#i cant wait to bring him to a con

[tabooiart]

thought the beetlejuice followers might like to know that i did a cosplay

pardon the bad hair this was just a quick try-on i didnt feel like styling it properly <3

#(psst u didnt hear this from me but u can follow _hysterical_cats_ on instagram to see my cosplay content) #cosplay #beetlejuice cosplay #beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #ive been waffling about whether to post this here on tumblr cuz like thats my faceeeee #but i already post my face on instagram so whatevah #this took so long btw. probably at least 30 hours #not super hard just so tedious #so many stripes #i cant wait to bring him to a con #my bestie is gonna be my lydia !!!

[mister13eyond]

Not sure if you’ve seen but there’s at least one more Reigen poll, the winner of the Most Pathetic Man contest will face up against him for the finale.

HAJSHSHA I HADN'T HEARD THAT BUT IM SO GLAD.... THAT'S SO GOOD whether he wins or loses he loses, we love it

#i love him #stinky con man bastard #fast talking adhd ass graphic design is my passion ass #i adore him #cant wait to find out if hes truly the most pathetic fictional man #thank you anon this brings me joy

[br4tphobia]

# — 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 !

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! : 1.6k wordzz, connie x black fem ! reader, shorttt, proof read? nah. reader is wearing a sundress obvi, petnames (princess, ma/mama, baby ) you/your pronouns useddd 𝐍𝐒𝟒𝐖 + unprotected sex (condoms yall condoms!!), con talks you through yo orgassmmm, smut with not much plot obvi, fingering (f received) boob suckinn, choking, cowgirl, tummy bulgeeee, car sex, missionary, and dirty talk as always!!

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! : oh did i tell yall this from experience? yhh 🥴 (NO THAT NIGGA DID NOT NUT IN ME.) @digitalreblogs here bby!!

a sigh fell from your lips, you miss him already and its only been an hour. you cant be this hooked onto this boy! right now, youre on the phone with your friend, liv. telling her everything that happened last night when he came over. until you get another notification from him, immediately making you smile.

“girl why is he tellin me to get readyyy!” you laughed at reading out the message connie sent you to liv. “girll get ready right neow!!”

“i sho am, hello??” you prop up your phone as liv watches your scavenge through your drawers and closet, you was becoming upset about having nothing to wear until you found this sundress, it was simple and cute, you could style it with anything. but you only threw a simple jean jacket ontop with your favorite fair of fuzzy slippers.

“oo shit girl you look cutee!”

“furreal? bc if im lookin bummy and you let me leave like this imma beat yo ass.” you’d pout, liv laughed. “puhleasee girl y’know i would nevaa”

“yeayeaaa..”

you stared at him coming closer on maps, which made your stomach sink deeper. “boo im kinda scared” — “why?? all that nasty shit yall did last night, you wasnt scared then?”

“girl. thats the point!” hearing another laugh from liv, “im sure youll be fineee.” — “girl i hop—“ the sound of your doorbell rung throughout the house, you swear your heart dropped to your ass. “what happened???” her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, “hes here girl.. ill call you back!” — “oh! ok have funnnn”

you both shared your goodbyes as you rush to the door, not hesitating to open it. “hey princess” a small smile was on his face, “hi con” he went in for a hug, your gladly took that offer, his cologne clouding your nostrils. he smelt good (like always.)

connie led you to his car, opening the door for you.

once he got in his eyes are immediately on you. the way the dress hugged your body perfectly, displaying every curve and dip. it wasnt long before he pulled over by a curbside.

you notice connie eyeing your beautiful physique again before unbuttoning his pants. “c’mere.” his voice was deep, seeing his semi-hard sitting in his boxers, which made you not hesitate to climb onto his lap, immediately having his lips touch yours. your tongue running over his as you both roam your hands on eachother. you feel his hands pull your dress up to your waist as he started playing with your clothed clit. humming out in pleasure. trailing down your neck with kisses, all you could do is grind on his lap waiting for the main thing you wanted. he knew it too although he wanted to make you wait.

“c-con..” his fingers playing through your folds making you choke on your words. “you can wait.” inserting his middle and ring into your slicked sex, earning a moan out of you. already going to work inside your walls, with his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. you reach your hand down to his now-hard dick, stroking him a few times, hearing connie let out a groan. his fingers still pumping and scissoring inside of you so good youre damn near riding his hand. letting out honey sweet moans in his ear, muffling them in the crook of his neck. you curse at his sly fingers bringing you closer to the edge with every flick of his wrists. “g’na cum already? youre getting wetter princess..” you felt embarrassed, how he could turn you into

“y—yes oh my god..” bucking your hips against his fingers eagerly for your orgasm inching closer to you, “cmon..give it to me, pretty.” his voice caressing your ears, hearing his cute sounds as you jerk him off slowly. “like that! shitt” your head flew back with a string a moans from your throat.

“a little more..fuckk” youre pulsing on his fingers, feeling your release coming. “make a mess, mama.” connies voice triggering your orgasm, gripping on his shoulders as he talks you through it. whispering sweet nothings in your ear while kissing on your neck. “fuck..con..” broken whines passing your lips, coming down from your high. “there you go..” his thumb still rubbing your pretty pearl, your cum stained thighs shaking from overstimulation.

“ready mama?” you didnt know what he was talking about until your felt his tip slide through your wet folds. a small gasp left your lips as you immediately hum a response. “words, princess.” — “mm…yes” you can feel him smile against your neck as he inserts his tip, holding a grip on your hips to help you sink down on his 7 inches, you both sharing a moan.

sitting there for a while to adjust to his size, his hands slid to your ass guiding you. “ouu shit..” your back arched, your breasts so close to his face. he just cant help but tug the upper part of your dress down and take a nipple in his mouth, suckling on it like there was no tomorrow. adding more sensations throughout your body, bouncing on his dick with his hand slapping your ass — he wishes he could see the ripples display like water waving.

“fuck...” your arms sat around his neck, head lowered right by his ear so he could hear all your sweet sounds he loves oh so much. the way your tongue carries the vowels of his name will never be attractive to him.

he started to thrust up into you a bit, his tip kissing your cervix sweetly as you already feel your second orgasm approaching. “shit g’na cum again ..” another pornographic sound leaving your mouth, along with your nipple leaving his.

“my godd..” you slow down, basically grinding on him to ride out your second high. “shit.. mama.” he’d groan with his head burried in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath fanning. he pulled away and pecked your lips before you started riding again, overstimulation clouding your mind, but it feels so good you cant stop.

“yo shit so creamy ma.. fuckk” groanin back into your neck as you continue your pleasing motions. you know hes about to cum by the way hes panting and getting louder. “cmon make cum princess..y’know how to fuck me..” moans and groans are sharing together throughout the car.

it wasnt long until you felt his cut spurting inside your walls drawn out with a groan. humming at the soothing feeling, cock warming him for a while before he slapped your ass. “get in the back.” a smile crept on your face as you pulled his dick out of you, seeing a thick ring around his shaft. a few droplets of his seed dripping onto the arm rest while climbing into the back seat before laying down. connie, who is trailing behind you.

“whatchu smilin fo’?” — “oh n—nothing..” he slid his tip inside you, causing you to choke on your words once again. a small laugh erupting from his chest.

his hips met the back of your thighs with your legs on his shoulders, “ouu shit..” gripping on his bicep with his strokes deep and slow, already hitting your g-spot deliciously. “you like that? when i fuck you deep like this?” your eyes rolling at his voice, “yes! yess fuck..” he leans down and touches his lips with yours, immediately swirling tongues around eachother, moaning in his mouth as you feel his thumb on your clit.

“oh shittt” muffled into his mouth, he pulled away and started speeding up his thrusting. aiming for the roof of your pussy, seeing a tummy bulge appear. your moans turning into a silent scream as you grip on anything in reach. connie only watches in awe on how he could please you so good.

only thing heard is the squelching of your pussy, along with small gasps and moans. he knew he was fucking you good and loved it, seeing every facial expression on your face. your brain feels like mush, your mind only on him and his dick. “mmm dont stop..! cumming again!” that signaled him to go deeper, with his hand slithering around your throat, holding a small grip.

“baby..baby! ohh my goddd.” — “i know, i know.” slowing down his thrusts, rolling his hips into yours with passion. “y’so wet mama..” followed with a small moan from him. you swear youre seeing stars, slurirng your inaudible words. “wanna gimmie one more? i know you can princess.” you hum out another response just you have your face grabbed, “words” — “y—yes.. i can.” your voice cracking as you focus on your pleasure. sticky lips parting to let out the sweetest sounds hes thriving on. running your hands over his skin layered with thin sweat ontop.

“fuckfuckfuck..” cursing at the rhythm of his pace, you can feel it near, its so far yet so close. “dont stop dont stop dont fuckin’ stop..” you both maintain eye contact, his are low — heart eyes would appear if they could. “you so pretty ma..” a another smile, showing off your pretty whites with your mouth forming into an ‘O’ soon from the spots hes hitting. “mmmfuhhck!” your wrap your arms around his neck, staring into his pretty hazel eyes.

“m’close baby..” — “yea? cmon princess, im there with you.” he switches both of your legs on his right shoulder, hitting the perfect spot you never knew existed. the wet sounds of your pussy growing louder by the second along with your whines. “hold out f’me.” — “i gotchu, mama.” cursing under his breath as he removes your arms and holds your hands. “a little more m’soso close..” your whole body feels like jelly, every stroke is like small sparks of electricity that pushes a moan out of you every time.

“shitshitshitt m’cumming..cum wimmie please..” pulsing around his dick, with the ring around his shaft thicker. he gave you a few more thrusts before sinking into you, you knew he was cumming the way you both shared moans together.

he kissed you, before he pulled out. “sorry. you look good s’all.” panting as you look at him with disbelief, only to see a goofy ass smile on his face.

#connie x black y/n #aot connie x black reader #connie smut #connie springer x black reader #connie springer smut #connie springer x black!reader #connie springer x reader #snk connie #connie x black!reader #connie x black reader #connie x y/n #connie x you #connie aot #aot connie #connie x reader smut #aot smut #x black fem reader

[in1-nutshell]

Hello there, so I saw one of the ask was the tfp autobots react to bot buddy with Wednesday Adam's personality so I was hoping you can continue it for RID 2015 with the autobots

We are bringing back some older Buddy's I see.

Bee doesn't know how to feel about seeing his pseudo sibling again and dealing with their antics again.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy with the personality of Wednesday Addams with Team Bee

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

RID 2015

Bumblebee

When Bumblebee asked Prime’s spirit for help, he meant like someone like Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Ratchet, he would even take Smokescreen.

He was not expecting Buddy to roll into the scrapyard unannounced one night.

He has to tell everyone not to attack them multiple times.

He knows Buddy doesn’t exactly look like the friendliest bot on the block, but he knows them well, he just hopes that enough to convince his team for now.

Buddy standing by Bee’s side as he introduces everyone to them.

“Buddy this is the team. The two you knocked out are Strongarm and Sideswipe. The Dinobot is Grimlock, and the Samurai with the minibots are Drift, Jetstream and Jetstorm.”—Bumblebee

“Buddy?”—Russel

Buddy looks down at the two humans and kneels to further inspect them.

Sideswipe is about to interfere when Bee holds a servo for him to wait.

Denny looks a bit nervous at the Bot while Russel just stares back.

“That is my designation. And you are?”--Buddy

“I’m Russel. That’s my Dad, over there. You don’t look like a ‘Buddy’.”--Russel

“What do I look like?”--Buddy

“Shadowbitter or, I don’t know, Darksteel?”--Russel

Buddy raises their optics a bit.

Buddy extends a digit for Russel to shake.

“I like this one Bumblebee. I can’t wait to wreak havoc with you.”--Buddy

Rusty smiles a bit, while Bee groans in the background.

Don’t get him wrong, he appreciates the extra help.

It took him a while to get used to their antics.

What Bumblebee doesn’t quite understand is how Buddy and Russel managed to click so quickly.

He finds that he missed his pseudo-older sibling’s dark humor and antics after a bit.

There is no way he is going to tell the team this information.

Strongarm

Strongarm immediately thought Buddy was a Con that snuck into the scrapyard. Naturally she tried to arrest them.

She went down so fast.

Sideswipe doesn’t let her live that down, even though he also got taken down just as fast.

But when hearing who this Bot was, she has a complete change in perspective.

Strongarm looking at the Bot next to Bee.

“Wait your telling us this is The Buddy?”--Strongarm

Buddy raising their optic at Bumblebee.

“You haven’t been telling them good stories about me, right? The best stories are my worst.”--Buddy

Buddy and Bee jumping a bit hearing a squeal.

Strongarm fangirl noises in the background.

Buddy looking at Bumblebee.

“…When I make it out of here alive, I have that burial shroud for your grave when I’m done with you.”--Buddy

Strongarm fangirl’s a bit.

They were after all, a part of the original Team Prime, and worked with Bumblebee in the past.

So, they cant be all that bad right.

Not a fan of the dark humor.

Not her taste.

Has many questions for Buddy, but half of the time Strongarm holds it in, for fear of angering the bot.

Sideswipe

Sideswipe will deny ever having attacked Buddy on their first day at the scrapyard.

He is floored seeing this scary looking Bot standing so casually next to Bumblebee and him just being cool with it.

The confusion is great with this Bot.

He tries to act cool in front of Buddy.

Sideswipe wants to patrol with Buddy sometime, but he is also a bit scared of the idea.

He is not afraid of asking Buddy for stories of young Bumblebee.

He finds most of their antics funny, but occasionally he feels off about it.

“What other stories you have about Bumblebee?”--Sideswipe

“Why do you want to know? To exploit his weaknesses? Blackmial material?”--Buddy

Sideswipe mentally sweating a bit.

“Maybe?”--Sideswipe

Buddy pulling out a data pad.

“I have 25 videos from our time at the base on this data pad. If I find more, I can show them.”--Buddy

Meanwhile Bumblebee somewhere in the Scrapyard.

“…Somethings wrong…”--Bumblebee

Grimlock

Grimlock was about to step in when he saw Drift and the mini’s start fighting the Bot after they soloed Strongarm and Sideswipe.

He is the first to believe Bumblebee when he says that Buddy is a good guy like them.

He is a bit confused by Buddy’s dark humor and antics, but he just rolls with it. Sometimes he finds himself laughing even though he doesn’t get it.

Any friend of Bee is a friend of his.

He likes to hear some of the stories from Team Prime has.

“Can you tell me about the fight with Predaking again?”--Grimlock

“The one I’ve told you about 7 times this week? Aren’t your audials going to fall off with hearing anymore of that story.”--Buddy

Grimlock looking confused but waiting for the story.

“… So, I was face to face with the giant Predacon…”--Buddy

Drift

Drift tried to fight Buddy as soon as he saw them take out Strongarm and Sideswipe.

He stood toe to toe with the bot even with his students’ help.

He is confused when Bumblebee tells them to stop.

He is on guard the entire time.

He does not care that Bumblebee claims they are friendly; their entire stance says differently.

He is not a fan of their humor or antics.

He is fully convinced that they are a con in disguise.

He does eventually get used to them, but it takes a while.

Drift looking around the Scrapyard for his students.

CRASH!

He turns the corner to see Buddy balancing Jetstream in one servo while Jetstorm in stuck on a sticky target.

“What do you think you’re doing?”--Drift

Buddy looking at him dead in the optics.

“Target practice.”—Buddy

#transformers x reader #bot buddy #tf rid 2015 x platonic reader #tf rid15

[mskenway97]

Tasty au where a con is about to come around the corner and the human knows that the bot cant fight with them in their hands…so how about somewhere else? Before the bot can do anything the human is in their mouths saying that they have to swallow them. At first the bot adamantly refused but as the human sqirmed in their mouth they can’t help but moan at the taste. “It’s to keep the safe” they reason as they gulped the human down. They can feel their tanks expand with the new weight. They have a short amount of time to savor it before they have to defeat the con…but after while waiting for a ground bridge or a bot to help bring back the con they rubbed their belly in satisfaction while occasionally burping. Safe Vore.

well anon I have to say that I love this request, I have been thinking a lot to see which is the right decepticon. So I have selected Breakdown for this occasion ^^. I choose a human reader

Tfp Breakdown x gn!human!reader

A delicious surprise

Words: 1016

Warning: g/t content, safe vore, tasty au @callsign-relic, kidnapping

Y/N knew this wasn't a good idea but you couldn't just stand by and watch. It had happened that the Decepticons had captured his guardian: Smokescreen. Y/N knew that of the two of you he was the one keeping him under control but this time he didn't decide to listen to you or Ratchet. And now Y/N was sneaking past groundbridge in order to find him. It was a cave that looked like a maze, the autobots would be entertaining the cons. As Y/N searched that winding place to see where your guardian was. Y/N was very concerned despite the trouble smokescreen was causing Y/N, he liked to listen to his voice and his funny answers. Something in Y/N's gut told him that the place was too empty…. Then Y/N found Smokoscreen who was being beaten and guarded by one of the big guys, one of Bulkhead's rivals. Breakdown. Y/N tried to think of a plan to free him, you could see Breakdown's servo turn into a hammer, as he wanted to deliver the coup de grâce to him. Then Y/N decided to be your bait, if Smokescreen survived at least it would help in the war as much as it terrified Y/N.

-Leave him alone! - Y/N shouted, drawing the attention of the giant being, who was moving away from Smokescreen and starting to walk fast towards Y/N. Good thing Y/N had the advantage of being smaller and hiding in the small holes. It looked like Y/N's plan was working and he had the exit right nearby but the Decepticon started to create his paths blocking Y/N's exit which was at a dead end.

Y/N felt the nerves and fear watching as the Decepticon approached him and grabbed her in his servo.-I don't know if you're too brave or too stupid to take on someone like me. Maybe Lord Megatron has plans for you," said Breakdown squeezing Y/N making her feel slight pain as he pulled you closer to his face.

Y/N ran through different possibilities of how he could die, or end up being tortured by the Decepticons for the rest of his life he had to think of something fast. But the ideas of escape all inflicted physical stamina, something Y/N didn't have. Then a fleeting and dangerous idea occurred to him, to keep himself safe.... What if he went inside the enemy? That way it would be impossible to be harmed, but the consequences of being locked inside a being gave Y/N the creeps, but what other choice did he have?

- I see you trembling, soft. Don't you have anything to say about it? - said Breakdown somewhat impatiently.Y/N gulped as Breakdown started walking back again. So the idea that came to Y/N's mind was to resist. She started to move with more energy. Breakdown didn't like so much movement in her servo.

- Stop moving around, softy! - Breakdown said increasingly frustrated with the human to squeeze him a little tighter.

Y/N hissed in pain but that didn't stop her as she began to let out small screams. Causing the Decepticon to stop and bring her face to face again.

-Scrap! Be still! - said Breakdown as Y/N saw his grip loosen and he lunged straight for its mouth.

The Decepticon was perplexed to see such an act.

- This is just for my safety," said Y/N as he went into the mouth.Y/N was feeling his fears triggered, he was having a hard time breathing in that humid environment and at the same time highlighting the flusflorescence.

The sight Y/N had of seeing a mouth on the inside he was not going to forget as the glossa of him tried to pull it out, Y/N struggled to get straight into the throat."I hope it doesn't hurt..." thought Y/N resigned and entering directly into the narrow path and slid down.Breakdown on the other hand couldn't believe what had happened, that human had willingly entered inside her mouth.

"What in the name of Primus was that human thinking?" thought Breakdown as he tried to pull Y/N out with his glossa but it was too late as he felt something moving in his esophagus.It felt strange but in the short time he felt Y/N, his taste... it was unique.... Something delicious.

Breakdown had heard many things about humans, primitive beings, stupid, proud... But Y/N seemed different. Breakdown felt how it moved in his esophagus, something that should have been disgusting to him was the opposite. It was pleasurable, it gave him warmth. He felt Y/N reaching his tanks.He rubbed his belly for a moment, as he enjoyed the sensation.

"Knock out vs killing me after I tell you. But maybe you can hold back to taste some more" thought Breakdown.

Breakdown saw a blaster shot coming from the badly wounded Smokescreen who was aiming at him.

The young bot looked distressed and at the same time hurt. He was desperately looking for Y/N.

- Where is Y/N? - Smokescreen shouted while Breakdown just looked at him for a moment.Breakdown rubbed his belly again to burp a little.Then Smokescreen understood right away where Y/N was making him go straight to attack him, but Breakdown stopped him.

- Your human is going to come in handy... Knock out I request a groundbridge - said Breakdown while Smokescreen tried to hold him but he was too weak to face him.

-I'm not going to let you take to Y/N! - shouted Smokescreen trying to fight him, if he could at least give time to the rest of the autobots to arrive but the rival was tenacious and he wasn't going to let Y/N go, but he fell to the ground badly hurt.Just as the groundbridge opened, he was going to pass Smokescreen but saw the autobots approaching.

Breakdown went straight in while Smokescreen stayed defeated, if he had listened to Y/N none of this would have happened.

On the other hand, Breakdown was delighted, if Knock out found a way to get Y/N out of his tanks he would have found a delicious new toy.

#sam writes #transformers #tfp #breakdown #breakdown x reader #tfp breakdown #tfp breakdown x reader #transformers x reader #transformers x human reader #tasty au #maccadam #transformers prime #maccadams #g/t #g/t vore #giant/tiny #transformers g/t

[yanderesimp2000]

Yan vox x fem reader chap 3

THIRD PART BABY

TWs, same as last time non-con touching, electroshock, Threats, Bullying, dacryphilia,sadism

REQUEST ARE OPEN I LOVE REQUESTS

your vox's "wife /pet" not really he kidnapped you forced you to kiss him and shocks you all the time and that leads you to where you are now bed ridden alone and whimpering in your glorified Cage Vox slowly walks towards the bed you are on, he towers above you. His hands resting on the side of the bed. his face a mix of cold apathy and amusement Vox leans down, his face is now close enough that you could feel every breath he breaths, his hands stay on the side of the bed still. "d-d-dont hurt me" you beg "oh come on cutie no need to be so scared~" his hand rubs your cheek gently vox's voice is a mix of sweet talk and playful mocking "oh come on I wouldn't hurt a fly~" you scoff and say "you shocked me till I was bed ridden" vox giggles "oh don't be so dramatic, that was nothing~ " he chuckles a bit but his hands become more rough on your cheek when he says that part vox leans even closer, his breath hot and rough on your neck, Vox is enjoying this you whimper a little "oh don't be so scared~ I think your adorable~" Vox continues rubbing your cheek but his hand starts going further down your body. "p-please stop" you weakly beg "aww but this is so much fun~" vox continues feeling up your arm "and you're sooo cute too~" vox says as he reaches your wrist before slowly bringing his hand down to your thigh vox starts moving his hand slowly up your thigh but he pauses when you speak again "d-d-dont.." vox pauses and looks down at you vox chuckles as if you just said something funny "oh come on, it's not even gonna hurt~" vox says as he rubs your thigh, slowly getting higher with his hand. vox's hand is moving pretty close to your hips, he is still rubbing/massaging your thigh. He is looking down so he doesn't see your fear but he definitely hears it in your voice. vox's hand continues moving up and he finally reaches your hip. his hand grips it tightly as he rubs it. "p-p-please don't" you beg quietly "oh don't be so pathetic, I'm just having some fun~" Vox says mockingly as he rubs your hips harder his grip tightening vox's hand is still rubbing your hips but then he moves it upwards to your chest, still rubbing and massaging it. You can feel the rough material of his pants against skin, he is looking at you waiting for you to squirm or try to pull away... you don't though to scared to do anything vox's hand is still rubbing your chest, he slowly reaches your chin and starts rubbing it gently. He then pauses and says "now, tell me. do you enjoy this~" vox says with a mockingly teasing tone in his voice... the look of a predator about him... you quietly say "n-n-no" vox scoffs "no? come on you're probably just shy~ I'll take that as a Yes~" vox's hands start rubbing harder up your chest again vox's hands reach closer to your neck as he rubs your chest and suddenly the grip on your chin gets tighter as he looks you in the eyes and starts applying some pressure "you cant do anything because your all mine MINE MINE MINE MINE" he says this very loudly scaring you vox's grip is still on your chin tightly but he loosens it ever so slightly "so I'm gonna play with you all I want~ and you can't do anything about it~" vox says in a mockingly sing-song tone. vox brings his hand down from your chin to your chest and rubs harder and faster, his breath becoming rougher as he gets more and more excited and amused by watching you try to stay perfectly still while he touches you vox giggle again and says "all mine MINE MINE MINE MINE" he laugh even louder vox chuckles "yes my little prisoner, mine mine mine mine~" he says as he continues rubbing your chest, his other hand is still on your hips. He is applying more pressure on the grip on your chin now that he's amused.

vox's grip on you is tight, he is rubbing your chest harder and faster as he chuckles. He is getting more and more amused by your fear and is enjoying it a lot. He squeezes your chin a bit more and says " "Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine" while his other hand is grabbing tighter on your hips vox continues rubbing your chest and squeezing your chin harder and harder as he gets closer to your neck, with his now free hand he starts grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm upwards. vox's grip on your wrist is tight and he keeps pulling upwards, he is now looking at your eyes with a mocking smile and you see that he is enjoying himself. He is rubbing harder and faster with the other hand and squeezes even harder with the one holding your wrist. he leans down and whispers "Mine Mine Mine Mine Mine" while starting to look at your neck.

the look on his face is pure manic obsession and its horrifying vox is enjoying this A LOT he is smiling even broader and his other hand which is rubbing and grabbing at your chest is squeezing it harder and faster, he is about to reach your neck. He is watching you look at him with an obsessive glint in his eyes, and he is starting to get a little rough, you feel his grip on your wrist starting to hurt you whimper and say " your hurting me" he chuckles manicly "aww you think this is hurting you?" vox laughs mockingly "this is nothing, the real fun starts when I get to your neck~" vox says that last part with a threatening tone, still rubbing your chest and grabbing tighter on your wrist. "owww owwy" was all you could say "oh stop complaining~" vox says mockingly "this hasn't even gotten interesting yet~" he is really enjoying this. his grip is getting tighter on your wrist, and the rub on your chest is getting more roughly now. his other hand is closer and closer to your neck "d-dont touch there" is all your scared little mind could say vox grins "oh but I'm gonna touch you wherever I want to, and there's nothing you can do about it." vox says in a cold manner while still rubbing your chest faster and rougher. He is about to take his hand up to your neck vox's hand starts moving up to your throat, he squeezes your wrist almost painfully hard. His grip is getting even tighter and he is rubbing your chest faster. he grins as he almost touches your neck.. "p-p-please don't" you whimper vox's hand is now on your neck and slowly he starts applying more pressure to it. His grip on your wrist is still very tight. He is grinning, enjoying himself. His breath is hot on your neck. vox grips your wrist tighter and you can hear his breathing slowly turn into a heavy pant. he is still rubbing your chest but he is doing it faster and harder with each pant. his free hand on your neck is now starting to apply more pressure, not very harshly but he is starting to cut off some of your airflow.

vox grips your wrist tighter and you can hear his breathing slowly turn into a heavy pant. he is still rubbing your chest but he is doing it faster and harder with each pant. his free hand on your neck is now starting to apply more pressure, not very harshly but he is starting to cut off some of your airflow. vox laughed and said "sh sh shhhh go to sleep you need to have a good nights sleep for our date tomorrow right" vox is still laughing but his grip on your neck and wrist are starting to feel even harder, painful even. the rubbing is also getting faster with less regard for your pain. vox is still grinning as he says "shhhh shhhhh its ok. everything is ok~" vox's grip is now very painful. his hands on your wrist and neck are squeezing so tight that you couldn't even move your hand or head if you tried. his breath is heavy and hot on your neck. vox laughs coldly and says "shh sh sh sh… shh shhh". his grip is starting to feel tighter and tighter by the moment.. you start fading from conscious Vox's grip is still very tight, even tighter than you thought was possible. at this point your body is trying to move on pure instinct but your brain is fading, it can't control your body well enough to fight the strength of his grip. you lose more and more consciousness until eventually Vox finally lets go and says "there now your fine all asleep " in a cold and mocking tone. you laid on the bed unconscious as he tucked you in "were gonna have so much fun on our date tomorrow" he said giddily

#hazbin hotel #romantic #yandere #hazbin hotel x you #yandere vox x reader #yandere vox #vox x you #yandere boy #yandere male #vox x oc #vox x reader #dark romance

[luimagines]

Another request because my brain has decided to start working somewhat the chain finding someone not from their world

This one... Is very vague. So don't mind if I take many creative liberties XD

Masterlist

Part one will include Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

Wild wasn't sure if he was meant to be looking at this person at the moment.

She had a high ponytail, with their quiver and shield strapped to their back. The sheath which held her sword rested at their hip, a very familiar sheikah slate was hooked on the other side.

She was blond with blue eyes and burn marks all over the side of their face in a very familiar pattern.

Wild gulped and stuck a hand out, trying to mean no harm. "Uh, hi. Why do you look like me?"

She eyes him with suspicion and slowly puts her hand in his. "I could be asking you the same thing."

"Hey Cub, have you seen- oh god there's two of them." Twilight fumbles out of the surrounding foliage. He blurts his words without thinking and points.

The girl eyes him with just as much suspicion, borderline glaring at him. Twilight shrinks back somewhat, not expecting this. "Hello...Can we help you?"

"You look familiar." She mutters and but shakes her head. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

Twilight coughs. "My name is Link and his name is Link. We're... actually not from here. But you can call me Rancher or Twilight. I respond to both. He goes by Champion or Wild. What's your name?"

She takes a step back, very purposefully looking them both up and down.. "...My name is Linkle..."

Twilight looks just as lost as Wild feels. Wild shakes his head, smacking his cheeks for good measure. He hopes that there's no triggered memory because of this. That would really bad at the moment.

"A new hero maybe?" He ventures tentatively. "We're going to have to tell the others."

She looks even more on guard. Her hand goes to rest on the hilt of her sword. "Others?"

Twilight nods, putting his hands up. "We have a group of others named Link...We're all heroes of Hyrule. Sound familiar?"

She doesn't relax but she nods. She makes no move to follow them though. "Where's Prince Zelden?"

Wild frowns. "Never heard of him....There's Princess Zelda though but she's not here right now."

Everything about her reminds him of himself but it's never been so... off. Is it because she's a girl or too similar to him? Wild cant figure it out.

He looks over Twilight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting a headache. Wild isn't sure why though. She's his look alike- Oh wait, that might be why.

Wild offers his arm like any good gentleman (Sky would be proud). "We all have questions, I'm sure. Together we can both try to figure out what's happening. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was about to start the fire."

She slowly reaches for his arm and nods. "...Yes. I'd like that actually. Thank you."

Twilight shakes his head. "I'll let the boy know we have company... Please don't set anything on fire."

"...I need to start the fire though."

"You know what I mean."

The girl next to him giggles. "I have a friend just like him. She tells me the same thing all the time."

Wild smiles. "She sounds fun."

Legend

He had to crane his neck to get a decent look at them.

They were huge, as big as a hinox. They had four arms and a massive maw full of razor sharp teeth. They has large scales on their body in a brilliant green color. The closest thing Legend could compare them to were beatle wings but they must much larger and hard as a rock.

"Admiring my armor?" They said. Their voice shook Legend to his core. Something about it spoke of power and restraint.

He finds himself nodding. "It's armor then? How do you put in on? There's no strap of anything."

They laugh. "Of course not. It's a part of my body. They've only gotten this strong because of all the times I've torn them off."

They poke their shells. It makes a small dull sound. They bring it closer for Legend to touch as well. He does, only because he has no idea what would be considered weird in this circumstance. It's smooth but warm. Solid. "Did it hurt, Sniper?"

"Of course." They pull back. "The blood is always a pain to clean up but it's necessary where I'm from. My people pick from the toughest warriors and strongest soldiers. There's someone I have my eyes on so I hope to prove myself tough enough to form a life bond."

Legend nods. He understands only the need to peacock to catch attention. He doesn't understand the rest of it.

"The Drev are a war species." They explain, as if that's an normal to say. "We pride ourselves in being unbeatable and we train our young from a young age to be a merciless on the battle field as out predecessors."

Legend finds himself only getting more freaked out by this conversation. Is this normal? Can someone call him or something? Get him out of this!

"We..." He tries to explain himself and his people. But how does he not piss off this giant behemoth of a creature?

They had met up while they were tracking down the shadow. The shadow ran out of a portal like their life depended on it and this...Drev, came out chasing him. It appears they they did enough damage to be thirsty for more.

It's unnerving.

No one really had a choice when they said they were traveling with hem now to track down the shadow and given their battle prowess... they weren't going to turn them away from that either.

"You are all soft and squishy." The drev pokes his leg. "It's incredibly you've all survived as long as you have."

They laugh and Legend is inclined to let them have their moment. Of course it's obvious that they've all had close calls. What does he even say to that?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew by this point that there were many worlds beside his own. His own world has changed so much that he could hardly recognize it outside of his own existence. It might as well be a different place entirely.

So when he comes face to face with a person who's entire bottom half is a serpentine, he's not exactly inclined to ask many questions at first.

Their eyes are bright and vibrant. Between the slits down the center and their yellow color, Hyrule finds himself drawn further into their differences.

Their tail is black with orange bands. Similar scales trail up their uncovered torso and over their joints and arms. Their hands are completely covered by the scales and end with razor sharp black tinted claws. The scales become more patchy by their neck, face and hairline and end when long black hair starts to grow out of their scalp.

Hyrule seems to focus more on the their face, trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. It only polite to hold relative eye contact. "Hello."

They slither away, crouching lower to the ground.

The others shout and cry out from just behind him. The creature has made itself known but apparently by mistake.

"Hyrule! Are you hurt?" Warrior calls out, running with his weapon out.

Hyrule forces himself to his feet. The sight of the new being has left him a little unsteady, but he doesn't want them to attack for no reason. "I'm ok! We're all good here!"

That gets them to slow down at least.

Legend makes it to him first with the help of his pegasus boots. Hyrule is tackled into a hug and pushed behind the other hero. "What on earth?"

"This is new to you too?"

"I've never seen anyone like them."

They slither back even farther and start going up a tree.

"Wait!" Hyrule moves away form Legend, even putting his hand on the outstretched blade to lower it. "Don't go away! We won't hurt you."

"But will they hurt us?" Warrior slide in, also holding his weapon.

"They didn't even do anything!" Hyrule tries to defend. "We just crashed together, that's all."

"Looked more like an ambush to me."

The snake being pulls themself higher into the tree, never taking their eyes off of the young boys as they begin to gather around.

Hyrule bounces his knee nervously and coughs. "Do you have a name?"

The person tilts their head and looks to the rest of them.

Legend clicks his tongue. "Do they even speak?"

"....Kara."

The entire group stills.

"My name is Kara."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #I'm going to make so many new characters #and keep none of them #are they aliens? from a different universe? alternate versions of them? #it's going to depend #i'm going to have to pull out all the stops lol #the drev are from starr-fall-knight-rise #they write for humans are space orcs #and they have an ongoing story and i love it #i might add their Vrull later... but I feel like that would be cheating XD #but go check them out if you're into that fandom

[adriennebarnes]

Parents Day

Masterlist

Paring: Xavier Thorpe x Mexican!Reader

Summary: it’s parent’s day and Xavier is finally going to meet his girlfriend’s parents.

Warnings: Spanish with translation. Boyfriend!Xavier, involved parents, probably many spelling mistakes

A/N: Since I don’t know much folklore or mythical creatures from different Latin American countries, I made the reader to be a catrina like La Muerte from Book of Life because it revolves around Mexican culture and that’s the culture I know the most. If you haven’t seen The Book of Life, La Muerte is made entirely of white sugar candy with knee-length black licorice hair that is tied in a low ponytail and multi-colored glowing eyes with aqua eyeshadow that are in shades of gold and red. Though a catrina itself is just a skeleton, La Muerte is different. La Muerte has magic to transform herself into a human, has telekinesis, can revive anything including nature, controls and generates fire, and in her catrina form, she leaves trail of marigold petals and levitates herself. So to avoid any confusion in Nevermore, Y/N is usually in the human form that she has created for herself. When her parents come in for parents day, they are in their catrina form. Xavier knows Y/N is a catrina but he has NEVER seen her in her catrina form. Understand? Cool.

This is how La Muerte looks, Y/N’s catrina form is basically like that but smaller since Y/N is younger. Y/N’s mom is basically La Muerte in her Catrina form

Y/N was hanging in Xavier’s art shed, just watching him paint.

“Are you excited for parents day tomorrow?” Xavier asked Y/N as she plays with the marigold plant she gave Xavier last week. “Kinda, why?” Y/N asked. “So I can finally meet your parents. You barely talk about them. Like I know you talk to them on the phone a lot but you never talk to me about them.” Xavier said as he got closer to Y/N. “There’s not much to tell, we’re a very Mexican family.” Y/N commented, waving her hand over the marigold so more flowers can sprout.

“Well I cant wait to meet them. I’ve even been practicing my Spanish.” Xavier said, sitting next to Y/N. “That’s good that you’ve been practicing.” Y/N commented. “I do have a question though, how come I’ve never seen you in your Catrina form?” Xavier asked. Y/N was shocked at the question, for the years you guys have been friends, months of dating, he has never asked this before. “I’ve been reading up on Catrinas so I don’t say anything stupid in front of your parents, right? In this book of Mexican Folklore, it says that a Catrina is made up of white sugar, candy, has black licorice for hair, their eyes are glowing candles, their faces are decorated, their clothes are made up of candy too. Catrinas are literally made up of sugar, slice, and everything nice! But they have the ability to take on different human forms. I’ve always seen you in your human for, how come I’ve never seen you in Catrina form?”

For Y/N it was a sensitive topic. Not that she didn’t like her Catrina form, she LOVED it, it was very beautiful, reminds her of when she would visit Mexico and see all her relatives. However, being the only Catrina in Nevermore, Y/N became self conscious.

“I’m not entirely comfortable with being in my Catrina form in front of people that are not my family.” Y/N said, when Xavier was about to say something, Y/N’s phone rang, a Luis Miguel song playing, Y/N got off the seat and walked towards his paintings. “My mom, LOVES him, bueno? (Hello)” Y/N answered the phone.

“Hola mi amor! Como has estado? Mañana es el Parents Day de tu escuela así que tu padre y yo vamos a estar contigo todo el día, llevaremos a tu hermano, me encantaría conocer a todos tus amigos. (Hello my love. How have you been? Tomorrow is Parents Day at your school so your dad and I will be with you the entire day, we’ll bring your brother with us too, I would love to meet all of your friends)” her mom said.

“Sí, claro mami. Van a estar con su forme humano o Catrina? (Yeah, of course. Are you guys gonna be in human form or Catrina form?)” Y/N asked. “Forme humano para no llamar mucho la atención. Pero eso sí, cuando ya me cansé, me vuelvo catrina, no entiendo como puedes mantenerte en forme humano todo el tiempo, aveces cansa (Human for to lay low. But once I’m tired, I’m going back to my Catrina form, I don’t get how you can stay in your human form all the time, it’s exhausting)” her mom commented. “Si lo sé, te hablo luego, adios (Yeah, I know, I’ll talk to you after, bye)” Y/N hung up the phone, Xavier just stared at her. “What?”

“I just love hearing you speak Spanish.” Xavier said with a loving smile. “Maybe you could teach me Spanish!” Xavier said, Y/N just laughed in disbelief, “Last time I tried teaching you Spanish, you didn’t pay attention like at all, so no. Stick to duolingo, guapo.” Y/N commented. “I know that word! It means handsome, right?” Xavier asked Y/N as he got up to stand in front of her, his hands on her hips. “Yes it does, good job.” Y/N said, Xavier leaned down and kissed her. They continued kissing until they ran out pf breath. “If we keeping kissing like that, I won’t be able to stop.” Xavier said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’m going back to my dorm, don’t stay here too late.” Y/N said, giving Xavier one final kiss before leaving his art shed. As Y/N was walking back to Ophelia Hall, she was making figures with her fire powers, so much fun. She saw Yoko and Enid talking.

“Finally you’re here! We’re having a sleepover in the dorm, Divina and Wednesday are coming too.” Yoko told Y/N. “Are you sure Wednesday is the sleepover type?” Y/N asked, looking at Enid. “Maybe she’ll surprise you. I can’t wait to meet your parents tomorrow! What are they like? Are they really made out of candy? Are they coming in their Catrina form? I was asking Wednesday about Catrinas because Xavier has the book.” Enid said and Y/N was shocked. “Why do you want to learn about Catrinas?”

“Because you are one! No one is teaching us about different creatures and outcasts from around the world so I gotta learn.” Enid said. They entered Yoko and Y/N’s dorm and waited for Divina and Wednesday for the sleepover. “How is your mom dealing with the whole ‘not being able to wolf out’ thing?” Yoko asked Enid as Enid was painting Y/N’s nails a pastel blue color. “She’s not handling it well, I swear, we she comes for Parents Day, it’s going to be awful. I’m better off meeting Ajax’s parents, that doesn’t sound too bad, actually.” Enid said, a few minutes later Divina and Wednesday showed up. “Girls, you’re just in time, sit on the floor, let’s get started.” Yoko said.

Meanwhile Xavier and Ajax were playing video games. “Dude, I just don’t know what to say to her parents. What if they don’t speak English?” Xavier said. “There’s a reason why you’ve been learning Spanish. Just relax, her parents can’t be different from Y/N, you’ve been learning about Catrinas, why are so nervous about meeting them tomorrow?” Ajax asked, they have been having this same conversation for a week.

“I don’t know, i just want to make a good first impression.” Xavier said. “I’m sure you will. Now one last round before you go back to your dorm.” Ajax said.

The next day was Parents Day, Principal Weems finished her announcement. Enid was sitting with her parents, Wednesday was with her parents and Pugsley, Xavier and Y/N were sitting together at a table, talking to Ajax.

“There is no way you stoned yourself. I thought there were some showers without the mirrors.” Y/N said as she laughed after hearing Ajax’s story about why he couldn’t make his date with Enid. “There are! Those were taken though, such a horrible experience, even if it does last a couple of hours.” Ajax said. “My folks are here, I’ll talk to you guys later.” Ajax said, hugging both Y/N and Xavier. When Y/N and Xavier were talking, Y/N saw her parents walks in…they were in Catrina form. “Ay, no manches (no way)” Y/N said looking at her mom, she walked towards her parents.

“Hola hoja, como has estado? (Hi, how have you been?)” Y/N’s dad asked her, hugging her. “Pensé que iban a estar en forme humano, qué pasó? (I though you guys were gonna be in human form, what happened)��� Y/N asked her dad, getting out of his hug. “Dante quería estar en su forme alebrije, por lo menos tu hermano está en forme humano (Dante wanted to be in his alebrije form, at least your brother is in human form)” Y/N’s mom said. “You couldn’t give me a warning?” Y/N asked her brother. “I would have but mom took away my phone.” Y/N’s brother said, she was gonna keep talking to him until she felt Xavier come up from behind her and hugged her.

“Are these your parents, babe?” Xavier asked. “Obviously, mami, papi, él es Xavier, mi novio. (Mom, dad, he is Xavier my boyfriend.)” Y/N said. “Mucho gusto conocerlos, señor y señora, mi español no es muy bueno pero estoy tratando lo mejor que puedo (nice you meet you, my Spanish isn’t really good but I’m doing the best I can)” Xavier said and Y/N looked proud, she kissed his cheek.

“Well, Xavier, it is nice to meet you too. Where are your parents?” You mom asked in English but with an accent. “My dad couldn’t make it.” Xavier said. “Oh that’s fine son, just spend the day with us, it will be fun, we brought tacos.” Y/N’s dad said. Xavier smiled, “I would love that, thank you.”

They went to the park/picnic area of the school so they could eat. “Here you go, honey, you should add the salsa to your taco, it tastes so good.” Y/N’s mom said. “Sure, thank you, is it spicy?” Xavier asked. “No, not really.” The whole family replied, Xavier added the salsa to his taco and took a big bite, a few seconds later, his eyes were watering and drank about half his bottle of water. “That’s really spicy, what the heck.” Xavier said.

“Rule number one; of a Mexican says something isn’t spicy, it is. If they say it’s a little spicy, it’s very spicy. If they says it’s very spicy, don’t eat it. Now you’re all caught up.” Y/N said as she finished her taco. The day continued that way until everyone’s parents had to leave, they said their goodbyes and now Xavier and Y/N were in his shed.

“I wanted to show you something. But first close your eyes.” Y/N said. Xavier did what she asked. “Okay, now open them.” Xavier opened his eyes and low and behold, Y/N was in her Catrina form. She looks very similar to her mom, except instead of having a big hat with candles and skulls, Y/N had a flower crown made out of marigolds, with 3 small skulls, and 2 small candles. Her dress was made up of cherry fruit roll ups, decorated with marigolds, the hem of the dress was lined with candles as well but the dress went up to their knee.

“What do you think?” Y/N said, she was floating, gauging Xavier’s reaction. “You look absolutely beautiful. Can I paint you like this?” Xavier asked. “Sure.” Y/N “flew” to the stool that Xavier longed her to, leaving a trail of marigold petals and she sat on the stool. “Is this pose fine, Xavi?” Y/N asked. “Yeah, babe, you’re good.” After about 2 hours of painting, Xavier was finished. Xavier showed Y/N the painting and when she saw it, she was so happy, his painting was amazing. He moved his hand in front of the painting to make it move and the Catrina in the portrait began dancing and twirling around. Y/N went back to her human form.

“Xavier, I love it, it turned out so beautiful.” Y/N hugged Xavier and Xavier kissed her forehead. “Of course, this is probably one of my favorite paintings yet. You, my love, are a walking work of art.” Xavier said and kissed Y/N. “You’re so sweet. Let’s go to your dorm though, maybe I can thank you a little more intimately.” Y/N said as they walked out of his shed.

Hope you guys like it, if you know of any other “mythical creatures” native of Latin American countries, it would awesome if you let me know. If not, every Hispanic outcast reader will be a Catrina or a Nagual.

#xavier thrope imagine #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #hispanic reader #hispanic #latinx #la muerte #book of life #percy hynes white

[smokbeast]

fun facts about lewis cause I’m going through it and these asks are keeping me sane

Lewis isn’t really a skeleton, rather he’s a fire demon. His skeletal appearance is his armored skin (almost like insectoid chitin ) but he has a real skeleton and organs and all underneath example below on his anatomy (cause ngnh yeah I’m insane)

The reason fire demons look like skeletons is because of an ancient folklore about their creator the goddess of the sun burning their skin off for trying to escape her unjust wrath, So now they’re all “deformed and hideous”. But they all think they’re pretty sexy hehe :)

fire demon insides are kinda like crystal flesh geodes. You hurt them and their flesh will be almost crystallized but soft somehow at the same time.

Lewis CANT swim, most fire demons can’t. It’ll snuff their core out and kill them slowly and painfully. So he prefers to stay away from water or rain (rain is fine but it’s not comfortable)

lewis is usually always very warm, not unbearably that you can’t touch him. But if you get him mad or he don’t like you, he will heat himself up to hurt ya (that’s only if your on his bad side, this is really hard to achieve, if you did, congrats your getting a third degree burn)

Fire demons have most of their magic in their tails and cores, lewis used to have a tail :)

Lewis is overall a player, but he’s actually quite respectful and prefers it to be mutual on both ends, he’s might be horny, but he’s not a scumbag. But he will steal your wallet and walk out of you after he’s done :)). Unfortunately he is a con artist and a bit of a manwhore, sowwy this is his job. BUT he’ll treat you like the biggest princess ever.

if he gets to know someone he likes, Lewis moves MUCH slower relationships wise and move wise. He like to savor the moments, make them count and be sure it’s genuine. He wants to treat you right and not rush anything

lewis used to date Craig:))))

lewis vents, claws and spines are A bit of a hazard. Sometimes you’ll notice they’re nubby cause he files his spikes and claw to not injure others. As of his vents, he’ll definitely warn you to be careful

lewey is pretty sturdy and strong, but magic wise he can’t quite do much. He tries to avoid using magic as it drains his energy immensely due to his “situation”. However he will flare up in flames given the chance if it’s for emergencies

Certain ways of how he steams up or smokes reveal how he feels. If he’s flaring fire, he’s a bit upset. If he’s flaring sparks you got him by surprise. Pink steam means he’s a bit nervous or flustered. GOD forbid you catch his whole head on fire, you’ll have to run :)

he’s actually decently fast despite his size, those legs of his can have him running for a damn long time, it’s scarier when he’s on all four, but you’ll never really see him do that ever, that’s like.. if he’s absolutely feral

last But not least, he’s self conscious about his tail! He tends to hide it. Always does, and sometimes it wags under his clothes when he’s a bit happy, his face will be stern or smiling tough but you see that stinky lil tail nub moving the fabric of his clothes behind him if you so happen to make his day heheheh

WAIT edit: one last thing. Cause this is important. I made Lewis inspired after cool undertale artists I saw on twitter! Especially mothipixie and others that I followed before bringing back my tumble, cause I saw how fun their art was and undertale. So I made him as a mock sans thing based off the cool underfell sanses I saw and then he became his own thing cause I truly don’t know allot about undertale xD now I’m learning more and having fun with the game and the aus tho so hehe if you wanna play with him or slap or undertale aus at him go ahead I love to see anything :D but yeah I just check out all those cool artists they’re really neat and honestly I prolly never gone back to tumble without getting inspired by them and undertale and fnaf stuff x)

#And uhm yeah that’s lewey! #sorry I went so hard I just love writing pfngnf #smoki rambles #my ocs #Lewis

[iamindebt]

Dussekar is an enegmatic and strange character, shrouded in mystery

[LONG POST INCOMING] [[like its massive]]

1st off, tell me if he EVER, at all , ONCE actively helps you

Chapter 1, Otempes does most of it

Chapter 2, Wiscara tags alongside you to take her scissors back and beats up herbrother ro do so

Chapter 3 you just go with Otempes, but THIS is when you meet Dussekar

Chapter 4 is primarily a solo mission, with Wiscara telling you where to go

Chapter 5 everyone tags along, EXCEPT Dussekar (put a pin in that for me)

Chapter 6, Tucker (who does not need to help) convinces you to take a more active approach instead of waiting for a problem to occur and then solving it (see chapters 1, 2, and 4)

Chapter 7 Base cleph and Otempes solve this, you coming along because Claire told you too.

Chapter 8 EVERYONE gets involved

...yeah hes not the defenition of a "team player".

2nd, Dussekar is just some guy, just some guy that got what he wanted because of a likely meaningless task

3rd, he seems to be apathetic or blatantly NOT CARE about scriptliss despite saying that he does. (put a note about the "apathetic part")

(from chapter 4)

D: ...So you have no idea who released you?

S: N-no... I couldnt see behind me because my entire body was chained... I have no idea who cut the chains either

(Dussekar glances to the paper ball chained to scriptliss's ankle)

D: Hmm... well it seems they missed a chain. And the clamp is tightly secured. Does it hurt to walk?

S: N-n-no... *sniff*

D: Whats the matter?

S: It's just that *sniff* You knew i was chained up... Didnt you?

D: Well... not quite. I heard some rumors. I knew your general whereabouts, but i had no idea you were actually chained up...

D: Im sorry for not going to check up on you sooner. I figured that, wherever you were, you'd be fine on your own.

S: But *sniff* Thats how we lost 1x1x1x1 to the void, too. You assumed that he was safe enough on his own...

D: Hey, can we change the subject? The protagonist is right over there.

S: Oh, hi! Didn't see you over there, Protagonist. Were're just chill out here. Isn't that right Dussekar?

D: Absolutely frigid.

S: Hah! What a Dussekar. Always cracking jokes.

(Nice save)

D: (Shhhh. Put a lid on it.)

This shows us a lot about the characters. Dussekar knew about rumors, meaning he forgot or didnt care to check on Scriptliss, who was IN HIS. WASTEBASKET.

Scriptliss does actually bring this up in their conversation (see red text), instead of confronting this or apologising for it, he changes the subject, focusing on protag.

Once scriptliss notices this he seems a lot more extroverted and friendly from his demeanor not even 5 seconds ago. Most likely scriptliss does not want anyone to find out what happened in pr2 but he does bring up some very good points.

There was no reason Dussekar should not have been able to check in on Scriptliss. Hes immortal, Dussekars immortal, his wastebasket is RIGHT THERE.

(seriously buddy, you cant spend 5 minutes to attempt to reconcile with you only remaining friend? he seems very willing now)

4th

(i would rewrite lanter and dussekars entire conversation but thats like rewriting the bloody bee movie script)

L: ...Are you even listening to yourself? You sound more like a tyrant than the god who you vanquished centuries ago. Just because someone stole your precious little plaything doesn't mean you have to fight so hard to get it back

D: The plotbook isnt a "plaything" its the reality we live in.

L: You truly are no different then the ancient gods who fought to protect everything they ruled over. Have you ever considered that Antagon might just be repeating your own history?

D: well, if you disagree with his actions as much as you disagree with mine, Why dont you go stop him yourself?!

L: Thats not the point. The point is, You need to see your actions from a different perspective before you draw definitive conclusions on people

D: Im well aware of how my actions affect others. I don't need anyone reminding me what the consequences of my actions are. I know exactly what ive done.

L: Alright then. What are you finally gonna do when you finally catch antagon? Surely your not going to send him to banland, are you? Hes just a kid, you know. Until recently, hes been living with his mother. What are you going to do then?

D: ...........

L: Hes just a younger version of you. Are you going to lash out at him when you finally get the plot book back?

D: ..............

L: Well?

idk man dussekar definitely looked like he was considering it. Its bad for antagon because hes a CHILD but its worse for scriptliss because hes immortal. like c'mon dude this is greek mythology levels of punishment.

why did he not try to revive tretone or tess,

major L moment right there

TLDR:

Dussekar as a character seems to show that he does not care about his old friend and has no issues with sending anyone he disagrees with to infinity jail.

it gets better after apologising about screaming at antagon and talking to scriptliss though :thumbs_up:

#spr slander #i need to rant #super paper roblox #if i have anything to add its a reblog i think

[switchbladedreamz]

Pretty Girl

Requested? Nope

Summary: filth with frank

Warnings: smut, 18+, mean frank, creampie, non!con but not in a dark way. Fluffy smut

Hell's Kitchen is crawling with sinners, saviours, and civilians. Another lonely night in with Frank maiming or killing gods knows who. I try to stay up to greet him. I wake up to being lifted. I open my eyes but its dark and I can't see who's lifting me. I start to freak out and kick my legs to get away. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Pretty girl, it's me! It's just Frank." Standing in the hallway I flip the light on to see him standing and bloody. I rush to him, not caring about being cover in a stranger's blood. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, enjoying his warm embrace. I pull back and my skin is sticky. Right. Stranger's blood. Frank sees the grossed out look on my face and laughs wholeheartedly. I groan whilst grabbing his hand and pulling us to the bathroom. Turning the shower head on and getting the water warm, we both strip then get in. I soap up his loofah and start scrubbing Frank's body. He chuckles, "that kinda tickles princess". I hum and apply a little more pressure to my scrubbing. Red soap drips from the floof. The bottom of the tub is varying colors from red to brown to pink. Unbeknownst to me, Frank stares at me in awe. He doesnt think even Maria would do this for him. Just this small act alone makes Frank fall in love with you all over again. He coughed away the lump in his throat, his voice like gravel from the long night, standing under the faucet to rinse all the bloody soap off, "Thank you (Y/n), your turn babydoll". He hangs his own loofah grabs mine with my soap. He gently drags the loofah across my shoulders and down my air, the scent of the pomegranate body wash tickles my nose. Frank takes his time washing me. Almost as if he's appreciating my body.

Frank is standing at the foot of the bed, watching me. Each watching the other, taking in the glory of our naked bodies. Unprompted, he crawls on his hands and knees on the bed over my body. "Hey" I whisper to him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle as he chuckles. "Hey yourself beautiful". I smile as his soft lips meld against my own. His right hand, calloused in some places, smooth in others, lazily drags down my thigh then up to my ribs. His stubble grazes my cheek. A content sigh passes my lips, Frank's own kissing my neck. His tongue licks up my neck and he nibbles my earlobe. "You tryin to start somethin Frankie? You sure you can finish it? Because I sure have been waiting weeks for this. I dont know if you could keep up with me old man.". His arms slide under my back and he flips onto his back and my body flies with him. I barely notice his arms moving to place himself at my entrance. He starts thrusting wildly. I cry out, whether it be pain or pleasure, I'm unsure. It's all blurry. "You wanna run your mouth again? Huh pretty girl? You think I wanna be out all fuckin night following those scumbags? When I can spend that time burying my cock in your cunt.". A drawn out moan escapes when he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head to look at him. "I asked you a fucking question. Answer it.". "I-I-", yelping when his free hand slaps my ass. "I-I-I-I. You what?" He mocks me, "Answer me or I'll stop!" His gruff voice loud in my face. "I'm sorry!! I just missed you!" Whimpering and sniffling like a scolded child, I lay my head on his chest. Frank stops and starts rubbing my back.

"You want me to stop, pretty girl?" He whispers softly into my hair, kissing my head. "Please don't. Fuck me harder Frankie. Please.". Frank just laughs before shaking his head. "Whatever my princess wants.". Kissing my head one last time, with it soft Frank disappears. His hands bring my thighs closer and my knees up, his feet plant in the bed and his hips rise. His arms are around my back again, holding me tightly against him so I cant escape.

Frank starts fucking into me, his fat cockhead hitting that spot deep within me. His hips smacking into my thighs. His balls slap against me deliciously. My walls clench around his thick length, he grunts and swats my ass. His thrusts so fast, my head goes fuzzy. My body is overly warm, a fire burning inside myself. Frank moans as his cock repeatedly pounds my wet hole. I clench again, hard as I can this time. He makes the most beautiful sound. "Stop that or I'll bust right now". I smile and contract my walls again, holding it longer. Frank gasps loudly and slows his thrusts, heat fills me. My vision goes white, my walls fluttering as my orgasm rips through me.

Frank pulls out of me slowly with a grunt. "I love you, please don't forget that no matter how rough or mean I am.". "I love you too Frankie. And dont worry about it, you always fuck me right no matter what.". He chuckles and pulls me back into his sweaty chest, cum leaking down my thighs.

#frank castle x reader smut #frank castle #x reader smut #smut #pure filth #fluffy smut

[lyssified]

i wanna hear about the play actually! can u tell me about it? (like. everything/hj/silly)

yes yes I can indeed tell you about it :) :) I'm really normal about this play !! this is really fucking long by the way uh. definitely the longest post I have ever made

i explained the synopsis in an earlier ask so there's that, gonna put a cut because this might be long !

spoilers for wait until dark both the play and the movie

tw for mentions of violence, death by strangling, knives, heroin, and discussion of dead bodies from a costuming perspective

THERE WAS MEANT TO BE A CUT HERE BUT IT DELETED AND I CANT PUT IT BACK AHH

okay so this is mostly going to be about the characters and the costume designs we have so far. so we're in the second week meaning we've started analysis and characterizing through mood boards and seen the cast read through the full play (we <3 table read day) next week we do measurement day and then consultations with the actors and get the final mood boards approved by the director

basic plot summary a bit more expansive than the synopsis- harry roat, a con man (the main villain) is hired by a woman named lisa to steal a doll (full of diamonds, heroin in the original movie) back from a new york couple that has ended up with it by accident. roat enlists the help of carlino, a brawny ex-policeman, and mike, a kind ex-marine by drawing them to Sam (an ex-marine and photographer) and Suzy's (a fierce and strong blind woman) apartment where he has murdered Lisa and hung her in a closet while sam and suzy are away. roat blackmails mike and carlino by making them suspects in lisa's murder. mike's involvement with roat is not revealed to the audience until later. a recurring theme in the play is sam's desire to have Suzy be independent and not rely on Gloria or him to do things for her. as a result, she is extremely precise and independent.

suzy is visited by all three con men in quick succession while sam is away, and mike gains her trust under the guise that he worked with Sam in the Marines. however, the con men misjudge Suzy to be extremely dumb because of her blindness, and, with the help of her neighbor Gloria (a tomboyish 13 year old girl that helps with the groceries sometimes and has a pretty bad family life), she figures out the plot to steal back the doll and sends Gloria to get Sam and bring him back home. they find the doll and hide it in the icebox.

eventually, mike is murdered by roat as he frantically tries to explain to suzy that she is being tricked, and roat chases Suzy around the apartment in the dark (Suzy and Gloria have turned out all the lights and disabled the fuse box so only Suzy knows how to navigate the apartment) as he tries to find the doll, threatening her in increasingly horrifying ways and using a towel to keep the icebox open so he can use the light to see her. eventually, Suzy manages to stab him several times and lodge herself in a safe space behind the icebox to hide and wait for sam. when sam and gloria finally come home, they finds roat slowly bleeding out and Suzy trapped and exhausted behind the icebox, pinned in place. finally Suzy manages to get up to unplug the icebox. she does this by herself, without sam's help.

other really interesting things about this play 1. it's only 3 scenes- scene 1 is roat blackmailing carlino and mike, scene 2 is Sam leaving for work and Suzy meeting mike, carlino, and roat (also when we meet Gloria). act 2 is Suzy and Gloria figuring out the con and all the other stuff. 2. there are no set changes- it's entirely set in Sam and Suzy's apartment 3. the use of lighting is really good- the con men often use the apartment's venetian blinds to signal to each other, the main conflict not being what's inside the doll but rather if roat is able to overpower Suzy to get it, the entire last like 10 minutes of the play where roat and Suzy fight happening either entirely in the dark (the audience will be able to see vague shapes but not much else) or with the only light being a single beam from the icebox 4. we have to costume a fucking dead body??? and she has to be hung. so there's either gonna be a mannequin or some heathers movie fake hanging type shit with lack of air makeup. also there's a lot a lot a lot of knife wounds and bruises that will have to be quick changes. we have to have live matches onstage (the actors have to be able to strike them quickly) and real cigarettes that smoke (Suzy needs to be able to smell the smoke) and a working fridge and running water. roat throws a switchblade across the room and it sticks in the wall but the switchblade comes out of a tiny porcelain figure that he calls Geraldine. roat has to speak perfect italian. we have to have access to a shitton of 40s photography equipment for Sam??? so much is going on. 5. our actor for roast is FUCKING TERRIFYING. literally no hate ever for them because they proceeded to give one of the best performances I have ever seen at the READ THROUGH, I was pissing myself in sheer terror, and then I went and congratulated them after the table read and they spoke in their kinda broken English telling me how much they appreciated it and then shook my hand!! and said they were excited to work with me !!

now for me to talk about my babygirl Sam. there are a lot of babygirls in this play. from most to least babygirl: 1. Sam 2. Mike 3. Carlino 4. Suzy 5. Roat 6. Gloria think of Suzy as having 0 babygirl, Sam has 10 babygirl and Gloria has -10 babygirl. hope this makes sense.

anyway we're doing mood boards so here's the one that I worked on for Sam because I fucking love sam (he's such a small character that only one person works on him)

and his character description ^^

here's why sam hendrix should be your new babygirl. 1. he treats his wife right. they r so sweet to each other I could go on and on and on about how cute they are. they argue in a playful way. he encourages her to grow and fend for herself and this ends up saving her life. she helps with developing his photos. he takes her to the movies and describes them for her. they trust each other soso much and they love talking to each other and Gloria is their adopted child. I don't make the rules. 2. he's a photographer!! he does weddings ! and babies ! because he needs to photograph happy things after coming back from war. their first date was in the baby ward at the hospital :) 3. he's a fucking wet cat. his desk is disorganized as hell and he spends all his time in his darkroom. his kenergy is unmatched. he would do anything for his wife. he's smart and funny! he definitely has big sad brown eyes. he really likes interior design. he adopted the local feral cat (gloria) and they love eachother. he's my little wet cat I have adopted him.

yes I am babygirlifying him. yes I am projecting because we both like photography. no I will not be taking criticism.

anyway here's some other pictures from mood boards and shit

example set design from another professional theater ^

^^ preliminary ideas for suzy

^^ preliminary ideas for roat

^^ audrey Hepburn as suzy hendrix in the 1967 movie

^^ stock photo I found of MY BABYGIRL and his wife :)

^^ the casting calls for Suzy, roat, carlino, mike, and Gloria

so yeah !! this is what I've been spending all my free time thinking about!! if you can spot the picture of the 10th doctor on the Sam mood board I will give you a cookie (/j/verysilly)

this play is a work of genius by the way. highly recommend reading it.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK JULIAN !!!!! /gen /vpos

#asks #theaterposting #waituntildarkposting #this is the longest fucking post I have ever made #expanding it is a literal jumpscare. #rants and ramblings

[redraven3093]

Catching Up with Phil's QSMP VOD

3rd July

LETS GOOO

Oh Chat makin Cookies?- HI PHIL!-E-eppy Phil

Oh maybe to Vidcon,- I mean French is in fire rn.

Ok QSMP TIME

YEAH-yo wtf??? The qusest today?

Ah Super Hero theme today eh?-ah it cant fly now eh?

A GIANT SQUID??- nah fam they are not doin that- a leo Themed?-stream o plaine

OH shit Hi Chayanne- YEAH FUQ THE MISSION

YEAH DÉCOR TIME- concrete?- OH YEAH YELLOW AND ORANGE THEME

Safety first- oh wait its broken?-oh it did?-ugh got bad felling about it

DON’T JINX IT CHAYANNE

?

Yeah its fixed-hopefully

LET HIM COOK-omg god look at that bag

Rare food?- oh shit the end fruit!!-Bone Soup

YEH ADVENTURE-wait why is fit with Dapper?

Hi Dapper- KIDS PLS-KIDS WHY??

Lol the poison Spider- Phil pls- I mean BBH is expensive- OMG BBH DON’T HAVE THAT

Lol dragon magic- OMG THAT’S HOW THE GOT EM???-that’s bs Phil

Oh hi Tubbo

RIGBY 2.0 LETS GOO- a whale?- oh its Dapper

Kitties! :D- oh? The Cat that survived the Big blow ystrday r8??- OH???

Oh shit fit omg- DIAMOND NOT FAKE THIS TIME LETS GOOO

Oh yeah 4th of Jully-YAH FUQ THE MONARCHY

Omg the Island is Fukin with them

Shinny!-Lol fake- SPIDERSS-omg the fancy Twins –

PHIL DON’T MOCK US THAT WAY

Yeah mission are BS rn-oh tempting the gods are we?- lol summoning Cucurucho phil ur son right there

Lol dapper-Lol Chayanne

  OH LOOP HOLE- BECAUSE ITS LEO’S THEMED TODAY FIT.

RAMON NO

Ah yes the Parents Gossip time- Yeah VID CON!-

PFft- FIT PLS- o mg

KIDS OMG PLS NO

Welp they done I guess-Rare fruit time!- 1 done and many bs along the way to go

Ohh cool sword- HOLY SHIT –

Yeah that would be Crazy~-I MEAN-

 OH THAT WAY

WHAT??!!OMG- Phil and Fit  have so many Illegal shit omg

Wat Shulqur?- OMG THEY USE NETHERATE

Lol- YEAH NEW MISSIONS- lol it crashed- Black Mail POG

Omg its still there- break the ruleee

Of course u did phil

Opp there goes Ramon and Chayanne-  boys wil be boys- they all lost it- RAMON NO

YEAHH  CHURCH VANDALATIONS

Phil is so Scared to be left with others egg

Hi Dapper- WTH? Where do you get that thing??- holly shit?- yeah 2009-2013 Vidio game rumours are crazy

Lol Chayanne is clearly alt tabbing

KIDS PLS

Guys pls it’s a place of holly matrimony – what is that?

NO more Marriges- lol

Time to pay I guess- oh god they did miss a few

Lol Chayanne- Yeah Dapper join in!

Lol yeah cmone chayanne why so stiff?- good lord Chayanne is living that admin life rn

Oh kitty- CAT CAT- catcucurucho- holy the cat is immortal

Kil the cat Chayanne- CIA CAT

Oh god Philza and Fit is just a menace

Oh? Chayanne u invited someone?- Dapper pls

OPP WE GOT EM BOIS!- Walter Bob??-Come on dude we just wanna talk

Omg fit pls- YEAH if BBH cant do it then no one can do it

Bad hair btw- oh yeah that ankle thingy-opp rainbow

Best bob

Omg Chayanne is Alt tab- he’s in emergency meeting

Ah! They’ve gone to Ramon’s Barber shop nice

Still waiting- Okk at least we get reconsiderations- Waltuh

Thank yu for yur service WALTUH

It wont break the emergences- break the holly mellon

YEAH CREATIVE

Yeah they all alt tabbing- “in my scientific reason-

Wat if he Forgo-opp wher did they go?

Do you get paid bob?- is it good pay

Lol Hot tub stream- YEAH NEW MISSION

Thanks Bob!- thanks KIDS- ah yes a loop hole

WAT??- new moshrom island

BOAT TIMEEEE-WTF?? A Lost TENTICALE???? IN THE RIGHT AMOUNTS???

Omg the kids was fightin for their life for that thing

Omg- Yey island- ahh brings back memories

Lol Sussy baka Phil- Oh they found one- oh not that one

BOAT TIME- OMG CHARLIE’S Corpse

Oh? An Illegal Villager Farm- BY AYEPIERR?!

Where are the going?

HOLLY SHIT????

Omg dapper pls- HOT NEWBLACK MAIL LETS GOOO- good god this place is confusing

 Oh the found it YEY

Oh no-FIT PLS-Trauma in coming

Fit is a charmer-oh Hey Baghera

Omg that thing is ugly

FIT PLS

Opp Bye Fit bye Ramon

Im really dozing off finishing this Drawings

Hi BBH- oh wait Crimson Forest?

CAT- THE CIA CAT

Yeah give Bad the scoop

Yeah its weird-welp time to chill I guess- oh shiny Fish- NOO it died rip

Still waiting

Weird bunny is so hard to find ugh

Wat is happening with Baghera rn?

Rescue mission?- Yeah get the kids to safety first- opp crashing

Server Close??- are we chill today?- oh hey Tommy

Yeah we back- opp cant see Dapper- uhh not sure coming with them is a good idea kids

Oh noo-welp guess we alone now-shit trauma~-

Yeah Rabbit sound fine-opp BBH? Ah so he did needs help-oh shit where is Dapper?

Dapper pls buddy don’t just jump where is danger kid- wait? Dapper isn’t there?-

oh there is Pomme too?- we cant see her-okk bye

ok following you king- yeah the train is soo awesome

opp guess we still searching

Cucurucho??-yey bunny- is the bunny normal?

YEAH FLIP THE OFF THE TARANTULA- ohno you lost it?

Yeah safety first kiddo

Etoiles???- u okay sir???

Yeah Do your Magic King- oh shit it attacks!- oh no king

Thanks, Dapper-oh shit that wikked

Oh shit- fuq off!- yu won’t fight today?

OH FUCK OFFF YOU BINARY BASTARD

No- Don’t go ANYWHERE near Tallulah you Bastard

Oh they are fuking with us at this point- Fuk

Oh hey baghera

Yeah Those binary bastards are so cruel- they cant attack while election?- opp bye Baghera

Oh hey Dapper wat are yu doing bud?- Omg lol

That’s not how fair trades work Phil

Yeah  the cats are clearly sus like random animals cant just appeared tamed out of no where

And only admins can killem

Opp Red Vine???- of course YOU would find them nice Bad-LOL

OHHH- prteey- okay chayanne stay safe

   Yay it work- BIG LAD-cant put him in a cage- YEAH LET EM ROAM AROUND!

YEAHHHH The Wither Skeleton Head is Cooler

Hah~ it remind us of him

Opp? Oh Yeah no u right Pomme is in way to many danger rn

YEAHHH BED TIME

Aww- yeah you go Rest King-

PHIL no Spoilers for the Spider kid movie

NOOOO

Yeah HOBBIE ANARCHIT SPIDERMAN LETS GOOOO

?? he breaks the rule of frame break?-  omg ANIMATION POG

Hobbie is so cool- yes Brtish Anarchist Spider

Wait who’s Signs is that? OH LEO’S

Kay get some rest Kiddo

Big stress- Lol Chayanne is gone FAST-

YEAH HAPPY 4th of JULY

Go eat yur cake Phil

BYE PHIL

#don't mind me #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp pomme #qsmp ramon #qsmp dapper #qsmp fit #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp liveblog

[ladylooch]

WAIT NO YOU CANT LEAVE LIO ALL ALONE 😭😭😭 I can imagine him being just as bad as Connor being concerned about Lu during pregnancy

Are we even sure Lio CAN be left alone at this point?

Lucie and Con want to be a family in a bigger space, but the baby ends up not being the reason for move though; it's Con being traded to the Rangers. When they break up for a bit (vry early in the pregnancy) Lucie comes back to stay with Lio.

During that time, Lio is in full blown protector mode. He feels like he's filling two sets of shoes. But, he's texting Connor every symptom, every craving, every hormonal swing.

"She's puking again."

"Now, she's rage cleaning the kitchen. I made her use soap and water. No hard chemicals."

"Tonight is full of tears. Lucie insisted on watching The Notebook."

Connor is fucking dying in his New York apartment. He's helpless, knowing his pregnant, ex????? fiancé is being taken care of by Lio when it should be him.

"She wants bubble tea. Strawberry." Lio texts him later that day.

Connor pulls up DoorDash, sending it off to the apartment less than a minute later.

"Lee!" Thank you!" Lucie exclaims when he brings it to her in bed.

"Ah, well it's not from me." He hands her the note.

Lu, I miss you & I'm so sorry. Come home. - Con

Lucie narrows her eyes, trying to hide the tears from Lio before she chucks the untouched tea in the garbage.

"Really?"

"Craving has passed."

#Lio & Lucie #Ope we went angsty

[la-duvalin]

omg here it is my first ever request: edward nashton x reader where reader lives next door to ed with her mom and stepdad and he can hear them fighting all the time. at first, he tries to mind his business until he runs into her in the stairwell while her parents are fighting again. maybe she even has a bruise and that triggers something inside him… maybe they grow mutually infatuated with each other? maybe she helps him with his riddler schemes? idk feel free to change it up how you see fit, i cant wait to see where you go with this!

Oh my! Hell yes dear bestie, and thanks for such an interesting, juicy ask!!♡ I'll do my best for your 1st request! This one is also a couple of firsts for me!I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved making it <3 Also thank you for your patience!!

Happy birthday my dearest friend ♡♡

Summary: Your life is living hell from time to time, until you start getting to know your peculiar neighbour who looks like a cute floruga, who kinda happens to not be one completely, but it seems like he makes your life heaven, or...doesn't he?

Warnings: Eddie with a god complex, descriptions of violence, angst, mature language, descriptions of murder, domestic violence, smut,dub con, masturbation, humilliation in sex, forced masturbation, non con fingering, manipulation, reader forced into submission and obedience, gaslighting, incel thinking and behaviour, misoginy.

Little FYI, in the parts were I narrate things from our dear Eddie's point of view, is how I think he would express and think things, not mine!! It counts for the reader as well.

AFAB reader with she/her pronouns!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is a dark fic, please be wise and prudent.

Word count: 13k

Hell Also Has a Spectrum

You noticed how the sound of his footsteps stopped suddenly, your curiosity got the best of you, so you stared at him only to notice how he was already staring at you. This of course confused you, why would your neighbor just stand only to look at you? Until you remembered, the new bruise on your cheekbone was probably more evident than before. Then the memory of how it got there attacked your mind, how your parents were fighting, as usual, and how even though you were minding your own business they still managed to drag you into their fight again. Just that this time you decided not to stay quiet, not to let them drag you even more into their misery, toxicity and drama. You tried almost everything, from asking them calmly to let you out of all that, to begging them, to stupidly trying to make them calm themselves and reason, nothing worked and it only made things worse, so in your desperation you just screamed at both of them to stop all their crap and to get a fucking divorce instead of being assholes and making their lives and your own a living hell, that's more or less how it came out of your mouth. So of course your stepdad punched you on the face so hard that it threw you to the floor, dazed and pained crawling trying to make sense of what just happened, to later on literally kick you out of the house and yell you to come back only if you beg for their forgiveness as he calls you an insufrible miserable little brat while your mother allowed it and said that you deserved it, her words coming out like the poison they are and hurting you like so. The mere fast flashback almost made you throw up from the anxiety and anguish it brought. He had never done anything like this, he had threatened before, but never laid a finger on you.

You didn't give them the joy of knowing how bad this affected you, making you cry in silence, sitting on the edge of the stairwell that led to other floors, your calves and feet hanging, comforting yourself while doing your best to bring yourself to a calm state, something you've been good at for many years, and it took you some minutes, but unknown to how many there were. Then one of your coping mechanisims started acting, disassociating, daydreaming. But these happy dreams were interrupted not long after by the moment that brought you back to reality, your neighbour staring at you almost in well hidden shock.

He was planning on just walking off to his apartment, and to never think of your lovely face with such a horrible bruise marking it, but something in him just couldn't allow him to do that. He barely knew you, the only interactions you both had were kind and polite greetings whenever you bumped into each other, something you started, just being nice, but it was also something almost no one did ever.

—May I help you, sir?— you decide to ask, a bit weirded out by his intense stare, but curious at the same time

He got embarrassed once he realized of this little accident, then he looked at the door of your "home", the screams of your parents still so loud as usual, and then stared back at you again, he seemed nervous.

—Would you like some pumpkin pie?— he says softly with a shy smile

—Huh?—

—I just got some yesterday and it's really good...I'd like to share a slice or two with you— he explained, in a more normal volume for your to hear him.

—Sure...I'd like that too— you answered, a huge smile on your face now. He really is as nice and kind as he seems, you thought.

As you stood up, he was already on his door and looking for his keys in his pocket, oh he definitely was nervous and wasn't that good at hiding it.

His apartment was a bit of a mess but also a bit empty, like if he barely lived there.

He pulled you a chair and dragged it to the little table near his kitchen and offered you to sit to then later get into his kitchen so fast you couldn't even thank him properly for the seat, he already had disappeared from your view, so you just decided not to care much, and just sat, looking around his flat discretely while you waited. You did notice how even in the mess things were in "order" even though it all looked weird, probably it was ordered in his mind in a certain way «An organized mess, huh...» you thought to yourself, knowing you tend to to that from time to time as well.

Meanwhile your kind neighbour, was hiding and stalling in his kitchen, he just couldn't believe he had actually invited you over into his trashy apartment, and now it was expected that he'd talk to you, at least it's what he thought you expected, he doesn't have anything prepared in regards of what to say in these situations, specially in such a complicated and specific as this one. As he got the already cut in half pie he bought the day before, and prepared a plate, he was overthinking in what to say, how to start a casual conversation, he really sucked at this.

He finally came out after a while, with a plate with a slice of pie on it on one hand, and a cloth with ice inside it in his other hand, and left them both on the table

—Thanks— you say softly with a little smile on your face while looking at him as he sat on the other end of the table

—What's your name?— he asked a bit dryly due to his nervousnes.

He already knew it, it had been screamed numerous times by your infuriated mother and your crazy stepfather, but he wanted to pretend things weren't like that, to make you feel a bit normal and safe. So he smiled once you pronounced it, specially since he always thought it was a beautiful name.

—Well I hope you like it...the pie— stumbling a bit on his words while speaking, he started fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he's had since he was a child.

You cut a piece with the fork as you put the improvised ice pack against your cheekbone, and proceded to ear the desert. —It's delicious...thank you— you replied, a tear threatening to leave your eye, you needed this company and kindness more than you thought, realizing it almost tore you apart, it was nice for someone to finally take care of you somehow.

—What is your name?— you finally ask after a couple of minutes of pure silence.

—Edward...Edward Nashton—

—Edward...that's a cute name— your words coming out as whispered, almost as if talking to yourself, but there was the intention of him hearing you say the honest compliment.

The moment those words left your lips, dear Eddie almost choked on his own saliba, though he had the funniest and cutest expression of embarrassment on his now bright pink, almost fully red face. Against your want, you decided it was best not to tease the poor flustered man who looks like he's going to explode from the surprise your compliment gave him, so instead you just kept eating the delicious pumpkin pie, with a cheeky but really shy smile.

Edward's POV

What was that? Did you just make fun of him? Did you just give him a fake compliment?

«But why?! How could she make fun of my name?! I have been nothing but kind towards her!»

—Cute?— the bitterness he felt was expressed perfectly by his voice and tone.

His head turned and it made obvious that his stare we completely on you, and the more he looked at that beautiful face of yours, the more he convinced himself that that little "compliment" was a joke and a mock. You flattering him? HA! Yeah right, he wasn't falling for it.

—Well yeah...—you begin, your tone was relaxed and as if you were saying something obvious, but your eyes showed that hint of panic and nervousness. —I personally like your name, how it's pronounced, I like the sound of it— you finish explaining with a confused brow.

—It's just a name, and a common one— he replied, almost attacking you.

—Yeah, so? Gee man, whoever hurt you must be the scum of the Earth no doubt of that, but come on, take my honest compliment, you deserve it—

Now that is weird, he's in shock. What did you just say? He didn't know if he should be enraged or just stay confused, what could he even say to respond to such words?

What a strange and peculiar female you are. Almost like if you were a riddle yourself, now, that seems more interesting for him.

•••

He really is as weird as you thought, but you also understand life might not have been kind to him, judging by the reaction to your flattery.

—Dam, this pie really is good!— you say, knowing it would make it uncomfortable not to say anything after the state he now is in. —Where did you get it?—

—Huh?...Oh! From the store across the street— he sounded like if he was forced to come back to reality.

From there the conversation went smoothly and nicely, even though both of you weren't that good at socializing, there was something about him that made you do your very best to try. You figured how small talk didn't work on him, which was more than perfect for you as well.

Your mom and stepdad are long forgotten to you now, even with their still constant screaming with a couple of breaks. When Mr.Nashton accidentally started to rant why puzzles are good for the brain and what types of thinking they help to develop, you couldn't help but feel truly fascinated for the passion with which he spoke, how much he knows about the topic, and just how happy he looked, until he stopped to apologized for talking much, and even though you tried your best to reassure him that it was okay, he just kept quiet, but you decided to still ask him about one specific conondrum that you didn't quite understand. Your neighbour knew what you were doing, but no one had asked him to continue talking about his fixations or interests, and he couldn't say no to the cute face you put up for him.

A couple of months passed and he had adopted you somehow, since your mom and stepdad fought almost every single day, you ended at Edward's door every time, to the point that his apartment became more of a home for you than where you live at, your neighbour himself felt like a home to you. Yes he was a weirdo, filled with red flags and rare habits, and there was just something about him that didn't feel right, and as much as you tried to figure it out, you just couldn't, there were a lot of pieces missing, but you decided not to really care. It was nice to be with someone who listens to you and somehow and in his way cares. Also, it didn't take you long to aknowledge and admit to yourself that there was something strangely attractive in him and not only phisically speaking, at some point you found yourself wanting to make him laugh just so you could listen to his funny sweet giggles and see that cute smile. To add that after constantly talking to him and spending time together, even if he was doing things for his work or just couldn't pay much attention to you, he was opening more, bit by bit, taking his time and being extra careful with what he shares and says, that is obvious, but you don't mind it. Another thing you've noticed is how lately in the past two weeks you've seen him less and less, him giving you the excuse he's been working overtime, but honestly you just can't believe it, because he's also changed, like if he was slightly more confident of himself and more detached to reality than usual, dwelling too much on his thoughts to the point his body is almost the only thing left of him.

—Riddle me this...!— he started enthusiastically.

—No, Eddie! You always come up with the weirdest and most difficult riddles ever, don't torture me!— you "begged" playfully, but he did actually give you some pretty challenging riddles from time to time.

—Riddle me this...— he repeated —What does a liar do when he' dead?— he finally asked, though there was something in his voice that gave away that he really wanted you to answer this one, like if it was important somehow.

—Okay, first of all, that's a bit creepy...— you replied, and then hummed a bit as you think your answer, looking at the floor of his living room like if it had the answer. —Dam I don't know...—

—Come on, at least think—

—Hey, I am! Don't be mean!— you scolded with a cute pout. —He...lies still?— you answered with doubt after really thinking it through and remembering more or less how your friend's riddles were. You admit you ain't the best at these games, but therw is just something enjoyable about Eddie's puzzles and conondrums.

—Good...here's your reward— he praised, a bit proud of your answer. He hands you half a paper sheet as he stared at your face, as if studying and analyzing each and everyone of your expressions and facial movements.

—What's this?— Investigating and reading your reward you see how it has the same question but it had a couple of strange symbols bellow the question, and in the bottom of the page those symbols were there again, only in diffetent positions and there were more, different from the others. —What kind of reward is this, Eddie?—

Sweet and playful giggles come out of him —You tell me—

You are now truly and obviously confused.

—Just observe well, dear — he explains like if it was weird that you didn't get it, and then he just sat in front of his computer and started working on it, leaving you on purpose to solve yet another puzzle of his.

The symbols were cutious yet interesting to look at «Did he create these by himself? If he did...then he really might be a true genius...» you said to yourself, and then it suddenly came, the way some symbols were repeated on the bottom of the riddle, you connected them to your answer «So...it's his own alphabet?! Gee this guy really is something huh»

Grabbing the notebook Edward gave you for his games and challenges, you copied the symbols, all of them, and separated the letters you already had, immediately relating this to the hangman game, having only a few letters and guessing the rest until it gave you the answer, or at least an answer as closest as possible to the true message, though there were ten letters out of the twenty three «Well I guess it's enough...I mean I think it should be, if it weren't then Eddie would've put more, right? There is almost nothing he does withoutbreally thinking it through until it's perfect in his point of view».

At first you took a picture of the strange letters only, and searched them up in google images to see if you could be in luck and find something alike it, or even better, the strange alphabet itself, but unfortunately no matter how well taken the picture was, no resuslts were found, he really had created this. «Apparently there's no cheating in this one...again...a-fucking-gain!».

Since there was no other choice and you really wanted to solve this, you started by decoding the most common letters in the phrase, and you did quite a few variations until it all made sense, and from there, there was only the last step, completing it and writing it down on your friend's paper sheet.

"You are as smart as I thought"

Those words sounded in your head with his voice, making you blush. He thought of you that way before you solved this little puzzle, and he had enough faith in you to know you would solve it perfectly, he includes you into his little games and you beat him. This last fact made you feel chills running though your body, the sense of accomplishment it gave you had this effect.

Sooner than later you already found yourself standing up and going to Eddie's desk to show him your achievement. Bending over to hug him from behind while he was still sitting, working on his computer, slightly hiding the paper from him, you felt him tense a little under your touch. You raised your hand from his shoulder and showed him the paper, immediately taking it from your grasp, "accidentally" caressing your hand on the process.

—It did take you some time— he says sarcastically while looking at the paper sheet, just teasing you , but kind of not so much.—Well done! You really are as smart as I thought, dear— he finally said in a genuinely proud tone.

That little pet name he gave you, didn't come out as much, but whenever it did you knew it was special, making your heart skip a beat every time it came out of him.

—And you are a lot more creative than I thought, Eddie! This is truly amazing!— you replied honestly, hugging him a little tighter, squeezing your cheek against his. —Creating your own alphabet! It's amazing!—

—Wait, how do you know I made it?— he asked, suspecting that you tried cheating.

—Well...I guess, it's you we're talking about! Of course you had to have your own alphabet! You're all about being original and doing things your own way, and all of those things of the sort, you even create your own riddles! Plus, I do think you're smart enough to create your own alphabet, darling!— it was true, but still of course you weren't going to guve yourself away and admiting to your little and poor attempt at cheating.

Once you finished he turned his head to look at you, with his eyes almost completely closed, making very obvious he was suspicious of you. Though he was also doing his very best for his face not to end like a tomato in color, both your visages were so so close, the temptation and consuming desire of his to just get even closer to kiss your precious lips, the only ones he desires.

—What? Don't you believe me, Eddie darling?— you faked a sad tone and made a little pout, exactly what you knew could make oh dear Eddie melt and fold.

—Fine...you didn't cheat, how could you?— he said again sarcastically, and ended with a deep sigh.

Suddently and interrupting the moment, your phone's alarm went off, you grabbed it from your pocket, but still holding Edward with one of your arms, and deactivated the alarm. —Shit...It's already late. I'm sorry Eddie, but I have to go, I don't wanna beg to get into my own home yet again, to that asshole, so I'll just get going— you told him, just as you do every time when it's the hour to go. —Thanks for having me today and for letting me play another one of your games!— that honest acknowledgment ended with a deep kiss on his cheek, but was crudely cut by you releasing him from your hug and finally leaving with a —See you tomorrow!—.

Once you left completely and shut the door right behind you, Edward was still in his seat, staring blankly at his computer but without paying attention to whatever there was on it, in shock by what you just did, you've never kissed him before, there were barely hugs and that only because he wasn't that used to physical touch and it was just so rare and strange for him, it took time for him to really allow you to do so every once in a while. But this kiss, quick but sweet, it felt like heaven to him, the moment just replayed in his head, almost like if he wss figuring out if it had really happened or if it was just another one of his vivid daydreams, another one of his fantasies, but his logical mind kept telling him that it wasn't, this was real, just as real as the pain he's felt through all his life, and the struggles that have always had accompanied him.

His stare went to the little game on paper he had given you, he took it and admired it with a little smirk on his face, now his mind was somewhere else.

—Yes...she could be...— he agreed with himself outloud, his thoughts were making dangerous connections and plans, but he, in his mind, contemplated they were good and could be taken into action.

You were sitting on your couch, in your home, looking desperately for something. Your parents left to go on a date with each other to make up for whatever fight they had about last night. So after finally being able to clean your house peaceably you invited your dear friend over, and he accepted, which was a miracle since he's been so busy and absent lately you don't see him as much anymore.

—Where the fuck is that thing?— you couldn't help thinking outloud due to your frustation.

—What are you looking for?— Eddie sounds almost amused by your present state.

—The dam remote! I seriously don't understand how my sorry excuse of a stepdad leaves the tv on and with that crap channel all the dam time!—

Edward found the control remote before you and turned the tv off

—Thank you!— you exclaim relieved and end with a deep sigh.

—Why do you hate it so much, darling?—

He was getting more and more confident with the pet names, and of course you're not complaining .

—Are you kidding? The oh so goodie goodie Gotham mayor and politicians talking crap and lies all the dam time and selling them like truths, and the worst part is that people actually believe their bs, like for example my pathetic and sorry excuse of a living being that is my stepdad!—

—How...how do you know all they talk are lies? Do you know the truths behind those?— he asks, his tonw suddenly serious and difficukt to decipher the emotions and hints of thought behind them.

—Well...It's obvious, how many journalists have been disappeared or threatened with their and their families life and safety? How many tv shows and channels and entire newspapers, and comedians have been suddenly canceled and just gone for telling the truth? Why do so many news channels present scandals and "news" of the entertainment world are shown instead of the real crisis and the truly worrying things happening around the globe and even our own cities? Just to cover up that they're criminals themselves and that they protect and are of service to other criminals! Jesus! They're the guys that Batman should be taking care off the most!— there was obvious anger in your voice, not being able to hold these strong opinions any longer just made you explode, you were always forced to keep your mouth shut toward this topic since you knew it's problematic to not do so, specially surrounded by people who believed the lies media gave.

He stood next to you and looked down, staring at your face as if analyizing it, something you've become used to by now.

—Do you sometimes feel like if there was something you could do about it?— he was serious, but also maskong whatever other feelings or hints of thought there were behind his question.

—Well yeah...I mean I wish I could do something, but I have family and people I care about, and, surprisingly, I do wanna keep living and with no problems—

His hand went towards your face to stoke your cheek softly while studying your eyes, like if searching the most minimal lie in these, but he didn't find any. Your heart beat rising and your face blushing as concequence of his most recent actions.

—There is always a way to get things done, dear—

—What do you mean?—

—Exactly what I just said...—

His hand left your face and then he proceded to stare at the window, like if nothing had happened

«WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! First he does that little stunt on me and he says that weird shit and then he acts this way! And he didn't even kiss me nor did he at least explain what he really meant?! The fuck!» you thought again frustrated, it's impossible to express how much you've longed for his sweet lips for various things.

—Hey your mom needs you to go to the store— he said simply as he passed you your phone after it recieving a note.

—Huh? What?— you say as if coming back to Earth from your thoughts. —Oh...okay, I'll go now, it'll be quick, if you want you can stay here, I won't be long!— you say checking your phone and standing up.

—Sure, I'll stay—

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek for the first time after the other one you gave him in his flat, and left.

Edward's POV

As soon as your frame walked past the door, he started to roam around your place, even after all these months of knowing you, it's his first time here. He always imagined this place as an absolute mess, even worse than his in the flat next to yours, but just because of your parents, and it kinda was, but you did a very good job cleaning it. As you should like a good girl.

Once he located your room, which wasn't that difficult, he let himself in without thinking twice. It was a bit messy not even your bed was made, but it wasn't that bad, he touched some of the things while looking, and leaving then in the exact position as they were before. He finally layed on your bed, stomach down, as he smelled your pillows and moaning at your scent, no fragances nor perfumes, just your smell and your shampoo's. He inhaled as much as he could of it, like a drug, and it was for him. He sighed while calling out your name in a whisper, feeling a slight uncomfort within his pants, like if they were tighter, his breathing became uneasy and his mind was suddenly being attacked by those fantasies he had every night after a long day. He couldn't think straight anymore, he just acted, quickly going through your dirty clothes and finding a pair of your panties, and bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply again, as he stroked his clothed hard on, gaining another moan from him, laying now on his back but his head turned so he could never stop inhaling your scent from your pillows. He regreted not breaking into your room before wishing he hadn't been so busy with his life and the secret one.

The recent memory of you sitting on your couch while he stroke your cheek as you looked up to him, opening your eyes wide in surprise, and your slightly parted lips, judging by the natural movements of your chest your breathing was uneasy, it all repeated in his mind like if it was happening now. He unbuckels his belt and pants, freeing his deviously strained cock, spitting on his hand and putting the wet spot on the tip of his dick, letting his saliba slide slowly through his length. Fantasizing about how instead of turning around and looking through the window, he'd forced you to make him hard through his clothes with your hands, or by rubbing your cheeks and lips against him, to later then make you choke on his length, with tears running through your cheeks unitl they met your chin.

He really wanted to enjoy this time he had in your room with your things with your smell and escence, so he started teasing himself, slowly to the point it was painful and made him desperate, whimpering and panting pathetically, grunting once he allowed himself to fuck his fist properly.

So close to his high, with drops of precum mixed with his spit, moving his hips slowly, he heard steps coming from were the main door area and the sound of keys. Adrenaline and panic filled his veins making him stand up faster than he's ever done, hiding his hard on in his clothes and buckling his belt, accomodating your sheets and pillows as best as possible as how he more or less remembered they were before he did anything, then he ran quietly to the living room where you left him, putting your dirty panties on his jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone to pretend he was doing something normal.

You opened the door with a bit of the struggle, with all the things on your arms and battling with your keys —Hey man, I'm back!— you announced as if it wasn't obvious.

He went immediately to help you with the grocieries. —Wow...that really was fast!— he said trying to hide his persistent panic.

—Yup, I told you!— you say while closing and locking your door. —Hey, Ed, you okay?—

—Uh...sure, why do you ask?— he answers nervously, afraid that he was being more obvious than he thought.

—Well...you just look a bit spoked or something, you sure you're fine?— the concern in your voice was genuine.

—Yeah, it's just that I got a message from work that my most recent paperwork had an error, and I'll have to go in later to check it— he has always been good at giving believable excuses and lies, so this time wasn't an exception.

—Oh I see...so, do you have to go now or will I have you for a little more time?—

—It's better I go now, or else I'll come back home a lot later— he said with regret, as much as he would like to spend more time with you, he does have a lot to work on and hiding his little "accident" is becoming more difficult.

—Aw that's not fair! You barely got here!— you complain but not in a completely serious manner. You proceded to wrap your arms around his nape and gave him another kiss on his cheek. —You have a good day and I hope things turn out well for you, Eddie dear!—

—Yeah...thank you— he says with a small voice, struggling to look at your eyes, but slowly hugging you back and stopping once he realized this would be a horrible mistake, so his hands just held your waist. —I really have to go— his voice sounded like if he was choking, like if air was barely going through his lungs. Finally he just released you from his grasp, as you had to do the same since he was already moving towards the door to leave.

•••

«I really messed up this time right?...Did I go to far? No! How can that be, it's not the first time I've kissed or hugged him like this. But then, what was it? Maybe he just didn't like the combination...gosh I was so stupid! How could I ever even dare to something like that!! How could I be so impulsive? No, no, NO!! I cannot lose him! But how am I gonna fix this shitty mess I just created?!» you scold yourself, in regret. You feel a void in your chest, the worry the thought of you making him feel weird or uncomfortable is a weight you never thought you'd have. He was the only person that really cared for you, the only one that listened to you, you couldn't just allow yourself to just let him go for anything.

Later that day, after your mother arrived with her dearest, both of them finally happy for a change, you decided to wait outside, sitting on the edge of the stairwell, with your calves and feet hanging, making you remember this is how you first truly met Edward, this is how everything started, the day he saved you, redeemed you from your reality of pure misery, from the pits of hell you were stuck in like the angel he is.

You can't tell with certainty how long you waited, specially since you didn't dare to look at least once at your phone's clock in order to not help your anxiety increase even more. There aren't any windows on any of the hallways of the floors in your building, except for the first one, you could watch as the reddish orange light of the setting sun disappear slowly on the bottom of the staircase for then to be replaced by the artificial and depressing white light that did it's best to accomplish the purpose of the sun. Your surroundings were peaceful enough that you could've fallen asleep if it weren't for your persisting fear and anticipation.

A shadow darkens as much as it can the floor, the 1st floor, it moves towards the stairs until the figure that creates it is visible, tall, brown hair, blue jacket, with just these characteristics you are able to recognize who it is. Your heart skips a beat at the realization and acceptance that indeed, he really is here and you just stand up, your body just reacting at the adrenaline your emotional state is helping to produce. «What the hell am I supposed to do know?!» this is the only thought going throug your mind, and it repeats itself in panic over and over as you pace without direction like a headless chicken, not deciding if to stay, sit again, get inside your flat or wait at his door. His footsteps sound closer than they really are, so they force you to make a decision and you end up locking yourself in your apartment as silent and stealthy as you possibly can, allowing yourself to breathe only until you heard him get inside his home, which made you feel impressed about how long you were able to hold your breath, specially since time felt like if it went ten times slower. «Oh great! What now?! What's the next plan of your wonderful and brilliant plan, huh genius?!» oh yeah, your old friend Anxiety was screaming at you again using the voice of your conscience.

Exactly thirty minutes later you gained a fifth part of the courage you needed for what is necessary to do. «Come on girl, what else do you got to lose, huh? Just go on and knock it ain't gonna kill you, it might as well even help and make things better with Eddie! You know the guy can be patient and understanding, if you explain he might actually forgive your stupidity!» those are the most positive words you've told yourself all day, and it kind of helped you give those three quick consecutive knocks at his door. Not even a minute passed when that same door was opened, being greeted by Edward's face, with a happy smile and even happier eyes, you couldn't help but think to yourself how cute and adorable he looked like that.

—Hi Eddie, can I come in? There's something I wanna talk about with you— you ask almost in a whisper.

—Sure! I also want to talk with you— he answers with a hint of excitment in his voice, moving over and behind his door as he opens it more letting you inside his apartment, and closing the door behind you.

—Oh...what do you want to talk about?—

—I'll tell you after you tell me what you want to discuss first!—

—Oh no, please you go first—

—You know I'm never going to say a thing unless you go first— he was more than serious, not to mention he has proven his words before.

—Okay okay fine! It's just that...look, I just wanted to apologize— you words came out shaking, almost whispered. Feeling your heart in your throat, you look like a scared dog avoiding it's owners stare after they messed up the living room and destroyed the sofa.

—What for, darling?—

—For earlier, I made you uncomfortable by just, y'know, touching and hugging you like I did earlier before you left...I'm sorry, I really am—

—What? Why would you think that?— you could say he even sounded offended by that

—Well...you seemed so nervous and acted so weird I thought you were mad at me— tears threatening to escape your eyes.

—Oh that...well then I'm sorry for leaving you with those ideas, I was just in a hurry, but I wasn't mad at you— he says with a little smile, his stare made you think he was remembering or imagining something. He got closer to you and lifted your chin softly with his thumb and index. —Now come with me, I got something to show you.— he continues with a little smile, that smirk that even though he had a hard time admiting it, he knows you like so much.

Without even waiting for your answer he took your wrist with his hand and almost dragged you outside, you asked where were you going but he just gave you a confident wink, something he did for the first time. Now that you recall, he's never been this "cocky" before, at least not with you, it feels as if he was showing another part of him, something unkown he locks within just for himself. As you walked beside him he had his head up and his back straightened up, another first. These constant surprises, adding with the anticipation and growimg curiosity of where he was taking you just removed the inmense sadness and anguish you provoked yourself all day long, making yoy realize just how important and special he really is, how the moment he started talking to you, everything just went better, he really was a home to you, your heaven.

During the walk, your wrist was never released from his gentle but firm wrip.

«The fuck are we doing around the Iceberg Lounge? He a party boy or something? Nah I mean look at the guy!! Well...to be fair he's been full of surprises lately» you monologued in your head, confused as you recognized the area and it's little fame. But instead you went into this not so known building, unknown enough that you didn't ever bothered to know it's name nor what it's purpose was. It was a rather tacky place, yet better than going into the Iceberg Lounge.

After going up the million stairs since the elevator seemed and sounded too crappy to be considered safe to be in, you found yourselves walking down an aisle, but your mind started to wonder, since this seemed like it was an aparment building or at least a very shitty hotel, which were common in certain areas, but the one idea that came into your mind and started to worry you was that maybe he was going to introduce you to someone, what else could it be?

—We're here— he said in a very difficult to decipher tone, he seemed nervous, even slightly regretful, but at the same happy and anxious in a good way. He called your name in a sweet and soft voice, he wanted to say so many things, but none managed to come out of his lips, not even as whispers. Embarrassed by this he just scoffed a little —Nevermind— and proceded to open the door, the last one in the corridor, letting you go inside first. There were just dim lights in the room, like lamps, but they were bright enough to allow you to see the whole room, to that the city lights that came from the street illuminating the room as well through the windows.

The more you walk inside the more worried and distressed you get, it looked similar to John Doe's room in that movie Se7en, just smaller and with the lack of religious figures, and that was basically about it. In all the madness this place was something in particular caught your attention, a wall with a desk against it, the wall filled with pictures and newspaper clips and titles from front pages, a lot of famous faces but with a title writen by hand stood out "THE TRUTH ABOUT GOTHAM". You felt your heart in your throat, a pit in your stomach with worry and your instinct telling you to get out of there as you looked closely how the peoples eyes were crossed from every picture, and how the smell and disaster of the room was just repulsive but bereable. The hints of dirt and bleach in the air made you feel sick. You felt so scared that you just turned around and aimed to the door expecting to get out, run out of there but instead Edward caught you the moment your whole body made that 180° turn, hugging you from your waist with your arms trapped as well.

—Where do you think you're going little dove?— it was that same sweet voice and tone he used to call your name a minute ago, but this time it didn't make you blush nor feel buterflies in your stomach, no, this time it made you panic, the fear making every limb in your body tingle with the adrenaline it needed to run as fast as humanly possible for kilometers and not get tired no matter in what physical condition, unfortunately you entered in a state of tonic immobilty, you could barely find yourself talking

—What's all this?— your voice barely coming out

—I cracked the code darling, I did find a way of giving all of those people what they deserve without anything bad happening to the one love— he replies finishing with a little giggle, that sound he made that you would've loved and provoked in other circumstances.

—What have you done?—

—Oh nothing yet, but we are going to do huge things that will change many important things in Gotham—

—What things?— you whispered, a tear running down your cheek

—Oh don't be scared my dear, we will only be unmasking the truth and let the people of Gotham see it all, make them see what really happens here— he answers in the most calming tone, licking thentear that had already found it's way on your chin, about to fall. —You did say you would do something as long as it didn't get yourself nor your family or loved ones hurt, right?—

—I did—

—Then there you go! You can do something, be the very change the city needs. Imagine it! The two of us working my plan out, the only and necessary plan to make things better, to really make a change— the passion and enthusiasm flooding his senses so much that his voice was the worst in hiding it, not that he had intended to do so anyways. —My sweetest, my love, please, I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't love you the way I do, please join me, be part of this with me— his hold only becomes tighter. His eyes express it all, his madness, his sickness, his delusion as well as his obsession, admiration and his twisted form of love towards you.

—Oh Eddie I-...I would love to, but I don't think I could be capable of doing things as well as you do, and...and— you trip over your own words, finding it difficult to even chose which ones to use, you love him so much, but this seems very dangerous, and his obsession terrifies you so.

—No, no my darling, you are exactly who I need, you are smart and intelligent, creative, ingenious, and you have so much potential waiting to be set free, to have a mission. Please, do this with me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't deemed you capable—

You really don't want you, but you are in the position were you don't see that denying him is a good possibility, or one at all, you love him and are scared to be left behind by someone as important as him, he crawled into your heart and earned your appreciation, respect and love like no one else has, he showed you that you are worthy of affection and attention, that you deserve honesty and so many marvelous things from people. And right now he's proving you exactly the contrary from what your insecurities made you belive, he does love you, and so much that he's even showing you this side of him, what he managed to hide from everyone.

—Fine...I will, I'll do it, just for you Eddie— you say giving in and against your gut and logical thinking, you felt as if you just betrayed yourself.

He couldn't help himself and just kissed you without any warning that he'd do so, taking you by surprise, it was sloppy and you could feel his nervousness by the way he kissed, no matter your fear you still managed to reciprocrate it, after all is what you have wanted for a while, and still desire, right?

As the time passed everything seemed normal, even in the abnormal situation you are stuck in, you did fairly easy things, you sometimes had to check out the window and look for certain people and write down the patterns you found in what they usually did, if they stayed for long and how much time they spent, if they were stoned or drunk or both, if they called a cab or drove, who they were accompanied by, eventually after Edward figuerd where they lived it was up to you to search for the building plans of their houses, which by the way, were almost impossible to find to the point you both had to search for them. You also passed his code/alphabet to a digital format so they could be printed. But something just felt wrong when he started buying rats and cages, and he started crafting weird boxes conected by plastic tubes, making them so they could fit into a manikin of his, but specially when you helped him make this sort of weird metal collar that seemed more like a cage to hold something within. It gave you chills from just imagining what they were most likely for. Whenever you asked what their purpose was, he just gave a quick giggle followed by a —You'll see my little dove, just wait and you'll see—, this of course only scared you more.

You cannot deny yourself that even though it still terrifies you the fact that you don't know much about the whole plan he has nor what he's capable of doing, you have been happy enough, specially when you are together in his other place, crafting whatever he wants to make, since it also makes him so happy and loves watching you work.

Yes it was all nice and loving usually, but things started to be more and more obvious of what he was truly planning and it was a constant fight between what your brain was telling you was going on and your heart crying out that he just couldn't be that type of person, your theory was just too much to bear, but you had enough with the uncertanties, you needed real proof instead of just hypothesis, so one night, as you were leaving, closing the windows you decided to leave the one next to the fire escape unlocked and lied to Edward's face that you did close everything right. And went back to your respective flats, after all Eddie did have work later. Meanwhile you had to do some chores but much later, after all you mother believes that you go out so night to work at a convenience store far from home, so you don't really have to go to work at least yet.

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Later that day, late in the afternoon, once you finished everything in your task list you went back to your "HQ", going up through the fire escape staircase and entering through the window you left unlocked earlier, he has the only set of keys so this was necessary.

You go towards his desk and open one of his diaries the one he was using currently, something you had strictly forbidden, he never even let you touch them, and since you know how he would notice if you touched anything, you made sure that the little notebook didn't move a single millimeter in any direction, and you didn't touch it directly with yiur hands you used the tweezers you work with when you help him and you cover your other hand with the hem of your shirt so you can make presure and it doesn't move while opening it. Looking through it without really reading it, until you found a particular page with drawings of a face with a box on it, or faces with tubes all around it, some "intructions" written over and over again to the point some words piled up against others, but you did read them, it explained how the rats are supposed to be inside the tubes while the person is wearing that thing. And as you advanced in his little diary you only confirmed the theories you had, but not only that, you saw that his plan was far beyond more horrible what you could imagine a human being capable of doing to someone else, this is the masterpiece of a monster, a real and extremely dangerous threat to everyone.

—How could I be so stupid?— you say in a soft sob. You were destroyed, you've been helping someone become one of the biggest murderers ever, you were helping him plan and commit terrorism in the future. You really should have listened to your gut for the first time and let the obvious clues he left give you the answer before really getting into trouble.

—Indeed my darling, how could you be so stupid? Doing exactly the one thing you are not allowed to do— a deep voice came from behind you, a muffeled but close voice.

You scream once the voice's owner is in your sight when you turn around, your legs become weak and can barely keep you standing. It was a man multiple green jackets on, black pants and boots, but what made him scarier was that green military mask against extrene cold but those familiar glasses on top of it, and white question mark painted on the jacket.

—Eddie?—

—Oh little dove, please do explain what were you doing— his voice only gets more intimidating by how he modifies it naturally.

—N-no! You explain!— you were already keen to play tough in situations were you are scared the most as you have proven yourself previously with your steo fathee, so this isn't an exception and it might save you from him if you keep him taking about something else.

He only tilts his head slightly as if wondering what you're talking about.

—Yes you explain why you have been using me so you can play terrorist, huh! Why you lied about spreading justice to Gotham and showing it's true colors to the people and expose the rich fuckers! When this is clearly more than all of that! You could've just told me you wanted revenge for whatever reason you might have with them, because this ain't justice from knowhere! Don't you bullshit me!— your voice breaking, trying your best not to scream at him, though your tone was challenging and firm enough.

—What are you talking about?— anger rises in him, and the breathing through his mask becomes more agitated and heavy.

—Oh what am I talking about? Oh let me catch you up in your own crap! You wanting to flood Gotham by bombing it, blowing the head off of the DA if he doesn't answer your riddles on time while live streaming, letting the comisioner get his face eaten by your fucking rats, killing the mayor with the final piece for you adored Batman to use it to discover what we carved on the floor beneath the carpet! Killing Bruce Wayne for something his father did, not him, his father! Are you joking?! Where the hell is justice in there, yeah maybe killing Falcone might be it, and a big maybe, but the rest is terrorism that's just plain obvious!— panic was making your mouth move faster than your brain, something that never ended well, but you couldn't help it, right now you're doing everything to avoid the fact that you were lurking into his diaries without his consent, but also, you need to confront him about this, what he did and is planning to do is much worse than what you did.

—What is wrong with you? How is it that you became so blind?— he sounds almost heart broken

—I don't think I'm the blind here! You wanna play terrorist and be the big man when we both know that deep inside you are just a scared little child in the body of a man pretending to be a hero instead of putting his shit together, go to therapy and make himself a nice and happy normal life or something!— you are screaming now but lauging at the same time as you speak, laughing to avoud crying, but he doesn't percive it as such.

Not a second passes after you finish pronouncing that last word when he slaps you across the face so hard that you even lost your balance, taking advantage of this he pushes you with such force that your body lies flat on the floor, back against it. It all happened so quickly that you weren't able to process it, it felt like even though it was all very obvious you didn't have a clue of what was happening. Before you know it he's straddling you, sitting on your hips, his hands surrounding your throat and squeezing it tight, choking you, you fight and kick and try to scratch him or at least hurt him but it was all useless.

—I saved you, I gave you a better life, I gave you everything, and this is what I get from you? Ungrateful little slut, you owe me your life and your devotion!—

Eventually you stop fighting, you pass out due to the lack of oxygen but it doesn't kill you.

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Something wakes you up, a cold and chilling breeze against your skin and a white light pointing directly at your face, you moan weakly for the light is too bright and it hurts your eyes.

—Wake up darling, it's very late already sleepyhead!— a soft voice speaks with a loving tone.

—What?— you mumble in response, a pain in your neck and face make presence, reminding you of what happened before you blacked out. But it makes no sense, that pain, but that sweet voice you recognize so well, was it all just a bad dream?.

You try to move your arms but you can't much, as if something was holding your wrists together, something that was also pulling the little hairs of your skin. This made you open your eyes finally, only to look at yourself lying on the cold floor, your wrists tied together with gray duct tape in front of your half naked body, resting on your bare abdomen. When you lift your face to look at him, he's still dressed like before when he caught you, the fear his little outfit provoked in you woke you up fully.

You tried getting away from him, but you found out how your ankles were also tied up but not together, in fact they were separated from each other and attatched to the floor but by the angle you're in you can't really know with what.

—Now where do you think you're going? Well...nowhere really— he says mockingly between giggles as he caresses your head softly with his gloved hand.

—What do you want from me you monster?— you scream sobbing, tears running down your cheeks.

—Nothing, however I do want to give you something. An opportunity—

—For what?—

—For you to repent for your actions and mindless words from earlier today—

—No! You betrayed, manipulated and lied to me!—

—I'm giving you a chance, no one ever gave me a chance, it would be such a shame if you had to learn your lesson the hard way— he says almost amused. His hand now makes way through your shoulders and your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them without being too rough.

—Get your filthy hands off of me!—

—No! You don't give orders here! You have to be corrected after what you did! I will make you regret talikg to me like that, you are only receiving what you deserve— he screams at you while his fingers manage to pinch one of your nipples through your bra.

You try to shove his hands off with your forearm but the only thing you win from your struggle is another slap from him. He's quick and puts your tied wrists right on top of your head and against the floor, dragging the stool where he usually sits when he's working on his desk and positions one of it's legs in the space inside your arms, finally he puts one of the boxes filled with heavy material on the stool making it impossible to escape.

—Everything was going perfectly, exactly how it was supposed to, why did you have to ruin things?— he sounds heartbroken again, betrayed even. —You are making me do all this, just look at you, all I needed so you could stay put, putting up a fight like if you were strong and tough, and for a moment I almost believed it, but I know you women are all the same, when in reality you will just let your slutty self be, won't you?—

—No! Just let me go! You don't know what you're doing and there's no reason at all for you to do this so stop it!— you say almost begging.

—Oh but I do! And yes, there is a reason for all this, you see...apparently you don't know your place and you don't know how to follow simple rules, so I am going to correct it, make you learn these things so well that you will never want to commit those mistakes again, it's all for your good, darling— he explains simply, and though it's not visible, his smile can be heard forming within his mask. Both of his hands run through your torso, caressing and enjoying everything he can touch. —Stop squirming, you're only making things harder for yourself— he scolds though he can't deny that the sight of you still trying to fight, squirming, is enjoyable, it makes him want to force you so succumb to him, to have complete power over you once again, but this time he won't lose it. The more you beg him to stop and how you try to negociate with him and give false promises is so pathetic that it only arouses him, specially since he has fantasized about this type of scenario with you multiple times and every single time he has fucked his fist to the thought while smelling the underwear he stole from your bedroom.

Two of his fingers rub against your clothed cunt making slightly more pressure in the area where your clit is and the whimper it provokes from you is better than anything he had ever imagined.

—No please stop it! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I did and all the things I said, I really am so sorry, please forgive me!— you beg in a soft sob, trying to put aside the sensations your body is feeling.

—Oh you are sorry? After all of that fight now you say sorry? I don't think you mean it darling, you are too late— he makes aside the part of your panties covering your slit and slides a finger along your pussy, you are just wet enough to make it easy for him. His stare is centered just in your privates, paying close attention to what he sees and what he does and how he does it.

He knows where to touch, but he is sloppy with his movements, making circles around your clit and touching it a few times on accident, unfortunately for you, those little accidents made you wail with pleasure, feeling guitly on how your body betrayed you.

He likes it when you mewl due to the pelasure he gives you, he loves even more how you try so hard to not make them, maybe for his own pleasure he could force more of those beautiful sounds out of you, so he ends up giving your body what it feels it needs, he moves his gloved finger up and down through your cunt rubbing your clit directly, variating on the speed every now and then, and just when he notives how your thighs tense and your toes curl he stops. The moan of disappointment you try to contain is bloss to his ears.

—Look at you, you really are such a pathetic little slut! But here the best part is...that you're mine, my own slut.— his laughs only embarrass you more, your humilliation increasing to the sincere disappointment you felt when he stopped.

—Now say it...say what you are—

—No...— you reply weakly

—No?— there is anger in his voice, he thought you were finally getting somewhere. He slaps your clit with three of his fingers, it wasn't a hard slap since he didn't want to really hurt you but it certaintly sounded like it. —Are you sure?— he says a bit satisfied by the groan you let out.

—I said no!—

He slaps your clit enough times until you stop trying to contain your moans, until you can't control them anymore. He stops only to slide two of his fingers inside you, hurting you in the process and if it weren't because of how wet you are, it would've been even more painful. His fingertips touching and pushing your cervix lightly once his fingers were completely inside you. He doesn't want to hurt you really, on the contrary, he wants you to feel good against your will, so instead of pulling them out, he curls them inside you until he finds that sweet spot of yours. He's still sloppy but he's also a fast learner, making him miss a couple of times, but making your body feel incredible, and making you, your conscious self feel worse but more willing to do and say anything for him to stop this torture.

—Please! I'm sorry I really am, please forgive me, please stop! I am your pathetic little slut! There I said it now please leave me alone!—

—Hmmm I'm not so convinced...— he says in a little giggle.

—I am a pathetic little slut just for you because I'm yours and...and I'm so sorry I said all those horrible things and spied on you! I am very sorry and I regret it! Please! I promise to be good! Please Eddie! Please!— you beg almost screaming yet finding it hard to form the words in your mouth and pronounce them correctly. But instead of stopping he only increased the speed at which his fingers moved, hitting your sweet spot, forcing you to repeat your "speach" but a bit different or with other words each time, but he continued until you came undone, arching your back and your thighs almost cramping for how intense the orgasm is, groaning a little —Please— as you squirted accidentally his hand. You were so lost in your sadness and emotional pain, and the pleasure that you couldn't control it nor did you know it would happen.

You try to catch your breath as your body relaxes, his fingers finally pulling away, your eyes shut tight like if it would make the world disappear. He looks at his glove fascinated and surprised, he didn't expect you to squirt, but he couldn't be happier about it. His hard on is hurting him now, he desperately needs to relieve himself, but not now, not when he's not done with you yet.

After really figuring it out, he gave you one orgasm after another in multiple ways, just fascinated by the way your body reacted to different stimulus, it was almost like if he was experimenting with you, until you really couldn't anymore, until your body was shivering, until you softly whispered asking him to stop and your eyes closed, passing out. He panicked for a moment until he confirmed you were still alive, he just didn't know that could happen.

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You are waken up by a light again, but this time it's the soft light of dawn shining through all the room yet not hitting you directly. It's not your room nor Edward's "HQ", it's his appartment, his room. The memories of everything that happened to you attack your mind and wake you up completely, feeling the adrenaline run through your veins, sitting up in the bed in alert and your breathing shaky and irregular but heavy.

—Woah! What's wrong?— he asks amused

You immediately turn your head to search where he's at and you find him standing near the corner of the bed. The memories of yesterday advice you to stay still and not say a word, your eyes start crying but your face stays expressionless, and your heart racing faster when he walks around the bed until he's on your side right next to you and his index and thumb caress your chin and lift your face softly.

—What's wrong? Why do you cry darling?— he continues with a little grin on his face. —Please tell me—

—I...I remember what you did to me...I remember it all— your voice is raspy from all the screaming you did yesterday, making it hurtful to speak.

—Good! You'll need to remember it in case you plan on commiting certain mistakes again, but...it seems like you did learn your lesson, didn't you, darling?— he hisses the pet name menacingly.

—I did...— you whisper in order to keeo your voice from more damage. —I accepted your punishment...but you still need to explain why you're going to murder those people— the moment you say it you regret it but you don't back down.

He sighs and seats in front of you, taking your hands and resting them on his palms.

He spent a really long while explaining things to you, repeating himself over and over again but telling things in such way that they made sense after repeating them long enough, he also explained how much they all damaged him and how, everything they've done and how much they poison Gotham with their mere existance, that there is no other way for these people to learn and act otherwise, the only way to take their power away is by killing them and getting rid of everything from the roots, like a poisonous plant that becomes a plague and invasive species that kills other plants, trees, and animals. Work by word, and every point he proved, the more he managed to convince you until you were sure that his way was THE way to get things done. He was willing to truly change the city, to do what Batman doesn't dare to do, the reason why he's failed so far in making a difference.

He did it, he changed your point of view on things, your morals, he changed you.

It was mid october, soon the plan you've been working on will be taken into action, everything was already prepared and finished, four hands work faster than just two. But your part in this is over, he made it clear he didn't want you to get involved in the crime scenes nor anything thst gets public, and he wants nothing to link you to him nor his Riddler persona. It wasn't safe and it would take so many things from you, you still have a whole future ahead of you, an opportunity, a chance in life, something that was ripped away from him, something that he will not take from you. All the times the topic came up you ended up saddened by the thought of him locked up in Blackgate, or well...most likely in Arkham Asylum, scared by what might happen to him or what inmates or patients could do to him, but he always asured you he'd be fine, and joked how you could at least give him a visit once a week, to which you agreed seriously every time.

As the days pass, the more time you spend with him to the point you even wait for him near where he works once he's done, and the more and more excuses you tell your mother so she believes you're doing something productive and allows you to go out without curfews nor problems.

In these weeks you finally have normal dates with him, it was almost like if you were a normal couple instead of lovers partners in crime. Such sweet moments you shared that they almost made you forget how what he did to you months ago made you feel.

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It's October 30th, the last day he'd allow for you to see eachother, he didn't want to risk anything and all the evidence that you were ever in his Riddler HQ was finally erased completely.

It was already pretty late at night and you were about to go to sleep, he did want to rest earlier to make sure he'd be at his best for tomorrow. You were looking for a jacket of your you'd forgot days ago and finally remembered it even existed when you came across a coat of his, it had a black question mark painted on the same side as his Riddler jacket and almost as big.

—Hey Eddie what's this?— you ask as you get it out with it's hook still holding it.

—What? Oh...that!— he looked a bit scared and sounded nervous. —It's the first piece of clothing I personalized for my outfit. I completely forgot it was there, how could I?!— he answes panicked. —I should get rid of it—

—Or...I could wear it and be with you and help you! Except for when it's time for the give-yourself-in part of the plan!— you add expectant, hugging the coat tightly.

—Ha ha very funny— he replies sarcastically.

—I mean it could work. I'll use the same safety measures you'll use to avoid leaving evidence behind at the scene of the crime! Just think about it, please?—

He walks toward you until there's almost no space between your bodies, grabbing both sides of ypur face with his hands, lifting it slightly and staring into your eyes. —No...you already helped enough, you did everything I asked of you perfectly. This is the one thing I will do on my own, it's me the one who's really willing to take a life in cold blood, it's what they owe me, not you, remember that.—

—Alright I get it, you're right— you sigh in defeat. —But can I at least keep it? The police won't have a reason to even steo foot inside my apartment!—

—Sure, but of they do you throw it right away, understood?—

—Yes sir!— you say jokingly but you reach to give him a short kiss to reasure him that you would.

However you did have it all planned out, if the police ever found out about your relationship with him you both already predicted what you'd say and what to answer to all the possible questions they'd ask, Eddie even taught you how to cheat the polygraph test just in case, so yeah you were all good.

—Well can I see it on you?—

He scofs in response but does take his blue jacket to put the coat on anyways. It looked really good on him yet you could understand why he chose the second one, it wasn't scary enough nor that practical. He looks checks himself out without using a mirror and then looks at you waiting for an answer.

—Well it looks really good on you but y'know, it's not "Riddler" enough and it surely you don't look as comfortable as you do in your other outfit.—

He smiled at your comment and proceded to sit on the edge of the bed.

—However you still look very handsome in it—

He blushes and looks away, trying to hide the huge smile that forms in his face. «Is this the man that's going to commit such crimes? Is this who did that to me?» it's what you asked yourself, failing to give yourself an accurate answer.

You sit next to him and lie on your side, resting your head on his lap, sad that this isnmost likely to be the last time you can be like this with him, in a safe space and him having you all to himself.

He separates his legs to slide an arm under you and pick you up to carry your torso, his other arm surrounding your waist and supporting you as well.

—I will miss this...— he says sincerely.

—I will too...maybe so much it'll drive me crazy— you admit.

—I don't think so, you'll be alright darling—

—You don't know that, I was so alone without you and I've become used to you, you are part of me Eddie! Don't you see how much you mean to me?—

He's astonished by your words and doesn't find himself word for you.

—Just remember how imprtant you are to me...okay?—

He nods silently, hugs you tighter as of you were to disappear if he didn't, and kisses you like it was the last time he'd ever see you. You caress the back of his head, pulling him closee to you, tears forming in your eyes. He stops for a second and his mouth find your neck and start kissing there instead, tickling you.

—Hey! What are you doing?— you ask between giggles.

He remains silent, you feel how he starts sucking the skin of your neck, the slight pain makes you nervous and he can notice your uneseaness but it doesn't stop him, he keeps going and makes little stops only to go to another piece of your skin around the same area, he's definitely marking you.

As you started to feel aroused by this you also start to feel more nervous and even scared, the last time you felt like this around him was when he "corrected you", since then he didn't even try a thing. He knew how you'd feel if he did, but since today's your last day together he hopes you let him do it.

When he's "done" he stares at your face, your expression says it all. After this your mind shuts down somehow, you perceive everything that happens but you can't really move, it's like when he let you into his other place for the first time, how you wanted to run and escape him but you just couldn't no matter how hard you tried and barely being able to talk.

He smiles, pleased. He knows you're completely his and that there's nothing to stop him from what he'll do.

—Don't be scared my darling, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a good last moment with you, will you let me?— he asks while stroking your cheek.

You're fighting against yourself but those words put you in the position where you feel the need to push the memories he made in you and what it made you feel and the defense mechanisms he created thanks to what he did away and do everything to make you spill out the one word he wants to hear —Yes—.

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It all happened so slowly, the whole moment was like if you were never going to get out of it, all the sensations he provoked and the reactions your body had felt pleasurable, but scary at the same time, guilt taking away the emotional and mental pleasure from the act, even though now he was treating you with true and "romantic" passion and, we could even say, with love and affection, he was considerate and cared about your pleasure yet you just can't enjoy it completely.

It was early in the morning and the sun is comign up, you couldn't sleep all night and watched the sun come up, your mind blank but repeating one of your favourite songs over and over again until you heard him wake up. You look at him and still don't believe what happened last night, you feel it's all on you after all he was so nice and caring with you. You turn to hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck, asking for his forgiveness in your head.

After he woke up completely which didn't takenlong, you had a little breakfast and pretended to be happier than ever, and as if you didn't feel uncomfortable on your own skin. You did enjoy these very last moments with him but contrary to last night it all passed so quickly and before you knew it you were both in the hall, near the stairwell were you first met, giving each other one last and truly beautiful kiss

—You say hi to Batman for me, okay?— you say with a little smile.

—Sure thing!— he smiles back, it was that smile that made you fall in love with him time ago, genuine and almost like a little kids.

—Good luck and you give them what they deserve, okay?—

—Of course...but you do come and visit me!—

—You know I will...you know I will always go back to you—

#edward nygma #the riddler #paul dano riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dark fic #edward nashton

[ekwolfwood]

Happy New Year I wanted to be back and I actually had a post about the bad things AND the good things complete with photos but it fucking uuhhhhhhhhh broke? So. Yeah. I'll try again but nooo, no photos for me i guess.

but anyways HELLO WORLD, MY QUEUE IS ACTUALLY ALMOST DEAD I HAVE BEEN ACCIDENTALLY AVOIDING THIS PLACE FOR REASONS UNKNOWN EVEN TO ME.

but yeeeeah about that 2023. its been a ~real bad year~ huh, or was it just me? Thought I'd throw up a little end ofthe year wrap up, but have been putting it off because a lot of it sucked.

Between multiple deaths in the family, covid still doing its plaguebearing thing, so much fucking stress, worsening symptoms and endless doctor visits and even worse fatigue thats left me in bed most of each week, im... it seems like i got nothing done.

But it wasnt all bad! I'm trying to think on all the things i did this year (and a LOT of things i acquired this year i did... a lot of retail therapy for the first time in my life really???)

-I cant believe i got to see a Rick Riordan Q&A live, like, it seems like AGES ago but was only this year???? It was a genuine bucket list item for me

-i started drawing again??? And im kinda improving???? Id like to share some of it one day somewhere?? Scary.

-got to dip my toes back into cons again! Only the safe/outdoor ones, but it was nice seeing folks again, despite some drawbacks (like AN being 40°C and witnessing a real stupid truck crash, and Yeti being nothing but stress overall and causing some ~brand new (old) symptoms~)

-I started my new life of cosplaying my own OC's over other things. Being Virtue (my dnd pastel barbiecore nightmare child) was absolutely freeing, i cant wait to make him 7 million new outfits

-especially because i got to do a freaking location shoot at a super cool, very out of the way waterfall, with a reflecting pool. i cant wait to bring so many things there

-also did a waterfall tour of Owen Sound. soooooo many dnd/dragon age/etc shoot ideas

-im also saving up for a few dream dragon age costumes, and its gonna be like uhhhhh.... $500ish worth of scalemail? (for two seperate projects)

-speaking of dragon age, i got alex into inquisition and i've become a nightmare about it again im not sorry

-alex and i went halvsies on thigh high boots that are 100% for my Lavellan, because he's a thot and deserves them

-tell me not to spend another like $150cdn on the official shirts. theyre just. so SOFT. they are a pure sensory joy.

-i bought so many cardigans from independent artists, on preorders. and like none of them are here yet but next falls gonna be 👌👌👌

-i have a lolita problem. got to wear one of my fanciest to the cherry blossoms at the height of my pain flares back in the spring! i now have two new dresses on top of that! there's a third im eyeing right now to go with one of my new cardigans! its a real problem y'all 😂

-but by far my biggest and best decision was i saved up for two solid years and was able to buy myself A FREAKING PS5 without breaking budget at all?????? I'm genuinely proud of myself, this was the exact opposite of an impulse buy??? even got to gift a friend the CoD game that came with it, because i was never gonna touch that lol

Next year better keep up the good things, and no new fucking symptoms. Also, depending on the Yeti news, im not letting myself be that fucking stressed this time around.

#housekeeping #HISSSSSSSSSSSS take two