#AND SO BEFORE I COULD CHANGE MY MIND I CUT THIS FUCKING CORD

[crashthegates]

god i'm SO! FUCKING! STUPID!

[inkdrinkerworld]

Remmy and sensitive!reader who misheard him talking with James and Sirius about something/someone and mistakes it as them talking bad about them. Reader avoiding Remmy for days, avoiding his touch and barely talking to him until he has enough and confronts reader who just breaks down into tears instantly

“No I know mate! It’s so fucking annoying!” You hear the words tumble out of Remus’ mouth with full frustration and freeze in the doorway.

He could be talking about anyone. Right?

James pipes up next, “There’s no way they don’t know they’re fucking annoying.”

Maybe it is you.

“Doesn’t seem like it. They’re just always there. Sometimes some breathing room would be nice.”

You’re convinced now by Remus’ words that it’s you they’re talking about and the frog in your throat swells and tightens your vocal cords.

Silently, you wipe the tears running down your cheeks and make your way to the bathroom.

Remus knows you’re home ten minutes after his phone call when he smells your peach body wash wafting through the bedroom.

“Hi dovey,” his words saccharine as he holds his arms open to you.

“Hi,” you don’t walk into his arms, instead brushing the curve of his shoulder as you go to your closet for your pyjamas.

“Something wrong?” He leans back on his palms, worrying his bottom lip as he watches you change in the closet.

You wonder for a moment how he could’ve been so cruel and now pretend like he wasn’t just complaining to James about how much you’re around him.

“Uh uh,” Remus’ alarms are going off and he stands up, walking over to you now that you’re dressed.

“Dove,” he murmurs, hands holding your thighs. “Are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”

Has he done something wrong? The nerve of him- and still you can’t find it in yourself to do much else than tear up.

“No,” your breathing is quickly becoming labored and Remus worries that you might make yourself faint.

“Talk to me, baby.” It’s the baby that does you in, all soft and honeyed and sugary sweet when his words earlier had been so harsh and jagged.

“You told James that it was annoying that I’m always in your space.”

“What?” His heart stops, mind whirring at the impossibility of your words.

Sniffling you carry on, “I heard you when I came in-“

“Baby, no-“ you cut him off.

“It’s okay to want your own space, sorry for crowding you before.”

God Remus could cry at how small you sound.

“We weren’t talking about you baby, you have to believe that.” His massive hands are cupping your cheeks robe, keeping your eyes level with his.

“You don’t have to lie, Rem,” Your tears are still tumbling down, nose running while you hold your breath. You have a strange feeling this is going to head into, ‘we should break up’ territory.

“I’m not lying, sweet girl. You can call James now if you think so, but I swear we were talking about Frank and his newest fling’s inability to not be all up in each other’s space every five seconds.”

You blink, “So you don’t want us to break up? You aren’t annoyed with me? Because if you are,” you take a shuddering breath. “I can take it.”

Remus tuts, “There’s not a possible timeline where I’d be breaking up with you. Baby, I swear on everything holy and sacred that I wouldn’t ever think let alone speak about you that way. We really were talking about Frank.”

You sigh, tension releasing from your muscles. “M’sorry,” you whimper, shutting your eyes as Remus stamps soft, sticky kisses to your face.

“Nothing to be sorry for, my love.” Remus kisses your forehead and then your lips. “I love you more than life itself, dove. Not a fucking thing I wouldn’t do for you, yeah? Best thing I ever had.”

Remus spends the rest of the night kissing and holding you, he even calls James up to reassure you that he’d never speak about you like that.

James is aghast you even wonder and promise you that if Remus ever lost his mind like that he’d kick his ass.

[babiebom]

Hi :3 Can I request???? Sabation (sdv) x pregnant fem wife reader headcanons

A/N: this is actually really cute and especially because I posted the how many kids I think they’ll have thing I can kinda go into detail for each kid. AHHHHHH one thing about me is that I’m a family oriented sim(person) and I LOVE kids. I know it’s a thing right now to hate kids but I don’t and a lot of my fics involve this and I’m ranting so I’ll end this note here lmao.

Tw:pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy complications, cursing, lmk if I should tag anything else!!

Bc:probably at least 10

Stardew Valley Masterlist

So in my other post I said that he would have either one or how many his partner wants

So I’m gonna say three because I think that’s like the average amount of kids people have

The very first pregnancy Sebastian is absolutely out of his mine

“Don’t touch my wife” “be careful she’s pregnant” “she can’t have that it’s not good for her or the baby”

To be honest I think you being pregnant would cause him to be more outspoken

Like usually he doesn’t say anything unless he has to speak up because he’s sorta antisocial(I don’t think he’s shy, he’s quiet because he wants to be)

But now he’s always saying something to someone.

He is literally just out of his mind with worry and he has to keep you and the baby safe

STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE❗️❗️❗️🗣️🗣️

If it’s a particularly hard pregnancy he’s even more protective

Like if your doctor says bedrest Sebastian is taking that SERIOUSLY

You are not getting out of that bed unless you have to piss or shit nothing else.

He is so lucky to have a stay at home job, and even if you take time off because of the pregnancy he can take care of the animals.

At the birth he probably passes out while seeing your child being born

But it’s not out of disgust, it’s because his emotions are out of control.

Cries at the hospital, probably more than you do are you have to be like….Seb please calm down I get you love the baby but you’re crying all over them…….

Second child he’s more calm but is still VERY strict with you

Also since you already have a kid, the dynamic has changed.

He completely takes over anything that you were in charge of parenting wise.

Won’t let you cook for anyone

And the only thing you would be allowed to do is stuff you can do in bed

The second birth goes more smoothly, and he actually stays awake through it and is able to watch your child be born

Third pregnancy he would probably be ramped up in worry especially if you have had complications before and this being your last child

Since this would be your third time going through this I think he would be sick with worry but confident that you could take care of yourself.

During the third birth he actually has the confidence to cut the umbilical cord and would probably be excited to do so

Would probably be hesitant to have sex while you’re pregnant

Like all three pregnancies he would be like ummmmmm I don’t know about that what if I hurt you?

Will have sex if you reassure him bc I do think he might have a bit of a breeding kink and would want to.

I think first and second labors were progressed by y’all fucking

Third you both didn’t need to because your body was like yup let’s get it over with

Overall a very helpful and anxious daddy

Actually tries to make sure your kids get along

And tries to make sure that his relationship with them is good.

[malwaredykes]

the untapped Enemy Of The State Potential is one of boones best funniest traits tbh like ok since im in charge of Awesome Flawless FNV Remake Available Exclusively On My Beautiful Mind im rewriting boones personal #journey arc primarily by expanding on it because i mean yeah fatalistic thinking and the question of agency vs authority and having to live with having done something inexcusable and The Denying Of Closure are good themes but to me theyre not enough here. that lack of closure about something that really intrinsically can never entertain the idea of closure is all well and good, but... lets keep going lets put a pin in that. lets turn once again to boones potential for becoming wanted by the ncr government. boone i know you want to go apeshit. its time to admit that its always been about the system youd been conditioned into never questioning and which you continued to mentally cling to as you felt there was no other purpose or direction to your existence in the wake of all the disastrous events in your life. but its time to develop a grasp on your agency as a human being boone. and yes some of that is going to make you feel worse because, Well. The Complicity. bitter springs. but you know what, it is also freeing and the right thing to do. release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin. youre already there just look around you. youve cut the ropes that held you back, now its time to rip and shred the ropes that still are wrapped around you. its there. youve physically gotten out. and its time to evolve. "now if iiiiii were to assassinate the president 🤔" i know you want to. im not saying you should but i know youve thought about it before. "guess that settler was well-connected" yes isnt that fucked up i know you think thats fucked up. and oh your friend the courier just did something fucked up at mccarran and all these ncr soldiers and staff are trying to shoot them? of course its the courier youre defending when faced with the immediate choice i mean if its between "fuck the ncr. die" and "fuck the person im ride or die for because theyre a force of destiny that entered my life to change it one way or another and now i care about them deeply. die" well of course youre choosing the path of Leave My FACKING FRIEND Alone You Beasts. but of course the situation doesnt have to be this immediately dire. it doesnt have to stem from an immediate danger to your new object of loyalty. we dont have to let it go down this particular route. no need to have something this drastic happen. you can reach this conclusion simply by giving into the desire youve repressed for years to go apeshit at the ncr government and every arm of its hegemony. that bubbling rage? that "if i let this fester inside me im gonna do a fucking murder-suicide about it"? that in a certain timeline you do in fact end up doing a murder-suicide about? thats not just hateful desperation. thats a feeling, hitherto bottled up and unrefined and volatile, that you should allow to breathe and photosynthesize and grow into something beautiful and true and let it blossom and bear fruit. boone, there is no need to feel alone and helpless and directionless in your unfulfilled desire to cut the umbilical cord.

so. enough rationalizing things as rotten spots and necessary burdens in an otherwise inevitable righteous system, you knowwwww thats pure bullshit. my advice, do some reading. reading is fundamental, and luckily for you, you literally know a very literate anarcho-communist. i can guarantee you that you could walk up to arcade and be like "👉👈 hi gannon soooo i want to get into critiques of capitalism and of the military, and into anarchism and other leftist theory. i want to know about Other Ways to run things. could you give me some recommendations? for books and essays and so on. thanks" and he would be like "boone, yes. Absolutely. yes. i will prepare a reading list for you. gosh." and youll be given a stack of books, with notes and a directory. however, if you two are currently on really bad terms to the point where he doesnt wanna talk to you at all, hey, theres other followers of the apocalypse that would be happy to help. providing education is literally one of their main things. either way, youll finally feel vindicated about things that used to make you feel like you were just going insane. boone you werent going insane you were in fact being onto something. baby that time you saw an ncr military police on the strip facing away from you and there was a loose brick on the ground and it was calling to you like the green goblin mask? that time you were at camp forlorn hope and folks kept saying shit like "that red beret is looking good soldier" and you didnt respond or even look at them because you were focused on containing the urge to grab them by the shoulders and start shrieking? well you see those are actually instincts that tell us you have potential. you have the power to end these patterns. you want to. you need to. thats where you should go. theres a world of ideas waiting for you to tap into and be liberated by. you have nothing to lose but your pitiful pension (you can even keep the beret like who cares). there is so much you can do. its not about allegiance or moral debt or soothing personal guilt, its about doing the right thing. there are so many paths in front of you. also youre trans. like, that one also isnt just you going insane, its real and its right and its you, you are transgender

[batvvvvv]

next up is this guy!!! i went through...several cords trying to get my tablet to connect while i worked on this but here he is nonetheless! info below the cut once again

edward's parents wanted a daughter who was polite, patient, and well-behaved; someone to carry on their (so-called) respectable lineage. instead, they got a rude, loud-mouthed, and shockingly brilliant little girl who made it very clear he wouldn't be controlled.

it was clear from the start that school was... not for him. he was loud and inattentive, a smartass with no filter. a born problem child! but he wasn't trying to be troublesome; he just didn't understand. people, he would later learn, were just like puzzles. but this was one he couldn't solve yet.

in 6th grade he told his mom he was a boy; she told him he was being ridiculous and thought that'd be the end of it. eddie nashton, having named himself that day, felt otherwise. so he cut his hair and quit trying to please people. they thought he was obnoxious? good! they're all just jealous!

school was hell, between bullies and his own, rapidly declining mental health, but he bore it with a grin and eventually got out with a 4.0 gpa and a fuck-you to everyone. he changed his name to Edward Nygma, and vanished.

life on his own was... not easy, but eventually he scraped enough money together for his own place. then, his time was spent devouring every bit of news about the wave of heists that was hitting gotham, before supercrime was in fashion.

ed becomes obsessed with these crimes, how they were executed and, more importantly, how they failed. the criminals ALWAYS got caught! if they did it like this, they could've gotten away with it! then he thinks: hey, if i did it like this, i could get away with it! so, to prove how dumb these criminals are and because he's broke edward plans a heist.

it goes perfectly, until he's walking out the door. he knows he's done everything right but his head screams that he's going to be caught, unless he leaves something behind on purpose. so he scrawls a riddle on the floor and books it!!

they don't catch him. he'd left a CLUE, and those idiots still failed! with his ego in the stratosphere, he tries again! and again, and again, each time leaving a clue behind. the riddler hits the newspapers and, while he finds the name a bit silly, it's a kind of attention he didn't know he'd been dying for.

he upsizes. his crimes get more elaborate, until he's living in an apartment 2x the size, and everyone has heard the riddler's name. then he slips up, and the cops show up during his next exploit. he panics, takes a hostage, and sets off on a grandiose speech about how they're all BUGS, insignificant compared to the enigma. this buys him time to flee!

he tries to lay low, and finds he can't stop himself. he goes mad with the tedium of regular life, fearing he'll lose his mind if he doesn't do something.

so the riddler returns full-force, evolved into much more than a petty robber, and much more than anyone ever expected of him.

[kriegertops]

I don’t know how things went downhill so fast, but here is a few things I heard in SD during the championship last year.

1. Ash did not want to leave the Pride or Orlando. Ali was not playing there another season. It was a dumpster fire & everyone saw it.

1. Ashlyn wanted Ali to retire at the end of 2022 when she did. Ali was not ready and told her so.

1. Ash was not happy that Ali went and spent a week with Kyle after his operation to help him out. In Dec 2022.

2. Ash was upset that Ali didn’t spend Sloane’s birthday with them and just join the team in FL after the fact in Feb 2023.

3. Ali also changed her mind on a few things that they had planned on after retirement.

Ashlyn didn’t feel like a priority to Ali anymore.

The person I heard this from said they had a huge discussion in early May and some very hard truths came out of that discussion that Ash at that point knew it was time to move on & that it was essentially over, at least for her.

I am not taking sides but sometimes marriages don’t work out and it’s time to cut the cord & move on. I think they are both doing their best to pick up the pieces & find happiness for themselves.

Could this have been handled better by both? Absolutely. But pain, grief & hurt make you say & do things that you normally wouldn’t. I don’t think Ali ever thought that there wasn’t anything they couldn’t work out.

If we as fans or former fans of one or both of them are being honest with ourselves. We should have seen some serious red flags 🚩 in the 13 years. Go back & listen to some interviews the last year to a year & a half. There’s some really big red flags but we were just blinded by their cuteness.

Let’s all try to remember Social Media was a tiny fraction of what we saw of their lives.

My big takeaways of this are…

1. I think the timing of Ash’s retirement changed the dynamic of their relationship in a way.

2. Caring for two children under two will test the strongest of marriages.

3. I am not really sure what Ash meant in her post about not always being entirely happy in their relationship but adopting two children together is a huge commitment, if you know where I’m going with this.

There’s more takeaways, but in all reality, this was not a relationship that was going to survive no matter where they lived or who retired when, or how many children they had. They were two people that wanted different things in life & neither wanted to give & take. This was a classic case of both of them contributing to a failed marriage but thats how it usually works. It’s not just one person.

PS. Sophia Bush should have known better. But there was always going to be someone next for Ash because she is just more needy than Ali. That’s not being mean, it’s just a fact.

These are some really interesting points and it all does make sense. As I’ve said before not all marriages or relationships last. Both Ali and Ashlyn contributed to the downfall of their marriage. All of these challenges make sense and are ones that they should have tried to work through a little longer in my opinion considering they adopted children and made so many promises to the birth parents. Regardless though when done properly separations and divorces work.

None of these things though excuse cheating and that’s the bottom line. There’s no way Ashlyn was actually trying to work through her marriage like she claimed to be while partying all summer and fucking around with her mistress. Furthermore Ashlyn’s acted like a selfish prick throughout and none of her behaviour has been acceptable.

Once again separations and divorces happen and it makes sense that with Ashlyn’s retirement major life changes happened. But that doesn’t excuse Ashlyn’s behaviour. Ya we should’ve seen the red flags over the years and tbh I had already been pretty skeptical but things happened so quick and during Ali’s last season and honestly I think the speed of the separation and divorce had a lot to do with Ashlyn fucking around and wanting to be with the homewrecker….. other wise it would’ve made sense to just hold on until after Ali’s retirement and handle things quietly then when both of them would be out of the spotlight and have privacy.

[anarcho-puppy]

rant below cut (no tws)

i always feel awful after each of my choir and orchestra concerts. not because i did bad, per se, but because my family makes each of my mistakes seem like sins of the highest stature. tonight’s choir concert was one of my best concerts—our tone changes were very good, we sang more songs than usual, and our dynamics were great—but as soon as i walked out of the theater the first thing my mom said to me was, “are you ready to go yet?” mind you, a few others and i had just spent the last ten minutes disassembling the risers and wrapping cords—which my parents know has to be done, as they’ve been to many concerts—and i still had yet to greet my friends and congratulate my classmates. my big brother stayed up past his bedtime to see our concert and i hadn’t even hugged him before my parents were asking me to leave. i told them i had a couple more things to do and then i’d be ready to go, but they kept coming up to me and asking, “are you ready yet?” finally they got tired of waiting and told me they were leaving now and i could ride with them or find a way home on my own. i went with them, of course, and on our way to the car they made comment after comment about mistakes they thought my choir and the other choirs made. they kept congratulating me and telling me how fun it was, but then they’d turn around and say, “was the body precussion supposed to be off?” and, “was that song supposed to sound like that?” i’m so fucking tired of feeling like i fucked up the entire concert because of them, and holding in my tears on the car ride home just to sob my eyes out as soon as i’m in the privacy of my room. it’s shit like this that has me counting down the days until i move out.

[ayaz--ates]

drrutherford​:

Bloody hell. He wishes he was sober for this. 

He follows obligingly as Ayaz redirects him elsewhere, not paying their changing environment any attention thanks to the effort it takes just to keep his vision from fuzzing in the corners. He blinks as the lieutenant turns to face him, feeling the nausea return with a vengeance when Ayaz asks him to define the emergency.

Leyla’s face swims into his mind. Cassie’s and Ayda’s too. 

The surgeon reaches a hand out to steady himself, fearing for a moment he might be sick. But the wave passes, and he’s able to regain control over his vocal cords. “Leyla. She and that arsemonger of a boyfriend of hers. They’re-… Ayda’s thrown some kind of party and they’ve gone to the bar. Some-… Dunno, but she mentioned Russians. Don’t know why the fuck they’re there.” Worry deepens the frown on his face.

“You know Leyla, the way she downplays… I want her out. Hoping you know how.”

.

Leyla in Haringey was a red flag in itself, if only because he didn’t trust a single one of those fucking cretins, even with her. Add the Russians to the equation? Worse. But Laurent St. Pierre’s presence irritating them further, particularly if they took note of them being together, was more than enough to shoot up the same red flag it obviously had for Gideon. What the hell was she thinking, taking him there? What the fuck were the Turks playing at, inviting the Russians to Ayda’s bar in the first place..?

“Sit down,” he said simply, concerned that he was going to face plant before he even had chance to get a call off. Then he turned to one of the cocktail waitresses conveniently passing by, “Can we get some drinks, please? And water. Plenty of water.”

The man raised his hand, a single index finger, phone to his ear: one moment. 

There was only one person to call. Everyone else was here.

“Honey, I need a favour...” The commotion in the background was evident as soon as she picked up. “If this is about Leyla, I’m already here. But I can’t do what you're about to ask of me with a phone in my hand, so I’m hanging up. I’ll have her call you once she’s home.”

Ayaz had parted his lips to say wait. To demand some kind of context. 

What?

“We should get dinner tomorrow. The usual place? I’m flying out in the morning an—” The quick cut off would’ve been cause for concern to somebody who didn’t know better. Perhaps the way the tone of her voice shifted from fondness to utter venom, more so. But as he heard the string of what he presumed to be Russian insults leave his wife’s mouth—her usual calmness understandably tested by the scum of the earth in her presence—he knew that he could worry a little less about his cousin. “I’ll call you back. The lack of manners here is astounding.” 

And this time, she really was gone.

The conversation had ended as soon as it’d started, and he was left looking at his phone in confusion for a moment. Well, then...

Eventually, his attention shifted back toward the surgeon. It mightn’t have been enough to calm his nerves about the situation, but given the state he’d gotten himself into tonight, Ayaz wondered what would be, save for being there and seeing her leave, himself. But there was nothing they could do from Dubai, and certainly nobody he trusted more against a pack of Russians than the absolute fucking feral who had just hung up on him. Hopefully his calm would be contagious.

“Uh, Leyla will be just fine,” he assured awkwardly, reaching for the glass the bartender had left alongside Gideon’s water. “Haringey, I’m not so sure." Nor did he care. "Any idea where your sister is? I should probably talk to her about this."

[p3nope]

please!! write a smutty oneshot for robin🤤 maybe like a dom!robin x bimbo!reader / fem!reader, or really anything as long as it’s abt robin!

“How about you show me a little more gratitude?”

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Bimbo! Reader

WC: 2.3k words

Warnings: SMUT/PWP/smoking/established relationship/Soft dom! Robin/Sub!reader/language/Nicknames (sweetheart, pretty girl, little thing, darling, princess)/light choking/pinning/fingering/oral/ Idk its just smutty smut

Summary: Robin finally got a day off of work, but she was planning on spending the whole day with her friends until those plans abruptly changed.

A/N: thank you for the request and I’m so sorry this took so long lovey!! I am in love w/ the Bimbo!reader concept going around😩 but I hope you enjoy <3

Masterlist

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The warm summer wind whistled loudly through the pink curtains that fell over your window that was ajar to let out the smoke smell that was quickly becoming stronger. Your girlfriend, Robin, had gotten the day off from Family Video and when you initially found out about her upcoming freedom you had made up so many plans in your head on what you could do with her. You thought about taking her shopping, doing her nails or forcing her to let you do her makeup..But none of that ended up happening;

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I already made plans with Eddie and Steve..you’re welcome to come along if you want!” Robin had told you with an apologetic tone over the phone.

“Well what are you gonna do?”

“Uh..well we uh, we rented The Shinning and we were just gonna-“ you cut her off before she could finish

“Robin you know I don’t like scary movies!” you yelled into the telephone as you fidgeted with the cord out of frustration. As Robin started spewing apologies and excuses you zoned out into thinking about what you wished she’d be doing if she were on your bed next to you. And that’s when a mischievous idea popped into your head. You waited for Robin to stop rambling, “Would you ditch your friends if I told you Im super horny?” Sensuality dripped from your glossy lips and you smiled to yourself when all you heard was Robin letting out a surprised scoff and her breath becoming uneven.

“I- what?” You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh and just like that it was like something switched in Robin, “Don’t get an attitude with me pretty girl. I asked you question.” You contemplated on just giving into the submission that was clouding your fuzzy mind, but you fought against it by scoffing and you answered, “I said, will you finally spend time with me if I’d let you fuck me.” even though you answered like she had asked, it was dripping with sarcasm.

“Hm, that’s cute. Even during a normal conversation, all you can think of is my fingers inside you. But I dunno, with all this attitude you’re giving me it doesn’t really seem like you want me over, sweetheart.” She trailed off and the change in her voice sent shivers down your spine as you smiled knowing you had her right where you wanted her. “Well I don’t think there was any attitude.” You heard a sharp inhale on the other end of the phone.

“Give me five minutes.” And without another word she hung up. You set the telephone down onto its base as you smiled widely and giggled to yourself. You quickly went into your messy vanity to apply mascara and more lip gross- if Robin was coming over then you wanted to make sure there was makeup she could ruin. Once you were finished you checked your hair in the mirror making sure everything on your body was in proper place. You made your way over to your bed and sprawled yourself out wanting to look pretty and perfect for her.

****

The minutes felt like hours as you waited in need from anticipation on your bed. Starring up at the ceiling you groaned in frustration, she’s doing this on purpose. Enraptured in lust you found your hands slowly and lightly dragging down your body, manicured fingernails grazing down your neck, to your chest, teasing your perked nipples…to your stomach and onto your thighs. As your hands got closer to where you ached for them the most you felt something- or someone’s hand pin both you arms down.

“What do you think you’re doing pretty girl?” Your eyes opened quickly and you were immediately looking into Robin’s darkened eyes. She looked down on you with amusement as you struggled against her grasp. “You took too long. So I figured I’d take my pleasure into my own hands.”

Robin just laughed in your face, “Well I’m here now aren’t I? You’d think a desperate little thing like you would show a little more gratitude. You’re already on thin ice darling, so tread carefully because I’m waiting on my apology for all this sass.” She spoke quietly as her head inched closer to yours, lips just about to graze yours. But with no sign of her moving any closer you decided to try and move your head up to reach her lips only for her free hand to grab ahold of your neck and pin your head down, applying slight pressure to make you ache for her even more. You whimpered in need, “Please..”

“I already told you what you need to do princess” she spoke softly as she started to leave light kisses all over your face but always missing your lips. She made her way to your ear and whispered “Apologize darling.” She bit the shell of your ear which earned a whimper from you.

“I..I’m sorry for being..for being mean to you” Robin smiled as she released her grasp on your neck and hands as she moved to grab your chin and pull you in for a heated kiss. Placing her knee in between your legs and pushing against your cunt was to much and to little at the same time as you whimpered into the kiss. You felt her smirk into the kiss before she bit your bottom lip and started to trail her actions down your neck searching for that sweet spot. Once she found it she heard the hitch in your breath and she attacked that spot, sucking, biting and licking it until satisfied with her work. You were writhing against her as you started grinding down on her thigh chasing after any friction. “Robin..” she looked at you as you interwound your fingers in her brown hair, fingernails scratching at her scalp. Robin continued to trail kisses down and over your chest as her hands rested on your bucking hips. She stopped what she was doing to look down at you asking you to tell her what you wanted as she gently rubbed patterns on your skin with her thumbs.

“What is it baby? Use your words.”

“Please..please I need you” you practically cried out in frustration

“I’m right here pretty girl. C’mon I know you can use your words like a big girl.” She spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone to condescend you but you didn’t care. All you cared about was her finally fucking you.

“Please, Robin, please! I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good- just please touch me. Please.” Your voice broke. Robin just held a faux sympathetic pout before smiling down at you “Good girl, was that so hard?”

In a matter of seconds she tore her knee away from your wet pussy so she could reposition herself to be sitting back on the heels of her feet. She quite literally ripped your pink lace panties off of you and you freaked when you heard the tear, “Robin! Those weren’t cheap ya’know.” Even though you were dead serious she just laughed and rolled her eyes, “Shut up I’ll buy you a new pair.” She spread your legs wide so she could see everything that was hers. “Fuck baby..so pretty and wet for me. All for me, isn’t that right princess? Your dumb little body belongs to me?” You nodded your head frantically and let out a gasp when you felt one of her lanky fingers collect your juices and then press onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked to which robin retracted her hand and looked down at you. “I thought you said you were gonna be good for me?”

“I am! I will! I’m sorry I couldn’t help it..” tears started to well up in your eyes from embarrassment and want. Robin watched you with amusement as she sucked on two of her fingers before quickly thrusting them into your throbbing cunt. You let out a moan in surprise at the sudden penetration and relief as your arms wrapped behind her neck as you pulled he into another heated kiss. You felt her fingers reaching deep inside you, curling and hitting that special spot mercilessly. Soon you felt her thumb on your clit rubbing it in light circles and you couldn’t stop the moans coming out of your mouth and onto your girlfriends tongue. You departed from the kiss as your back arched and your head leant back into the mattress. You’re close and robin knew it. The thumb that was rubbing soft circles onto your clit started to pick up speed and pressure and she watched you intently as your eyes screwed shut, your moans becoming more frantic and your body started to shake around her. And just when your orgasm was right there- Robins movements ceased as she brought her fingers out of you and forced them into your mouth and you sucked them clean, tasting yourself off of Robin’s fingers. She then pulled her hand out of your mouth and you panted heavily from the desire and denial. She rid herself of her shirt and bra before taking yours off as well. So you lay under her completely bare and spread open for her while she still has jeans and underwear on.

Robin hooked her hand under your knee and raised it slightly so she could leave kisses and hickeys down your inner thigh. Soon all of that pleasure you had just left you quickly came back as you felt her lips on your trembling cunt. She lapped your juices up as if she was dehydrated before wrapping her lips around your clit so she could suck and gently nip at your clit. When you let out a yelp from the overwhelming pain you felt her let go of your leg as her hand trailed up to play with you tits. Pinching your nipple to add to the pain. So that the amount of pain and pleasure would be even she took her left hand and inserted two of her lanky fingers back into you and you felt as if you were on cloud 9.

You felt your orgasm quickly approaching from all the stimulation. “Ah- Robin, please, please I’m gonna cum can I come please?” Robin said nothing but looked up at you and nodded her head. As soon as you got the go ahead you came hard. She helped you ride it through but her movements didn’t stop and soon it was too much. Your legs closed around her hand as you tried to push her away “S’to much, to much, baby-“ you were cut off by a broken moan as her fingers ceased their actions and her tongue drank up all of your juices.

****

“Delicious baby.” Her raspy voice whispered as she planted a wet kiss onto your cheek to which you smiled at. “Are you gonna continue being a good girl for me and return the favor? Can you do that for me?” You looked up at her and saw that she was genuinely asking if you were still alright. You had mascara running down your face, your lipgloss glistening on robin’s lips as she held a small smile on her face. You quickly nodded and flipped you both over. You leant you face down to her breasts, knowing how sensitive she can be you quickly drew her right nipple into your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it while your hand played with her other boob. “Fuuck princess that’s it, you always know how to make me feel so good don’t you?” You smiled around her nipple at the praise. You soon trailed down and you started biting and leaving hickeys all over her torso. When your face was in front of her pussy you looked up at her asking for permission and she smiled her beautiful smile, “take care of me princess.”

Your face lit up as you dragged her jeans and panties off in one pull. You flattened your tongues against her and licked al of her up in one strip. Immediately her hands were tugging and pulling on your once styled hair. You attacked her clit showing no mercy as you ate her out only getting more encouraged listening to the praises that left her mouth. “S-shit princess, that’s a good girl..just like that” incoherent sentences of pleasure were all that came out. You looked up at her, taking in the pleasured look on her face and you smiled. “Fuck! Right there! Fuck, Im close sweetheart- I’m so so close..” her words became more frantic as she came on your face and you lapped up every last drop.

****

Robin’s arms were wrapped around your body as you two cuddled after the cleanup. You both were exhausted and so close to falling asleep when the phone rang. You groaned and answered it

“What?”

“Damn, someone’s in a pissy mood.” It was Steve. “Do you know were Robin is? We were supposed to meet at Eddie’s and-“

“She’s with me now go away”

“Hey but that’s not-“ you hung up on him and you heard robin chuckling next to you, “you couldn’t have been a little nicer?” She her voice raspy as she nuzzled her head into your neck “I don’t care. You’re mine for the night.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

[bamf-jaskier]

So I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about how imbalanced Geralt and Jaskier’s relationship is in the show and while I might make another post about it, I don’t think anything shows that better than by comparing the Djinn scene in The Last Wish vs the show. 

For the set-up to meeting the Djinn in the books, Geralt and Dandelion are fishing together. They are both holding onto a line in and manage to haul in a 12 foot long catfish by working together and on the other line they have in the river  Jaskier pulls out the Djinn’s amphora. In the show, Geralt is hunting the Djinn in an attempt to try and get some peace of mind. Jaskier happens to run into Geralt and watches as Geralt pulls out the Djinn. 

Scene from The Last Wish:

“Ha!” Dandilion exclaimed again, proudly. “Do you know what this is?”

“It's an old pot.”

“You're wrong,” declared the troubadour, scraping away shells and hardened, shiny clay. “This is a charmed jar. There's a djinn inside who'll fulfill my three wishes.”

The witcher snorted.

“You can laugh.” Dandilion finished his scraping, bent over and rinsed the amphora. “But there's a seal on the spigot and a wizard's mark on the seal.”

“What mark? Let's see.”

“Oh, sure.” The poet hid the jar behind his back. “And what more do you want? I’m the one who found it and I need all the wishes.”

“Don't touch that seal! Leave it alone!”

“Let go, I tell you! It's mine!”

“Dandilion, be careful!”

“Sure!”

“Don't touch it! Oh, bloody hell!”

The jar fell to the sand during their scuffle, and luminous red smoke burst forth.

The witcher jumped back and rushed toward the camp for his sword. Dandilion, folding his arms across his chest, didn't move.

The smoke pulsated and collected in an irregular sphere level with Dandilion's eyes. The sphere formed a six-foot-wide distorted head with no nose, enormous eyes and a sort of beak.

Compare that to the scene from the show: 

Jaskier: Wow. Wow. What is- What is that?

Geralt: [inspecting the stopper] It’s a wizard’s seal. The djinn.

Jaskier: Do you mind if I- [He grabs the pot.]

Geralt: Jaskier...

Jaskier: Take back that bit about my fillingless pie. Take it back and then you can have your djinny-djinn-djinn.

Geralt: Let go.

Jaskier: No! No, let go, you horse’s arse!��[Geralt accidentally pulls out the stopper. Jaskier upends the pot, nothing happens.] Hm. That’s a bit of an anticlimax. [A sudden breeze ruffles their hair.] Or is it?

Now, it’s important to note that the dialogue is actually quite similar when Geralt and Jaskier are arguing about taking the jar and the seal. However, where it really differs is the context. 

In the show, Geralt finds the Djinn and Jaskier takes it from him without asking and Geralt is clearly annoyed by this. 

In the books, Dandelion finds the amphora and Geralt doesn’t believe it’s a Djinn while Dandelion does and Geralt tries to warn Dandelion of opening it because he considers it dangerous. 

It’s the difference between Geralt being genuinely annoyed at Jaskier vs Geralt being concerned for Dandelion’s safety. There is a weird amount of contention between Geralt and Jaskier in the show that makes their relationship feels honestly unhealthy in many ways. 

Scene from The Last Wish:

“Djinn!” said Dandilion, stamping his foot. “I freed thee and as of this day, I am thy lord. My wishes—”

The head snapped its beak, which wasn't really a beak but something in the shape of drooping, deformed and ever-changing lips.

“Run!” yelled the witcher. “Run, Dandilion!”

“My wishes,” continued the poet, “are as follows. Firstly, may Valdo Marx, the troubadour of Cidaris, die of apoplexy as soon as possible. Secondly, there's a count's daughter in Caelf called Virginia who refuses all advances. May she succumb to mine. Thirdly—”

No one ever found out Dandilion's third wish.

Two monstrous paws emerged from the horrible head and grabbed the bard by the throat. Dandilion screeched.

Again, Compare that to the scene from the show: 

Jaskier: Djinn, I have freed thee, and as of this day, I am thy lord. Firstly, may Valdo Marx, the troubadour of Cidaris, be struck down with apoplexy and die. Secondly, the Countess de Stael must welcome me back with glee, open arms, and very little clothing. Thirdly-

Geralt: Jaskier! [He grabs the back of Jaskier’s top and pulls him backward.]

Jaskier: Wha-

Geralt: Stop! There are only three wishes.

Jaskier: Oh, come on, you always say you want nothing from life. So how was I supposed to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?

Geralt: I just want some damn peace!

Jaskier: Well, here’s your peace! [He throws the pot to the ground where it breaks. Geralt bares his teeth and growls before he bows down to collect the pieces, missing the fresh cut on his forearm. The wind intensifies and Jaskier raises a hand to his throat.] Geralt… Geralt… it’s the djinn! [Geralt casts a magical sign at the black, transparent smoke rushing by. Jaskier doubles over and clutches his throat.]

Geralt: Jaskier. [Jaskier vomits blood.]

Again, while the dialogue is very similar, especially in the case of Jaskier/Dandelion some of it being word for word in fact, Geralt in the books tries to protect Dandelion while the only thing Geralt focuses on is the wishes themselves. As well, in the books, Dandelion’s injury in the books is due to his own folly and arrogance while in the show, the writers make it indirectly Geralt’s fault. 

It’s another weird choice that seems to suggest a dislike and a hostility between Geralt and Jaskier. It seems that even subconsciously Geralt doesn’t want Jaskier around. 

Scene from The Last Wish:

“A troubadour,” repeated Chireadan, looking at Geralt. “That's bad. Very bad. The muscles of his neck and throat are attacked. Changes in his vocal cords are starting to take place. The spell's action has to be halted as soon as possible otherwise…This might be irreversible.”

“That means…Does that mean he won't be able to talk?”

“Talk, yes. Maybe. Not sing.”

Geralt sat down at the table without saying a word and rested his forehead on his clenched fists.

Again, Compare that to the scene from the show: 

Chireadan: His throat was attacked. If the spell’s action isn’t halted as soon as possible, that damage might be irreversible.

Jaskier: Wha- [vomiting more blood]

Chireadan: And the longer he goes untreated, the more likely it is to spread. He could die.

Jaskier: [gasps] Fuck! Geralt.

Geralt: Uh... Yeah, we won‘t let that happen. [pats Jaskier’s back]

In the books, Geralt shows genuine concern for Dandelion and is heartbroken by the idea that he might not be able to sing again. Remember, in the books, Dandelion’s injury is a result of his own folly and Geralt still feels this obvious and clear sadness. In the show--he just has this awkward grimace and pats him on the back. He almost seems to be there out of a strange sense of duty and doesn’t seem to feel too much guilt about his part in Jaskier’s injury. 

Even when they are reunited after Yennefer heals Jaskier, it is very different in the two mediums (I actually want to do another post about Yennefer in Bottled Appetites vs The Last Wish)

Scene from The Last Wish:

“Dandilion!” Geralt shouted, holding Krepp back, who was clearly getting ready to perform an exorcism or a curse. “Where have you…here…Dandilion!”

“Geralt!” The bard jumped up.

“Dandilion!”

Again, Compare that to the scene from the show: 

Jaskier: Oh, Geralt. Thank the gods. I might live to see another day. We need to go. 

Geralt: Jaskier, you’re okay.

Jaskier: I’m glad to hear that you give a monkey’s about it.

Geralt: Let’s not jump to conclusions. What happened?

Geralt and Jaskier are overjoyed to see each other in the books meanwhile in the show Geralt is just...okay about it. 

And it’s really strange because Netflix!Geralt can show emotion when he wants to, he does with Yennefer in Bottled Appetites and Rare Species, he shows fear when she is with the Djinn and care when they are in the tent together and yet --- this emotion is not extended to Jaskier. This isn’t simply a difference of Geralt’s characterization.

In the show, the writers created an imbalanced relationship between Geralt and Jaskier where Geralt never asked Jaskier to be there. The bard is constantly inserting himself into Geralt’s life when he is not wanted and testing Geralt’s boundaries without permission. He almost seems like an invader in Geralt’s life and it makes it so that I honestly can’t believably see Geralt and Jaskier traveling together for 20 years. 

Dandelion and Geralt protect each other, care for each other and worry about one another. Even from the beginning of the Djinn incident, they were fishing together. Geralt and Jaskier on the other hand have a relationship where Geralt begrudgingly tolerates Jaskier while Jaskier plows along blindly. It’s not healthy on either side. Geralt is putting up with someone he doesn’t seem to have a genuine connection with and Jaskier is pushing boundaries and constantly talking to a man who has no interest in listening. 

There is no reciprocal relationship between Geralt and Jaskier and I think in the end that’s why there is this hostility between the two of them.

[chaoswithinstars]

fallen from grace [Tomioka G.]

CW: blood, biting, demon!reader, dom!reader

When you were turned into a demon, Giyuu was certain you would be like the rest of them. He had no hope and was fully prepared to take your life, to end your suffering as a bloodthirsty animal but you ran, faster and stronger because of your human blood still racing through your veins. He searched for you, interrogated other demons for years until he stopped seeing the point. Giyuu tried so hard not to think of you, pushing his memories of your time together into the furthest reaches of his mind until he met the siblings, seen the girl protect her human brother. That tiny flame of hope Giyuu tucked away in his soul became a wildfire and all thoughts of you came rushing back along with heartbreaking yearning for your gentle touch.

He started searching once again, efforts tripled until he finally found you. He found you at a lakeside, sitting on a mossy rock and humming a familiar tune. You looked like a goddess, framed by idyllic forest and the fireflies dancing in the night. You didn't change much. Your hair was longer, tips crimson, your eyes were no longer that brilliant shade you loved the most as a human but you were still all soft curves and gentle smiles. You looked at him as if he was all that you've been waiting for, like he was the one who ran away.

Giyuu has always been a good man. Silent, strong and smart, talented with a sword. He was admirable but somewhat oblivious to how other people perceived him. Not to you though. With you, he couldn't hide himself, shove back his desires and darkest thoughts. With you, Giyuu let himself sink into depravity. Maybe it was your demon nature or maybe it was because he remembered you from before- bright smiles, silver tongue and strength hidden beneath a fluffy exterior. Giyuu didn't know nor did he particularly care. Especially now that he has finally found you.

"You're beautiful." Giyuu didn't know what prompted him to break the silence nor why those were the first words to come from his mouth. He was enchanted by your appearance, by your graceful movements as you beckoned him closer. You were still humming that alluring tune, voice so lovely that it resonated somewhere deep in his soul, settling down what little urge to kill you he had.

Maybe it's your presence, that enchanting voice or the alluring scents of nature (of you) that made Giyuu drop all of his walls down. After all, most of his life has been spent in search of you and now that he found you… Why couldn't he let himself enjoy this moment of happiness, a moment so rare in the life of a demon slayer? Giyuu reached out towards you and you took Giyuu's hands in yours, pulling him closer and into your embrace. His lovely blue eyes traced each part of your face, memorizing that which he was already familiar with from a lifetime before. Giyuu was warm in your arms, sinking against your body like a doll whose strings were cut off. You smiled, lips framing your sharp teeth.

"And you're looking as tasty as ever, slayer." Your words made Giyuu's thoughts swim, disconnected. He could not think of anything else but you, making you happy, giving everything he is to you. "I've watched you, little mouse, seen you fight my kind and it made me ravenous."

Giyuu shuddered at your words and yet did nothing. He let you nuzzle his neck, lick a strip up to his jaw. You nibbled on his soft skin, tempting yourself with a taste of his flesh. And yet, Giyuu wasn't afraid. He yearned for more, for a revival of heated memories when you two were the same, when you were both human and weak, equal before the gods.

"It isn't often that a snack enters my den all by himself. Usually, there's more of you wretched humans disturbing my oasis." You speak, breath warm and tickling Giyuu's ear. Your hands pull him onto your lap, making him straddle you. Giyuu looks down at you, brain foggy from all sensations you brought on. "But you, little mouse, you're different. Makes me want to keep you like a good pet."

Giyuu allows you to pull him in for a kiss. It's hunger and fire, consuming him until he feels like nothing will be left of him. He grabs onto your shoulders, nails digging into your clothes as he struggles with himself, with the instincts urging him to rut against you, to moan and beg. Your claws slice through his clothes with ease, baring his skin to the cool air, to your own wandering hands. Giyuu gasps, ripping his mouth away from yours, out of breath. Your name echoes off the trees as you lavish his neck and chest with licks and bites, leaving marks on his pale skin. You break skin with your teeth on his chest, drawing blood. He whimpers as you lick it up then suck on the tiny wound. It's odd and dangerous but still a thrill Giyuu doesn't want to miss out on.

"What a good boy you are." It's a coo, a praise wrapped in a patronizing tone Giyuu usually hated but didn't mind now because it came from you. "Such a good snack, not struggling when I indulge a little taste."

You look into his eyes as your touches become more daring, lips still smiling even as your eyes devoured all of Giyuu's reactions. Giyuu's head fell back once you grasped his dick, fingers wrapping almost too hard around his length but a little pain was good as long as you were touching him.

"Look at me." You commanded and Giyuu obeyed immediately, eyes wide at your harsh tone. He didn't want you to be mad, to stop the movements of your hand. "What kind of a slayer are you? Wanting to fuck a demon of all things. You're messed up, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't tell, it's our little secret."

Giyuu felt his eyes tear up. It's been years since he last cried but your words struck a cord even as he felt pleasure from your hand and the tone of your voice. He felt so ashamed of himself. Indeed, what kind of a slayer was he?

"Are you going to cry, little mouse?" You laughed, hand moving faster over his dick. "I wonder what your friends would say if they could see you now. They'd probably laugh at you. Or maybe some would join me in my fun and we could all have a turn with you."

Giyuu whimpered, teeth clenched over his lips. The thoughts you put in his head were tempting, far too much for him.

"You're so close, aren't you?" You ask, knowing full well that it won't take long before Giyuu broke apart. "Don't worry, you can cum whenever you want."

Giyuu fucked into your fist, enjoying the squeeze of your fingers, every teasing pass over his leaking head, your demeaning yet arousing words. It didn't take that long for him to spill all over your hand, making a mess. A mess you happily fed to him until there was nothing left.

"On your knees, slayer." You ordered, pushing him out of your lap to his knees. Giyuu watched as you stripped, showing yourself off and he wondered what he did to deserve such a treat. Your body seemed to glow with some inner light, once again reminding Giyuu of a goddess. You were terrifying in your beauty and all Giyuu could think of was worshiping every inch of your being. "Good boy."

You sat back on your rock, straightening your left leg until your foot was on Giyuu's shoulder and he placed his trembling hand on your joint. He could feel your eyes on him as he kissed your leg, slowly moving upward until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. Giyuu looked up at you, eyes seeking permission to go further and a moan broke from him as you nodded. He dived in between your legs, arms over your thighs as he kissed then licked and sucked at all the right places of your pussy. Your taste was exquisite, like ambrosia sent down from heavens. Your scent was heady and your soft sighs like music to him.

You praised him, one hand gentle in his hair, pushing him further into you. Giyuu thought that he could die right now, with no regrets, just because he made you feel like this. You were so wet, so warm and sweet… Giyuu couldn't get enough. You cried out when his fingers, rough from sword handling, entered you, moving first slowly then faster until you were grinding against Giyuu's face, panting as you came closer to the edge. Giyuu looked up at you from between your legs, eyes focused on the ecstasy on your face. He curled his fingers inside of you, pressing against that spongy spot inside of you and your thighs locked around his head, keeping him still as you rode out your orgasm.

You hunch over him, pulling his head from between your legs, cradling his face in a gentle hold. Giyuu knows that he probably looks a mess from your arousal, face wet and red, but it was worth the sweet look in your eyes and hunger on your face. He'd let you devour him whole if only that was his last memory.

You push him down, sinking to your knees and straddling his hips. Your hands caress his chest, fingers curling and your claws leave red lines on his skin. Another mark Giyuu would be happy to carry on into his next life. He's out of words and breath when you sink onto him, taking him to the deepest reaches of your body and all he can do is hold onto your hips as you ride him hard and fast. Giyuu knows that you're just using him, that he should be happy that you gave him the honour of feeling your wet heat grip his dick, clench around him.

"Thank you, thank you…" The words tumble out of his mouth, unbidden but truthful. He cums when you laugh at him, when your clawed hand wraps around his throat, squeezing ever so lightly.

You continued riding him, drawing tears from his pretty eyes from overstimulation. You ride him until you've milked him dry and got your fill of ecstasy. A growl rips from somewhere deep in your chest as you cum, grinding down on him to get those little aftershocks of pleasure. Your hand moves from Giyuu's throat, fingers chasing sweat drops on his chest. You lie down on top of him, humming that same tune from before.

Giyuu doesn't particularly care that your teeth are close to his jugular, that you're splitting open his skin to lick up his blood. All he knows and wants is to stay with you, surrounded by your warmth.

"Poor little slayer." You murmur into Giyuu's ear, voice filled with pity and something else Giyuu cannot comprehend. "So many desires unspoken, so many wishes not coming through. Do not worry, I'll take care of you."

The slayer never noticed the miasma descending around you two, just closed his eyes as you sang him to sleep. He looked like a doll as you picked him up, body limp as you carried him up into the trees. You set him up among many other humans in your den but took special care to preserve him.

"My little mouse." You purred, caressing Giyuu's face, tracing his lips. "I'll be good to you, no one will ever find you or hurt you here."

[townofcrosshollow]

COAGULA - CHAPTER 2

Genre: Post apocalyptic, queer horror

Content warnings: Body horror, PTSD, violence, sexual content

Word count: 1,333

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Sloane gathered her meager posessions and told her landlord to fuck off. It was time to enter the city market for hopefully the last time to stock up on supplies with this stranger.

In the harsh light of the desert sun, she finally got a good look at them. Their skin was pale beneath the layers of black fabric that pooled over their bony body. They had these long, well maintained fingernails painted a bright white with black lines down the center, and those lines continued down the fingers as tattoos before meeting at a crescent moon on the back of their hand. Their cracked lips were curled into an almost imperceptible smile- not a sinister one, although it was hard to tell with black cloth draped over their eyes. Layered over the loose mask was a beaded cord with dangling threads along its length, wrapped through holes punched in old world coins. There was a slight jingle while they walked. Like change in a pocket.

Walking down a rickety staircase from the precariously perched building with the stranger in tow, Sloane set off towards the market. The stranger followed her as she weaved between scrap metal buildings and groups of people, climbing up sets of concrete steps and jumping down from platforms. They didn't struggle to keep up despite their unweildy robes. The bullet wound in her side probably didn't help. She could have lost this person in a heartbeat before, but now she was only barely maintaining a pace ahead of them.

As the two ventured through the city, the person shrouded in dark clothing proffered a question. "What is your name?"

"Couldn't figure that one out?" Sloane slowed down a bit, allowing the stranger to overtake her so they could speak more easily. "It's Sloane, no last name. You?"

"I am called Whisper." The stranger paused for a moment, and the rustling of coins clicking together rose over the din of the streets. "I also have no last name, I suppose."

"That a nickname? Or did your mama really name you Whisper?"

"Yes." Whisper did not clarify further, and Sloane did not bother to ask.

The market in here was often crowded, perhaps because it was the only place within half a day's travel to get food and water. Sunlight beat down on the exhausted people, only shielded from it by clouds of dust kicked up in their wake and tattered cloth stretched between tall poles. It shaded the outdoor stalls where folks stood but did little to protect crates full of sub-par looking produce and salted meat from the intense heat. They were all arranged on raised platforms that descended into the center like a bullseye, and Sloane made her way around the outside of the uppermost ring to one store in particular.

The vendor here was a little better protected than the average, his counter formed from a window cut into one of the wooden buildings on this level. An awning in red and white striped cloth stretched out beyond it to shield him when the sun rose. Inside, it was hard to see the stock through the relative darkness, but Sloane knew what it was- all sorts of supplies, everything from fabric to food to weaponry.

Tom was leaning out over the wood counter, giving her a nonchalant stare and barely glancing at the person she had in tow. "About time you showed back up, beautiful. Missed me?"

She rolled her eyes. Every week, this song and dance. It was sarcastic, of course- with her dark skin cracked and mottled with scars and her body stocky and functional, Sloane wasn't winning any beauty contests. Not that she particularly minded. And he was well aware that he wasn't her type, so to speak. "Don't be a smartass. You know I'm not here because of your personality."

The man put on an exaggerated frown. "You only want me for my body?"

Flipping him off, Sloane gestured with her head to her confused companion. "I've got a charge who's in need of some supplies for a pretty long trip. Hoping you can convince us not to shop elsewhere."

"Hello, stranger," Tom called over to Whisper with a salute and a nod. "I am at your service. Your wish is my command. Depending on the wish, of course."

"Do you take shiny objects as payment?" Whisper asked, their head cocked to one side.

Before Tom had a chance to respond, Sloane cut in, shooting him a knowing look. "Yeah, he does."

Tom knew well enough to trust Sloane not to screw him over. "I take whatever's worth money. Whatever I can resell, of course." That didn't stop him from raising an eyebrow at his customer, unsure what exactly her payment was meant to be.

"It'll take a couple days worth of rations to get down to the next reliable market," leaning against the wooden counter to sneak a better look behind the shopkeep. Sure enough, it was still there- gleaming bright in the sun and left in a place of honour on a high shelf, a mahogany and gunmetal sniper rifle. The adjustable bipod, the incredible scope, the suppressor that wasn't shoddily put together out of scrap metal. It was untarnished, like it had been manufactured yesterday and placed up there to be admired. She knew how much Tom was asking for it, because Lord knows she'd asked about it more times than she could count. "How much for the rifle," she muttered again.

He didn't even bother to answer, instead countering it with a fair question. "How much is that charge of yours paying you?"

"They are paying what I charge," she responded. Not inaccurate, but certainly not truthful.

Whisper, hearing this, walked up a little closer to join the conversation. Standing at that counter right across from him they were altogether too close to the shopkeeper for comfort, prompting him to take a step or two back. They reached beneath their robes again to demonstrate the riches they were sitting on- that flickering cracked screen prompted a wide eyed expression from Tom as the stranger muttered, "I am paying her with these. I can do the same for you. They are of no use to me."

Sloane raised her eyebrows at Tom, proposing a sort of 'you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours' arrangement. Get her that rifle, and she'd ensure he got paid adequately. After a moment he piped up, waving the woman back into his shop. "C'mon, show me what you're looking to get and we'll discuss the price once I've got it all together for you." It was a transceparent farce, although Whisper didn't seem to notice. They had started fiddling with a pendant hanging around their neck, ignoring Tom and Sloane completely.

As soon as she stepped through the door back into the shop and out of earshot of the client, Tom grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He hissed in her ear, "What are you doing, taking a job for just a couple? They don't even know what those things are worth. Let's just take 'em all."

There was a long pause, long enough to get awkward and step back and eye each other up. Sloane finally responded. "That's a little fucked up."

"If we don't take them, somebody else is going to."

"Yeah, that's fucked up, man." She eyed the rifle again, stepping a bit closer. "You don't just steal shit from people. Even if they're... weird."

"How is it any different from what you were going to do? Charge them double or triple or who knows how much extra? Is it fairer because you're lying to their face?"

Sloane pursed her lips. She reached up and plucked the rifle from the shelf, hefting it over her shoulder with a defiant glare. "I'll get you one. For this." Turning to walk out, she muttered, "You ain't doing a very good job convincing me not to shop elsewhere."

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

A Period Drama

Summary: When that time of the month hits, Y/n wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about the world. Lucky for her, Dean has other plans. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warnings: Language, discussion of menstrual cycle 

Author’s Note: I guess I'm emotional this cycle, who knew? Anyway, I wrote this because I wanted to die the other day, and imagining Dean's cuddles was the only way for me to get through it. This is a work of self-indulgence and therefore the Reader is a little less non-descript than I usually try to write, but that's what these things are for! Hope this helps my fellow menstruating people lie it did me xoxo Alex

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A nagging sensation tugged on her strings of consciousness, bringing the sleeping huntress back to the world of the living. Her mind fought against waking, knowing not nearly enough time had passed since she had retreated to her room the previous evening. As the ache deep in her abdomen became more obvious, she stopped fighting and opened her eyes to the darkness of her room. 

“Fuck,” she groaned as she tossed the covers from her body, instantly missing the heat they provided in the recess of the bunker. Y/n rolled from the bed and stood, the action occurring too quickly and the huntress felt the familiar rush between her legs. She cursed herself as she bounded off to the bathroom on the opposite end of the hallway. The socks on her feet muffled her hurried steps as she passed the boys’ rooms. 

Once inside, she went straight for the showers and turned the hot water all the way up. Steam enveloped the space as she stripped her soiled panties and old t-shirt from her body. She let the bathroom turn into a makeshift sauna as she rinsed the blood from her undergarments before finally stepping into the boiling shower. 

It was unclear how long she stood under the water, searing her flesh and scrubbing away the metaphorical grime, all she knew was the relentless heat was managing to ease the ache from her angry uterus. The tentative knock on the bathroom door snapped her back from the silent reverie she had been indulging in, and Y/n noted how the water had gone almost cold. It was likely she had been in there long enough for Sam to have taken his morning run and if her own body wasn’t attacking itself, she might have felt guilty about using up all the bunker’s hot water. 

When she walked out in just a towel, her dirty pajamas rolled into a ball in her arms, she was met with a confused younger Winchester. All she could mutter was a weak ‘sorry’ before she breezed past him and back to her room. The huntress wrapped herself into a pair of sweats and a clean tee, braided her hair out of her face, swallowed a few pain killers, and crawled back under her covers. She thanked whatever higher power had made sure they were hunt-free for the foreseeable future so she could spend the day curled up in a ball. The pills kicked in quick enough to allow her to easily slip back into a blissful sleep.

****

It was nearing one in the afternoon when Dean made his way back inside the bunker, his hands covered in grease and oil from his work tuning up the Impala. He was wiping his hands on an equally dirty towel as he walked into the kitchen to find his little brother making himself a lunch. 

“Please tell me that is not your veggie bacon?” Dean wrinkled his nose as he watched Sam putting together a BLT, the various ingredients strewn about the island. 

“Fine, then I won’t tell you,” Sam didn’t bother to look up from his task to answer his brother. The look of disgust only depended on Dean’s face as he moved around his sibling to wash his hands in the sink. 

The older hunter glanced over his shoulder as the sound of shuffling footsteps grew louder, his gaze landing on a disheveled Y/n. The sweats that hung from her body were wrinkled and she had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. There were lines across the left side of her face, indicating she had been sleeping recently. Worry instantly flooded his system as it was unlike their hunting partner to sleep this late unless she was ill. 

“Sam, what did you do with my heating pad?” her voice was coarse as she didn’t even bother with pleasantries. No ‘hello’, no ‘ how are you’, just straight to whatever business she had in with the younger Winchester. 

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s in the linen closet in the bathroom?” Sam answered, completely unperturbed by her callousness.

“So you put my heating pad in the bathroom,” Y/n rolled her eyes and Sam could only offer her a bewildered nod. “What is with you guys and not being able to put shit back where you found it?” The huntress turned on her heel, not waiting for a response before heading to retrieve the item she was seeking. 

Sam looked over his shoulder at his older brother, his brows knit together in the middle of his forehead. “What the hell was that?” 

“What’s the one thing Y/n uses her heating pad for?” Dean’s lips cured up on one side as he watched the look of realization flash across his brother’s features. The oldest Winchester dried his hands before peeking in the fridge and a few cupboards. “Looks like she could use a supply run. You need anything?” 

“Nah, I’m just going to retreat to my room and pretend like I don’t exist for the rest of the day,” Sam picked up the plate that held his lunch and scurried off, leaving a chuckling Dean behind. 

****

The only light filling her room came from the laptop that was perched in her lap, playing some television show she had stopped paying attention to a while ago, and the filtered light from the hall through the slats in her door. The huntress was still curled into a ball under her covers, attempting to use what little bit of heat from her computer she could muster as she had been unsuccessful in located her heating pad. She felt bad for ripping into Sam about it, but the truth was he had misplaced her belongings, something that she found happened often around the Winchesters, and she was over it today. Pain tended to make her grumpy, as it did most people, and she wasn’t going to apologize for being pissed at their carelessness. 

A soft rapping against her door had her pausing the show as she shoved the device aside. The guest didn’t wait for a response before they pushed the door open, bringing with them a flood of light. Y/n cringed at the sudden change, hiding her face behind her hand. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dean’s familiar chuckle sounded before the click of the latch indicated he had closed the door behind him. “I come bearing gifts.” 

“What?” she was confused by his words as she dropped her hand and allowed her eyes to adjust back to the relative darkness. 

“Your water bottle, half ice, half water,” he set the green canteen on her bedside table. “The heating pad Sammy somehow managed to lose behind the washing machine,” Dean handed her the light green pad folded neatly with the cord sitting on top. Y/n sighed a breath of relief as the eldest Winchester continued. “And a sharable size bag of dark chocolate peanut M&M’s.”

“Dean,” Y/n caught the purple bag as he tossed it her way, biting back a gleeful moan. “I fucking love you.” She unceremoniously tore into the bag and popped a couple of the chocolate candies into her mouth, missing the rush of blood on the Winchester’s cheeks. 

“And finally,” he mimicked a drum roll with his mouth and procured a box from his arms, placing it on her bedside table. The woman frowned, unable to make out the object at first in the darkness. 

“You bought me tampons? How,” she trailed off, not only awestruck by the hunter’s gesture but amazed at his attention to detail as she read the label. 

“There is only one thing you need your heating pad for,” he remarked as he took the referenced object back to plug it into an outlet for her. “Also, you never snap at Sammy.”

“But how did you know what kind to buy?” 

“Kind of hard not to when you have a box of them stashed away in Baby’s trunk,” Dean countered as he perched himself on the edge of her bed. 

“Hey, those are for emergencies. Besides, I’m sure Baby understands.”

“I’m sure she does.” 

Y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek as she fiddled with the bag of candy in her lap, the kindness shown by Dean throwing her off. She offered the open bag to her hunting partner, who snatched a handful for himself with a grin. 

“Thank you, Dean, seriously. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” her voice was low as the admittance slipped past her lips. “Want to watch some Scooby-Doo with me? You know, if you aren’t busy or anything?”

“I’d love to, sweetheart,” Dean winked at her, that shit-eating grin never leaving his face even as he stood and shucked off his jacket and boots so he could climb into the bed next to her. “Who could pass up Daphne?”

The huntress sat back against the headboard with a roll of her eyes and switched the streaming show on her laptop before unfolding her already warmed heating pad and laid it across her lower abdomen. She moved the laptop at the end of the bed so they could both see it and set the bag of M&M’s between her and Dean to share. 

The two settled into the cartoon, laughing in unison at the ridiculous parts and commenting on how the Scooby gang couldn’t have handled that monster had it been real. Three episodes passed by before a shredding cramp ripped through her stomach, the shock of it enough that she was unable to hide the groan as she had been so far. 

“You okay?” Dean shifted in his spot next to her, his head turning from the kids’ show to his friend beside him.

“No, I’m not okay. It feels like my internal organs are attempting to exit my body,” she snapped, instantly regretting it when Dean subtly recoiled. “Shit, I’m sorry. I--I didn’t mean…” Y/n was cut off as the pain returned just as intense as it had been moments ago, causing her to roll onto her side and into a ball, clutching the heat of the pad against her body like a lifeline. 

“Alright,” Dean huffed before moving the candy and laptop from the bed. Y/n could hear the hunter shift behind her, but her eyes were clamped shut as she tried to breathe through the pain like she was experiencing the contractions of labor of something. She felt the hard lines of his body lock around the curves of her own and his arm snake around her abdomen. His hand rested over hers as he pulled her tight against him, putting more pressure than she had been able to muster against her lower belly. “I’ve got you.”

The heat of his body on one side and the pad against her stomach, combined with the force he was exerting on her uterus, finally allowed her to relax fully for the first time since she had awoken that morning. She never wanted to leave this moment, utterly content in the peace that his presence in her bed brought her. The idea scared her a little, but she figured that was a problem for another day. Now she chose to just live in this moment for as long as he would let her. 

“Why?” she muttered into the dark space after she was sure he had fallen asleep as his grip had relented a touch and his breathing evened out, hoping he wouldn’t answer but knowing she had to ask. 

“Cause I wanted to,” his voice was gruff, indicating he had probably been on the cusp of falling asleep when she spoke up. “I hate seeing you like this. Figured it was the least I could do.”

“Dean Winchester, are you going soft on me?” she quirked up one corner of her lips, unable to fight the giddiness his words instilled in her chest. 

“Sweetheart, there is nothing soft about me when I’m around you,” he chuckled, earning himself an elbow to the gut. He grunted and the two of them fell into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” The hunter was ready for her arm this time, his hand moving to wrap around her forearm and pull it into him so as to trap her even tighter than before in his embrace. Y/n struggled against his hold, giggling like an idiot as the two wrestled in the bed a moment before she relented that he was much stronger than she. 

“Honestly,” Dean placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder once she had settled, only encouraging her to melt further into his arms. “I’d do anything to make you smile, Y/n.”

“Well, then mission accomplished, Winchester,” she turned her head to flash him a genuine smile to which he reciprocated before planting his pillow-soft lips against hers.

P.S. I didn't even try on this title because this is just a little therapy piece and therefore no one should judge me. 

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Got a good response! How about chapter 2?

Winterrogation, Chapter 2: The deal

Chapter 1 found here

Summary: The Winter Soldier is interrogating you for the second time with his unusual methods. 

Pairing: Winter soldier x fem!reader

Work Count: 1.7K

Warnings: dubcon, biting, bondage, smut, rough sex, minors DNI, vibrator, overstimulation, oral (m rec), penetrative sex, use of nicknames (sweetheart, good girl), creampie. 

A/N: Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites.

Picture source: bucky-daddy

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Two men led you down a set of stairs, each holding an upper arm and wrist. You did your best to remain calm, taking in your surroundings to distract yourself. It seems Hydra had taken up residence in an old home or mansion, with lots of wood panelling and antique furniture. You knew where you were headed, his words ringing clear in your mind, “I’ll be interrogating her again tomorrow.” You weren’t sure how to regard him since yesterday. A mixture of desire, fear, humiliation, and shame churned in your belly. 

They had given you what you assumed to be standard issue Hydra clothing, a tight black long sleeved shirt and black cargo pants. They had given you nothing for your feet, leaving you feeling particularly vulnerable as you resisted slightly, skittering down the basement hallway. After all the handsome wood interior, the three large rudimentary metal crossbars on the door were jarring in comparison. Two armed guards took them down, unlocked the door, and opened it as you approached. 

Your mouth went dry as they shoved you inside, and you heard them reverse their actions, locking you inside. The room was sparsely furnished: a trunk full of clothing, a desk with a few books and some papers that looked like floorplans strewn on it, and a large metal four-poster bed. And the winter soldier was sitting on it. 

He stood up, practically towering over you, and approached in his intentional and menacing way. You instinctively backed up as he descended on you, surprising you by catching you in a bruising kiss, pinning you against the door. It was a rough kiss, his tongue pushing its way coarsely into your mouth, and once again you tasted the sweet mint on his breath. 

He pulled back and suddenly swung you effortlessly onto his massive shoulder, taking the few steps to the bed and tossing you down. You scrambled back, knocking the singular pillow to the ground. 

“I s-swear. I was telling the truth yesterday! I d-don’t know anything else! Please!” You squeaked, holding your hands out defensively. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he chuckled unkindly, pulling his shirt off over his head, exposing his broad chest littered with bruises, cuts, and scars of varying ages. You swallowed thickly, trying not to stare at his corded muscles. “You said you would be my toy,” He reminded you, “so I thought we might play a game,” 

He reached forward and pulled your ankles toward him, unbuttoning your fly and tugging your pants off. You were frozen in place, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as he leaned over you, making true eye contact. The darkness in his eyes was terrifying, yet magnetic. 

“Each time you cum, you have to stay one more day,” he proposed with his gravelly voice, undoing his own pants and letting them drop, revealing black boxers. He moved forward, his thick thigh slotting between your trembling legs. 

You shook your head, moving backward again as he pursued, grabbing your thigh firmly with his metal hand and pulling your shirt off in one swift motion with the other. While he turned to throw it to the side, you took advantage of his distraction and slipped out of his grip, scrambling to the floor and making it a foot or two before his fist gripped your hair in warning. You stilled, panting, and stood as he raised his hand to your height. 

“While I enjoy the chase, sweetheart, I don’t know where you think you’re going,” he smirked, tossing you back on the bed. “Now be a good girl and do what I say. Starting with taking care of those,” he gestured to your bra and underwear. 

You knew better than to defy the Winter Soldier, so, looking away in embarrassment, you complied, feeling his burning gaze watch you. He slid toward you again, leaning down over the bed to bring up a large metal shackle on the end of a chain, which you now realized were attached to the bottom of each bedpost. He held his large hand out expectantly, looking at you under his heavy brow, daring you to challenge him. You placed your comparatively small arm in his hand, and he wound cloth around it several times before securing the shackle over the top. Against your better instincts, you felt electrified by the touch of his skin on yours. 

“What a good, pretty, little thing you are,” he taunted, repeating the same with the other arm and each leg. There was quite a bit of wiggle room between each point of restraint until he reached down and secured a thick velcro strap against your belly. “Much better,” he hummed, lying alongside you, “now we can play,” 

He started with the same trick, a vibrator tucked inside you on low. It lit up your nerves, making you sensitive to any touch. He grabbed at your breasts with his flesh hand, biting into your neck. You cried out, your wrists pulling at the slack of the chain. He gripped your jaw, turning your face to him to kiss you again as you felt his bulge growing on the side of your thigh. He brought his hand down to turn the vibrator up, accidentally brushing against your leg with a light touch, causing you to shiver. A glint of understanding caught his eye and you knew that you were done for. 

He ran a single finger along the column of your neck, lightly teasing your skin before trailing down to circle your nipple. You groaned, trying to shift away from him uselessly. 

“So that’s it,” he teased, nipping at your ear. You had never been so close to him before. His smell was woody and masculine, adding to the wetness growing between your legs - which his super soldier senses picked up right away. He breathed deeply, your cheeks heating in response, then licked lightly along your neck. It didn’t take long for you to be a quivering mess. When you were practically dripping, he rid himself of his boxers and positioned his cock by your mouth. 

“Get it nice and wet,” he groaned when you licked at his tip, once again losing the battle against your wits. You pulled him into your mouth, wetting as much of his length as you could, twirling your tongue around his shaft. He then unstrapped the velcro and knelt toward the end of the bed, pulling your hips toward him, making your arms taut, but allowing your legs to bend toward your chest despite the chains, your pussy on display for him. He pulled the vibrator out and stuffed his cock inside you, his hands supporting each thigh as he fucked you roughly. 

You forgot everything but the giant cock inside you. You forgot your name. And when he reached down to play with your clit, you keened within seconds and bucked while he continued to fuck you through your high. When you came back down, he leaned over you, caging you between his large arms, his long hair swinging around his face. 

“One,” he grunted, pistoning into you without mercy. You were finally stripped away enough to admit to yourself that being helpless beneath him was all you wanted. That losing all control was making you come undone. He changed his angle slightly, hitting your g spot with every thrust, and reached between you to circle your clit again with his flesh fingers. Your realization mixed with this sensation sent you tumbling over the edge again, clenching against him. He groaned, his own climax being pulled out of him by the force of your pussy. He stayed hovering over you for a moment while you both panted. 

“Two,” he breathed heavily onto your sweat slicked neck, laying beside you again. He didn’t give you much time before his metal thumb ghosted over your nipple, his heavy arm laid across you preventing much movement. You twitched against him, gasping as your heart rate skyrocketed when he didn’t relent. It could have been five minutes, it could’ve been an hour. All you knew was that your nerves were stretched to their breaking point when he finally reached down and stroked your tender clit again. You struggled to get away, feeling overstimulated, when he caught you by surprise by leaning up and licking your nipple slowly. 

You sobbed as you unconsciously rutted against his hand, wanting him to stop and wanting him to never stop. When you finally came, squirting audibly against his hand, your spent muscles strained against him and the shackles. 

As your vision returned to you, you caught him licking you off his palm with a moan. He obviously got off on being in control as much as you did being under his control. 

“Three,” he said as he got up, pulling his clothes back on. He walked to the door, knocking three times, and the guards on the other side began the process of opening the door. Two of them entered, approaching you to undo your bonds as he gave them orders. “Take her to The Artist. I want her marked. And keep her for the three days I am gone,” 

He leaned against the wall as you were allowed to dress, except for your shirt, which a guard held instead. His dark blue eyes watched your feet as you were lead out much in the same way you were lead in, which you were grateful for considering the trembling state of your legs. As they took you down a series of hallways, you felt you understood something. Of course he liked control - the locked door, the armed guards, the shackles too big for you on the bed - was he a prisoner, too?

They brought you to a room where an older man waited with a tattoo gun. 

“The Winter Soldier wants her marked,” one guard said, as they pushed you roughly into a chair, holding your left arm and shoulder still. 

“Very well,” he said, wetting his finger with his tongue to flip the pages of his book. When he found what he wanted, he brought his chair closer, holding the book in his lap open to the page with a red star overlapped by jagged black lines.    

Chapter 3

[starryhyuck]

sleep well? (m) | incubus!jaehyun

pairing: incubus!jaehyun x human!reader

words: 2.9k+

summary: occupied with work and a numerous amount of projects, you haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep in a while. jaehyun can help with that.

genre: smut

warnings: dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, talks of large amounts of cum, nipple play, hair pulling, overstimulation, mention of pregnancy

“Still can’t sleep?” Yangyang asks and takes a small sip of the tea you made for him.

“Hasn’t it been days already?” Taeyong questions worriedly. “You should see a doctor.”

You brushed him off, slouching on your dusty couch. Lately, you had been so backed up with work and projects for your classes that sleep had been the last thing on your mind. You were jumping from the late shift at the campus cafe to meeting up with your lab partner to finish the last leg of your final project. For the past few days, you had slept four or five hours at the most.

“Why don’t you just take a sleeping pill and have a night off?” Mark suggests, even more worried than Taeyong. “You deserve it, you’ve been working so hard.”

“I’m fine, guys. Honestly,” you reassure, but Taeyong and Mark still glance at you worriedly. Yangyang nods at you, scrolling through his phone before laughing at another video on Instagram.

Doyeon shoves him and he glares at her. “What was that for?”

She rolls her eyes, standing up to sit next to you on the couch. “Y/N, you seriously need to sleep. Overworking yourself is not the answer. Just take a night off of work and get a good rest.”

“I’ll think about it, alright? Seriously, you guys don’t need to worry about me. I’m gonna be fine.”

The group exchanges glances with one another before looking at the resolve of your expression. The topic wasn’t brought up again that night.

—

You might be growing delirious.

The words on your computer screen are starting to blur together, and your hands are shaking from a lack of sleep.

Maybe Doyeon’s right, a good rest wouldn’t hurt.

You close your laptop in favor of finding warmth beneath your comforter. However, as soon as you close your eyes, you feel a pair of warm lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

Your eyes open wide as you stare at the man before you. He was devilishly handsome, dimples peeking out as he smiled at you. There was something in his smile — something so mischievous that you felt like you were missing the punchline of a joke.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, sending a shudder down your spine.

You pull your comforter up to your chin, suddenly feeling exposed in his presence. “W-Who are you?”

He tilts his head and smiles at your innocent question. You finally take note of what he’s wearing — nothing but a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. It’s something any guy on campus would wear and for some reason, it calms you a little bit to see him.

He doesn’t answer your question, instead choosing to slip his hand in your panties, playing with your folds gently. You moan, back arching off the bed at the simple pleasure you felt from his small actions. You don’t even have to take a glance at him to know he’s smiling at you. His lips return to kissing up and down your neck.

“I heard someone’s having a hard time sleeping.”

You blink, trying to register his words as he slips a finger into you. You bite down on your bottom lip as you try to think about how he could’ve known. Was he a friend of Taeyong and Mark’s? The two boys were members of a nearby fraternity so the assumption wasn’t too far off. But that still didn’t explain how he managed to enter your apartment.

Before you have time to question him further, he slips another finger into you, his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit. You try to hold back your moans in fear of being too loud. The walls aren’t exactly paper thin and you would prefer not to run into any awkward encounters with your neighbors in the elevator.

“What’s holding you back, angel? Sing for me,” he commands, his fingers curling up. You release a breathy moan and it seems to please him, as he begins scissoring his fingers inside of you. “Good girl. Baby just wants some sleep, huh?”

You nod and reach for the band of his sweatpants, desperate to feel full. He smiles at your actions, pulling his fingers out and shoving his sweatpants down his legs, kicking the fabric off of him.

Your eyes glimmer at the sight of his cock, the tip angry and red, precum already leaking. He’s massive to say the least, and your mouth waters at the sight of him, eager to feel him inside of you. You realize how long it’s been since you actually slept with someone, and you glance up at him.

He chuckles at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, nothing you would’ve expected from him. He pulls away to whisper in your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long, sweet angel. Will you let me inside?”

You don’t hesitate. “Yes, yes,” you beg. “Please, I want to feel full.”

His eyes darken at your words and suddenly his aura completely changes. His stance becomes intimidating and his grin turns more devilish. You feel a little nervous at his stare, as if he was a predator looking at his prey.

He pulls down your shorts and panties, lining himself up at your entrance and pushing inside. You gasp at the intrusion, pain overtaking your body. You feel him nipping at your neck as he bottoms out. He releases a sigh of relief while your body gets accustomed to his cock.

“Sweet angel just wants to sleep,” he muses before giving a shallow thrust. The pain morphs into pleasure as his thrusts accelerate. “Just wants a big cock to fill her small pussy up so she can feel better, right?”

You moan loudly at his rapid pace, feeling as if you’re floating with the amount of pleasure he’s providing you. You’re approaching your first orgasm without having any stimulation to your clit, something no one’s been able to do to you before.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you repeat, fingers grasping his shoulders tightly.

“Come, sweet angel,” he encourages. His cock had to be moving at an inhuman pace, where you could feel every thrust in your belly.

“So deep,” you gasp, almost as if you could feel him in your throat. You nearly scream when the cord in you snaps, your orgasm completely enveloping your body in pleasure.

He fucks you as you recover from your first orgasm, and you squirm at the overstimulation. “Take it,” he groans, hand coming up to curl around your neck. “Take it like a fucking whore.”

You release an incoherent noise at the name, and he smiles down at you. “Yeah, you like that, huh? You like being nothing but a cum dumpster for me. Such a whore. You’ll do anything to get a good sleep.”

You claw at his chest as the pain from the overstimulation ebbs away, once again overtaken by pleasure. You swear you can see stars at this point and you’re drunk over his cock, wanting to have him inside of you all the time.

“Where do you want my cum, sweet angel?” He asks, fingers tightening around your windpipe.

“Inside, please,” you choke out and he grins, pleased with your answer.

It’s not long before you feel yourself tipping over the edge again, seeing white as you convulse around him. He groans when your pussy tightens around him and he follows in pursuit, pushing deep inside as cum shoots inside of you.

When you come to, you realize how long he’s been cumming. A minute has almost passed before he’s finally satisfied, body slumping on top of you. You feel completely full of his cum, and some of it starts to drip out of you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you, sweet angel.”

Your vision starts to become hazy and the sight of him is blurry. “I never got your name,” you whisper in realization, your body starting to succumb to slumber.

“You can call me Jaehyun. Sleep well, sweet angel.”

Your eyes blink rapidly as you wake from your sleep, the light of the dawn peeking through your window. You try to make sense of your surroundings, patting the other side of your bed to see where Jaehyun had gone.

He was nowhere to be found, but when you try to get up from your bed, you feel something sticky between your thighs. You throw the comforter off of your body, eyes widening at the sight of an exorbitant amount of cum staining your pajama shorts.

Your ears attune to any sort of noise outside, but you hear nothing. Jaehyun was gone.

Was it all a dream?

—

“You look better,” Mark remarks, settling down across from you with a large americano in his hand. “Did you finally get some sleep?”

“Yes, thankfully,” you murmur, taking a sip from your own drink.

Taeyong smiles in relief. “Glad to hear. Did you take one of those sleeping pills?”

You feel embarrassed at the thought of yesterday’s events. When you awoke, you were late for your first class but you had managed to get the best sleep of your life. Still, you couldn’t seem to distinguish whether you made Jaehyun up in your dreams or if he was actually real. The amount of cum left between your thighs seemed to agree with the latter.

“Not really. I just managed to fall asleep,” you mutter uncomfortably, moving in your seat.

Mark and Taeyong seem to accept your response, both of the boys glad you finally managed to get some rest.

“Hey,” you clear your throat, wondering how you should approach the conversation. “Do the both of you know of a guy named Jaehyun?”

Their faces curl in confusion at the name. Mark shakes his head. “No, never heard of him. Why? Is he rushing soon?”

“No,” you wave off. “I just know him from somewhere. Thought you guys would’ve heard of him.”

“Don’t think I have,” Taeyong shrugs. “Maybe Yangyang has. That kid knows half of the entire campus.”

All of you chuckle, and the Jaehyun conversation is forgotten.

—

You tap your finger on your chin thoughtfully, staring at your empty fridge. You knew your forgot to do something earlier. You sigh, moving to sort through your pantry cabinet.

Spam it is, then.

You take out the container and your cutting board, ready to begin making a dinner fit for college students. You gasp in shock when a pair of hands slither around your waist, someone’s chin resting on your shoulder.

“Is that what you’re eating for dinner?”

You recognize the voice that’s been haunting your thoughts for the past few days. Your hands grip the cutting board.

“How did you get in?” You whisper breathlessly, unsure of how to approach the situation.

He places a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You let me in, remember?”

You don’t recall doing such a thing, but you fail to question him as his hand slips further down your body. “Pretty girl. Have you been able to sleep since I last saw you?”

You shake your head, thinking about the restless nights you’ve been having since he disappeared. “Not really.”

“Poor baby. Did you need my touch to help you sleep?”

You grip the counter as Jaehyun’s hand plays with your folds over your panties. “Yes, yes. Needed you here. Couldn’t sleep without you.”

“I’m here now, baby,” he assures, licking a stripe up your neck. You shudder at the sensation. “Gonna help you sleep.”

You lean back against him as he continues to rub over your folds. “So nice and wet for me. Soaking your panties.”

“You ruined my last pair,” you choke out. “You left so much cum.”

He chuckles darkly, finally pulling aside your underwear to slip a finger into you. You keen at the touch. “Sorry, sweet angel. I couldn’t help it — I didn’t cum for so long and your pussy was so sweet.” He pauses and enters another finger into you. “Think you need another good fuck to get some sleep, baby.”

“I think so too,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers curl inside you.

He whispers softly in your ear. “Been wanting to ruin you again. Seeing you so pliant for me, so submissive, it got me so worked up baby. Wanted to make you wait for it so I could give you another big load of cum. Would you like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” you exclaim and he slips a third finger into you. “I want it badly, Jaehyun. Please please please.”

“Good girl,” he praises, fingers slipping out of you. He quickly shoves them in your mouth and you moan around his digits, tasting yourself. He’s quick to work his belt buckle with his other hand and shove his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

He strips you down too, taking his fingers out of your mouth to push your camisole up and cup your breast. You quickly get rid of your shorts and panties and Jaehyun laughs at your eagerness.

“So good for me,” he lines himself up to your entrance and you can’t wait to be full again. When he pushes inside, your back arches and his hand slips around your waist, fingers moving to rub at your clit.

You moan loudly when he bottoms out and Jaehyun grunts. “Sing for me, sweet angel. Let everyone know who owns you.”

And you sing for him. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re gripping the counter as Jaehyun ruts against you. He suddenly throws your body over the kitchen counter, thrusting in and out rapidly.

“Cream my cock, baby. Want to feel you,” he moans, pulling your hair so that he can hear you.

Your body twitches as you come first, lips parting open in pure pleasure. You chant Jaehyun’s name as you come down from your high, feeling like you’re in a permanent state of bliss.

Jaehyun continues to fuck you without any signs of stopping, groans leaving him here and there. “Feel so good, baby. Waited so long for this. So so good for me.”

You babble incoherently as you let him use you, your second orgasm building up in your tummy. You could feel every part of him yet somehow you craved more. You wanted all of his cum, just so you could feel full after he left.

“Jaehyun, I want all your cum. Please, want to feel you.”

He growls, pulling you up against him. His hands move to cup your breasts again, fingers rolling over your nipples. You envelop his mouth into a kiss as he continues to thrust into you.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” he hisses. “All you want is cum. I gave you such a big load the other day but you already want more.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant against his mouth. Your mind was literally empty — all you could think about was his cock.

“Show me you want it,” he demands, pinching your clit. That’s all it takes to send you over the edge, coming around him again.

You don’t even register that he’s coming inside you until you feel warmth in your belly. You slouch against him and his arms snake around you.

“Such a pretty girl,” he muses. You stare up at him.

“Don’t want you to leave,” you murmur against his skin, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles against your mouth.

“Who said I’m leaving? I don’t think you’re tired yet, baby. My job’s not done yet.”

“What?” You ask, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re once again thrown over the counter.

Jaehyun thrusts into you, already hard again. You moan, knowing you have a long night ahead of you.

—

A knock on your door disrupts your slumber.

“Y/N?” Doyeon’s voice filters through your apartment. “Hello? Are you in there?”

Sitting up on your couch, you call out blearily. “Yeah! Give me a sec!”

When you try to get up, you feel something dripping. Your eyes glance downward and there’s a huge stain on your couch. Your pajama shorts are soaked, and your panties feel like there’s a huge load of cum inside.

“Um,” you mumble, raising your voice to call out to Doyeon again. “I’m not feeling well! Rain check?”

You hear her laugh outside of your door. “Fine! I’ll go bug Yangyang. Feel better and get some sleep!”

If only she knew.

—

You yawned as Mark recited his essay back to you. He had come over a hour ago, freaking out about his final term essay he needed to turn in.

“Well? Does it sound like I’ll fail?”

You laugh. “Mark, the essay sounds fine. You’re overthinking.”

He scoffs. “I’m most definitely not. You don’t know what this professor’s like — he hates me.”

“Who could hate you?” You laugh at the idea of anyone hating Mark Lee.

He just rolls his eyes. “I knew I should’ve started working on it two weeks ago. He said it was due the 28th but I didn’t have time until two days ago.”

“Wait, what did you say?” You pause, suddenly feeling incredibly ill.

“That it’s due tonight? On the 28th?”

You blink at him. No way. That’s impossible.

“You okay, Y/N? You’ve been sleeping better, right?”

You take a deep breath and smile at him. “Yeah. I’m good. Something just came to mind.”

You’re late.