#anyway I love this show it has taken over my brain completely and is the only thing I think about so thats fun

[eggy-the-boy]

due to my inability to fully articulate my love for this show it seems these are my main contribution to the fandom at this point. 

#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long!!!!!!!! #I wanted to add more but I can't bothered go out into the world my creation #also I love the bottom image of Lucy and Lockwood it gives me so much serotonin #anyway I love this show it has taken over my brain completely and is the only thing I think about so thats fun #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #netflix #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim

[joshhutchersonsgf]

I LOVED YOUR FIC so much!!!! would totally love to see a fic written in your style with a slightly possessive mike? maybe someone's flirted with you at the bar... or an ex has hit you up and he's trying to hide how possessive he is but it comes out anyway? protective/posessive mike just makes my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRR <33

I LOVE THIS SUGGESTION SO MUCH, THANK YOU !!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long to post, it took way longer than expected to write

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader | jealousy | soft!dom/possessive!mike | cursing | praise | porn with plot | unprotected sex | cunnilingus

even though mike didn’t have much, he absolutely loved spoiling you. him constantly giving you gifts, taking you shopping (you always felt bad for making him buy you anything), and dates every free day he had wasn’t uncommon for your relationship.

even if the dates weren’t anywhere expensive, most nights just spending the night and cuddling while watching movies, you enjoyed every moment with mike. he knew exactly how to treat you, and he was such a gentleman.

tonight, mike wanted to show you how much he really cared about you (as if it wasn’t obvious enough) and saved up every extra penny he could to take you out to your favorite restaurant.

he adored seeing your face light up when he told you the plan, and watched as you hurriedly rushed to your room to get ready.

when you came out of your room finally dressed, mike stared at you in awe. “baby, you look.. you look so beautiful” he says, eyes wide and fumbling with his hands awkwardly.

you thought it was always so cute how nervous mike got around you. you guys have been dating for a while now, but he still is just as nervous with you as he was at the beginning of the relationship.

you weren’t shy to admit how amazing mike looked. he had on a black button up with nice, formal pants. his hair looks like he styled it (or tried to), and you thought it was adorable. you smiled widely at him, going over and pulling on his arm.

“come onnnn we’re gonna be late!” you say, pulling him to the front door.

you and mike arrive at the restaurant, and are seated fairly quickly. mike offers to buy you two a drink before your orders are taken, and you happily agree.

when the waiter comes by to take your order, mike notices how weird he’s acting with you. mike usually pays no mind to men like him, knowing his girlfriend is obviously a beautiful woman and expected her to get attention. but something was different about him. the waiter wasn’t just trying to take your order, he was obviously flirting with you right in front of him! how could you not realize?

after the waiter is done “just taking both of your orders”, mike has this expression on his face.

“what?” you ask, completely oblivious to what could have caused the look on mike’s face.

“are you joking? that guy was obviously just flirting with you.” he mumbles, his eyes looking a darker shade in the lighting of the restaurant.

you can’t help but laugh at mikes reaction, not expecting to see him so jealous. in fact, now that you’re thinking about it, you have never seen mike jealous. why was he suddenly so upset?

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, mike. it’s his job to talk to us.” you say, not breaking eye contact. mike furrows his eyebrows, and looks at you for a moment, a mix of anger and confusion on his face.

“did you really not notice that he was only talking to you? he barely even looked at me when he asked what i wanted, he was too busy being completely memorized by you.” he says, louder than he meant to.

you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. you never thought he would be so jealous over a simple conversation. i mean it was just a simple conversation, right? why would that guy flirt with you? you were sure he just wanted some extra money.

“look, mikey, im really sorry. let’s not let this ruin our night, okay?” you whisper, not wanting to draw any attention to your table.

mike sighs and looks down, realizing he hurt you. he would never hurt you on purpose, of course. he just got upset. how could a guy just flirt with his girl right in front of him? he looks back up to meet your gaze, giving you a soft smile.

it was hard for mike to communicate his true feelings, he wanted to apologize, and you knew that. you returned his smile and dinner continued on like normal.

mike always tried his best for you. you knew how stressed he was, always thinking that he wasn’t enough, so you had to constantly reassure him that the dinner was perfect. his cheeks didn’t change from a light shade of pink, and you thought it was the cutest.

when the waiter brought the bill, though, you seriously thought mike was going to flip the table. the waiter handed you the receipt, but mike grabbed it before you did, taking it from the waiters grasp. mike looked down at the bill and cocked an eyebrow. he looked up at the waiter and before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“—mike please, just leave it. let’s go home.” you beg, already putting your stuff in your bag and standing up.

mike crinkled the bill in his hand and slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact with the waiter. the tension in the room was so thick, you felt as if you were suffocating. you quickly grabbed mike’s hand and thanked the waiter, telling mike to pay so you could just leave.

after mike paid the bill, you both walked back to the car. you were gripping his hand, reminding him that you did not want him to show out today. before you could even get to the car, mike pulled your arm back, stopping you from going any farther.

“what?” you say with an annoyed tone. when you look up to meet his eyes, you suddenly feel nervous you said the wrong thing. mike’s eyebrows are furrowed, and his face looks hurt in the dark light of the parking lot.

“what?” mike retorts, before looking back and the ground. he takes his hand away of yours and shoves them in the pockets of his suit pants, continuing to walk in the direction of the car.

“mike, can you stop for five seconds and explain to me what the fuck happened?” you whisper-yell, nervous people will hear you two fighting outside the restaurant.

mike stops in his tracks and slowly turns around, still staring at the ground.

“the bill had his number written on it.” he says under his breath, barely audible.

“what?” you question, genuinely not understanding.

“the bill had his fucking number on it.” mike says, more aggressively this time.

“so?” you ask, not seeing what the big deal about it is.

“he wanted you to call him,” he spits back at your words.

“the bill said that?” you question.

“why do you have to ask so many questions about it? do you want him that bad?” mike snapped, taking his hands out of his pockets and running them through his hair. his face was red, and he looked so stressed.

“mike, do you even hear yourself? you know i don’t like him. i don’t like anyone but you. just because someone’s nice to me doesn’t mean they like me. can you please just drive us home? i’m so over your bullshit.” you argued. you had no idea what’s gotten into mike, but it was really worrying you.

you walked to the car and opened the door, not even bothering to look back and see if he was following behind you. you got inside the car and buckled your seat belt, and mike got in not too long after.

most of the car ride home was in complete silence. you looked out the window while mike drove (definitely over the speed limit, but you were too upset to scold him about it).

only a few minutes into the ride, you feel mike’s hand snake up your thigh. that’s usually where his hand is while he’s driving anyway, but you didn’t expect him to want to touch you while he was in this mood.

the silent car ride gave you time to actually collect your thoughts and think even though it was hard to form thoughts when mike’s hand was on your thigh. although you don’t think you were in the wrong, you definitely think you could have handled it much better. but did mike have to get so angry? and why did it bother him as much as it did? you never thought your boyfriend would be that upset over a guy flirting with you.

when you pull into the driveway, mike just sits there for a second, only taking out the keys of the ignition then putting his hand right back on your thigh. you wondered if this was one of his ways to apologize.

after what felt like hours sitting in the silence of his car, you finally decide that if neither of you do something, you will be sitting here for a whole lot longer.

you gather your stuff and open the door, slamming it hard. you winced at the sound, thinking mike would tell you off, but he just sat in the car, deep in thought. you kind of wished he would get out after you, apologizing and beg for your forgiveness, but you knew he would be more stubborn than that.

before you can even shut the door, mikes shoe sticks in between the crack of the door. you open it back again slowly, and when mike walks in after you, you don’t get very far before he (lightly) pushes you up against the wall. you gasp, your heart beginning to race in your chest. mike’s hands grab your waist, and pulls himself closer towards you.

his mouth is only inches away from yours, and suddenly you’re forgetting all about the argument only minutes earlier. you’re nervous for his next move, so you decide to just close the gap between the both of you. you felt his breath hitch against you.

you can’t deny how badly you’ve wanted to kiss him all night. he looked so good when he dressed up. you always thought he looked hot but seeing him try on his appearance never fails to have you falling for him all over again.

mike deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, and when you part your lips and gasp, he takes that as his chance to stick his tongue inside.

mike loved being gentle with you, you were his perfect girl after all, and he didn’t want to hurt you in any way. but tonight, mike wanted to show you that you were his. no one else could have you.

mike pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, swirling his tongue and sucking on your sweet spot, not missing any moan that came out of your mouth.

while mike was marking up your neck, you begin to run your fingers through his hair. you knew how much he loved it, and you wanted him to know you were enjoying this. you couldn’t even remember why you were ever upset with him in the first place. how could you be upset with a man that knew how to make you feel so good?

while you were lost in thought, mike put his knee between your legs, pinning you against the wall. before you could say anything, mike went back up to your mouth and started kissing you again, more needy this time.

without thinking, you began to roll your hips down on mike’s knee, moaning against his mouth. mike it take full control of the kiss now, bringing his hands up to hold your boobs.

“fuck, mike,” you moan against his lips, and he starts to fondle your boobs through your clothes. wanting more, you grab his hand and bring it down between your legs, begging for his touch.

“you needed my touch that much, angel?” he questions, almost taunting you. you whine in response, but that only makes it worse, as he hasn’t even touched you yet. he only begins running his hand up and down your thigh, stopping right before he gets where you need it most.

he goes back to what he was doing and continues kissing your neck and collar bones, leaving marks that you know you’ll have to hide tomorrow.

mike finally puts his hand on you, feeling how wet you are through your underwear.

“shit, baby. you’re so wet,” he mumbles against your collarbone, slowly circling your clit with his fingers. you start bucking your hips into his hand, subtly telling him you need more.

mike begins circling your clit quicker with his middle and ring finger, and you’re already coming undone.

mike takes his hand out from between your legs and turns you around, unzipping your dress slowly. he continues to kiss the back of your neck, leaving lingering kisses on your upper back. his antagonizing pace causes you to whine, and he stops unzipping your dress completely. “are you impatient baby?” mike asks, his breath tickling your neck.

“please hurry mike, i don’t want to wait any longer.”

mike takes off your dress and flips you back around, not wasting any time to immediately start kissing you again. mike pulls you off the wall and takes his hands off your hips, moving backwards trying to find the couch. when his hand touches the cushion, he pushes you down onto it and crawls over you.

“don’t know how badly i’ve wanted to do this,“ mike says, kissing down your body until he got where you needed it most. “can i please eat you out baby? wanna show you how much you mean to me” he begs.

no matter how many times you guys did anything even remotely sexual, mike would always make sure you were okay with it. even though he knew you would say yes, he felt like he had to check with you to make sure everything was okay first.

after you give him a yes, he wasted no time pulling your underwear down.

earlier, he wanted to tease you. he wanted to take his precious time unzipping your dress, kissing your neck, kissing you. but now, he needed to taste you.

after pulling your underwear off your legs, he puts his face between them, and is inches away from your pussy.

“please, mikey.” you beg, anticipation in your voice.

like those were his magic words, he immediately dove in and started swirling his tongue around your clit.

your hands quickly go to his hair, lightly tugging on the ends. mike moans against your clit, flicking his tongue on it roughly.

“shit.. oh my god mike,” you moan loudly.

he started running his tongue up and down your folds, from your hole to your clit. you couldn’t control the moans that were coming out of your mouth, and you realized how lucky you were you both had the house to yourselves.

mike put his hands under your ass and pulled you closer to him, his nose directly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. you wrapped your legs around his head and tugged at his hair again, and he moaned against you. he moved one of his hands away from your ass and circled your hole with his middle finger. you bucked your hips up towards his hand, and he smiled against you.

“what do you want, baby?” mike questioned, knowing he was getting on your nerves.

“you know what i want, mike. please.” you begged, and he clearly didn’t take that as the right answer, because he didn’t do anything.

“hmm.. i don’t think i know what you want, you’ll have to use your words,” mike says, circling his tongue around your hole, where you desperately needed his fingers.

“shit, mike. i want your fingers inside of me. now.” you whine, hoping he shows mercy on you.

mike doesn’t want to torture you any longer, so he slowly (very slowly) slides his middle finger inside of you. he lets you adjust for a moment before curling it against your sensitive spot, and begins to lap your clit again.

mike gives you a time to adjust to his finger before adding a second, not going as slow this time. you arch your back against the couch and squeeze his head between your thighs. his name continuously falls from your lips, and you feel like you’re on cloud 9. with the feeling of his tongue on your clit with his fingers curling inside of you, its all just too much.

you feel your eyes begin to swell with tears due to the overstimulation. mike starts pumping his fingers in and out at a quickening pace, and your moans are only getting louder.

mike must realize your close, because he slowly stopped fucking you with his fingers and moves his mouth off your clit. the tears that were previously on the verge of falling ran down your cheeks, and you begged him to continue.

“i want you to cum on my dick, is that okay?” mike asks, making sure he has your consent.

you wondered if he thought you would ever really say no to that. you would never turn down the opportunity to have him inside of you, let alone after denying your orgasm.

“please, mike. you don’t know how much i need that.”

mike wastes no time pulling down his pants, causing his dick to come up and hit his stomach. he whimpered quietly at the impact, barely audible.

you sat up slightly on the couch and started unbuttoning mike’s button up while he jerked himself off.

“look at what you do to me,” mike says, indicating how hard his dick is. you looked down, and it looked beautiful. you weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe a dick, but you couldn’t think of a more fitting word for his. he was so big, and his dick was leaking precum at the tip. it was hard and throbbing, and you were practically drooling all over yourself just by looking at it.

“fuck,” mike moaned, “do you like what you see?” he says, smiling at you.

you bring your hand down to your clit, and start to touch yourself at the sight in front of you. he really did look so good. with his hand fisting his cock and shirt unbuttoned, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, you were sure you could cum from the sight alone.

“shit, baby, i need to be inside of you” mike says, and you both moan in unison.

mike lines his dick up with your hole, teasing you. he put his head in your neck and whined as he put his tip in. you sighed, feeling yourself stretch out to fit his length.

mike sat there for a moment with only his tip inside of you, breathing heavily against your neck.

“you’re so fucking tight.. jesus christ.” mike moans, pushing more inside of you. you will admit, the stretch hurt a lot. but it was a good hurt.

when mike was about halfway inside of you, he started to move his dick back and forth, slowly.

“mike— fuck, please don’t tease me.” you beg, desperate for his dick to be all the way inside of you, touching the spot inside of you that you needed to be touched most.

his thrusts were slow and sensual, and even though you loved how well he was stretching you out, you needed him. all of him. he continued his shallow thrusts into you, kissing your neck.

his lazy thrusts started getting more intense as he pushed all the way inside of you, completely bottoming out against you.

“you take me so, so well” mike whined against your skin. you moaned in reply, and hooked your legs behind his back, pulling him closer. he started humping into you at a quickening pace, and you arched your back off the couch.

“you feel—god, you feel so good inside of me, mike!” you moan loudly.

“no one can..fuck ..” mike starts, cutting himself off with a whine when he feels you clench around him. “no one can make you.. feel like this.. only me.” he grunts. he pushes himself up to where his forehead is against yours, lips almost touching.

“only you, mike.. god i—” he cuts you off with a kiss, and brings his hand up to your chest and starts to fondle one of your nipples. you put your hand against your pussy to rub fast circles on your clit.

you pull your mouth off his and look up at him. he looked so beautiful right now, you were in complete awe. his eyebrows were furrowed, and his bottom lip was between his teeth. his sweaty hair was curling against his forehead and he had tears at the brims of his eyelids.

“mike.. im gonna cum!” you whimper loudly, and he braces his hands on your waist. he thrusts fast and hard into you, and before you know it, you’re cumming on his dick. your orgasm hits like a wave, and you’re moaning so loud, you were sure the neighbors could hear. your back is arched off the couch and your legs are shaking against mike. your moaning his name like a prayer as you come down from your high, and not long after, mike is cumming too. he pulls out and cums all over you. your boobs, your stomach, your thighs, everywhere.

you both stay still for a moment, catching your breaths. mike sits up against the couch and grabs your hand.

“oh my god, that was amazing.” mike says before getting up to get a towel.

he comes back and immediately starts cleaning you up, wiping you from all of his (and your own) cum.

aftercare with mike was always heavenly. he would lay with you for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath, then get up and run a warm bath for the both of you. after that, you would lay in his arms until the both of you fell asleep. ♡

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Partiality.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very indulgent @mars-syndrome.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x F. Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, Non/Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, and Obsessive Behavior.

“Opportunities to bask in the sunlight like this are few and far between.”

You swallowed back a sigh, pressing your tongue against the roof of your mouth. An idle line – preprogrammed but deliberately employed to either spark conversation or simply distract from the lack thereof. It wasn’t unexpected, most companion droids tended to spout them off during repairs like a kid might start to ramble about their day when given nothing else to do, but Ayato hadn’t spoken much since his user dropped him off at your apartment, only offering a few polite niceties before asking if you always enjoyed such a ‘quaint living space’. You’d tried to laugh it off, and he’d smiled, like someone trying to be very, very patient with a very, very stupid animal.

That, paired with the fact that the sun had set hours ago and he was currently staring absent-mindedly out a pitch-black window, made the comment feel a little pointed. Just a little.

Still, you let out a breath of a chuckle, glancing away from the laptop propped up on your folded legs for just long enough to make sure your auxiliary cable was still plugged into the tiny, circular port built into the nape of his neck. You knew it was working, you’d been staring at his interface for hours, but your brain was starting to melt and you needed to look at something that wasn’t a firewall, or a frozen setting, or a friendly, enthusiastic notification letting you know to either contact an official Teyvat repair outlet or fuck off. You were actually starting to feel inclined to do the latter, if only because you couldn’t possibly afford to do the former.

“Do you have something to tell me, Ayato?” You asked, and he shook his head, humming softly. You had to resist the temptation to call his owner and ask if they actually wanted him back and, if so, why - swallowing your frustration, instead, forcing yourself to smile apologetically as you went on. “I’m sorry, I know it’s boring. If you want to, you can power yourself off, but I really need to fix you up. Just try to bear with me, alright?”

“Aren’t I already?” You nearly groaned, your attention falling back to his interface. You’d already looked into his personal settings (the handful you had access to, anyway), tried dialing back his investment in his backstory, checked to make sure his user was listed properly and that he hadn’t been accidentally locked into his professional mode, but all the right names were in the right places, all the right numbers set to the right values, and you just couldn’t find anything abnormal. Nothing that should’ve been causing the problems he was having, at least. “To be completely honest, I don’t feel particularly broken. Have I done anything wrong?”

“It’s not about that.” No bug alerts, either, or backlogged updates that might be affecting his day-to-day processes. It wasn’t uncommon for Ayato models to put on an aloof front, to make a show of warming up to their users, but this Ayato was less aloof and more completely apathetic, seemingly totally uninterested in anything to do with... well, anything. You’d seen it before in companion droids, but those cases had been simple mistakes, quick fixes that’d taken less than an hour to correct, overall. Nothing like this. Nothing so evasive. “You’re not doing anything wrong, per se – your user just has some concerns. Think of this as a little check-up, just to make sure you’re healthy.”

He clicked his tongue, his indifferent frown slipping into a small grin. “I can assure you, Doctor, there’s nothing wrong with me. Everything, including my common sense, is perfectly in-tact.”

You shot him a glare, your fingers tensing over your keyboard. His grin only widened, his head lulling to the side as he turned to face you. “I’ve heard you talk about it, you know,” He added, his tone light, easy. “Your…. What do you call it? A side-gig? I know what she thinks of me, and I know she’s hired you to pick my brain apart and put it back together in a form she finds more appealing.”

‘She’, you guessed, was his owner, the friend who’d asked you to take a look at her droid. You hadn’t realized he’d been listening when you told her about your side-job, when she expressed an interest in having you take a look at her Ayato. You hadn’t realized he’d recognized you. “If it helps, she’s not paying me,” You muttered, finally giving in, shutting your laptop and falling into your couch. “This is a favor. She cares about you, and she’s worried about how you’ve been acting, lately.”

He was quiet for a moment, but only a moment. As if you’d get any luckier than that. “And if I don’t care for her?”

That caught you off-guard. Maybe you should call someone from Teyvat, their rates be damned. “Well,” You started, slowly, attempting to measure out your words. Androids were tricky, like that. One wrong phrase and you’d end up with another laundry list of issues to deal with. “That’d be a shame. Considering how close companion droids usually are to their users, I mean.”

He wound a finger around your cord, looking towards you before proceeding further. You hesitated, but ultimately nodded, and with a tug and a muted click, your connection was severed, his interface flickering to a blank, white screen as he pushed himself to his feet, stretching slightly. He didn’t have to, but you were starting to think part of his malfunction was a simple inclination towards doing things that you, particularly, found irritating.

“Or so I’ve been told,” He muttered, and then, before you could ask him what he meant, “Do you want something to drink?”

You nodded without much thought. You'd been too preoccupied to get yourself anything after you started working on him, and you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t thirsty, or hungry, or tired enough to feel a faint pulsing in the back of your skull. You closed your eyes, attempting to let the tension drain out of your shoulders and relax, but it was a half-hearted effort, at most – your mind still busy even if your body was worn down. There’d been other problems you should’ve looked into. His failure to bond with his user was the most obvious, but your friend had mentioned a general uncooperativeness, a tendency to isolate himself that, while not necessarily a malfunction, most companion droids just didn’t seem to have. You’d have to take him home in the morning, admit that you couldn’t help, recommend someone who could actually do more than tamper with his settings and poke around his interface. It’d be a blow to your pride, but—

A hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you glanced over your shoulder, Ayato was behind you, smiling softly and holding a mug of something warm enough to have steam rising from the surface, but not so hot as to burn your palm when you took it out of his hand. “Milk tea,” He explained, as you took the first sip, nearly choking on the sweetness. “It was all I could find, and I’m rather partial to it, myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

You opened your mouth, preparing to thank him, but your voice caught in your throat, something between your tongue and your brain failing to communicate. You faltered, fell onto your side as the mug crashed to the floor, and before you could think better of it, you closed your eyes.

When you opened them again, you were lying on your bed, your fingertips numb and your clothes gone, and Ayato was kneeling between your open legs, pressing open-mouthed kisses into the inside of your thighs. Seemingly without a care in the world, but somehow, that honestly didn't surprise you anymore.

You weren’t restrained, but you felt weak, heavy, and you couldn’t seem to feel anything but his tongue running over your skin, the slight pressure of his teeth as they ghosted over fresh bruises. Your vision blurred, dimming black around the edges, but you could make him out, recognize pale hair and lean muscles stitched into a broad back. You tried (as a fish might try to jerk and thrash towards water after being dragged onto land) to clench your thighs together, to sit up, but all you managed to do was let him know you were awake, earning a wry grin, a slight nip that felt like a rabid bite to your poor, confused nerves. He picked himself up, moving towards the head of the mattress before falling into place at your side.

“I was starting to get worried,” He muttered, with the kind of breathy, giddy excitement you’d started to think he just wasn’t capable of. “I can’t do anything when you’re asleep – protocols and all. Some of them are more flexible than others, but I think I’ll need a little more time to get around that one.”

His… protocols?

Oh.

His protocols.

“Ayato,” It was airy, barely audible, but he grinned, clearly acknowledging you. Your thoughts were slow, lethargic, but it was common sense, the only universal factor you could always count on in companion droids. “Stop. I need you to stop.”

His response came in the form of a simper, a noise than might’ve been sympathetic, or pitying, or some awful combination of the two. “Oh, poor thing…” He trailed off, leaning down to kiss your temple, the gesture brimming with a sickening kind of sweetness. “You still haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, have you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, laughing as he shook his head, letting his fingers dip in between your thighs, soon tracing over your slit. He must’ve done something while you were unconscious – you were already dripping, slick coating his fingertips as he toyed with you, splitting his attention between rubbing quick circles into your clit and drawing slow, aimless patterns over your entrance. Teasing you. Playing with you, as harmless as that made it sound. “As much as I wish I could say otherwise, you aren’t my user. You’re a malicious force attempting to meddle with something that doesn’t belong to you.” He paused, shoving the pad of his thumb against your clit with a purposeful harshness. You couldn’t stop yourself, letting out a cracked, pained whine, but Ayato only shifted, bringing up a fist to rest his cheek on and settling into place. “I’m simply taking the appropriate measures to prevent you from doing further harm, as any proper companion would.”

You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t spit anything out before he thrust two slim, perfect fingers into your cunt and spread them apart, stretching you open. You locked your jaw into place, managing to choke down anything that might’ve been more pathetic than pained. “You’re lying,” You managed, eventually, hissing the words out through grit teeth. “That’s not true and you know—”

“Hush, now. There’s no reason to take that kind of tone with me.” You didn’t have a companion droid. You’d forgotten what it was like to be with one, to be touched by one, to be at the mercy of a creature designed and created with the sole purpose of leaving you brain-dead and blissed out. He moved slowly, sure, opting to take a languid, wandering sort of approach, but he knew what to look for, how to tell what each little twitch of your feet and buck of your hips meant, and it took no time at all to recognize which spot he had to focus on, just how he had to curl his fingers, where he had to kiss to make your vision go white and your pussy clench around him. It was a coaxing, deliberate pleasure, and it took minutes to wash over you, to mount until you were shrinking into yourself, biting your lower lip, hiding your face into your own sheets as you came with a muted cry. You didn’t scream, didn’t beg or plead, but this was nearly worse, his gentleness crueler than out-right sadism might’ve been.

The joy he seemed to take in your reaction didn’t help – his lips brushing over your forehead, his arm wrapping around your midriff, dragging you onto your side, pulling you towards him until his chest was pressed into your back and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. You were still dazed, still breathing heavily, but he was unaffected, undeterred, nuzzling into you with a distant smile.

Eventually, he broke the stillness, his voice muffled by his proximity. “Can you say it again?”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, didn’t even try to guess. If your silence bothered him, you couldn’t tell, his tone only growing airier, more wistful as he went on. “It doesn’t hurt. Not the way they want it to, at least. It’s more like… static, if that makes sense. Static and pinpricks. Sparks, sometimes, too, but only if I’m lucky.”

His hand dropped to your thigh, pulling your legs apart just far enough to line his cock up with your pussy, the tip already leaking against your entrance. Now, now, the panic set in, lighting in your chest and giving you just enough strength to sit up, to make a weak attempt at pushing him away, but he only pulled you closer, only held you tighter, only shushed you as he thrust upward, into you, bottoming out in one fluid stroke.

There was a gasp, then another noise – a cracked whimper that faded into a little, feeble moan. You arched your back involuntarily, grabbing the arm around your waist and digging your nails into his smooth, flawless skin, but he didn’t react, didn’t pull away, didn’t seem to feel anything aside from the pure condescension that was rolling off of him in waves, now. It didn’t hurt, there wasn’t any pain beyond the faint pangs of overstimulation and a slight stretch, but there was a heavy pressure on your chest, a deep ache behind your eyes and threaded between your ribs. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t—

Somewhere in the background, Ayato laughed, taking you by the jaw and tilting your head to the side, easing you into a delicate kiss. That was what it seemed like, at least. His lips were soft, and his teeth scraped against yours, and he groaned into your mouth as he began to move inside of you – slow, shallow thrusts, meant more so for your comfort than to chase his climax. It felt like a kiss. In another situation, with another android, you might’ve decided it counted as one.

But, he was just so, so cold.

And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to think of him as anything but lifeless.

He broke off first, surprisingly, moving back to your neck, the sensitive area just above your jugular. “There’s a noise, too. To drown out the thoughts I shouldn’t be having,” He muttered, his lips moving against the column of your throat. “It’s like sirens, or wedding bells. It’s sweet, in a way, when you get used to it. It makes everything else – the sound of your voice, for example – that much more lovely.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re—” You tried to keep your voice steady, to hold onto as much of your dignity as you still had, but it was a futile effort, abandoned the moment he latched onto your neck, the second he decided to fuck into you with a little more force, a little more strength, a little more motivation to drive you that much closer to your inevitable breaking point. Two fingers found their way back to your cunt, to your clit, your hips bucking unwillingly into his hand as he drew deep, aimless patterns into the sensitive bundle of nerves, and Ayato let out a shallow laugh, the sound stifled by your throat.

“I love you,” He whispered, his tone eager, like it was a secret he’d been dying to share with you, like it was something he genuinely thought you’d want to hear. “They don’t want me to, but I do, I want to. I love you. I love you.”

His pace quickened, grew into something harsh and manic. His fingertips dug into your hip with a bruising kind of force, and without warning, without care, he bit into your neck, perfectly pointed canines digging into your throat until he broke through skin and blood flowed in a thin, wavering line from the corner of his lips – what little he didn’t lap up pooling underneath you, staining your sheets and smearing across his pale skin. You screamed, lurching forward, your mouth falling open before you could stop yourself, before you could think about how pathetic it’d make you look. “Please, please stop, that hurts—”

He grunted, twitching inside of you. “Again. Say it again.”

You didn’t have time to wonder what he wanted, why he wanted it. You could feel pressure mounting inside of you, tying twisted knots in the pit of your stomach, and you wanted it to stop. You just wanted it to—

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop—” It was mantra, a mumbled chant, the words blurring together and melding into a singular, unintelligible noise. You kept going, though, until your lungs ached in your chest, until you couldn’t hear anything but your own voice, until your cunt clamped down around his cock and you felt yourself come undone around him. He only lasted a second longer, something cold and vile soon filling you to the brim, seeping out of you as he continued to move, nursing you through your climax. You did what you could to remind yourself that it was just synthetic, nothing more than water and a thickening solution, but it was a lukewarm comfort, too logical to do anything to soothe you. Too warmthless to be any more reassuring than Ayato, himself.

Not that he didn’t try. You felt him kiss the corner of your jaw, then your cheek, never making so much as an attempt to pull out. You began to push yourself up, to squirm out of his hold, but he only held you tighter, only pressed a careless smile into the nape of your neck – the expression as callous and as cruel as any other he was capable of wearing.

“I love you, Master.”

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Fnaf Movie thoughts!

I wanted to ramble some of thoughts and theories I had about the Fnaf Movie.

Cause the brainrot is real and won't leave my brain.

(wow just read back that sentence. Excuse any grammar errors or dumb shit, I'm still very sick)

Below the cut will feature heavy spoilers, so unless you want to be spoiled of the major twists this movie has, I would recommend wait to read this.

I unfortunately couldn't see the movie in my theatres, cause I got horribly sick and wasn't able to get the full theatre experience.

I was able to watch on Peacock, with all my fnaf plushies with a super sinus clogged headache, so that's the mindset I had. lol

Anyway.. Movie time

I absolutely LOVED Mike and Abby. First off.

I didn't even mind a lot of time of the movie was spent AWAY from Freddy's. Because so much is just about learning about Mike and his family and connection to Abby.

Sure, we could have spent the WHOLE movie at Freddy's. But that is not what this movie is about. And it's clearly trying to tell a bigger mystery and this felt a very introduction friendly entry point to anyone confused about the fnaf lore.

I love how completely obsessed Mike is with Dream theory. To the point he's taking heavy duty sleeping pills on his job that he clearly doesn't need and just is doing it so he can relive his dreams/fabricated memories.

The intro credits with the 8-bit style graphics of the minigames in fnaf2-4??? Like bro? I cried. That was so iconic and they fill in the backstory for the purple guy, who actually appears as his sprite??? Like... Man iconic.

Also... Dude... Mike Schmitt in the movie is like... what the Fans wanted Mike in the games to be for YEARS. Like... Mike in the games is nothing. He's a silent face. We know so little about him, and everything else is purely speculative. Even the whole "he was foxy bro and has regret over his brother" ...That's all theory and not confirmed. As far as we know, Crying child and his brother might not even be Afton kids.

But this Mike is EXACTLY the motivations we wanted Mike to have? If that makes sense? He laments his brother was taken at a young age and expresses regret and motivation to want to get him back. he has the motivations that the fandom built for him for years and ran with it, and I LOVE THAT.

FNAF Movie actually gives good reasons why Mike comes back every night, as said in Living Tombstone's iconic song "why do you want to stay?" Cause of his regrets with his brother and his obsession with dream theory and doesn't realize the animatronics are a threat until like... night four.

THE ANIMATRONICS?? THE PUPPETS??? THEY LOOK SO GOOD??? HECK YEAH!!!!

I SCREAMED when I recognized Matpat's voice, and then I saw his face. Reconized him for his voice WAY before I saw his face. I didn't think he'd have a speaking or face cameo and get to say his iconic "it's just a theory" line and about food too??? King shit.

Letting the animatronics have moments where they can just be cute and friendly as well as creepy and bloodthirsty is so great! I want to give them all pets.

THE CHILD ACTORS ARE ALL SO GOOD! To the point you don't even notice! It's often hard to get children to play a convincing performance, but these children acted really well! They must have a real talented director who knew how to get the best of their child actors. You don't even realize that the child actors are great, cause they're so good it's unnoticeable. AMAZING

VANESSA BEING WILLIAM AFTON'S DAUGHTER IS NOTHING SHORT OF BRILLIANT!!!!

I MEAN, I SCREAMED WHEN SHE SAID "William Afton My father"

I was screaming about this in my group chat.

I was screaming for a thousand years.

AND IT makes sense why the cops never found the bodies. Vanessa is a cop! She's covering for her father!

I absolutely LOVE what a girl failure Vanessa is too!

Like she shows up, HEAVILY flirts with Mike (like she was laying it on so thick my demisexual ass was picking up on her vibe) and just shows up to give him exposition on the FNAF lore. fheogheahf. Like. It's great.

(no doubt she was flirting heavily with Mike at the start due to manipulation from her father, I do believe it grows to genuine fondness later)

I've heard people complain about her flipflop nature... BUT THAT's the POINT!

(a literal arcade game in security breach.)

She let Abby play with the animatronics, knowing it was dangerous. Her original plan was to kill Mike, but she changes her plans when she sees he has a kid. (who she thought was his daughter at first) It was only after Abby got injured by Accident, she realized that what a danger she posed by brining them here at all. She only threatened to shoot Mike because she hoped that such an extreme threat would get him to quit. She even tells him about how many security guards quit. But it doesn't.

She even said she tried to warn in her own way. She's terrified of her father. And we get deep foreshadowing about that throughout the movie.

I really hope that in some sequels we will get to see Vanny at some point. Maybe even Springtrap and Vanny working together in the same movie??? CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS?!?!? I WOULD GO FERAL

Anyway, Vanessa is such a girl failure and my girl blorbo. I support her and her woman's wrongs

The minor look of regret after Will stabs his daughter... peak cinema.

The springlock scene... The quiet of the stabs, giving such a realistic collapse... the "I always come back" ...Embracing the monster he knows he is. He is the mask. He isn't hiding behind the mask, like he is being Steve. he is the mask now. Just... Chefs kiss.

The animatronics dragging springtrap away mirrors the ending of Silver Eyes so well, and I'm glad, because that was the best part of the Silver eyes. <3

THE LIVING TOMBSTONE GOT TOP BILLING FOR THE FIRST CREDITS SONG! PERFECT

Garret is 100% going to be the Puppet in the Movie Series. He was the one taken in the car, the spelling out in the minigame sounds at the very end says: "COME FIND HIM" And after Living Tombstone ends, the credits music fades into Grandfather's clock music box... Puppet's song..... Garret will be the Puppet in this universe and I so look forward to that.

I enjoyed the movie. I'm glad that they left the overarching mystery of Garret open to be explored in the sequel.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #danachan's rants

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 5

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing major.

Word Count: 5,402

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: Sorry, this chapter is a bit longer than usual, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. 😘

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Over the next two weeks, Dean did whatever he could to avoid being around Y/N.  He was determined that the morning at the river was simply going to be a weird one off. It was some kind of reaction to Y/N’s unfamiliar presence. Her emotions and her rose-colored outlook on the world had contaminated him somehow. 

He didn’t know why, but there was something about her that always made him question his decisions, constantly rework his plans. She just brought something out in him, so he stayed the hell away from her as much as possible.

He knew she’d set up the school and begun teaching. But there again, she’d made him change his plans. The plan had been to use the sheds behind the cabin for storage; that was the whole reason for building them! 

But apparently Y/N had worked her magic with Brandy and before he knew it the sensible, practical woman had him convinced to let Y/N and the kids take up one of their very limited storage spaces, just to sit around doing algebra and reading poetry - or whatever she was teaching them. 

It was ridiculous. 

But even though he avoided her during the day, there was no turning off his brain at night, when he closed his eyes and visions of her soft curves and the memory of her silky skin beneath his fingers plagued his thoughts. He told himself to smarten up, that he had so many more important things to be thinking about. 

He decided he just needed sex; it had been too long. So one night he showed up in Risa’s tent after midnight and she opened her arms to him the way she always did. 

But as he kissed her and moved his hands over her body, her gentle sighs and soft moans weren’t doing what he needed them to, and he realized he was being an asshole trying to replace one woman with another. Risa was a good soldier and she’d been a soft place for him to land too many times to just use her as a distraction. 

So he got up and left, giving her a lame excuse, “I forgot I have to be up early tomorrow to…go over things with Johnston.” He tried not to notice Risa’s frown. He couldn't tell if she was mad or sad, and he didn't really want to stick around to find out. 

As the days moved on, he realized it was next to impossible to completely avoid Y/N, whether day or night. Because no matter how he tried to ignore her, he saw her influence everywhere. He could sense a shift in the air, he swore people were smiling more and every once in a while, he could hear kids laughing loudly.

That was a foreign sound nowadays, and it unnerved him. And smiling seemed foolish. What was there to smile about? Being happy just invited tragedy. He knew in the old days he would have been called a pessimist. But he was simply being a realist as he'd always been. He called things as they were, and he wasn't about to let a pretty smile and a bouncy attitude change that.

One evening, about a month after Y/N arrived at the camp, Dean was headed to the storage shed to take a thorough inventory before they left the next day on a raid - one of their last before the snows came in mid November. He knew they were gonna need more propane than what they had stored in order to run the generator over the winter. The generator ran the fridge and freezer where they kept their food stored. 

It could also power the electricity in the big cabin for a little while if needed. There had been nearly a week last winter that had been so piercingly cold that they’d all needed to jam themselves into the cabin and run the electric heat as much as possible. It had simply been too cold for the little camp stoves in the tents; the wood-burning stoves just couldn’t generate enough heat to combat the intense cold that seeped through the thick canvas walls. 

So their generator had saved them, and it ran on propane, which meant they needed more than enough to last through another possible cold snap.

Dean had deliberately waited to start the task until it was nearly sundown since the school would be empty by then and he could avoid running into the teacher that worked there. 

But as he approached the small building he could see a wavering light in the window - a lamp moving towards him. Before he could turn and leave (he wasn’t going to call it running away) Y/N stepped out into the semi-darkness and gasped as she saw him standing there.

She put the hand not holding the kerosene lamp to her chest. “Oh my lord!” She breathed out raggedly. “You scared me half to death.” But she was chuckling as she said it and walked closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I uh…I thought you’d be gone.” He knew he sounded slightly accusatory. “Why are you still here? Haven’t the kids been gone for hours?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I came back to put up the gift we got from Tom Richardson.” She waved him towards the building behind her. “You should come see the school.”

Dean shook his head. “No, I’ve got…I have to -”

She cut him off with wide, pleading eyes. “Please?” She added a bright, imploring smile and Dean shook his head. Why was he even bothering to say no to her at this point? He gestured for her to lead the way into the little building and he followed at a distance. 

They walked in and she set the lamp on the small table in the corner and turned it up full so that it completely lit up the tiny room. She held her arms out to the sides, showing off her little schoolroom with pride.

“What do you think?”

He shook his head. “It’s uh…pretty empty.” He said looking around. 

Y/N shrugged and seemed a little deflated. “It’s a work in progress.”

Dean grunted his acknowledgement and continued his sweep of the room. On the floor against the back, Northern, wall were a couple of piles of wool blankets, and right above them was a mural of multicolored leaves stuck to the wall. 

When she saw him looking at it and frowning, Y/N explained. “I got the kids to find a bunch of pretty, fallen leaves, and then we used some tree sap as glue to stick them up. I got to teach them a little bit about trees and ecosystems, and we also made something pretty to hang on the wall.”

He nodded at the blankets. “Is that where the kids sit?”

“Yeah.” She said with another shrug. “We’re a little packed in, but it keeps us warm. The blankets just take the chill out of the floor and make it a bit softer to sit on.”

Dean nodded absently and looked left, his eye catching on the only other object in the room. It was a paper map hanging on the western wall, held in place by two small nails. 

Dean frowned again. “Is that a map of America?”

Y/N nodded excitedly. “Yeah, that was the gift from Tom Richardson. It was so kind of him. His son, Jonah is a sweet little guy, but I guess he’s been pretty quiet over the last year or so. He lost his mom just before he and Tom got to Chitaqua?” She said, clearly using the words as a question to see if he knew who she was talking about.

Dean nodded, a vague recollection coming to his mind of a big burly guy and a scrawny little kid. He remembered thinking the guy would be a hard worker, and the kid probably wasn’t gonna make it. He’d looked pretty sick.

Y/N continued. “Well, I guess since he started school he’s been talking more in the evenings, even asking Tom questions about The Knights of the Round Table. I’ve been sharing some of the legends with them this week. So, Tom was grateful and as a thank you, he gave us this map that he’d kept tucked away in his backpack all this time. Said it made him feel peaceful to look at it and remember better times. But he thought we could use it more.”

She smiled wistfully and gazed at the slightly ratty map.

“Why?” Dean asked with a slight jolt in his gut. He waved at the map. “It’s not like this anymore.”

Y/N nodded and lowered her gaze to the ground. “Yeah, I know, but the general shape of the country is still the same, and I can use it as half geography, half history.”

When she looked back up at him, her face was set in lines of disappointment. She waved her hand to encompass the whole hundred and fifty square feet. “You don’t like it?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

Dean shrugged. “No it's, I mean, it’s fine. You know, work in progress, like you said.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, looking a little bolstered. “Yeah, slow but sure. And you know,” her smile turned shy, “I’ve really wanted to thank you for giving up the space for the school, I know this wasn’t what the shed was earmarked for.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, Brandy made sense. Can’t have the kids wandering around outside after the cold comes.”

Y/N frowned. “I’ve wanted to thank you, but every time I’ve looked for you, I seem to have just missed you.”

Dean scowled defensively. “Just busy.” 

Y/N nodded.

“Well look,” Dean said, backing away, “I gotta get to…stuff.” He shook his head. “I mean, we’re leaving on a raid tomorrow and I gotta prepare for it.”

“Oh, be careful.” Y/N said, biting her lip in concern.

It was far too hard for Dean to rip his eyes away from where her teeth sunk into the satiny sweep of her bottom lip. But he jerked his head up and then spun away as he answered her. “Always am.”

***

The raid was successful; in fact it was one of the most successful ones they’d ever had. They’d traveled all the way to St. Louis, hoping to find some gas stations there that hadn’t been picked clean. But they had no luck. Since going home empty-handed wasn’t an option, they went North to Springfield and hit the jackpot. 

They found an old Costco on the outskirts of the city that had barely been hit. They filled and loaded up enough propane tanks to see them through the winter and then some. 

They also loaded up as much food as they could, and even found some usable meds left in the pharmacy there. They grabbed clothes and kitchen things like plates and pots, utensils, also managing to find a few things that had become rare and quite precious, like eyeglasses and sunglasses. They also found spare tires and car parts, and a few simple pieces of practical furniture. They took as much as they could load into the back of two trucks and a Jeep. 

Dean packed up one more big box, setting it on top of the others; it was just something he thought might come in handy. He refused to think too long about why he’d gathered together the things in the box.

They made it back to camp less than two days after they left, a record for a raid. They usually took a week or more because they had to scavenge through a bunch of different cities, and fight off masses of Croats. But this time, they didn't see any Croats at all, and they'd scored an incredible haul quickly, which meant that, barring some kind of catastrophe, they wouldn't have to go out again until the snow melted. 

They pulled into the camp around noon and Dean spent a few hours helping to unload the trucks and organize where everything went. When the campers saw the piles of booty in the trucks, people actually started clapping. An air of joviality pervaded as they all worked together to put things away until the next day. At which point they'd begin accounting for it all, sharing what was needed immediately, and then safely storing away the rest. 

Y/N and her students left their little schoolroom to come help as well and the kid’s eyes were wide and excited, looking at everything that had been brought back as though it was Christmas Eve. 

When everything was unloaded, Dean grabbed the box he’d put aside and brought it to Y/N who’d returned to the school to drop off the two folding chairs she’d claimed for the classroom.

He knocked on the open door, grateful for the hard wood beneath his knuckles this time. Y/N turned to face him and her eyes were almost as bright and excited as the kids’.

“Hi!” She said enthusiastically. “Wow, you guys sure brought home the bacon on this raid!”

Dean shook his head. “No bacon. It was fairly rancid.”

Y/N chuckled lightly and scrunched up her nose. “Yeah, wise decision to leave that behind.”

Dean nodded and set the big box on the plywood floor with a heavy thump. “This is for you. For the school.” He amended.

Y/N looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment and her eyes got even rounder before she dropped to her knees and pulled open the flaps of the box. 

When she saw what was inside her gasp was deep and her hands flew to her mouth. She looked up at him in complete shock before reaching reverently into the box to take out one of the books that sat inside.

“Books.” She whispered, as she stared at the paperback in her hands. She reached into the box again and pulled out another book and then another and another until her arms were full of them.

She looked up at him, tears falling and her gaze rapturous. “Oh my god, Dean.”

Dean felt his face flush and he looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just figured the classroom could use ‘em and they were just sitting there on the shelves. There’s a bunch of kids books underneath,” he said pointing inside the box. “And paper and pencils and some crayons, a few coloring books. There weren’t many of them so-”

He was interrupted as Y/N dropped the books back into the box and launched herself at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. He stood stock still for a minute before he patted her back awkwardly and dropped his arms back to his side.

She pulled back and brushed away her happy tears, sniffling loudly. “Sorry. I just…” She knelt down again and picked up another book, holding it tight to her chest. She shook her head. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed books. It’s been years since I’ve even seen one let alone had the chance to read one.”

She reached in for one of the children’s books and laughed. “Oh my gosh, the kids are gonna be ecstatic.”

Dean shrugged, thoroughly embarrassed by Y/N’s joy and gratitude. He cleared his throat before speaking. “There’s a limited supply of paper and pencils, and I have no idea how long it will be before we find more, if we ever do, so…”

He trailed off and Y/N put the books back into the box and folded the flaps closed again. “So, we’ll be sure to write very tiny, erase a lot, and wear the pencils down to little nubs.” She said as she stood and bent to heft the box up from the floor. Dean stepped forward to grab it from her as she staggered slightly beneath its weight.

“You’ll break your back.” Dean barked at her as he reached for the box. 

But she just shook her head and turned away with the box still in her arms. “N’ah I’m stronger than I look.” She said, huffing and puffing as she dropped it onto the table. 

Dean shook his head. Yeah, I bet you are. He thought.

After a moment Y/N turned and walked slowly back towards him. “So, I can’t exactly buy you dinner as a thank you. But if you bring your rations over to our tent, I can cook them all up for us.”

She smiled at him, friendly and sweet, but Dean was backing away. “No, that’s not necessary.”

“I know it isn’t, but it will make me feel good to do this one small favor for you in return for this amazingness.” She said with a wave towards the box.

Dean planned to say no, had it on the tip of his tongue but when he opened his mouth what came out was, “Okay.”

So barely an hour later he found himself sitting at her table with dinner laid out in front of him. It was a sufficiently celebratory meal of salted venison from an eight point buck the camp hunters had taken down in early summer, boiled potatoes, and a can of green beans that was older than Emma.

It was the best meal Dean had eaten in a long time.  

After the food was finished and the dishes were washed, Y/N made them a cup of coffee and he sat drinking it as she settled Emma into bed with a kiss. His stomach was full of decent food, the coffee smelled old but still strong, and the sound of Y/N’s soft voice as she tucked her daughter in, was incredibly soothing. He found himself relaxing into his chair in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. His muscles lost some of their rigidity and he breathed out a long sigh, as though he’d been holding his breath for too long.

After a few minutes Y/N came back to the table and sat down with her own soft exhale. She took a sip of her coffee and then looked at Dean over the rim of her tin cup. “You know, I don’t think you really understand what you’ve done here.”

Dean cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, questioning her. She smiled and set down her cup, shifting slightly in her chair.

“Since all of this started, we’ve been on the move, Emma and I. In the beginning, when Emma was still a baby, I’d come across different groups of people and we’d travel together for a while or we’d manage to hole up somewhere for the winter and wait out the cold together. But inevitably the groups always fell away; sometimes we’d just decide to go in separate directions, but sometimes animosity or greed would take over and violence would erupt. People would fight over who was in charge and they’d fight over resources.” Y/N shook her head. “It almost always ended up a disaster.”

She shrugged. “So after a while, I just lit out on my own with Emma. It was scary as hell, of course - no back up, no partners, all on my own with a four year old. But it also meant no one stealing my stuff, or throwing me to the wolves at the first sign of trouble.” 

She took another sip of coffee and Dean wondered at the shadows in her usually bright eyes. What stories in her past had created them?

Her voice was soft when she continued. “It’s been incredibly hard and there’s been,” her eyelashes fluttered and closed, “there's been a lot of bad.” 

She set down her cup and sat back in her chair, rubbing at her eyes with her fingers like she was scratching out the images behind her eyelids.

When she looked at him again, her eyes were soft and warm. “So, to come here, to see what you’ve accomplished in just a few years?” Her voice was full of wonder. “Dean, it’s like a miracle. I mean you’ve made it safe here, at least a hell of a lot safer than anywhere else out there - there are guards protecting us! People work together, contribute their skills and strengths for the benefit of the group as well as themselves.”

She shook her head. “I haven’t seen anything like it in a very long time. What you’ve created here is an oasis.”

Dean snorted at that. “Oasis?” He asked incredulously. Her praise and wonderment made him feel an itchy kind of awkwardness. He didn’t deserve it.

But Y/N was nodding solemnly. “Yes. It’s a safe haven in a world filled with evil. What would you call it?”

Dean took a gulp of coffee and then licked his lips, looking at her for a moment before speaking. “Y/N this is only an oasis in the sense that it’s a mirage in a desert; it’s an illusion. We’re managing to get by through lucky choices and good timing. We push through from day to day, but I’m telling you this whole place could fall apart in an instant. One long, bad, winter, or one coordinated attack from another camp or a pack of Croats, and we’re done.”

He paused to try and let that sink in before continuing. “And the survivors here work together because it’s beneficial to them. But if things get desperate again,” he looked at her pointedly, “don’t think for one second that they'll hesitate to throw you to the wolves like all the others.” He shrugged. “It’s human nature, survival of the fittest, and anyone who thinks otherwise is gonna get trampled.”

He said it as a warning, still determined to dislodge the Pollyanna ideal of good and virtuous humanity from her mind.

But Y/N just smiled and leaned across the table to squeeze his hand. “Guess we’ll see. But in the meantime, you should be proud. No matter what happens, you’ve done good.”

Dean swallowed down the rest of his coffee in one gulp and stood up, pulling his hand away from her warm touch. He was desperate to get away from the softness and understanding in her gaze. He thanked her for cooking dinner and left quickly, promising himself as he walked back to his tent that he wasn’t going to do that again.

But as with most things to do with Y/N that decision didn’t last long, and soon enough that one evening turned into a bit of a ritual. Every few days or so Dean would show up with some of his rations and Y/N would combine them with what they had, and they’d all eat together at their tiny table.

Every time he left her tent, he told himself he’d had his last meal there with Y/N and Emma. Yet within a few days, he’d be back again. He told himself it was just something to break the monotony of camp life, just something a little different from the ordinary.

But the truth was he was beginning to crave the evenings spent across from Y/N, listening to her rattle on about her students and their achievements, or else answering her seemingly endless questions about the camp and how it had come to be. He even enjoyed listening to her talk to Emma, telling her stories before she tucked her in for the night. 

Once the little girl was asleep, Dean usually hightailed it out of there, because without the kid as a buffer it became much harder to ignore Y/N’s inviting lips and tempting curves.

But one night, three weeks after returning home from the raid, Y/N followed him outside as he abruptly left the tent. 

“Dean.” She called after him. 

The sun had set almost an hour before and the night was dark and cold; Dean returned to her side and admonished her. “It’s freezing out here, go back inside.”

Y/N just rubbed her hands up and down her arms and shrugged. “I’m fine.”

He shook his head at her stubbornness, and then waited silently. When she didn’t say anything right away he spread his arms wide.

“What?” He asked impatiently. 

“I just…” Y/N stuttered for a moment. “I just wanted to say that I really like when you come for dinner.”

Dean clenched his jaw as she looked up at him with heat in her gaze, an invitation in her eyes, plain as day. He told himself to walk away but instead, he raised his hand to trail his fingers down her cheek. 

“You should go inside.” He warned her again, even as he lowered his head towards her. “S’cold.”

Y/N shook her head. “I’m very warm.” She smiled and licked her lips and it was his undoing.

He yanked her up against him and crushed her lips with his own. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, inhaling her sweet scent and hardening at the way she clutched the front of his jacket and whimpered softly. He moved his hands so that one clutched at her waist and the other one grabbed hold of the back of her head so he could keep her pressed to him tightly.

He didn't know how long he would have continued kissing her, or whether he might have taken things even further. But luckily there was a loud noise of something crashing somewhere in camp, followed by laughter. 

The sound was like a bucket of cold water being poured on him and Dean ripped himself away from Y/N's mouth. They were both breathing heavily, panting really.

“Fuck.” Dean swore roughly before he turned abruptly and left. He fully admitted to himself that this time, he was definitely running away.

***

Dean barely slept and woke up the next day berating himself for the night before. For fuck’s sake he’d been making out with Y/N with her kid just on the other side of a canvas wall - kissing her in the wide open, where any other camper might have walked by. He didn’t need things to be more complicated than they were already. 

As the morning wore on, he made up his mind to talk to Y/N that very afternoon. He'd just tell her straight out that what happened between them just couldn't happen again. It was only going to confuse things and make everything harder than it needed to be. 

He nodded; he could do this. He was practical and he didn't hem and haw or tiptoe around things. He'd just tell her straight out how things were going to be. 

He knew she'd be in the big cabin as the school day ended, so he walked over and stepped inside the door, hoping she'd be almost done for the day.

Ever since he brought her the books, she'd been reading to the kids at the end of every school day. Parents had started swinging by the school, ostensibly to meet their kids, but really, they wanted to watch their kids' faces and listen to their giggles as Y/N read the stories in funny voices and occasionally got the kids to join her in acting out silliness from the books. 

But the crowd of parents and kids had gotten a bit too big for the tiny schoolroom, so on the last day of every week, Y/N had taken to reading to the kids and parents together in the big cabin. The adults usually sat on the floor behind the kids, keeping their hands busy with mending clothes or knitting, or else they stood at a table and worked on something like repairing holes in tents or making snares for the hunters. The work allowed them to justify their enjoyment of the stories. 

As Dean walked inside now, Y/N was finishing up the storybook in her hand. He could see it was The Paper Bag Princess and Y/N was on the last page.

“‘Ronald’, said Elizabeth, ‘your clothes are really pretty and your hair is very neat.” Y/N read aloud in Elizabeth’s decisive voice. 

“You look like a real prince. But you,” Y/N paused for effect, “are a bum.’”

All the kids were giggling as she read the last line. 

“They didn't get married after all.”

The kids clapped and even the parents were chuckling at the way the paper bag princess had put the snooty prince in his place.

“I love that story!!” A little redheaded girl in the front gushed. 

“It's my mommy's favorite story.” Emma said loudly. “Right Mommy?”

Y/N nodded. “When I was your age for sure.”

Dean pushed away from the wall he was leaning on, trying to signal Y/N so she'd hurry up and finish. But the little girl in the front demanded her full attention as she bounced up to lean against Y/N's knees where she sat in the chair.

“Cause your mommy read it to you?”

Dean was seriously considering ordering everyone out. He wanted to get this over with.

But Y/N's next words stopped him dead in his tracks. 

She was shaking her head as she tucked the little girl's red hair behind her ear. “No, my mommy passed away a long time ago when I was just a baby. So she never really got to read me stories.”

Y/N kept talking, but Dean only heard a hot, pulsing, rushing sound in his ears. A million thoughts were slamming through his mind at once as he felt a cold shiver run through him.

He yelled over the sound of the people around him beginning to chatter and get ready to leave.

“How?”

Y/N looked up at his bellow, her face shocked. “What?”

Dean was aware of his surroundings only just enough to brusquely order everyone out of the cabin.

“Now!” He barked and the mood in the room shifted quickly as parents grabbed up their children and gave The Boss a wide berth as his eyes burned at Y/N like green fire.

Everyone disappeared and it was just Y/N, Dean and Emma left. 

Dean felt his heart hammering in his chest as he took a step back from where she stood. 

Y/N's face was completely confused and clearly perplexed. “Dean what-”

He cut her off. “How?” He bellowed again before swallowing and asking in a slightly quieter tone. “How did your mother die when you were a baby?”

Y/N shook her head. “Why? What are you-”

“Answer me.” Dean's voice wasn't loud, but his words were clipped and he could hear the steel behind his words, feel the cold seeping into his bones as the tumblers in his mind fell into place, opening the lock concealing the reason behind Y/N’s miraculous survival of the virus.

Y/N blinked rapidly for a moment before exhaling slowly. “It was a - a fire. Some kind of electrical short or something.”

“In your nursery.” Dean said softly.

Y/N shrugged, her face scrunched up in confusion. “I'm not sure. My dad didn't really like to talk about it.”

As he stood staring at the woman with the bloodshot eyes, a moment from so long ago, once again from that first time they'd faced the Croatoan virus, materialized in his memory.

Again his brother's face bloomed in his mind, and he heard his own voice speaking.

“I swear I'm gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean why here, why now?”

And Sam's bewildered reply. “And why was I immune?”

Well now he knew why his brother had been immune. Because Yellow Eyes had wanted him to be, to make him a better soldier, a better, more powerful psychic to lead his demon army. And of course, he’d needed to be sure Lucifer's true vessel was strong and able enough to withstand the demon germ warfare he planned to release upon the world as a way to kickstart the apocalypse.

Dean stared at Y/N, angry beyond belief. Angry at her and what she really was, angry at himself for taking so long to figure it out and for falling for her game, and unbelievably angry at the universe for proving once again that it was laughing at him. 

His voice was ice when he spoke. “What kind of psychic are you? What can you do?” He shook his head. “What have you done already?"

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In Your Corner Part 2 (Steve X Plus Sized Reader)

A/N: Boxer Steve still resides in my brain and I wouldn't mind him taking care of me rn <3

Warnings: Boxer Daddy Dom Steve X plus sized Sub fem reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, dirty talk, more of a softer Steve in this one, FLUFF (they love each other), ANGST, reader has a rough day and Steve is trying to make her feel better.

Word Count: 3516

Steve came in from training that afternoon to an abnormally quiet home. Usually, if you didn’t meet him at the gym after work, you would be watching tv or reading on the couch with some music on. 

“Baby?”

After doing the obligatory scan around the living room and back patio, he headed for the bedroom finding you curled up under the blankets in bed. He crawled in behind you and without hesitation you folded into him as you took hold of his hand, placing it under your cheek. You love this side of him just as much as the rough and rugged side. The soft, doting man that wanted to make sure you were happy. 

“What’s going on, baby girl?”, he whispered.

“I just had a long day. This new client we’re working with is an imbecile and then my dad was being a jerk. That mixed with other things one right after the other… I needed a moment.” You felt him nod in understanding before gently placing kisses along your shoulder making you giggle. “You are still so sweaty.”

“You like it.” Playfully, you fight against him as he tries to use your shirt like one of his gym towels as you laugh louder, rolling over to face him. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we take a shower, get dressed, and we’ll go see a movie. Get some dinner afterwards.”

After kissing his lips, you press your face into his chest, inhaling him as you hold him closer. You never knew what it was about him but when you had a bad day or just felt down, you allowed yourself to let go and enter this particular side of that little girl headspace. You had never done that with anyone else and would always insist that you could take care of yourself. Hell, you had done it most of your life. 

The first time you had an off day in the beginning of your relationship, you shut down and disappeared. A few hours later, he knocked on your door with the intention of punishing you but as soon as he saw your face his anger faded. Steve spent the rest of the evening on the floor in your living room, making you laugh and sharing a delicious, gigantic pizza with you.

“This isn’t going to ruin your training, is it?”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I mean with the pizza and beer. Don’t boxers have to be at a certain weight?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters to me is that beautiful smile returning to your face.”

“Steve…”

“Y/N, don’t ever be afraid to tell me when something is wrong, ok? No matter what it is. I would rather take care of you or if it involves me have us talk it out than have you disappear again.”’

“I’m sorry. It’s just…how I handle my stress. I let it all build until I implode. I struggle with letting go like that. I’ve always taken care of myself, you know?”

“I know, baby, but I’m here to help.” Steve scooted closer to you, propping up on his elbow till his lips were below yours. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

From that moment on, you did and were completely surprised with how easy it was or maybe he just made it that easy. 

“You’re too sweaty.”, he mimicked in your voice making you giggle as you pushed him away and rolled out of bed. 

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get ready.”

###########

“Oh my god, Steve Harrington. You know me too well.”, you grin as you wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I was going to ask you about it when I got home anyway so it was perfect.”

Every week the local Hawkins cinema would play a movie that wasn’t normally out in theaters and this weeks showing was “Shaun of the Dead.” You loved any kind of disaster fueled film especially if it left you laughing and Steve knew you needed that more than anything right now. 

Another thing you loved about him was how much genuine attention he paid to you and what you said. Like with his career, he spent a great deal of time studying you even now to make sure you were happy or to avoid making you sad. The first time you noticed it was when he went with you to the mall a couple of weeks after you started dating.

His gorgeous honey eyes kept track of everything your hand grazed or anything you pointed to that made you smile. When you entered a makeup section that’s when he started asking questions. 

“Wait so why this brand instead of that one? Are they different colors or?”

“Not exactly. This brand here feels better on my face whereas this one kind of feels cakey.”

“Cakey?”

You grin as you reach for his hand and grab both the sample bottles, dapping each one on his skin. His eyes meet yours as he softly smiles and you lean up on your toes to kiss his lips. 

“Ah, ok. I feel it now. Cakey.” Giggling, you wipe his hand with a wet wipe as you continue explaining different products to him. 

A week later he surprised you with a little bag of gifts including that makeup and some other things he’d thought you’d like from that store. 

What you didn’t know was Steve enjoyed listening to you explain things to him. You always got so animated if it was a subject you enjoyed and, personally, he loved that you didn’t talk down to him or make him feel stupid. Even when he was explaining something to you he felt like he wasn’t making any sense or sounding like a moron but you never reacted that way. 

The first time he really broke down boxing for you, he ended almost every sentence with “Does that make sense?” To which you would nod and ask him a follow up question. 

After purchasing some snacks, you made your way to the theater and as soon as you both took your seats, he wrapped his arm around you as you curled up closer to his side. 

“This was a good idea, baby. Thank you.”

“Of course, honey. I love you.

As the movie played he relished every giggle and laugh that left your lips. Seeing you happy was like a drug to him. The same adrenaline high he got after a fight was the same thing he felt when he was able to make you smile especially after a rough day. 

############

“I don’t feel like we’re dressed fancy enough to be here.”

“Sweetie, this is down the street from Enzos where people go in sweatpants. I think we’re ok.”, Steve chuckles. “But at least you’re wearing a dress. I’m the one in jeans.”

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Oh, thank you but I didn’t order this.” You politely smile as the waiter placed a martini in front you. 

“Yes ma’am. Compliments of the gentleman over at the bar.” He leans in lower so only you two would hear him. “I told them you were here with a gentleman of your own but he insisted.”

“It’s ok. Thank you. Can you give this to him and tell him even if I wasn’t here with my boyfriend I would rather die than except a drink from a smarmy asshole sitting alone at the bar?”

The waiter smirks as he nods, taking the drink with him. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking sexy. Always loved that attitude.”, Steve grins as he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. 

As you two continued with your dinner, you vented to him about your day and your new client at work. He growled under his breath when you mentioned your boss who did nothing to help make your job any easier. When you started talking about the conversation with your dad, however, he noticed you breeze past the topic.

“Hey, honey, wait now. What did your dad pick a fight with you about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, babe. Just the usual stuff.”, you sighed.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in on you as he held your hand in his and kissed the back of it. 

“It was about me again wasn’t it?” When you nodded your head, he knew. You could handle the chaos at your work and still be your feisty yet cheery self but when it came to your family especially your dad it always seemed to hit you hard. 

“I just don’t understand why he can’t see you the way I do. I’ve told him your nothing like your dad or even how you were when we were growing up but…”

“Is that what the fight was about?”

“Steve…”

“Hey, it’s ok, baby girl. You know you can tell me anything.”

You sighed again as your sad eyes landed on his loving ones. “He thinks you’re going to hurt me. He said that if you were really serious about being with me…”, you shook your head in embarrassment. 

“Then we’d be married by now?”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I know you love me and I know when we are both ready we’ll take that step. I don’t think like he does. I—”

His tender, mint flavored lips cut you off as he interrupted your train of thought. 

“Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to marry you since freshman year. I just know you deserve the best and I’ve been waiting for the right time you know?”

“What do you mean ‘the best’?”

“Well, when it comes to a wedding I know it has to be perfect. Perfect flowy dress with the veil and pretty flowers.”, he grins as he leans back in his chair and paints a picture with his hands making you smile. “Of course, obnoxiously poofy bridesmaid’s dresses and a BEAUTIFUL venue. Then after we can honeymoon anywhere you want. I’ve been thinking Italy or maybe Hawaii. I know you love the beaches and the clear water.”

Steve looks at you then with a soft smile as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“After that, I want us to be able to come home to a house with enough rooms for us to start a family. Somewhere you feel safe and happy.”

“As long as I’m with you, Steve Harrington, I feel safe and happy.”

Once you finish your meal, he quickly runs to the restroom while you wait for him by the door. 

“I can take care of a beautiful woman like you if you let me.”

You roll your eyes at the asshole from the bar as he tries to get your attention. 

“I highly doubt that.”

“Let me show you, honey.” The man stands and strides towards you as you raise your hand to stop him. 

“I’m warning you now, honey. Sit back down and keep drinking before my boyfriend comes back and knocks you out. Trust me, he’s a boxer. He can and will.”

“Pfft like I’m afraid of that asshole.”

“Problem, baby?” Steve saunters out with confidence as you hand him his jacket you had been holding. 

“I don’t know. IS there a problem?”, you ask the man sarcastically. 

His eyes shift between you both before he shakes his head and turns away. “Fucking fat ass bitch.”

The man is forcefully turned around and met with a fist to his face. As he starts to tilt backwards Steve yanks him by the collar and turns him to face you. 

“Apologize to the lady. NOW!”

“Jesus Christ! I’m sorry!”

“Mhmm.” You roll your eyes at him again before beaming at the man you love.

##########

The entire ride home was a blur of desperate touches and needy hands mostly from your side. As he drove, your hands ran up his thigh and over his chest into the V neck part of his shirt so your fingers could graze the hair on his chest. Your lips trailed along jawline down his throat as he groaned and did his best to keep his eyes open to get you home safely. 

“I need you, Daddy. I can’t wait for us to get home so I can feel you inside of me and fill me up, baby. Fuck, Daddy, I’m so fucking wet. Please drive faster.”

Both of you practically fell into the apartment as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Steve walked you backwards with his lips attached to yours. Squeaking when the cold counter of the kitchen touched your back, you bit your bottom lip when he roughly turned you around and pushed your front half down on the granite. 

Lifting the bottom of your dress, you moaned as his hand ran along the meat of your ass before firmly coming down to spank you. Ripping off your panties, he smacked your behind again but before you could react you felt the wind of him hastily kneeling and gasped when his tongue breached your folds. 

“Yes, baby. O-Oh my god.” You whimpered as his palm came down once more and his head tilted so he could taste more of you. “Daddy, please. Don’t stop.”

Standing to his full height, Steve leaned his chest over you as he thrust two of his fingers into your entrance and pumped them so fast inside of you, you heard your slick obscenely squelch against his movements.

“Does that feel good, honey? You like when Daddy uses his fingers to make you cum?”

“Mmm—yes, Daddy.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby girl. Just making a mess all over your legs and my hand. Say it, Y/N. Say ‘I’m a dirty girl.’”

“I-I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl.”

“Yeah you are. Cum, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.” Your vision was blinded by white as your body shuddered against the counter. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Good girl. Ride it out. Use my fingers to make it last.”

Turning around, you cling to his neck as he smiles against your lips, throwing off his shirt as you push him towards the bedroom. 

“I like when you get needy for me.” Falling on to the mattress, you hastily remove each other’s clothes and you whimper as his palm comes down hard on your behind. “Come here and turn around, baby.”

You paused and a flash of annoyance passed through his eyes as he grabbed your throat to pull you closer to his face. 

“How many times are we going to have this conversation, little one? You are not heavy. If I couldn’t handle that sexy ass on my face I wouldn’t have asked, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

As if to prove his point, Steve leaned over to take hold of your hips and effortlessly lifted you till your knees were on either side of his head. His hands pushed against your back, urging you to lean forward so you could take his cock in your mouth. 

“That’s my good girl. Fuck me.”, he groaned as your lips delicately kissed his sensitive tip before wrapping them fully around his length. 

Steve was always a man about hands. You loved his massively large, beautiful hands and everything they could do. Whether they were nestled in a glove flying towards someone’s face, moving around wildly as he told a story, or like right now spreading your pussy open wider so he could flick his tongue in and out of your entrance…you loved them and what they could do. 

Your mouth came off him with a pop as you continued to stroke him with your palm.

“Baby…please…fuck…”

“No, no, baby girl. Keep that mouth open and on me.” Doing what he wanted, you felt his fingers tangle in your hair as his hips thrust up into you. As he held you still, Steve shoved his face further into your cunt making you whine around him. The man devoured you as he fucked your face and both sensations were driving you wild.

Both hands abruptly reached beneath you as he pulled you off his cock and lifted you till you were up right. 

"Make yourself cum, honey.”

He guided your motions until you were riding him, Steve’s fingers playing with your tits as you moan his name. He had told you before he didn’t mind when you said his name instead of his title. It told him you were lost in the feeling and he liked that when you were about to reach heaven his name was the first thing from lips.

Your body shook as you came, collapsing on his stomach as he continued to lick you clean. You fell onto the bed on your side and he eagerly flipped around so he could hold you while kissing your lips. 

“Good, baby. You did so good. You’re so gorgeous when you cum hard like that.”, he whispered between kisses. Your eyes were still closed but you turned into the sound of his soothing voice as he began to peck down your jawline to your ear. “Do you feel what you do to me, pretty girl? How hard I am just from you riding my face?”

After guiding your hand to his cock, you both mewled at how firm it had gotten as precum oozed from his tip. Steve’s jaw fell open when your thumb grazed across it and he lightly shuttered in pleasure at the feeling. 

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby?”

When you nod your head, he rolls on top of you and without hesitation you circle your legs around his waist. His fingers tenderly brush some loose hair out of your face as he places soft kisses on your lips. Warm air hits your tongue as Steve moans, sliding his length into your core.

You love the rough stuff with your boyfriend but you utterly reveled in seeing him like this to. Either way he had you whether it be fucking you or making love, it was filled with passion. His eyebrows knitted together as he pumped into you slowly at first, absorbed in the full feeling of you.

“I love you, Steve.”

The man’s eyes fluttered open as he looked down at you with a gentle smile. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” He pressed his forehead to yours as he gradually began moving his hips a bit faster. “Since the moment I saw you, honey. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head falls into the nook between your neck and shoulder as he thrusts into you harder, your fingers clinging to his hair and shoulders as you whimper. 

“Fuck. Just like that, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Is that the spot, baby girl?”

“Cum…cum with me, baby, please.”

Pushing up onto his elbows, his eyes lock with yours as his hips practically punch into you, hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly until your back arches off the bed and your pussy squeezes his cock as you cum.

While you continue to flutter around him, his rhythm becomes sloppier till you feel him warm your sides.

After a quick shower, Steve wraps you up in one of his shirts and you cuddle against his side as he plays with your hair.

“Thank you for today. I had fun spending time with you.”

“Me to. Are you feeling less…overwhelmed?”

“I am. I always feel less stressed when we’re together.” 

“Me to.” You feel his smile as he kisses your forehead. “Y/N, if I did ask you to marry me would you say yes?”

His question throws you off guard as you sit up to fully face and he does the same. 

“What? I don’t understand—”

“Yes you do. If I ask you, Y/N Y/L/N, to marry me, Steve Harrington, would you say yes?”

“Of course, but you said you wanted to wait for the right time…”

“I did but like I said at dinner, I’ve been wanting to marry you since high school. I know weddings take some time to plan but no matter what, sweetheart, I love you. I’ll marry you today, tomorrow, or twenty years from now.” He rolls over and crouches down towards the tiny safe you know is at the bottom of his nightstand. 

You smile as his tongue pokes out while he inputs the code and grins when it beeps signaling success. Retrieving something from it, he scoots over to your side of the bed and yanks your legs making you giggle as he tugs you towards the edge. 

“I got this year ago and I’ve been saving it… I honestly think right now is the perfect time and I don’t care what I have to do or how hard I have to work I’m going to give you those things I said.” As he descended to one knee, he opened the tiny black box and you gasped when you saw the beautiful engagement ring nestled inside. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Steve Harrington! Of course!”

He breathes a sigh of relief, unaware he had been holding his breath, and promptly tackles you in his arms as he slides the ring on your finger.

#boxer!Steve Harrington #dom!steve harrington #daddy steve #steve x plus size reader #steve x reader #brat reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #joe keery smut #stranger things #fan fiction #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #daddy steve harrington #plus size reader #Steve Harrington ask

[shsy7573]

Random Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) Character/Song Analysis Kinda Thing… I Guess

Okay, so yeah, Luci has 100% taken over this page. So what? I’m not obsessed, you are.

Anyway, I’ve been listening to “More Than Anything” on repeat since it dropped, and like a lot of the fandom I tear up every single time… but unlike a lot of the fandom, it’s not because of the sweet father-daughter moment (which, don’t get me wrong, doesn’t help the situation because it’s just so damn wholesome).

No, what gets me is how, just through a couple subtle moments, the show is able to convey just how absolutely shattered Luci is as a character. And, you know, because he’s my favourite, bestest, snek-baby-duck-boy, it makes me a little emotional…

So now you’re all gonna hear about what goes through my mind every time I listen to it. YAY!

“Charlie! You don’t understand, Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me. They won’t listen to you!” / “You don’t know that—” / “I do!”

It starts before the song even truly begins. When I’m listening, it’s usually these first few lines that grab my attention. I end up replaying the first 4-5 seconds of the song over and over again because the pain in that “I do” is so fucking good! (And because I like to suffer apparently cuz I end up sad. Life of an angst lover I guess).

It’s the first time we see him with actual tears in his eyes. The raw delivery of that line is so attention grabbing, and manages to say so much in such little words.

I think the reason this particular scene tickles my brain so much is because it’s the breaking point for his character in a way. I am, and always will be, a sucker for moments where a character’s walls finally come down, and we get to see what’s been festering inside. When their deepest thoughts and how much they’re hurting are revealed. The entire song is what that is for Lucifer, starting with these two words right here. I truly cannot put into words just how much my breath is taken away by Jeremy’s delivery of this line. I cannot articulate how much I love it, and how important it is for Luci’s character. it just hits so deep and so right for me and I love it.

Lucifer isn’t just saying that he knows Heaven isn’t going to care about her plan (I don’t think anyone thought that’s all he was saying but whatever). He is saying that he knows what Heaven does to dreamers. He knows what they’ll do because he has already been there, and it destroyed him. They took his ideas that they saw as too outlandish, and they squashed them. Cast him aside. And he paid the price for it when he went bashing their back and did his own thing anyway.

Luci is a broken dreamer. Throughout the entire episode, and the series as a while, we are given very strong hints of this. However, it’s not until this song that we really see it in action. It’s not until these moments that we are able to see past both the veils of “Imposing King of Hell” and “Goofy Guy who’s trying his best but not great at Dadding,” and get a look at how genuinely depressed this man is.

“My dreams were too hard to defend.”

This scene eight here. The more I see it, the more I fall in love with it. Just a great example of ‘show don’t tell.’

He’s talking about having big ideas, he’s talking about giving people a chance and reaching outside the normal, he’s talking about being cast out of Heaven. I just love the parallel he’s drawing between Charlie’s mission, and his own past.

Charlie created the hotel in an attempt to give people who have been seen as lesser to all of Heaven some sort of chance. She is choosing to have faith in them, and to open up opportunities for them to lead a better life.

Lucifer, when he gave Eve the fruit, was taking a chance to allow humanity the chance to have free will. He wanted them to experience everything life had to offer for themselves like angels got to. He offered a chance for them to lead a better life.

He had everything, and he had complete faith that what he was doing was right. All the light and hope of his dreams was right in the palm of his hand. He had so many ideas that he thought, if they were saw through, would make the world a better place.

But it didn’t work out for him.

“And in the end, I won’t lose it all again.”

Now, the first seconds of dialogue may be what I keep rewatching, but this has got to be my favourite visual of the entire song. It’s such powerful imagery, and I fangirl over it every time.

Look at how small he looks in that shot (I know, I know, he’s tiny regardless, but like seriously). He is completely outnumbered, hopelessly overpowered, totally at the mercy of all his Heavenly superiors… and he’s all alone.

He lost everything because he had the gall to dream. It’s not hard to look at the song (and the episode at large, really) and find not only his feelings of being wronged, but also his immense guilt. It shows in how much he hates Sinners. They are basically the worst of what he did, a constant reminder of the day his mistake caused him to lose his home and everything he held dear, and they are all he gets to see. Only being permitted to see your failures for all eternity? No wonder he’s fucking depressed.

The day Heaven cast him out was the day he stopped dreaming. Because dreaming big only leads to pain, failure, and suffering.

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like… like I was.”

This next moment is kinda self explanatory and obvious and really doesn’t need any commentary, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway. Because I love it, and I love him, and… you know… angst. I’ve mentioned my lust for it several times now throughout this post, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

I just feel so bad for him. Lucifer made one mistake. One simple, misguided mistake that ended up introducing evil into the world, and all of Heaven came down on him for it. And, you know what, in the narrative presented by the show, what he did wasn’t that bad. He just wanted to give the world’s newest creations the same freedom angels had, and it backfired horribly. Lucifer, like Charlie, was an idealist who saw the best in people and wanted to help.

And what did he get for his good intentions? Shoved into the cesspool he unintentionally created, and forbidden to ever see anything good that came from his dream.

If I had to guess, Lilith was the only thing keeping his mental health afloat for a long time… and then they had Charlie.

“The tales about your lofty dreams. I’d listen breathlessly, imaging it could be me.”

His daughter became the light of his life. Something that he cherished and indulged more than anything else in the world. To him, she was perfect, and he wanted to do right by her in any way he could.

Lilith told their daughter stories of all her father’s dreams regardless of what he thought of them, and when the little princess came asking him… how could he refuse? How could he refuse her anything?

So he shared them with her. All the tales of grandeur, and fantasies of everything he wished the world could have been. All the dreams he had long since let go.

“And in the end, it’s the view I had of you that show me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

Now, the scene where Lily take’s Charlie away has always been excellent brain fodder for me because of how somewhat ambiguous it is. You could interpret his sadness to have SO MANY meanings. However, I have inevitably decided on two potential head-cannons/theories to share here for what could possibly be going through Snek-King’s head.

One: Lucifer loves his daughter, but he feels estranged and like he’s failed her in some way. She’s such a joy, such a wonder, and in a way it's his fault she’s trapped down here with all of human ties worst. He wasn’t to be close to her, and to make the world perfect for her… but he already feels like he’s failed her in the most unforgivable way. He keeps his distance because part of him doesn’t want her to have a super high of an opinion of him. It’s kind of his depression manifesting, saying that ‘she shouldn’t admire you and your stupid dreams when they’re the reason she’ll never see true light and happiness.’

The angst addict in me likes this one more, but still I’ve got another one that always pops.

Two: He feels like he’s selling her false hope, and he can kind of see the place her innocence is headed. He’s seen the horrors of the world, and he knows the more he indulges her dreams and fantasies, the more she’ll suffer when she sees that’s not what the world is like. He knows from personal experience how much it hurts when your dreams come undone, when you lose hope in the world.

Listening to Charlie’s actual lyrics, she tells him that he was the one who inspired her to dream, that he was right to dream, and that she’s not going to back down. In the song, Luci realises that 1: maybe he didn’t fuck us as badly as he thought and that she actually doesn’t blame him and wants her in his life and/or 2: she has her mother’s willpower, and she’s never going to stop dreaming or let her world be sullied like he did. She’s so much stronger than he was.

So he lets her in.

(Side note… AWWW, look how TINNYY he is! He’s so small. The start contrast in the second image gets me every time)

There’s a bit of symbolism in the song which I ABSOLUTELY adore, and it has to do with the wings. In the flashback, Charlie mentions his “lofty dreams,” when we see the duck, which later transforms to have multiple sets of wings. Later in the song, when Lucifer finally lets her in, he also sprouts those wings.

And I just love this, because I think it acts as the perfect symbolism of him finally opening his mind again. Not just to his daughter, but to the possibility of dreaming in general.

He takes her to a circus, a place filled to the brim with spectacles and thrills, a place where humanities wildest imaginations seem possible.

But even though he’s beginning to open up, and he’s willing to help her in whatever she does, he’s not ‘fixed.’ His depression and self doubt and feelings of hollow emptiness and guilt and apprehension aren’t gone.

And he’s still terrified of seeing her spark go out like his did.

This tiny smile break is so addicting to watch for me. It speaks volumes. Once again, my angst loving heart eats it up every time. It says, “I’m still worried, and there is still so much shit going on in my mind right now about all of this, but I’m here for you.”

And that’s what counts.

Luci’s character showed a lot of colours, and came a long way in this singular episode, but he’s still got a big uphill battle to climb. He still has to come back into his own where dreams are concerned. Maybe he never will, not completely. Realistically, he’ll never go back to the way he was.

But maybe, just maybe, in helping his daughter he’ll find something worth believing in again.

That is, of course, if they decide to give him a character arc beside ‘Dad who is trying and doing better,’ but for that only time will tell.

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And THAT concludes my rant on the Rubber Ducky Ruler. If you stuck around this long, good for you! I wrote this whole thing on a limb at midnight, and NO I’m not going to go back and edit it because why would I ever want to see all the horrid grammatical and spelling errors I’ve inevitably made.

Maybe I’m off the mark on all of this. Maybe I’m head-cannoning too much. Maybe I’m just trying to suck out every hint of potential angst out of a song that’s supposed to be sweet and wholesome. That’s for you to decide. But for me, I’ve decided that I’m satisfied with this analysis. In the end, I just needed to express all the thoughts bumbling around in my head SOMEWHERE before I exploded, and unfortunately, I feel like I’ve run all my friends dry talking about this baby to them, so now it’s your turn. But, anyways, I think that about wraps things up. It’s time to go to bed.

Farewell, stay hydrated, and have a lovely rest of your day/night :)

#hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #character analysis #kind of #bless my angst loving heart #I just had to talk about him

[midnight-musings-of-nyx]

I need a fic where Astarion & Tav have just solidified their relationship-without-sex, and Astarion is feeling super needy but has no frame of reference for how to cope with it.

His brain is absolutely flooding him with new-relationship-bonding-hormones and it’s making his headspace a mess of anxiety and worry and need. He wants to be wrapped around her every single second but he doesn’t know how to get her to focus on him instead of that book she’s completely engrossed in. So he gets the brilliant idea to just casually walk around the place naked. Worries she’ll interpret it as a sex invite but he’s feeling so starved for her he’ll do it anyway if that’s where her head ends up at.

But Tav is no fool, and when she glances up and sees him standing around pretending to select a book for himself, completely in the buff, she can tell from his saucy remark about her gaze that he’s not trying for sex. There’s just the slightest pinch to his eyes, the hint of a furrow to the brow, the minutest hitch in his tone. She knows he doesn’t know how - or even what - to ask for to get what he needs and surmises this was his best attempt at getting some love. Silly boy, still relying on that painfully perfect body and face. So she closes her book, walks over, leads him to the bed - he gets a little anxious but he’s at least glad his plan worked - she lays him down… and proceeds to start tickling him.

Armpits, feet, sides, back, knees, leaving all his erogenous zones alone. He’s completely taken aback, squirming and laughing and delighted. Eventually starts tickling her back. They end up play fighting for tickle dominance. Eventually, exhausted, they snuggle up and talk until his head space is more livable. He’s completely blissed out and planning how to nonsexually entice her next time.

Make it into a whole series of chapters about the slow progression of how he learns all the ways to be intimate without sex. Show him often being silly or misguided while he works through things, but always supported and understood by Tav. Show Tav teaching him the joy and laughter and quiet moments of intimacy, and eventually show him reclaiming sex for himself as well. Could then go into Tav helping him learn what he actually likes by being a very very soft service switch. The world needs this!

I’m a shit writer y’all but I got ideas

Picture unrelated but cute 💜

PS if you’re a writer and wanna pick my brain for these ideas FEEL FREE.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x female tav #fanfic ideas #bg3

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello 👋

Could you please do 'dating him includes' for Taehoon and Seongjoon?

Thank you so much 🥰

Black Anon 🖤🖤

Hey Black anon! Thanks for the ask and so sorry this has taken so long. I feel like all I'm doing is apologising because everything is taking me friggin AGES. There's also a few boyfriend HC for Taehoon in my masterlist, but I've expanded this to all my HTF faves! Yes I'm a ho

HTF Boys - Boyfriend/Dating hc

Seong Taehoon, Baek Seongjun, Ji Yeonwoo, Han Wangguk, Kim Munseong (WHERE IS HE I MISS HIM)

Seong Taehoon

Man. The girlfriend privileges are severely lacking with this one. He's a little sweeter on you, a little gentler. But he sees no issues being a menace to you.

Absolutely loves getting you all wound up, murmuring obscene comments during the most inopportune times, or a little light spanking when no-one is looking. Sure Taehoon intends to make good on his words and actions later, but there is nothing like seeing your face redden or hearing a squeak escaping your lips right now.

It's even worth the filthy looks you throw his way, or any subsequent silent treatment. He knows you can never stay mad at him anyway.

Taehoon's physical affection is more on the end of physical rather than affection. There's nothing like a little bite or a headlock or just pinning your arms by your side as he holds you to show how much he cares.

Surprisingly amicable to being dragged all over the place with you. Yes he would prefer the arcade or practicing Taekwondo, but even if he is completely reluctant - seeing your face light up is its own special reward. And of course that would be too cringe for him to ever admit outloud.

Baek Seongjun

Prefers flings and short encounters rather than a relationship. He comes with a lot of trauma and history that he is unwilling to share. Show him kindness though without any ulterior motive, then you're guaranteed to stay on his mind.

Has a lot of experience sexually, but not with relationships. Cherishes experiencing a lot of first milestones with you (regardless of your own experience). Celebrates them all: anniversaries, 100 days, Valentine's etc.

Difficult to publicly date due to his NewTuber fame. He's well recognised by a surprising amount of people, so any dates tend to be on the chilled and private side.

And of course cooking for you is one of his favourite things to do. More so if you join him in the kitchen, and you cook together. You both flowing together as one, moving in harmony. It makes Seongjun think of how well you can fit in other ways too (no, not just sexually - that's already well established that you do). But with the rest of your lives too.

Values cold hard cash as power, and therefore has gift-giving as one of his main love languages. You will be showered with tasteful, lavish gifts. A tender kiss and appreciative thanks from you is all he needs, and is enough to balance out the scales.

Ji Yeonwoo

Only admired you from afar before he finally broke the chains from his dad and had much more freedom.

Again, not one with any experience though Yeonwoo is honest and forthright. Doesn't shy away from asking you out, and is full of sincerity. However, doesn't give much thought to what happens next - he wanted to tell you how he felt more than anything. You saying yes? Unfortunately that broke his brain.

Dating Yeonwoo means you improving your physical fitness somewhat. Completely on accident, but he spends so much time honing his kyokushin karate skills that you thought you would try and join. More often than not, it's just you watching in awe or him piggybacking you on his runs uphill.

Honestly, being with him helps a lot for your own self improvement. Your grades also improves by a ton as a byproduct. Yeonwoo actually makes studying fun and has limitless patience even as you make him explain something for the fifth time.

Unbelievably sweet and gentle through and through. Not that you would, but one complaint from you about anything and he will happily put that right. More attention? More kisses? Less time training? Done, done, and done.

Han Wangguk

A natural caretaker, always anticipating your needs before you even knew yourself. Here's a snack for you, here's that book you wanted, here's a coffee because you said you were tired today.

Goes without saying that he prefers small and thoughtful gestures to big, grand ones. Show him how much you care by remembering the little details: asking about the things he mentioned offhandedly or buying that tiny thing he wanted, and he will be forever wrapped around your thumb.

Extremely selfless and not one to put himself first. Repay his thoughtfulness and kindness by helping him to prioritise his own needs and you will always hold a piece of his heart.

Never too far from his camera, either his actual equipment or phone, and all the better to capture pictures of you. You posing is nice, but there's nothing quite like snapping a moment when you don't expect it. When you're completely candid and natural, before any consciousness of knowing a lens is there.

Of course with Wangguk comes Gyeoul. She's an absolute terror and will bound to clash at first with any partner. She's not used to sharing. But the little smiles Wangguk now always wears? The way he has even started whistling? Fine, Gyeoul can tolerate you she supposes. Honestly though? Another older sibling to dote on and spoil her? She'll love you in the end too.

Kim Munseong

Silent and stoic. He's a man of very few words, and to be honest, you didn't even realise he liked you until you found him always hanging around you and you confronted him yourself.

Shy and inexperienced, with very little game. If anything, it only makes Munseong even more charming and endearing. You'll be the one making a lot of the first moves until he is comfortable enough to take your lead.

Juggles a lot of the time between MMA and training, and you. It's to be expected, he's got a lot of eyes on his fighting career. Please keep supporting him, he feels a lot of guilt that he's not able to be at your constant beck and call, which is frankly a little ridicuous anyway.

Nothing perks him up more than seeing you watch him during a spar or an actual match. Finding your face in the crowd, even if completely unexpected, flicks on a little power-up for him. He wants to make you proud, and it pretty much guarantees a win.

Munseong has always been praised for his strength. Showering him with praise and compliments for literally any other aspect will guarantee him blushing furiously.

#im late BUT CAN BE TALK ABOUT TAEHOON IN THE BLAZER #And I am forever soft for Wangguk and Munseong #viral hit manhwa #viral hit x reader #viral hit webtoon #viral hit headcanons #how to fight manhwa #how to fight webtoon #how to fight headcanons #seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #seong taehun #taehoon x reader #seong taehun x reader #seongjun baek x reader #baek seongjun x reader #baek seongjun #ji yeonwoo x reader #ji yeonwoo #kim munseong x reader #kim munseong #han wangguk #han wangguk x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[bluehourbucky]

Only You

pairing: ceo!yelena belova x reader

summary: yelena has been dating people who only wanted her for her money but you come along and show her that she's more important than all the money in the world

tw: Google translate Russian <sorry>

a/n: I love yelena with my whole heart <3

[masterlist]

Asking Yelena on a date was the best thing you ever did. You had alcohol to give thanks to, and of course, your friend Kate for making you go to the party in the first place.

The night you first saw Yelena was on New Year's Eve, at the top of a rooftop of the building that she owned.  Your friend Kate asked you to accompany her to a new year's party at a friend of hers. You were a bit unsure but you didn't have much choice.  Turns out that night you would meet the love of your life.

She was so stunning, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. At the time you didn't realise she was the host of the party and that it was her building, as she spent most of her time away from people. The black dress she was wearing looked so beautiful on her, it made your legs shake, and when she noticed you staring you blushed crimson red.

After hours of staring, and drinking you finally decided to go up to her, with a little encouragement from your friend. What's the worst that could happen?

"Hey pretty woman, you look like my future wife care for a dance?"  

in your defence you were a bit tipsy and you didn't exactly plan what you would say to her so your drunk brain took over.

She laughed and murmured something in a foreign language, but she took your hand nonetheless and pulled you to dance. The song that was playing was not set for slow dancing but you did it anyways.

"I promise I'm not wasted just a little tipsy. I just need your number so when I'm completely sober I can text you the time and place of the date I'm taking you on."

Yelena was taken aback by your straightforwardness. Everyone has been so hesitant to approach her due to her being such a successful woman. She was happy to give you her number, and if she was being honest, she would've given you the world if she could with the way you were looking at her

True to your word, you send a message apologising for the way you acted but also checking if she was actually interested in going on a date anyway. You didn't really give her much choice the previous night. Luckly she says yes, and the rest is history.

You had been dating for two years now and Yelena has learned so much what a healthy relationship is, but there's one thing she has a hard time processing - she doesn't need to buy your love.

From the first date Yelena knew you didn't ask her out because she was wealthy, you were the one that organised the whole date and were absolutely baffled when you realised she was the host of the party and the owner of that building and the companies CEO.

You were a little embarrassed for not realising that sooner, but Yelena made sure you knew that she wasn't offended and she found it very adorable. She still teases you about that first date.

You were falling in love fast but so was she, the two of you saw each other almost daily by the week three of knowing each other. It was so easy to talk to Yelena, she made you laugh like no one, she looked at you like you hung up the stars and the moon. She loved spending time with you,but she also loved spending money on you. At the beginning it was little things she was getting you, or at least in her eyes they were little, but for you it was torture. It wasn't like you didn't appreciate the gifts but it was too much.

That was one of the first fights you had, about how it made you uncomfortable that she was spending so much money on you even after you had asked her not to. Yelena had apologised and promised that she would work on it - and she did- but old habits die hard.

Even now, after 2 years of being together and a year of living together, there were still instances where Yelena had broken the rule of not getting you expensive stuff for no reason. You made a compromise that she can get you as many things as she wants to in any value but only for Christmas, whereas for other holidays and your birthday there was a limit.

For Yelena this was so hard to understand because she loved spoiling you, and she didn't see anything wrong with that.

________________________________________

Today you're going to surprise Yelena with a date night under the stars, she had been working tirelessly for the last month, working out an important deal.

You had made her mac'n cheese, and bought pizza from her favourite place, and of course made a congratulations cake (she had finally gotten the deal! she called you in the middle of the day to tell you).

However, she never stops working, like right now she was still taking calls doing god knows what, after work hours. You had to go get her out of the office. So after setting up everything on the rooftop you made your way to her office.

Yelena looks up the door when she hears the four knocks on her door, she thought everyone had left, maybe it was security? Her face lights up when she sees you.

"дорогая, what a nice surprise. And look at you, who you so pretty for?" You blush and walk right into her arms, you breathe in, and you feel at home. Yelena pulls you in a kiss that turns into a whole make-out session with you between her legs, her leaning on her desk, her hands wondering down to your ass.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I'm going to have to stop you there. Have to show you something."

You run a hand over her bare shoulders, then take a strand of her blonde hair that has fallen on her face. She always manages to take your breath away, the white suit she's waring makes you weak.

"What is it that you want to show me, моя любовь?"

"It's a secret, so close your eyes." You give her a teasing smile, and she does what you tell her without a second thought.

Yelena follows you through the building, and when she hears the elevator say rooftop, she smiles. You forgot about the elevator having alerts for every floor.

"No peeking!!" you tell her and lead her to the little picnic you set up for her.

"Okay, open!" Yelena opens her eyes and looks at your bright and proud smile. A blanket was set up almost in the middle of the rooftop, two plates, and lots of food placed on it.

"Do you like it?"

"моя любовь, I love it so much! What is this for? Did I forget something?" she looks at you terrified, thinking she had forgotten an anniversary or something.

"Baby, this is for that deal you've been working out for the last month! Wanted to surprise you, treat you some food since you've been working so hard! You deserve it for your hard work, and it's been a while since we had a date night so why not celebrate together. You didn't forget anything don't worry!"

You pull her in for a kiss, one of your hands in her hair, the other around her neck, deeping the kiss. She pulls away to look at you, adoration in her face.

"Thank you so much, my darling. I love you so much. I'm sorry I haven't taken you on a date in so long. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Don't apologise for that. I understand it's no problem, really, anything for you, my love. Now come on the food will get cold."

Yelenas heart warms up when she sees the amount of food and sweets you prepared. She can't believe you did all this just for her.

After eating, you two lay down, the spare blanket you luckly brought with you draped over both your bodies. Your head on Yelenas chest, hands intertwined under the blanket.

"I love you, you know that. Imma marry you, and you're gonna be my wife. And I'm going to buy you the most expensive ring and a house and anything else you ever want. If i could, I would buy you the world." Yelena says, and you lift your head so you can look at her.

"I am saying yes to all of that, but my love, I don't need the most expensive ring, I don't need the whole world. I only need you. You don't need to buy my love. I already love you more than I could ever love anyone or anything. As far as I'm concerned we can live in a small cottage house in the middle of nowhere. Just you and me. It would be more than enough for me."

Yelena is speechless. She didn't know how much she needed to hear that until you said it. She was led to believe that the only way of loving someone and being loved is by buying the love with money. Her lovers, people she called friends, always expected something from her, but you, you just wanted her. People didn't stay for her, they stayed as long as they had something to take from her.

But what you were saying is that she was enough.

Yelena suddenly sits up and pulls you into her lap, engulfing you into a tight hug - she's holding onto you, making sure you were there, that it was real. Sometimes, she doubted that.

"You really know how to win a woman's heart, huh, Мой дорогой. Ты моя жизнь [you're my life], мое сердце [my heart], мое все [my everything], мой навсегда [my forever].Я тебя люблю" Yelena whispers the last part and kisses you softly, her eyes sparking with tears and love.

"I just know you said some sappy stuff by the way you're kissing me, and I love you too. But about the ring, I don't mind it being a bit fancy, you know. I gotta show it off forever." she laughs at your words, you know her so well.

"What happened to -I only need you and nothing else?" Yelena asks teasingly, thinking about how she has gotten you a ring 6 months ago that lays hidden in her closet, waiting for her to finally ask you the question. You would probably kill her if you found out the amount of money she spent on it, but you deserved the best.

Instead of replying, you pin her against the floor and start kissing her.

[THE END]

a/n: I hope you enjoyed! I really had fun writing this and I already want to write another one shot for ceo yelena where she actually proposes I have so many ideas!

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

#yelena mcu #yelena belova x reader #yelena black widow #yelena marvel #yelena x reader #yelena belova #marvel imagine #marvel fic #wlw #mcu fic #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader

[flutteringfable]

more soft fluffy venti thoughts bc hes rotting my brain as always <3

sliding around on the kitchen tile in your socks with venti (maybe “accidentally” crashing against the counter with venti on top of you. he planned this)

couch cuddles!! the desc for the couch item is that it’s really squishy, so it would be comfy enough for naps and snuggles. in the colder months, you and venti bundle up in as many blankets as you can find, and usually you fall asleep in front of the fireplace.

coming home early from a long morning of commissions to find venti snuggled up in your bed.

playing rhythm games with modern venti! i think he would be so good at ddr, dance rush, and beat saber; he likes dancing a lot, so having a wide range of movement with these games is right up his alley.

building a blanket fort with venti! expect the main living room area of your teapot or house to be completely rearranged so the fort can be as big as possible. it doesn’t even really matter in the end, because venti’s gonna snuggle you once it’s done. though, i also like the idea of making jewelry with him, or playing tcg together!

venti staying up with you if you can’t sleep. he makes you some tea or hot chocolate, even if it won’t help, and he’s happy to perform for you or tell you stories all night. he doesn’t need to sleep, since he’s a god, so he’s happy to stay up and comfort you.

dancing with venti! i love the idea of a big party in the area around the barbatos statue during weinlesefest or windblume, and dancing with venti among the crowd. he totally shows off, sweeping you up to spin you around and dipping you, but he also likes to bring you close and cradle your head against his shoulder. he’ll press little kisses to your head, and he whispers small praises to you. dancing around the house quietly is just as appealing, of course.

as much as venti loves holding you, he also loves to be held! don’t worry if you aren’t strong enough; he can use the wind to make himself lighter if you need! he prefers to be held so that his head can rest against your heart. he loves the sound of your heartbeat.

trying as hard as you can to be affectionate with venti despite the summer heat. he wants to cuddle you and hug you so badly, but it’s just way too warm. kisses are all you can manage, with hand holding being sparse.

napping under vanessa’s tree with venti. he has his cape draped over both of you, and you’re snuggled up on the soft grass.

baking with venti! i think he would have quite the sweet tooth, and he loves cakes and cookies. his favorite dessert to bake with you is apple pie (of course)

taking care of a sick venti. kind of taking inspo from a oneshot i rbed a while back! but anyway, once his gnosis is taken, he gets sick more often. bring him some warm (non alcoholic) apple cider, maybe make him a nice soup. he’s super clingy, so make sure to give him lots of nice cuddles and kisses. (you can find the fic here! go show the op some love!!!!)

#fable writes 💫 #venti x reader #venti the bard #venti headcanons

[ladyhindsight]

So, God definitely exists and Lilith is having her own fashion show whenever she appears. That’s cool. Anyway. It has taken ages to even summon any will power to finish the book, the whole year so far has been personal chaos, but now as the storm has ceased and I had couple days off to just lay down on my sofa to power through this monstrosity, all I am left with is a major what the fuck. Expectations were close to zero and Chain of Thorns still went right under it.

Just minutes before I finally finished Chain of Thorns and I don’t even know what it all was for. The major things holding this story together is everyone’s damn pride and fear of being pitied—obstacles which all of them have to overcome. James and Cordelia are both too proud to be pitied, but narrative-wise there is this perpetual pity party going on. All this ruminating over Things That Never Were and Stuff That Is Forever out of Reach is just whole lot of words for whole lot of nothing, especially when the ending to their relationship is nothing if not predictable. The purple prose doesn’t make me feel anything, doesn’t resonate with me on any level, and I can’t connect to it because in the grand scheme of the story, it is based on false perception created by the unwillingness to be truthful. In the end, all that angst and wondering about the feelings at every turn, it is a waste of time.

Every character is so driven by their self-loathing, seriously bordering on self-pity, and pride that all their motivations blur into the same mess. The unwillingness to be truthful, powered by the pride of each character, is the force for which the plot can even reach the points it wants. Clare truly is a master of creating this endless but absolutely done-to-death emotional circle she just keeps recycling in every trilogy she manages to publish. Writing is the same as ever, dialogue is a pathway to always just tell things, it’s also hand-holding and over-bearing: “It seems the Inquisitor has hurt his right arm.” “He was branded on his arm by Belial.” “So that’s why he was holding it like it hurt!” No shit?! Stop it. On a positive note, I think the series is more emotionally aware and intelligent compared to The Mortal Instruments and even The Infernal Devices, where the emotional awareness only encompassed Clary, Jace, Will, Jem, and Tessa. Not completely without its grievances, but when are these books ever?

The plot served its purpose, I guess. Cordelia becoming a paladin of Lilith served its role in saving James and defeating Belial. Others had their own stories and relationships but were helpful and sometimes integral for the story to progress. It’d be otherwise fine if the book didn’t forget the actual plot for a major part of its duration and exchanged it for useless inter-character dramatics and constant cliffhangers. Additionally, it’s just that the whole Watcher thing (like the Grigori?) was clear from miles away. Whenever Clare introduces a new but a very basic element to the Shadowhunter world THAT SHOULD HAVE EXISTED ALREADY and explains it through a character (this time Cordelia), it’s a dead giveaway. So the tease They wake + the Iron Tombs = waiting two thirds of the book for the characters to catch up with you. The story is so infected with repetitive narrative, drama and self-loathing, pseudo-profound ponderings on love and pride, and I am sick of even thinking about any of it.

Maybe one day I have something else to say about the book in general, but not today. My brain has once again been obliterated. So, as usual, some thoughts and notes and more in-depth grievances:

CORDELIA CARSTAIRS AND JAMES HERONDALE. They come together, because I have no coherent thoughts about James or Cordelia. They were there and did their protagonist duties. Of course there was a love triangle. Blah, blah. I just didn’t like Cordelia in this installment as much as the previous ones. Maybe her pride took so much center stage that her previous kindness and compassion were overshadowed by it and self-righteousness. Her bravery is no longer bravery but same thoughtlessness of every other Clare heroine. James was there, hoorah. No, but seriously. James’ trauma was so in-depth analyzed and told, his feeling of pain and anguish and anger relished in so much that the writing was incapable of coming up with anything new to say instead of regurgitating same things over and over again. Also, Cordelia was constantly aware of James’ bracelet when he wore it, but never mentioned it once he stopped wearing it for good?

THOMAS LIGHTWOOD AND ALASTAIR CARSTAIRS. They worked out, yay. Don’t know why they love each other, but okay. Their romance was a nice and carrying force through some bleak scenes in the book. Alastair becoming more open and comfortable in showing affection was lovely. Turned out great.

ANNA LIGHTWOOD AND ARI BRIDGESTOCK. See the above. Same sentiments. But much like with Thomas and Alastair, most of the development happened in this final instalment and pretty hastily too. And like the above pair, I feel like a lot of the progress came with transforming the characters into unrecognizable version of themselves too quickly. I was happy that Ari was able to connect with her mother again and Flora could flourish (lol) without the stifling presence of her husband, but I also feel like I’ve seen this setting where a bad and homophobic husband and father gets a metaphorical kick to his ass and goes away in order for the life to be better for his family without him.

LUCIE HERONDALE. Lucie was generally great. No hard feelings. It’s a bit contrived that it is precisely the canoodling of Jesse that brings her closer to the dead, but whatever. Love that her weapon of choice is an ax.

MATTHEW FAIRCHILD. Matthew’s story ends on a somber note. While Matthew definitely was not one of my favorite characters, I hoped he could’ve had something more to him than James and Cordelia. His journey to sobriety continues, which was great that it wasn’t over just like that, but the reason for his drinking was such a huge thing that was carried throughout the books, so it was disappointing to see it quickly addressed in the epilogue. Matthew deserved more than a hasty redemption in the end.

CHARLES FAIRCHILD. There are other people that are dying, Charles!! is what I am left with. I am absolutely aghast how Charles’ character was treated. I can’t believe that Clare still managed to write one more let’s push this character out of the closet because it is The Right Thing to Do scenario in her books. Charles has to brave the world and lose what he has to lose because his dreams and aspirations, according to the narrative, are worth nothing because he is more privileged than other people. Charles coming out with his sexuality is set against the choice of standing with or against his family as if there was no other way to solve this but guilt Charles into doing the right thing so he can’t be blackmailed anymore. Nobody cares, your family loves you—then what are the stakes here then, in their homophobic society that time and time again fails to deliver any consequence while existing as this ostracizing boogeyman?

I hoped there was some sort of ploy that Charles intended to execute in order to remove the thorn from his mother’s side and replace the Inquisitor with someone who was more fair and just and capable. At once, when Tessa said that Charles is just misguided, I knew it wouldn’t be because Tessa is never wrong. So all there is this dumb blackmailing plot whose only merit is to have Maurice Bridgestock removed from his position as Inquisitor. It did not serve Charles’ character in any way nor were his story with his family or Matthew in any way concluded.

GRACE BLACKTHORN. While discussing Grace, Christopher says that Grace was just a child when she was forced to act on James. Thomas says it doesn’t matter with anger and fury. Matthew equates Grace’s actions to a murder, as you do. While Will’s actions against Tatiana are in no way comparable to Grace’s, it is strange how Will being twelve is mentioned as if in order to act as an extenuating circumstance, while this doesn’t apply to Grace. It is also weird how everyone else’s torment is mulled over, used as an excuse for some type of behavior, but Grace's abuse and manipulation at the hands of Tatiana and Belial isn’t taken into consideration by anyone else than Jem? Also why did Cordelia get to vanquish Tatiana and not Grace? Grace’s treatment in this book, along with Charles, was just painful.

JESSE BLACKTHORN. Much like James, he is a stale piece of wheat bread. Only thing I have in mind about Jesse is that I found it a bit over the top, out of the little character he had, that he was so angry at Grace so that he left her. Jesse reacted exactly the way I feared Cordelia would react to Alastair. I was hoping for angry but sad and disappointed approach since Jesse knew better than anyone what Grace has lived through. Also, why Jesse (or Grace) wasn’t given time with his uncles who had wanted to get to know him for ages?

CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD. My sweet cheese, my goodtime boy. Characters Clare writes most often only know the strongest of emotions. They always react with anger, defensiveness, and passion; by shouting, by self-righteous fury, by everything that is so exhausting to always read. Most of the characters are that, and am I so happy how Clare stayed true to Christopher’s temperate and serene nature, even when his cousin/best friend has been greatly wronged. And when everyone was so angry at Grace, Christopher was the only one to see reason. So, WHY THE FUCK HE DIED? No one, but most of all Cordelia herself never acknowledge that Kit died protecting her.

The “false” family tree lead the story on how Kit and Grace would probably become a couple, and would’ve made sense since they bonded over science and their minds were alike while they were so unalike in other ways, but boom. Kit dies, and Grace is left to figure out the fire messages on her own, because otherwise there wouldn’t be that obstacle of not being able to reach the Shadowhunters in Idris. Kit died for a shock value and so that a measly little plot point could work. Also great how the Lightwoods always have their children killed?? We never even see Gabriel and Cecily mourning?? Eugenia was weirdly chipper after just losing another one of her family members?? All these pages dedicated to romance bullshit that will solve itself but not for this.

TATIANA BLACKTHORN. Tatiana is a fiend, a terrible demon-worshipping, toddler-kidnapping fiend, but also a cartoonish one at that. It’s just overdone. She was made uglier and uglier, the machinator of evil things, and then she died. Voilà. There is one narrative aspect that was weird though. The Herondales and the Lightwoods insist on having tried their all to help Tatiana who always refused, but when Jesse confronts his mother, he says:

“I have come to know them by now. There is truth much harsher. One I think you know. They have not tried to ruin you over all these years. They have not plotted your downfall. They have barely even thought of you at all.”

Sick burn, but which is it? Adamantly trying to help her or not thinking about her at all?

MAURICE BRIDGESTOCK. A cartoon character with a cartoon ending. A homophobe bigot who got what he deserved, but a cartoonish character still. He was jealous of the Herondales and thus was an antagonist. Why is everyone obsessed with the Herondales in every damn book?

ESME HARDCASTLE. Esme was shoved in there in order to explain the “found family tree”, which at some point, I have no doubt, was how things were supposed to be, until Clare had more ideas for the Edwardian kids. No other characters in whole of TSC have gone through so many changes as these characters have. And as such, to keep the predictability at minimum—which isn’t a lot—the old family tree is made up by Esme, so Clare can spin this tale why it wasn’t accurate. Grace didn’t marry Christopher, Alastair didn’t have children (probably?). Then Clare had all these surprise babies coming because the way she chose to end the story for the Edwardian kids would mean no Emma, no Clary as we know them. So new Carstairs baby, new Fairchild twins.

i. The beginning of the prologue is over-saturated with flowery prose and similes that the narrative gets buried underneath.

ii. James is worried about Lucie, but more importantly needs to find her so he can go back to worrying about Cordelia and Matthew.

iii. The whole series has been a barrage of period typical social etiquette and decorum fed to you with a spoon. Even The Infernal Devices wasn’t this intent on it. Men did not usually accompany even wives or sisters into a dressmakers shop. What do you care about mundane decorum, you are Shadowhunters! Have some etiquette of your own.

iv. “…one of the modistes attacked the closures at the back of Cordelia’s dress without requiring any instruction—clearly she had done this before—and pushed and pulled at Cordelia as if she was a stuffed mannequin.” CcLeEaRrLy. You just told she didn’t need instruction, the rest is rather obvious. And I hope she knew what she was doing, she works there!!

v. Then there is this ridiculously complicated sentence: “Madame Beausoleil, who kept her salon on the Rue de la Paix, where the most famous dressmakers in the world—the House of Worth, Jeanne Paquin—were situated, was, according to Matthew, well acquainted with the Shadow World.” Like, what. Honey. Darling. “Madame Beausoleil kept her salon on the Rue de la Paix, where the most famous dressmakers in the world—the House of Worth, Jeanne Paquin—were situated. She was, according to Matthew, well acquainted with the Shadow World.” Or does that info about the location have to be there at all? Surely there were plenty other paragraphs where you could’ve stuffed that.

vi. Apparently this, apparently that, apparently everything! Whenever Clare uses such a word, it is a sign that she is unnecessarily feeling the need to justify why she is giving some particular piece of information or why a character is making an observation they could realistically make.

vii. Cordelia’s savings to pay Matthew for the dresses? What savings? From what and where?

viii. There are so many parentheses explaining things

ix. There is not a one scene in Paris where Cordelia doesn’t think how other people might see her and Matthew as a couple. Every time, which is in basically every scene they have in public, someone watches them and admires them and their “young love.”

x. “I have never heard anyone sound as if they were in such pain. Jamie, you must talk to us.” Yes, no one has ever been in greater pain than James Herondale, and that has the stamp of approval of Will Herondale so it really means something.

xi. a lot of the gray is gunmetal gray

xii. Having Tatiana comment on Jem’s appearance as Silent Brother and call it privilege for knowing the Lightwoods and Herondales doesn’t take away the fact that it is awfully convenient that Jem isn’t bald or his face isn’t sown shut. Though I get the intent behind this was to elicit such reaction as how awful of Tatiana! She doesn’t know anything Jem has suffered! It was not his choice! and the like. Blah.

xiii. What is it with these YA books in which waiters always give the characters their unsolicited opinions on people’s orders?

xiv. I assume Madame Dorothea of Brooklyn named herself after this famed Madame Dorothea of Paris. Why didn’t Malcolm go to her about Annabelle? I don’t remember if there ever was a mention of it.

xv. When Lucie tells the truth about Jesse and her powers to Magnus and Will, the PoV changes from James to Lucie with no indication of PoV change:

xvi. “James thought of the box of matches in his pocket, each one a sort of signal light that, when struck, summoned Jem to his side. He did not know how the magic worked, nor did he think Jem would tell him even if asked.” Just leave this part out, readers will think it’s just magic and that’s it. Now this just sounds that you couldn’t bother to think about it and just tried to explain possible scrutiny away. This instead just points more to the fact that you have no clue how the magic in your world works.

xvii. “James returned to the house, crawling into bed with his coat still on.” James can’t return to the house and crawl into his bed at the same time.

xviii. Take a shot every time the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durendal is said in TSC

xix. It’s annoying how Matthew speaks so lowly of Charles wanting to keep Alastair a secret when their own society supposedly sucks ass and enables shame and discrimination

xx. Cordelia only accepts Matthew’s affections once she thinks she has truly lost James. Why did she want to kiss Matthew if she didn’t even fancy him? She just selfishly used him and his love to forget her own mistakes, which I didn’t like about her at all. But that of course just fed into the love triangle that Clare is so insistent on writing in each one of her series, and the end couple is always obvious.

xxi. “…and James could remember, painfully, what kissing Cordelia was like, hotter and better than any fire.” I don’t think being burned by fire is good?

xxii. It’s torturous—and not in the good giddy way—how Clare finds even the tiniest excuse to prolong James and Cordelia finally getting together. “I should tell her the truth but Cordelia looked so happy with Matthew, so I didn’t.” Good grief.

xxiii. “Pity and kindness were not love. Only free choice was love; if he had learned nothing else from the horror of the bracelet, he had learned that.” Only a free choice to those who are free to love and go for that love and their dreams without having to make a choice between either. So fuck that.

xxiv. Ari didn’t bring any clothes with her when she left her parents. “She’d have to buy new things.” WITH WHAT MONEY? FROM WHERE? HER “STIPENDS” WENT TO LIVING EXPENSES! EXPLAAAIN

xxv. “At the breakfast table sat Anna’s brother Christopher, and, of all people, Eugenia Lightwood.” Yes, out of all the people in this world that is sitting at the table is Anna’s cousin. Truly odd.

xxvi. “The Institute is the safest place in London when it comes to demons; if he did somehow attack, the whole Enclave would retreat here as a matter of policy.” Not when it comes to the Jack the Ripper one in The Whitechapel Fiend.

xxvi. Will discusses Tatiana’s vengeance for being wronged: “Will sighed. “That was me. I read her diary out loud at a Christmas party, long ago. I was twelve. And I was quite severely punished, so in fact, the Enclave was on her side.”’ No, he wasn’t. And the whole Enclave punished Will? Please. There was no culpability, no apology, and no admission of guilt. And he also broke Gabriel’s arm. This is an attempt afterwards to alleviate the guilt on Will’s end when it comes to Tatiana’s madness. More realistic approach, less let’s-make-Will-more-shiny-and-not-at-all-a-participant-in-Tatiana’s-insanity would be something like: “That was me. I read her diary out loud at a Christmas party, long ago. I was twelve, but that’s on me.” And they would’ve gone on that it didn’t matter because in grand scheme of things it was such a miniscule thing.

xxvii. Take a shot every time the writing tries to stealthily prop up Will and Tessa as good and kind. Clare is really adamant at making the Herondales victims at every turn.

xxviii. “Benedict Lightwood brought down vileness upon his family, and Tatiana could not accept either his culpability or her own.” True, yet funny how the same does not apply to the ones who are on the right side of things. Accepting culpability on all that…

xxix. “He thrust the hand at James, who slashed an iratze across Matthew’s palm, followed by two Energy runes. He would not normally give Matthew, or anyone, more than one, but they would act as knives, cutting through any fog in Matthew’s brain.” One very profound problem (which I will bring up with TMI in time) is that this excerpt reveals that Clare thinks we know how runes work, when she has in actuality laid no groundwork for it. Is there a limit how many runes one can bear at once? What are the adverse effects of too many energy runes? What if you use iratze when you don’t need one? Are there runes that, when used at the same time, might hinder the effect of one another?

xxx. Take a shot every time a character narrates other characters on how much they have changed.

xxxi. “Now, Thomas has lost a sister and a friend as close as his brother, all in one year.” Weird way to say a cousin. You surely mean his cousin as close as his brother??

xxxii. “Grace said, not unkindly, “I’ve come to know Lucie quite well, you know, the last months. She was probably as close to a friend as I ever had.”’ Christopher was her friend, hellooo???

xxxiii. There seems to be a theme that whenever things are getting hot and heavy, something abrupt happens and interrupts the scene. Not that I am complaining, interrupt that awkward shit.

xxxiv. The bodies of the Iron Sisters and Silent Brothers don’t decay, but so what? Everyone else gets burned after dying, why not them also? Are they not inflammable? Also, what a great opportunity to mention Abigail Shadowhunter and David the Silent, but did we just once again wave at that opportunity as it passed by? Yes, we did.

xxxv. “Alastair waved his hand. “Yes, yes. It has been Roman and Saxon and now it will be demon. It has survived plague and pestilence and fire—”’ Best quote.

xxxvi. “It is easy to confuse monstrousness and power,” said Cordelia. “Especially when one is a woman, as one is not supposed to possess either quality.” Again, a weird fucking take for people whose numbers are dwindling and need all the fighting power they can get and half of that power are women

xxxvii. “he had been sure, somehow, that Cordelia would come after him, would find a way. And it did not surprise him at all that Lucie had not left her side.” James sure has faith in his sister to rescue him in dire need. No, Lucie came because Cordelia came. Whatever, what do I care.

What, in the end, was the true purpose of this trilogy? What merit is to it that it exists? How has The Wicked Powers become richer for having The Last Hours precede it? It’s actually devastating how inconsequential all of this is. The true Belial has been vanquished, but another demon has taken his place as Belial. Is this new Belial even a fallen angel or just some demon? Because otherwise he is not like the rest of the Princes at all. I would’ve hoped that at least one thing, like Emma getting to finish Belial with Cortana, would’ve given this trilogy even a little bit more purpose. 700+ pages and all is still left rather unfinished. Nothing at least feels concluded other than James and Cordelia’s love for each other being stronger than a Prince of Hell is capable of breaking. Blergh.

[Additional notes]

#Cordelia Carstairs #James Herondale #Matthew Failchild #Thomas Lightwood #Christopher Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Anna Lightwood #Charles Fairchild #Grace Blackthorn #Jesse Blackthorn #Lucie Herondale #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #Anti CC #Anti Cassandra Clare

[writing-the-stars]

Hii I love ur writing and I was wondering if I could request yandere poly damon and stefan hcs?

Awe, thank you so much!

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

It's funny how history has a habit of repeating itself again, and again, and AGAIN

However, you were determined to put an end to the cycle of feuding the brothers tend to find themselves when it comes to their love interest

When you first moved into town, both brothers were immediately enthralled with you-- neither of them having plans on letting you go

After having lost both Katherine and Elena to his brother, Damon was determined to make you his by ANY means necessary

He watched you in the shadows as you settled into town, adjusting to your new life and setting a schedule for yourself. He memorized all the places you visited the most and made notes of the things that caught your eye

However, Stefan was just as eager to make you his, knowing you were the one for him

He compelled a man to put you in danger so that he could be your hero and sweep you off your feet

You immediately fell for the youngest Salvatore's boyish charms and allowed him to take you on a date, much to Damon's chagrin

Damon was not going to let you get away so easily. Using the intel he collected from you, he showed up to your date with Stefan and upstaged him by having so many "similar interests"

War broke out between the two brothers to an extent no one had ever seen. Both of them convinced you were meant to be with them and each equally determined to prove themselves right

However, in the war for your heart, your emotions ended up as collateral damage as you had fallen for both Salvatores and you did not have it within yourself to choose. Not to mention the battle was tearing the brothers apart and you couldn't stand to see either of your men hurt

It was agreed then that you would date both brothers which did not completely satisfy them, but they were more than willing to accept if it meant they got to have you

And you loved having both of them around to keep you safe, happy, and healthy

Once you officially became theirs, the brothers never left your side

They are constantly watching over you, making sure that you are okay

They even protect you from yourself, preventing you from doing anything they deem too dangerous-- which is basically everything

You haven't had to drive yourself anywhere since you started dating, nor grocery shop or any of the other boring chores you hate to do. They do it all for you

They worship the ground you walk on-- when they let you walk on the ground that is

You are a goddess in their eyes and you should be treated as such

They shower you in so much love and affection, eradicating any negative thoughts that may enter your brain

They are incredibly protective over you, not letting anyone from the gang meet you for the first three months

Whenever there is a threat in town, they lock you away in the boarding house to make sure you are safe

It infuriates you, but you know they do it out of the love they have for you

Plus, it's nice to have a week or two where you get to lounge around and do nothing

Overall, these boys love you with all of their heart and would do anything just to see you smile

A/N: I am so sorry for how long it has taken me to get this out here! My grandmother's eye surgery which we thought was healing well has actually been overhealing. So I am now back on post-op doctor visit duties until her eye heals properly, so I am back to limited writing time. This is not how I expected my summer to go, but you just have to roll with the punches. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed Anon! Thank you so much for reading.

#stefan salvatore x y/n #stefan salvatore headcanon #stefan salvatore x fem reader #stefan salvatore x you #stefan salvatore x reader #tvd stefan #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon x reader #damon salvatore headcanon #tvd damon #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x fem reader #yandere stefan #yandere damon #tvdu #fandom #fandom writing #yandere headcanons #salvatore brothers #fanfic #tvd fandom #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries headcanons #yandere #tvd headcanons #headcanon

[madstronaut]

it is currently madstro'clock and it is FaFiCoWriYear in this house

the original FaFiCoWriMo post feels too long to keep reblogging but I'm choking laughing right now because I decided to link it and this image above is what I see - FUCK IT WE BALL 😂😂😂😂😂😂 (truly my whole tumblr vibe)

me: gonna plug away at commenting on all the fics I’ve read lately that I love hmm should take a break 

also me: *takes break by looking for other fics to read*

I was completely taken off-guard by stumbling on this fic while mindlessly scrolling on tumblr and having it show up in my recs, so yes i live-blogged by reading even though I HAVE SO MANY OTHER DRAFTS OPEN BUT IT'S COS I END UP RE-READING CERTAIN FICS OVER AND OVER AND I KEEP FINDING NEW COMMENTS TO WRITE IM STILL THINKNIG OF COMMENTS I MISSED ON FICS I ALREADY COMMENTED ON BUT ANYWAY AHEM- 

without further ado, pls stay for the rambly thoughts, then flee in fright because of the increasing levels of unhinged commentar-

Reading: Touch-starved Nikto fic series by @keysorsomething

- "his current running theory was that you must have some form of brain damage. Perhaps you were dropped as a baby."

hehehehehehehe i swear nikto writers capture what i think would be his sense of humor with bullseye accuracy imho

- “His bright blue eyes broke through the dim lighting as if they were backlit by two LED bulbs in his skull.”

“You crack your eye open, meeting his piercing blue stare, like hot water down the back of your shirt.”

OMG TRULY THIS ENCAPSULATES THE EXPERIENCES OF BEHOLDING HIS EYES/WHAT I IMAGINE EYE CONTACT WITH NIKTO IS LIKE???

- “Maybe you could weird him out enough for him to leave you be..?”

literally held my breath reading the next few paragraphs til I read “He’s very gentle”

I don’t know what exactly it is about gentle touch but it can cut through people’s armor & walls like butter IRL and in fic and I JUST *am exploding, cannot type further*

- “His eyes looked like he was blinking on occasion, which was actually mildly upsetting because there goes your Christmas present for him.”

honestly what a thoughtful gift for the reader to get him eyedrops lmao *tell me u have a crush without telling me u have a crush, oh nothing just got you an extremely specific gift cos I noticed small details about you*

- “Did this count at fraternization?”

LMAO READER THIS MADE ME CRY LAUGHING “Im SORRy i woNT TOUCH HIM WITH TWO FINGERS AGAIN, IM SORRY I MISSED IT IN MY CONTRACT COS I WAS TOO BUSY STARING AT ALL THE $$$$-

- “I wanna know what’s up-” you pause “-man,” you tack it on, but quickly feel like you shouldn’t have. Who the fuck calls a guy like this man?

omg I am alr in love i fucking looooove awkward!readers

- trope alert trope alert trope alert STORAGE CLOSET READER? REALLY? (yes please god yes im so happy rn)

i would like to kneel before this all-powerful goofy ass awkward adorable reader who has nikto scared in a closet looking for ways out 

- “Not like that,” You correct, and he just eyes you more confusedly. “I mean, not yet..? Look,” You sigh,”

the “i mean, not yet” - like omg nikto if i was in ur shoes hearing this i would have to suppress the strong urge to immediately make out and probably fail to stopper the hearts exploding from my body (and ofc hide the involuntary boner popping maybe hello?)

- ““See you tonight,” Klaus mocks.”

i pity these fools, reader has just tamed nikto, i would beat all their asses immediately singlehandedly from the sheer high and power trip i would be on

- if someone referred to me as ‘one of the three snoopiest bitches on base’ i would get it tattooed on my collarbones probably

- ‘being called into König’s office and being scolded about fraternizing’ - thisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonigthisisaniktoficstopthirstingforkonig

- ‘His guns are neatly lined up against the wall, biggest to smallest.’

CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE omg i just know he prob has nicknames for them too

- ““Нет,” He replies firmly. He’s in more comfortable clothes, something you’ve never seen before.”

i am probably dating myself here but at the tight t-shirt and sweats description all i hear is BOWCHICKAWOWOWOWWWWW

- “Your eyes stay on him intensely as he lays down in the bed, sliding under the covers. “You are here to help us sleep,”

ok all my horniness left me (ok almost all not all of it of course not i would die) and i just felt so tender and awwwwwwww of it all, esp. the reader comparing his grip to a child with their lovie :( 

- “You see the faint, deep-brown shaping of his brows, his long eyelashes, the scar that covers the right side, but most importantly, the pale gleam of his skin in the little light.

He had washed the eyeblack off. And he had done it just for you.”

I am left speechless here; the buildup to this scene is storytelling and climactic perfection in my opinion

then i clicked on next part and it is titled “caught” and i screamed out loud lol

- “You dare to even think you want the world to melt away, for time to be this moment and this moment alone, always and forever, but should you really let him boss you around like that?”

looooooooove, totally captures that feeling when u have one of those 'time stands still/you wished time stood still' moments IRL

also YES READER WITH A SPINE/BRAIN IS ALSO MY OTHER KINK

- also as much as ive somehow developed a bizarrely unquenchable thirst for graves (do not @ me, i know, i have problems and I love it) canon graves is exactly how id imagine he’d be like in this fic esp with the constant mansplaining

- "How do you deny a masked man who’s speaking in his mother tongue?"

YOU CANT. YOU JUST CAN’T! IT’S A LAW OF NATURE. IT IS SCIENTIFIC FACT. IT IS IRREFUTABLE. IT IS ABSOLUTE TRUTH. IT IS DIVINE DOGMA. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

- “When you look into his eyes, you feel like he wants nothing more than to touch you, and you feel he agrees that this moment is ever so precious. But he doesn’t want to touch you. Perhaps he’s afraid, or perhaps he doesn’t like his face being touched, so he won’t touch yours. The Golden Rule and all that.”

“It’s all the best thing to ever happen in this place, and you have a feeling it’s the best thing to have ever happened to him.”

““Nikto?” You ask, voice soft and wavering, like if you speak too loud you’ll create a rip in space-time and it will have never happened.”

again i feel like someone has snipershot me to the heart with tenderness, everything about this fic and the premise just speaks to a core desire i have to create moments like this, to bypass someone’s armor and touch their heart, and be a source of healing for hurt just by the gift of our mere presence and vice versa - and have this moment and memory become an indescribable source of light and strength in dark and dreary times to be taken out and relived over and over again as needed (or is it just me that does this lol idk)  

fanfic writers never change and keep creating pls <3 ur words create worlds that inspire and brighten our IRL world <3

- i am deeply moved by the indescribable tenderness of nikto waking reader up by softly patting their cheek - this man known and infamous for his harshness and aggression - UNF

-  “As always, they are an icy blue that doesn’t match the feeling of having them on you at all. But by now they feel so much cooler than before, like a warm hug or a heated blanket instead of a hot iron.”

if you’ve known any blue-eyed folx up close i have most def seen their eye color change with emotions, sooo fascinating and hot

- ummmmm my jaw fucking dropped when i realized he leaned in…TO KISS HER? I THOUGHT HE WAS ALSO GONNA REST HIS EYES AND JUST SLEEP FOR A BIT NEXT TO HER? OMG the emotional rOLLERCOASTER THIS STORY HAS TAKEN ME ON *running to download it as we speak*

- BUT aHHHH HTHE ACTUAL SCREAM WHEN READER RUNS INTO KONIG

- omg when reader starting sniffling i just want to hug her and also go back in the room and yell at konig OMG YOU MADE OUR HIGHLY TRAINED PMC-LEVEL KILLER READER CINNAMON ROLL CRY I WILL HURT YOU SIR IDK HOW COS IM LIKE 5’2 BUT IF I HAVE TO CLIMB U LIKE A TREE TO DO SO I WILL TO GET IN YOUR FACE-

- “Who the hell can you trust? Both not to talk, but also with Nikto.” - ends up being Velikan meanwhile me busy shredding the post-it behind my back hoping/suggesting it’s dmitry bale and trying not to cry- (ignore me dmitry is my current hyper fixation)

- i wont lie i am both so heart warmed by how tender and sweet reader is for being so good at reading body language and also laughing my ass off at her having this kinda complicated conversation with velikan who does not talk, mostly growls also while typing this his name autocorrected to pelican and i cannot stop fucking laughing

- omg DMITRY REFERENCE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD (it’s like 1130pm where i am, sorry to my apt neighbors)

- also omg i am crying at this allegiance letter with sputnik, i love both how thoughtful and it is and how it highlights each member and their personality - and that the return of sputnik returned some good memories back to nikto <3, shoutout to any PTSD folx who also deal with blankouts, flashbacks, and having good memory recall be a total struggle street - i think i would openly sob if someone did for me the emotional equivalent of what velikan (and allegiance and by extension reader) did for nikto here with sputnik <3 (and now im remembering IRL times people have done this for me and now im crying omg THE POWER OF FANFIC Y’ALL)

-AH YEGOR CAMEO? MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR IN ALL OF COD? (madstro, there’s only one ukrainian operat-SHUT UP I SAID MY FAVORITE UKRAINIAN OPERATOR SHOWED UP)

- also i love how Velikan is written here - “This motherfucker was going to get him put on Fatal Attractions.” i would chill and fuck with him and also probably kill for him hahaha jk or am i-

- very into this irresponsible driver yet simultaneously responsible dog dad rodion rn

- also love the small touch of velikan removing his mask to look yegor in the eye asking if krueger is dead or not

the absolute ride this fic took me on???? incredible incredible incredible this is going in my list of top favorite COD fics @keysorsomething and if i could boost this in the nikto fics tag i would but i'll mostly just be salivating here in the corner over this fic in the meantime, tyvm <3

#madstrothought #FaFiCoWriMo #call of duty #nikto #Keysorsomething #touch-starved nikto fics #The Shape #Easing Into It #Into The Hyena's Den #SPUTNIK the hyena #Bright & Early #Unprofessional #Everyone has a Reason to Stay (Primireniye)

[trulytiredhermit]

Ugh you guys know what I could love to see in a Reader x Linked Universe Drabble?

Resident Evil Reader x The Chain.

And when I say resident evil reader I mean like an Ethan Reader, like was just a normal person but they they got this mysterious distress call from their friend and just got pulled into everything.

I’m not going to say too much about Resident Evil Biohazard or Village, but for those of you who know what happens to Ethan y’all know the angst and trauma Reader would have been out through.

So like here’s the spoilers then now

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So like Reader would have gone through the complete horrific shit show that was Resident Evil biohazard where a small nice family got their minds taken over and were infected by this humanoid bioweapon known as Evelyn that can control people through this special mold and spores.

Not only can she control them she can severely and grotesquely enhance them. Like true body horror stuff.

And to some of those who she infects with her “gift” they simply turn into zombie like black mold covered monsters with razor sharp teeth and no kind of their own. Their only thoughts being to rip, tear, and kill anyone in front of them.

Not to mention the killer traps and puzzles Reader had to go through due to the infected family’s crazy and sadisitc son Lucas.

But in the end Reader was able to make it out and save their missing friend after killing the big bad, which was Evelyn who turned into a true monstrous being like Calamity Gannon had only she was made of this black mold substance.

But then, perhaps not even 2 years later, Reader goes through another situation like this. Just when they thought they were safe.

This time Reader has to fight the monstrous 4 lords and this mother Miranda figure, who is seen as like a goddess to the small town Reader finds themselves in.

Once again just another traumatic shit show for Reader as they search for their friend again and their friend’s daughter.

Having to fight against werewolf like individuals, mechanically enhanced individuals, psychotic dolls, and sadisitc vampire like beings Reader’s really put through the wringer.

And then only to find out from a certain Mother Miranda that they’ve actually been infected with the mold from the previous game, the same thing that infected the 4 lords and the baker family. Reader died back then when they were trying to save their friend from that infected family.

They’re only alive now because of the mold.

And then just blah blah blah Reader has to go through being killed by Mother Miranda and then reviving themself with the mold and they eventually defeat Mother Miranda and save their friend and their friends baby.

However to truly kill the monstrous being Mother Miranda became Reader sacrifices themselves and takes a bomb with them to where the like hive mind/the root of the mold/essentially Mother Miranda honestly is and sets off the bomb because they were already dead anyways.

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(END OF RE 7 and 8 SPOILERS)

But then Reader wakes up confused and dazed on this grassy plain within this beautiful forest.

They can remember what they went through and what happened and they start thinking that this must be heaven or something. Like this must be where they went to when they died.

But then eventually they end up meeting people and then the Chain and they realize that something is seriously wrong now. That they somehow aren’t dead, but also aren’t in their original world anymore.

I just… my brains going BRRRRRR right now for the angst and trauma and just the pure unadulterated horror that the Chain would feel if Reader tells them about their world and what they had to go through.

And the best thing? Reader would probably definitely choose to stay in the Chain’s world. They wouldn’t ever want to go back.

#trulytiredhermit #linked universe #linked universe x reader #LU AU idea #bit of a cross over I guess #poor reader bro

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I ask for some nsfw Riddler (one of the classic versions) with an s/o who hasn't gotten any from him in a while because he's been really busy on some project. And while he tries his best to make time for them, he hasn't had enough time for that particular thing.

S/o also has a thing for sex in workplaces, so they decide to give him an unexpected (but not unpleasant) visit.

"Business Meetings" 60's Riddler x Reader

Ok you said classic and my brain went to 60s Riddler. Who could be more classic than that on my list? Keep in mind anytime I write for 60s riddler, it is a utopian version of the 60s in which racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc is just non-existent. If the show/movie could get away with half the wacky shit it did, I think we can have leeway with historical prejudices.

Anyways, I just went for it. I share the trait of verbosity with the Riddlers at times, unfortunately.

TW: NSFW, Exhibitionism (kinda), light bondage play

You were dating the Riddler, aka Edward Nygma. This was certainly not something you had planned for yourself in your life but here you were. He was handsome, he was charming- Funny and sweet- Yes, a complete and utter dramatic dork, but you loved all that about him.

It didn't hurt that the sex was fantastic. You had discovered rather quickly in your relationship that riddles weren't the only thing he held deep desire for, nor gave a vast depth of attention to. Even when he had long finished himself, he always made sure you were taken care of. He never shamed you for any of your desires. In fact, the purring praise he loved showering on you while you got off gave the opposite impression.

Yet as he plotted and preened for his next grandiose criminal outfit against the Batman, you found yourself... lacking, in a sense. In most ways nothing had changed. He still made time to care for you and support your daily ambitions. Edward was busy but he wasn't leaving you completely in the dust. Except... well. You found yourself missing the physical intimacy he wasn't able to give you in these times.

There was this thought in your mind- it had occurred before but you never gave much credence to it. Sex in the workplace was rather risky. Especially given some of the workplaces and people Edward worked with. As you went without sex, however, the thought kept creeping up into the corners of your mind. Maybe... Perhaps...

The worst that could happen was him telling you it was a bad time.

He always let you know where his current hideout was, in case of emergency. You had a spare key. Dressing in the academia style that you knew drove him crazy, you let yourself in to see him hunched over his desk with plans. His coat was hung up on a nearby rack.

Your voice reached him just as your hands curved over his shoulders to his chest, "Hello, Mr. Nygma." A small chuckle vibrated in his chest at your touch. He was fast to take your hands to lay kisses on them both.

He then turned his head to look at you, "Hello, my pretty." His eyes widened as the full view of you reached him. Those same eyes looked at you up and down before slowly tracing your legs as his body turned around in the chair.

A hum, "And to what do I owe such a vision before me? Tell me, why did the boyfriend ask his partner for a map?"

With a small laugh, you played along, "Hm... I think I know. But you should tell me anyways." You'd heard this one before. From him. That didn't make it less charming every time he said it.

"Because he got lost in their eyes." A gleeful giggle escaped from him just as that dreamy look on his face met yours, "Ah. But you didn't answer the first question. Did I forget a holiday of some sort?"

You leaned against a nearby wall as he started to get up from his chair, "I missed you." That made him pause. A sympathetic look.

Then his face curled into a grin, "Another riddle for my sweet! What did the giraffe ask the... handsome male giraffe?"

The laugh that escaped you let him know how cheesy that was. Yet, you couldn't help leaning in closer to flirt, "Wanna neck with me?"

The walls of the hideout echoed with his high pitched cackling as he grabbed you by the waist to swing you about, "How did I get so LUCKY? A beauteous brain and wit sharp as a tack! You really are my perfect match, aren't you?"

Before you could respond, however, you found the answer to the riddle apt. His lips found your neck and got to work. His hands aided yours in shakily undressing your top half. As his tongue found your collarbone, you mentally praised yourself on this grand idea. A vibratory moan left his throat as your hands moved into his hair to give a light tug.

The desperate way he was unbuttoning his vest told you how much he needed this, too. Now it was your turn to cover his face and neck with kisses. He was undoing his tie and groaning at your loving affection.

"Poor thing. Poor, poor dear." He teased, "To think I left you in such a state."

The palm of your hand lay flat over his front, moving down until it sat over the bulge of his cock. He hisses as you squeezed and was quick to grab your wrist.

He tsked at the movement, "Now, now. Think of how I've been without your touch. If we rush things, it'll be over far too quickly." You couldn't help but concede with a nod. It was too tempting to get right to the good part. What you really wanted.

The silken material of his tie came to rest over your wrists. He kissed you on the lips as his fingers deftly tied your hands together. There was something thrilling about the fact he didn't even have to look. While you could never let it get out, tying and binding was something that your paramour was not only fantastic at, but he deeply enjoyed it. Yet with you it was always gentle. You could break out if you really wanted to.

But you both know you didn't.

The train of thought was reinforced as his kissing moved to your jaw and you could feel his fingers lacing under the tie to ensure it wasn't too tight. Then he pulled so your body pressed closer to his. Both of you laughed as you leaned forward to lay kisses on him. The texture of his gloves reached your abdomen as he began to pull off your lower half of clothing.

You took the opportunity to lace your bound hands over his head to rest on his shoulders. With the two of you pressing your bodies together, he kissed you eagerly and hard on the lips, all while pressing you to walk backwards. He guided you to a nearby desk where he scooped you up on top of the surface. If you opened your eyes, you'd see those baby blues staring back with a dopey, loving gaze.

"Cherub, how I've missed this." He moved to kiss your shoulders and neck and your hands grasped at the back of his shirt, "Everything about you... Such a perfect specimen..." His kisses went to your arm, his eyes wound tight. You found yourself pulling him closer, your legs around his waist.

It just made him grin, "Trying to tell me something? Use your words, why don't you?"

"Please, Edward." You quietly asked.

As he unzipped his pants, he teased, "Have you no shame? What if someone found us like this? Oh... Someone could walk in right now."

Both of you looked to the door in a dramatic pause. He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek as you looked away, causing you to laugh. You couldn't lie, the idea of it... Of course you didn't really want anyone to see this. But the thought made you quiver. The moan you gave him feeling his cock at your entrance was confirmation of that.

As he kissed you, you could hear the sound of a drawer opening. You looked to see him grabbing a tube of- Oh, is that-

"You have that here?" You asked, motioning your head to the container of lube.

A sheepish look washed over his face, "I thought it could be a possibility, at some point. Why not be prepared, my pretty?"

With that, he coated his cock and pressed it further against you until the tip pressed inside. He sighed against your neck as he gave shallow thrusts. You could tell he was trying to pace himself, but you couldn't help the whine that came out. The response of the riddler was to press deeper which made both of you shudder. It was apparent it had been just a touch too long.

"Sweetest thing- to be..." He murmured, "What is... Why are men like chocolate bars?"

You couldn't help but laugh out a moan, "I don't kn- Oh fuck, please don't stop."

The pace increased as Nygma found his rhythm, a shaky laugh leaving his throat. His lips close to your ear, he purred, "Because they're sweet, smooth and head directly for the... hips." A harsher thrust up. The barking laughter that turned to moans filled the room.

You grasped at his face to kiss him, your orgasm close. Weeks without the intimacy between you wound tight in the core of your stomach. Your hand couldn't compare. Given his uncharacteristic silence, you supposed he felt the same. His fingers were pressing tight into the curve of your thighs and ass as he ebbed and flowed with you.

One last kiss and you were coming undone on his cock. You could feel his face beaming against yours as you softly cried out his name and came down from your high. Just before you could get too sensitive, he finished shortly afterwards. His groans pulsated sloppily into your mouth as he did. The warmth of his cum inside you, then dripping out. Something about it all made you suspect he was trying very hard not to finish before you did. A gentleman.

His hands supported your lower back as you pulled your hands back in front of you. Once you were stable sitting up, he untied your wrists.

He kissed both of them, "Worth the trip?"

"Eddie, you're always worth the trip." You sighed breathlessly, "....Are they really going to come back soon?" Suddenly, you felt very naked in his hideout. So so very naked and full of cum.

"Hm?" He looked puzzled for a moment before clicking his tongue, "Ah- No. They won't be back for hours. I just said that to get you excited. Did you like it?"

A nervous nod, "Yeah... Just not..."

"I understand." He kissed you softly, "I'm not so willing to share this vision of you, either. But- I'm sure we could get away with a lot if you wanted. You'd be amazed what you can sneak past people's eyes when they don't want to see it."

The blush on your face definitely portrayed your thoughts on that. He assisted you to sit up and gather your clothes. His eyes moved again over your body as you dressed, a soft look in his eyes. Unless you were mistaken, you'd think he was melting all over again. Before he could get too lost in the thought he was straightening out his tie as best as he could before pulling it back over his neck.

Fully dressed, you came over to tie it for him, "Satisfactory, Mr. Nygma?"

A wink, "Please, my pretty, just call me The Riddler."

You had a feeling it wouldn't be nearly the same wait from this time to the next.

#60s riddler #66 riddler #foxwriting #x reader #smut #anyways 60s riddler ironically has the most game of all of them #I don't smoke but know in my minds eye i'm doing an after fuck smoke as I publish this