#we all would like Miranda in our beds

[punishereditz]

Sex And The Multiverse

Pairing: Deadpool x Wolverine x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Blind Al cameo. Mentions of drugs. Swearing. Smut. Threesome. Oral. (M receiving) Anal. P in V. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Double penetration. Fingering. Spanking. Hair pulling. Overstimulation. Creampie. Squirting. Lube. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Mask kink.

AN: For the girls who love sex and the city.

Word count: 1.8k words.

Summary: When you can't choose between Deadpool or Wolverine; they choose for you.

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You never imagined your life would be like Carrie Bradshaw's. But here you are. Your life like an episode of the show. But... you're not living the glamorous life of Carrie. You're not being invited to all the cool parties or hanging out with Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda or going shoe shopping. No. You're living the toxic and chaotic life of Carrie Bradshaw.

The life of men. You're currently in her shoes right now. Your torn between Adain and Mr. Big. In this scenario, You're Carrie. Wade is Adien and Logan is Mr. Big. You're with Wade, and you love him. But after things started to go wrong in his universe, he needed Logan to save his world and well, you needed Wade to protect you from the TVA. You snuck into his universe. Running away from your past. But then your past was back into your life. Logan.

You knew him in another world. You loved him. He loved you. Then disaster happened. You ran away and found happiness you thought you lost in Wade. Everything started to settle. Became normal. Then Logan came into the picture. Yes, he wasn't your Logan, but it was enough to make those old feelings rekindle. You were in a bad situation. You were overwhelmed with emotions. You don't know what to do. After being by their side to save his universe and defeat Cassandrea Nova, Wade made the decision for Logan to stay in his world.

Yes, it was nice of him and the "worst" Logan was happy, but you were miserable. You hated yourself for letting your mind go to places it shouldn't be going. But you simply couldn't resist yourself. And with each passing day, it slowly got worse and worse. So, when Wade and Logan went off on a mission. Having to help the TVA out, you were grateful. You stride through the apartment until you found blind Al.

"Hi. I need your help with something." You leaned against the doorframe, and she scoffed.

"I don't care."

"I'll get you some coke if you help me."

"I'm listening." You chuckled at how quickly she agreed after your offer.

"I can't decide between Adien and Mr. Big."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Alright. Forget that. What I'm trying to say is that I'm thinking about Logan."

"So?"

"So... I'm thinking about him in ways I shouldn't." There was a pause. Silence taking over the room for a moment. She hummed. Sitting down at the table in front of you.

"And that's a problem how?"

"I'm with Wade." Blind Al noticed the stress in your tone. She tried to think of how to reassure you.

"We can't stop our minds from wondering. I love Molly but I think about Mary Jane." You rolled your eyes at how she used drugs as an example.

"Al, I'm serious. I don't know what to do. I... thought I moved on from Logan but apparently, I haven't. I mean... I know I can't have both, but how do I choose?"

Al sighed. Shaking her head. "You don't. You're overthinking this. Let your heart decide." She stood up. "Now don't forget you owe me now." And there went that sincere moment. You sighed. Watching as she walked away. You went into Wade's room. Laying down on his bed. Thinking over Blind Al's words.

While all this happened, you didn't realize that Wade and Logan were back from the mission and that Logan had picked up on the conversation. He wasn't going to say anything, but Wade pushed until he finally caved and told him. They stood at the bottom of the stairs. Taking in the new information. Thats when Wade had an idea. He told Logan and he was hesitant. But with enough talking, Wade got him talked into it. They went into the apartment, telling Blind Al to leave. Which at first, she refused, but then Wade gave her the same offer you gave her, and she quickly left. Once she was gone, Wade immediately found you. He smiled under his mask.

"Hi baby girl." You smiled. Getting up from the bed. You went over to him. Wrapping your arms around him for a hug. His hands going down to your ass. Giving it a squeeze. "Wade!" You squealed, but before you could do anything else, you felt another set of hands rest on your waist. "Hey princess." Logan spoke lowly in your ear. Your cheeks flushed a bright red shade, and you felt all your oxygen leave your body.

"Aw. Did peanut make you flustered there?" Wade teased. Tilting his head to the side. You swallowed hard.

"Wh- what are you two up to?" You stuttered over your words.

"Well, baby girl. A little heightened sense birdy heard that you've been watching a lot of sex and the city recently." Wade chimed. Your eyes going wide as you realized they heard everything. They both moved closer to you. You were trapped between their bodies. Wade's hands stayed on your ass. His chest almost touching yours. His bulge against your lower stomach. Logan's hands on your sides. His bulge pressed against your ass. Oh lord.

"Want us both huh?" Logan said and you felt him move closer. His body completely pressed against yours now. You gasped. "Well, you can have it princess." He growled in your ear. A shiver running down your spine. Wade suddenly picked you up. Carrying you over to the desk in his room. He sat you down. His masked eyes heavy on you. Logan came over next to Wade. Looking down at you through masked eyes as well. In a blink of an eye, Logan used his claws to cut your shirt. The fabric falling to the ground. Then Wade was gripping your pants and pulling them down. They worked together to undress you, and you were naked in front of them in just a second. Everything was happening so fast. You didn't have time to process or protest anything.

Logan pushed you down onto the desk. Bent you over, laying on your stomach. Logan ran his hands over your ass. Smacking it. You looked up to see Wade walk in front of you. "Such a good little slut for us." Wade cooed. "Such a good girl." Logan said as his hand came down for another smack.

"Think you can handle both of us princess?" Logan spoke and Wade grabbed your chin. Tilting your head up to look at him. "Answer his question sweetie." You swallowed hard at Wade's words. Slowly nodding. "Y-yes." Logan grinned and he spoke. "Good girl."

Then you suddenly felt one of fingers slip into your cunt. You whimpered. But your sounds were quickly muffled as Wade pushed his cock into your mouth. You hummed in delight. Your eyes fluttering shut as you started to bob your head. Sucking his cock as Logan fingered you. His finger curling up. Your arousal growing. Your little sounds getting louder as he pushed another finger in. You paused for a moment. Trying to adjust, but Wade wouldn't let you stop. He rested his hand on the back of your head and started to push your head forward. Pulling you back. Pushing forward again.

Logan growled at the sight of you sucking Wade's cock and your ass in front of him. He couldn't take it any longer. Without warning, he pulled his hand away. Replacing his fingers with his cock. Your loud moan was muffled as he pushed the tip in. Slowly pushing further until you were taking every single inch of him. That wasn't enough though. He wasn't just going to make you take him. Logan pushed your head down. Making you take every inch of Wade as well. Logan and Wade both thrusted into you. Matching each other's rhythm. Wade's cock hitting the back of your throat. Gagging with each thrust. Logan's cock hitting your g-spot with each harsh thrust of his.

It was so overwhelming. You were so full. You didn't think you could take this, but with each thrust into your dripping pussy and mouth, they proved you wrong. You've had a lot of good sex, but nothing on this level. You didn't even know where to start with describing the pleasure you were feeling; actually... you couldn't. You can't describe the pleasure because you've never felt this kind of pleasure before. It was so good. So good. Your climax was building up quick. Logan knew this. So, he pounded into you faster until you were soaking his cock and choking on Wade's. They both slowed down. Pulled your slumped body up. "Look at you... taking us both. You did so well." Wade praised.

"We need you to take more. Can you do that sweetheart?" Logan whispered in your ear. You nodded. Trying to catch your breath. Still coming down from your orgasm. "Good girl." Wade said and Logan picked you up. Carrying you over to the bed. Wade laid down. Pulling you down on top of him. "Such a good slut. This is what you wanted? Both of us?" Wade teased as he pushed his cock into your cunt. You gasped. Logan's finger starting to trace and rub over your asshole. "Oh, fuck. Yes!" You moaned your answer loudly.

"Good. Because we're just getting started with you." Logan said after he had rubbed lube on his cock and dripped some down the crack of your ass. Then he carefully started to push his cock into your asshole. Once his cock was settled into you. Wade started thrusting up. Logan falling behind him. You thought earlier was overwhelming, but this? They filled your holes perfectly. Your walls clenching around them as they fucked you. Their cocks twitching.

Logan grabbed you by the hair. Gripping it so he could fuck you harder. Wade holding onto your hips. Steadying you against him and Logan. Your moans turned to shouts. Moaning their names. Your climax sneaking up on you again. This one hitting you harder. Your legs starting to shake. Wades cock twitched and throbbed in your cunt as he came. Your orgasm following after him. You squirted on his cock and his red suit. Logan reached his arm around. His finger finding your clit. Starting to rub fast circles. "That's it princess. Fucking soak 'em." Logan growled. His cock slamming into your ass and his motions on your clit making you squirt more. It all got to Logan, and he filled your asshole up with his cum. Coming to a stop with one last harsh thrust.

You were breathless. A film of sweat covering your skin. Your body weak and shaking. Wade and Logan weren't going to let you off of the hook though. "Can you be a good girl for us and take some more?" Logan whispered his words in your ear with a wicked grin. This was going to be a very... very long night.

[blairkiss]

Endless passion.

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Female reader, 18+, Lesbian Sex, Soft dom!Miranda, Wife!Miranda, Fluff at the end

by @blairkiss .. first smut !

The first thing she does is kiss me, before we're even fully through the door. Her mouth is soft and sweet. She tastes of wine, the same wine we drank in the restaurant. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever known.

She pushes me gently back, still kissing, until my shoulders touch the wall. The door falls shut, the latch clicking softly. We stand together, kissing, breathing.

“Miranda.” I whisper into her ear. Her tongue is warm on my throat.

"My sweet wife," she whispers.

She takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom. I feel shy with her, sometimes, like a nervous virgin, although I am far from that. But there is a certain awkwardness when we undress, because she is so much more graceful than I. When I'm in her arms, though, there's nothing but pleasure.

"How do you want me?" I ask her. "How do you want it to be?"

She considers. "Lie down," she tells me. "Let me show you."

I lie back on the bed, and she joins me, propped up on her elbows over my body, I look up at her with lust and excitement. An expression of pure love to the large woman who was currently on top of my body.

"I have wanted this all day," she says.

"Yes," I say.

"You make me so wet."

I spread my legs for her, and she settles between them, she looked up at her for permission and to which I gladly put my hands in her blonde hair.

After a few moments of Miranda fiddling with my pants, she eventually takes them off, aswell as my underwear. She sticks them in her back pocket for safe keeping, as she usually collected them and would use them for her own purposes.

“yes.” I said breathlessly, my hands in her blonde hair. I can feel her breath against my inner thigh

"You taste so good," she says. She licks along the seam of my lips. She presses her tongue inside.

She's done this so many times, but she has always managed to make me feel like it's the first time. She's an expert with her tongue. She knows just how I like to be touched. Her tongue moves slowly, circling around the nub of my clitoris. Then she pulls it into her mouth, and I can't help letting out a borderline pornographic moan.

"That's right, let me hear you," she says, her breath warm against my skin. "I love to hear you."

"Yes."

She moves her tongue down to my opening, pressing inside. I arch up off the bed.

"Miranda, yes."

She returns her tongue to my clit, stroking me there, making me writhe in pleasure.

Within minutes of the similar movement from Miranda, I tug on her hair more.

“God.. Mir— I’m gonna..” I can feel it bubbling up inside me, ready to burst out and take over my body, I hold it in longer.

The way her tongue moves around the tip of my clit, her lips wrapped around me, sucking softly, her fingers moving inside, stroking, I can't hold on any longer.

"Yes, oh yes."

I come. My muscles tense, I arch off the bed, my eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure radiates out from my center, through my hips, thighs, chest.

Miranda pulls away, seeming proud of making me feel this way, her eyes watching over me as I basked in the aftershock.

"That was good," she says.

I can't quite speak yet, so I smile.

She climbs back on top of me and kisses me. She slides her tongue inside, letting me taste myself.

"Mmm," I murmur.

She sits up and straddles my thigh.

“I’m exhausted.” I sigh, my hands weakly grabbing Miranda’s hips.

"Then we should get some sleep," she says. She rolls off and pulls the covers over both of us.

We are quiet, lying there, and the silence is a comfort. It's enough, to be next to her. To share her space, her time.

I roll onto my side, and she scoots over so we're pressed close together, her breasts against my chest, her face buried in the crook of my neck. I can feel her warm breath against my skin.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you too."

I fall asleep like that, curled up against her, her strong arm wrapped around my waist.

[royaltysuite]

Sweet Taste... (w/ Karl Heisenberg)

Summary: Right after the meeting with Mother Miranda and the rest of the lords, Heisenberg seems to need his favorite vice in the form of you shivering and whimpering beneath before he faces off with Ethan Winters. You seem to have the same thought to surprise him when he returns home... As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Warnings: Dom!Heisenberg, Sub!Reader, unprotected p-i-v, Heisenberg fucks you in his work room, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), degradation

Author's Note: Here it is folks, my very first Kinktober 2024 post. The one will fall under the Domination/Submission category. This does not mean it can't be requested again. Each category is open to be requested with different characters. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay Classy~~~

Wanna Buy Me A Coffee?

When Karl was called away to an audience with Mother Miranda, I had already begun to suspect that he would return home highly upset. It was no secret that he hated being in her presence. After all, what she did to him was something he never wanted.

But, that didn't necessarily mean it didn't give him new gifts.

While Heisenberg was away, I began to prepare for his return. I made my way towards his main workshop which was connected to our bed chambers. The journey there was silent despite the sound of machinery clanging together.

It didn't take long for me to reach my destination and enter the room. Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me and got to work clearing up some space. It didn't take long for me to get the area somewhat cleaned before I began to get myself ready.

Luckily, his workshop had a built-in shower room so I didn't have to walk too far to quickly shower and get dressed. Though, I did have to enter our shared room to grab my gift for Karl. It was a nice lingerie set that Alcina had gifted me despite Karl's protests.

Honestly those two argue like their true siblings. Besides the point...

I set the box aside on the bathroom counter before hopping underneath the stream of hot, steaming water. I stood under there for a good minute before actually scrubbing myself down with a jasmine infused oil, knowing it would be a welcome scent from the typical blood and grime he was used to.

I scrubbed for a good ten minutes before shutting off the water and drying off. Once dried, I then took the lingerie set and quickly got dressed. As I was in the middle ready, the phone in Karl's workshop began to rang. The loud ring startled me out of my skin and my hand went to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

The phone then rang three more times after the first. A sequence that only him and I knew in case we needed to contact one another. Once the ring finished, I immediately answered and was greeted by the gruff tone of my husband.

"Doll, you there?" His question pierced in my ear. "Yes, my love. I'm here. How did your audience go with Miranda?" I responded to him. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll be home soon, so be a good girl and wait for me alright?" The message was clear as day to me.

I knew exactly what he meant and it set the start to the fire in my stomach. Each second was agonizing to me when all I wanted was to feel his rough touch upon my body. But, I knew that if I started without him, I would be in for punishment instead of the pleasure I craved.

Five minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye and the doorknob to the workshop began to wiggle. 'He's here...' I thought, scrambling to make myself look presentable for him. My eyes never left from the door as it creaked open.

They soon landed on my husband's figure as he crossed the threshold into the room. He then saw my form spread out across his desk and he sucked in a sharp breath. "What's all this?" He questioned, his deep brown eyes darkening with lust as they roamed my plush, lingerie-clad figure.

"Just wanted to be a little...stress relief for you. After all, I know how much you hate being near that woman. So, why don't you come here and take what's yours?" That seemed to change something in him because as soon as I finished speaking, his lips immediately met with mine.

The kiss was heated and sloppy. It was like he was trying to devour me whole at that moment. My hands began to aimlessly wander, trying to reach his waistband. Though that didn't sit well with him. "Don't start acting like a brat. You'll get what you want soon enough..." He growled, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and causing it to draw blood.

I winced softly but let out a whine, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up and ravage me. Karl then pulled away and flipped me over, my stomach coming in contact with the cold feeling on the desk beneath me. His hands then began to move around my body, lingering along my waistband.

"Wearing such clothing...you must've been wanting to be treated like nothing. Is that what you want, Princess?" "Please, treat me like nothing but a dirty slut..." I moaned, trying to rub my ass against him in an attempt for him to get the hint.

Luckily, he did because as soon as I did, he delivered a swift smack against my right cheek and followed up with another. The sudden strike left me shocked and I gasped out a moan. Heisenberg then took the chance to finally rip off my panties, effectively tearing them to shreds. Well, there goes that pair...

Once the fabric was out of the way, he pulled my legs apart and the sight of my quivering pussy made him grunt as he took in my scent. I could feel his shaking breaths inching closer and closer before his lips attached themselves to my cunt.

Just like when he kissed me, that same passion and desire to devour me came back tenfold. Each flick of his tongue hitting my clit sent tiny sparks to my core. I tried my best to hold back my moans but was met with another strike to my ass. A silent way of him telling me 'Let me hear you...'

Though, I was never the best at keeping quiet when it came to sleeping with my beast of a husband.

Karl kept a solid, steady pace of eating me out - soon bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my first of many orgasms. "Close...i'm so close~" I whined, trying to pull him closer so that I could cum.

But my efforts proved futile as he pulled away, causing me to whine loudly due to my orgasm being ripped away from me. Though that of course didn't bother my husband. He then flipped me onto my back before working to remove his belt and pants.

The sight of his hands running down his body and palming himself through his boxers was one that I loved. Not wanting to lose my orgasm, I tried to finger myself but my hand was caught in his tight grip.

"Didn't I say to be a good little slut?" "P-please, I need-" "Shh, I know what you need, but you'll be digging yourself deeper into a hole if you continue to act up. Now, you wanna be my perfect little slut or a brat that gets nothing?" He questioned, his tone deep and sultry.

As much as I wanted to act out, the need to be fucked-out was much stronger. "I'll be good, I promise~~ Please fuck me!" I cried out, my cries soon turning into moans at the feeling of his length pushing past my entrance.

He fed me inch by inch until the entirety of his cock was nestled deep inside of me. Even without him moving, I could still feel him reach spots that I could never reach with any toy that I had. Not even with my fingers.

Karl, after giving me a few seconds to adjust, began thrusting at a steady pace. The slow drag of his cock against my walls was a feeling that could instantly send me into a euphoric bliss. No longer able to hold back, my moans echoed loudly in the room and if someone were to walk past, they'd know exactly what was happening behind these closed doors.

Pleased by my unspoken choice, Karl smirked and started to increase the pace. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began pounding away without any abandon. It caught me by surprise, but that was washed away completely and was replaced by pure and immense pleasure.

The lewd sound of his hips making contact with my ass. The smell of sweat, sex and ashes. And when he reached in between our bodies to start playing with my clit. It was like my senses went into overdrive and I came right then and there alongside my husband. Though really, I squirted all over his lower body.

This caught Karl by surprise and he chuckled under his breath. "Oh my...baby, how come you never told me you could do that?" "I-i didn't know I could even do that...this is so embarrassing." I stuttered in response, trying yet failing to shield my heated face from his gaze.

He then pulled my hands away from my face and planted a cheek on my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I hope you're ready for more because for the rest of the night, I'm making you do that over and over."

And with those words, he hoisted my naked form into an upright position. The sudden movement caused my legs to lock behind his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid that I would lose my grip and fall.

My husband let out a boisterous laugh before he made his way to the connecting room. Oh how long this night will be...

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Author's Note: And there we have it guys, the first ever post for Kinktober 2024! It honestly took a lot longer than I wanted but that's only because I kept getting distracted by other Kinktober fics. On another note, as stated previously, if there's a topic you'd like to use in any requests/commissions, please let me know. The topics won't be removed so you can ask for any topic with a character you'd like to see written for it. Anyways, that's all and I hope you guys do enjoy reading this! Stay Classy~~

[beautifulblooms]

A Lord Brought to His Knees - Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader SMUT

So I may have more things to pull out of my hell that is google drive, anyways, enjoy this shit show, not actually proofread btw, this hasn’t been touched in at least a good couple years, so once again first person pov might be shitty.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Let’s just start off with how Karl ended up in this situation, he decided to be a bitch for much longer than he should’ve been. You were both called to a meeting held by Mother Miranda and of course, Karl wanted to try and tease you. Wrong day, wrong time, things were already going haywire because of some mishaps in the factory that day. One of the dead bodies that had been experimented on got out of its little holding area and started causing havoc. This led to a very upset you, a few broken tables and doors, and one very dead experiment. So when Karl decided to tease you at the meeting by brushing up against your crotch several times, even palming you through your pants once or twice, you knew that tonight he would get his punishment. And that he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Exiting the chapel you grabbed Karl’s wrist and began pulling him to your shared sector of the Romanian countryside you lived in.

“Woah, what's with the rush doll? We’ve got plenty of time to get back to the factory before dark, besides none of the lycans would dare touch either of us.” Karl said trying to A. figure out what pissed you off and B. calm you down a bit.

“Oh trust me, I’m well aware of that, but you on the other hand should be worrying about what’s going to happen as soon as we make it back to that factory. Now walk faster.” There was nothing but anger and bitterness dripping from your words as the walking pace you set became faster. Karl realized he might’ve pushed you too far and now he would have to deal with the outcome, he could handle it, right? Spoiler alert, no he couldn’t. Upon reaching the factory and opening the main doors, you dragged Karl inside and slammed the door shut. “You have exactly five minutes to get your ass up to our room, strip naked, and lay yourself out on that bed before I come up there and give you what you deserve.”

There was nothing but anger and lust in your voice as you gave him very clear instructions about what you expected of him. Karl soon hightailed it up the stairs, taking off his hat, coat, and glasses on the way up. Opening the door to your shared room he began stripping the rest of his clothes, his boots and socks followed by his belt and necklace. Quickly pulling off his shirt and pants along with his underwear he jumped onto the bed, laying himself out like you instructed. You, on the other hand, took your sweet time to get the ropes you had been saving, nylon ropes so they wouldn’t hurt his wrists and ankles too badly and walked up to the bedroom where a naked Karl awaited you.

Walking through the still-open door you looked to the right to see Karl on the bed, sprawled out with a hard-on. A smirk came over your lips, happy he so easily followed directions given how bratty he was earlier. Placing the ropes on the bedside, you began to strip yourself, slowly of course to tease Karl. Once you were down to nothing but your boxers you grabbed the first bundle of the nylon rope, unraveling it to tie up his ankles.

“You my dear have been very obnoxious today, and because of that,” you tied his left ankle to the bedpost, “you will be at my will for the next several hours.” Finishing off his right ankle you moved back to the nightstand to grab the next bundle before repeating a similar process with his wrists at the top of the bed.

“C’mon I didn’t tease you that much I mean it didn’t even look like ya got hard from it.” Karl’s words were shaky, trying to reason with a very angry and horny you was not going well for him, nor would it go well over the rest of the evening.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pushed it too far on a really shitty day and now, here’s the consequences.” A twisted smile replaced your previous expression, finally getting to remind Karl that when he teases there are in fact things you can and will do as retaliation. Finishing up his wrists, you stood back and moved to the end of the bed, staring down at the lovely sight. The powerful Lord Heisenberg tied to his bed with a raging boner almost begging to be touched at all. Walking back over to the nightstand you open the drawer on the bottom, pulling out a black gift box, this is where Karl starts to regret what he did. Once open, all the lovely little toys and things you could ever want to use on Karl were inside vibrators, fleshlights, plugs, dildos, cock rings, and even a cock cage, to say you had the strangest order history from the Duke was an understatement.

Looking down at your options, you pulled out one of the vibrators that you could strap around his dick and one of the larger plugs. Placing the box by his feet you crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest to face his dick, strapping the vibrator around his cock and turning it on pretty high he began to jerk his hips up at the mild touch from you, and extreme stimulation he was now experiencing.

“Oh fuck me, why so god damned high?” Karl was groaning and forced some words out in protest of your actions.

“I will just give it a while, and it’s turned up so high because I said so.” There was a bittersweet tone to your voice, happy with how he was taking the punishment. Moving off his chest, you turned around and shuffled between his legs, now grabbing the plug you pulled out. “This will stand in for me for a little bit, so get comfy.” You smiled sickly at him, the face he made was enjoyable to you given what you were currently doing. Pushing the plug to his rim, you started slowly feeding it into his hole, moans left the lord below you. Finally bottoming out the plug, you began to thrust it in and out of him gently, trying to make this enjoyable for him for the short period you were touching him. Thrusting it in one last time, you let go of the glass plug that now sat inside of him, a small noise of distaste left his mouth when you stepped off the bed and moved to the desk chair on the other side of the room, in perfect view of the bed.

“So are you just going to watch me deal with all of this from over there?” Karl was upset that you weren’t touching him, his words still shaky, and struggled as the vibrator continued its job.

“Yeah, I am, I might just read a few chapters of a book while I’m at it.” Another sickly sweet smile was sent in his direction while you grabbed the book off the desk to your left, opening it to where you had read last. However, Karl was rather determined to get you to touch him, moaning, groaning, and whining too loud for you to focus on the words written on the page.

“Please just come touch me, anything, please, I’m sorry, ple-” Karl’s sentence was quickly cut off by his first orgasm of the night, you were honestly surprised it took this long considering you had put the vibrator on nearly 5 minutes ago.

“I thought I made myself very clear that I was going to let you deal with all that for a while before I did anything, this is your punishment remember?” Without even looking up from the book you tried to remind him once more that he was in the dog house for the shit he pulled earlier. Trying to once again focus on the novel in your hands you took a deep breath and started reading. The sounds of Karl’s moans and whines were pleasant background noise at this point, you were now able to tune them out to some degree, but still keep track of how many orgasms he was having.

Finishing off the 20th page of that evening, you looked over at Karl for the first time since you sat down. His face was covered in tears, spit dribbled down his chin and mixed into his beard as his abdomen and thighs were drenched in his own cum. The sight could make anyone turned on, but knowing that this happened because of you made it even better. Accepting that his five orgasms were enough without your help, you grabbed the bookmark and placed it between the pages, closing and setting down the book on the desk before standing up. Walking to the end of the bed you smiled at Karl.

“How do you feel baby?” Your mind was still set on making sure he knew better than trying to tease you in front of everyone again.

“Please just fucking touch me, it hurts please, I’m sorry I won’t do it again just *groan* touch me” Satisfied with the response you got, you crawled onto the bed, sitting between his legs as you turned off the vibrator and took it off, his cock red and angry, still hard as could be even with cumming five times. Leaning up to his face, you kissed him as a reward for putting up with this for so long. He could’ve just used the safeword after the first few orgasms but he stuck through it like a good little puppy.

“You wanna be touched huh? Who do you want to touch you, who makes you feel the best?” There was still something in you that knew he wasn’t quite broken to where you wanted him, persistent to get him to whine and beg for your dick a little more.

“You, I want you to touch me please, you’re the only one that makes me feel good, please just fuck me, fuck me (y/n)” There it was, that’s all you needed to hear to make you pull the plug out of his ass. Standing up to pull your boxers off, you reached over to the nightstand once more to grab the bottle of lube you kept in the top drawer. Popping the cap off, squirting some of the cold viscous liquid into your palm before rubbing some on your cock, now fully erect at the sight of the fearsome Lord Heisenberg broken to almost nothing. Getting back onto the bed, you sat between his spread thighs, moving one of your fingers that still had lube on it to his ass and pushing it in slowly. His moans were like music to your ears, curling the finger you had inside him you quickly put in a second and started to scissor them.

“Just put it in already, I’ve been sitting with that plug up my ass for an hour, I’m more than stretched.” His bitter attitude was making you wish you had left him for another hour.

“I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, and you will be patient.” You should’ve known that he would backmouth you as soon as you started to touch him. Continuing with your stretching you shove a third finger in and continue to scissor him. The only noises in the room were the squelching of his lubed hole and his moans. Pleased with how stretched he was you pulled your fingers out and jacked yourself off a few times before pressing the tip to his ass. Finally pushing into him, you slowly continued inch by inch, his hole almost sucking in more of your dick each time you pushed in more. Bottoming out you just let the both of you sit there for a minute, letting Karl get used to feeling full and you get used to his walls squeezing your cock.

Pulling all the way out to the tip of your cock, you slammed back into his hole setting a brutal pace, only chasing your own pleasure at this point. Pounding his prostate his moans jump a pitch as he grabs at the ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts wishing he could do nothing more than rake his nails down your back.

“Let me touch you, I want to hold you, (y/n) please” Karl’s composure was starting to fully crumble, and you smiled at his begging. You were not about to let him possibly overpower you by letting his arms free so you pulled out of him and moved down the bed. He whined as you left his hole, not happy that his pleasure had ended, no matter how painful it was. Untying his ankles very quickly, you moved between his thighs again and pushed into him setting your pace back to what it was.

“Y-ou bastar-“A moan cut off Karl’s words as you rammed into his prostate, changing your angle to make sure you hit every time now.

“Be careful with your words pup, they might just be your ruin.” There were a couple of breaks in your sentence as low groans left your throat. Karl’s walls clenched around your cock as he came once more, seeing him cum only spurred you on more to keep pounding into him. “God you look so hot like this, covered in your own cum while I fuck you dumb.”

Karl could only reply with whines, not able to formulate words with how fast your hips pistoned into his. He was starting to break down to where you wanted him, finally. Not slowing down at all you continued to ram your cock head into his prostate, he needed to cum at least two more times before you were satisfied with his punishment. After a few more thrusts into him, he started to clench around you. The added pressure to your cock made you cum into him, but he wasn’t getting away just yet.

Continuing the brutal assault on Karl’s prostate, your thrusts didn’t slow down, you barely felt any overstimulation at all. His whines and pleas to slow down were music to your ears as Karl looked up at you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks.

“Does puppy like my cock pounding his hole?” The taunting only brought more whines, poor thing couldn’t make any actual words anymore. “C’mon I don’t like being ignored, give me an answer pup.”

“Y- *hic* ye-ess” managing to get but the one word out was hard enough for the lord, with his overstimulated body and throat raw from moaning. Karl’s orgasm came quickly with each pound of your hips onto his, the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter before he came. Well, not really. He orgasmed, but it was dry, nothing but his stiff cock sitting there and a blissed-out look on his face.

“Just one more baby, I know you can do it for me.” Your tone started to show more kindness, and I'm happy that Karl put up with so much of this already. Folding his legs at the knee, you threw them over your shoulder, locking Karl into a mating press. Somehow you managed to only get faster in this position as your cock head drove even deeper into your lover's ass. A few minutes later Karl had yet another dry orgasm while you finished chasing your second, filling him to the brim. You let Karl’s legs go from their position but didn’t quite leave him just yet. The moment you took to catch your breath, you also used to lean up to the smaller male's wrists and untie them from their bonds.

The lord was too weak now to do anything but lay limply on the bed, legs still loosely wrapped around you. Pulling out you groaned from the wave of pain and overstimulation that hit you, only able to imagine how Karl would be feeling in the next few hours. You climbed off the bed and headed to the connected bathroom, knowing you couldn’t lift Karl up, and that he definitely couldn’t walk you settled on wetting a rag and heading back to him.

“Hey baby, do you need anything? Some water or Tylenol?” there was nothing but love and pure contentment in your voice as you began to wipe Karl’s chest, thighs, and face down with the rag.

“Mmhm” so weak from the rough treatment he couldn’t even express more than a groan of approval.

“Alright, I’ll get you some water” Leaving a kiss on his head, you snagged your boxers off the floor near the desk and slipped them on, headed down the hall to the kitchen to grab one of Karl’s mugs. Easier to hold a mug than a glass in his condition. Then rummaging through one of the cabinets you found the Tylenol, pouring two into your palm you headed back to the bedroom. Karl hadn’t moved an inch from where he was when you left the room. “Here, sit up a little.” Placing the pills and water on the nightstand you helped to move him up slightly with a couple of pillows behind his back.

Giving him everything he needed you sat down next to him, running a hand over his thigh.

“Remind me not to piss you off again” A small chuckle from you followed his statement.

“Oh baby, I could remind you time and time again but you wouldn’t listen, we both know you’re too stubborn for that.” You leaned up to lightly kiss him on the lips. It was already past dusk, and he decided it best to simply lay in bed and sleep until morning, not like he was going to be up early like normal.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t go too hard on you?” Trying to see what level of care he would need in the morning you asked him a couple of questions.

“If you went too hard I would’ve said the damn safe word, now get over here and cuddle me.” His demand was cute, but you followed it nonetheless, not wishing to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“I love you my dear Lord Heisenberg.”

“I love you too Lord (L/N)”

[azurlily]

Our obsession with this game is natural... PROMISE(lies)

To anyone who played the game, yes, all romancable characters + Elena and Mia are requestable.

New writers on the block yall! I'm Lune, this is a collaborative writing effort from the original owner(Azurli) and I. This somehow just turned into shit about Bella being crazy and and in love with you, so enjoy.

Bella's Obsessive(Toxic) Tendencies

Bella loves you, she does, but sometimes she loves you too much. The idea was in her head long before she had gotten her heart back.

Bella had dreams of you, of you in her arms - without a shirt or pants. You looked beautiful, and every night she'd wake up in a sweat, her face red, and her thighs wet.

After Bellas heart was unnumbed(is this a word?) she was feeling so much, too much.

One moment, she was happy and content with being around you; the next, she was mad because someone looked at you.

Toxic isn't how one would describe the beginning of your relationship. It isn't how Bella would describe it either, but to outside forces...that's exactly what it looked like.

To others, it seemed like the horrible Ice Queen on campus had decided you would be hers, against your will.

Which, in reality, we all know is far from the truth. With how deeply you love her, you two will be able to overcome anything, even her overly possessive nature.

Right?

Of course, if Bella is anything, it's a fighter. It's not like she's become so used to being trapped under Miranda's thumb that she has begun to develop a complex.

That's preposterous. Bella doesn't worry about what would happen if you found someone different. She doesn't dream about you finding the girl that got a bit too close to you, dead. And when you run to her in fear, you hug her knowing she's never done anything unless it was to protect you.

Bella doesn't imagine Mia's blood on her hands as you cry into her shoulder, thankful to be protected.

Bella is perfectly sane in her love for you.

Now let's be serious.

Bella would give you anything and everything. Well, maybe not anything... not yet, at least. She wouldn't hurt her family for you, but damn, the anger she holds for her mother at times. She worries for herself.

Bella gives you her all in the relationship. That means she gives all of herself: no more secrets, no lies. She bares herself to you wholeheartedly and completely. She expects you to do the same, so if you don't, you will lose her. You love her too much not to, right?

Right.

"I love you, you know that right? You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Bella's words are a sweet poison; don't drink it. After a fight, she'll storm off not only to cool herself down but also to let you cool off.

You've both learned that this is for the best, especially if you want to keep this relationship going long-term, which you will. Bella wouldn't allow you to leave her.

On some occasions, Bella will wait for you to apologize first, and then she'll act like she was just getting ready to apologize to you.

Her words are as sweet as honey, but her voice is as sharp as a razor. You can't tell if she's happy, angry, sad, or horny.

Bella does this on purpose, and you're starting to figure it out.

When she speaks to you, she doesn't lie, so everything she says is true. However, the way she says it and the little words she sprinkles in change the meaning entirely.

That's enough of that though, Bella wants you to think of the good times with her. The fun times, the safe times.

The times when you're lying in her warm bed, her hands snaking up your thighs, a more content look on her face. She enjoys this, enjoys you, and she'll continue to do so.

Bella has a lot of pent-up sexual aggression, so what better time to let it out than the minute you two get back from a nice dinner?

Well, that sounds just perfect, and from the way you're crying out her name, it must sound good to you too!

"Shh, Kitten. We're going to play the quiet game, and you're already losing by a lot."

This wasn't absolutely horrible was it? I'm ashamed to have wrote this, and I'm sure my co-writer is ashamed to have read through it before posting.

Anyway this character is from the game Resident Lover, it's an amazing game made by @resident-lover .

I'm marking this as spoilers in the tags, and I hope anyone who hasn't played the game after reading this plays it!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

So hear me out, the first time Donna is close enough to reader while they sleep right? Well. Reader may have forgot to mention that they randomly stop breathing for a few seconds sometimes(it’s called sleep something that starts with an A) idk I think it’s kinda funny when I do that but yk. That or reader who had horrible depth perception and walks into things all the time so has bruises everywhere and forgets where exactly they come from

Yesss!!! Well, I chose the apnea option if you don't mind :))) Thank you for your request, I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Sleeping problems

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader has sleep apnea, protective Donna

Word count: 2,686

Summary: You live with Donna now, but maybe you forgot about telling her something...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes, Donna requests are open!! My other account problems are solved, but I've decided to stay here definetely :))) I'm gonna make a master list and rules soon. I love you all!! :))))

“Are you comfortable?” Donna asked, covering you with the sheets. Her hands trembled, revealing a more than obvious nervousness.

It wasn't like other times at the beginning of your relationship. This time you could say that her nerves were more than justified. After months of insisting, insisting and insisting, you finally decided to take the final step: abandon your old house in the village and live with her.

Donna was your first long-term relationship, and you had doubts too. If something went wrong, you didn't know what the consequences could be. She was still one of the lords of the place and if you hurt her, you would suffer her wrath, and probably Mother Miranda's as well.

But that absurd fear of discrepancies or disagreements disappeared as soon as you started to really get to know her. Donna would never hurt you, or at least it’s what your almost unhealthy heart made you think.

Donna Beneviento had many flaws…. Some of them were natural, others were caused by years and years of terrible loneliness. To get used to her fear of losing you or her completely unjustified jealousy didn't take you too long, although it's true that this obsession with possessing you was the hardest thing to adjust to. She was that way, and you could never change it.

“Yes, yes... I'm fine, Donna,” you replied amused, snuggling up next to her in bed. “Come on, calm down.”

“Okay, okay,” she sighed, freeing her black hair from the messy bun she always tied it in. “Forgive me, (Y/N), I'm just nervous.”

“Don't apologize,” you said, laughing, grabbing her hand tenderly making that tremor disappear. “By the way… What should we do now?” You asked, lowering your tone and purring very close to her ear.

“What do you want to do?” She asked back, avoiding one of your unexpected kisses.

“I don't know... You and me... A bed...” You said murmuring, running a finger along her waist.

She pulled away from you and shook her head, a tender smile on her face.

“No, tesoro... Not tonight,” she said in a soft voice, suppressing the shiver that your touch made her feel.

“Why?” You asked, disappointed.

“Tonight is a very special moment, I don't want to ruin it.”

“Ruin it? Hey…” You said, pretending to be offended.

“No, I'm not saying that because I don't like it, (Y/N)... I just... I just want our first night together to be special...”

“Oh, well, okay,” you said reluctantly, lying down again and forgetting the desire that had already begun to form inside you. “So?  We are going to just sleep?”

“Aren't you excited to sleep with me?” She asked, letting out her demons, the shadows that made her doubt your feelings.

“What? Of course, of course, darling,” you said, scared by her heavy breathing. It wasn't easy to deal with her problems. Sometimes you forgot how sensitive she could be.

“You don’t love me?” She asked, her eye shining, with an expression of genuine terror. Time to act.

“Well, of course I love you, Donna... Come on, relax, breathe, breathe with me,” you said, grabbing her hands, sitting on the bed and keeping your gaze on hers. “That's it… take a breath…”

She obeyed your instructions and finally relaxed.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I wish I didn't have these… Flaws,” she said, snuggling next to you under the covers.

“Don’t worry. We all have flaws,” you replied, caressing her body and kissing the palm of her hand.

“Not you,” she said with a hoarse voice.

“Oh, of course I have…”

Donna looked at you curiously, reaching out with her hand to turn off the light on the table and make darkness fall over your embraced bodies.

“Go to sleep, princess... The truth is that I'm very excited to wake up next to you,” you said softly, planting a soft and tender kiss on her cheek.

“Really?” She asked, excited again.

“Really…”

Moving the stuff you had in your house to the Beneviento estate was an exhausting work. You didn't really know why you were interested in doing anything different than sleeping. Tiredness made your eyelids close immediately and, with the heat of her body pressed against yours, you fell into a deep sleep.

Even though you weren't used to that bed (at least to sleeping on it), nothing could stop you from dreaming peacefully like every night.

“Mmm,” you murmured when the light on the table made you squeeze your eyes tightly.

“(Y/N)... You're awake,” Donna whispered, looking at you, sitting on the bed and running a hand over your cheek. You smiled when you felt her caresses and yawned lazily.

“Yes, now I am...” you murmured with your voice hoarse from sleep. “What time is it?”

“8 o'clock,” she responded, studying your gaze in a strange way.

“Oh my God, I’ve slept so well...” you said, sitting up and stretching comically.

“I don't think so, idiot... You...” Angie's squeaky voice made your ears tremble.

“Angie, shut up,” Donna said sharply, making her doll flee the room in terror.

“What is she talking about?” You asked, still with problems to open your eyes.

“Nothing, it doesn't matter,” Donna said, perhaps a bit abruptly. “Have you really rested well?”

“Of course, why do you ask?” You wanted to know, taking a sip of the glass of water on your table.

“Oh, it's nothing,” Donna responded, with that look that betrayed a filthy lie.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked, giving your girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips. She stood still for a moment, until she smiled softly and nodded.

“With you by my side, tesoro, I have rested better than ever," she whispered into your lips, kissing you again before getting up. There was something strange in her gaze, but you ignored it. “You want breakfast?”

“Of course, of course. I'm quite hungry,” you said happily, as she got out of bed.

That was the first day of many others. Living with her was the best decision of your life, without a doubt. Your relationship only got better and better. Although, it is true that strange things happened every night. Sometimes you had the feeling that you were waking up, or rather, that you were being woken up, by gently moving your body. You didn't give it the slightest importance.

One afternoon, as was customary, you rested on her chest while you took a hot bath. With the cold outside, it was an unimaginable pleasure.

Donna yawned loudly, making you turn your head in amusement.

“Are you sleepy?” You asked with a slightly mocking tone. The water moved when you wanted to turn around and face her.

“No, I... Well, maybe a bit,” she responded, cupping your face in her hands. “Come, I like to caress you.”

The doll maker turned you around again, making your head rest on her bare chest again, under the pleasant temperature of the hot water.

“It's 5 in the afternoon,”  you continued mocking.

“Oh, is it?” She asked, relaxing her breathing, gently grabbing your waist.

“Yes, that's what the clock says,” you said, amused.

Although everything was going perfectly well, Donna was weirder than usual.

“Oh, of course, the clock tells the time...” she said in a tired, almost delirious tone. You frowned and made another attempt to turn around, frustrated by her hands pressing you against her chest.

“Donna, honey… Are you okay?” You asked, joining your hands with his under the water.

“Yes, yes...” she sighed. You shrugged.

“Okay, then... Do you feel like taking a walk? I heard there is a meteor shower tonight,” you said, making her arm pass through your chest, surrounding it affectionately.

“Mm,” she murmured, taking advantage of the position of her arm to continue caressing you, slower and slower.

“I always liked to see how the stars fall from the sky... When I was little I always asked myself what would happen if they touched the ground...”

“Mm”

“I imagined that they would fall like diamonds, shining in the darkness of the night, and that I could take one home. How silly, don't you think?”

That time, not even a soft murmur left her lips. You moved, surprised. You always liked to talk too much and Donna always listened to you with her full attention.

You turned slowly, removing her now motionless arm from your body.

Donna had her head resting on the bathtub, breathing deeply with her eye closed. You couldn't believe what you saw.

“Donna,” you said, amused. “Hey, Donna!” You screamed louder, splashing some water on her face.

“Mm? What?” she asked, shaking her head confused, making a face of disgust at the water you threw in her face. “Dove siamo?”

“What? You’re asking me where are we? Donna, honey, we're home... In the bathtub...” You said in disbelief, watching as she looked erratically to the sides, blinking repeatedly. “You have fallen asleep.”

“Have I?” She asked, sighing, sitting up. “Oh, well…”

“It's not the first time in several days that I see you falling asleep around the house, are you sure you're okay?” You asked, brushing the hair from her face. She nodded, once again giving away the lie.

“Oh, I... Well... Yes, I'm fine, just... You know, the heat of the steam... Being here with you... I've relaxed too much, I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t worry...” you said with a suspicious look, kissing his wounded cheek carefully.

As the days passed, her sudden naps became more and more frequent. You knew something was wrong with her, but she didn't want to tell you. You began to believe that it had something to do with you, and that it had a lot, a lot to do with a small detail about you that you had never told her about.

“Angie, where is Donna?” You asked, closing the book you were reading. The doll shrugged. You looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. “It's almost lunch time, normally at this time she is already cooking.”

“Hey, stupid (Y/N), you think my Donna is your slave?” The doll protested, climbing onto the couch next to you.

You rolled your eyes.

“No, Angie. If she let me cook I wouldn't be asking.”

“That's because your food is garbage, garbage!” The doll screeched irritatingly.

“It's funny that a porcelain doll without stomach or sense of taste tells me that,” you said mockingly, crossing your arms. “Anyway, I'm going to look for her, I'm sure she hasn't noticed the time.

After avoiding the throwing of objects that Angie usually protested with, you took the elevator down. It was quite common for time to fly by for her when she worked on her dolls.

“Donna? It's me, are you there?” You asked softly, knocking on the workshop the doors. “Donna?”

There was no response, which made you a bit nervous. You decided to leave education aside and open the door yourself. The sight before you was funny and strange at the same time.

Sure enough, Donna was there, sitting in one of the chairs. But she wasn’t focused like she usually was. No, this time her head was resting on the table, making soft sounds, suspiciously similar to the ones she made when she fell asleep.

“I don’t believe what I see,” you said, holding back your laughter, slowly approaching the woman. “Hey, Donna,” you said, moving her back slowly, caressing it so as not to startle her.

“(Y/N)?” The woman in black growled, raising her head from the table. On her cheek, she had stuck a color palette, which had smeared paint all over her face. Your desire to laugh only increased.

“Were you putting on makeup?” You joked, under her disoriented gaze.

“What? No, no... I was... I was painting a doll and...” She said in a hoarse voice, running her hands over her stained face. “Oh, not again…”

“You fell asleep again, huh?” You said, crossing your arms. “Look what you've made to your face. Come, let me help you.”

“Yes, yes I... Oh...” She murmured confusedly, letting you help her to stand up.

The two of you walked to the sink in the next room and carefully cleaned the paint stains from her face.

You ran the water over her face, removing most of the paint.

“Sit down, my love,” you said lovingly, grabbing a towel that was near the sink. She simply nodded, embarrassed.

While you passed the towel over her face, definitively cleaning it, you decided that it was time to talk about those naps.

“Donna,” you whispered, sighing and bending down, putting your hands on her shoulders so she could look at your face. “I’m worried about you.”

“About me? Why? I'm fine,” she said, pathetically looking away from her.

“You lie terribly,” you said, amused. “I've been living with you for two weeks and... I don't know, Donna, something's wrong with you, you're constantly exhausted.”

“I don't…”

“Come on, tell me what's happening. Look at you... It seems like you haven't slept in days,” you said, delicately lifting her chin. “You don’t sleep?”

She didn't respond. She simply shook her head slowly.

“Don’t you? Wow, am I moving too much?” You asked, sitting in a chair next to her.

Donna shook her head again.

“Okay...” You said to yourself, thoughtful.

“You... Sometimes you... No, you stop breathing,” Donna said, with trembling hands, as if the mere fact of saying something like that disturbed her. “Every night I hug you and… Suddenly, your chest stops moving, I can't hear your breathing. You always do it again but... I'm, I'm really afraid that one day...”

“Oh, that was it!” You said, with a tone perhaps too high. “Don't worry about that, Donna. It's normal, it's happened to me since I was little.”

“Don't worry? I'm saying that you stop breathing, (Y/N),” she said with a serious, stern tone.

“Yes, I know,” you whispered, amused, relieved to finally know the problem. “It's something that happens to many people. It's called sleep apnea.”

“I've never read anything about that,” Donna said, feeling ashamed of her ignorance.

“Well, it's nothing you have to worry about. Sometimes I stop breathing for a few seconds while I'm sleeping, but I always do it again. The doctor said there was nothing to worry about.”

“Why hadn't you told me before?” She asked, offended by what she believed was a lack of trust.

“Because I don't consider it something important...” You sighed, smiling in relief. “Wait, wait,” you said, frowning, when some revelations crossed your mind. “Haven't you slept all these nights?”

She shook her head, looking down again.

“I stay awake to watch you. If, if something happens to you while I'm sleeping I... I don't know what would happen to me.”

You couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

“Does it seem funny to you?” She asked offended.

“No, no... It just, it just seems very cute to me, Donna... So that's why you fall asleep anywhere, because you're awake at night... Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“This is serious, (Y/N),” the woman scolded you, her gaze cold.

“No, no... You shouldn't worry so much, really... Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“Then forget about it, okay? Stop watching me at night. Nothing will happen to me, I promise. Not sleeping is very dangerous for your health.”

“Losing you would be even worse,” she stated sadly, looking for your hand to squeeze it tightly with hers.

“You're not gonna lose me”

After those sincere words, you leaned to kiss her tenderly, to say with a kiss how much you loved her, how much you were happy about the enormous love she felt for you.

“Now, honey, go to bed, get the rest you need. I'll make the food, even if Angie says it's garbage.”

“Oh, come on, she doesn't mean it,” Donna said, amused, getting up from the chair with your help.

“Shh, shut up and go to sleep, my beautiful Donna... I love you so much...” You sighed, not being able to avoid kissing her again.

“Me too, (Y/N), me too...”

[persephonewritessometimes]

Hive Mind / hotch x reader [pollen fic]

Summary: When you and Hotch are tracking down an unsub, you go into a locked room with strange looking plants. Will the effects change you and your boss's relationship for good?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 4850 (i got carried away)

Warnings: SMUT (literally this is straight-up filthy!); unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys); biting; aphrodisiac; squirting; oral (f receiving); reader has a crush on hotch; admitting of feelings; cream pie; descriptions of cum; reader scratches up Hotch's back

Read on Wattpad here!

Key: y/n = your name

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-Y/N’s POV-

“Okay everyone, we don’t know how much this guy has devolved so be very careful. Morgan, and Rossi, take the left side of the house. Prentiss and Reid, take the right side of the house. Y/N and I will go in. Got it?” Hotch says, staring each of us down as we nod in agreement. I follow Hotch closely, protecting his back as he knocks on the door. “FBI, OPEN UP!” There’s no answer and he kicks the door in, quick to raise his gun up. We fall into the unspoken rhythm like always – we make a good team even if Hotch is reluctant to admit it. He signals at the shut door, and I nod. He kicks it open, and we carefully make our way inside what used to be a bedroom. It’s dark in here, the bed pushed into the corner and several tables lining the room and in the center. There are plants all over them and the room is hazy with what I would assume to be their pollen.

         “What the hell is this?” I murmur, and then promptly trip over my boot. “Shit!” I catch myself with one of the tables, shaking the plants on it and they spew even more pollen into the air.

         “Y/N! Are you okay?” Hotch doesn’t let his guard down but makes his way over to me.

         I’m coughing as I say, “Yeah I’m fine, these plants are making me uneasy though.”

         “Me too, let’s get out of here.” We make our way out of the room and up the stairs. We hear shuffling to our left, and Hotch has busted open the door before our unsub can even think of getting away.

         “Dean Moors, you’re under arrest,” Hotch says, reading him his Miranda rights. The unsub is looking us both over curiously.

         “You went in the locked room, didn’t you?” He says, chuckling, and Hotch and I exchange a look. “Oh, you definitely did. Well, all the luck to you both.”

         “What were those plants?” I ask, now curious and a little scared that Hotch and I just got poisoned.

         “You’ll find out soon enough.”

         “That’s enough from you, Mr. Moors,” Hotch says, hauling the man up as I radio in that we caught him.

         “Oh, and don’t go in the room with the plants. We don’t know what it is, can we get a hazmat team out here to test it?” I add at the end.

         “Let me guess, you guys went in the plant room?” Morgan asks, chuckling as we make our way out of the house with the unsub.

         “Don’t get too close to us, Morgan. Until we know what it is we’re quarantining in the hotel. Tell the rest of the team.” I blink a few times. Quarantining? Alone with Hotch? I look at Morgan with wide eyes, panicking. Pretty much everyone knew of my little crush on our boss, Morgan always teased me the most.

         “Now you can make your move, baby girl!” He whispers, grinning.

         “Right, while we’re quarantining because we’ve been exposed to an unidentified plant. Very sexy circumstances indeed.” I hiss at him, a few feet away due to Hotch’s orders.

“Hey, you gotta make the most of the situation! And I’m pretty sure he has a crush on you too, so why not go for it?”

         “Y/N!” Hotch shouts, “Get away from Morgan and get in the car!”

         “Yeah, he definitely likes me,” I say, scowling at Morgan before getting in the car with Hotch. Just as we’re leaving, the hazmat team pulls up to the site. Hotch stops them, giving them his number so that when they find out what it is they can call us. The drive back to the hotel and short and quiet. Hotch and I had been sharing a room already due to a shortage of available rooms, so I flopped down on the chaise as we just kind of twiddled our thumbs.

         “How long do you think it’s going to take them to figure out what it is?” I finally ask. I feel warm, my cheeks flushed, and I fan myself.

         “Probably an hour or so. Are you okay, you look warm?”

         “Yeah, feels like I’m running a fever.”

         “Let me see.” He comes over and places the back of his hand against my forehead. His touch cools me down for a second and I shut my eyes. “Yeah, you’re definitely running a fever. Let me get you some water and a cool washcloth.” He disappears into the bathroom, and I can hear the water running for a couple of seconds before he returns. “Here.” He hands me the glass and the washcloth, and I thank him, wiping down my sweaty face. He’s watching me closely, and I notice his cheeks are pink too. I’m about to ask him something, I’m not sure what, I just want to hear the timbre of his voice again, when his phone rings. He picks it up immediately.

-Hotch’s POV-

         “Aaron Hotchner,” I say into the phone.

         “Mr. Hotchner this is Doctor Diaz with the hazmat team. There’s good news and bad news.”

         “What’s the good news?”

         “We know what it is.”

         “Okay, and the bad news?”

         “Things are about to get really hard for you. That plant is a very potent aphrodisiac from the Amazon. It’s rare and very strong. There’s no cure, you both just have to get it out of your system.”

         “Get it out of our system?” I mutter slowly, gears turning as I turn to look at Y/N. She’s shrugged off her dress shirt, just in her tank top now and her chest is flushed. Her pupils are blown and she’s watching my every move like a hawk. My dick twitches in my pants. “How long will it last?”

         “It’s hard to tell, there’s not a lot of research on it.”

         “Got it, will you let my team know?”

         “Of course, sir. Good luck.” The doctor hangs up the phone and I swallow hard.

         “I don’t feel too good,” Y/N says, sounding out of breath. I look over at her again and she’s breathing hard, almost on the verge of panting.

         “Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully. That plant is an aphrodisiac.” She blinks a few times before it clicks in her lust-filled mind.

         “Oh. Oh.”

         “So, I either need to leave right now and find somewhere else to be as it wears off, or we try to get through this together.”

         “Why would you need to leave?”

         “If we start down that path, I won’t be able to stop, and neither will you. Not until the drug is out of our system. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m speaking very slowly and she’s not even meeting my gaze, just staring at my lips before subconsciously licking her own. I hold back a groan.

-Y/N’s POV-

         He’s so pretty. He’s saying something but I’m not quite sure what it means. My body feels like a live wire, humming with electricity. My stomach is cramping now, and he slowly walks over to me and cups my face in his hands, and I moan softly. I feel him stiffen.

         “Y/N, look at me.” His voice is insistent, and I can’t ignore it. I look up into his face and can see that he’s flushed, his pupils blown as he looks into my eyes. “I’m not doing anything without your consent, do you understand? If I stay in this room, are you okay with anything that might happen?” I nod, not trusting myself to speak. We stare at each other for a few minutes before he tries to take a step away, hands falling from my face. I immediately feel worse when he stops touching me and I frantically grab for his hands.

         “Don’t stop touching me, please. It hurts when you don’t.” I can feel him trying to restrain himself, his fists are clenched underneath my hands and he’s breathing hard. I look up at him and whisper, “You can let go, it’s okay. I want you to.” And with that, any last restraint he had broke loose and he’s on me like a cat on a mouse. His lips are crowding against my own and I gasp at the force. He takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and I automatically submit to him. He’s rough but slow, letting me get adjusted to him kissing me, but it’s not enough. I nip at his bottom lip, and he straight-up growls, picking me up with ease and placing me on the bed.

I’m littering his neck with hickeys as I’m pulling off my tank top as soon as my back hits the sheets, and when we break apart he’s pulling his shirt off faster than I’ve ever seen anyone undress before. I’m trying to wiggle out of my pants, but get frustrated and stuck with the position I’m in. “Help me please.” I whimper, and he doesn’t have to be asked twice. He practically rips my pants off my body and does the same to his own, leaving his underwear on for now. He’s watching me closely, and I squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. He runs a finger down my thigh and calf, and my leg twitches in anticipation. He grins at me, and there’s nothing human in it, just pure desire. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on it. I’m just admiring the view.” I suddenly feel shy, and I avert my gaze. He tsks, grabbing my chin. “Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.” I nod and nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his hand lightly trace my hip. My legs fall open on their own accord. “Aw, is this all for me baby?” He says, thumbing over the wet patch on my panties. I’m embarrassingly wet, I’ve never been this slick in my life and I’m not sure if it’s the aphrodisiac or Aaron’s undivided attention on me. I keen as he thumbs it again, teasing me by pushing his thumb in a little bit to my entrance. “Can I taste you?” He asks, voice low.

“Please.” I can barely get the word out, too filled with attraction and nerves. He slowly slides my panties down my legs and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

“You can squeeze the hell out of my face, or pull my hair, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” He says, locking his eyes with me as he doesn’t give me time to respond before licking a stripe up my pussy. My hand flies down to his hair like a reflex and I can feel him chuckle against my folds. The slight friction makes my hips jump up, and he slides an arm around my waist to keep me flat on the bed. He’s relentless, alternating between tonguing my entrance before flicking back to my clit. It feels like heaven, but I need more.

         “More, please, more,” I whine, and I feel a finger prodding at my entrance. He looks up to ask permission but I’m all but grinding on his face. “HOTCH PLEASE!” I finally shout, frustrated. He slides a finger in and curls it, hitting the soft spot inside me that has my thighs clenching around his head and heels digging into his back. He slips another finger in, curling it in tandem before finger fucking me quickly and without remorse. It’s intense with both his fingers in me and his tongue on me and I can feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I already know it’s going to shatter me apart, my senses heightened by the drug. “Hotch,” I gasp, “I’m close.” He doubles down and I feel a third finger resting at my entrance. I look down and he’s watching me for approval, ever the gentleman even though my cunt is soaking his face. I nod frantically and the third finger slides in. All it takes is a few pumps and my orgasm peaks. I shriek, thighs clenching around his head as he works me through it, my stomach heaving, vision blacking out for a few seconds. The cramps in my stomach subside for a few seconds and my thighs relax, twitching softly in the aftermath. When I come back to reality, I can feel Hotch’s fingers rubbing soft circles into my thigh. When he notices I’m coherent he says,

         “I’m trying to be nice but if I’m not inside you soon I think my head is going to explode.” He tries to say it as a joke, but I can tell he’s one hundred percent serious by the strain in his voice.

         “I’m ready,” I gasp, releasing my hands from his hair. He shucks his underwear off and I gasp. “Oh shit.” He definitely has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and it’s throbbing and weeping from lack of attention.

         “I’ll try to go slow.”

         “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask.

         “Don’t tempt me, Y/N.” He unhooks my bra and flings it somewhere in the room before settling in over me. My stomach starts to cramp again, and I wince. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. He shifts and his cock nudges at my entrance and we both groan at that. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, before leaning in to kiss me. I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips on mine that I’m taken by surprise when he starts to slide into me. There’s no resistance, and he breaks away, panting, as he rests his forehead on mine. We both look down at where he’s entering me, and I whimper at the sight. He’s moving painstakingly slow, and I dig my nails into his shoulder.

         “Please just fuck me,” I whine, and he locks eyes with me when he finally slides home. It’s a tight fit and I can tell by the way that he’s shaking he’s trying to give me time to adjust to him. The stretch is pleasant and soon I’m egging him on. The first thrust breaks apart my world and remolds it. He starts off slow and measured, but soon, we’re both just chasing our highs and he’s fucking me without regard as to if I might break in half. I orgasm unexpectedly and I rake my nails down his back as he fucks me through it.

         “You came so hard you almost pushed me right out of you,” he says breathlessly with a ghost of a smile on his face. He resumes his frantic pace, now chasing his own high and I’m sated for a few minutes by my own that I don’t mind. He’s getting close, I can tell by the random hitches in his pace and his breathing. “Where - ”

         “Inside me please,” I whisper.

         “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.” He whispers kissing me hard his hips stutter and stop and I feel him release inside of me. He’s panting softly and I run my hands up his back softly and into his hair. We’ve both been granted a moment of clarity from the aphrodisiac’s effects. He shifts and we both pause.

         “Are you?”

         “I’m still hard.” He laughs in shock and amusement.

         “Oh, we’re gonna be at this forever.” I groan, rubbing my face, already feeling my body heat up again. I have about two minutes before the cramp starts again. “I’m gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow.”

         “You’re welcome.” He says smugly and I smack his shoulder. My stomach twists.

         “Okay, we gotta keep going my cramps are coming back.”

         “Cramps?”

         “Yeah, they go away after I…finish, but they’re coming back again. Maybe that’s how we gauge if the drug is done or not?”

         “Got it, I’m gonna pull out for a second.” He says, shifting to move.

         “Hotch if you pull out, I swear to god I’m going to smother you in your sleep.”

         “Okay, okay!” He leans back, still inside of me. He picks one leg up and puts it over his shoulder and I whimper at the shift in angle. I can feel him in my stomach. I look down and can see the faint protrusion of his cock inside of me in my abdomen. I trail my fingers over the small bulge, breath hitching. I look up at him and his eyes are dark as he regards my naked form. He thrusts shallowly and I nod, I’m ready for another round. We devolve into our own base instincts, each chasing our own highs.

“Bite me when you finish.” I gasp out and he just nods. The new angle is overwhelming, but in a good way, and I scream as I shatter for the third time, squirting on his cock and abdomen.

         “FUCK!” He shouts, hips stuttering again as he finishes inside of me before his teeth clamp down hard on my shoulder. I’m breathing hard as he kisses my ankle softly before taking it off his shoulder. “Have you done that before?” It takes me a few minutes to answer, my mind a little scattered.

         “Once before, by myself. Sorry.”

         “Why are you apologizing? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed. “Hey, no, don’t be embarrassed.” He pries my hands away from my face. “Don’t be embarrassed by your body, okay? I think we’re way past that point.” I laugh at that, agreeing. “Okay, I actually have to pull out now, it’s so slick in here that I can’t think straight with you wrapped around me.” I sigh but nod, and he pulls out quickly, a flood of cum following and leaking from me.

         “I feel empty,” I whisper, and he slips his fingers inside me.

         “I’m sorry, baby, the sensations are just a little overwhelming.” He called me baby.

         “I know. I blacked out at my last orgasm.” He’s lazily sucking hickeys into my skin and I’m too far gone to ask him to leave them where the team won’t see them. After a few minutes my hand flies down to my abdomen – cramps, again. “Oh, Jesus.”

         “Round three?”

         “Round three.” He flips onto my stomach with ease, caressing my lower back and he slides into me again.

-Meanwhile, right outside-

“Should we uh…stop them?” Morgan asks awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. The whole team averts their gazes as they hear a not-so-muffled “FUCK, HOTCH! DON’T STOP!”

         “Do you want to get in the middle of that?” Emily asks, smirking.

         “Not in a million years,” Morgan says.

         “Well, I guess we’ll just, uh, leave them to it.” Rossi chuckles.

         “Should someone guard the door? You know, keep people out of the vicinity?” JJ asks, barely holding back a laugh.

         “I think the whole damn hotel knows what's going on at this point,” Morgan mutters. Just then, a cleaning lady quickly walks by eyes widening and pace quickening when she hears the commotion coming from the room. As soon as she’s gone, the whole team starts laughing at their predicament.

         “The doctor said it’ll wear off in a couple of hours. Come on, I saw a bar just down the street. I think we all could use a drink.” Rossi says.

-Back inside the room-

         I’m panting, thoroughly spent, and Hotch lays down next to me, breathing hard. I rest a hand on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact soothing the fire that rages inside of me.

         “How are you feeling?”

         “Spent. Exhausted. Not quite here. Still some cramping but nothing like earlier.”

         “Good.”

         “This is gonna sound weird, but I think I can ask you anything now. Will you just, like, lay down on top of me?” I look at him and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I feel like I’m floaty, kind of detached from my body. I just need help grounding myself.” At that, he nods, and I take my hand off his chest so he can roll over on top of me.

         “You want my whole-body weight?”

         “Yes, please.” He lowers his body down on mine and with the pressure I feel like I can finally breathe again, my mind coming back to me slowly, but surely. We lay like that for a couple of minutes, his head in the crook of my shoulder. My breathing slows and the cramps are subsiding as he rests on top of me.

         “Are your cramps gone?” He asks, head still on my shoulder.

         “Yeah, I think we might be in the clear. How many rounds was that?”

         “I think sixteen.” My body stiffens.

         “WHAT?”

         “It’s not my fault you’re insatiable!”

         “Shut up! You’re the one who broke down the door to the sex drug room, so I don’t want to hear it!”

         “Okay, you got me there. But who tripped and shook a table full of plants.”

         “Okay, okay, we’re both at fault! Let’s leave it at that.” I feel him chuckle, and say, “I feel better, I’m gonna go clean up.” He rolls off of me, and I get up slowly on shaking legs. I can feel our combined releases running down my leg and I hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and grip the counter staring myself down in the mirror. “Y/N, get your shit together. Nothing changes after this.” I whisper to myself. I get a washcloth and clean myself up, taking time to pee.

         “Hey, I saw a bar down the street. Do you want to get a drink?”

         “That sounds amazing, actually.” I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I open the door, not embarrassed of my nakedness as I give myself a once over in the mirror. I’m covered in hickeys, bruises, and a few bite marks, my pupils are still blown, eyes half-lidded.

         “We look like a mess,” Hotch says, stepping into the bathroom. I glance at him and see I left my fair share of hickeys as well, and then I catch a glimpse of his back.

         “Oh, Hotch, I am so sorry. I scratched your back up so bad.” There were dozens of red, raised scratch marks, and broken skin in a few spots. “Hold on, let me get my first aid kit.”

         “Y/N, it’s fine.”

         “No, it’s not! The least I can do is disinfect them and put ointment on them.”

         “Seriously, it’s fine.” I came back into the bathroom and see him craning his neck to look at his back. He whistles and says, “Damn, you did a hell of a good job!”

         I flush crimson and say, “Shut up and let me look at your back.” I wipe down the spots where I broke the skin with an alcohol pad, dab antibiotic ointment on them, and put a few bandages on. “Okay, you’re all set.”

         “Are you good?” A loaded question.

         “Well besides my whole body hurting, particularly my left shoulder, I think I’m fine.”

         “Let me see.” He pushes my hair out of the way to look at my shoulder, and he chuckles.

         “What? What is it?”

         “I…uh, bit you too hard it seems. My canines broke your skin.”

         “No way!” I gasp. I can’t see it because it’s on the back of my shoulder and at an awkward angle. “Damn, that’s so hardcore. My fault though, I asked you to do it.”

         “Yeah, I know.” He cleans the puncture wounds and puts a band-aid over each of them. “I saw a bar a few blocks down when we came into town.”

         “Hopefully they didn’t hear us,” I mutter. “Hotch, I’m mortified.” I cover my face with my hands.

         “Hey, no. It’s okay. We had no way of knowing what that pollen would do. Now we laugh it off and try to move on.”

         “Move on? Hotch that was the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. You’ve ruined me for other men, I’m going to have to be celibate now!” Apparently, there must be a little bit of the aphrodisiac still working if I’m this loose-lipped. “Wait, no, that came out wrong. I don’t know why I said that. Ignore that. Y/N shut the fuck up!” I grumble.

         “Y/N, can I be honest with you?”

         “Well, I’m apparently being very honest with you, so go right ahead.”

         “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” My brain short circuits as I process what he’s saying.

         “Wait, what?! And you never thought to ask before we get dusted with a freaking sex drug???” I screech and he laughs.

         “It’s not my fault your oblivious! Sometimes I wonder how you’re a damn good profiler when you can’t see what’s happening right in front of your face.” He fires back, and I get sheepish before saying,

         “So, you like me?”

         “I think that’s pretty obvious.” He says, looking me up and down.

         “Don’t look at me like that or we’re going to have sex again,” I mutter.

         “So, you like me too?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, and holding back a smile.

         “Have you been paying attention at all? I wasn’t exactly an unwilling participant in this. Sometimes it was just me talking, not the sex drug.” I look at the ground, embarrassed again. He lifts my chin up with his pointer finger and says gently,

         “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. You shouldn’t be either, okay? And for the record, you’ve ruined other women for me as well. I want you – you and only you.” He searches my eyes and I smile up at him.

         “Okay,” I say plainly.

         “Okay?”

         “So, what does that make us, fuck-buddies or…”

         “I was hoping girlfriend.” I suck in a breath and nod quickly not trusting myself to speak and he smiles before leaning in and kissing my bruised lips. “Now come on, we need a drink.”

         “We look like we’ve been attacked,” I say, grinning.

         “Well, I hope you brought a turtleneck.”

         “It’s June. In Georgia. You know damn well I didn’t bring a turtleneck.” I say, smacking his shoulder lightly.

         We were both still running a fever from the drug, so he opts for shorts and a t-shirt, most of the marks I left on him covered save for several hickeys on his neck. I settle on a tank top and shorts; even though I definitely look worse for wear. My bite mark bandages are on full display, finger-shaped bruises on my inner thighs, and a trail of hickeys starting at the top of my neck that disappears into my shirt. Hotch smirks when he sees me.

         “Admiring your handiwork?”

         “Yes, I am.” He says smugly, offering me his hand as we walk to the bar together.

-

         “Oh shit, the team is here. Do you think they heard us?”

         “Y/N, I think everyone in the tri-state area heard us.” He said, kissing the top of my head. We make our way over to them and I hear Morgan ask,

         “How many rounds do you think they’re at now?” Morgan asks, chuckling, already a few drinks in.

         “I think that’s an inappropriate question considering the circumstances,” I say stiffly from behind the team.

         “Oh shit,” Morgan says, turning around. “Y/N. Hotch. It’s so great to see you two alive.”

         “Ha ha, very funny.” I know I look like I’ve been hit by a train.

         “Y/N, uh! Hey! You want a drink?” Emily asks and I watch as her eyes flit over me, widening when she sees all the marks Hotch has left.

         “That would be perfect.” She gets up and goes to the bartender, and Hotch and I take a seat on the bench on one side of the table. It’s very quiet and awkward. “Oh, and Morgan, to answer your question, sixteen rounds.” Morgan’s eyes grow wide as dish plates and the whole table is howling. Em comes back with my drink and beer for a Hotch and the awkwardness is forgotten as we finally fall into easy conversation. The peace is broken by Spencer, who asks,

         “Y/N, why do you have two bandages on your shoulder?” He’s twirling a straw in his hands, brows furrowed.

         “Well, someone, may have bitten my shoulder too hard and broken the skin,” I say, grinning, and Reid coughs in surprise.

         “Well, someone, scratched the ever-living shit out of my back and broke the skin, so I think we’re even, sweetheart.” He says, smiling.

         “Ugh, get a room you too!” Rossi exclaims.

         “They already did!” JJ exclaims and we all laugh at that. Twenty minutes later and I’m yawning into my drink, the activities of the day now catching up with me.

         “Okay, guys, I’ve gotta get my girlfriend to bed, so we’re taking off,” Hotch says, finishing his drink and setting it down. It’s dead silent at the table before Em says,

         “Okay, everyone who bet they wouldn’t get together after that, pay up.” Everyone groans save for Reid, who probably calculated the odds and bet in our favor. We laugh and bid them goodnight, leaving Emily and Reid to count their newfound riches.

[merylstreepsworld]

Imagine Being Miranda's Long-lost Daughter.

Authors Note: This is a really... really long imagine. This is definitely not a type of story I ever thought I'd write (because it's not romance between Miranda and the reader) but I'm happy to write it anyways! So, thank you for the request, @awesome93

Your life started in and out of foster homes, the search for a forever home seeming elusive. At 18, FIT (The Fashion Institute of Technology) became your refuge, a pursuit in the realm of fashion unfolding. In your third year, fate intertwined your path with Professor Isabel Harrington, a 47-year-old beacon of wisdom. She taught your fashion design class.

Stepping into her class felt like entering a realm where love blossomed. Events unfolded, forging a deep connection between you two. Isabel, a mother to two stunning teens, Clara, 11, and Charlotte, 13, became the anchor of your world.

Despite the girls being born from Isabel's previous marriage, your love for them knows no bounds. You shower them with affection as if they were your own. Now, at 25, happily married to Isabel, you proudly embrace Clara and Charlotte as your daughters, a testament to the family that love built.

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One evening, after tucking the children into bed, exhaustion from the day lingering, you find yourself preparing for bed, your back turned to the door. Suddenly, Isabel, your wife, emerges and begins planting kisses on your neck. Gasping and giggling, you playfully protest, "Honey! We haven't even had a chance to talk about our day."

She continues her affectionate assault on your neck, undeterred. "Oh, hmmm okay," she begins, still showering you with kisses. "I got a email from Runway Magazine. They caught wind of my success as a professor of fashion design at FIT from a news article. They want me to do an interview with Miranda Priestly herself."

"Oh my gosh! Darling, that's incredible! Wow! When is the interview?" Your excitement radiates as you turn around in her embrace, draping your arms around her shoulders. Isabel, undeterred, continues to shower kisses down your neck, her passion evident.

"Mmm... next Friday is our first meeting. We'll work out the details there," she responds, humming softly against your skin. Her answers become clipped as her passion intensifies, still lavishing you with kisses.

"Perfect. We've got to get you something incredibly sexy to wear!" you exclaim, pulling her close as she guides you against the dresser. Her hands firmly grip your hips. "Sure," she mutters, her descent continuing, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation.

"I want you to be there for it all," she whispers, pulling back to gaze into your eyes.

"This is your moment to shine, honey. I don't want to take that away from you," you respond, compassion and love evident in your gaze.

"No," she states firmly. "I want you to be there with me. I want you by my side. I'm scared."

Your eyebrows furrow, and you gently cup her cheeks. "You've taught thousands of students over the years. Nothing can be scarier than that," you chuckle, leaning in to place a soft, tender kiss filled with love on her lips. "But I'll go if you want me to," you run a hand through her blonde hair, now beginning to show signs of gray.

"Thank you," she mutters before reciprocating with a gentle kiss, the warmth of your love bridging any fears that linger.

Miranda's POV:

The week preceding the email sent to Professor Isabel Harrington, Miranda Priestly struts down the hallway, her stilettos clicking with such intensity that one might fear she would crack the tiles on the floor. Power and confidence radiate from her every step. Upon arriving at her desk, an article is laid squarely in her line of sight. It features Mrs. Isabel Harrington, a professor at FIT, and her wife, Mrs. [Your Name]. Miranda stares blankly at the paper, her eyes scanning the picture, then the article. This couldn't be... no, it's not possible.

Immediately, she picks up the phone and dials the only possible number she can think of. After several days of relentless investigation, without her assistant's help, as this is a profoundly personal matter, she finally uncovers the answer she's been seeking. DNA results from the adoption center link her and [Your Name] as mother and daughter. Miranda leans back in her chair, staring at the email in disbelief. After taking a moment to collect herself, she sits up and calls her assistant in.

"I want you to get Professor Isabel Harrington here for a meeting next week. I want to interview her for next month's magazine," she instructs, her voice holding a mix of determination and a hint of the personal revelation that has just rocked her world.

Your POV:

On the day of the interview, you enter the room with deliberate steps, each stride carrying the weight of anticipation. Trying to exude an air of confidence, you and Isabel walk hand in hand, fingers interlaced. The warmth of your grip provides reassurance, and you intermittently squeeze her hand, a silent expression of encouragement.

Whispering softly in her ear, you affirm, "You're going to do great." The sentiment lingers in the air, offering a touch of comfort amidst the nerves. You've been a meticulous companion in this journey, playing a crucial role in selecting the stunning pant suit that now drapes Isabel's form. The fabric gracefully accentuates her gorgeous physique, a masterpiece tailored to perfection.

This isn't just any suit; it's a manifestation of your dedication. You've specially tailored it to her measurements, a ritual you perform with all her pant suits worn during lectures and around the campus. Yet, this one holds a distinct significance, a garment crafted for a pivotal moment. Standing beside Isabel, you radiate pride, a subtle glow that mirrors the admiration you feel for the remarkable woman at your side. The interview awaits, a stage where Isabel's brilliance is poised to shine, and you stand beside her, a silent pillar of unwavering support.

Approaching Miranda Priestly's office, your stomach flips with nerves. Leading up to this moment, Miranda's assistant had been introducing the topics that will be discussed in the meeting. Stepping into her office, your eyes meet Miranda's as she sits behind her desk. An instant connection, but one you can't quite place. She rounds her desk, shaking your hand first, then Isabel's.

Throughout the meeting, your gaze remains fixed on Miranda. Something about her draws you in, an inexplicable connection that leaves you puzzled.

As the meeting concludes, you exit with a sense of confusion and a yearning to know more about Miranda.

Late into the night, in your home office, you search relentlessly into Miranda and her past until you find one article, one hint at a possible connection. The headline reads: "Priestly, rising fashion star, gives birth."

A million questions swirl in your mind. About to click the article, you feel arms around your neck from behind. Jumping, you quickly change the tab, pretending to browse Facebook. "You know... you could come check out my face in bed," the sweet, sultry voice of your wife resonates through your ears. You can hear the smirk in her voice.

"You know... maybe I will," you respond with a smirk of your own, shutting the computer down, leaving the mystery of Miranda Priestly for another time.

Several weeks pass, marked by the interview and your continued investigation into Miranda's background, fueling a growing suspicion that she might indeed be your biological mother.

As fate would have it, your connection with Miranda deepens, leading to an invitation to an event where she is scheduled to speak. However, Miranda goes beyond and extends the invitation to Isabel, inviting her to share insights about her time as a professor at FIT. The unexpected opportunity throws Isabel into a bit of a tizzy, but with your unwavering love and support, she agrees to take the stage.

Tonight is the event, and you find yourself standing beside Miranda as you watch Isabel ascend the stage. Pride swells within you as she stands at the podium, ready to address the audience. Miranda's voice, like a gentle breeze, grazes your ear as she leans down to whisper, "Isabel's lucky to have you. Does she make you happy?" The tone, surprisingly motherly, echoes in your ear.

"Yes, she makes me indescribably happy. She's the love of my life," you respond with a huge grin, your eyes fixed on your wife. As she places her notebook on the podium, preparing to begin her speech, the atmosphere tingles with anticipation, and you can't help but marvel at the intricate threads weaving together the past and the present.

As Isabel steps off the stage, you rush over to her, practically catapulting yourself into her arms, showering her with kisses. "Aw, my poor darling... you're shaking!" you exclaim, holding onto her. "Let's get you a drink!" With a deep kiss on the lips, Isabel enthusiastically nods. As you turn to head towards the bar, Miranda steps up beside the two of you.

"That was a lovely speech," she remarks, handing glasses of champagne to both you and Isabel. "I'm honored you think so, Mrs. Priestly," Isabel beams before taking a sip of her bubbly champagne. You slip your arm around her waist, pulling her close to your side. She smiles at you before continuing, "I couldn't have done it without this wonderful woman by my side."

Blushing profusely at her compliment, you shake your head. "No, all I did was bring you hot cocoa to your desk in the middle of the night and curl up with you by the fire while you wrote." Your tone carries a teasing lilt, and Isabel shakes her head in playful disagreement. "She's always so modest; I don't know where she gets that from," Isabel turns to Miranda, teasing in good fun. You giggle at this exchange, but as you glance at Miranda, you notice a hint of hurt in her expression.

"Hey, don't worry about it. We joke about my foster parents—or lack thereof—all the time," you address Miranda now, attempting to ease the tension. She tries to even her face as she nods, accepting your words with a subtle gratitude that flickers in her eyes.

After a few moments, Miranda speaks up, "[Your Name], may I speak to you in private?" she requests just as you take another sip of champagne. Before you can respond, Miranda's assistant briskly walks over, talking to her in a hushed voice, ushering her towards the stage. Miranda flashes a somewhat apologetic look to you while saying, "I must do my speech now." Your gaze follows her as she ascends the stairs to the stage and approaches the podium, the entire room falling into a hushed silence.

"This evening has been incredible and full of such enrichment about the life of a professor at FIT. Professor Harrington's speech about her battles and triumphs over the years was truly inspiring," Miranda pauses, her eyes downcast at the podium, the pause lingering longer than necessary. "Tonight I'd like to share with you a triumph and battle of my own. Something I've had to deal with for the past 25 years. It might not be well known, but 25 years ago I had a baby girl. But due to the circumstances of my career, it didn't seem fair to keep her. I wanted her to have a better mother, a better family, a better life."

As Miranda shares this revelation, your throat constricts, feeling as though thorns are tightening around it. She continues, "But about a month ago... I found an article. One that featured the inspiring and incredible Professor Isabel Harrington. Beside that accomplished woman stood... my daughter. My long-lost daughter. A grown woman, much different than the little girl I cherished in my heart. Though I mean different in the best way possible."

Miranda pauses once more, her gaze locking onto you, still standing off to the side of the stage with tears now streaking down your face. "So I'd like for you all to meet my daughter, [Your Name]." Miranda holds out her hand, signaling for you to join her on stage. A quick glance at Isabel reveals her tears too. She kisses your cheek, then gives your hip a little pat to send you up there. As you ascend the stairs, the moment feels surreal.

This moment unfolds like a fairytale as Miranda envelops you in a warm embrace, whispering in your ear, "I have no idea what the future holds, or if you even want me in your life after I gave you up. I can't change the past, but I can try to do better in the future. I want you to know I love you and will never want to let you go..." The words linger, creating a tapestry of emotions as the past and present collide on the stage.

Inhaling deeply, you cherish this moment as you hold Miranda tighter, the weight of the revelation and the years apart encapsulated in this embrace. Through the tears that cascade down your face, all you can manage is a heartfelt whisper, "I love you too." The words linger in the air, carrying the essence of forgiveness, understanding, and the profound connection rekindled after decades of separation.

[unstabledreamparty]

Resident evil: Village characters with a S/O with powers like Rose

Gifs not mine!

Lady Dimitrescu

Once she finds out you have those type of powers she is thrilled!

But, wait until she finds out that you, her darling S/O, is the ‘perfect’ vessel for Eva.

She also learns that Mother Miranda is looking for you.

Time to go on lock down. Im not kidding. She will lock you in her room when Mother Miranda visits, and you can’t go anywhere outside.

She was always a little clingy, but now? You are always near her. You are never leaving her side.

Her daughters are guard dogs when the mistress of the house is gone. No one is allowed near you except for the Dimitrescu daughters, not even the maids can be near you.

If you beg to go outside, she will put up a huge fight. Good luck, your never going outside again.

Donna & Angie

Donna found your powers out when you and Angie were playing. One of the dolls jumped up and scared you and you put your hands up and shrieked, causing your powers to activate and push away the doll.

Angie looked at you and squealed “[Name]! H-how did you do that? That was so cool! Do it again, please!”

You started crying, scared that Donna was mad at you for doing what you did.

Donna ran over to you and hugged you, promising you that she could never get mad at you. And that what you did was an accident, and you didn’t mean it.

But, Donna is scared, she knows that Mother Miranda is looking for someone with a similar power. And her fears were confirmed a week later.

She was at a ‘family meeting’ when Mother Miranda showed a picture of her S/O on the screen, claiming that you were the perfect vessel for Eva.

Angie and Donna nearly had a heart attack. “What?!” Angie says while looking at Donna scared, “what happens if Mother Miranda finds her?! We have to lock her in her room! Or in the basement where our friends can keep her safe!” Angie was freaking out and wanted to go home immediately but they had to wait.

Once the meeting was over the two raced to the house, scared that Mother Miranda has already found you. Even though Mother Miranda didn’t know you were Donna’s S/O, they still were scared.

Once they get there they ushered you into Donna’s room and quickly locked the door, saying they will give you an explanation later.

A week later they let you out of the bedroom (don’t worry, you got fed and you got to use the bathroom, with Donna or Angie watching you) once your out of the bedroom, you notice how heavily guarded the house is and asked Donna.

She told you everything and almost broke down, just like Lady Dimitrescu, you are not allowed to leave the house, never

And when you and Donna go to bed, Angie is now beside you and Donna holds you a lot more tighter then what she used to.

Good luck getting out of her grasp!

Moreau

Honestly, I didn’t want to write him 😭 I’m sorry! 😭

He would cry, he would actually cry when he finds out the Mother Miranda is looking for you.

When Miranda comes to visit, he literally shoves you in a closet and locks you in there until she leaves.

You are always by his side

Your never leaving his side, he is too scared. And he would cry if he lost you.

He is so scared, he is always holding your hand and demanding cuddles to help him feel better.

Karl H.

He is FREAKING OUT

“Oh. Hell. No” he would be damned if he let that feathery fuck take you away from him.

All he wants to do is keep you safe, he doesn’t want to lose you, your the only one that cares for him, he just cant lose you.

He would have nightmares about it. Bad ones. To the point where he is actually SOBBING and you have to cuddle and kiss him to sleep. He will hold you TIGHT

Just like everyone else your not allowed alone or outside. But Karl is even more protective.

Omg you are never allowed out of his sight, the only time your allowed out of his sight, is when he is doing his more…gruesome projects, he just knows that your going to have to see it eventually, but he is not going to allow you to see it right now.

There is always a Lycan around you, even when Karl is there to watch you, they are still there. If that power seeking bitch comes around unexpectedly, the Lycan’s will report it immediately, no matter what, so Karl always knows!

He puts you in the biggest part of the factory so there is a slim chance that bitch doesn’t see you but if she does, he has a backup plan, and there is a backup plan for his backup plan for his backup plan and….you get the point.

He is all about your safety and happiness, seeing you happy makes him happy!

Please, never leave him. He can’t live without you, he loves you with all his heart!

Oh did I mention that there are cameras and radio’s everywhere?? No? Ok, well now you know! You are fully protected, yay!

Just, don’t leave him, please! :)

That’s it! Please request, I’m desperate! 😭

-Alex

[blueshistorysims]

May 13th, 1940, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Eleora went into labor three days after Germany invaded France. It was early morning, before the sun had risen, and Byron had only been home for two days. He had not been there during the births of their two other children, but with the midwife occupied with another birth in the village, they were on their own, ironic for a duke and duchess. 

He walked her around the room, speaking of nothing as to distract the pain and the constant thought of war. She was in her bedroom in labor, and all she could think about was her brother and his three children. Marie-Louise’s bat mitzvah was supposed to be next month, Victor had been practicing piano non-stop in the hopes of getting into a music conservatory, and little Samuel was to be three in August. She rarely prayed outside of religious holidays and services, but now she prayed almost daily that France would beat Germany of the country, and Albert and his family would be safe. 

Of her three pregnancies, this labor was the hardest and longest. She’d woken up Amalia and Miranda with her labored pains and cries. Eleora just wanted the baby out of her, the joy of having a newborn no longer an interest. 

Byron gripped her hand tightly as she laid on his side of the bed, and he stroked her gently, promising it would be over soon and the midwife would be there in twenty minutes or so. 

“This is our last child,” she heaved.

He nodded. “That’s fine with me. We just have to finish it, and it’ll be over, and we’ll have a son or daughter.”

“Oh, it’s a boy,” she grumbled. “Only boys give this much trouble.”

Byron laughed, and it was almost reassuring. 

The midwife had arrived when Byron had said, and Eleora gave birth to a son shortly after. They named him Christopher Elior. Byron called him Kit. He’d left two weeks after the birth, and Eleora was alone with the baby and girls. She didn’t want to be. With her previous two children, it had been love and connection at first sight, but this one? She could barely hold him for more than an hour before a sense of guilt filled her consciousness, and she put him back in the crib at the end of the bed. It didn’t help Kit had been born with a full head of black hair—he looked like old photos of Albert when he had been a baby. Like Albert’s black-haired children. And they were all she could think about. 

beginning/previous/next

[alder-saan]

Rescue

Miranda x reader

TW: cancer, surgery, recovery from surgery, low self esteem, men

words count: 2.3k

thanks to @tanith-rhea for beta-reading it.

You took a deep breath. It was your first date in several years now. It took you time to accept your body after the surgery. But now you wanted to start a new life. You wanted to date, to find a lover. You had taken hours to be ready, today. Hours to choose THE dress, THE makeup, THE hairstyle. You wanted everything to be perfect. There weren't a lot of people in the café. A group of friends on the terrace, and a blond woman near the window, on the inside. When you walked by her, she gave you a big smile. It warmed your heart. Maybe this date would go well. You hoped so. You sat on a chair, several tables away from the woman who was still looking at you. You blushed and looked away.

“Hi, I’m Miranda, you look stunning,” she said, “Your boyfriend is a lucky boy!”

“I… don’t have a boyfriend… Well not yet. Maybe I will. It’s just our first date today. But thank you.”

“Really? Good luck, then.” She gave you an even bigger smile.

This woman was so kind, it comforted you a little. You waited a few minutes. He was late. Not too much, though. Five minutes, at most. A man entered the café. It wasn’t your date, yours didn’t look like this. But he approached you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“Er, yes, it's me, who are you?”

“I’m Matt, nice to meet you in real life.”

He wasn’t at all like his profile photo. You started to panic. He lied to you. It wasn’t the same. Your mind was racing. Was he as kind as he was in his messages? 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too, Matt. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, your profile picture is different-”

“Yes, I put a picture of someone else, if I don’t do this, no girl wants to talk to me. They all are so superficial.”

You gulped. Okay, You had to keep cool. That maybe was a way of speaking. You wanted this date so badly to go well. You could give him a second chance… He sat in front of you and smiled.

“You look great, maybe a little too much makeup. If we continue to date, you should wear a little less, I don’t want other boys to look at you.”

You nodded. What could you reply to this? You weren’t as confident. And he intimidated you.

“So, what do you want to drink?” he asked as a waiter went to take your order.

“Er, well, a hot chocolate would be good, I think I will take a pastry too.”

“You shouldn’t, I don’t want you to turn fat… I think you should do some more sport, by the way.”

“N… No pastry,” you shyly asked the waiter.

You wanted to cry. Was all this a joke? How could he be like this? He seemed so friendly on the app… Your date ordered a coffee.

“Sport is important.”

“I do some sport.”

“Really? What do you do?”

You breathed out. Finally, he seemed genuinely interested in you doing some sport. Maybe the second… the third chance was worth it.

“I swim a lot.”

“It’s not a girl’s sport, you should run or something like this. I want a girl in my bed, not a man!” he laughed. “I don’t say that to be mean, it’s just not feminine at all.”

You looked at the table. No. Not worth it.

“Yes, I guess I’ll try.”

The waiter arrived with your hot chocolate and his coffee. You watched him drink. He was still smiling, and you were crying inside. It was just a matter of an hour or maybe two. It was over, soon.

“Good. So, why don’t you already have a man?”

“Well, I… I didn’t date anyone for five years.”

“Anyone? You were looking for the good one? I see?”

“No, not really. I… I had breast cancer, it wasn’t a good time for me. And then I had to do a full mastectomy. I needed time to accept my new chest.”

“Well, at least you got new boobs, they look great!” he bursted into a laugh.

You went pale. Your heart was beating in your ears, tears began to appear in your eyes. You gulped. You couldn’t even hear what he was saying right now. Why did he have to be so cruel? Why was that happening to you? You had met nice and kind men all your life, why did you have to meet this one right now? He was the worst person you’ve ever met. How could a human being be so cold-hearted? Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were not worth a love life. Maybe he was all that you could ask for. You wanted to disappear right now. You hated your body. You hated it because it had cancer. You hated your new breasts. It wasn’t even yours.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up. It wasn’t Matt’s voice. All your thoughts disappeared when you saw the blond woman in front of you, in his seat. She was kindly smiling at you.

“I… I’m not.”

“I heard what he said. I’m sorry.”

“It’s my first date since my mastectomy… It couldn’t have been worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Where is Matt?”

“He went to the bathroom. You’re safe now. I’m not letting him talk to you again.”

Your date went out of the bathroom and seemed surprised that the woman took his place. You couldn’t look at him right now, so you just looked at the table, again.

“What the fuck is happening here?” he asked, angry.

“Well, I’m going to ask you to leave her alone, mister. She clearly doesn’t want to talk to you anymore,” she calmly said.

“What was it because of the tiddy thing? It was a joke!”

“A joke is supposed to be fun. If she’s crying, it’s not a joke. Please, go out. She deserves to spend her time with someone who can respect her.”

“Leave the table, woman, or I’ll show you what a man can do.”

You stopped breathing. You didn’t want it to become violent. You watched the woman who simply smiled at you and stood up. Was she going to abandon you? A part of you wanted this, you never meant to lead her in any trouble. But the other part wanted her to stay with you, and you were a bit disappointed. Then you realised why she was simply standing in front of him. She was tall. She was very tall. Taller than him. She was towering over him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, man, show me what you can do, besides making your date cry.”

The man hesitated for a few seconds. He opened his mouth and closed it pathetically.

“Leave,” she demanded.

He left.

You bursted into tears. She sat next to you on the bench seat and pulled you into a hug. You froze. You weren’t used to that, you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know how to- She seemed to understand how you felt because she let you out of her embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have asked you,” she chuckled in embarrassment. 

“N-No, it’s okay,” you said, “it surprised me, that’s all.”

“I’m going to do things right.”

She opened her arms before you, a soft smile on her face.

“Do you want a hug?”

You threw yourself in her arms, crying more and more as she rubbed your back.

“It’s over, now. You’re safe with me.”

“I wanted this date to be nice! What’s wrong with me?”

“Shhh… Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s his fault and only his.”

“My afternoon is ruined… My day is ruined.”

“Meeep,” she said with a nosy voice.

You raised your chin to look up at her, confused.

“It was the sound of a buzzer. You can argue that a buzzer is supposed to make a sound like “bzz”, but I personally find “meep” more accurate.”

“Why… Why did you buzz?” you said, wiping away a few tears, half laughing.

“Because you’re wrong, again. Your afternoon isn’t ruined. Not at all. What if we spend it together? We could go for a walk, and I’ll buy you a pastry. Or more, if you want more. We’ll find the best spots to swim in the sea, and I know some that are totally unknown. Or we could just stay here over a coffee or something.”

Your eyes widened. Why would a complete stranger do that? Was this a kind of trap?

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. I can totally understand. Don’t be afraid to refuse.”

You shook your head.

“No, I- I was just wondering if you were an angel coming to rescue me.”

She blushed and laughed, it was clear, she tried to hide her embarrassment.

“Well, I try to make people feel safe, ya know? It’s not a big deal.”

“I’d love to spend the afternoon with you, Miranda.”

“Great!” she said, a big smile spreading on her face, “so what do you want to do?”

“I want to get out of here…”

She nodded and stood up, helping you to do so. She almost ran to the counter and said she paid for you as well. You frowned. She did not need to do this. But as you walked towards her to tell her you could pay, she shook her head.

“It’s on me.”

Then she took your arm and went out of the café. The fresh air filled your lungs. You felt a lot better. You closed your eyes, appreciating the sun on your skin.

She began to laugh. It was a frantic laugh. You liked it, even though you didn’t understand why she was laughing. You looked at her, a bit confused. Was she laughing at you?

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s just…”

She breathed in and out for a few seconds.

“I was so afraid when I was standing before them. Like, what if they actually hit me? What if he was very strong? What if my height didn’t impress them? I was so scared that it was useless and I was being pathetic by trying this. I was all bluffing! What if he knew or noticed it? I can’t believe it worked. I know I looked like I was confident and all, but on the inside, I was like ‘I don’t know what I’m doing right now, I don’t know what to do next, please lord I want it to work’, because I had no idea what to do if it hadn’t worked.”

While talking, she was staring far away, as if she was replaying the scene in her mind, gesturing with her arms and hands. You smiled a bit and placed a hand on her arm, causing her to come back to earth.

“Thank you again. It was very brave of you.”

Her cheeks were coloured in a pale pink.

“It was nothing, don’t worry about that,” she said, dismissing your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“It was clearly something if you talk about it now.”

“No it-” she sighed, “I didn’t think, ya know? It wasn’t brave if it was an automatism.”

“I understand. Yet, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You walked a bit, silently. She was guiding you near the ocean. It was beautiful. You liked the view of the waves crashing against some rocks which emerged from the water. The white foam flying all around seemed to be kind of shooting stars.

“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of good dates. Don’t stop searching for someone because of a man like him.”

“Yes, I guess… Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not my area.”

Your face went red. She gave you a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or a bit mocking. Maybe a bit of both.

“So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

You looked away, a bit flustered. So she was a lesbian, huh? What if… she was interested in you? What if it was the reason why she complimented you earlier? You blushed as you realised this idea seduced you. 

You loved how her blond hair was tucked behind her ears, in the cutest way. You loved how her blue eyes followed everything that crossed her sight. You loved how smiles spread on her pink lips, lighting her face. You loved her little nose, her neck, her height, lord, her height. It made you feel so safe. And she was brave, funny, and kind.

“This is the moment where the straight girl says ‘I’m sorry, I hope you’re not interested in me.’ or something like that,” she said and chuckled.

“I’m not straight.”

“Oh!”

She blushed a bit and remained silent.

“Hoisted by your own petard,” you smirked, “I’m bi. Why? Could you be interested in me?”

She didn’t say anything, and looked at the beach and the people swimming in the waves. She was cute, with that.

“Look, there is a-”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Her face was slightly pink, she avoided your gaze.

“Miranda, I find you beautiful, cute, and kind, and brave. So if you want this to be a date. It can be.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She turned towards you.

“I-”

You gave her a soft smile. 

“Yes, I’d like this to be a date.” she whispered.

You almost didn’t hear. But even if you hadn’t, you would have known.

“Then it’s a date.”

________________________________

post credit scene:

Matt walked his way home when someone stopped before him. It was Rhea. She looked at him with nothing but anger and hatred in her eyes, then her fist met his nose and he fell onto the ground. He spat some blood, and a tooth.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you dare talk to her again. And if I learn you treat badly an other woman, I kill you."

Rhea walked away and disappeared into the darkness of the street.

[a-french-coconut]

Part 2 (Will Solace)

Will wakes up tired.

The sun greets him as usual but there is... a coldness that has never been there before. No matter how much he exposes himself to the sunlight, he can't shake the feeling that he isn't receiving enough solar energy.

His father must be going to a rough time.

It's not like he needs the boost of energy the sun gives him in the morning, coffee is more than enough, but he appreciates it. He'll just have to do without.

As head counsellor and main healer, Will spends most of his time in the infirmary, sometimes helped by Austin and Kayla. However, today he is alone and growing grouchy every time a camper enters with an injury.

A sprained ankle, second degree burns, dislocated shoulder, broken arm.

Will deals with this daily, he knows how to heal any of those and without problem. And he still does.

But gods does it exhaust him.

It's not supposed to. After years of honing his skills, broken bones are not the challenge they used to be.

Except for today and it's getting on his nerves. He makes back-handed comments to those coming to the infirmary, leaving them and himself bewildered.

Sure he is not always the sunny happy-going healer Camp knows but he enjoys healing.

Something is definitely wrong with him.

It has to be the lack of sun, he doesn't see any other explanation.

He stayed in the infirmary until after dinner, taking Kayla's late night shift after her sister promised him she would do the morning one.

There's no one except him, all campers are enjoying the bonfire.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

Will watches the clock, waiting until it indicates 9pm and he can get out of there and in his warm bed.

He already made all the beds, rearranged in alphabetical order all the salves and medicines in the cabinet and looked randomly in the campers' files to find some interesting facts (he finally understand why Clarisse was always in a sour mood before leaving for college : being allergic to strawberries here sucks).

Will is bored out of his mind and ready to dash out of here.

Only ten more minutes.

He takes a bandage's roll and mindlessly put in on his arms, humming a tune his mother taught him.

Eight minutes.

He shoots darts at random objets, sometimes (mostly) missing.

Four minutes.

The door opens and Miranda Gardiner walks in, looking at him strangely.

He supposes he deserves it. As last form of entertainment, he resulted to stick the most ridicules band-aids he had to his face. Maybe not the brightest idea but sue him, he was bored.

The clock chimes, indicating the sweet moment of release except he can't really say to Miranda to wait until next morning.

"Hi Miranda, how can I help you ?"

He must be rocking the professional look, Hello Kitty, Minions and Rarity adorning his face.

"Hum, my head is hurting and I'm sweating. I thought that maybe I had fever and you could check ?"

Will groans internally. If Miranda happens to have fever, she'll have to stay the night. Which implies he also has to stay to monitor her.

"Sure, let me see."

He takes her hand and concentrates.

He can feel the blood flowing in her veins, and most importantly he can feel the immune system kicking in. She does have fever.

Will's eyes twitch.

"Bad news: you have a small fever. Good news: I can just heal you and we both can return to our very comfortable, cosy, plushy, and hum, luxurious beds !"

He completes his rather convincing argument if he says so himself with a bright smile.

Miranda just looks at him with concern.

He could heal her with traditional hymns to his father but he frankly does not want to. Fever is a sickness and so he'll get rid of it much faster with his sickness powers.

A flawless logic his father would proud of.

Hey Raz, I know I never ask you anything but could you heal this girl's fever ? I really need to sleep right now and that's not happening if I have to stay up all night surveying her.

Radio silence.

Will frowns, his little own personal plague spirit always took the chance to talk.

Raz ? You there ?

Still no voice in his mind. It's silent.

Will's mind is never silent. There is always a background noise, a buzzing indicating the presence of another spirit.

A buzzing, Will realises with panic, that has not been present since he woke up this morning tired.

"Hum Will ? You good ?"

Ah yes, Miranda.

"Obviously I'm good ! I'm great even, everything's peachy and sunny and I just have to, I have to, hum, look at your file ! Yes that's it and write down your fever you know ? Because I need to keep track of what happens to you guys !"

Without waiting a response to his disastrous rambling, Will locks himself with the files.

Raz is not responding.

He's been feeling down since he woke up.

He has not been receptive to the sun as if...

As if a part of him was not there to capture the solar energy.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening !

There is no way he's that unlucky.

Ten years of hiding his little secret so that no one knows the wickedness he has inside him.

Ten years of suppressing every pulsing of rage and wrath, cumulating power or power doing so, until it burns below his skin, the plague begging to be released.

If he has no control anymore over Raz and she decides to cause a little chaos...

Okay relax Will, she would start with something small right ? Like a cold, a fev...

"Will everything's okay in there ?"

His eyes widens and he bolts out of the files room, surprising Miranda who is beginning to look very concern about his mental health. He looks at her straight in the eyes and with the most casualness he can muster, aks her :

"Did a little girl touch you today ?"

The daughter of Demeter seems considering now to put in an asylum.

"An unknown little girl, about five years old ? Brown eyes and braids ?" he specifies.

"Huh maybe ? But what does she have to do with my-"

"Forget it, I'm just tired and blabbering nonsense."

Fortunately she doesn't push. It would be hard to announce her that a plague spirit is wandering within Camp borders and possibly infecting everyone she touches.

He heals her quickly, burning all the energy he had left and goes back to his cabin.

He may have had a panic attack on the way but nothing he couldn't handle really.

He's fine.

Totally fine.

Raz is not going to leave his mind until he's one foot in the grave when he catches her.

part 3 and 4 posted !

[rokishimizu4]

The Heart of a Clock

(I ship so many different characters with Miranda Lotto, so if you had a specific ship in mind.. Please put in a request and I’ll write it for Tumblr~! Otherwise all the ships I’ll be writing are on my AO3)

(AU: If Miranda’s innocent evolved further after a mission that almost ended in her death. Her innocence’s bonded with her, it would do anything to keep her alive. Even making a deal with life and death themselves.)

A soft white light covers the fallen bodies of her comrades as she tries desperately to rewind their time, to bring them back. Even for a little while.

“Please, please! Wake up! WAKE UP!” She screams as tears flow down her eyes as she pushes herself beyond the limits the Black Order put her on after another mission gone wrong.

Her vision blurs as the light from the giant clock above her becomes almost too bright to gaze upon by anyone besides Miranda. It spreads farther and farther as she begs desperately for her innocence to save those fallen finders that gave their all, even though they were no match to the level 4 Akumas and the Noah family.

Her vision becomes dark as a piercing pain spreads throughout her body, from a Akuma’s claw through her stomach.

Her screams echo throughout the battlefield as the clock above glows red and purple, indicating it’s rage.

It pulses the blinding red and purple lights across the battlefield, knocking both enemies and allies alike, causing them to suffer the same pain that its friend, it’s sister had suffered.

~~~~Small time skip~~~~

“Oh my, what an interesting sight.” A gentle voice rouse Miranda back to the waking world, but a warm hand covers her closed eyes before she could try to open them.

“Keep them closed, my dear sweet Time Keeper. You still need to heal.” A warm voice, like the rising sun on a cool summer day, shushes her until she feels her body relax without her say so.

“Such power for such a small, skinny, little thing. The Master of Time must see you as something special for Them to ask for our help.” Another voice whispers, cold and distant much like a withering flower in the snow.

“Please…,” she whispers as she tries to understand, “please save them.”

“Such a sacrificial little lamb. Thinking of others before yourself. Very well little Time Keeper. We will save them.”

“But in return, you must keep a secret. No one must know of your new purpose, Little Time Keeper. Your heart is pure and true, do not let it be swayed by the matters of others.”

Miranda tried to open her mouth, to thank whoever was going to save her friends, when she suddenly wakes up in a panic on a hospital bed.

“Miss Miranda! You’re awake!” A small group of Finders gasp in relief as one of two rush out of the hospital room, off to find a nurse or doctor more than likely.

She opens her mouth to ask a question, but the sound of running footsteps breaks her off of her rambling before she could begin.

“Miranda!! You’re awake! Thank God!” Voices, familiar and so welcoming, scream so loudly from down the hall and the group of her friends rushing into her hospital room fills her with so much joy and relief that she begins to cry.

Allen and Leelaa rush into her open arms, hugging her like their lives depend on it, and maybe they did in some way.

Time passes in a blur as Miranda is filled in with what happened after she passed out, and questions are fired off which she tries to answer while keeping her promise to whoever saved her friends.

‘Thank you,’ she thinks to herself as she listens to Lavi, Allen and Kanda argue over this and that, ‘thank you for this gift. I promise to keep your secret. Just please give me the strength to keep my friends safe.’

She lets out a few sniffles as her eyes go from person to person, until her eyes meet the cold and warm eyes of two people in robes that silently disappear like the mist on a cold day heated by the rising sun.

Neither her nor her friends notice the small key to her Grandfather clock glow with faint words marking it with the deal between two very powerful innocences.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Just had a funny little thought that popped into my head: how would our ladies react to you casually being naked in their room/home?

And on the flip side, how often do you think the ladies go naked for the day. I feel like Sal, Alcina and Daniella go a day without clothes every once in a while but I’m curious about what you think.

Much love from ropes anon💜

I mean, I think we can all agree that most of them (given they had the time to do so) would take one look at you before throwing you down onto their bed 🤣 Exceptions being Donna with how flustered she was, Bela with how sexual she was actually feeling.. and Miranda.. well, she'd likely throw you a look of utter disgust before calling you a "pathetic little human" and telling you to put some clothes on 😂😂

As for the second part, I feel like Alcina would probably only walk around naked in her own quarters, to not cause the entire castle to go into extreme gay panic 🤣 Sal walks around naked quite often and has no shame on doing so. Daniela would also if she lived alone or with her partner(s). Donna and Bela would be far more reserved about it. And both Cass and Miranda would likely only allow those they deem worthy enough to gaze upon their naked forms 😌

And also, hello! And much love to you! ♥️

[hypegirl1]

I should have never spoken(ya Cove Holden x gn reader)

AN:Well hello everyone! I´m currently working on the halloween special,meanwhile just a little something I made,I recently finished the game Our Life and I´m so obssesed with Cove he´s such a cutie(why tf is this so long help?) Warnings:This may contain spoilers from the game! Genre:Angst,fluff Word count:1332 Summary:After fixing Miranda´s and Terri´s argument,you feel the need to tell Cove the truth,why you became friends with him in the first place,but it looks like he didn´t liked it that much...

-I´m glad they got together again

+Me too,I was scared that it could have been something more serious or that Terri wouldn´t have wanted to speak to Miranda about it....but things came out good

You finally felt better,you were in your room with your boyfriend Cove,both of you had just finished fixing a little argument that was going on between your friends Terri and Miranda,you were nervous this would lead to something worse,but that wasn´t the case.

The whole talk about fixing problems made you think something...how back then Cove´s dad had offered you 20 $ to be friends with his son. You felt guilty about it,you always felt this pressure on your chest that came together with anxiety and bunch of "what ifs" anytime you thought about it. You hated feeling like this,keeping this secret for so much time only made it worse every single day that passed by,but you also were scared,what would happen if you revealed it? and if you didn´t? would Cove find someday on his own? Would he...leave you for this?

Cove noticed that you were absent thinking about something,your gaze was lost,which made him concerned about you.

-Hey...is everything okay?You look like you´re thinking about something

+I...

How to put it?Or should you actually? You were starting to get anxious about this that you didn´t noticed your hands were shaking,Cove took your hands which made you return back to reality

-Hey hey,calm down,what´s wrong? You can tell me anything

Enough,you had to tell him,you couldn´t hold the guilt you´ve been feeling through all this years anymore.

+Cove,I need to tell you something...

He looked curious and worried at the same time.

+But please,please...promise me that what I´m going to tell you isn´t going to change anything between us,that you won´t leave me

-Y/N don´t say that,I would never leave you

You swallowed and got ready for the truth,your voice was trembling but you still tried to put everything together.

+Well...remember when we were kids and you first moved in?

He noded while looking at you,he looked as nervous as you were.

+The first person I met wasn´t you,but your dad,when- ugh,when I was coming back home I met him,he...he offered me 20$ to be your friend

Oh god,you did it,and what now???Cove didn´t even say anything,he was shocked,you were so scared that you started to shake even more and it was harder to pronounce a single word now.

+I don´t know what to say I- I´m sorry I can explain-

You didn´t even get to finish before Cove got up from your bed and left your house running

+Cove wait! Please! I can explain!

Tears started to roll down your face,you tried following him but when he got to the entrance to your house he left slamming the door

+Fuck!

What were you supposed to do now? You collapsed onto the floor crying,did you just lost the first and only person you loved?

+Why...why...why did I have to say that?! I should have kept it to myself and suffered through my whole life!

The sound of heavy footsteps got you back into reality,it was your sister Liz

-What was that door slam?! Y/N! What´s wrong are you okay?

With the help of Liz,you got back up,tears still in your eyes

+Liz...

You inmediately hugged her,she didn´t knew what was going on but she hugged you back trying to calm you down.After you relaxed a little bit,you sat on the couch with her and explained everything.

+And...I don´t know what to do now,I don´t even know if he´ll want to listen to me or if he´ll believe me or-

-Hey,listen,if he loves you,he´ll listen and believe your words,he loves you more than anything in this world,maybe it was just the shock of the situation that made him act like that

+I hope so...

-Get up,go get him and talk about it,that´s the strong point of your relationship,you always find a solution to everything and you both always talk things,come on,go for him

+Thank you Liz....

She wiped the tears from your face,you inmediately got up and left the house,he couldn´t have gone too far.You decided to go to his house first,maybe he locked himself in his room after this.

After knocking,the door opened inmediately,meeting Mr Holden

-Hey Y/N,everything okay?

He gave you a worried look,you realized it must have been the redness in your eyes and the marks on your cheeks from crying

+Oh,yeah nothing,is Cove here?

-No,I thought he was at your house? He didn´t came in

+Oh...okay then I´ll go get him

-What?

+It´s- hard to explain I´m sorry,I´ll tell you later

You left the house and started running towards the poppy hill behind your house,leaving Mr Holden behind worried and confused,there was no other place Cove could be.

And there he was

The sun was setting,you saw Cove sitting looking at the distant waves with a sad look on his face,you walked towards him.

+Cove,I need to explain things to you...

He didn´t say anything and just kept his gaze fixated on the sea,you sat next to him and looking down,you spoke

+I don´t know what your mind is thinking right now about this situation,but I´m sure it´s not what I think....

You got a deep breath and continued

+I accepted the money,yes,but my mind changed the moment I saw you,it didn´t matter if it was because of the money or not,but I wanted to get to know you,I wanted to be your friend...I always felt guilty about it,and I was scared to tell you because I didn´t knew how you would react to this,but the guilt was killing me...Anytime I thought about it my heart would ache,because I was scared that if I told you,I´d lose you,and I don´t want that...

Cove looked at you with a soft gaze,waiting for you to continue

+The thing is...that if you think that everything we have now and we had in the past,it´s because of 20$,then you´re wrong,because I love you Cove,and I´m saying this with my whole heart...

You could feel your eyes start to get wet,fuck

-Y/N I...I´m sorry,I should have listened to you first instead of running away like a kid,but I thought that-that you were lying,that everything you felt about me was a lie

+Cove no,don´t say that...my mind changed the moment I saw you,everything I think about you is true,I would never lie to you

-Then tell me thruth...

+The truth?

You looked at him confused,there weren't any secrets left to say,so what was he talking about?

-Do you actually love me?

+What?I- I told you right now-

-I want to hear it...

You thought that this was the only way of Cove believing you,so you agreed and grabbed his hands while you looked at him

+Cove,there's no one else in this world that I love more than you,you're my everything,I can't imagine my life without you,because you're the most important part of it,I always loved and I will always love you Cove,I love you...

You could feel your eyes starting to tear up again,you tried looking away to hide the tears

-I'm sorry...

+Sorry?for what?

-I made this situation worse by running away and hiding,that was childish,I should have listened to you but I just...the moment I heard you say that I thought that everything we lived together was a lie,but I was wrong,and only because I didn't listened to you,I'm sorry...

+It's okay,I'm glad you understand,sorry for mentioning it,I should have kept it to myself

-Don't say that,keeping it would have only made it worse,do you feel better now that you told me?

+I do,way better actually,keeping this secret was slowly ending me

You both looked at each other with a soft gaze,Cove opened his arms for a hug and you gladly took the offer,wrapping your arms in the warmest hug ever,as Cove kissed your forehead

+Don't ever think that my love for you is a lie,because that is not true

-I won't,I love you Y/N

-I love you Cove

[rallamajoop]

Resident Evil Village: A needlessly detailed hour-by-hour timeline

Say what you like about Ethan Winters, that man can get a heck of a lot done in a day. Roughly the complete events of Resident Evil Village, just for a start – the timeline’s actually pretty clear on that front. Ethan stumbles into the village just before dawn on February 9, and fights his final boss battle with Miranda at just about the same time on February 10, the following day.

Look, he’s got a daughter to rescue, okay, he’ll sleep when he’s dead (almost literally, in fact – that period just before dawn after Miranda rips his heart out is all the shut-eye he gets).

Exactly what time everything happens within that day is a little less obvious – so naturally, it’s only after I’ve already posted a whole fic that kind of hinges on building a semi-complete timeline of every memorable injury Ethan receives that I went back to the game and realised, oh shit, there actually are specific times of day spelled out all over the place! There are clocks in some buildings, diary entries complete with date and time – and it (mostly) all stacks up!

I mean, up to a point – somewhere in Donna’s house, things get weird. But I don’t think that part will really surprise anyone.

And since I’ve already spent way too long piecing together disparate clues for my timeline posts about the ages of the four lords and when the Mia/Miranda switcheroo happened in the days leading up to the game, what the hell – let’s take it one level finer, and look at the hour-to-hour events of the game itself.

Our first major source is the in-game diary, which you can access via the maps page. I wouldn't take this thing too literally – I really doubt Ethan’s actually sitting down every so often to write about his day and sketch detailed pictures of whatever shit he’s just seen – it’s more here just to summarise recent events for any player who accidentally skipped some cutscenes or wants a quick refresher.

Times in the diary aren’t very precise, just ‘dawn’, ‘early morning’, etc, but they map out a rough series of events.

Dawn (or probably some time before dawn): Ethan wakes up after the truck crash in the forest Early Morning: Ethan reaches the village, encounters the old hag, etc Morning: Ethan reaches Luiza’s house, is put on trial by Miranda, escapes and reaches the castle Noon: Ethan escapes the castle and the Duke sends him on his quest Afternoon: Ethan defeats Donna and Moreau, and battles through the stronghold. Evening: Ethan sets off for Heisenberg’s factory, meets Chris, battles Heisenberg, etc Dawn: Final battle with Miranda

I’d have called it the middle of the night by the time Ethan finally battles Heisenberg, but the slight timeskip to dawn does make sense, since Ethan spends some time dead in the gap there. Also, damn, that was one busy afternoon! (Especially if you’re me, and squeezing all the optional bosses and side-areas into your schedule.) But maybe we can take it that not much actual time passes in Donna’s house – who knows how long hallucinations take in real time?

Anyway, those are the broad strokes, let’s get to finer detail: clocks!

The first clocks you’ll see in the game show up in the Winters’ home, both putting the time of day at 7:34 PM. Time for dinner, and to put the baby to bed.

There are no clocks available when Ethan wakes up in the snow in the dark, but the sun rises while he’s in the first hut you encounter just outside the village. The Internet would lead me to believe that sunrise in Romania in February is around 7:15 AM, so nearly 12 hours have gone by since our opening scene. So either that was a very long drive, or Ethan spent a lot of hours wandering in the woods in the dark, or he was "unconscious" for a long while after the truck rolled over (but then, I already got to share a few of my own theories about that one in that fic I mentioned above, so I get to feel validated there. *g*)

Note that Miranda also holds her ceremony to divide Rose into four crystalline pieces at dawn. The lycan attack on the village seems to have started before dawn even breaks (and I can only assume it's over by the time Eugen staggers home, presumably in too much of a funk to even notice, because there's no mention of it in his diary. But shhh, don't think too hard about that one).

As Ethan arrives on the outskirts of the village and sees his first view of the castle, an attentive gamer will hear a clock strike 8 times, so it's 8AM. Given the sun's just peaking over the mountains, that would about fit too.

There are no clocks that I’ve found in the village proper, probably so the devs don’t have to worry about updating them as the day progresses (though the light and position of the sun certainly changes through the day). But once you make it into the castle, there are clocks everywhere.

Most are either the large grandfather model…

…or the small, mantelpiece model.

There are also a couple of really small ones of a third model, which you can find in castle saferooms.

And they all tell roughly the same time, which is… er, 10:00? 10:05? 10:30?

Seriously, look at these things: the minute hands are pointing to the 5 (or 12 on the mantlepiece model, suggesting someone hasn’t synchronised their clocks perfectly), but the hour hands are consistently stuck midway between 10 and 11, which suggests it should be 10:30. But maybe this is just the devs' way of hedging their bets about the fact time passes while Ethan's in the castle. Or maybe this is just what happens when you eat the guy who comes in to do clock repairs before he’s even finished.

Still, let’s take this basically at face value: Ethan enters the castle around 10AM, and is out again by around noon (as per the diary).

Our next time-of-day indicator isn’t a clock, but the diary left by Chris’ team on the computer that shows up in the church.

So, sounds like the team legitimately arrived while Ethan was in the castle, around 11:35 AM. Presumably, Ethan isn’t supposed to be able to find the computer until after 1:10 PM (time of the latest entry). And while I'm here, I just have to point to that "Found evidence of EW" line ‒ found what evidence? A bunch of broken crates and dead lycans? A wallet dropped while frantically reloading his gun? Two severed fingers? We'll never know.

Also, for those keeping track: it is 100% canon that in the time Ethan needs to take out both Donna and Moreau, clear out the stronghold, battle his way through the factory, and defeat Sturm, all Chris has managed to do is futz around the factory for a bit, mess around with an old tank, and not-quite-finish planting explosives. Pff, loser. (Okay, I tell a lie ‒ he also shows up in the reservoir, so maybe he just procrastinated and hung out with his friends for a few hours instead of actually getting to the one job he promised everyone he was actually going to do. C'mon, we've all done it.)

Moving on, there are more clocks waiting for us in Donna’s domain, but here’s where things get… weird.

To begin with, the first clock you can find (ticking loudly by the stairs) thinks it’s 6 o’clock. Whether this is AM or PM, neither makes any sense here. But the fact it’s ticking suggests it’s working, and the time doesn’t change after Donna is dead and her hallucination-flowers are all wilted, so… I don’t know, maybe Donna and Angie just don’t live in the same mental time zone as the rest of us. Or maybe the devs just didn’t bother changing clock.asset from its default setting.

Downstairs, in the basement, you can find another clock in the workroom, and it’s not 6:00 down here, but 9:21. Again, the time doesn’t change as events progress.

More interesting is a smaller clock you might spot on a table in the hall on your way down, next to a lantern and a bowl of rotten fruit, which shows yet another different time.

What makes this little elaborate-portico-model clock interesting, though, is that it’s an asset from RE7 – cap below comes from the Baker house.

And like every clock in RE7, the one in Donna's house shows 10:15. The attentive player may even remember this, since in RE7 that time was part of a puzzle.

It’s not the only call-back you’ll find to RE7 down here – the ringing phone is other one I caught, very reminiscent of Zoe’s calls from RE7. The phone's actually not a reused asset, though – the RE8 version has an old-fashioned rotary dial, where the RE7 phones had buttons, making them substantially more modern.

I was thinking there were more RE7 assets down in this section – the torn floral wallpaper in a run-down corridor definitely has RE7-vibes, and the horror potential of sending Ethan back through a literal scene from his nightmares goes without saying. But I couldn’t find anything specific that was reused. Even the fuse-box puzzles use completely different assets.

Which all begs the question, are we supposed to notice that clock as an intentional callback on Ethan’s Hallucinatory Journey? Or is it just a casually reused asset without greater meaning?

In all honesty, I would not have noticed the portico-clock came from RE7 if I hadn’t seen it pointed out in a Reddit thread somewhere – and if we are supposed to notice it, it’s not the model I’d have chosen. The large grandfather clocks from RE7 are far more memorable (and, impressively, distinct from both the large-grandfather-clock models found in RE8). The portico clock is used in a couple of different places, but isn't super-memorable, and is easily missed.

You can find it there in the Daughter’s DLC as well (prequel set before the events of the game), though there it and all other clocks have been dutifully adjusted to show a different time (7:22PM).

What's much stranger is that there are actually two of these clocks in Ethan’s home back at the start of the game. And they read 10:15 there too, even though the main wall clocks read 7:34.

Heck, I even found this damn thing down in the Umbrella facility in the remake of RE2, still reading 10:15.

So… yeah, I’m gonna have to go with ‘clumsily reused asset’ for all appearances of this clock in RE8. And having now spent way too long down the mad rabbit-hole that is the clocks of House Beneviento, I'm forced to conclude: nothing means anything, everything is just here to fuck with me, and for all I know Ethan stumbles out of this place before he ever went in, IDEK.

It doesn't help that post-House Beneviento, I found no clocks anywhere, nor any more documents citing time-of-day. None in Moreau’s Reservoir, none in Heisenberg’s Factory (which doesn’t mean there aren’t any I didn’t catch, but I was definitely looking for them).

The sun’s pretty clearly setting by the time Ethan reaches the factory, and it’s set by the time you fight Heisenberg. What time of night it is while Chris is doing his mad run through the village is anyone’s guess, but presumably a bunch of hours go by somewhere, since the whole night has passed before our showdown. But then, as already established, Chris is a guy who can canonically burn most of his afternoon lost in one factory (granted, the place is one hell of a maze), so maybe he does the same down in the village.

The important thing is that the Duke’s here to get Ethan to his appointment with Miranda at dawn ‒ cue ending sequence and credits.

So, for those keeping track, here's the 'complete' hour-by-hour timeline for Resident Evil Village, as close as we can track it.

February 8 7:34 PM: Opening scene. Chris burst into the Winters' home, kills "Mia" and kidnaps Ethan and Rose.

February 9 Pre-dawn: Ethan wakes up next to the crashed truck. Lycan attack on the village begins. Dawn (around 7:15 AM): Miranda holds her ceremony to crystalise Rose and divide her into four pieces

8:00 AM: Ethan reaches the outskirts of the village, explores, encounters the the lycans and the old hag, etc Morning: Ethan reaches Luiza’s house, is put on trial by Miranda, escapes and reaches the castle 10:00 AM (approx): Ethan reaches the castle 11:35 AM: Chris' team arrives on site 12:10 PM: Chris' team infiltrates the village Noon (approx): Ethan defeats Dimitrescu and escapes the castle, and the Duke sends him on his quest 01:10 PM: Chris' team establish their base in the church and split up to investigate separately Afternoon: Ethan defeats Donna and Moreau, and battles through the stronghold Evening: Ethan sets off for Heisenberg’s factory, meets Chris, battles Heisenberg, etc Night: Chris fights his way through the village and discovers Mia in Miranda's lab

February 10 Pre-dawn: Ethan wakes up in the Duke's wagon Dawn (around 7:15 AM): Final battle with Miranda

So... yeah. Up to early afternoon on the 9th, the timeline here is surprisingly detailed. And considering what a chaotic fairy-tale mind-fuck of a game this thing is, that's actually pretty impressive. But beyond Donna's House of Extreme Mindfuckery, Ethan has lost all track of what's going on in his life, and I think we can all forgive him for that.

And now I will never be able to walk past a clock in an RE game without getting the urge to take a screenshot again.