” you whispered, hands clasped firmly against your belly.
“I know, so am I,” he replied, resting his head on top of yours. “But we’ll figure it out, we always do.”
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down for a while
Summary: Derek asked Hotch if he wanted to talk about it...well, maybe now, at 2am, he does. (Coda to 5x02 - Haunted)
Pairings: Hotch/Morgan
Words: 3.4k
Notes: Every time I watch this episode, I am tempted to write a slightly different take on aftermath to get it out of my system. This one I tried to keep kind of lighthearted. All things considered.
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It was the snuffling, first. It broke the dream briefly, but he dipped back in happily.
Clooney's incessant snorting and whimpering, that was what finally actually woke Derek. The dog was too well-behaved to bark in the middle of the night unless he sensed danger, but that didn't stop him from trying to find other more unique ways to wake Derek and alert him that there was business to attend to.
When that tactic didn't work, he put his front paws on the edge of the bed and pressed his warm, wet nose into Derek's neck. A bold move, one that usually came with a swat and a groan, perhaps a string of words that would make a sailor blush. Sometimes it blended seamlessly with the dream and Derek woke uncomfortable and feeling sick, but tonight it was at odds with the violence. He was dreaming about Darrin Call's pharmacy massacre. He'd just slipped in the blood, and Clooney's nose wet against his earlobe did not help.
“Whaddayouwant?” Derek grumbled, peering with one blurry eye at the clock across the room. 2:12am. He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips, and if you told him it was actually a whine (or maybe even a whimper), he might be inclined to argue but it would be weak at best. “Gotta pee? Right now?”
Clooney's tail swished wildly back and forth against the floor and he let out the smallest, least offensive yip in response. That usually meant it was urgent, and it lit a fire under Derek's sleepy ass. The last thing he wanted was a lake of dog piss on his floor after the day he'd had.
Or worse.
The thought of worse made him move even faster, rooting out the slippers that had been kicked under the bed in his haste to get to sleep, and heading for the back door with nothing but a robe between his nudity and the world. He was still tying the belt when he noticed he was alone at the back door.
Clooney didn't follow him, he went rushing toward the front door instead and nosed at the handle. “Back door, buddy...we're not going for a walk...”
Clooney didn't budge. Derek groaned but something about it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He wouldn't have had the patience for this even if he'd had eight hours of sleep, but so far he was on about the second and he wasn't anywhere near feeling patient.
“I said back, now.” He waited, hand on his hips. “Clooney, what the hell man?” The dog wasn't in the habit of disobeying, he was highly trained, but he wouldn't budge. Just sat at attention, staring at the front door, his nose right beneath the knob. His tail was wagging. Frowning, Derek went to the coat closet and quickly punched in the code to his safe, slipping his piece into his pocket. Overreaction, probably but Clooney was making him feel really damn uneasy.
A gun at his side mitigated the feeling slightly. After what happened to Hotch, after Foyet using his credentials to drop Hotch off at the ER...he was a little on edge himself.
With one hand against his weapon, the other opened the door and out rushed Clooney into the crisp night. He almost called out but stopped himself, instead peering out silently at the empty porch first and then to the yard. All shadows accounted for, nothing out of place. Clooney rushed right to the edge of the sidewalk and stopped...he didn't go past the grass, that was his barrier, and he was a good boy, but Derek saw what he was looking at right away. It didn't take a genius to follow Clooney's urgent line of sight. The dog's senses were keen at least when it came to certain things. Like humans he was unnaturally attached to for reasons Derek would never fully understand.
Where he looked sat Hotch's car, idling without its lights on in the shadow of an old oak tree. He pulled his door mostly closed, left it open only a crack so Clooney could get back inside if he wanted, and tightened the belt of his robe suddenly very aware of his lack of clothing. The breeze caught the fabric, zipped underneath and chilled his bare thighs. What in the hell was going on? Was he insane, walking around outside butt naked? Perhaps.
His slippers scraped against the sidewalk; the eerie silence of the neighborhood scuffed out by his movement. The car's exhaust trickled out in colorless fumes and the engine purred, clicked as it turned over, probably to keep the heater on. Not music, just heat. Bending over, framing himself in the passenger window, he rapped a few times with his knuckles and waved. Hotch didn't even look at him.
The door unlocked, but the car remained running. Derek sighed before grabbing the handle, tightening his robe over his legs, and sliding in. The fabric bunched and he smoothed it out, making sure that his dick wasn't hanging out. That was the last thing he needed. Clooney sat at attention right there at the edge of the yard watching them closely.
“I gotta tell you,” Derek started when it was clear Hotch wasn't going to initiate conversation. “I got some questions about why you're sitting in front of my house at 2am in your car instead of just knocking on the damn door like a normal person.”
“Second thoughts.”
“Yeah? But you didn't leave.”
Hotch angled his face toward Derek, slivers of moonlight throwing his sharp features into a mesmerizing geometry. There were tears shining in his eyes. “Like I said...”
“Yeah. Second thoughts.”
The hum of the engine, the incredible power of the heater, it lulled Derek into a sense of strange calm and he leaned back against the leather seat, closing his eyes. His piece sat heavy against his thigh, a reminder that this was not exactly just a social call. “You wanna come inside? It's a lot warmer in there.”
“I shouldn't. I've already disrupted enough of your night. I only came because I wanted to...” Hotch paused, wiping at a tear with disgust. “I needed to apologize. I repeatedly brushed you off today, was extremely rude, when all you were doing was...”
“Nah, it's all good. I shoulda known better than to ask you to talk about your feelings at a crime scene, that was stupid. Neither of us knows what the hell we're doing right now.”
Hotch bit the inside of his cheek until it nearly bled and frowned. “In any case. Please accept my apology for today. It won't happen again. And...for what it's worth...thank you. For caring. I'm well aware that it isn't easy.”
“What isn't easy, Hotch?”
“I know that I'm not easy to...”
Derek leaned across the console, careful to keep one hand at the opening of his robe, scrunching it closed. His gun slipped between his thighs and rested heavy there. Paying it little mind, he moved so close they were sharing breath and used his free hand to cup Hotch's jaw, fingertips gently grazing prickly skin in need of a shave.
“I've never had a hard time with that.” Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely true, but Hotch looked like he needed a win. Derek could give him that much. Hotch froze as their lips touched, lungs burning for breath. He gasped when Derek pushed breath into him and let his lips part for Derek's searching tongue. Just a quick taste. It was shocking but not all-together unfamiliar and definitely something he'd been thinking about since the last time.
One other time. Long ago, lips sour and coated with sticky beer and popcorn salt, a curiously comfortable kiss in a dimly lit bar to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac. Just a kiss and nothing more after a long day, a really hard long day. His fingers had twitched, his heart thundering with anticipation, and then the apology spilled from Derek's lips. The apology for being inappropriate, for taking advantage of a volatile situation. “The ink isn't even dry on your divorce papers,” he'd muttered, and Hotch couldn't think of a single word to say though every cell in his body protested the separation.
And this, now. He leaned in without hesitation until they were kissing through his tears. “Come inside,” Derek whispered into the kiss. “I'm butt naked under this robe and I think if one of my neighbors sees us out here they're gonna get the wrong idea about the type of guy I am...”
“Naked?” Hotch rasped, straightening up and turning the key in the ignition. The engine clicked off and silence filled the car. Hotch smiled a little. It was kind of sad and a little pathetic, but Derek thought it was also kind of cute.
Refusing to make an excuse for himself and his compromising position, Derek reached for the door handle. “Come inside and talk to me. You owe me.”
“I suppose I do.”
Hotch followed close behind Derek, his hands in his pockets until they reached Clooney who sidled up next to Hotch and kept pace with him. Trotted along right at his knees. He couldn't resist patting him on the head, scratching behind his ears, smiling at the way the dog leaned against him while they walked.
“Dave told me that you were concerned about me this morning. That you were pacing outside my office for an hour."
“Yeah? What else he tell you huh? That was a private conversation.”
Derek's house was warm and quiet, comfortable. So comfortable it was almost disarming. Hotch seated himself on the sofa while Derek walked toward the kitchen, only a few paces away but far enough to make it easier for Hotch to open up. “Only that you didn't argue with him when he said you like me more than you like your job. Is that true, Agent Morgan?”
“Well now that depends on the context, Agent Hotchner...”
Hotch quirked an eyebrow at Derek while he went about his business in the kitchen, pulling out a few beers from his well-stocked fridge. Even at this time of night, or rather morning, he was a skilled host. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Guilty as charged. Most of the time, anyway. You're still a pain in the ass.”
“You opened your door to me in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah,” Derek said, handing Hotch the beer. They both knew he was probably not supposed to be drinking, but one beer wasn't going to kill him and it would give him something to do with his hands in any case. He was just glad it wasn't whiskey, just the smell of it was enough to make him sick these days. “Like I said. Pain in the ass.”
The words were sharp but Derek's tone was anything but, and Hotch couldn't help the way his eyes started to betray him once again. No one had really asked how he was, at least in relation to him as a person instead of him as the Unit Chief. Can you do your job? Can we trust you? That was what laced everyone's concern...everyone but Derek's. Derek knew damn well he could do his job given enough time to settle back in, it was the fear of what the job was going to do to Hotch that was eating at him. The longer he pretended that everything was business as usual, that he could work away the fear and loneliness, the obsession, the pain. Whether he could do his job wasn't in question but whether he should be doing it. That sentiment was almost impossible for Derek to make clear to Rossi, no matter how he'd tried. The man kept digging in on second guessing Hotch and at a certain point Derek simply had to give up.
“I can do my job, Derek,” Hotch offered finally, setting the beer to his lips. It went down easier than he'd anticipated. “But I don't know if I can do everything else. Do you really want to hear about it?"
Derek, scared as he was about what was going to come next, nodded. Of course he did. The offer wasn't in vain. "Yeah. Tell me. Let me in."
"Today was the first day I've left my apartment, except for doctor visits and physical therapy, since Foyet. I sit in that apartment and I'm paralyzed. I can't sleep. I don't use the kitchen. I can't look at Jack's room.” He was keenly aware that the words weren't even passing through any filters, just flying from his mind to his mouth and setting themselves free. It was always easier to talk at 2am with a beer in your hand. "I'm stuck. And I don't know what else to do but be at work where I can breathe. Where I have a purpose."
It was always easier to talk to Derek who would and could fill in all the blanks easily and accurately. He didn't have to explain every detail, every thought. Derek knew plenty without ever having to hear the words. “You wanna stay here tonight?”
That was Derek's charm. He could take in everything Hotch said, and everything he didn't say, and he could choose to force him to elaborate, or he could just hold the words carefully, like fragile things that might just as soon break as they would kill. Tonight, he would hold them close and keep them from doing further damage. If Hotch wanted to talk, he was all ears, but he wouldn't force the issue. He had tried that earlier in the pharmacy and narrowly escaped with his life.
“I shouldn't,” was Hotch's hesitant response. He took another sip of his beer, let it linger for a moment before gulping it down. “There's a patrol car sitting outside of my apartment waiting for me. I told them not to follow me, that I wouldn't be gone long. They'll track my phone if I don't return.”
“Patrol car? They got you under surveillance now?”
“For the time being. We know that Foyet watched Shaugnessey, and Strauss thinks that he may come back to watch me too. I have my doubts. I suspect Strauss is simply trying to keep her eye on me, not Foyet, and this is an easy way for her to do so.”
“You could tell them you're safe, couldn't you? Get out from under it for a while. Just to get a few hours of sleep?”
“Derek, is it really sleep that you're thinking about?”
Derek, knocking back the last of his beer, grinned a little madly. “Well it was...” He paused for effect, letting out a soft chuckle. “Damn. Yeah, sleep is all I meant man. Honest. You look like you could use a good coma.” No one but Derek would even attempt that kind of gallows humor with Hotch now, he knew it. Just the thought of it made his coiled muscles relax. Everyone spent the day walking on eggshells, passing concerned glances when they thought he hadn't noticed, talking and conspiring and wondering behind his back...and here was Derek joking about comas. To say he needed this was an understatement.
“Are you sure?”
“Take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch.”
“Do you no longer have a guest room?” Hotch asked, finishing his own beer finally with a yawn. It had started to get lukewarm.
“I do, I just figured you might want something a little more central. And if I'm out here on the couch, no one's getting in front or back without a fight. Plus that bed isn't as comfortable as mine.”
“And you think...”
“Man. You just got stabbed, you're barely healed so don't give me any of that the couch is fine shit. Just take the nice bed and enjoy something for once in your damn life.”
In Derek's room, the darkness was almost too quiet. There was a faint hum from beneath the radiator, clicking as it forced heated water through, and just enough wind outside to remind him now nice it was not to be sitting in his car. He'd already sent a text to his surveillance team telling them he was going to be out a while longer but to please just keep an eye out for Foyet around his home. Whether they would do that or not didn't concern him much, he was just playing the game. What did concern him was that he was crawling into Derek's cool bed sheets, into the smell of him, and curling up still in his suit and socks.
He'd left the door ajar, just a slip. There was enough light trickling in from the hallway that he could see around him once his eyes adjusted. Clooney snored right outside the door, small snuffling sounds, scraping of claws on hard wood, muffled barks of a dreaming dog. And still his eyes were open, he couldn't seem to make his body shut off. He twisted in the sheets, curled in on himself, always keeping one nervous eye on the door. He simply could not relax.
When his body felt too restless to even shift and twist again, he got out of bed and paced with his hands on his head, scrubbing desperately over his exhausted face. His chest hurt, but worse was his back, forced to pull double duty while his stomach healed. The tender muscle over his tailbone ached deeply while he walked, and he pressed at it mindlessly to try and quiet it.
Floorboards creaked beneath his weary socked feet, over and over. He would pace the room a few times, crawl back into bed and bury himself beneath the blankets only to repeat the process. It wasn't even that he was worried, he felt safe, perfectly safe in Derek's home...and yet.
Before he had a chance to crawl out of the bed for the fourth or fifth time, he felt a weight on the bed and the mattress shifted. He peered out through the nest of blankets to find Derek reclining on top of the blankets, staring at him.
“You haven't slept.”
“No.”
“And you're keeping me awake.”
“I'm sorry.”
“What's keeping you up? What do I need to do?”
Without warning, there were tears on Hotch's pillow. He didn't even know why. He could guess, perhaps, but there were too many choices. He was simply sad, he supposed. There was a lot on his plate and if he was being honest he was always right on the verge of tears anyway...it was just harder to hold them back now.
“Okay. Hey. How about I stay in here too?”
“Don't you dare,” Hotch started, sniffling indignantly at the tone in Derek's voice. “I'm not a damsel in distress. You and your shining armor can just go back to the couch.”
“Well, it's a bath robe and you know damn well that isn't what I'm doing, you asshole. I just can't get any sleep if you're up walking around all night in here making the damn floorboards creak. Old houses don't keep secrets. Plus you're disturbing the hell outta Clooney. Poor guy's a wreck. Go the fuck to sleep.”
Hotch smiled wearily at that and gave in. He wasn't winning this argument. He never really did with Derek, anyway. Sure, sometimes he got away with it at work, throwing orders around like darts when he had to make a point but at the end of the day...it didn't leave him with much more than heartache and an apology dancing on his tongue.
“Clooney hasn't moved in an hour,” Hotch whispered, but in spite of his protest he moved closer to Derek's warmth, his weight there on the bed.
“You still want me to leave?” Derek asked in an exasperated huff and Hotch shook his head from beneath the blankets.
“No.”
“Then go to sleep.” No way Foyet was getting in there, creeping around in Derek's shadows. Not with Clooney the attack dog snuffling around in his sleep right in the doorway. For a few hours, they could forget about all of it.
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twister (1996)
feel free to change as needed.
come on, sweetie, let’s get up.
we need to get down to the storm cellar right now.
don’t be scared.
this is gonna be a long day.
you’re nervous about seeing her, aren’t you?
do i look nervous?
i just want to get it over with.
give me a kiss.
oh, fuck! this thing is useless.
okay, boss lady, hold your horses.
all i’m saying is don’t fold the maps!
who is that handsome devil?
oh, man, don’t start that shit!
honey, why don’t you hang out here for a little while.
the prodigal son returns.
i’m happy you found us.
you see the sky today?
boy, not much for browsing, are you?
i guess, uh, it probably seems kind of sudden.
how come you had that tone?
it’s like a whole new you.
this is very awkward.
i thought you’d be coming out here alone.
it wouldn’t be right if you weren’t here.
i find this kind of interesting. i’m gonna tag along!
what drives me is the unknown.
you think i wasn’t gonna find out about this?
you slime! i ain’t through with you yet!
he’s a corporate kiss-butt.
honey, is everything okay?
why don’t you get us some cold drinks.
he’s wacko.
you ought to keep a leash on him.
gum?
if you have to pee, you should do it now, because there’s not many places to stop once we get on the road.
you’re still in love with him, aren’t you?
you got it, boss.
[starts singing “oklahoma!” at the top of their lungs]
she did not marry your penis.
i’m not fighting, i’m talking.
okay, i’m making extremely civilized conversation here.
you’re biting my head off.
you couldn’t resist, could you?
what could i possibly need a therapist for?
can i drive?
somebody should warn her about your temper.
stay the hell out of it.
i know exactly what i’m doing.
as long as you’re happy.
have you lost your nerve?
tighten your seatbelt!
why can’t we spend a normal day together?
it’s over, it’s over, it’s all over.
that’s intense!
you almost got yourself killed!
don’t even think about it. no way.
i know you’re upset. you just gotta breathe.
god, wasn’t that incredible?
i’m sorry, honey, i didn’t think.
deep down, i always thought it was a metaphor.
shhh, it’s okay.
you’re fashionably late again.
we crave sustenance!
day before yesterday, i was telling [name] how much i missed you.
gimme some of that loving!
in a severe lighting storm, you want to grab your ankles and stick your butt up in the air.
yeah, i’d like to get hit by lightning once, y’know, see what it’s like.
hey, this is real lemonade.
i’m moving in here!
you got a lot of beef. where’d you get all this beef?
did you see my cows out front?
it’s practically a food group.
shower’s free.
better grab some while you can.
for me, it’s the thrill of the hunt.
god, he sucks.
how can you watch that garbage?
what a wiener.
i thought it was just a summer thing.
i’m talking immanent rueage. immanent rueage.
you guys need to get some new stories.
not naked. i was not naked!
this is a tissue of lies.
see, now you’ve lost me again.
doesn’t matter what you do, you’ll still be beautiful.
i’m sorry to eat and run.
thank you, sweetheart.
okay, time to impress me.
let’s get you wired.
an ordinary person spends his life avoiding tense situaions.
trust me. [sender’s name] is good, [sender’s name] is wise.
you’re insane! what are trying to do, get somebody killed?
dirtbag.
we’re gonna have to get off this road.
we don’t have a visual.
this is the one, man. i feel it.
this is the fun part, sweetheart!
you people are all crazy, did you know that?
ow, fuck!
what’s the matter with you? we can still do this!
you don’t understand, okay? you’ll never know.
listen to yourself, you’re obsessed!
stop living in the past and look at what you’ve got right in front of you!
you better get over here.
can i have eight coffees to go?
come on, take my hand.
i can’t do this anymore!
the lines are down, i already tried.
you’ll be safe at the motel. i’ll see you in the morning.
i can’t compete with this.
sooner or later, it would have ended, we both know that.
i never meant for any of this to happen.
don’t worry about me. i know my way home.
how about some steak and eggs?
how nice of you all to come over.
you’re going to the hospital.
overnight? forget it. i’m alright.
okay, i’ll go, but i’m gonna drive myself.
honey, your car’s in a tree around the corner.
i was worried about you.
there’s nothing to see. it doesn’t even hurt.
when i want your opinion, i’ll give it to you.
we tried. there’s nothing we could do.
maybe we should get off of this road.
i’ve never seen anything like this.
we’re going to be very popular!
it was a good idea.
we’ve got so much to do.
do you always have to do things the hard way?
we’ve got data coming out of our ears!
look at that sky!
you know what? i think we’ve seen enough.
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[cackling] nothing funnier than a 2po nonnie trying to talk to him about The Boys, Walker and Windy, only for him to start peeing his pants yelling there's no Destiel in The Winchesters. Nonnie's gotta be like "Um.... ok?"
And then just "Jensen said." No he didn't, bitch. Maybe in your proven quantum tunnel of M&G lies. He's said the opposite, you just refuse to listen. And you know it. That's why it's living rent free in your head. Someone be like "Hey, did you watch Ninja Warrior last night?" and you're so freaked the fuck out you just break out screaming "THERE'S NO DESTIEL!!!!" because that's literally all you can fucking think about, your commitment to denial, and just... hoping nobody asks your SOURCE? On "Jensen said no Destiel in TW"?
Because like. Boy, buddy. Let me tell you something. If you're about to appeal to shit that's off the record by him, you're gonna have a REAL bad time with anyone that knows WHY I've known what I know the last year and a half.
Keep up your pressurized squealing now that Wiki's cut you off from burning her. Now that EVERYONE knows you lie about your greets and warp them severely. Oh, and by the way, I figured out why you couldn't doxx the broad side of the barn. Just because Gayle overheard a friend of mine having a personal conversation with Misha doesn't mean that they were your target, yall. Not that you should have had a target to begin with. But again, now fandom knows this, and the violent threats, and everything about you, and the people that shelter you and help you in spnscripthunt.
And most of all, if we're appealing to shit off the record:
Jensen has actually said, repeatedly, that Dean and Cas as a gay unit are in fact part of the Winchesters. And I knew that since December 2020, before it was even The Winchesters (or more, his regrets that were eating him alive that took shape into the show). And I knew that again in May 2021, when it became The Winchesters. And the Dencon after and the J2 fight it caused and I framed it to the absurdity it was in reality, to wii music. And I knew that again in September 2022, when he told even more people. And again at Vancon, when he repeated verbatim the time and moment he Had A Different Take I'd mentioned since Dec 2020, in a weird full circle, that you pretend you can't speak english to understand in full.
Dude. It's over. We are no longer In That Moment. We're well past The Next Setup. And we're blowing Every Light February 2023.
I'm starting to think their 404 error is how loud this makes me knowing about this shit HOW long before Jared likeSKDJFskdjfsdf that's gotta be it. Does not compute. their system crashes and they forget this exchange and line themselves up to fall down on the next one. Guys, it was need-to-know. Jared, like any other late cameo star, didn't need to know yet. Sure, Dierx and Drake met Misha first (well, early, not Literally First). Because it was Need to Know. Whatever that fills in with context on the rest of this post, cest la vie. Subtext. Now Cope. The louder you deny Robbie's revenge for what it is, the deeper the cut will bleed, so if you'd like to lose your innards across the fandom floor in front of a crowd, keep going. Fine, but know you gutted yourself.
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