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conspicuous-clown-car · 7 months

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Could you share some info about your fnaf self insert? They seem pretty cool :]

OOOOOOOOH BOY ARE YOU ASKING FOR AN INFO DUMP ?BECAUSE YOU ARE ABOUT TO GET AN INFO DUMP!!!!

first off, my self insert is basically just me, but some stuff is drastically different, and more of like, where i was 5 years ago mentally, so keep that in mind lol

sooo basics: their name is Kris Tycho, they're in their early 20s, they're 4'10, they're mexican, nonbinary, and aromantic

they are just a little guy who likes silly colorful fun things, as seen from the lil googly eye ring on their hand, the way they dress, and the fact that they might be the only person who wasn't scared of the dca when first meeting! they're also a fan of slightly unsettling and weird/misunderstood things, so, perfect match!

they are autistic and have adhd (like me!) so they tend to swing from being highly alert and focused to brain foggy and oblivious to what's going on around them. they do have bad sensory issues, mainly with sound and lights, which is why they decided to work night shift at the pizzaplex. also because they're reeeaallly socially awkward and get too stressed and exhausted working in customer service

they have a monotonous way of speaking, and can be taken too seriously due to having a resting bitch face, which tends to intimidate people. they're also a huge introvert, and don't make friends easily, which is partially due to how off-putting people find them. but! when they get comfortable with someone they're able to unmask and be overly expressive.

they also aren't exactly the most professional person, so people (vanessa) can be bothered by how casual they are at work (because they literally do not have the energy to act serious when its unnecessary). vanessa, exasperated by the animatronic shenanigans one night says "fuck robots" kris jokingly says "im trying" and vanessa is just like shut the fuck up. seriously.

they have spotify playlists of all the animatronics! (sun and moons have the most songs teehee)

is more than okay with the animatronics carrying them and being overly touchy. anyone else? immediately on their shit list

they're really good at sewing, and have fixed sun and moons clothes when management ignored their requests to repair them.

their favorite animatronic from the main band is glam chica (dont tell roxy)

their favorite movie is wall-e :] (they've always had a thing for robots)

their relationship with the dca kinda blurs the lines between platonic and....other, lol. they're unable to feel romantic feelings for them but they still do stuff like kiss and cuddle maybe other stuff too, but they basically act like besties and are each others comfort person. fuck labels! >:D

their entire thought process when deciding to work at the pizzaplex was, "i'll either work here long enough to pay off my student loans, or ill die. win win situation" (yikes, the pay there isn't even that good)

they're also huge fan of fazbear ent. because of all the rumors surrounding it, and because they were obsessed with the games when they were younger (which are canonically real in the fnaf universe). they are very aware of the alleged murders surrounding faz ent. and the very real danger of working at their establishments. but they're curious! sue them!

the reason vanessa and them are the only human workers in the entire building is because there needs to be at least 2 (human) people in an establishment during work hours (my source is i used to work at chuck e cheese, and that's my reference for the majority of these kinds of things)

their job title is security guard, but vanessa regularly gives them random tasks, things that staff bots aren't programmed or are unable to do, or things that dayshift workers forgot to do before closing. because between her, the staff bots, and moon, kris isn't exactly necessary when it comes to security.

kris doesn't meet the daycare attendant until like a month into their job, and when they do meet sun they immediately get kicked out of the daycare for not being a child lol. after going down the slide enough times to irritate sun he gives in, and they get to know each other. they spend at least an hour hanging out with sun each shift, and they even hang out outside of the daycare when they get too busy to visit!

moon has been stalking them the entire time though, when the lights go off every hour. they officially meet when kris has to do monthly maintenance on them and the lights go out while they're working. moon scares them by threatening and manhandling them, but they don't try to run. both because they're curious and because their flight or fight is just freeze. but after recovering from the shock the autism makes them go "holy shit your design is so cool how did your pants change color where did your hat come from?" and moon is completely silent, then he just laughs and leaves without letting kris finish maintenence.

ummm okay so they're actually a bit more willing to die than how i previously made it seem, their plan was essentially to try to explore as much of the pizzaplex as they can out of curiosity and if they die they die (they are not mentally well) so when they meet moon and he's slightly violent and grabby with them, they're like !!! an opportunity! so for selfish reasons (and because they vibe with the celestial jester theme), they try to get closer to moon. (secret reason: they like getting scared)

In this story there is no virus, its just vanny/vanessa being able to control the animatronics, but due to that they've become very anxious and stressed. this is why chica starts to overeat, why monty starts to have anger issues, why moon starts to act scary towards the children, and why sun starts to become an anxious mess.

at first kris didn't think the animatronics were sentient, and they were perfectly fine with the thought of possibly dying to one of them. but when they realized just how sentient they were (due to spending a lot of time around sun and moon), and how the animatronics were aware of what happened at previous locations, they felt sooo incredibly guilty.

despite not thinking the animatronics were sentient they still treated them like people, partly due to their autism that made them personify inanimate objects, but also because in their mind it was 'fun to act like they were real'. like an adult going to Disneyland and getting so lost in the magic that they forget the characters are just actors.

and... i don't want to spoil too much of the story yet teehee so ill end it there

thank u for letting me ramble! even though i kinda went overboard lol :]

#they are me i am them #(in some ways)#if theres anything specific yall wanna know pls ask 👉👈#sun x self insert #moon x self insert #s/i x canon #dca x self insert #fnaf self insert #fnaf s/i #fnaf oc #tw sucidal ideation #suggestive joke #tw suggestive

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 3 months

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Quick! Name your fav unfinished/abandoned fanfics. Maybe shouting their names into the void will bring them back like some kind of Beetlejuice situation.

(A gal can dream lol)

Cool ask!! You didn't ask me to specify a fandom, so I didn't. As I've been going through my bookmarks, tagging them and sorting them into the correct collections, I've noticed several unfinished that I miss. Please do not judge how incredibly insanely varied my tastes are. If an author had a tumblr, I tagged it. Please note this list is heavily influenced by nostalgia:

At the Office by wolfqueen1015 , 62/70 chapters, The 100, multiship (but I read it for linctavia (Lincoln/Octavia Blake)), last updated 2/22/2021.

As a linctavia shipper, I actually did not care if Clarke was with Bellamy or Lexa, and read many a fic I enjoyed that went either way for side linctavia. (I will sincerely apologize for that @catthestral497). This is a bellarke fic, beware. It's just a silly stupid social media fic that I found really funny in 10th grade, and I actually think is still funny. I want my last eight chapters.

operation braven by orphan_account , 19/? chapters, The 100, multiship (but I read it for linctavia (Lincoln/Octavia Blake)), last updated 7/3/2018.

It's my honest prerogative to say The 100 is a bad show, it's really not good, but I have read this fanfiction all the way through at least five times and some of it lives in my brain in place of childhood memories. Again, it's a silly social media fic but it's so funny, I miss it.

Infinite Variations by Someone_else_before , 17/? chapters, Stranger Things, mileven (Mike Wheeler/Eleven), last updated 1/1/2018.

My guilty pleasure for so so long has been 2016 post season one Stranger Things fics. I think they have infinitely cooler plotlines than the actual show. This is slightly different, it's a full season one rewrite where the Demogorgan never comes and never takes Will, and Eleven and Mike meet through dreams. I could die to find out how this fic ends, it's been like six years.

Perry the Evil-Adjacent Boyfriend series by Kereea , 15/? works, Phineas and Ferb, perryshmirtz (Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus), last updated 8/29/2020.

STAY WITH ME ON THIS. Me and my roommate decided to explore this tag as a joke (highly recommend), and I stumbled upon this?? Incredibly sweet and wholesome gem?? Anyways its about a human Perry who quits OWCA and adopts the kids after his brother Lawrence and Lawrence's wife Linda die in a car accident (insane premise) and then him and Doof raise the kids with Vanessa? It's literally so wholesome and cute and family friendly, god I love this fic I have to go read it again I wish there was more.

New Elysium by Cloud_Nine , 16/? chapters, The Walking Dead, multiship (but I read it for gleggie (Glenn Rhee/Maggie Greene) and richonne (Rick Grimes/Michonne)) last updated 3/21/2021.

This fanfiction. Lives with me almost every day, I am FURIOUS that there isn't more of it. This is a fic about the members of Rick's group waking up before the apocalypse began but some have their memories of the events to come, so they start gathering, finding each other, and setting up the best location to hunker down. I just for some reason could spend hours reading about their little house mission and the seeds and working on getting generators to the farm, god, the tension of the time ticking down gets me.

New Chat Created: North Island Daggers by Comin2U , 24/24 (now marked complete), Top Gun movies, multiship (but I read it for icemav (Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell) and a lil for the hangster (Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw), last updated 7/29/2022.

This fic, ohohoho. By now you all know I love a social media au, a text fic, anything of the sort. But this fic is creme of the crop of any social media au. It's just so magnificent. It's my fav thing ever, which is found family, and involves my two favorite things to see in a Top Gun fic; icemav adopting the dagger squad post mission, and also the Daggers being shocked and then pissed at Rooster when they discover Mav is married to Ice. Also Ice using sign is always a fucking bonus to me.

Spider Sully series by @alexihollis , 11/? works, James Cameron Avatar movies, Spider Socorro & Sully Family, last updated 4/11/2023.

I've raved about this fic enough for you all, but once again! This is the og and if I had my way it would go on forever and ever and never end. Especially now that it's ended up on the front lines fighting for aocorro, which you all also know I've recently decided I enjoy.

I Believe We're The Enemy by reginalds , 7/10 chapters, Spartacus (2010), nagron (Nasir/Agron), last updated 8/13/2015.

This fanfiction was last updated in 2015, but I only watched 2010 Spartacus in 2021 and that's what hurts most of all, huh? What a fantastic show. There would probably be a ton more nagron fics on here but I stopped reading unfinished fics from 2012 😔. Like genuinely though I've bled that fandom dry, I've read every single Barca/Pietros fic that exists.

The Pride of Burrough House by RonsGirlFriday @constitutionalweasleymonarchy , 23/65 chapters, Harry Potter series, multiship, last updated 12/8/2023.

This fic is still being updated, I believe it's just slow because each chapter is an epic. It's just really cool and you all should read it. It's a regency era Harry Potter fic which like, all the ships getting their own plot. Also love love Harry just, growing up rich and cool with his parents lol. I think the dialogue is super fun and I'm very invested in every characters plot so far.

a study in poor judgement by cze , 7/8 chapters, The Goldfinch, boreo (Theodore Decker/Boris Pavlikovsky), last update 8/29/2022.

It's so close though!!! I've read every boreo fanfiction that exists too, and for a bummer of a book, it's a bummer of a fandom as well lol. This fic (although it also manages to be a bummer), puts Theo in such a funny predicament that it combats enough of the bummer-ness that I just loved it. And just like almost every other boreo fic, it's stupidly well written.

Best Laid Plans by voiceoftime @music-is-love-90 , 30/40 chapters, Bridgerton, kanthony (Kate Sharma/Anthony Bridgerton), last updated 3/24/2023.

This is my favorite of my favorite type Bridgerton fics to read, which is Kate and Anthony courting from the beginning instead of the nonsense with Edwina. And this one is just *chefs kiss* I think it's still being updated as well though. Hopefully.

Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93 , 9/? chapters, The Black Phone, rinney (Finney Blake/Robin Arellano), last updated 9/8/2023.

I have pushed this fic before, but once again it is absolutely heartbreaking. I cried seven separate times reading just one of the chapters. I need it finished so I know if it works the fuck out, because I literally cannot handle ghost Robin being stuck watching the boy he loves but can't see him for the rest of Finney's life.

When Eywa Sleeps, So Do Her Children by Aye_Dei , 9/9 (now marked as complete), James Cameron Avatar movies, Ao'nung/Neteyam/Spider, last updated 10/23/2023.

This one is a massive bummer, as it was ended due to newfound bigotry, but I was really enjoying it before it was discontinued.

And finally, I just wanted to express my deep disappointment that my icemav Star Wars au was deleted halfway through. I'm mad about it.

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mushtoons · 6 months

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Completely understandable if you don't want to get into a debate but can I ask what exactly you disliked abt the fnaf movie?? I found it an incredibly enjoyable personally. Like I have guesses as to the most common issues people might have with the plot but. I am admittedly. a little baffled by the idea of a fellow tmnt enjoyer taking issue with creative liberties when someone is making a fresh take on a franchise that is meant to have its own separate canon to the previous installments..

nah we don't mind, people can have their own opinion just like we can have ours, and we dont have any issue with them taking creative liberties? we never even gave any indication that did we? /genuine it just sucked to us and we liked the plot it was silly and fun but lacked yknow, spoilers ahead:

it emphasize waaaay to many times about his brother, like understandably yes we get it and we understand WHY they'd want to, but they did it too much, it sucked the meaning and emotion out of such a heartbreaking scene to the point our friends and i groaned every time he brought it up

literally the first 3 nights of FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S!!!!! all he did was sleep...like yeah we get ur trying to remember stuff about ur brother okay...do that in a different scene or something

the funniest part about fnaf games were the hidden easter eggs and there was almost none in that movie, our brother and i were extremely disappointed because we spent years hyperfixating on the lore and hunting for easter eggs in the games

THERE WAS NO FUCKIN PHONE GUY LIKE AT ALL NOT EVEN A TEASE OF HIM HIS STUPID LIL HELLO HELLO MADE US SO ANGRY /affectionate WE WERE SO DISAPPOINTED HE WASN'T EVEN IN THERE

you dont even see the animatronics do anything besides foxy briefly until the fourth MORNING... though that scene was AMAZING

they didn't even ATTEMPT to have them hunt down or lurk like they do in the games, like okay plot wise ig i see why not but...its fnaf its literally built around that at least a small attempt could have been made other than the foxy and abby scene

we were really confused as to why the intro scene it showed mike running and hiding and even something trying to break into his office when, when the scene finally lined up thats not even how it went down, he was apparently asleep the whole time talking to the dead kids....

they really didnt have to get all scientific and stuff to explain possession and stuff ...the fun of possession is that it doesnt have to make sense its creepy and horrifying and thats all that matters not...that whole explanation vanessa gave

we could go on but our foods done 👀

#but yeah #like it was a good watch for shits and giggles #but we all watched winnie the pooh blood and honey right after and that was better than the fnaf movie...#which says a lot #like both were so silly but oof #wood wide web #fnaf movie spoilers

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fruitsofhell · 5 months

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As someone who knows a good amount of the FNAF lore but kinda doesn't give a shit about it anymore, I dont understand when people say the FNAF movie was just lore fanservice. I thought the plot was fun and established its own rules and stakes rather well, and I found myself engaged by this Mike's struggles. And it's different from the Mike of the games (the last time I checked) and I'm happy they went with a protagonist who would better fit a movie's plot structure than a never-ending series of teasing games.

I know stuff like Vanessa being Afton's daughter is kind of a lore revelation I believe, but it was also a good twist in the film and made her compelling. I'm kinda fucked up over characters who have loyalty to people they know are monsters but don't know what to do with it. And I'm also happy af they didn't pull a Vanny (as fun as she could be), she just got to be normal and conflicted.

Other than the 2000s b-list kids movie conflict with the evil aunt - which honestly is corny in a good way - my only gripe with the story is that WHY Afton did the murders isn't established. He didn't get enough time to be a villain me feels, especially for how obvious the twist is, but like how often do murderers get good backstories in cheesy horror flicks? Atleast he didn't go on a tirade about remnant, the weird ass sci-fi magic the series brought in past "souls can haunt things" is wack to me, and I think from the film you can just extrapolate that he wanted power over his victims or somethin'. Which, I mean, is a common motivation for serial murder.

The movie is very cute and corny for what it is. Sometimes I wish it leaned into its melodrama more, but it's very fun. And it was worth it for the puppets alone. Speaking of the animatronics - I adore the characterization of them in this film, the biggest draw of them as horror mascots was always the mix between being kid-friendly but fucked up and haunted. Them being sweet to the lil sister and just wanting to play with her even if it meant murder was fun as hell. Personally I would've enjoyed seeing the kids also interact with the original personalities of the CHARACTERS of the animatronics, like forcing the machines to do their old bits even though they're in a horrible state. Driving home how decrepit and devoid of life the place these poor kids are trapped in is, yet they still just want to have fun and enjoy the silly cartoon animals. Stuff like that is what draws me to the aesthetics of the series honestly.

#shut the heck up #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's 2023 #i have lots of opinions on the series but its suuuch a dumpster fire #everyone has their opinion on when it shouldve ended but it coulda had a good run after UCN to me #i wish they just started with a new canon afterwards or something #and i hate the supplememntary materialdvhdhd #i hope this movie isnt meant to be like the books n shit #its just neat (7/10)#tag talking

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apocalypticwafflekitten · 2 years

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Safe in Your Arms

James Wesley x Reader

A/N: Basically I watched Daredevil and my hand slipped. Listened to Someone to Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic while writing if y’all want to join in the vibes!

Original Imagine/ Summary Thingy: You’re Vanessa’s niece/nephew and you have a lil crush on Wesley and maybe, just maybe, he has a lil crush on you too. (Originally this was written with a fem!reader, but I changed it around a bit and it should be gender neutral now. But if there are any gendered terms still in there, let me know!)

Warnings: Mentions and discussion of kidnapping, mentions of blood, mentions of insomnia, overwhelming amounts of fluff, Wesley being Soft™️, things get a lil, slightly steamy there for a minute, but nothing sexual!

Word Count: 3620

This wasn’t exactly how you had intended to spend your night. The living room was dark, save for the light of the TV and the ambient, yellow glow from the corner lamp. You were curled up on your sofa, eyes to the TV. Your mind however, was drifting far away from whatever movie was on, and swirling with hazy memories of a dark warehouse and the crooked, smiling men that had taken you there.

Your apartment’s squeaky wooden floors brought you from your reverie, having only enough time to notice a quiet creak behind you before you heard a familiar, deep voice.

“What are you doing up?”

You turned toward the small hallway in your apartment and there you found Wesley in the doorway, dressed in soft-looking pajama pants and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. It was a jarring difference from the suits you were used to seeing him in, but you were happy for it. Something about seeing him in such…normal, unassuming pajamas made your heart flutter and your cheeks warm. You’d expected silk pajamas or something like that, but instead you got soft pants and a band t-shirt and you swore he’d never looked more handsome. You took a moment to entertain the idea of Wesley at a concert, belting “inset song title” at the top of his lungs and made a mental note to ask him if he’d ever seen them live.

“Oh, hey Wes. I uh, I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stop thinking about the warehouse.” You answered quietly, subconsciously rubbing over a bruise on your arm as you spoke. Wesley’s sudden appearance had momentarily pulled you from your thoughts, but that moment was gone and the warehouse once again consumed your thoughts.

You must have been quiet for a while because when you looked back at Wesley, he was watching you with a worried look - brows upturned and everything. So you shook yourself back into reality and asked him the first thing that came to mind, “What’s got you up this late?”

He was quiet for a moment before speaking - his eyes swept over you as you awaited his response.

“Insomnia. A relatively new development, but nothing I can’t deal with.” Once again, he paused, hesitation lingering in the silence, “Is there…anything I can do to help you?”

“Um, I think I’m okay. Just scared I guess. Even now that I’m home,” you sigh, your shoulders drooping with your exhale, ”I’m sorry you have to deal with that by the way. It’s gotta suck.”

“It’s not too bad. Like I said, it’s nothing I can’t handle,” Wesley responds, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “What's on your mind? What’s keeping you up?” He asks, stepping closer to the couch, his socks padding softly on the hardwood floor.

“It’s silly stuff,” you start, looking away from him and fiddling with your hands, “Well, I guess it’s not really silly since I did get kidnapped, but I’m just…I’m scared that it’ll happen again. I know Fisk promised my safety, Hell, that’s why you're here” you paused for a brief moment, “But I can’t stop worrying that someone will figure out how to get to me again. I can’t stop thinking about the warehouse; I can’t get the image out of my head. Every time I see the bruises in the mirror I’m back in that chair and I-I don’t ever want to go back there. I mean, I was there for days. They’d come in and taunt me, and they’d laugh when I begged them to stop. Sometimes they’d come in and beat me around just because they could.” You paused to regain your composure with a few shaky breaths, then continued, “I’d never felt so isolated. It was terrifying. I-I don’t wanna be alone like that again.” By the time you’d finished speaking your voice was beginning to tremble, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed Wesley moving until he sat next to you.

He moved carefully, reaching for your hands once he’d sat down. He looked you right in your eyes and he held your hands softly, as if anything more would cause you to flinch away from him. His voice was firm with sincerity as he spoke your name, “No one will ever get to you again. And you will never have to be alone again. I-,” he caught himself, then let go of a breath, “We will keep you safe.”

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his hands, “Thank you Wesley.”

“Of course,” he scoots just a little closer to you, running his thumb across the back of your hand, “Would you like some company? Since neither of us are sleeping tonight?”

“I'd like that. Yeah.” you respond with a small smile, scooting closer yourself.

Wesley smiles and keeps hold of your hands as he moves to the other end of the couch, only letting go when you can’t reach any further. He settles in the corner and pats the seat next to him.

“C’mere.”

You don’t think about it. Or what it might mean. Or what he means. You don’t care what’s implied when you all but rush to sit right beside him with a new warmth in your gut. All you think about is how warm he is and how comfy you feel when you lean your head on his shoulder, settling in to watch the rest of whatever movie was on.

"Thank you for staying with me by the way. It does help after everything." You quietly confess after a moment.

"I'm glad to stay if it means you feel safe." Wesley assured, a gentle warmth in his voice.

You were quiet for a beat, but eventually spoke up with a quiet huffed laugh,

“I was worried it might annoy you honestly. I mean, you’re staying here a whole week just to make sure I don’t get kidnapped again. I feel like I’m wasting your time.”

Wesley turns to you with a concerned, bewildered look, “You are never a waste of my time. Whether it’s being told to stay with you for a week to ensure your safety, or stopping by to say hi while you're working at the pool hall, any time I spend with you is time well spent.” Wesley has this warm smile on his face that’s so sincere you couldn't doubt what he’d said if you wanted to.

You don’t really have any response to that except a small nod, and Wesley is surprised by his own sincerity, so you both turn back to the TV and he smiles when he feels you return your head to rest on his shoulder.

It’s a few minutes later when he oh so sneakily wraps his arm around your shoulder. You can’t help the beam of happiness that surges through you and lands in a smile on your face.

Wesley’s heart is beating erratically. He hopes you can’t hear it as he wraps himself around you. He thinks he’d die if you knew how this closeness makes him tremble. He’d never be able to look at you again if you saw the blush on his face, God you were so warm and soft and holding you was everything in the world.

“You know, Fisk tore up the city looking for you.” Wesley began unprompted, as if the words just burst from him regardless of whether he wanted them to or not, “The moment Vanessa called saying you were missing - I've never seen him look that scared. He had everyone on his payroll looking for you."

"Even you?" You queried.

"Yes, even me." He smiled down at you once again, giving your shoulder a small squeeze.

There was a beat of silence. You smiled at a memory and took hold of Wesley’s hand, interlocking your fingers without really thinking about it.

“You wanna know something Wes?"

"What?"

"You're the first thing I remember seeing when I woke up. I was tied to that chair in the warehouse, and you were telling me that everything would be alright. The light above me was so bright, but you kept saying that I was safe. I remember feeling your hand on my face and feeling - believing - that I was safe." You leaned closer to him, rubbing your thumb across his palm.

"You smiled a bit when you woke up." Wesley recalled fondly, although the memory had now gleaned a new weight within him.

“I did.” A knowing smile broke out on your face and it made Wesley weak. Even through the dim lighting in your living room, he could see how bright your eyes were and the happiness held within them. He wanted to hold that smile on your face forever. Just the thought that he was the reason you were smiling like that made him want to jump for joy and tell everyone who would listen: ‘hey I did that! Look at what I did!’

“Hey Wes, can I ask you a question?”

It took him a second to come back, your voice pulling him back to the present.

“Uh yeah-yeah, sure.”

You didn’t seem to notice him stumbling over his sentence. You just looked down at your hands as you spoke. “I just-I’ve noticed, since you’ve been here, that you’re always kinda…tense? You seem like you haven’t relaxed at all since I was brought back home. I know you’re still on the job technically, but- y’know- “

The sentence slowly died on your tongue, but Wesley knew what you were asking. He looked away from you, down to his lap as if he would find an answer etched in the weave of his pajama pants. It took him a moment to find his words, and even then, you could hardly hear him.

“It’s…hard to relax knowing you could still be in danger.” Wesley’s voice was quiet - barely a whisper. He didn’t meet your eyes. His were stuck on the bruise that smudged itself across your forearm. His brows drew together as his thumb came to trace its outline. It seemed his mind was elsewhere, thinking about the warehouse just as you had been before.

But with a gentle dip of your head and your hand coming to stop his tracing, you catch his eyes and give him a small smile, “If it makes any difference, I always feel safe when you’re around.”

It took a second for that to sink in. He visibly buffered when he heard what you’d said.

“You do?” His voice was soft and full of disbelief. “Why?”

“Well, for one thing, you’ve always got a gun in your back pocket” you laugh a little and he can’t help the smile that breaks out on his face, “but really, you’ve always felt safe to me. Of course, you’re Fisk’s right hand man so that helps, but aside from that it feels like no matter what happens you’ll always be able to keep me safe. Like you’ll always be there for me.

He paused, visibly shaken by your response.

“Can I tell you something?” Your name fell off his lips in a quiet whisper,

“Of course.” You respond, and Wesley can see hope in your eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing followed. Instead, he looked at your face. Your beautiful eyes, your soft lips. He couldn't think of anything to say.

Before he realized it, his hand had reached for your face, and he found himself holding your cheek, his thumb swiping gently across your face. He was in awe. There was something so tender about the soft way you rested your head in his hand. He felt you lean your weight into his hold and he swore his heart melted right there. Something soft and mushy took place in his chest and he never wanted that feeling to go away. He just wanted you, like this, for the rest of time.

He hadn’t realized that he was leaning into you until your noses brushed together. He pulled back a little, but when he noticed you’d followed him, and that your eyes were closed, he dipped to your lips and kissed you.

He felt your lips move against his and their soft press spurred him on. He let out a heavy, shuddering breath as his hands came to frame your face, both of them cradling your head with adoring gentleness. He kissed you harder, hungry to know the curve of your lips - to memorize it and feel it tingle against his own whenever he thought of you.

And thinking of you brought him back to reality. He realized all too quick what he was doing and pulled away, regretting it the second he did. He couldn’t look you in the eye. His cheeks flushed, embarrassment set aflame in his gut.

“I’m sorry. I-I should have asked first. That wasn’t particularly considerate of me, I-“

“Wes,” You cut off his spiraling apology with a small smile and a squeeze of his hand.

His eyes met yours and they were hopeful.

“Kiss me again.”

He gave you an incredulous smile, but didn’t hesitate a moment otherwise. He held the back of your neck and pulled you into him, kissing you with the fervor held in a long-pining heart.

You smiled. You smiled because of him. Again. And he felt it against his lips. He felt your hands lay themselves against his chest, one hand sneaking up to play with the curls at the base of his neck.

A soft moan escaped him when you gave his hair a tiny tug, and you couldn’t help but chuckle against his lips.

You were caught off guard when he pulled away, but when he dipped down to place a kiss on your bruised collarbone, and then the bruise on your arm, the surprise dissipated and your heart melted. He kissed every bruise he could see, mumbling against your skin as he did so.

“I swear this will never happen again. I’ll kiss every bruise away and when they’re gone, I’ll lay kisses where they were so those spots never know pain again. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

You didn’t know what to say, but when he leaned up, meeting your eyes, you nodded to let him know you understood.

When every bruise was kissed - some even kissed twice - Wesley leaned back up, held the side of your face once more, and kissed you again.

He felt so much in that moment. Anger toward your captors who dared to lay their hands on you. Worry for your safety. He wanted to wipe every bruise off your skin as if they were just smudged makeup and help you heal after what happened at the warehouse. And yet, he’d never been happier in his life. He was kissing you. Every ounce of passion he’d ever felt paled in comparison to the bright, shining warmth that was bursting from his chest in this moment. He never wanted to stop touching you. And he never wanted to go another moment without feeling your hands on him. He wanted to feel your hands on his face, his chest, in his hair. He wanted you all around him.

His lips felt swollen when he pulled away, and yours looked like they might bruise. He’d kissed you hard and you seem to have done the same to him. The both of you took a minute to breathe - watching the heavy breaths expand through each other's chests.

But after a moment, when you both were breathing normally again, Wesley spoke what he had been thinking.

“I didn’t say it before, but I’m happy that you feel safe when I’m around.”

You smiled at him and took his hands in yours, “You know what Wes?”

“What?”

“I feel even safer in your arms.”

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#james wesley #james wesley x reader #ive been sitting on this one for a long time #and ive finally finished it!#Ive been wanting to get it written for a while now and I'm excited to finally get it out there!#I hope yall like this one as much as I do!

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hauntedelation · 3 years

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Description: Mike takes you out of your lonely, dark home on what is supposed to be the jolliest days of the year. In return, you pull him out of his own shadowy pit, simply to convey to him how much you care.

Pairing: Black Female Reader x Mikey (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Challenge: 25 DAYS OF CAVILL by @emjayewrites

A/N: This all started with a certain conversation with a fellow Mikey lover. The lovely @emyearns wrote this amazing piece in the result of that talk. Go check it out! It is wonderful ugh 🖤 This is my reply back to her because I promised her a lil’ something of Mike 🥺 I also wanted to include this as part of the challenge another fellow writer started.

It’s still Christmas where I’m at! I hope that I am not too late! 😥 This is a steamy Christmas theme with Mikey and some essence of angst within it. Please, if there are any errors, know that I didn’t mean it!

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut (18+), D/s dynamics (Fem Dom/Male Sub), angst, feels, oral sex (male receiving), marking, choking kink, hair pulling kink, fluffy Christmas gift giving!

Merry Christmas! 😊 Enjoy~

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One thing that you were able to learn about Mikey, in the short month of dating him, was that he seemed to glow the brightest under your hand.

He was a far different person around you, still, than anyone else. He remained being Mike, the goofy smartass who loved to joke around. But, it was as if he took off a mask and could finally breathe when he was in your presence. Just you and him.

Mike was able to let go.

Despite that he was reluctant in opening up, you put all your effort in, working to know what made him bloom. It was after every tug to his curls, every nick and bruise that you left on his pale skin, every grip your fingers held around his neck, that you saw him begin to come out.

Even more so was after those heated moments where you held him close, pressing your lips to his cheeks and his eyelids, fingers brushing along his eyebrows. You whispered in his ear, sonnets according to Mike, those words never leaving the space between you both.

You didn't want to rush him, and you didn't want to over escalate what you and he had. It was going to be breathtaking, you knew it, you just had to be patient with him and listen.

So you didn't, you didn't pick at him when he would grow real quiet during a conversation, or after looking at a particular object. You would reach down and take hold of his long fingers in yours, placing kisses on the calloused pads.

Mike would come back, it would be slow but his grin would appear once more. His bones would quiver underneath his skin, and he would show you those pearly canines.

You both took your time, and you both allowed each other to feel. Whether it was elation or whether it was a sinking feeling in the stomach, you let it flow. Whenever he begged to see you, you left the front door unlocked. Whenever you wished to see him, he would jump at the offer.

Chelsea and Vanessa would jeer, they had to. Seeing you and Mikey was such a surreal happening, seeing Mikey with a girl for longer than a day was completely unusual. They would whisper to you, about how often he looks at you, about how much time you spend with each other, about how obvious it is.

"He's just way less of an asshole."

They would show a knowing smile to you. You couldn't tell if it was toward a certain angle or for another, but, you saw that smile on your friends' lips. You and Mike were venturing into something interesting.

You got a phone call on the 24th. It woke you up out of your nap on the living room couch and it woke you slowly. The clock read 7:00 p.m. on the screen through your squinted eyes. Now, who would be calling at that hour?

"Hey! So...You wanna come with me to the drive-in tonight?"

Mike?

You were taken aback, didn't this boy know that it was Christmas Eve? Wouldn't everything be closed by now? Mike knew, and he didn't seem to really care about any of that. He clarified that the drive-in movie theater was in fact open tonight.

And as classic Mikey, he went with his goto begging, warning you that he was already pulled up at your apartment complex.

"Pleaaase, they're showing Christmas movies from 7:30 to 4:00 a.m., I thought it would be fun!"

You shook your head; an amused grin pulled at your lips. While wiping the sleep from your eyes, you could distinctly hear the pout in his voice through the phone. You gave in to him, how couldn't you?

Looking around your lonely home, with no decorations hung up and no plans being set, nothing else seemed better than that. You wouldn't decline him even if you had been invited to the best party around.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes, and I will be right out."

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There was no counting the amount of junk that Mike could keep in his car. Aluminum beer cans tinked and rattled with each turn, papers and articles of clothing were pushed under your feet, and you could have sworn that you saw a used condom from the last time you and Mike were in the back seat.

You shook your head to yourself as you watched Mike scramble about in his front seat, scooping up the pieces of trash and other items that littered the entirety of the space.

You bit at your lower lip hiding your giggles from the dark-haired boy. He made trips back and forth to a bin sitting outside the parked car, puffs of smoke billowing from his lips.

Even if he was naturally a gigantic slob, who honestly had the most cluttered car you’d ever seen, what he was doing...

He was trying his best, you could see the obvious effort that the boy was putting in—he was even clearing out the items that were stuck on the dashboard and under the seat.

Mike cursed, struggling with a stubborn shirt tucked far too deep in the leather seat.

He yanked it free and fell back, head slamming into the steering wheel. The boy groaned weakly, the pained sound coming from high in his throat.

This was when you busted out laughing, hand going to cover your mouth and snorting loudly. Mike grumbled, his lanky body sitting up and his hand going to rub at the back of his head. You were quite sure that everyone in the parking lot could hear you cackling.

“Haha, very funny. Now, c’mere! The movie is about to start!”

You really tried focusing on the film playing on the big screen. The last thing that you were able to remember was Kevin McCallister arguing with his older brother, Buzz. Nostalgia was beginning to well up in your heart, this movie was featured frequently when you were a young child.

Mikey even thought of bringing blankets to keep you both warm when you couldn’t run the car’s heater for long. Each one was thick and incredibly soft against your skin. He took the liberty of wrapping you both in the material, knowing how easily chilly he could get.

He also had...his own ideas for preventing you two from getting too cold.

“Mike, mmh, I’m trying to watch the movie!”

His hands were icy as they gripped your waist, his teasing fingers riding your shirt up and exposing more of your skin. He pulled you into his lap, plump lips pressing against the shell of your ear and trailing down your neck.

Mike situated you to rest on one of his thighs, facing your front more toward him. Your head was still glued to the large screen playing the film, you were not going to let him win. At least, not yet.

There was a red and white bag of popcorn resting close by your legs. You leaned down to reach into it, pulling out a small handful of the kernels and stuffing your mouth full.

You yelped when his hands found their way up your sweater, cupping your breasts into his hands. His lips chased your jaw and found their way to your mouth, though—you were still chewing on the food.

"Miiiike," You mumbled out. "My mouth is full of popcorn. Can't you wait?"

Mike was normally passionate, but never so desperate to not wait for you to finish eating. Tonight, he was unrelenting.

You gave in soon after swallowing, rolling your eyes shut and letting him push your lips together. He whined and placed his palm on one of your thighs, pulling you to straddle his waist.

It was easy, too easy to fall into that rhythm with him. The need and the sheer want behind his touch, he was surely providing it with the way his tongue nearly moved to the inside of your teeth.

What was always challenging, was pulling away from him.

“Mike, hey Baby, I’m happy that you’re eager tonight...but mmfh, fuck…”

His canines found their way to that spot at your jugular, long fingers kneading and massaging your ass in your winter leggings.

“What’s gotten into you? I thought you wanted to watch the movie?”

Cupping his jawline, your thumbs rubbed lightly over his sharp cheekbones. He was panting and gazing up at you with a peculiar look in his eye, one you couldn’t put your finger on.

Mike licked and bit at his lips, big blue eyes soon avoiding your concerned look. You felt his fingers start to play with the fabric of your sweater.

He sighed.

“Um yeah, I mean...shit...I uh, I missed you.”

Mikey peered out the windshield, passed your shoulder, and at the movie playing on the screen. His jaw was stiffening, your fingernail followed along with the muscle. You tilted your head to the side with a downy grin displaying on your face.

He never said this to you before.

“Did you really?”

He hummed, nodding his curly-head with his frown wavering on his face. You leaned down and pressed kisses to his nose, smoothing the tips of your fingers over his eyebrows.

“Mhm, I did. I know that like we just saw each other, but...I really needed to see you tonight.”

Mike’s slim arms snaked around your body and hugged you close to his chest. His eyes found their way back to your face.

“Well, ditto, I missed your silly ass too.”

"That's good because I got you something."

With him never breaking eye contact, Mike reached into his coat pocket to pull out a red bag. You inhaled in surprise, bouncing your attention from the bag sitting between you and his bashful face.

He resembles the night that you and he first hung out with each other. His demeanor visibly shifted to a far meeker character under your attention.

"Oh! Mike you didn't have to go do that!"

He shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, not helping the red tinge layering his cheeks. Mike's hand began to nervously rub at your back, moving in small circles.

"Go on, open it."

You immediately reached to tear open the bag taping, pulling out the white tissue paper. What you found made your bottom lip jut out in an endearing pout.

How thoughtful of him.

You found a small black sack, the item inside being a baby blue bonnet. You let your fingers run over the material and admired the fine stitching. From the looks of it, he went looking for a good quality made one.

Where did he know to buy this?

Your e/c orbs stayed on the cap in your hands, shaking your head slowly. "Mikey, this is very sweet of you. How did you know to get me this?"

You lifted your head to take a look at his face, only to see that he was already staring at you. Mike had a wide smile on his lips, he rubbed his lips together and exhaled a laugh.

"Uh, well y'know...Vanessa and Chelsea sort've...helped me out with it. I remember you wore one when you sleep but I was too afraid to ask you what it was."

One of his hands scratched the back of his neck, cocking his head to the side. There was a gush of delight building in your stomach.

You never really mentioned to him about needing a new bonnet before, perhaps in passing as you went through your hair supplies but never explicitly. If he really went and spoke with your girlfriends…

Ugh, this boy.

"It's a good thing that I got you something too."

It was now Mike's turn to look perplexed.

"Wha—me?"

You hushed him and located your purse from the driver’s seat. Nesting deep inside the bag, you set a rolled-up article of clothing with a gold-colored bow surrounding it.

You pulled the present out, anticipation illuminating your face. You took his hand in yours and placed the present in his palm. He lifted his brow down at the item and gingerly untied the bow.

Mike unraveled the dark fabric to reveal a freakishly gory print of his favorite horror movie. He shot out a quick laugh, and began to rapidly scan the shirt in his hands.

"Holy shit, no way, Y/n."

The cotton was as soft as can be, and the screen print had been of the highest quality. Each color was saturated tastefully and blended with one another, leaving behind a pretty visually appealing t-shirt. Well, save for the grotesque image of someone getting slaughtered by a killer.

Mike ran his fingers over the image, tracing the lines and the wording layering it.

"How'd you know that I would like this?"

You beamed down at him, mulling your answer over in your head. A faint memory developed in the back of your mind, of him turning on an old horror film while sitting in your living room.

When you think of it further, Mike always seemed to gravitate toward darker media such as that.

"I remembered you mentioned it one day a little while back."

He lifted his head to grin up at you, his eyes shimmering brightly in the low light of the big screen. The crimson in his cheeks was much more pigmented than minutes before, the tint bleeding to the tips of his ears.

It was a sight you would never get enough of.

Mike leaned up and pressed gentle kisses to your lips, mumbling praises and a thank you onto your mouth.

You placed the items on the dashboard and watched the moonlight reflect on the surface of them. The other smaller pieces of trash were gathered and put into that red bag Mike used for your gift.

“I am really happy that you like it...your gift you know? I wasn’t sure if you would be busy tonight, but I wanted to see you open it.” Mike spoke gently into your ear.

You turned and placed your arms around his shoulders, you narrowed your eyes down at him and a smirk played on your face.

“It’s alright, I really had no plans...This isn’t my favorite holiday anyway.”

Mike lifted his brows at hearing this. “Yeah? Same with me. It never really was my cup of tea. Everyone always kinda has..has family to spend it with. And I…”

The boy trailed off, his hand movements along your back slowed to a stop.

Mikey’s eyes dropped to look down at the space between you both, focusing on the stitching of your sweater. You could sense a veil being drawn over him, and blocking him from you presently.

A pinch was placed on your heart and resonated up toward your throat. The closer it got to the holiday, the most often these moments would occur. This was something that you noticed.

Desperately, you wanted to find what was taking him away mentally.

Maybe if you could pick at the pieces, just a tiny bit at a time you could find out. You had clues, certain tells in his speech, and some mannerisms were brought to the light. Yet, you didn’t hold the answer to what.

What was plaguing Mike’s soul?

Your reasoning scolded yourself, You shouldn’t

It couldn’t be pulled out like that, not as if it was some sort of secret to know or a problem to solve.

So you didn’t. You didn’t say anything to further the conversation or that previous topic. At this point, Mike was inaudible for close to a minute. You saw his dark brows pinch close together, that handsome face was despondent.

This wasn’t a bother. It wasn’t going to be one, not with your fingers sneaking to his hand, curling around the digits. You placed lips to his skin, tickling the pads. It was a bit delayed but—

Ah, there he was.

You saw him come back, right out of that shadow of his. With Mike finally cracking a radiant smile, warm enough to melt the snow outside, you felt a bit of relief. For now, he seemed okay.

“You alright, Puppy?”

Your voice was tender when you spoke, still working to guide him back. You nuzzled your nose against his, and he chuckled real low between you.

His thumb and index fingers grasped your chin and he guided you to peck his lips.

“Puppy? That’s actually cute...And, M’yeah sorry…uh. I kinda trailed off there. But, what I normally do is get shitfaced on a night like this, and watch a bunch of Christmas movies.”

He cleared his throat and nodded his head to the movie playing behind you.

“I watched this movie so much as a kid. I loved it. This was one that I would be watching tonight anyway…"

Mike paused, waiting for another moment before continuing his sentence.

“I wanna ask, are you sure that I’m not...bothering by asking you to hang tonight?”

You felt Mike stiffen under your body. His hands wrapped around your waist and tucked themselves under the blanket. He subconsciously returned to that puppy dog look, the same look that he had on his face just a few short seconds ago.

Mike had a way to pout those lips just right, those lips that he loved to bite at. With his eyes, you swear he had a way to make them appear the most pitiful when he was wanting something. The king of begging.

And he wonders why you call him that.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Mike, of course, I am sure. I’m having a lot of fun with you right now, and, there’s no place I’d rather be! Why? You don’t think that I like you?”

The boy was a bit dumbfounded, mouth opening and closing. He was unable to find the right words to reply. The only sounds that were released had been cut off stammers and a sigh.

You knew that you looked smug at this moment. It wasn’t hard for you to put him in that state and you felt rather prideful to place him into a puddle of astonishment. Whatever Mike was subject to, he certainly was not used to the treatment that you gave him.

It grew enjoyable for you, actually. After each liaison, giving Mike whatever you could whether sinful or innocent, you were hungry to do more. He would always reward you with the most colorful reaction.

Currently, it was looking like the former was tipping the scale.

You rearranged your legs on the seat below you, positioned your hips, and ground them languidly against his groin. Mike’s breath was hitched and he flexed his thighs under his jeans.

He slid his hands down to that favorite spot on your waist, eyes flickering to a low flame at the instant of anticipation. Your palms rubbed at his chest and up to the collar of his shirt. You muddled his brain further when you slanted your lips against his, taking his moans into your lungs.

The switch had been flipped.

“Since you don’t seem to really understand, do you want me to show you how much I like you?” You whispered against his mouth.

He nodded vigorously but failed to explicitly confirm with his words. You had to fight yourself from giggling. At this point, Mikey knew better.

You stilled your gyrating and nipped at the soft flesh of his earlobe, taking your fingers on one hand and wrapping them around his throat. You applied a ghost of pressure at the sides and pulled out a gasp from his lips.

“Hmm, say it Puppy, or I guess you will never know.”

“Yes please, please show me. I-I want you to show me.”

You hummed and pressed kisses along his jaw, fingers sliding down to his belt. It was tugged loose, clinking metal on metal, and pushed aside. You worked your way under the denim and pressed your palm to the stiffening skin there.

Still keeping your mouth on his skin, you sang those praises to your boy.

"I know you need to be shown. You like it better when I do…"

You tilted his head back, gripping his neck firmly before slowly licking at his pulse point, forcing out more bumbling words from him.

"Don't you? My words only do so much Mikey. But I know it helps you."

Your fingers rubbed and rubbed along his rigid cock, squeezing out more precum from the tip. You felt the wet spot accumulate and soak his boxer briefs.

He was radiating pure heat and warming your cold fingers.

Upon licking your lips and leaning your forehead against his cheek, you forced a wail out of his pretty mouth.

You wrapped your fingers around his feverish length and held it in your hand, thumbing and stroking him. Before you continued further, you drew your hand away, leaned back, and dribbled spit on the head, coating a large majority of his cock.

Mikey watched it all with fluttering eyes, stifling his whines at the warm ooze of your saliva. You cooed at him with your lips playing at his, eyes watching the space between you two.

"Let it out Mikey, let me hear you. Yes—yes buck those hips Baby I know that feels good."

You released his throat and slid your legs from around him. Leaning against his side, you tightened your hold on him and continued jerking his leaking cock.

Mike was now eagerly fucking your hand and fisting at the blankets on his side. You licked your lips at the sheer swell of him, it's glisten in the low light was savory—tantalizing to you, its weight pushing and massaging against your palm.

"Mmf-fuck, it feels so good, please let me come. Can I come?"

You tutted down at him, grinning wolfishly at his flushed face. You shook your head and let go of his length. A round of cries followed from Mike and you couldn't help your mirth in your chest.

"No Baby, I'm gonna give you something else...You want my mouth? Hmm?"

You licked your way into his waiting mouth, a spit-soaked thumb coming up and pulling his bottom lip down, pressing into the plump flesh.

Mike grit his teeth and growled pitifully, his warm breath being breathed in by you.

"How about I show you with my mouth, I'll let you use my mouth, Puppy."

Mike's lust-blown blues peered up at you, searching your face and looking at your lips.

"Yes, please, I want it so bad. Please Y/n." He spoke out raggedly.

You let go of your hold on his face, sliding down his body and settling into the passenger foot-well space. You sat into a crouching position and moved his jeans and boxers further down his hairy thighs.

You peered up at the panting boy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes stared down at your devilish face, widening his legs to allow you more room. This would be the first time that you go down on him, and you planned, oh you planned…

You were going to suck the soul out of this boy.

His teeth gnawed at his bottom lip when you took hold of his dick. You felt him flex his erection in your hands, pressing the length into your grasp and jut his hips out to get closer.

You broke eye contact to gaze down at the throbbing head. He was cut, the skin of him blushing at the top, and still pumping out more of that clear liquid. You ran a finger along a prominent vein popping out, tracing the blood flow up.

As you began to stroke him, running your fingers along the skin of his balls, you leaned down and applied tiny licks to his skin. You started from the crease where his cock and his balls met and lapped up to the slit on his head.

Mike threw his head back against the headrest, letting out a throaty groan. His fingers crept down to your shoulders, grunting at your lips and your tongue playing with his cock.

He rasped, attempting to choke out a sentence. "B-babe...mmfh—fuck, can I put my fingers in your hair? Please?"

You took your spit slicked hand and began twisting, pulling your mouth from his cock, and stroking up to the tip.

"Go ahead Baby, but, I want you to do something for me...You gotta listen okay?"

Mike moaned, eyes falling to yours one last time before fluttering shut. Your mouth went down to lick at his balls, gingerly sucking the skin into your mouth.

A lewd slick sound erupted from your mouth and hand and for a moment there you were lost in that music. As much as you would love to give it all to him, you couldn’t spoil him just yet.

You pulled away, squeezing your hand in a pulse on his dick, your other pinched the skin of his sack, causing Mike to shoot his eyes wide open.

"Ah!—Wha-what is it?"

"Look me in my eyes...I need you to keep your attention on the movie while I suck you off, okay?. Don't take your eyes off that screen."

Mike shuddered as he met your heavy eye contact, the shaky movement going down his thighs and pricking the hairs there.

You carried on with your movement, taking one hand to lay on his lower stomach and pressing down.

"If I see you not looking at the screen, I'm going to edge you until you're on the very verge of cumming. I'll bring you there, Puppy, until you're sweating and begging me. I'll keep going and going and I will stop."

Mike furrowed his dark brows down at you, fingers trembling in your curls. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He looked so pretty, face in a flush and his curls hanging low over his eyes. His kiss-bitten lips were tinged the darkest shade of red, close to the color of the tip of his cock.

"Do you understand?"

He huffed out a laugh, his voice cracking and bouncing off of the fogging windows.

"Yes Babe, yes."

He pushed back your hair from your face, and you settled into a more comfortable position between his thighs. Your tongue wet your lips, taking one last glance at his cock.

Your eyes bored into Mikey’s dazed pools, making sure to keep his word. He whimpered and lifted his head up to the bright screen of the theater, fingers curling into your locks.

You pumped him a few times, mentally capturing the image in front of you before sliding him well past your lips and sucking—no slurping at his weeping cock. You quickly got to work using your hand and your tongue bobbing and pulling needy moans straight from his throat.

After that night, Mike never forgot just how much you like him. Following that night at the drive-in, Christmas was that much closer to being his favorite holiday.

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Under The Christmas Tree (Branjie) - houseofhytes, hy-jinkx

A/N: We both had a ton of fun working on this, and wanted to write something super fluffy for the holiday season, so why not a domestic lil kid fic?

You can also read on AO3!

When the end credits finally started rolling, Brooke couldn’t hold back her smile at the sight of her little family sprawled out on the couch. It was, in more ways than one, the perfect picture of domestic bliss, and she still couldn’t believe that she of all people had been blessed with something so very precious.

Luca was cuddled up to his mama, his eyes just as teary as Vanessa’s after watching the festive display on television, the Christmas lights and cheerful songs more than enough to make those two emotional babies soft. It wasn’t the first time for them to cry over something small, the both of them always so sensitive, but it always warmed Brooke’s heart. Luca had clearly inherited Vanessa’s love for everything cuddly and sweet, while his personality itself had Brooke Lynn written all over it, impossibly calm and gentle, yet determined and headstrong when it came down to it.

Leo had ended up right in between Brooke and Vanessa at some point. When the movie had started, his overly energetic self had been way too excited to keep back any of the comments rolling off his tongue, the animated energy just radiating off him as he talked all of their heads off. In the end however, his eyes had quickly started to close as he rested his head on Brooke’s side, the music and the sound of the television in the background quickly making him nod off to sleep before the movie ended.

Little Rosalie wasn’t in a much better state, resting on Brooke’s lap with a fluffy blanket draped over the two of them, absentmindedly sucking on her thumb as she tried to keep her head from falling. Her long eyelashes fluttered as the small girl struggled to keep her eyes open, desperately trying to fight the need for sleep so that she could stay awake on Christmas Eve. Normally Brooke or Vanessa would have pulled the thumb out of her mouth, in fear of it becoming a habit and ruining her teeth in the long run. Today, however, the look of the four year old fighting back sleep was just simply too adorable to say something about it, instead letting her indulge for the night as she nuzzled her head against Brooke’s chest.

“Okay babies, time to brush our teeth and go to bed.” Brooke gently attempted to shake Leo awake, laughing as the boy groaned and tried to bury his face deeper into her side, clearly not in the mood to leave his comfy spot between his mommies. Brooke and Vanessa both almost felt bad that they couldn’t carry him to bed anymore, the boys having grown so much over the past few months that it had gotten a lot harder for either of the women to move them into the bedroom without waking them up in the process.

“Don’t wanna go to bed,” he mumbled sleepily as Vanessa teasingly ruffled his hair, leaning over him as she kissed his forehead.

“Oh? So you don’t want Santa to come no more, is that it? Should I just let your mommy call and tell him that the three of you don’t want no presents this year? How rude!” Vanessa joked, tickling his sides as the boy threw his head back laughing, trying to squirm away from his mother’s iron grip as he protested.

“Can we sleep in your bed tonight, mommy?” Luca muttered, his big brown eyes staring at Brooke, reminding her so much of Vanessa’s that it made her heart swell, making it impossible to not give into his request. She had never been good at saying no to any of her wife’s requests, and the same went for their children, especially when they looked so very adorable in their spiderman pyjamas.

“Just this once Peanut, but we do need to head to bed now, ‘kay? Because Santa won’t come if he knows you’re still awake.” Both boys dutifully nodded, taking their blankets with them as they headed over to brush their teeth, leaving their mothers and little sister on the couch.

“You too, little Miss Rosie Posie” Vanessa cooed, stroking the soft cheek of the small girl who was still sitting on her mother’s lap, comfortably warm with the blanket covering her as she her worn-out teddy bear close to her face. Her eyes nearly closed as she buried herself deeper into Brooke’s arms.

“…I’m tired…”

The sight of those big blue eyes fighting to stay open was way too endearing.

“You want one of us to carry you, darling?” Brooke asked, nearly having to hold back a yawn herself as she spoke the words, the domestic scene making her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside as she felt herself fully relax.

“Want mama to carry me…” she mumbled, reaching her little arms out to Vanessa who lifted her out of Brooke’s arms with ease. Every inch of their little girl reminded her of Brooke, making her heart burst whenever she looked at her.

“You so sweet baby, so damn sweet-” She whispered into the crown of her head, even though she could tell their daughter was already fast asleep by the deep breaths she took against the crook of her neck.

When the two women walked into their bedroom, their hearts swelled at the sight of their two boys cuddled up under the sheets. The large bed made them look impossibly small as they buried their noses into the small blankets Brooke’s mom had bought for them when they were infants. They were clearly close to drifting off, fighting to stay awake just so that they could say goodnight.

Brooke curled up next to them, allowing the boys to snuggle up to her as Vanessa carefully put Rosalie down on the other side of the bed, trying not to wake her in the process. It proved to be difficult, since their little monkey had fully clung onto her, her small hand tangled in Vanessa’s hair as her little feet locked her in at the waist. But in the end, she was able to safely place their youngest into the bed, her soft breathing indicating that she hadn’t noticed any of her mama’s struggle.

“Mama, how will Santa come into our house, does he have a key?” Leo muttered sleepily, his mind still fixed on the mystery man who would hopefully bring him everything he had written down on his list a few weeks ago. The boys hadn’t been able to stop talking about Santa that day, evidently excited by the magic of it all. They were at the perfect age where they still believed so wholeheartedly, and Brooke and Vanessa couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“Through the chimney, lil’man” Vanessa softly smiled at her son, revelling in the innocence of their children. She herself had always loved the magic of the holiday season when she was a kid, believing in Santa until she was in her early teens, just because she loved the tradition so much.

She never wanted them to lose that feeling.

Luca’s little brows furrowed, looking at Vanessa in confusion. “But mama, we don’t have a chimney?”

Brooke had to hold back laughter at the sudden look of panic on the twin’s small faces at the idea of not getting any presents. Vanessa’s face matching their look of shock as she realised what she had just said.

Oh lord.

“Your mama is just being silly peanuts, Santa’s belly is way too big to come down through a chimney anyway, he just knocks on the door until we open it”

Both boys breathed a sigh of relief, clearly reassured by Brooke’s simple explanation, or just way too tired to further interrogate them. Vanessa nervously laughed, mouthing a silent thank you towards Brooke who had to hold in her laughter at the ridiculous scene.

Vanessa leaned over to place a kiss on the childrens’ foreheads, stroking the locks of hair out of their eyes before whispering a muted goodnight. Brooke did the same thing, before moving over to their daughter and pressing a kiss into her soft hair, tucking them all in before turning off the lights. They then tried to leave without making any noise, even though it wasn’t necessary.

Their three angels were already dreaming of a snowy christmas and a pile of presents before they even managed to close the door behind them.

“They’re getting so big now,” Brooke whispered after closing the door, settling down on the carpet in front of their brightly lit Christmas tree. It took a second for Vanessa to join her on the floor, her arms filled with a bunch of wrapping paper and craft supplies that she promptly dropped on the floor. The items sprawled out on the rug as the both of them started their last minute preparations.

As a small family tradition, they always left a few presents that still needed to be wrapped until Christmas eve, so that they could spend some much needed alone time together to make the final adjustments. A moment that was usually filled with tons of excitement over what the next day would bring.

“Tell me ‘bout it, Rosalie will probably be taller than me by the time she’s six!” She muttered, almost sounding resentful even though Brooke knew she was most definitely teasing. She had to admit that Vanessa was probably at least partially right though. If Rosalie was anything like Brooke at that age, that would definitely be the case.

“Do you still remember when we found out we were having the twins? I think I still haven’t recovered from that shock…” Brooke couldn’t help but reminiscent a little bit, always feeling a bit nostalgic whenever the holiday season started approaching.

Vanessa just laughed as she started wrapping some of the smaller gifts that were meant to go in the bright red and green christmas stockings that were hanging next to the christmas tree.

“Baby, you don’t need to remind me. It was all worth it in the end, but best believe that pregnancy was somethin’ out of a horror movie!”

Back in the day, it had never occurred to them that getting pregnant might become an issue. They hadn’t even considered that struggling to conceive was something that could possibly happen to them. The both of them so hopelessly optimistic, yet still slightly naive at the same time. Their longing for a child had seemed all-consuming at the time, a missing piece in their lives that the couple desperately wanted to fill.

Vanessa could see it in Brooke whenever she interacted with one of their many nieces and nephews, the sudden extra layer of softness and care so apparent in all of her actions as she played with them. Brooke, on the other hand, first noticed the growing need in Vanessa whenever they passed by the local playground in the park close to their apartment, the brunette’s eyes filling with tenderness at the sight of happy toddlers playing and going down the slide. It was clear from day one that they wanted to be parents.

So when Vanessa finally started fertility treatment, they had been over the moon, thoroughly convinced that it would be a walk in the park for them. It just had to be. It was written in the stars.

When the first pregnancy test had come back negative, they hadn’t been phased by it in the slightest, it was just a slight setback in their otherwise foolproof plan. But it wasn’t just that first test that came back negative. The words not pregnant popped up on the second test as well. And the third, the fourth and the fifth tests too. None of them told the couple what they so badly wanted to hear, resulting in a lot of tears shed. Vanessa’s sobs were filled with guilt and despair, angry tears that threatened to consume her, her soul filled with an unbelievable amount of sadness. Brooke’s tears were full of hopelessness and frustration, because she hated the feeling of not being in control, hated not being able to help her wife.

But just when they were about to give up, they got their first positive on the sixth test.

“You did amazing though, I wouldn’t have been able to do it.” Brooke smiled tenderly at Vanessa, who had started wrapping the huge purple dollhouse they had bought for Rosalie a few weeks ago, the gift so big that it barely fit into the light blue wrapping paper.

“I really wouldn’t have changed it for anything.” Brooke knew Vanessa was speaking the truth, but she still couldn’t help but admire her.

The pregnancy had been rough to say the least. The first few months were filled with various aches and pains, almost daily morning sickness that never seemed to end, and the wildest, most disgusting cravings a human being could ever imagine. Brooke had been right there by Vanessa’s side through it all. Holding her hair whenever she was hunched over the toilet, taking over the cooking and cleaning duties just so that she could rest a little bit longer, giving her elaborate back rubs whenever she complained about the growing pressure in her back.

And then, just when they thought they finally had it all under control, the doctor gleefully informed them that they better prepare, because they weren’t just expecting one baby. No, they were expecting two.

And Vanessa had never seen the blood drain from Brooke’s face as fast as it had that day.

Now they could both laugh about it, but back then, they felt like scared fools because they had no idea what they were doing.

The rest of the pregnancy had been filled with some of the best and some of the worst moments of their lives. Decorating the baby room, picking out coordinating onesies, discussioning baby names for hours on end.

Those were the moments that made it count, made it all worth it in the long run.

Yet all of the sleepless nights, worry-inducing doctors visits, and emotional meltdowns weighed heavily on them. It was one of the most stressful experiences they had ever gone through.

But no matter how hard it had been, they couldn’t help but look back on that time with fondness.

Because it made them stronger, and gave them two of the greatest gifts they had ever received.

“I do envy you though, I only had to look at your fine ass and just a quick second later you were knocked up.“

“Excuse me?” Brooke snorted, desperately wanting to look offended even though she couldn’t help but crack up at the sight of the cocky look on Vanessa’s face.

“Don’t try tellin’ me it ain’t true, Mary. I was there”

Okay sure, maybe Vanessa was kinda right. After the hellish pregnancy with the twins, Vanessa really hadn’t been open to carrying another child. Even though her heart desperately wanted another baby, she wasn’t sure whether her body was capable of going through it all again.

Luckily, the obvious solution had been right in front of their noses the whole time.

So even though Brooke was beyond freightened, she still threw all of her fears out of the window, because she knew that as long as she had Vanessa by her side, everything would be fine.

And to their surprise, almost exactly nine months after making that critical decision, little Rosalie was born.

“Okay, maybe you’re kinda right,” Brooke laughed.

Compared to Vanessa’s pregnancy, Brooke’s had been a breeze. No cravings, no morning sickness…nothing. She didn’t even start showing until she was around four months. Vanessa had wanted to hover over her like a mother hen, trying to get her to sit down and take a break every couple of seconds. She could still vividly recall her wife scolding her, telling her that she was insane for working until two weeks before her due date. But Brooke had just shrugged her off, telling her that she and their baby girl were totally fine.

And she had been completely right, like usual.

Vanessa just shrugged, a smug smile on her face as she concentrated on the gifts in front of her, the next statement coming out way more casual than it should have.

“Well, on the plus side, at least now we know who’s gonna carry the next one”

Brooke nearly spat out her hot chocolate after hearing that comment.

“Next one? You want another one?!” She couldn’t tell whether her wife was messing with her, or being deadly serious. With Vanessa, one could never be fully sure, and that tended to scare the living daylights out of Brooke more often than not.

“Have you looked at our kids? They’re stinkin’ adorable! I want at least a full basketball team of ‘em ” Vanessa stated matter-of-factly, like she just knew it was going to happen no matter what.

“You’re crazy…” Brooke muttered out of disbelief, laughing at the determined look in Vanessa’s eyes as she shook her head, trying to hide the fact that in some ways, the idea did seem terribly tempting.

“You can say I’m crazy now, but lemme tell you, I just know. Don’t doubt my sixth-sense Miss Hytes-Mateo. Just you wait!” Vanessa winked at her, evidently teasing, even though there was definitely truth to those words.

And honestly, Brooke was whipped either way, so she didn’t doubt that Vanessa’s crazy dream could become a reality one day.

Brooke and Vanessa continued reminiscing as they wrapped presents for their children, time flying past once they hit a groove. They laughed about the crazy things their kids had done throughout the years and teared up over how quickly they were growing up. The entire time, they did their best to keep their voices down, not wanting to accidentally wake one of the kids up.

By the time they had finished wrapping presents and stacking them neatly beneath the tree, it was just after one in the morning. While Vanessa cleaned up the scraps of wrapping paper in the living room, Brooke took their mugs into the kitchen.

As she washed the two hot chocolate mugs, Brooke found herself humming excitedly. She couldn’t wait to see the way their kids’ eyes would light up the next morning, enamored by the magic of the holiday. It was a sight Brooke would never tire of, especially when Vanessa often looked just as excited as the kids.

Brooke wasn’t quite sure how she ended up quite so lucky. Finding the love of her life, getting to have a family with her - it was all she had ever wanted and so much more. Vanessa was kind, charismatic, and loved her more than anyone else ever had. It made her emotional just to think about.

She did her best to fight back a couple stray tears of joy while she dried the mugs off. As she was setting them on the rack beside the sink to dry, Brooke felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, accompanied by a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder. Brooke turned around in Vanessa’s arms, only to watch her wife’s face change from one of joy to one of concern.

“Baby, why do your eyes look all puffy?” She asked softly, one hand cupping Brooke’s cheek. “Have you been crying?”

“I’m fine,” Brooke promised, though by the look her wife gave her, she could tell Vanessa didn’t exactly believe her. “Just got emotional thinking about how lucky I am to have you and the kids.”

“Aw, baby,” Vanessa cooed, then kissed Brooke on the cheek. “We both got lucky, m'kay?”

Brooke nodded her head gently, a soft smile spreading across her face as Vanessa’s arms tightened around her, pulling her in for a hug.

No matter what happened, no matter what they went through, she had always felt at home in Vanessa’s arms. Vanessa made her feel loved in a way no one else ever had, something she was incredibly grateful for as the pair stood there hugging each other tightly.

Vanessa began to rock side to side subtly as she hugged Brooke, humming softly to soothe her wife. But soon enough, Vanessa’s rocking turned into swaying, and Brooke found herself swaying with her wife. She let her chin gently rest on top of Vanessa’s head as her eyes fluttered shut.

Moments like these were the reason why she had fallen in love with Vanessa in the first place.

Brooke drew back just a little, enough to grab one of Vanessa’s hands and spin her around. Her heart felt like it was soaring when she heard Vanessa let out a soft laugh as she spun around once, then twice. Vanessa’s hands came to rest on Brooke’s shoulders once she stopped spinning, standing on her tiptoes to press a brief, soft kiss against Brooke’s lips.

“I love you,” Vanessa murmured softly, flashing a smile up at her wife.

“I love you too,” Brooke whispered back, then placed a gentle kiss on Vanessa’s forehead. “C'mon, let’s go to bed now.”

Hand in hand, the couple made their way back to their bedroom, taking special care to avoid stepping on creaky floorboards or making any other noises that could wake up their children. The moment they stepped into their bedroom, they could see the little ones curled up together on one side of the bed. Rosalie was lying half on top of Luca, who was snoring lightly. Leo, on the other hand, seemed to only be half asleep, stirring as Brooke and Vanessa carefully climbed into bed.

“Mommy?” Leo mumbled sleepily, heavy eyes barely opening enough to squint at his moms.

“Shhh, go back to sleep sweetheart,” Brooke whispered, putting a single finger to her lips in an attempt to keep him quiet. Leo nodded his head in response, but rather than closing his eyes and dozing off once more, the little boy crawled over to cuddle up with Brooke, laying his head on her arm.

Brooke smiled softly, draping her free arm their little boy as she pulled the blanket over them. Vanessa mirrored Brooke’s movements, arms wrapping around her wife’s waist as she tucked her head into Brooke’s shoulder.

Leo was fast asleep within a matter of minutes, but it took the two women a bit longer to drift off. Just before falling asleep, Vanessa lifted her head up slightly, her eyes searching Brooke’s face to make sure she was still awake.

“B?” She whispered as quietly as possible, not wanting any of the kids to wake up again.

“Mmm?” Brooke hummed in response, too tired to even open her eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Brookie.”

“Merry Christmas, Nessa.”

As they finally drifted off to sleep that night, they both knew what the next morning would entail. Excited squeals from the kids, their cats darting out of the room as the little ones and the family dog ran straight to the living room. They would all sit on the floor in a circle by the tree, passing presents around and eagerly watching each other open them as Brooke and Vanessa took dozens of pictures. It was something they experienced every year, but never grew tired of, didn’t think they would ever grow tired of, no matter how old the kids got. Because that was what made Christmas feel like Christmas to them.

It wasn’t about the lights or the tree, nor was it about matching pajamas and baking cookies. It was about spending time together as a family, and the light their children brought into their lives. After all, being able to start a family had changed their lives for the better.

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