#I couldn't hold it in any longer (⁠・⁠–⁠・)

[just-thoughts-no-vibes]

I knew we would eventually reach a point where masses of people would misinterpret Arcane, but I never imagined it would be this bad.

Yes, I absolutely agree that season 2 was rushed, especially Act 3, and it is undeniable that the series would have benefited from at least one more episode if not an entire act. However, the current discourse about the show is so superficial that it's impossible to have a conversation about anything deeper but a mere synopsis of the characters and story.

So many of you expected this series to hold your hand and dumb everything down so you can understand it. But when it wasn't the case, you all started rioting and calling the characters vague, the plot bad, and the ships underdeveloped.

The amount of people who value spoken text more than the actions of the characters is worrying. And more worrying than that is the amount of those who interpret the said actions so superficially. I can't believe it needs to be explained that it wasn't Vi's death that led to the "good" timeline, but the lack of hextech. The result would have been the same if either of them had died. It wasn't about Vi, but about the child that died because of dangerous technology and that therefore that technology must not be used. The mischaracterization of Vi in general is insane. Call me biased and unfair, but the moment I hear you don't like her I will assume you didn't understand the show.

Also, the whole discourse around Caitvi scene in episode 8 is giving brainsmooth. No, Vi didn't choose Cait over Jinx, quite the opposite. No, Cait didn't plan all of it to fuck Vi. No, Vi didn't do it because she felt forced or because she is a horny animal who doesn't care about her sister. No, them fucking in a cell is not about the class difference, but about the fact that Vi felt an insane rush of emotions after realizing that Cait would let go of her revenge and help Jinx escape, all for her. Yes, I do agree that it would be nice if we got a longer conversation between Vi and Caitlyn and it would feel great to hear Cait apologize, but I'll always value actions over words. Her talking to Jinx, recognizing that she is just as bad as her, and choosing to trust Vi that her sister can change, thus letting Jinx escape will always mean more than any verbal apology and I'll die on that hill.

Also, it was Jinx's decision to let go and walk away. It was not about Vi trying to get to Vander, but about Jinx being tired of everything. Even if that fight didn't happen, the result would be the same: Jinx would leave because she knows that Vi couldn't do that. She knew that the two of them couldn't have a normal life together and that Vi would never give up on her. Jinx didn't "die" because Vi pushed her or failed her, but because she loved her too much. Whether you believe that she is dead or that she escaped, it's her decision either way.

Again, I agree that too much happened too quickly, but stop confusing your stupidity and inability to read between the lines with the quality of the series.

Arcane is flawed but still brilliant.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

I’ll Take Care Of You

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: sick Lando, smut

You weren't supposed to show up at the Las Vegas GP because you had your own business commitments, but knowing the state Lando was in, you decided to drop everything and come with him. You knew he needed you there and there wasn't a second of doubt in your mind whether or not to go with him when you saw how sick he really was.

After Brazil, Lando was not feeling well mentally. He couldn't sleep, he wouldn't eat or drink, his mood was at zero and all of this affected his immune system which resulted in him falling ill just before the Vegas GP.

Your heart ached seeing him like this because you knew there was nothing you could do except be there for him until he got through it. The only good thing about all of this was taking the pressure of being a world champion off his shoulders until next season at least.

Before the Vegas race, Lando could barely function, to be honest. His nose was blocked, his head was pounding, and he could barely hear in one ear.

As you closely followed the race in the garage, it no longer mattered to you which place he would take, you just prayed that he would finish the race safely and successfully so you can get him out of there.

So once the race was finally over, you were relieved, and so was he. When he got out of the car and took his helmet and balaclava off his head, he immediately looked for you with his eyes.

"Baby.." You looked at him sadly, approaching him and extending your arms towards him. "Are you alright?"

"Hey, love" His head fell onto your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, pulling you closer to him. "I feel so sick" He sighed quietly and you immediately put your palm against his forehead to check his temperature.

"Lan, you're burning"

He was exhausted, so tired he could barely keep his eyes open and head up. He desperately needed to rest and all you wanted was to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Go get changed and we're going to the hotel, okay?" You tell him.

"No, I don't wanna go to the hotel, I wanna go home." He says.

"Lan, you can't get on a plane like this. You need to get some rest first and then we're gonna go home"

"No, please baby, I just wanna go to our home, please. I really need it. I know I'll feel better as soon as we get home." He whines. You sigh for a moment just looking at him as you ponder if this really is a smart decision. "Please" His eyes plead and you finally agree.

He was clinging to you the entire flight, holding his head in your lap and trying to sleep. He still had a fever so you improvised compresses to put over his forehead.

Lando wasn't sick often, but once in a while when he caught a cold, it would wipe him out. It was the same this time. He was bedridden for a week, and you were there every day taking care of him. He wasn't even exaggerating, he was really sick and you were worried he would get dehydrated or his condition would get worse. You even wanted to take him to the emergency room, but he promised he was fine and just needed you by his side.

Once he finally felt well enough to get out of bed and go further than the bathroom, you felt a pair of arms hug you around your waist as you prepared lunch in the kitchen.

"Hey, baby" Your eyes lit up when you saw him.

"Hey" He smiled nuzzling his head into your neck and leaving a kiss.

"Are you feeling any better?" You asked.

"Mhm. My throat is still a little sore, but I feel much better." He says in a hoarse voice.

"Well, good then." You rise on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on his cheek. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. You really got me worried."

"Thank you for taking care of me" He smiles putting your face between his hands.

"You don't need to thank me for that. I enjoy doing it."

"I know, but that's my job - to take care of you and me."

"You know how they say, 'in sickness and in health'." You both laugh considering you're not even engaged yet, let alone married even though people around you keep asking you about it all the time.

"Do I hear the wedding bells?" Lando asks.

"I don't know, do you?"

"I think I do." He smirks biting his lip before pressing his lips against yours knowing it's only a matter of time before he proposes to you.

Although he felt better physically, he still hadn't mentally recovered from the 'defeat', even though he didn't want to admit it. But it gave him away when you looked for him on his side of the bed in your sleep and couldn't find him.

You squinted at your phone to see what time it was and when it showed 2 a.m. you found it strange that he wasn't there because he usually sleeps all night.

You headed straight for the living room where you found him on the couch in front of the TV. He was lying down in his boxers, watching TV, but his gaze was thoughtful and you knew something was bothering him.

"Lan?"

"Baby, what are you doing awake?" He asks extending his arm for you to lie down next to him.

"I have the same question for you." You say taking a place next to him and leaning your head against his chest.

"Couldn't sleep, I was tossing and turning the whole time. I got up so I wouldn't wake you up."

"And why couldn't you sleep?" You ask, but he stays silent. "Baby, what's bothering you? Talk to me, please."

"You already know what it is" He sighs tracing his fingers over your shoulder. "But I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I really don't, I just need to get through it."

"Is there anything I can do about it?"

"You're here with me. That's all I need." He says placing a kiss to your forehead.

But you were determined to do something, anything, to make him feel at least a little better. And what's better than satisfying him to relieve him of frustration and tension.

Besides, it's been over two weeks since the last time you fucked. You'd be lying if you said you didn't need him in the same way and you thought tonight was the perfect opportunity for both of you so you straddled him and started kissing him gently.

He gave in to the kiss, not yet realizing what you were up to. It was only when you slowly started grinding your hips against him that he smiled into the kiss.

"What's on your mind, baby?" He asked gripping your hips.

"Just wanna make you feel better" You said moving your lips to his neck. He moaned throwing his head back and you felt him starting to get hard underneath you.

You soon positioned yourself between his legs and pulled his boxers down. He quickly got rid of them, throwing them aside, and you began to kiss him around his length.

"Wanna please you" You said between kisses.

He took his cock in his hand and tapped it against your lips. You stuck out your tongue and licked his tip making him groan in response. You teased him by slowly licking him up and down and he was starting to get impatient.

"Baby, please" He whispered stroking himself against your lips.

"Please, what, Lan?" You asked innocently, stopping his hand and cupping his balls.

"Put it in your mouth"

His breath catches as your lips finally wrap around his cock. He collects your hair into a ponytail and tilts his head to get a better look at you taking him all the way in.

You keep taking him deeper and deeper until his tip hit the back of your throat and you gag around him.

"Oh fuck.." He moans while his fingers keep raking and twirling in your hair. Your hand soon replaces your mouth as you spit on his tip and stroke him up and down. You don't want him to cum this way, you want him to cum inside you and you know he's close so you straddle him again guiding his cock to your entrance.

"Fuck, baby, fuck" His hands are pulling your night dress up to reveal your ass and grab it. He lets out a low groan as you slowly sink down on him. Leaning back, he shifts his hips up to adjust how he's sitting.

"You feel so good, so big inside of me" You whine as your rock your hips back and forth.

"Yeah?" His breath is ragged as he grips your hips tighter and attaches his lips against your neck.

"Stretching me out so good, Lan, shit" You make special effort to compliment him tonight as you keep on riding him quickening your pace.

He grips your ass tighter pulling you down harder on him. His breath is ragged in your ear and it makes you take him deeper and harder needing him to lose control. And you know what's coming next when you feel him twitch inside you.

"I'm cumming" He chokes out triggering your own orgasm. You clench around him as he fills you up biting his teeth into your skin.

He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead while you lay leaning against his chest, barely catching your breath from the sweet release you both needed so desperately.

"I love you" He whispers. "I love you more than anything"

[calmenergy]

saw in the tags you asked for a blaze analysis, so I thought I'd do that!

Blaze, being the sol dimensions counterpart to sonic, is also meant to be an opposite of sonic like knuckles (which is probably why there was a small thing with Knuckles and Blaze in one of the IDW annuals). She's the opposite of Sonic in similar ways to knuckles. Her arc in sonic rush is about breaking her out of her lonely mindset of needing to always be alone and she's very dedicated to her duty in protecting the sol emeralds, for instance. While her and knuckles dedication to their duty of protecting their respective emerald(s) is very similar, one thing I do like is how they've got different reasons for being alone. Knuckles is often alone due to necessity, considering angel island, but Blaze is alone for a completely different reason.

Blaze feels like it's only HER duty to do what needs to be done. She doesn't have to be alone, which she realizes at the end of rush, she's choosing to be alone to her own detriment. Compare that to sonic, who is always willing to make a friend with someone and let them help unless they would end up hurt or smth forces him to do it alone.

Some other ways she's the opposite to sonic include her position in her world. Sonic, for all intents and purposes, is homeless and doesn't rwally hold any position of power in his world outside of "the hero that comes in sometimes to save everyone." Compare that to Blaze, who is a princess of a royal family. She has a lot more responsibility and power than sonic does over the workings of her world, which definitely is part of the reason she felt like she had to be completely alone during sonic rush.

Thing is though she's also very similar to sonic in lots of ways as well, like having special connections with their emeralds, having sassier personalities, even if blaze hides hers most of the time (it does shine through in some moments like her dialogue when preparong to fight eggman in rush for the first time, "It seems you like to play with fire... Allow me to light your fingers then!" and her tossing and catching the sol emeralds every time she gets one), and their willingness to do good no matter what.

Blaze is basically Sonic's mirror, not just his opposite. Similar in so many ways, but also distinctly different. Her and Sonic are like their dimensions, two sides of the same coin. Their designs even reflect this as well! There are lots of little details in their designs that show their similarities AND their differences. Hell, their super forms even are opposing, with super sonic having a yellow body and red eyes, and burning blaze having a redder body (closer to pink, but still) and yellow eyes. This image by Due_Lion_2990 on reddit sums it up pretty well in terms of their designs, plus some other things that parallel eachother.

Thus ended up way longer than I was initially intending it to be, but I couldn't help myself, Blaze is my favorite sonic character and I LOVE talking about characters that parallel each other

edit, only just noticed a buncha other ppl also made stuff abt blaze lmao, whoops

[itstheghostofmypast]

I'm Okay! Gwenchana!

Non-Idol Husband Choi San x (F) Reader

Summary: If there is one thing a good husband knows, it is that intimacy is not bound to the gratification of the physical being, but also the mind and soul.

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Rating: PG- 17

Word Count: 2.1 K

Est. Read Time: 10 min

Warnings: eldest sibling/child trauma (if ykyk)

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

AN: A bit self-indulgent- a light-hearted (i guess) fic before the first chapter of the Ice on My teeth series <3

He watched you walk into your shared bedroom and fall onto the bed, walking in behind you with a heavy sigh, tugging on his tie to loosen it. Perhaps the family dinner did not go as planned, well, most of it. The evening started off well, as well as it could be, honestly the only time he'd say you were this nervous was when you were around your parents. The jitters he'd see trembling through your frame had him holding himself back from enveloping you in a warm embrace, trying to soothe your nervousness, but the physical touch was one of the things you'd avoid around your family.

Slipping the tie off his neck, he unbuttoned his shirt, eying your sprawled out on the bed through the mirror. It was all fine, the conversation was light-hearted, the bare minimum critical comments were targeted towards you, nothing you couldn't handle- until your sibling had arrived.

With a heavy sigh he turned to face you, only to notice your soft breathing, of course, you had fallen asleep. Removing his shirt he walked over to you, reaching over to gently brush the loose strands of hair on your face, his lips pressed into a thin line as he noticed the pink puffiness around your closed eyes, the memories of you crying your heart out in the car on the way back had his heart clench again.

“Love, wake up,” the soft whisper of your husband stirred you out of your dreamless slumber, slowly you opened your eyes and turned your head to glance up at the man who gave you a soft smile in return. Helping you sit up his nimble fingers began to unbutton your top, slipping it off your shoulders. The chill in the room had goosebumps scatter across your warm skin, pulling you into full consciousness, as you pouted at him, “You want to do it now?” you asked, wondering if you should tell him that you were in no mood for it tonight, not that he’d force you, but you did notice how restless he was during dinner, and in the car on the way back, so perhaps he was expecting something.

“Huh? Oh.” the man chuckled at your silly little antics, “Such a naughty wife I have.” he mumbled, staring up at you as he crouched down between your legs, looking up at you while he slipped off your socks, “I just thought a nice warm bath would help you sleep better.”

“Oh…” your face flushed at the statement, embarrassed at the mistake you had just made, wondering why you even thought of it in the first place. Though you couldn't ponder about it any longer, especially when you were scooped up into his arms, a yelp escaping your lips as you looped your arms around his neck, clinging onto him for warmth, in nothing but your undergarments, “Sannie!”

“Don't worry, I'll be careful!”

His declaration echoed in the washroom as he walked into the shower cabin, gently placing you on the shower bench before ridding himself of his garments and turning to face you with a stupid smug expression, earning an eye roll from you. Once your pesky garments were out of the way he turned the nob to the left, holding onto the shower head to check the warmth.

“I can do this myself you know?”

San ignored your statement, only to turn around and ‘accidentally’ spray your face with the warm water, earning a squeal, “Oh- I'm sorry, must've slipped.” With that he approached you, sitting behind you, holding the shower head closer to your head for it to soak your hair and body while you stared at your hands in your lap.

“I never said you couldn’t.”

It wasn’t as if he had something out of the ordinary, but perhaps the whole dinner had been weighing down on you enough to have you sniffle at the statement and you hoped that for once he wouldn’t react to you crying, instead would let you- and you were glad he did, going about his routine.

San noticed the way your shoulders quivered, his hand giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze before trailing lower as if he were trying to ease the tension in your back muscles, with the help of the warm water that cascaded down your form. Switching off the water he picked up the shampoo bottle he had conveniently placed beside him, flipping open the cap he poured a generous amount of purple liquid into his palm, picking up the rich berry scent, and making a mental note to use this next time too, it smelled better than his mint shampoo.

With gentle hands he began to lather the shampoo in your hair, applying gentle pressure on your scalp, noting how your crying had seized, only to be replaced by your shallow breathing, noticing how you were trying to calm yourself down, your silence bothering him.

“It’s getting colder, no?” he conversed, trying to distract you from all those thoughts, “You should wear more layers from now on, yeah?”

You only nodded in return, closing your eyes when he began to wash off the shampoo, wanting to ask him if you were to return the favor, as your hand blindly reached behind you for the bottle.

“Love?”

“Umm…yes?”

“For someone who said she’s not in the mood, your hand is-”

“oh-Oh, I thought that was the shampoo bottle!” you gasped pulling your hand back- honestly unsure to why you were so embarrassed, you were married to the man.

“No problem at all, sweets,” his tone was oozing with cockiness as he turned off the water once more, this time reaching for the liquid body wash, “I do understand one can confuse the two because of the similarity in sizes.” He laughed at the way you turned to glare at him only to gently turn you back, “Hold still would ya?”

With a huff you turned around facing the tiled wall, watching the condensation, as he began to gently massage your shoulders, lathering up your body with the soap, feeling him get a bit handsy, but nothing too out of control, at this point you knew he was doing it to distract you. You wondered if you hadn’t stepped on his foot under the table tonight, what would he have said? Would he have defended you? Well, indeed he would have, but what would he have said? He was usually very composed, very calm and careful with his words.

Perhaps he would have politely said something to defuse the situation, or perhaps he would have lost his temper- in either situation, one thing was sure, you were glad you signalled him to be quiet. For if there was one thing you knew, it was that at the end of the day, you were taught that the eldest is to be patient, all bearing and understanding, even when the younger one is wrong- and you had been meeting that bar of expectation for all your life, perhaps because that’s how you were trained to be or to be more exact, you just were not a fan of chaos and useless banter. Though a part of you did wish, that either parent would have tried to handle the situation better, rather than dragging you down because of the whole ‘we expected better from you’ and instead understood when you confronted your sibling about the comment,

“Why? Didn’t you say you didn’t want kids?”

The statement had caught you off guard, the whole conversation was pointless anyway, the topic of children was between your husband and you, and why was it weird if you had changed your views from what they were at the age of fifteen. So, like any sane person, you snapped back with, “Why do you think I owe you an explanation?”

Apparently, that was wrong, and had let loose a whirlwind of emotions within you, especially when your parents began to talk about how it is natural to want kids, but as a family, they do have the right to know how your views changed or rather- your sibling, the sibling you were supposed to parent once they were gone. This followed the whole 'how you were supposed to be the bigger person', even when you argued back saying your sibling never needed to bring up such an old conversation in front of your husband, embarrassing you in front of him- of course, you didn’t tell him this? Why would you? Your views had changed and one day you did plan on starting a family with your husband-

“You need to calm down.”

His warm chest pressed against your back, slowly pulling you back into a hug, arms wrapping around you frame as he placed his chin on your shoulder, tilting to place a tender kiss on your cheek, before pressing his wet cheek against yours, “Thanks for stopping me back then, I know my expressions were scary enough, if I had said something else…” his words trailed off as he squeezed you closer, mumbling against your cheek before pulling away, “I don’t think I can choose my words wisely at the sight of my wife in tears.”

With the weight of those words weighing down on you, you found yourself being wrapped in a fluffy towel and walked out of the washroom, being seated on the bed when he had scurried towards the cupboard, pulling out his hoodie and running back with it, “Arms up!” and as if wired to the command you raised your hands giggling when in one quick motion you felt the soft cotton, the familiar scent enveloping you in a warm hug.

“Where are you going?” you asked as you watched him saunter back into the washroom with the towel hanging low on his hips, only for him to swiftly turn around with a serious look in his eyes, “You were right, the mushrooms did do me dirty.”

You took a moment to process what he said before sighing in defeat, shaking your head at the duality of your husband, so serious one moment and completely aloof the next. Nonetheless, one thing was sure, you really depended on him, perhaps he really was the only being keeping you sane. Perhaps tomorrow you’d talk to him about starting a family, and, tomorrow you’d tell him why you didn’t want kids at the age of fifteen- though you may censor the part where you for a very long time thought that like male seahorses, men give birth, and at fifteen when you found out that was not the case, your plans of having eleven children to raise your own football team quickly washed away- yeah, it was best to censor that part, one clown is enough in a relationship, no need to create a circus.

By the time San was done with cleaning and showering he had come out to find you sleeping peacefully, snuggled up on his side, much to his pleasure. Lifting the blankets he slipped into bed, laying on your side of the bed, sighing at the scent of your shampoo wafting off your pillow, he should do this more often. He wanted to know more about the whole secret that was spilt today, you had never mentioned this to him before, in fact, you seemed ever ready to start a family with him, so he wondered if he was in any sense forcing you to do so- for if there was one thing that mattered to him most, it was your happiness, so yes, if you felt just the two of you completed your family he'd be fine with that- perhaps encourage you to get a cat at max.

A part of him wanted to ask you about the expectations your parents had when it came to your role as an older child and their occasional unfair treatment- though he knew you’d brush it off, too scared of rejection to bring it up at the moment, perhaps one day he’d take a stand for you, one that he’d carefully curate, with wise words and logical reasoning- or you’d end up blowing up and handling it yourself before he could, but that was a worry of another day.

Slowly pulling you closer, he held his breath when you changed positions, afraid that he had woken you up, only to sigh in relief when you snored in bliss, only to turn and bury your face in his chest, an arm draping around his waist. A smile stretched across his face, giddy like a teenage boy who had finally confessed to his crush, openly welcoming this intimacy, as he squeezed you against him, tangling his limbs with yours before closing his eyes to waltz with you on the sprung floor of the ballroom in your dreams.

Though when he had almost succumbed to sleep his eyes snapped open, jerking himself awake at the horrid thought he just had, glancing down at you, unsure if he should wake you up, for it was a grave mistake, one that broke the chain of process of showering-

“I forgot to condition her hair.”

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[inktopuck]

juno | quinn hughes social media au (pt. 10)

pt.9

_quinnhughes and yournamehughes

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_quinnhughes theodore james hughes! the little man!

l_hughes06 hopefully he'll get my height

_quinnhughes you couldn't keep quiet for once??

jackhughes my dudeeeeeee

colecaufield oh my god how could you go into labor and not tell me??

_quinnhughes you're on the other side of the country

colecaufield THAT DOESN'T MATTER

trevorzegras open the door open the door open the door

_quinnhughes absolutely not

trevorzergas i brought ben&jerrys

yournamehughes LET HIM IN

elblue06 🔒

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elblue06 another little angel for grandma!

bradytkachuk congratulations Ellen!

elblue06 thank you, sweetheart!

ellensfriend oh he came out very blond!

elblue06 the boys looked exactly like him when they were born, it's like deja vu!

colecaufield he's so tiny!!

jackhughes so are you

_quinnhughes and just like that i remain mom's favorite

elblue06 my favorites are Isabel and Theodore

l_hughes06 that's cold, Ellen

elblue06 it's mother to you

trevorzegras that's right, ellen. you're MOTHER

jackhughes

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jackhughes oh we got a stud

l_hughes06 already gets more chicks (and dudes) than you

jackhughes 🖕🏻

yournamehughes he's so cute i'm going to die

jackhughes stop tooting your own horn

yournamehughes i just pushed him out, let me gush!

jackhughes speaking of gush, i'm sending you the bill for the shoes

yournamehughes it barely splashed you

jackhughes your water literally broke all over my brand new shoes. you'll be hearing from me

nicohischier ooh yeahhhh bring the nephew to the shore!!

tmeier96 wait he'll be a milf magnet

nicohischier TIMO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS

tmeier96 i don't remember making any promises

yournamehughes

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yournamehughes theo's first time at the beach! belly was ECSTATIC

colecaufield this is so beautiful i might cry

trevorzegras dude hold it together

colecaufield you cried watching the sonogram video

trevorzegras YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL

l_hughes06 bring them back to jersey right now

_quinnhughes i'm no longer on paternity leave

l_hughes06 i don't remember asking YOU to come

yournamehughes yeah Quintin, he didn't ask YOU to come

jackhughes belly took the cold plunge??? stronger than the marines

yournamehughes yeah and me because your brother refused to go with her.....................

jackhughes typical quinn

_quinnhughes i came out to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so attacked right now

elblue06 my biggest loves 🥰

[figurantedefilme]

— boyfriend!sam winchester headcanons.

pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader

summary: how sam would act if he were your boyfriend.

cw: friends to lovers, some details of romantic relationships, brief mentions of fighting, but lots of cuteness. poorly edited.

a/n: hiiii, so, these are some of my hcs of how sam would be dating his best friend ;)) these headcanons were very inspired by some of my favorite writers!! english isn't my first language. enjoy it ♡

— send me a request!! <3

▪︎ before you started dating, you were best friends, you did everything together. you were always in love with each other, you just hadn't realized it yet.

▪︎ dean always teased you about it, especially sam, saying he was too slow to not realize the obvious, you, of course, ignored it completely, thinking that the other didn't feel the same way or that you would never have the chance.

▪︎ after, this became difficult, hiding the heart-shaped looks whenever the other looked away, always trying to disguise it but failing miserably.

▪︎ sometimes you shared a bed and by some chance you woke up hugging or with your legs intertwined and this resulted in almost an entire day of tension, you barely talking to each other or making eye contact until you intended that nothing happened and continued to be the same as always. but then, unable to bear having to hide all this "unrequited" love any longer, one of you tries to distance yourself, thinking that these feelings could ruin your friendship and you don't want to lose each other's affection.

▪︎ this ends up leaving the other confused, thinking that they did something wrong, and doing everything to understand what is happening. after all this confusion, you understand each other, talk and finally confess your feelings to each other.

"i thought you hated me."

"i could never hate you, sammh. it's just that my love for you is so great that i couldn't stand being around you anymore."

"i ove you too, i'm so relieved about that, but promise me that you'll never hide anything again, no matter what it is."

"i promise."

▪︎ ever since you started dating, he always needs to touch you in some way, whether it's intimately or just holding your hand on a cold night. with that, know that he will never be able to sleep well again if he is not hugging you or at least with an arm around you.

▪︎ over time, he began to show his clingy side, sometimes needy just for your touch, your hands in his, or his somewhere on you, usually an arm on your shoulders or a hand on your hips.

▪︎ he also likes to always tell you how beautiful you are, that he loves you and how much you matter to him. even if he doesn't say it directly, he always tries to show it by doing something for you, even if it's small things like picking up your change of clothes when you take a shower, or when you're sick, he's by your side, available for whatever you need, buying you a drink that you like at the coffee shop, buying you a book that he knows you would like to read or simply paying attention when you talk, and making mental notes about little things that you do or like.

▪︎ he definitely loves it when you reciprocate or do similar things, in your way of showing your love for him.

▪︎ he won't admit it, but he feels so good when he sees you wearing his shirt, and how big it looks on you. he thinks the height difference between you is cute and sometimes he gets annoying.

▪︎ he's become more overprotective, but he tries not to suffocate you. this has also made him more worried about you during hunts, and the same goes for you.

▪︎ sometimes you fight because of his overprotectiveness, sometimes he doesn't want to let you go on a hunt because he thinks it's too dangerous and you get upset. dean tries to give sam advice about how he should stop trying to exclude you because you're too strong and can handle yourself, so he apologizes later and you're still a little upset, but then everything works out and everything's fine.

▪︎ dating sam can be complicated sometimes, especially as hunters, but you always support each other and know that everything will work out.

[winelovr]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Things in my life that changed drastically, despite I am still a new practitioner of Hellenic Polytheism.

𝜗𝜚 I am no longer praying with both of my palms holding together and doing the sign of a cross. I am now praying with both of my arms open wide, hands raising up to the sky and palms facing upwards.

𝜗𝜚 I am no longer a pathetic little girl who was always desperate to repent and begging for her sins to be cleansed. A little girl who used to think that her soul and vessel were extremely dirty and could not be forgiven by any God at all. A little girl who was so afraid of the place called "Hell" that she used to always cry by herself to sleep. 

𝜗𝜚 I am no longer a little girl who thought our life and fate were set by a mere religion, and we was forced to live according to religion's rules to the point we aren't allowed to enjoy things that we liked. A little girl who thought her only life purpose was to follow the religion's rules.

𝜗𝜚 I am no longer a teenage girl who was scared to date a girl just because her religion forbids us to date the same gender. A teenage girl who just wanted to love a girl without having to overthink about her sins and repents. 

𝜗𝜚 I no longer view praying or engaging in religious activities as burdensome tasks. After converting to Hellenic Polytheism, I am obsessed with creating prayers for the Deities. I am obsessed with doing devotional acts for Them. I cannot stop thinking about the Deities. I didn't need to force myself to do something for a religion anymore. Once I found the best religion that I feel connected to, I don't even need to get forced to do something for the Gods.

𝜗𝜚 I am no longer the little girl who was afraid of her religion to the point that she would go to hell if she commited su!c!de. Now I am 12 weeks clean, from August 28, 2024. I couldn't be happier that I have finally found my path, and I get to start a new chapter as a young woman who is a follower of Hellenic Polytheism.

[munsonsmixtapes]

would you do single dad eddie munson x reader and eddie is a little older than reader and eddie’s look for a baby sitter to look after his baby and reader is the baby sitter and at the end eddie and the reader end up togetherr? thank you 💗💗

When you saw the ad in the paper, you didn't really think anything of it as you just needed a job, but the second your eyes laid on Eddie, you knew you were done for. He was wearing his signature leather jacket, his hair was just the right amount of messy, and he had those beautiful brown eyes that you swore you could fall into.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile. "Come on in," he opened the door wide for you and you stepped inside, trying your best not to stare at him any longer.

"Nice to see you again," he said and nodded his head towards the living room where his daughter was lying in her portable crib. He picked her up and when you caught a glimpse of her face, you could definitely seen the resemblance between her and Eddie.

"you know Evie," he said, and the way he looked at her, you could tell just how much he loved her.

"Hi, Evie," you gave her a little wave and were so distracted by how much they looked alike even though you had already saw the resemblance when you met them for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Her eyes were just as brown as his were with a little glint in them and her smile mimicked his perfectly. You wondered how much she would look like him when she grew up.

“Do you want to hold her?" He asked, slowly handing her over to you and you hesitantly reach up to take her, noticing that she's reaching for you.

"S-sure," you nod and take her into your arms, noticing how quick she is to rest her head on your shoulder. Eddie stares at the two of you with a smirk and you feel your cheeks heat.

"She really likes you," he says knowingly. "I've cycled through so many sitters since I got custody of her and I don't think I've ever seen her take to any of them like she has to you."

"Really?" You ask, trying your best to look at her out of the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, you guys look real cozy," he nods then leans forward to kiss Evie's head. "Have a good night."

"You too."

With that, Eddie fled the house and you were left alone with Evie. You put her back in the crib so she could sleep then headed into the kitchen where Eddie had left a pizza for you. You happily help yourself, grabbing a plate from where you remembered seeing them when he had given you a tour when he had invited you over the first time. You then went back into the living room and turned on the TV and watched it while you waited for Eddie to get home. All in all, it wasn't a bad night.

You had been watching Evie every single week for a few months and over time, you and Eddie had been getting closer and closer. You could tell he was into you, but weren't sure how to go about it. He was technically your boss and you were scared that things were going to change between the two of you for the worse and you really didn't want to lose Eddie or your job.

You decided one night while he was out that you were going to take the chance and tell him how you felt. If he wasn't into it, you would back off and apologize for reading too much into your relationship and because you just couldn't work for him after being rejected like that, you'd have to quit and you really didn't want to.

Eddie walked through the door and you felt your heart race in your chest as you put Evie into her crib for the night then hurried out into the living room where you got there just in time to see Eddie collapse onto the couch with a sigh.

You took a deep breath and sat next to him, your heart now pounding and you were afraid that he could hear it. He turned to you, the TV glowing on the side of his face that was closest to it. He just looked so...pretty. And it was devastating.

"What are you thinking about?"

He knew you well and now that you were close, it was getting harder to hide things from him. So you supposed it was time to just come out with it.

"I need to tell you something."

"Shoot." He was fully facing you and you were even more nervous.

"I like you," you blurted and his eyes widened, but you weren't sure whether it's because of how loud your voice was or because of your words. But then he grinned and it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

"I like you too," he replied with a nod, his hair moving as he did so.

"Maybe I should repeat myself," you said. "I like you."

"And I like you too," he replied, using the same tone. "Will this convince you that I understand?" He asked as his hand moved to rest on your knee as he scooted closer so that your thighs were touching.

All you can do is nod and you notice that he's leaning closer to you and you can't help but do the same. His other hand rested on your cheek and his lips touch yours. Slowly at first, but then you were both so into it, trying to get as close to each other as you possibly could with the way you were sitting.

And just as soon as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, Evie begins to cry and Eddie was quick to tend to her but not before pressing his lips to yours again before hurrying down the hall to take care of his daughter.

As you waited for him to get back, you sat there, chewing on your bottom lip, noticing that it tasted whatever lip balm Eddie had been wearing. And when he comes back into the living room with the baby sleeping with her hear head on his shoulder and sits next to you, you decide there's no other place you'd rather be than there.

[district4loading]

"I Love You"

Twice Sana x Male Reader

4k words

Content Warning: smut, fluff, praise, oral, passion, lots of “i love you”

Minors DNI

A/N: Hey guys!! Had a hard time figuring out the title for this one lmao, don't judge too much. Also, Super grateful for the notes and support on my first fic so here's some fluffy lovey dovey sana x reader smut to contrast from the rough sex from the last fic. Enjoy!!!

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"You already work so hard.. let me do the rest"

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It was twelve in the morning when Sana finally got back home. Like always, she opened the door slowly and carefully with consideration for you who had been working all day. She assumed you were already in bed and she didn't want to wake you. So she stepped in and locked the door back before taking light steps to your shared bedroom.

Since it was dark she couldn't really see anything nor was she really paying attention to anything except her routine before bed. She wanted to take off her make up, take a shower then slip into bed with you holding her. That's it. She put her purse down on the dresser and took off her coat, hanging it in the walk in closet. She was careful not to make too much noise with the hangars.

Then Sana went into the bathroom, wincing as she turned the bright light on. She then tweaked the light as dim as it could go, hoping that it wasn't disturbing you much. When she got to the sink, she looked into the mirror, maybe taking a few photos because why not? Then she put her phone in her pocket and went into the cabinet to grab some wipes. She had to kneel down until the mirror was no longer in her view to grab the things she needed.

When Sana stood back up, she still wasn't too focused on the mirror with her head down as she tried to open the package of wipes. That is, until she noticed an unusual dark figure in her peripheral. Out of pure instinct, Sana's body jerked in fear, a cute scream escaping her lips at the same time. She turned around to see you just standing there with an amused look on your face. "Babe! You scared me, I thought you were sleeping" She tapped your arm.

"I only wanted to surprise you I didn't know you'd get scared" You leaned down and puckered your lips. Sana tilted her head back without any hesitation, a smile already appearing on her lips as she allowed them to connect with yours. It was a short, sweet peck, nothing too much. "You look incredible" You noticed, looking into her eyes which were a different bluish color because of the contacts she had in. Although you definitely loved Sana whichever way she was, you could never deny the butterflies in your belly whenever you saw her with makeup on.

"Thank you baby" Sana smiled before turning back around to pick up a wet wipe. You slid your arms around her waist and bent over to put your chin on her shoulder.

"How did things go? You know with the recording and whatnot" You asked as if you knew the logistics of anything that she was doing. You only knew the gist of things from what she's told you before.

Sana sighed, putting down the wipe before she grabbed a hair tie from the small drawer in the counter. "Things went really well this time, we finished up on time" She smiled, then passed the hair tie to you "Can you do it for me?" She asked. You nodded your head, stepping back before tying her hair back in a messy bun.

Then you reassumed your position behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist. You took a deep breath, taking in her natural scent mixed with her perfume. "You smell amazing..." You buried your head into her neck. Then you began to leave kisses there "You work so hard.." You mumbled against her skin, then your hands slipped under her top.

"Babe.." Sana whined in protest while ironically moving her head to give you more access, you hummed in response. "I have to take my makeup off" She complained weakly.

"No you don't, do it later" You whispered, making eye contact with Sana through the mirror. She looked so beautiful, the type of woman that could set your entire body on fire with just a glance. A smirk began to form on her lips as you squeezed her waist with your hands. Then you turned her body around so now she was facing you. "Have I told you how incredible you look?" You questioned the brunette.

Sana nodded her head "Yeah but I don't mind you saying it more" She licked her lips, a sheepish smile on her face as she looked up at you. You leaned down and connected your lips once more, leaving a sweet kiss on hers "Your lips taste..."

"Like lip gloss?" Sana smiled cleverly, trying to finish off your sentence for you.

You shook your head "mm-mm... delicious" You corrected her, removing your hands from her waist for a moment. You reached behind her head to take the hair tie out, letting her long brown locks fall over her shoulders and down her back. "You know I've always preferred you with your hair down" You smiled, acknowledging the little baby hairs that rested on her hairline.

The brunette squealed, startled by the sudden movement you made of lifting her by her waist to sit her on the bathroom counter. Sana giggled cutely afterwards, not even being able to say anything before you connected your lips again. This time it was more than just a short sweet kiss. The two of you were making out. Your hands never leaving her waist, her arms wrapped around your neck, your bodies as close as the position would allow you. Your lips moved in unison with each other, exploring the familiar and comforting confines of each other's mouths.

Soon, you began to deviate from Sana's mouth, kissing the corner, then her cheek, then along her perfect jawline all the way to her neck. She closed her eyes, biting her lip to stifle her moans as you began to lick and suck the exposed skin. Of course, she didn't have to tell you not to leave marks because she trusted that you knew better. But either way you still made it feel amazing, even if you couldn't be as harsh as you wanted.

Hearing Sana's breathing become more audible and feeling her chest heaving against yours, you could tell she was getting turned on. Just to be sure this was going where you wanted it to, you pulled away and looked into her eyes. You were searching for tiredness, acknowledging that she had just finished working and she could be too tired for all of this. But in your search, all you found was lust and need... the type of need that said that she'd been longing for this.

You took a moment to admire her entire face. It was a bright shade of pink, her lips parted, lipgloss smudged, looking up at you with those pleading eyes with her eyebrows curved upwards. Sana wrapped her legs around your waist tightly, forcing your bodies to come together and Instead of feeling stirring in your belly, this time the feeling was emerging in your pants. You reached your hand up and put a hand on her cheek then you moved your thumb, pressing it against her plump lips.

Without any words, she opened up for you, keeping eye contact as she took the digit into her mouth all slow and seductive. She wrapped her lips around the knuckle, then you felt her tongue swirl as she opened her mouth wide for you to see the show. Before she could get done, you pulled your thumb out of her mouth and put your hands back on her waist as you prepared to lift her, bending your knees for a second as you took her into your arms you heard her whine a bit. "I was hoping you'd fuck me on the counter" She said in that sexy pouty voice she knew you loved.

"mm-mm" You shook your head slightly as you walked the short distance out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to put her on the bed gently, climbing on top of her. "I'm not going to 'fuck' you, i'm going to make love to you" You whispered into her ear. Sana immediately got chills, whimpering as you kissed her neck a few more times. You pulled away and looked into her eyes again "I love you" You whispered.

"I love you too" Sana put her hands on your cheeks, completely cupping your face. You leaned down and kissed her lips a few times then pulled away again. Sana slid her hands to the back of your neck, interlocking her fingers before she whispered "Make love to me." It was more of a plea with the tone she said it in, her legs wrapped loosely around your waist.

No other words were needed from that point, you leaned upwards and pulled your T-shirt off. Then you tugged at the hem of her black top. Sana lifted herself off the bed, using only her core strength so you could pull the clothing over her head. Then you reached around her back to unlatch her bra, you did it in the first try and it became undone. You slipped them off of her arms and allowed her upper body to fall back on the bed again.

You then connected your lips, moving your mouth passionately and slowly against hers for a bit. Then you pulled away and grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants. Sana raised her hips and you pulled them off swiftly. You withdrew from her completely, standing up so you could pull down your pants as well. Then you got back onto the bed and between her legs where you belonged. "When was the last time we did this?" You breathed in, feeling the electricity between the both of you as you realized it's been long since you two had been intimate like this. It was mainly because of Sana's schedule but you didn't mind it too much.

"I'm sorry" She apologized, a guilty look on her face as she stared into your loving eyes.

"No No..." You kissed her lips once, then twice for good measure "It's your job, I completely understand. It's just been long, so I wanna savour the moment" You kissed her a third time, seeing a dark smile appear on her face when you pulled away. You leaned upwards, pulling her panties off without needing much help. Then you went back down, kissing Sana's neck again. This time she didn't try to stifle her moans, she just let every cute whine and whimper out, setting off fireworks inside of your body.

You kissed down to her collarbone, then her chest where you took her left nipple into your mouth first. You swirled your tongue around the bud, wetting it and sucking gently as you began to hear needy moans coming from the singer. Then you switched to her right nipple, doing the exact same thing until they were both hard. You leaned upwards, kneeling as you gently put your hands on either of her breasts. You squeezed softly, jiggling them and watching how they moved as if they were weightless.

Sana watched your every move silently, lips parted as she enjoyed the sight and feeling of you exploring her body. You tweaked the stiff nubs between your fingers, eliciting a high pitched squeal from the brunette. Then you leaned back down, continuing to kiss down her body. From her toned abdomen all the way to her inner thighs. You laid on your stomach as you positioned your head between her legs.

Propping herself up on her forearms, Sana was able to watch you. It was then you noticed that arousal coated her entire core. Your eyes darted up to meet hers "You're so wet" You announced redundantly, knowing that she of all people would know that information. You stuck your tongue out, maintaining eye contact as you made one long lick from her entrance all the way to her clit.

"Oh!" Sana gasped, biting her lip as she felt your warm, thick tongue come into contact with her flesh. The first taste of her slippery, salty sweetness was dizzying and so you licked more, trying to lap up as much of her arousal as you could. There was so much of it and somehow, that made you even more secure in your relationship. Just knowing that you could still have this effect on her, even after weeks with no sex, even after years of being together.

She let out cute moans, letting you know that you were doing well as you cleaned her up. You hadn't even really started yet and you noticed her hips moving upwards to meet your mouth. That's when you figured you'd actually begin. You specifically targeted her clit, swirling your tongue around the bundle of nerves. You knew it got her when she threw her head back and allowed her body to fall back onto the bed. Her hips raised again and Sana was grinding into your tongue.

You hummed, knowing she loved the vibrations that came with it which always drove her crazy. Sana was gripping the sheets, trying to cope with the pleasure as you kept moving your tongue. You never got tired and you always swore you could spend a lifetime between Sana's legs, just eating her out because she made for the best meal. "Baby..! Oh - Fuck, please don't stop" Sana begged, not knowing that you'd never even think of stopping until she was satisfied.

Sana's breathing became heavy and fast, her body quaking as she squirmed on your tongue. You knew exactly what to do at this point. You brought your fingers up, prodding her entrance with the two digits. Immediately you saw Sana raise her head, her eyes pleading for you to take her. So that's what you did. You slid both inside, a filthy squelching noise and a scream-like moan following it. After curling your fingers you began to pump them in and out, hearing beautiful loud moans coming from your girlfriend.

You always thought she was a great singer but that could never compare to the way she sounded when she was moaning. "Y/n.. please" She begged, not really knowing what for because she knew she could let go whenever she felt like it. "God i'm right fucking there" She warned you as you pressed your fingers up against her g-spot.

Humming "mm-hm" in response to her warning seemed to do the trick as you witnessed her go over the edge right then and there. Her legs began to tremble, back arching as you pumped your fingers in and out with the same rhythm, still swirling your tongue on her clit.

"I'm cumming" She squealed right before you began to feel her leaking all over your fingers, wetness spilling out of her cunt as you slid your fingers out. Sana's body was glowing red and covered in sweat at this point, her face was no different. With strands of her brown hair were stuck to her face she looked so beautiful.

You crawled up her body, beginning to feel an ache in your crotch as you kissed her lips once more. "I love you" You whispered, digging your hand into your boxers to pull your cock out. It was throbbing at this point, aching to be taken care of.

"I love you too" Sana mumbled against your skin "mmh- let me.." She said, trying to reach it after you pulled away to take your boxers off fully. Once they were off you took it into your hand.

"Lay back" You said it so softly, leaning over her with almost all of your weight. "You already work so hard.. let me do the rest" You muttered in that same tone. One that made Sana's face flush even redder.

She didn't say another word, just allowed you to continue. You took your cock into your hand then guided the tip to her entrance. Looking into her eyes once more to make sure, you could see that she was anticipating it. You slid in slowly and unusually, Sana didn't close her eyes. She winced a little, her eyes squinted some and her eyebrows turned upwards but she kept her eyes trained on you. The entire time.

You did the same of course, staring into her beautiful needy eyes as you handled her body with the utmost care. Once you made it to the hilt, you stayed there for a moment and allowed yourself to feel the tight and warm hug her pussy offered to you. She felt amazing, you took a breath before leaning down to kiss her lips again.

Then you came back up, keeping your balance as you grabbed both of sana's wrists and put them against the bed over her head. You held them together with both of your hands and then you began to move, pulling your hips back and gently sliding back inside. Sana's lips parted, letting out soft, pleasureful moans and so you began to roll your hips forwards and backwards in a rhythm.

Sana ended up breaking eye contact, her head turning to the side as she shut her eyes. Her face was sort of scrunched up as she continued to moan, beautiful noises that filled your ears. It didn't help that you could also hear the obscene squelching noises that came with each roll of your hips. It was all so dizzying, the pleasure, her reactions and the sounds she made.

"I need you closer" Sana murmured, her tone whiny and pleading. You let go of her wrists, letting your body lay on top of hers without stopping your thrusts. Your head fell into the crook of her neck, and Sana immediately wrapped her arms around you, her legs also tightening around your waist. "Thank you" she moaned it into your ear.

It was better like this, your bodies pressed together. Her mouth by your ear so you could clearly hear every little noise that escaped her lips. Your lips on her neck where you could kiss and suck on the flesh at your own free will. Sana's legs around your waist, which didn't make much room for flexibility in your movements but you didn't mind. Everything was enough and Sana was more than enough for you.

You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure begin to overcome your entire body. Low groans bubbled in your throat as you became hotter and hotter. You began to hear Sana's moans get louder, more needy. If that didn't give it away then the clenching you felt inside definitely did. She was close, oh so close. It was hard to handle feeling your body humping into hers at such a slow and sensual pace. Feeling the vibrations of you groaning against her neck, having you so close... it was too much.

Taking this as a sign, you leaned up a bit, just so you could look into her eyes for this moment. You sped up your movements a bit and now there was a soft clapping sound that could be heard with each of your thrusts. "B-baby i'm-"

"Shh" You whispered, pinning her hands to the bed and interlocking her fingers with yours. You felt her squeeze back "Don't close your eyes" You asked softly watching as she struggled a bit to keep them open. Her body had been moving up and down gently from the force of your movements. She looked up into your eyes, a look of pure love and concentration on your face as you tried not to let go. You were also close but you wanted to let her cum first. "I love you" You whispered, leaving a short and sweet kiss on her lips.

Sana moaned a little bit louder, her legs squeezing your hips and her hands squeezing yours. "I love you" She responded right before her body began to tremble. Sana tried to keep her eyes open, she really did. But the second she froze and then her orgasm hit her, there was no hope. Yes her eyes were open, but her pupils seemed to roll into the back of her head so she couldn't see a thing. She also couldn't control it at all when her eyelids inevitably did slam shut. Gasping and shaking she finally came down from the orgasm, it was no doubt one of the best of her life.

She sighed, a small giggle escaping her lips right before she opened her eyes, looking at you with all the love in the world. "Thank you" She whispered and you just leaned down and kissed her, stopping your movements so you could focus on the kiss. It was so pure, so filled with love, so comfortable. You could've spent hours kissing her in that exact way, your tongues intertwining, your breaths synced up. It was all so intimate.

You pulled away and looked into her eyes for a moment. She slipped her hands out of your loosened grip and put them on either side of your face. She was cupping your cheeks now "You're so beautiful" You whispered, beginning to move your hips again. This time you were going at your own pace, the only one that felt right in the moment. You kept it slow as you admired her face. This was a woman you needed to take your time with, appreciate and shower with affection. "You feel so amazing" You sighed.

Sana had a smile on her face, one that spoke a million words. It told you just how much she loved you, the look in her eyes filled with adoration. Her legs tightened around your hips she could feel the way your cock twitched inside of her walls. You didn't fully notice it at the moment but just a few more strokes and you would climax. You didn't want this to end, it was too soon. But she just finished work, this didn't have to be any longer than it needed to be.

So you kept looking into her eyes "Sana..." You whispered "I'm going to"

Sana nodded her head eagerly, that same smile on her face. She looked so damn pretty. "Inside baby" She stated, still cupping your cheeks in her hands. You nodded, getting a final three strokes in before you finally erupted. Spewing thick globs of white into her hot entrance, she began subtly rubbing your cheeks as you orgasmed. You grunted and groaned with each hot spurt that came out having to close your eyes much like she did.

Soon you stopped and allowed your body to fall on top of hers. "I love you" You whispered, swallowing thickly as you caught your breath.

Sana caressed the back of your head, running her fingers through your short hair "I love you more than you could ever know"

[ryuzakemo128]

Snippet of future one shot

Pairing: Poly141 x female reader (maybe?) / Johnny MacTavish x female reader

cw: cheating, affair, Johnny runs away from home, swearing, Johnny's ex-girlfriend appears.

Words: (so far) 989

Johnny didn’t know where he was going. But he had to go away from all of them. He didn’t want to see any of them. Ever again if he had anything to do with it. The longer he spends away from you. The better it would be.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses because at the end of the day it’s all it is. Excuses, upon excuses. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” 

Johnny didn’t know where he was going. But he had to go away from all of them. He didn’t want to see any of them. Ever again if he had anything to do with it. The longer he spent time away from you. The better it would be.

A mantra to keep himself from spinning out of control. His hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

You saw his tinder profile go back up. Your heart dropped to your stomach, hoping it wasn't him. Your heart begged for it not to be him. 

In Johnny's defence, he didn't know you knew them already. “I want a transfer out of task force 141.” He told Captain Price. It wasn't a request. It was a demand. He was demanding a transfer. 

Price looked up at Johnny, he could feel the anger he had for him, Simon and Kyle radiating from Johnny. He didn't know Johnny could be so pointed, so harsh, so willing to leave them for some other team. 

If looks could kill, price sworn he would be dead already. 

Johnny wasn't dumb like you would have loved to call him behind his back. Demolitions, explosives, that doesn't scream dumb ass like you told everyone around you. Laughing at him behind his back like he wouldn't have caught you in the act with his team members. 

He punched John Price over and over that night until he had to be dragged off. Which didn't stop him from punching Simon, the guy who pulled him off. Who knew such a short guy could hold so much anger? 

When you saw him with his ex-girlfriend the next morning, what did you expect would happen? Did you really think he would crawl back to you on his hands and knees like some kind of dog? No. 

He has more self-respect than that. Far more than you have ever given him. 

Now that you see him crying into the shoulder of his ex-girlfriend. Her arms wrapped firmly around him as his sobs racked through his body. 

Grim, his ex-girlfriend who he broke-up with because things weren't working out between them. They decided it was better to remain friends afterwards. He never told you because you never asked. 

And because you never asked about her. You are about to lose your boyfriend for good. 

In hindsight, you should have asked if had dated anyone prior to you. Too late now, isn't it? You got what you wanted from him, and now he's gone. You pushed him so far, he snapped. What kind of person does that to someone who wants to be with you? 

Perhaps he didn't see it at first. Perhaps he only thought you were fussy about what kind of treatment you preferred to get from him. 

So you listened in to their conversation, you couldn't help yourself, Part of you wanted to know. 

“Sometimes you don't really know a person as much as you think.” She mused, her voice, rich and deep. Not quite deep as Simon's. But deep enough to feel like it scratched something deep in the back of your skull. 

“I wish she would have just broken up with me. I don't know if I can go back there. I don't think I want to see her.” Johnny's breath hitches, swallowing down another sob building up again. 

He didn't want to touch you, you would brush your hand against his, and he would flinch at your touch, pulling away from you completely. 

“She's touching me more now. But I don't like it anymore. I mean, I used to. But now I don't. What the hell am I supposed to do?” 

“Break up with her.”

You swallowed hard when you heard her answer. 

Short. Straight to point. It didn't leave room to budge or for doubt to creep in. 

“I can't break up with her with no place to stay afterwards. Everything is in her name. I forgot how much control I gave her. I don't think I'll be able to get out of this break up alive, let alone sane.” Johnny groaned, thinking about the next steps he wanted to take. 

Grim pulled up in her Ford F-450 Super Duty, something Johnny felt rather intimidating because of how it looked. But right now it was a comforting sight. He knew he shouldn't feel guilty about his choice. But what else could he do? All his anger is dried up, and now he's just exhausted.

Grim put classical music on as they pulled out of the drive way to head to her home in Coventry. In the state where she used to live with him. The place where he could just exist without having to pretend to be someone else. Someone you liked to see more of because it meant you paid some form of attention to him.

Running away from his problems like his mother said he would. What else could he do? What more could he give? 

He didn’t know what to do. So he turned to his ex-girlfriend like a drowning sailor yelling for help in the open seas. Where were you? Possibly in one of their beds. He didn’t care to know more than that. 

He reactivated his tinder profile and put his notifications on ‘DO Not Disturb’. He didn’t want to hear anything from them or you. 

When you came back into your apartment, all of his things were gone, and he was nowhere to be found.

[reader-lola]

MAKING GIFTS FOR FANS

Tomorrow I'll be working on a couple of longer, more elaborate fics based on the video, but I couldn't go to sleep without leaving you with a little imagine of what it would be like to be in this video as Chris' girlfriend.

“Guys, what would you do if you saw Bigfoot fucking a bear?” Chris’s voice breaks through the silence of the forest. You notice to your right that Matt is holding the camera, the light on it confirms that they are recording. “Bigfoot fucking Yogi Bear?” You answer without stopping to imagine the situation. Matt laughs at seeing your disgusted face. “I was expecting the detail of Bigfoot to be honest, but come on Chris, that pornographic nuance was useless. Also! Really Yogi Bear? Now I understand why they are a couple, they complement each other’s craziness too well.” Nick comments laughing at the absurd situation “If you are going to be thinking about that filth, Nick and I better go and leave you alone” Matt laughs next to you. “Matt was joking” You answer “IUUGHH MATT DON’T TELL THEM THAT”| “WELL YOU WERE DOING US A FAVOR” Both of the triplets’ voices blend together. You and Matt laugh at the situation that is developing.

I hope you enjoyed this little idea that I came up with and developed in a leisurely five minutes. If you have any ideas you'd like me to write about, let me know. Kisses

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon and the Exorcist 3

Part 1 Part 2

I was thinking about the fact Amaimon's vessel is young.

Reminder, Seti is a fennec fox spirit.

“Amaimon, why do you think I’m your girlfriend?”

Amaimon pushes his pink lollipop to one side of his mouth to speak clearly. “Big Brother said I can have you.”

"Of course, he did." You let out a sigh. Beside you, Seti grows in size, preparing himself for a confrontation in which he has no hope of winning against a demon king. “Amaimon, do you know what year it is? Assiah has moved past the era of owning people.” Not completely, but you don’t have the time to provide a lesson now. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you cannot have me.” You pat the fox’s side so he’ll shrink back down to size.

Amaimon pauses, then nods, agreeing, “Yes, so you’re my girlfriend.”

“That doesn’t make sense, but okay. Sure.” Mephisto said Amaimon will lose interest in you within a few days, so until then, you’ll just humor the demon king. Easy peasy. “I’m your girlfriend.”

A pleased look spreads across the demon king’s face. What Amaimon failed to mention is that Mephisto warned him he cannot have you and, once you finish introducing him to the customs of Assiah, he should leave you alone. But you just agreed to be his, so Mephisto can’t get in the way.

Seti's ears twitched with irritation as he observed the exchange between you and Amaimon. His sharp eyes narrowed with distrust towards the demon king. 

You exchanged a wary glance with Seti, who responded with a low growl under his breath. With Amaimon's enigmatic nature and unpredictable whims, Seti has to be the level-headed one since you’re acting like such an idiot. “He’s seen Tokyo and had lunch. Can we go now?”

“Amaimon, can we go?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“You’re my girlfriend; why do you sound so surprised.” He blinks, looking confused. “Isn’t that how it works ______? So, kiss me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

You glance at Seti, who stubbornly turns his head. He tried to warn you, and you wouldn’t listen. You can get yourself out of it—stupid human.

“…we’re in public. It’s rude to kiss in front of others.”

Amaimon’s eyes scan the area. “Nobody else is around.”

“Oh. Right.” Seti snorts at your reply. “I can’t kiss you when you have a lollipop in your mouth.” 

He raises a brow, crunching the candy in his mouth. Amaimon tosses the stick to the side, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes as he steps closer, his face mere inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin. Seti lets out an exasperated sigh, muttering something under his breath about how stupid his human is. Seti's small form tensed, his tail flicking in agitation as he watched Amaimon lean in closer to you. 

As Amaimon's face drew near, his lips almost brushing against yours, Seti couldn't hold back any longer. With a fierce growl, he lunged forward, sinking his sharp teeth into Amaimon's hand before swiftly darting away.

Amaimon recoiled in surprise, his golden eyes widening slightly at the unexpected attack. His gaze shifted from his injured hand to Seti, who stood a few feet away, baring his teeth defiantly. The demon king's expression darkened, a dangerous glint passing through his eyes as he regarded the fox spirit. 

Realizing Amaimon is possibly about to harm Seti, you grab the front of Amaimon’s burgundy jacket, pulling him into a kiss. 

The unexpected kiss takes Amaimon by surprise; his eyes widen, and he freezes for a moment. His lips, which were just inches away from yours, are now pressed firmly against yours. Seti observes with a blend of shock and disapproval as you take matters into your own hands to protect him. 

Amaimon gradually relaxes into the kiss, a subtle curiosity intertwining with the initial shock. However, just as swiftly as it started, you pull away, abruptly breaking the kiss. Amaimon blinks, appearing almost dazed by the sudden end of this encounter. 

Your eyes widen at his expression as a slight blush colors his cheeks. Was that his first kiss? No, that can’t be; he’s too old. Then it hits you—Amaimon’s soul may be ancient, but his vessel is not. Judging by his reaction, it’s likely been quite some time since he experienced intimate physical touch with another person, and that vessel most likely has never experienced it. “Are you okay?” You question, unsure what else to do.

Amaimon's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he takes a step back, his usual composure returning. "That’s odd," he muses cryptically as if filing away the experience for future reference. Seti lets out a low growl, still wary of the demon king's intentions.

“Odd? What’s odd?” You frown.

His gaze locks onto yours for a fleeting moment before he confidently strides toward you, pressing his lips firmly against yours. This time, he takes control, guiding the kiss with a tilt of his head, letting his warm tongue glide sensually along your lower lip. You feel the sharpness of his claws digging into your hip as you hesitate to part your lips for him. But when an involuntary gasp escapes you, he seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, teasingly brushing it against yours. 

As he pulls away, a deeper blush spreads across his cheeks, and the tips of his ears are flushed red. It’s strange seeing him so visibly flushed, yet his expression remains stoic as if nothing has occurred. His body and mind seem slightly disconnected. 

The intense flavor of strawberry candy lingers on your tongue, causing your face to flush. Unlike the king, your body and emotions respond similarly. Stiffly, you stand there, staring at Amaimon, uncertain of what to do next.

“You’re disgusting!” Seti growls, pulling you from your stupor. “It’s bad enough you kiss him, but then allow him to kiss you like that?” 

“I didn’t let him- ugh, never mind. Let’s go.” 

Amaimon had miraculously allowed you to go back home alone. He seemed absentminded when he waved off as you returned from Tokyo. 

“You don’t realize what you’ve done, do you?” Seti jumps on the back of the sofa as you enter the apartment. “What are you talking about, Seti? Mephisto said he has a short attention span; he’ll move on within a few days.” You shrug.

“_____.” 

“Yes?” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“Seti-“ The fox spirit cuts you off. “The Earth King does have a short attention span, but have you ever thought that maybe if he finds something interesting enough, he might hyperfocus on it?” 

You scoff at the idea. “Luckily, I’m not interesting enough for that. I’m exhausted, though. I’m going to sleep.”

“Treat your shoulder first; you don’t want to get an infection.” The little fox orders. 

“Right, thanks, Seti.” As you walk toward the bedroom, you slide your dress off your body. Bandages cover your shoulder; you should have changed them last night, but you were so exhausted from your house guest that you completely forgot. This morning, you didn’t have any time to take care of it either. The fox follows you into the bathroom, hopping onto the sink to get a better view of your wound as you remove the bandages. “You really should see a doctor to have them treat and rewrap it. You’re terrible at taking care of yourself.” You frown at the fox in the mirror, but he’s not wrong; it doesn’t seem to be completely closed, and you might need some stitches. “I really don’t want to leave and have to go to the hospital.” You groan, poking at the wound. Seti bites your arm. “Idiot, don’t touch it- call Mephisto and tell him to send a doctor. He can at least send you a doctor if you have to babysit his brother.” 

“You’re right.” 

“Oh, so I’m finally right about something now?” 

“Grumpy old man.” You grin, flicking his ear. “I’ll call for someone now.” 

The someone who shows up is an old classmate, grinning brightly as he recognizes you. “_____!” He opens his arms wide to pull you into a warm hug, having always been very affectionate. “How have you been?” 

You return the hug the best you can. “Other than the gash on my shoulder pretty good, and you?” 

“Great!” His eyes lock on Seti. “Hey, Seti-“ 

“Don’t touch me.” The little fox snaps as Daigo attempts to reach for the little fox. 

Daigo’s grin falters for a moment, but then he refocuses his attention on you. “What happened?” Gently lifting your chin, he tilts your head to the side for a better look at your shoulder. You let out a huff, replying, “A demon, what else?” He rolls his eyes, pressing a cotton ball against the wound with a bit more pressure than necessary. “Details, idiot.” 

"An inexperienced exorcist was assigned to a mission that was beyond their capability; I was shielding them when the demon got too close.” You frown, “It hurts, and I hate it. The asshole bit me.” 

“The demon or the exorcist?”

“Shut up, Daigo.” 

"You never know; I know a few people who wouldn’t mind taking a bite," he laughs, pulling out some clean bandages. “One of them is my coworker who works at the hospital. Do you remember Kouki?”

“...I have a boyfriend.” Technically, this isn’t a lie since Amaimon has decided you’re his girlfriend, and you agreed.

A look of shock spreads across Daigo’s face. “You? You have a boyfriend?”

“It’s not that surprising! You haven’t seen me in almost a year, alright?” 

Daigo shrugs. “Alright, so who is the lucky guy? Do I know him? Is he an exorcist?”  

“He’s not an exorcist,” you mumble, and to your left, Seti lets out a snort.

Once Daigo has patched you up, he collects his supplies and gives you a farewell as he steps out of your apartment. 

“Finally, I can rest.” 

Just as you start to relax, a knock interrupts your peace. “Are you kidding me?” you mutter, standing up. You’re surprised by the figure on the other side of the door. “Amaimon, do you need something?” You were so sure he wouldn’t return until tomorrow, if ever again. Nevertheless, you step aside, letting the demon king enter. Yet, as he approaches, he recoils slightly. With an unsettlingly blank expression, he comments. “You smell disgusting.” 

“Uh.”

“Why do you smell like a man?”

“Huh?” 

“Who touched you?”

“Huh?” 

Seti scoffs. “He can smell Daigo on you. I warned you, idiot.” The fox casts a weary glance at Amaimon; he’s clearly starting to grow attached. “A doctor came and treated the wound on her shoulder.”

You have so many questions. Seti jumps on the back of the sofa to get closer to you. Lowering his voice, he gives you an order. “Go change your clothes; I’ll explain later.” 

Rather than stressing over your outfit, you slip on a sleep shirt and shorts, hoping you’ll finally get to rest when Amaimon leaves. When you reenter the living room, you find Amaimon nearly hovering over you, as if he’s examining you. “What are you doing?" you ask, but he remains silent. Instead, he steps around to your sofa, looking at you expectedly to sit beside him.

You barely settle onto the sofa when Amaimon pins you underneath him. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before lowering his head and pressing his warm lips against yours. As he pulls away, a faint blush returns to his cheeks again. It’s painfully cute. So, when he leans in for a second kiss, you shyly wrap your arms around his shoulders and welcome him as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Tilting his head for a better angle, his lips work against yours. He pulls away again, his face a darker shade of red, and like in Tokyo, the blush spreads to his ears. 

Seti mutters something about you being disgusting before running out of the living room. Amaimon pulls you into another kiss, and it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing; he’s not kissing you like an awkward teenage first kiss, but how his body reacts is interesting. Amaimon obviously finds it just as interesting because after keeping you pinned to the sofa, lips pressed against yours for a few more minutes, he sits up and touches one of his cheeks, then his ear.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.43

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader, (OC) Callisto x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

(Callisto)

I groan in annoyance as I try to loosen the tie Callisto put on when he forced me out of our room for more than just food. I didn't want to walk around this school any longer than necessary, with the last visit still seared into my mind. Yet here I am, in the same halls that still give me goosebumps, with this idiot by my side. I can stay calm for a while, but not forever, not in this place.

"Why did you drag me out of the room? I felt so comfortable!" I whine almost like a little child, but I don't care. I want nothing more than my bed.

All I hear is a deep chuckle. I shoot Callisto a glare that I hope might open a hole beneath his feet, but instead, I catch him with his eyes closed. My cheeks heat up as I see his almost divine smile, strong jaw, and prominent cheekbones in the rising sunlight. This is all complemented by his curly hair that bobs back and forth merrily as he lets his laughter flow. I can't take my eyes off him, even in his school uniform or especially in it. He looks so much better like this, although the skin-tight fighting suits are better in... other aspects as they leave nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination. Whenever I see him in it, my mind stops functioning.

The button-up shirt of our school uniform seems to be about to rip with every movement he makes, but honestly, although the sight is delicious, I don't like him showing it off to everyone. We may be at an all-boys school, but I know other boys are very interested in him and maybe staring at things they shouldn't.

Something is brewing inside me, and soon, I can't take it anymore. I walk faster than him and step before him, forcing Callisto to stop abruptly. He looks down at me with an amused, raised eyebrow. But instead of saying anything, I grab his blazer's sides, pull them together, and close them. I step back with a smug grin, feeling justified in making him seem more modest. But when I see what I've done, I become even more dejected; I immediately step back closer to Callisto, unbuttoning his blazer and looking at it again, only to pull it back together. The frustration inside me grows, and a soft groan escapes my lips. Out of the blue, I become painfully aware of the questions glittering in the gaze directed at me.

"What are you doing?" he asks, visibly holding back another chuckle, but I see something else there, too, a complacency that would make me furious if I saw it on other boys' faces.

I look at him disapprovingly, glaring, while trying everything to hide his 'goods'. But my frustration quickly bubbles over. I throw my hands in the air, frustrated because even after several attempts, I still can't manage to make his body look decent. "Couldn't you just get a bigger uniform?" I cross my arms over my chest. My lips twist into a pout, making me feel even more pathetic, but I feel comfortable showing my feelings to someone for the first time.

Callisto's eyes widen in astonishment, immediately moving down his body as his hands glide up and down his perfect muscles. "Are you telling me I'm getting fat?" His voice is laced with so much worry it opens a pit in my stomach. I try to tell him that I didn't mean it that way, but all I see is the hint of a smile.

Seeing that mischievous grin, I know he's just teasing me again. Rolling my eyes, I turn away from him and continue walking, only to hear his footsteps behind me. I can distinguish them from many others because he has a peculiar walking rhythm. Before I know it, I'm being pulled into his arms. "Come on, I'm only kidding, you know that!" Suddenly his voice is gentle, even caring, different from the arrogant, cocky guy he is with most other people.

"It's not about the teasing," I murmur, hoping he doesn't hear my words. But I know he heard me when I felt a rumbling in the chest I was being pressed against.

"Are you a little jelly?" He sounds so calm when he asks me this question, but his voice penetrates my bones, coating my cheeks with yet another blush.

Desperately, I try to downplay it, but Callisto is already onto me. He looks down at me with a look of pure lust. I swallow hard, and the whole atmosphere changes completely; it has become charged with something between us, but neither of us really wants to address it. I mean, how could we? After all, we both know that I'm still attached to my one true love. But slowly, it feels like I can at least try to love again.

I cling to him and discreetly pull the collar of his blazer closer to my nose to inhale his strong, woody scent. I don't know what it is, but it's sweet, but not too much.

His arms around me make me feel safe, even in a place like this. "No," I finally mumble indistinctly, his collar still too close to my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I see confusion spreading across his usually confident face. With my lips hidden, I allow myself a small smile. "You've gotten too muscular in the last few months, and I don't want anyone else to see much of it." Thankfully, my face is mostly covered already because this blush I can feel coming on is so much worse than the ones before.

"Ohhh, you're so sweet," he whispers, his deep voice even more sensual than before. His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer until I'm lying flat against his muscular chest and rock-hard abs. How much I enjoy the feeling of his trained body. "You know that I belong only to you. No matter how long, I'll wait for you."

A pang of guilt overshadows my feelings. How can he say something like that? We don't even know each other that well, or maybe we do; after all these last three months, neither has left the other's side for more than a few moments; we've even showered together. Somehow, he feels the same as he did back then; he even has a similar personality. Just as that thought shimmers in my mind like a beacon of hope, it reminds me that Callisto is not him; even though they are similar, it's not fair to him to compare him to a dead person.

"Callisto," I murmur just as quietly as he did before. He looks into my eyes so lovingly that my heart beats twice as fast. All I want is to finally feel his perfectly soft lips on mine.

Loud laughter in the distance disturbs our moment of peace. But before we can really react, someone interrupts us directly. “Dudes!” someone suddenly calls out to us. The proximity of the voice forces me to acknowledge this brute, the one who is brave enough to sacrifice his life just to interrupt us. But when I open my eyes, still pressed against Callisto's hard chest, I immediately see a mischievous pair of shimmering green eyes. "Aren't you two cozy?" The glint in his eyes says more than a thousand words.

"You're too loud!" Callisto suddenly interjects teeth clenched and anger clearly visible on his face. Vinok opens his mouth again, probably to further annoy Callisto since he could never stop even if he lost the ensuing wrestling match. But Callisto's large hand covers most of Vinok's face before he can. "If I were you, I would think twice before speaking." His words sound tame, but the tone is almost murderous.

But even after all that, I can clearly see Vinok's signature grin behind the hand. "If you don't take your hand away, I'll lick it!" he threatens, amused.

At that moment, my attention is diverted from the two idiots by an arm around my shoulder. The next second, I am being dragged along with the person. Confused, I focus again, only to find Daniel, our last roommate, beside me. He carries his weapon over his shoulder despite wearing his normal uniform. Just as I want to ask about it, Daniel starts talking, complaining about Vinok's enormous energy in the early morning hours and further confessing that he would have killed him in about a minute or two if Callisto hadn't distracted him.

I watch him speak intently, the large scar on the right side of his face moving with every movement of his lips. He can't see me on the right side because his eye was badly injured in a fight with a monster, or so he told us, but he still flicks the side of his head as a warning not to stare at his scar for too long. I whisper a quiet “sorry,” but he starts talking again, complaining endlessly about Vinok, even though we both know he would give his life to protect him, just like he would for all of us.

While Callisto and I quickly developed some romantic feelings for each other, Daniel has no such interest in anyone. Instead, these feelings somehow flow into his friendships, of which he doesn't have many, but somehow, he clicked with everyone in our little group of idiots.

"You have to stop flirting with Vinok," Daniel tells me out of nowhere, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I can even say anything, he sighs deeply. "His ego has gotten way too big; he's starting to think he can get with people; just imagine little clones of him running around; I'd go on a fucking rampage!"

While he was speaking so annoyed, the swear word must have slipped out. My mouth hangs open as I listen to him. "Language, Daniel!" Although I try, I can't hide the sarcasm in my voice. I quickly put a finger on his mouth and look around conspiratorially. "Don't forget there are children here!"

"Fuck off!" he yells, pushing me away from his arm as he rolls his eyes, but I can still see a crooked smile. Instantly, I return to his side, and he puts his arm back where it was before. "You really are the only tolerable one in this place."

I put my hand on my chest and look straight at him, my eyes as gentle as possible. "You mean you love me? I mean, I'm honored, Daniel, but I don't know if-"

“What are you talking ab-“

Suddenly, a dissatisfied click of the tongue sounds behind us. "I can't believe it!" The voice is deep and threatening. "Daniel, are you shamelessly flirting with him again? I thought I made myself clear last time!" Callisto's dark eyes turn to me and soften. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I tell him with a more than fake teary sound. "I couldn't believe it myself; he just-" Before I can continue our little game, I feel Callisto's body freeze behind me.

"You little shit!" Callisto shouts over our heads. The next moment, I only see him running after Vinok, yelling at him that he told him that if he didn't stop licking him, he would beat his ass.

At this sight, I can no longer hold back my laughter. I almost fall to my knees to let it all out. Up until this moment, I really believed that school life would not only be boring but shitty. But how could it be with a group of friends like this? I doubt a day will ever be boring with them.

"You're not even going to apologize this time for almost giving me a heart attack?" For a moment, I think Daniel's voice sounds like a pouting child. But that can't be right, can it? After all, he is the ice-cold, mysterious Daniel, every girl's dream, with his ash-blonde hair perfectly styled and his always neutral face, which is rarely seen with a smile.

But when I look over at him, I actually see it. A rarity. A pout! Unable to look away, I force both of us to hold a steady hand again. I can feel him getting uncomfortable, but who cares? It's a sight from a millennium!

"Don't stare at me like that," he mutters uneasily. I still don't understand why he hates his scar so much; it makes him look so much better, more fierce, like the monster hunter he is.

Unable to formulate words to calm him down, I simply grab the left side of his head from behind and gently pull him down. Without giving him a choice, I press a kiss to the side of his head. "Don't take it so personally, Daniel. We love you, and we show that partly by teasing you. We know you don't feel the same way we do, but we still want to include you in our little games."

However, I would argue that Daniel is even better than the others. At least I don't have to worry about him falling in love with me like my old roommates. And Vinok is far too interested in women to really consider being with a man, and yet he is the frontrunner whenever we are playing our teasing game. He once almost kissed me just to win against Callisto.

I must have broken something in Daniel. He's still red and can't even look me in the eye anymore. So I take the initiative, putting my arm around him and pulling him with me. But it's never easy with these guys. Out of nowhere, Vinok almost slams into us, trying to hide behind me in particular, knowing Callisto will never hurt me or, for the Leviathans to help him, I would crush more than just his soul.

Despite my protection, Vinok goes too far, nearly knocking Daniel off balance. Before I know it, I have Daniel's sword in my hand, and before anyone can react, the blade tip is under Vinok's neck.

"If you want to play hard so bad, get outside, or I'll show you what a real beating is, and not that little roughhousing Callisto gives you. I wouldn't even stop if you cried or begged the Leviathans for mercy on your life!"

His eyes widen and his left ear twitches, showing his nervousness. It tells me I've done enough. I lower the sword and move it until it points in the direction of the outside, but when I see him looking nervously in Callisto's direction, all I can do is roll my eyes. As soon as I see him moving, I pull Callisto towards me and shout to Vinok to run away.

Although I see Callisto looking down at me in displeasure, even shock, his expression quickly changes. At first, I don't know why until I notice myself mindlessly chewing on my lower lip as I stare at his beautiful face. His eyes flicker a little, but a satisfied, if arrogant, grin quickly appears on his lips. Suddenly, he is so close that not even a sheet of paper fits between us. His breath is so warm and emits the scent of fresh mint. Like a douche, he shows me his pearly white teeth, which sparkle right before my eyes.

As if out of nowhere, I feel his large hand pulling me by my side closer to him. "Callisto, not here; breakfast is any minute. The halls will be full soon."

But before I even said anything, I already knew that my words would be useless against a force of nature like him, like the wave of a tsunami that sweeps away everything.

His arrogant grin extends as he brings his lips even closer to mine. "You know very well that there is only one thing I want to eat deliciously for breakfast."

I feel the blood rushing to my head before I've even internalized his words, just because of his closeness and the way he treats me as if I have little say in our relationship.

Although I want nothing more than to drag him into the next room and do things to him that he can't even dream of, I take a deep breath and instead whisper to him what happened with Daniel.

I see the disappointment glistening in his eyes, but like the master seducer he is, he doesn't let it show. The mask of the mysterious, aloof crush and seducer sits perfectly on his face, as always.

But it all disappears when, with one swift movement, he pulls Daniel into a surprise embrace between us. But that's not all. Oh no, Callisto can't stand someone beating him at his own game. He pulls Daniel's head to his chest, forcing him to smell his shirt while simultaneously setting a prolonged kiss on the top of his head just before running off, probably to chase Vinok.

Right after Callisto's checkmate move, Daniel looks even more flustered than before and stops working completely. He only stands there, his cheeks getting redder as the seconds pass. Even though I don't mean to, I can't suppress a small giggle. Before Daniel can overthink, though, I pull him closer to me again and lead us behind the other two to ensure no one gets killed, at least until the evening.

[Masterlist]

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

I've only watched the first 5 episodes and I'm obsessed! I am convinced that there is no part Jesse Lee Soffer can play that I won't love. I went to binge on some content for him and couldn't find anything (Big sad). So, I had to make sure he had at least one story. I'm still learning his character so this is probably not perfect.

Wes Mitchell Key 

You didn’t know what the hell you were thinking. The relationship wasn’t new but had been long since the beginning. Now you were standing in front of his apartment door, one travel-on bag thrown over your shoulder. You had jet lag from the flight all you wanted was a hot shower and any flat surface to sleep on.  

But now standing here anxiety twisted in your stomach clawing its way up your throat. You reached in your pocket pulling out a key. It felt heavy as lead in your palm and caught the light in the shine of the new metal. You had never used it before and half wondered if it would even really work in the lock. 

You and Wes had been officially together for eight months after steadily talking for three. It didn’t take a genius to know that Wes had trust issues. He didn’t talk about his childhood much, but the random snit bits that he had shared you knew it had been on the rougher side. He was slow to trust and despite his apparent mastery at reading suspects needed blunt direct talks to know where he stood in his personal relationships. 

You two hadn’t seen each other in person more than a handful of times. It had forced a strong foundation built on communication and genuinely enjoying the other company as opposed to falling into bed together because it was easy and lonely. Wes had openly admitted that he tended to do that in a lot of his previous relationships because he “wasn’t good alone”.  

It had been a major red flag and forcing you to keep the pace slow. He was charming, funny, and incredibly good looking and you didn’t want to get your heartbroken.

It didn’t stop you from falling in love with him.

Neither of you had uttered those words yet. Wes didn’t seem like the type to make that proclamation without meaning it and you didn’t want to back him into a corner. 

The feeling of him keeping parts of his life separate from you had caused more than one fight. It always happened in the same pattern. You would bring it up, he would acknowledge that he did it and promise to try harder to be more open. For a while, he would and it would get better but he always seemed to hide behind that last layer of protection. His reflex to protect himself at any cost. You loved him and tried to be patient with what he was working through but the pattern was incredibly frustrating.  

The last one had stuck pretty well. When he came for a week's visit, he had given you his key. He hadn’t said it but you knew it was his way of showing how much he trusted you. You couldn’t help but wonder if it had been an empty attempt to appease you. After all who would go across the country to actually use the key?  

You had only been to his apartment in Budapest once and he came to see you three times. When you met him, you didn’t even have a passport. While seeing each other hadn’t been frequent, the sex was always absolutely mind-blowing. 

Now you felt like quite the hypocrite as you had been hiding your own struggles from him. Things had gotten so bad, so overwhelming at home that you had packed a bag and paid for a flight on a whim. You couldn’t even remember if you packed underwear. Your brain had been like watching static on a TV and it was only halfway through the flight that you remembered that Wes wasn’t even home. He was currently in the Netherlands.  

You felt a gaze fall heavy on you. You look over your shoulder to see a man watching you stand in front of the door holding a key and making no attempt to open it for way longer than necessary. You scrabbled to put the key in the lock and let out a grateful yet slightly surprised breath of relief as the key twisted in the lock butter smooth. 

A glance back showed the man's suspicions seemed settled as he headed down the hall. Then you remembered the alarm and rushed in to type in the password letting your bag carelessly fall to the ground with a heavy thunk. You watch in anticipation after typing the code in. Wes would be the type to constantly change his code but the light turned blissfully green.  

You turned around to see the almost obsessively neat living room. It had a modern feel but it felt only half lived in like Wes hadn’t completely moved in even though he had been living there for over a year now. It looked exactly the same as when you had been there last. The only difference is the lack of pillows and blankets thrown on and over the couches. It was clear that he had done that for your comfort when you had been staying there.  

You stared blankly into the space. Should you call Wes to let him know you have invaded his home? A yawn forced itself from you and your exhaustion came over you in another harsh demanding wave. It had been over a 12-hour flight and you hadn’t been able to sleep at all. Thoughts of calling Wes were easily forgotten with the promise of sleep.  

You walk into his room and are washed in the scent of his cologne and aftershave still barely clinging to the enclosed space. It brought a soft comfort to you. A tease of his embrace. You paused thinking about how awful you must smell and all the germs you had no doubt gotten from the shared space of the airport and then the plane. Your fickle mind had you turning on your heel to the shower turning the water hot.  

As you rinsed off you noticed the only product that Wes had was a 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. You didn’t even have it in you to care as you scrubbed yourself down with it only unconsciously noticing how awful it made your hair feel. You dried off sparing only the bare minimum amount of time towel-drying your mess of tresses before climbing into his bed. You sank into it with a sigh cocooning yourself in his blankets and before you could think twice you were out like a light. 

Wes entered his apartment quietly. Resetting his alarm before heading to the bedroom. He set his bag down gently as he headed to the bed. He sitting beside you brushing the still damp and tangled tresses off your face. You barely moved still deep in sleep. His eyes analyze you worriedly before leaning down and dropping a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Wes had been gathering his things when his phone had chimed alerting him that someone was at his door. He glanced briefly at his phone thinking it might be a person walking too close to his door or a package arriving he had forgotten he ordered. He had done a double-take when he realized it was you. You hadn’t mentioned anything about stopping by.  

He thought maybe it was a surprise visit. It had been a while since you had seen each other in person. The long flight explained why he couldn’t reach you the last few times he had called. He quickly dismissed that notion. You knew he was still in the Netherlands doing a job and he had given you no idea of when he would be back because he hadn’t known himself. If that wasn’t enough there was your slumped posture, hair thrown haphazardly up in a messy bun with thick chunks of hair escaping, only one carry-on bag thrown over your shoulder. He could feel your exhaustion through the screen, not the excitement you usually had when finally getting to see him again. 

He had watched with growing concern as you just stood at his front door with the key in your hand. You stood that way for so long that he thought his video might have frozen. It stung when he realized it was indecision. He had silently willed you to open the door but still you stood unmoving.  

His stomach clenched with guilt. It was his fault that you were hesitating. You had told him you felt like he had a life he didn’t want you to know. That he always had his walls up. He knew the truth and accepted the burden of trying to fix it. He thought he had been doing a good job and that it wasn’t a big deal.  

Watching you fight with yourself if you were truly welcome in his home or if you would be invading it spoke louder than your words ever could. They cut deeper too. Far past the walls that he had spent his life building. He was just about to call you and tell you to go inside when your head whipped backward clearly startled by something. Then you turned back with purpose and put the key in the lock. It didn’t give him the relief he was hoping for. You hadn’t chosen to go in, you had been pushed too. How long would you have stood there without that nudge? 

The flight home was short but it felt long. His mind was in fix-it mode and whirling with what was the right thing to do when he got home. He wanted to talk to you about your relationship. There was nothing more he wanted than you being around. How deeply he cared for you. He wanted to know what that hesitation meant to you about your relationship because he knew what it meant to him. 

Even though Wes desperately wanted that to be the first thing he did. He knew it wasn’t the right one. He needed to find the underlying cause of what would cause you to spontaneously fly across the country. What had happened? And how did it build up that fast? Hadn’t he just talked to you a few days ago? You had been a little quiet but it had been late your time so he hadn’t thought much of it. Had he missed something so major? How long had whatever it was really been going on? 

Wes tried to suppress his worry not wanting to alert the team that you were there until he knew what was going on. He knew an attempt to run when he saw it, he had done it enough himself. When the group had asked if he wanted to get some drink before they had all returned home, he had feigned tiredness. He had beelined for his home. 

Wes smoothed the blankets over you gently, considering his options. He sighed deeply standing up. You looked vulnerable and small twisted in the blankets and curled up into a ball. You were in a deep sleep. You had barely moved since he had walked in. It wasn’t worth waking you up.   

[heartthrobxhook]

Killian had taken notice in how easily it was to unravel the other's composure with their close proximity. He knew exactly what he had been doing, charm was something he was very good at. A skill he used often to get his way or to get out of difficult situation, but using it on James was even more fun. Exciting in a way he hadn't expected in awhile, but for the other's sake he kept things casual that evening and they drank and chatted until the former commodore couldn't hold his liquor any longer and passed out. Killian brought him over to the bed to sleep comfortably and he got some sleep as well.

The following two days was peaceful sailing, the pirate crew were all friendly to James knowing Killian's plan was to keep him rather than return him to the Interceptor. When they weren't raiding they were a rather cheery bunch, often singing shanties while they worked. During the day the young captain would help with some work or was at the helm himself, enjoying to sail most of all. As they neared the bay of Port Royal he ordered them to raise the brit's colors, leaving them to think they were a friendly ship that had saved the interceptor from pirates.

"What do you see Mr. Smee?" Killian asked his first mate looking through the spyglass.

"The Dauntless is anchored at the docks, the other ships look like merchants and fisherman, Captain." The first mate replied.

There was a pause as he thought for a moment. "Load the mortar. Discreetly. I'll bring her about and once we cut the Interceptor free, fire upon the Dauntless. I don't want her giving chase." He told Smee who nodded and headed down from the quarterdeck to grab some men to prepare the mortar.

"All hands! Bring her to half sail!" Killian called out as they sailed into the bay, going around wide then turning to tow the Interceptor close to shore so the men wouldn't have to row far. Once in position he raised his hook. "Cut the lines!" The crew chopped the tow lines free and once they did he lowered his hook. "FIRE!"

The mortar cannon shot fired out, screams and panic sounded on the docks as people scrambled to get to safety. The fiery cannonball lobbed right into the deck of the Dauntless, ripping through it's sails and rigging along the way. The burning whale oil it was coated in splattered across the deck, and started to quickly spread. Killian tossed his head back in laughter as he turned the ships wheel to head back out to sea. Both fortunately and unfortunately no one had been on the Dauntless so there was no casualties, but that also meant a slower response to putting the fires out. The Port was quite helpless now and if Killian had been a cruel pirate he could've easily fired upon the citizens and pillaged the town. No, instead he'd rather taunt them and replaced the brit's flag with their own pirate flag to let them know just who decimated their ships.

James's sharp retort died on his tongue the moment Hook's cold hook tilted his chin upward, forcing their gazes to lock. The proximity was staggering—closer than James could recall anyone standing.

His breath hitched, and for the first time in years, words escaped him entirely. His mind raced, desperately clawing for composure, for something clever or cutting to say, but all he managed was an incoherent, "I—uhm—w-well…"

The fluttering in his chest felt foreign, unwelcome yet undeniable, and far more potent than anything he'd felt even when confessing to Elizabeth. His green eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as though to speak again, but no sound came out. Instead, his gaze darted to Killian's smirking face, those sharp blue eyes watching him intently, a glint of victory in them. Then those lips.

"I…" he tried again, voice softer this time, betraying his bewilderment. His cheeks were warm, the flush creeping up his face, and he cursed inwardly for such a blatant display of weakness. What was it about this man that unraveled him so completely?

The scent of brandy lingered on Killian's breath, mingling with the sea salt in the air, making James’s head spin even further. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to straighten despite the hook still under his chin. "I don't--…" he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, "I… you… that's hardly… proper." The words tumbled out unevenly.

It wasn’t the response he wanted—no, he’d intended something commanding, something to regain the upper hand—but the quiver in his voice betrayed him. And worst of all, he couldn't bring himself to pull away.

Saved by smee in a manner. As soon as the knock came, James felt like he could finally breathe again. He barely noticed how tightly his chest had been constricted, his uniform suddenly stifling. While Smee spoke, James exhaled a shaky breath and tugged at his cravat, loosening it to ease the suffocating heat that seemed to have settled over him. His gaze drifted toward the floor, his thoughts scattered, though he listened intently to the exchange between Hook and his loyal first mate.

Indefinitely. The word stuck in James’s mind like a splinter. His pulse quickened at the realization of just how precarious his position was now—not a prisoner in chains, but still thoroughly ensnared.

When Smee finally departed, leaving the two of them alone once more, James hesitated, his composure barely pieced back together. He cleared his throat softly, a reflexive gesture as Killian’s attention turned back to him.

"Fun?" James repeated stiffly, his voice carrying the faintest note of incredulity. He adjusted the loosened collar of his coat and shifted in his seat as though even the idea of such a thing was an ill fit. "So sorry, I’m ...afraid I’m not acquainted with the concept. I’m a Norrington, after all."

[anistarrose]

Respectfully: yes, of course being sex-positive is incredibly important, but you know what's equally important? Being sex-positive without being fucking aphobic. It's not a herculean task at all; I see aspec and allo people alike who are absolutely able to do both successfully. But it does require a bare minimum amount of critical thinking.

You can defend kink at pride without saying or implying that sex is what makes us human, or that sex is a requisite for the "true" queer experience. You can talk about the indescribable value of gay bars without accusing anyone who isn't interested in them of being either a prude, creepy and antisocial, or a "boring virgin." You can stop arguing that any given queer person or group of queer people you dislike (perhaps even within reason) would be more progressive and less reactionary if they had more sex (and yes, this is a real take I've had to see on this website).

You can, and urgently, should stop pretending that sex negativity as a cultural force is caused by ace people — instead of you know, caused by cultural conservativism and cultural Christianity. And on the flip side, you can stop with that thing where you act sex-positive until you see an aroallo person wanting to have sex without a romantic (closed, nuclear) relationship — and suddenly, throwing all sex positivity out the window as you decide that they're a freak and a manipulator and evil incarnate. (Yes, you need to be kinder to even the cisgender heterosexual aromantic men. That particular discourse encapsulates the feedback loop between arophobia and radfem-lite beliefs, by the way, which is another thing the queer community here is horrible at avoiding in its rhetoric.)

So: sex positivity includes aro-spec allosexuals, who need it for precisely the above reason — because alloromantics demonize them otherwise. And sex positivity includes ace-specs who need it just to talk about their experiences, without getting called inappropriate for merely acknowledging sex out loud, let alone their own relationship with sexual desire.

(Have you already forgotten one of the biggest aphobe talking points in 2016? That aces acknowledging their identity in any capacity were "oversharing," and making people "uncomfortable" — and god forbid you ever mentioned asexuality to a minor?)

At its core, sex positivity includes accepting people can have morally neutral relationships with sex that you wouldn't personally want — and maybe even ones that might make you uncomfortable. And so much of this website seems perfectly able to understand this — or at least, preach this — until the second an ace or aro person shows up.

You're not allowed to exclude us from this movement. You're not allowed to twist this movement's intent to put us down. Kill this new wave aphobia in 2023 or so help me. We're not letting this community do this again.