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mytherapyisreading14 · 3 days ago

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Hii! Could make a smutt fic with post prison Spencer fic where the reader and Spencer are like best friends/roommates and she has a massive crush on him and he’s in her room looking for something and finds her diary with all of the dreams she’s had about him and they are like extremely kinky like spitting in her mouth and using his handcuffs on her and while he’s reading the diary she walks in on him and she gets like really embarrassed and he’s being the biggest tease to her and then they fuck. Also could you include the spit kink in the smutt part? If you’re not comfortable with that then it’s fine :). Ps I sent this request to another writer like a week ago but they said that they couldn’t do it because they were only doing blurbs.

A Dream Come True

Summary: When Spencer comes over for one of your weekly movie nights, he accidentally finds your diary and discovers your secret.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Category: Smut, some Fluff (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: kissing, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby etc.), praise kink, spit kink, choking, fingering, use of handcuffs, oral sex (f), unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), multiple orgasms, dom!spencer (If I missed any warnings, please tell me)

Word Count: 3,3k

Author’s Note: I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday and finished writing this to distract me from the pain (didn’t work though) 😩 Anyway, I hope you like it! :)

You're standing in the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked cookies hits your nose. You decided to bake some cookies before Spencer is coming over for your weekly movie night. Baking also distracts you from the thoughts that have been consuming you more and more in the last few weeks.

You've always liked Spencer, but in the last few weeks, after he got out of prison, you've been spending even more time together. He needed a distraction and when he finally was ready for it, he also talked to you about what had happened to him.

It broke your heart when he told you what he had to go through. You're glad the team managed to get him out of there. You don't even want to think about how bad it would have been if he had to stay any longer.

You take a look at the clock, Spencer will be here soon. You can't wait, the nervousness tingles in your stomach like usual when you think about him. With a light sigh you put away the last ingredients, while your eyes keep wandering to the calendar on the wall.

You can't say exactly when they started. These... dreams. At first they were just fleeting thoughts that distracted you from the stressful everyday life, but now they are much more than that.

They are firmly imprinted in your mind, as if they are another reality taking up more and more space in your life. You shake your head, trying to compose yourself, but it doesn't work. The desire for these dreams to finally become reality gets stronger everyday, especially when you spend time with him.

You go to your room and open the diary that is still lying on your bed after your last entry this morning. A shiver runs down your spine as you read the words and the memories of your last dream come flooding back.

But the familiar ringing of the door bell snaps you out of your thoughts. Spencer is here. You quickly close the diary and shove it back under your small cupboard in your room where no one can find it.

You open the door and your heart immediately beats faster when you see him. With his messy curls falling over his face and that cute smile he never fails to blow you away. Your breath hitches for a moment as he looks at you.

“Hey, how are you?” he asks as he takes a step towards you and holds out a small bag of gummy bears. “I brought you your favorite gummy bears. They were almost sold out, but I still managed to get a package.” You can’t help but fall into his arms.

“Thank you,” you say, holding him for a moment longer than necessary. It feels so good to feel him close, to breathe in that familiar scent of him. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest. But then he breaks the moment.

“Did you bake something? I think I can smell cookies,” Spencer says and your eyes widen in shock. "Oh no! My cookies!” you shout, practically jumping out of his arms and storming into the kitchen.

You turn off the oven, take the cookies out and carefully place them on the tray to let them cool off. Spencer follows you, still grinning as he watches you. “Just in time,” you say as you run your hand through your hair. “A moment longer and they would have burned.”

“It's good that I'm not only a genius, but also have a good nose,” he jokes. “Or you’re just hungry,” you answer with a grin as you put the cookies aside. “That too. And you know they are my favorite cookies. I can't just let them burn,” he says and you laugh.

“But they have to cool down before you can eat them. If you want we can already start to watch a movie now,” you say and go over to the living room with him, grabbing a few pillows and blankets to make it even more comfortable on the couch.

"So," Spencer says as he sits down next to you and adjusts the pillows, "what movie are we watching first?" You think about it for a while, deciding whether you want to watch something romantic, funny or classic. Finally, your choice falls on Back to the Future. A movie that you both love.

When you want to turn on the television, you suddenly notice that the remote control is no longer working. “Oh no, the batteries are dead,” you mumble and take them out. “Where do you keep the new ones?” Spencer asks, leaning back and watching you. “I can go and get them while you get us something to drink.”

You nod. “They are in the bottom drawer in the small cupboard across my bed,” you tell him. “All right,” Spencer says, getting up and going to your room to get them. While he's in your bedroom, you take a moment to gather your thoughts. If only you knew what he really thinks about you...

Spencer goes into your room to get the batteries. But when he tries to open the bottom drawer like you told him, it gets stuck, which surprises him. He leans down to look what’s causing it, maybe he can fix it for you. But then he notices that there is a book lying under the cupboard.

Curious, he pulls it out and examines it for a moment. He flips through the pages, slowly, as if he can't help himself. His eyes widen when he realizes it's full of entries - entries about the two of you together specifically. It’s your diary. Full of your thoughts about him.

And not just your thoughts. You also wrote down the dreams you had about him, the wishes and desires you couldn't keep to yourself anymore. Your feelings that you never expressed. Spencer continues reading, and with each word it seems as if the world stops.

You, on the other hand, are now wondering where he is. Why doesn't he come back? You go to your room and open the door. “Spence, did you find them or should I help -” You pause, your eyes immediately falling on the book in his hand and your heart beats faster. You blush as you realize what he just discovered.

He looks at you and a grin spreads across his face. “I found a really interesting book under your cupboard. Why did you hide it from me? I would’ve love to read it sooner,” he says as he takes a step towards you. You feel like the ground is threatening to fall away from under your feet. Your pulse is pounding in your ears and you try to stay calm. “Spence…” you whisper, but you can’t say anything more. You're way too nervous.

He looks at you for another second, as if he's getting lost in your reaction, before holding the diary out to you, grinning ever wider. “You probably not only dream about me every night, but also write everything down so you can think about it again and again, right?”

You feel the blood rush to your head and you almost feel dizzy with embarrassment. "I... uh..." you stammer, "It's not what you think..." Spencer laughs. “No?” he asks as he flips the diary over to the page on which you wrote down your last dream about him.

“Well, I think it's kind of cute that you're so lost in your dreams. But you know what?” You look at him uncertainly as he slowly takes a step closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Now that I know about them, I can make them all come true,” he says quietly. For a moment his eyes are so intense you feel like you could sink into them.

Your mind is racing and you can't believe what he just said. Then he suddenly pushes you against the wall and kisses you. The kiss is not gentle, it’s full of desire and hunger. His tongue pushes between your lips, tasting you. You can feel the heat rushing through your body, pressing your thighs together.

He pulls away, leaving you breathless and craving more. “I’m going to leave you now. When I come back, I want to see you laying on the bed naked, with your legs spread apart. You’re not allowed to touch yourself. Do you understand?” he asks, his voice firm and eyes full of lust.

You nod and a shiver runs down your spine. “Yes, I… I understand,” you breathe out. He smirks before he grabs your diary and turns around to leave the room. You heart is pounding in your chest and you're shivering in excitement. You do as your told and take off your clothes to lay down on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

Spencer however sits down on the couch to read through all of your diary entries. He feels his pants getting uncomfortably tighter the more he reads and one entry particularly draws his attention. You had this dream 2 days ago.

He used his handcuffs to tie you to the bed, kissed down your body before going over to tease you by squeezing your breasts and biting down on your nipples. You begged him to touch you and when he decided that he teased you enough, he went over to eating you out and fucking you with his fingers. And then, after you came, he leaned forward and spit into your mouth.

Spencer never expected you to dream of things like this, but he is more than happy to make them come true. His cock is getting harder and he decides you waited long enough. Luckily, yesterday after you got off work, you got some take out and drove to your place to eat dinner together. He left his vest and jacket, in which he also packed his handcuffs, hanging in your apartment because he knew he would be back today anyway.

He stands up and goes over to get his handcuffs. He straps them to the back of his pants so you don’t see them right away. Then he goes into your room and opens the door. You lay on the bed, with your legs spread apart, just like he told you. He smirks and comes closer, his eyes wander over your body.

You feel extremely exposed and have to resist the urge to put your arms in front of your body to cover yourself. But then you see Spencer's tongue licking his bottom lip and his eyes darken. “You look so beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to finally touch you,” he says and gets onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you again and you run your fingers through his hair.

He kisses your neck before leaning closer to your ear again. “Do you trust me, baby?” he asks and you nod. He shakes his head. “I need words,” he says and you answer him immediately. “Yes, Spencer. I trust you.” He looks pleased. “Good. Can you close your eyes for me?”

You close your eyes and feel him shift, excited to find out what he planned to do to you. You can feel his hands reaching for yours, then you hear the clatter of metal and feel something cold close around your wrist. You know exactly what comes next and a shiver runs down your spine.

He lifts your hands over your head and ties you to the headboard. You can’t help but smile and he notices. “I see, you’re already enjoying this. You can open your eyes now. I want you to look at me when I touch you,” he says. You open your eyes and look up to Spencer above you.

“I have to admit, your dream from two nights ago surprised me. I really liked reading it. I decided to make this one come true first,” he says before he starts to slowly kiss down your neck. He goes further down around your breasts and then your stomach before he spreads your legs apart and leaves kisses between your inner thighs. When he bits down on the soft skin to leave a hickey there you can’t help but moan.

“Please, I - I need you,” you say and try to reach down to press him against you. But you forget that you’re held back by the handcuffs. Spencer chuckles when he sees you like this, helpless and desperate for more. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want,” he says and his hands wander upwards to your breasts again.

He starts to squeeze the right one and leans down to lick over your left nipple before taking it in his mouth. He bites down gently first and then he starts to suck. All the man you had before never really paid that much attention to your breasts and your surprised how good it feels with him.

When he pulls away and blows cold air on your nipple you shiver again. He turns his attention to the other one and you can’t help but moan. “More…please. I need you to fuck me,” you beg him but he just ignores you and continues his actions.

You press your legs together to relief the ache between your legs but he notices and pushes them apart again with his knee. He grabs your chin with his hand and holds you firm, looking into your eyes. “You have to be patient, baby. I want to take my time with you,” he says.

You nod but a silent cry escapes your lips. The way he’s touching your body leaves you craving him even more and after all these weeks of dreaming about this, you don't want to wait any longer. But you know it won't do any good to keep begging. Instead you focus entirely on his lips, his hands and how he touches your body.

When Spencer finally decides that he teased you enough he slowly leans down, hands running up your thighs before spreading your legs even further to get in between them. You look down and in that moment you wish you’d had an eidetic memory too because you never want to forget the way he looks at you now.

“I always wanted to know what you taste like, baby,” he says and you can feel his warm breath against your pussy. Then he finally leans in and starts to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue. The touch is light, teasing again and all you want is to pull him closer and run your fingers through his soft, brown curls. His eyes never leave yours when he starts to devour you.

You can’t help but grind against him and this time, he gives you what you want. One hand moves up to your hip, the other one under your ass and he pulls you closer to him while his tongue continues to move in and out of you. He applies more pressure and adds two fingers, making you moan his name over and over again.

“I’m close,” you manage to breath out and Spencer flicks his tongue over your clit. “Come for me baby, come on my mouth,” he says and you let go. Your back arches off the bed when your orgasm hits you but that doesn’t stop Spencer. He just continues what he’s doing, taking everything in.

Your orgasm slowly ebbs away and Spencer comes up from between your legs, his eyes full of lust. He gently runs a finger over your lip and smirks. “Open up for me, baby,” he says and then you realize what he’s about to do. You shiver in excitement and open your mouth.

Then he leans forward and spits into your mouth. “Swallow.” You obey and keep eye contact with him the whole time. “Good girl,” he praises you and gently kisses you, holding you close to him. He gives you a minute to recover, which you gladly take before he starts to undress himself.

Your eyes widen, he’s definitely bigger than you expected. He goes back in between your legs and slowly runs his tip through your folds. “Just… just fuck me already. Please,” you beg him. “You’re so needy, baby. You want to take it all at once? Fine, then have it.” He thrusts inside of you.

You feel the pleasure rushing through your body, expanding every time he hits your g-spot while he fucks you in a restless pace. “You look so pretty like this. Tied to the bed and fucked out for me. You’re all mine now. Gonna make all your dreams come true,” he says and grabs your hips to hold you firm.

He continues to fuck you until you’re crying out his name. He comes closer and wraps a hand around your throat, before kissing your neck again, leaving more hickeys. When he starts to circle your clit again you feel like you’re going to explode from the intense pleasure.

“Spence, need to… please, please…” you whine, unable to form a complete sentence. He chuckles, clearly amused to see you so desperate for him. “Baby, I don’t understand you. You have to tell me what you want,” he teases, squeezing your throat more and slowing down for a moment.

“I - I want -“ you begin but get cut off again by a moan when he thrusts harder into you again. “Look at that, you’re a complete mess. You clearly don’t know what you want, do you? I’m afraid I have to stop then” he teases. “No!” you answer immediately, wrapping your legs around him to keep him close.

“Tell me what you want then, otherwise I can’t help you. Come on, I know you can do it,” he says. “I want to… I want to come. Please,” you finally manage to say before your eyes roll back again. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he says and releases the hand around your throat to speed up his thrusts again.

Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably when your orgasms hits you and Spencer fucks you through it, finishing inside you a moment later. You can feel his cum deep inside of you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply and giving both of you a moment to calm down.

Then he sits up, leaning forward to untie you. You immediately cuddle up to him, holding him as close as possible. “Are you okay? Do you need anything baby? Water maybe?” he asks and gives you a tender kiss on your forehead. “No, please just hold me in your arms now,” you say and he pulls you even closer against him.

He runs his hands through your hair and you can feel his heartbeat beneath your hand. After a while you look up to him, with a smile on your face. “That was even better than in my dreams,” you mumble, still exhausted. He laughs and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “I’m glad to hear that.”

For a moment everything is quiet, you just enjoy lying in bed together and holding each other in your arms. Then Spencer shifts closer. “You know, tonight it wasn't just your dreams that came true. I wanted this - you - for a long time now too,” he admits and your heart skips a beat.

“Well then I'm happy you found my diary today. Who knows how long it would have taken us before one of us made a move,” you say and laugh. Spencer grins. “Oh definitely way too long,” he says before he leans forward to kiss you again. “I love you,” he says and you smile against his lips. “I love you too.”

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ddejavvu · 19 hours ago

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pairing: (smallville) clark kent x reader

summary: clark hits it from the back for your first time, because that 'doesn't really count'.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. anal sex, first time sex, mild discomfort for both of those reasons. my bsf was the inspo + source for this because she's taken it up the shitter a dozen times but swears up and down she's a virgin and (completely judgement-free) i find that fascinating

for whatever reason, you and clark have never had sex. whether it's because you want to save yourself for marriage, or you're worried about pregnancy in small-town kansas, or no one has a condom when you need one, the bottom line is that you and clark have been totally abstinent thus far. that's not to say you've never done anything with him, but in your minds it doesn't really count if it's not in the right place, right?

clark's touched you, sure, and you've touched him. you've sucked him off and he's repaid the favor breathlessly, if not a little too eagerly as he goes down on you. you've cum on his fingers and you've dry humped for days and he's fucked your thighs and he's fucked your tits on one wild occasion just to have a hole but hey!! he's never put it in your pussy and that means it doesn't really count. you haven't technically, really had sex yet, all of that other stuff is just sort of foreplay if you think about it. you've never let him in your pussy so really you've never had sex at all.

it's another night of heated, heavy makeouts, heaving, panting breaths washing over your bare, goose-bumped skin as he sticks his hands into the hem of your jeans, and you reconsider your commitment like you always do at this point in time. you really want to stay strong, you're not letting him inside of you, but- but that's not really the only place he could put it. you're sick and tired of the teasing, abstinence is what you think is right but you just can't seem to keep it in your pants either of you. so you consider it for a moment, and you decide that you're not breaking your resolve, he will not be allowed to stick it in... that hole.

"Clark," You murmur, taking hold of his wrist where he's fingering the hem of your panties, "Do you want to-? Like, you know, go from the back?"

There's perhaps no modest way of saying it, but his brows furrow like he's not picking up what you're putting down.

"Like, like- you know, I'll- I'll get on my hands and knees, and you can..."

One brow raises, then the other, "Oh. Oh, like-? Like I can- uh, I can go inside?"

"Yeah. But- y'know, from the back."

"Yeah. Yeah," He fumbles with his jeans, feeling a tightness below his gut as he fully comprehends what you're offering. even with your jeans rucked down by your knees he can see you through your panties, there's already a wet spot from where you'd ground into his thigh earlier. and he's not using that hole, but it's still sexy to see as you get yourself propped up on your hands and knees. He realizes that this is going to be harder than normal sex, that your body won't help him as much, but the thought of finally getting his dick wet in one of your holes- he's already about to cum.

Clark does have lube, because it came in a care package from a seminar his high school did on safe sex practices. You've used it once because you were trying to get off quick and you didn't have time to get yourself wet naturally, but he's glad for the rest of it now as you settle on your hands and knees.

you feel a little ridiculous, on the floor like this, but you even weirder when his hands spread your ass apart, territory you’ve never ventured into before. You have a sudden flash of anxiety because Clark goes still, but he’s only trying to figure out how best to go about this. He realizes something easy enough to figure out but something he’s never had to before: you’ll have to be stretched open before he can fit inside of you. His stillness comes from his hesitation; he doesn’t wanna fuck up the best offer you’ve ever given him. He wonders, lube on the hole, finger dry? Lube on the finger, hole dry? Lube on both? He’s never done this before either. He settles on lube on the finger and still he hesitates. What if he fucks up? What if he didn’t cut his nails short enough last night (thank god he cut them at all), what if he hurts something, what if it doesn’t feel good at all and you break up with him?

Meanwhile you’re face down, ass up on the floor, silently begging for him to just stick it in already. You’re starting to think maybe it’s just gross to him, maybe he only wants the one hole you can’t give him yet, maybe he’s watching you with disdain as you bare yourself for him.

Clark doesn't mean to startle you but it does break you out of your mental spiral when he finally touches you. The lube is cold and you jerk forwards away from the touch, but you settle back into place, apologizing with burning cheeks. Clark is just as out of his element, and he reaches out to secure your hips in place with the hand that isn't lubed. He didn't mean for it to be suave, but it steadies you, and you exhale shakily, pushing back into his hand to prompt more.

You are tight, but with the lube he's able to get his finger in relatively fast. all it takes is a little finesse, a steady, gentle, circular push against your hole that gives him some resistance but is ultimately willing to acquiesce. Even after he gets one finger in it's tight, but he uses a bit more lube and soon your hole gets used to his single digit. you're letting out little gasps and whines because it feels differently than anything else you've ever experienced, and you feel Clark's finger begin nudging at the tight walls of your hole before he's confident he can slip another finger inside. He's gentle, and he doesn't jab his finger side-to-side, but he plays with it, figuring out how much give he's got and letting out his own breathy sighs as he watches his finger slide in and out, glistening with lube. he's fingered you before and watched, but this is different, this is tighter and he feels you squeezing down on him with every pump of his finger. he gets embarrassingly hard in his jeans, practically squirming himself on the floor while he watches you swallow him up.

When he's deemed you loose and pliant enough to try for a second finger he keeps them pressed tightly together, hesitating when you squirm and cry out a bit in discomfort.

"You okay?" He glances around at you, trying to gauge whether you're in pain or if it's just different from your scrunched-up face.

"Yeah. I- It's weird," You admit sheepishly, "At first, but- just keep going, please? I want to- I want to do this with you."

He pushes two fingers in with a steady force and your nails catch the dust on his floorboards as they curl into the wood.

It's a slow process, because he's never done it before but he knows enough to know it'll really hurt if he fucks it up. He gets to three fingers before he tries his dick, which proves to be perfect, because his fingers are thick and he's continued in the pattern of gently and barely scissoring you open with each new finger added. It's hard because you're tense, but he's got his big warm had on your hip, rubbing gentle circles into it with the ounce of brainpower he has left while he watches your hole swallow his fingers up. He's murmuring, 'relax', But it's okay, looser is better than tighter, at least for your comfort levels. you're still plenty tight when he takes his hand away to fumble with his belt, smearing lube against the front of his jeans in his haste to get them off. The condom is no better, wasting precious moments that he could be inside of you with its foil wrapper, clinging to the rubber inside.

"Okay." He's breathless and oh-so-eager, "You ready? You still want to?"

You push backwards again, hole now open and inviting him in, "Please! Please, Clark," You've gotten past your momentary discomfort, or you're at least willing to take it for the chance to have Clark inside of you, "Please don't stop now. I want you to be inside of me, we just- it has to be like this."

He's already on his knees and lined up before you're done, and he grabs greedily at your hips, giddy now that he's gotten to free his raging hard-on from his jeans. He's loathe to separate his hand from your ass to guide himself in but it's so fucking good when he finally pushes in that he almost passes out. he's used to the suctioned but loose cavern of your mouth, or your fist that can open and close around him. This is the first time he's ever shoved his way in anywhere that doesn't open, and even though he'd stretched you a bit too wide you're still completely enveloping his dick, warm- almost hot and tight as he pushes in as far as he can.

He probably should have gone slower for the first thrust, because you cry out and rock forwards, your elbows nearly buckling, but he'd been a little too eager to sheathe himself fully inside of you. He gasps out and takes a second to just feel, noting that his hips are now flush against yours, and he can feel your warm skin, he can feel your warm body, he can feel your warm hole swallowing him up and keeping him stuck in place. It feels like a divorce to pull out, but he does it so that he can push in again, moving slow to make sure you don't get hurt. he knows it's gonna start out uncomfortable but you're still pushing back into him, and you're breathing slow and steady, trying to steady yourself through the initial difference in feeling so that you can enjoy it.

"Sorry." He grunts, feeling every single ounce of pressure against his cock as you squeeze him, trying so hard not to let himself collapse over you. He's strong enough to hold himself up but you're making him so weak, so frazzled and braindead that he just wants to collapse and take in the way he's buried in your ass forever. He makes the mistake of looking down as he pulls out and he nearly busts right then and there watching your hole perfectly conform to the width of his cock.

His breath is huffing over your back, and he finally sets a steady pace when you're feeling okay enough for it. As soon as he gets a rhythm going he knows he'll never stop, grunting and panting and groaning as he feels the most intense pleasure he's ever felt, better than his hand, better than your hand, better than your mouth. You're so tight and hot and you're already trembling, and he can't stop himself from leaning down to press his face into your back. his nose digs into the back of your neck and his mouth just sort of opens so that he can press his lips and tongue and skin to your flesh, mindless and needy and sticky as he ruts his hips desperately, roughly, greedily against your ass.

He's rocking into you like a man starved and you feel him hitting impossibly deep in a spot you've never had anything hit before. It's pleasurable, yes, but it's not enough, and if you could drag a hand to your cunt to play with yourself you would. but your arms are shaking and it's all you can do to stay on all fours, while clark pounds your ass. his dick is thick and strong and your cunt aches for it but you'll have to be satisfied with this. your mouth falls open at the feeling of being so full and then so empty, over and over and over again. it's like a vacuum, and you arch backwards into him with each pull-out, desperate to fill that empty space as if he's not going to force his way back in within a fraction of a second. It's an addictive rhythm, and you moan over and over and over again as he buries himself in your ass.

He's dragging you closer, pumping his hips harder, holding you tighter with every thrust and he finds himself embarrassingly fast to finish. he should be stronger than this, he should be able to contain himself for longer than a few minutes but the way your hole keeps that constant, tight pressure on him has him coming undone quicker than he'd like to admit. He's got a condom on so he can cum inside no sweat, but he hadn't even thought about it before it had happened, and he wonders if you'd have asked him to pull out had you had the time. he doesn't, and there's so much that it fills out any gaps between the condom and his dick. It's messy and gross and squelchy as he rides it out but he's so overwhelmed by the feeling of your hole that he can't do anything but keep going. all he can do is keep pumping his hips, grunting and groaning into your back as your hole milks his orgasm, and he has to consciously hold himself up instead of collapsing over your back. he's strong enough to stay upright but it just feels so good, like nothing he's ever had before. He knows he's cum before you, he knows you haven't cum at all, and that you're not likely to from just this. but he'll fix that in a minute, as soon as he gets over the mindblowing feeling of you clenching around him.

he pulls out and you whimper at the final loss of contact, still pressing back for more. He drags himself off of you and presses a sweet kiss to the curve of your ass, soothing the sting from where his hips had slammed into your skin over and over again. you're panting and you finally hit the floor, resting even though your body wants stimulation and now. Clark drags you into his lap, letting you sit against his chest while carefully avoiding his sensitive cock. Next time- god, he's already getting hard over next time, he'll bounce you on his lap. but for now he reaches for your cunt with his clean hand, finding it wet and begging for his fingers just like your ass was.

"Thank you," He murmurs, nosing at your temple as you lay in his lap, jolting and squirming as he slips two fingers inside your ready-and-waiting cunt, "Fuck, thank you, that was- that was so good."

"Clark!" You turn into his chest, holes screaming with sensation as he fingers you, finally giving you enough to get off on, "You- I- I want you inside again."

"Now?" He asks, breathless, his lips pinkened and puffy from his teeth gnawing at them. You nod and he lets you clamor onto his thighs, already lining himself up to fuck your hole again. When you sink down onto him it takes some bracing and effort, but he slips right back into the now familiar-rhythm of up and down, in and out, deliciously tight pressure, and he knows he'll never be fully content with his hand ever again.

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pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt12.5, pt13, pt14, pt15, pt16, pt17, pt18

A/N wait i actually love this one it was supposed to be filler but ig not. THERE IS TEXT BEFORE THE LAST FIVE PICS pls read:)

Pt.19 “Soft Launch"

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You are taken out of your somnolent state by a knock at the door. Then another, accompanied by even harder knocks which make your door shake. You let out a groan, turning your body over as you decide if you really wish to get up or not. Let them knock, you think. You have zero energy for anyone. But your mind goes back to the wall of texts you received from Toge and you feel bad for a moment. He just wants to help, you should be thankful for him. And you are, you stand up-choosing to take the blankets you were previously wrapped in with you. They drag on the floor behind you like a crappy veil. You open it to see him, he has a bag of snacks in one hand and flowers.

You noticeably ease up. No one has ever gotten you flowers before. "Hi Toge" Your voice is weak, he can tell you had been crying.

Toge steps inside, setting down the snacks and pushing the flowers into your chest-thankful he has his scarf to conceal his reddened cheeks. "Kelp kelp" He greets and you hug him, lingering for a while in his arms.

"Thank you so much" You speak in reference to the flowers, turning them around to inspect every single one. "They're so beautiful" You finally crack a smile.

It warms his heart; the sight of you all bundled up, hair sticking to your head and the side of your face, fresh face (although stained with tears) and the sweetest little smile only you can pull-one that makes his stomach do flips.

As you place the flowers into a vase (one that previously held fake ones) he takes a look around. Your room is messy, bed undone and all scrunched up. Evidence of you rotting away for the whole day. "Mustard leaf" He furrows his brows. I was worried for you

"I know....sorry. Just a rough day" You dismiss.

He pauses for a moment. You stand and watch as the wheels in his head turn, finally he brings a hand up to sign. 'She told me what happened'

She, as in Maki. 'What happened' being the fact that your mother wants nothing to do with you. Although you suppose you should not be so surprised at the revelation. It just stings.

'I'm sorry' He signs, hands remaining up as if he is contemplating if the next thing is worth saying. Ultimately, he decides it is. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

You sigh, suddenly feeling guilty that he had to figure it out all on his own. "I just.....felt embarrassed. Don't want you to see me so weak"

It is Toge's turn to sigh, as if he could ever perceive you as anything but the strong, charismatic, beautiful girl he fell for. It hurts to think that you doubt yourself. 'I would never think that'

"I know Toge...thank you" You sniffle before hugging him tighter than before, he makes you feel so safe. You suppose you are thanking him for that too. In his arms you remain for a while, comfortably soaking in each other's presence.

Until he pulls apart to ask if you'd like to go for a walk. You are hesitant at first, eyes darting over to the bed that is practically calling out to you. But it is the same sight of crinkled sheets that convinces you that you need to get out of your dorm. You sit on the bed as he puts a sweater on you, slapping your hand away when you try to zip it up. He'll do it, he insists. And then he puts a beanie on you, and a scarf and he's going for a pair of gloves when you finally stop him.

"Toge! It's not even that cold!"

He groans, clutching the gloves close to his chest in offense as he stares at you as if you just shitted on his entire being. 'IT'S WINDY' He signs rather aggressively.

You giggle and compromise that the beanie and scarf will stay, but the gloves are not necessary (although Toge tries to protest).

The two of you go for a walk, hand-in-hand. It is the first time you've held hands and Toge was the one who initiated it, reaching out for you the second the two of you stepped foot outside. He likes it like this, how the people passing by probably think you two are a couple because why wouldn't they? I mean you practically are, there's just a few more things which need to be figured out. But soon, you will be his girlfriend.

The only time he lets go of your hand is to reach into his pocket to pay for the Onigirazu the two of you stopped to get. He brings you to a lake not far from campus, one you've passed dozens of times by now but never paid much attention to. It feels peaceful as you sit beside him on a bench, looking out into the water as you eat quietly. It feels as if your mind has settled and you can finally think. Your heartbeat has steadily declined from the uncomfortable thumping that took up most of your day. Your hands no longer shake, bottom lip has ceased its quivering. You feel thankful to have someone like Toge in your life.

So thankful that you cannot stop yourself from placing a quick kiss on his cheek, one that makes his heart drop in excitement. Although he'd never show it, he only smiles beneath his scarf and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

You stay in the tranquility that is each other until finally, he is ready to ask you something he's been meaning to mention yet somehow always forgets. He taps your thigh, gaining your attention back from the water.

'Do you want to.......' He pauses, the weight of it sets in. Fuck. There's no going back now. 'Meet my mom?'

You gasp, bringing a hand up to your mouth. "You want me to meet mama Inumaki?!" You ask in shock. You know how much she means to him, she is all he has besides a brother whom he does not get to see often. He does not have any other family, seeing as the world of sorcery has collectively agreed that cursed speech users are to be no more. It's why his dad left without a word. He did nothing to try and protect his family.

But Inumaki has agreed to let the technique die with him. It is a responsibility not many can understand.

Toge nods, bringing your thoughts back to the question at hand. You grin, clasping your hands together in excitement. "You mean like on break? You want me to go home with you?"

He nods again, pulling up his scarf to hide his face because for some reason he feels so embarrassed. But you pull it down, so you can see all of him. "Oh Toge, of course! I'd love to meet the woman who made the sweetest boy that ever existed!"

You hug him tightly and he blushes again. "Wait! Have you even asked her yet?! I'd hate to be that girl who just invited herself-" Before you can continue and spiral-which he knows you will, he shushes you. A small ghost of laughter leaves his lips.

'It was her idea' He signs.

You squeal and hug him again, practically squeezing the life out of him. But he doesn't mind, as long as it is you. "Ohmygosh Toge I'm so excited!"

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sturniolo04 · 2 days ago

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Can u write a fic where Chris is streaming with reader and matt but reader is pregnant and nearly due so she is bouncing on her ball while Chris massages her shoulders and back as they hurt from her not sleeping good and chat is saying how good Chris is to reader and wishing y/n a safe birth. Hope this makes sense

Wife!reader x husband!chris

A/N: ofc, I’m so glad you reached out and wanted me to write this request for you! Thanks for the idea! I hope you enjoy it! If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll and @mintsturniolo

Being married to Chris and being pregnant with your guys first child has been nothing but an amazing journey. Aside from the back pain and your normal clothes not fitting and oh, let’s not forget the contractions you were currently experiencing. See you were due at any given moment and of course you were excited to meet your precious baby girl finally but boy was she a pain in the ass, literally.

“What’s up chat”

Matt greets as he looks at the screen to display the rolling chat of ‘hellos’ and ‘hi’s” and the occasional “why are you so fine” comments directed specifically towards Matt.

“We aren’t playing on Fortnite today chat we are just chatting’

Chris added on as he stood behind you massaging your shoulders as you bounced up and down on the blue yoga ball to relieve some of the contractions that were present and continuing to be persistent. Being this close to your due date you haven’t been able to sleep as well as you normally would since you got pregnant and Chris knew this.

“ Ayla the chat asks how is baby girl doing”

Matt directs towards you after reading the series of comments genuinely asking how you were doing with the pregnancy and everything.

“I don’t think she is in position to respond”

Chris states covering for you seeing you brought your hand to intertwine with his squeezing it letting him know a serious contraction was taking place.

“But she is doing great she is due any day now so we are just doing all that we can to make sure that both of them are healthy”

Chris replies looking up at the chat display on the monitor Matt was sitting at. He felt your hand ease up in tension. He quickly shifts his attention directly to you.

“Do you want me to go get your cup”

Chris whispers sweetly to you as you simply nod your head him leaving the room do just that after getting the approval from you.

“Ayla the chat is asking what is it like to get all this princess treatment”

Matt reads off chuckling looking towards you still sitting on your ball.

“I love it”

You giggle out.

“Hes the best guys honestly I don’t think I could or can make it through this without him”

You sigh out as he returns with your cup of water resulting in you taking it with open hands.

“Were you guys talking about me”

Chris jokes out not really knowing for sure as he looks at Matt and then over at you taking a sip of water.

“Yeah All good things babe all good things I promise”

You reply after taking a sip bringing your hand up to his toned bicep in the process showcasing your diamond wedding band on your ring finger.

“I hope so”

Chris states honestly bringing your hand up to his lips to place a sweet kiss to the inside of your palm, knowing you love when he does it.

“Oh my god the chat might as well be down bad for both of y’all at this point”

Matt jokes as he continues to read through the chat

“There’s no way”

Chris chuckles out as places a sweet kiss on your head and sits down next to Matt reading the chat reading off the various comments like ‘Chris is such a good husband’ and ‘Ayla is so lucky’ and even comments joking saying that they are Ayla at this point making them chuckle.

“Guys I literally love her that’s why I do everything I do for her when you love someone you would do anything for them”

Chris states simply as Matt continues reading the chat.

“Someone asked do you know the name yet or have y’all picked out one yet”

Matt asks you two simply as Chris quickly looks to you to see your answer first.

“Um maybe should we say it on here”

You ask looking at Chris for an answer

‘If you want to I think it is fine”

Chris shrugs as you take another sip of your water.

“Okay well baby girls name is Charlotte Nicole Sturniolo I wanted something basic but still cute so we agreed on it’

You hum out the answer as Chris nods his head in agreement.

“Yeah that’s baby girls name so she’s got a little bit of both of our names I feel like”

Chris trails off as you reach up to tap Chris on the arm with your Stanley cup, trying to get his attention.

“What’s up mama you done with it”

Chris asks simple as he directed his attention to you. You nod your head ‘yes’ as he take the cup from your hands and places it on the desk next to him.

“Okay I just read this and I actually want to know when do you think Ayla will pop genuinely”

Matt questions looking between the pair.

“I think honestly Friday would be cool babygirl coming into the world on a sturniolo Friday”

Chris chuckles shifting his attention towards you as well as Matt to see what your answer was

“What do you think”

Matt asks you laughing at his brothers predictions.

“Uhh how about today my water just broke”

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justmeinadaze · 17 hours ago

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November Rain (Part 5) (Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Older (Late 30s) Daddy Eddie/ Young (early 20s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Light Smut, Fluffy I love you smut, light dirty talk, etc.

ANGST *Poses for an angsty picture with an angst photographer who has been paid in angst* Mentions of cheating, Y/N get smacked (brief), Eddie takes care of her and makes her feel safe, Eddie finalizes his divorce (brief), Ava causes ALL the problems, cliffhanger ending.

Shit gets real!

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 3955

Series here/Donate to Me

“I know this is probably a dumb question but how is everything going?”

Eddie smiles as he reads your message while he waits for his ex-wife to come in so they can proceed with finalizing everything for their divorce.

“It’s going.”

“Guess who she brought for moral support.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I wish you could be here.”

“That sounds weird. I’m sorry.”

“Why would anyone wish someone they care about could come see a divorce proceeding?”

“Idiot, Munson.”

“Eddie! Lol. I know what you meant.”

“But I’m going to see you tonight and I promise to take care of you, Daddy ;).”

“Alright, guys thank you for your patience. We just wanted to run through everything here. Now we want to make it clear that Mr. Munson is asking for nothing thus will get nothing.”

“Yes, he knows words, Jerry. Nothing means nothing.”, Eddie’s lawyer sasses as he rolls his eyes. “Fortunately for your client, he’s gone against my advice when it comes to getting things that should be owed to him including documenting the infidelity.”

“What?”, Ava asked causing all eyes except Eddie’s to turn her way. “That’s an option?”

“Um, yes. Instead of filing for the divorce on grounds of infidelity, Mr. Munson chose ‘irreconcilable differences.’”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?”, his lawyer snapped.

“What? So he can seem like the fucking good guy?!” As Ava begins to yell, her lawyer hastily pats her arm hoping to shush her before she pushes herself into a corner.

“I didn’t want it on record. Again, that part of our marriage should be between me and you. No one else.”, Eddie hisses under his breath while continuing to glare at the table in front of him. “Honestly, at this point whatever gets this done faster I’m ok with. I don’t want money or the physical stuff. I just want to move on with my girlfriend and my boxing career and be happy.”

His ex’s eyes scanned him over at the word “girlfriend” and remained on him till the papers were ready to be signed. The metalhead couldn’t scribble his name down fast enough but as soon as he did, he gathered his things and hastily exited the room.

***

“Ok, sweetheart, smile.”, Eddie’s uncle beamed as he took a photo of Paige in her graduation gown holding her diploma with his hand-held camera.

“I don’t know if you know this, old man, but phones can do that now.”, his nephew teases making you and your friend giggle as Wayne narrows his eyes his way.

It had been a few weeks since Eddie’s divorce and he had just fairly recently started getting back to his old self. You spent as much time as you could at his apartment comforting him and listening to him break down as he vented.

“I’m sorry, baby. Fuck! Why do I feel this way?”, he growled at himself.

“It’s ok, honey. It makes sense. I mean, you had a whole life and family with this woman. You loved her once and she hurt you.”

Tugging you into his arms, he held you to his chest.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Said the man who used a flip phone till like 2017.”, Paige joked.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”, Eddie threw back before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”

You softly smiled as he kissed her forehead, praying that nothing would ruin this moment for either of them.

The three of you weren’t that lucky.

“Oh my God, sweetie, I’m so proud of you.”, Ava cried as she came forward to pry her daughter out of the metalhead’s arms to hug her tightly.

Eddie and her boyfriend locked eyes before the long-haired man nodded silently signaling that he didn’t want any trouble today and the other man seemingly agreed, nodding back.

“Can you believe it, Edward? Or daughter is a college graduate…again!”

“Nope. Can’t believe it at all.” As he forced a smile, Wayne patted his back comfortingly. “So, uh, we’re taking her to lunch and then I’ll have her back to you for dinner—”

“Oh…why don’t we all have lunch? I thought that was the plan anyway.”

“I, uh…” Your boyfriend’s protective eyes flick to his daughter before shifting your way and back to his ex. “I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Why not? We can all get along for one day I think, right, Paige?”

When your friend looked at you, you flashed her a soft smile as you took her hand.

“It’s up to you, sweetheart.”, you whispered.

“O-Ok, I guess that’s fine.”

***

Nothing about this lunch was fine.

While Wayne tried to start casual conversation, the tension between Ava and Eddie was palpable to say the least.

“So, what are your plans now, Paige? Got a job lined up?”, he asked as she took a sip from the glass in front of her.

“Um, yeah, kind of. There’s this museum downtown that wants to hire me to review and authenticate art. I’ve also been saving for a studio so I hope I can get that soon.”

“How much more do you need?”

“The down payment is $2500 and I’m about halfway there.”

“I have that if you need it, baby.”, Eddie offers making his daughter smile as she politely shakes her head.

“Thank you but I want to do this myself.”

“I can understand that.”

“I’ll bet he does.”, her mom sassed under her breath causing her ex to shift his gaze her way. “Always did things all by your lonesome without consulting or worrying about me or your family.”

“Ava…”

Your hand on his thigh gave him pause as he heavily exhaled and leaned back in his seat.

“I’m, um, I’m going to run to the bathroom. Y/N, will you…?”

“Yeah, of course.”

As soon as the both of you are out of sight, his ex-wife tilts towards him and points her finger in his face.

“Why are you always trying to be the hero?”

“I’m her father.”

“Oh, like that really fucking matters to you.”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Ava. Our daughter just graduated college; can’t we fucking celebrate that? This is about her not us.”

“No.”, she hisses. “This is about you. Everything was always about you!”

“I’m not doing this.”, he repeated sternly.

“Oh, you aren’t? You think your father of the year? You put everything over me and that little girl. First it was music, then it was boxing and now it’s your girlfriend.”

Eddie glared her way as his face scrunched in anger.

“My girlfriend is none of your fucking business, Ava. I fought for years to make you happy but you always chose this fucker even when you gave me that fucking ultimatum. I’m finally with someone I don’t have to convince to treat me like a fucking person and who doesn’t fucking cheat on me.”

“You cheated on dad?”, Paige asked startling everyone at the table especially her father. “When? With him?”, she inquires as she points to her mother’s boyfriend. “You said you met him after dad left…that Dom helped you heal!”

“He did, honey.”, she tries to sooth, rising to her feet.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s, completely unsure of what to do but he seems equally lost as he also stands and allows things to play out.

“When did you meet him? Before or after dad left?”

“Paige—”

“Answer me!”

At her outburst, people in the restaurant turned to look towards them.

“Maybe we should head home to talk about this.”, Wayne interjects trying his best to be diplomatic.

“Answer me, mom.”

“Did I meet Dom before Edward left for good, yes, but he was gone way before that. I was on my own most of the time and—”

“Don’t lie to her. The first time I caught you, I told you if you left him I would do everything in my power to work on us and even stopped boxing for a while but you kept seeing him so I left.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?”

“You had such a close relationship with your mom…I didn’t want to ruin that. Plus, like I tell you both, what happens between your mom and I should be between us. I never wanted you to get involved.”, Eddie answered honestly.

“Oh please! I’m the bad parent here because I talked to my kid!?”

“Good wording, Ava. Ignoring the fact that you fucking lied!”

“You’re a liar to, Edward Munson!”, she spat as he looked at her with confusion. “Come on…it’s obvious your fucking Y/N.” Everyone at the table became silent as your eyes widen. “The way he looks at her, pulls out her chair, and smiles at her fucking compliments. He used to be that way with me in the beginning…”

Paige’s mouth drops in shock as she tries to understand the information coming at her.

“No…No. Dad’s polite…he’s always been that way…Right?”, she asks as her gaze shifts towards him. “Right?”

Eddie comes around the table to hastily grab her palms.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. We met before either of us knew you were her roommate.”

Silently, her bottom lip shakes as she yanks her hands from his grasp and power walks out the front door, ignoring the sound of your heels following after.

“Paige, wait, please. Let me explain.”

At the sound of your voice, she stops dead in her tracks and turns to smack you hard.

“After everything I’ve done for you, this is the thanks I get! God, you must think I’m really stupid, huh!? Us sitting there talking about your ‘boxer guy’ and me not knowing that you’re a fucking whore!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellows as he comes up from behind you to face her. “I know you’re upset and you have every right to be, Paige Elizabeth Munson but that’s the woman I love so you will treat her with respect.”

“Respect?”, she cackled. “You didn’t show me respect when you decided to fuck one of my friends! Glad to know both my parents are despicable human beings!”, she growled as her mom finally came out as well before bobbing her head around her father to point your way. “You have 30 days to get your shit out of my apartment. Consider this your eviction notice.”

With that she turned and climbed in her car before speeding down the road.

“We need to follow her.”

“Do we, Ava?!”, the metalhead screamed making you jump. “What are we going to say?! Because obviously you wanted to start a fucking a fight! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This was her graduation!”

“So it was ok for her to find out about my indiscretion today?!”

“SHE DIDN’T NEED ANY OF THIS TODAY! This why I wanted to take her to lunch privately!!”

“Ok, let’s calm—”

“Don’t you fucking speak or I swear to God.”, Eddie threatened Dom, stepping forward to intimidate him until his uncle quickly slid between them.

“No. Paige is most important and both of you are her parents. Ava and Eddie, go find her. Dominick, son, I highly recommend you go home. This is between Paige and them. I’ll take Y/N back to my hotel and look after her till you’re done.”

As if he just remembered you were there, the boxer swung around and abruptly pulled you to his chest.

“Are you ok?”

“No…go find your daughter, Eddie.” Cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs dried your tears that had begun to fall. “Go, Eddie. Now. GO!”, you shout he when hesitates to let you go as you shove his chest.

“I got her, Ed. She’s safe with me.”, his uncle insisted as he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders.

The man’s eyes didn’t leave yours till he reached his motorcycle, hastily jumping onto it, and riding away in the direction Paige left in.

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You listened to Wayne move about his hotel room as you tried to control the tears that were endlessly flowing.

“Alright, honey, this is going to be cold.” You wince as he places a cold beer from his minibar against the growing bruise on your face. “I’m sorry. There’s no first aid here but the alcohol in that box there costs enough that it damn well should heal all wounds.”, he chuckles, smiling to himself when you breathily do the same.

Again, he moves about and after a moment pushes what looks like an album into your field of view.

“I bring that with me when I travel…mostly to embarrass Eddie.”

Slowly, you open the cover, smirking when you see a younger Wayne holding what you assume to be his baby nephew.

“Yeah, I think that was the one and only time he was ever not talking.”, he teases as you flip the page. “That’s his mom and dad there; Elizabeth and Allen. She loved that kid more than anything.”

When your eyes met his, he heard the silent question reflect within them.

“I think…my brother loved himself more than he ever loved them…which is why it kills my nephew that Ava makes those digs at him about him being selfish.”

Your head hung as you kept looking through pictures, softly smiling at the images of Eddie laughing with his mother or making funny faces at his uncle while he was doing something outside of the trailer. When you got to his high school photos, you fingers traced his face that seemed bright and hopeful.

Him playing his guitar or D&D with his friends had a grin stretching wide but they didn’t compare to the one he wore when he was holding his newborn daughter.

“When he found out Ava was pregnant, he was terrified but that first time he held her he told me it was like all his worries faded away and he knew he would do anything for that baby.”

With every photo, Paige got older but Eddie’s smile and the unconditional love in his eyes never faltered.

“I keep this one in the back for obvious reasons but…” Tilting over you, he flips through the pages and pulls out a couple of images you immediately recognize as a young Eddie and Ava. He looked as handsome as ever in what you assume was a wedding photo with him in a tux and her in a white dress vaguely hiding her little baby bump. “Everyone kept calling it a ‘shot gun wedding’ but my nephew shut them down quick. ‘No, I love her. That’s my girl.’ He never wanted her to feel like they were getting married because they ‘had to’.”

A couple more pictures were behind it with Eddie kissing her cheek and Ava gently smiling at the action while another had him hugging her but she seemed to be pushing him away even while donning a small grin.

“These past few months, he’s talked about a new girl he met but he never said your name. He just said it was complicated. Y/N, you should hear the way he talks about you…I’ve never once heard him sound that way about her. He seems so much happier since he met you… After everything that boy has been through, he deserves you.”

You started to sob and Wayne pulled you to his side as he tried to comfort you.

A knock on his door had him promptly standing to answer it and as soon as Eddie saw your face from the doorway, he flew past his uncle to sit beside you, tugging you into his chest as he pet your head.

“What happened with Paige?”, Wayne asked as he leaned against the dresser across from you both.

“I, uh, we couldn’t find her but I called her boyfriend who said he’d keep an eye out for her so I think she’s with him. If she really wasn’t there he would have said he was going to go look for her to. He’s a good kid like that…”, he answered.

“Do you want me to stay, Ed?”

The man holding you sighs as he shakes his head.

“Naw, you don’t have to. I’m sorry for today—”

“No reason to be sorry, son. I’m used to being the referee.”, he laughs as his eyes scan you both over. “You should take her home so you two can rest and talk.”

After hugging his uncle, Eddie clings to your hand as he guides you to his motorcycle and puts on your helmet for you. As he straddles his bike and starts the engine, your arms wrap around him tightly causing his head to turn slightly when he hears your sniffles.

The entire ride to his apartment, he kept one hand on the bike handle and the other on your leg or the back of your palm around his waist. At every stop light, your hands would press against his chest as you squeezed him a bit harder like a little girl does with a teddy bear when she’s scared.

You were dropping and he could feel that energy radiating from you.

You were terrified you were about to be in the same situation you had been when you and your ex broke up; a place you never wanted to be again.

You just wanted to feel safe.

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As soon as you both entered his apartment, Eddie allowed his protective mode to fully kick in as he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and took hold of your hand to lead you to the bathtub.

Your eyes remained downcast as you listened to him turn on the water and throw in all the smells he knew you loved. Placing himself on the edge, he gently pulled you between his legs and carefully removed your dress along with your undergarments, tossing them to the side.

A tear rolled down your cheek and he caught it with his thumb as he caressed your face.

Once the bath was ready, he guided you in before suddenly disappearing. Your sad irises searched for him but he came back fairly quickly, flashing you a hair tie and taking off his slacks so he could sit behind you.

You hummed lightly as his fingers gently massaged your head, threading through your hair gradually as he took his time pulling it out of your face.

Eddie’s heart broke as he listened to you try to contain your tears, sliding down into the warm water to softly kiss your skin while holding you in his embrace.

“Oh, Eddie, your shirt and your—”

His index finger on your lips silenced as he shook his head.

“I don’t care.”, he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All I care about right now is you.”

“Should you?”, you whisper as your vision clouds once again. “I know how much you care about your daughter. You lost so much time w-with her because of Ava… I don’t want to be the reason you lose her again.”

“Y/N, I gave up music to become a husband and father. I gave up boxing to work in a grungy mechanic shop to take care of my family. I gave up my reputation so my daughter could have a relationship with her mother. My dad and my ex-wife both gave up on me… I even gave up on myself for a while there…but then I met you.”

His calloused fingers firmly grip your cheeks, craning your neck so your eyes could meet his.

“I will NOT give up on you.”

Water splashes out of the tub as you turn around to straddle him as you cling your arms around his neck and push your face into him as you sob.

“Everything’s ok, baby. I got you.”

When your bath became too cold, the metalhead rose to his feet to grab a towel and dry you off before doing the same with himself. As he began to walk towards his closet to get you a shirt to wear, you pulled on his wrist and shook your head.

Tossing a smirk your way, he walked you to his bed where you both crawled naked under the covers laying on your sides facing each other.

“You said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

His brown eyes search yours for a moment before silently nodding.

“I figured it was kind of obvious but I’ve been in love with you since I saw you from the ring.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I have said it a few times but you were asleep.”

Scooting closer to him, you place your arm over his hip and run your fingers down his back while in return he does the same with you.

“I love you, Eddie.”

As he places his forehead against yours, a heavy sigh escapes his chest as his eyes close.

“Say it again, please.”, he whispers.

Your lips hover near his and he whines slightly at the pleasurable feeling of your warm breath.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

The man practically growled as his mouth crashed to yours.

“I love you to, Y/N… so fucking much…you’re safe with me, baby, I promise.”

As his kisses became more passionate, you felt the needy energy between the two of you grow.

“Make love to me, Daddy…please.”

At your plea, he firmly pushed you onto your back, sliding one of his arms behind your head and pulling you closer to his chest. After lifting the leg that was closest to him over his hip, you whimpered at the sound of him licking his palm before stroking his spit along his shaft and gradually entering your core.

While one of your arms circled around his neck, the other held his hand as he began slowly thrusting his cock deeper inside you inch by delicious inch.

“Oh my God…”

“I got you, sweetheart. You’re my girl and I’m—fuck—I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

Eddie continued to whisper in your ear as his pace steadily hastened and your eyes rolled shut as you absorbed every word.

“I love you, baby girl. I’m gonna buy you a nice house where Daddy c-can have you in every room. I’m…I’m gonna work hard so I can buy my girl anything she wants. I’m gonna take you on dates and show you off because you—mmph—you deserve to be seen.”

“E-Eddie…”

Your whine drives him crazy, licking the tips of his fingers and pressing them perfectly against your clit causing you to moan louder. The man’s nose grazes your cheek as he pants and you can’t help but keen into the beautiful sound.

“S-Say it again, Y/N.”

“I love you, baby. Fuck, M’gonna cum.”

“Daddy’s got you, honey. It’s ok, let go.”

Your body trembles as you moan his title, his fingers continuing to play with your clit as you come undone.

“That’s my good girl. My perfect girl.”

His large palm cups your breast as he chases his high and your lips connect to his as your tongues dance together.

Pulling away slightly, his nose scrunches as he grunts and you feel his release paint your walls.

“Are you ok?”

You nod, wincing slightly as he pulls his softening cock out of your pussy and you roll onto your side again to face him. Placing his hand on your back, he pulls you close once more and you can’t help but giggle as he places gentle kisses on your forehead down to your nose.

“Y/N?”, Eddie whispers, his eyes still closed as he tenderly keeps caressing your skin, smirking cheekily when you respond with a sleepy hm.

“Will you marry me?”

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fancyfeathers · 3 days ago

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Hi, im the anon who brought up a song by garbage. I was listening to Chicago, like any theater kid does, and I can’t do it alone came on. It reminded me of Ring leader! Villain! Dick, in a way that he would talk about his parents routine and showing reader each move in hopes that they can do it together. (If 🪱 anon isn’t taken, may I be that anon.)

have a nice rest of your night or day

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

Oh my god I love this idea, especially because as his darling’s day job I picture her as a ballerina/performer because of the parallels between them.

Like I can just imagine she is staying after rehearsal to use the stage to break in a new pair of pointe shoes, she was given the keys to lock up so she is the last one in the theater and she is all cozy in her sweatpants and hoodie over her leotard and has her headphones on, the noise canceling kind since she is alone, or so she thinks. She already called Bruce to let her know that she will be home late because she is locking up.

She pauses when she gets a call, the ringing intercepting her music is what gets her attention. So she huffs and goes back to her bag on the sight side of the stage where her phone is, it’s Bruce. When she answers she is slight annoyed until she actually hears the concern in her adoptive father’s voice…

“You need to get home know.”

“I already said I would be home late-“

“There was a break out from Arkham, the security systems were out.”

She was about to respond but there was a beeping from her end of the line, she looks down at her phone, no signal, but this was the center of Gotham, the phone line had to have been cut. She immediately starts grabbing her things, not even bothering to change out of her pointe shoes, normally she would not care about a break out, well it was nothing they could not handle, but their newest high security patient was in there because of her…

Or was in there…

She immediately feels a presence in the room in the room with her and she has the mind to just get out of there while she still can, or rather could…

“Look up, Sweet Pea.”

She nearly screams when she looks up and sees Dick hanging from the scaffolding that the stage lights hang from. He is smiling down at her like nothing is wrong, but the last time she saw him was when the GCPD finally found her and she was crying in Commissioner Gordon’s arms while he got cuffed by Detective Montoya, she looked just as horrified and now she did not have any of her gear to defend herself.

He jumps down, right in front of her and she looks horrified and shocked at the same time…

“Hey you don’t have to be so surprised, I did tell you I was an acrobat.”

“Get away from me.”

“Hey don’t be like that baby, we aren’t too different after all.”

“You kill people, Grayson. I keep this city safe from people exactly like you, but go on, how are we similar? Besides the dead parents part that is.”

Before she could even react, he grabs her leg and forces it up, pressing it up against her chest because of how flexible she is, pointing straight up in the air and it burns after hours after rehearsals. The way he looks at her makes her feel sick, it is as if he almost loves her, well he did say he loves her when he kidnapped her for over a month.

“Well we are both flexible…”

The only reason why he is able to mess with her in the moment is because she is tired and sore… and also the fact that she knows this was most certainly planned so at the very least she was locked in here with him, she could run and hide somewhere in the theater, she knows the building better than he does, or at least she thinks she does, and Batman would be here soon enough…

He starts dancing with her across the stage, her feet already hurt enough from her rehearsal on top of her breaking in her new pointe shoes…

Her feet stumble along as he dances with her, one of his hands squeezing onto her hand and the other unmoving from her waist. He hums a tune as he dances with her, she knows it well, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, it’s the tune that everyone knows even if they do not know ballet.

“You know my parents used to have this act together…”

“That’s nice, I am not an acrobat though.”

“Well you do have the build have the build of one.”

She does not like it when he moves the hand on her waist down to squeeze at her thigh, that is when she snaps and tries to kick at him, but instead he manages to grab that leg as well and force it over his shoulder along with the other leg.

“Here… let me show you the steps…”

It goes on and on, her trying to fight against him and him just moving her and contorting her body into several different poses and positions, each one hurting more than the last, and then when she finally tries pushing him back on last time, she gets him to let go but it is her falls and falls hard and there is an audible crack as she falls to the ground and sees her ankle is a position it should not be in, all red and starting to swell

“Oh no… that looks like it must have been painful… oh come here, don’t cry… a broken bone or two are bound to come at some point.”

#yandere dc headcanon #yandere dc x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere dick grayson #yandere dick grayson x reader

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odileeclipse · 11 hours ago

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I feel like hollyberry is the mom of the group and if y/n is part of their group and is weak...like just an ordinary cookie who joined them...she'd mother them so much lmao! She has that energy!

You had barely managed to escape becoming a cake hound’s midday snack when she appeared. HollyBerry cookie, in all her might had bodied the cake count with one swing of her shield. You would say that was more terrifying than the cake hound itself, but she had decided you were hers now. "Look at you! Fragile as a sugar petal!" she bellowed, giving you a hearty slap on the back that nearly sent you face-first into the dirt. "No way I’m letting you wander around like this! You need strength, food, and a proper family! And lucky you, you just found one!" Before you could even protest, she had hoisted you onto her shoulder like a sack of flour and was marching forward with the enthusiasm of a general leading an army. That’s when the others arrived. Pure Vanilla Cookie was the first to step forward, looking utterly bewildered. "Hollyberry… who is this?" "A new friend!" she announced proudly. "Found them running from a cake hound! Poor thing doesn’t have a lick of battle in them." You wanted to get a word out but were cut off by Pure Vanilla’s kindness. Pure Vanilla’s concern instantly turned into sympathy. "Oh, you poor dear… Are you hurt?" His serene face was full of warmth as he reached up, carefully fixing your slightly askew hat. "Don’t worry, you’re safe now." "Safe?" Dark Cacao Cookie’s deep voice cut in, his sharp gaze sweeping over you. "They are weak. They would not last a day in our company." You stiffened. Ouch. Hollyberry shot him a glare. "And that’s why I’m keeping them! We’ll toughen them up!" Golden Cheese Cookie scoffed. . "Oh, please! Look at them—frail, small, utterly ordinary! If we bring them along, they’ll just slow us down!" "Then we train them," Hollyberry countered. "Besides, look at this little face!" She held you up like a prized trophy. "Tell me this isn’t the face of a future warrior!" You gave a very unconvincing, awkward smile. Golden Cheese squinted at you. "…Hmph. I suppose they have a certain charm." Dark Cacao crossed his arms. "A burden." "A friend," Pure Vanilla corrected, already using healing magic on the minor scratches you had from running. "And if they need guidance, we will provide it." White Lily Cookie, who had been quiet this whole time, finally stepped forward. She crouched slightly to meet your gaze, her dark fuchsia eyes studying you with interest. "You must be quite clever to have escaped a cake hound for as long as you did," she mused. "Do you wish to stay with us?"

…Did you have a choice? Hollyberry was still holding you. You nodded hesitantly. "I-I mean… if it’s not too much trouble…" "No trouble at all!" Hollyberry declared, setting you down—only to immediately pull you into a rib-crushing side hug. "Welcome to the family!" Pure Vanilla smiled warmly. "I’ll make sure they’re well cared for." White Lily nodded. "And I can teach them a thing or two about survival." Golden Cheese tossed her hair. "I suppose I could help them get some speed in those legs. Can’t be running like a lost chick forever!" Dark Cacao sighed. "If they must stay, they will learn discipline. I will see to that." You gulped. That sounded… intense. Hollyberry just laughed, giving you another hearty pat on the back. "See? You’re in good hands! Now, first order of business, FOOD! You need to eat! I’m sure running away from that cake hound has you beat!"

I really feel that she would have taken you in whether you had said yes or no LOL

#cr kingdom #crk #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #cookie run #cookierun kingdom #pure vanilla x reader #hollyberry cookie #hollyberry crk #hollyberry kingdom #white lily crk #dark cacao cookie #dark cacao crk #dark cacao kingdom #golden cheese cookie #golden cheese crk

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slavicdolls4mangione · 2 days ago

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hi can you write a HC of lulu comforting reader while she has a panic attack where he holds her from behind and tells her to breathe with him, then they cuddle in bed and he's playing with her .... thank youuuu

hi sweets! here you go! (i didn’t know if you wanted it to turn smutty so i kinda made it suggestive at the end, hope you don’t mind!)

lu comforting you during a panic attack hc 💌:

TW: panic attacks, anxiety

- the panic attack would take over you out of nowhere, you were just chilling in bed, tired from work, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home when you suddenly start feeling your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing comes out uneven, labored and the room begins to spin

- you try your hardest to calm yourself down, but your thoughts are a tangled mess and you can’t for the life of you think straight

-as it progressively gets worse, you can only pray luigi will be home any minute as he knows how to calm you down

- lu would come back to your shared apartment after work expecting you in the living room, waiting for him like you always do so you could brief each other on your respective days

- but when he walks in, you’re nowhere to be found, not in the living room, not in the kitchen; he assumes you’re either in the bedroom or bathroom and after putting his bag and jacket away, he goes into the direction of your shared room

- as he gets closer to the door, he faintly hears what sounds like rapid heaving and he storms into the bedroom, eyes filled with concern

- and that’s how he finds you, on your knees at the end of the bed, gripping at your shirt as your breathing comes out labored

- he’d immediately sink down next to you, his voice calming and soothing as he takes your hands in his “hey, hey it’s okay bella,” brushing his thumbs over the back of your hands in slow, rhythmic motions. “you’re safe, i’m right here with you.”

- you would try to focus on his voice but the panic makes everything feel distant; sensing and seeing your struggle, lu would get closer to you and put one hand on your back, softly rubbing to bring you back to him “breathe with me angel, you’re okay”

- he’d breathe in, then out, slowly, coaching you to follow his lead, waiting patiently as you try to match his rhythm

- your breathing, once shaky, would slowly start getting calmer, more grounded

-lu would be so patient, reassuring and loving, praising you telling you “you’re doing so good for me baby, that’s it, in… out”

- as your breathing finally slows down after what feels like eternity to you, he’d pull you up with him and lay down in bed, with you laying on top of him

- he’d kiss your temples, your cheeks, your lips, down your neck, telling you how proud he is of you for getting through it, how strong you are, how you’re his best girl

- he can tell the panic attack left you feeling exhausted but you’re looking at him with big shiny bambi eyes and he knows exactly what you need in that moment

- you need to feel as close to him as physically possible so you guys would end up cockwarming, him holding you close to him while you drift in and out of sleep, with lu mumbling soft praises in your ear, playing with your hair, hoping you’ll feel better soon <3

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione imagine #luigi thoughts #luigi mangione prompts

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anyacad0 · 22 hours ago

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Tribios trailer analysis

first: doesn't the land to the left look like the neck of a dragon? I'm guessing this is our first look at Georios' body, as well as near-confirmation of their connection to the Permanence.

the words here aren't entirely clear, but they seem to be foretelling Tribios' death, rather alarmingly, and then her final end will be in warm gold.

when mem's book said there used to be more Tribios, I assumed it meant 8 like Vill-V, but no, there's a thousand of them. Or at least there were. Now there are only three. That means hundreds of Tribios' fragments have already died off. It's no wonder she can't remember how exactly she claimed the coreflame when so much of her is just gone.

"you shall shatter into a thousand fragments

and wither in the soil of foreign lands"

and then there's the bit with all the Chrysos heirs. I'll list Tribios' evaluation of each, their probable HI3 counterpart, coreflame, as well as how they're described in the trailer description.

Castorice (Aponia, Death)- Like you, some will be trapped in the past. Described as "a butterfly perched on a branch".

Unkown (Hua, Time)- some will bury time itself. By process of elimination, she must either be the 'after echo of a wave" or "chess piece biding its time". I'm leaning towards the former because Oronyx's coreflame is yet to be retrieved, so Phagousa's heir is probably the better candidate for the one biding their time.

(at this point in the trailer, there's a shot of a dragon's eye. No dialogue accompanies it, nor is it mentioned in the trailer description, but this is likely meant to represent the Kosma expy heir to the Earth coreflame who's shown wearing a draconic gauntlet in the golden epic trailer.)

Cipher (Pardofelis, Trickery)- some will discard their humanity. Described as "a gold coin with different faces on each side." Given that the Nameless Faces MV shows her in some kind of burning village, I think it's safe to say she certainly does have another face beside the implied laziness.

Unknown (Mobius?, Ocean?)- some will discard their humanity. I think she is the "chess piece biding its time", based on the fact that Phagousa's coreflame has already been claimed. Could also be "tha after echo of a wave" because, you know, the ocean. She also plays the violin, and Phagousa is seen as a god of revelry.

Aglaea (Eden, Romance)- some will discard their humanity. Describes as "the hem of a skirt not yet sewn", perhaps referencing her role as the "backbone" of the Chrysos heirs and humanity.

Hyacine (Sakura, Sky)- some will forfeit their life. I think she is the "gentle warm ray of light" since she will probably restore the day/night cycle and seems to be a kind person based on what we know from the golden epic trailer.

Anaxagoras (Su, Reason)- some will forfeit their life. Described as "a paradoxical retort", so maybe he won't actually die? fingers crossed.

Phainon (Kevin, Deliverance)- some will become utterly alone. Described as "an unnamed sword."

Mydeimos (Kalpas, Strife)- some will lose everything. Described as "a migrating lion".

"Light Calendar 3760, Month of Evernight

Tribios,

the Holy Maiden of Janusopolis, became the first to bear the Coreflame,

seeking to quell the chaos that plagued the world."

So at this point, the only Chrysos heir totally unmentioned has the following combination: Griseo and Law/Ocean. If we go back to the Golden Epic trailer, we can now see that the missing Chrysos heir is the twelfth and final one, the one Aglaea's narration suggests might be from beyond the sky, and that the visuals suggest is a member of the Astral Express. Basically, it's almost certainly March 7th. So perhaps Dan Heng's power of friendship attempt would have failed if they hadn't been using March's camera? Maybe it's because March possesses the coreflame that the camera was able to tip the scales? Heck, what if the coreflame is in the camera?

#guys I made a whole ass spreadsheet for this #help #hsr #honkai star rail #amphoreus #chrysos heirs #flame chasers #hsr lore #also huge thanks to the people over at the StarDB discord for doing most of the translation before I was even awake

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viioggvl · 2 days ago

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Wally West-League of Shadows

Wally West life story except his mother was also in League of Shadows but no one knows that or suspects it because she’s a quiet and frail lady who puts up with Rudy.

But the only reason she puts up with Rudy is to make sure her son is safe (safe as he can be, I guess..) from her husband. And After Barry and Iris take in Wally (at 10 yo) she leaves Rudy to go back to the League to continue her training or duties or whatever.

So one day (as the Flash) Wally is fighting with the Bat-Family (it was supposed to be a hangout with JUST Dick but he got roped in) against the League when Talia recognizes Wally (Mary took him to the League when he was super young to introduce him to Talia, but a lot of his childhood is suppressed. Thanks Rudy!!) and they have a moment that reminds me of the song “Once Upon A Dream” by Lana Del Ray and everyone is totally confused.

Especially Wally because Talia leaves with no explanation and he’s too confused to even go after her, because what do you mean you “recognize me from when I was a baby”?? I literally have no idea who you are other than the brief understanding Dick gave me??

So Dick goes behind Bruce’s back to help Wally find the answers to his suppressed memories , even bringing along the rest of the Fab Five (optional, they could be in the sequel or just be mentioned). But along the way of their adventure there’s conflict and next thing you know Wally is in the League with his mother, trying to convince himself he’s always wanted a relationship with his far-too-quiet-and-self-absorbed mother.

Dick tries to pull Wally away from the League, but when that doesn’t work he begs Bruce, Damian, and even Jason to talk to Talia to get Wally out of there because he just doesn’t belong! They agree for Dick’s sake, and Talia and Wally finally have a conversation. Talia answers everything for Wally until he finally has a grasp on his early childhood and agrees to leave because Talia is right, his mother is not his mother and never really was. He has his mom, Aunt Iris, and his dad, Uncle Barry, who are more than enough.

And as he returns to makeup with Dick, he gets a letter from Talia, saying how much she was proud of Wally’s short but well-done training, and that she would love to secretly continue. Wally agrees because there’s still a small part of him who wants to be connected to his biological mother’s past.

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velvrei · 2 days ago

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Can I request something fluffy about Mr. Miyagi’s grand niece (or granddaughter) taking Miguel (they’re dating) to visit his grave for the first time and it’s all soft and sweet?

yes of course i teared up a little

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you take miguel’s hand as you walk through the quiet cemetery, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the headstones. he squeezes your fingers gently, sensing the weight of the moment. this isn’t just any visit—it’s the first time you’re bringing him to meet your grandfather.

mr. miyagi was more than just family. he was your teacher, your protector, the person who made the world feel steady even when everything else felt like it was falling apart. you’d grown up on his lessons, the wisdom in his quiet words shaping who you are. and now, you were introducing him to the one person who made you feel that same kind of safe.

you stop in front of the grave, kneeling to brush away a few fallen leaves. miguel follows, watching you with quiet respect as you place a small bouquet of white orchids by the headstone.

“hi, grandpa,” you say softly. “i, um… i brought someone to meet you.”

miguel sits beside you, pressing his palms together in a small bow before looking at the grave.

“it’s really nice to finally meet you, sir,” he says. “i’ve heard so much about you. honestly, i feel like i already know you.”

you let out a small, breathy laugh. “you would’ve liked him,” you tell your grandfather. “he’s kind. and strong. and he always tries to do what’s right.”

miguel ducks his head, his ears tinged pink, but he doesn’t argue. instead, he reaches out and laces his fingers with yours.

“i just wanted to say thank you,” miguel continues after a moment. “for everything you taught her. because she… she teaches me, too. she’s helped me through so much, and i know that’s because of you.”

your chest tightens, emotion thick in your throat. miguel always has a way of knowing exactly what to say, of making even the heaviest moments feel lighter.

you sit there for a while, letting the quiet settle around you. miguel doesn’t rush you. he just stays close, his thumb brushing slow circles over the back of your hand.

when you finally stand, you take one last look at the headstone, a small smile forming despite the ache in your heart.

mr. miyagi always said that the people we love never really leave us. and standing here, with miguel’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, you know that’s true.

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Since this has become a comfort series, I like to imagine when I had a really bad day, I am formerly Maestro's thrall. Now obtained by Lily, Lex, and Fitz.

They all live in one gigantic manner with their own spaces, and when I'm feeling restless, I can go run to one of them. 😭💤

Maestro is a fearful shadow of the past. Gone. And it can never hurt me again. <he represents all the bad day's events>

So I get to play with Fitz, assisting him in listening to his magic act.

Cuddle with Lex. #naptime

And then be primarily owned by Lily. Very loyal to Lily. All of them, yes, but this Lily chapter has me on a Lily craze.

So now I'm obsessed with her, and it's only been a few hours. And the daydream has been affected in a very positive way. ✨️

I liked this outlined scenario so I thought I'd write a little self-insert about it, hope you don't mind!

tw: mind control, abuse, blood drinking

He's here.

It can't be possible. Your terrible master died years ago, you're sure of it. And yet, here you are, trapped again in the dark and frigid manor. It's as though you'd never left, as though your pleasant life with your new madam was all just a fleeting dream.

As you kneel at the Maestro's feet, he glares down at you with that all too familiar look of pure contempt. He has a crop in his hand, prepared to rain punishment on you for an endless list of mistakes. The shame and dread are unbearable. Yet even the threat of physical punishment is nothing compared to the despair of feeling as though you'd escaped, only to have that dream cruelly dashed.

The crop smashes down onto your back…

…and you awaken, gasping for air.

You're in a large and comfortable bed, tangled in the covers. Your old master truly is dead, living on only in nightmares. It's not your usual bed, and it takes you a few minutes to get oriented -- you're in a vacation home by the seaside. Your madam decided she needed a break from the city, and rented out this place with Alexander, Fitz, and their thralls.

The sun has almost set, turning the room orange and red, and a gentle rain patters against the window, accented by the low rumble of faraway thunder. It's comforting enough that you roll over and bury your head in the pillows, hoping to catch a little more sleep before night. Unfortunately, your heart is still pounding from that nightmare, and sleep eludes you.

If only your madam were here -- she'd whisper in your ear and have you feeling peaceful and safe. But she's away spending the day at another vampire's mansion, conditioning their staff of thralls, unable to put down her work even when it's supposed to be a vacation. So she's not here to comfort you, to lull you back to sleep in her arms, and her absence aches in your chest. Your anxiety over your madam is probably why you were plagued with nightmares. Even though you know very well what a powerful vampire she is, respected by all, easily able to take down any hunter, you still can't help but worry about something happening to her. You could reach out to her mentally, but you don't want to interrupt her sleep.

When the sky goes dark and the moon rises high, you finally give up on sleep, hoping that the rest of the inhabitants of the manor might be awake by now. The air is thick with summer humidity as you wrap yourself in your silk housecoat -- a garment that you think is too fine for you, but your madam insists that you need fine and stylish clothes.

You step out into the hallway. The bathroom is occupied, and you can faintly hear Oliver singing something in the shower. Thunder cracks overhead as the rain drums against the roof more insistently. Startled, you scurry down the stairs in hopes of finding either some company or some breakfast.

You're surprised to spot the two vampires lounging out on the patio. Neither is your master, and you don't want to disturb them, but you're still twisted up inside from the nightmare and could really use some reassurance. So you take a deep breath and step out onto the patio.

"Oh, g'night," says Fitz with a yawn. He's sprawled out on the divan, head in Alexander's lap. You're surprised to see him up at a reasonable hour, considering he usually has to be dragged from his bed by his poor thrall. "Isn't this a great storm?"

From behind his book, Alexander scowls. "The humidity is terrible for the books." He glances at you. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, sir, I'm fine." You don't want to worry them too much. Years under the Maestro's thumb taught you to suppress any needs you might have, so it's still very hard to ask for anything, particularly from vampires. "I just couldn't get much sleep."

"Ah. Nightmares?" He smiles sympathetically as you nod. "Would it help to talk about them?"

"It's a little ridiculous, sir. Even after all this time, I still have nightmares about… well, about my former master." You regret it almost as soon as you say it, seeing the looks on Alexander and Fitz's faces. They were having a perfectly good evening, and now you're ruining it by bringing up him.

"That's not ridiculous at all," says Alexander seriously. "I sometimes think that hundreds of years from now, I'll still have nightmares about him."

"You need help getting it out of your head?" Fitz offers.

"Well… if it's not too much trouble…"

"As long as I don't have to get up." He beckons you over.

You grab a cushion and sit on the floor in front of the divan. Settling back down into Alexander's lap, Fitz starts gently stroking your hair. Warmth and comfort start filling you up, radiating from his hand, as his powers fog your mind and drive your thoughts away.

"There you go. No more nightmares, okay?"

"No more nightmares, sir…" you repeat in an agreeable daze, head full of cotton candy. Your muscles relax as you slump over slightly, staring at nothing, your anxiety no more than a distant whisper.

The soothing sound of pouring rain is joined by Alexander quietly humming, and you feel your eyelids slowly drooping downwards.

"Aww, they're like a little sleepy kitten. Adorable." Fitz chuckles.

"I'm sure they're just worried that Lily's not back yet. It's better for them to sleep."

"When do you think she…?"

You want to hear the rest of the conversation, but you're fading away quickly. You struggle to get your eyes open, only for them to drift shut again a moment later.

"…still having nightmares, then we should try…"

"I don't know, Lex, look at how they…"

They're discussing you, you realize hazily, but you're already far too asleep to follow the conversation. Their words blend with the rain and become a drowsy mush as you sink under their spell, quiet and content.

"Wake up now, dear."

Your eyes open, and Madam Lily is right in front of you, smiling. You can't hold yourself back from throwing yourself at her.

"Oh dear, you must have missed me!" She laughs. She's soaking wet and smells of petrichor. "I wasn't gone that long."

Embarrassed, you draw back. "I'm sorry, sir, I just…"

"Hush, it's all right," she says, ruffling your hair affectionately. "Were you good for Lex and Fitz?"

You open my mouth to confess that you bothered them with your nightmares, but Fitz speaks first. "Good as gold, like always."

"It was no trouble at all," Lex adds.

"Wonderful," she says. "Now, be a dear and help me with my wet things."

You follow Madam Lily to your shared bedroom, helping her out of her coat and tossing it in the laundry basket. Next is her sopping wet hat, held on by far too many hairpins. You take it slowly, careful not to tug your mistress' hair.

"Was everything truly all right, dear?" she asks. "I could feel your anxiety."

"Yes, sir," you say, freeing another pin. "I just had a nightmare again, about him. I'm sorry."

She sighs. "You don't need to apologize for that. Maybe I should put you under again, to help ease it carefully out of your mind."

"Yes, please, sir, if you think that would help," you say, always eager to be put under your madam's gentle and pleasant spell. Even just being near her is soothing your racing thoughts. You allow her peaceful aura to relax your mind as you finish liberating the hat.

You can't help being so devoted to your madam. After so many years of darkness and torture at the hands of your cruel master, you assumed that getting taken in by one of his spawn would be more of the same.

But Madam Lily couldn't be more different. Her voice was so lovely, her smile so warm, her style so elegant. She treated you so kindly, showering you with fine food and exquisite clothes and ample diversions. Even her hypnotic spell felt like sunshine after the rain, a relief from the burden of a busy and anxious mind. You couldn't help but be utterly devoted to her.

And you also couldn't help your fear that you'd lose her someday.

"There's something else bothering you," Madam Lily says as you unlace her corset. "I do hope you'll tell me."

You don't want to trouble her, but you also don't want to deny your madam any request. "When you're gone, especially on a foul night like this, I worry about you, sir."

"Oh, my sweetheart, you don't need to worry about me," she says. "I'm quite good at surviving."

"I know, sir, but… what if something did happen? What if you were caught off guard by a hunter, or made a mistake?" Your nervous thoughts spill from your mouth. "You could turn to dust and I'd never see you again, and…"

"That won't happen," she says firmly. "Come here." Sitting on the bed, she directs you to lay your head in her lap, where you can look up at her adoringly. "I'm here, and I'm safe, all right?" You can feel the power she's lacing into her words, coaxing your mind into a light trance as she strokes a hand down your cheek.

"But if something did happen to you… what would happen to me, sir? What if I were sold to another cruel vampire, one who's nothing like you? I couldn't stand it." Being the thrall of the Maestro was horrible enough. Ending up trapped in another abusive nightmare after the quiet bliss of life with Madam Lily was unthinkable.

"Nothing's going to happen to me. You're safe and I'm safe," she says, drawing your mind further into calm relief. "And even if something awful happened to me, and I was dusted, you won't be sold to a cruel vampire. Lex and Fitz would take you in."

"They would, sir?"

"Of course they would. We've even discussed it before. You have nothing to worry about."

You sigh in relief. Living with Lex and Fitz would not be bad at all. "But I would still miss you, sir, very much so."

"I know you would." She kisses your forehead. "Now, no more of those nasty thoughts. Quiet your mind, dear. All is well."

Your thoughts become slow as she pets your hair and sends you deeper into her thrall. You feel so safe and comfortable now, here with your madam where no one can harm you, your eyelids drifting closed again.

But then you can feel her need, her hunger, chasing away your sleepy comfort. Your eyes flutter open. "Do you need to feed, sir?"

"I had a lot of hard work to do, and I find I'm rather parched," she says, tracing fingers down your neck. "Now be a good dear and let me take a light meal, won't you?"

"Of course, sir," you say, scrambling upright and offering your neck without a second thought. Your madam pulls you in close, and you can smell the remnants of her perfume in the seconds before her fangs slide into that familiar spot on your neck. There are no more thoughts after that, only bliss and sleep.

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The Unit by Ninni Holmqvist. Dystopian sci fi. Dorrit has recently turned 50, and according to the new laws of her society, all unmarried, childless women over 50 and men over 60 must report to ‘units’, where they can enjoy a peaceful, pleasant retirement with world-class luxuries. But there is a catch- to repay their ‘debt to society’ for refusing to reproduce, the ‘Dispensables’ must donate their bodies to science, piece by piece. Dorrit is resigned to her fate, until she meets Johannes, and for the first time in her life, falls in love.

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I’m sorry, but if you think that Raoul wouldn’t switch places with Christine to be bait for the Phantom if he could, you’re just objectively wrong (it’s okay, I still love you).

#you can disagree with me if you want #but I do honestly believe that the only reason that Raoul DIDN’T exchange places with Christine was because he COULDN’T #the phantom didn’t want him #didn’t want meg #didn’t want carlotta #Erik only wanted Christine #Erik was only going to show up for Christine #They could only catch him if Christine was the bait #And they had to catch him — in Raoul’s reasoning at least — so that Christine could be safe in the long run #He doesn’t want to put her in further danger #But he has to so that she can finally be safe #And Christine knew that #That’s why she agreed #Raoul didn’t force her to do anything #She performed Don Juan/Pass the Point of No Return of her own free will #If there had been another way Raoul (and Christine) would have taken it #But there wasn’t #And they couldn’t #my raoulstine rant of the day is over #I promise #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #poto #tpoto #musical theatre #phantom the opera 2004 #erik the phantom #christine daaé #raoul de chagny #raoulstine

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wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

#i do believe Anya was a victum to Jimmy more than once before the crash but the game plays wit the sort of fear of waiting and stagnation #i believe the reason she decided to tell him was becasuse she finally broke down and tested to see if she was pregnant after one too many #signs and its why she went to hide the gun because she knew now that there was proof of what Jimmy did and was he would do anything to #cover it up and while she also didn't want the baby there was no sure fire way to safely induce a miscarriage or abortion cause shes smart #enough to know that hence her reading the illusion of choice and taking measures to protect herself #but in the hypothetical it was a one time occurence I think Jimmy would act like one single mistake shouldn't define him and Anya thinks #that if she did something sooner or said something sooner than she or Curly could've stopped all of it but that the hard thing taking actio #its so hard to be preventative to a person like they also have the autonomy to do things and no one on the ship is okay with actively takin #that away outside of Jimmy that its just a delicate issue and people act like it was a conscious choice not to help when he just helped #wrong he did wrong by not immediately punishing Jimmy but at the same time did he even fully get it yet? Jimmy immediately got into his hea #after like the sound design right before he confront him is telling like every track sort of gives you the feeling of the characters where #we cant see their thoughts because again the only two characters pov we get are Jimmy's and Curly's and even then we only get Curly's thru #the responsibilites he has to take like he is always tasked with something because thats his role but we rarely see him do something off hi #own volition cause hes a metaphorical cog in many of the machines the games comments on but he's not actively pulling a switch #also i think people latch on to the we can both be heros things too much when analyzing Curly because Curly very much is not happy being th #leader and current “hero” of the Tulpar he just wants out in a way that doesn't hurt and while he is still responsible for not doing more #the idea he could've easily nipped this in the butt acts like Jimmy was not a beast of his own and that he made Jimmy into the person he wa #vs the fact that Jimmy is a person on his own right that makes these choices others are forced to take responsibility for when he simply c #couldve not done evil shit like at the end of the day Curly is not perfect but not nearly or remotely as bad as Jimmy because for that hed #have to not care hed have to not have tried hed have to not try to take responsibility and he did just not in the right way but thats #subjective to the person and you can only realize you did fuck up after the results are before you and its tragic like this game is a #a tragedy no matter how you try and spin it. There's lessosn to be learnt but at the end of the day it telling the worst moments of peoples #lives and the certain inevitabilities that come with it #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #curly mouthwashing #captain curly #nurse anya #anya mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing

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