#ANON YOU GET ME. YOU GET ME. YOU GET ME. YOU GET M

[woozinhos]

The8 with inexperienced reader, he would definitely take his time to make reader feel good please write about this

Notes: god anon hed be so precious thanks for requesting

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You and Minghao were lying in bed, cuddling after a long day. Minghao looked at you with a mix of affection and nervousness. "Y-N," he said softly, "can I ask you something?" You looked up at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "Of course, Hao. What is it?" Minghao took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I know we've been together for a while now, and we've never really talked about... you know, sex."

You nodded, understanding where he was going with this. "Yeah, we haven't," you replied, a hint of shyness in your voice. "Is there something you want to talk about?" Minghao fidgeted with the sheets, avoiding eye contact for a moment before looking at you again. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately," he confessed. "I want to make love to you, Y-N." You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, but also a hint of nervousness. You knew that Minghao was your first boyfriend, and the thought of taking that step with him was both exciting and intimidating.

"I want to make love to you too," you said softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. "But I'm a bit nervous." Minghao smiled gently and placed his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers. "I understand," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm a bit nervous too, to be honest. I don't want to rush into anything and make you uncomfortable." He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "We can take things slow," he reassured you. "We'll go at your pace, and I'll make sure to take care of you."

Minghao held you tightly, his body warm against yours. "We can start with something simple," he suggested. "Maybe some kissing and touching first, to get used to each other's bodies." He began to place soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and neck, his hands gently exploring your curves. "Is this okay?" he whispered. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Minghao's lips on your skin. You let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "It feels good." You began to explore his body as well, running your hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Minghao hummed in approval as you touched him, his breath hitching slightly. He moved his lips to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this." He slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your stomach. You arched your back slightly as Minghao's fingers continued to roam your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting more aroused, your breaths becoming shallower.

Minghao noticed your reaction and smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're getting worked up, aren't you?" he teased, his hand moving higher up your body. Minghao noticed the nervousness in your smile and paused, looking at you with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable." He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I don't want to push you too far."

You shook your head, your smile growing more confident. "No, I'm okay," you reassured him. "I want this. I just need to get used to it, that's all." You took a deep breath and placed your hand over his, guiding it up to your chest. "Touch me more," you whispered. Minghao's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he quickly regained his composure and smirked. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and seductive.

He moved his hand to your breast, gently squeezing it through your bra. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he continued to touch you. You let out a soft moan as Minghao massaged your breast, your body responding to his touch. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the ache between your legs becoming more insistent.

"You're so sensitive," Minghao murmured, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "I love how responsive you are." Minghao's hand continued to explore your body, his touch growing more deliberate as he whispered in your ear. "Y-N," he said, his voice huskier than before. "I have an idea."

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes clouded with desire. "What is it?" you asked, your voice shaky. Minghao smirked again and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "I was thinking... I could use my fingers on you," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach. Your breath hitched at his words, your body tensing in anticipation. You knew what he was implying, and the thought of it made you both nervous and excited.

"O-okay," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you." Minghao smiled, clearly pleased with your response. He gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, his body hovering over yours.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He slowly started to undress you, his hands moving with a confidence that belied his own nervousness. Once you were completely naked, Minghao took a moment to admire your body. His eyes roamed over your curves, taking in every inch of you.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely perfect." He began to kiss his way down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Minghao's fingers trailed down your stomach and between your legs, gently spreading you open. He looked up at you, his eyes locking with yours as he spoke.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. You were more than ready for him, your body aching for his touch. Minghao smiled and slowly slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. You let out a moan, your back arching off the bed as Minghao's finger hit a particularly sensitive spot. He added another finger, stretching you further and causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his own arousal becoming more evident. "I can't wait to be inside you one day." Minghao continued to move his fingers inside you, his pace quickening as he watched you come undone beneath him. He loved the way you whimpered and writhed, your body responding so beautifully to his touch.

"You're doing so good," he praised, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing small circles over it. "You're taking my fingers so well." You managed to speak through your moans, your voice trembling with pleasure. "M-more," you begged, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "I need more." Minghao smirked at your request, clearly enjoying the way you were begging for him. He added a third finger, stretching you even further as he continued to pump them in and out of you.

"Greedy girl," he teased, his thumb still rubbing your clit. "You want me to make you come, don't you?" You nodded again, unable to form words as the pleasure built up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

Minghao could sense it too, and he quickened his pace even more, his fingers curling inside you to hit your g-spot. "Cum for me," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. "Cum on my fingers." You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a cry of his name, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over you. Minghao continued to work you through it, his fingers slowing down as you rode out your high. He watched you with a satisfied smile, his own arousal still evident.

"Good girl," he praised again, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. "You did so well." You lay there, panting and trembling, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't believe how intense your orgasm was, and you felt a mix of shock and satisfaction coursing through your body. Minghao chuckled at your expression, clearly amused by your reaction. "You look surprised," he teased, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Did I do a good job?"

You looked up at him, your eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice hoarse. "That was... incredible." Minghao smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his tone softer now.

[lovelynim]

ohmygosh my fav writer has requests open? time to cook >:}

lee!phainon,, i’m begging and pleading,, the ler can be anyone of your choice, i just wanna see phainon getting bullied (affectionately of course)

thank you so so so much in advance 🫶

- 🎰 anon

[Requests open]

Hello anon! This kind of bullying does seem fit for phainon, so I hope this is enough to ease your cravings

“Stop trying to run away, deliverer!” Mydei roared, yanking at Phainon’s arm as he harshly pulled the man back into his grip - probably with enough strength to rip off a regular person’s limb. “You asked for this, didn’t you?!”

“M-Mydehehei!” Phainon giggled, nearly tripping over his own feet after losing his balance. If it wasn’t for Mydei’s arm around his body, he would probably have fallen face-first to the ground. Well, if it wasn’t for Mydei’s hand tickling him, he wouldn’t have tried to run away in the first place.

Mydei was clearly annoyed to his very core. Phainon, on the other hand, beaming as bright as ever, almost having fun. ‘Almost’ because, at least according to his words, he was overwhelmed.

“I-I sahAHAhaid I’m sohorry!! M-MydehEHEhei!!” Phainon laughed, his feet stomping the ground and his back pressing into Mydei’s bare chest. “P-Plehehease!! MehehEHercy!”

“‘Mercy’? You dare to make such a claim before me?” Mydei grinned, his hand forcing its way to under one of Phainon’s arm while he hugged held Phainon even tighter. “The only thing fitting for a weakling like you it’s death, so take it with honor!”

It was hard to tell if Mydei actually meant those words or if they were just said in the heat of the moment. Phainon surely believed in them, however.

His laughter rose a pitch when the tickling shifted to his armpit, panicked cackles poured from his lips like the water from Phagousa’s chalice. Phainon shook his head, feeling his feet losing touch with the ground as the other man slightly lifted him, rendering him helpless.

“S-should… I help him?” Caelus asked, pointing at where Mydei and Phainon were. “He is not going to actually kill Phainon, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Tribbie nodded, a hand to her chin as she cocked her head to the side, “De and Snowy always bond like this. It’s almost like Snowy teases De just for these outcomes.”

[collapsedglasshouses]

FOLLOW YOU [Nick Folio x f!Reader]

: ̗̀➛ MASTERLIST

: ̗̀➛SUMMARY: At thirty-seven, Y/n’s life feels like a series of wrong turns—divorced, jobless, and still unable to say no to her parents' expectations. But when she meets Nick, a confident and carefree man ten years her junior, one impulsive night with him challenges everything she thought she knew about herself. : ̗̀➛PAIRING: Nick Folio x f!reader : ̗̀➛WARNINGS: MDNI (i warn you, i'll bite if i catch you), 18+, reader is ten years older than nick, SMUT SMUT SMUT [oral sex (f&m receiving), protected pinv, nick whimpering >:)], mentions that reader is a writer/wants to write, mentions of reader's previous marriage, mentions of matt's lotr obsession and how its shown in fanfics, swearing (idek if it is a warning on my blog anymore, its always present lmao), nick calls reader sweetheart, fluffy smut hehe, y/f/n = your father's name : ̗̀➛WORD COUNT: 6.2K : ̗̀➛A/N: So here's the long awaited request. Again... sorry it took me so long, but I just needed time to get into it. I also kind of answered another request with this (another anon asked for fluffy folio smut, so ur welcome <3). This piece is inspired by Follow You by Bring Me The Horizon and I hope you catch the references c: Enjoy and let me know what you think! <3 TAGLIST AND DIVIDER CREDIT AT THE END

Sometimes, you wondered where you had taken a wrong turn in life. You were approaching your forties, divorced, and had just quit the job you once swore would carry you to retirement. On top of that, you still couldn’t figure out why you lacked the courage to tell your parents "no" - especially when it came to attending their annual parties, extravagant celebrations meant to showcase their success in the music industry.

They had started their record label shortly after your dad had left his old band - right around the time you turned three. You didn’t remember much of life before then, but you had always been aware of the shift. Your mother loved reminiscing about the days when your father was a carefree, bubbly spirit, always lost in music and adventure. Yet, every year at this event, his attempt to reclaim that persona only made it painfully obvious how much everything had changed. It was a cruel reminder of the version of him you never got to experience.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your father - you had your moments. But looking back on your childhood, you saw the contrast between his distant, absent nature and the high-spirited character he played at these gatherings. It was no wonder your marriage had unraveled so quickly - just over a year ago; you had recognized the same facade in your ex-husband, the same manufactured charm that cracked under the weight of reality.

Despite your silent vows to endure these nights for the sake of keeping your parents happy, the resentment still crept in, suffocating you.

You caught your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the neckline of your dress - a simple black gown with a high slit, a deliberate choice against the more extravagant dress your mother had picked out. The discussion about it had already been held, and as expected, your mother had sighed in disappointment but relented. At least the heels and necklace sat right with her.

The event had been going on for an hour, yet it already felt like an eternity. Of course, you had arrived early to help with the final decorations, avoiding your father in the process. He had been too engrossed in boasting about their latest signing - a rising metalcore band. You hadn’t even bothered to listen to their music, uninterested in indulging yet another conversation about his triumphs. Worse still, he had managed to lace his bragging with subtle reminders that your own life was, in his eyes, going nowhere. His disappointment clung to you like a second skin, suffocating and inescapable.

You inhaled sharply, composing yourself before stepping back into the party, your practiced smile back in place.

An hour later, you found yourself stuck in a painfully dull conversation with a producer who couldn’t keep his eyes off your cleavage. You were contemplating an excuse to leave when your mother’s voice interrupted.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you.” She appeared at your side, her manicured hand pressing against your back as she steered you toward the bar. "I need you to meet some people."

You barely had time to react before you were standing in front of two men. One was tall, covered in tattoos almost from head to toe, while the other, slightly shorter, had long dark brown hair up in a bun. Both turned to you with polite smiles, setting down their drinks.

“Don’t be rude, Y/N.” Your mother’s whisper was sharp as she leaned toward your ear. “These are two of the members from our new band. Bad Omens, you remember?”

You forced a brighter smile, though it felt unnatural, and muttered a soft, “Hi.”

They returned your wave with casual nods.

“These are Noah, the singer, and Joakim, the guitarist,” your mother continued, beaming with pride as if she had personally discovered them herself.

Sensing your discomfort, they nodded again with small smiles, clearly recognizing your reluctance to be there. Without warning, your mother excused herself, abandoning you with them and leaving you scrambling for small talk.

You took a long sip of your drink before clearing your throat. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all ours,” Joakim, the one with long hair, said with a smirk. “We didn’t know Y/F/N had kids.”

“Yeah, he tends to forget to mention that,” you replied, forcing a chuckle.

An awkward silence stretched between you, and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “So, how many are in the band?” you finally asked.

“Four,” Noah answered. “Our bassist got sick before the event, and honestly, I have no idea where Folio wandered off to.” He smiled, seemingly trying to put you at ease.

You nodded, looking around, already searching for an escape route. “I don’t wanna keep you up.”

“You’re not,” Joakim assured you. “We get how nerve-wracking these events can be.”

You appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn’t enough to make you stay. “I think I’m gonna get some air,” you excused yourself, not waiting for a response before slipping away.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your way to the second-floor balcony, a hidden haven where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed.

Or so you thought.

Pushing open the door, you were met with the sight of a man sitting on the floor, staring out at the city skyline. The unexpected presence startled you, nearly making you drop the bottle of wine you had swiped from storage.

“Jesus, you scared me,” you breathed out, clutching the bottle tighter as he turned to face you.

He had dark hair, cut short, and a tattoo creeping up the side of his neck. Leaning back on his hands, he regarded you with mild curiosity - cigarette in his hand.

“Didn’t think anyone else would come up here,” he said simply, turning his gaze back to the view.

You sighed before settling down next to him, offering him some of the finger food you had grabbed along the way. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna judge you for running away. I do it every year.”

He chuckled, taking a pastry from your hand. “What band are you in?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m in a band?”

His expression shifted to surprise. “Not like there’s anything wrong with being in one,” you said, feeling how your face heated up.

You then took a deep breath before taking a sip from the bottle. “My father owns the record label. Which means I have to be here.”

“Ah,” was all he said.

You studied him. “That’s it? No follow-up? No sucking up because my dad might give you a better deal?”

He scoffed. “Considering you’re up here instead of schmoozing, I figured you’d had enough of that for one night.”

You exhaled a laugh. “Fair enough. So, who are you? Considering how you look, I’d guess you’re in a band.”

“What makes you think I’m in a band?” He exclaimed, mocking your earlier expression.

You smirked with him as he clearly enjoyed throwing your words back at you. “You look young, and your eyes still have that glint of hope.”

He laughed. “That’s dark.”

“And I’m not wrong.”

“I’m 27,” he said, feigning offense.

“Exactly. Younger than me.”

He shook his head, smirking. “I’m with Bad Omens. I’m their drummer.”

You tilted your head, defeated. “Damn, I really can’t outrun you guys at all.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, surprise threading through his words.

You sat up straighter. “What do I mean? You mean, besides the fact that you are my Dad’s new favorite topic to talk about when he’s not subtly bashing me for making all the wrong life choices?”

“Can’t be that bad if he still invites you to things like this.” He mumbled, making you roll your eyes.

“How encouraging of you,” you scoffed, pushing yourself up from the ground as a cold breeze drifted over the balcony.

“That’s always been my strength,” he said with a grin, stepping up beside you at the railing.

For the next few minutes, you both stared out at the city lights in silence. He radiated a calmness that made it easier to think about the things you’d been trying so hard to ignore.

“Can I be honest with you?” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, hesitant to break the peaceful quiet between you.

“Of course.” He glanced at you briefly before looking back at the skyline.

You exhaled. “Sometimes, I’m disappointed in myself.” The words left your lips like a weight lifting off your shoulders.

“Why?”

“I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, and I’m rapidly approaching forty.”

“You’re really bitter for a woman in the prime of her life,” he mused, making you shoot him an offended look. He smirked before continuing. “Maybe you should try living in the moment… Just a little.”

“That’s easy for someone your age to say.” You crossed your arms.

“Come on.” He shrugged. “Being in a band is a great example. But let’s be real - I can’t see myself drumming at seventy. Well, I can, but my back definitely won’t be on board.”

You huffed but couldn’t help relaxing a little. He had a point, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

“I want to go home.” You grinned, but he just rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious. What do you want to do with your life?”

You let out a long sigh, thinking. “Honestly? I’ve always wanted to write.”

“Like novels?” He took a final drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stamping it out.

You nodded.

“So why don’t you?” he pressed, and the frustration bubbled up - because that was the one question you never had an answer to.

“Because I need to make a living, and a few unfinished Word documents aren’t exactly paying my rent,” you muttered, running a hand over your face.

“If J.R.R. Tolkien had said that - our tour manager would be stuck with some pretty dull fanfiction about him, since no one would’ve written about his Lord of the Rings obsession.”

You chuckled. “Wait… so you read fanfiction about your tour manager?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“You’re dodging the question,” he shot back, meeting your gaze. For a second, you held it before smirking and looking away.

“And you don’t want to admit you’ve read fanfiction about yourself and your bandmates,” you teased.

Before silence could settle between you again, he spoke up. “Alright, hear me out. Let’s get out of here. We’ll go wherever you want, do whatever you want. And - just to contradict your assumption - I appreciate creativity, but I’d rather not read fanfiction about myself.”

“You’ve gone mad.” You cried out in shock at his request.

That was when he made the statement that turned the whole evening around. “And you’re boring.” 

Not even ten minutes later, the cool night air wrapped around you as you and the guy, who finally told you his name was Nick, slipped away from the grand event, leaving behind the murmur of conversations and the clinking of expensive champagne glasses. Your father’s party had felt suffocating, each forced interaction weighing you down like a stone. But out here, under the city lights, you could finally breathe.

“So,” Nick mused, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, “where to?”

You glanced at him, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind, his expression open and waiting. For a moment, the answer eluded you. You hadn’t expected him to actually follow through on his offer to go anywhere, do anything. Most people just made empty gestures, but not him.

Then, a memory flickered in your mind. “There’s this small carnival on the edge of town,” you said. “I haven’t been there in years. And it’s open until midnight.”

Nick grinned. “A carnival? I like it. Lead the way.”

The cab ride was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the lingering tension from the party dissolving into the background. When you arrived, the sight of colorful lights spinning in the distance and the scent of cotton candy and fried food instantly lifted your spirits. It was a world away from the pristine elegance of your parents’ gathering, and you welcomed the contrast.

“Alright,” Nick said as you both stepped onto the fairgrounds, hands tucked into his pockets. “What’s first? Ferris wheel? Haunted house? Overpriced snacks?”

You tapped a finger against your chin, pretending to deliberate. “You know, I think I’d like to see you utterly fail at one of those impossible game booths.”

His mouth fell open in mock offense. “Excuse me? You know I’m a drummer. That means, I have impeccable hand-eye coordination.”

You laughed, nudging him toward the nearest booth, where a pyramid of cans sat daringly on a wooden shelf. The game operator smirked as Nick handed over a few bills and took aim with the weighted baseball. His first attempt barely rattled the metal. The second was better, but still, they stood firm.

“You know,” you mused, watching him narrow his eyes at the stubborn cans, “it’s okay to admit defeat.”

“Never.” He rolled his shoulders back and took a deep breath before throwing his final shot. To both your surprise, the cans crashed to the ground with a satisfying clatter.

Nick turned to you with a triumphant grin. “Told you.”

The game operator begrudgingly handed him a prize - a stuffed bear with comically large eyes. Without hesitation, Nick turned and placed it in your arms. “For you.”

You laughed, hugging the plush toy to your chest. “I have to admit, I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.”

For the next hour, you wandered through the fairgrounds, riding rickety coasters and attempting to best each other at whack-a-mole. The easy banter between you never faltered, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying the moment in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

Eventually, you found yourselves standing before the Ferris wheel, its towering frame outlined in twinkling lights. You hesitated for only a moment before Nick took your hand, tugging you gently toward the ride. “Come on. It’s not a real carnival experience without this.”

The ride attendant ushered you into a seat, and as the wheel began to turn, the world seemed to slow. The city sprawled out before you, a sea of golden lights stretching into the distance. The sounds of the carnival faded, leaving only the gentle creak of the wheel and the occasional burst of laughter from below.

“This is nice,” you admitted softly, hugging the stuffed bear to your chest.

Nick glanced at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Yeah, it is.”

A comfortable silence settled between you as you reached the top of the wheel. The carriage rocked slightly with the breeze, and you shivered involuntarily. Without a word, Nick scooped closer, weirdly shrugged off his jacket since the carriage was rather small and draped it over your shoulders.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured, touched by the gesture.

“I know,” he said simply, his voice warm. “But I wanted to.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, only to find him already watching you. His gaze was soft, steady, and there was something about the way he looked at you that made your breath hitch. You didn’t really know if you would regret this whole thing, considering you had completely different lives. On top of that he was almost ten years younger than you. You didn’t even know what you wanted. Then, his words shot into your head again. ‘Maybe you should try living in the moment.’

Before you could get lost in your doubts, you leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant - like testing the waters before diving in. But then Nick’s hand lifted to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, and you melted into him. The world around you faded, the moment stretching infinitely as his lips moved against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. Your hands searched for something to hold onto and soon grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him even closer to you, causing him to sigh into the kiss in surprise.

When the Ferris wheel began its descent, you finally pulled away, your heart was hammering against your ribs. Nick studied you for a long moment before a slow smile spread across his lips.

“That was unexpected,” he murmured, though there was no surprise in his eyes - only something warm, something hopeful.

You swallowed, suddenly shy. “Was it… okay?”

His fingers trailed lightly down your arm before settling over your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “More than okay.”

The city lights, the carnival sounds, even the crisp night air - they were all secondary to the warmth of Nick’s hand in yours, the lingering taste of the kiss still on your lips.

As you walked back toward the exit of the fairgrounds, his hand still entwined with yours, you felt something shift inside you. For the first time in a long while, you weren’t dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. You were just here. Living in the moment. With Nick.

And it felt right.

When you reached your apartment building that wasn’t too far away from the carnival, you hesitated at the door, glancing up at him. He watched you expectantly, his expression unreadable. In any other moment you would have said your goodbyes and vanished into the comfort of your home. But not today.

“Do you…” You hesitated, then exhaled, smiling softly. “Do you want to come in?”

Nick’s lips twitched upward, and without a word, he followed you inside.

The night was far from over.

You suppressed a giggle as Nick almost instantly pressed you against your front door, his lips meeting yours in a forceful manner, causing you to drop the bear he had won for you on the floor. It’s like you forgot to breathe for a solid minute, taking the moment in before kissing him deeper. Your tongues met as you clutch onto the dress shirt he was wearing. 

You felt how his hands roamed your body as if he tried to memorize every inch of you. The need for him sat deep in your stomach and begged him silently for any kind of resolve from his teasing hands. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers dancing over his hair as you slowly guide him towards your bedroom.

He let out a small yelp as he stumbled at the edge of your bed, causing you to laugh as you collide with him on the mattress. For a short second, you both caught your breath before looking in each other's eyes. The easy banter was quickly replaced with intensity in the form of his brown eyes staring at you as they darkened with desire.

You had seen this look in a couple of eyes before, but never had it felt anything like his gaze. Everything suddenly felt like it made sense to you. Like everything that happened to you needed to happen to lead you to this moment. 

One of his hands slowly traveled downwards, hiking up your dress and grabbing your thigh before he turned you on your back. You instantly wrapped the leg he was gripping onto around his waist to drag him closer to you.

You felt his hot breath on your face, when he whispered. “As much as I love this dress, I bet it would look a lot better on the floor.”

“Just like your shirt.” You threw back at him with a smirk before leaning into him again, your lips meeting in another kiss as you slowly but surely slipped out of your clothes.

You sighed out in anticipation, while his hands started to travel over your body again. When his fingers latched to your pussy, drawing small circles over your panties, your thighs began to shake. “Holy shit. You’re already so wet, sweetheart.”

He added more pressure, watching as you threw your head back. “Shit, that feels good.”

“Does it?” He teased as his lips attached to your neck with wet kisses. “You like that?”

“Fuck… yes. I-...” You let out a small moan. “I need you.”

In any other scenario you would have felt weird. You couldn’t really remember when was the last time you let go of yourself, but when Nick softly giggled against your neck and pushed your panties to the side, your mind was filled with nothing but him. He was everything you saw. He didn’t wait long before slowly pushing two fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, if you already feel so good like this, I don’t even know how amazing you would feel around my cock.” He sighed in a deep voice.

For a couple of seconds he curled his fingers inside of you and you internally cursed yourself out for not getting with a drummer way earlier. But then, he suddenly removed his fingers without a warning, causing you to moan out in disappointment. But that feeling was quickly gone, when he carefully leaned on his knees and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. 

You looked each other in the eyes, as he slowly dragged the fabric down your legs. He never once broke eye-contact as he plastered small kisses on your inner thigh, slowly but surely getting to the part where you needed him the most.

Your back immediately arched when you felt his tongue on your pussy, taking slow but determined licks. “You taste so good.” He gasped, his tongue replaced by his finger for a moment, while you moaned.

After that he lifted your legs over his shoulder, while his mouth told you he knew exactly what he was doing. Before long, your legs started to shake in his grip. Your hands tangled in your sheets as he drew whine after whine from you. That was when you felt his fingers back inside of you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut while almost screaming out his name. The combo of his curled fingers and the gentle suck on your clit caused you to arch your back even more as you felt the pleasure washing over you. Without a warning you snapped, crying out his name in desperate pleas as he tried to keep your hips from moving against his face. He could drag you through hell if it meant you could be held by him for any longer.

He coaxed you through your high, kissing your pussy until you stopped to shake under his touch. 

You quickly sat up, dragging his face to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you kissed him.

“I need to see you.” You confessed as your hands travelled to the button of his trousers, opening it - not wasting a second to slip it down his legs.

“How bad?” He tried to tease you with a lopsided grin and yelped when you took all your strength to turn the two of you - him now laying on his back.

You quickly straddled him, letting your hands roam over his torso as you placed small kisses on him - beginning at his neck, slowly making your way down to the seam of his pants. You didn’t even know who he was a day ago and you did exactly see yourself with a guy younger than you, but as you sucked and bit into his skin - marking your territory - you felt like being on top of him was the only place you belonged to.

You smiled to yourself when you felt him tense under your touch and ever so often he let out a breathy moan or bucked his hips upward. The evidence of his arousal was astonishingly clear, the bulge in his boxers clearly visible - almost begging for your attention. Nick felt like he was your one-man cult at this point.

You slowly slipped off the bed, kneeling between his legs while looking him deeply in the eyes. “I think you’re the one to explain how much you want this.” You mocked his teasing tone from just minutes before.

“Please.” He muttered under his breath - almost shaking. While you wanted nothing more than to hear him begging for it, you needed to admit that you were rather impatient yourself, so you slowly hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear - dragging it down so painfully slowly, he let out a long stuttering breath. 

You carefully wrapped your hand around his member, soaking in the hiss he let out at the contact. You watched his face, observing every little reaction he had to you as you slowly placed your lips on the tip of his cock. “Oh, god-” Nick choked out.

You couldn’t help but smile at his frame. You were certain, the look he had on his face belonged in an art museum. 

You placed a small kiss on the tip, licking at the drop of precum that gave the clear indication of his arousal, as if his hard on wasn’t enough. You hummed at the salty taste, leaning in to suck every last drop off him. 

You didn’t look away from his face as you leaned in closer and took a long lick over his shaft. “Shit - Fuck… I-... That feels-... hmmm. You’re all I need.”

Your heart swelled with pride as you finally took him into your mouth, almost too enthusiastically bobbing up and down on his length. His moans sounded like the most perfect melody you’ve ever heard as his right hand landed in your hair to get some kind of stabilization.

“You need to… fuck- Imma cum if you don’t stop.” He whined out and the grip on your hair became firmer.

For a second, you ignored his call out, continuing to move up and down. Only when you felt him slightly twitch in your mouth, you pulled away - his grip loosening on your hair - causing him to moan out in frustration, his hips chasing after you.

You let out a small giggle as you stood to your feet again, crawling up to him with a playful glint in your eyes. His gaze darkened with something deeper, something unreadable yet intoxicating. The space between you felt electric, each inch you closed sending a thrilling pulse through your veins.

Just as you reached him, his hands found your waist, firm yet hesitant, as if savoring the moment before taking more. With a swift motion, you were on your back again, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the heat rolling off him. Your breath hitched as he hovered over you, his weight pressing into you in a way that made your pulse race.

His smile was slow, knowing, filling you with a warmth that you weren’t sure you had ever felt before. His fingers traced a lazy path down your arm, barely touching, but setting your nerves alight with anticipation. You could feel the heat of his breath as if he was your oxygen, teasing, making you wait.

When his lips finally brushed against yours, it was achingly soft - a whisper of a kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled back just enough for you to chase after him, your lips parting with a quiet plea. That was all it took.

He groaned softly before deepening the kiss, his lips molding against yours with slow, deliberate intent. His hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss turned feverish, needy, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume you both.

Every brush of his lips, every teasing stroke of his tongue, sent sparks igniting beneath your skin. Your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tight as you pulled him impossibly closer. He responded with a deep, satisfied sound, pressing into you, letting you feel the full weight of his desire.

Time blurred. The world outside of this moment ceased to exist. There was only him - his touch, his breath, the way he kissed you like he was starving for you. And as he broke away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath rough and uneven, you knew this was only the beginning.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough, edged with something unreadable. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. His words, soft yet intense, settled deep in your chest, making your heart stutter.

You blinked up at him in surprise, caught off guard by the way he was looking at you - like you were something rare, something he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch but couldn’t stop himself from reaching for. The space between you felt charged, a quiet storm building, the weight of unspoken things pressing down on you both.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of you. His lips hovered just above yours, close enough to drive you insane, but he didn’t kiss you again - not yet. Instead, his gaze held you in place, searching, burning, making it impossible to look away.

For a brief moment, it almost slipped your mind that you had just met him hours ago. That this intensity between you had no logic, no reason to exist - but it did. It was there, thrumming beneath your skin, threading through the air between you, pulling you deeper into something you didn’t fully understand.

“I think if you don’t fuck me in the next couple of seconds, I’ll confess my love to you.” You joked even though you weren’t entirely sure if there wasn’t a tiny amount of truth in your humorous statement. 

“Your wish is my command.” He answered with a smirk on his face, before he got up, rumbling through the pocket of his pants. He quickly opened the shiny package, before rolling the condom on his member.

After that he crawled between your legs again with a smile that warmed your entire body.

“So, you just have a condom in your pants at all times?” You joked, which he responded to with a teasing “You don’t?”

You hadn’t enough time to answer him as he dragged his cock through your wet folds, causing you to moan out surprisingly loud. You quickly bit down on your bottom lip to muffle the sound as he slowly pushed inside of you. 

He placed his right hand on your cheek as he bottomed out, brushing your lip. “Don’t do that, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.”

You choked back a whine, swallowing hard as his words seeped through you. “That… That feels good.”

Nick smiled as he wrapped an arm around you. He lifted his hips, slowly filling you before bringing it back out. His name slipped over your lips like it was a prayer. 

You meet his hips as you found your pace. Your head almost instantly felt dizzy, still being worked up from your previous actions and you knew he felt the same. Heat was building in your stomach as you repeatedly moaned out in pleasure, desperately seeking your climax.

“Please tell me you’re close. I won’t be able to hold back any longer.” Nick whined out, his forehead touching yours as you slightly nodded, not being able to form comprehensible words.

“Nick.” You whimpered out as his hand travelled between you, almost instantly starting to circle your clit again.

The movements of your hips in combination with his hand sent you over the edge almost instantly. You quickly leaned up and kissed him, your moan being swallowed by his mouth as you clenched around his cock. Not even ten seconds later, you felt him twitch inside of you, each thrust harder than the last before he pulled away from your mouth with a loud moan of your name - the grip of his hands on your hips almost bruising as he came undone.

His lips brushed against yours one last time before he pulled out and let himself fall to your side, his breath still uneven, his forehead resting against neck. The air between you was thick, charged with something neither of you wanted to name but both felt down to your bones.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just lay there, breathing each other in, letting the world around you settle into quiet stillness. The only sound was the soft rustle of the sheets beneath you, the steady rhythm of your breaths mixing together in the hush of the room.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to look at him, your pulse still thrumming in your ears. He was watching you, his gaze unreadable yet full of something intense, something that made your stomach tighten. His fingers traced absent patterns along your arm, a lazy, absentminded motion that sent shivers through you despite its softness.

Everything about this felt unreal. The warmth of his body beside yours, the lingering press of his lips still ghosting over your own, the weight of what had just happened settling between you like a secret neither of you were ready to break.

It almost felt foolish, how easily you had fallen into this - into him. How just hours ago, he had been a stranger, a passing moment in the grand blur of your life. And yet, here he was, lying next to you, his presence as familiar as if he had always been there.

He let out a slow, measured breath and turned onto his side, propping himself up, discarding the condom in the trash nearby before leaning on one elbow as he studied you. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice low, rough around the edges.

You hesitated, your fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on the sheet. What were you thinking? That this was insane? That you should be questioning it more? That you didn’t want him to leave?

Instead of answering right away, you reached out, letting your fingers trail down his arm over his tattoo, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. He didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned into it, like he craved it as much as you did.

“Stay,” you finally murmured, the word barely more than a breath. It came out quieter than you intended, but you knew he heard it by the way his expression shifted - something softer, something more certain.

His lips quivered into a slow, knowing smile, like the answer had been obvious before you even asked. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement, but also something else - something real.

A warmth spread through your chest, easing away whatever hesitation had been lingering there. You exhaled, turning onto your side to face him fully, your fingers still tracing his skin absentmindedly.

“Good,” you said softly, and you meant it more than you probably should.

He didn’t say anything else - he didn’t need to. Instead, he reached out, pulling you close again, letting you settle into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm draped over your waist, his touch easy, unhurried.

As you lay there beside Nick, the quiet hum of his breathing steady against your skin, a thought crept in - the kind you usually tried to push away.

How had you ended up here?

Just days ago, you were drowning in the weight of expectations - your parents’ insistence, the suffocating parties, the career that no longer felt like yours. You had spent years following a path you once believed in, only to realize too late that it had never really been yours to begin with. And yet, for all your running, you had never truly stopped long enough to ask yourself what you actually wanted.

Until tonight.

Tonight, you hadn’t thought about the past or the future. You hadn’t worried about disappointing anyone. You hadn’t been the woman who always said yes to keep the peace.

Tonight, you had let yourself feel.

Nick stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as if he could sense your thoughts pulling you away. You glanced at him, the soft glow of the night casting shadows over his features. He was so young - too young, maybe - but there was something about him, something steady and unshaken, that made you feel more yourself than you had in years.

The realization sent a quiet thrill through you, equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

This wasn’t a part of the plan. He wasn’t a part of the plan.

And maybe that was exactly what made it feel so right.

You exhaled slowly, pressing closer to his warmth, letting the weight of the moment settle over you.

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t care where the night would lead.

For the first time in a long time, you weren’t looking for the wrong turn.

Maybe, just maybe, you were exactly where you were supposed to be. 

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[caesariawritesstuff]

could i please get a single rose 🌹 + 💋 with any version of the riddler ( dealers choice ig )

with the reader being a vigilante ( who has got a catwoman and batman vibe going with riddle boy )

but she’s been kidnapped by another rouge ( once again dealers choice ) and riddler finds her to go save her and confesses his love for her after she questions why he saved her

inspo prompts

“ since when did you ever care about me ?! “ since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce “

i also just wanna say your such an amazing writer i reread C&M anytime i’ve had a remotely bad day and ik you’re gonna do so much better than i could imagine on this prompt !! ( p.s i hope you have an amazing day (:

Trapped

Summary: Edward comes to your rescue, leading to a declaration of love.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: Gunfire, mention of drugs and blood

A/N: Ahhh anon, thank you so much for your kind words! They truly mean the world to me! 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

It was supposed to be a simple job. You’d been tracking the merchandise – illegal weapons and drugs – that Two-Face had been smuggling into the city for some time now. As a vigilante yourself, you’d spent the last several months taking down some of Gotham’s smaller operations – but this one was the biggest one yet. The one chance you had to really cripple Two-Face’s operation and finally put the bastard behind bars.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

You’d done everything right. Kept to the shadows, remembered your training, moved as silent as a mouse, creeping through the warehouse as you kept your eyes pinned to the goons who patrolled the cramped halls. One by one, you’d taken them down with ease, knocking them unconscious and dragging their bodies out of view. It wasn’t even hard – it wasn’t even a challenge. The idiotic goons didn’t even realize what was happening before you’d finally knocked out the last one. All that’d been left was to destroy the merchandise with one of your exploding gadgets, a small controlled bomb, and you’d be out of here.

So when you went to inspect the giant pile of guns and weapons and bags of drugs – what you didn’t count on was the ambush from Two-Face and three other men. Two-Face had immediately put his gun to your head, and your heart dropped into your stomach, the blood chilling in your veins. You were outnumbered, with too many guns trained on you and nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

That was how you found yourself now: tied to a chair, wrists bound tightly behind your back, the thick rope cutting into your suit. Even though the suit created a nice barrier from it rubbing into your skin, there was still pain radiating up through your arm from how tight it was. Your ankles were bound, too. Blood trickled down your chin, your lip bloodied and swollen. Two-Face hit you with his gun, making you see stars when it happened, and you were still reeling from the impact of the blow. The world swayed around you, and you blinked, trying to clear your vision from the shadows creeping along at the edge.

Can’t pass out, you said to yourself, over and over again. The last thing you needed was to lose consciousness in front of Two-Face and his men.

They’d regrouped, patrolling the warehouse again, and Two-Face was standing a few feet away, a gun held tight in his scarred hand as he barked orders to the rest of his men. You tilted your head back, groggy, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You swallowed down the copper taste and looked around at the warehouse: okay, there was no way out of here. Not when you were bound like this. You frowned, your brows furrowing, anger rushing through your veins. You weren’t normally the type to be the damsel in distress, but right now, you could really use a hero.

The thought made you shudder. You might be a vigilante yourself, but you wouldn’t call yourself a hero. Not the way Batman and Robin and the rest were. You just liked taking down the corrupt criminals and trying to make Gotham a safer place – even if that meant taking down the one man you had, strangely, found yourself not wanting to take down at all.

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was that man.

You’d met him one night when saving a poor civilian from trying to steal one of his trophies, and was almost killed in the process. The Riddler had come on the screen and laughed at you for your valiant, yet nonsensical, efforts. He called you an idiot for saving the civilian and not letting natural selection run its course.

You’d smirked at the screen. “And you think you’re so clever?” you’d asked.

He’d smirked back. “Of course I am, my dear. Unlike you’ve ever seen.”

That was how it started with him – this strange push and pull, this back and forth. Whenever you crossed paths, there was a simmering tension thick in the air between you two. And, as it seemed, he was the one man, the one criminal, you could not bring yourself to take to the GCPD, no matter how many times you had him in your grasp. There was something strangely charismatic about him, and you found you couldn’t pull yourself away from him.

But…well, none of that mattered right now. Not while your life was on the line.

You lifted your eyes, once more finding Two-Face pacing back and forth in the room. He was mumbling something to one of his men that you couldn’t hear from your spot. But you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be leaving here alive – not without a miracle.

Dammit, you thought, cursing under your breath. How could you be so careless? How could you get yourself in this situation? The question rippled through your mind, frustrating you to no end. How were you going to get out of here trapped like this?

Squeezing your eyes shut, you counted to ten. Told yourself it was going to be okay, that you would make it out of here alive, that nothing was going to happen. You were going to get out of here and—

Gunfire.

It made you snap your head up just in time to hear it echo from down the warehouse. Screams suddenly erupted from the men patrolling as everyone out, panicked, desperate to see what the commotion was. It was chaos, and the blood chilled in your veins as you sat, your own panic crawling up your throat. More shouts and gunfire rang throughout your ears, and you strained in your seat to see what was going on – but within minutes, all the gunfire stopped. The screeching of tires and smell of burnt rubber filled the quiet space, as if someone had peeled out of the parking lot in a hurry.

And then there was silence. Deafening silence.

Before footsteps pattered against the concrete. But when you looked back up, it wasn’t Two-Face or his men at all.

It was the Riddler.

He stood on the other side of the warehouse in his green suit and bowler hat, a pistol in his white-knuckled grip. A speck of crimson stained the white collar of his undershirt. A look of pure rage and madness filled his eyes, and your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of him.

“…are you going to kill me?” you asked. The first to speak.

“Of course not,” he spat, walking towards you.

“Then why are you here?” you asked. Just the sight of him made every single part of you alight with warmth and desire – a desire you couldn’t control, or even want to control.

One of his brows quirked. “Do you really think anything goes on in this city without me knowing about it?”

“Then what are you doing here?” you asked.

He studied you for a moment, a curious look in his eyes as he finally reached you. Sweat beaded on his brow and up into his hairline. The intensity of his stare made you look away.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m here to rescue you, my dear damsel in distress.”

That made you scoff. “Seems like you’re doing more gloating than rescuing.”

“I do quite enjoy the gloating,” he said, his smirk growing. “But you do seem to have gotten yourself into a predicament.”

“I was handling it,” you mumbled.

He eyed you. “You call this ‘handling it’?”

That made your cheeks flushed. “I’m handling it,” you said again, though the lie was thick on your tongue.

“Mhm,” he murmured with a click of his tongue.

“Why are you even here?” you demanded, not wanting to fool around anymore.

“I told you: nothing happens in this city without me knowing.”

“So you were watching me?” you asked.

“I prefer to call it keeping surveillance.”

“Like a weirdo stalker,” you said. The words made you flush.

Redness crawled up his throat. “No. it’s not like that at all. It—”

“Then what is it like?” you cried. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve started a war with Two-Face for what? It’s not like you’ve ever cared before—”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Of course I care.”

“Since when did you ever care about me?” you scoffed out.

“Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!” he cried, throwing his hands into the air.

His words made you pause as warmth ignited in your bloodstream. Your throat tightened as you looked up at him for a long moment. “I didn’t think you were capable of caring,” you whispered, your voice a low murmur.

He shot you a look. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

A beat of silence passed as you considered the weight of his words. Maybe he was right – there were so many layers to him that you hadn’t even begun to peel back. You remained quiet as he dropped to his knees and pulled out a pocket knife to begin cutting the ropes from your wrists and ankles with a smooth, fluid motion.

“Then why save me at all?” you asked quietly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied.

You weren’t sure what he was trying to say, but you only knew how you felt. Only knew what was going on inside of you, and how you felt about him.

“I…” you said, but trailed off your words.

He scowled and shot to his feet, spinning around as he placed his hands on the back of his head. You stood up, looking around, mouth tightening into a thin line.

“Why…Edward?” you asked, using his name.

That made him turn, like you’d unlocked something inside of him, his breath hitching as he faced you head on. “Isn’t it obvious, idiot?” he muttered. “I…love you. Ever since our first meeting, I’ve always loved you.”

That fateful day flashed through your mind, heart beating like a wild drum as the words died on your tongue. But your heart beat for him in the same way. It always had.

He studied you. “Every time we’ve talked, every time we’ve danced around each other, I can’t help the way you make me feel. And I’m sick of not telling you, so when I saw you were taken by Dent, I…I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

You smiled, walking back up to him, and pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a soft shush. His eyes widened as you pressed your lips to his. He pulled away for a moment, as if in shock, before leaning forward again to eagerly kiss you. His lips were rough and hard against your own, but when you pulled away, he was smiling.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, and pulled his lips back to yours once more.

[castlebyersafterdark]

hey vinny! very excited about your upcoming fics, I love your writing 🫶

in the meanwhile, do you have any fic recs?

Went through my bookmarks and the bookmarks of a few authors I like, picked at random, went on a clicking journey, and made this list. I know there are tons more good fics out there I am missing 🥰🥰 And there were a lot of fics I recognized on my clicking journey but don't remember since I haven't read them in a while so I didn't list. Anyway, in no particular order:

❤️E asking too much (kissingpractice) - My fave college AU in the midnight hour (wisehearted) - Beautiful drunk Byler. They are perfect perfect 🥵 Probably my fave Byler fic. time is a perception, love will cure depression (alternatedoom) - This is SteveWill but it's my fave Stranger Things E rated fic. So perfect, so hot, the characterization is great, I've read it a dozen times and I'll read it a dozen more. my baby lives in shades of blue (afterglown) - Really cute/hot horny Halloween! 🐺🎃 hard times (pterafractal) - Car guy Mike (more like van guy Mike) and Will and they put that van to good use. the art of an apology (anon) - Byler fight and make-up sex. Cathartic. Privacy (bottomwillbyers) - Sharing a room, FWB, incredible horny nonsense. A classic. put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste (thisfleshbetweenmyteeth) - A little kinky and that's what made me insane about this one. Heed tags. heads or tails? (yousaidyes) - Unsure how to describe this other than good Byler tension with a unique concept. After Hours (pterafractal) - College Byler FWB Mad Machine Gun Heartbeat (NoMartiniNoParty) - Byler first time and it's really different and wonderful of angels and demons (problematicbyler) - Another wonderful horny Halloween 👼🎃 your heart's too big for your body (willbyershandmoles) - crying kink, yes pleaaaaase 🤭 we beat the odds together (willbyershandmoles) - Married older Byler!! linger like a tattoo kiss (problematicbyler) - Simple hot spicy makeout the thing about illicit affairs (problematicbyler) - Hawkins era FWB hands on 10 and 2 (wisehearted) - THE ROAD HEAD FIC! And the ultimate passenger princess Will which is very important to me. baby my tongue goes numb (wisehearted) - Phone sex and oh so much more 🥵

🧡M four rules (alternate doom) - Gen, no ships. An interesting take on gay life in 80s era Hawkins, and some stepfather Hopper and Will interactions. Very different, worth a read. Paladin Brown (NoMartiniNoParty) - Excellent Will character study mirror-to-mirror, face-to-face (passerine_in_jade) Substances and sexuality and drama in the apocalypse the comforts that make us numb (passerine_in_jade) hiiiiiiighler darling all the while (cherryisgone) - Drive in movie date! any semblance of touch (anon) - Excellent highler, Mike visits Will at college Didn't take long (SkuldTheNorn) - Horny makeouts, what's better than that

💛T i think there is someone you love (fireflywitch) - El POV and very interesting. Best El I've read. Sibling stuff. Very 80s. i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet (perexcri) - Tension and a grocery run in the apocalypse. In the Eye of a Hurricane It's You and Me (julia_skysong) - Get together, Lab stuff with Will Luminescence (NoMartiniNoParty) - THEEE best Mike Wheeler focused character study fic 💞 burn off from the rush (astrobi) - A little smoker Will as a treat i just may be a daredevil (coopermyagent) - Will goes crazy on the bullies, Byler being generally insane. these fatal fantasies (coopermyagent) - Another excellent Mike fic We're So Lucky (coopermyagent) - Drunk Byler, surprisingly horny for a T fic and I love that a bed in your shape (passerine_in_jade) - Will lies about losing his virginity. Mike uses the lie to come out. Dramaaaa. snakebites and bitter tonics (bylersworld) - COWBOY BYLER 🤠🤠 movie magic (dragons_like_smores) Will works at the video store. Mike returns tapes. Where he paused the movie is very 🤨🤭 Say It With Your Hands (pseudologia) - Working together at the movie theater, modern AU. no end to this want (astrobi) - Summer pining and super cute! you for me (fudgecakez) - Canon divergent season 4 and so gooood 💚Other some sort of ripple effect (sylvianightshade) - Conversations in a pool at a motel during the roadtrip from Cali to Hawkins. Excellent characterizations. a feeling like this (embarrassedwithapicketsign) - Mike finds a drawing of Wills he shouldn't have. there's glitter on the floor after the party (embarrassedwithapicketsign) - FWB met later in life get together No Scissors Required (comfortablynumbonthepuzzle) - Lovely fic about Joyce finding out about Will. Formative.

[proosh]

M-milf gil.. who’s sort of a cougar.. fucking all the cute hot boys in the neighbourhood. Thinking he can’t get pregnant anymore. But ends up knocked up by one of them (and doesn’t know whose it is). Man I just want to see milf gil with that lil babybelly

Ludwig's mom has got it going on and every 18-25 hunk in a 30 mile radius knows it and it's all fun and games until one(?) of those hunks manages to actually get him pregnant--

This causes some problems. It's not like Gil's really been keeping track. He didn't even realise it was still possible. But here he is, with a cute little belly poking out of his skinny jeans, scrolling through his contact list and trying to piece together the timing of who it might have been... He is showing rather early, and there was that night he took both of those hot blond twins, from the football and lacrosse teams--

[bittsandpieces]

God I swear you are actually the worst person. I find you so insufferable

oh im in your fuckin head now bud. its all over for you

[lamina-tsrif]

OOO for the pallette id say law onepiece + #1? pallette is kinda coffee colored and i feel like he desperately needs some, so 💀

DOWNTIME

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/aforyou__/status/1843229302063841501?t=4iBxUj8uAVwk3S2UDvWuUQ&s=19

THE PLOT THICKENS

OH SO WE ARE AT THE INTERACTING WITH EACH OTHER ON INSTAGRAM STAGE OF THE RELATIONSHIP OKAY ALRIGHT COOL. COOLCOOLCOOLCOOLCOOLCOOL. I SEE.....HAHAHA............HA......HOLY FUCK WE ARE SO GETTING THEM FOR GMMTV 2025 AND I FEEL SO SICK IN THE HEAD ABOUT IT I JUST

SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE CEILING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SCREECHING AT A FREQUENCY ONLY BATS CAN HEAR

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

guys if I wrote a vent fic about christmas from a muslim's perspective with a dca who doesn't understand why they feel isolated would anyone read it

[the-way-astray]

hey it's the anon who started strieefe (sent the very first ask saying keefe would have a crush on you) and i want you to know that it was entirely unrelated to the pro keefe essay you wrote. i hadn't seen it until days after

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ANON. WHAT. WHAT. SO I CAN'T EVEN BLAME ALAYDA ANYMORE???? HELLO???? THIS IS A PLOT TWIST I COULD'VE NEVER SEEN COMING.

and what, pray tell, actually instigated you to kickstart this horrific ship, then? what demon possessed you if it wasn't that essay? do tell, anon.

[shhh-secret-time]

"i would love to see your take on stan/female reader/wendy…with the spice lol😙" - anon

Oh boy my first fic with Wendy~! And it's Stendy no less, lets fucking go! This request is a special one, because I seriously have never received a compliment so fucking funny in my life. The person who sent this I hope you enjoy it and god speed.

Warning: NSFW, Threesome, F/F/M, Strong-Language, Mild Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Oral

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Wendy

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

You flipped the little brochure over looking at the picture of large snowy mountains and giant ski slopes on the front. Inside the small packet were three passes and a small metal key tucked away in the pockets of the folded paper. Three passes for everything this large Ski Resort had to offer and more! How Stan got ahold of these tickets was a mystery.

*Tickets and Passes at a discounted price! You only need to sit through a short presentation! Ask for more information over the phone!

"Wendy, can you bring out that black bag? I need to tie it down on the car!" Speaking of the shaggy haired man.

"Yeah! Give me a second!" Another voice calls from the blue painted house, the front door propped open with a silly looking garden gnome. "Stan what did you pack in this?! It's heavy!" Wendy comes out with the large, long black bag that Stan requested.

"Skiing equipment." He pauses to take the bag from her, meeting her half-way from the car to the house. "First aid supplies too just in case."

"You're not going to go down K-13 again, are you?" Wendy puts her hand on her hips looking up at the man, she has her lips pursed slightly and her eyes lowered.

"Well...what's the point of going to Aspen if we're not going to ski?" Stan gives her his best smile as he puts the bag on top of the car, going out of his way not to look her in the eye.

You can't help but giggle at their interaction, they're both so cute when they get like this. You already know how this is going to go, Wendy is going to warn Stan that he needs to be careful and not get wrapped up in just skiing the entire time, and Stan is going to reassure her that he'll be fine and that he won't.

But before they can go through the motions, they both stop and look over at you. Wendy has the most charming smile on her beautiful painted lips and Stan has a lazy smirk across his. Your cheeks flush from getting caught, you look down at the bags by your feet and quickly scoop them up.

As you walk over to put the bags in the car a pair of arms wrap around your waist pulling you away from it. Pulling you towards his chest, Stan slots you in between himself and Wendy. Another pair of arms wrap around your arm, Wendy pulls your arm close to her chest.

"Watcha giggling about baby?" Wendy's the first to ask, an amused glint behind her eyes.

"You wouldn't be laughing at us, would you?" Stan follows up with his own teasing, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Maybe a little! I can't help it you guys are cute! Plus, I'm excited, a whole weekend with my favorite people~!" You chirp back at the both of them.

You rest your head on the top of Wendy's head and bring your free hand up to cup the side of Stan's face. Standing in the driveway surrounded by various colored bags, you're reminded of the wonderful life you live. Stan and Wendy have you swallowed up in this little hold, reminding you that you're loved.

Yeah, life was pretty great with your partners. You had a house on the street of Stan's childhood home. A dog with the softest fluffiest fur you've ever seen on a pupper, who was currently being watched by Stan's best friend. A warm bed, that would be cold without nestled bodies to keep it so. It was the three of you against the world.

Oh, and the stupid garden gnome, how could you forget Mr. Poppy. He was just as important to the family. No other gnome could hold open a door like him.

"Awwh! I'm excited too! I can't wait to try all the food and take pictures! It's going to be so pretty!" Wendy coos as she nuzzles her face into the side of your arm. "So, we better hurry and keep packing so we can get there in time for check-in."

She presses a kiss on the side of your cheek and then quickly places one on Stan's, who is still leaning on you. Stan only chuckles and goes back to tying the skiing equipment down, not before giving you both a little squeeze.

Wendy trots back into the house to grab the rest of the luggage as you begin to pack the car, Tetris style.

Once everything is neat and secured the only thing left to do was get in and decide who was going to drive. After a quick little game of nose goes, issued by Stan, Wendy was the one behind the driver’s wheel. Stan up front in the passenger seat and you in the back stretched out. Your softest pillow pressed against the car door and a blanket thrown over your legs. Stan's got his phone plugged into the aux chord scrolling through his endless playlists.

"So, what are we feeling, something heavy and loud, or energetic and feel good?" He asks just as Wendy backs out of the driveway.

You put the 3DS in your hand down on your lap for a moment, pausing your game for a moment. Harvest Moon can wait this was important. "Let’s start with feel good and go into heavy and loud. I say when we stop to get snack, we jump into something new!"

"Yes! Oh, I was just thinking about what snacks to grab! Whatever we grab nothing messy!" Wendy looks at you through the rearview mirror only to giggle when you give her a pout.

"Why are you looking at me?! I don't get messy snacks! Stan does!"

"Nah sorry babe, I'm with Wendy on this one." Stan chuckles just as he puts on a song.

"Of course you would be on her side to save your ass! You can't just agree with Wendy when it's convenient Stan!"

The car is filled with music and laughter the entire ride there. Stan trying to catch almonds in his mouth by tossing them in the air, only to miss when Wendy "accidently" swerved the car. Talking about each album selected and listened to, how it makes you feel and what you didn't like about it. It's mostly Stan just going on about different rifts and how it's impressive certain guitarists can pull of techniques, but hey it's what he liked. The two slowly take off their coats and throw them in the back seat, hitting you in the process. Protests are quickly cut short when you realize how warm they were.

 At one point Wendy had to pull over from giggling too hard at the image of you wrapped up in three coats, Stan's hat, her gloves, your blanket and pillow, and your shoes kicked off. Stan agreed to take over because taking you away from your comfy state would have been a crime, especially when Wendy calmed down and crawled into the back to lay with you. Laying across you, she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her eyelashes brush against your skin the entire ride making you giggle and squirm. The both of you nap the rest of the ride, arms wrapped around one another, legs intertwined.

Stan would be jealous if it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Just before he wakes the both of you up, he snaps a quick picture of your sleeping forms. It's his new lock screen. Maybe he can let both of you rest while he handles the check-in, after all he still has to drive up to the cabin.

The silver car pulls up to the cabin carefully pulling into the driveway. Colorado snow packed high against the side of the wooden building, a dim light flickering through the frosted windows. Stan leans back in the driver’s seat taking a moment to just enjoy the quiet. The soft sound of your breathing mixing and matching Wendy's in the back seat. He closes his eyes and smiles, thinking about how he had to claw his way to this point in his life but he's so glad he did.

He turns the car off and opens the door, the cold air nips at his skin as he leaves the warmth of the car. Maybe he can let the two of you sleep a little longer while he puts the bags away. It isn't until he has to untie the skiing equipment that you begin to stir, the cars gentle rumbling no longer present. Groggily you rub the sleep out of your eyes, the subtle weight of Wendy on your chest makes you hum. Your hands rest on the small of her back as you look around, the orange lights of the sunset peeking in through the car window.

It caresses the side of Wendy's sleeping face. Reds and yellows disappear behind the kisses you place on her face. Trailing gentle kisses down her cheek towards her jawline, subconsciously she tilts her head to the side giving you a little more access to her neck.

"Hm... Wendy, baby wake up." Your voice is still laced with sleep, knowing that if she doesn't move off you that you'll fall back asleep.

She stirs enough to let you know that she's slowly waking up, but when she doesn't get up and instead crawls up your body you let out a little hum. Contrary to popular belief, Stan wasn't the one that was hard to get up. Wendy was a little menace, doing everything in her power to stay asleep. Right now, she was using the fact that she knew she was adorable to try and catch a few more moments with you. It was working, but you could play dirty back.

Your lips continue to her neck where you pepper up and down the flesh. Your hands move up her shirt enough so that your fingertips brush against the exposed skin. She rewards your efforts with a little moan, pressing her body closer to yours. She can feel your smirk against her neck, her attempts to let her go back to sleep fall short.

You continue your assault on her neck, soft and feathery kisses turn heated. The sound of blankets rustling and being pushed off to the side onto the car floor, slips under the sound of her moans. You slot your leg between her legs bringing your knee up to keep her close.

"You gotta wake up pretty. I think we're here." The raspy purr of your voice sends a shiver down her spine.

Wendy rolls her hips against the fabric of your jeans just as you bite down on the sensitive spot of her neck. Your hand moves down her back again, sliding further past her hips to her the side of her thigh that's exposed. The short white skirt she put on today gave you a perfect look of those creamy soft thighs. Your fingers squeeze the flesh making her moan your name.

She leans up and tugs your jackets up, silently asking you to sit up with her which you do happily. Her hands push down the layers of jackets until they pool under you and leave you in just your tank top. It gives you enough time to pull away from her neck and work her shirt open, a few buttons near the collarbone. A glimpse of her brightly colored red bra pulls another purr out of you, your lips brush against her the valley of her breasts.

But before you can dive back into her, the car door behind her opens. Cold air claws at your exposed skin and the car light comes on. The interruption makes the cold sit in faster than it normally would.

"Having fun?" Stan's voice almost pulls you away from Wendy's chest, stops your wondering hand on the curve of her ass.

"Was just trying to wake our girl up. You know how she gets." Your response is muffled by Wendy, you look up at Stan with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Oh, I know. I was almost tempted to you let continue, but I figured you'd wanna get cozy by the fire."

"I-I'm not that bad!" Wendy tries to protest but it turns into a squeak when you bite down, leaving a bright red mark.

"Uh-huh. Stan's right though, we gotta get the bags inside." You slowly slide your leg out from under Wendy.

"Already got them inside." He says as he offers his hand to help Wendy out of the car, unable to take his eyes off the lipstick stain you left on her chest. "Checked us in too. I figured I'd give you guys a little more time. Kinda glad I did now."

Wendy's soft awwh's went away at the last comment. She rolls her eyes and pushes past him. "Thank you. Stan."

With her coat thrown over her arms she makes her way into the cabin leaving you and Stan in the cold to gather the rest of the coats and blankets. You both watch her walk up the stairs, her skirt swaying from side to side as she does. Stan looks down at you and smirks, there's a silent exchange of knowing looks.

"She's so cute when she's mad."

"Right? All pouty when she gets called out."

You take Stan's hand and pull him along to the cabin. He closes the car door and locks it with a press of a button. Wendy's already tossed her jacket up on the coat hanger resting beside the door, her shoes put neatly away in the corner. The crackling fireplace in the middle of the room was already lit and made the cabin feel so comfortable. It's almost enough to distract you from the warmth pulsing at your core. The little make-out session did more than just wake you up.

Stan shrugs his coat off his shoulders and grabs at the ends of the sleeves to tug it off further. That action alone shouldn't make you bite your lower lip but the way his muscles flex under his shirt and how he rolls his shoulders only encourages the feeling. You turn your head away from him and take a deep breath, a small part of you hopes that Wendy's struggling like you are.

And she is, she's running her fingers through her hair that's thrown over her shoulder trying to ignore Stan. Trying to ignore the look you give him and how it excites her, how Stan is blissfully unaware of the way you're both eyeing him. Poor Stan. Poor sweet dumb Stan.

He puts his jacket next to Wendy's and then takes yours from you doing the same. You smile at the kind gesture and go to explore the cabin. Maybe if you got away and cleared your head a little, you wouldn't burn up by your own desire. Walking past the living room and into the kitchen you took note of how cute everything looked, straight out of a little novel. The cabinets were a light brown color that matched the white kitchen counter perfectly, little shelves of cups and bowls tucked away. Although the ivy that hung down from the top of them was fake, it brought little splashes of green that made it look so pretty!

You turn back and walk back towards the living room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch together, she's snuggled up against his side curled up. He's got his hand resting on her knee and his arm wrapped around her, she's playing with the fabric of his shirt whispering something to him. They laugh and he presses his forehead against her letting it rest there as they close their eyes, and just enjoy the presence of one another. Between the warmth of the fire and the love you feel for the two people in front of you it was almost enough to make you burn up. You smile softly and decide to give them some time alone.

After all you got to have a little time with Wendy first, it was only fair. Plus, you still had to see the bed! And what a bed it was! Dark blue blankets folded carefully over the bed, three pillows fluffed up to the point where they looked like clouds, and a giant white comforter that you just knew would keep you nice and warm. That and the mini fireplace in the corner, sitting there on a little platform with dried out logs of wood behind it. Bookshelves filled with various novels and decorations line the wall. Behind the bed is the largest window in the cabin.

You crawl over the bed towards the window, sitting up on your knees you look out at the frosted glass. Resting your chin on your arm, the sight in front of you is beautiful. Since you were asleep when he pulled up to the cabin you didn't get to really take in all the beautiful mountains that surrounded the area. The snow was starting to come down a little heavier now like it waited just for you and your partners. Dark green trees covered in that beautiful untouched sparkling snow.

With a happy little sigh, you flop back on the bed with your arms sprawled out, you stretch out to your fullest. The stretch feels good enough to make a little moan slip from your lips, your back arches up making the muscles feel better. Reminding you that lying in one spot for too long with another human on you isn't exactly the best for your body.

Your eyes open to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Stan and Wendy walk into the bedroom only to spot you already on the bed enjoying the silk on your skin.

"Told you this is where she'd be." Stan says leaning on the doorway, his forearms holding him up on the doorframe.

Wendy looks up at him and giggles, "This place is beautiful! How were you able to book this place? It must have cost a lot."

"Nah. It's my parents, they bought it when we were younger. Dad caved and just bought this cabin after that time share experience." He shrugs a little, his fingers run through his hair a little pushing up the black locks.

"I guess I'll have to thank your dad next time I see him." You say finally deciding to lean up.

"Don't. For the love of god don't, it'll go to his head." The way he says it makes you and Wendy burst out into laughter.

She decides to join you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her petite form sinks into the soft mattress. Her hands pushed down on the bed forcing her up a little, the momentum causing her to bounce up and down on the bed. After she's satisfied enough with the bounce she leans back against your form. Your arms go to wrap around her waist pulling her close to your chest, you nuzzle back into her neck where your lips were moments ago.

She responds by pressing a kiss into your cheek. You retaliate with a little nip on her neck pulling a breathy giggle from her lips. The way it turns into a moan makes Stan's breath hitch in his throat; his eyes scan your forms. He watches the way your hand trails up her shirt slowly slipping the plastic buttons through the slots. Every button reveals more and more of her body, pushing it down to her elbows where it rests on the cubital.

Your hand comes up to the lace on her bra strap. Playing with the material before sliding down her shoulder, replacing the strap with your lips. Your other hand moves down to her thigh pulling the skirt up in the process. Stan's eyes widen when he sees the matching set of panties, stained a darker shade from her arousal.

"So pretty, did you wear that for us?" You whisper next to her ear as your fingers made quick work of moving up and down her slit. Adding just enough friction to make her roll her hips, trying to chase the pressure.

Wendy's pretty pink lip’s part to answer but it turns into a whimper and a moan. Her cheeks turn a bright red matching the lingerie that looks so beautiful against her skin.

"Come on Wendy, answer her. It's rude ya know." Stan finally breaks away from the spot that he was glued to. Finds it in him to walk over with that shit eating smirk across his face. He bends down and puts his arms on either side of you. He leans down and presses the softest kiss on her forehead. Compared to your hand and the way you’re squeezing every soft curve; his kisses feel so alien.

Ever stubborn, she goes to silent him with a kiss. It takes everything in Stan not to capture her lips in a heated kiss, but he's able to pull back and shake his head. Just far enough that Wendy can feel his lips ghost over hers, just enough to smell the gum he had in the car. The spearmint taste on her lips.

"Ah no. Bad girl." Stan tuts as his fingers trace her lips; the pads of his thumbs brush over her lower lip. Wendy's lips wrap around his thumb pulling it into her mouth, her tongue swirls around the course digit. You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Stan's resolve break. He never could hold on long when she worked her magic.

Your hands slip down the band of her underwear, pushing the thin fabric past her hips and like clockwork, Stan helps you pull them the rest of the way down. He tosses them to the side before removing his thumb from her mouth. Not before pressing down on her tongue, making a pool of drool slide down her chin.

The way she looks up at him makes your heart slam against your chest and your body ache. Finally, after the slow drawn-out teasing, your hands pull apart her legs. Pushing them away from one another by the plump of her thighs. Her slit now bare to the man before her, her arousal coating her legs now that she no longer has the flimsy material to cover it.

Stan's on his knees in front of her, his arms tucked so snugly under her legs so that he can bring her closer to the edge of the bed. He lazily throws them over his shoulders and dips his mouth closer and closer to her aching heat. Just as his lips connect to the throbbing bud, you press a kiss onto her lips.

His lips twist and pull at the bud, a hungry tongue greedily swirling around to collect her arousal. The flat of his tongue presses into the nub until it wanders into her heat. Just as his tongue slips its way into her cunt, yours slips into her mouth. Devouring her in a different way. Every moan that escapes her lips is immediately swallowed by you. For as hungry as Stan was, you were starving.

The poor girl couldn't catch her breath. Between your kisses that already left her breathless, and Stan's jaw working her clit; she could feel the pressure in her core build up fast. It was like trying to ride out heavy waves during a storm. Colored nails intertwine with Stan's hair, tugging the locks up when he hits that perfect spot with his tongue.

"A-ahh!" Her moans pitch an octave, she bucks her hips forward against his mouth.

The kiss is broken just as her resolve comes crashing down. Stan can feel the way her walls throb and tighten around his tongue.

Wendy throws her head back when Stan continues, even with her climax coating his tongue it’s not enough for him. His eyes flutter shut with no intention of stopping. He'd continue lapping up every delicious part of her until his jaw ached.

She tries to push his head off, tries to close her thighs around his head. But he keeps his hands firmly on her thighs. When she tugs his hair again, he only lets out a deep moan which vibrates up against her cunt.

Little beads of tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes. The overstimulation was a painful pleasure. Her breath hitches in her throat, a silent scream dies along with it. The sound of Stan's mouth working its magic fills the roo. The heavy exhales coming from him as he struggles to catch his breath, the fact that he'd rather suffocate than come up for air makes you chuckle.

After Wendy cums around his tongue again, and the light mascara around her eyes begin to bleed down her face, do you tap the side of Stan's shoulder. "Alright cowboy let her go, I think she's learned her lesson." Stan's eyes meet yours, looking up through the darkened blues.

He flicks his tongue a few more times, pulling a cry from the poor woman. He moves his lips to the inside her thighs. A series of kisses trail down her quivering thighs, he hums softly.

Wendy's body is spent, you can tell from the way she's practically lifeless against you. Her mind is still trying to catch up from it's high. Your hands work on massaging circles on her hips helped to anchor her back down.

"I think you killed her Stan." You chuckle, pushing Wendy's hair out of her face.

"Ya think? I couldn't help it; she tastes so good." His purr sends a shiver down your spine as he leans up towards your face. "Wanna taste?"

When you nod and smirk at him, he bends down and finally captures your lips in a kiss. The difference between their kisses is night and day. Wendy's are always soft, passionate, playful ones. Stan's are hungry, firm ones; like he's trying to put all his feelings into one action.

You can taste it. Every bit of love he has for you on the edge of his lips. Wendy on his tongue. Desire in the way it twines with yours. Wendy's half open eyes watch, her mouth opened in awe. The way your tongues work in each other's mouths brings a red hue to her face.

Her blush deepens when she sees the thin string of saliva that connects your tongues snap. Stan's the first to pull away, lips still wet from everything. He cleans the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirks.

"Hmm...he's got it out for you Wendy." When you call her name, she looks up. The confusion written on her face only makes you chuckle. "Because that wasn't enough, it's my turn."

She was going to die. Wendy Testaburger was going to die somewhere in Aspens. The comfy warm cabin was going to be her coffin, and her cause of death was going to be her two insatiable partners.

You don't give her much time to protest, not that she would anyway. You pull away from her and begin to strip down to nothing, Stan works on moving her back against the pillows. At least she'll be comfortable when she dies.

Stan whispers to her softly, "You can give us one more Wens. It's only fair, she didn't get her turn."

You smirk back at the bed as you toss your clothes away. She looked so cute in nothing but her pretty white blouse still wrapped around her arms. Beads of sweat starting to trail down her body, you know you're not the only one watching as they trace every gorgeous curve.

But you are the one that gets to settle between her legs. You crawl over until your face is inches away from her poor cunt. Your eyes find the marks Stan's left behind and decide that it's not nearly enough. Her pale skin made the red splotches pop so pretty, why not add a few more. So, you leave teeth marks and little bruises where Stan's mouth hadn't touched.

Stan's enthralled, but not enough to sit there and do nothing. While you worked your clothes off, he did the same. Dark blue jeans thrown to the side, faded band shirt alongside it. It isn't until he puts his hand on your hip that you realize he's propped up behind you.

Standing on his knees, he's pulled your hips up towards his aching member. Wendy's little whimpers and moans only serve to make his cock throb. His hands fist the flesh and pump it a few times. Watching your face get closer and closer to where moments ago he had his.

"Fuck that's hot." It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. At this point he's not sure he wants to, just pressing the tip of his head against your slit isn't enough. He needs you both to hear what you're doing to him. "You're so pretty like this. Eating our girl out like that, and fuck-" He paused to deliver a firm slap on your ass. "-this ass of yours."

The pain makes you moan out, the vibration shoots up against Wendy's clit. She cries out and bucks her hips against your lips, which you use to capture her clit. Lips wrapped around her abused bud.

"Oh god~" Wendy throws her head back, any work to get her to come back down from her fucked out mental state is thrown out the window.

Her moans encourage you, selfishly lapping and sucking at every nerve until you find a rhythm that causes her to see stars. Stan picks up on it, he waits until your tongue is flicking her bud back and forth before diving into your cunt. Firm hands keep your hips still, so he doesn't throw off your tempo.

Again, he doesn't even bother holding back his moans. Your arousal lets him slip past your folds and snuggly against your walls perfectly. He pushes until he's halfway buried deep into you, only to slowly pull back out. For as good as you're making him feel, he's so focused on the way you're making Wendy feel. Every time you moan into her, she arches her back, and every time she moans at the sensation it makes his cock throb. The cycle keeps the fire burning. Lust and pleasure wrapped so tightly together.

Wendy's mouth is lulled open, and her eyes are rolled up to the back of her head. Stan knows she's not going to last from looks alone. So, he begins picking up his pace. His snapping forward with such force it causes a ripple across your flesh. He's making it hard to focus on anything but the way his cock feels buried in you.

Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. You're dissolved to nothing more than sloppy tongue thrusts. Pumping in and out of Wendy like Stan is doing to you. Every thrust from him trickles down to her. Pushing you against her only to pull you back against him. But you're not the only one losing yourself.

Stan's been hard since he opened the car door and found you two in a heated state. He's been fighting the urge to fuck you both senseless since Wendy first came around his tongue. With every flutter of your walls, he goes harder and deeper.

After a particular strong thrust in just the perfect spot, you feel your resolve crumble. A white-hot flash goes across your eyes and down to the pit of your stomach. Your walls clamp down around him, trying to milk him for all he's got.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck you're squeezing me!" He growls so loudly when you do. He crawls over your form, sweaty chest pressed against your back, hips pushing you further into the bed. His mouth latches onto your shoulder where he bites down. Hard.

Wendy's fingers are in your hair pulling your head up towards her chest. She's already cum for the third time, possibly the fourth. She's stopped counting and all she can focus on is the way you both feel against her. She watches the way Stan drills into you until he can't keep the rhythm anymore.

His hips stutter, slap against your ass one last time and then he spills his cum into you. Thick hot ropes of cum paint your insides until it's dripping down your thighs.

Heavy breaths and shaky moans. Slow inhales and breathy exhales. Whatever energy Stan has left is used to keep himself from falling on top of you. He pulls his teeth from your skin, pressing a soft kiss on the mark he's left behind. A quiet apology.

Eventually he pulls out of you and falls to his side next to Wendy. His arms find home around her waist where he tugs you both towards his chest.

".... this vacation already rules." Stan breaks the silence, pressing a kiss into your temple.

"It's only the first night." You giggle, tossing him a lazy smile.

"Yeah, we still got the hot tub to test out." Stan says with a smirk.

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

"Insatiable. Both of you. I'm going skiing at least once or I swear to God." Wendy huffs but the smile on her face betrays her. The corner of her lips twitch as she tries to resist.

You might get some skiing done.

[allastoredeer]

Is it just me or people really more and more draw Lucifer as a complete uwu shy baby and Alastor as his big alpha man? Because the more days pass the more of it I see and I'm tired.

Dude I hear ya (¬_¬) It's literally my biggest pet peeve with the radioapple ship. I'm sorry but I cannot fathom Lucifer as a UwU shy baby. And Alastor a big alpha man? Please. If any of them were a big alpha man, it'd be Lucifer, let's be real.

You know, the thing is, I don't really mind Lucifer having shy little UwU moments or Alastor being all big, tough, and domineering - they've both had moments like that in the show. It's when their entire characters get boiled down to these specific tropes/characteristics that I want to start ripping my hair out.

At this point, I just scroll past content like that really fast, or I just block the creator - not out of resentment of malice toward them, I'm just a big believer in fans curating their own fandom experience. If I don't enjoy certain content, however innocent and harmless it is, I'm going to keep it from showing up in my feed. I'm here to have a good time, I'm not gonna spend it consuming stuff I don't enjoy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's how I got most of my Twitter feed full of bottom!Alastor now. I rarely come across top!Alastor anymore and it's been great. I'm having a fantastic time.

But yeah, totally agree with you, Anon. Not much we can do about it, but I feel your frustration. The best we can do is make the content we want to see (~˘▾˘)~

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[books-and-dragons]

Lucifer would be a complete and utter hot mess at Vaggie and Charlie's wedding y/n

anyone saying anything but an all-resounding yes is a l i a r

and not just at the wedding, although you can guarantee he's a mess the entire ceremony, but beforehand too. every step of the wedding planning process, lucifer is humming with energy- arms laden with plans and ideas, golden threads of creation basically live as a constant at his fingertips for weeks- designs lacing in and out of existence at a whim. it's hard to say who's more excited: the actual engaged couple, or lucifer himself.

he wants everything for charlie and vaggie- the perfect ceremony, the perfect decorations- a guestlist as long or short as charlie's heart desires. need more space? he'll make it! less space? he'll create an entire dimension for their privacy if charlie so deems it. to everyone outside of charlie, it's a little overkill, but driven by love in the best way lucifer feels able to articulate it.

there's a hope in his eyes long since believed to have been snuffed out by the fall, by the drudgery of ruling over sinners. this is everything he's dreamed of for charlie, a future of hope, a partner who loves and cherishes her....who'll always be there for her.

but the actual ceremony? it's a good thing lucifer is a being of creation because one, two, or however many hankerchiefs could fit in a pocket would never be enough for the floods of tears this man would be capable of. he's there for the first look after charlie gets dressed, he's by her side to 'give her away', to officiate and barely hold it together through his speech as he pronounces their union.

he looks at his little girl on her big day and his heart is full, a spark of hope is reignited, at the sight of her getting a kind of happiness he had always dreamed of for her.

lucifer had quit dreaming eons ago, hope quelled by the harsh hand of heaven, he's learnt that to dream would be to inevitably fail, to be let down. and then he'd had charlie, and a part of him refused the notion she'd ever be anything less than perfectly happy- against his better judgement, lucifer had started to hope again. but not for him, never for him- but charlie? his baby girl? always.

seeing her hand in hand with vaggie, matching bands on their left ring fingers as they shared their first dance under the pentagram-lit skies, lead by his own gentle singing- harmonies he hadn't used in eons now guiding their slow swaying, lucifer started to realise that maybe some dreams can still come true.

[spiritclusters]

Hiii!! I just read lies omissions and false truths on ao3, it was one of my favorite spn fics I’ve ever read!! It was so emotionally devastating but it was so cathartic. Are you thinking of ever doing b another chapter?

hi!! i'm so glad you liked it! man i haven't thought about OLAFT in ages, i really liked working on it when I was in my massive spn phase, and it was so much fun to bring all the characters to the brink of their emotional endurance.

Lol, In my original plan for it, I was going to do a lot more with michael and have them do this whole war on earth for heaven thing, but i grew kind of tired of it toward the end and decided that I would cut the fic short with one final chapter to wrap things up I did have and then...did not lol. I have like half of it in a doc somewhere in multiple pieces, but I just didn't get around to finishing.

Oh man. Yeah. I was also going to do sam and cas's pov in a one-shot for everything too, because after that point their pov wouldn't spoil everything. This project was massive in my heart. XD

It got super draining eventually, because I was working on so much at the time and it felt like my attention was split between seventeen different things. I've been working mainly on my original series for the last year or so, which has sucked up a lot of my time and energy.

Honestly, this was such a sweet ask to get and so unexpected that I will go look at the doc for you. I make no promises, but I'll see where I got to and if I feel like a *checks notes* almost three year hiatus is enough for me to feel like i've got enough distance to pick it back up again and enjoy it.

but for now *opens coat like a pocket watch dealer* hey buddy, you wanna preview of what would have been the next chapter?