#FULL CIRCLE MOMENT BABYYY

[luminousstardust]

thinking about how luz was the light the boiling isles needed. not only is it literally her name, but it’s the first spell she learned how to “communicate” with the titan. and it’s the spell that was able to wake everyone up from their nightmares and the puppet spell. it’s the spell that got rid of that god-awful belos goop. she’s the light.

[changbunnies]

Crave, Final (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, some slight angst, more porn with plot <3

♡ Word Count: 5.1k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: this is the final part! please read the previous parts before this one <3 part 1, part 2, part 3, supernatural abilities, mentions of dying and going to hell (nothing bad happens to reader i promise), hyunjin feels a lot of guilt over being a liar and loving reader, hyun's demon side makes its full appearance!, brief mention of blood.

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): we are going full on demon / monster fucker in this part babyyy, pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "good girl"), dom/sub dynamics with switch vibes, some more biting and marking, improper use of a tail :) take that as you will :), oral (m receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, creampie.

♡ Notes: i'm gonna be real with ya'll i worked so hard to get this out quickly cause a game i've been waiting for comes out this week and the internet is going to be dead to me while i play it fdfgdfgdf so if i'm a ghost for a while after this upload that's why!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Unsurprisingly, Hyunjin is first to awake despite having fallen asleep after you. Even without the exhausting pleasure gauntlet he subjected your body to, he would’ve woken first regardless; as a being who doesn’t require sleep, he doesn’t stay in that state for nearly as long as a human does. And even then it’s not a “true” sleep; it’s more like a meditative state, that surely did help give his mind and body rest, but was wholly unnecessary when it came to his ability to function. 

Given that he’s already forced the state once tonight, it’d be almost impossible to do so again as it’s simply not in his biology to do so. And despite himself, he still wants to linger; so he closes his eyes again, and though sleep does not return to him, he stays that way- holding you close, listening to your deep, slow breaths, his fingers lazily and softly tracing over your skin. 

The meditative state he’d been in for the last few, entirely too short hours did thankfully offer some much needed clarity to his racing mind. Hyunjin, grappling with the fact that he lost control of himself, carelessly (or maybe instinctively, unconsciously), bared his fangs to sink into your skin and mark you like a werewolf would his mate left him both ashamed and frightened for what would come next. 

It’s far from Hyunjin’s proudest moment, and never before has he had to grapple with the possibility of losing something important to him. There’s part of him that still doesn’t even fully understand why you’re important to him. He’s a demon for fuck’s sake- demons don’t fall in love with humans, they manipulate humans to fall in love with them. They destroy human’s lives for fun, they take and ruin and feed until their prey is left with nothing, and then they move on to the next person. 

And Hyunjin knew he was different from a standard demon, not just in physiology and intelligence but also in the way he approached life, but it still baffled him to realize just how different he truly was. He did the exact opposite of what other demons in the same position as him would have done; he could have charmed you for an easy fuck where you think you’re in love though he is a stranger and it would’ve been enough to satiate his need to have you. 

He could’ve avoided spendings months getting to know you, he could’ve manipulated you to suit his whims from the moment he formally met you instead of spending all his time to foster a real connection. He could’ve lied through his teeth at every moment, and while he certainly did lie, it was only ever necessary lies; he never, not even once, lied about something he felt or thought. Every glimpse into his personality, ideals, likes and dislikes were all genuine, when instead he could’ve just given you thoughtless answers that he thought you’d want to hear, never injecting his real self into the dynamic. 

But for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wanted you to love him- and not for some idealized man he crafted to meet your every need and preference, but to love him for who he actually is as a person. But.. he isn’t really a person, not in the way you are. Still, he followed that notion, and at every moment he was genuine; every look, every touch, every date and every gift- they were sincere admissions of a love he truly felt and wanted you to share, his proverbial heart being worn on his sleeve. 

It reached a point where lying to you ate away at him, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. In what reality did it make sense for him to confess that he’s a demon and for you to be okay with it? And his mistake has forced him to confront that difficult truth much sooner than he had hoped to, has given root to the fear of rejection, loss, and unrequited love- human emotions he never expected to feel, that he thought he was incapable of feeling in the first place.

All he can do is pray that when he tells you the truth about who he is, that you don’t turn away and rebuke him. And how ironic it is for him to pray for something- to want something so badly that all he can do is plead to the higher power he’s supposed to be against to grant him this selfish wish he doesn’t want to let go of. Hyunjin has come to understand in his time with you that the relationship between humans and demons is more complex and codependent on his end than he would’ve initially given credence to, but maybe all it took to spark that epiphany was meeting the right person. 

And how foolish he is, to devote so much time and love to a being whose existence will only equate to a mere fraction of his own, who is fragile and weak and without lasting power. Maybe if he’s lucky, when you are met with mortality your soul will find him in his domain in the second circle, where your sins will go unjudged and unpunished for as long as Hyunjin remains at the top, where your eternity of “atonement” can be spent with him, where he’ll regard you as a queen of equal standing. 

Dark fades to light with the rising of the sun, and still he keeps his eyes closed, as if preventing them from opening would also prevent the reality that is fast approaching from coming to pass. Eventually, when the sun is high in the sky and brightly illuminating your room through your open blinds, he feels you stir, cautiously opening his eyes to the sight of you trying to blink away the sleepy fatigue that still maintains a grip on your senses. 

You offer him a soft, lazy smile as you wake further, clinging closer to him with a tight squeeze of your arms around his torso. How naturally you smile at him and hug him is both a soothing balm and cruel crutch that he knows will break the heart he isn’t even supposed to have when it is gone. Thankfully, in your sleep-addled state, you don’t recognize the looming dread that hangs over him, and he’s able to quickly shove it down to return your smile and plant a soft kiss to your face, reminding himself to enjoy his time with you while he still has it.

Pushing your hair out of your face as you wake up more, Hyunjin catches a glimpse at your neck, the speckled bruises and fading indents of his teeth becoming entirely visible. Well, all marks of his teeth were fading except for one- the two holes left behind from his fangs, the shameful evidence that he lost control of himself in a way he never had before. Broken skin doesn’t mend in just a single night’s sleep, and he knew the moment you touched your neck or looked in the mirror you would know they were there and you would look at the mark, at him, with either fear, confusion, or both as you try to comprehend how his bite would cause such a thing.

“How’d you sleep, lovely?” Hyunjin decides to ask so his mind doesn’t dwell and linger on your neck. “Good,” is all you say with a small, bashful smile, pink crawling over your features as you recall all Hyunjin did to and for you. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you slept so deeply, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget that feeling of ultimate bliss as your eyes grew heavy and mind drifted off comfortably. 

“You make me so happy,” you follow up, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a soft, good morning kiss. “Want to make you happy too,” you whisper against his lips before kissing them again, and his heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest because he feels it- lust, passion, desire, love. What starts as a small prick to his senses builds to an all encompassing tsunami the more you kiss him and entangle your limbs with his, love, love, I love you your soul radiates.

It’s all he’s ever wanted, all this time it’s what he’s been working towards and hoping for, and it shoots almost painful electricity throughout his every nerve ending- overwhelming, consuming, too radiant and bright and pure to belong to a man such as him, who isn’t really a “man” at all but an entity entirely undeserving of your grace. Selfish, desperate, shameful- he holds you as if he is none of those things, as if he doesn’t taint you just by loving you. 

You push Hyunjin so he’s flat on his back, rolling yourself on top of him, your hair tickling his skin as it falls over his face when you kiss him. His grip on your hips is tight, almost painfully so, but you welcome it. He’s so fucking hungry for you, he craves you so, so bad, and you meet that hunger enthusiastically, your hands ghosting over his chest and down his stomach, making quick work of the shirt he slept in. 

You suppose taking the lead comes naturally to you once shyness and subtle insecurity is dealt with, but you’d easily concede control to Hyunjin again should he have the desire to once again make you pliant beneath him. Your hips roll down onto his hardening cock, and the groan that escapes him makes your stomach flutter with countless butterflies. He nips at your bottom lip with his teeth, sometimes tugging before soothing the bites with soft licks of his tongue.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur- your nightgown practically ripped off of you by Hyunjin while you fumble with the tied knot of his sweatpants, both of you panting into each other’s mouths, every noise being muffled and swallowed. Wrong, this is wrong, selfish, you’re wicked, deplorable, the back of Hyunjin’s mind screams at him in stark contrast to the way he desperately paws at you, lust and hunger casting a fog over his rationality. 

But when he opens his eyes as you pull back for a breath, his eyes instinctively travel back to your neck, the mark he left on your skin expounding upon his building guilt. He has to tell you now- before the guilt eats away at him entirely, before he loses control of himself again, before he does something else he’ll regret. An almost guttural pained noise leaves his throat when you roll your lower body down on him again, fingers digging into the swell of your hips, his now bare cock becoming slick with your essence. 

“Shit, fuck- wait, baby wait-” Hyunjin breathes out, the most ragged and strained you’ve ever heard his voice. He can feel your passion and desire become background to concern and doubt, can feel your anxiety spiking as you cease your movements. Fuck, he feels so bad- but you have to know he’s not what you think he is, he won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t tell you now. “Listen, I-” Hyunjin starts, then swallows, and your eyes swim with care as you see him struggle, “I- your neck, its..” 

“Hyun, I wanted you to do it, don’t worry about that,” you tell him sweetly and softly, one of your hands grabbing his and rubbing soothing circles on it with your thumb. His heart squeezes once again, and he shakes his head, “That’s not it, I.. just feel it, or look at it, or..” You furrow your brows in confusion but do as he asks of you, trailing your fingers carefully over all the spots you knew he bit and sucked your skin.

You don’t feel much, at first- just a bit tender where you assume bruises have formed, some extremely faint indents of teeth, but as you get closer to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you feel it and your entire body freezes. What.. is that..? You scramble to grab your phone from the nightstand, turning on the camera and flipping its view to see yourself, blinking as you try to process what you’re seeing reflected in the viewfinder. 

What the fuck? Slowly, in disbelief as your mind lags and struggles to compute with the reality of what you’ve seen, you lower your arm and let your phone fall from your hand. Are you dreaming? You feel like you’ve been transported to one of those YA vampire romances you read in college for fun- but that’s impossible, isn’t it? Things like that aren’t real, are they? There’s no way you’ve been dating a supernatural being for months.

Your next thought is that this is an ill-timed prank, though you can rationally tell it isn’t. And Hyunjin’s hand that is still in yours.. You can feel it tremble with uncertainty and apprehension, his eyes relaying a deep seated fear of rejection and.. Guilt? Guilt for what? Do you even want to know the answer to that question? You assume it’s related to whatever this is, whatever he is, but.. what is that, exactly? 

Hesitantly, you ask him, wondering if this is really your teen fantasy Twilight moment- stark naked, sitting on the dick of a man who might not actually be “a man” at all. “You may not believe me if I tell you, but I can show you,” he says quietly whilst cautiously squeezing your hand. “O-Okay.. sure,” you breathe out nervously, squeezing his hand back in support. Maybe this is a mistake, but seeing the utter anxiety he’s struggling with, you can’t help but empathize. 

If the roles were reversed, and you were an otherworldly being in a relationship with a human, would you be able to tell them? Wouldn’t you be scared of losing them if they knew the truth? And maybe you shouldn’t forgive him easily, regardless of what the truth ends up being, but you think you can understand what would drive him to keep such a deep secret. You’re still fucking scared of whatever it is, if you’re being honest, but you don’t want to believe that the Hyunjin you know is anything but the sweet, perfect, gentle boyfriend you’ve known him as thus far. 

All you do is blink and instantly the Hyunjin before you is different, as if a veil that was covering your eyes has been lifted to reveal his truest self. His facial features and hair are the same, recognizably Hyunjin through and through, but his skin has changed from a natural, honeyed tone to a deep, scarlet red hue. His eyes, in turn, are no longer a dark, boba-like brown, but instead an unnatural crimson.

Long, pointed ears like an elf you’d see in a fantasy game or movie, horns the same color as his skin protruding from the top of his head, curving gently until they point straight up. You can just barely see the points of his fangs between his parted lips, can see bat-like wings struggling to fit beneath him on the bed, as well a long, slender tail with an upside down heart as its tip. And his body, which was already warm, now feels almost impossibly hot, as if he has a dangerous fever coursing through him, with his nails now more like claws in their length and pointed edge.  

He’s.. still so beautiful..? You weren’t sure what kind of change you were expecting, and you still don’t entirely understand what he is, but he’s undeniably just as gorgeous now as when he was presenting himself as human. His form is reminiscent of the beauty found in the work of Gustave Doré, whose art Hyunjin had once praised and talked at length about; ethereal, otherworldly, mesmerizing-

Wait. Something clicks- the rumors of your apartment being haunted by a demonic entity before you moved in that you disregarded and didn’t believe in. The times you’d wake up from sleep and notice something had been moved, always slightly off from how you’d left it.  The presence you’d sometimes feel despite being alone, the sensation of being watched that sometimes lingered, but always seemed to go away when Hyunjin was at your apartment. His extensive knowledge of art and history that feels as if he lived through the era rather than just having read about it, his fluency in latin that goes beyond mere college study..

You’re in love with a demon. And you suspect that he’s known you longer than you’ve known him. “I’m sorry, I never wanted to lie to you,” Hyunjin breathes nervously after he sees understanding flash in your eyes as you put the pieces of his identity together. “I just, I.. became so utterly, impossibly infatuated by you. But I couldn’t just.. show myself, even if I wanted to. And I- I wanted you to know me, because I love you more than I ever thought was possible for someone like me.”

It’s hard to say whether or not you’ve been manipulated and misled to trust him, but you do, even if you shouldn’t. And you’ll have to hope God will forgive you for the sacrilege you’re about to commit. Squeezing his hand in a display of acceptance, leaning down to kiss him once more in a display of love regardless of the truth you’ve been shown, dedication to an act entirely unholy. Though, if Hyunjin is what will be waiting for you in hell, maybe damning your soul there isn’t so bad. 

You feel him positively melt with relief, soft apologies from him and acceptances from you rolling off the tongue. “Promise me this is the only lie, promise this is the only secret and I’ll forgive you,” you breathe and he affirms without hesitation, enduring promises of true love and honesty pouring from his lips. “We can even make it a pact if you want,” he says after a string of promises and you shake your head with a slight smile. 

If what you’re led to believe from media is true, if Hyunjin made a pact with you in which his end of the deal is to never lie to you, he’d suffer grave consequences for breaking it. “I’m choosing to trust you without that, so don’t break it, okay?” Hyunjin nods with a smile before you’re kissing once more, his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his impossibly hot skin. 

When your tongue enters his mouth, you curiously explore the point and feel of his fangs, and when he nips at your lips, the sharp point very nearly draws blood with each bite, the subtle pain utterly intoxicating. It’s not long before your lips end up swollen and bitten red, your tongues continuing to swirl and move together, your hands fervent in their exploration and demand to feel. 

Soon enough, he’s flipping your positions, your back now against the mattress with Hyunjin pushing himself between your legs, his mouth trailing gently over the marks he left the previous night. He sucks over the skin once more, deepening the bruises he’s already left behind, brightening them in color. It aches, and yet you tilt your head to the side to make his task easier, feeling him smile against your skin as his fangs poke at your sensitive skin.

He doesn’t bite down, not like he did last night- he doesn’t want to hurt you too much. Instead, his teeth scrape and taunt, the feeling of them enough to have you whining even without the bite. When he pulls away to look at you, your eyes are already pleasantly glazing over in a lustful haze, and seeing his fangs when he smiles confidently down at you makes you dizzy. He’s so fucking beautiful, sexy- it’s going to drive you crazy one of these days.

You jump slightly in surprise when you feel his tail slinking up your leg, wrapping around and hugging your thigh. And it’s when you look down to see how his tail looks wrapped around you that you finally catch a glimpse of his impossibly hard and leaking cock, so unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s big- much bigger than you imagine a human could ever compare, and just as deep and supernaturally red as the rest of him. 

You’re practically drooling at the sight, at the thought of having it in your mouth- would he taste the same as a human, or would his essence be entirely unique? Hyunjin has to hesitate from smirking when he sees you blatantly staring and curiously, hungrily licking your lips, the increased lust from seeing his cock spilling from you in droves. “You want a taste, lovely?” he asks with a charismatic, almost mischievous tilt of the head, his grin growing when you nod eagerly.

“C’mon then, love, ‘s all yours,” he says while uncurling his tail from around your thigh, standing up and letting you come meet him at the edge of the bed. You tentatively reach out to touch his cock, and fuck, it’s so heavy in your hands. Your hands look so small wrapped around him, your fingers unable to wrap entirely around his girth, and while usually both your hands are enough to cover the entire length of a cock up to its tip, Hyunjin still has much more than just the tip poking through. 

Long, thick, big, you’re not sure how it’ll fit in your mouth, much less your pussy- but you’re not a quitter. You start with kisses that turn into kitten licks as you rub up and down his length with both hands, looking up at Hyunjin through your lashes, eager for a reaction, for praise. He brings a hand to the back of your head, waiting for you to open your mouth for him. He carefully guides and urges you to take more and more of him in, until the tip is touching the back of your throat. 

It takes everything in you not to gag and choke, your eyes brimming with tears as you breathe through your nose. “That’s it, what a good girl, taking so much of me,” Hyunjin pets your head as he praises you, and he can see you pressing your thighs together, squirming and desperate to hear more. You want to take all of him in your mouth, but you recognize that’s an impossibility- so you settle for pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hands, doing your best to match the pace of your hands with the bobbing of your head. 

Hyunjin’s soft, breathy moans fuel you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to take control of the rhythm. You let out a squeak of surprise when you feel his tail snake between your legs, gasping when you feel the tip of his tail teasing your clit. “‘S good? You like that?” Hyunjin asks when you moan around his cock, another smirk gracing his beautiful, perfect face when you quickly nod. 

The combination of his cock down your throat and his tail rubbing your clit makes you dizzy, the pace of your hands faltering as your thighs twitch and tremble. Eventually, your hands drop to your lap, your nails digging into your palms as you let him play with your clit and use your mouth, tears falling as he holds your head while rolling his hips and making you take as much as you can handle. 

Determined now to make you cum while his cock is deep in your throat, he moves one of his hands to your chest, tweaking and pulling at one of your nipples, earning a muffled whine as your eyes squeeze shut. Your hands, no longer curled into desperate fists, now cling to his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cry and whimper. Hyunjin is relentless on all fronts- from the pace he fucks your mouth, to the flicking of his tail against your clit, to the way he pinches and tugs on your nipples. 

“Gonna cum just like this, aren’t you, lovely? Go ahead baby, let go and show me how good you feel.” With Hyunjin’s permission, and a few more quick flicks of his tail against your clit, you’re cumming with a loud, but muffled cry, your nails failing to break the skin of his thighs despite how harsh you claw at him. You suck in a deep breath when he pulls out of your mouth, your chest heaving as you come down from your high and air returns to your lungs. Hyunjin showers you in more praise as he wipes the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs, subsequently leaving a lingering trail of kisses to your cheeks where they streaked your skin. 

He guides you to lay back down on the bed, planting sweet kisses to your lips once you’ve finished catching your breath. You can feel his cock, wet and still impossibly heavy, between your legs, and you want it in you now. “Hyun,” you start, a pout gracing your lips as you prepare yourself to shamelessly beg, “want you so bad, please, please, fuck me, I need it.”

You can feel his cock unceremoniously twitch at your pleas, a groan leaving his throat at your desperate tone. “You don’t have to beg, my love, I’ll give you anything you want,” Hyunjin says as he rubs his fingers between your folds, feeling how slick you’ve gotten for him. Truthfully, he should prep you more first, but you’re both so fucking needy for each other, and he’ll just have to hope that fingering you last night and making you cum again since then will be good enough. 

He kisses you and lets you squeeze his hand as he pushes inside, the stretch so much more intense than anything you’ve ever felt, so full that your eyes are rolling back before he’s even thrusting his hips. It aches, it stings, but it’s also the most addictive pleasure you’ve ever experienced, and you want all he has to give you, more and more, until you can feel and think of nothing but him. 

Hyunjin holds one of your legs, his tail once again wrapping around the thigh of the other, this time using it to keep you spread and open for him, allowing him to sink as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck, baby-” Hyunjin groans once he’s sheathed fully inside, your walls so wet and hot and squeezing him impossibly tight, “needed this, needed you so fucking bad, you have no idea.” 

“You too, needed you too Hyun, so bad,” you mirror his sentiment between gaspy moans and shaky whines when he finally starts pulling out, pushing back in one swift and fluid motion, building a quick, desperate pace. Despite the desperation however, his pace is far from sloppy- every thrust is precise, leaving you arching your back as your cries grow in volume, your nails digging harshly into his forearms. 

When he knows you can handle it, he fucks into your faster, capturing your mouth in messy, open kisses, your saliva mixing and pooling until it drips from the corners of your mouth. His grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers sure to leave bruises behind in their wake. Sweat drips from his brow, sometimes falling to your cheeks, and God, the sight is utterly mesmerizing- even as sweat drips down his face and sticks his hair to his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

And again he feels it, the utter love and trust pouring forth from your soul, radiant and perhaps undeserving to be felt by him, but it exists all for him nonetheless. His head drops to your shoulder, every emotion that he feels spilling from you driving him further and further into bliss, his pleasured moans dancing in your ears. “Tell me, please, fuck, please tell me-” Hyunjin practically whines, his nails now digging into the meat of your thighs as he fucks you harder. 

Tell him? Tell him what? Somehow, you think you know what he wants to hear, because it’s the very same thing that you want to hear too. “Love you, I love you, lov- fuck, love you so much,” you breathlessly spill the words between moans, and you hear Hyunjin keen, pleasure erupting from every nerve ending, the wave of love that you exude enough to drown him completely. “Lovely, my love, I love you, I’m gonna- fuck, ‘m gonna cum, tell me again,” Hyunjin pleads, desperate and urgent, his cock throbbing and twitching as he approaches his own high. 

You do just as he asks, stuttering out endless “I love you”s until you’re both cumming hard, a blissful intensity that steals your breaths away and leaves your bodies shaking. His cum shoots inside you in long spurts, filling you to the brim, so much so that it spills out of you even with his cock still firmly pressed inside you. “Mine,” Hyunjin mutters as he kisses you, passionate and deep, no longer sloppy and desperate as it was in the throes of his orgasm, “my baby, just mine, aren’t you?” 

“Just yours, all yours,” you say, and he knows you’re telling the truth, can feel it with every fiber of his being that you mean it sincerely. It was surreal, realizing the truth about your boyfriend and loving him regardless of who he is and how he truly appears, but you don’t think you regret it. He cleans you up diligently, he helps you get dressed and makes you breakfast, he showers you in kisses and endless praise just as he always does throughout the rest of your day.

Because even though he may appear different to you now, he’s still the same Hyunjin you met; the one who dotes on you endlessly, who takes care of you sweetly, who spends hours talking and cuddling and listening to every thought you have. Though you can’t explicitly read emotion the way he can, you always know what he’s thinking and feeling- because with you he’s transparent, with nothing to hide and only love and tenderness to give. 

Maybe it’s wrong for a human and demon to be in love, but you like to think this is the happiness you were meant to have, that this is where you’re supposed to be- right by Hyunjin’s side, until your final breath and then in eternity, a love that transcends your human mortality. If there is one thing you are certain of, it is that spending forever with Hyunjin will bring you a love you’ll feel eternally- warm, gentle, and true.

hello, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed <3 i just want to clarify here at the end in case you felt any confusion or questions about demon anatomy while reading: hyunjin does have like, a physical heart that beats (he has to get his demon blood pumping through his body somehow!) but i imagine that demons don't have an "emotional" heart, because their heart doesn't react to thoughts, feelings, and emotions the ways ours does.

to help get this point across, in japanese they use 2 different words for "heart"- shinzou for the literal, physical, medical side of the heart: it's the word you'd use for saying things like "they had a heart attack", "i have heart disease", etc, while kokoro is for the emotional, feeling side: used in sentences like "my heart beats so fast when i look at him" or "wow that story really moved my heart"

so like. when hyunjin is saying things like "proverbial heart", that is what he's referring to- having an emotional reaction that he's under the impression he shouldn't be having. he is only just now realizing he has an emotional heart, and not just a physical one :') i hope that makes sense to you and i hope it wasn't confusing whilst reading gsdfgfd thanks again for reading <3

[puppyie-innit]

puppy love <3

inspired by @jamiesgotchu post!

The room was filled with giggles and playful whimpers as he slowly, deliberately approached her, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. She tried to scoot backward, hands already up defensively, even though deep down she wanted nothin more than to be tickled senseless. It was a battle of wills—her pretendin to resist while he practically radiated with tickle-hungry energy, his eyes twinklin with excitement.

“C’mere, you wiggly little pupper,” he drawled, holdin his arms out. His fingers wiggled in the air, promisin the tickles that were about to come. She shook her head quickly, a wobbly smile spreadin across her face, but he was already advancin.

“Ohhh, but I thought doggies loooveeddd bein’ pet! Don’t ya? You love, love, love it!” His hands went straight for her neck, scratchin just like he would a real puppy, and her squeals filled the room. She squirmed under his touch, helpless against the gentle fingers trailin along her neck and behind her ears. Every little scritch sent shivers down her spine, her whole body flinchin from the sweet torment.

“Aawwhhh, she’s such an adorable wittle lee!~” he cooed, drawin out the words to fluster her even more. His fingers traveled down to her tummy, and she shrieked, twistin to escape, but he quickly and effortlessly pulled her right back into his lap.

“Uh-uh, staaayyy.~” he hummed, pokin her tummy and watchin her jump each time. “Now, let’s see… is sheee ticklish here? Or… here?” His hands shifted between her ribs, tummy, and sides, his fingers squeezing and clawing in unpredictable patterns.

She squealed, high-pitched laughter spillin out uncontrollably as she wriggled, every poke sendin a fresh wave of giggles from her.

“Ohhh, but doggies love this, don’t they? Yesss they doo~!” he babbled, his fingers movin in small, fast circles across her belly, the tickles alternatin between rough and gentle. “Tik, tik, tik, tik! Sweet little babyyy~” He blew a loud raspberry on her tummy, and she lost it, kickin her feet and wigglin even harder.

“PPPHHHHHBBBBBFFFTTTT!!~”

He allowed his lips to linger there for a moment, makin sure the raspberry was as obnoxious and tickly as possible. Her hands shot to his shoulders, tryin to push him away, but he just chuckled, pinnin her gently with one arm as he leaned in for more.

He switched things up by grabbin a hairbrush from his side, the bristles looking menacin as he waved it in her face. Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeak, tryin to crawl away again, but he easily pulled her back.

“No, no. Roll over~” he jokingly chided, guidin her back into position with that same casual ease. “Brushy brushy brushyyy~ scrubba dub dub!” He pressed the bristles gently against her side, scrubbin up and down, and her laughter went up another octave.

“NOHOHO! Hehehehe- EEP!”

“Awww, is she too ticklish here?~” he teased, usin the brush on her ribs, each scrub makin her squirm and giggle even harder. When he saw how much it got to her, he couldn’t resist brushin her under her arms too, and her reaction was immediate—she shrieked, her arms flailin as she tried to protect herself, but he just kept hummin and smilin like he was pettin the cutest puppy in the world.

Then, as if he weren’t already bein relentless enough, he pulled out an electric toothbrush. He held it up, turnin it on so the buzzin filled the room. She bit her lip, tryin desperately to contain her giggles, but the anticipation was killin her.

“Bbbbzzzzzzzztttttt!~” he smiled wickedly, the evil tool hoverin just above her belly button, tauntin her. “I’m gonna getchaaaa!”

She whined, her body instinctively curlin up, but he wasn’t havin it. He pressed the vibratin brush against her tummy, movin it in little circles, before dippin it into her bellybutton. She full-on screamed, clutchin at his arm but unable to stop him.

He alternated between the two brushes, ticklin her tummy, her sides, and even her ears with maddenin precision. “Coochie coochie coo!~ Aww, my little pupper is ticklish everywhere, hmmm?~” He barely gave her time to catch her breath, each word punctuated with another round of torment as he watched her dissolve into a flustered mess.

Finally, he lowered his voice, pullin her close. “Now, lay down,” he cooed, guidin her back into his lap and softly scratchin behind her ears. She was gigglin so hard she could barely keep her eyes open, her face flushed and her smile wide.

“Who’s a good puppy?~ Is it you? Yes, it iiiss! Yeah, you’re my good puppy!~” he cooed, scritchin her neck and under her chin once more. Every gentle touch made her giggle and squirm, her whole body tinglin with anticipation.

“Omnomnomnomnom!” he inhaled, playfully pretendin to “eat” her side with soft, tickly nibbles. She squeaked, tryin to escape, but he just tightened his grip and blew another raspberry on her tummy.

After what felt like forever—an entire hour of gentle and intense tickle torture—he finally slowed down, his hands restin on her shoulders, his smile softenin as he took in her flushed, giggly face.

“There we go. Thanks for satisfyin my ler mood, sweet pup.” he murmured, givin her one last nose nuzzle. She just giggled, breathless and content, restin her head on his shoulder, completely defeated by his relentless tickling.

[tatakaeeren]

GIF Tutorial

Someone asked me how I made my gifs so HD so I decided to write a full step-by-step uuuh babyyy 🎶 tutorial + useful tips on every part of the process.

It is explained in detail, so people with 0% experience can try it for the first time, and the more experienced gif makers can focus on the parts they are interested in 👍 (click on the images to see them bigger)

Disclaimers: I am not a professional, I have learned by trial and error and by watching other amazing creators. I use photoshop CC 2019 in Spanish so some of the names may vary but I tried to use the more accurate English names and used colors as references so even in other languages you can still follow this tutorial.

GIF TUTORIAL STEP BY STEP:

1.-  Open photoshop and create a new project. Then go to “files” 🠲 “import” 🠲 “convert video to frames” 🠲 this will send you to your video folder, and from there select the one you want. TIP 1: try always to download it in the best quality possible (1080p or 720p) so you will end up with “cleaner” HD gifs. 

2.-  When you select your video, then you will have to choose the specific moment or scene you want (you do this by selecting and moving the arrows at the bottom of the image) TIP 2: I usually limit every 2 frames, but if your scene is too short (less than 20 - 25 frames) then I suggest not clicking the limit and leaving it at 0, likewise if your scene has too many frames (over 70) then limit every 3 frames 👍 to make it smaller.

3.- Sometimes when you select your scene, a few extra frames will show up in your timeline, it’s ok, you can delete them by selecting the frames and clicking the trashcan icon at the bottom. Next, don’t forget to change the speed, you do this by selecting all the frames (click the first one then press SHIFT and click the last one, this will select everything), and then click one of the numbers below the image and select “Other”. TIP 3: Usually I use between 0,07 - 0,08 (my fav) - 0,09 from faster to slower. The speed will depend on the gif you are making. TIP 4: If you have PSDs colorings, now it’s time to add them, just click and drag your PSD on top of the image, and remember to make sure it is on top of all the frames and layers ( the ones on the side).  Personally, I do it now, because when I do it later in the process there is always a few frames that won't color.

4.- Now that we have our desired frames, speed, and PSD coloring  (optional), we need to make it easier to keep editing. So we need to click on the little icon with stripes at the top right corner on top of the timeline (the orange square) 🠲 “Convert timeline into video” 🠲 and now you should have one long frame instead of many single ones.

Now let’s do the same with the layers that are on the right (purple circle), once again click the first layer then shift-click on the last one to select everything 🠲 right click on one of the layers 🠲 “convert into a smart object”  🠲 and now all the layers also become one.

5.- What I like to do next is to cut and then resize (you can do it the other way around if you’d like) select the cutting tool on the left side (light blue circle) and then it is up to you to choose which shape do you want (in the purple circle) there are some basic proportions but you can also make your own. 

6.- Now is where all the fun begins. Let’s resize our image so we won’t end up with a giant gif. to do this go to the  “Image” tab on top of the screen 🠲 “image size”

TIP 5: To choose a good size, please keep in mind the standard sizes on Tumblr or other social media. If you are using one gif per row then the size should range between 540px - 560px - or 580px / If you are using 2 gifs per row then the size should be around 268px / and if you have 3 per row then the size should be around 177px. Once you select the appropriate size… this is where it gets tricky. Depending on the gif you are making you will have to select a different option ex: if your gif is too blurry or has lots of movement or grains if they are too dark or too light if the colors are too different, all these factors will determine what you need to use. TIP 6: I usually use only 3: bilineal - bicubic reduction or keep details 2.0 (the names may change in English but look for something along those lines or in the same place as the ones in the image with the green ticks)

7.-  SHARPENING TIME!: go to “Filter” 🠲 “sharpen” 🠲  “smart sharpen”

As I have mentioned before, the amount will depend on the gif you are making, there is no perfect formula for all the gifs, so you need to play around a bit to find the perfect setting for your specific gif. TIP 7: This is what I normally use: amount: between 250 and 300 / Radius: 0,3px - 0,4px or 0,5 (but never over 0,5) / noise: anything between 0 and 50, now if you have a very blurry scene you can go up to 100 👍 and finally select the option “Grussian blur”. 

Tbh I never change the “shadows” and “lighting” settings (they are always 50 -50 -1) If you know how to use them or want to play around, then go for it…. I have no idea how to 🤣 oops. 

8.- BLUR: sometimes the gifs look TOO sharp so we need to add a blur filter. so go to “filter” 🠲 “blur” 🠲 “surface blur” 

then once again, depending on your needs, you can play around with the settings. TIP 8: I normally use 10-6 / 9-4 / 7-4 or 3 / etc. but I never go over 10. 

Also if you are noticing that your gif is still looking a bit blurry or with imperfections, due to the quality of the video, the scene is too complicated, etc. then I recommend adding noise on purpose 🤣 hey! if you can’t fight against the noise then put it on purpose and make the gif with a bit of texture and colors, it will look nice too 👍 go to “filter” 🠲 “noise” and then add the amount you want. 

9.- Now we are almost done, you can leave it like that if you want or you can add some extra steps and play around with the brightness, exposure, color balance, gradients, filters, etc. you can find everything on your right (the yellow circle). Here is up to you to explore and experiment, I never use the same, it changes every gifset I make.   

10.- You can add your watermark, images, texts, paint with the brushes, or do anything else with your gif. but this time I will skip these steps, but if you need extra information about something, please feel free to ask, and I will gladly help you 😊. 

TIP 9: Before you save your gif, please make sure all the things you added are in line with your gif “video frame” 🠲 move the little arrow so it will end perfectly with your gif, if the others are longer, it doesn’t matter, you can move them or you can leave them there, the important thing is that the line is perfectly in line with your gif.

11.- Now there is nothing left to do, it’s finally time to save it for the web. Go to “files” 🠲 “export” 🠲 “save for the web” 

TIP 10: Now you have two options: you can view your gif in the “optimized version” tab where it will show you one option that you can edit. If you select this option then these are the settings I always use, the only option that changes is: using pattern (the gif will have a small invisible “net” that will make the gifs look more uniform, use this especially when the lights or shadows and colors look grainy) or you can use Diffusion (to make it smoother and move flowy)  you can try both and see which one suits your gif best 👍

and then the easier second option is to click the “4 copies” tab on top of the gif, and it will show you 4 different options, then you just select the one you like the best and it’s ready! 

12 .- THE LAST STEP!!!  TIP 11: make sure your final gif is smaller than 10MB (Tumblr's limit) and hit SAVE! and you are ready!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o 

This is our final result: A sexy Gojo 💙

Thank you for reading, I hope this helped you, and I can wait to see all of your creations! ✨

Feel free to tag me in your gifsets or to ask me any other question in case you need extra information or need me to explain something better 💖

Also, if you are an expert and would like to comment, change or suggest better steps and/or settings, please let me know! so we can all learn and grow 👍

[tummytings]

“Baby, I ate too much.”

This is a little rough and couldn't get it quite how I wanted it, might clean it up later. Typed up with one eye taped shut lmao so excuse any typos please and thank you.<3

*~*~*~*~*

“Baby, I ate too much.”

I must look so ridiculous when you come in the front door to find me sprawled across the couch, reclined slightly with my legs spread wide, but I’m still just drunk enough not to care. My little white tank top doesn’t even stretch over my swollen belly. My jeans are on the floor in a pile, kicked inside-out. Along with the dishes and empties littering the coffee table, they tell a pretty clear story.

You leave your coat and boots near the door before coming over to sit next to me.

Your concern for me comes first but I can see you already looking flustered as I moan and arch in your direction, giving a little pout as I push my belly towards you. I reach for your hand and slip it under my shirt. An instant later my stomach gurgles loudly and I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment.

"Mmmm, baby, I have such a bellyache."

You turn to survey the messy coffee table. The empty box that still contained half a pizza when you left for work that morning. A bowl of crumbs that I normally would have dispatched to the sink immediately. A Haribo bag with no surviving gummy bears. A few soda bottles and the better part of a six-pack of hard cider, all finished.

“What did you eat, baby?”

"Well, first I had the rest of the leftover pasta,” I begin, slurring just slightly, “But then I remembered that we had the pizza.” I giggle as I gesture towards the table.

“But I think the combination made my belly upset, and I took a little nap. But then I woke up so hungry, so I finished the pizza and, um," I groan and squirm and push my belly deeper into your hands.

"And I was drinking, so I ate the rest of the tortilla chips," I add sheepishly, "with sour cream."

You continue rubbing my round, straining belly. It grumbles loudly as if it too is now remembering all of the things packed inside.

"Fuck,” I moan, cringing at the memory of food, “and the rest of the ice cream in the freezer. Fuck, I’m so full. I’m too full.”

You carefully slide your hand out from under my shirt before standing. “Let’s move you to the bed, baby.”

"Ooh, you're gonna move me?" I laugh, eyes glazing over slightly as I’m pulled to my feet.

I hold onto you with one hand, the other placed protectively atop my engorged belly. I’m full and tipsy and off-balance. Your arm comes around me, your hand gently cupping the side of my belly to keep me steady.

We reach the bed and I let you lower me onto the mattress. You tell me to lie back. It isn't a command but it isn't a suggestion either.

I lean back against the pillows, slightly upright, once again spreading my legs wide to accommodate the fullness of my belly. I let out small, quiet moans as I trace my fingertips lightly up and down, occasionally stopping to massage circles into upset spots. For a moment you just watch me.

"Babyyy," I whine, writhing and twisting my hips shamelessly against the sheets. “Please. It hurts.”

Finally you crawl onto the bed and settle in next to me. I grab your hand and push it against my belly.

"My tummy hurts." I look right into your eyes, my hand still on yours. I push it firmly into the swell of my belly and whimper at the pain.

I remove my hand and slowly you begin running your palm in big, heavenly circles over my belly. I moan, loudly. A burp comes up and it tastes like pepperoni and sweet cider. You kiss me anyway.

“Mmm, thank you,” I murmur sincerely as you continue working your fingers tenderly over my entire belly. Every now and then my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds at a time.

You switch to just the tips of your fingers, teasing softly just beneath my belly button.

I moan and close my eyes again, but this time I keep them closed. You skim your fingertips back and forth, moving lower down my heavy belly, feeling the deep gurgles and groans as you glide your fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

“Aww, baby, it really hurts, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” I whimper, nodding pitifully.

“My poor thing,” you say, slipping your fingers further into my panties and into me. “That must be why you’re so wet.”💜

[baeklination]

Maybe, baby...

Date: 210405

Warnings/Contains: SMUT 🔞, fucking, impregnation kink, G.E.L 

Pairing: Baekhyun x F.Reader

WC: 1002

NOTE: 1. Not to be mistaken for breeding kink with that slap & tickle. This is... pretty f***ing fluffy. 2. When I made the pic I thought these colours looked so good together and felt familiar - yes, I realised why 😅.

Masterlist

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"My eyes are closed", you assure him, carefully searching for the door frame with your hands. 

"I have to make sure you don't sneak a peek."

You haven't. Ever since you opened the front door and Baekhyun came rushing, hollering for you to stand still and close them they've been shut tight.

"Okay, okay, you can look now..!", he says excitedly. 

When your focus is back to normal you look at him in disbelief - but of course he would do this, they way you've gone on about those lanterns.

"Baekhyun..! What's that?"

"Is it alright? I didn't know exactly how you wanted them to hang…", he says scratching his neck, suddenly shy. 

"No, it's great, I love it. You just woke up and decided to get them?"

"I didn't know what to do with my spare time so I decided to fix at least one room", he answers, wrapping his arms around you.

"Of course the bedroom would be the one you care about…"

"Mm-hm", he agrees, kissing your neck and tucking his hand under your shirt. "Well, the realtor did say it's a great neighbourhood to raise kids…"

"Aah, that's what you were thinking of…"

He pulls down the cups of your bra, just enough to let your nipples out, and strokes them softly from his palm to his fingers. 

"Mm-hm, I was thinking we could make a baby. Thinking about spraying you full of cum now that you're off the pill…"

  With skilled hands he unclasps your bra and lets it fall to the floor with your shirt before you discard the rest and join him on the bed.  Bathed in the warm light of your lanterns, he looks perfectly beautiful; his dark hair brushed away from his equally dark eyes; his naked body, with his stiff cock between his legs. The brush of his thighs against yours, the tickle of the hairs on his legs, is as natural as it is common, but today there's a special feeling added to it.

  The anticipation is electrifying. Having your legs spread, only inches from Baekhyun's cock, his hands, so soft, on your waist and neck, at times squeezing a little, as you taste each other's lips and tongues. 

"So...do you want twins or triplets..?", he asks softly. 

When his hand reaches between your legs his breathing hitches.

"You're already soaked", he smirks and presses you down on his cock, sliding you along the length of it.

When you move back he puts his hand over it and shakes his head.

"Nah-ah… Everything goes in there", he says, nodding towards your stomach. 

  How he manages to make talking about babies sexy and talking about sex cute you don't know, but he does, so you willingly agree when he places you in front of him.

  You're eagerly arching when you feel the head of his cock drag against your pussy before it plunges into you. Baekhyun moans. Throwing a glance behind you, you see his eyes are closed while his mouth hangs slightly open. 

  He's not pulling at your hips or pounding your ass - no - he keeps an even clap, clap tempo, slowly building it up, making sure to coax out every drop he's got. You bend down to rest on your forearms, hoping the deepened arch and spread of your legs will make him lose his cool. 

"Babyyy…", he sighs, "...don't do that...don't put your ass up like that..."

It works. You feel him slipping out completely - then in. Out all the way, then in. He loves seeing his cock push into you from this angle, so he does it over and over, moaning and humming in approval. There's a renewed tingle with every entry and stretch, but it's too short. 

"I wanna feel you in me."

"I can't help it if you have the prettiest pussy. How beautifully you stretch around me…", he teases. 

"Didn't you say you wanted to make a baby…?"

Baekhyun stops inside you and guides your hips backwards, having you sitting on him as he himself sits down, embracing you. 

"Baby or not, you're always gonna be the sexiest woman I know", he says, circling his hips, kissing your back. "Mother of our tribe..."

You close your hand over his, ever thankful for  this love.

"I wanna see you when I come", he says in a thick voice, leaving a trail of hard kisses on your shoulder. "There's nothing in between us now."

•

  His fucking is fast but not hard - he's not trying to split you in half today, he just wants to be, come, in you.  

He locks your lips to his, caressing your cheek,  before letting them go with a wet smack.

"I love you", he promises.

The slightest change in an inhalation tells of his orgasm. A nod, tender, almost desperate accompanies his smile before he kisses you again. "Shit, I love you."

  Burying his head in the pillow with a firm grip on your ass, his honeyed whines hits your ear in sync with his deep thrusts as his cum flows into you. 

  His warm chest is sticking to yours, his heartbeat knocking on you as you both try to catch your breath. Eventually, he gets up on his arms, a bit unsteady, and looks at your stomach. 

"I think it's too early to tell, B…"

He chuckles and grabs his pillow before carefully sliding out.

"Here", he says, putting it under you before laying down.

"I don't have to lie like this every time, you know."

"I know. But it's the first time, so...you know…"

 He's sweet; you know his neck is at a weird angle against the headboard, but he'll put up with it so you can rest your head on his chest without having to roll over.

"If it's a boy I hope he gets your brain and my looks", he says. 

"And if it's a girl..?"

He's quiet for a moment, then you feel a puff of air from his giggle on your forehead.

"Same." 

[ohnococo]

Cozy Night In | Porco x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Porco is kind of cute when he’s all needy and desperate... and you decide you want to find out how well he can control himself. 

Warnings: cockwarming, modern au, creampie

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT!

Porco had been so needy all day, nuzzling at your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands all over you every chance he got. During each attempt to have you in his arms you'd been in the middle of something, consoling your pouty boyfriend (and the hard cock in his sweatpants that he was pressing against you at every opportunity) with promises of "Later, Pock, I'm just busy right now."

You had been, really, but it felt nice to feel wanted so badly by your impatient boyfriend. Plus, you really did have to admit he was so cute when he was needy like this so... maybe you were letting it go on a little longer than it really had to, especially when you'd sat down to watch a movie your friends had been suggesting to you for ages. You were settled in lying on your couch, perfectly comfy, when Porco came in and immediately began talking over the tv.

"You're watching a movie now?" He was looking betrayed, in his feelings at this point about not being able to do anything yet.

"Yeah, I am."

"But baby..." he pouts.

You scoot forward on the couch a bit, patting the space behind you, "I'm already 20 minutes in, stop talking over it and sit down if you're gonna stay in here."

It felt a little mean, but... it was an interesting movie and the way Porco dragged his feet as he came over had you hiding a smile behind the blanket you’d loosely draped over yourself. He settles in behind you, covering himself with the blanket as well before pulling you close with an arm around your waist as he nuzzles at your neck.

He thinks he's being slick as he lets a few minutes pass before he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, just the smallest peck at first. Then he licks his lips, leaving a longer kiss just a little bit further down. With the next kiss, where your neck and shoulder meet, he adds his tongue to the mix and sucks lightly at the sensitive skin - all while slowly moving the hand wrapped around your waist up to cup at your breast.

"Are you trying to distract me?"

"No... I just wanna touch you..."

"Fine." You feign annoyance, though your hardening nipples let him know that you're enjoying the distraction.

He takes it as a signal to continue on, which it is, and slides his hand under your shirt to trace round your nipple, kissing your shoulder and pressing his hard cock against your ass. "Babyyy, look what you did."

You press back into him, but turn the volume up on the movie slightly.

He lets out a dejected little whine. "You don't want it?"

"I want to watch the movie." You try to have some sense of finality in your voice, but can't seem to bring yourself to stop arching into Porco's touch. He calls your bluff as he moves his hand from under your shirt down to dip beneath the loose pair of shorts you'd chosen to lounge around in, brushing his fingers lightly over your wetness.

"Doesn't feel like you don't want it."

You don't respond at first, thinking it over, and still enjoying your little game despite how good even the smallest touch from your boyfriend had felt after a day of denying him. Porco seems to sense that you're deep in thought, letting his hand hover over your pussy without further action until the warmth radiating off of it has you shivering with need ever so slightly.

You make your decision. "Fine, you can put it in, but we're not fucking until the movie is over."

Porco is silent for a moment, processing what you've said, before he's sitting up and sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them on the opposite end of the couch. He lies back down behind you and spits in his hand before rubbing it around your entrance just to be sure he slides in comfortably.

He catches your sneer and laughs, "C'mon, you don't usually mind my spit on your pussy."

"You want me to change my mind, Pock?"

He knows you're joking, but doesn't risk it as he slides down his sweats just enough to free his cock. He spreads your legs, holding one up by your thigh to give him access and rubs his cock against you. "Help me out a little."

You don't challenge him, hoping you were effectively playing off the way your heart was racing from the feel of the head of his cock bobbing against your skin, spreading precum in its path. You reach your hand down between your legs, guiding him to your entrance and letting loose a low sigh as he slides into you slowly. Once he settles himself inside of you, you arch your back further to make sure he’s able to fill you completely, and try to disguise a groan at the feeling of fullness as clearing your throat.

“Feels good, baby?”

Obviously, but you want to see how well he’ll hold out. “Shh, I’m trying to hear the movie.”

He mumbles a little sorry, though clearly has no intention of paying much attention as he nuzzles at the back of your neck. He was doing his best so far, actually staying in place. Quickly enough you aren’t focusing on the movie either, instead trying to will yourself not to bounce even lightly on his cock. He’d never seemed so heavy inside of you before now, and the pleasant stretch of his thickness has you getting wetter by the second. You close your legs, lying comfortably again, and the tightness has Porco groaning into your neck. His breath against your hair gets harder, faster, seemingly always just a moment away from becoming full on fussing until he finally gives in to his instincts and gives you a few shallow thrusts.

You put your hand on his hip to steady him. “Be still.”

He whines, but does as you say, though his cock does throb inside of you as it only becomes harder to keep yourself from rocking back into him. As the movie continues on, though you have no clue how much time has passed or what was even happening on the screen, you’re fairly impressed with Porco. Your boyfriend is certainly not known for his restraint, so to have him so still and compliant with his cock buried fully inside of you is unheard of. You’re caught in two minds with this, unable to concentrate on the movie with Porco’s thick cock stretching at your walls, but unwilling to give in - not with how cute he is when he’s trying his best to behave. Instead, you keep your head forward, and slowly reach a hand hidden under your blanket downwards, sliding a finger between your legs to gently circle your clit. You won’t give him the satisfaction of moving, wanting to see how long he can handle just letting his cock rest inside of you, but your own self-control is quickly faltering.

You feel you’re getting away with it, soft sighs seemingly masked by the sound of the tv as you build momentum on your clit, heat growing steadily in your stomach as you do. Then, Porco lets out his own noise, a high pitched whimper that makes your pussy clench around him.

“Babyyyy… you can’t do that…” his whines are muffled in your hair as he tries his best to find his contentment in merely cuddling you, even as his cock twitches in response to your warmth. You don’t respond, but he doesn’t seem to notice sweat begins prickling at his forehead, his palm against your hip becoming clammy.

You have to laugh at how hard he’s actually focused on this, trying his very best to remain compliant, but the laugh only serves to have you clenching around him again. He fusses, pressing his hips forward, but you decide not to admonish him as he just remains still while buried deep inside you, sending tingles through your body.

Instead, you allow your fingers to move faster against your clit, and you try your best to keep your breathing steady as you only bring more wetness to leak out around Porco’s cock and coat your thighs. You try to counteract each involuntary flutter of your pussy, but find just how unsuccessful it is as Porco clings to you and begins panting into your neck.

“I can’t, I can’t… baby I have to fuck you-” he can’t stop himself, reaching his hand down from your breast to spread your legs as he starts thrusting up and into you at a desperate pace. He reaches down for your clit, and finds your fingers already there, no longer hiding the fact that you need to cum now as his cock has you seeing stars with every rough, deep thrust.

“You gonna cum with me?”

“Yes, Pock.”

“Please milk my cock baby, please-” he doesn’t get far into asking before your walls are clenching around him as the heat in your core spreads through your whole body and you cum around him, sounds of your wet cunt being fucked so hard and fast through your orgasm almost matching Porco’s whines as he holds you tight and fills you. His thrusts only continue, until you’re trembling in his arms at the overstimulation, pushing at his thigh to let him know to go easy on you now. He’s stills, spent cock still twitching inside of you occasionally as he leans back panting.

“I did try…”

You’re charmed by the hint of defeat in his voice, and twist round to give him a kiss. “It’s ok, I know you did.”

The relief of finally cumming washes over the two of you as you return to cuddling, ignoring the cum dribbling out around Porco’s softened cock as it slips out of you. Then, he thinks back to how your fingers had already been feverishly working at your clit when he’d reached down to touch you. “Were you playing with yourself the whole time?”

You smile at him sheepishly, beginning to rewind the movie to where you’d last been paying attention… before realizing catching up was a lost cause for the night. “Maybe…” you finally reply.

“Babe, that’s not fair…” he pouts, but you leaning back to press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose has him smiling again right away.

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champagne problems, ch.2

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Two: Cherry: The engagement party. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: mild cursing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, this chapter is a lil fluffy, this series is going to be a real slow burn babyyy

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Things between you and the hazel-eyed doctor have been strange to say the least. On most days, Spencer would avoid you like the plague. He no longer came into work before everyone else, he no longer walked you to your car at the end of the day. Your conversations were not only rare but also short and most often work related. He refused to sit next to you on the jet, and stopped going out with the group for afterwork drinks if he knew you’d be there. 

Overall, Spencer didn’t engage with you at all unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Of course the team immediately picked up on the shift in dynamic between the two of you. Profilers profiled. Even though Spencer and you haven't officially said anything was going on, everyone knew. It was obvious. 

You were glad however that they all kept their thoughts to themselves. The last thing you needed was for everyone to get involved with something that was simply between you and the brunette doctor. 

“What’s this?” Spencer asked confused as you placed a brown paper bag on the desk in front of him. 

“It’s breakfast.” You replied. Shooting you a hesitant look, the brunette doctor opened the bag and peeped inside. “I brought you a scone. I baked them myself last night, and this one is for you.” You added shrugging your shoulders lightly while Spencer retrieved the pastry. 

“You didn’t have to. What about-” Knowing what he was about to ask, you cut him off. “Don’t worry genius, everyone got one this morning before you came in. This one is rightfully yours.”

Spencer looked up at you, and half-smiled. “Thank you.” You immediately smiled back. “Don’t mention it.”

It was a strange feeling, being this nervous around him. Even after your breakup, you remained close. The two of you continuously dangled on this thin line between less than a relationship, more than a friendship. To an outsider it was definitely weird, but it was unique to your situation since neither of you really wanted to break up in the first place. The circumstances forced you too.

Spencer was your go-to person for pretty much anything, just as you were his. Which is why his current cold shoulder hurt your feelings. 

Truth be told, you found his attitude to be quite childish and immature. Yes, how he was feeling about your recent engagement was completely valid but as selfish as it may seem in your eyes there was no need for him to completely cut you off. 

“Look, I know things have been odd between us.” You began, resting your body weight against the edge of his desk. “But I just want you to know that I-”

He shook his head. “Please don’t finish that sentence.” “Spencer...” “No Y/N, I mean it. I don’t want you to tell me that you will always care about me, or that I will always have a place in your heart because that frankly doesn't make me feel any better about any of this.” He stated. 

“O-okay.” You breathed and turned your attention away from him, breaking eye contact. “So I guess that’s it then? You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” You asked without looking back at him. 

Spencer didn’t say anything. What could he say? That he didn’t want to be your friend because he wanted more? He couldn’t say that. That would make things even more complicated because as far as you were concerned he already moved on. As far as you were concerned Spencer wasn't in love with you, so he couldn't tell you now after all this time that he was. 

Which is why he distanced himself these last few weeks. It was easier to ignore you, to not talk to you unless he had to. It was easier to pretend you didn’t exist because if you didn’t exist the pain in his chest was imaginary. 

“Fine.” You snapped your head back to look at him. “I knew that you wouldn't take my engagement well, but never in a million years would I have thought that you would act like a complete dick about it.” The tone of your voice jarring. “I know that maybe you’re hurting Spencer, but like you said we both moved on so honestly grow the fuck up.” You spat before walking away. Only once has he heard you speak like this, back when he decided to break your heart and end your relationship.

Spencer cursed under his breath; something he didn’t do very often. He sunk back in his chair, and ran one hand through his already messy hair before sighing. You were right. He was being a dick, but again it was easier. It was easier to be an asshole than to deal with the turmoil currently going on inside of him. 

Although it may not seem that way, the last thing Spencer wanted to do was to hurt you. He was unhappy, yes. In retrospect he could have shown it less, he could have tried harder to truly be happy for you, because not once did you ever wish him unwell. Your breakup was hasty, and messy, and you had every right to hate him forever because of how it went down. But you didn’t. Apart from the initial shock, you were never angry with him. You stayed by his side, as a friend.

It dawned on Spencer in that moment, that’s why he was so vexed. It wasn't because of you; a friend. Spencer was angry with himself. He was the one that ended it despite your pleas. He was the one that cut you off. He was the one that pushed you into Ethan’s arms. It was because of him you were now engaged to someone that wasn't him. And he unfairly took that anger out on you. 

Tonight was your engagement party. He decided that he was going to go. It will be painful to see you in the arms of another, but he will show his support because that’s what friends do. Friends. 

The restaurant you picked wasn’t that far from where he lived. For a moment Spencer found your choice to be quite odd, given the history the two of you had with the place. But he quickly shook the thought away - it must be a coincidence. 

He stepped inside, and his gaze instantly landed on you. Wow. Gorgeous didn't even began to describe how you looked right now. You wore a figure-hugging white dress with a plunge neck, and floral appliqué detail. Spencer was mesmerised. And if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a public place, surrounded by people that were here to celebrate you and your fiancé, he would have kept his gaze on you the whole night. 

Steadily, Spencer approached to congratulate you. 

It was then he noticed how Ethan’s jaw was locked. How even though Ethan had an arm around your waist, the two of you weren't standing right next to each other as a couple in love should be. When he got a little closer, Spencer also noticed how the makeup under your eyes was reapplied almost as if you had been crying. And that the smile currently present on your face was fake. Despite the occasion, you didn't look happy at all. 

“Spencer.” His heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name coming out of your lips. Your eyes locked, and he could have sworn they lit up. “I- Thank you for coming.” You reached out your hand to gently squeeze his forearm, and smiled at him warmly. A real smile. 

The brunette doctor couldn't help but smile back. “I wouldn't miss it.” He replied. It was a lie, but it looked like one you needed to hear. You let your hand fall back to your side, just as Spencer turned his attention to the surgeon. 

“Nice to see you again Spencer.” Ethan uttered, a hint of vexation in his voice. “You too Ethan, and congratulations.” “Thank you.” Ethan glanced down at you briefly. “I’m a lucky guy.” He kissed the side of your head, before excusing himself to talk to another guest. 

Of course Spencer noticed that even though you leaned into Ethan’s touch, a small act that stirred the jealousy inside of the brunette agent, your body relaxed the second Ethan was out of sight. Sudden concern flooded through him. But before he could ask what was on your mind, you reached out your hand to straighten his tie. 

"I’m glad you’re here Spencer.” A soft smile circled your lips. It took every fibre of his being not to take your hand in his, and hold it right there on his chest. “I am really sorry about what I said this morning.” 

“No, I’m sorry Y/N.” He responded. “I hope you know that you will always be my friend, no matter what.”

“Good.” You let your hand fall and looked around the party. “Well, I better go and mingle.” You glanced back at the hazel-eyed doctor and sighed. “Wish me luck doctor.” 

Spencer wanted to stop you, but he knew better to bring up whatever was bothering you now. Knowing you, you wouldn't say anything anyway. Not in front of all these people. 

“Good luck.” Spencer smiled kindly. He watched you disappear into the crowd before heading off to find his friends.

An hour in and the party was in full swing. Chatter, drinking, and even dancing. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Everyone but you. 

You did your best to keep your head up and enjoy yourself but no matter how hard you tried, the feeling just wasn't there. With a drink in hand, you talked to your guests one by one. At this point in the night you have heard it all. From congratulations, to wedding planning suggestions, and even tips on having a  successful marriage.

Which is why you were glad that Ethan came up behind you and asked you to step outside. Even if the feeling was short lived.

“Listen babe, I have to go.” He stated. You furrowed your brows confused. “What do you mean you have to go?” Ethan sighed. “The hospital called. It’s an emergency.” 

“You told me that if anything happened they had you covered.” 

“Y/N don’t do this right now.” He breathed. 

“Don’t do what? It’s our engagement party Ethan.” You stated, annoyance levels rising. “My family flew from across to the country to celebrate with us. My dad is here to get to know you and you’re just-” “The hospital called Y/N. You know how this works, or did you forget the time you were supposed to meet my parents you got hailed away on a case.” He gritted.

“That’s different!” You snapped, taking a step toward him. “How is that different Y/N?! Work is work!” Ethan grumbled. “Because you told me that if anything happened they had you covered.” You repeated sternly. 

“I don’t have time for this.” Ethan waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll stay at the hospital tonight.” And just like that he began to walk away. You wanted to yell after him but you knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved in his theatrics. So instead you wiped the single tear that was currently trailing down your face, and headed back inside. 

Thankfully no-one even noticed the two of you were gone - or so you thought. As you let out a deep breath, Penelope appeared in front of you. The bubbly blonde linked her arm with yours and eagerly pulled you gently across the restaurant to a table where the rest of the girls sat.

“Sit, sit.” She pointed to one of the empty chairs. “You look like you need a break sweetie.” “Thank you.” You breathed while plopping down and making yourself comfortable.

“So, how’s your night going?” Tara asked while taking a sip of her drink. “Are you having fun?” “Honestly, I’m exhausted. If I hear another comment on how you should never go to bed angry with your spouse I am going to throw myself out a window.” You replied making the girls laugh.

“It’s only uphill from here.” JJ joked. You rolled your eyes at her playfully. “Way to cheer me up honey.” “Anytime.” She shoot you a wink just as Luke and Spencer joined. Luke placed a tray of tequila shots on the table and pulled up a chair next to Penelope. 

“Hey, where did Ethan go?” He asked while sitting down. “I saw you guys leave when we were at the bar and only you came back.” Garcia nudged his arm, and he instantly knew that he shouldn't have said anything. He smiled at you apologetically as an inaudible sigh escaped your lips. “He got called to an emergency at the hospital.” No-one said anything. They just glanced between one another. 

“Excuse me.” You muttered getting to your feet, and as you walked away you heard Garcia say to Alves: “Way to go newbie.”.

The brunette agent suddenly jumped out in front of you causing a halt in your step. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hesitantly looked up to meet his comforting gaze. 

“Stopped me to say I told you so.” You mumbled fighting back tears. 

“I would never do that.” He affirmed even though he didn't have to because your statement was only rhetorical. Spencer was not the kind of man to gloat, or make you feel even worse than you already were. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.” 

“I’m not.” You replied honestly. “I mean my fiancé just left our engagement party, he told me he's not coming home tonight, and to top it all off he-” You bit your tongue. You couldn't tell him that last part. “Never mind. I don't want to bother you with my problems.” 

“You could never bother me. Never.” Spencer reassured.

A tiny smile circled your lips. “That’s sweet Spencer, and you have no idea how much it means to me.” He smiled back. “However, this is a party, so we best go and try have a little fun.” “Y/N...” He wanted to protest but you lifted up your hand and placed it on top of his. “I promise one of these days I will unload all my shit on you doctor. Tonight is just not that night.” 

Spencer nodded slowly agreeing with your promise. You smiled at him, still holding his hand. The two of you stood completely frozen and soundless; as if there was no-one else in the restaurant, no party. 

Spencer’s heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thought it would burst at any given second. And even though his mind was racing in circles, there was a permanent image stuck vividly. You. He wondered if in that moment you felt as strong of a connection as he did.

His question was answered when you dropped your hand and broke the eye contact. The imaginary glass shattered; he was brought back to earth. 

He dropped his arms too, and cleared his throat. 

“Pumpkin, just exactly where is that fiancé of yours?” Your dad asked, suddenly appearing next to you. “He was supposed to-” His eyes landed on Spencer.  “As I live and breathe, Dr. Reid.” Your dad smiled. “I would shake your hand but I remember you’re not the biggest fan of that.”

“That’s alright Mr. Y/L/N.” Spencer responded reaching out his hand. “Good evening sir.” He greeted while shaking your dads hand. “Please son, we’ve known each other long enough, just call me Anthony. Plus if my memory serves me correctly I think I’ve asked you this before.” 

Spencer smiled softly. “Right, of course. How’ve you been Anthony?” 

Your dad smiled back. “Ah you know son, I can’t complain.” “Dad’s retired now, so he is spending a lot of time reading, going on walks.” You chimed in making your dad roll his eyes. He looked at Spencer. “Truthfully son, I am bored out of my mind. Retirement is boring.” 

“Dad, it’s well earned rest.” You noted.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead pumpkin.” Anthony joked causing you to gently nudge his arm. “Dad!” Spencer couldn't help but chuckle. 

Anthony waved his hand in front of his face before changing the subject. “Now, where is that fiancé of yours?” He asked again. “He had to go to work.” You answered, and Spencer could see that although he didn't say anything your dad wasn't impressed. 

“Well pumpkin, if he’s gone then would you mind calling me a cab back to the hotel? I’ll leave you kids to enjoy the rest of your night, and I will see you tomorrow for brunch as planned.” You nodded, kissed his cheek, and stepped away to call the taxi leaving Spencer and Anthony alone.

Once you were out of earshot, Anthony turned to Spencer. “Keep an eye on her for me, won’t you son?” He asked. “I want what’s best for my only daughter, and between you and me Dr. Reid, she doesn't seem happy.” 

Spencer didn't know what to say. He felt slightly guilty for not being there fore you these last couple of weeks. After tonight, and noticing the odd dynamic between you and Ethan, he agreed with your dad. Maybe if he hadn't been so distant he'd have noticed earlier? However, Spencer knew that if he told you how he felt you’d only go back to arguing and that’s the last thing he wanted. 

“I know it is a lot to ask given your history, and I will completely understand if you decline but quite frankly son, you’re the only person I can count on.”

“Don’t worry sir.” Spencer began. “I will keep an eye on her.” Anthony smiled at Spencer’s response. He placed a grateful hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gratefully. “Thank you Dr. Reid.” 

You rejoined them shortly after that. As your dad said his goodbyes, you asked him to text you when he got back to the hotel safely. 

Soon you and Spencer were alone once again - well not entirely given the party was in full swing. 

“Let me buy you a drink.” Spencer offered. You giggled looking back up at him. “It’s an open bar doctor.” You pointed out making Spencer chuckle. “Then let me order you a drink and keep you company.” He corrected himself. “Maybe ward off crazy relatives. How does that sound?”

“Given that my aunt May has been eyeing me for the last fifteen minutes, and she’s quite the talker, it sounds good doctor.” You replied. With a wide grin, Spencer extended his arm and pointed in the direction of the bar. “After you.”

No matter what his assumptions about your relationship with Ethan were, Spencer’s priority from this point on was going to be keeping that promise he made to your dad. 

Maybe it wasn’t over for him yet. Maybe he could still win you back. Truth be told he really wanted to try, but that was no longer important.

Being your friend was. As much as that would potentially suck.

I confess I can tell that you are at your best I'm selfish so I'm hating it

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Okay,, here me out JohnJae + Soulmate!au + Maniac by Conan Gray! Also, congratulations on a year of jungstruly!

JohnJae + Soulmate!au + Maniac by Conan Gray

[a.n. Tysm anonie!! I hope you don't mind if I added an ex!boyfriend Johnny! I admit, this was kinda tricky hahaha!]

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"Y.N is still in love with me!" You can hear your name being mentioned on the poolside where Johnny, your ex-boyfriend, shouts as he raised his red cup in the air in front of his friends. He was the one who spammed you with a shit ton of messages this late friday night, ranging from 'let's talk it out', 'baby I missed you' to 'i'M at rhe pArtYYYY' 'p1cK mw uP'. Knowing Johnny and his wild party behavior, you decided to pick him up and take him home.

He might be your ex but you were friends before. Plus, you knew that his father would beat the shit out of him if he finds out that he's out here getting drunk and getting high.

You watched in disbelief as he tried to drink more, wearing nothing but a loose tie on his neck and a pair of 'butt quack' boxers.

"Y.N?" Your head whips behind you. You sigh in relief as Jaehyun's figure walks towards you, a paper cup of popcorn on his hands. "What are you doing here?"

It's still a mystery to you how Johnny, a football jock slash resident life of the party, became best buddies with Jaehyun, a stellar student who's also Johnny's football team manager. 

Jaehyun offered you his popcorn in which you politely declined. "I was about to bring Johnny home right now. Did he call or text you again?"

"Apparently," You sigh, hugging your huge hoodie closer to yourself as you feel a little bit underdressed. 

"Do you want a ride ho-"

"Babyyy," A large muscled arm was thrown on your shoulder. The smell of alcohol wafted to your nose. Johnny smiled fondly at you before practically throwing himself to you. 

"Yow dudes! I told you, Y.N is here to pick me up. Guess she's not," He hiccuped, a lopsided grin evident on his lips. "Over me,"

Wolf whistles and shouts can be heard from his circle of friends. You shake your head in amusement. There he goes again, bragging to his friends that you're still obsessed with him when clearly he was the one begging you to come back. Jaehyun crumpled his paper cup away before getting a hold of Johnny's other arm to balance the drunken boy.

"Give me your keys." Jaehyun held out his hand once the three of you were outside. "I'll drive,"

After struggling to give him your keys and walking towards your car, the both of you managed to throw the large clingy boy at the back seat. Jaehyun started the car as you struggled to peel Johnny's hand from your hoodie sleeve. 

"Still a handful, isn't he?"

You snickered at Jaehyun. "As always. Still, you're one patient man Jae. Your girlfriend would be lucky."

Jaehyun was happy that it was dark or else, his blush will be evident. "I don't have one but I do have someone I like."

"Lucky her," 

"Y.N I-"

"Ah shit," Johnny leans his head back, laughing to himself. "I forgot my phone on the kitchen counter."

Flashing Jaehyun with an apologetic look, you shut the back door. "I'll be right back Jae." 

It took you a couple of minutes to get back into the house full of drunk and sticky people, grab his phone from the counter and jog back to your car. You were just a few feet away from your car when the red string of fate finally came into a view. Your eyes immediately went to the other end of the string. Surprisingly, it ended at your car. The red string of fate only comes twice in your lifetime, thrice if you get lucky. This was your second time around. The first one was during a party last year where it stopped at Johnny's huge circle of friends. Unluckily, they were all huddled together so you didn't get to see who your soulmate was before it disappeared.

Wasting no time, you tried to run as fast as you can. It's as if the Deities were against you. The red string of fate vanished the moment you opened the car door. 

"You assho-" Jaehyun's loud voice halted the moment he saw your breathless face. Johnny's bare biceps flexed as his hands grabbed a fistful of Jaehyun's shirt. His face contoured into a spiteful one. You were sure that this was not because of alcohol.

"What the fuck?" Your brows furrowed at the sight of you. Just minutes ago they were friends. Now, they're trying to kill each other. The both of them had a mini glare battle before Johnny let go of Jaehyun's shirt, pushing his chest on purpose. The other boy poked his cheek with his tongue out of anger. You closed the door behind you, turning at the both of them.

"Who is it? Who saw their string of fate?" You asked, dying to know who between them is your soulmate. You should've known better before you asked the question because the two boys seemed to have the same answer.

"It's me!"

"I did,"

Tongue tied and baffled, you were confused who between them is 'the one'. But you were absolute of one single thing-- one of them is lying

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The Secrets We Keep  -  Part 2

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I pulled my white 1970 Mercury Cougar into the parking lot to my apartment complex four and a half hours after hitting the road.  A personal best for me.  It was pushing 4 A.M, I was beyond exhausted and I still had a lot of work to do before I could even think about getting to sleep.

The trunk sprang open and I pulled my pink quilted duffle bag from it, slinging the handles over my shoulder as best as I could.  The staircase leading to my front door welcomed me home and I took each step as if I were climbing a mountain.  Everything was sore and I could feel my eyelids fighting my exhaustion.

My neighbor’s door, as always, was cracked open.  Mrs. Kellar was the president (and only member) of the local neighborhood watch and I was just lucky enough to have her right next door.  I pulled the key to my front door from my pocket as silently as possible, hoping to avoid yet another awkward encounter with the busybody, but to no avail.

“Little late to just be getting home, don’t you think Y/N?”  She poked her head out of the door, angrily staring at me with the judgmental eyes of a disappointed grandmother. Her hair was wrapped in a nightcap and her yellow plush robe was tied too tightly around her waist. She clutched at the neck of her robe as if holding her pearl necklace in astonishment.  “Yep,” was my only response.

“I don’t want no hooligan’s in my building, ya know.  This is a nice quiet place.”  I nodded silently. “Goodnight, Mrs. Kellar.”  I opened my front door and walked into the dining room, closing the door behind me. I could hear my neighbor’s astonishment and aberration of the level of disrespect that no good neighbor of hers showed as she complained to the emptiness of her own apartment and I listened through the paper-thin walls. My bag dropped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a thud.

I glanced at my dining room table.  In any other home, it would be where meals were eaten, and family meetings took place. Instead, my table was covered edge to edge with newspaper clippings, police reports and crime scene photos.  I started picking up each document.  Most of them were directly related to the case I’d just wrapped up.  But some of the reports and photos were for one I was looking into that would take me a few states away; further than I’d gone yet.

Within an hour, my garbage can was full of scraps of paper from my closed case, and all my research for the next one was happily hidden in the firesafe that was tucked away in my closet. Five fifteen in the morning now and every inch of me was screaming for bed.  With my secret work and life safely tucked away from prying eyes, I happily obliged and fell headfirst into my bed without bothering to peal off the well-worn and filthy clothes I had been working in hours before.

The sound of fists slamming against my front door startled me awake.  My eyes flickered as I struggled to focus on the face of the clock the rested on my nightstand.  One o’clock?! There was no way I’d slept that long. My cellphone charger that lay next to my clock sat empty.  Damnit! I began searching my pockets for my phone as I sprang out of bed and sprinted for the door.

The knocking on my door rang out yet again. “Yeah, I’m coming!” I shouted; my voice still heavy with sleep. I yanked the door open and came face to face with a very angry faced Dean Winchester, and his brother, Sam, standing just behind him with his arms crossed, radiating various emotions; none of which I could read.

“Oh good,” Dean sarcastically greeted me. “You’re not dead.  See ya.”  He made a move to turn away from the door and head for the stairs but his brother’s hand pushed him back as Sam shook his head at him.

“Sorry, I just woke up. I didn’t realize how late it was.” I took a step back, allowing them both into the apartment. “When did you guys get in?”  I looked at Dean and over to Sam.  He nodded at me silently with the hint of a smile at his mouth as he finally uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands into his deep pockets.  

“Couple of hours ago. Just long enough to have called you a dozen times and start going out of our minds worrying.”  It was obvious Dean wasn’t going to let this one go.

“Dean, I was out super late and I crashed.  Hard.  No need to worry.  I’m fine. All parts intact and good to go.” I made a show of spreading each arm and leg out independently before turning in a circle as if he needed to inspect me for damages. Dean’s face finally broke as he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Never do that again.”  

“Yeah, yeah.” I muttered as he pulled me into a hug. “Y/N, you reek.  Why do you smell like a housefire?”

Internally, I panicked as I cursed myself for forgoing changing out of my clothes when I got in. “Bonfire,” I explained as coolly as I could muster.  Sam’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “You hate bonfires.”

“Yeah, well, not when tequila is involved,” I responded as I gave him double finger guns, feeling ridiculous.  They seemed to accept my answer.

“Come on,” Dean looked at me.  “Get showered, get dressed. Let’s go.” Now it was my turn to be confused. “We’re in town for like a day.  We’re going out and you’re coming with us.”  I rolled my eyes but began walking back towards my bedroom, grabbing the duffle bag off of the floor and carrying it with me.

“Ten minutes!” Dean yelled after me as I closed the door to my room.  I threw the bag on my bed and immediately unzipped it, knowing my cell phone would be inside.  Picking it up and pressing the wake button, the screen only flashed “Low battery” at me for a moment before the screen went black and the phone turned off completely. I quickly laid it on my charging pad on the nightstand and headed to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, I was fresh, clean, and dressed.  I threw my still damp hair up into a bun and quickly rolled on deodorant before tapping my phone’s screen.  “55%, good enough for me.”  

I opened the door and walked into the living room. “Okay, I’m set. Let’s go.”  

“Great,” Dean exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. “I’m driving.”  Dean always drove.  It was an accepted and unwritten rule.

We piled in the car, Dean in the driver’s seat, Sam sitting shotgun and me in the back sitting behind Dean. “Where to?” I asked. “Dude,” Dean replied, his voice full of incredulity.  “The casino. That place has the best shrimp cocktail in town.  That, booze and blackjack and I’m good.”  

“Works for me.”  I settled into the seat and pulled my phone out of my pocket as it continuously vibrated, alerting me to each missed call, voicemail and text message that had come through throughout the course of the day.

I flipped through the text messages. Mostly from Dean, beginning with “About an hour out.  See you soon.”  Followed up with “You still free?”  and “Where are you?” getting progressively more panicked as time went by. There was one from my boss letting me know he wouldn’t be in the office the next day, and the last one from Sam that was just a question mark.  It went hand in hand with his behavior since I’d opened the front door; silent stoicism.

The voicemails were far less numerous so I pushed the dial button and began listening to them.  Sam’s easily identifiable sigh rang through the phone and into my ear before the line disconnected.  Then a message from Dean with threats of bodily harm if I wasn’t already being held hostage by a homicidal maniac.  And the final message was from Sam.  He began with a deep breath before he spoke. “I just need you to be okay. I need you to call Dean or call me and just…I just need you to be okay.  I know I was a jerk and I know I ruined it, but I care.  I still care, so much.  Just be okay.”  I looked up at him, my eyebrows pursed and my mouth slightly agape.  The phone was still up to my ear as Sam’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. All stoicism vanished as panic appeared in his eyes as he turned his head to face me.  

Part 3 

Tagging from previous like-age:

@vicmc624​@waywardprincesa @heyyy-hey-babyyy​ @carissime72​  @deans-baby-momma​  @formulafun​  @woodworthti666​  @yetanotherreader​ @crashlyrose​ @hobby27​  @gabby913​  @jxackles​ @polina-93​@supernaturaladdictsblog  @fandomoverdose666​  @deans-baby-momma​ @deanwanddamons​  @tazzi-baby​ @acertainhero​

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 19*

Summary: John B reveals some shocking news  

Taglist:

@outerbongs @ma10427  @eb15 @justcallmesams @lasnaro @gviosca @iamaunicorn4704 @certainstatesmantoadartisan @tangledinsparkles @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid @hurricane-abigail @lopineapples @jellyfishbeansontoast @lonely-kermit

Part 18 Part 20 

Note: As always please let me know what you guys think and I hope you enjoy!

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I didn’t want to go back home.

The chateau wasn’t even a home to me anymore...A constant fear of being in this town lingered everywhere we went. Having to watch over my shoulder for every move I made, it haunted me. And I knew it would for years to come. There wasn’t a single person outside of my group that I could trust anymore, not even the cops. They were all dirty anyways, so it wasn’t that much of a loss. 

I almost had JJ set us up camp in the van while we watched out for Rafe, but I was so tired. I wanted to sleep in my bed and be wrapped in JJ’s arms. We drove back to the chateau, silence lingering between us. I lit a cigarette, cracking the window so the smoke wouldn’t linger in the van. 

“You ok babe?” JJ asked, reaching to hold my other hand.

“Just tired is all honey bear,” I said, yawning afterwords. He chuckled, bringing my hand in his to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

“I love you” he said, glancing over at me.

“I love you J” I murmured, barely able to keep my eyes open. I finished off my cigarette before tossing it out the window.

I must had fell asleep because the next thing I remember is feeling someone pull on me. I jolted awake, my heart pounding in fear as I started to wiggle out of the persons hold.

“Baby, it’s just me.” JJ said, letting me down and hugging me to him. I was still breathing hard, trying to get myself under control.

“I’m sorry” I croaked out, tears welling from how scared I was. JJ shushed me and rubbed my back.

“You’re safe now my sweet girl, I won’t ever let that happen to you again.” he whispered, tucking his face into my neck as I cried. 

“You can’t guarantee that JJ” I sniffled.

“Well I can damn well try. You are the most important person in my life and I can’t...no I won’t lose you.” JJ stated firmly, pulling back to hold my head in his hands. 

“JJ-” I started, but didn’t get to finish.

JJ crashed his lips to mine in a searing hot kiss. It was full of fire, passion, fear, and love. I held his wrists as I kissed him back just as hard, tongues and teeth clashing together. JJ pulled back, both of us staring intently into each others eyes. He took my hand and pulled me into the chateau. As soon as the door shut behind us, JJ was on me again. He pushed me up against the wall as our hands explored each other like we’d never had before. 

Like it was all new.

JJ started taking his shirt off, only breaking our kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and knocking his hat off in the process. I weaved my fingers into his hair, using that hold to pull him impossibly closer to me. He then shoved his hand between our bodies and down into the front of my shorts, grazing my heat. I gasped into his mouth, his response was putting the flat of his palm right against my clit and rubbing hard. 

“JJ” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His fingers moved my underwear to the side so he could insert two fingers into me, slowly pumping them in and out. He moved his kisses to my neck, trailing slowly before licking all the way up to my ear. He went back down to where my shoulder met my neck and sucked. I moaned, taking my hand to palm his hardness that was poking out of his shorts. He growled, pushing his hips towards me. I stuck my hand in his shorts, copying his movements. His warm skin contrasted against my cold hands as he hissed. His fingers coming out of me and back up to rub at my clit. I rubbed my thumb around his tip before starting to stroke him up and down, twisting my wrist to the best of my ability. 

The harder he rubbed my clit, the faster I stroked him. I used my free hand to pull JJ’s lips back to mine, both of us panting and moaning into each others mouth. JJ took my hand out of his shorts, leaning to take mine off along with my underwear. He got to his knees, putting one of my legs over his shoulder before burying his face in my heat. I pulled his hair hard, pushing him into me. He licked and sucked everywhere, stopping to slurp the wetness that had started to leak down my thighs. I threw my head back against the wall, I was getting too hot, so I took my shirt and my bra off all together. JJ brought his hand back up to start pumping his fingers inside me again. This time going a lot faster now that his hand wasn’t restricted. 

“Oh, fuck, JJ. Baby, please don’t stop I-I’m going to-” I panted.

I came on his fingers, moaning his name loudly as I closed my eyes. He took his fingers out to lick at the remaining cum that wasn’t on his fingers. I moved my leg off his shoulder, still trying to catch my breath. JJ came back to his feet, licking each of his fingers that were inside me. I couldn’t help but stare, he looked so sexy. He kept eye contact with me, smirking because he knew I liked it. 

“I think it’s my turn now baby” he said, grabbing my jaw and pulling me to him so he could kiss me. 

I giggled, pulling on his belt loops to get him closer to me as we kissed. I pushed him back until he was seated on the couch with me above him. He leaned back on the couch with his arms spread across it. I stared at him for a moment, drinking in his appearance. His messy hair from me running my hands and pulling on it, his baby blue eyes that seemed brighter, the indents of his muscles, and how his breathing was still a little erratic. 

“Take a picture it will last you longer babe,” he joked, I chuckled in response.

I leaned down to kiss his lips again, slowly trailing my kisses down his neck. It was now his turn to grab my hair right at my scalp. I licked down his chest, stopping to bite his nipple. He groaned, pulling my hair tighter. I kissed down his abs, unbuttoning his shorts. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down with his underwear. He hissed as the air hit his hard length, my mouth watering at the sight. I traced my finger lightly from the tip to his balls, going midway down his thigh. I kissed his thigh, slowly trailing my lips toward where he wanted me. JJ sunk more into the couch, his hands coming to grab at the cushions. His breathing becoming more labored the closer I got. Just as I was about to be at the base, I switched to his other thigh, and gave it the same treatment. 

“Babyyy, please, no more teasing” JJ whined, trying to shift so I would move closer to where he needed me to go.

I took one of his balls in my mouth, circling my tongue around it. He moaned loudly, gripping on the couch tighter. I did the same to the other one then licked from the base to the tip. I kissed his tip before licking away the seed that started leaking out of him. He tried to push my head down, but I didn’t let him. I knocked his hand away, he whimpered, trying to buck his hips into my mouth. 

“Fuck” he said through his teeth, using his palms to wipe at his eyes. He became more frustrated at my slow movements. 

I changed my tune and sucked hard on his tip, wiggling my tongue on the slit. JJ gasped, letting out a choked breath. I started to bob my head fast, using my free hand to squeeze his balls. I sucked him hard, JJ threw his head back in ecstasy. His chest rose up and down at an alarming pace, so I knew he was about to blow.

“Wait, baby, stop. I can’t-I want to-inside” he panted, pulling on my hair to get me to come off.  

I touched my nose to the base and sucked hard all the way up, moaning against him. When I came off of him, JJ pulled me up and into his lap. He pulled me down right on to his hard length, a loud moan forcing its way from my chest. I grabbed on to his shoulders, I leaned in and kissed him hard. He groaned moving his hand from my hip to smack me hard on the ass, I gasped into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, then took my hips and moved them.

“Ride me baby” he whispered into my mouth.

I moved my hips, getting a feel for what made him feel good. I used my knees to push myself up and down. He was hitting so deep inside me it was hard to focus on what I was doing. JJ leaned forward to take one of my nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. He took one of his hands to the other nipple and twisted it with his fingers, I pulled on his hair as I kept moving my hips. My clit was rubbing against his abdomen, and with his attention harvested on my nipples, I knew I wasn’t going to last. I bucked my hips hard, twisting them as I chased my high. JJ bit my nipple and I exploded. I shook on top of him as I came, stars clouding my vision. 

“Shit” I panted, coming down from my orgasm. 

JJ flipped us over so my back was on the couch now, still inside me as he moved. I yelped as he pulled all the way out before slamming back inside of me. I clawed at his chest, I was so sensitive I was lost in a sea of pleasure.  

“JJ, no more. Too much.” I grunted.

He ignored me and continued to pound into me, his pace so hard and fast my legs started shaking. He stared at the place where our bodies were connected, his hard length covered in my wetness. I gasped as he took one of his hands to rub hard at my clit.

“JJ!” I screamed, digging my nails into his skin. I was sure those would be sore in the morning. 

JJ leaned down to smash his lips to mine, our teeth clanking together from the force. I choked out a sob as my third orgasm started creeping up on me. I could feel tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes. JJ’s face and chest starting to turn red from how fast he was fucking me. He started to become more erratic with his thrusts, getting closer to the edge. He moaned loud, throwing his head back. 

“Are you there baby?” he asked. 

I nodded, wanting so bad to let go. He rubbed me a few more times before I screamed his name loudly, throwing my head back into the couch. I grabbed at his biceps as I twitched from how hard I came. JJ following right behind me as he yanked himself out of me, spurts of his seed landing on my pubic bone and stomach. We were both panting loudly, JJ collapsed on top of me. I grunted from the force, but I didn’t care. I hugged him to me, running my fingers through his hair.

“I love you” I whispered, kissing his cheek. 

He chuckled before responding, “I love you more sweets.”

We got up and headed to the bathroom, cleaning ourselves then heading to bed. Both of us falling asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.

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I was startled awake by my phone ringing. I saw it was my brother and picked up.

“There better be a good reason you’re calling me at 9 in the morning on my day off.” I said grumpily into the receiver. 

“Bubba” John B sniffed into the phone, I was suddenly wide awake.

“Birdie what’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, worried for my brother’s safety.

“C-Can you come get me? I ran to the midway between The Cut and Figure 8, but can you...fuck. Can you just come pick me up? Please.” he cried into the phone.

“I’m on my way Bubby, don’t move.” I said, we exchanged ‘I love you’s before I pulled JJ out of bed. Neither of us changing before we hopped in the van and went to where John B said he was.

He was sitting on one of the benches, his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking, an indication that he was crying. I jumped out of the van as soon as JJ stopped, running to my brother’s side. He looked up as he heard me coming to him, tear stains lining his face. He held out his hands to me and I went to them, crushing him into a bear hug. He buried his face in my neck and sobbed, JJ coming to his other side and putting his hand on John B’s shoulder. 

“He killed him” John B blubbered, I could barely understand him.

“What Birdie?” I asked softly, pulling back to look at him.

“Sarah’s dad...h-he” John B could barely form any words from how hard he was crying. My heart shattering at the sight, my brother hardly every cried. He was one of the strongest people I knew.

“What did he do Bubby?” I asked again, pushing his hair out of his face.

“He killed dad” he choked out. My eyes widened, a sudden sadness rushing through me.

“How? I mean, how do you know this?” I asked, feeling the burn in my eyes of the tears that were sure to come. 

“He told me...h-he tried...he tried to kill me” John B sobbed, planting his face in my chest as he sobbed. I clutched his head, looking at JJ as tears of my own started to trickle down my cheeks.

“What the fuck?” JJ said, standing up as the anger for his best friend coursed through him.

“Does Sarah know?” I asked John B.

“She didn’t believe me” he whispered.

“Oh, Birdie” I said softly, combing my fingers in his ratty hair. 

“He knew what dad was up to because they were partners and dad felt like Mr. Cameron was wanting to use the gold for something sinister, so he killed dad to find the gold for himself.” he sniffed.

“He sent those men after us” I concluded, John B nodding against me. 

“We have to go get that gold, tonight.” JJ said firmly.  

[azrasclaw]

can u imagine e/g making out with you and always biting your lower lip and sucking on your tounge🥵 and running their hands through your hairrr. ughhh🤤 imagine please xx

thank youuu for sending this innn<3

im always soft for e so... heres some soft e i guess 🥰😇

you're laying with your back to his chest on the couch, watching a documentary and winding down after a stressful week. burrowed underneath a fluffy blanket and with his additional heat against you, you quickly become drowsy with sleep even if you'd prefer to enjoy his company rather than fall asleep.

it's clear that he doesnt want to waste his hours with her on sleep either. he becomes fidgety behind her; changes his position a few times until he settles with supporting his head with his hand to hover above your face. his hand under your shirt starts moving, his blunt nails scratching your belly slightly, bringing a smile to your face from the tickling sensation.

he sighs, a first attempt to gain your full attention. then he huffs a bit louder. when that fails he whines.

"babyyy. are we seriously going to watch a documentary right now?"

you chuckle under your breath, having expected this outburst already, but still dont look away from the screen.

"you suggested it." he rolls his eyes.

"i didnt mean to watch it all the way through, obviously. its just. you know. meant to set the mood."

his knee nudges yours and then he kicks at your ankle slightly, playfully.

"what do you mean?" its so much fun to act oblivious.

he groans lowly before you suddenly feel his fingers on your chin, his thumb pressing into it and pulling it towards him. your head turns under his control to face him.

your plans to act outraged at this are ruined as his face descends quickly, settling his soft lips against yours. he pecks your lips a few times, your's stretching into a smile at the sensation; like clouds.

the scent of his cologne always lingers around but this close to him it mixes with the musky smell that's indescribable, it's just inherently e.

he sighs, nudges his nose against your nose in a sweet eskimo kiss before he leans his forehead against yours. his thumb rubs against your cheekbone in circles, then his hand smooths your hair away from your face. e turns his head slightly to reach your mouth better and you feel his tongue on your lips asking, seeking. with the opening of your mouth your tongues tangle in a warm hug. he groans into your mouth and buries his hand into your hair at the nape of your neck, wrapping it in his fist and using it to maneuver your head to his will.

your neck begins to cramp so you turn around to face him and he pulls you against him again frantically, as though the moment of separation was too much. he sucks on your tongue and feel his hips arching into yours at the resulting moan that leaves your lips. his hips remain glued to yours but there's a slight rubbing motion, like his unconscious is looking for friction and he cant completely halt his movements, small as they are.

you pull your head back, breathing in harshly the oxygen that you've missed in the haze of his kiss. e's mouth follows yours only to scrape his teeth against your swollen red lips before he latches onto them, biting and pulling it. he releases it to smooth over it with his thumb.

you watch his eyes open slightly, his lashes fluttering, his pupils blown and the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. ugh, you're so in love with this man.

[my-proof-is-you]

I Hate You, I Love You - Ch. 12

Summary:  It had been over a year since you had hunted with the Winchester brothers. You had felt you couldn’t hide your feelings anymore, so you left. While you were gone, life had been anything but good. When you meet up with the brothers again, you can’t resist staying with them. But your feelings for Dean are far from gone, and you’re afraid the pattern will remain the same. Can you hide what happened to you last year from the boys, or will the past come back to haunt you?

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-Con, mentions of graphic violence, torture

**I do not own the gifs or pics

Masterlist

Dean

Dean had been pulling himself away from Deb lately. He liked her and all, but he was having trouble keeping his emotions in check when it came to the thought of you and Sam together.

Deb tried reaching out to him and getting him to talk. But what was he supposed to say? Oh, I’m just insanely jealous of my brother and Y/N because I secretly want to be with her?

No way in hell.

He wasn’t even sure that what he felt was real. For all he knew, he could just be attracted to you physically. Of course, he did also love your personality. And laugh...okay, maybe he was kidding himself.

What the fuck was he supposed to do, though? If you were with his brother, there was no way he would stand in the way of you. Sammy deserved to be happy. He was kinda pissed that you were hiding it from him though.

“Hey, where’s Deb?” Sam asked, poking his head into Dean’s room. Dean was sitting on his bed, his laptop open in front of him.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Dean replied shortly without looking up. He knew he was acting like a dick, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Okay dude, what is your problem lately?” Sam asked, stepping further into the room with his arms crossed.

“Uh, I have no problem,” he said in the same tone, finally looking at his brother.

“Yeah, you do. So whatever it is, why don’t you just tell me? Cause you’ve been treating Y/N and I like shit lately and neither of us know why. Not to mention Deb, who doesn’t know why either.”

“Oh, so now you’re talking to Deb behind my back? What, you all get together and talk about what’s wrong with me that day?” Dean asked.

Sam looked at Dean with a mixture of confusion and anger on his face. “What, you think I’m trying to steal your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. And besides, I’m sure you have your hands full enough with Y/N,” Dean closed his laptop and stormed out past Sam and down the hall.

“Dean. Dean, stop!” Sam shoved Dean from behind. Dean whirled around, his face etched with anger.

“That’s what this is about? You think I’m in a relationship with Y/N?” Sam asked, unbelieving.

“Yeah, not that you’ve told me,” Dean said, getting in Sam’s face. “I saw you two the other night! I thought we were brothers. I thought we told each other things!”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t know what you saw, but I’m not with Y/N. And secondly, even if I was, what’s it to you? You’ve been spending all your time with Deb, and Y/N has definitely noticed.” Sam explained, poking Dean hard in the chest as he spoke.

“You—you’re not?” Dean asked, surprised.

“No. Y/N is like a sister to me, and that would be weird. Plus, I’m not a complete jerk. I wouldn’t go after her when I know you have feelings for her.” Sam said, his face softening a bit.

“N-no I don’t,” Dean said, trying his best to lie.

“Yes, you do. And even though it’s not me, if you don’t make a move soon, you’ll lose her to someone else.” With that Sam turned and walked back down the hall, closing himself in his room and leaving Dean dumbfounded.

You

All was quiet in the bunker, which you took advantage of by getting some reading done in the library. After a while, you heard the fluttering of wings behind you, causing you to jump up and turn around, an angel blade at the ready.

“Cas!”

“Y/N,” Castiel said, immediately launching himself forward and into your arms.

“Whoa, hey there,” you said hugging the angel back tightly. You hadn’t seen Cas since before you left the boys. When you had, he was definitely not this affectionate.

Cas pulled back and looked into your eyes, his hands on your shoulders.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I should have been there to heal you both times you were attacked. I was indisposed.”

“It’s okay, Cas. I’m fine. See?” You spun a small circle for him. He chuckled a little, but then narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, but what about the scars? And the pain in your leg?” He asked.

“I’m fine. Really,” you said, giving him a small smile. He walked up to you and placed a hand on your cheek.

You felt warmth flow from the spot and you closed your eyes. After a moment, both the lingering pain from the damage in your leg and any residual pain from the last attack were gone. You opened your eyes and lifted your shirt.

“I am unable to heal the scars. I’m sorry,” Cas said. He did look genuinely pained by this, and you felt bad for him.

“Cas, you did enough, really. I feel so much better.” You looked at him again and saw the guilt in his eyes. “C’mon, let’s go tell the boys you’re back!”

When you and Cas turned the corner into the hallway, you saw that Dean was standing in the middle, his shoulders slumped.

“Dean, look who’s back!” You said. He turned around at the sound of your voice and his expression was unreadable. You thought maybe you saw...longing? Regardless, his face soon lit up in one of your favorite smiles, the kind that made his eyes crinkle up.

“Cas? Where the hell you been, man?” He asked, giving him a hug and big clap on the back.

“Cas is here?” Sam said, poking his head out of his room. He gave Cas a hug that mimicked his brother’s.

“Yes, I’m back. I’m sorry I was gone for so long. We had a rogue angel trying to take over heaven. It was...a mess. One that I’m glad is over,” Cas explained.

“Well man, we’re glad you’re back. How ‘bout we go get some food to celebrate and catch up?” Dean asked.

Cas nodded. “Sure. Although, do you mind if I ask you a question first?”

“Shoot,” Dean said.

Cas looked back and forth between you and Dean. “How long have you and Y/N been in love with one another?”

@malfoysqueen14  @heyyy-hey-babyyy @mere-mortifer @divadinag

[immortals-malec]

Here we go, comparing the reunion scenes between Malec and everyone’s basic white ship c!ace.  Now i talked about how 3x12′s c!ace moment fell under both bad writing and zero chemistry, i decided to expand on it, by comparing how Malec nailed it and how c!ace didn’t.  So, the whole build up to the C!ace reunion from 3x10 to 3x12 is just lacking, just lacks, even though Jace believes that Clary is dead, he really doesn’t display the emotions for it, like he throws things around and yells, then goes to see Luke and suddenly believes that Clary is alive, this part falls on the writing and zero acting skills. Because this is supposed to be an emotional thing for c!ace and yet just lacks. Meanwhile Clary tries to get back to everyone and sorta falls flat there as well, because I can’t feel anything from her on that, they kinda show it but never really just made me feel it, when writing you’re supposed to do both so that way readers/viewers can feel it, that’s what I try to nail with my writing and  with this, it’s just nothing. Barely any emotion, I felt more emotion from Luke trying to prove that she’s alive. And that’s because Isaiah can just somehow nail the littlest writing he gets.  Anyways, to Paris, now this just makes me laugh because what the hell- most romantic city in the fucking world and yet you make it so lacking. I remember this clearly- another thing is laughable, is that green screened scenes of Matt and Isaiah. *clears throat* So they confront incesty burnt toast boy and Clary, she stabs herself he runs off, and  Jace goes to her. While Luke and Alec just disappear from view.  Now, they get all touchy-touchy and shit, kiss blah blah, meanwhile Paris in the background looks fake as shit, now I don’t feel any of the emotions, it just feels like blend bread, we get lines like “can’t believe i’m holding you,’ “always wanted to take you to paris.”, about how its some how better this way? What the fuck is that.  But they fall flat because they can’t do line delivery, chemistry is off and the writing is shit.  And also we got zero, and I mean zero feel! Emotions/passion just lack, if the lines lack,  than as an actor you gotta do it on your own, Harry and Matt have done it, but Kat and D*m just didn’t do it and can’t.  In this scene they don’t even act like they’ve been apart, like I want heavy breathing, sighs of relief, hugs, PASSION, and shit you know? But none of this is there, just nothing!! Like they just did one take and were like “that’s good, that’s  a wrap on s3!”  I also expected the scene to have some sort of declare for their love, but just nothing, they kiss, touch say some random lines and that’s just it. No emotions, no passion, nothing to show that they’ve been apart for a while and he thought she was dead, gone forever.  Compare this supposedly romantic as fuck scene to the Malec reunion scenes? It looks like shit.  In 2x09, they had Malec fight, it’s a stupid reason but fuck it worked anyways, so we would’ve that trope of one thinks the other is dead and the last words they said were angry words to them. In 2x10, was an action packed episode from beginning to end (its one of my favorites) Valentine takes over the Institute, and is on his way to getting the soul sword to its full power to kill the downworld, and we have Magnus over here worried about Alec, because he most likely can’t get ahold of him, because either is phone dies or is fucked up from the circle member attacking him from behind or he has it on silent not to alert the circle members that he’s alive and trying to stop them. And Alec’s worried about Magnus too, since the soul sword will kill him. And Magnus doesn’t care what happens to him, as long as he knows Alec’s safe, and we feel their fucking emotions even though the scenes are short, just more effort was put in by writing and the actors. Magnus has got the desperate breathing, feel to him, worried about Alec, which is something that’s failed by C!ace. They’ve got the feels about being worried about the safety of the other.  So moving on the soul sword is turned on, Valentine murders half of the pack, vampires and seelies, and like ten seconds later Alec comes running in out of breath, like he most have heard what went down and saw/felt the angelic energy from the sword. (he looks way more upset by the downworlders’ deaths then some others *coughs* another time for that)  And then he remembers, that Clary was under Magnus’s protection, and she’s there but Magnus isn’t, and it hits him like a million bricks falling down on him. You can hear fear, worry in his voice when he asks “Where’s Magnus? He wasn’t here, wasn’t he?” While he looks around at the dead bodies making sure that he isn’t here, as he’s told  nobody knows where he is, the way he says “oh god” and runs out looking for Magnus?? Emotional bitch there, you felt his need to find Magnus, to make sure that he wasn’t dead, you felt the fear,  desperation, you feel it, Matt rarely gets emotional scenes but when he does, he knocks it out of the park.  Now you skip forward and it’s fucking like mid-morning, you realize Alec’s been looking for Magnus all damn night into the morning hours, he doesn’t find Magnus dead but you can still feel the fear he has, once they show him rushing out of the Institute, he’s breathing heavily, he looks like he’s on the edge of a panic attack, because Magnus, where is he, than Magnus comes running to Alec and just touches him, the look on Alec’s face seeing Magnus? *chief’s kiss* he’s so relieved and throws himself into his arms, hugging onto him so tightly. You feel their emotions, as they come back together, thinking that the other could’ve been hurt or killed.  As we get close to the declaration of their love, we get Alec trying to catch his breath as he explains how not knowing if he was alive or dead, made him more terrified than any of his missions he’s been on, and Magnus feeling the same way, and than the little breathing gasps as Alec says he loves him? Just stab my arm. Than Magnus saying he loves him too? And then the kiss, they have, where Alec keeps his eyes open to make sure that Magnus is really there, and than him closing his eyes as they rest their foreheads together, feeling so relieved as Magnus smiled and then they bury their heads into each other’s shoulders? Fucking top tier, baby.  the C!ace reunion was supposed to be like this and yet fell flat, when you’re supposed to be in the most fucking romantic city in the world, and you think that the love of your life is dead, and is suddenly alive, but you just er i can’t believe you’re here. You talk so fucking casually, meanwhile Malec’s is how it’s supposed to be Why did Malec nail that scene? Was it the director? The writing? Or Matt and Harry’s emotional acting skills? Answer is all three. Again compare that C!ace reunion to Malec’s in 3x21? Just  lacks!  In 3x21, we had that emotional cliffhanger of Alec crying as he watches the love of his life basically just leave after they got engaged (originally Alec and Maryse’s scene was supposed to be in 3x20, but got moved to 3x21), so we have Alec being all  desperate and determined to get Magnus back, even though everyone tells him it’s a lost cause because Magnus can’t come back ever. But it doesn’t stop him, he legit stays up until he passes out from lack of sleep looking for a way to get Magnus back.  Magnus is over here depressed, thinking that he will never see Alec or his family again, while looking over his engagement ring? Sobbb those emotions you feel, that lacked with C!ace at the beginning of 3b.  And then we get him wanting to become a fucking vampire just so he could be with Magnus to face down Lilith, because he thought there was no other way.  We get the scene of him getting pissed off to where he loses control over his magic because he wants to find Magnus, then the ring grounds him?? Fucking hell babyyy amazing. The reunion, Magnus looking out at Edom, to hear Alec’s voice, because at first he thinks he’s imagining it, but Alec keeps calling out his name until he reaches him, and Magnus turns around to see him there, with a relieved smile at seeing his fiance there. The way he says “Alexander” as he rushes, actually fuckin, skips to Alec until they clash into each other in hug, the way Magnus clutches onto him, Alec’s smile, as Magnus says he thought he wouldn’t see Alec again, and Alec pulling back to saying it’s only Edom, (boy is basically saying hell couldn’t stop them from b eing together) and that they weren’t gonna let him fight Lilith alone, (lets ignore Lorenzo’s ass always creepin in the background).  You got Magnus saying, if we do win, then what and Alec revealing that he’s gonna stay with Magnus in Edom, leave his whole life behind for him and the look in Magnus’s eyes as he said that? *Chief’s kiss*.  The whole time you got a beautiful sing  playing in the background and the emotions again, the way they breath and shit just they nailed it.  Basically the scenes are supposed to be the same type of scenes, and yet Malec nailed it where C!ace failed, they did the emotions where they thought the other could be dead/gone forever/they never thought they would see each other again. You felt the emotions.  Meanwhile C!ace just talks really fucking casually during their reunion scene, it’s just like???? And Kat and D*m just couldn’t feed us emotions if the script lacked it.  Lack of script handling and just unable to act out emotions made C!ace’s reunion suffer. 

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Power of the Internet 2

Hey, guys :) I wrote a sequel. You should read the first one before reading this. You can find it here.

Summary: Confessing my feelings for Beca - Chloe Beale.

Hope you enjoy it :D

Chloe ran around her apartment frantically, looking for her keys that she knew were hiding somewhere in plain sight. She was running late as usual. She checked her living room, bedroom, even inside the fridge because sadly it happened before then stopped and took a deep breath. She looked around herself and suddenly glanced at the key holder on the wall and deadpanned. 

Of course, the one time she actually placed the keys where they were supposed to be that’s when she couldn’t find them. Shaking off her thoughts, she ripped the keys away and glanced back toward the little puppy standing in the hallway, watching her with the saddest eyes Chloe ever saw. 

“Aw, mommy will be back soon, baba. You’re gonna get you shots tomorrow then we’re going on the biggest walk ever, okay?” She cooed sweetly and opened her door, stepping out into the sun and walking to her car. 

She set up her camera on the dashboard safely and buckled up. Pressing record, she smiled bright into the lenses. 

“Good morning.” She sing-songed cheerfully. “Sorry, if I look a little insane. I couldn’t find my keys this morning and I ran around the house like a maniac, Bella probably thought I was crazy but long story short, I did lock the house.” She held up the keys for proof. 

“Anyway...I’m actually going to take you guys to a very special place today.” Chloe’s tone went up in pitch as her excitement grew. “I’ve been literally begging her for months now to let me see it but she was a tough cookie to crack but as you can probably guess it, I did.” Chloe smirked. “Beca invited me to come to the studio and have a look around! Isn’t that the best? Isn’t she the best?”

She could jump from joy in the driver seat but instead she turned on the engine, preparing to back out from the driveway. “I’m so excited. But first, we’re going to Starbucks to grab her and me a coffee because I just can’t function and then we’re gonna get a tour! I’ll see you in a little bit.” Chloe winked playfully and shot off the recording, and pulled away from her house and onto the highway.

Twenty minutes later, she reached the studio’s security gate and after giving the guy her name, she was let in easily. Beca was already waiting for her in front of the back door, rubbing her hands together. 

Chloe let her eyes wander over her outfit, Beca’s signature black ripped t-shirt with equally ripped black jeans made Chloe took in a deep breath. She looked insanely hot to the redhead. Parking the car, Chloe grabbed her stuff and turned on her camera, focusing on Beca’s frame. 

She skipped the few meters between them and giggled, wrapping her arms around her shoulder but making sure she was capturing the moment. Ever since their first video together, her fans were going ballistic over their relationship even thought, they informed them it was platonic. The fans made up a ship name for them as well, some of them calling them Bhloe which was just weird but Chloe appreciated the pun but her favorite was Bechloe. She liked the sound of that.

“Hey, stranger.” Chloe smiled, squeezing her tightly. Chloe got into a habit of calling Beca stranger after her title vidoe

“Hey, weirdo.” Beca greeted back and circled her arms around her waist, placing her chin on Chloe’s shoulder. This girl waltzed into her life and completely changed it for the better. 

Not trusting herself to not sniff Chloe’s strawberry scented hair, Beca quickly pulled away and a black camera was instantly in her eye of sight. 

“Arg, Chloe, again? You know I don’t like being filmed.” Beca whined but did nothing to shield her face and kept looking at the girl who grinned playfully. 

“Too bad because my - or should I say our fans now loves seeing you.” Chloe purposefully inched closer the device to Beca’s face, laughing when the girl pushed her hand away. “Beca say hi.” 

“Hey.” Beca said awkwardly, switching her gaze between the lenses and Chloe’s eyes. “I still not sure where to look. I feel weird.” 

Chloe smiled sweetly. “Just look at me. You’re fine.” Deep blue orbs met ocean blue ones as Beca already felt calmer. 

“Ar - are you ready for the tour?” Beca asked after a moment of silence and Chloe’s smile returned to its full potential. 

Chloe opened up her door, ushering in Beca first before kicking it close behind her, Bella had the tendency of escaping every opportunity she has to play in the dirt outside. The little puppy barked out loud, waving his tail excitedly and jumping up and down in front of Beca. 

The brunette instantly kneeled down and got attack by Bella, licking every inch of her face she could reach. Chloe smiled fondly at the scene as she quickly grabbed her camera and pointed at the pair. As soon as Beca met Bella, they both fell in love with each other.

“Hey, babyyy...I missed you too. Yeah I did.” Beca cooed uncharacteristically as Chloe circled around them while pouting.

“Hey, I didn’t get this kind of treatment. Didn’t you miss me? I’m jealous.” She asked halfhearted hurt tone slipping into her voice. The album Beca was working on for months fastly approached its deadline so the girl worked her butt off, often not having enough time to spend with the redhead. 

Beca looked up from her place on the floor, hands busy patting the puppy who still hasn’t calmed down. “I saw you a week ago. I haven’t seen her in a month. There’s a difference.” Beca commented before smirking. “Plus she’s way cuter than you.” 

Chloe gasped. “How dare you? You take that back, Beca Mitchell. Now!” 

Beca stuck out her tongue at the redhead. “Sorry can’t do. It’s on camera.” 

“You know I edit my own videos, right? I can make you look like a jerk. Or worse...the sweetest person ever.” Chloe threatened jokingly, camera still recording. 

“No, we can’t have that.” Beca played along and with one final kiss on Bella’s head, stood up. “What can I do to change your mind?” 

Chloe tilted her head, pretending to think before a smile blossomed on her lips. “You can be in my Q&A today. I got a bunch of questions about you.” 

“I still don’t get it, dude.” Beca glanced down at the floor. “Why am I such a big deal to your fans? I’m nothing interesting.” 

Unconsciously, Chloe lowered her camera, an unreadable expression on her features. “I’m really sad you can’t see how amazing you are. But it’s okay because I’ll spend everyday telling it to you.”

“Hello, guys and welcome back to my channel. Today I’m joined by the lovely and talented, Beca Mitchell. Say hi, Beca.” Chloe said cheerfully and shook her head when Beca awkwardly waved before averting her eyes. 

The pair were sitting on Chloe’s couch against the wall while the camera was in front of them set up in a tripod. Chloe had her phone in her hand, while Bella took residents on Beca’s lap, sleeping the day away. 

“You guys sent us some questions on Twitter and we’ll do our best to answer all of them.” Chloe glanced at Beca for assurance. “But we probably can’t because you sent us thousands but we’ll try. Anyway, let’s get started.”

“First question. Where did you guys meet?” Chloe smiled excitedly and looked at Beca. “I’ll let you answer this one.” 

“Why?” Beca asked, adjusting Bella’s foot to not dig into her stomach. 

“Because otherwise you won’t talk and I’ll ramble away like I usually do and then it won’t be a joint Q&A. Plus, they want to get to know you as well as me.” 

Beca rolled her eyes but obliged. “Fine. We met at our park but we didn’t really meet that day. You were talking to your camera like a weirdo -”

“As one does.” 

“- then your crazy fans thought we were dating so you messaged me on Twitter and we met in a coffee shop.” 

“And the rest is history.” Chloe nodded. “That’s right. Good job.” She held out her hand for a high-five and Beca reluctantly give her one. 

“Okay, next question. What’s the dumbest way you injured yourself?” Chloe read the question from her phone. “Tripping over my own feet, probably. You?”

Beca looked down at the floor and blushed. “Falling off a couch?” 

Chloe furrowed her eyebrow. “How can you fall off a couch? Were you drunk?”

“No.” Beca sighed. “From jumping up and down.” 

“Beca, everybody’s done that when they were young.” Chloe said.

“I - I wasn’t a kid.”

“How old were you?” Chloe’s features lit up in amusement as Beca tired to dodge answering the question. 

“That wasn’t the question!” Beca shrieked making a laugh bubble out from Chloe’s mouth. 

“Okay, fine I don’t have to say it. But I’m definitely getting the answer out from you once we’re done.” 

Beca rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through Bella’s smooth fur. “Next question, please?”

“What movie can you watch over and over without ever getting tired of?” Chloe said, turning to the camera. “For me, every disney movie ever. No reason, no preference just put it on and I’m yours.” 

“Wow, you’re easy.” Beca teased earning a hard shove from the redhead before answering the question. “I don’t like movies thus I don’t watch them over and over again.”

Chloe pointedly looked at the camera. “Yeah, guys I know. I didn’t believe at first either but sadly it is really true. I tried to take her out to movies or have girls night a couple of times and each time I couldn’t convince her to watch one movie. One! I was miserable.” 

“Hey!” Beca protested, leaning forward slightly but careful not to disturb the sleeping animal. “What about me? You tried to use your puppy dog eyes on me and it took everything in me not to cave.” She turned to the lenses. “She has like a superpower with her eyes. Once you meet her and she looks at you, you’d be struggling to say no to her.” 

Chloe grinned. “But I only use it for good cause, right?” 

“Well, you use it on me everything time we meet to get what you want so no.” Beca grudged.

Chloe’s face fell slightly. “Okay, you make me sound like a terrible person.” 

Beca’s eyes widened as she snapped her head to the redhead and she realized she went too far with her joke. She softened her features and danced her fingers on Chloe’s knuckles on the couch. “I’m sorry. That’s not true, I’m just being a jerk.” 

“It’s okay.” Chloe replied, sending a gentle smile at Beca. She grinned down at her phone when Beca didn’t pull her hand away. “Okay. Are you ticklish?” 

Beca physically shivered at the words before unconvincingly shook her head. “N-no. Absolutely not.” 

Chloe’s eyes twinkled with revenge as she slowly lowered her phone and watched as Beca’s eyes fill with terror. “I don’t believe you. Prove it.” 

“Ch-Chloe, no...I - I have your dog! You can’t do anything to me when I have your dog on my lap. That’s animal abuse!” Beca’s tone grew fearful seeing the predator gaze directed at her and as a last resort, grabbed Bella around her belly and shielded her body from Chloe’s wondering fingers. 

“Beca.” Chloe’s voice were calm and collected but Beca didn’t buy it for a second. “Put my dog down or else...”

“O-or else what?” 

Chloe didn’t bother saying the threat out loud and instead let out a playful war cry and jumped on the Beca and started tickling her mid-section. The girl let out a loud scream and squirmed violently and accidentally releasing Bella from her hold, the puppy landing on the floor. Now that she didn’t have anything to protect herself, she slid down the couch, pulling Chloe with her. 

The redhead was relentless with her torture, straddling Beca’s waist and trapping the girl underneath her. She grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, both of them out of breath and breathing heavily. 

Suddenly the air grew thick with tension as both girls were highly aware of their close proximity but nobody moved a muscle. Beca couldn’t believe Chloe’s eyes could been anymore blue but looking at them now...her breath caught into her throat. Chloe’s chest heaved, flickering her gaze between Beca’s mouth and eyes before leaning down slowly and gently pressing her lips to Beca’s. The brunette responded to the kiss and Chloe finally let herself smile. 

Pulling away, Beca buried her face into Chloe’s shoulder and murmured. “I can’t believe we kissed for the first time on camera.” 

Chloe laughed carefully and let Beca’s wrist go, wrapping her arms around her. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll edit it out. Our first kiss should be ours.”