#((You can earnestly tell this is my first time doing this in a LONG time of lemon writing but I gave it my best shot while running on six

[ardate]

Every Boromir hater makes my enormous love for him grow stronger. Sorry you couldn't understand him, I get him tho and we're holding hands and the whole of Gondor is laughing at you

[viviskull]

@sunflcwr​​ : x 

“Uhnnnn.. nhhh… no…” Ekira’s eyes fixate dazedly on the ceiling, greedy gulps of air making up for the incoherent spew of words that struggle to come out from their mouth. It was an incredible, exhilarating and absolutely painful experience, and Ekira feels their leg twitch, trying their hardest to regain the sense of feeling from the pins and needles from the rough, yet pleasuring session.

Exhausted panting soon follows suit, wincing at each slow movement of their body, though make no actual attempt to stop themselves from sliding off the bed. The back of their head hits the floor, leaving Ekira spread eagle with legs dangling on the side of the bed. “It— wasn’t all that bad.” they finally croak, squeezing their eyes shut to dissipate the budding tears in their eyes. “I jus’… need… a minute.” A pause. “…more’n a minute.”

Vivi’s skin still sizzles with the ever echoing feverish warmth of her flickering desires.  The lingering ghosts of their once embracing furs felt almost missing against her aching hips, feeling practically spent with an involuntary, dying whimper upon having to pull out.  With unused muscles having almost gone neglected until what ultimately felt like hours prior, the damn throbbing scaly member she had once formed for the substitution of a strap had dissolved just as quickly as the uncomfortable cool chills of her room dragged her back down from her mighty high.  Already left damp and sticky from her partner’s mess, she felt all the more uncomfortable when her Godly senses finally decided to catch up with her in that instant.

Her magical presence, her spiritual body that always seemed to feel amiss beneath her own skin, instinctively spread out all about her cluttered room; filling her already groggy senses with an overstimulated edge.  With her mind not entirely circling on Ekira anymore like a blanket, with how she once before took in every little whine, finger curl, and squirm of their hips with cherished delight, every little mess she hadn’t had the time to clean all came rushing to her like a wave.  Piles upon piles of books that littered the floor from her forgetting to shove back onto her empty shelves, jackets were left upon the back of her desk chair were left abandoned, countless plants that practically overtook the metal chairs she once set out to put away months ago, and so much more messes she hadn’t had the time to look after with so much left to do in her wake.  There was chaos where she’d wake, and there chaos where it rested and tolled where she’d sleep.  The warm blankets and comforters that already clung to her frame, the ones that once hid them both away as a sense of her own comfort suddenly felt too much; and she would’ve kicked them away if it weren’t for the soft thud of her companion falling from the bed with a feeble wince slapping her back to attention.

Her heart thunders in her chest, a quick surge of her evening adrenaline still burning through her fried up nerves.  Ignoring the collections of sweat that now burned against her exposed skin as it allowed her long and tangled sparkling blue hair to stick to the backs of her neck and back with a strained warmth, she grits her teeth with muffled hiss as she stirs her numbing limbs to move in unison once again.  Her arms practically scream with more trembling aches and pains.  Normally she often had some help to make up for the lack of her spent strength, but for tonight all she had was her spirit to fill in her exhausted tanks and empty stomach.  Lewis wasn’t joining them, and Arthur was gone on a trip to spend some time with his Uncle and family.  Mystery was out hunting (so much for calling for backup), and all she had.. was Ekira’s companionship from keeping her insane.

Goodness, for what she wouldn’t give for Lewis’s kisses and snacks to ease off her lack of energy.  Too bad she already threw her scarf downstairs, because she sure needed an extra pair of hands.

What a real pity it was, indeed.

Ignoring the feeble whines of her bed frame as she leans off the bed to fish the other back up from the messy carpet floor, Vivi has to pat the floor for a second to search for the poor Goatling until her cold palm accidentally smacks against Ekira’s chest.  Oops, there they are!  “Aww, just don’t pass out on me!”  Two cold hands are already making themselves comfortable underneath her companion’s fuzzy arms.  If Ekira wasn't so dazed, they could probably chase the slight lacy tone of the dame’s uncertain panic.  “Just–,” whoop, with a pull, another pull, and unlikely enjoyable tug, Vivi finally managed to haul the other back into bed, and into the warmth of her scarred bosom–, “don’t tell me ya seeing stars..”

“How many fingers am I holding up, mate?”  Its two, but when drawn out in this stunning moonlight.. It’s still kinda hard to tell.  “Do I need to get ya something to drink first??  Something to eat???”

[entitled-fangirl]

Stubborn man.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: Cregan returns from a hunt, eager to see his wife. But he's hiding something from her.

Warnings: blood, making out, pain, talks about sex, I think that's it?

A/n: Based on an ask!!! Also... I need more Tom Taylor gifs RIGHT NOW or I'll cry. So fancast Cregan might make a comeback in the gifs

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She felt herself flinch when strong hands gripped her waist from behind and a kiss was placed on the back of her neck. 

"Did you miss me, my heart?" A deep voice whispered in her ear.

She relaxed at the sound, her body instinctively giving in to the hands that held her, "Quite terribly."

He grinned and playfully nipped at her ear, "Good, because I have as well."

She spun in his hold, now facing him. She ran her hands over his clothed chest and fiddled with his cloak, "The hunt was successful, I assume?"

"Three elks and a boar," he said with a hint of pride, "Should last Winterfell a while enough."

"You're very brave, my lord," she smiled with a teasing tone. "Facing a boar is quite a formidable task."

"Aye," he agrees. "But so is facing the Warden of the North, wouldn't you agree?"

"You're right," She said as he tugged on his cloak to pull his face closer to hers. "The boar didn't stand a chance."

A confident aura overcame the lord and he leaned further down and connected their lips.

She let out a soft groan, savoring the feeling of him after such a long absence.

His arms moved up and around her back to pull her to him.

Her chest collided with his and only then did Cregan falter.

She pulled away, disconnecting their lips as she gave him a small frown. "Cregan?"

His breath had quickened and his face paled, but he was eagerly changing the subject, "I've only missed you is all." He leaned in again.

As his lips brushed hers, she pulled away again as her worry doubled, "Stop. Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Something is clearly bothering you," she pointed out. "Tell me."

His hands wandered up to her biceps, gripping her earnestly, as if trying to convince her, "I am just fine. I only wish to spend time with my wife. Is that a crime?"

"You and I both know it's not, but there's something you're not telling me."

They stared at one another, seeing who would break first. Finally, he did with a sigh. "It is nothing, I assure you."

"You're sure?" She asked in worry.

"I am." 

She stared at him for a while before nodding, deciding to believe him. "Very well. I dare say I would enjoy some time with my lord husband as well."

He grinned, "I can arrange that." 

She leaned forward and met his lips, hands beginning to wander. 

He led her backwards to the bed, careful to not lead her astray. She blindly let him, too caught him in his touch to care where he took her.

She fell onto the bed and Cregan leaned down and began to kiss down her clothed stomach.

"Will you let me indulge in what I've missed?" He asked softly.

She let out a breath at his admission. 

Watching her reaction closely, he pulled the skirt of her dress up.

As his fingers grazed her bare thigh, she moaned out, "I don't think I can wait. I need you."

He chuckled, "So eager for me."

She sat up to entice him to loom over her, but she noticed that the color still hadn't returned to his cheeks. "Are you cold?"

He frowned, clearly confused at the question, "What? No."

"You're pale. Cregan, please." She reached under his cloak to his chest. 

He reached out to grip her wrists, but it was too late.

Her hands pulled back with red staining her palms. Her eyes widened in horror. "W…What-"

"-Look at me." He grabbed her face with both hands. "I am fine."

"You're hardly-"

His eyes showed the purely determined tone to his voice, "I am fine."

Her breath began to become shorter and her voice softened, "You… you've seen the maester?"

"I don't need the maester. I just need you," he said as he leaned in again.

She turned her head as she denied his wishes. "You're injured."

He sighed and pulled away from her. "It… it is just a scratch."

She stared down at her hands that now had his blood on them. Her fingers were shaky, and her voice was soft, "…you're injured."

He panicked when she began to only repeat her worry. "Dear wife-"

She stood and smoothed her dress out in a rush, "I'll get the maester."

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. His face twisted in a wince when the movement caused pain to shoot through his body.

She paused. "Cregan."

He forced himself to overcome the pain. Determination ran through his eyes as he looked up at her. "I. Am Fine."

She looked at his hand on her wrist, then back to him. "Even wolves show weakness on occasion."

It was clear that he took her words to heart because his eyes softened and his grip on her loosened. 

She slowly pulled her hand away and moved to the cabinet, pulling out bandages and cloths

Cregan watched in silence.

She set them onto the bed softly before leaving the room. She returned with a small basin of water. "Undress."

His head tilted. "Alright."

He pulled his cloak off, and only then did she notice how badly he was injured. 

His tunic was soaked in blood across his chest. 

It felt as if she had been dunked in cold water. Panic settled into her gut.

Cregan reached down to the bottom of the tunic, beginning to slowly peel it away from the injury. It clearly hurt him. His jaw was clenched to the point she worried for his teeth.

"Let me," she offered, pulling it the rest of the way off of him and throwing it to the side. 

A long cut ran down his chest, blood staining his skin. Cregan didn't bother to look at it. He kept his eyes on her and her alone.

She forced him to sit on the bed and sat down as well, reaching down to the cut. Her fingers grazed it lightly, earning a hiss from him. "Sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head as he studied her face, "'s fine."

"Get comfortable, my love," she finally forced.

He grunted in acknowledgement and pushed himself against the headboard.

She stood and grabbed the basin, setting it on the nightstand. The woman got up on the bed, throwing her leg over him to straddle him. 

If he wasn't in such pain, the night would've went much differently.

She leaned over and wet a cloth, beginning to gently run it over the cut to clean it. 

Cregan rested his head back against the headboard. His gaze stayed on her face.

"I don't understand why you didn't say something sooner," she whispered as she focused on healing her husband.

His eyes moved down to her lips, "I've had worse."

"How did it happen?" She pressed down unintentionally, and he hissed again. She muttered an apology.

"The boar," was all he said. He tried to read her expression, but it was hard when she wasn't looking at him. One of his hands moved to her waist.

"Did you face it yourself?" She asked incredulously.

"It caught us off guard is all."

She hummed as she grabbed a new cloth and continued to clean him with gentle hands.

His thumb rubbed across her waist comfortingly. "You're angry."

"Not angry," she sighed. "Only worried." Once the cut was clean, she began to slowly rub the cloth across his shoulders and up his neck, cleaning the dirt from the rest of him. 

The feeling made him close his eyes, "I do hope you'll forgive me then."

She shook her head, "You haven't asked for it yet."

He reached up with his free hand and stopped her motions. "Forgive me." His eyes studied her intensely, his voice serious.

She finally let out a sigh and a hint of a smile came to her. "You're a foolish man."

"I am," he admitted.

She took the cloth with one hand and held his chin with the other, cleaning the dirt off of his face. Their proximity brought a soft blush to her cheeks. "I don't know what I would do without you."

His eyes moved to her lips again and he began to slowly lean in. "You don't have to."

"Promise me something," she whispered.

He nodded, "Anything."

"You'll not put your health aside to appear strong to me."

"I am the Warden of the North-"

She leaned away and held his chin in a tight grip. "Not here. You're my husband, Cregan."

A little grin came across his lips. "I promise."

She leaned forward and connected their lips. 

His hands found her waist, holding her in a vice grip as he pulled her as close as possible. She was careful to avoid the cut on his chest as her hands wandered over him. 

He pulled away and began to trail kisses down her neck, "I'm a blessed man."

She let out a content hum. "Are you? You have a gash in your chest. I hardly see-"

"-I have you." His teeth nipped at a sensitive spot, soothing it with his tongue. 

Her eyes began to close in bliss as she gave in to his touch. She caught herself, and forced her eyes open. "I haven't finished bandaging you."

He continued his movements, "You'll have time later."

"If you want anything from me, you must let me finish, you stubborn man."

He pulled away at that to look up and her. "Fierce girl."

She grinned and reached over to the bandages she had gathered. She wrapped them around him, "I forgive you."

His large hand came up to grab her jaw gently and force her to look him in the eye. "I will not take it for granted. Thank you."

"Do this again and I'll gut you myself."

A chuckle came from his throat. "I have no doubts of that." He pulled her face to his and his voice lowered, "I'll have to be extra cautious, won't I?"

"Or perhaps… don't leave at all," her soft voice suggested.

"Oh, my girl," he grinned. "When you finish this bandage, we are not leaving this room for a long while."

A bright red hue came to her cheeks.

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[moonstruckme]

hi!!! wanted to req a poly! marauders x reader where the reader has never had anything inside before so like first time fingering if that’s okay 🫣 totally okay if not, love your work!!!! <3

Hi my sweetheart I’m so sorry I held onto this for sooooooo long but thank you for requesting I love you ! And thanks to @mareagirls for helping me out when I was struggling with the choreography haha <33

cw: smut mdni, fingering, inexperienced reader

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 837 words

Sirius, you think, is treating this all very casually. He’s lying on his stomach between your bent knees, legs kicking idly behind him while he circles your entrance with a finger. 

“Baby.” He looks up at you. “Could you stop being so nervous? I cut my nails for you.” 

“I’m fine,” you say, a bit affronted. 

Remus chuckles. His two fingers move over your clit in rhythmic, dedicated passes. 

“You’re all tensed up, sweetheart,” James clues you in. He’s lying on your other side with one arm cushioning your head. It’s almost like you could be going to sleep, except one of your boyfriends is tormenting your clit while the other attempts the breaking and entering of your cunt. 

“Not breaking,” Sirius had said when you made that joke earlier, looking at you in horror. “It’s going to be fun, not torture, you freak.” 

James’ other hand goes to your side. He gives you a little squeeze, and you gasp, ticklish. “See?” he asks. 

“Jamie,” Remus scolds, but he’s smiling. With his free hand he rubs the underside of your thigh, trying to calm you back down. “You don’t need to worry, dove. We’ll start slow, and we can stop anytime you want, yeah?” 

“I just don’t know how it’s going to feel,” you fret, shifting on the mattress to get comfortable again. 

“The point’s to find out, isn’t it?” Sirius is looking at you like he really wants to know. He holds up his index finger as though to exhibit it. “I’m only going in with the one at first, and slow like Rem said,” he vows. “It shouldn’t hurt.” 

“Definitely say if it hurts,” James agrees. 

You chew your lip, nodding. Sirius’ expression softens. 

“Just tell me if you don’t like it,” he says earnestly. “Say stop and I’ll stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you say. 

“Good girl,” Remus praises, leaning sideways to kiss the top of your knee. His skillful fingers never stutter.

Sirius makes a soft sound of agreement, and then he slips one finger into your entrance. 

You’re prepared to be shocked, but he’s right; it’s not a substantial intrusion. You almost don’t know it’s there at first, until he swirls it around experimentally and a little “oh” stumbles out of you. Your hips shift. 

“Yeah?” James noses at your cheek, smile audible in his voice. “Not so bad, huh?”

“No,” you agree breathily. 

Sirius grins below you, planting a big kiss on the inside of your thigh. “That’s my girl. You’re so tight, sweetheart, fuck,” he groans, wriggling his finger against your gummy walls. “And your little cunt is so pretty. Next time we should do this with a mirror.” 

“One step at a time,” Remus tells him mildly. But when you push your hips upwards, he obliges you, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“S’that good, honey?” James’ lips are warm and soft against the column of your throat, teeth barely there as he suckles at your skin. “Do you like having Pads inside you?” 

“Yeah,” you answer him again, voice pitching slightly when Sirius slips another finger inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Shh.” James presses a gentle kiss over the mark he’s left. “You’re okay, sweet girl.” His murmurings, sweet and lovely and too quiet for you to understand, trail down your chest until he finds something he likes. His arm slides from beneath your head, hand finding your shoulder and resting there with a soothing weight. 

You know patience isn’t in Sirius’ nature, so you appreciate the restraint he’s using with you now. His fingers sponge in and out of you at an easy pace, shallow and careful. When you find it in yourself to open your eyes, he’s watching you from beneath his lashes, using your expression as his guide while he works you open. 

You moan when James sucks hard at a spot on the underside of your tit. 

“Don’t bruise her,” says Remus, still sour from the mark that’s yet to fade on his left pectoral. 

“Sorry.” James pulls his mouth from your tit, smiling at you sheepishly. “Is it okay if I leave you a pretty little mark, my angel?” 

“No kissing up to get what you want, either,” Remus grumbles, but you nod, and James goes back to what he was doing, albeit more gently. 

“You’re doing so good.” Sirius is leaning his cheek against your thigh now, seemingly lost in his own sort of trance. The weight tips your leg outward so that Remus has to grab your knee to keep him propped up. “So good for me, baby. Now,” his eyes gleam, and you know the look of it well enough to be both excited and a little bit nervous, “how would you like to try the feel of something else inside?” 

“Oh,” you say, caught offguard. “Um, I don’t think I’m ready for…” 

“I meant my tongue, sweetness.” 

“Hey!” James pulls his lips from you with a wet suctioning sound. “No fair, you’ve had your turn already! I want to go.”

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main AU

Masterpost

Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane. 

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?”  He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room),  starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?” 

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in. 

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting. 

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right. 

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him. 

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes. 

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-” 

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”

[gothwineaunts]

Wow, hello!

So, I was actually feeling pretty motivated to write this post yesterday. But things have gotten exponentially worse, and I admit the pressure is getting to me. There seem to be a ton of expectations surrounding what I should be saying here, in order to… I guess, absolve myself? As if there’s a checklist people want me to go through to perform the “perfect” creator apology. But, I don’t see the point. I care a lot about this community and I think you deserve something a lot more sincere than some hollow chat-gpt apology. I understand that that’s foolish, on my part. Things are done that way so often because they work. But what you’ll find throughout this post, is that I’m kind of an idiot about some things. I’m stubborn and hard-headed and a little bit pretentious. And so, what I’m planning to do here is to simply tell you the truth about what happened. No cherry picking. All my mistakes, but also the context that goes with them. And at the end, my formal apology. This is a long and winding tale with a lot of characters. I’m going to be sharing some usernames as we go, in the interest of clarity and transparency. You’ll understand why with the context. But please do not seek these people out. Don’t pick fights with them. It will only make everything worse, for all involved.

Cool? Cool. But first I need to address the elephant in the room. This will probably seem like irrelevant drama at first, but this is the nuance and background that I wasn’t adequately able to articulate the night before last. In more ways than one, this is a story told in twos. The first set of twos is you, the readers. Who you are, and what you’re hoping to find out in this post.

1.      The overwhelming majority of you, are earnestly wanting to understand what has happened in the Nevermore Discord. You are concerned that I am not who you hoped I was. You are disappointed, and I understand why. To you, I am so sorry. I want to say that things are not as bad as they seem, but that is not for me to decide. You will need to draw your own conclusions from the words I write. And I understand, whatever you choose to do next.

2.      And there is a small, but incredibly vocal minority of people who are absolutely living for this. They are spreading complete fabrications with no screenshots to speak of. Horrible, horrible accusations. People who are more excited about watching a dumpsterfire than they are about the series that brought them here in the first place. I’m not going to attempt to cater to those people in this post. Because nothing will ever be good enough. Everything that can be taken in bad faith will be taken in bad faith. It would be pointless. But you’ll see them in the comments and reblogs. This is a known group to not only myself, but many others. I will share some of their names in a later section so you know who to watch for. They will make a lot of noise around this post because they’ve been trying to make something like this happen for actual years. And now that I had a genuinely concerning response that good people reasonably want me to explain, they’re lunging at the chance to throw absolutely anything at the wall. It’s parasocial levels of hatred. This is some deep and horrible lore.

The next set of twos is how two things can be true at the same time. And that is exactly what is going on here, in this situation. Let me be really clear, because I don’t want either truth to be lost in my explanation as they are intrinsically linked to one another.

1.      I did a downright terrible job explaining myself in the Discord when people started asking about crimson. I can give you all kinds of contributing factors for this, and I might later. But none of them really matter. It was incredibly careless of me to use “egging them on” and “cried wolf”  to describe what I understood. At the time I was really laser-focused on expressing what happened as simply and quickly as possible because the channel replies were paused and I felt like everyone was just waiting for me to be finished with my message. But after stepping back, I immediately understood how badly I messed up, because of course these idioms are routinely weaponized against survivors of SA and CSA. That is not how I intended to use them. It was an unfortunate case of one thing looking and sounding like another thing. Incredibly ham-fisted and irresponsible on my part. To the survivors who read my words and felt that it echoed their past experiences, I’m heartbroken that I did that to you. That lapse of judgement was a betrayal to both you and me. I don’t know where my head went, and I’m just blown away by my own lack of awareness in that message. So for that I am and will continue to be sorry.

2.      The second thing that can be true is that, while you are all absolutely owed an explanation and an apology, there are also some people amongst you who are using this fuck-up on my part as a springboard to take me down.  These people have been trying to get a call out post to pop off about me for at least a year, and they have been very quick to jump into the reblogs and comments about this very serious topic with complete lies and slander. Just, anything that might stick to the wall. We’ll address this later on as well. But please understand that me discussing the harassment I’ve faced from these groups is not at the expense of me also owning up to my faults and taking the proper accountability.

And the last set of twos is one I’ve alluded to in the first sets, concerning a pair of toxic side-servers that ran adjacent to the main Nevermore Discord. Completely unofficial cliques. And invisible to myself and Flynn and our mod team. We were eventually made aware that both of them were breaking laws and Discord ToS in ways that leaked into our server and affected our members negatively. As such, both groups were mass-banned. And the cliques are the ones running a majority of the discourse you’ve been seeing here, because while they are formally banned from the discord, we have absolutely no say in their participation on Tumblr. Now, keep in mind. Both of these groups were uncovered after crimson was banned the first time. That’s important later.

Clique #1

My understanding of the first group is that it started as a gaming server for people who met one another through the Nevermore Discord. I don’t know when or why it started being used to talk shit about other readers, but I do know that it got really vicious. And it was sort of an open secret for long before I knew anything about it. I found out after that there were a lot of people passively in this server, just observing. It was that much of a spectacle.

Now, this clique had been pretty rude. Like they’d try to start fights with me in the discord fairly often, both in the Patreon and free spaces. But it wasn’t grounds for dismissal until we found out about the baiting and the alts.  These people had a lot of grievances, but one really united them: they were extremely upset about anyone who would ship Prospero.

Many of you know, that Prospero is an aromantic character, canonically. And you may notice that canonically, he has no apparent love interest. But this group wanted to make sure other readers were not thinking about Prospero in relationships, or creating ship content of him for any reason on the grounds that it would be considered a “proship.” I told them (and I stand on this) that it’s not up to them to police the thoughts of other readers, and that aromantic people have widely varying lifestyles and experiences and do not need to be infantilized that way.

This turned out to be a bad move on my part, because it brought with it an onslaught of alt accounts coming in and "innocently" kicking up what I now refer to as the “prosp-aro” debate every time they had the chance. But because of this and what a common occurrence it was, we started being able to pick out the alts. And we realized that this group of people had been using the same alt accounts with different names to antagonize certain readers they’d decided they hated, and it had gone on for a long time.

I did a lot of investigative work in dms trying to figure out who all was responsible for the harassment, and settled on a list that was vetted by three different people who knew about the clique. And all three of these people insisted that, while Laci was in the group and in a lot of the screencaps saying pretty dubious things, that she was good people. So I believe them, and let Laci stay. This group was banned on April 3, 2024, and contained the following users:

-          lilnatx (nat)

-          suitino (sushi)

-          jj_the_jet_plane (layden)

-          rivsticks (jasper)

-          atheimee (athena)

-          jinxs.com (lanx/jinx)

-          smartestginger (nico)

-          thereallandofbugs (bugs)

-          rosienemui (rosie)

These were the names they were known by on the Discord. I don’t have the Tumblr accounts tied to these identities. But some might be the same. I know a lot of them are here.  It should be noted that jinx was later unbanned due to pressure from Laci that they had been banned in error, after the fact. We allowed them back in after a few days as a favor to Laci since the situation seemed like it was very stressful for her. This would prove to be yet another a mistake since, as you have probably seen in the screenshots from the night before last, jinx rapidly escalated things to another level while I was trying to figure out how to handle crimson’s unbanning and subsequent rebanning an hour later.

Clique #2

Phew. Still with me? Great. The second group we needed to ban was one that actually started long before the first one, but was a lot smaller and comparatively more subtle. This group, to my knowledge, cropped up around the time that ep. 39 of Nevermore was released. (11/10/22) We knew about this group but not who all was involved in it or in what capacity for a very long time. They would consistently post things on Tumblr trying to start a scandal. I recall posts alleging that we were racists, or SA apologists, or that we were sending death threats to a random confessions account.

To be clear, these allegations are completely false. This clique will say anything. Like a recent post one of them put up during this discourse said that hiwi (our mod) is both a r*pe apologist and a childhood friend of mine and that’s the only reason she hasn’t been banned. Hiwi is absolutely nothing of the sort, and I have never met her in person. In fact, she lives on the other side of the continent.

Now, this clique is a little different than the first. The first, to my knowledge, was a group of friends that got toxic and felt morally superior about their opinions and it all kind of got away from them. The vibe was a little catty, I guess. Gossipy. But this clique has more of a stalker vibe. It’s dark.

They’ve had it out specifically for me for as long as I can remember. And some of them (at least one, at all times) would subscribe to our patreon, both to sow dissent in our stream chats and also to leak literally all the content back to the others, including me talking about random shit like what I ate for lunch. Just so they could like. Laugh about it, I guess. I’ll never understand why. [Editing note: because in the final moments of proofreading this post I see one of these people has made some master post about what a terrible person I am? A lot of those screenshots are from Patreon channels and the guy STILL has them laying around. I’m telling you, they stole everything that wasn’t nailed down.] 

The biggest grievance this clique had is that any ship with Montresor is an “SA fetish ship” because to them he is a r*pist because of how he made Ada bark (?) and since Montrada is canon, that means we are supporters of SA, and that Morella and Ada should be together instead. Listen, I’ll level with you, this one baffles me. I don’t even know how to begin to untangle it. But if you see a lot of vitriol about us being SA apologists from these users, it’s because Montresor exists. That’s pretty much it.

You can ask them for screencaps ‘til you’re blue in the face, but unless they build fake ones from the ground up, they’re never going to be able to back up their wild claims. Simply put, they’re provocateurs, and they use the scariest words they can to whip people up into a panic.

We became aware that they were leaking patreon content when one of them was caught publicly referring to things that were being said behind a paywall when we knew they weren’t a patron. It unraveled from there.  People who knew about their antics shared screenshots and information with us, and we finally realized the scope of the clique’s hatred and banned whoever was even left in the Nevermore Discord. But they continue to be active in the community on tumblr. You’ll have seen them around. They were banned on 5/11/2024 and the names involved are as follows (again, a mishmash of discord names, nicknames, and tumblr accounts):

- percy (gremlinguy145 on tumblr)

- queenmorningrose (annabel-lee-nevermore on tumblr)

- spoopycactus630 (spoopy-nevermore-dump on tumblr)

- grif/horrorshow (conscience-grim on tumblr)

- unreqiknizd

- duke aralt (westofthestyx)

- eden (sapphic-mad-scientist on tumblr)

- priemium

Again I’d like to reiterate. The point in sharing these names is not to incite any sort of response against these people. But they are folding themselves into the fray and doing what they can to whip everyone else up into a mob, and all as we’re talking about a discord server that they have been banned from for months now. The above context is also relevant for the next section, which is why you’re all here in the first place.

What the hell happened with Crimson?

I hope it’s not confusing, but now we’re going back to 3/14/2024, before anything I just outlined above had come to light. The cliques were quietly doing their harassment and baiting and raiding and whatever-the-hell behind the scenes, but Flynn and I and the mods were blissfully unaware of how bad it was getting. We get a dm from Laci. The same Laci who was part of Clique #1 and was rescued from being banned with the others by her friends outside the group. Jinx’s friend, who managed to get them unbanned as well. You have probably seen these screencaps already, but I will show them to you again, just in case.

Sufficed to say, we were immediately alarmed by the information Laci shared in her DM with us. Now, I want to be very clear about this because it’s been lost in the game of telephone. What Laci outlines in her dm to me, were the events that occurred between six users (including crimson) in a group chat with minors. Everyone in the evidence was censored (pfp and username), as was the image that crimson showed them. When I asked, Laci agreed to give me one name of one of the minors in the dm. I’ll call them Alice, but that is not their real name. I asked if I could talk to Alice about this, I was told by Laci, no. Alice doesn’t want to talk. I was like, ok I understand, that’s fine. 

I hope it makes sense when I say that it is not feasible for us to moderate the things that happen in peoples’ dms. As you’ve seen above, the mod team doesn’t usually get involved with drama unless whatever is happening is directly affecting the experience people are having in the Nevermore Discord because that is all we can see and the only place we have any real authority.  But this was obviously a special case. We banned crimson very quickly without asking any follow-up questions, because of course we did!? I’ve seen people say I’m harboring or defending crimson or that we’re buddies but we barely spoke, ever. They were a stranger to me then, and they still are now.

But something about the entire situation wasn’t adding up to me. And I want to be clear that none of this is in any way meant to discredit csa survivors, I’m really just trying to put you in my headspace and walk you through my thought process. But I found that the evidence was just, sort of strange. Laci started her dm explaining that she found this information out because she and a group of people were investigating crimson for ‘art tracing’ which felt, to me, like a bizarre non-sequitur and totally irrelevant next to the evidence of them showing nsfw content to minors. Petty, kind of. Like I wanted to ask – why were you doing that in the first place? People trace Flynn’s art all the time. As long as they’re not selling it, it’s not a big deal.

Most of the crops are from a PC but the windows are oddly small, and only contain a couple messages at a time. Some have American formatted time and some have European formatted time. So different users, I assume? The names were blotted out, which I would understand for a public call-out but not for a private report to the mod team. Laci was not in this gc at any point in time, despite being the one to report. 

One of the users was apparently 12, to which I ask – what is a 12-year-old doing on discord at all? If we knew who they were, we would have reported the account. Discord is not a safe place for a child that age, let alone a small group chat. Along with 18-year-old Crimson, there was also a 22- and 17-year-old in the chat, which left us wondering – why hadn’t anything been done?

I had no evidence that anyone ever told crimson they were minors, and I feel if it existed, it would have been in the screencap dump (I find that sometimes a noticeable lack of key evidence is evidence in itself). No one seems to have tried to kick crimson from the group chat or report their account for inappropriate behavior. Then there’s the fact that this is a group chat. Anyone in it can leave at any time. 

Then I came across the messages that started this whole gc, and it only got stranger when I realized Alice started it, called it “Women Lovers” and created it “so we can talk about Nevermore women without having to filter ourselves” after they all reacted to a sultry but sfw drawing of Lenore that crimson had made and posted in our hideout channel. And all that made me wonder why Alice didn’t just kick crimson, if she had admin power?  Do you see what I mean? It’s just all a bit head tilty. I noticed it at the time. But I said nothing. Because it didn’t matter. Crimson, no matter what happened, exposed minors to nsfw content. And that’s on them. And I’ve never in my life defended it. We banned them.

Crimson was beside herself. She came off humiliated and apologetic, and insisted she had no idea and begged to come back to a community she said she loved. But we told her no, there’s no coming back from doing what she did.

Time passes and we uncover Clique #1. And while we figured out who the main players were, I dmed with Laci. And it was Laci herself, who tells me that it was Alice who made most of Clique #1’s alt accounts, and that it was Alice who used those alt accounts to harass people and try to get them to start fights or say something that might get them in trouble. 

And I’ll be honest with you, the mod team still didn’t think much of it, outside of – we need to figure out which accounts were the alts. So we did. We had several confirmed to us.  And those accounts were zeroing in on certain users that the clique didn’t like. At the time we noticed two notable targets in addition to the mod team. I won’t name them, it’s their business if they want to weigh in about all that. But in screencaps, they’ll be labeled Target #1 and Target #2.

More time passes and Clique #2 comes to light. As you can imagine, by now we’re feeling disillusioned, and very tired of trying to moderate shit we cannot see for ourselves. And that’s when crimson comes back to very hesitantly ask if they might be able to appeal their ban. It wasn’t until then that it occurred to us that Laci (on behalf of Alice) was the only one who ever reported anything to us about Crimson. 

And I want to just say that again. Because it’s gotten lost too. Laci was the only person who ever reported Crimson. There was not one single other person who ever sent a modmail or a dm or even a ping to anybody on the mod team. I have since (only yesterday) seen some screencaps that are rather skin crawly, but even those happened in yet another side server. Thinking on this, the mods went back through the known alt accounts Alice had used. And they found that Alice harassed crimson both on her main account and on the same alt accounts that she used to harass the other targets.

By now, Alice is banned for completely unrelated reasons. Not because of what happened with Crimson. I’ve seen that one flying around and I’m sorry it’s just not true. It’s because she was relentlessly harassing and cyberbullying people in the discord we moderate. Laci is still there, but had lost my trust, for being involved with both the drama I’ve mentioned here and more that I don’t care to dip into. It’s ultimately irrelevant. But what am I going to say to Laci? “Hey, did you and Alice, by any chance, coordinate some kind of bizarre trap together to get crimson banned from the discord because you suspected them of tracing their art?” And once again. Because I want to keep this top of mind. Even if that were the case, it doesn’t make what Crimson did alright, and it never will. Sharing nsfw content in front of minors is a disgusting thing to do. And one that we frankly are really irritating about in the moderation of the discord. I’ve heard people say that we over-moderate when it comes to art. 

But all this stuff about a “known pedophile?” If it was known, then we were on the outs. And to even this minute right now, I don’t have any conclusive evidence that Crimson is a pedophile. The evidence I have is that Crimson shared nsfw with a group of people whose ages they did not know. Which is fucking gross. It’s an adult’s responsibility to make sure they’re speaking with other adults before posting things of that nature. 

But at the time, the way I read the situation is that Crimson had only just stopped being a minor and was egregiously negligent in how they were speaking and what they were posting, likely in part due to them not being aware enough of their adult responsibilities.  And hey. I know some of you are chomping at the bit. You can call me naïve for this! This is what I’m referring to when I say that I can be a real idiot. But I feel everyone has been very quick to call Crimson a pedophile. I know this is pedantic to say, but the prerequisite for being a pedophile is “being attracted to minors.” Based on the information I had at my fingertips, I did not think Crimson sought out these minors. Crimson was invited to the gc, they did not ask to join. 

I have seen discussions about all the things crimson did to their victims since we unbanned them but I have not seen screencaps to support that whole ‘marriage proposal’ thing, and again I think it sounds a bit odd coming as a pedophilia accusation from someone only one year younger than crimson.  

But you know what? I don’t know crimson. Maybe we were wrong. But even if we weren’t, I realize in hindsight that it was a stupid decision for the mod team to give them a second chance. We didn’t have anyone to consult about what happened because all the other people in the chat had been obscured from me and I didn’t feel like Laci would give me a straight answer. 

The mods and I felt at the time that crimson, like the other targets of Clique #1, had been singled out and that they deserved another very closely monitored chance in the discord, which they said they still missed dearly. I’m a bleeding heart, alright? A total sap. I know that. But being honest with you, I felt bad. It feels horrible to be singled out and targeted. And I was probably too close to that feeling at the time, seeing as we were on the tail end of finding out the Clique #2 had pursued me so relentlessly for so long. 

So for my part, I’m sorry. I made a rash decision that was influenced by some very personal circumstances. And we should have left it alone. Based on the evidence I've seen, I don’t know if I personally would call crimson a pedophile and certainly I wouldn't call them a known pedophile, but I am regretful that we risked it either way.

When I was trying to explain all of this in the west common room channel two nights back, things had boiled over and were already getting out of hand very quickly. A lot of brand new accounts were joining the discord with one word intros just to start conflicts in the public server with crimson. Alts. Either from banned users or burner accounts. And I got panicky. One of the mods paused the messages in west common room but no one besides me was available to handle the situation at that moment. Reacts about being silenced were pouring in and I felt pressured to quickly take over and try to explain. 

In my rush, I stupidly didn’t backread more than a quick skim. And I ate shit, y’all. You saw. One thing I want to state outright. I’m talking a lot about my thoughts and my feelings and it’s because I don’t wanna speak for Flynn or for the mods. But I didn’t make this decision alone. In fact, I was dragging my feet and being really lazy about okaying the whole thing. Just because I was busy, not because I was fretting over it or anything. But I had to be pinged and then literally tapped on the shoulder by Flynn, asking me to respond to mod chat when this was being discussed earlier that day. That doesn’t change the fact that I was part of the decision. I agreed to unban crimson. Foolishly. I understand that, now. 

I hope that now it makes some more sense though, how it came to happen. I never meant to hurt anyone. My own past and present feelings got in the way, and I own that. But in the moment, my personal intention was to give crimson a second chance because I felt that they’d been targeted by Clique #1. Not to ignore anyone’s concerns or make them feel unsafe, even if those were the ultimate outcome.  

So, completely underprepared and defensive, I jumped into west common room and I just. Blew it. Totally fucking blew it. I knew it instantly but it’s hard to stay logical when people are telling you you’re vile and evil and they’re sick that they ever thought you were a good person and that they’ll never see you the same way again. My mind went blank and I don’t really remember much of what happened next. But I said what I said, and I should have done better. 

I wish there was a word bigger than sorry. I’m beside myself. I know there was probably a way to make everyone happy. To make everything okay. But I wasn't clever enough to figure it out in the moment, and it eats at me. So it’s like I’m sorry for my poor judgment and my terrible choice of words, but there’s another layer where I’m also sorry for not matching how wonderful this community is with how wonderful (or well, unwonderful) I was two nights ago. I promise I am going to work harder to be better for you all.

Again, to every victim of SA and CSA, my heart is with you, more personally than you might realize. I don’t think I could have handled my explanation in a worse way. And I’m so so sorry.

Moving forward, I am also going to take an enormous step back from moderating and participating in the discord in general. I feel like a lot of this happened because I was still treating it like it belonged to a smaller fandom, like Shiloh’s. But realistically, I don’t have time to both moderate and make the series itself, and I really dragged my feet on being honest with myself about that. And for that too, I apologize. We’re going to get more mods, they’re going to have full control of the moderation, and Flynn and I are going to do what we love more than anything in the world and just make Nevermore.

I understand if you won’t be there for it. This is not a flattering picture I’ve painted for you. And you’d be well within your rights, to decide not to give us another chance. But it's been a pleasure to lurk here in this wildly talented corner of tumblr. And I’ll never forget it. <3 Yours truly, -Kit Trace

[celestialprincesse]

Just going to leave this here and then sneak away! K bye! 🎀🩰

John Price is a man who runs on instinct. After years in the forces, he has to be. He's learned that the feeling in his gut is almost never wrong, and learning how to trust it is a skill. Right now though? He's wishing that his stomach would stop roiling. He's so anxious he feels like he might actually be sick. Kyle sits earnestly at his side, hunched over in the plastic hospital chair nursing a long gone flat vending machine Coke.

They've been tuning out your screams for a good three hours now.

Something within John breaks with every guttural cry that sounds from under the doorway. He's heard so many countless screams of agony from faceless people. They've been and gone in his head like a passing storm. Yours, he thinks, will stick for a lifetime.

Realistically, he knows that you're safe. Receiving the best care you possibly can, safe within the walls of the modern private hospital his insurance more than covers. He also can't help but remind himself just how complicated giving birth can be - and you're so delicate to him.

He's not actually sure when Kyle got here, having been running on autopilot since your contractions started yesterday. All the boys love you just as much as you do them, and when he'd messaged their shared group with a simple: > On way to hospital now. they'd been so shit scared.

Each one of them had opted to take up shifts staying beside their captain in the hospital, waiting earnestly for if they were at all needed. Johnny had picked up groceries, claiming that he' d best know what to get for a new mum, seeing as he's the only one besides Price who actually has sisters, and a niece of his own. None of them would ever admit that they also wanted to be the first to see little baby Price, and to check in on his wife who'm they'd grown to love so much, but there'd definitely been attempts on all three sides to work out when the baby would approximately pop, so that they could time their stint accordingly.

"Think she's okay in there?" John croaks, lifting his head from his palms, squinting at the fluorescent hall lights with a tired grunt.

Kyle swallows the sip of Coke in his mouth before responding. "She's a trooper. I think if anyone can handle having a baby, it's your missus."

Hours later, your small hospital room falls silent, and John is immediately up on his feet, back ramrod straight, everything alert. And then, a baby cries. It's a little hiccuping whinge at first, but then his baby seems to find their voice, wailing up a storm.

"You should go. See them." Kyle prompts quietly, noticing his captain's reverie as he just stands there staring at the closed door.

Nurses file out one by one, whilst he makes his way in, a dazed sort of look on his face as he sees the swaddles blanket you hold close to your chest, gurgling softly as tiny fat fists reach out to your nose.

The stillness in the room is like time stops entirely, only finally broken by a soft "Hey." as your husband makes his way quietly to your side.

"Hi." You breathe, a soft smile blossoming on your tired face, scooting along in the hospital bed so he can sit beside you.

The reverence on his face as he looks down towards the face of such a small creature is a look only talked about in fairytales. A look that tells you that your baby is the luckiest child in the world to have a dad like John.

"She's a girl." You laugh softly, noticing the look on John's face, the one that says he's holding his tongue.

"Oh, my baby girl." Tears spring to his cerulean eyes as he brushes a gentle finger down the soft slope of her tiny nose.

For a moment, the two - three - of you sit in total stillness, entirely enraptured by the tiny human you currently keep held so closely to your chest. Until there's a quiet, tentative knock on the door.

"Mrs Price? Can we come in?" Kyle's voice comes softly from the other side, but before you can even finish your "Yes" not just Kyle, but also Simon and Johnny are practically barrelling into the room, barely able to contain their intrigue as they lock eyes with the little blanket wrapped parcel they've been waiting nine months to meet.

The minute you invite them to look at the sleeping face of your daughter, they're practically tripping over themselves to see the much anticipated baby Price.

"Looks jus' like her mam." Johnny observes, whilst Simon just stares, and Kyle busies himself with taking a picture of you, John and your baby girl.

"Bought 'er a present, mrs Price." Simon admits a little sheepishly as he pulls a haphazardly wrapped parcel from his coat pocket. A stuffed ghost teddy only just the size of your fist. "To remind 'er that uncle ghost is always looking out for her."

You're practically crying at the thought behind his gift, carefully side-hugging the lieutenant with the arm that's not holding your daughter.

"We're all here for her. And for you. Always. One for one and that."

[loulovingho]

prompt: silly or angry sex? idk!

how about silly and angry sex? also, I don't write smut often so please forgive me.

“I really, shit, really don't wanna fight with you while your, oh yeah, fingers are in my ass.”

“Finger,” Tommy corrected, slowly and deliberately massaging over Buck's prostate. “Just the one right now.”

“God, you’re so annoying,” Buck huffed, his back arching slightly as Tommy's other hand rested over his stomach.

“Would you like me to stop?” Tommy asked. The way he was keeping his voice so calm and casual made Buck want to wring his neck a little bit.

“Stop being annoying?” he replied. “Yes.”

“Stop fucking you,” Tommy clarified, pouring a bit more lube on his fingers and adding a second along with the first, “so you can fight with me?”

Buck sucked in a breath, then let out a long moan. “Oh fuck no, don't stop.”

“Mm,” Tommy hummed. He ran his hand up Buck's chest, dragging it back down slowly. His fingernails scraping over Buck's nipple on the way. “So fighting while fucking it is.”

“Fuck. S'not fair,” he said with a glare, fucking himself on Tommy's fingers. One of his hands flailed out until it found Tommy's thigh, gripping it for dear life. “Kiss me.”

Tommy shook his head. “Tell me why you're angry first, Evan.”

“Mmm,” Buck's head lolled to the side, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure. “Don't remember.”

Tommy twisted his fingers, driving in with a particularly hard thrust.

Buck's eyes shot back open and up at Tommy, his hand squeezing tighter on his thigh. Tommy would have bruises in the morning, which sent chills up his spine.

“Yes you do,” Tommy said, staring back at Buck. “Now why are you mad?”

“Be- Because, oh right there, because you forgot to take the meat out of the freezer again.”

“And?”

“And I reminded you, uh, uh, uh, you like five times while I was at work.” He smacked at Tommy's thigh. “Add another finger, Tommy, please.”

Tommy obliged. He removed his fingers and added more lube, warming it up before pressing three against Buck's hole. “Deep breath in and-”

“Let it out slow, yeah yeah, I know. Not my first rodeo.” He rolled his eyes but drew in a deep breath, slowly releasing it as Tommy worked three fingers into him. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, sounding more annoyed about that fact than anything. He couldn't handle it anymore. He reached up and pulled Tommy down over him in a messy, angry kiss. He bit down on Tommy's bottom lip, causing him to hiss ever so slightly. He took that opportunity to practically stick his tongue down Tommy's throat, tasting his fresh mint mouthwash that he always gargled after dinner.

A dinner which was take out tonight.

Because he forgot to take the meat out of the freezer.

For like the fourth time in a month.

Tommy's fingers were moving inside him earnestly now, Buck meeting every thrust. “I know you, mhm, apologized but I really, uh, don't understand, yes, yeah, how you could f- forget like that, faster, Tommy, fuck me.”

“You feel so good around my fingers, Evan, God.” Tommy moaned into Buck's mouth as Buck reached down and took both of their cocks in his hand.

Their bodies were at awkward angles, with Tommy not able to move as deeply into Buck with each thrust. But, judging by the sounds coming out of his mouth, Tommy was still hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck, I'm close, Evan.”

“Me too, Tommy. S- so close. Just, oh shit yeah!” Buck came with a shout, Tommy following closely behind him.

They laid there for a few seconds in silence, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

Eventually, Tommy pulled his fingers out of Buck and plopped down beside him in the bed.

“Shit, I love angry sex,” Buck admitted, rolling over to press himself against Tommy's side.

Tommy laughed, his arm wrapping around Buck's back as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Why do you think I keep forgetting to take the meat out of the freezer?”

“I knew you did it on purpose!” he exclaimed, leaning up just enough to look at Tommy.

“Well, after the aggressive blowjob you gave me the last time it happened, I had to test my theory. I do, however, promise not to use this knowledge against you in the future. No matter how tempting.”

Buck's eyes darkened as he pulled Tommy in for a kiss. “You're incredible,” he said. “You can use it against me anytime.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow at that and Buck continued. “Well, not any time. Like, if people are coming over for dinner, or if I have a special meal planned. Actually, I could make a detailed list of exact times where it would be appropriate to-”

“Evan?”

“Yeah?”

“You know there are other things I could do besides not take food out of the freezer, right?”

“Like... Like what?” Buck asked, shivering a little as Tommy's hand ran up and down his spine.

“I could occasionally leave my laundry on the bathroom floor.”

“E- Even your gym clothes?”

“If you wanted.”

Buck could feel his heartbeat speeding up. He'd be a little concerned about what this literal dirty talk was doing to him if he didn't currently find it so damn hot. “What else?” he asked.

“I could not take out the trash on trash day. It'd have to sit there another whole week before it got picked up.”

Buck pressed a kiss against Tommy's jaw, then started working his way down, ghosting his lips over Tommy's pec. “I would be livid,” he said before giving the skin there a little bite.

“I know. I could forget to pay a bill. Make you deal with a late fee.”

Buck was on top of Tommy in a second, his thighs straddling Tommy's hips. He was mad at the mere thought of that happening. But so fucking turned on he was already hard again. It wasn't just the idea of more angry sex that made him horny, it was the fact that Tommy was so competent with his forced incompetence that Buck needed him inside of him immediately. It was all very confusing, and Buck made a mental note to dwell on it later.

But for now. “Tommy?”

“Yes, Dear?” Tommy asked with a grin, his hands coming to rest on Buck's waist.

“I'm gonna need you to fuck me.”

Tommy gripped Buck tight, flipping them over quickly so he was back on top. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's lips before reaching for the lube. “Yes, Dear.”

[luveline]

hi could you do james maybe massaging reader with persistent back pain? he'd be a total sweetheart about it

fem!reader

James is heavier than he looks. 

“I resent that,” he says after you’ve told him so breathlessly, shifting his weight off of your thighs as much as he possibly can. 

“No, you’re fine, just don’t press on my back,” you say. 

“I have to press on it. A bit.” He leans down, arms either side of you, your face hidden in the blankets beneath. “I’m not going to hurt you, yeah? If I do anything unbearable, all you need to do is tell me.” He smells nice, so close, the after effects of his macadamia oil shampoo. 

“I feel like I’m about to have major surgery.” 

“Don’t mind the scalpels.”

He begins with very gentle movements, almost like he’s going to turn you around and start kissing you. You laugh as he pushes your shirt up, but can’t find it in you to keep going when his lips press gentle and warm to the centre of your spine. You’ve been in a lot of pain recently and your boyfriend has yet to falter. It was his suggestion that he give you a massage, and his own volition to have researched how to do it. 

“I’m gonna use more pressure slowly,” he says, making palm-circles against your skin, “and it might hurt some, but if it’s too much, if it’s even a little over your threshold, I’ll stop.” 

“I’m not worried.” You can’t take his entire weight, but some pressure might be nice. “Just no tackles.” 

“No promises.” 

He gives a very nice, very soft massage for a time, the brunt of his palms pushing into your back and up to the line of your bra. He pushes just under it and murmurs about how cold you are, though his constant touching warms you soon enough. When he begins pressing, the pain twinges funny. It hurts in strange places and James chases into knots and stringy muscle with quiet dedication, the room a quiet sanctuary made of your shared breaths and his occasional kiss. 

You could fall asleep. Your eyes closed, arms crossed in front of you, weirdly close to him but not close enough. “Come hug me,” you say tiredly. 

“Is this doing anything besides putting you to sleep?”

You’re not totally sure. It feels nice regardless, and you’re glad for it when he ignores your demand to press his palm deep into the base of your spine. 

He slides from the small to the top, where he unclips your bra and presses both hands to your shoulders. “Pardon me.” 

“Not a gentleman. Didn’t even ask.” 

“What’s that?” he asks, working his thumb into a particularly sore muscle and drawing out a staggered sigh. “Oh,” —his joking falls away immediately— “that felt good?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, turning your face to the side. 

“Want me to do it again?” he asks earnestly. 

He massages until you’re sure his wrists are sore and you’ve discovered a new kind of nap, your back thoroughly worked over, aching and relieved at once. He climbs off of you and doesn’t say a thing about how his own back probably hurts from so long bent over you, peeling out of his shirt and nudging you across the bed to make room for him. He scoops you onto his chest, and for the first time in ages your back doesn’t twinge. 

“Thanks so much, James,” you say, eyes already heavy, face buried in his neck. 

He kisses the tip of your nose. You’re welcome. 

[bruisedboys]

can I request eddie and shy!reader with reader’s first kiss?! I imagine he’d be so gentle with her!

I want him to be my first kiss so bad!! waiting for him to be real so he can kiss me tbh

summary: eddie gives shy!you your first kiss

shy!fem!reader 0.9k words

Eddie thinks you look really pretty.

He’d tell you so but he’s already told you twice tonight, and he’s pretty sure if he says it again you’ll burst into flames on the spot. You’re quite shy — it’s endearing and very adorable but it also means Eddie has to be more careful of what he says and does. He wouldn’t want to scare you off.

He watches you pore over a book, sitting cross-legged on his bed. He badly wants to tell you how lovely you look. In a t-shirt that’s too big for you and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair all messy pretty and tucked behind your ears. He holds his tongue, turning back to the old band tee he’s hacking the sleeves off on his bedroom floor.

“Eddie?”

Your voice breaks the comfortable silence you and Eddie had been sitting in. Eddie puts down his scissors and looks up. He likes the way you’ve said his name, like he’s the only person ever. He’s sure he sounds similar when he says your name. He smiles at you.

“Yeah?”

You shuffle forwards on his bed, sliding to the edge until your legs dangle off. Eddie’s struck, yet again, by how beautiful you are. It takes all the breath out of his chest.

“Um.” You pause then, and get this nervous look on your face. Eddie knows it well. You’re often nervous around him.

He sits up straighter. By the looks of it you’re wanting to tell him something. Or ask him something. “Yeah, honey?”

Your eyes flick to Eddie and then back to your hands where they’re twisted in your lap. Eddie sees the tap tap tap of your foot, the wringing of your hands. He shuffles forward on the floor and gets a hand on your knee, fingers curling around the bottom of your thigh.

“What is it?” He asks softly.

When you answer your staring at your lap, determined to avoid Eddie’s eyes.

“Well … I just. I was reading that part in The Princess Bride, the bit about the five kisses? And I just wondering …” You reach up and scrub the back of your neck awkwardly. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

Eddie balks. He was not expecting that. It’s a big question — for you to ask and for Eddie to answer. He has his own reasons. The biggest one being he’s afraid to scare you off, to mess up maybe the best thing in his life right now. Not only that, but he knows how tentative you are about relationship stuff. It’s all new to you.

The silence stretches too long. Eddie rushes to break it before you think he’s gone and backed out on you.

“Oh.” He says, more flustered than he’s ever been with you. Normally you’re the flustered one. He’s realising now how hard it is being on the receiving end. “Well, um. I … I guess—“

“Do you not want to?” You ask quietly, interrupting Eddie’s rambling.

Eddie stops short. “What?” He stares up at you. He can hardly believe you think that. Of course he wants to kiss you — he’d kind of thought you wouldn’t want him to. “No. No, sweetheart, that’s not it. I just. Well, I just wanted to wait until you were ready … “ He pauses, catches the look on your face, like you’re waiting for something to happen. “Are you ready?”

You bite your lip. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders what it would be like to kiss your lips. You nod very slowly.

“I think so,” you say. You’re staring at his mouth now.

Eddie nods so quick he almost snaps his neck. He hardly cares.

“Okay,” he says earnestly. He scrambles to his feet and then moves to stand in front of you, your knees pressing into his legs.

You blink up at him. Eddie can’t resist taking your face in his hands. Your skin is hot to touch. He imagines his face would feel the same.

“You’re really pretty,” he says despite himself. Even though he’d promised not to tell you again until at least tomorrow.

“Eddie,” you chide softly.

Eddie just grins. “Are you sure you want to?” He asks you, struggling to hear himself over the thump of his heart in his ears. He very much wants to give you a Princess Bride worthy kiss right now.

You nod around his hands. “I’m sure,” you say.

Eddie leans in then. His hands on your face, pulling you gently towards him. His eyelids fluttering shut. It feels different but it feels right. He’s about half a second away from kissing you when you say,

“Wait.”

Eddie opens his eyes. You’re so close he could count your eyelashes.

“What?” He whispers back.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say. Your breath fans over Eddie’s mouth, your lips ghosting over his. It takes all his might not to kiss you right then and there. “I don’t know how,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Eddie tells you. It is okay. And he’s maybe a lot more honoured than he should be that he’s gonna be your first kiss. “You’ll learn.”

“You’ll teach me?”

Eddie looks at you and thinks yeah, he’ll teach you. He’ll do literally anything you could ever ask of him. “Of course, angel.”

“Okay,” you say. You smile and Eddie thinks if he doesn’t kiss you now he might pass out.

He kisses you. He doesn’t pass out but he comes pretty close.

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[irndad]

if you’re still doing flower prompts i’d love either Rainflower or Purple Lilac with spencer <3

a/n: heyyyy im alive! writing from my trip, love you guys, don't know the wc! flower prompts

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back

It comes on all at once. 

Spencer- he’s never been particularly good at knowing when he’s feeling romantic. There wasn’t any experience with it. He knows that he’s hardly anyone’s dream guy- all awkward gangly limbs, too tall and too full of information that no one wanted to hear.

He’s carved out a little corner of the world that he can be seen in, that he can be loved in- but he’s never really been under the notion that someone could want him. Spencer knows that he’s lucky to have even this- to have people that ignite the prickly and irritating parts of himself and love him despite about this. And while he might fantasize, daydream about a life where he can lace his long fingers with those of someone who sees him only in a loving gaze of joy, Spencer knows that he’s not the kind of person that gets that. He’s being rational about it- most days, he’s able to relegate this desire to be filled with fantasy. 

Except- something has been up lately.

His best friend is probably the best person that he’s ever met in his life. She’s a consultant with the BAU, and it’s been nice to know her, in so many ways. She’s funny and kind in a way that never seems to have a victim. Spencer is not the kind of person that particularly values physical beauty, but she possesses it in such a large margin that it is difficult to ignore. He’s actually distracted by it sometimes, having to take extra mental attention to her words when all he is drawn to is the lovely curve of her Cupid’s bow, and the both light and heavy weight of her gaze in him. I like when you look at me, he thinks. She never makes him feel small. 

When they’d met, he was reluctant to her presence in most regards. Spencer knows that when he is focused, he can be a solitary creature, and that he’s an acquired taste. But she never seemed to need time to acclimate to him. From her first day, she listened to him when he spoke, and god, she squeezed his shoulder when she walked past him. 

She never had to try to like him. He was never a concession to her. 

This morning, she is late to work. He tries not to time it, but he enjoys the ritual of his mornings far more when he’s with her. He makes her tea and greets her first thing, and she asks about his evening the day prior. He tells her about whatever foreign film or Russian book he read the night before, a little too earnestly. She listens with her lovely doe eyes, sipping slowly as she transitions into her day. It doesn’t feel like patience with her- it feels like she actually cares what he has to say. Their routine is a warm radio crackle of familiarity, his favorite part of his day.

But she’s late today.

When she walks in, she’s a little frazzled and  so, so, adorable. She’s in a T-shirt that looks so familiar to him, and a pair of jeans that look lovely on her pretty legs. It’s a pleasure, looking at her. He wish he had more time to do it, wants to leisurely drink in the sight of her like he has all the time in the world, it never feels long enough to look.

Her hair’s frazzled and she’s just about 5 minutes late- Hotch hasn’t even come out of his office yet, but she’s clearly nervous.

“You’re okay,” he hears himself say, as she plunks down her bag on the desk, “I have your tea.” 

He doesn’t expect her to look up, but she does. She looks up at him and beams, and Spencer- his heart swells. She grabs the cup, dainty pretty fingers wrapped around the curve of it, and she beams her so-sweet smile at him, and god, his knees might buckle. Has it always been this way? 

He drinks in the sight of her, as she runs a hand through her hair in a worried, incredibly endearing gesture. She’s beautiful, he thinks to himself. He wonders aimlessly, that she might have been meeting with a man this morning. It might be the explanation for the dishevelment. 

The burning bit in his chest this causes is one that lacks explanation. It hurts in a way that he cannot explain- she is not a realistic dream for him to have. It’s not like he’s never thought about the idea of the two of them together. It’s a fleeting thought, like the consideration if your life if you could fly. It’s not a dream that warrants real consideration. 

But when their fingers brush, her light touch on his hand, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like if she wanted him.

“Thank you, Spence,” she says, warm voice dripping with gratitude and something in his heart warms at the nickname, “You’re my hero.”

She takes a sip of it, and closes her eyes in a contemplative, restful moment. It’s unfairly adorable.

He’s never actually thought about it, until this moment. But her beauty transcends just being pure fact, a thing to note about his reality. It would be nice, Spencer thinks. It hits him like a tidal wave, images of her gorgeous laugh washing over him on a Sunday morning, the curve of her cheek, a world where he can hold her by the dip of her waist, where her ever-present kindness meant that she might, could, maybe, love him.

Love him back.

She has whipped cream on her finger. She took the lid of the drink off to have the whipped cream. 

He is so, so fucked. 

“Have I told you that I love you today, boy-genius?” 

Even though she’s kidding, and he stammers out a reply of acknowledgment, it is in this moment he knows, with the certainty of every empirical journal he has ever read. 

Spence Reid is hopelessly in love with his best friend, and there is absolutely nothing he can do about that. 

It’s still nice to want, though. 

[senualothbrok]

A Show of Love

Summary: Sometimes, Gale doesn't seem sure how much you love him. So you decide to show him.

Word count: 1.4k

Disclaimers: 18+. NSFW. Smut. (Unascended) Gale x female reader/Tav.

AO3 link

More disclaimers: Hand and finger kink. Oral and vaginal sex. Vaginal fingering.

Note: This is the first time I've ever written smut (yes, the rizzard got me), so I hope it hits the spot. Any comments/feedback would be welcome so I can learn and improve!

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He is sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He crosses one leg over the other as he reads. As you undo the straps of your armour, you watch him from the other side of your room at the Elfsong Tavern. You remove your breeches, boots and gloves. He does not know what you have planned for this evening. That you have ushered your companions away until the early hours of the morning, so the two of you can be alone.

Over the past weeks, Gale has shown you an eternity of love and devotion. He has shown you realities beyond your imagining. You have no doubts about the depth of his love for you, the strength of his yearning. But when you tell him your feelings, you can see that part of him remains uncertain. He is still surprised that you could love him. Backfooted by how much you adore him.

So you have decided to rectify this. You cannot show him the astral sea, or the intricacies of the Weave. But there are some things you can show him.

“Gale?” you call out.

He looks up at you instantly. Always ready, always willing. You want nothing more than to show him that you, too, share the same unwavering focus.

You take slow, deliberate steps towards him. As you move, your cuirass and pauldrons fall to the floor.  Your underclothes slide away. You stand before him naked, glistening in sweat, damp and flushed. Your breaths are shallow with anticipation.

His eyes widen.

“I want to show you something,” you say.

He swallows. The book falls from his hands, toppling off the side of the bed. He straightens, his lips curling into a smile.

“What could that be?”

“Well…”

You take a long pause, savouring how his gaze lingers on every inch of your bare skin, dilated with awe, lust and longing. You tingle with desire, its wet flame already flaring inside you. Before he can spring towards you, you crawl onto the bed. As you straddle him, you tremble from the grasp of his hands on your waist, the spread of his shifting thighs.

“I want to show you how much I love you.” You look at him earnestly. Innocently.

His cheeks blaze, his brown eyes burning. His nose grazes your collarbone. He closes his eyes as he drinks in your musk. “My love, I know-”

You bring a finger to his lips, tutting gently.

“I don’t think you do.”

You run your thumb over his lower lip. His tongue slivers against it. Instinctively, your hips roll against him. You can feel the quiver through his body.

“And that’s why I’m going to show you tonight.”

You take one of his hands in yours. You kiss the inside of his palm, drifting down his wrist, open mouthed and wet. He exhales heavily, biting his lip.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hands?”

He watches as you take his forefinger inside your mouth. You take your time caressing it with your tongue, running your lips up and down its length. A groan escapes him as you wrap your mouth around his thumb, licking and sucking at each remaining finger in turn. Within your centre, you slicken with moisture and heat.

His other hand reaches up towards your face. He leans towards you, breathless in desperation. You buckle against him, your open mouths meeting each other’s hungrily. It takes all of your self control to push him gently back.

“Not yet,” you pant. “Not before I’ve shown you how much I want you.”

He stifles a moan.

Moisture pools in the space between his fingers, trailing down his wrist and the flickering veins on his forearm. You guide his hand down your neck and over your breasts. Your skin pulses and gleams where he has touched it. You whimper when his fingers clasp at your erect nipples, painfully hard. You can feel the bulge of his cock pulsing against you, growing with every sign of your arousal.

You move his fingers down, down, further down.

“Do you know how wet you make me?”

His gaze is wild as you press his fingers into your folds. You are so wet you can hear them slide into you, searching for the throbbing source of your pleasure. He does not need encouragement or guidance. Your eyelids flutter as he traces circles into that secret corner of your clit that he has so easily found. You are unravelling at the grin that plays on his lips. You throw your head back as you whine, your thighs clenching against his, bearing down into his twitching cock.

He lurches forward to push you back onto the bed. You resist with a little laugh.

“No.” You pout. “I’m showing you, remember?”

“Gods,” he murmurs. “If you keep showing me for much longer, I-”

He is cut short when you begin to lick your dampness off his fingers. First one, then two, then three fingers inside your mouth, your lips parted wide as you lap, your eyes fixed on his. He grimaces, his hips bucking into you. You find yourself grinding your clit against him like a plea. You desire is a fire now, burning through you.

“I love every part of you,” you breathe. “Have I ever said that?”

You edge down, off his lap. For a moment he looks shocked, bereft. But you are bent over now, desperately loosening his breeches to free his engorged cock. You look up at him as you take hold of it by the base, flicking your tongue against its tip, already leaking with desire. You lap up each bead slowly, so that he can see how you enjoy his taste. He flinches, his features clenched in anguish and relief.

“I love every part of you, including this part.”

You keep your eyes on him as you take his shaft deep inside your mouth, trembling each time it surges against the back of your throat. You slide it in and out, your tongue swirling against it, spit spilling down your chin and through your fingers. Your desire is reaching delirium, and your clit thrums, bursting for relief. You moan as he arches his back, ready to explode.

“Please,” he gasps. “I can’t-”

You stop for an instant. That is all he needs. He springs forward, pressing every inch of his body against yours. You rip his shirt off as he shoves his breeches down in a frenzy. His tongue glides and whirls against yours, ravenous. You weave your hands through each other’s hair, drunk on each other’s salt and sweetness. You wrap your legs around his back as he presses his cock into you. He is gentle at first, but when he meets no resistance, he thrusts into you, as if he cannot bear to wait any longer.  You whimper at how his warm girth stretches you apart and rubs against the corner of your clit.

“Gale,” you pant.

You look into his eyes. His face is tensed with passion, but softens when you say his name.

“I love you. I’m yours.”

He kisses you with a fervour that takes what is left of your breath away. You grip him tight against you with your calves, your skin aching to touch more of him, to merge into him. You cry out as he plunges into you again and again, his groans growing louder each time he bottoms out. You lean your forehead against his as his face spasms, drawing closer and closer to the edge. He erupts in a shout as he cums inside you, collapsing onto your chest.

You are quiet for a moment, listening to each other’s laboured breaths. He falls onto his side, curling against you.

You chuckle. “What did you think of what I showed you?”

He sighs. He traces the line of your jaw, the dip of your clavicle, the tip of your shoulder blade. The soft underside of your breast.

“Good gods. Did I silence the great Gale Dekarios?” You gasp. “And all it took was-”

He laughs. His finger trails up to your lip, seeking re-entry. Your tongue slides against the pad of his finger as he pushes into your mouth.

“A bit more silence, if you please,” he rasps.

His other hand moves to nudge open your legs. His face drifts down to follow. You can feel your wetness and his cum trickling down towards the cleft of your ass. Your clit throbs in the cool air as he watches you widen. 

“Now it's my turn to show you.”

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[lemoniiiiiii]

chances

(frat!kyle spencer x fem!reader)

content: fluff, angst (if you squint?), mentioned sexual harassment (by frat members)

a/n: not proofread, short drabble inspired by this post, wrote it really fast so sorry if it's not the best (it's my first time writing for kyle too so)! also, the last line is sick I'm aware I'M SORRY RYAN MURPHY POSSESSED ME

when your boyfriend kyle told you that he was joining the fraternity kappa lambda gamma you seriously thought he was joking. kyle was caring, hard-working, kind. yeah, he liked to joke around, but he was nothing like those greek alphabet degenerates you associated frats with. you told him this earnestly. it wasn't just a passing judgment, it was a genuine concern for him. trapped in a house with all those guys? kyle could handle himself well growing up in the 9th ward, but these frat guys were different to the types of people he was used to dealing with. you didn't want to see him to get hurt, or worse... start becoming like them.

when you expressed your feelings to him, kyle (of course politely) brushed your concerns off.

"give em' a chance..." he told you, caressing your head in his lap. "they're not all as bad as ya think. and even some of em' that are a bit.. y'know.. they're good people at heart, i can tell. they just hafta be put in the right direction."

"and is that why you're gonna try and become president?"

"yep! kappa lambda gamma has the potential to be one of the best chapters tulane has ever seen. that, and it gets ya some pretty awesome connections"

he was right.. a lot of past frat members had become pretty successful and kyle could use that to his advantage.

"okay fair... just, be safe okay? stick to what you know- who you are"

"oh i f'sure will" he flashed a knowing smile, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your lips. your hands found their way into his golden curls, drawing him closer for a deeper connection.

as if on cue, the moment kyle pulled away, his phone began to ring. he glanced at the screen, and an apologetic smile appeared on his lips as he answered the call, shifting slightly as if bracing for what was coming.

"whoa, whoa, whoa, ma, slow down. what's going on? i’m at a—" he hesitated, casting a quick glance your way, "—at a friend’s, i told ya already... yeah, i’ll be home soon... what? right now?" there was a brief pause before he sighed. "okay, ma. love you too."

as kyle lowered the phone, you let out a soft sigh, already knowing what was coming. "gotta go, huh?"

"yeah, i’m sorry, baby..." he took your hand gently, lifting it to his lips in one smooth motion, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin before his lips brushed your knuckles. his fingers slid between yours, intertwining, and then he leaned in close, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "i’ll see you on campus, okay?"

you nodded, trying to mask the disappointment tugging at your chest. "mhm… see you," you murmured, sitting up and watching him leave.

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"oh my god" your jaw dropped as kyle stepped out of the bathroom. you had gone to surprise him after move-in day, wanting to see how he was adjusting to the frat life. and oh boy did he adjust. he had the blue embroidered polo with the collar obnoxiously flipped up, a white long sleeve underneath it, rolled up to the elbows, even-

"your hair!" you gasped. kyle's once luscious curls you loved to run your hands through had now become flat and side-swept. you silently cursed yourself for ever teaching him how to use a flat iron so he could help you do your hair.

"well y'know you could say hi-" he chuckled, enjoying your reaction to his new look. "like it?"

to be honest, you didn't hate it, as much as you wanted to. kyle had a way of making anything look good. it was more what it represented that made your stomach churn.

"you certainly look the part" you said, forcing a half-smile. "all you need now is a backwards cap and a blood alcohol content of .12%"

he laughed, walking over and nudging your arm. "c'mon babe. open mind, remember?"

you sighed. "right... open mind" you glanced over him again, noticing how the fabric of his clothes hugged his frame in a way that accentuated his muscles. "okay.. you do look really hot i'm just wor-"

"gonna stop ya right there." he gently placed a hand on your arm, giving you a warm smile. "thank you. i'm happy ya came."

"i'm... happy i'm here- well, with you anyway" you couldn’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift. kyle just had that effect on you.

"..seriously though," you started again, looking into his eyes with a hint of concern.

kyle’s expression softened as he wrapped an arm around your lower back. "i promise it's stoppin' here, alright? all this… it's just surface level. you still have me." he gestured vaguely to his clothes and hair. "this is still the same me."

you held his gaze, trying to believe him, though a small part of you still worried that he may fall in too deep.

"please baby, give em' a chance..."

"what kind of chance?" you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "because i was violated like three different ways just walking up to your room." the words came out half-joking, but there was an edge to your tone that kyle didn’t miss.

he straightened up, eyes narrowing, and his brow furrowed with a fierce protectiveness. "what happened?"

"i'm kidding... kinda. nothing crazy just a few wandering eyes" you waved it off, though the memory of being looked up and down like that made your skin crawl for a second.

"i'll talk to em' about it. if they say or do anything else, tell me. i'll cut their fuckin' balls off" his voice was serious, and though he didn't mean it literally, you knew he would go to war for the people he cared about.

"as long as i get to watch," you giggled, leaning into him a little more.

"...any chance you’ll stop using that flat iron, though?" you asked, giving his new hairstyle a gentle tease, still missing the curls that used to frame his face.

"when i'm dead." he chuckled with a cocky grin.

"we’ll see about that."

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[moonstruckme]

hmmm how about james potter and shy reader’s first kiss? 💘

Idk how this sat so long in my inbox, thank you for requesting (and for your patience) angel!

James Potter x shy!reader ♡ 998 words

You know James has been holding back on your account. He’s still a thousand times braver than you are, always with a hand cast over your shoulders or resting on your back or clasped around yours and compliments dropping from his lips like they’re nothing. You find it easier to reciprocate when he makes the first move like that. To lean into his side, tighten your fingers around his, smile and tell him he looks lovely, too. 

Tonight he seems to be taking things further, and you suspect you know why. He’s seemed reluctant to let you out of arm’s reach all night. Instead of just holding your hand, he’d played with your fingers while you’d sat in the cinema. He’d pushed your hair out of your face when you turned to talk to him, and a couple of times he’d wiped chocolate from the corner of your mouth that you suspect wasn’t really there. Now, as you’re walking home, he’s rubbing a slow, absentminded back-and-forth across the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels like he’s testing the waters. 

You’ve been dating for a while now. You’d wondered when it would come. 

James walks you up your front steps, every smile he beams your way worsening the bone-thuddering beat of your heart. It’s not necessarily James that scares you. He’s perfect and lovely and kind, and you want him close so badly it’s humiliating. 

He squeezes your hand in his, and your nerves misfire, the toe of your shoe catching on the top step. You gasp as you pitch forward, but James is quick. He grabs you around the middle and you save yourself with your other foot. 

“Whoa,” he laughs. “You alright?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Sorry, I don’t know how that happened.” 

“They are your own front steps,” James points out. There’s a knowing in his eyes, in the soft curl of his bottom lip, that makes your cheeks warm and your stomach flutter. “I hate to think of what unfamiliar steps do to you if you’re falling right outside your own home.” 

“I know.” You look down, pretending you need to check your shoelaces or brush off your pants or some other ruse he won’t believe, and try not to be so acutely aware of how he hasn’t let you go. “It’s humiliating. The neighbors will talk.” 

“Let me know if they do. I’ll set them straight.” 

You grin up at him. James’ expression is as warm as his voice. His eyes go molten as they meet yours, a look now familiar and yet newly thrilling every time. It makes your spine feel rubbery. 

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he says, voice gone a bit softer than usual. “I had a really great time.” 

“I did, too,” you reply earnestly. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

“You’re always invited, sweetheart.” His touch slips from around your middle, taking your hand again. “See you Friday, then?” 

When you’d told James how busy you’d be this week, he’d penciled himself into your schedule for Friday, when the pandemonium will have ceased. He wants to cook you dinner. You think you’ll likely deliquesce into a heart-shaped puddle when he does. 

“See you then.” You smile, and he smiles back, and then intention solidifies in his gaze.

You hold your breath. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. 

“Please.” The word leaves you on a sigh, and then James is stepping closer to you, your fingers tightening on his. 

The first soft press of his mouth is gentle and chaste. Warm, like the rest of him, like sunlight given form. His hand comes up to hold the side of your face, and you lean into the touch on instinct, slotting your nose alongside his to get him closer. It starts so slow and lovely you’re not sure you can handle anything more, but then James parts his lips and you mirror him reflexively and his sunlight is pouring into you. 

You let go of his hand to wrap both your arms around his neck. James smiles against your lips as you press closer to him, his hand gentle on your face as he slows you both down again with sweet, soft kisses to your bottom lip. 

“Easy,” he says, his own voice slightly hoarse now. It sends shivers down your spine, light as a feather’s touch. “Let’s give the neighbors one headline at a time, yeah? Don’t want to overwhelm the presses.” 

You’re lost for words. You let your forehead rest against his, eyes still closed, savoring the warmth emanating from your lips. 

“Angel, you with me?” James tilts his head up so his nose bumps into yours. You feel your lips curve of their own volition. “Was that okay?” 

You hum. “You’re right,” you say, impressed with how normal you manage to sound. “I think we should go inside so they’re left to wonder.” 

That earns you a hearty laugh, James grasping your shoulders when you’re forced away from him by the raucousness of it. 

“You said you were tired just a few minutes ago,” he reminds you. 

“I feel awake now.” 

He laughs again, delighted, and your face warms at your own brazenness. James lets his touch slip down your arms to your hands again, taking them in his and squeezing reassuringly. 

“As much as I’d like to,” he says, “you’ve got a big week. I should let you get to bed. Plus—” he gives you a roguish grin “—keeping you wanting more is how I get you to let me in here on Friday.”

You grin down at your shoes. “That’s very conniving of you.” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m nefarious that way. But one more.” 

James tilts your face up with a hand, pressing one quick, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling out of your reach. You know you look as surprised as you feel, because his eyes dance with amusement as he backs down the stairs, his smile poorly repressed. 

“See you Friday, sweetheart.” 

[achilles-rage]

Good Luck Charm: Chapter 20

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you go back to school early to attend a new year’s eve party.

word count: 3.5k

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warnings: a hint of smut, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

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Two long weeks later, it’s finally time for you and Evan to go back to school. You continued to sneak into Evan’s room each night, and had managed not to get caught each time his hands started to wander, innocent touches becoming something entirely different.

While you did tease him about keeping his hands to himself the first night, you were a little surprised when his hands traveled down your soft tummy and traced the waistband of your panties. You almost stopped him; the fear of getting caught clear in your mind, but your words were cut short when his hand dipped under the fabric and ghosted over your clit. His lips were on yours before you could make a sound, and when he finally pushed his cock into your dripping cunt, his lips were replaced with his hand as he whispered how good you were being into your ear.

This morning is no different. You wake up early; earlier than either of your parents, Evan’s bare chest against your back warming you up immensely.

“Are you sad to be leaving?” he whispers, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. You hum softly, shrugging as you think about it. You turn in his grip before you answer, unable to fight back a smile as Evan’s face studies yours with a lovesick expression.

“I love my parents, but I think I get along with them better when we’re apart. Spending some time with them is nice, but I’m glad I’m not living here all the time.” you tell him in the same hushed tone. He nods, seeming to understand where you’re coming from. When he’s at school, sometimes his parents call to catch up, and he can almost pretend that he’s close with his parents when that happens.

“I’m glad. Because now we can go to the New Year’s party at Delta Phi.” he says in a teasing tone. You roll your eyes, laughing softly. He practically begged you to leave a couple of days early so you’d be back for the party once he found out that the theme of the party was to celebrate the university’s sports teams. “Now I can see you in my jersey again. Like old times.” is how he put it when he asked, and you couldn’t say no.

It had been a while since you were able to wear his jersey, and the last time you had, he ended up in the hospital, so a part of you was eager to get some better memories of wearing it.

“You really do like to party, don’t you?” you tease, laughing as he scoffs.

“Come on, they’re fun. You can’t tell me you didn’t like the parties I brought you to, other than the first one.” he says, his jaw clenching when he speaks about the first party you went to a party with him. He still has to see Jared at practice, but for the most part, Jared tries to steer clear of him, and he’s thankful. As much as he wants to fucking kill him for what he did, he knows that wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Alright, they’re not as bad as I thought they’d be. But that doesn’t mean I’d pick going to a party over, like, a movie night. But I like when you get all protective.” you tease, leaning in to kiss him softly. You can feel his fist clenching at your side, where he was holding your hip, and you know what he’s thinking about. You’ve stuck close to Evan at every party since then, and he always has to have a hand on you. Either an arm around your shoulder, or his hand in yours, or on the small of your back. He won’t let you leave his sight.

“Gotta protect my girl. Always.” he tells you earnestly, his hand unclenching as he lets out a breath. He knows he’s more upset about the situation than you are, even though it happened to you, but he can’t help it. He still feels a little guilty for even losing you in the first place.

“And you always do. From people and from the dark.” you tease, and he chuckles. Then in an instant, he moves to pin you to the bed, his body positioning itself between your legs, making you squeal softly in surprise as you giggle. He shushes you softly, lowering his face to the crook of your neck as his hands pin your wrists to the bed beside your head.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. I’ve gotten through two weeks without your dad hating my guts. Can’t start now.” he murmurs against your neck before beginning to trail kisses across your skin. You bite your lip as you tilt your head back, reveling in the feeling of his lips on you. Truth be told, your mom has caught you a couple of times in his room, not that either of you have been awake to notice. She stands near the door with a smile on her face each time, seeing you cuddled up together. She thinks it’s sweet, and she’d never tell your dad, anyway. This is not one of those mornings, evidently.

“We can’t have that.” you whisper, meeting his gaze as he pulls away from your neck. He smirks, moving your wrists up above your head and grabbing them with one hand, then his other moves down to push your shirt up over your plush tummy and chest.

Once your shirt is bunched up above your tits, his eyes trail down your body as he licks his lips. He’s so glad you only ever sleep with an oversized shirt and panties, like you’re just begging him to take care of you.

He leans down and gives you a short, but passionate, kiss, then moves down to your neck again. You bite your lip as his kisses move further down your neck, and he moves his face away for just long enough to move below your shirt, then begins to kiss down the valley of your breasts to your round tummy. He hums softly as he presses featherlight kisses to the skin littered with stretch marks, nipping and sucking softly as he goes.

He loves marking your tummy; he loves seeing the marks that are for his eyes only, and he likes the way it makes you squirm, but he also loves it seems to make you feel more confident. He loves your soft belly, and he’ll keep leaving marks across it until you love it completely, too.

His hands move down to your hips, grabbing and harshly pulling your panties down your legs with a low grunt, now leaning back on his knees to look at all of you.

“God, I love you.” he whispers once you’re left in nothing but your bunched up shirt, his fingers moving up your inner thighs.

You inhale a shaky breath as he leans down until his face is directly in front of your core. He smirks as he keeps eye contact with you, and the last thing he says before his tongue makes contact with your slick folds is “My gorgeous girl. I’m gonna ruin you.”

You get back to your apartment at around 6, which is still much earlier than when you have to go to the party, but after waking up early and driving all day, you feel like you need a nap before you get ready. Buck dropped you off, and after insisting on carrying your bags up for you, he gave you a sweet kiss and told you he’d be back around 10:00 before he went back to his place.

Your eyelids flutter open an hour or so later, and since you showered this morning, and you know you’ll probably get some form of alcohol spilled on you tonight, you don’t bother showering. Since you now have some time before Evan picks you up, you drag yourself out of bed and into the living room, flopping down onto the couch your roommate isn’t currently sprawled out on.

“How was your break?” she asks innocently, although her expression is anything but. She knows you brought Evan to meet your parents, and she has been patiently waiting since you left for any little detail of your visit. You didn’t want to tell her over text, so you kept telling her you’d update her when you got back. And since she got back four days before you did, she had begged you to tell her, claiming she was too bored and lonely all alone to wait.

“Well, my dad doesn’t hate him.” you tell her with a smile. She laughs, rolling onto her side to face you with a smirk.

“Tell me everything right now.” she urges, and you roll your eyes. She watches you intently as you begin to tell her, leaving out the parts about you sneaking into his bed every night, for the most part.

Just like promised, Evan buzzes your apartment intercom at 10pm, and your roommate lets him in, as you’re still finishing up your makeup. It’s nothing crazy, just some mascara and lip gloss, but you waited a little too long before you started to get ready; instead spending your time catching up with your roommate.

He walks into the bathroom, eyes trailing down your figure as you bend over the counter to touch up your lip gloss. You’re wearing your favourite pair of jeans and a white long sleeve shirt, knowing you’ll get cold in just Evan’s jersey on the walk to and from the party. You jump slightly in surprise as Evan lets out a low whistle, turning to see him leaning in the doorway. He’s wearing a white hoodie under his own jersey, and you can’t help your eyes traveling down to his broad chest. God, how did you get so lucky?

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asks in a teasing tone, closing the distance between you and dropping your jersey onto the counter before he pulls your hips against his. He meets your lips in a kiss, and you whine softly as you pull back, frowning.

“I just put on lip gloss.” you say, fighting back a smile as you look up at his lips, now shiny and glittery. You reach up and wipe it off with your thumb, and he chuckles softly once you pull your hand away.

“And you can put on some more. I wanna kiss you.” he tells you sternly, then leans in for another kiss.

“Your teammates are gonna make fun of you if you keep doing that. You’re gonna walk into the party with lip gloss all over your face.” you tease once you lean back again, but letting him kiss you for longer this time. You wipe off the lip gloss again, then push him away by putting your hands on his chest. He rolls his eyes, but lets you push him back, then watches you intently as you turn back to the mirror and fix your makeup.

Once you’re finished, you grab the jersey off the counter and throw it on, tucking one side into your jeans so it doesn’t look so awkwardly long.

“You ready, princess?” he asks once you turn to face him. You smile, nodding as you grab his hand and maneuver around him to lead him out of the bathroom. You meet your roommate near the door, ready to walk over with both of them. She’s going to the party anyway, and you’d rather her walk with you and Evan than walk over alone, even if she’s meeting some of her other friends there.

It’s a quick walk over, as your roommate is already a little drunk, and cannot seem to keep her mouth shut. You walk hand in hand with Evan as she walks in front of you, barely even paying attention as she rants on and on about the party.

“Is she gonna be okay once we get there? I kinda don’t want to leave her alone.” Evan whispers to you as she keeps talking. You look up at him, your heart swelling in your chest. You know he’s protective of you, but him being protective of your friend as well makes your heartbeat quicken.

“She’s meeting a few friends there; she should be fine. One of them is staying sober too, so she can keep an eye on her.” you tell him, and he nods slowly. Although this calms him, he still feels a little nervous about it.

“And, her friend’s boyfriend is on the lacrosse team. He said he’d keep an eye on them.” you tell him, and he nods, letting out a breath. That makes him feel a lot better.

“Yeah! He’s gonna set me up with a hot lacrosse player! It’s a sports party, and I don’t have a jersey. Gotta get one somewhere.” your roommate tells you as she turns her head to look over her shoulder at you two. You both let out laughs as she smirks and raises her brows a few times.

“I have faith in you.” Evan responds, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head. You watch as she turns on her heel and walks up to him, forcing you both to stop in your tracks. She raises a hand and puts it on his shoulder, looking up at him with a serious expression.

“You don’t know how much that means to me.” she says, swaying gently side to side. Evan furrows his brows as he lets out a confused laugh while you laugh loudly. Her head snaps to you as you laugh, then takes her hand off of Evan’s shoulder and puts it on yours.

“You’re so lucky you already have a jersey. I love you guys.” she tells you, then throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You stumble back, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around her torso, hugging her back.

“Alright, let’s go get you that jersey.” Evan says in a teasing tone, making eye contact with you over your roommate’s shoulder. He winks at you as she finally pulls away, mumbling a quiet “good idea” as she turns and starts walking towards the party again.

The party is in full swing once you drop your roommate off with her friends and Evan says hi to a bunch of his teammates throughout the party. You’re staying close to Evan, getting jostled around as people sway to the music and shove their way through the crowd around you. He keeps his arm firmly wrapped around your shoulder, only letting you go when he grabs both of you a beer. You aren’t a huge fan of the taste, but you take it with a smile, figuring that you’d rather be a little buzzed and deal with the taste than have to endure the lights and noise around you sober.

Just like clockwork, Evan starts to get more handsy when he’s a few drinks in, keeping his front pressed against your back as he holds you close to him. His arms are firmly wrapped around your waist, and his chin is resting on your shoulder as he sways you back and forth with the music.

“Have I told you how good you look in my jersey?” he says in your ear, practically having to yell in order for you to hear him over the music. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. You’ve had a few drinks, but you’re nowhere near drunk, not as drunk as him, and his clinginess makes your face heat up.

“Yeah, a couple times.” you respond in a teasing tone, turning in his grip to angle your face towards his. He grins, then leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck, mumbling a “good” as he does. You tilt your head to the side as he kisses you, grinning as you shake your head.

You continue to dance with him until it’s almost midnight, and you only stop when the party around you starts to feel even more chaotic, if at all possible. You turn in Evan’s grip, wrapping your arms around his neck once you’re face to face with him.

“Hi, baby.” he says over the music, and you giggle softly.

“Hi, my love. It’s almost midnight.” you reply, tilting your head to the side as he continues to sway you both back and forth.

“Yeah? What’s that thing people usually do at midnight, again?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, then gives you a wink. You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“I’m not sure, why?” you tease back, laughing more when he scoffs.

“I’m gonna kiss you so hard.” he says with a cocky tone, smirking. You rest your forehead on his chest as you laugh, closing your eyes. He’s such a dork when he gets like this, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Whatever you say, baby.” you tell him once you look up at him again, a smile spreading across your face. He’s about to reply when everyone begins to countdown, and he grins, moving one hand up to your jaw, tilting your head up further.

“I love you.” he whispers right as the clock strikes midnight, and then he meets your lips in a searing kiss. You smile against his lips, hands gripping the front of his jersey as you rise onto your toes, momentarily forgetting that you’re in a room full of people, not that anyone notices, or cares.

You keep one arm around his torso as you both walk up the walkway to his house, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leans against you. You fish his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door, which proves difficult as Buck leans against you from behind, hands and lips attached to you, and finally get him to his room. You push him back onto the bed, and he falls back with a low grunt, then smirks as he sits up on his elbows.

“I like where this is going.” he says, licking his lips as he eyes your soft figure. You roll your eyes, then walk over to the edge of the bed, urging him to sit up. You pull his jersey and hoodie over his head in one go, and he raises his arms to help you as you do. You then grab his hands and pull him to stand in front of you, telling him to take off his pants so he can change into sweats to go to bed.

“What are you doing to me? I am not that kind of girl.” he tells you sternly, but his hands move to make quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans. You giggle, watching him pull his pants down and then lay down to let you pull them off of him completely.

“No? Not even for me?” you ask in a sweet voice, a smirk on your face. He shrugs, pursing his lips as he studies your face, then after a moment, a smile erupts on his face.

“Alright. Maybe for you.” he murmurs. You hum softly, then grab a pair of his sweatpants from his closet and toss them at him. He puts them on haphazardly, then stands up and reaches for the hem of the jersey across your chest. “Your turn.” he mumbles as he begins to pull your jersey and your long sleeve shirt up and over your head.

Once your shirts are off, his hands move to your jeans, tugging them down. He watches as you step out of them, and then he grabs your jersey off the bed and puts it back on over your head, humming softly as it falls down your body.

“Perfect.” he murmurs, then cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses you sloppily. You kiss him back, hands resting on his chest as you part your lips, and he eagerily pushes his tongue into your mouth. Once his hands start to wander, grabbing your ass and pushing you against him, you break the kiss, looking up at his puffy lips and blown pupils.

You push him away, muttering a soft “lets go to bed.” He exhales a loud sigh, but obliges, laying down on his back on the bed, and holding his hand out for you to take. You grab it and let him pull you down onto him, resting your cheek against his chest. Once you’re comfortably laying on him, and your leg is thrown over his legs, he sighs in contentment.

“I think I’m gonna keep you forever.” he drawls, his eyelids beginning to grow heavy as he feels his body sinking into the bed and his sheets enveloping him in warmth. You smile, humming softly.

“You better.” you whisper, and he squeezes your thigh softly in response. You can hear his breathing becoming more steady, and you can tell he’s almost asleep, but you speak once more before he falls asleep.

“I love you.” you whisper.

“You know I love you, princess.” he mumbles before sleep finally overcomes him.

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✨His true fate - Part 8/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Some spicy scenes, Language, age gap

Word Count: 6601

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jared's teasing demeanor softened into a more serious expression as he glanced at Jensen, a hint of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "So, you guys didn’t settle on where this is going for now?", he asked, his voice quieter than before.

Jensen shook his head, his smile fading slightly as he considered Jared's question. "No, not really", he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "It's still early, you know? We're taking it slow. But I can tell you one thing—it's definitely not just a hookup for either of us".

Jared nodded, his expression becoming thoughtful. "That's good to hear", he replied sincerely. "She seems great".

Jared’s expression softened with understanding as he continued, choosing his words carefully. “Just keep in mind, Jensen, that after you end things with Danneel, things with (Y/N) will probably be easier”, he said gently.

Jensen paused, setting down the dish he was holding and meeting Jared’s gaze seriously. He knew Jared meant well and appreciated his friend’s straightforwardness. “I know”, Jensen replied quietly. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I just need to figure things out with Danneel first”.

"Talking to my lawyer is a good move", Jared said, his voice filled with empathy. "He'll give you solid advice on how to handle everything".

Jensen sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "Yeah, I need all the tips I can get", he admitted, glancing down at the dishes he was supposed to be washing. "I've tried to bring up divorce with Danneel twice already, but she always manages to talk me down".

Jared frowned sympathetically. "She's good at that, isn't she?", he remarked, knowing Danneel's ability to sway Jensen's decisions. "Just stay strong, man. You know what you need to do".

Jensen nodded, his jaw tightening slightly with determination. "I do".

He glanced at his friend, noticing the hesitation before Jensen spoke again. There was a vulnerability in Jensen’s voice as he broached a different topic.

“You ever… believe in love at first sight?”, Jensen asked tentatively, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “Or fate, or… some shit like that?”.

Jared paused, surprised by the sudden change in conversation but understanding the underlying emotion behind Jensen’s question. He set aside the dish he was drying and turned to face Jensen fully, his expression thoughtful.

“Yeah, I think I do”, Jared replied sincerely.

Jensen nodded slowly, his gaze distant as he processed Jared’s words. “I guess I’m just wondering if… maybe there’s something like that out there for me too”, he admitted quietly, almost to himself.

Jared could sense Jensen's introspective mood, the weight of his contemplation palpable in the air between them. He leaned against the kitchen counter, folding his arms across his chest as he considered Jensen's question.

“Not to push your luck, but with (Y/N) and you, it pretty much seems like something like that”, Jared remarked with a reassuring smile, his tone gentle yet sincere.

Jensen looked up, meeting Jared’s eyes with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. He appreciated Jared’s optimism but couldn’t shake off the doubts that occasionally clouded his thoughts, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“I hope so”, Jensen replied quietly, his voice tinged with longing. “I really do”.

Jared nodded understandingly. “You’ve got a good thing going with her, Jensen”, he said earnestly. “Just take it one step at a time, and things will fall into place”.

Jensen managed a small smile, appreciating Jared’s words of encouragement. “Thanks, man”, he said sincerely, feeling a bit lighter knowing that his friend believed in him and (Y/N).

While Jensen spent time with Jared, you busied yourself unpacking the last of your stuff and decorating your apartment. You wanted everything to look nice when Jensen came over tomorrow. As you arranged a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table and fluffed up the pillows on the couch, your mind wandered to thoughts of what tomorrow might bring.

You didn’t know what to expect. Everything between you and Jensen had been moving quickly yet also cautiously. The visit today had felt like a milestone, a step closer to something more. But you were unsure where things would go from here. Would tomorrow be casual and comfortable, filled with laughter and easy conversation like today? Or would it be charged with a different kind of energy, exploring deeper connections and shared moments?

Despite the uncertainty, you felt a surge of anticipation and hope. Being with Jensen felt right, and you were willing to see where this journey would take you both.

As the evening settled in, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings for Jensen. The anticipation of his visit tomorrow filled you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had just finished dinner, tidying up the kitchen when your phone buzzed on the counter. You glanced at the screen and saw Ben's name. Your heart sank a little, the complicated nature of your relationship with him resurfacing.

Sighing, you picked up the phone, deciding to get this over with. “Hello?”.

“Hey”, Ben’s voice came through, casual and familiar. “How’s it going?”.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I’m fine, Ben. What do you want?”.

There was a pause on the other end, and you could almost hear him gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about us”, he began, his voice hesitant. “I know things have been rocky, but I miss you. I want to work things out”.

His words sent a ripple of emotions through you—anger, sadness, and a hint of nostalgia for what once was. But they were quickly overshadowed by the clarity of how much you had changed since you last saw him.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before responding firmly. “Ben, I already told you I needed a break. We can’t keep going in circles like this”.

Ben’s voice took on a pleading tone. “I can change, (Y/N). I know I messed up, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us”.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sympathy. “Ben, it’s not just about you changing. It’s about us not being right for each other anymore. We’ve grown apart, and we need to accept that”.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and you could almost hear Ben processing your words. Finally, he spoke again, his voice tinged with desperation. “But we had something good, didn’t we? We can get that back”.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of Ben's words pressing on you. His plea for another chance stirred memories of happier times, but they were overshadowed by the pain of betrayal.

"Oh, you mean the good times before you cheated on me?", you snapped, unable to hold back the bitterness in your voice. The hurt and anger surged through you, fueled by months of confusion and heartache.

Ben audibly swallowed, his voice faltering slightly. "I… I regret that. I made a mistake", he admitted, his tone pleading.

"You made a choice", you countered sharply, your emotions raw. "A choice that changed everything between us".

"I know", Ben replied quietly. "And I've been trying to make amends ever since".

"It's not that simple", you replied, your voice softening despite your resolve. "Trust doesn't come back overnight, Ben. It's been hard for me to even consider trusting you again".

There was a heavy silence on the line as both of you grappled with the weight of your words. You could hear Ben struggling to find the right response, his breaths coming out in uneven intervals.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice thick with emotion. "I still love you, (Y/N). I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to you".

You closed your eyes, battling conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to believe him, to grasp onto the hope that things could be repaired. But another part knew that moving forward meant letting go of the past.

"I need time", you said finally, your voice steady but firm. "Time to heal, time to figure out what's best for me".

"I understand", Ben replied softly. "Just… don't shut me out completely, okay?".

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "I won't", you assured him, feeling a twinge of guilt for the pain you were causing him.

With a heavy heart, you ended the call, setting your phone down on the table beside you. The weight of the conversation hung in the air, but alongside the sadness was a glimmer of relief—a step toward closure.

Meanwhile Jensen propped himself up against the headboard, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow across the room. He held his phone steady as JJ’s face appeared on the screen, her tired eyes gazing back at him.

"Hey", Jensen greeted softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "How was your day?".

JJ yawned, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "It was okay", she murmured, her voice small through the phone's speaker. "But I miss you, Dad".

Jensen's heart twinged with longing. "I miss you too, sweetheart", he replied gently. "I wish I could be there with you".

JJ nodded, her expression solemn. "When are you coming back home?", she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

"I'll be back soon", Jensen reassured her, his tone comforting. "Just a few more days".

JJ sighed softly, shifting in her bed. "Okay", she replied quietly, though her eyes still held a hint of sadness.

Jensen’s chest tightened with the ache. "Tell me about school", he prompted, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you finish that book you were reading?".

JJ brightened a little, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! It was really good", she exclaimed, launching into an animated description of the story.

As JJ talked, Jensen listened intently, his heart swelling with pride and love for his daughter.

After a while Jensen set his phone down on the nightstand, he heard JJ’s small voice mumble through the still-active call.

“Dad, you’re never home”, JJ murmured, her words tinged with a mix of sadness and accusation.

Jensen’s heart sank further, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on him. He picked up the phone again, his expression full of regret. “I know, JJ”, he said softly. “I’m really sorry about that. I miss you so much”.

“Why can’t you be here more?”, JJ asked, her voice trembling slightly. “I just want things to be like they used to be”.

Jensen took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain a situation far too complex for her to fully understand. “I’m trying to figure things out, sweetheart”, he replied gently. “It’s complicated, but I’m doing everything I can to make things better. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can”.

JJ nodded, though her expression remained troubled. “Okay, Dad. I just miss you. And I wish Mommy wouldn’t get mad so much”.

Jensen felt a surge of anger and helplessness, wishing he could shield JJ from the turmoil at home. “I miss you too, JJ. Just remember, no matter what, I’m always here for you. You can call me anytime, okay?”.

“Okay”, JJ said softly. “Love you, Dad”.

“Love you too”, Jensen replied, his voice filled with emotion.

As the next day dawned, you decided to head out for some shopping. You picked up a variety of snacks and drinks, including beer and whiskey, not entirely sure of Jensen’s preferences. After loading everything into your car, you drove back home, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

Once home, you decided to indulge in a relaxing spa day. You filled the bathtub with warm water, adding your favorite bath salts to create a soothing atmosphere. As the tub filled, you set out your razor and shaving cream, determined to be prepared for whatever might happen later. You slipped into the warm water, letting the tension melt away as you took your time shaving, making sure you felt your best.

As you settled back into the tub, savoring the tranquility, your phone vibrated on the edge of the sink. You reached for it, seeing a message from Jensen. The simple text made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey there”, Jensen’s message read, making your heart skip a beat as you read it. “How’s your day going? Is 7 pm good for you?”.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him later. Quickly drying your hands, you replied, “Hey, I’m just a bit tired, might take a nap before you get here. And 7 pm sounds perfect”.

Jensen’s reply came swiftly, his playful tone evident even through text. “A nap, huh? Making sure you’re well-rested for me, I see. Smart move. See you at 7”,

After sending your reply, you settled back into the warm bath, allowing the soothing water to ease away any lingering tension. The relaxing soak helped clear your mind, and after a while, you stepped out of the tub feeling refreshed and calm. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you made your way to your bedroom, ready for a quick nap to ensure you were well-rested for the evening ahead.

Meanwhile, at Jared’s house, Jensen was preparing for the evening as well. He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the stress of the past few days. The anticipation of seeing you again filled him with a sense of eagerness and excitement.

After Jensen finished his shower, he stepped out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry himself off. He ran the towel over his damp skin, the warmth and scent of the shower gel lingering on him. His thoughts were focused on the evening ahead, the prospect of seeing you bringing a smile to his face.

Once he was dry, Jensen headed to his room to decide on an outfit. Tonight was casual yet he wanted to look good for you. He settled on a pair of black jeans that fit him well, emphasizing his toned legs. For the top, he opted for a fitted black long-sleeve shirt, the fabric stretching slightly around his biceps.

After selecting his outfit, Jensen moved to the bathroom mirror to style his hair. He ran a comb through it, adding just the right amount of product to achieve a casual yet polished look. Satisfied with his appearance, he reached for his favorite cologne and spritzed a generous amount on his neck and wrists, wanting to leave a lasting impression.

Just as he finished, Jared walked into the room, a casual question on his lips. “Hey, Jensen, do you know how to make a cheese sau—”, Jared’s sentence trailed off as he entered, stopping short and chuckling at the scene before him. Jensen was practically standing in a cloud of cologne, the scent lingering heavily in the air.

“Whoa, man!”, Jared exclaimed, laughing. “Did you drown yourself in cologne or what? Trying to knock her out with that?”.

Jensen turned towards Jared, a sheepish grin on his face as he asked, “Too much?”, He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little lost. It had been a while since he had been on a real date, let alone one that he had high hopes for, especially with everything else going on in his life.

Jared chuckled, shaking his head as he took in Jensen’s slightly bewildered expression. “Yeah, man, just a tad”, he replied, trying to suppress his amusement. “But hey, at least you’ll smell unforgettable”.

Jensen laughed softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement building up inside him. “I just want tonight to go well, you know?”, he admitted, his voice earnest. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this”.

Jared’s expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I get it, Jensen��, he said, his tone sincere. “Just be yourself. (Y/N) likes you for you, cologne cloud and all”.

Jared crossed his arms and watched Jensen as he carefully put on his watch, then observed his friend glance at his ring finger. Jensen hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought, before decisively pulling off his wedding ring and placing it on the small shelf above the sink.

Jared's expression remained neutral, knowing better than to comment on such a personal decision. He respected Jensen's space, understanding the complexities involved in Jensen's situation with Danneel.

"You okay?", Jared asked gently, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Jensen nodded, though his expression reflected a mixture of relief and sadness. "Yeah, it's just… feels weird, you know?", he admitted.

Jared nodded in understanding, offering Jensen a reassuring smile. "You're doing what's best for you and for (Y/N)", he said quietly. "That's what matters".

Jensen took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. With a final glance at his reflection in the mirror, he turned towards Jared with a determined expression. "Thanks, man", he said sincerely. "For everything".

Jared nodded, clapping Jensen on the shoulder in a show of support. "Anytime, buddy. Now go get 'em", he said with a grin.

After your refreshing nap, you woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nerves about the evening ahead. As you stood in front of your closet, you debated over what to wear, your thoughts lingering on the possibility of something happening with Jensen. Eventually, you settled on a delicate lace bra and matching thong in a deep, alluring red, thinking that someone of Jensen’s age and taste would appreciate the choice.

With your underwear sorted, you opted for a more casual yet cute outfit, given that you would be watching a movie and staying in. You slipped into a pair of comfortable yoga pants that hugged your curves in all the right places and paired them with a slightly oversized shirt that offered a relaxed, yet stylish look.

Satisfied with your outfit, you took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your hair and touching up your makeup. You wanted to strike the perfect balance between looking effortless and feeling confident.

After a while, just as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup, the doorbell rang, sending a flutter of anticipation through you. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you glanced once more in the mirror to ensure everything looked just right before making your way to the door.

Opening it, you were greeted by the sight of Jensen standing there, looking handsome and relaxed in his black jeans and fitted black long-sleeve shirt. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Hey”, Jensen greeted warmly.

“Hey”, you replied with a grin, stepping aside to invite him in. “Come on in”.

Jensen stepped inside, looking around with an appreciative gaze. “It’s exactly how I imagined your apartment to look like”, he remarked, his eyes taking in the modern white furniture and pastel-colored decorations that adorned the space.

“Really?”, you asked, pleased with his comment. “What do you mean?”.

Jensen chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s just… it’s very you. Modern, clean, and stylish. It’s a refreshing change from how my house looks. My wife’s taste is the complete opposite”.

You nodded, understanding the subtle comparison he was making.

You cleared your throat, trying to ease the slight awkwardness that settled in the air after Jensen's unintentional comparison. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment", you said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jensen turned towards you, his expression sincere. "It definitely is", he assured you, his voice warm. He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Sorry, that was a bit… not what I meant", he muttered, realizing his slip-up. "I didn't mean to bring her up or compare…".

You waved off his apology gently, understanding the complexities of his situation. "It's okay, Jensen", you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm reassuringly. "No harm done".

Jensen sighed, his gaze meeting yours with gratitude. "Thanks", he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I just… I don't want to mess this up".

You squeezed his arm gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "You're not messing anything up", you assured him. "Let's just enjoy tonight, okay?".

Jensen nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Yeah, okay", he agreed, his tone more confident now.

"You smell good", you mumbled before turning around. Jensen grinned, thinking about Jareds teasing. "Thanks".

You walked into your open kitchen, Jensen following close behind. As you headed for the fridge, you glanced back at him over your shoulder, a small smile playing on your lips. “So, what can I get you to drink?”, you asked, your voice light with a touch of nervous excitement.

Jensen leaned against the countertop, watching you with an appreciative gaze. “Hmm, surprise me”, he replied casually, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You nodded, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of options. “Well, I’ve got beer, whiskey, some wine, and a few non-alcoholic options too”, you listed, turning around to face him.

Jensen’s smile widened. “How about a beer for starters?”, he suggested, his gaze lingering on you.

“Sure thing”, you said with a nod, reaching for a bottle of beer from the fridge. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed against his briefly, sending a jolt of warmth through you. You couldn’t help but notice the lingering scent of his cologne, which intensified as he leaned closer.

You bit your lip and grabbed a soda for yourself, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify as Jensen’s eyes continued to roam around your apartment. He took another sip of his beer, still leaning against the countertop, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Did you clean for me coming over, or are you just a clean person in general?”, Jensen asked, his tone teasing but genuinely curious.

You shrugged and grinned, feeling a bit playful. “A little of both, I guess”, you admitted. “I like to keep things tidy, but I might have done an extra sweep before you came over”.

Jensen chuckled. “Well, it shows. Your place looks great”.

You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks at his compliment. “Thanks”, you said softly.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, both of you sipping your drinks and stealing glances at each other. There was an unspoken tension between you, the memory of the kiss you shared lingering in the air. Jensen hadn’t kissed you when he arrived, and you found yourself wondering if he wanted to but hesitated.

For Jensen, the drive to your apartment had been filled with anticipation. All he could think about was the moment his lips would meet yours again. But when he saw you, looking so effortlessly beautiful, he found himself chickening out, unsure if it was too soon or if you even wanted it.

You broke the comfortable silence with a smile, wanting to ease any lingering tension between you and Jensen. "So, how did you spend yesterday?", you asked casually, hoping to shift the focus to something light and enjoyable.

Jensen's face lit up as he recounted his day. "Jared and I went jet skiing on the river", he replied, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "It's something we haven't done in a long time, just the two of us".

You nodded, imagining the scene. "That sounds like fun", you commented, genuinely interested. "Must have been nice to unwind and spend some time outdoors".

"Yeah, it was", Jensen agreed with a smile. "It felt good to do something different for a change".

As he spoke, you found yourself relaxing more, enjoying the easy conversation between you. The tension that had lingered earlier seemed to melt away as you both settled into a comfortable rhythm of sharing stories and laughter.

As you continued your conversation, moving from small talk to more meaningful topics, you found yourselves seated comfortably on the couch, facing each other. The atmosphere was relaxed, with occasional bursts of laughter and moments of shared understanding.

At one point, you mentioned your dislike for Harry Styles’ music when Jensen unexpectedly brought up attending one of his concerts. His explanation came swiftly, “It was for my daughter”, he admitted, his voice catching slightly in his throat. The admission slipped out before he could think better of it, and he noticed your surprised expression.

You paused for a moment, processing this new information. Jensen hadn’t mentioned having children before, and you understood why—he didn’t want to overwhelm you or potentially scare you off with his family situation.

“Oh”, you responded softly, trying to keep your tone neutral. “You have kids?”.

Jensen nodded, a mix of emotions flickering across his face—vulnerability, uncertainty, and a hint of worry. “Uhm… Yeah, I do”. he confirmed, his gaze meeting yours earnestly. “I haven’t brought it up before because… there was already so much you had to take in”.

You nodded slowly, trying to compose yourself. Jensen was indeed a grown man, but hearing that he also had kids added another layer of complexity and maturity to his character. It was a reminder that he had a life beyond what you had seen so far, with responsibilities and priorities that extended far beyond your budding relationship.

“Wow”, you finally responded, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice. “How many kids do you have?”.

Jensen shifted slightly, looking relieved that you weren’t reacting too negatively to the revelation. “I have three”, he answered quietly, his tone soft yet proud. “Two daughters and a son”.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. A playful smile tugged at your lips as you looked at Jensen, deciding to take a chance with a teasing comment. “So, you’re a real daddy, huh?”, you said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

Jensen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a slow, amused smile spread across his face. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh, I see what you did there”, he replied, his tone playful yet slightly self-deprecating. “I guess I am”.

You laughed, feeling the tension ease as the mood lightened. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist”, you said, still smiling. “But seriously, it’s really impressive how you manage everything. Being a dad and handling your career… it can’t be easy”.

Jensen’s smile softened, a touch of vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s definitely a balancing act”, he admitted.

Jensen saw an opportunity to delve into more personal topics, wanting to get to know you better on a deeper level. He cleared his throat, looking at you with a hint of curiosity and playfulness in his eyes. “But you’re not into that daddy kink stuff, right?”, he asked carefully.

You chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, blushing as you shook your head. “No, not really”, you replied, still smiling. “But…”. You stopped yourself, suddenly feeling shy and blushing even more.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in slightly. “But?”, he prompted, his voice soft and encouraging.

You took a deep breath, mumbling shyly, “But I am sure into dirty talk”.

Jensen’s smirk widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement and interest. “Oh, really?”, he said, his tone low and flirtatious. “Well, that’s good to know”.

Jensen leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he teased, “Well, someone’s full of surprises tonight”, His voice carried a low, suggestive tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You giggled nervously, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of bashfulness at his response. “I guess you could say that”, you replied coyly, meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye.

He leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “You know, I think I’m starting to like these surprises”.

You raised an eyebrow playfully, a smirk forming on your lips as you teased Jensen in return. "So, it seems dirty talk isn't a red flag for you either?", you quipped, your voice laced with amusement and a touch of flirtation.

Jensen chuckled, his eyes sparkling with warmth and desire. "Definitely not a red flag", he replied, his tone filled with playful confidence. "In fact, I might even say it's a green light".

You grinned, feeling a surge of boldness as you leaned closer to him. "Oh, really now?", you murmured. "Well, I guess we'll have to see where this green light takes us".

The air around you seemed to crackle with anticipation, the playful banter weaving a web of attraction and desire between you. Jensen's gaze held yours, his expression filled with a mix of admiration and a growing hunger for more.

Jensen's smile widened, clearly enjoying the effect his teasing had on you. “So, do you have more green lights for me?”, he asked.

Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but you didn't back down. Instead, you licked your lips slowly, meeting his gaze with a confident glint in your eyes. “Wouldn't it be more interesting for you to find out?”, you replied, your voice a sultry whisper.

Jensen’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and desire. He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Is that an invitation?”.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his proximity, his words sending a thrill through you. “Maybe it is”, you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with unmistakable intent.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin as he held your gaze. “Then I guess I’d better start finding out”, he said softly, his voice laced with anticipation and a promise of more to come.

The air between you seemed to pulse with electricity, the playful teasing giving way to a deeper, more intense connection. Jensen’s eyes searched yours, waiting for your response, his touch a gentle yet insistent reminder of the chemistry that had been building between you.

Your heart began to race the moment Jensen’s touch connected with your skin. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck you, sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to steady yourself, and mumbled, “We said we wanted to take it slow…”.

But Jensen’s response was immediate and decisive. With one hand cupping your waist, he pulled you gently but firmly onto his lap, pressing you flush against his solid chest. The sudden proximity made your breath catch, and you could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours.

“I know we did”, he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through your body. “But some things are worth speeding up for”.

He gazed into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and tenderness. The intensity of his gaze made you feel as if the world around you had melted away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate bubble.

You swallowed hard, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. “Jensen…”, you whispered, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me if you want me to stop”.

But any words you might have formed evaporated the moment Jensen’s lips found the soft spot just below your ear. The gentle kiss sent a shiver of pleasure through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

That simple, involuntary sound was enough to make Jensen’s arousal evident. You could feel his erection growing beneath you, pressing firmly against you in a way that sent waves of heat through your body. The realization made you gasp softly, your body responding instinctively to his touch.

Jensen’s hands moved with purpose, one sliding up your back, drawing you even closer, while the other gripped your hip with a possessive firmness that made your heart race. He kissed down your neck, each touch of his lips igniting a trail of fire on your skin. You arched into him, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as his lips found new sensitive spots, making you shiver and moan softly.

His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing the line of your spine, sending delicious shivers through you. The feel of his rough, calloused hands against your smooth skin was intoxicating, making you crave more of his touch. You could feel your own arousal building, a deep, insistent ache between your thighs that begged for relief.

Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent, his lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he sucked and bit gently. Each touch sent a spark of electricity through your body, heightening your arousal. You could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against you, the friction driving you crazy with desire.

With a rough urgency, Jensen’s hands gripped your hips and pressed you down more firmly against him, causing you to gasp at the intensified sensation. The heat between you was almost overwhelming, your bodies moving instinctively against each other.

You managed to find your voice, your breath hitching as you whispered, “We… we were going to watch a movie…”.

Jensen’s hands paused for a moment as he heard your whispered words, his touch lightening slightly but still lingering on your hips. His lips, warm and moist from kissing your neck, hovered close to your ear.

“We can still watch a movie”, he murmured huskily, his breath sending tingles down your spine. “But right now, I want you more than anything”.

You shivered at his words, feeling the weight of his desire pressing against you both physically and emotionally. Despite the initial intention to take things slow, the raw intensity between you was undeniable, drawing you closer with each passing second.

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts—desire battling with caution, yearning fighting against the need to maintain control. But as Jensen’s hands traced patterns on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles, it became increasingly difficult to resist him.

Jensen’s mind was a whirlwind of desire and need, his thoughts almost entirely consumed by the longing to be closer to you. As he held your hips tightly, feeling the heat between you, he could barely think straight. The urge to be inside you was overwhelming, an almost desperate craving that he couldn’t explain.

With more need, his hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. But just as he began to lift your shirt, a flicker of hesitation hit you. You placed your hands on his, stopping them from moving any further.

Jensen drew back slightly, his brow furrowing in confusion as he looked into your eyes. “You´re okay?”, he asked softly, his voice a mix of concern and tenderness.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes meeting Jensen’s with a mix of vulnerability and nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “It’s been a while… I’m kinda nervous about it”.

Jensen pulled back slightly more, his gaze intent and searching. “How long?”, he asked directly, his tone gentle but curious.

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you cleared your throat, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Uhm… maybe three years”, you whispered softly.

Jensen’s face fell forward, resting against your collarbone as he let out a low, strained growl. “Fuck”, he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.. “You’re practically a fucking virgin all over again”, he said, his voice a mix of awe and frustration.

Jensen’s words hung in the air, charged with a mix of desire and concern. The thought of how long it had been since you last had sex turned him on even more, but he was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with it. He didn’t want to rush anything or make you feel uncomfortable.

Sensing your tension, Jensen sighed deeply, his breath warm against your skin. He gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a tender, understanding gaze. "You want to watch that movie now?", he asked softly, his voice laced with care and a hint of disappointment.

He hoped you might decline the offer to watch the movie, silently expressing his desire for more. But he also knew it was important to respect your comfort level and give you the space you needed.

You nodded softly, surprised by your own shyness. Jensen’s understanding and patience made you feel safe, but there was an unexpected fear lurking in the back of your mind. The fact that he was older and an actor, with undoubtedly more experience, intimidated you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had been with women far more beautiful than you, and that thought scared you off.

Jensen swallowed hard, taking in your nod and the emotions flickering across your face. He could sense your hesitation and the underlying fears you weren’t voicing. “Alright”, he mumbled softly.

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of your insecurities, and Jensen gave you a small, reassuring smile. Trying to lighten the mood, he said with a low chuckle, “I could really use a whiskey now”.

You stood up, ready to get the whiskey for him, and as you moved to the kitchen, Jensen took the opportunity to adjust himself. He tugged on his jeans, trying to shift his erection to a more comfortable position. The desire was still there, but he wanted to make sure you felt at ease and not pressured.

In the kitchen, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, pouring a glass of whiskey for Jensen and one for yourself. You returned to the living room, handing Jensen his drink with a small smile. He accepted it gratefully, taking a long sip to steady himself.

“Thank you”, he said, his voice a bit more relaxed now. He patted the spot next to him on the couch, inviting you to sit back down.

You sat down next to Jensen, feeling the warmth of his body as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. You shot your whiskey in one go, the liquid burning a comforting path down your throat. Jensen chuckled softly at your bold move, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got”, he said, looking through the movie options. You tried to focus on the movie selection, but Jensen’s touch made it increasingly difficult.

Finally, you settled on a movie, trying to calm your racing heart. Jensen shifted slightly, pulling you even closer against him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 9

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