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[misstitched-doll]

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[dollfacefantasy]

DREAM INCARNATE ♡

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you're all logan has left of the past. and when he has nightmares about that night at the mansion, you're the only thing that can keep him from falling victim to the memories that haunt him.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, dubcon, p in v, thigh fucking, somnophilia, cockwarming at the end, nightmares, brief descriptions of blood, injury, and death

wc: 2.7k

kinktober slot: day 14 - somnophilia

The second he steps off the bike he hears your scream, and he already knows he's too late.

The sound echoes across the open expanse of land in front of the school. It's the two syllables of his name, shrieked with pure terror. His feet pound against the stone driveway as he begins sprinting to the main entrance.

Behind the school, an orange glow radiates. It flickers every few seconds, making shadows dance across the lawn in front of him. He knows it's from a fire. He could smell the smoke for miles down the road.

As he reaches the big wooden doorways, that scent morphs into one of blood. The metallic odor is so strong it nearly makes him nauseous. He swallows down his disgust though in favor of getting inside.

He couldn't be too late. He just couldn't be. Everyone's gonna be ok. It's bad, but not as bad as he thinks.

In a way, he was right. It wasn't as bad as he thought. It was so much worse.

His claws are out as soon as he swings the heavy door open, but it's in vain. There's no opponents there waiting for him. Instead, he finds Charles's wheelchair knocked over and empty. He swears his heart drops and his stomach hollows out. In his entire life, he never recalled feeling such horror.

He continues down the entrance hall. The interior of the building is quiet. All the noise, yelling and chanting, comes from outside, probably wherever that fire is. As he walks, he peers into rooms that have been left open. He sees blood smeared across the floor and spattered onto the wall. Bodies peek out from behind ransacked furniture.

When he turns the corner, he finds the first victim. Jean lies there, crumpled up and lifeless. He doesn't have to check on her to know she's dead. Several feet away against the wall Scott sits slumped over, also motionless and morbidly unresponsive. His glasses rest on the floor beside him, the right lens cracked.

He walks faster. The gravity of seeing his teammates like this weighs him down, but he has to get to you. He heard you. There's a chance they haven't finished you off yet.

On the way there, he passes Beast and Rogue and Storm and finally Charles, all in similar states to the first two of his friends he saw. Each one feels worse than any of the bullets he'd taken in his nearly two centuries of life. His mind grows frantic the farther he walks through the aftermath of the massacre. He's desperate to find you when he finally reaches the last room he hadn't checked.

The classroom with large glass windows along the back wall. It had always been your favorite. You loved all the plants in there and how sunlight bathed the room in warmth through those transparent panes.

Now, the desks that had been in neat rows pile on top of each other in haphazard clusters. The board at the end of the room displays some message about killing all mutants. He doesn't catch the specifics because he doesn't care. The only thing he can see is you, limp and mangled below it.

The words above are scrawled in red, and the puddle of scarlet surrounding you leaves no question as to what kind of ink they used.

When he gets to you, you're still twitching. Your eyes are fading, but for the moment, he can still see you inside them.

"I'm here," he chokes out, "I'm here, baby. You called for me. I'm here."

You blink slowly. Without seeing the surrounding scenery, it would look like you were just sleepy, waking up from a lazy afternoon nap. But unlike those occasions, your gaze doesn't hold any love. All he can feel radiating off of you is fear.

"Logan?" you whimper before coughing. Your chest rattles with the urge to clear the blood making it hard for you to breathe. He tries to soothe you through it as best he can, but there's not much he can do.

You regain yourself and continue on with what you had been trying to say.

"Where were you? Why didn't you help us?" you ask, tears gathering in your eyes.

"I- I was- I'm sorry," he says instead of answering the questions. He doesn't want to waste time with any of his pathetic explanations. "I'm here now. We're gonna get you out of here, and it's going to be ok."

Tears leak from your eyes, one rolling out from the inner corner. He can see the streams of water trailing down your face from the glow outside the windows.

"Why didn't you help us?" you cry again, "Why did you leave us to die? Why did you leave me?"

Then his eyes open.

Unlike his usual nightmares, he doesn't yell or shoot straight up when he regains consciousness. His claws don't pop out ready to tear apart the imagined threat. This time, he only jerks a little with a strained gasp. After that, he feels frozen, as if his joints locked in place.

His chest puffs with shallow breaths. It takes his mind a few minutes to catch up. While staring at the dark ceiling above, the image of you dying begins to fade away. That hadn't happened. That wasn't how that part of the night had played out.

The rest of his dream, however, had been more based in reality. Those images of the others strewn across the mansion are harder to clear. He rubs his rough palm over his face, trying to push them away. But he can already feel the ache of self-loathing and guilt gnawing at his insides.

He tries to remember the things you told him on the few rare occasions you had to console him. There's nothing to do about it now. It's in the past. All you can do is try to be better for the future.

Your voice plays these reminders through his head. They help bring him back down a little. He feels the plush comfort of your mattress beneath him and your blankets draped over him. The room is silent except for the muted hum of the air conditioner. There's no screaming or chanting or fire crackling. The smell of death is gone. All there is now is the scent of you.

As he goes through this list, he feels some movement beside him. His head turns, and his eyes land on you. You had shifted around a little in your sleep, rolling onto your other side so that you're facing away from him. He hears you let out a little unconscious sigh.

Even though he couldn't see your face, the vision of you lying there peacefully, completely unaware of his turmoil, brings the slightest bit of softness to his eyes.

He reaches over and rubs the small of your back. You look so delicate right now. He rolls onto his side in the same way you're facing, scooting closer.

The sight of your clean pajamas puts him at ease faster than anything else. There's no blood, no torn seams or other signs of pain. The thin baby blue fabric clings to your figure. He tucks his fingers beneath it, sliding his hand up the warm, smooth expanse of your back. They drag up and down along the path of your spine. He feels you melt a little, growing more relaxed as he strokes you. The idea brings him more comfort, that you were just as soothed by his presence as he was yours.

He doesn't understand how you still feel that way about him after everything. Most days he still questioned why you didn't hate him after what happened to the others. He wouldn't blame you for casting him aside like everyone else did.

But he's trying to do as you often tell him and not dwell on the past. So instead, he focuses on the fact that he needs more of you.

He removes his hand from under your shirt and uses both arms to pull your body to him. His muscular arms encircle your smaller frame and situate you right against his chest like a little teddy bear. Nuzzling into the back of your neck, he can smell your lotion. The light and airy aroma loosens the lingering tension in his shoulders.

He lays some kisses against the skin too. You're so precious in this condition, limp and pliable, easy for him to hold and love on. He needs you like this when he feels this way. As much as your words bring him peace of mind, sometimes he just wants to feel you. To feel that you're still here and that you're safe.

Plus, the physical aspect of holding you also calms him down more than he'd probably ever admit out loud. It's just so hard to be upset when he has the round curve of your ass pressed up against him. Nothing wards off the bad memories like you in his grasp. 

He smooths his palms across your belly, gliding them upwards beneath your shirt to cup your breasts. His large hands squeeze them gently. Though the touch is inherently sexual, it's also comforting. He kneads them for a moment before bringing one back down to your pelvis and tucking it under your panties.

You squirm a little from the sudden feeling of being confined and explored. He hears you mumble something incoherent and spots your eyes fluttering a bit.

"Shhh, it's ok, baby. It's just me," he whispers while laying lazy kisses up the column of your throat to below your ear, "You're ok. I've got you."

That's enough to get you to close your eyes again and settle in his arms, but you still babble something he can barely make out.

"Mhm, I know," he murmurs, "You just go back to sleep for me, honey. You're being such a good girl. Giving me just what I need."

He watches you deflate back into your dreams. By now, he's started to fill out beneath the pair of loose sweatpants he had on. He grinds his bulge against your ass with measured rolls of his hips. A soft sigh fans over your shoulder.

At the same time, his fingers in the front swirl around your clit. He teases the little bundle of nerves, drawing tiny patterns of pleasure over it. Your hips push back against him in response. The increased pressure against his cock only drives his need for you more.

His digits drag down your slit and back up to your little nub. He works on you until you're nice and slick between your thighs, ready to take him.

He shifts around a little, adjusting the waistband on his pants to pull his length out. The thick appendage throbs with need for you. He strokes it a few times, feeling the heat beneath his fingers. His other set of digits hooks around the seat of your shorts and panties and pulls them to the side. Pushing his hips forward, he slides his shaft between your thighs.

Your folds engulf him perfectly. He groans softly before beginning to rock his pelvis. He moves in small strokes. The motion isn't rough or primal, just slow and needy. Each drag against your velvety skin coats his cock in your arousal.

His arms get tighter around you. He makes sure he's not holding too tight, not wanting to accidentally snap a rib during this process. You just feel so fucking good. He has to have you so close it feels as though he's trying to absorb you. 

He buries his face in your neck, little puffs of air blowing on your skin with each grunt he makes. More wetness gathers where the two of you meet as he keeps thrusting. He feels the fat tip of his cock nudge your clit. He can feel the way your legs squirm at that sensation too.

In your sleep, your hands drift up to hold one of his forearms. You whine softly, but it's crackly and broken. It's not a choice, just a subconscious reaction to the pleasure sizzling between your hips.

He works a little faster now, back and forth, back and forth. Without thinking about it, he lightly bites your shoulder. He doesn't use enough pressure to hurt, but he also is pretty sure there will be marks when he finally lets go.

The dull ache on your shoulder combined with the teasing flicker on your cunt still doesn't wake you. Your eyes don't open until he angles himself back and pops the first couple inches of his shaft into your entrance.

That's when your gossamer lashes lift from your cheeks in the direction of your brow. It takes you a few blinks to comprehend the sensation. You feel the heat of him all around you right away. The mild stretching down below makes your head spin.

He sees you waking and swoops in again, mouth releasing your flesh and migrating to the shell of your ear.

"That feel good, princess?" he mutters as he bottoms out.

After a few lazy blinks, you're able to nod. Your fingers dig into his forearm a little harder.

"Good. Just relax and enjoy it for me, ok?" he mumbles.

He starts to thrust, pumping himself into you at a slow, steady pace. His movements remain controlled. Now wasn't the time to fuck like survival depended on it. That's not what this is about. He has all he needs like this, and he can tell you do too.

You nod to that second question before shutting your eyes again. He feels your head going limp against your pillow and rewards your compliance with some soothing kisses to the area he had bitten before.

"Sweet, sweet girl," he grunts. It's more to himself than you. He's not even sure you'll hear it.

Your body is relaxed again with a handful more thrusts. He doesn't think you're fully asleep, probably drifting on some middle ground between lucidity and sleep.

His cock throbs within you. You're so tight and warm, wetter than you were on the outside. He knows he probably won't last much longer, but that's ok. There didn't need to be a big finish right now.

He pants against your skin, his face tensing with the need to release. His fingers dig into the skin of your chest. The heat in his stomach keeps rising higher and higher as the pressure does the same.

It gets to a point that it finally snaps and his hips jerk, clapping against your ass. He spills deep inside you. The warmth floods your belly. He feels your legs go taut and the way your walls spur him on by contracting around his cock.

He fucks it into you slowly. His body also feels tense for the moment, taking care to remain gentle with you. His hips move in slow rolls to work his cum deeper into you, but they eventually slow down to the occasional twitch. And then finally nothing.

"Gonna be all messy now..." you grumble.

He chuckles against your skin, the sound raspy and low. "I'll clean you up in the morning," he whispers and kisses below your ear, this time the peck chaste. Nothing but pure love in the gesture.

You hum with acknowledgement before yawning. There's a brief pause after that. He stays inside of you, needing to feel that snug embrace for a bit longer. No sound comes from either of you. He's pretty sure you're trying to sleep again, but then you speak.

"Did you have a nightmare?" you whisper.

He hesitates. You already knew the answer. There was no other reason to ask if not to confirm. That doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like showing weakness.

But he's honest with you anyway.

"Mhm," he hums.

You nod, contemplating your next words. "Do you feel better now?" you decide to ask.

"Yeah, baby. You fixed me right up," he responds just as quietly. 

And it's the truth. For the moment, he's better. Tomorrow he'll probably have another one of these things, but for tonight you've cured him. He keeps holding you close and finally shuts his eyes again.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Date With Your Lieutenant

Simon Ghost Riley X Afab Reader

Note: This is my first smut, so it's not as good as I'd like it to be. Apologies if it isn't good!

As always, if there's anything you'd like me to write, feel free to send a request!😊

Warnings: swearing, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingerings, cream pie----MDNI!!!

To say that you were nervous was an immense understatement. You found yourself pacing around your bathroom, constantly checking back to your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing minimalist makeup, had loose curls cascading down your the middle of your back, and had a floral blouse with tight jeans on. Every time you looked back to your reflection, you ended up touching up your makeup or fixing a stray hair. Any minute now, your Lieutenant would arrive at your home to pick you up for a date.

You and Ghost had danced around each other's feelings for nearly the entirety of your years working together. Both of you had mutual feelings for each other, but neither one of you had the courage to act on it. Until one night, when he had a little liquid courage (and Soaps incessant pestering), Ghost decided to make his move and ask you out on a proper date.

A knock at your front door had pulled you from your thoughts. If you were nervous before, that paled in comparison to how you were feeling now. It's just Ghost, you thought to yourself. I have no reason to be nervous. However it was not Ghost who was standing at your door, it was Simon Riley, someone who hadn't shown himself to you fully, save for the small moments here and there throughout your working relationship.

You walked to your front door, and wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans. "Grow a pair, Y/N." You told yourself, as you opened the door.

The sight that welcomed you, had melted your insides. Simon was standing in front of you, in a nice sweater, jeans and combat boots. What had really got you, was the fact that he wasn't wearing a mask. You had yet to see him without his signature balaclava, but you were not disappointed in the slightest. His light brown hair had been styled neatly, his face cleanly shaven. He had freckles that littered his slightly crooked nose, and his eyes were even more stunning now that they were unobscured by the black paint he usually wore.

"You alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Simon's cheeky remark had pulled you from admiring his features.

"Heavens, Riley. If that's your opening line, I'm in for quite the night." You rolled your eyes playfully, your nervous giggle betraying the confidence you were trying to convey.

" 'm teasing love, you look beautiful by the way." He said bashfully, as he stretched his hand out to you. In your deep admiration of his features, you had failed to notice he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand the entire time.

"Oh! They're so pretty, Simon. Thank you!" You exclaimed, grabbing the bouquet from him. You had never been given flowers on a first date before, and needless to say, you were even more enamored with the man in front of you because of it. "Soap had lied to me, said you looked like E.T. under your mask."

Simon had let out a hearty laugh at your statement, as your eyes widened at what you just said.

"Oh my God! I didn't mean to say that. It was a joke on his part, but saying it out loud sounds so insensitive, I'm so sorry."

"I ought to ring Johnny's neck for that one, haven't I." Simon waved away your apologies, with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You and I both." You agreed. "Come in! I'll go put these beautiful flowers in a vase, and we can head out?"

"Sounds good." He hummed, as he walked into your flat. As you went into your kitchen, Simon took in his surroundings. Your flat wasn't small by any means, but it was undeniably cozy. You had updated furniture and appliances, pictures of family and friends lining the walls, and it appeared to him that you took very good care of your home.

"It's not much, but it's home. My friend always does a great job looking after it when I'm on duty." You said softly as you entered the living room, noticing him looking around.

"It's nice. It's exactly what I'd expect your home to look like." Simon replied, turning around to meet your eyes.

"I hope that's a compliment?" You giggled.

"Of course it is. Shall we head out?" He asked, offering you his arm.

You nodded meekly, taking his arm. A blush had come to heat your cheeks as you were reminded again, that you were about to go on a date with the man you've been in love with for years.

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Simon had taken you to a small fancy Italian restaurant about 15 minutes from your flat. You were frankly shocked that he had chosen this place, as it was often incredibly busy, and nearly impossible to get a reservation unless you booked a month in advance.

He had proven himself to be the utmost gentleman, as he held open your car door, held the front door open for you, and had even pulled your chair out for you inside the restaurant.

After you had both ordered your drinks and food, you found yourself staring at Simon with a smile on your face. You were still in awe of how he looked without the mask, and you couldn't deny you were even more attracted to him than you had been before.

"Stare any longer, and your eyeballs may just fall out." Simon chided, earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You're quite handsome." You replied, nervously tucking a hair behind your ear.

"That so? What would you have done if I looked like E.T., as Soap called it?" He joked, his playful tone drawing a smile to your face.

"Well, then I would've said it's a good thing I liked you for your personality first."

"I've been told my personality is.. lacking some desirable traits."

"Well they just haven't got to know the man beneath the mask. I'm sure anyone who sees what I do would be as pleasantly surprised as I was when I first started peeling back some of those layers. I'm excited to see what else I can learn about you." You admitted, taking a sip of your wine.

Simon smiled at your admission, as he reached across the table to stroke your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re giving me the chance to show you.”

“So what do you get up to, when you’re on leave?” You asked.

“Little bit of this, a little bit of that.I usually do some housework for my neighbors, like to go to the local farmers market every once in a while. I suppose my life outside of work is pretty mundane.”

“Anything is mundane compared to what we do on the field. You’ll have to take me to the farmer’s market one day, I’ve always wanted to go to one.”

“Sure. The one by my place always has a great selection, depending on what you’re looking for.”

“I don’t know why, but it’s hard to view you walking around a farmer’s market.” The thought had made you giggle.

“Oh, let me tell you. The old ladies there love me.” He grinned.

“Now that I have to see. Simon Riley being doted on by little old ladies.” You covered your mouth to stifle your amusement.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Oh! Well, I consider myself pretty crafty. I’ll knit, I paint sometimes when I have an itching to do it. Usually I just try to surround myself with friends and family.” You said, as the waitress came over with your food.

“Ah, forgot about your crafty side. Never thanked you properly for fixing my mask a few weeks ago.” Simon said.

“I think this is thanks enough. This food looks great, I can’t believe you got a reservation here! It’s been here for years, and I’ve never had a chance to try it, it’s always too busy.” You replied, your mouth watering looking at the pasta in front of you.

“I have my ways.” He chuckled, meeting your inquisitive gaze.

“Oh now I have to hear this!” You laughed.

Dinner had gone on for what felt like hours, conversation flowing naturally for the two of you. The small tidbits that Simon had given you about his personal life had you falling harder for the man than you had anticipated you would, especially after your first official date. Once you both had had your fair share of food and drink, Simon had driven you home. During the ride, you had shown him a few different bands you were into, and he had made a mental note to try listening to them on his own.

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As you walked up to your doorstep, you turned to Simon with a small smile. "I really had a nice time tonight Simon. I'm glad we did this, really."

"That makes two of us, love." He bowed his head, trying to hide the redness in his cheeks at your words. "I'll see you soon?"

"Absolutely, I'd love that. You still owe me a trip to that farmers market." Your smile grew bigger at his shyness.

He gave you another nod, and returned your smile, then turned back to walk to his truck.

"Simon?"

He turned around at the mention of his name, meeting your sheepish stare. "Yeah?"

"I thought first dates usually end with a kiss." You said softly, so softly Simon was glad he was actually able to hear it.

Simon's smile had grown ten times at your comment, and he strode up to you, your faces inches apart. "That so?"

"I mean, only if you want. I don't want to for-" you were cut off by Simon's lips pressing against yours. His lips were rough, but the kiss was surprisingly gentle. Once you had regained your senses, you reciprocated the kiss and wrapped your arms around Simon's neck.

"I've been wanting to do that for awhile, just trying to be a gentleman." He said as he pulled away breathless.

"Well lucky for both of us, I'm no gentleman." You replied, shocking yourself at your sudden confidence.

Simon looked at you with the cheekiest grin you'd ever seen on him, and he pulled you back into a kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer. Your arms which were still around his neck had squeezed together, and your hands had moved to his hair, threading the strands softly.

As the kiss continued, Simon's hands started to move slowly down to your backside, and he lightly squeezed the flesh there. "Perhaps we should go inside, don't want to give my neighbors a show." You said breathlessly, pulling away for just a moment to look Simon in the eyes, hoping he'd pick up on your hint.

"As you wish m'lady." He said, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you into his arms.

You squealed in delight, wrapping your legs around his toned midsection, as he walked into your flat closing the door behind him.

The two of you had resumed your heated makeout, pulling away only to instruct Simon where your bedroom was.

He gently tossed you on your bed, smirking slightly as he watched your form bounce a few times from the impact.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come over here and kiss me again." You said, still shocked at the confidence that was emitting from you. You weren't sure it was the wine flowing through your system, or the fact that you were desperate for Simon to touch you.

"Someone's bossy, maybe I should make you wait." He chided, climbing over your form on the bed.

"Please, Simon." You looked up at him, your eyes not betraying the lust you were feeling.

"Since you asked so nicely." He cooed, leaning down to capture your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck again pulling him down closer to you. Simon took the opportunity to run his tongue along your bottom lip, and you had opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in. As the kiss deepend, his hand slid from your head, down to your clothed breast and gave it a squeeze. You threw your head back and let out a soft moan at the contact.

"Y/N, love. I need you to look at me, and tell me that you want this." Simon said, the sternness in his voice grabbing your attention immediately.

"Simon, yes. I want this. I want you." You begged, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.

Seeing that there was nothing but the truth in your eyes, Simon lifted your form slightly off the bed to remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants. He leaned down and kissed the valley in between your breasts, using both hands to palm at each breast. You arched your back, whimpering slightly at his touch, and he slid his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” He mumbled as he threw the bra into a random corner of your room. He bent his head down, and latched his mouth onto your breast, while his hand massaged at the other. He gave your nipple a soft bite, and promptly moved onto your other breast, continuing the same movement he had on the other.

Your hands latched onto his head, as you struggled to keep your composure at his actions. He moved his head back up to nip lightly at your neck, and you were sure it would leave a mark by morning. Satisfied by the mark forming on your neck, Simon slowly moved his way down your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could. When he got to the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes far darker than they were a bit ago.

“May I?” He asked, his fingers lightly tracing the skin above your pants. You simply nodded in response, giving him the okay to continue.

He smiled at this, and started to unbutton your jeans, moving them slowly down your legs, leaving you in the lace underwear you had put on only hours earlier. You weren’t expecting for this to happen tonight with Simon, but you were glad you threw these on as a just in case.

“Cute.” He chuckled, admiring the panties. He hooked his fingers on the band of them, and proceeded to pull them off of you, leaving you completely bare to him.

You suddenly grew shy, as you were completely naked, and he was still fully clothed. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs shut, and your heart rate increased tenfold.

“Nuh uh. None of that. You are beautiful Y/N. Let me show you that.” He spoke, as he came up to give you a soft kiss.

You unclenched your thighs, and took a deep breath, letting him look at you. “Fucking beautiful thing you are.” He said quietly, moving to lay in between your legs.”You’re so wet for me already.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you grow even wetter by the second. You looked down to see his eyes already on you, and the moment you made eye contact with him, he pressed a kiss to your core.

“S-Simon.” You gasped, throwing your head back onto your pillows.

Pleased with your response, Simon ran his tongue alongside your folds, painstakingly slow, savoring your taste. “Jesus, you taste amazing.” He groaned. He then picked up his pace, licking at your heat fast, not giving you a second to breathe. Your back arched from the sensation, prompting him to put an arm on your midsection to hold you still.

“Oh my god, feels so good.” You cried, throwing your hands into his hair and tugging. Simon groaned at this, and moved a finger down to your core, to stroke your folds as he caught his breath.

“Yeah? I won’t stop then.” He said with a cheeky grin, slipping his slender finger in you, as his mouth latched back onto your clit with a fervor he didn’t have before. Between the movement of his tongue on your clit, and his finger pumping into you, you were seeing stars. You had never felt this good just having someone go down on you, no, Simon knew what he was doing. He was unraveling you with just his mouth and finger.

The closer you felt yourself to release, the harder you fought against Simon’s hold. The pace he had set was brutal, it was like this was his first meal in years, and he couldn’t get enough. The noises that your pussy was making, mixed with the sounds of his mouth were obscene, and was pushing you closer to your first orgasm of the night. It amazed you that this was your first time with him, and yet he knew exactly where the right spots were for you. His tongue relentlessly flicking your clit, and his finger curling at just the right spot to make your brain go blank.

Just as you were focusing on trying to last a little longer to enjoy the sensation, Simon had added a second finger, and you were gone. You cried out as your orgasm had hit you hard, fully fighting against Simon’s grip and squeezing your thighs around his head. This did not deter him however, from finishing out your orgasm. He took everything you had to offer, licking up every ounce of arousal from your heat.

You were trying to catch your breath, your head thrown back to your pillows, when Simon finally pulled away, wiping his face of your remaining juices. He chuckled at your form, as you were still trying to come down from your orgasm. He leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, and you returned the kiss deeply.

Finally regaining your senses again, you rolled the two of you so that you were on top. You smiled down at him, and instructed him to take off his shirt. As he did, you caught yourself slack jawed at his torso. There were scars that had littered his chiseled abs, painting the picture that this man had been through hell and back. You ran your fingers along the raised skin, and leaned down to place a kiss on each scar you could find. You could feel Simon relax under your touch, and he leaned his head back with an arm tucked behind his head to watch you.

You met his eyes, as you started to fumble with his belt. In one swift motion you had his pants off leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. You could now see the imprint of his hardness through the material, and it made your mouth water. He was bigger than you had anticipated him being. You looked to him while toying with the band of the fabric, silently asking for permission. He nodded and his breath hitched as you pulled them down his legs. Your eyes widened, now able to see him entirely, and he grew flustered under your intense gaze.

Smiling to yourself, you muttered "pretty" before taking his length in your hand, and swiping your tongue at his tip, collecting the pre-cum there. Simon tensed at this, and let out a breathy moan. "F-fuck."

Taking this as your cue to continue, you sank your mouth down on his length as far as you could go, using your hand to get what you couldn't with your mouth.

Simon's hands flew to your hair lightly grabbing it, guiding your head. You could hear soft grunts emitting from his mouth, and you were loving it. You decided to pick up the pace moving your hand and mouth faster, swirling your tongue around his tip each time your mouth moved.

He pulled your head up suddenly and pulled you up to his lips. " 'nough of that. I gotta feel you." He breathed on your lips, flipping you both so you were underneath him.

"You're sure?" He asked, his tip prodding at your entrance. His forehead was touching yours, and you felt his warm breath on your face.

Instead of replying verbally, you nodded and pulled his face down to yours to kiss him again.

He reached down to guide himself into you, and the both of you let out moans at the feeling. He was barely in, and your walls were already burning from the stretch he was causing. He sank slowly into you, pulling away from the kiss to watch your expressions.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take a deep breath. You had never been with someone his size, and you've never felt this full before. The stretch was heavenly, and as the pain started to fade, you felt yourself squirming underneath him, trying to get him to move.

Simon had taken the hint, and slowly started moving his hips. "Fucking hell, you feel so good sweetheart." He groaned in your ear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to go at a deeper angle. At this, Simon picked up the pace. His thrusts started to become faster, burying himself to the hilt with each snap of his hips.

"Simon, oh- oh my god." You cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from the pleasure.

"That's it, taking me so well." He cooed, not relenting the brutal pace he had set. He looked down to see your heat swallowing his cock whole, and the sight nearly set him over the edge.

Your nails raked down his back, and you were sure you drew some blood with the force. You were so close, any moment now you knew you'd find your second orgasm.

"Simon please, so close." You whimpered.

"I'll get you there love. Cum with me yeah?" He asked reaching down in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it harshly.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, digging your nails further into his back.

"Jesus, I'm almost there. Fuck." He grunted, picking up the pace even more, leaving you nearly unable to catch your breath.

"Simon!" You cried, the coil in your belly snapping, as you found your second release of the night.

Simon wasn't far behind, "Where sweetheart?"

"Inside me, please. I'm safe." You gasped out.

He growled at that, and with one final thrust you felt him spill out inside you with a long breathy moan. "Fuckkking hell."

As he caught his breath, you let out a chuckle and laid your hand on his cheek. Simon looked down at you with a tired smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. "Be right back love."

He went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, carefully wiping around your heat taking extra care to not rub too harshly.

He tossed the rag aside and pulled you into his arms. "You okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"Never better." You said , turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips. "Will you stay the night?" You were hopeful he would, but didn't want to push him past what he was comfortable with.

"If you'll have me, I'd love to."

You smiled to yourself, and curled yourself into Simon's chest, the tiredness taking over quickly. “Always.”

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You awoke the next morning, still locked in an embrace with Simon. You blinked the sleep away, and turned your gaze to him, to already find him looking at you.

“Good morning.” You murmured.

“Mornin’, sleep well?” He asked, brushing a stray hair from your face

“Best I have slept in months.” You admitted.

“Tis a good thing then, I was thinking maybe we could grab some breakfast, and I can take you to that farmers market?” He looked down at you, a hopeful look on his face.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see these little old ladies who supposedly love you so much!” You exclaimed, jumping out of bed to go get ready.

Simon chuckled at your excitement. As he watched you get ready, Simon Riley knew that he was madly in love with you and couldn't wait to see what was in store for the two of you.

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Thanks for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it😊😊

[lefaystrent]

As The Prophecy Foretold

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing: Prinxiety

Summary: Climbing towers was easy in comparison to shattering prophetic expectations.

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There once was a tower in the middle of an enchanted forest. It stood several stories high and had several stories more to tell. This story, however, was the story of how Prince Roman ventured into the thick of it on a journey of true love.

Astride a snow-white horse, he road gallantly into the courtyard. No door marred the stonework. The only entry point sat high up on the top floor of the tower, an arched window. Roman came to a halt below it.

This would not bar him from his destiny.

Roman cleared his throat and belted his voice out from the diaphragm. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair!"

"Who the fuck is Rapunzel?" someone asked from above. A dark-headed figure peered out the window, annoyed. "And why are you yelling?"

Taken aback and nearly falling off his horse, Roman fired back, "Rapunzel! The princess who lives in this tower! Surely you must know her."

"Uh, no, this is my tower. No Rapunzels here."

"Surely you jest!"

"I've never jested in my life, and would you stop yelling! I can hear you just fine."

Puzzled, Roman slid off his horse. Like a good boy, Maximillian lingered by his side. Roman called beseechingly. "I don't know who you are sir, or how you've come to be here, but this is most certainly Rapunzel's tower."

"Like I already said, no golden girls here. This is my tower, so I would know. Someone gave you some shitty directions."

"I- no, that cannot be," Roman stammered. "The prophecy was very specific."

"Prophecies are overrated," the man grunted. He leaned over the edge, one hand under his chin and the other dangling off the side. Even from here, Roman could see prominent bags under his eyes. "Have you tried checking other towers? Or did you just harass the first one you came across?"

"This is the only tower in these woods!" Roman stamped his foot. "It was foretold that I would find Rapunzel's tower here, rescue her from her evil hag of a mother, and then ride away into the sunset together where we would live happily ever after and continue the royal line."

"Do you do everything you're told to? You're just a cog in the system for The Man, aren't you? I hate The Man."

"I am the man!"

"I hate you."

Roman ran his hands through his perfect hair and perfectly messed up his winsome swoop trying to rattle his brain to make sense of it all. "You just met me! You don't even know me!"

"So how would it make it any better for you to decide to marry some chick you haven't even met yet? And decide that you'll be her knight in shining armor without asking? That's very presumptuous of you."

"But the prophecy!"

The stranger groaned and threw up his hands. "Look, if a prophecy told you to jump off a bridge, would you?"

Roman paused. "Is everyone else jumping?"

Deadpanned, the other responded, "No, you're alone. Forever alone."

"Aha! Lies, for I will always have my dear companion, Maximillion."

Maximillion neighed.

"You've got a horse, look at you. Not that I'm not loving this conversation, but are we done yet? I'd like to get back to my peace and quiet."

"But-"

"If you say 'prophecy' one more time, I will come down there, so help me. Just think outside the box for once in your life, yeah? Did anyone even bother to ask before pushing what you're 'supposed' to do on you? Do you want to become involved with some stranger's implied family drama? Do you even want to get married? Do you want to marry a woman, for that matter?"

"Wait, that part's optional?" Roman asked, astounded.

The guy was also astounded, but for other reasons. "This should not be some profound revelation for you. You can love and marry who you want, dude, regardless of gender. Now I just feel sorry for you."

"Like... I could marry a man instead?"

"Of everything that I've said, I think it says something about you that the new potential reality for gayness is what strikes a chord in you."

"I've never thought about it. I thought... Well, I'm the prince! I'm supposed to carry on the family line!"

"You could adopt. Just throwing that out there. Or just don't have kids. That's my solution to everything."

"What's wrong with kids?"

"They grow up and become adults, and adults are the worst thing you could be."

Roman waved his hand up at him. "You are an adult, are you not?"

"Yeah, it's the worst."

Roman harrumphed. He placed his hands on his hips and surveyed the courtyard. "Well, this was an eye-opening experience. What are you doing anyway, living in a doorless tower in the middle of the woods, Not-Rapunzel?"

"My name's Virgil," the man pointed out. Then he caught himself, "Uh, not that it matters. What my name is. You don't need to know that. Or why I live where I do."

"Why do you live in a tower in the woods, Virgil?"

"Because I want to be left alone!" Virgil hissed back. "Obviously, it's not working out as picture-perfect as you'd think."

"I um, like your rose bushes," Roman complimented. "So I think it's still a fairly picturesque locale."

"Those are gardenias, but thanks."

"Gardenias," Roman nodded and rubbed his foot in the dirt. "You have very nice taste in gardenias..."

"...thanks."

Roman coughed into his fist, awkward as a prince ever could be. "So uh, Virgil. In your opinionated wisdom, what should I do now? How do I go back home to my family without a betrothed?"

Virgil sighed and took pity. "If you're that afraid of what they'll think, you don't have to go back."

"I have a duty to uphold. I have sworn it to kin and country."

"Did you swear to be miserable too?"

The prince faltered.

In that sunlit afternoon, standing surrounded by flowers at the foot of an aging tower, he felt small.

Did anyone ever ask him what he wanted? Truly?

What did he want?

"I... I don't want to be miserable."

Virgil nodded, patient as he had been through this whole encounter. "That's a start."

Bolstered, Roman continued, "And I don't want to marry a woman."

"I had a sneaking suspicion on that one."

"I would very much like to marry a man!"

"Ah, we're back to the yelling, okay."

"And I don't want to lead a country! I want to go on adventures with Maximillion and save dames and damsels in distress! I want to fight villains and see magic! I want to swim in the ocean and fly on a dragon!"

"Let it out, just let it all out."

"And- and-" Roman wavered. He slowed and he stared up at Virgil uncertainly. The shadowed eyes, the small indulging smirk, the fire in his soul. "And I would very much like to join you for tea in your tower."

Virgil startled. He reared back, eyes wide, and he was too far to confirm, but Roman would like to think his cheeks pinkened.

"And why the hell would I want to invite you in?" Virgil shot back.

Roman gave a dazzling smile that he felt from his heart. "You don't have to. I know you don't know me and I know I showed up here uninvited. It's just what I would want to happen."

Prophecy or not, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. Golden girls wouldn't have compared anyway, to the sight above him.

Virgil disappeared from the window. Roman's heart sank in disappointment.

He would cherish the memory, at least.

Moments later, a very flustered Virgil returned to the window. "Okay, I'll allow it. With the condition that you have to find your own way in here. I'm not helping you!"

Overcome with delight, Roman jumped and whooped for joy.

Climbing towers was easy in comparison to shattering prophetic expectations.

[nihilistikal]

𝟐𝟎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Nine and counting! I do have the occasional scraps of WIPs stashed in various places, including my singular brain cell, but I usually only start publishing once they are fleshed out enough.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 110,204 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Resident Evil and Final Fantasy for the most part. I am working on a draft for a Dune fic as well, but due to my shifted writing time, which is sadly not much presently, I put it on hold in favor of continuing my re fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Unquiet Grave (Resident Evil) | @virologikal

The Darker the Weather, The Better The Man (Final Fantasy VIII)

Fallacy (Final Fantasy VIII)

Day 1 - A White Lie (Final Fantasy XV)

Obsession (Final Fantasy VIII)

5. Do you respond to comments? Absolutely! I try to do so in a timely fashion, sometimes it does take me a while though, especially when I'm busy doing other things and not checking in on my AO3. I am deeply humbled whenever someone takes some time out of their day to leave some words (or even compliments!) on my fics and it means a lot to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ...is this a bad time to menion I haven't really finished a fic before? x'D I mean, aside from my one shots of course. I have a penchant for working on massive ideas that take forever to write, so yeah. Anyroad though, the answer currently would be a hard tie between either The Price of Perfection (Resident Evil) or Love me whole (Final Fantasy VIII). The first is a glimpse at Wesker's life from birth to death, the second is a songfic based off of Missio's Love me whole, and focuses on a toxic interpretation of Squall and Seifer's ... "relationship".

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Day 2 - Festivities (Final Fantasy XV), easily. It was part of a series for an event or somesuch a couple years ago and focused on more casual themes (which I admittedly usually don't tackle).

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully no.

9. Do you write smut? Big yes to that. I actually love writing intricate smut, which I did for Final Fantasy VIII without much story or context. I should get back on that for Resident Evil and Dune at some point (not everything has to be a novel Nihil, gdi.....) But admittedly, I enjoy when there is some set up around the actual smut just as much. It can be an amazing vehicle to convey character development, power dynamics, show trust or the loss thereof... I am a fan hahah.

10. Do you write crossovers? I did write crossovers in rp, so I think technically I could. But in fanfic, I personally don't really see the need to as I prefer to take the canon lore and expand on it, see how many headcanons I can make work with the actual lore so it fits seamlessly as if it was intended to be there. I do enjoy reading the occasional crossover though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet, no. I am comfortable writing in English, despite German being my mother language, and honestly I don't think I could properly translate certain things into German without it sounding weird/cringe.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I could imagine doing that if I ever get my time schedule sorted. And I actually had plans to do a co-written fic with a friend ( looking at you, Bee :p ) but alas, time. I do sometimes help people brainstorm some fic ideas though if that counts^^

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Almahart (Squall Leonhart & Seifer Almasy), and of course Chrisker (Chris Redfield & Albert Wesker). Something about the blond bad guys and the brunet heroes ig °^^ With Almahart it's the tragedy binding the two together, the fact that Squall became everything Seifer wanted to be (without Squall even really trying/wanting it!), the resentment and rivalry that only barely manages to conceil the real feelings. I like them both as a ship that solves their hardships eventually, and as a toxic ship with Seifer never redeeming himself and not wanting to, either. As for Chrisker, it's a similar streak but darker, more violent, with a lot of psychological warfare included. The hardest thing is to convey Wesker's machinations and how he views the world (according to my interpretation) because I write him as extremely closed off, keeping to himself even with his facial expressions. It's a challenge to portray him correctly and I like it a lot. I love the tangle the both of them are in, how Chris wants to hate Wes so much for all he has done, while simultaneously being unable to let go, even decades later. There is desperation, hatred, blood, passion, everything I love in a ship.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I am absolutely convinced I will finish both my Resident Evil project (which will consist of multiple one shots, The Unquiet Grave, as well as a sidestory to it focusing on HUNK), as well as The Darker the Weather, The Better the Man. What I will say though is that I am also certain it will take a long ass while. Both are huge and complex stories, so building them up and telling them correctly is time consuming, and oftentimes real life gets in the way, sadly. I hope the people who were excited about The Darker the Weather will have patience with me.

16. What are your writing strengths? I want to say my high standards when it comes to fleshing out characters, finding their voice and writing their perspective. It's at least something I get a lot of compliments for, so I seem to be doing something right ^^ Also, I am very thorough when it comes to canon. I try to keep everything in mind and weave my story into the existing lore and world as seamlessly as possible. For The Unquiet Grave I took a whole day to collect all possible information about the entire Resident Evil Timeline (it spans from 1909 to 2037), which I regularly consult while I am writing to make sure I have events lined up properly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I definitely question myself too much. As in, if the quality I am providing is good enough; if the characters are OOC, things like that. It's my perfectionism getting in the way of things. Generally I have a bad habit on putting too much unneccessary pressure on myself (publish within a certain time, write a certain amount of words, etc.) - silly, really.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Ohhh yeah I love that! I don't use this enough and definitely should. (needless to say but it should not be too much untranslated content of course, and made available for the readers in some way so they know what is being said)

19. First fandom you wrote for? I believe my very first fic was Ville Valo x Lauri Ylönen, don't hit me for writing smut about real life people please xD I was young! Aside from that, Final Fantasy VIII or Angel Sanctuary, not sure anymore (I am rather certain it was FFVIII though because I have always been obsessed with it)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  Urgh this is hard.... Given how much my writing has improved and how I learned to apply certain tools (like drafting properly etc), I'd have to say The Unquiet Grave. Since I am not writing in my first language, the time I practised between this and The Darker the Weather definitely had a positive impact.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @judasiskariot (thanks again!) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @sauron-kraut . @no-bee (if you like ofc) - any everyone who would like to do this, feel free to steal!

[softpine]

behind the scenes 🎬

• the TV in the laundry room is playing When Harry Met Sally! the movie as a whole has more thematic relevance than this one scene, but i couldn't resist using the fake orgasm scene. you'll see this movie referenced again at some points, so 68% of you have some homework to do :P

• we see this on casper and tom's door:

the drawing and stickers are from sadie, and the letter is from mikaela. most of the note was just filler because i knew it would be too small to read, so here's what it says without the fluff:

Good morning! Sadie insisted that you have some stickers and a drawing of our family in case you forget what we look like - She wants you to hang it in the hallway so everyone can enjoy it. [...] We just hatched a chick - That was a shock! I thought chickens hatch their young in the spring! What a silly bird. I wanted to name the chick after you, but I'm crossing my fingers it's a hen, so I decided to name her Cassie instead. [...] I'm sorry I haven't been very available over the phone. [...] This letter comes with an extra special gift! Cookies! Check with the front desk, I told a woman called 'Helen' to keep them safe. Love always, Mama and Sadie ♥

part of the reason mikaela is mailing him letters (and cookies) is so she can "cut the cord" like she's been trying to do. it's a way for her to reach out and let casper know she's thinking about him without calling him constantly.

then of course there's the "unplug the fucking chords tom" note which refers to the toaster. again. we also see the sign he left for tom inside the room, which tom clearly hasn't followed because there's still bread in the toaster again lmao

• casper says tom never answers when he calls. there's a reason for that, which you'll see soon.

• coco lies to the person she's talking to on the phone. she calls them on purpose, but she immediately claims it was an accident. when the other person gets worried and presumably offers to come over, she backtracks and says that she and xena are "staying home and watching paw patrol", which is obviously not the case. she's not a particularly good liar, she's just good at deflecting.

• of course, the other media referenced in this scene is Xena: Warrior Princess. i won't go into the significance of this yet because it will come up again! i'll just let you draw your own conclusions for now lmaoo

• answered questions: [x] [x]

[wookofwallst]

Lies of Ps version of Sens Fortress is a test of one's patience and perseverance.

After ringing the two bells of awakening in the original Dark Souls, you're led to a fortres that was once used to train the Silver Knights of Anor Londo, now abandoned and infested with Serpent men. An entire fortress that is built to test your timing, patience, and fortitude.

From the continuous swinging axes on smaller and smaller brick pathways, to the boulders rolling down the stairs ways tossed by giants on the roof tops, the pressure plate traps that shoot arrows at you all the while you have to slug it out with the before mentioned Serpent men. Although it is not as bad as the descent through Blight Town you had completed earlier in the playthrough.

St. Frangelicos Cathedral in Lies of P has a similar styleistic to Sens Fortress, mixed with The Cathedral of the Deep it is shorter in terms of length than those two but the test of patience is very much the same.

You'll be expected to watch out for plenty of pressure plates, a poisonous pool of black icor along with infected hidden baddies that will spring up from an edge and jump scare you into dodging off the platform. Falling from some places won't mean immediate death, but it sure as hell does hurt if you fall. If you land in the toxic pool, the poison bar will quickly fill up and give you constant tick damage if left untreated.

Once you climb up the 2nd ladder, the beams get measurably smaller. Essentially, your character turns into an olympic balance, beam runner, while you attempt to dodge incoming projectiles that will knock you off. If you keep a calm mind and your whits about you, you'll be able to execute a perfect jump that gets you within range to take your turn to deal some damage to the gnarly infected enemies. Hope you found that fire dagger from the previous area... you'll need it.

But you're still not at the top yet. After you take down a few more enemies, it's time for the electrified Indiana Jones sytle boulder, except this time, you have to run towards where they continuously drop from. I personally never made it through without getting squished, but also, just as luckily, it's not an auto kill. If you haven't used up all of your Estus, no bloodviles, no... I actually have no idea what the healing items in this game are called. You'll have to kill a few more weaker enemies as you go through and make a couple of death-defying leaps over spinning wooden gears that want to force you back down. Now, at this point, most players will be out of heals, begging and pleading for a checkpoint.

Observant players or souls veterans will find the shortcut back to the original bonfire, shrine, no, hold on *checks notes*... Stargazer. Really? That's what they are called in this game? Anyway, I digress. All that is shown to you after the climb up is a doorway. As you open the door it eriely creeks open to what appears to be a boss room. At the very least, a room that will be a mob ambush. Walking in toward the middle of the room a large stomping sound can be heard as a enemy leaps down and starts to attack the player.

Equipped with large sweeping arms and shield he can call on demand that he will use to slam charge and punish greedy players. Luckily there is a way to cheese this boss if you are obseverant and creative.

The run through this small area took me over an hour as patience has never been my strong suit. Died over and over again until luck finally prevailed, and I got to the top.

Overall I'm loving my time in this game about 9 hours in, and it's living up to its hype. If you ever look at my stream and see me yelling about dying, I promise it's a good thing. Lol, I'll be live again today playing Lies of P at 8pm est. Use the link below to come say, hey, I'd love to see you there!

[lovernori]

2023 Jul. Patre0n‘s Tier 1 is Chun Li

2023的7月P網等級1是 春麗👊

Above Tier 1 will get Free selfies + 13 pics!!!

等級1以上免費獲得自拍贈檔正片加量至13張！

VIP for Tier 1 's extra bonus will be 10 pics(incloud 🦶pic)!!!

VIP等級1的福利這次加量為10張(包含🦶照)！

[argentior]

hey there. i'm another anonymous author on ao3 who's doing the same thing you are, sort of, in the sense that i posted a fic about the milkman under the anon label to keep it separate from other things. i do that for a lot of fics actually, but i digress. (i swear i use proper capitalization in them, lol.)

i just wanted to pop in here and just tell you how enthralling your writing is. like, seriously. it's kind of ridiculous how much i enjoy your prose—it reminds me of how i feel whenever i crack open the hannibal fandom tag. despite writing a fic in the category, i don't even simp for the milkman, and yet i tore through all of your fics in the collection in a matter of hours.

i dunno. i just felt like you deserved to know that you're doing really, really well, and you've gotten me invested in a series about a character and doppel and reader that generally speaking, i treat more as a facilitator for crazy introspective angst in my own work. your doppel POV and francis POV fics were so good that, despite not checking the series on the first, i legitimately recognized the style blind. then bookmarked the whole thing. i love how literally nobody in the series is 'normal'. i love how you write the insert character as attentive, focused, but human. i love how you write francis' apathy as a person who had no choice but to get used to seeing faces in a stagnant yet revolving door. i love how you write the doppelgänger, and the irrationality of a creature that only knows love as hunger.

you're killing it, is what i'm getting at. i hope you keep chugging along, my friend. this is what the medium is made for.

I am at a loss for words for your words which I wish to put up in a frame and smile at it forever. I don't know what to say other than thank you. Thank you for reading and enjoying it. Thank you for sharing what you thought of it.

I have never written for Hannibal. I know he's a cannibal and that's it. My previous fic experience from hyperfixations is DHMIS and Lies of P. I don't know if that says something about me. I also have a SinoAlice fic and Poppy Playtime fic on anon with separate tumblr accounts haha.

What are we doing here anon. Two weeks ago I knew nothing of That's Not My Neighbor. It has been 12 days and I've written like 20k words (17k if i cut out the verbatim repetition from povs). I honestly thought I'd make Perfect and never look at again. But then. Everyone was so nice and the brainrot increased. Where are we anon. (We are simps I think, for the setting and possibilities and potential if nothing else. )

Also YOUR SPELLING BETRAYS THEE

I know not this anon's preferred title but BEHOLD! The only fic that could match the description, the only anonymous fic I know that uses the characters as a vehicle for introspection and which spells doppelgänger with the screaming a with dots over it!!! Read it if you haven't it's so good and also leaves me speechless. The grief!!! The feels!!! It has a softer doppelganger that I also quite enjoy and so many little sad moments. I beg of whoever stumbles upon my blog to read it!!! Also to mind the tags because HOO BOY they are Tags.

This too, is a shining, wonderful piece of fanfiction. May it prosper through the ravenous attention of simps and nonsimps alike.

[yunwooz]

okay okay hi i am so sucky at replies and life has been kicking my butt!! sdjklfhasdjf but yes hi!!

that's understandable sjdfasjdklf i don't have much time to play myself so i usually consume all souls content through dist sadlkfjsdgf which probably affects my opinion buuut steelrising still... didn't really catch my eye sadjkfjdsfh and from what you're saying, sheesh, they need to work on their fucking attitude if they wanna get bigger lmao

ff games are a big hit or miss imo!! after the disaster that ff15 ended up being (affectionate) sadjfhasdjkfh i didn't have much hope for ff16 judging by the war centered medieval setting you know?? it just... seemed off sajdfdsjkfh but the demo man. the demo man. it showed POTENTIAL. and now i'm counting down days until i'm able to play it asdjfhdasfhsajdk you should try the demo if you want (and can, it's a ps5 exclusive), your sister is right about the game being phenomenal!!! just hope they'll solve the performance issues and add a toggle setting on fucking motion blur i swear. SJFHLSJFHADSJFH

from @get-lit 🧡🧡🧡

okay HI im so sorry im late to respond yet AGAIN UGH!! but I've also come fresh off watching my sister play many many hours of ff16 and holy hell it's phenomenal on every level i hope you're able to play soon bc the quality of every little aspect of the game is unreal... literally unreal.

the characters are incredible and the story as well as the graphics and all that they really did knock it out of the park in so many ways I would say they definitely redeemed themselves from the story of ff15 for sure. we haven't played all of them but she's done 7 14 15 and now 16 and I've watched a friend play 11 and 13 way way back in the day but 16 is definitely my fave of all the ones I've played and seen played and I'd say I've only seen like 30% of the game?? so maybe I'm biased by the freshness but it's also just really incredible SO!!! IDK!! one of my fave souls youtubers just released a video of new souls likes so I might scrounge that and see if there's anything worth looking into or check out the steam summer sale to find any good pc ones to play soon bc I need something to tide me over to lies of p 😥😥

[liftandtakeoffamari]

Ult Ghost MWII masterlists

Hi everyone. I wanted to make a master list for all of the people who cannot find Ghost Fanfics. This is also more for me to find and document them so I don't forget.

If you a creator are in here then congrats, i like your work. If not, I'll find it eventually.

DISCLAIMER: these are not my work and most characters are owned by Infinity Ward. Their names are there and underlined. Please follow their works and DO NOT COPY THEIR WORK, Thanks.

Also, keep in mind that most of these (or all) are slow burns and what I would consider realistic for the character (he’s still everyone’s Lil meow meow and bbg)

Example:

Creator (linked if more works) Favourite work/series (linked) Summary: summary of said work/series. Opinion: Honest ig. You don't have to care for my opinon.

Ghost x Reader

*highly recommend

killingick Greens Eyes, White Lies Summary: none. You hating a person for flirting w ghost. Ghost realises while yall smoke and va voom. OP: Very lit. There's a second part to it.

toshidou* Lighthouse for a Lost Comrade Summary: none. go down ˅˅˅˅ OP: like a headcanon for someone joining the 141 but e x p a n d e d.

Emma Lee Underground Summary: You and Ghost get trapped in an avalanche. OP: Legit couldn't find a favourite. Check em out shes great. She also does wholesome stuff and whump.

wakatshi untouchable Summary: none. You know the Ghost but you rarely see Simon. w smut OP: They have more working coming up. I like em. It wont let me link tho :(

frostyghosts REQUEST Summary: The 141 meets Simon's girlfriend and learns that opposites really do attract. OP: very cute. I love it alot.

levada* In Undertow Summary: none. you cocky betch said something provocative while ghost can hear it. OP: one of the best ones i read. Highly recommend. Theres a pt2.

foxxydevil Ch 1 - Alone with Him Summary: In the mission "Alone" Ghost and Soap get separated after being betrayed by Graves. What if you also survived? Hauled up in the churches towers looking over Las Almas you and Ghost do your best to stay distracted while helping Soap to survive. OP: I like.

sta4rsw1rlDying By The HandSummary: Task Force 141 had been ambushed during a mission and was then soon to be asked to train a new recruit for the team. They expect the soldier to fall into a certain category and get their hands full when they actually meet the soldier

mvtthewmurdvck keep you close Summary: he's pretty sure he's in love with you. not that he'll admit it, acknowledge it. OP: Haven't fully read it yet.

adiosmotherfck Find my Comfort in You Summary: He hopelessly fell, but you weren't that easy to read, leaving him thinking and wondering, until one partly successful mission changes everything between you two OP: Haven't read it yet.

bingobiongobongo something to be grateful for Summary: Ghost’s never celebrated Thanksgiving before. For one, he’s not even American, and two, he never had anything to be thankful for. But this year? This year he’s thankful for you. OP: can't find the ghost masterlist. Update found the maze

nsharks merry christmas, lieutenant Summary: soap runs into his lieutenant off-duty and meets the girl he’s been keeping secret (you). OP: ahhhhhh so cuteee but theres no master list. look for yourself :(

wttcsms* these eyes were made for lookin' at you (only you) summary: simon riley didn’t ask to be a hero, but he finds himself wanting to be yours. OP: the best of the best writers. love em honestly. support them

I am calm, dammit! The truth is out summary: Rumor has it you're a psychopath but Ghost begins to doubt it. When you end up on the run together, the truth eventually comes out about your mutual feelings. OP: I love it. Love. They don't have a masterlist but they have more Ghost and Soap fics

river-fics Who Is She? summary: You’re a mystery to the 141 Taskforce, no one knows your past or how you were recruited. To be honest they’re too scared to ask. OP: i like em. doesn't have a masterlist

circe69 Get closer summary: you have a nightmare about ghost dying so you make sure he's still breathing. fluffy cuddles. good stuff. OP: cute

soapyghost CAUGHT summary: none. wattpady ghost x reader OP: its okay

strikecommander The Choices We Make Pt.1 summary: In other words, a mission gone south turns the reader and Ghost to say things they don't mean, and things they do mean. OP: dam

Ghost Headcanons

p.s. they might have more headcanons!

cairdelunelove summary: ghost has noticed a lot of individualized quirks that you have and he'd hate to admit it but they're utterly attractive to him. headcanon edition! OP: they have more hc

sweetnothingtm request: i genuinely need simon to be so mean, like mocking and laughing when reader is is begging to cum and calling her names when he finds out she gets off on it. this man has actually ruined me OP:slay

mactavishwritings request: ghost confessing their feelings to the reader

moondirti request: ghost with a chronically ill partner OP: yes

Kewl Ghost drawings

crumbztoast

notnelle - unmasked

Made: November 2022 ish

Updated: 18 Nov 22 - aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi

[pastamic]

Please reblog!

I wasn't able to start my new job today as we have had to self isolate from someone in our household testing positive for covid (thankfully mine and my bfs results were both negative, thank you miss Dolly) but my bf hasn't been able to get money from donating plasma due to his heart rate being too high the last few times. And they apparently were anticipating firing me at the vet's office bc they gave me my last check that day (This was last week and it immediately went all to bills). We have to somehow find $400 to get our car turned into the insurance company to be fixed after the accident we were in ($50) and $288 to keep our car (that was what they finally settled on for an extension due to me losing my job was that amount up front within 10 days) and $62 for my cat's vet appt so he can go to his follow up for his eye. They thought it was lymphoma but after his antibiotics now we're not so sure and I'm just still really worried about him. It's also so we can buy food for them bc we're running out bc my last check literally went to paying $400 for the car and $80 for Nart's wellness plan but we're still in a hole bc that vet's office screwed me over so if anyone wants to donate to us or even spread this around that would be amazing bc we're kind of drowning rn and can't do much bc of self isolating. I've applied to unemployment but they're backed up as hell and there's a chance they lied about why I was fired since they seem to think I lied about whatever happened (a situation where some dogs got out of their kennel which has happened to everyone but because a client from a rescue saw I not only got screamed and cussed at, but fired. There's more context over on my twitter) and seemed to think I "lacked integrity" (I'm p sure it was related to me taking less hours due to my Disability and bc I'm autistic and they just wouldn't let me explain) My bf's paypal is @MPhillips120 if anyone wants to donate or spread it around. I can't even use my paypal bc my debit card account was closed without notice bc the vet's office didn't send back the overdraft when I paid it in October for the wellness plan so I'm kind of just dealing with a lot of financial nonsense and I really just wish it would stop. We both have job offers for pretty decent jobs but can't start them yet because we're still in mandatory isolation periods. I've even applied for pet food, litter, and medical assistance as well as rental and car assistance but a lot of places are so backed up that we haven't really heard back from anyone so if anyone can donate that would be amazing v.v Bf's paypal: MPhillips120

[bluemoondust]

I do have a question, if you'd like to answer it? Can you do some general headcanons for a yandere!Lucian? I don't see it often, despite there being potential there. Either way, have a nice day!

✧General Yandere Headcanons — Elite Four Lucian✧

Hello there! I honestly am very willing to write for him and any other characters that most don't really write about (which I find that a shame because as you said, there's potential there and reading his info, I wonder why people don't talk more about him). After writing concepts about him and other psychic specialists, I feel like I'll just end up writing a whole post about their yandere types like with the pokemon professors! Which sounds fun. I hope you enjoy this and also have a wonderful day!

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior and Thinking, Slight Mentions of Stalking, Slight Manipulation and Gaslighting

To start things off, Lucian is an extremely patient man. So much so that it is deemed scary at how calm and put together he is no matter how stressful the situation is. Though I will mention that he does have his moments, but those are rare because he has books to keep himself in check. He isn't immune to feelings of anxiousness, but he knows to evade them.

Putting that to the side, I can definitely see him as a very lucid yandere. To add on, he probably saw the signs coming and just waited to see what this would result in. You certainly were a unique person in his eyes, but did that go further? There's more to it, he knows, and he wants to witness for himself. Lucian deems himself to be capable of keeping his mentality, actions, and emotions in check so he doesn't worry about being a threat in the slightest. That's why he's so aware and okay with his yandere traits.

He also gives off obsessive type vibes, but not to an extreme extent where it can drive you away or make one uncomfortable (unless his type of obsessing does do so). Lucian finds himself staring at you often, watching every action you take with high interest. It does distract him from reading, which is a little unfortunate he'll admit, but at least it isn't a strenuous distraction. Can confidently say it's a welcomed distraction.

Certainly will try to get closer to you rather than just get antsy and take you away. Again, he's very patient and doesn't mind pining over you for a while. The amount of time just fuels his love for you even more. Because of this, with how much you've spent time with him, he'll gather any form of info on you. Whether it be the little habits you possess or the places you like to visits. It's all in his extensive mental archive he has on you. He makes sure not to let his knowledge on you slip up, because any mistake can cause a domino affect.

You'll soon become an open book to him, even though future chapters haven't been revealed yet. Even so, he really enjoys the time spent with you, and drinks up anything new he learns along the way. And you're none the wiser to what lies beneath his politeness and charm. It makes him wonder how and when you'll find out. Lucian doesn't want you figuring things out, but it does get the gears in his head running on the possibilities.

Oh, and he definitely does use his senses to keep track of you. It's more of a precaution for himself rather than just trying to see where you usually go. Lucian may have high trust and belief in his skills and wit, but at times there's a nagging speck of doubt he gets. This is why he tends to want to have absolute attention on reading; it allows him to pin his focus on one thing so wandering thoughts don't mess with critical thinking. Though, you also manage to do the same, and he wonders if it can either go well or badly in that case.

If you should show the slightest signs of suspicion upon his intentions, Lucian is not against a bit of manipulation and giving you self doubt. He won't outright guilt trip you, but he will make sure your assumptions are proven wrong; all the while accepting your apologies despite the fact that you were actually right. I mean, with how much praise he's given as a member of the Sinnoh Elite Four, why on earth would you even give this man a shred of doubt? You may feel like you're in control of the situation, but that's what Lucian wants you to believe.

[nightshadeshadow123]

Misbehaving (Cordelia Goode)

Cordelia misbehaves and tease you and you reach breaking point and punish your all too good Supreme. This part is a little shorter than most and most probably shitty. This idea was in my mind for a while but I've finally managed to figure out a story.

Taglist: @coconutlipss​ 😉💜❤

It was a rather boring day at the academy, and also mostly quite after Madison have suggested a girls day out into town, the only ones at the academy is you, Cordelia, Misty, Queenie and Myrtle.

The latter three claiming they wanted to escape Madison for a while but you knew all too well the real reason why Myrtle stayed behind, her constant need to make sure you and Cordelia were safe after witch hunters attacked the two of you and you ended up almost dead by protecting Cordelia from most of their attacks. The older red headed witch became like a older sister figure to you and Cordelia and protective most times.

You were sitting outside practicing spells while Misty and Queenie where inside somewhere after leaving you, deciding that they wanted to try and bake some cupcakes and what not before the others returned while Myrtle was lurking about and you'd occasionally catch a glimpse of her trying to subtly check up on you before scurrying off to check up on the blonde Supreme.

"Hey love." You heard a familiar warm voice said and seconds later warm arms wrapping around your waist after the blonde woman sat behind you, nuzzling your shoulder.

You opened one eye to look at her as she leaned over your shoulder, giving her a hint of a smile.

"Hello again gorgeous." You said back before focusing your attention back on the spell you are doing.

Cordelia watched for a few moments before speaking up again.

"What spell are you practicing?" She asked softly, picking up one of the black candles that you have in a circle, dark eyes scanning over the intricate designs it have carved in.

You shot her a annoyed look for breaking your concentration and the circle.

"HEY! I was in the middle of a spell and now I have to start all over again." You glared daggers but softened when she shot you a apologetic look.

"I'm sorry love." She wrapped her arms around you again and kissed your cheeck affectionately.

You smiled and rubbed against one side of her cheek.

"It's alright. Just a little black magic spell...well nothing too bad." You assured her.

She hummed, pressing a few more kisses against your cheek before trailing them down towards your neck where she proceed to left wet marks on your skin, causing you to moan and lean back against her shoulder, eyes shut.

Suddenly she pulled away from your neck and kissed you on the lips, one of her hands sneaking into your pants and rubbing against your panty covered core.

You let out a moan, leaning into her, your eyes falling shut.

Suddenly Cordelia got pulled her hand away, kissing you on the cheek before getting up.

You snapped your eyes open to look at your girlfriend, a confused look.

Cordelia gave you a teasing smile. "I have to go. I have a few things I have to take care of in the greenhouse."

"You tease." You grumbled, shooting her a playful glare while she smiled innocently at you while pushing a strand of her blonde locks behind her ear.

"See you later my love." She said before turning and walking to the greenhouse not so far away.

You almost had half a mind to follow her and get back at her but you stopped yourself. 'Maybe later I'll get her back for this.'

A hour and a half hours later you were in your and Cordelia's shared bedroom, sitting at a dark wooden desk, looking over a few papers that you haven't gotten time to earlier and a few letters from your older sister that you haven't seen in a long while after she left on what she claims to be a 'important' but secret mission that she couldn't tell you about just yet.

Twenty minutes into you writing down a fee things the door to the room swung open, breaking you away from your concentration and looking up with a annoyed huff, immediately assuming it's Madison just bursting in to drag and brag on about her day out with the others.

"Madison if you are going to a pain find another time to-"you began but stopped when seeing it's only your beautiful girlfriend.

"Delia?" You smiled warmly, relaxing back into your chair and folding your hands across each other, eyes focused on her face as she walked in, closing the door behind her.

"Sorry, I just thought it was Madison that wanted to be a pain in my side like always." You spoke up.

Cordelia gave you one of her radiant smiles as she moved over to you.

"It's alright. And I don't blame you for assuming that, she just always loves to burst in on you at anytime. But they still aren't back and knowing Madison she have probably dragged the othersnout to a bar or something."

Cordelia gave you kiss on the forehead before giving you one on the lips, her soft hands cupping your cheeks when you returned her kiss as she leaned over the side of your chair.

As the kiss began to grow deeper and more passionate, her hand slip down your body and into your pants again, fingers skimming over your clip and folds teasingly, gathering the sticky wetness there.

You squirmed a little, thrusting against her hand while letting out a soft sigh against her plum lips.

"Hmm, someone's still a little excited from earlier." Cordelia mused into your ear, fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit when you spread your legs a little more for her.

You leaned to her and planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth, keeping your lips there while you mumble. "Can you blame me? You were teasing me and left without finishing what you've started."

The blonde gave you a innocent smile, her fingers now rubbing your nub causing you to moan and arch your back a little, the fire in your stomach growing stronger every second under her hand, the wetness between your legs coating her fingere even more.

"Oh, you wanted to finish back then. I'm sorry I didn't know and I had things to do." She lied in a husky tone.

"Then finish it now." You suggested before smashing your lips to hers, kissing her hard and slipping your arm around her waist and pulling her closer until she's almost on top of you.

Cordelia kissed you back for a moment before breaking away from it, panting slightly as she looked to your desk and the papers on it.

"What were you doing before I got here?"

You planted your lips on her shoulder blade, your teeth slightly grazing it causing her to shiver slightly.

"Just checking over papers and writing back to my sister." You murmured against her soft pale flesh, moving one of your hands up to grope her clothed breast over her white blouse.

Cordelia leaned against you for a moment before pulling away, taking your soft hand in hers.

"Then I should let you get back to it. I wouldn't want to distract you." The blonde teased, moving away slowly while biting her lip to stop a smirk.

You let out a frustrated huff, gripping her hand firmly and pulling her back and spinning her around, firmly pulling her until she's sitting on top of your lap, still facing you with her legs on either side of you.

"You aren't going anywhere Miss Supreme." You gripped her clothed hips, feeling her breath against your cheek and her fast heartbeat against your shoulder.

She could feel the heat already pulsating to her core, she loved it when you get rough with her.

With the snap of your fingers you're pants are off and Cordelia's favourite strapon now securely on you.

Cordelia let out a silent gasp when the long thick silicone member connected with the warm flesh of her upper thigh where her skirt have ridden up.

With another snap of your fingers her blouse and black skirt along with her soaked panties disappeared, leaving her completely naked on tip of your lap.

"Fuck me." She whimpered out, the heat and wetness between her legs becoming unbearable as you rubbed the tip of the member through her soaked folds, gathering her wetness on it while watching her through with dilated eyes as she rubbed herself against the silicone member, trying to get you to slip it into her aching core.

"P-please. Don't tease." She whined as you prodded her entrance with the tip but pulling it away completely when she tried to get it inside of her.

You chuckled lowly at her whines and pleas, your hands going to her waist and sinking your nails into her soft flesh and pulling her down until she've fully sunked down on it to the hilt.

Her mouth fall open in a silent gasp at the unexpected move, brown eyes screwed shut tightly as she sat still to try and allow her walls to adjust to being fulled to the brim so suddenly.

"What's the matter almighty Supreme? Cat caught your tongue?" You husked out, watching her with lust clouding your eyes.

"Shit." She finally managed to get out after shifting around to adjust a bit, her hands moving to grip your shoulders.

You pulled her into a sloppy kiss, biting her lower until you drew a tinge of blood, sucking her lower lip into into your mouth, tasting the ivory steely substance while begin to move her hips slowly up and down as she begin to ride you.

Cordelia let out a whimper soon followed by a moan her lips moving against yours eagerly, groaning lowly when your tongue forced it's way into her mouth and dominating hers immediately.

She could feel the familiar feeling of pleasure coiling in her lower stomach fast but she needed more.

"F-faster." She panted out.

"If you are going to act like a tease then you are going to get fucked by my strapon like you are one." You growled out, grabbing a fist full of Cordelia's blonde locks and jerking her head back, starring into her dilated lust fulled brown eyes as she let out a moan as you gripped her hip tighter with your other hand, thrusting the dildo into her everytime she sunk her hips down to ride it.

Cordelia digged her nails into your shoulders, drawing blood and biting down on her lower lip.

You tugged her lower lip from between her teeth with your mouth, sucking it into your mouth instead causing her to moan weakly as you swallowed down her muffled sounds.

"Don't hold those sounds in." You told her after pulling away from the messy kiss.

"B-but what if the ot-hers hear?"

"Then let them. I don't care. All I care about now is making you feel good." You moved her hips faster, rubbing her hip gently while playing with her neck hair, occasionally tugging on it.

She could already feel her high approaching fast, her walls already starting to grip around the silicone member.

Cordelia let the moans and whimpers fall from her lips freely now as you ducked on her neck, leaving a few marks while kissing towards her tits that is bouncing with every thrust you and her make.

You took one nipple into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it and then tugging it slightly with your teeth, repeating this action a few times before switching to her other breast to give it the same attention while moving the hand on her hip to her leg, trailing your fingers over the smooth skin before moving it towards her soaked center, rubbing between her dripping folds with two fingers, your thumb slowly rubbing her nub in slow circles that have her moaning louder, your name falling from her lips between moans and whimpers, thrusting up into her faster as her nails dig into your shoulders once again before.

"(Y/N), yes! Just like that. Please don't stop." She panted, moving her hips faster, just teetering on the edge now as she moved her arms to wrap around your neck.

"My my, what a dirty Supreme you are. What will the girls say if they find you like this?" You hissed out, grabbing her by the hair and jerking it backwards, trailing hungry kisses up her neck once again as she moaned out desperately, arms tightening around your neck.

Cordelia couldn't bring herself to respond but even if she could she would've been cut off by falling over the edge, her walls fluttering around the silicone member as she came hard with your name falling from her lips, her juices coating the strapon and dripping onto your inner thighs.

She slowly stopped moving, resting her head in the crook of your neck while she panted, trying to catch her breath and resting through the after wave of euphoria.

You trailed your hands over ass, trailing them up her back in a soothing manner while you plant soft kisses on her hairline, nuzzling there with your face and inhaling the soft fruity smell of of her shampoo.

After catching her breath Cordelia pulled away from your neck, sitting still with the dildo still in her as she looked into your eyes, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"That was nice." Cordelia said with a chuckle after pulling away from the kiss, looking down at you again.

You only hummed in agreement, hands moving to grip her hips again as you pushed her off of you and got up and proceed to bend her over your desk.

"I'm far from done with you love." You husked into her ear, biting it softly as you leaned over her back, your hair falling onto her back and shoulders, the strands feeling like silk against her pale skin while you used your knee to spread her legs, one hand guiding the dildo to her soaked entrance once again.

"Now let's see just what a good submissive Supreme you can be. You think you can take another round for me?" You spoke lowly, slipping the tip into her entrance as she squirmed in want and need, already feeling desperate for another release.

"Yes please." Was all you needed to hear before sinking into her again.

-End

Sorry for this shitty smut part, honestly I'm not the best when it comes to writing smut.

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Do u have the list of songs the inner circle had on their website pls? I cant fond them anywhere ...

Do u have the list of songs the inner circle had on their website cant find them anywhere....

I do! I saved all the HTMLs when they "announced" folklore.

:readmore:

Taylor Demos

*A Little More Like You (Swift)

Acting Like a Boy (Swift / Rose) A

All Night Diner (Swift / Rose) A

All of the Girls (Swift) S

American Boy (Swift) A

Angelina (Swift) A

Anymore (Swift) A

Baby Blue (Swift)

*Beautiful Day(s) (Swift)

Being With My Baby (Swift / Beavers) S & A

Better Off (Swift / Orrall) S

*Bother Me (Swift)

*Boys and Love (Swift / Burke-Green)

Brand New World (Swift) A

Brought Up That Way (Swift / Hyler) Sx2 & A

By the Way (Swift / Beavers / Ruttan) A

Can I Go With You (Swift / McElrath) S

*Castles Crumbling (Swift)

Check Out This View (Swift / Rose) A

Closest To a Cowboy (Swift / Vaughn) A

Cross My Heart (Swift) S

Dark Blue Tennessee (Swift / Orrall) Sx2

Diary of Me (Swift / Brophy / J. Vassar) S

Didn't They (Swift) A

Don't Hate Me For Loving You (Swift) A

Don't You (Swift / James) P

Down Came the Rain (Swift / Ruttan) S

*Drama Queen (Swift / Johnson)

Fall Back On You (Swift) A

*Fire (Swift)

Firefly (Swift / Harrington / Pierce) A

*Foolish One (Swift)

For You (Swift) A

*Gail's Song (Swift)

*Go Slow (Swift)

Goodbye Butterfly (Swift) A

Gracie (Swift / Rose) A

*Half-Way to Texas (Swift)

*Heaven (Swift)

Her (Swift / Rose) A

*His Lies (Swift)

Honey Baby (Swift) S

*Houston Rodeo (Swift)

I Bet You Think About Me (Swift / McKenna) A

*I Can See You (Swift)

Taylor Demos (cont.)I Know What I Want (Swift) S

I Used to Fly (Swift) A

I Wished On a Plane (Swift / Laird) A

I'd Lie (Swift) S

*I'm Looking Out For You (Swift)

In the Pouring Rain (Swift) A

*It's Still You (Swift / Monroe)

Just South of Knowing Why (Swift / Orrall) S

*Kid in the Crowd (Swift)

Let's Go (Swift) S

Live For the Little Things (Swift) A

Long Time Going (Swift / Warren Bros.) S

Look At You Like That (Swift / Rose) A

Love They Haven't Thought Of Yet (Swift) A

Love To Lose (Swift / Rose) A

Lucky You (Swift) Sx2

Made Up You (Swift / Rose) A

Making Up For Lost Love (Swift) S

Mandolin (Swift) A

*Mary Jo (Swift)

Matches (Swift / Rose) A

Me and Britney (Swift / Vaughn) A

*Mr. Perfectly Fine (Swift)

My Cure (Swift) S & A

My Turn to Be Me (Swift) A

Nashville (Swift) S - new industry CD source

Need (Swift) S

Need You Now (Swift / Orrall) S

Never Fade (Swift) A

Never Mind (Swift / Rose) Sx2 & A

*None of the Above (Swift / Heeney)

*Not One Day (Swift)

*Nothin New (Swift)

*One More Day (Swift)

The One Thing (Swift / Rose) S

*One-Sided Goodbye (Swift)

Perfect Have I Loved (Swift / Rose) A

Permanent Marker (Swift / Hanson / Brophy) S

Point of View (Swift) A

Pretty Words (Swift / Carusoe) S

R-E-V-E-N-G-E (Swift / Bogard / Stover) S

Rain Song (Swift / Rose / Maher) A

Taylor Demos (cont.)*The Reason Why (Swift / Harris)

*Ride On (Swift)

Same Girl (Swift) A

*Scream (Swift / Cantor / Marr)

Smokey Black Nights (Swift) Sx2

*Someone Just Told Me (Swift)

*Someone Loves You (Swift)

Songs About You (Swift / Buxton / Shaw) S

Spinning Around (Swift) A

Stupid Boy (Swift / Rose) A

Sugar (Swift) A

Sweet Tea & God's Graces (S / Rose / Maher) S & A

Tell Me (Swift / Rose) S & A

Ten Dollars and a Six-Pack (S / Rose / Maher) S & A

Tennessee (Swift) A

That's Life (Swift) A

That's When (Swift / Warren Bros.) A

Thinkin' Bout You (Swift / Rose / Chely Wright) P

Thirteen Blocks (Swift / Carusoe) S

This Here Guitar (Swift) A

This Is Really Happening (Swift / Sanders) S & A

This One's Different (Swift / Jenkins) A

Til Brad Pitt Comes Along (Swift / Lindsey / Mayo) A

*Timeless (Swift)

*Today (Swift)

*Too Beautiful (Swift)

Under My Head (Swift) A

Wait For Me (Swift) Sx2

We Were Happy ( Swift / Rose) S & P

Welcome Distraction (Swift / Warren Bros.) S

What Do You Say (Swift / Orrall / Petraglia) S

What to Wear (Swift) S

Who I've Always Been (Swift / Rose / Maher) S & A

*Wonderful Things (Swift)

*You (Swift)

You All Over Me (Swift / Carusoe) S

You Do (Swift / Rose / Chapman) A

You Don't Have to Call (Swift) Sx2

*You Walk Away (Swift)

Your Anything (Swift) A - not the common live version

Your Face (Swift) S

*Your Picture (Swift)

They DON'T have the ones with the asterisk. Keep in mind that this list has some errors: Boys and Love is fake, The Reason Why is an alternative title of This Is What You Came For, Taylor didn't write Diary Of Me, and Nathan Chapman didn't co-write You Do. Wildflower is missing. For the album demos you can go here.

[smegdwarf]

But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 9

A/N: 3 chapters in 3 days holy crapoly!

Warnings: This chapter does get a little tense (Rimmer has a breakdown) and I guess some implied smut 😏

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves :p

"What do you want me to do?" Rimmer shouted after you as he chased you down the corridor.

"Well for a start you need to tell Lister what you've done with Kochanski's disc?" You stood with your arms crossed.

"I can't tell him, he'll flush me out of an airlock" Rimmer  was full of panic about possibly losing you "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I understand why you did it but you need to tell him!" You spoke sternly as you walked off, turning back after a few steps "and until you do ...I'm off limits"

Despite telling him not to worry about you he quite clearly was, it also wasn't long before the others picked up on the tension between you two,  hoping that distancing yourself from him would make him act quicker.

"Morning!" You smiled as you walked into Starbug's cockpit, standing next to Rimmer's chair as he looked at you a little upset that you weren't being your usual self, leaning against his chair.

"Krytes found a derelict on the scanner, thought we'd check it out before we head home" Lister smiled, clearly Rimmer hadn't told him yet.

"Sleep well?" Rimmer tried to spark conversation.

"Yeah fine thanks" You didn't even look at him as you sat down in Cat's seat, the feline must've already been on his second nap of the day, after all he has prepare for his main snooze.

"Is everyting ok ma'am?" Kryten asked as you turned to smile at him.

"Ooh trouble in paradise?" Lister smirked as Rimmer squirmed in his seat.

"No we're fine aren't we Arnie?" You smiled at Rimmer who was completely confused by your behaviour.

"Sure" He gave you a half hearted smile.

"Right bring her in Listy, I'll go wake up Cat" You patted Lister on the shoulder.

"Good luck!" Lister laughed.

"I don't need luck Listy!" You smirked as you left.

Before long you were all on the derelict, creeping quietly through the ship as the scanner in your hands lit up.

"Hmm theres life signs" You grumbled, Kryten peering over your shoulder to look at the scanner.

"Suggest we split into two groups" Kryten suggested "We're more of a target together"

"Kryten lets go!" Rimmer turned to leave as you shot your arm out in front of him.

"Krytes take Cat and Lister ...goalpost head is with me" You replied straight faced as the others walked off.

"I don't think the name calling was necessary?" Rimmer grumbled as you walked on.

It didn't take long for Rimmer to get frustrated with the silent treatment as you continued to walk round quietly, consistently monitoring the scanner in your hand.

"I know you're angry that I lied about Kochanski's disc and that you're off limits but you could at least talk to me" Rimmer finally broke the tension.

"You still haven't told him have you?" You asked not taking your eyes away from the scanner.

"I will tell him, but I want you to stop ignoring me" Rimmer replied as you stopped him at the end of the corridor buzzed.

"Can we talk about this later?" You whispered.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" He asked.

"Shh" You shushed him as you brought your finger to your lips.

"Y/N?" With a swift swing of your arm your hand was plastered over Rimmer's mouth.

"Take this and keep that" You whispered as pointed to his mouth and handed him the scanner "quiet!"

Your hand over his mouth was the only touch he had received from you since he confessed about the holo disc and while it wasn't exactly what he wanted ...it was still something and if it weren't for you holding a loaded bazookoid he would've had you against the wall with his lips firmly against yours. Those thoughts were knocked straight out of his mind by the sound of you firing the bazookoid although he was shocked to see the life form you had been tracking frozen in its tracks instead dead in a heap on the floor.

"How did you...? The bazookoids can't..." Rimmer couldn't quite finish a full sentence.

"I'm an engineer and we're 3 million years into deep space ...I get bored alright" You grumbled as you went over to the frozen creature "Niiice"

"I only asked" Rimmer muttered  "What is it?"

"Some sort of transforming mutant" You pondered over it, resisting the urge to poke and prod it. For all you knew it could be poisonous or toxic.

"Polymorph?" Rimmer asked.

"A polymorph transforms into to different objects to blend with its surroundings" You looked at the mutant curiously "This simply turns itself invisible"

"Well what does it do?" Rimmer was growing impatient.

"I think I know" You smiled "But I'll need to Kryten to confirm"

"Meanwhile we're going to stay here with this thing ...how long will it stay frozen for?" Rimmer was starting to panic at the thought of hanging around an unknown mutant.

"Hey Krytes we've found the life form, we're at the end of B deck" You spoke into your watch.

"On our way ma'am" Kryten's voice replied through the watch.

With the derelict not even being a quarter of the size of the dwarf it didn't take long for the other 3 to find you. Rimmer was sat on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs stretched out sulking while you were completely fascinated by the creature you had frozen.

"Is that it?" Lister asked as he spotted that it was frozen "Have you been modifying things again?"

"So what if i have? shoot me" You smiled as Lister chuckled "What do you think Kryten?

Before Kryten could answer the frozen mutant broke free, transforming into a huge green skinny monster, spitting as it hissed at you all.

"It's a psy-mutant" Kryten could just about be heard over the screeching.

"What the hell is a psy-mutant?"  Lister shouted.

"Much like a psy-moon, a psy-mutant feeds of a persons pysche and transforms into their strongest negative emotion" Kryten explained.

"So who's it feeding of?" Rimmer asked as everyone locked and loaded their bazookoids.

"You  sir!" Kryten answered as everyone sighed and rolled their eyes ...of course it was.

"Arnie ...thats your jealousy!" You looked at Rimmer and you could've sworn that had he been alive and had a heart you would've seen it drop to the floor, he never meant for this, he knew his jealousy was a problem but he never meant for it to become everyone else's problem.

"What have you got to be jealous about?" Lister growled as Rimmer became paralysed by the fear and guilt of being confronted by his jealousy.

"Should we shoot?" Cat asked.

"The bazookoids won't touch it" You sighed "The only way to defeat this thing is if you let it out"

"Let it out?" Rimmer looked at you a little confused but mostly terrified.

"If you keep this all bottled up, that thing will keep munching on it and we wont stand a chance but if you just say whats on your mind, let everything out thats causing your jealousy it wont have anything to feed on and we can kill it" You explained "I know its difficult Arnie but its the only way"

"I c..can't" Rimmer stuttered, the both of you knew it wasn't just his jealousy it was feeding on, it was slurping up his guilt too.

"Rimmer you need to tell him now" You looked at him, your eyes glistening over as you knew that what was about to happen was going to torture him "You'll feel so much better Arnie I promise"

"I'm so sorry" Rimmer looked at you with so much guilt and sorrow in his eyes as tears fell down his cheek.

"Don't worry about me, its Lister you need to talk to" You had almost forgot about the others watching you "Tell him Arnie"

"Tell me what?" Lister grew concerned.

"I..I ...I flushed Kochanski's disc out of an airlock" Rimmer stuttered as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, the jealousy monster letting out a loud screech as it took a hit.

"Ah ...this is awkward" Lister looked at the floor.

"What do you mean?" You asked as you anticipated his answer, he already knew and had already plotted his revenge unbeknown to anyone else.

"I already knew about that ...and in retaliation  ...I might have flushed your revision time tables" Lister replied as a small smile formed on Rimmer's face.

"I suppose thats fair" Rimmer sighed.

"Ok I'm glad thats all sorted but that green gooey thing is still here" Cat reminded them.

"I said everything why is it still here?" Rimmer asked.

"Because thats not everything is it Arnie?" You spoke softly "Maybe it would be easier if you three gave us a moment"

"Are you sure?" Lister asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry I'll kick its arse if I need too" You smiled as he nodded and lead the others away "Arnie you can do this"

"I don't want to think about it" Rimmer scrunched his eyes closed.

"Arnie you can do this" You spoke softly and calmly.

"No I can't" He shook his head as he fought back the tears.

"Yes you can" You smiled as you turned him away from the creature,  cupping his face in your hands "I know you can"

"Why are you with me?" Rimmer started to break down.

"Because I love you" You could feel the tears fighting to escape your own eyes.

"I'm out of my mind, I'm a jealous good for nothing waste of space" Rimmer sniffed as you let his forehead rest against yours "If I didn't have such a problem with getting the breaks, if I didn't get jealous every time someone else was happy, if I just shut myself away from the world maybe this wouldn't have happened, I'm not supposed to be happy, things aren't meant to go my way. I don't deserve anything"

"You know thats not true" You sobbed as you heart ached listening to Rimmer completely breakdown.

"Even my own parents didn't like me or my brothers" Rimmer kept his eyes shut tight.

"None of the way you're feeling right now is your fault Arnie" You kept your voice quiet so only he could hear you "It's not your fault you were treated so poorly, you do deserve to be happy ...more than anyone"

"Then why does everyone treat me so badly?" Rimmer sobbed, it felt strangely relieving for him to be so open and vulnerable and not be shot down further, his legs began to give way underneath him as he fell to the floor. Dropping down beside him and wrapping him up in your arms, gently rocking him back and forth as he cried. He hadn't even noticed the mutant had gone.

"Unfortunately some people are just awful" You spoke softly in his ear before placing a much awaited kiss next to the 'h' on his forehead "and those people don't deserve you in their lives"

"Please never leave me" Rimmer looked up at you, his eyes glossy and his cheeks puffy and red.

"That never even crossed my mind Arnie" You smiled as Rimmer's lips started to curl.

"I love you" Rimmer sniffed as his hand found its way to your cheek.

"I love you too Arnie" You smiled as you helped him up off the floor "Lets get you back to Starbug"

"The mutant's gone?" It was only now that Rimmer remembered why they were there.

"You defeated it!" You grinned as he chuckled "Come on lets get out of here"

Once back on Starbug with the others Rimmer opted to go to bed, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

"I'll wake you up when we're back on the dwarf alright" You smiled sweetly as you leant down to kiss him on the cheek before turning off the lights and going back to the rest of crew. 

Thankfully you weren't that far away so it wasn't long before you were back home. You assumed Rimmer had gone to his bunk to go back to sleep as you curled up in yours to read, so when he suddenly appeared in your door way at 3am you were a little surprised.

"I thought you were sleeping" You smiled as he stood in the doorway  with his hands behind his back.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep" Rimmer spoke quietly.

"Lister not up? It's not his bedtime yet?" You asked "Are you coming in?"

"He's happily munching on a curry I brought up for him" Rimmer looked down at the floor "And I didn't want to over step boundaries"

"Are you ok?" You looked at him a little concerned " Come in I won't bite ...not this time"

"Its nothing, just feeling a little bad about what happened and I know he flushed my timetables but I wanted to do something to say sorry" Rimmer blushed as he walked into your quarters "I mean he is my friend after all"

"Are you sure you're ok?" You laughed as Rimmer chuckled "Don't worry I won't tell him you called him your friend"

"Thanks" Rimmer smiled, revealing the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back "These are for you"

"Where on io did you get these from?" You grinned as he handed them to you "They're gorgeous!"

"Kryten has been working in the botanical gardens, he let me take some flowers to make you a bouquet ...I should show you some time you'll love it" Rimmer was babbling, pleased to see you smiling.

"Thank you Arnie!" You smiled at him as you filled an empty red plastic cup with water to put the flowers in.

"Thank you for putting up with me" Rimmer mumbled.

"What are you muttering about?" You laughed a little as you raised your eyebrow at him.

"After what I put you through over the last couple of weeks, you're still here" Rimmer had gone back to the nervous, innocent person when you first started dating.

"You don't give up on someone you love" You gently took his hand in yours.

"Even if they're as messed up as me?" Rimmer's eyes finally met yours.

"I love you no matter what, you know that" You smiled as you stared into the chocolate brown eyes staring back at you.

"I really don't deserve you" Rimmer eyes lit up as he smiled.

"Hey no more putting yourself down ok?" You gently squeezed his hand "Promise?"

"Promise!" Rimmer chuckled.

"Now are you going to kiss me or not?" You smirked as Rimmer took off his jacket and threw it to the side of the room, after a little over two weeks of not being able to touch, hold or kiss you he was definitely a little touch starved.

"I thought you'd never ask" Rimmer grinned as he held your face in his hands, feeling his body press against yours as he brought you into the most passionate kiss he had ever given you or anyone for that matter, his arms dropping to your waist, sitting perfectly at the bottom of your back as you let your hands rest on his chest, feeling each other smile between kisses "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"I already assumed you would" You laughed as you brought him into another kiss.

"I love you" Rimmer replied softly as he took your hand in his and walked you over to the bed as you both sat down.

"I love you too Arnold Judas Rimmer" You smiled sweetly, his face lighting up like a child on christmas as you said the words. Delicately tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his fingertips he leant in to kiss you again, his arm around your waist as you both slowly fell down onto your bunk.