#even when someone gave me a tip on how to it dynamically i only made it as far as before

[trekkerac]

i got cycling for my legs and i got climbing for all over, now i just need a third physical activity for my weak noodle arms, which might just fall off

[hitoshitoshi]

Telekinesis [Caleb x Fem!Reader 18+]

Summary:

Caleb bullies you for hours with his cock.

Or

Caleb puts his Telekinesis Evol to use.

Word Count: 1.3k words.

Tags: Inappropriate use of Evol, Power Dynamics, Consensual Sex, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Deepthroating

“Ah, ah, ah, Pipsqueak, don’t even think about it.”

Caleb was so mean — the meanest of the mean. You would think that someone who was part of the Deepspace Aviation Administration would be more put together outside of his work, but you were dead wrong. Because here Caleb was, leaning back on his gaming chair playing games online with his friends, headphones in, with a handsome smirk on his face as he was beating the other team round after round. And where were you? On his lap round after round.

Caleb replied to you, his voice brimming with a hint of condescension, masked with innocence and concern, "Well, Pipsqueak, it's not like you've been moving at all these past few hours. I've been doing that for you so you wouldn't get tired. I wouldn't ever let my darling Pipsqueak ever tire herself out." Caleb pressed his cheek against yours, his breath tickling your ear as he continued, "Plus, I want my Pipsqueak to feel good, yeah? You're gonna feel good for me?"

Your brain was already mush 3 hours ago, 10 rounds in, unable to think a single coherent thought as all you did was just moan and nod in agreement to Caleb's words. You always loved it when Caleb made you feel good. You always wanted to be good for Caleb. You just had to.

Caleb smirked as he gave you one last look before resuming his game, "That's my girl, Pipsqueak, just let your Caleb do all the work".

"Caleb," you whimpered out with your lips against Caleb's neck, tears were in your eyes with copious amounts of cum dripping from your spent pussy, your body moving up and down on his cock as though you were some doll. Well, you were, since Caleb was using his Telekinesis Evol to turn you into his cocksleeve— you looked pathetically ravishing. Just like how Caleb liked you to be. Caleb was so sweet to you outside of bed, yet he was the biggest bully ever in bed.

And you loved it. You loved it when Caleb would be like this to you — you loved being his toy. You loved it when he took control of your body and just let you feel. You loved how he could easily lift you up with his Evol so that only the tip of his cock was still in your pussy, and you loved it when he would drop you back down on his cock so that he would fill you up, so very deeply.

The contrast between the gentle caress of his cheek against yours and the relentless pounding of his cock inside you was driving you wild. Your overstimulated nerves sang with each thrust, each drop, each fill. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock, your body responding even as your mind floated in a haze of pleasure.

"Look at you, Pipsqueak," Caleb murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "So full of my cum, yet still so hungry for more. Aren't you greedy?" His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that had you seeing stars.

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a breathy whimper. Your fingers weakly clutched at his shoulders, not being able to do anything as you were drunk on his cock. Caleb chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

"Can't even speak, can you? That's okay, Pipsqueak. Your body tells me everything I need to know." His hand snaked between your bodies, finding your swollen clit with unerring accuracy. The touch was almost too much, your oversensitive clit throbbing under his long fingers. As Caleb continued to use his Evol to move you on his cock, his fingers worked your clit in tandem. The dual stimulation had you teetering on the edge of another orgasm, your fifteenth? Twentieth? You'd lost count hours ago.

"Come on, Pipsqueak," Caleb urged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "One more for me. I know you can do it. Be a good girl and come on my cock." His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, pushed you over the edge. Your vision whited out as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body convulsing in Caleb's arms. You felt him follow you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you, adding to the flood of cum already filling you. As you came down from your high, completely limp as you collapsed right on top of him, Caleb's Evol gently lifted you off his cock. You whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and bereft. But Caleb wasn't done with you yet.

"Shh, Pipsqueak," he soothed, his hand stroking your hair. "We're not finished. I think it's time we put that pretty mouth of yours to work, don't you?"

Your eyes widened at Caleb's words, a mixture of anticipation and exhaustion coursing through your body. Despite your fatigue, the thought of tasting him, of pleasing him further, sent a thrill down your spine. Caleb's Evol gently maneuvered you, positioning you between his legs. Your face was level with his still-hard cock, glistening with the mixture of your combined fluids. The musky scent of sex filled your nostrils, making your mouth water involuntarily.

"Open up, Pipsqueak," Caleb commanded softly, his hand tangling in your hair.

You obeyed without hesitation, your lips parting as Caleb guided his cock into your mouth. The familiar weight on your tongue, the salty-bitter taste of your mingled cum, had you moaning around him.

"That's it, Pipsqueak," Caleb groaned, his head falling back against the back of his chair. "Use that pretty little tongue of yours. Clean your Caleb up nice and good."

Your tongue swirled around his shaft, lapping up drop of cum on Caleb's cock — peppering sweet and soft kisses on his cock in between kitten-licks. Despite your exhaustion, you found yourself eagerly sucking and licking, driven by an insatiable desire to please him.

Caleb's Evol came into play once more, controlling the bobbing of your head on his cock. The pace was slow at first, allowing you to adjust, but soon picked up speed. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you relaxed into it, letting him use your mouth as thoroughly as he had used your pussy.

"Fuck, Pipsqueak," Caleb panted, his grip tightening in your hair. "You're so good for me. Such a perfect little cocksleeve, aren't you? First your pussy, now your mouth. I bet you'd let me use every hole if I wanted to, wouldn't you?"

You hummed in agreement around his cock, the vibrations causing Caleb to buck his hips, driving himself deeper into your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks, but they were tears of pleasure, of overwhelming sensation.

Caleb's other hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Look at me, Pipsqueak," he commanded softly. You raised your eyes to meet his, seeing the mixture of lust and affection in his gaze. "That's my girl. So beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock." Caleb's Evol increased the pace, fucking your mouth faster and deeper. You could feel him swelling on your tongue, and knew he was close to another release. Your own arousal built again, your neglected pussy clenching around nothing.

"Gonna cum, Pipsqueak," Caleb warned, his voice strained. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you? Be a good girl and don't waste a drop."

Moments later, Caleb's cock pulsed in your mouth, flooding it with his cum. You swallowed eagerly, your throat working to take every drop just as he'd commanded. The taste, the feeling of him using you so thoroughly, pushed you over the edge into another unexpected orgasm — you came untouched. As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Caleb gently withdrew from your mouth. Caleb's Evol lifted you once more, moving you to in his arms as he cradling you against his chest.

"Such a good girl for me," Caleb murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "My perfect little Pipsqueak."

A/N: No beta, no proofread, just horny. I just want Caleb to come home.

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[danikamariewrites]

OR OR OR (previous anon here) maybe someone (could be just one person like rhysand, or even like the whole inner circle idk) hears accidentally y/n call cassian or az daddy in front of them ? and reader is embarrassed bc they seem very innocent (just bc they're quiet tho, their daddy knows how they can be a little chatterbox behind closed doors) but the other person isn't mean, theyre just like, "damn, didnt know you had it in you" (& then cass/az growls at them not to make fun of his mate & sweeps her away, only to shower her w affection bc he def has a possessive/protective streak & she lowkey made him feel so strong & proud of himself & protective by saying that in front of everyone) OK yes sorry that was long but so uhm yeah

Forgot You Were Here

Cassian x reader

Note: While I already have an Azriel fic that has the same plot (it’s called Alone?) and I don’t like to do repeats anymore, you guys know I have a weakness for writing the softer side of Cassian. So I couldn’t help but indulge in this request 🤭

Warnings: ddlg relationship

Entering the River House the sound of Cassian’s laugh brings tears to your eyes. Today has been an incredibly shitty day, and all you want is to be wrapped in your mates arms.

You put away your bag and change into comfy clothes. Padding down to the study you find Cassian and Rhys deep in conversation. Smiles on their faces as they chat and sip at crystal glasses of Rhy’s good whiskey.

Cassian perks up in his chair, sensing you through the bond. He looks at you with a huge smile plastered on his face. It quickly turns into a confused frown when he spots the tears on your cheeks.

“Sweet pea, what’s wrong?” You sniffle as he pulls you to his chest. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, rubbing small circles with the tips of his fingers into your scalp. The other runs up and down your spine, stopping to press between your shoulder blades to relieve the tension you’ve been holding all day.

You bury your face in Cassian’s chest, wrapping your arms around his midsection. He coos sweet nothings at you, holding you tighter.

When Cassian holds you like this the whole world disappears. He makes you feel like nothing can get to you. Let the world try to rip you from him, Cassian will fight like hell to keep you safe and protected. When you’ve had a bad day like this being wrapped up in Cassian’s arms is the perfect place to be.

You lift your face to wipe your fresh tears away. “I think I wanna do what we talked about. But I feel bad. I don’t want you to think I’m quitting just because you gave me the easy way out.” Cassian shakes his head slowly, cupping your cheeks. “That is not what I think at all, y/n. I wouldn’t have told you to quit if I hadn’t noticed you suffering. I know you, my love.” You hug him tight again.

Cass kisses the top of your head and smiles. You’re so thankful to have him as your mate. To have someone that understands you and your unspoken needs takes the weight of the world off your shoulders.

“Come sit with me.” He guides you to the armchair he was just occupying. “Ok daddy.” As soon as the words leave your mouth your eyes land on Rhys. The High Lord's brows shoot up to his hairline, a wicked smirk on his lips as he looks from you to Cassian.

Your cheeks turn crimson from embarrassment. Your stomach drops and anxiety from letting your secret slip builds in your chest. The only downside to when Cassian cares for you like this is forgetting you’re around others. It’s extra embarrassing when no one knows about your dynamic. You can’t move. If you move or breathe wrong you might throw up. Rhys opens his mouth and your anxiety builds up into your throat.

“Well brother, I didn’t expect you and little y/n were so…adventurous.” Rhys winks at you making you blush harder. Cassian growls, his protective mate instincts kicking in. Puffing his chest out Cassian pulls you against his strong body.

Rhys holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I meant nothing by it. Feyre and I are also adventurous. I’m just glad you’re both happy.” Cassian lets out another growl before reluctantly loosening his hold on you to sit you on his chair.

Ignoring Rhys he turns to you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I got you something earlier, I’ll be right back.” You nod and give him a reassuring smile. Cassian gives Rhys a death glare before leaving the room.

You stare into the fire to avoid looking at Rhys. He clears his throat making you jump. Quickly looking at him you find Rhys staring. There’s no judgement in his gaze. “Go ahead, say what I know you’re thinking.” Rhys shakes his head. “Y/n, I have nothing to say. No insults, I swear.” You blink back another wave of tears at the sincerity in his voice. “You make Cassian very happy and I’m so thankful for that. He deserves that. Knowing he makes you equally as happy brings me joy.”

You give your friend a watery smile. “Thank you Rhys.” He nods and takes a sip of whiskey.

A moment later Cassian comes back with your favorite blanket and a small box with the logo of your favorite candy shop. Your face lights up at the sight of the treat.

Cass lifts you and wraps you in the blanket in one smooth motion. Sitting with you in his lap he plops the candy box on your lap. “Spoiling me,” you tease. Cassian kisses your cheek. “You’ve had a bad day, you deserve to be spoiled. And to eat whatever junk you want.”

You lean up to peck his lips. “Thank you daddy. I love you.” “Love you more, sweet pea.” Melting into Cassian you open the box to start picking at the candy. Cassian and Rhys’s conversation faded as you got lost in your own little world, safe and sound with Cassian.

[itsgrimeytime]

when someone yells at you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

"That was all your goddamn fault!"

And maybe it was just because you were tired, but something in you agreed with him -you knew you could do better than this.

"Look, okay, I'm sorry-" you tried -something weak and shaky in your tone (you were exhausted and all they were saying was making all of the noise in your head louder), "-I never meant to-"

"Fuck that," he hissed, "-you almost got us all killed with that fucking mistake. Don't you get that?!"

"It was just-" you started, slowly -words trying to come out properly.

"Just shut the fu-"

"What the hell is goin' on 'ere?" a voice boomed -southern drawl emphasized and tone unshaken: Rick Grimes.

He stepped in between the two of you.

You were exhausted, hands coming up to rub at your temples. Eyes were getting a little foggy and your lip was trembling, you couldn't falter. It could only make you lose respect in the grand scheme of things. You took a deep breath in.

"'Ey fucked up the whole run," the person explained, and you shrunk into yourself more, "-gave one wrong order, and fucking Nancy almost bit the goddamn bullet, Rick."

Rick just stared at him -something heavy in his gaze.

"You must not know shit 'bout this world," Rick scoffed, and you could see the slow steps of him approaching the man -you couldn't even remember his name, "-but every win 'ere's a hundred damn loses. Judgin' one person for a mistake, ya see, just ain't fuckin' wise."

"Somebody almost died, Rick," the man countered, "-don't you care about your people? Or have you lost that side of yourself too?"

Rick rushed forward then, grabbing the guy by his collar and raising him into the air. Your heart jolted into your throat.

"I'll feed you to the fuckin' walkers if ya keep talkin' like that."

The man seemed to falter, but you saw a gleam in Rick's eye. A dangerous gleam.

The group was already rocky as is, Rick didn't need to lose any respect. He didn't need to string out the dynamic further. One move and it'd tip.

"Rick," you insisted -hands wringing out in front of your chest, and his eyes almost immediately flashed to you, "-it's not worth it."

He seemed to lighten then, scanning over you. Maybe taking in your hands, or your hunched shoulders, or your blurry eyes. It was like his priorities switched, completely focused on you.

He let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground -he fumbled a little with his footing, "'Ey saved your life, remember 'at."

The man seemed shaken, swallowing thickly and blinking like he was trying to center himself. Rick merely focused entirely on you, heavy footfall bringing him right in front of you.

"Ya okay?" He spoke, soft and sweet -such a drastic difference from before that it made your head spin a little.

"I'm..." you echoed out, a little pathetically, "-I'm just exhausted, and being berated at like that doesn't really help."

Rick frowned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you elsewhere -voice low just for you, "C'mon, let's talk somewhere else."

"I'm just tired," you offered but it was weak, and he didn't seem at all moved by it, or even convinced.

He pulled you into his house, off the Alexandria streets -it was strangely empty. No Judith or Carl, and you briefly wondered where they were.

"Sit," he motioned to the couch.

You paused for a moment, "Rick, you don't have to do this-"

"Sit," he repeated.

You silently found yourself a spot, leaning into the arm of it -Rick joined you, barely a breath away. You weren't sure how to react. You were never really sure with Rick.

"If anybody pulls 'at shit again," he suddenly said -blue eyes solid as steel, "-you tell me, okay?"

"Rick-"

"No," he spoke, so solidly it made your voice stutter to a stop, "-nobody talks to ya 'at way and fuckin' gets away wit' it. Ya hear me?"

"Yeah, okay," you responded -softer, "-I get it."

"I don't mean to be-" he paused, turning to you with a much softer glance -blue eyes warm, "-look, Y/N. I really care about ya, and if somebody says shit 'bout you. They might as well be sayin' shit 'bout me."

"They weren't talking shit, Rick," you exhaled, and something in your voice shook, "-I fucked up. Bad."

"'At's not-" he sighed, scooting closer to you and with a solid breath taking your hand in his, "-Everybody fucks up, ain't no reason to dwell on it. Ain't no reason to yell 'bout it like he was."

"He just got scared."

"Everyone's fuckin' scared, sweetheart," he countered, gruff voice in a low whisper, "-Gives 'im no goddamn excuse to yell at ya like 'at."

You frowned, shakingly wiping at your eyes.

"And, 's important to let go of things," he hummed, squeezing his hand around yours, "-ya just gotta remember nobody got hurt. If ya don't, you're only gonna run yourself into the ground."

You were quiet for a moment, eyes swimming over your connected hands thoughtfully. They darted to his, who were already looking at you -something you didn't quite recognize shining in his eyes. There was something there you couldn't quite read -something different. You just did what felt right.

"Thanks," you said quietly -it was all you could say, moving your head to his shoulder.

"Don't-" he hummed, you could feel the grumble in his chest -arm coming to wrap around your side, "-Ya don't 'ave to thank me."

You stayed in the silence of the moment, absorbing the air. All of this... new, it sunk into your skin. Your nose filled with the woodsy scent that you knew to be just Rick, and you had a spare thought.

Maybe this could happen again, but you knew Rick would be there. Maybe that makes it okay. It does... With Rick, it's okay.

"Yeah," you responded -maybe a little fondly, "-I do."

[writeforfandoms]

Run Wild 5

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Your pack insists on making your life both easier and harder, and you're not entirely sure how to feel about things. The situation doesn't improve when you and Horangi go on an op together.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to animal cruelty, Mink is having a hard time with her emotions, pack dynamics, shifter dynamics, flirting.

Word count: 2.8k

The next few days passed in a blur. You couldn't have recited what you did if someone held you at gunpoint. 

But you didn't spend a lot of time with your pack. The two men. 

You weren't avoiding them, really. Not intentionally. Not really. 

You just…

Your cheeks puffed out as you dropped to the dirt, going through a training exercise with a squad. No König today. No Horangi today. 

Just training exercises.

You just needed to clear your head, that was all. 

Breathing slowly, you focused on your task. Just a little longer and you'd be done for the day. 

At least, that was the plan. 

Until Horangi met you at the end of your exercise, arms crossed loosely over his chest, sunglasses as impenetrable as ever. You blinked at him. 

“Come with me.” He uncrossed his arms, fingers twitching briefly. You nodded, falling in behind him, absently brushing yourself off. 

He led you inside to the offices, though he didn't slow down even as your nose twitched in curiosity. You hadn't been in here often, and you wanted to explore. But Horangi didn't give you any time, just turning down a hallway, expecting you to follow him. 

Which you did. Of course. 

He stepped into a conference room and shut the door after you. König was already there waiting, leaned back against a wall, gaze fixed on the two of you. 

“How are your recon skills?” Horangi turned to you as he asked, removing his sunglasses. The better to watch you, eyes dark and just a little narrowed. 

“Good,” you said slowly, gaze darting between your two packmates. “Better if I can shift.” 

Horangi nodded once, holding your gaze for a long moment before you blinked and looked away. “Good. We'll be going out on recon.” 

“When?” You stood up a little straighter. 

“Tomorrow. Briefing is officially in half an hour.” Horangi took one step closer to you, fingers closing around your wrist gently. “We will be the only two going in.”

“Two?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

“I am not as skilled at recon,” König rumbled, faintly embarrassed. “I am too loud.” 

Horangi chuffed, amused and fond. “Two,” he confirmed, still watching you closely. “Will that be a problem?”

“No, sir.” You refocused on your alpha, head tipping slowly to one side. “I can do it.” 

His eyes crinkled the smallest amount, like he was smiling under the mask. “You don't even know what it is yet,” he teased. 

You shrugged. “I can still do it,” you asserted with a brief flash of teeth. “I can do quiet.” 

“Hm.” Horangi nodded again and released your wrist. “Get cleaned up, meet back here in twenty-five.”

You nodded, though for a moment you stood still, just looking at him. His eyes would be covered again for the briefing, you knew. So you soaked in the trust he showed for a moment longer before you stepped around him and left.

You had to clean up, after all. 

But you made it back with two minutes to spare, sinking down into the seat next to Horangi. König was gone, though you didn't have a chance to do more than shoot Horangi a questioning look. 

The briefing was, well, brief. Shorter than you'd expected, actually. You were being sent in to find some information, very quiet. Just you and Horangi, as he'd warned you before. 

You didn't mind. You were good at recon. 

The building was isolated, meaning a trip in a helo, then a drive. The two of you had a few hours before you'd leave, which gave you time to grab a few necessities. 

The knock at your door startled you, and you paused with your hoodie in your hands. But you opened the door after a moment, curiosity winning. 

König stood in the doorway, filling the entire thing, looking even broader than normal. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, seeming uncertain. 

“König?” You blinked up at him. “Can I help you with something?” 

He shook his head, hood shifting with the movement. “Here.” He thrust one hand at you, gloved fingers curled around a piece of fabric. 

You took the fabric carefully, surprised at how soft it was. An old bandana, blue and black. Curious, you lifted your gaze to König again. 

He shrugged, now-empty hand reaching back to rub the back of his neck. “Just in case,” he mumbled, gaze dropping. 

“Thank you.” You pulled it closer, rubbing your thumb against it. “I'll bring it back.”

He shook his head again. “It's yours,” he said, speaking faster now. “A gift.” 

Your lips parted, because that? Was very different from something borrowed. 

“You will be late,” König fussed, taking a step back from the doorway. “Don't keep Horangi waiting.” 

Before you could gather your thoughts to say anything, he was gone, long strides carrying him down the corridor and away from you. 

You blew out a breath, letting your cheeks puff out. Well then. 

He'd given you a gift. Something personal, given how soft the bandana was. And judging by the fact his scent had permeated the fabric entirely, as proven when you lifted it to your nose. 

This was… unexpected. 

But he was right, you didn't want to make Horangi wait. You hurried through getting ready, throwing your hoodie on last. Since this was a recon op, you were dressed down, no longer in uniform. Which suited you just fine. 

Horangi was waiting for you at the helo, dark eyes giving you a swift once-over before he nodded his approval. He motioned you in first, settling next to you for the ride. 

It felt odd to see him without his sunglasses - he wore them constantly, even sometimes in the pack room. 

You only realized you'd been looking too long when one dark eyebrow arched at you. 

“Something on your mind?” The words were almost teasing. 

“Eh. Sort of.” You shrugged, forcing yourself to look away. “Just not used to seeing, y'know, that much of your face.” 

He snorted softly, one hand landing on your knee. “If you spent more time in the pack room you'd see more,” he murmured, definitely amused now. 

You huffed, playing at being indignant. “Yeah, sure.”

He eyed you but didn't push. For once. Instead he kept his hand on your knee for the rest of the flight. 

The drive was a couple hours, and he wordlessly got in the driver's seat, leaving the passenger side for you. You briefly debated laying down for a nap in the back… but gave up on that immediately. You'd rather spend the time with Horangi.

“König gave me a gift,” you blurted, without really meaning to. 

Horangi nodded. “I know.” 

“He told you?” 

“He didn't need to.” 

You eyed him but he didn't look at you, hands steady on the wheel. “Did you talk about it before?”

Horangi hummed softly, gaze flitting to you. “Briefly, yes.” 

You weren't quite sure how to feel about that, and so simply huffed softly. 

“If you came into the pack room more often…” He trailed off.

“You've mentioned.” You blew out a breath. “I guess I'll have to.” 

You almost missed the flicker of his lips into the barest smile. Almost. 

But that humor was nowhere to be found when the two of you reached your destination. Horangi parked the car, and you took a moment to stretch. Dawn was still a few hours off yet, giving the two of you plenty of time to get this op done. As long as things didn't go totally sideways. 

The last section of the journey was on foot, Horangi taking the lead. When he glanced back at you, you could just see the reflection in his eyes, undeniably green. Your lips twitched. What a cat, indeed. 

The smell hit you first, and your nose wrinkled against your will. Filth and waste left to sit too long, the faint tang of rusted metal overlaying it. The animal musk seemed out of place, but then again, this far out from a city any number of critters could be living around the building. The building was long and squat, single story, no lights on. 

“Here.” Horangi stopped at a window that had been left open a crack. “This will be the bathroom.” 

You nodded, recalling the map the two of you had gone over hours earlier. “Ten minutes,” you agreed. 

No more words passed between you as he boosted you up, and you pushed the window the rest of the way open to twist through. It was easier without gear in the way, but also left your shoulders and back tingling with the knowledge that you had nothing but fabric between you and any potential attack. 

But you were good at being quiet and sneaky, as proven when you made your way through the building. Nothing moved around you as you crept down the hallway, checking your doors and corners as you went. 

The smell got worse the further into the building you went. You opened the door at the end of the hallway and paused for a long moment, swallowing hard. 

The big empty room you'd seen in the plans was not empty. Instead it held a dozen or so metal cages, each one housing a small furry critter. A few of them moved as you did, eyes opening and feet shifting. 

Intel had been wrong about this room, and you wished you'd never seen it. But you had to push through to finish your task. 

You swallowed hard and crept around the outside of the room, focusing only on being quiet and avoiding any cameras. You couldn't worry about the animals, not right now. 

The office, at least, was exactly where it was supposed to be. It took moments to find and grab the documents you needed, lips curling. Well. At least Horangi would be pleased with you. 

Doing one more check of the room to be sure you had everything, you turned to go. 

Soft chittering made you stop. 

You couldn't understand the animals in the cages, no more than any human versed in body language could. But you could feel more empathy towards them. 

They didn't deserve this. But you needed to get out without leaving any sign of your passage. 

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't loose the animals in the cages. 

Jaw clenching, you forced your feet to move. Maybe you'd see if Horangi would let you come back and take care of the animals later. That was the best you could do, right now. 

The trip back through the dark building was silent, and you hoisted yourself up to the window, hanging half-out to hand the documents to Horangi. He looked amused when you slithered the rest of the way out. 

“Well done,” he murmured with an approving nod to you. Warmth filled your chest at the simple praise, and you basked in it for a moment. 

“Seemed pretty easy,” you murmured cautiously as the two of you snuck away again. “I mean, for us.” 

Horangi chuckled, dark eyes glancing at you. “Sometimes things are easy,” he murmured. “We're not paying for it.” 

You shrugged. Something still seemed wrong, but if he wasn't concerned, you weren't going to make a fuss about it. 

“You could sleep,” Horangi offered, even as he turned on the car to drive the two of you away. 

“Nah. I'll wait.” You stretched out a little in the seat, head leaning back against the headrest. The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hints of sunrise, promising more. “Where are we stopping?”

“Safehouse,” Horangi answered, even though you were pretty sure you were supposed to remember that from the briefing. “In case we need to go back.” 

You hummed acknowledgement of that, glancing at him. Time alone with your pack alpha. You weren't entirely sure how to feel about that. 

“Promise I won't bite.” He flashed you a grin with teeth. 

You laughed, quiet but amused. “Ah yes, very reassuring.” 

He smirked, fingers flexing on the wheel. “Nervous?”

“Not particularly.” You grinned. “You had your chance to murder me in the middle of nowhere.”

He chuffed at you, briefly letting go of the wheel to pat your knee. “Won't be my only chance.” 

You laughed as his touch retreated again, leaving you warm and more relaxed than you should be. But you were learning to trust him, to give him bits of yourself. 

It was a heady feeling. 

The safehouse was boring, as most safehouses in your experience were. But it was warmer than outside and had blackout curtains, which would come in handy since the sun was up. 

You left Horangi in the main room to scout the rest of the place. Not that there was much to see - a single bedroom, a bathroom that König would have been absolutely squished in, and a hall closet with spare supplies. Nothing glamorous. But it would do. 

“Get some rest,” Horangi told you, sprawled along the length of the couch like a, well, cat. “I'll be up for a while.” 

You eyed him for a moment, debating how much you could push. “You'll rest soon?”

“Yes.” Far from appearing offended, Horangi smiled, just a little. 

You blinked at him, startled, warmth building in your chest at the sight of that smile. And promptly fled back to the bedroom. 

You absolutely should not like the sight of his smile that much. It wasn't that big a deal. It really wasn't. 

You were still trying to convince yourself of that when you dropped off to sleep. 

You woke before Horangi, sneaking past him to get some water. He'd managed to fall asleep on the couch, legs dangling over one arm, head tipped at an angle and torso twisted into some weird position that only a cat could enjoy. Shaking your head, you twisted the top off a water bottle, guzzling half of it in one go. 

Hopefully the two of you would get to head back to base today. Not that you minded being in a safehouse with him, but… it felt weird. Just the two of you, and no König. 

It was odd to leave a pack member out. 

Which was weird for you - it had been a long time since you'd been part of a pack, and longer since leaving someone out was even an option. All these realizations made you antsy, eager to do something, just so you weren't trapped in your own head. 

“You think too loudly.” 

You absolutely didn't jump at Horangi's voice behind you. You definitely didn't drop your water. “When did you wake up?” You asked him, eyeing him over the back of the couch. He hadn't moved at all. 

“I've been awake.”

“Liar.”

His lips twitched into another smile, small but very much there. You had to look away as heat suffused your face. 

“Any updates this morning?” You cleared your throat, picking up your water bottle and tossing it from hand to hand. 

“Not yet.” Horangi swung his legs around the side, sitting up and cracking his neck. “We'll hang tight a little longer.” 

You shrugged, wandering around the room aimlessly, too restless to settle. 

“Sit.” Horangi patted the couch next to him. “You can answer a few questions for me.” 

Well. That wasn't ominous at all. But you sat anyway. 

“What do you need in the pack room?”

You blinked at him, mouth dropping open a little. That… was not what you'd expected. “What?”

“You heard me.” His lips twitched again, eyes warm with amusement. 

Surprised, you leaned back against the couch, watching him. But he didn't change the question, didn't restate it. Just waited. 

“Not sure,” you settled on, a little cautious. “I don't need much.” 

Horangi made a short, dismissive noise at that. “Everyone needs something,” he insisted, head tipping to one side, gaze fixed on you. 

You blew out a noisy breath. You'd never given it any thought, if you needed anything in the pack room. “I don't… really know,” you admitted slowly. 

Horangi nodded slowly, never looking away from you. “Then we will figure it out.” 

You swallowed hard, the implication that he wasn't going anywhere, that he and König would help, bringing both a rush of joy and trepidation. You honestly weren't sure how to feel, now. 

Fortunately, you didn't have to figure it out. The phone rang. 

You moved away as Horangi made a face, reaching over the couch to grab his pack and the phone. You went back to the window to look outside, only half paying attention to the phone conversation. 

You needed to get your head on straight. Or move. 

“Time to go.” Horangi stood, shouldering his bag. 

You followed him silently back to the car, looking out the window without really seeing anything.

[angelgoeslewd]

White Lies. [Prologue.]

🔮 summary: becoming Fyodor’s house-spouse is a trial.

⚠️ warnings: unhealthy relarionship dynamics. this excerpt is SFT, there will be more in this series that will not be. please read accordingly with attention to the warnings.

📝 a/n: this got away from me … these were supposed to be headcanons 😰 yes i have more planned. this is only the beginning.

The relationship between you and Fyodor began as a mutually beneficial agreement. Fitting, for one as conniving as him and as cornered as you, but odd, considering his... allure.

It was easy to consider him "out of your league." His status outweighed yours by a fair amount and this didn't even weigh in his looks or platinum tongue, his bank account alone probably tipped the scales in your favor. But your... situation was rare, one that worked in his own interests.

As the eldest of a well-to-do family, you knew, knew from an early age you would be expected to marry. Expected to give up any life and passions you had to seek the hand of someone who elevated your family's status. And as the days passed by, your days filled with schooling and artistic pursuits, the arraignment of your betrothal was a closer and closer possibility. Every leaf that fell on the cold stone pathway of your college campus seemed like just another reminder of the time that was slipping through your fingers.

That was why you saw him as an opportunity. When your friend offhandedly gushed that The Fyodor Dostoevsky was seeking, "a fair person of good standing and kind graces to accompany him in his quest for comfortability and tranquility," (which sounded like something straight out of a Jane Austen novel, for God's sake) at your coffee date and how exciting the possibility was, your desperation got the better of you. You tried not to hope, tried not to let your wretched attempt, your last-ditch effort of securing your own freedom seep into your voice as you asked her for more details, wondering if she heard it, wondering if she saw your hand shake as you lifted your cup to your mouth and she peered at you, questioningly. Thankfully, she asked nothing and simply divulged in full.

You found yourself at the meeting hall in question 5 minutes late, on the date of the supposed event. Her information was true, as you quickly found out, entering the hall to be met with a crowd of every type of people from every corner of your school. All ages were there, young, older, older, to meet Mr. Dostoyevsky. People who had colored hair, people who were draped in jewels, people who had neither of either and looked like simple office workers. They gave you a number when you checked in at the booth, a simple white ticket with nothing but black ink printed on it in a large font. You tucked it into your bag and finding nowhere to sit, you subtly made your way outside to wait.

Sitting on a small brick wall, separating you from a small flower bed, you were near enough to hear any instruction, but far enough from the crowd to not be bothered. You took out your latest novel, began to read, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It only took about half an hour for you to notice people streaming out of the building; some with red faces, others in open tears. Concerned, you shifted on your seat, wondering if this was really worth it. But you made no move to comfort the people, nor did you move to leave. You knew, subconsciously, you had no other choice.

Eventually, your number was called, and you grabbed your things hastily, walking into the building and suddenly hitting the nicely warmed air. You didn't even realize how cold it was outside, your mind was lost in the book you held. Your fingers were thankful, still red from the cold, but it felt almost uneasy inside, with only a couple people left and nothing but the company of the sound of your shoes hitting the floor as you made your way to the man who beckoned you. The people left -- a woman with beautifully coiffed hair, lined with jewels and fur; a man in a dark blue, wrinkle-free suit and slicked-back hair; a person with shortly cut hair and a long, cotton skirt, colored with natural dyes, all smiled at your sympathetically.

The pit in your stomach dropped further. But you continued without skipping a beat of your thumping heart.

The room you entered was barren. There was nothing but a dimly lit table, even the lights were turned down, somehow, something that didn't seem possible at your meager campus. The table legs were dark wood, cut off halfway by a simple, white, linen tablecloth. Nothing was on the table. But there he sat. The dark, imposing figure of Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

He eyed you quietly as you sat down in the chair across from him and thanked the man leading you to what felt like your social downfall. The simple act felt much sinister than it was. You leaned down to place your bag next to the side of your chair, then sat up straight and faced the man who held your future in his cards.

“It is nice to meet you, Лисичка.” Russian. You didn’t know Russian. His accent was thick and heavy, but his voice was soft and gentle, reminiscent of new footprints on soft, powdered snow.

“The honor is mine, Mr. Dostoyevsky.” You reached your hand out, across the table, to greet him, and a gloved hand appeared from below to grab yours. His other one then followed, covering your own, something much more intimate than needed in such a place, and something that would be scolded by your father. You introduced yourself, then pulled your hand back as quickly as social niceties would allow.

“Tell me, Лисичка, what brings a person as lovely as yourself here today?”

You took a deep breath. At that simple request, your mouth dried. Your honesty was preferable, but the rules in this scenario didn’t allow for such dark and bleak hardships to be shared to someone you had barely just met. That wasn’t proper. Nor would you expect him to care. You wouldn’t want him to either. This was your burden to carry, not his. You didn’t want his pity or his sympathy for your plight. It left a bad taste in your mouth to even think such thoughts. It might bring a bad look to your family if you shared such feelings openly, which, neither you nor they, needed to deal with at this time. But you also had a feeling that he would know if you lied to him, and besides, that wasn’t a look you wanted for yourself, either. With being dealt such a bad hand, you decided to take a bigger risk than you ever had in your life.

“Mr. Dostoyevsky.”

“Please, Родна́я, call me Fyodor. We are equals at this table.”

You didn’t mean it to, but a small laugh escaped your lips. His lips flickered down for a small, almost indeterminable moment, and his eyebrows raised at your presumptuousness. “With all due respect. We will never be equals. Even if I sit at this table permanently. Even if you choose me. There will never be a time you and I will be equals. And I accept that.”

He tilted his head in what seemed like approval, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, and gesturing lithely for you to continue. You, on the other hand, leaned forward, placing your hands on the cold linen, careful not to shift the cloth, but enough to make this obvious that the next piece of conversation was for you and him only. “Mr. Dostoyevsky. You can fool all those people out there if you want, but you can’t fool me. You need something — not someone, something. To gain, to escape — I honestly could not care what it is.” His face did not shift, staying the same as when you started. “I need something too. Right now, what I need, if you even care, the protection of your attention. Nothing else. Not your money, not your feelings, just the fact that you are with me. I don’t want to know what you gain from this, but I do know that you need me too. This situation would benefit both of us.”

He was quiet for a while after your spiel, letting the weight of your words sink and settle into the corners of the room as he gazed at you. You swear you saw his jaw set as he sat there, and you tried your best not to lick your lips nervously. Then his hand, which had been clasped in his lap, inched onto the table. A small bell which had escaped your notice was rung. The man from before slinked into the room. You felt ill. Did you read the situation wrong? Was it just like the bell, some innocuous thing that slipped your attention?

“Anton.” He called firmly. It was an order. If it wasn’t so cold, you would be sweating. “Tell the others to leave. I have found my company.”

The relief you felt was almost orgasmic. A breath you didn’t know you were holding was released, and your lungs sang. As the man left, Fyodor leaned forward to meet you. “I normally don’t appreciate such direct accusations,” he said, softly. “But I can appreciate a keen eye and a person who knows how to dance between truth and dishonesty. That is what I am seeking.”

He, himself, seemed to be teetering on the brink of honesty with you. But you felt like you had already pushed your luck for the day and said nothing. He could tell you felt something, but waved it off. “Think no more on it. I will only require you to do that with warning.” It was phrased like a joke, but again, that feeling of somehow being lied to and being told the honest truth sat with you. You tried to push it off and do as you were told. “The movers will fetch your things. You must be reinvented if you are to be seen with me.”

With that, Fyodor Dostoyevsky got up and left you sitting there. Alone, in a dimly lit room, with nothing but yourself. A situation you would find yourself in time and time again before everything changed.

[promptthebear]

🐰 Billy Russo #6 please

Easter Askbox Event 2023- Billy Russo x Reader

Prompt: If I have to ask again, I won't be this nice

Summary: Your ex, Billy Russo comes back to town. Instead of asking you out for a drink, he gets a little creative with your reunion

CW: Kidnapper/Prisoner dynamic, F!Reader, Reader has a male partner who isn't Billy, mild knife play, mild rope play, use of blindfold, spicy but not exactly explicit. Please let me know if I forget anything!!!

Where the fuck am I?

You clung to that thought as it pushed to the forefront of your clouded mind. It wasn’t a particularly helpful thought, but it was the clearest one you’d had since the world went dark. You still felt woozy, the throb in your head matching pace with your racing heartbeat. Your mouth felt dry, like you’d been swallowing dust, but at the very least you weren’t gagged…yet.

You’d been blindfolded though, that much you could tell. You could feel the cloth tightening and relaxing against your forehead as you moved your head from side to side. Each movement was accompanied by a stab of pain behind your eyes, but you grit your teeth and kept trying. At this point, whatever information you could garner, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death.

Wherever you were, you were alone, or at least you hoped. If someone was there with you, they were quiet enough that you couldn’t hear them, which came with its own set of problems. You knew you’d been grabbed, but whether that was by professionals or amateurs still remained to be seen.

“Hello?”

You said this more for your benefit than anything else, not really expecting an answer. The sound reverberated and echoed back to your ears, but at most it only lasted for around thirty seconds. That told you a couple things.

You weren’t in a big space, but the walls were made of something that allowed sound to bounce around. Tile, or maybe concrete or metal. It felt cold, too, with a dampness that settled into your bones and made you shiver. It was likely you were in a basement or bathroom or maybe even a storage container.

“Hello?”

You called out again, louder this time. Just because there wasn’t anyone in the room with you didn’t mean there wasn’t someone outside who could hear you. When no reply came, you screamed, loud and long like you were auditioning for a horror movie extra. That’s when the hand clamped down over your mouth.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. NOW.”

The bubble of panic you’d managed to hold back with survival tips from all those true crime podcasts finally burst. Fear, icy cold and paralyzing, raced through your veins and settled into the pit of your stomach. You felt lightheaded, your breath coming in little pants as your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

Panic quickly gave way to adrenaline and you began to struggle, tugging at the rope that bound your limbs and wrenching your head from side to side to try and shake off the hand over your mouth. It was only when you felt the knife tip poke at the soft hollow in your throat that you stilled.

“That’s better. Now, I’m going to take my hand away and you’re going to be a good girl and be quiet for me, okay?”

The tone implied a question, but you knew full well this was a command. You nodded. almost imperceptibly, and tried not to wince at the sting when the blade nicked your skin. You could feel your captor’s eyes following the resulting drop of blood as it made its journey along the contours of your neck and down to your collarbones. You shivered, his gaze making your skin run hot and cold in turn.

“Seems you do know how to listen. Keep it up and maybe you’ll make it out of here before I put a red necklace around that pretty throat of yours.”

Threats should not make your toes curl or heat pool between your legs, but this one did. Something about the voice, masculine and with a confident purr, did things to you you’d rather not spend time unpacking just right this second. Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by your captor, however. He let out a soft chuckle, the sound cold and totally mirthless, and you felt his fingers brush against the edge of your jaw, almost as if he was trying to caress you.

“You’re really fucked up, aren’t you sweetheart? More than that little JV, yacht club fiancee knows, huh?”

You gulped, the action pushing another trickle of blood from your throat. Who was this asshole and how the hell did he know about Bryce?

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve? I’m guessing Mr. CPA is too vanilla for you. You’re probably bored to tears every time you have to tolerate his sweaty fumbling. Am I right?”

You grit your teeth, keeping any semblance of a reply firmly locked away. There was no fucking way you were giving this asshole an answer. It was bad enough he’d grabbed you, you weren’t going to let him humiliate you too.

“Hey. I’m speaking to you.”

The hand that had stroked your face so gently seconds ago grabbed your throat in a grip that brought tears to your eyes. You made a sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Your brain was too addled by the sudden decrease in oxygen to bother with actual speech.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. If I have to ask again, I won’t be this nice.”

Your captor punctuated his statement by shaking you slightly, like you were a broken toy he was trying to make work again. The movement knocked your blindfold slightly askew, which freed up your vision enough that you could finally look this bastard in the face, and what you saw made your heart drop into Hell.

“Billy?”

“Hey babydoll, you miss me?”

Billy fucking Russo. A series drunken hookups, screaming matches in his penthouse and many other bad decisions replayed in your mind’s eye. The two of you had more or less “broken up” after he’d skipped town when the Punisher had started hanging around New York. Whatever beef the two of them had had been bad enough that Billy had stayed away for a good four years. In that time, you’d cleaned up your act, finished school and gotten engaged. None of which seemed to matter much to Billy, since he was here, looking as perfect as the day he left and grinning at you like a damn fool.

The fear that had been twisting your gut into knots gave way to pure, unbridled rage. You struggled against your bindings with renewed vigour, kicking out at Billy’s shin’s and trying to bite the hand at your throat without any results. If anything, your attempts at fighting back only seemed to amuse Billy further, widening his already massive grin to wolfish proportions.

“You could’ve just called me” you finally relented, your still voice a little breathless from struggling “You know. Like a normal fucking person would.”

“I could have, but I was feeling a little nostalgic, and if I remember correctly you used to love this.”

The reminder of your shared…”recreational” activities quickened your pulse and made your head swim. Of course Billy still knew which buttons to push.

“What do you want?”

Billy leaned down, his face so close to yours you could feel the telltale scratch of his stubble against your cheeks. He inclined his head slightly and brought his lips inches away from yours. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, making you dizzy as you were wracked with memories of pleasure and pain that left you wanting more.

When Billy finally ducked his head and bit down where his knife had cut you, you didn’t resist. Instead, you arched your back and keened, any sense of morality or consequences burnt up by the raging inferno of desire that blossomed in your gut. You could feel something pressing sharply against your thigh, though whether this was Billy’s knife or the other “weapon” he favoured, you couldn’t tell.

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?” his voice was a heady growl, low and sinful in a way you knew Bryce could never match “What I want…is you.”

[nobodysdaydreams]

My Last Minute and Probably Wrong Guesses for @tmbswhodunit (and my undoubtedly flawed logic to go along with it)

Drumroll please...

Petrichor - @mashpotatoequeen

The title is lowercase and most of her recent titles are also lowercase

Many of her fics have titles like this (fancy words like eucatastrophe or bellis perennis)

This fic is very beautiful, amazing word choice, gorgeous visuals (which is what I really love about her writing 💖). I also enjoyed Constance and Sticky's sibling dynamic very much!

We'll Both Be Completely Home in Midair - @oflightningandstars

The title of this fic on AO3 ends in a period, which Moth has done on occasion

The AO3 version also lists where the title is from, which is a Moth staple

The fic is locked. Moth is one of the only people who consistently locks his fics

Even when you ignore the first three points that make me look overly analytic (sorry), the fic is about aliens, which is very similar to the "Cirque des Etoiles" concept which involves stars and spaces AND the Dr. Who AUs, which at some point involved Moth.

The writing, characterization, and concepts are also absolutely beautiful, so they match Moth's style perfectly!

Steady On - @mvshortcut

Milk always double spaces between their paragraphs and also this feels a lot like Milk's writing (and had me on the edge of my seat the whole time! seriously the part where Martina doesn't take Mr. Benedict's hand...why do you do this to me... /lh /I loved this fic!)

Milk's titles are all capital letters, so this fits that (sadly so do many of these fics, but that at least narrows it down)

Milk consistently tags both the books and shows for their fics. There are only two fics in this that fit that requirement. It was for this specific reason that I only tagged the TV show for my own fic (at least for now. I'll probably edit my tags now that the exchange is over).

The Interview - @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

Summary is a longer sentence, other authors usually use shorter ones.

The way the paragraphs are spaced is very similar to her other fics

The angst is AMAZING and very similar to that one snippet I saw on her tumblr during whumptor with her OC's (which was also very well written, but also hurts??? And what happens to Sticky??? The public (me) needs to know! /lh /great writing).

The Alpaca -@lizardwoman-from-earths-core-2

Has used *** to separate lines in fics before

The fic is unrated, and some of her fics on AO3 are also unrated, which is generally rare.

I really enjoyed this fic. The line "some has Godfathered my daughter" made me laugh. 😂

Art: A Psychic Among Us - @heyitsthatonesmolgay

Has made fan art for me before (which I love😍) however, that was a pencil sketch, so it's hard to compare the styles.

You can make gifs and animations for free with fire alpaca (according to google) which I know Nick uses

The way Nick titled the fan art was to put "art" or "fan art" before the title of the art in all caps, which matches this style.

This art is fantastic, I love the animation, I love the concept, just...all of it. 10/10. Anyone in the fandom who makes art is officially a wizard in my book because I don't know how they do it.

Fairytale- @fandom-queen-13

This one gave me the most trouble out of all of them by far. At first I was 100% sure fandom-queen-13 was the one who made some of the fanart, because I have art drawn by her for my SOS fic (if you haven't see it, it's amazing!) BUT! The art submitted to the exchange didn't match the style. Also, I know Crow does a lot of fairytale AUs, and I know Sophie and I have talked about them too, so that really threw me off. HOWEVER, there were three key things about this fic that tipped me off:

1) The bold alternating text in the fic and use of ~ matches other works of hers on AO3

2) The fact that it says in the description that this fic was inspired by "@sergentsporks". There is no one with that URL on AO3 or tumblr, HOWEVER, there IS someone named "@/sergeantsporks" and I found this post: https://www.tumblr.com/sergeantsporks/695958143301255168?source=share. Only one person in our fandom liked the post. Once I figured that out, it cracked the case wide open (unless of course someone else liked and unliked the post in which case this entire guess post is completely wrong. If that is the case then um...my bad? 🤷🏻‍♀️)

3) The writing is amazing and completely blew me away, not unlike the art style I'm more familiar with. Seriously, this was a FANTASTIC concept and I loved it so much! Werewolf Kate and Milligan my beloveds!

Card Games - @ae-jurumi

This one was difficult. Once I determined that fandom-queen-13 was in fact likely NOT an artist, I was down to Amphibian and surprisingly, realized at the last minute that I forgot to consider Sophie as an artist. I've seen some art from Amphibian in the past, but it can be hard to track down because they have two blogs, and as for Sophie, she writes such great fic that I find myself forgetting "oh yeah, she's also an amazing artist, like really good???" however, I had to go with amphibious entity for this. Why? The art seemed slightly more their style, and most of Sophie's recent fics have titles where all words were capitalized.

Most seem to agree with me, as the tmbswhodunit poll had them winning for this

Has only written one fic that I know of (which was INCREDIBLE everyone read it) but the odds of them doing art for the exchange seemed higher

This art was amazing. It's so beautiful, I can't even tell if you drew it or use software to do it, but either way, it's incredible and proves my earlier point that all fandom artists are wizards.

I Have Spent My Entire Life Clamoring Towards It - @mysteriouseggsbenedict

All words of title are lowercase which Frances sometimes does

Posted to an anon collection as well as WhoDunIt and I know from the discord that Frances was worried about the fic being posted properly

Mary Oliver is a poet, and we know Frances studies library science

A wonderful and sweet fic, and we know that Frances is a wonderful and sweet person. Suspicious. /lh /affectionate

Seriously a very wonderful fic. I love anything where Nicholas Benedict is a good dad and a good mentor.

Cat Fic - @crow-in-springtime

Second word of title is lowercase, which is consistent with how recent fics on AO3 are titled

Author took finals according to the tags, and Crow is in the right age range for this

Has tagged fics "I wrote this instead of sleeping" before

Usually writes fairytale focused content (which I LOVE), however, this fic also seems very much in the wonderful adorable whimsical style of Crow

Crow also tags both the TV show and Book on AO3 (as does this fic)

I love this fic. But the cliffhanger though: what is the cat's name??? 👀

Don't Grow Up Too Fast - @sophieswundergarten

It is to my great shame that this took me the longest to guess and it might not even be correct

But it matches the technicalities of Sophie's writing: the use of long dashes, each word of the title is capitalized.

The biggest give away is that it’s one of the only works Sophie DIDN’T give kudos to, and you can’t leave kudos on your own work.

Also, the writing really does feel like Sophie. I know she loves nicknames, and the "Pen/Penny" thing is a nickname. So. There's a clue right there.

She also loves sibling dynamics, so focusing on Rhonda and Number Two's relationship fits that too.

Sophie already commented on two other fics and she doesn’t seem like the type to comment on her own fic and throw everyone off (would be impressed if she did though)

The writing leaves me with a warm feeling that I get whenever I read fluff by Sophie. So the more I think about it, there more confident I am about this guess. I think I just had to eliminate a few other choices first.

Amazing fic btw. They are such a family 🥰

And...finally...as many were quick to guess both on tumblr and in the discord:

Sirens of the Sea and Sky - @nobodysdaydreams

The Crangst (Crack + Angst) style is my bread and butter (though I usually emphasize the angst more).

It’s the longest fic in the bunch, because in classic Bods fashion, I never know when to quit. The whole paragraph of backstory was completely unnecessary.

Also in classic Bods fashion, the fic has a glaring typo (I wrote that Mermaid Curtain drove into the water instead of dove into the water. I fixed it on AO3 but not before everyone read it on tumblr. Oh well. At least this way we can imagine mermaid Curtain driving his golf cart into the sea).

Genuinely curious to know the exact moment in the fic that made @sophieswundergarten and @myfairkatiecat go "oh gosh dang it Bods" and all but @ me and/or private message me about it (as I suspected they might).

Don't judge me. This is finals did to my brain. They melted my mind. I swear, if this is the first fic of mine you've read, literally any of the other 7 works on my AO3 are so much better than this, I promise.

Really, who else could it be? Who else would do this? The silliness and absurdity haunts me like a plague. I will never be free. Never. I didn't even try to make this funny, this is just what my brain is like 24/7. I've never seen one episode of Sailor Moon and have barely watched any H2O and that was years ago. So why write that into a fic? I don't have the answer. I know not what I do. But I hope that at least some of you enjoyed it, because despite everything, I really enjoyed writing it!

Thank you @mahpotatoequeen for putting this together and thank you to everyone for your wonderful fics! When I have more time, I will be leaving comments on them all because you all are extremely talented deserve them! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! 💕💕💕💕

[derpygirl-draws]

Just watched Nimona! Spoilers because I need to ramble!

Dudes just gonna say the obvious! Its an amazing movie and I love it so much! To me, and many others in the lgbtq+ community, it’s the perfect representation. I’d like to say its like a love letter to the community, but i don’t know many love letters that bring up the negatives and struggles that the person or group receiving it goes through. It definitely feels like a gift though. A gift I am overjoyed to know exists and so many people are able to watch it. Not just people in the community, but anyone who has Netflix or a friend that has it! Because it brings up struggles that minorities have that are inflicted on them by society, and it’s done in SUCH a perfect way. Warning my rambles might be all all over the place and maybe a little over dramatic lol

I’m a little tired brained cause I decided to watch it late at night but honest to god this movie made me cry. you don’t know me personally but I don’t cry a lot during movies, unless its a pixar film but those guys are masters when it comes to making you love a set of characters and then lets the story pull at your heart strings so i don’t wanna hear it XD. I immediately fell in love with the art and designs once I saw clips of the movie online, but I gotta say, the character writing with Nimona and Ballister had me grinning ear to ear each and every time I witnessed it. Their dynamic that is created the moment they meet to the middle of the movie and then at the end was my favorite part. The ending was the part that hurt a lot. When Nimona was hurt by her best friend and left as her anger exploded and she basically gave up on the world.  That hurt. A lot. Because I know there are so many people in the world that don’t have someone like Ballister in their life. Someone who does their best to understand them and be there for them, to have empathy and work past their own personal biases for the sake of that person, and recognize when their words have hurt that person and rectify that mistake. Or maybe people do have someone like but that person or people dont make it in time to save them, like what if Ballister didn’t make it to the tip of that sword to save Nimona from herself.  I personally relate to ballister in a way. I can’t say I was ever taught when I was little what even gay or trans were because i was and still am a little sheltered and have to educate myself on topics I wasn’t exposed to growing up that prolly would have helped to know. Though I am a little glad I had complete control on learning about the community on my own instead of what my parents unfortunately might have fed to me if it came up when i was little. I am not trans myself, as far as I know. When i was first introduced to the community when i was about 12, I was confused and didn’t know how to process such a new concept in my life but maintained a point to try and be respectful of my friends who were trans or gay or had any part in the community. In doing so I discovered that I was queer as well. I since have grown to understand the different aspects of the community and actively research when I learn about something new. I have a platonic partner that is a huge part of my life and I have aer to thank for a lot of my development as a person. I related to Ballister because I want to understand, I see these people in the community and I want to be that person they can find safety and comfort with, someone they can relate to and that I can relate to and also learn from. I want to defend and protect them like how Ballister did with Nimona. I think this is the perfect movie for right now on a political standpoint admittedly, though I’m only educated on the subject minorly so I’m going to try and explain the comparison with how the movie is set up and hopefully it’ll makes sense and i dont sound dumb. Nimona is highly implied to represent the trans community as I see it. When she describes to Ballister what shifting is like for her, she says its freeing and she feels like herself, not just what the world wants her to be. She has fun shifting and changing her looks and when she isn’t shifted, she doesn’t feel alive. Of course this can be taken from the basic lesson of ‘Be yourself’ but the unfortunate circumstance presented in the movie is that when Nimona is herself, the world around her goes into an uproar of screams of fear and hatred. 

This city is shut out from the rest of the world and their main belief, as its been for centuries, is that Monsters are dangerous, and the Knights of the City will save the people from these Monsters.  Children in this city are raised on this belief that they are a hero if they stand up against what society deems a monster and slain those monster for the good of the city. But when in reality, the story they are taught wasn’t what they thought. I do love the representation with Ambrosius and Ballister because it feels so normal. So natural and interesting. Admittedly I got frustrated with Ambrosius because he seemed to really believe Ballister aimed to kill the queen. But then when I see the blatant manipulation of the Director that doesn’t just affect Ambrosius, but everyone. She sees a threat to the ‘traditional’ way of life and aims to stamp it out no matter what, refusing to see reason and a different perspective from what she and so many other people were raised on. And okay, I know i’ve been saying a lot of the word perfect when describing this movie, but as it is in many cases, its not perfect. I have my own critiques on the movie itself but there are certain aspects in it that i’d describe as very close to perfect as ive mentioned. It’s charming overall and when it really counts, it is beautiful. I’m a sucker for expressions and fun poses and movements and designs that stick out and good dialogue. This movie did a pretty good job at those things, all things considered. But I do wish the people working on it had gotten a chance to really flesh out the world and the backstories and motivations. I love Nimona as a character, I definitely wanna read the graphic novel that led to this movie so I can see more of her! I was worried about how she was presented at the beginning of the movie. it seems like something people in the real world can see as an argument against people like Nimona. That her chaotic and seemingly violent tendencies would of course make the people around her fear her and that she either isn’t good representations, or that to some people, this is exactly how they see the community nimona represents. But then in watching the movie as a whole, if people took even a second to think about it, they’d see that Nimona had no choice. What she is, as she says it, is Nimona. She is a shape shifter that can turn into a variety of thing and people don’t like that. Ballister when meeting her has moments of requesting she turn into something that makes him more comfortable. He asks questions and shares viewpoints that are rather insensitive to Nimona and she rightfully describes him as close minded. This close minded-ness is a reflection of the city Ballister was raised in and also a reference to people irl who don’t accept communities that are different. and then as the movie progresses, we see Ballister become more accepting of Nimona and who she is and that Nimona is different, yes, but also loyal, caring, and sticks by him and his goals, mostly and that’s a lot more than Ballister can say about the people to turned against him in an instant at the beginning of the movie. This feels like a video essay script I’m writing and admittingly I thought it a good way to maybe revive my youtube channel, but im already a busy bee and i wouldn’t want a video like that to be posted months up to a year after the release of the movie so im posting my thought here. I’d love to hear what you guys have to say so please, comment, send me a note or dm and we can chat (as long as we agree we can be respectful individuals if and when there’s a difference in perspective). Have a good night/day everyone and I hope you enjoyed my ramble, even though it was kind of a “way to state the obvious” kind of ramble. lol. 

[ratasum]

“burying their face into the other's chest/shoulder when they get embarrassed or shy” for the prompts with whoever it fits best!!

fluffy scenarios and actions that make my heart melt

She was genuinely glad he couldn't see how pink her ears must have gotten.

It was hard to hide a blush when one's complexion was so fair. She didn't hate being albino, but right now? Well. At least Zanthe could only hear the muffled sound she made into her hands before thunking her head against his shoulder, squeaking quietly.

It had been a rookie mistake, and one he wouldn't have judged her for regardless. But she was supposed to be a genius, and their krewe chief. Little mistakes like that weren't supposed to happen.

Even if mistakes were supposed to be embraced by someone like her, a top graduate of the College of Dynamics.

She could hear Zanthe chuckling, one hand resting on her back as the other rested on the back of her head. She didn't want to look up, showing off the soot and faint sheen from a far too explosive jade core that had popped in her hands.

"You know I can't see you, Qiqi," he was saying. "Besides, it can't be that bad."

All he got from Qirri was another muffled squeak where her face was pressed into his shoulder, curled up as tight as she could, her ears burning as the tips remained bright pink.

"I know you can't see me but I can see me."

"Not without a mirror."

She gave his chest a frustrated little thump, which just made him laugh, and she felt his nose nuzzle into her hair for a moment.

"You're way too cute, you know that?"

Again, she squeaked, and she swore her ears got even hotter, her voice muffled even more as she pressed her face even harder into his shoulder. "Shut up."

All Zanthe could do was laugh.

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 24

NSFW prompt: sex toys

Jinx X Akali

Akali wouldn't consider herself a collector, more like someone with a serious buying problem. If she saw a toy she wanted to try on Jinx, she'd buy it. Money wasn't a problem, so why bother? Space to store everything might become an issue one day, but that was a problem for future Akali (and also future Jinx, since they lived together).

And of course, she had bought another. This time from Piltover. Newest product of Hextech, sought after by coupled women. Said to have been designed for the sheriff and her wife herself, but Akali wouldn't tell her own wife that ("If Fat-hands is too stupid to understand 'eat the rich' I don't wanna know'!).

"I'm home, went shopping!" She called into the open space of their quarters.

"You want me to get naked or help put stuff in the fridge?"

"Ummm…" she looked at the bags in her hands "both?"

The tinkerer opened the door to her workspace and popped her head out "Like sort the fridge nakey or…"

The ninja grinned and presented her with the bag full of groceries. "Those in the fridge, I'll take this and when you're done get nakey in the bedroom"

"Can do toots" Jinx came to pick up the bag and tried to get a look inside the other one, but the dark material concealed the contents. She scoffed and went off to the kitchen.

Akali made sure she was gone, then entered the bedroom and closed the door. She examined her purchase with a critical eye. Turned off it just looked like a normal strap on, more on the bigger side, but she was sure her sub would be able to take it. The difference would be the tech that should provide feeling to the wearer. She gave it another look, then undressed and put it on. It took her some minutes, as it was new and she had to pull all the buckles in place. Luckily Jinx had to put away a lot and needed time too.

Akalis eyes skimmed the manual of the toy. Not too complicated, one button, one dial. She pressed the button and the strap started glowing hex blue. All around the harness were now glowing runes she hadn't seen before.

The manual said to be careful with the settings in the beginning, so she turned the dial only a notch.

A strange sensation, but not bad, like a slow gust of wind hit her. She looked down and carefully touched the toy.

Her brain short circuited for a second, not being able to comprehend the sensation. She moved her hand lightly up and down the shaft, feeling all of it. Soft steps outside made her stop.

Jinx opened the door curiously. She had made a short stop in the bathroom to get rid of her clothes after finishing her chore. She needed to know what her domme had hidden in that bag. Akali stood with her back to the door, only wearing a harness adorned with glowing runes. She snaked her arms around the waiting woman's waist "Whatcha got there toots?"

"New toy, newest tech from topside. Hex powered." She put her hands on top of Jinx's and pulled them down to what felt like her own cock. In the waiting time it had even taken on body temperature. Lithe fingers stroked softly over blue material. Akali let her head drop back on her lover's shoulder.

"Fuck, I… I feel that"

"You feel it? Like feel it like you had a dick?"

"Yeah… Hextech fuckery"

"Fuck me and tell me how it feels… please" she added, mindful of their dynamic.

"I want to try something first. But if you do well, I'll reward you." She turned around. "Get down"

The sub got down on her knees, wide pink eyes looking up.

The domme gently grabbed her jaw. "Open for me" she led her to the tip of the glowing dick.

Without spoken prompt the bluenette closed her lips around the tip and sucked. Gingerly at first she bobbed her head along the length, taking it deeper and deeper in.

"Gods this is… fuck you're so good…" the brunette god out between panted breaths. Her knees threatened to buckle out under her. She pulled her eager lover off. "Lay down, love. On your back" She took a minute to get her bearings before following.

Jinx held her legs open for her. Blowing Akali had turned out to be a massive turn on for her. She waited patiently as the other got settled in.

Akali bowed over the lithe body, one hand next to her shoulder. The other guided her toy between her folds, coating it in her juices.

"You ready?" Her voice was hoarse.

"As can be"

She lined her cock up with her hand and as slowly as possible pushed in.

Her sub's head fell back as she groaned at the delicious stretch.

"Fuck you're so tight!' It took all her willpower to not buck her hips and bottom out in one motion. Instead she inched forward, giving the body under her time to accommodate to the girth.

It felt like forever for both of them until she was fully sheathed. They met in a feverish kiss.

"Please… please… fuck me"

The plea was heard. She pulled out slowly, dragging the motion to push in fast and hard. Their moans mingled into one. The motion was repeated, faster with every push and pull. Jinx brought her legs up to pull Akali in at the waist. She needed more of her, closer, deeper, faster, harder. The pace got rougher and more and more uncoordinated as they both approached their high. When the tinkerer's walls constricted around her the ninja's vision erupted into blinding colors as she came. Her body dropped and was caught in loving arms.

[marzipanilla]

lol I was gunna ask if you'd seen the new eps yet. The answer is apparently yes

If you think how Mark and Eve get together in the show is bad !! Wait until you hear about how in the comic she dated William first (he doesn't come out as gay until later) and straight up tells Mark that she did it to be close to him. The stupid future her speech does get brought up between them and she is upset about it but like... I don't remember her having such meta commentary about the future her not being her and how weird it all was. Like. If you writers were aware how stupid it was WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE IT IN. it gives nothing. truly. nothing to the narrative. Instead of inventing stupid shit to put in, why not just naturally let the two of them bond over their fucked up family situations? Eve could be all hey, I was made as a government weapon, and Mark could be all my dad wanted to use me as one !! and they could party. But no. A sad middle aged woman cries at you after an insanely traumatizing moment in your life so now you gotta date her proxy.

To keep adding on to the lack of platonic relationships... fucking Samson once again desperate to call them all family when he's still barely spoken to any of them. Did something happen to you man ??? you an orphan??? you having flashbacks to the OG GoG getting rid of you??? why are you so determined to use that word ?? did someone just say it once to you and you thought it sounded cool ??

Also Imma laugh my ass off if they force me to watch Immortal and Kate get married and that girl still doesn't get another outfit. fr I think she has had the same wardrobe for all eps now.

What if the team had actual team dynamics : \ what if they gave us that. instead of one liners. what if there was an indication these ppl actually liked working together. what if there was an indication of who didnt like working together! what if they... had to... communicate with each other !! tbh, I was amused by this sort of happening in the recent ep batch, but then I remembered it was so intermittent in the narrative that it feels jarring when it does happen. pls I need more than two scenes a season if you are going to keep telling me these characters are important as a group.

Art having immunity bc he knows everybody. lol don't try and shake down the tailor, its mutually assured destruction AND you'll have heroes and villains on your ass who just dont want to have to find a new guy. Is having a Rosenbaum costume like having a Gucci bag?? is he considered lower end to others?? does he try and keep a very strict schedule to keep things separate or do nemesis run into each other sometimes at his place picking up stuff?? How did he become friends w Nolan ?? the man tipped him w books ! books he never read ! did he just find Nolan's alieness charming? did Debbie make them hang out? did he just figure a guy who came here from another planet might be lonely so offered to hang?? is he so used to seeing villains that Nolan's offness just didn't bother him? like he didn't even realize he was picking up unsettling vibes ?? also it seemed like he didnt get the Omni-Man suit until around when Mark was born, so what was he tailoring for him then? copies of his Viltrumite kit?

Its funny how little time Mark actually spends around other heroes. On one hand it would make sense that a fair number would want to avoid him, but thats really only reflected in Immortal. Literally nobody else seems to give a fuck. He really is the special nepo baby of the GDA. Monopolizing all that Cecil time.

Yeah normal until not only works if the ppl involved were normal at some point, and space alien hiding the fact he's here to do a lot of murder, and woman who is apparently fine w marrying a god creature ARE NOT NORMAL. How did they produce such an average child. Why is the scope and depth of this universe only relative to Mark's existence. whyyy. it squishes so many compelling things down into nonsense.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 4

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, hinting masturbation

Part 1

"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.

"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."

Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.

"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.

You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."

"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.

"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.

You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.

The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.

"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.

"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.

"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.

"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."

Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."

Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."

"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"

Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.

"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"

"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.

It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.

You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.

Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."

"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.

"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.

You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"

"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?

"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."

Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"

Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.

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Part 5

A/N: I haven't proofread this yet so I apologize from any misspellings. I'll be going through it again tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far!

[sparda-ly]

hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.

anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.

oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)

(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )

kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)

note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!

warnings: none

there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos

he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble

you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly

kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?

but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance

atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him

constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright

you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr

you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein

you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it

you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)

despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"

he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you

"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"

"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"

there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing

you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it

atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((

the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3

and so did his father...

although it was a little bit different...

kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it

he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain

the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys

the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean

the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home

the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone

the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy

the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare

you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing

"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire

atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing

you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"

and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Submission ||

Description: One in which Steve chooses you over his deadly tastes.

Pairing: Dark Dom!Steve Kemp | Sub!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Steve Kemp. This story contains mature content and dark themes so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Mentions of cannibalism (not reader), D/S dynamics, male!dom, female!sub, deflowering, possible mentions of drugging and kidnapping (not reader). Age!Gap (Steve is late thirties and reader is early twenties), choking, spit kink (?), corruption kink, imbalance of power, possessive!Steve, Dark!Steve.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated. Unedited. 🩷

MASTERLIST

His eyes carefully watched every move she made whilst she gingerly tip toed around his house, tracing 'the' painting before shyly complimenting how pretty it all was. A drawn out sigh escaped his lips as he looked back down at the drinks he was preparing, biting his lip to contemplate between putting the pill in her glass or discarding it.

A few moments passed like that before a quiet grunt followed a curse out of his mouth when he reverted his eyes back up to her unsuspecting figure leaning against the bookshelf as she peered at the contents of it. With a shake of his head, the man decided to toss the drug in the kitchen bin.

"Come here, pet~" Steve sweetly called out to Y/n as he made his way to the couches with both the glasses in his hands, taking a sip from his own mix while holding out the other for her to take. 

"You have such a pretty house, sir" he could tell she was still in awe as she observed everything with parted lips, looking all the way up to the ceiling and around like an excited child, feet approaching the older's figure seated on a sofa before she reached for the glass using one of her hands. Steve opened his mouth to respond but was cut short before he could even begin. "It is totally like those fancy haunted houses and lairs of rich serial killers in movies" he couldn't help but bite his lip at her naive honesty.

Oh, if only she knew… 

"Ah, you caught me" a giggle danced its way past her rosey pink lips as his slender fingers snaked around her free wrist before tightening themselves just enough to pull her body against the couch next to the man. "I've bodies in the basement that I cut and sell piece by piece" although true, the words were so horrible that Y/n just laughed, deeming them those of the joking sort as she blushed due to the proximity of their bodies, her lack of experience in matters of passion obvious. 

"Oh, somebody save me~" she added to the 'joke', taking a sip of her drink and clicking her tongue to register the taste of the contents in it. "My Master is a cannibal killer~" that was one of the many things Steve loved about her. How she was so innocent and oblivious, always expecting the same treatment that she gave others in return for herself because, 'why wouldn't they?'

Never once thinking ill of, or for someone. 

It was so… refreshing. 

She just had to be his. 

"I am sorry, little one" he felt a new kind of thrill out of this little game of 'pretend' as he turned to fully face her, placing one elbow against the rest of the couch a few inches adjacent from her face, taking a sip of his drink. "I hate to be the one to break it to you, but there's no escape now." His free hand tenderly brushed the strands covering a side of her pretty face, tongue running over his lips at the sight of her inviting ones. "This house is your world now." While he meant his words, the unsuspecting girl giggled, thinking them nothing more than playful banter. 

"Mmm~" placing her head against the couch, Y/n pouted as she took a sip of her own drink. "I think I am drunnnkkk~" Steve bit his lip as he felt slight discomfort travel between his legs. 

She was so fucking precious. 

You might just be the death of me… 

None of the other ones were like her. They had never been. 

"Funny you say that because there is actually no alcohol content in yours" the shade of pink in her cheeks deepend as she huffed and pouted in embarrassment, forcing a chuckle out of the older. 

"This is not fair, sir!" The girl whined out as she sat up straighter, scowling at him. "You said I get to be a big girl tonight!" Humming along her adorable protests, Steve memorized every inch, corner and crevice of her face, feeling himself get more and more fond of her every passing second. "Big girls can drink!" 

"You know the rules, baby." Was his only response which seemed to fire the girl up even more. 

"But this is REALLY not fair! What would one drink-!" Y/n's breath was forced out of her in a shudder when Steve silently cupped her cheeks, eyes scanning all the details her body had to offer before his fingers travelled down to her throat, thumb softly caressing the skin there. 

"You were saying?" Raising an eyebrow, the man smirked at her heavy breathing and loss of words. 

He loved how reactive she was to him. 

"I was… saying…?" Y/n wondered aloud, tilting her head to the side as she raked her brain for aid. 

"Yes, you were saying…?" Steve loved the effect he had on her. The obvious imbalance of power always had him wanting more and more of her. Oh how sweet the surrender and submissiveness she provided was. Addicting. 

No other sub had ever been able to give him the thrill she provided. The man did not know how a girl so beautiful and loving had kept herself pure and untainted for as long as she did but he was glad. Not that he had ever longed for salvation but now he was convinced she was his. 

It was a perfect match. Y/n belonged with him. That was the only way this all made sense. It was the only way this could make sense. 

Someone like himself would never right for him. And she would not truly belong to a person similar to herself. No, no. 

This was right. This, was balanced. This, was how it had to be. This was what made sense. 

Nothing else. 

"I mean… I am just… saying… sir…" All sense of defiance deserted her as she felt herself getting smaller and smaller under his strong gaze, gulping down the bile in her throat as she struggled to continue, flushing when he hummed and nodded for her to continue, now staring directly into her eyes. "O- One sip… won't hurt…" Steve's tongue ran along his teeth as he grinned, loving how the demand had reduced from drinks to a drink, and now to a sip. 

This was their first ever real date. Before tonight they had met in coffee shops once or twice after exchanging numbers in a bondage store. He still remembered how clueless and flushed she was, clearly intimidated by the keeper of the store as she nodded along to everything he said, gently touching the various toys and articles displayed. 

Steve was there for shopping of his own and since he had been looking for a new victim -at the time- he had approached her, excusing the male who was very obviously doing her no help but only confusing her. He remembered how her teary eyes had gleamed as she thanked him for the help, struggling to explain how she walked in just to observe but the attendant adamantly pushed on and on. He could tell she was socially anxious. The work he'd done in the psychiatric department during his residency had taught him some things about such matters. 

The man had found himself loving how she opened up to him. And as he took her to the nearest coffee shop to help her calm down, he learned that she did not do that with everyone. It had made him feel special. 

After that, it was destiny. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they had developed a friendship. And then one day Steve took a risk and asked her why she had really been at the store that day. To his surprise, -as Y/n was actually very, very shy especially when it came to things like these- the girl confessed her taste for… unconventional activities of the bedroom. Not that she'd ever indulged in any, but he remembered her saying how she'd want to experience that with someone worthy some day. 

Oh. He still remembered how he had to relieve himself twice and some more later that day. 

The way she knew how to guard her perfect self and dignity while still being so fragile and supple. 

Y/n was truly one of a kind and his most prized possession. So whilst he found the submission by letting someone become a part of himself beautiful, he found himself wanting her to be a part of his life even more.

For once, he'd abandon his selfish ways because she deserved it and everything fine and good he could give her. 

She was his special one. His pure one. His pet. 

There would never be another like her. 

"Just a sip, huh?" His own breathing had deepened as he raised an eyebrow, pulling her closer by the hold he had on her throat, thumb reaching for her chin and caressing it as his hand travelled back up the length of her neck. 

Y/n nodded, pupils dilated with desire as she felt his digit toy with her bottom lip. "Y- Yes, sir…"

"Seeing as today is a special day, I think I can arrange that for you, pet…" His hand was back to caressing her now really warm cheek as his thumb invaded the moist cavern of her mouth, a sigh escaping him at the sight as well as the feeling of her lips tightening around the object of said intrusion. 

Steve took a decent sip of his drink before nearing her lips and dragging his thumb halfway out of Y/n's mouth before applying pressure on her lower jaw and prying it open. A whimper escaped the girl as she realized what was coming, feeling heat pool between her hips as she increased the gap between her lips, obediently waiting for the man to release the drink in her mouth. 

"Uh, uh, uh~" Steve warned after transferring the contents in his mouth to hers, using his wet thumb to push the droplet that was trying to escape her mouth by trickling down one of the corners, his digit forcing it back in with the rest of it. "Good girl~" he praised her patience as she stayed still in the same position, liquid filled mouth opened wide as she awaited his command. "Swallow it away, baby." 

She was too good. 

The younger closed her mouth and swallowed the strong beverage, face twisting and tender features hardening in response to the bitter taste. 

"Ew, gross" Steve found the response beautiful. 

So pure. 

"See," placing their empty glasses on the coffee table, the male stood up to his height and held out his hands for hers before pulling her up to her feet when she reached for him, pecking her lips. "This is why you should always listen to me. Because…?" Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to continue. 

"Master knows best, sir."

"Good girl." 

There was a brief moment of silence and stillness before they latched onto each other like starved savages, Steve easily dominating Y/n and the inexperienced one letting him as they stumbled the way to 'his room', the sloppy sounds their lips were making loud in the otherwise quiet house, a moan leaving the girl when the male's tongue invaded her mouth, his hands carefully holding the sides of her face to cease her in his grip to restrain her against him and away from the rest of the world, yet soft enough to not scare her. 

Steve refused to mess this up for himself. 

Once in the room, the male backed up after placing the girl in front of him, dark eyes carefully watching her standing obediently in place as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. 

"Go ahead now, pet. Be a dear and show Master his property" placing one hand besides him on the bed, he leaned against it, manspreading as he sighed while adjusting his hips to ease his erection a little. 

Y/n's whole face flushed at his words as she bit her bottom lip, gaze shying away from his as she understood what he meant, the dull ache between her legs speeding up a little more. 

"Hey, hey!" He called out to her, snapping his fingers to get her attention as she was blushing with her gaze fixated on the ground now, fingers softly fumbling with the hem of her dress. "Here, eyes up here" Steve ordered, indulging deeper in his Dom space. "Come on now, pet. You have been such a good girl tonight. Don't go off ruining it for yourself, now. Eyes up where I can see them." 

"Sorry, Master" despite how shy and embarrassed she felt, Y/n forced herself to reconnect her gaze with his, wanting to please him at all costs. 

"Good girl." Her fingers reached for the strings holding her dress together, pulling at them and letting the fabric loose. "Good girl~" Steve drew the praise out this time, gulping before running his tongue across his lips again. "Just like that~" his words were both encouraging and warm, providing confidence as she slowly pulled her arms out of the steeves, taking a long inhale before pulling it down her breasts, breath hitching when it brushed past her torso and then eventually down the length of her beautiful legs, defensively covering her exposed cushions when she stood back up.

"Simply gorgeous~" Steve continued to praise her as his eyes travelled up and down her body that he was seeing this exposed for the first time, clicking his tongue when they stopped at her arms that were curled against her front. "Come on, now. Remove those arms for me, baby. Aren't you going to let me see my property?" 

"N- No, sir… I- I am" taking in one last breath, the girl lowered her arms and let them hang freely at her sides, shivering as her nipples hardened in response to the room temperature, goosebumps rising on her skin as the realisation of just how exposed she really was seeped in deeper and deeper. 

Steve took his sweet time admiring the view, hand slowly teasing his bulge as he whimpered under his breath. "Come here." The steps she took were given an eyebrow raise as the male slowly tilted his head to the side. "Nu- uh. I've taught you how good dolls walk for their Masters, tch" her cheeks burned brighter, streaks of the colour now starting to travel down to her neck as she whimpered out a hushed apology, lowering herself on all fours before slowly starting to crawl towards the man. 

"Good pet." His occupied hand reached for her neck when she was in reach, pulling her shy body closer to himself, Steve placed both his feet against the insides of Y/n's knees before forcing them apart, causing the younger to yelp and stumble face first in his crotch. 

"S- Sorry, Master! I am sorry!" The girl scrambled back up in embarrassment, having a hard time staying in place because of the foreign position she'd been forced in, a shudder escaping her when she felt a slight breeze caress her now fully exposed sex. 

"Aren't you a cutie, hm?" Steve's pupils were blown wide with lust, the nervousness radiating off Y/n fuel for his libido. "Look at you all red and shy like you're not soaking for me down… here" a loud gasp resounded in the room when he swiftly moved forward and reached for her wet cunt, two fingers brushing the hot folds of flesh before slipping further south and feeling the tight and virgin entrance, causing the upper half of Y/n's body to spasm in response, knees starting to shake from the unexpected violation. 

"M- Master~" the girl moaned, trembling hands curled against his knees for support as the older continued to feel and caress every inch and crevice of her pulsating sex, dark eyes savoring every gasp and flinch of her body. 

"So tight, so innocent, aren't you?" Y/n nodded, biting her bottom lip at the feeling, hips slowly trying to rock against his arm for better stimulation. "Yet you are dripping just from being naked, tsk." Not being able to resist the temptation, he reached for the beautiful length of her throat with his free hand, caressing the middle before pulling her closer and applying a small bit of pressure. "I'd be humiliated if I were you, you know. Having to strip down to nothing in front of someone fully dressed. But then there's you, moaning and fucking yourself against my fingers."

"P- Please… please, sir… so, so good…" She pleaded, tiny droplets of sweat decorating her skin as a few of her strands sticking to it. "Please…" It was the first time she had ever been touched by someone other than herself down there. She felt small. Powerless. Completely at the mercy of the man before her. 

"Such a needy pet I have" the man chuckled when she moaned in response to his fingers disconnecting with her core as he brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, humming at the sweet taste as his other hand choked her harder now, causing her lips to fall open to try and suck in oxygen, nostrils flaring as she tilted her head back, hips subconsciously rocking in the air still, cunt desperate for stimulation. 

"What was that?" Steve questioned when she mouthed him a silent and breathless please, hand forcing her face closer to his ear as he released her airway just enough to allow her to gasp some air in. "Come on, pet. Tell me what you want." 

"You, Master… please… you. I need you" not used to waiting this long as she usually relieved herself right away, Y/n pleaded through her teary vision, gulping down the bile in her throat. "Need you. Need you so bad…" Her words snapped something in him and he stilled for a moment before pulling her even closer, grinning down at her sickly while his other hand pushed away the hairs sticking to her pretty face. 

"You need me, huh baby?" The girl nodded.

"Only you, Master. So bad… please." Oh if only she had the slightest idea of how his messed up mind was registering those words. "Felt so good… please…" 

"Good. You should only ever want me because only I know what you like. Only I can give you what you need." Standing up, he let his thumb caress her lips again.

"No one but you, sir…" She promised, obediently peeking up at him through her long lashes. 

"Good doll…" The man praised in response before biting his lip and leaning his hips closer to her face, brushing his aching bulge against her nose. "You feel that, pet? This is what you do to me." Y/n only moaned in response, noting to herself the information that she liked having his crotch rubbed in her face, the hardness caressing the tip of her nose as she sighed in contentment before unintentionally pressing a kiss to the area. 

Steve ceased all movement as he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Fuck. This. This was a whole another kind of submission. Foreign, yes, but definitely victorious among all the other ones he'd experienced before. And to think this was coming from a virgin; a blank slate. All his to paint and mould however he would desire. Pulling and pushing her in every and any way he wanted. He would be all she would ever know. Nothing more, nothing less. Uncontaminated. Truly honest. Beautiful. His. 

If this wasn't perfection, Steve didn't know what was. Just what was real, if not this. Destiny, or salvation could not be anything else but this supple and untainted girl before him whom he'd colour in that of his own. Perfect in his mercy. Beautiful in his arms, or… under his cock. 

Just where she belonged. 

Y/n whimpered as she was pulled up to her feet before Steve closed the distance between them and kissed her with a passion so warm she could feel the heat radiating off him, moaning at the taste of his tongue when it invaded her own before starting to explore the rest of her mouth, her body trusting his and letting itself be guided in whatever direction he moved her in, her brain only focused on the rough kiss she was struggling to keep up with, lungs churning for air with each passing second before eventually be provided with relief when the man pulled back to push her down against the soft mattress, not breaking eye contact as he rid himself of his clothes. 

"Get up there and spread. Show me how much you need me. Present yourself like a worthy toy if you want to be treated like one." 

Letting go of all formality and dignity, Y/n desperately backed herself to the middle of the bed, laying down before divorcing her legs and moaning as she separated her petals, looking back up as she felt the mattress dip only to gasp when her hand was smacked away. 

"Only Master gets to touch that" clicking his tongue, Steve pumped his length as he spread them himself with his other hand now, licking his lips at the sight of her tiny hole that winked in response to the exposure. It pleased him to know that he was all it would ever know. So fucking much. 

"Please, sir… please… I need you so bad, please…" Y/n's lips parted and formed a faint 'O' shape when Steve pushed one of his fingers in leaking opening of her sex, impatient yet gentle in trying to work it open for his cock that would surely rip her open otherwise. "S- So good…" The upper half of her body collapsed against the mattress as her hands instinctively placed themselves above her head, fingers tangling in her own hair. 

"Good girl. You're doing so good. I am so proud of you, pet." The male praised as he bit back his moan that formed due to the feeling of her tight cavity clinging to his digit, making soft squelching sounds as he slowly worked up a rhythm. 

"S- So full… So… good, sir~" Y/n was not the brave experimentalist and so his finger alone had her eyes rolling to the back of her head, the ring of muscles governing her entrance trying to tighten themselves shut when Steve pushed another finger in, scissoring them as he slightly curled them inside her, the intensity of the stimulation heating up her insides as she squeaked and tried to close her legs only to whine she found her legs trapped under his knees. 

"Want to close them already, huh? Tsk. And to think that I haven't even started fucking you yet." The male mused with a smirk as he now placed his tip against her now somewhat worked opening, replacing his cock with fingers before the stubborn flesh muscles tried to retreat back to their places. 

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello! I wanted to know if there was any tips to get you back to writing a Story for a fandom that you are no longer interested in. Basically, how can you find that certain ✨️spark✨️ that you once had when you first entered the fandom, in order to find the motivation and inspiration to go back to writing that piece again?

Fan-Fiction: Finding Spark to Finish Old Fic

We talk a lot about "sparks of inspiration" in creative writing, because those creative sparks are what motivate us to write about a particular thing. Sparks of inspiration can come from almost anywhere, but quite often they arise out of our interest in something. For example, if you're interested in high fantasy and you become interested in found family, you might be inspired to write a high fantasy incorporating found family. Your interest in examining the theme and dynamics of found family is what motivates you to write the story. So, when we lose that interest, that's a problem.

So, how do we rekindle that interest once it's lost? With original fiction, it's a matter of rediscovering your interest in the story you wanted to tell--the characters, the world, the themes you wanted to explore, the events you wanted to happen. With fan-fiction, it's a bit more complicated, because not only do you have to rediscover your love for the story you wanted to tell, you have to rediscover your love for the story that inspired you in the first place. In other words, if you're writing Good Omens fan-fiction, for example, you need to rekindle your interest in Good Omens before you can rekindle your interest in your own story. And rekindling your interest in someone else's story... that can be tricky.

We write fan-fiction because we're head over heels in love with a story, whether it's a TV show, movie, book, comic, musical, celebrities, etc. And the thing/s that make us head over heels in love with that story in the first place can be very specific to who we are in that moment in time. The genres that interest us, the actors who put butterflies in our stomachs, the characters we connect with, the themes that resonate with us, and the pairings that gave us life... that can change even after a few months. So, when you've moved on and those things about that fandom no longer interest you, what do you do?

Fake it. You have to fake it. Start by sitting down and doing some thinking about what you loved about that fandom in the first place. What drew you to watch it/read it in the first place? What elements early on made you think "OMG, I LOVE THIS"? What was it about the genre that pulled you in? Who were the actors you liked best and why? Which characters did you connect with and why? What themes resonated with you most and why? Which pairings made your heart beat out of your chest? Try watching some fan-videos on YouTube to remind you of what you loved. Look for character studies, episode or season tributes, ship-focused videos, or ensemble videos. You can also try watching trailers, behind-the-scenes featurettes, blooper reels, clips, cast/crew interviews, and vlog-style videos that examine the story or characters.

Once you've done that, hopefully you'll feel enough of that initial spark that you'll be motivated to work on your fic again. You'll still probably have to think about the story you wanted to tell and why you wanted to tell it, but hopefully this wave of motivation will be enough to help you finish your story.

I hope that helps!

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