#I just wanna do stuff but body said nuh uh you’re staying in bed for 12 hours dumbass

[sirwow]

Gawh damn man. My body is kicking my ASS rn. First I can’t cope w drawing because wrist owe and now I can’t cope with music or walking because of a 10 hour long sinuses headache refusing to leave me after 2 naps and 3 rounds of medicine. Aughe.

[farfromparker]

♛ Sovereign | t.h.

♛ Summary: Tom offers you something you never knew you wanted, himself.  ♛ Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader ♛ Warnings: explicit smut featuring sub!Tom ♛ Word Count: 6.8k ♛ Notes: It’s been three months but our lovely sub!Tom is back! I’m really excited to share this one with you guys, feels good to be writing again! As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged!!

Special thanks to @worldoftom​ 💖

“I love you two, ya know that?” Harrison calls from your couch. 

You smile at your reflection in the mirror, applying a good cover of mascara. Putting on the finishing touches in preparation for a night of debauchery or an acting audition. It all depends on how Harrison’s meet up with an online match plays out. 

“Shouldn’t one of us stay back in case you need an emergency call to get out of it?” Tom asks, sprawled out on your bed. 

“Nuh uh,” you interject, popping out of your bathroom to look at Tom directly. “You are not leaving me alone with this. If he’s into this guy I am not going to be left alone at the bar while they hook up in the bathroom.”

“Hey!” Harrison calls out. 

“Am I wrong?” you call back. 

“Well — no, but if you could not be so blunt about it I’d appreciate that.”

Tom laughs. “Alright,” he sits up, “but know I’m only doing this for you, love.” 

You blow him a kiss before turning back into your bathroom to finish up the last little stitch of makeup. 

Another minute or two and one last adjustment of your top and you flick off the bathroom light. You walk back out into your bedroom and grab your purse off the bed. 

Tom stands up and smiles at you, “You look stunning.”

There’s a bit of heat that settles on your cheeks, “Thanks Tommy.”

He goes to move past you, brushing his hand along the small of your back. “You’re welcome, Miss,” he whispers, and your body goes stock still. You turn to look at him and he’s smirking, a devilish glint playing in his eyes. And your drunken conversation, nay confession, to him last week plays over in your mind. 

You groaned, falling back onto Tom’s sofa. 

“What’s up, love?” Tom asked, offering you another drink, your fifth of the night, as he settled down next to you.

“I miss sex Tommy,” you said, taking a long sip of your drink. 

Tom coughed quietly from his spot opposite you. “Oh? What about that lad last month? Uh Nick? Brad?”

You shook your head, dismissing the name of a recent, random hookup, “That was just sex. I miss… sex my way.” 

Tom licked his lips, shifting on the couch to turn towards you more, “Your way?”

You copied him, wetting your own lips. “I like to be in control.��� And the alcohol coursing through your veins was enough force to keep you talking. “I like to dominate. I want a pretty boy on his knees for me, I want him begging and whining and whimpering for me. I wanna call him baby boy and puppy and pet and I want him to call me Miss. I want him to be mine.”

Tom watched you talk, hanging off every word, absolutely mesmerized. 

“I wanna tease him, I wanna edge him and play with him. I wanna choke him. I want him to beg for me to let him cum. And before I let him cum maybe I’ll ride his face first, or sit on his cock and then after I’ve cum I’ll finally let him cum, watch him make himself all messy for me. Cum all over his stomach, cock wet from me. and then maybe I’ll — maybe I’ll lick it up and push my tongue into his mouth. Make him taste his own mess.”

He licked his lips and adjusted himself, an action lost on you. You took another drink before glancing at him. His face was flushed. He swallowed harshly, grabbing his own drink to wet his dry mouth. 

“Wow,” he paused, trying to find the words. 

“Sorry,” you laughed, “that might have been more than you bargained for.” 

He chuckled, clearing his throat, “Nope. We just got that much closer is all. It’s fine, good. All good.” 

You’re left reeling a bit because he most definitely just called you Miss and most definitely remembers the situation in which you said you want to be called that. But he’s out in your living room now, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

Harrison calls out your name, “You ready?”

You shake your head, one big deep breath in and push Tom’s comment out of your mind. “Coming!”

♛*♛*♛

The bar is loud, there are people all around you. Bodies ebbing and flowing to the beat like the ocean against the sand. It’s hot but not uncomfortably so. You’re enjoying the liveliness, the noise, the commotion. You can’t hear yourself think in here and somehow through it all, it’s the quietest you’ve felt in a long time. 

Tom is close. You can feel his hand hovering along the small of your back to keep you near him. You take turns shouting into the other’s ear, trying as best you can to carry on a conversation over the music. 

Harrison is still within your sights, grinding and kissing and it’s safe to say your acting skills won’t be needed tonight. You smirk as you glance in their direction. Happy for him. 

And so that left you and Tom. Your best friend, your partner in crime, your confidant, your shoulder to lean on. Sweet Tom. Lovely Tom. Gorgeous Tom. Sexy Tom.

You shake your head as your brain catches up with the thoughts the contents of your glass are riling up inside your mind. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus again. Best friend Tom. Smart and silly with a heart as big as an ocean, just as deep as well. Beautiful Tom, his warm chocolate brown eyes, his broken nose, his messy eyebrow, his pink lips... 

His strong shoulders, firm stomach, gentle hands…

The same gorgeous man who called you Miss mere hours ago...

Stop. 

He’s pressed into you, breath in your ear, hand firmly placed on your hip now. Your skin feels hot. 

“Might need to catch a ride back to yours, love,” he says and there’s an uncontrollable shiver that runs up your spin. He pulls back to look you in your eyes, smirking and he tilts his head towards Harrison. Your eyes linger on his lips for a second, the alcohol making the delay longer than socially acceptable. He notices. You pull your eyes away and find Harrison again, lips locked, hands roaming and he’s definitely getting lucky tonight. 

Your free hand finds Tom’s stomach, hand sliding gently until it comes to rest in the dip of his waist. He turns into you easily. 

“Course Tommy, there’s always room at my place for you.”

There’s a flirty tone to your response. Maybe it’s a result of the alcohol, maybe it’s a result of the song playing over the speakers, a deep, rhythmic tone. Or maybe it’s a result of the way Tom had reacted when you touched him. His stomach muscles flexing, body turning towards you, fingers squeezing at the band of your jeans to pull you just that much closer. 

And that’s when you realize his hand is under your shirt, when did that happen?

His thumb bumps against the skin of your lower back, gently, rubbing soft circles and your vision is starting to blur, but it’s got nothing to do with the drink in your hand. 

You set that same drink down on the bar behind you, it’s not even the slightest bit important anymore. You look at him, staring into his eyes and asking a silent question. His gaze drops to your lips and that’s enough of an answer to take this forward. You reach for his hand and take his drink, placing it down next to yours. You reach your hand up for him and trace his jaw, ghosting along his smooth skin. He’s looking back into your eyes now. You hook your pointer finger under his jaw and let your thumb rub against his bottom lip. You glance down, watching as his mouth pops open slightly for you, the way his lip moves under your touch. You drag your thumb a little more roughly, pulling at his lip some and getting it wet from his spit. Then you bring your forefinger up to trace his top lip before letting it fall gently into the open space his lips have created. He opens wider as an invitation and you push your finger inside. You glance back up at him and his eyelids flutter, lips locking around your digit and as your thumb traces his cheek, he starts sucking. He uses his tongue tentatively, swirling around your finger and does his best to keep his teeth out of the way.

You smirk, eyes hooding as you focus on the feeling of his mouth. Your own tongue pokes out to lick along your bottom lip. 

Good boy. 

Someone knocks back against you suddenly, pushing you off balance. You pull your hand back to steady yourself against his chest and he automatically grabs at you as well, bringing you impossibly closer. 

He looks at you, “You alright?” he shouts over the music. 

Nodding, you simply respond, “Let’s go.” You reach down and grab his wrist, guiding him through the mess of people. He twists his hand so that his fingers lock with yours and you can feel his presence along your back as you wade through the crowd. 

You push the door open and the cool air hits you as you step out onto the street. The cold only spurs you on, reigniting that desire you had back inside. You pull your phone out quickly, desperate to get home. You find a ride relatively quickly and request it. 

There’s a small group of people outside the pub, smoking and bantering. They don’t pay you any mind. You stuff your phone into your back pocket and turn to Tom.

“What about Harrison?”

Tom shakes his head, “He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.” The answer is firm. 

Your lips curl up into a smile and you step into his space. You can still feel the ghost of his mouth around your forefinger, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, the look in his eyes as you watched. You can still feel the tacky remnants of his saliva on your skin. 

You bring your hand up to cup his jaw. “I’d like to keep pushing, Tommy.”

His face goes a little slack, mouth parting slowly, eyes turning dark and stormy. He nods, seemingly a bit lost for words. 

You however, say exactly what comes to mind. “Good boy.”

And he whimpers at the praise. The sound sends an electric spark down your spine, igniting a fire deep in your belly. You drag your hand down around his throat, taking it slow so he has enough time to register your intent and tell you no. He doesn’t. You press your pointer finger and thumb along the column of his throat, high under his jaw and squeeze at his pulse points. You can feel the hammering inside his veins, a frantic drumming beat. He moans your name. 

Someone calls out to you and you startle, shaken out the haze of lust once more. Your hand falls away from Tom. Turning, you find your driver with an awkward expression on his face. 

You smile, a faint feeling of heat settling on your cheeks from being caught. You link your fingers with Tom’s and pull him into the back of the car, helping to navigate the driver back to your place. Tom fidgets next to you and it isn’t until your hand comes to rest high on the inside of his thigh that he finally settles. 

He clears his throat, leaning in closer to you so you can hear him clearly over the dull thrum of music playing through the car speakers. “You can do whatever you want to me.” 

You pull back so you can find his eyes in the dim neon glow from the front counsel of the car. He looks back at you, gaze as confident as the statement was. You study him, this beautiful man, your best friend, a man you absolutely love, willing to submit to you. Willing to give into you, to trust you with himself so fully. 

He licks his lips, a movement that brings your attention back to him, here, now. He chews on gently before adding the ending affirmation to his confession of submission, the words you needed to hear. “Whatever you want, Miss. I’m yours.”

Arousal surges through your veins as you stare into his eyes, consuming every inch of your body. Your hand on his thigh moves up to cup him through his jeans, you can feel the bulge, feel how hard he is already. His eyelids flutter closed as you touch him and you grin. 

“So hard already, baby boy?” 

“Fuck,” he breathes, hips flexing up into your palm. “So fucking hard.” He opens his eyes, staring back, “All for you.”

“Darling, we’ve barely begun,” you purr, leaning in to press your lips to his neck. You kiss along his throat gently, teasing little kitten licks and the soft press of your lips. 

He brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, head falling back into the headrest. “You’re gonna kill me,” he chuckles, “you know that? I could cum right now, honestly. And if you want to do to me — like what you said last weekend? I’m fucked.” 

Your mind runs wild with possibilities but you do your best to mask your excitement, biting your lip as the car comes to stop outside your place. A quick thanks to the driver and you’re pushing Tom out the door and up to your flat. 

You secure the lock behind you once inside and push him up against the door. The lighting in your apartment is a stark contrast from the neon hues of the club and the darkness of the car. There’s no hiding here. 

“You sure?” You ask, hands on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat.

He looks at you, unblinking, not even a hint of hesitation on his features. “I want this. I want you.” 

There’s a heavier meaning behind his last statement, something that’s been there between the two of you for a while. It makes your heart sing. 

You beam, letting the reality of this start to consume you, “Good. Me too… so much. But if there’s anything I do that you don’t like — that you don’t want to do, just tell me. I’ll stop, no questions.” 

“Yeah, got it. I’m not worried though, I trust you.” 

Your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much so you kiss him instead, deeply. His lips are warm and soft and they glide against yours easily. His tongue moving and rubbing against yours. He still tastes like the beer he was drinking at the bar. It all feels like the start of something, so perfectly the beginning of a chapter that you’ve both been waiting for. 

When you pull back he’s blushing, shy and unable to meet your gaze. He clears his throat, moving forward from the door just an inch or two. You move with him, your hands falling from his chest to hang at your sides as you watch him. He looks up at you quickly before staring back at the floor and slowly he sinks down to his knees. He bows his head, and you take another step back, one that allows you to see him better. His hands fidget in his lap for a moment before he links them behind his back. 

He licks his lips, “Miss?”

Fuck.

You go forward towards him one more, threading your fingers into his hair so you can pull his head back and he’ll have no choice but to look at you. “So pretty,” you coo. “My pretty boy.” 

He whines, “Yeah, fuck. Yes I am. I’m yours.”

You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, enjoying how he leans into your lips. “C’mon pretty boy, let's take this to the bedroom.”

He stumbles over himself trying to get up fast enough. You chuckle as you walk down your hallway, letting your hips sway in a bit more of an exaggerated fashion. 

You flick on the lamps by your bed and turn to find his eyes trained on you, waiting with bated breath for your guidance. Your hands miss the heat of his body so you beckon him over to you, letting your fingers find their way underneath his shirt to feel his skin, feel the goosebumps erupt across his stomach. You push his shirt up and off and he moves willingly, discarding it on the floor. His own fingers quickly join yours as you work on getting him out of his jeans as well.  You push them down his legs and as he kicks out of them, your lips find his. While the first kiss was tender and sweet and everything a first kiss should be, this one is the direct opposite. It’s needy and hungry and possessive. His mouth opens to you, tongue pressing against yours frantically as you push him back against the wall. Hands finding purchase along his hips, shoulders, neck, hair, arms, anywhere… everywhere. 

He’s groaning against you, a low rumble that makes your clit throb. His hand is on your jaw while the other is digging into your hip. You pull back unexpectedly with a loud smack of your lips against his. He tries to follow, a soft plea of no leaving his lips that you're sure wasn’t a noise he meant to make out loud. 

“Oh puppy,” you purr, a sneer cracking across your face as he whines. You study him, his normally warm eyes are blown wide, thin lips red and swollen, hair messy from your hands raking through it. You trail one finger along his stomach, below his navel, tilting it so it’s more of a drag of the nail than the fingertip, until you reach the band of his underwear. Teasingly slowly, you dip in under the elastic. “Why don’t you take these off and settle down against the headboard, yeah?” 

He swallows, “Yeah.”

You step back so you can watch, eyes traveling every inch of his body as he pushes the elastic down slowly, watching your reaction to him. 

You glance up at his face, “Go ahead Tommy, let me see you.”

He rolls them down his thighs gingerly, until his cock springs free. One final quick tug and they’re down around his ankles. He steps out of them, fingers rubbing at the skin on the outside of his thighs as he stands there in front of you, completely exposed. You bite your lip and take your time admiring him, it is your cock now after all. And it’s as pretty as the rest of him, perfectly thick, a good length, veiny, and he’s hard enough that his foreskin has rolled back. His tip is pink and wet and you can feel your own wetness begin to pool in your underwear. 

He’s nervous, standing there under the weight of your gaze, looking for your approval. “Just as fucking perfect as the rest of you.” And he blushes a deep red from his chest up his neck to the apple of his cheeks, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Now, on the bed, darling.”

“Yes, Miss.” 

He settles down in the middle of the mattress, resting against the metal headboard and watches as you dig out soft bondage rope from the bottom drawer of your dresser. His eyes go a little comically wide and you come to sit next to him on the bed. Grabbing one of his wrists softly, you place the rope in his hand so he can feel it. 

“We don’t have to. I got a little eager, but we can wait.”

His fingers curl around the rope curiously. “What — uh what did you want to do with it?”

“Tie each wrist individually toward the two corner posts of the headboard.”

He looks down at the rope again, fingers still rubbing along it before he glances to each corner post. He sets the rope down and spreads his arms, looking at you he asks, “Like this?” 

You nod, “Exactly like that.” 

He considers it for another moment, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks again, “I — I like that idea.” 

“And,” you continue, deft fingers unraveling the rope and tying it around his left wrist as an example, “I use quick release knots.” You finish the knot and let him examine it for a moment. “That way, if you need me to stop, all I have to do is pull.” And you do, one quick tug on the end and the whole knot comes undone. “And you’re out.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, all hesitancy gone, “tie me up. Tie me up Miss, please.”

You chuckle, “My eager little puppy.”

And so you do. Keeping his wrists secure but making sure the knots aren’t too tight and that he’s comfortable. When you lean back and take him all in, the situation floors you. This is your best friend Tom, someone you’ve loved for years but now might actually be awakening the feeling of being in love with. And he’s tied to your bed, naked and hard and absolutely fucking stunning. Tan skin flushed with a red tint that deepens depending on what you do to him. His curly hair is messy from your hands. His lips are red and swollen from your lips. He’s hard and leaking against his stomach because of you.

“Fuck.” It’s the only word your mind can coherently string together in that moment because this is everything you never knew you wanted and now it’s all laid out in front of you for your own taking. 

He shivers under your stare, arms flexing as he pulls at his restraints just slightly and the fact that you aren’t on him yet is criminal. So you lean in, pressing your lips to his quickly first, a soft, sweet kiss of reassurance before you tilt his head to the side and drag your teeth down his neck. He moans as you start to suck on the skin at the junction of his neck, hands rubbing along his chest. You find his nipples, pebbled hard and as you bite down on his neck you pinch them, eating up the way he whimpers, the way his hips jolt off the bed. One last bite and you pull your mouth from his skin, resting in the crook of his neck, listening to his heavy breathing. His cologne is faint but you can still smell it. He’s completely enveloping all five of your senses. You slide your hand down his stomach and watch as his muscles move, his cock twitches as you get closer to it. And you can’t tease him, as much as you want to, you want to feel his cock as badly as he wants you to. 

You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly and his head falls back. He swears, long and low, drawing the word out as you play with him. 

“Make such pretty noises, Tommy,” you praise. Enjoying the weight of him in your hand, how hard he is balancing out the velvety softness of the skin of his shaft. How hot he is, memorizing every ridge and vein along his length. Watching his foreskin roll back with the movement of your hand, as you continue to slowly milk pre cum from him. 

He gasps, “I’ve been thinking about this all week — well, fuck. A lot longer than that actually but like, ugh, what you said last weekend.” You pull your head out of the crock of his neck so you can look at his face as he continues. “I’ve been horny all fucking week. I’ve jerked off every night and it’s not enou— ”

He whines high in his throat as you twist your grip along his tip.”Fuck! Fuck it’s not enough. And I've been… I’ve been doing research. About what you said. And I —” his heavy breathing interrupts his thought process. “I want to be good for you. I — I wanna be yours.”

He looks at you then, locks and holds your gaze. “Can I? Can I please be yours?”

Your heart and pussy clench simultaneously. “Fuck. Tommy. Yes, I want you to be mine. All mine.” 

His eyes go wide, face softening as you give him the answer he needed to hear. “Thank you, oh fuck, thank you Miss. Shit. I’m gonna — gonna cum.”

You stop your movement immediately, grip loosening and you feel him twitch, hear the rattle of the headboard as he pulls on the ropes. 

“Fuck!” He squeezes his eyes shut, his whole body going taut as you deny him. 

“Baby boy, if you think you’re cumming before I get that gorgeous cock inside me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

His eyes snap open, “Oh fuck. I wanna be inside you, I wanna feel you, I wanna —” his arms flex against the rope once more, “Are you wet Miss? I wanna feel it, I wanna know I’ve been a good boy and made you wet. I wanna taste you. I want —”

You hush him gently, pushing back the hair that’s fallen across his forehead, “I know baby boy. And you have been so good for me already.” You emphasize this with a quick squeeze of his cock. He gasps, eyes never leaving you. You place a quick kiss to his lips before getting up off the bed. You strip, a little slower than normal, keenly aware of his eyes on you. Sliding your jeans down your legs before pulling your top off slowly. A quick pinch of your fingers and your bra loosens, straps slipping off your shoulders and you let it fall to the ground. 

“Fuck me,” he whispers, fingers curling into his palm as his eyes sweep over your body for the first time.  

You toy with the band of your underwear, pulling downward slowly from each hip before you turn around, bending over as you slide them past your ass and down your legs. The movement of your hands accompanies another jarring shake of the headboard and he’s swearing as he stares at you, bent over and showing him everything. 

“Miss. Fuck, I can see how wet you are. Shit… god I wanna taste you, I wanna feel you. Please Miss. Please.”

You stand back up and turn towards him, crawling onto the bed over to him. “So vocal, baby boy. I love it,” you murmur, moving to straddle his hips. You hold yourself above him, smirking when he tries to tilt his hips up to you only for you to move further away from his cock. 

“I’ve got the implant in,” you start, waiting for him to look at you. When he does, he nods, understanding what you’re saying. “Are you clean, Tom?” 

“Yeah,” he rushes out, “I haven’t been with anyone in a while and I always got tested afterwards.” 

“Good. Me too.” And with that you drop your hips slowly, settling his cock between your wet folds. He moans and it’s impossible for you to hold one in as well. His cock fits along your center perfectly. You slide along him, getting him wet and focusing on the tip of his cock nudging against your clit. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet,” he whines, biceps bulging as his hips start to move with yours. 

You smirk, leaning in to rub your lips against his, “So are you.” 

And you glance down, watching as his cock continues to leak onto his stomach, as he gets wet from you, foreskin rolling back with each movement from your hips as you rock against him. You lean in, capturing his lips with yours properly. He leans up and into you, moaning when you bite roughly along his bottom lip. You lift your hips off him, reaching down to get a hand around the base of his dick. He’s lost in the kiss, arching up into you, mewling but as soon as you start to sink down on his cock, he freezes. 

He pleads your name, breathing heavily against your lips, “Holy shit. I — you… fuck! You feel so good.”

“Baby boy, you sound like a virgin,” you tease, enjoying the stretch of his cock as he bottoms out inside you. You sigh, clenching purposefully around his cock as you reach down to start rubbing your clit.

He whines, head falling back against the headboard, “I fucking feel like one.” 

You chuckle, finding a rhythm with your hips, angling your movements slightly until his cock is rubbing exactly where you want him. You clench involuntarily and his name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper. He looks back at you then, watching you use him, ride him, finger slipping easily against your clit. 

He pulls at his restraints and you look at him, cocking an eyebrow to push him to voice what’s on his mind. He takes in a deep breath through his nose. “Miss, I wanna make you cum. I wanna be good for you. I want to — can I show you how good I can be? Please?”

You slow your hips to a stop, watching his body jolt as the friction on his cock ceases but stays buried deep inside you. You trail your fingers up his stomach, circling one nipple, then the other, “Yeah? And how are you going to do that, Tommy? How are you going to be good for me and make me cum?”

“My fingers, my cock. I want you to cum using your boy. But I should be doing the work. Please. I’ll be so good for you. So fucking good.”

You snicker, his eagerness and willingness to please is palpable. You consider him for a second longer and then give one single nod. You reach for his wrists and give a good tug, the quick release knots loosen and his hands are free. 

He goes to touch you but stops himself, “Can I, Miss?” 

Your clit throbs, so much so that you clench around his cock to try and ease some of the ache. He shudders as a result, muscles in his stomach and chest tightening. “Yeah, baby boy, you can.” 

He wraps an arm around your waist, moving to have you settle down on your back but doing delicate work to keep his cock inside you. He grabs at your hips and tilts them up a bit, the movement allows his cockhead to rub directly against your sweet spot. You moan quietly, a noise not lost on him and he starts thrusting, keeping them pointed and determined. He reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his throat and as you squeeze gently, he sucks his thumb into his mouth. He presses it to your clit expertly, letting it slide against you quickly while he fucks his hips into you. Every movement of his body is perfectly pinpointed on your pleasure. 

“Fuck, Tommy.” Your fingers squeeze gently against his pulse points. You reach your other hand up and thread it into his hair. You pull, bringing his mouth down onto yours. He steadies himself with a hand next to your head but doesn’t stop the movement on your clit, doesn’t slow the perfect drag of his cock inside you. He opens his mouth to you, lets you take what’s yours. 

You start tightening around his cock, can feel the heat building in your core and your mouth goes slack as your release approaches. 

“Yeah, please Miss, please cum, please let me make you cum,” he urges, his breath mixing with yours, lips so close they bump against yours as he talks. 

It swells like a wave, building momentum until finally it reaches its peak and breaks. Your body shudders, fingers tightening in his hair and Tom is close, thumb still against your clit, feeling you clench and flutter and it registers after a moment that you’re clenching around nothing. You gasp, fingers loosening some. You suck in a deep breath, doing your best to fill your lungs. 

Your go limp into the mattress and you open your eyes to see him staring in awe at you. You lick your lips as you rub his hair and let your fingers trail down his neck. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been picturing what you would look like when you cum, and my imagination wasn’t even close. Fuck, you’re amazing. Thank you for letting me be good for you.” 

You press your lips to his, “You were so good for me, puppy. Made me cum so fucking hard.” You take a deep breath in, body feeling more and more like jelly. You trail your fingers down his arms, feeling the smoothness of his skin, “You pulled out though…?” 

And he blushes, eyes dropping, unable to hold your gaze. “I was gonna cum, you felt so fucking good but you — well, you didn’t give me permission to...” he trails off.

There’s no fighting the devilish smirk this time. “Oh baby boy, such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” 

He smiles sweetly. “I try to be, Miss.”

“You are,” you affirm, pushing at his chest and moving with him as he settles back against the headboard once more. “So good for me. And good boys get their rewards.”

You settle down between his thighs, a wave of possessiveness washing over you as his legs spread automatically to fit you comfortably. You press your lips to his chest, lazily trailing kisses down his stomach, taking your time to nip and suck on his skin. His stomach muscles tremble under your touch and he’s making sweet little mewling noises as you move lower and lower down his body. 

You trace your tongue along the jut of his hip, raking your fingernails gently up along the inside of his thighs. He chokes back your name as you reach up and cup his balls. They’re heavy and full in your hand. You move to his opposite hip, marking his skin in a rougher way, determined to leave a bruise that he’ll see for days to come. 

His fingers are curled into your comforter, tendons prominent on the back of his hands as he squeezes and releases his grip. He’s babbling above you, a mantra of please leaving his lips. 

One lewd sucking noise and you pull away from his hip. Letting your hand fall away from his balls, you lean up and look at him. “Please what, puppy? What do you want?”

“Touch me, please. Please, Miss.” 

You splay your hands deliberately across his thighs, rubbing at his legs. “I am touching you, baby boy.”

He sobs, hips flexing up off the bed as you run your hands up his body, purposely staying away from his cock. “Use you words, puppy.”

“F-fuck! My cock, please. P-please touch my cock.”

“There,” you coo, “all you had to do was ask, Tommy.”

And finally you do, leaning back down to lick along the underside of his cock, flattening your tongue and dragging it up his length. He chokes at the first contact, chest heaving as he falls back against the headboard. His tip is dark red and leaking steadily. You envelop your lips around him, wrapping your hand around his base as you start sucking. You swirl your tongue, tasting the saltiness of your wetness and his pre cum on your tongue. 

He starts twitching underneath your touches, cock jerking in your mouth as you hollow out your checks. You start bobbing up and down, spit starting to coat his cock and make him sloppy. You pull off with a pop, letting your hand pick up where your mouth left off. 

“Love that your cock tastes like me, baby boy.” You growl, the slick noises of your hand around his dick echoing in your ears. “How it always should be, yeah? Your cock should always be wet from my pussy.”

He whimpers your name, panting as he looks at you. His body is taut, like the string of a bow. He’s practically vibrating, doing his best to stave off his orgasm for just a little bit longer. You watch him, his jaw clenches, sucking a deep breath in through his nose before he opens his mouth again. He sounds breathless. His eyebrows crease and eyelids flutter as you thumb his slit, collecting even more of his pre cum. 

“Wanna cum, Tommy?” you taunt, twisting your grip and watching as he shutters. 

“P-please,” he gasps, grip twisting even harder into your bedsheets. 

You stop the movement of your hand, moving in closer, feeling predatory as you glare at him, “Beg for it.” you demand, voice harsh and authoritative

“F-fuck, Miss, please can I cum? I want to so badly. Please, please Miss. Please… please make cum,” he whines, voice high pitched and broken. 

“Good boy,” you purr. You start to move your hand again but not at the speed he needs. “Go on, puppy, fuck my fist and make yourself cum.” 

He cries out, doing as he’s told, hips flexing and thrusting up into your grip. His muscles are defined and quivering as he moves. Moans getting shorter, choppier, whinier. He sounds wrecked and desperate and needy and bloody fucking beautiful. 

“There ya go, baby boy, cum for me.”

And he does. He freezes, body going rigid and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He curls forward towards you as he cums, spilling across your hand and up his chest and stomach.You stroke him through it, listening as your name is a litany on his lips. He twitches as you milk every last drop of cum from his cock. 

With one long moan, he sags backwards, exhausted but completely sated. He’s still breathing hard, chest heaving and he looks up at you, “Fuck me.” 

You chuckle, leaning in to press your lips to his and kiss him lazily. You pull back, going to move off the bed but he grabs your wrist, “Where are you going?” suddenly sounding a bit lost. 

You smile softly, leaning in to kiss his check. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. And get you something to clean up with,” you say with a wink, motioning to his cum covered stomach. 

He goes a bit sheepish, grip loosening. “Oh, yeah — right.”

You come back soon after, washcloth in hand, and he cleans himself up quickly as you crawl back into bed with him. He tosses the now dirty cloth onto the floor and you giggle as he cuddles into your side, arms wrapping around your waist and pressing himself along your body. 

You scrape your fingers up into his hair, listening as he hums contently. “You mentioned something about research…” you trail off, leaving the statement open ended. His fingers squeeze at your skin. 

He fidgets against you for a moment or two, “Yeah I — well, what you told me last weekend definitely piqued my interest.” You move so that his face isn’t buried in your neck anymore and you can see him properly. His cheeks are red, a color that’s barely left his features all night, and you reach up to cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb along his cheek to encourage him to keep talking. He swallows, “And I’d been thinking about talking to you about how I felt about you. But then when you said that — I realized I didn’t really know what that all entailed. So I did some reading,” his gaze is dropped, focused on your collar bones instead of your eyes. “Articles and podcasts and forums. There’s also a whole mess of videos on Tik Tok? I just… I wanted it to be really good for you. I wanted to be really good for you.”

“Fuck, Tommy, you were. So fucking good. But you’ve really never submitted to someone before?”

He presses his lips together, finally glancing back up into your eyes, “No.”

You raise your eyebrows, impressed, “Well you could have fooled me, puppy. You were a natural.” 

He shivers at the praise, “Shit, I really like it when you call me that.”

You bite your lip, “I’ll remember that, puppy.”

And there’s that unspoken conversation about your feelings for one another. Something you’ll need to discuss at some point, but in the moment, it doesn’t hold the need to be explained, to be articulated because you can see the emotions swimming in his eyes, the intent behind his hands on your body. It’s the same intent your body language is telling him. And yes, one day you’ll discover just how deep those feelings go, but right now, there’s nothing more that needs to be said. Nothing that you both don’t already know. 

[flor3nces]

live streams | matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

this is sorta long but like not really. i started this at 5 and ended at 7. BYE ASF IVE NEVER TAKEN THAT LONG ON A PIECE. ENJOY READING DARLINGS <333

“matthew! you wanna live stream with me?” i rarely live streamed as i didn’t really know what i was doing but i got the hang of it as i went on. matthew always stayed silent when i did live stream not wanting to give away that we were dating or that we were even hanging out. as far as the fans know we were just friends.

“are you sure? i was just about to go to the living room so i don’t bother you.” matthew wasn’t very ideal with the fans knowing that we were together as some of them can be really rude when they even hear a rumor of matthew possibly dating someone.

“yeah, come on. it’ll just be two friends hanging out and doing a little live stream.”

convincing him was difficult. he kept thinking about how people would figure it out and all that jazz but after a while it worked. i helped set up his area beside me, leaving space in between us so we could move our mouses without bumping our hands.

i notified people on my instagram and twitter that i was going to be doing a live stream with matthew. matthew doing the same. i laughed as he said that he wasn’t going to do so.

“hey guys!” matthew gave a small wave and smiled at his camera. “wait.. what are we playing?”

“oh! i forgot to tell you before we started. we’re playing minecraft!”

i let out a giggle at matthew’s face at the games name. “what is that?”

“a game. i already have it downloaded on your imac.”

“why? i don’t play that game and how did i not notice?”

“because i play it when i use it. you not noticing is so weird because it’s literally right there.” i reach out and point to the bottom of his screen. matthew lets out a small ‘oh’ and pushes me off.

“do you want me to join your realm or do you want to join mine?”

“you can call all the shots. i don’t even know how to play this stupid game.” matthew grumbled as he watched me. i send him a small smile and start a new realm. “don’t i have to like friend you or something?” i shake my head. “nope, i already have you friended.”

matthew nods at my words and looks at his screen. “do i click this?” i nod and he presses the button to join my realm.

i immediately ran over to the trees and started to get some wood. matthew looks at me as if i’ve grown two heads. “uh.. y/n how do i move?” before i can help him he starts pressing random buttons. “no, matthew!”

he ends up clicking a button that allows him to see his skin. “oh! oh, wow! hey, look i’m rumple!” i smile as i remember spending hours working on that skin for him. “i know. i made it for you.”

i lean over and teach him how to move, jump, run, crouch, hit, and mine. the last two things were basically the same thing but it was easier to teach him that way. teaching him how to craft, open his inventory, drop stuff. and scroll on his hot bar was the easiest thing he learned. as i’m doing this matthew says small comments. “matthew, shut up!”

“i didn’t do anything!”

***

“matthew! get out of my house! make your own house!”

this had been an on going battle with him. he wanted to live with me and i insisted that he live alone. “but y/nnnnnn we’d save more space for more builds if you just let me live with you!”

matthew had a way of always getting his way. no matter what is was that he seemed to want, he’d get. i guess it was part of his charm.

“fine-”

i get cut off by matthew cheering and jumping out of his chair to hug me. “but you’re sleeping in your own room not next to me.” his cheering dies down at my words. “what? why not?” he pouts but i refuse to give in. he’s already lving in my house for god sake.

“y/n pleaseeee. i won’t steal your stuff or anything.”

i shake my head and continue building my house making sure to add another room for matthew. he continued to beg as he helped build the house.

“okay! you can sleep next to me! now quit yappin’.”

a huge smile took over his face as his minecraft character made his way over to my room and placed his bed next to me. i couldn’t help but smile at him as he did a little happy dance.

***

“y/n i swear to god if you take that dog.”

“you’ll what? there are other dogs around gube! this is my dog, i found it first!”

“no! the others ran away you go find them. i refuse to run around to find them when one is right in front of my face.”

i smirk as i start to give the dog bones. matthew catches on and tries to give her bones but fails. hearts go above the dogs head after i gave her three bones. “ha!”

matthew hits me and my dog starts to attack him. “what the fuck? y/n help me!” a loud laugh rumbles through my body as i sit her down. “guess you better run and go find those other dogs before she kills you.”

he turns to me and pokes my side. i smack his hand away not taking my eyes of the screen as i was trying to get my dog back home safely. matthew turns back to his screen and starts his “quest” as he called it to find the other dogs that ran off.

***

we’ve been on the live stream for a good three hours and matthew was starting to get the hang of it and so far we haven’t had any slips ups on us dating.

in those three hours we had found diamonds, made a farm for both crops and animals, made a roller coaster, tried to make a small cafe but gave up and just made a fishing shack. we were now going to the nether.

“gube, are you sure about going to the nether? this is literally the first time you’ve ever played this game.”

“yeah but i’m basically a god at this game now.”

“oh please. you’ve died at least a hundred times.”

“nuh uh! you are such a liar! don’t lie to the people.” matthew winks at the camera and i roll my eyes. “you can be such a boy sometimes.”

i grab some food, my bucket filled with water and three extra buckets, and my bow along with some arrows.

“can i light it?”

“be my guest.”

matthew takes out his flint and steel and lights the portal. “woah, it’s so pretty.” he stares at the now purple portal in awe. i jump in and the nether starts to generate. “wait till you see the actual nether.”

he doesn’t say anything when we’re in the nether and i start to think he thinks it’s ugly. “um.. matthew? you good?” he doesn’t respond as he just keeps looking around. it wasn’t until i punched him in the shoulder that he snapped out of his trance.

“what?”

“you alright?”

“yeah, yeah. it’s just so beautiful. almost as beautiful as you.”

i snort at his cheesiness and start to walk around.

things were doing just fine until a ghast found us while we were making our way towards the nether fortress. both matthew and i screamed as the ghast made a noise. it shot at us. luckily, we had made a small platform before entering the nether fortress.

“how do i shoot it back?!”

“hit it back with your sword!”

it knocked down matthew. “oh my god! babe, i’m gonna die!”

i didn’t even notice that matthew had called me babe while we were live as i was trying not to die. “i died lol.”

a laugh came out of my mouth as matthew said lol. “oh! i killed it! my love, you better get your ass back here right now!”

i start to mine down and run over to where i saw a ghast tear fall. “look! i got a ghast tear!” matthew’s character came running up behind me. “you want it?”

“no, you killed it. plus, i don’t want a memory of that stupid thing. it killed me for no reason!”

“it’s a mob.. it doesn’t need to have a reason to attack you.” matthew lets out a whatever under his breath and starts to make his way back to the nether fortress.

***

“okay guys thanks for watching!”

“yeah, she really appreciates it when you guys tune in and watch her die half the time.”

“matthew! i didn’t die as much as you did and we only played for like three fucking hours!”

i read some of the comments that were popping up. some of them were ‘bye’s’ and the rest were just freaking out that we were dating. my eyes widen a bit at the comments until i realized that matthew had called me babe and i had said my love when the ghast was attacking us.

“gube... cats out of the bag.”

he looks at me for a second before looking at comments and scanning through them. “well, looks like i can kiss you on camera now.” my laugh gets swallowed by matthew as he presses his lips to mine.

“okay. bye guys! have a good night!”

“byeee!”

i click off the stream and turn to matthew. “i thought you didn’t want our relationship to get out?” a smirk comes across my face. “yeah, but there was no way on backing out on that one.”

“you’re not mad?”

“what? of course not! why would i be? i finally get to show you off, though i did want to keep you to myself a little longer but it’s cool.”

i smile at his words and kiss him again. “i’m going to make coffee. can we watch charlie and the chocolate factory?”

“hm. whatever you want princess.”

i press a small kiss to his nose before running off to get the pot started. 

[multifandhoem]

water.

Ok so remember when I said to celebrate 200 followers I would make small drabbles or imagines based on fluids that continue the story fluids? Wellllll I did that (i did one) but now I already have 300 followers!!! Thank you so much for your support (and you can request if you want :)) But anyways, here is water, i have thoughts about syrup but it will probably take a bit :)

A/N: this is the second part to fluids.  

Genre: smut (?) maybe fluff 

Warnings: usage of water enema, humiliation, reader cries, anal stuff, spanking, hints of anal sex but no real anal sex, swearing, dom!Makki, dom!Mattsun, sub!reader, some MxM

Word count: 1759 

When you felt yourself slowly drifting away you tried squinting your eyes harder, a desperate attempt to stay in the peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, your bladder decided now would be a good time to act up, so you knew there was no going back from here. Your best hope would be going to the bathroom now and trying to continue sleeping right afterwards. Very begrudgingly you shimmied yourself out of the blankets and the arms of the boys around you, to sleepily tap into the bathroom, the slight burn between your legs constantly reminding you of the events that had occurred the evening before.

“Morning, princess.” Issei’s voice was even deeper in the morning. “No. Wanna sleep.” You were already nestled back in his arms, ready to close your eyes again, stomach warming up at his chuckle. “Sure thing, baby. Hiro’s going to be out for a while more, anyways.”

You hummed in content at the feeling of him slightly scratching your head, encouraging him to continue.

“You sore?” You let out a huff that could be understood as an affirmation and luckily, he got it, chuckling smugly.

“Issei- no. I’m sore!” Apparently, he didn’t get it, as his hand moved down, to cup your core through the boxers they had to lend you in his big hand.

“I’m not doing anything, princess, don’t worry. Just holding. It’ll be better I promise.” Maybe it was your imagination, but the sting really seemed to lessen a bit under the heat of his fingers, and contently you drifted off in a light snooze.

When you woke up again, much more willingly this time, Issei had disappeared from your side, leaving you and Hiro in bed. The strawberry blonde was still passed out cold and not against a bit more time in bed, you snuggled up closer to him and shut your eyes again, once you felt the warmth of his body.

You were absently tracing soft patterns on Hiro’s chest, when you heard someone, presumably Issei, reentering the room and sighing at the picture presented to him.

“Hey, I made breakfast for you.”

The bed dipped and you slowly blinked up at him. “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon.” Issei chuckled a bit, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning over you to Hiro, shaking him slightly. Said man grumbled and tried turning around, away from the disturbance but was hindered by you clinging onto his arm.

“What time is it?” He still sounded incredibly tired, his voice deeper than usual and very raspy. “Nearly noon,” Issei repeated and also pressed a kiss on Hiro’s shoulder.

“Morning, Hiro.” You giggled at his sleepy expression, heaving yourself on top of him to press small kisses to his chest. “Morning, princess. You alright?” He stretched a bit, grabbing Issei’s hand while doing so to pull him towards you two.

“Yeah. Issei made breakfast.” He hummed at your answer, eyes closed again, with Issei tucked under one arm. “Well, we should stand up then.”

Nobody moved, making you all chuckle. It really was something you could get used to. Something about laying in their arms made you feel so soft and safe and secure.

“I love laying here, but I really need to pee. Princess…” You got the hint and rolled down, so Hiro could stretch one last time, press a kiss to both yours and Issei’s lips, and then scurry off to the bathroom.

“Let’s go eat.” Issei nudged you with his nose, snaking his arms around you to pull you up with him. He really went all out with breakfast, different kinds of bread, cereal, and fruits adorning the table. “Do you want some coffee?” He was already standing at the machine, but you were quick to push him to the side. “I’ll make one myself. You already did so much! Just sit down.” He smiled at you and followed your command, soon being accompanied by Hiro.

“You never made breakfast like this for me,” the latter complained jokingly, throwing you a thankful smile when you placed a cup of coffee in front of him and Issei.

“You never took two dicks at the same time.” Issei threw him a cheeky grin, before starting breakfast by taking two pancakes of the stack in the middle of the table.

It was later when you were lounging in Hiro’s bed and his hand softly caressed your upper thigh, that you realized what you had done. The pizza last evening and the extensive breakfast today, paired with a cup of coffee. It was bad. It wasn’t like you never took a dump at their place before, but it felt weird, knowing that presumably later they would put something up your ass again.

“What do you wanna do today, hm?” Issei had tucked himself under your arm and now pressed a small kiss to your collarbone with his words. You stiffened up a bit at that, emitting a chuckle from them.

“Still sore?” Hiro’s hand moved a bit up on your thigh.

“No- I- It’s not that. Just... like, I had to poop like an hour after breakfast, I don’t want it to be dirty!” You were speaking faster towards the end, but according to the grins they sported, they still understood you.

“We gotta clean you then, don’t we?” Mattsun sat up, letting your arm fall down onto your stomach, while he went rummaging in Hiro’s closet. “Come on, princess, up to the bathroom.” Hiro pushed you slightly, animating you to move.

What were they planning? They weren’t going to clean you with their fingers, right? That would be weird, wouldn’t it?

“Well, princess, this is a water enema. You fill it with water, and you can press here, and then the water will come out and flow into your butt. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, but it’s not hurtful in any way.” Issei threw you a reassuring smile during his explanation when he entered the bathroom with the small toy.

“In the best case you move around a bit with the water inside you, so it coats everything, but then you can go sit on the toilet or like kneel in the bathtub or whatever you’re comfortable with and then, well, I guess you know what happens then.” He grinned at you at the last part. You couldn’t stop the heat that slowly coated your cheeks at the thought of being in such a humiliating position in front of them. And when Hiro took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, patting his lap, you could not withhold your whimper.

“Go on princess.” Issei pushed you in his direction but you had felt the air shifting. They weren’t just helping you anymore. You were sure that this whole process would bring in more than just cleanliness.

“Dirty girl. You need to be cleaned by us, don’t you?” Another slap echoed through the bathroom. You whimpered again.

“Shh, princess, you’re gonna be good for us, aren’t you?” You nodded helplessly, looking up at Issei, who held your cheeks squished in one hand. After the next slap Hiro’s hand-dipped between your cheeks, carefully prodding at your puckered hole.

You hated yourself and your kinks at that moment. Who were you, getting turned on in that moment, bent over Hiro’s lap, waiting for him to pump water into your ass.

Hiro slightly lubed up your hole, before slowly pushing the water enema in. You moaned at the new feeling of fullness. It wasn’t comparable with the fullness yesterday, with fingers or toys, but a different kind. You felt the slight push at your stomach, felt that there was something moving in your ass.

“Good girl.” The praises went straight to your core.

“Think she can take more?” With wide eyes, you stared at Issei, who only threw you a wicked grin in response.

“Hmm, a bit, sure.” Hiro hummed thoughtfully, filling the enema up again, to push it inside your asshole the second time.

After the second enema, you really felt full. Nearly bursting. The push of Hiro’s legs against your stomach did nothing to help the situation and with small whimpers you tried to get away, to ease the pressure.

He let you stand up on wobbly feet, and you tried to hurry towards the toilet, but a hand stopped you. “Nuh uh, princess. Remember when you said you liked humiliation?” They grinned at the way your eyes went even wider.

Issei pushed you back towards the bathtub, pressing against your stomach slightly. It was nearly painful holding everything in, especially when you moved to climb over the edge of the tub.

“Can you leave the room, please?” You knew the possibilities were small, but this was already embarrassing enough. You were kneeling in their bathtub, ass filled with water, while they were towering over you, smirking at your misery.

“I think I can see your stomach bulging out.” They ignored your request completely.

“Come on, princess. Aren’t you excited about the fun we will have afterwards? You will be so clean. You just have to let go.” Tears were prickling in your eyes.

You wanted to let go as Issei said, you really did. But something, one last ounce of pride was holding you back, was refusing to let you squirt out water from your ass in front of the two attractive males.

It was when Issei leaned down, to press against your stomach when you had to let loose with a cry. You felt the water flowing out of your ass, not daring to look. You didn’t want to know what it looked like, it would make everything even more humiliating.

The tears were by now falling freely down your face, while water kept spraying out of you, slightly coating your knees before disappearing into the drain.

“Such a good girl for us. Getting so clean. You did great, princess.” After the flow had stopped, they took the showerhead, spraying the remaining water around until everything was gone, cleaning your legs and ass as well.

“It’s time for a reward, don’t you think?” You were wrapped in a fluffy towel, pressed against Issei, who softly wiped your tears.

“What do you think about a dick in your ass?” Hiro caressed your sides, planting a small kiss on your head. You nodded, not trusting yourself to answer. You never had one of them in your ass. Wasn’t that the goal you wanted to achieve when you asked them for help?

“Yeah? You like that? Then let’s go, princess.”

[lis-likes-fics]

ᛖᚦᚨᚾ (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader) - Chapter Three

Y/N woke the next morning with Ethan jumping at the end of her bed. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" He exclaimed as he got in her face.

She groaned and opened her eyes, jumping slightly because of how close he'd gotten. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, "Yeah, I'm up, I'm up." She sat up and set him to the side of the bed. He got down and told her, "I already got showered and dressed!"

Y/N laughed and ruffled his hair as he fixed it, "Hey! I just got this done!" She chuckled, "Sure, you did. I'm going to take a shower and we'll head out for breakfast. What do you wanna eat?"

"Beignets!" He exclaimed. Y/N nodded and grabbed a change of clothes. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up before stepping in and letting the water calm her.

Memories of her past rushed over her and she welcomed them. She remembered the horse rides Elijah would take her on when they had the free time, she remembered the village gatherings where they would feast and dance and sing together, she remembered spending time with the Mikaelson siblings.

She smiled softly, remembering Elijah himself. She remembered his long chestnut hair, his chocolate brown eyes, his short stubble. She held onto any memory she still had of him. Through all of the centuries she's lived, remembering things hadn't been her best skill.

She was brought back to reality when Ethan yelled through the door, "Mother! Are you done yet?" She chuckled and shook her head.

She called back, "No, buddy. Give me a little bit more time and I'll be out. Okay?"

"Okay!" He said.

Y/N finished up her shower and got dressed quickly, remembering just how fast Ethan got bored. She walked out of the bathroom and told him. "Okay, buddy. Get your things."

"Okay, Mom." He jumped from the bed and gathered his stuff in his bag. When he was all packed up, he rushed to Y/N and she put her hand on his head. "Ready?" She asked.

He nodded as he threw his arms around her waist, "Mhm!" Y/N chuckled and said, "Then let's go."

They both walked out of the room, headed to the lobby. They both walked out of the hotel after Y/N turned in their room keys. She grabbed one of the maps that were offered at the front.

She opened it as she stepped out to the front. "Okay, so we're here and we need to get here."

She looked both ways before looking down at Ethan and saying, "Let's go this way." She turned them both and they set off the way to the Cafe Du Monde.

After a few moments of confusion, they finally found their way. They sat at one of the tables and made their orders. "Mother, can you guess how old I am?" Ethan asked, giving you a cheeky grin.

Y/N put her finger on her chin, "Hmm. I don't know. Are you...five?"

He chuckled, "What? No! Two more guesses."

"Are you...seventeen?"

He shook his head, "Nuh-uh! One more try."

"If you're not five...and you're not seventeen...then you must be...ten!"

"No, Mommy! I'm nine!" He told her.

She gasped and then sighed, "Well, why are you getting so big?"

He shrugged, "I don't know! I just am."

Y/N smiled at him and said, "Well, I think you're a very cool nine year old. In fact, I think you're the coolest."

He smiled and said, "Thank you, Mom. I think you're the coolest mom out there."

Y/N put a hand over her heart and said, "Well, thank you, Ethan." She pulled him into her side and grabbed the camera that was around his neck. "Here, say 'cheese'."

He smiled and said, "Cheese!" She took the picture as the waitress came by with the beignets. She set them on the plate and told them, "Here are the beignets. I hope you enjoy."

Y/N smiled at her as she left and said, "Well, dig in." He grabbed one and licked the powder off his hands. "They're messy." He stated. She chuckled and said, "Yeah, they are. But you still have to eat them, you know."

She grabbed one and took a bite and Ethan did the same. He smiled, "These are good." She smiled at him as she wiped off some of the powdered sugar on his face. He laughed and you both chowed down on the powdery food.

~

When they finished up, Y/N paid and they left the cafe. "Where do you want to go next?" Ethan shrugged and grabbed the map. He looked through and asked, "Can we go listen to jazz?"

She laughed, "Well that narrows it down to about a hundred different places. New Orleans is the birthplace of jazz."

He looked back at it and said, "Can we go to the town square?"

Y/N nodded, "Sure. Let's go...this way." They both walked down the streets and found themselves there in no time. There were a lot of people passing by and people in little booths. There were jazz performers, fortune tellers, artists.

Ethan was so fascinated by everything. Y/N watched as he grabbed the camera and began taking pictures again.

Y/N smiled to herself and said, "We're going to need another photo album." She looked around and smiled.

Ethan ran to her and said, "This place is so cool!" Y/N nodded, "Yes, it is, buddy." He ran over and asked, "Can I get my fortune told?"

Y/N thought for a moment. She didn't want to say yes and then the lady end up being an actual witch.

This was New Orleans after all. Witches were bound to live here, which is why Y/N was a little reluctant to move here.

She walked up to the lady and took inventory quickly. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary and figured it was okay. "Yeah." Ethan sat at the table and the lady smiled at him, "Hello, little one. Can you tell me your name?"

Ethan nodded and told her, "My name's Ethan."

"That's a very nice name." She said as she grabbed her deck of cards. Y/N relaxed. Most witches did palm readings, not cards.

She spread her cards out in front of her and said, "Well, Ethan, can you pick three cards from the deck?"

He looked over the deck and slowly picked out three cards. "These."

The lady nodded and brought the three cards closer to her. Y/N watched closely as the lady put the other cards up and put Ethan's up front and center.

She flipped over the first card and said, "This represents your past. Here, it says you have a lot of experience. You've been places, seen things, done things of your own. I bet you're an old soul, aren't you?"

Y/N thought to herself, 'You have no idea.'

She continued to the next card, "This represents your present. Right here tells me that you yearn for more to learn. You're curious to know more about yourself."

Y/N looked over to Ethan who was eating all of this right up. She tilted her head and something caught her eye. She looked to see where it was coming from but put it to the side.

This was New Orleans. There are a lot of things going on at once. Whatever it was, it was nothing.

She turned her attention back to the lady as she said, "Now for your future." She flipped the card over and slightly gasped. Y/N tilted her head a little, concerned.

She looked at the card, up to Y/N, and then back to Ethan. She spoke, "In your future, someone will reenter your life."

Y/N stopped, she didn't know if she should believe her or not. Someone would reenter her life? There's only a select few who could and they all lead to one person.

"But with that comes a fate that will be hard to surpass. The future from there is unclear." She finished.

Y/N patted Ethan on the shoulder and told him, "Okay. Let's go, bud." She grabbed her wallet and began to pay the woman. She shook her head and said, "No, keep the money. May the spirits be in your favor."

Y/N gulped and then turned back to Ethan. "Come on. Let's go explore some more and we'll get lunch in a bit."

Ethan nodded and thanked the woman. Y/N grabbed his hand and they both walked around more. But as they walked, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Y/N began looking around, staying attentive in case something happened. She pulled Ethan close and he asked, "Mommy? Are you okay?"

You looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile, "Yes, honey. Something just feels...different."

As she walked, she felt someone behind her and began to wonder what it was. She turned and heard a whooshing sound. Y/N put Ethan behind her, keeping him safe in her grasp. "I know you're there. Who are you? Come out now."

"Mommy?"

"It's okay, honey."

Y/N continued to search. "Now." She said again. Ethan tapped on Y/N arm and she turned to see him. He pointed in front of him and said, "Mother, who's that?"

Y/N looked up to see where he was pointing and when she saw the person standing before her, she didn't know how to process any of it. Her whole world caught up with her with such a force, she thought she might fall.

Y/N gazed back at the man before her and lost herself. Ethan brought her back to reality as he tugged at the bottom of her shirt. "Mother?"

She looked down at him and rubbed his cheek gently. "Yeah, sorry, honey. Um..." She looked back up to the man and Ethan asked, "Who is that?"

Y/N forced herself to look away from the man and back at her son. She kneeled down next to him and said, "It's...It's him."

Ethan's eyes widened. "Him?" Y/N nodded and a tear slipped from her eye. Ethan wiped it away and said, "Don't cry."

She wiped at her eyes as more tears formed. "I'm sorry, honey." She looked back at the man and stood. She took a step toward him, almost scared that if she moved too fast, he'd be gone.

She tried to find her voice as she took another step forward, this time he mimicked her actions. With each step, they got closer and closer. Y/N couldn't handle it as she rushed forward, running into his arms.

The strong arms of the man Y/N has loved for hundreds of years wrapped around her. She felt home in his arms as she quietly cried. "Elijah?" She spoke.

He nodded and that only encouraged the tears to flow quicker. "I missed you so much." He told her, his voice broken as he felt what she was feeling.

Both of their emotions spread through their bodies as they found each other again. Elijah put his hand on the back of her head as he breathed in her scent. He found comfort in her as he felt her again.

Y/N slowed her tears, not wanting to cry in front of Ethan. She held out a hand behind her as she sniffled. When Ethan grabbed it, Y/N reluctantly separated herself from Elijah's grasp. She held onto his hand as she pulled him into her, keeping him close.

Elijah asked, "How...how are you...?" Y/N wiped under her eye as she explained, "The night after you all were turned...Mikael found me and turned me himself."

With her other hand, Y/N subconsciously grabbed the necklace around her neck. He looked at Ethan, looking him over curiously. He asked her, trying to keep his voice light, "So...who is this?"

Ethan took a small step back, stepping into Y/N. "It's okay, honey." She said quietly. She looked up at Elijah and smiled. She'd wanted to say these words to him for centuries.

"Elijah, this is Ethan...He's your son." She said, holding Ethan's hand.

Elijah stopped dead in his tracks as he heard these words. There was silence for a good few moments before he spoke, "What? That's impossible."

She glanced at Ethan and said, "By the looks of it, it's very much possible."

Elijah asked, "But how?"

"Well...when a man meets a woman and they love each other very much-"

"You know what I mean, Y/N." He said, closing his eyes with a smile. She chuckled, a sound that Elijah had missed so much.

She spoke, still fiddling with her necklace, "The day that Henrik...you know...I was going to tell you that I was pregnant."

Elijah held his breath and she continued, "But I didn't get to. That very night, you all were..." She trailed off and took a breath, "When Mikael found me the night after, he planned on killing me. But I told him about the child and, instead, he'd turned me into...this."

She motioned to herself.

"I still do not see how Ethan is here then." Elijah commented.

Y/N told him, "Early that day, I returned to the village to see if my mother - Astrid - had been okay...but she had been one of the victims of the slaughter."

Elijah looked down. He knew of Astrid's downfall, and he knew who had done it.

"When I found her, she was dead. Her necklace then found me. Astrid put a spell on it, the wearer would be protected from enemies. When I was turned, the necklace protected Ethan. It's been keeping us from being located by any threats toward either of us. Since it protected Ethan before he was born, it's protected both of us now as well."

Elijah bent down to Ethan's level and asked, "How old are you, Ethan?" He said, "I'm nine now. Today's my birthday."

Y/N smiled and Elijah looked up at her. "Every century he physically grows a year older. He's nine hundred." She mouthed the last part to him.

He nodded and smiled at Ethan. "Happy birthday, Ethan. I hope you've been keeping your mother company."

Ethan smiled and nodded, "Yep. We do everything together. She says I keep her busy." Elijah smiled and chuckled.

Elijah dug into his pocket and looked at what he'd fished out. He looked at the object and smiled before looking back at Ethan. "This was your mother's a long time ago. I made it for her. Now that it's your birthday, I guess it would be okay to give it to you. Hold out your hand."

Ethan looked at Y/N for confirmation and she nodded, "Go ahead."

He looked back at Elijah and held his arm out. Elijah put something around his wrist and Ethan gazed at it. "It's really cool. Mom, look."

He turned and showed Y/N the bracelet that was now on his wrist. Y/N almost teared as she saw the crescent moon bracelet Elijah had made for her all those years ago.

"It is really cool. You take care of that, okay?" She told him. He nodded and Y/N smiled.

Ethan grabbed the camera and began to gather all the pictures he'd taken that day.

Y/N took a step to Elijah and said, "I've missed you so much. I began to think I'd never see you again." He grabbed her hand, "Not a day went by that I didn't think of you. Now that you're standing right here, it's almost too hard to believe."

She placed her hand on his cheek and said, "I'm here, Elijah. We're here together." He smiled and placed his hand over hers. He leaned in and captured his lips with hers.

Suddenly, a flash went off and they turned to Ethan. He had his camera pointed towards them and had taken a picture. Y/N chuckled and said, "You really love that camera, don't you?"

Ethan nodded as he fanned the picture. "When we put this in the photo album, I'm gonna call this 'Reunion'."

Y/N chuckled again and Elijah said, "Well, you might want to leave that one for when you meet the rest of your family."

"There's more of you?" Ethan asked, confused. Y/N laughed and said, "Yes, but, I assure you, your father's the best of them."

"Of course, you would say that, Mother." He commented.

It was Elijah's turn to laugh as he said, "You are definitely your mother's child." Ethan laughed and Y/N looked at Elijah with a big smile. She looked at his hair and whispered, "I miss the long hair..."

He chuckled and Ethan ran up to the both of you. He took another picture with you all smiling. "That's a keeper." He said, looking at the picture with a smile as he started walking off, Y/N and Elijah following after.

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As they strolled down the streets, Elijah and Y/N kept an eye on Ethan as he continued going around and taking pictures of things.

"You know, I remember going to Paris with Ethan once...he was six. I kept having to steer him away from the Eiffel Tower because he kept trying to climb it." Y/N told Elijah with a smile. He gave her that small smile she missed gazing at so much.

Y/N thought back to the day after the slaughter, when she'd found herself back to the village. One thing had been bugging her, ever since that day. She spoke up, "Elijah?"

He looked down at her, humming in response as he listened. Y/N said, "The day after the village slaughter, when I found Astrid...she'd said something before she...was gone. One word, a name. 'Mikaelson'."

Elijah tensed a little, having a feeling where this was going, but not wanting to chance it.

"Why did she say that? What happened?" She asked.

Elijah looked down at his shoes, then took a breath and looked up at Y/N. Slowly, he spoke, "Y/N...I know who killed Astrid..."

Her breath caught in her throat as Y/N stopped, turning to look at Elijah. "Y-You do?" Elijah nodded and hesitantly told her, "It was...Finn."

Y/N heart stopped for a moment. It made sense. Finn had never liked Y/N or Astrid. Correction, Finn despised them.

Since he didn't find Y/N in her home that night...she guessed he supposed that killing Astrid would be the next best thing.

Y/N felt her anger boil inside of her. She felt - she knew - she had been wronged by that act of cruelty. Y/N knew Finn hated her, but not enough to try and kill her, to kill her mother.

Y/N did nothing but clench her jaw and say, "Of course, he did." Elijah nodded, looking down.

When he'd heard her scream that night, when he'd been unleashed into the village, the blood lust too overpowering to control had subsided, his love for Y/N winning over his thirst for blood.

He'd found his way to her home and seen Finn feeding on Astrid. He'd ripped him away, but it had been too late.

"It's for our own good. She would have brought this family pain like no other." He had told Elijah. He had to restrain himself from snapping his brother's neck then. It wasn't until his blood lust had taken over him at the smell of blood in the village that he became distracted again.

Elijah was brought back to reality when he heard Y/N's panicked voice. "Wait, where's Ethan?" She asked, looking around frantically.

Elijah looked around, not seeing the little boy anywhere. "Ethan?" He yelled.

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Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All! Fic #2

Working Dinner ([MC] x Satan) (Tickle fluff fic!) (Slight angst...?)

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You had just gotten back from your classes at RAD, and after being swindled out of some pocket money by Mammon, you decided to head straight home to the House of Lamentation.

You got out of your uniform and into your comfy clothes and proceeded to walk through the house, to look for something to do, or someone to hang out with. Lucifer had stayed behind to discuss stuff with Diavolo, Asmo was currently shopping with Beel with a promise of a free mid-meal at Hell’s Kitchen before dinner tonight. You didn’t know where Mammon was, and he was very lucky that you didn’t. Leviathan’s door was closed and you could hear a bit of commentary from the Avatar of Envy himself. Probably live-streaming.

You walk around to the library and see someone sitting on the sofa with piles of research materials and books stacked on the coffee table. And who was sitting and overlooking this massive stretch of knowledge other than the Avatar of Wrath, Satan. He looked deep into what he was doing, so you decided to not disturb him… not without an offering for this powerful demon.

You went into the kitchen and began to make some tea. You wonder what tea would be perfect for concentration and focus, but you decided to make some tea that complimented the snacks you bought before Mammon took the rest of your money. After you finished brewing it, you put the teapot, cup with saucer, and snacks on a serving tray you found in one of the cupboards and began to slowly make your way back to the library, it was pretty heavy, but you managed. You walked into the library, to which Satan turned his head with your presence.

“Hmm? Oh, [MC]... what’s all that?” Satan asked, blinking at the array you brought in.

“I was passing through, and noticed you were hard at work, so I decided to surprise you with a little snack and tea… umm, I hope you don’t mind.” You say with a blush and an adorable smile.

Satan gave a small appreciative smile and nodded once. “Well, thank you for this, if only my brothers were as thoughtful as you…” he said as you set, or tried to set the tray down, but there wasn’t any immediate place to put it. “Oh just put it down over there.”

You put it down and went over to Satan, and looked down at his materials. “What are you working on, by the by?”

“I’m doing a research paper on the history of the Devildom in relation to the human world. I always found it fascinating that the House of Lamentation used to be a human world landmark, and was trying to spot similarities of other landmarks here.” Satan explained, a glint of excitement in his eye.

“Ah… that’s pretty cool… wait, isn’t that your big research paper that’s due to Diavolo in about 2 months?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Yes, I like to get my assignments over and done with as soon as possible.” Satan said, sipping his tea, “Mmm, very good choice of tea.”

“Oh thank you… w-wait, when did Diavolo give you that task? One… two… maybe three days ago?” You tilt your head a bit.

“... He assigned it to me today, during our student council meeting.” Satan said as he began to write down references in bibliography format.

“Satan… you better not over work yourself… it’s due in 2 months, you’ve got time.” You pouted.

“I know, but why put off something today that you’ll regret tomorrow?” Satan shrugged as he kept writing.

“I mean… I guess, but just remember to take breaks…” you said.

“I’ll be fine, I appreciate the concern, but you don’t need to worry about me.” Satan reassured. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

“Excuse me?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“I said it’s nothing. I thank you for the snack and tea, but I have to get back to work…” Satan snapped almost immediately, shooing you away. He obviously didn’t think you would catch that.

And that was it, you reluctantly left Satan to his research, feeling a bit bad, maybe you had annoyed him. Maybe he was right, maybe he did have this. Later that night, at dinner, you noticed that everyone except Satan had joined at the dining table.

“Hey… where’s Satan?” You ask Lucifer.

“He said he had important business to attend to, and that he’ll eat later.” Lucifer said before taking a bite of his food.

“Huh? He’s having a working dinner again? I swear his work habits have got to be bad for your skin…” Asmo sighed a bit.

“He does this a lot, I’m surprised he doesn't do a working breakfast. Could you imagine, falling asleep at your workspace only to wake up to your work unfinished, and unfulfilled? Heh, cause I can’t.” Mammon said as he was eating.

“That wouldn’t be fun at all, but at least his body makes him sleep.” Belphegor shrugged.

“And to not eat while keeping up a work streak too… I couldn’t do it.” Beel said, munching away at what would usually be considered leftovers in the human world.

“I’ve fallen asleep playing a game before… I was mad because I had accumulated 10 hours of just idle game time, I was so mad…” Levi groaned, playing with his food a bit.

“Don’t worry [MC], just let him do his work, the sooner he gets that paper to Diavolo, the sooner he can try to get back on his sleep track.” Lucifer reassured you, but you couldn’t be reassured, you’ve seen what overworking does to a person, you’ve experienced it in junior high. You wouldn’t stand for it, you had to do something to knock some sense into Satan.

Later, after dinner was finished by Beel, you were left to do the dishes, it was hell, but you somehow did it. You went over to the library in order to confront Satan.

“Satan… I need to talk to you…” You said as you trailed off, you saw he had a new cup near him on a spare space of the coffee table. “Is that coffee?”

Satan’s head turned suddenly at the question. “No, it’s black tea with cream and sugar.”

“Satan… I made coffee for my dad plenty of times, I know coffee when I smell it. And you know you’re a tea taker more than you are a coffee drinker. Which brings me to my point… You need to eat and you need to rest.”

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I promise, I’ll eat.” Satan reassured. Suddenly, you just see a stack of books in front of where your serving tray was. You walk around the sofa and behind the stack of books.

“Your tea is ice cold, and… where are your snacks?” You turned to Satan, going from behind the books and put your hands on your hips. “Did you give them to Beel?”

Satan was caught, he didn’t know why you would be so concerned about him, none of his brothers were, but this situation was certainly very different, it felt like being scolded by a parent. “I’ll neither confirm nor deny that question, please go on to bed.”

“Oh no you don’t, not until I see you eat, and actually eat.” You said, walking over to him, but it happened so fast, Satan stood up and grabbed you by your arm and leg and put you to the floor.

“Or you’ll what, human? I keep saying I appreciate your concern, but now I’m losing my patience with you. If I don’t eat something, then you’ll what?” Satan said with a scowl on his face.

You were a bit scared at how quickly Satan set you down, but you had a secret weapon, and he should have known better than to pin only one of your arms down.

“Well… then you leave me no choice… I have to punish you.” You say, and you suddenly get a devilish glint in your eye. Satan was confused a bit, but when it started happening, Satan had already realized his mistake too late. You reached your free arm up and squeezed Satan’s side, making him squeak uncharacteristically and fall away from your assault.

“N-NoHO! Okay, you made your point, I’ll go eat something…” Satan said, trying to get up and go to the kitchen, as if that would somehow appease you. But he fell back onto the floor with another yelp when you grabbed at his ankle and pulled.

“Ohohoh no no no, we’re way past that point, and since you wanna go and make some threats, how about I follow through with my own threat~?” You say, whenever you got into the tickling mood, nothing could stop you. You pulled Satan closer to you by his ankle and began to tickle his knees, behind and fronts~.

“No! No! NOHOHOHO! Cehease! CEEEEHEHEHEASE!” Satan tried to incur his wrath, but he couldn’t, his laughter and fighting to get away from his assailant overcoming him. But in honesty, he saw where you were coming from. And he couldn’t get mad at you for your wanting to make sure he was okay.

“Nuh-uh. Not until you apologize to me for threatening me~.” You winked as you began to straddle Satan’s waist, squeezing his thighs playfully before the squeezing migrated to his hips and sides.

“NOOHOHOHOHO! Get-GEHET OFF OF MEEEHEHEHE!” Satan squeals as his hips and sides are squeezed and then his arms shot down when you got to his armpits!

“Oh no, my hands are stuck, whatever shall I do~?” You tease in a monotonous voice as your hands are trapped in Satan’s pits, but that didn’t stop you from wiggling your hands within them.

Satan really didn’t want to be here forever, cause his pits were a maddening spot, he didn’t want to raise his arms, but he didn’t want to let you go in fear of you getting at a worse spot. “PLEHEHEASE DOHOHOHON’T! AHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOP!” He suddenly shot his arms back up as he held onto the carpet, so your hands could move.

“Hehe, ‘don’t stop~?’ Well then, I guess I won’t anytime soon~.” You tease as you lift Satan’s shirt up and expose his abs and stomach. “Hehe, I absolutely love it, you could crush someone’s head with your thighs while reading an encyclopedia, just because you can.” You say as you lower your head down and blew a raspberry into his abs and navel, earning you an octave you’ve never heard from Satan.

“GAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! STA-STAHAHAP! Okay! OKAY YOU MADE YOUR POIHIHIHINT! I’M SORRYYYY! *snort* PLEHEASE I’VE HAD ENOHOHOUGH!” Satan flailed and blushed a bit when he snorted. But he finally apologized!

You smile as you stopped tickling and straddled his waist, just looking down at Satan with pleading eyes. “Please… take a break… you have been working so hard, you deserve it. I mean, you’ve made a whole two page bibliography of references, that’s a good start.” You say after Satan calmed down from his giggling and panting.

“... Heh… are you sure you’re a human, [MC]? Cause… you’re as devious as a demon… that was a dirty trick…” Satan panted a bit, blushing as he looked up at you.

“No, I’m a human, as far as I can tell.” You said, and then gave Satan a kiss. Now you both were blushing.

“Heheh… you really are something else… Fine, I’ll take my break… but I’m taking it with you.” Satan said as he sat up so you both were face to face.

“Hehe, deal.” You say as you helped Satan up and went with him to make dinner for him, and a second dinner for yourself.

It must have been a good break because Beel woke up early to see if there was any inspiration for breakfast, he passed the library and noticed you and Satan asleep together on the sofa. Beel smiled and moved quickly to get a blanket for you both, draping it over you both before snagging up the plates and began to lick them clean as he continued on toward the kitchen.

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Feeling the Burn Part 7 (FINAL)

Warnings: panic attacks, cussing, emotions

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Danneel followed Jensen into their bedroom.  

“Baby?” She caught up to him and pulled at his arm to turn him around.  Finally seeing his face, she noted the dark circles and puffy eyes.  “I’m sorry it was hard,” she pulled him into her.  “It’s okay.”

“I had a panic attack, and I-” he stopped.  “I’m so tired.” Danneel rubbed his back.  She stayed quiet for a moment.  

“It’s okay.  No worries.” She felt his muscles stiffen.  “Breathe,” Danneel whispered.  “You’re here with me, and I love you.  What do you see right now?” She backed up from him to look at his face.  “Jensen?”

“Umm.  You, the wood floor, the bed, the fan, and the door.”

“Good boy,” she smiled. Danneel interlaced her fingers with his and guided him to the bed. “Sit down,” she gently stood over him as he lowered himself to a seated position on the bed.

“I-“ he tried to explain himself.  “I need to go to the brewery for the meeting with the investors-”

“Shh. Gino can take care of it.  Let me help you. No talking, okay?” She looked up at him and smiled. “Let me do it. You relax.” Danneel undressed Jensen and retrieved his pajamas for him.

“I can do it,” he whispered.

“You can, but you won’t.” Danneel changed his clothes as he sat there. Standing up to pull his pajama bottoms on, he hugged her again. “Go take a nap, babe.” His wife pulled back the blankets and walked to her closet. He saw her walk back with an old teddy bear with its nose ripped off. “Here, Mr. Teddy will help.” Blankly he laid himself down.

“I don’t need it,” he tried to refuse.

“Yes, you do. I’ll put him right here for you. Rest,” Danneel put the bear in her place on the bed. “Sleep.” She kissed his nose and left the room.  

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Jensen walked down the stairs at ten in the evening after his nap.  At the same time, YN walked inside with her FBBC employee tshirt on.  

“How come you’re home so late? Weren’t you here when I came home?” Jensen ran a hand over his tired and groggy face.  

“Someone called out.  Had to waitress tonight.” She threw her bag against the wall and followed Jesen into the living room where they crashed on the couch.  “You okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.  How’d you do serving?”

“I’ve been doing it on and off.  I know the menu and all that.  It was fine.”

“You have?” Jensen looked to her.

“Yeah. You’re deflecting.  You’re really tired.” YN observed his body language. “Panic attack, I’m guessing.”

“How did you know?”

“You were tired.  You never get tired.  And it’s really hard. At least sometimes.” YN shrugged.  

“Yeah. I needed to sleep.”  

“It’s okay.  Sometimes that’s a good thing.”

“I cried, and it’s exhausting.  I don’t cry.” Jensen dismissed her.

“Jensen.” YN caught his attention.  “Crying isn’t bad and you know it.  I’m not having this conversation with you.  Glad you’re okay though.”  YN hugged Jensen’s side.  

“Sorry.  I wonder where Dee went.” Jensen looked around him.  

“Padalecki house.  She and Gen were going to do a craft or bake or something.”  YN stated.  

“Maybe they made me pie,” Jensen grinned.  

“Selfish, much?” YN giggled.  

“You should go to bed.” Jensen told her.  He felt her relax against him.  

“It’s Friday!  I’m fine.”

“You’re falling asleep against me, I can feel you.”

“Can we watch a movie?  I know you’re going to be up a while.”

“Yeah, fine.  Braveheart?” Jensen suggested a movie.  

“That makes me nauseated. Let’s watch something funny. Minions?”

“Ugh.  Fine.” Jensen playfully rolled his eyes.  “Get it on the screen.  I’ll make some popcorn.”  Jensen stood up and left the room.  

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“Bed, both of you,” Danneel nudged the two on the couch. YN startled awake. Jensen felt YN move away from him.

“Huh?”

“Bed. Come on.” Danneel put her hands out to help YN and Jensen off the couch.

“Good night,” YN walked up the stairs.

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Jared was sitting at the kitchen island when YN entered.

“Hey Pads,” she sighed.

“Morning, we’re going for a run, you wanna go?”

“Yes, she’s going. Get changed and brush your teeth,” Jensen answered for her. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You make me go to therapy, I want you to get your energy out. I’d say fair trade,” he devilishly smiled.

“Come on, Jensen,” YN whined.

“I’ve seen you getting anxious. I know your counselor told you it would be good for you. Come on, get your stuff. 2 minutes.”

“Whatever,” YN turned and trudged up the stairs.

The two grown men chuckled.

“Let’s go!” Jensen yelled up the stairs. YN came barreling down.

“Do I have to?” YN groaned sarcastically.

“Yes,” the boys answered in unison. She grinned.

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“I gotta walk and take a break, I haven’t ran in a while,” YN huffed.  She slowed on the trail.  

“Nuh uh.  We’ll slow down.  We gotta keep going though,” Jared stated.

“I haven’t run hundreds of miles like you two.” YN defended herself.  

“Yeah, me too.’ Jensen slowed.  

“Come on, bud,” Jared encouraged.  

“No, I can’t.” Jensen’s breath quickened.  Jared, ahead of the other two, didn’t stop but asked them to keep going.  

“Jared, stop.”  YN called.  The tallest one turned around.  “Jensen!” He ran to his friend who was grabbing at his own chest.  

“Panic attack,” YN told Jared.  “Had one yesterday.”

“Okay, buddy.�� Jared said calmly. “Give me your jacket, YN.” YN pulled the piece of clothing from around the waist and lied it down and put it against a tree.  Jared slowly helped Jensen lean against it so that the shirt was like a barrier between his head and the bark of the tree.  

“Ughnf.” Jensen stated.  

“I know.  Feel the dirt.  Squeeze my hand,” Jared prompted.  YN watched as Jensen grabbed the granules around him.  “Ground yourself,  No, don’t close your eyes.  Look at YN.  Tell me how she’s feeling.”  YN took her cue to smile.

“She’s happy.”

“Good.”

YN made a silly face, and Jensen laughed.  

After a few minutes of resting and help from YN and Jared, they pulled him up off the ground.  Jared dusted Jensen off.

“Okay, let’s go.” Jensen started running ahead of them.  

“No, dude.  We’re walking. Don’t act all tough.” Jared caught up with him.  

“Sorry.”

When they arrived back at the Ackles’ home, Danneel saw Jensen’s face.  She looked to Jared, and he nodded.  

“Go take a shower, babe.”

“I- I, I can’t.” His hip hit the corner of the table and lost his footing.  He caught himself before he fell.

“Come on. “ Jared put his shoulder under Jensen’s armpit and guided him to a downstairs bathroom and sat him on the toilet lid.  

“What happened?” Danneel walked to YN.  

“Panic attack on the trail.  He will be okay.”

“I know, it just makes me sad that he is going through that.”

“Dee?” Jared walked back into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“I think he needs to sit for a second, but he’ll need help cleaning up.  He’s out of it, but he’s okay.  Can I grab a shower upstairs?”

“Yeah. ‘Course.” Danneel passed Jared and kissed him on the cheek.  “Thank you.”

As she left, Jared looked over to YN.  

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yep, I’ll be fine.  I’m going to go clean up in my room.” YN shrugged.  “See ya in a few.”

The two walked to their respective showers.  

“Jensen, I’m going to help you,” Danneel started to undress him.  He moved his foot out of the way, scaring her, making her fall on her rear.  “JENSEN!  You almost kicked me!”

“I can’t… I don’t know what’s going on with me!” Danneel slowly stood up and watched Jensen’s facial expression.  She opened her arms and pulled his head and neck against her abs to hug him.  She felt him relax against her.  

“Breathe.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine.” Danneel backed away and lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head. When he was ready, she guided him into the shower and sat him on the in-shower seat.  Danneel washed his hair and body, rinsing him off after.  “There, all done.”

After everyone had showered, they all got comfortable on the couches in the movie room.  

“Hey,” YN whispered.  

“What?” Jensen looked at her.  

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Good.” YN leaned against his shoulder.  Before the movie started, she fell asleep.  

“Looks like we tired her out,” Jared looked past Jensen and Danneel to YN in the last recliner.

“It was good for her.  Let’s enjoy the movie, she’ll be fine there.” Danneel smiled.  

________

YN woke up lying over on the console of the recliner.  She walked into the kitchen, seeing the sunlight flooding the room.  

“Morning, sweetheart. It’s Noon.”

“Hey, Jens.” YN smiled.  “You awake?” She giggled.

“Sort of.  Slept really good last night.”

“Come here,” she wrapped her arms around him.  “Glad you slept well.”

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to freak out yesterday.”

“Stop it.  You don’t get to apologize for stuff like this.  It isn’t your fault, and you know it.”

“You’re too smart, you know that?”

“Shut up and drink some coffee.” YN offered a cup to him.  Jensen nodded.  

YN’s phone rang.  They both jumped.  

“Yeah?” YN answered.

“Hello, sister.”

“Kenyan?” She gasped. Jensen turned to her immediately.  He walked so that he was standing next to her.  “How did you get this number?”

“The brewery is a nice place.  Not very secure though.  Let’s just say I should be the head of the HR department.  Got lots of information in here.  Your application is terrible though.”

“I was fifteen and a half when I did it, not exactly an award-winning speech was needed for the job, asshole.”

Jensen grabbed his phone to call the police when he heard where the half-brother was.  YN grabbed his wrist and shook her head at him.  He narrowed his eyes at her, curious.  

“He’s not there, he’s just messing with me,” she wrote on a napkin.  

“What’s it like to be rich?” Kenyan scoffed.  

“I am not rich, and just because someone may have money does not mean they are jerks.  What do you want, Kenyan?”

“Just to let you know that I know about the video.  And… your new dad should have burned.”

Jensen tightened his jaw.

“Shut up, Kenyan.”

“You better call 911. It looks like the storage room might have a little damage.”

Kenyan hung up.

YN gasped for air. Jensen pulled her into a hug while calling the police, telling them what had happened. The original investigator told them to meet him at the brewery, it had been, indeed, damaged.

—————-

“No.”

“I need to go.” YN stopped her foot. “He tried to kill you!”

“He thought it was you. You are not going with me. Stay at the house. I called Jared and Gen. They are coming over to be here with you and Dee. I need to go. I’ll be back in a few hours,” he stepped toward her. “I love you.” After quickly kissing the top of her head, he put a jacket over his shoulder and left.

“Ass.”

“He’s just trying to protect you,” Danneel said.

“I can do it myself.”

“You’re used to doing it on your own. But you aren’t going to.”

“Whatever.” YN started to ascend the stairs.

“Don’t you dare think about sneaking out either!” Danneel yelled after her.

“With three wardens, how could I?!” YN shouted back.

“Ugh.” Danneel groaned. “Come on, baby,” she whispered sadly.

———-

Jensen arrived back home in the late evening.  

“Hey, everybody,” he smiled and threw his keys on the entry table.  

“Did they get him,” YN stood from where the group was sitting in the living room to stand facing Jensen.  

“Yeah, they did.  He was hiding on the property. They tracked him by his boot prints or something.”

In relief, YN reached for Jensen and squeezed him tightly.

“Hey, it’s okay.  It always was.” Jensen reassured her.  

“This,” she yanked up his long-sleeved henley, “proves that it wasn’t.” YN pointed to his scars.  

“Okay, okay,” he calmed her.  YN backed away when Danneel walked over and side-hugged her husband.  

“How’s the storage room?”

“No real damage.  Weird that Kenyan would say that.  Maybe a few scratches.  He carved his name into the building, that’s all we could see.” Jensen shrugged.  

“I’m sorry,” YN whispered and started to turn back toward the couches.  Danneel stepped in front of her.  YN stopped and looked down.  

“It’s not your fault.  Just because you’re related to him doesn’t mean you are to blame.  Now that we know everyone is safe, why don’t you take a bath and go to bed, huh?”

“I’ll try.” YN said with a sigh and waited until Danneel moved out of the way and then ascended the stairs to her room.  

After she left, Gen asked if Jensen was okay.  He sat down across from Gen and Jared.  

“Yeah.  I just don’t get it.  He plays mind games… why?  She hasn’t done anything.  The brewery is fine though.”

Danneel sat next to him on the couch and looped her fingers into his.  

“Some people are shitheads,” Jared affirmed and took a sip of his beer.  

“Yeah…” Jensen sighed. He wrapped an arm around Danneel and leaned against her.  “I’m tired.”

________

“Hey,” Jensen nudged YN. “Wake up.”

YN sat up on the couch in the brewery breakroom.  

“Huh?” She wiped her eyes.

“Why are you sleeping here, kid? And who’s Kenyan?”

It was all a dream.  

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Time Heals.....Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chris smiled as Robyn moved around his kitchen with his ease. He wasn’t expecting last night but he was glad it happened. Robyn definitely seemed less tense and more upbeat. Sex wasn’t a cure-all but it definitely helps. His arm snaked around her waist as she walked up beside him and set a plate of food on the table in front of him.

“All done. What you want to drink?” She said as she smiled down at him.

“I think I have some orange juice in there.”

“Orange juice coming right up.”

She stepped away from him and went to the fridge, “Chris, what are we gonna do about your couch?”

“We have to go to get a new one. That one is ruined.”

Robyn giggled, “do you have any time to go furniture shopping?”

“We can pick up the girls and go today. I need to start looking regardless.”

“Why?”

“Did you forget that my bedroom has been completely emptied? I have to get paint colors, furniture, and accessories.”

“Do you have a theme picked out?”

“Yea.”

“What is it?”

“Whatever Robyn wants.”

She scoffed as she grabbed the orange juice and set it on the table, “that’s not a theme and this is not my house.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re my girl. I want our bedroom to reflect that.”

“What? You gonna change your bedroom for every girlfriend you get?”

“Considering you’re gonna be my last girlfriend. That won’t be necessary.”

“Last girlfriend? I know you don’t mean what I think you do.”

“I mean exactly what you think I do. I’m not dating you just to be dating you, this is going somewhere permanent.”

“According to whom?”

“Me.  You. Robyn, I know you and you aren’t dealing with me for fun. If that was the case, we would’ve fucked a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t mean I want it to be permanent. I don’t know if I ever wanna be married again.”

“I don’t know isn’t definite so the possibility is there and you’ve thought about it. You wouldn’t be putting up with me if you hadn’t.”

“We’re just getting on even footing and you wanna talk about marriage. You’ve barely been divorced.”

“I wasn’t aware there was a timeline.”

“There is for me. I have no interest in playing musical marriages.”

“I don’t either. I know our experience with my past wasn’t all that great but you gotta give me more credit than that.”

“You move on quick, Chris.”

“If I know what I want, what exactly am I waiting for?”

“You know what you want in the moment. How am I to know you won’t get tired and move on from me?”

“You could just as easily get tired and move on from me too. This goes both ways.”

“Not as much as you think.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.”

“Robyn.”

“What? I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m not being facetious, I promise.”

Chris’s brow went up as Robyn sat down in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Baby?”

“Chris, there’s nothing else to talk about. So what are we doing today? Going furniture shopping?”

“If you’re up for it.”

“I don’t really care. You the one need a new couch.”

“Then we’re going furniture shopping.”

“Cool, you eat. I need to get dressed.”

Robyn got up and walked out the kitchen. Chris sat back in his chair and ran his hands down his face.

“Definitely could’ve found better timing for that,” he murmured to himself.

                                            ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mommy!” Erin and Erica yelled as they ran towards the car as Robyn climbed out of it. They both hugged her tightly and Robyn kissed their foreheads, “I missed you two.”

“Mommy, why do you smell like Daddy?” Erin asked.

Robyn turned as she heard Chris snicker as he tried to hold in his laugh. She mouthed “fuck you” at him as he moved to stand beside her.

“Mommy used some of Daddy’s body wash this morning. Remember I stayed over his house last night because we were coming to get you this morning.”

“Oh yea. You should get some of your stuff and bring it to Daddy’s house for when you stay over like me and Erica did.”

“Nah, it’s not like it’ll happen too often.”

“Oh.”

Robyn glossed over Erin’s disappointing tone, “did you have fun with your grandma?”

“Yes. She made us cupcakes and she let us decorate them.”

“That’s great.”

“So what we doing today?”

“Well your dad needs to go shopping and thought it’d be good to make it a family trip.”

“Ooh Daddy, can we get stuff for our rooms at your house?”

“Sure,” Chris replied, “I think we can pick up a few things.”

“Yes!” Erin and Erica said simultaneously.

Erin grabbed Robyn’s hand as Erica grabbed Chris’s, “let’s go say bye to grandma so we can go. Can we go clothes shopping too?”

Chris shrugged, “I don’t know, depends on if we have enough time. It’s a Sunday so you do have to be home in time to get ready for bed and school tomorrow.”

“Ok Daddy.”

Robyn felt anxious and she knew it was because of their conversation earlier. She had played it off like it was nothing but it was really starting to weigh on her mind. Chris clearly didn’t understand the depth of her feelings. Get tired of him and move on? There would be nothing for her to move on to. She fell in love with him the moment she met him and not much had been able to get rid of those feelings. She loved Michael but it was never in the way she loved Chris. She had no interest in trying again if whatever this was with Chris didn’t work out. She had pushed her luck and got lucky with Michael but she had no hope in that happening again. Moving on with Michael had been easy, Chris had Tiana, he had no connection to her kids, she could pretend out of sight, out of mind but now that would never be possible. He was an active parent so no matter how this worked out, he’d always be around. She couldn’t feign indifference with him anymore, they had already crossed the line from one night stand to full-blown relationship. One night stands were easy, you could dismiss the feelings and just call it sex but relationships weren’t. Relationships require investment and commitment, there’s no easy way to just move on from that. She’d never tell him that she was still nervous about him. She wasn’t insecure about her place in his life, just how long she would have a place. She’s new to him again but once he learns the older her, the adult her, what’s to say the comfort won’t set in and he loses interest?

She looked at his profile as he drove to their next destination. She took in as much of his face as she could before he caught her staring. If Chris thought he was easily forgotten, he was more clueless than she thought.

They pulled into the parking lot of shopping plaza and Chris parked in front of a La Z Boy showroom. Robyn looked out the passenger window and saw the plaza pretty much contained every type of home goods, furniture store you could think of.

“How’d you find this place?” Robyn asked.

“When I was originally furnishing my house when I first moved back, I asked around and someone told me about this place. It made stuff a lot easier than I anticipated.”

“It should’ve. Everything you would need to furnish any place is within walking distance.”

“It is. You’ve never been here?”

“No, I think it was built after I moved to Dallas.”

“Oh.”

Chris turned off the ignition and took out of the keys, “you ok?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m fine. You seem a little distracted.”

“Just thinking. You got a real theme yet?”

“Nah, I’ll know what I want when I see it.”

“Ok. Let’s do it.”

Chris got out and helped the girls out of the backseat before meeting Robyn outside the passenger door, “I was gonna come around and help you out.”

“No need.”

“You always fussing at me about not opening your door and now there’s no need.”

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“I’d appreciate you letting me help you.”

“Want me to get back in the car?”

Chris rolled his eyes, “No.”

Robyn chuckled, “you so sensitive.”

They started walking towards La Z Boy and Chris moved to walk beside her and grabbed her hand. Robyn looked over at him and he winked at her before moving to whisper in her ear, “don’t think I don’t notice that something’s wrong with you. We’ll talk when we don’t have an audience.”

“Chris, we don’t-“ he leaned over and kissed her lips, “don’t wanna hear it.”

He let her hand go as he moved to open the door of the store. Robyn and the twins walked inside with him following behind.

“Daddy, you gotta get a bed big enough for all of us,” Erica said.

“I do?”

“Yea. That way when Mommy sleeps over, we can all fit.”

“You do know y’all will not be sleeping with us all the time. You are way too big for that.”

“But occasionally, right?”

Chris grabbed Erica into a playful hug and kissed her temple, “you and your sister are too much.”

“Nuh uh, too much would be if we asked you to get Mommy a bigger bed too.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Robyn interjected, “you will definitely not be in my bed enough to justify getting a new one.”

“I could get one though, it was a little cramped last time,” Chris replied.

“I don’t need a new one. My bed is the perfect size for me and maybe one other person. That is good enough.”

“We could get a California King.”

“Who is we? We don’t live together.”

“You could,” Erin interjected.

Robyn’s brow went up at her daughter, who moved to hide behind Chris, “Sorry Mommy.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“How about you girls go look for some accessories while me and your mommy try and find a suitable bed?” Chris suggested.

Erin and Erica both left to walk to the other side of the showroom. Chris turned to Robyn, “you didn’t have to do her like that.”

“She shouldn’t have interjected into a conversation that I didn’t invite her to. She knows better.”

“Alright, you don’t have to get hostile with me.”

“I’m not being hostile. I give them little liberties by being honest and transparent with them in an appropriate manner but they’re still kids.”

“I know but you know she didn’t mean to be disrespectful, she just got excited.”

“I don’t know what for? We aren’t living together.”

“I get that but you can’t be surprised that they are thinking about it”

“I’m not but that doesn’t mean I have to indulge their thoughts. None of us should be getting that far ahead of ourselves.”

“Ahead of ourselves? Robyn, we had sex.”

“Ok and what’s your point?”

“Woooow.”

“I explained to you what last night was, no more and no less. It did not segue into us shacking up or anything like and I do not want to give our children that impression.  We are in a serious relationship. We are exclusive. We are not getting married or living together. I would like for us to be on the same page with this.”

“We are on the same page but you keep treating it like a crime to be thinking ahead.”

“It’s not a crime but it isn’t helpful for anyone to be getting their hopes up especially not knowing where this is going to go. Look, if y’all wanna discuss your plans and dreams, do that but leave me out of it. I’ve had enough of getting my hopes up just for shit to go left.”

“Baby, what-“

“Chris, I do not want to talk about this right now. We need to find you a bed.”

Robyn started to walk away when Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him, “you are not getting out of this conversation that easy especially not after what you just said.”

Chris gently cupped the side of her face and smoothed his hand across her cheek, “Robyn, look at me.”

She looked up, “Chris please, not now.”

“If not now, you’ll never speak on it. What do you need from me to convince you that I’m not going anywhere?”

“I’m not worried about that. We have children. We have mutual friends. You will always be around. But that doesn’t mean that you’ll always be around in the capacity in which I want and need you to be. I have a lot of faith in you because I love you but I won’t pretend that this can’t go just like it did before. I’m working on moving past the past but the doubt still lingers. A few weeks of consistency cannot overshadow years of the opposite. The only way I can give you a serious chance is to stop hoping you are my dream man and just let everything play out and see that you are. I can deal with a lot of things when it comes to you but disappointment is not one of them,” Robyn paused to take a breath as she stepped back from Chris, “I’m gonna go find the girls and help them. I think that four poster Mahogany bed in California King Size would be good for you though.”

She walked off.

                                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The girls talked enthusiastically about all the stuff they had picked out for their room in the backseat of the car, not noticing the deafening silence in the front. Robyn had her head pressed against the passenger window, staring at the passing cars as Chris drove. Chris concentrated on the road as his mind tried to make sense of their talk in the furniture store. Apparently his playboy antics over the years had done way more damage than he realized. He also clearly had more work that he needed to do. He pulled off the exit that led back to his house and in a few minutes, they were sitting in his driveway. He turned to the girls and handed them his house keys, “you go inside, we’ll bring the bags in for you.”

“Daddy, can we have some candy? Erin asked.

“There’s some fruit snacks in the pantry. Do not eat the whole box, please.”

They grabbed his keys and climbed out of the car to go inside the house. Chris waited until the doors were closed before he turned off the ignition and turned in his seat to face Robyn.

Robyn knew he was looking at her and figured that he would have something to say after her whole speech in the furniture store but she really didn’t want to address that. She already said more than she intended to and was embarrassed about it. She tried to ignore him but it was hard feeling his stare on her face.

Chris reached over and grabbed her hand, “Robyn, I’m not gonna let you out this car until we talk so you can stop pretending that you don’t feel me staring at you.”

Robyn sighed and turned to face him, “Yes Christopher?”

“I’m really not feeling this whole silent treatment thing.”

“I’m not giving you the silent treatment, I just don’t have anything else to say.”

“For some reason, I don’t believe that but I also think you think you said too much.”

“Because I did. You didn’t need to know any of that.”

“I needed to know everything that you said because clearly I’m not working hard enough to make you feel comfortable. I never wanted to affect your ability to hope. I feel like my antics might have killed your spirit a bit.”

“My faith in you, not my spirit.”

“That’s even worse.”

“Chris, honestly, it is what it is at this point. I want to give you a fair chance and like I said that can only happen with me being realistic and living in the moment. Allowing myself to look ahead never works out well for me.”

“Not even to tomorrow.”

“The last time I kept some faith in tomorrow, I woke up by myself with a hangover. The time before that I looked up to see you kissing on some girl in the hallway, the day after I told you I was in love with you. The time before that I woke up to a butt dial voicemail of you fucking some girl in your mother’s house. Please excuse me for not having too much faith in there being a better tomorrow. My tomorrows with you in the past have always left me a bit fucked up.”

“That was your phone when I was with Jasmine? Robyn, why didn’t-“

“What was I supposed to say? I wasn’t your girlfriend. I had no reason to be upset besides the fact it was a little disrespectful but it was also an accident and I knew that.”

“That’s beside the point. I would never want you to be a part of something like that nor would I ever want to be the person to do that to you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Chris, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I know we’re still building trust but you have got to talk to me about things like this. You can say it’s in the past but if it’s affecting how you feel about me now, it’s relevant and needs to be dealt with. I can’t change the things that have happened but I can try and make amends and that’s only if you talk to me about it. I know in the past I’ve had my moments but I would never have intentionally hurt you.”

“I know and that’s the only reason why I stayed your friend.”

“You going to work tomorrow?”

“Just in the afternoon for a conference call.”

“You wanna go to see my therapist with me?”

“Chris, I don’t need-“

“That is not what I asked you. I asked you do you want to go see my therapist with me.”

“For what reason?”

“I think we need to talk and we need an objective third party to talk to. I am not asking you to check yourself into a whole mental evaluation, I just think this would be better to get everything out in the open. I know how you are and there’s a lot more that you aren’t telling me because you think it isn’t relevant until something happens that shows you that is. I don’t want you holding back to spare my feelings, apparently, I haven’t been that great at sparing yours.”

“Chris, this isn’t an eye for an eye type of thing.”

“No but it is an, I want to make this right type of thing. I took advantage of your friendship, your time and your love and as much as I would love to give it back to you, I can’t but this is the next best thing. I don’t want you being afraid of tomorrow because of what I did to you. Even if you decide this relationship isn’t working out, I don’t want to leave you with a bad taste in your mouth because of the shit I did. It’s not fair to you or anyone else you may end up with.”

“There is no one else for me to end up with. I got lucky with Michael after what happened between me and you but I’m not looking to push my luck any further. I’m giving this a chance because I don’t want to have any regrets but if it doesn’t work out, I’m done for good.”

“Robyn, you don’t deserve to be alone.”

“I deserve to be at peace and my solitude has been the one place that I could consistently get it.”

“I want you to be happy, Baby.”

“I am and I’ll do everything in my power to remain that way but that doesn’t mean I have to be in a relationship for that to be the case. I owe it to myself to see how this ends but I am not bothered about being alone if it doesn’t work out like we want.”

Chris sighed, “you are complicated.”

Robyn chuckled, “and that’s part of the reason why you love me.”

“It is. We’re gonna get there.”

“Where is there?”

“A place where I can tell you I wanna marry you and not get chewed out for it.”

“Your level of hope is inspiring but we’ll see.”

“You love being difficult.”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On how you plan to make me un-difficult.”

“Uh uh, you can’t do that now. Not when our kids are home.”

Robyn giggled, “I was just saying.”

“I can take them back to my mother’s house if-“ Robyn waved away his comment, “Chris, we will go into this house, put our daughters to bed then go to sleep like regular, non-sex having adults.”

“Ugh….but I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t have really have a choice, VA. We are not the silent type”

“We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“Why?”

“Because now I wanna do it again.”

“I know but we have to learn control. Especially you. You too used to getting what you want all the time. You need to learn patience.”

“I am very patient but you started this.”

“And when we hit the right time, I’ll finish it but for now, keep it in your pants.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “alright, you can get out my car now. You being mean to me.”

Robyn laughed, “so sensitive.”

“I don’t like you.”

“You’ll get over it. I’ll make sure of that.”

Chris raised his brow at her and Robyn tilted her head in challenge, “come here.”

Robyn leaned in and Chris gently gripped the back of her hair, “you like testing me.”

“I love it but not tonight. Give me my kiss so we can go inside.”

“I should make you wait.”

“That’s a dangerous game that you do not want to play with me. Trust me.”

Chris felt her hand on his thigh and looked at her with a glare, “stop it.”

“Then you stop it.”

“Make me.”

Robyn leaned back from him causing his hand to slip from her hair, “you almost got me because I was about to too.”

Chris laughed, “I am pretty persuasive.”

“You are. You know I like being aggressive too. You played that well.”

Chris smiled before he leaned over and kissed her, “I love you.”

“I know.”

“And I’m sorry.”

“I know. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

“Are you coming with me to the therapist?”

“No, but I am willing to have an in-depth conversation with you and really put all of it on the table.”

“I appreciate that.”

“I appreciate you trying.”

“You deserve it.”

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No More McDonalds for You

@forduary Sorry this is so late, I kinda completely changed my idea half-way through, and I’ve been busy with work. Anyway, here’s my last entry for Forduary this year. Now I can get back to focusing on the SpiderStan AU!

(Content warning: This fic is about getting food poisoning and all the gross stuff that comes with that. You have been warned)

It all started one fine day when they stopped in a port on a small island off the coast of Canada. As usual, Ford bought himself whatever sounded the most interesting from whatever weird street vendor or hole-in-the-wall eatery he could find. But Stan spotted a McDonalds and, deciding he missed good old American fast food, ordered himself a Big Mac and one of those breakfast sandwich things, just because he could. After their meal Stan challenged his brother to a burping contest and won by a landslide. And if Stan’s burps were accompanied by a little indigestion, well, that was just the price you paid for a good cheap burger sometimes.

The following morning Stan made Stancakes for breakfast, but he didn’t seem interested in finishing his. He claimed he was still full after his burger last night, and used his leftovers as bait for his fishing hook.

Throughout the day Stan continued to burp loudly and frequently, as well as pass gas just as often. At first, Ford thought his brother was purposely being as obnoxious as possible, probably as revenge after Ford outed his cheating at poker a few days ago. But come lunch time, Stan didn’t eat a single one of the fish he’d caught, and for dinner all he had was a bowl of rice and a thin mint. The old researcher  also noticed that Stan was drinking a lot more water than usual. Perhaps his brother was finally taking his hydration seriously. Or perhaps he wasn’t feeling well.

“Something you eat not agree with you?” Ford asked that evening.

“Uh, nah, just heartbu-URP!” Stan’s rationalization was cut off by another enormous belch. “I meant to do that.”

“Uh-huh. And you’re not sitting like that because your stomach’s upset?”

“I always slouch like this!”

“You’re slouching much more than you normally do, your stomach is completely horizontal!”

Stan sat up a little straighter, then burped again. Ford stared cooly at him. The old con man avoided making eye contact by taking another long drink from his water bottle.

“No more McDonalds for you.”

“Oh come on!” Stan complained, followed by a violent fit of sneezing.

Ford raised an eyebrow in concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine!” Stan insisted. “I just got some heartburn and a bit of a headache. I just stayed up too late last night.”

Frowning, Ford reached out a hand to feel his brother’s forehead. Stan swatted him away.

“I don’t have a fever, poindexter!”

“Well at least take something for your stomach and go to bed early.” Ford turned to their medicine cabinet and pulled out some pills he’d picked up on an alternate earth. “Here, it’s five times more effective than Pepto Bismol.”

Stan rolled his eyes but took the pills and went to bed without further complaint.

That was when Ford knew his brother was really sick.

Despite the pills, Stan got up several times to use the bathroom that night. He didn’t throw up, but each time he really felt like he wanted to. Each time, Ford stood at the bathroom door, ready to help if he was needed. Eventually they both feel asleep for real; Stan slept in until noon. He finally awoke to see his brother had opened one of their last cans of chicken-noodle soup.

“Here,” The old researcher offered, “I figured you might be tired of fish.”

Stan just groaned and pulled his head under the blankets like a turtle. “Don’t wanna eat.”

“That’s fine. I can reheat it for you when you feel up to eating again.” Ford set the bowl down on the nearest table. “Can I take your temperature now?”

Stan really didn’t have the energy to protest, but he wasn’t gonna cooperate either. So he just continued to lay in his hammock. Ford sighed, peeled the blankets back, and held the back of his hand to his brother’s forehead.

“No fever.” He tisked. “But that isn’t really a sign of anything. Open your mouth please.”

Stan opened his mouth wide and Ford stuck a swab into his cheek. As his mouth reached its widest point, Stan suddenly sneezed again, spitting the swab out in the process. Ford looked down at his snot-covered hand, grabbed another swab, and used it to wipe off the mess.

“I suppose that works too.” He stuck the swabs into separate tubes and stood. “I’m just going to run some tests on these at my work station, I promise I’ll be nearby if you need anything. Oh, and let me know the next time you need to use the bathroom, I want to take a stool sample.”

Stan gave a disgusted groan.

“I just want to know what’s making you sick! I’m worried about you! If whatever this is hasn’t run its course yet, it could be serious.”

“Jus’ a cheap burger” Stan moaned.

“Yes, well, depending on the species of bacteria in said cheap burger, you could be dealing with a serious gastrointestinal infection. And the best way to determine exactly what kind of infection you have is with a stool sample.”

“Nuh-uh” The old con man shook his head weakly. “I can ride it out. Done it before.”

This particular protest sparked a train of thought in Ford’s mind. Of course Stan wasn’t used to being taken care of when he was ill, he’d been on his own for the past forty-something years. Ford could certainly relate. He could count on one hand the times he’d been taken care of while he was sick or injured beyond the portal, and a few of those times had been because he was considered property. If Stan had been anything like him, he likely hadn’t ever had anyone to help or look after him with a “minor” sickness like food poisoning. But things were different now. They could look after each other. Perhaps Stan’s resistance was a matter of pride.

“Stanley, I know you’ve had to take care of yourself for a long time. I’ve been in similar circumstances. But you’re not alone anymore. Please, let me help you.”

Stan shifted in his hammock and looked directly at his brother. “I know I’m not alone.” He said solemnly, taking his brother’s hand in his own and squeezing it. “You just being here helps more than any medicine.”

Ford squeezed his hand back. “I’m glad my mere presence comforts you, but that really isn’t enough to eliminate a bacterial infection.”

Stan took on a more joking tone. “Alright, fine. Swab my mouth, take my temperature, stick me with all the needles you got, but don’t ask me for a stool sample. That’s too gross, even for me.”

“Oh for the love of… Stan, it’s the easiest and most straightforward way to determine exactly what’s making you sick!”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean, nope? Would you rather I pump your stomach?”

“Maybe.”

“No you don’t.” Ford answered for him, “It’s like torture.”

“Why can’t you just use the spit and snot you just got?”

“While those are perfectly good for determining the microbial culture of your mouth or nose, that’s not the source of your illness.”

Stan squirmed in his hammock, making a series of disgusted faces. “You’re just gonna keep pestering me until you get it, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

Stan gave one last overdramatic moan and rolled himself out of the hammock.

“You don’t have to do it right now!” Ford protested.

“Let’s get this over with.” The old con man slowly trudged his way to the bathroom. “You got a cup or something you want me to crap in?”

“I have a biohazard bag that should suffice.” The old researcher dashed back to his lab, deposited the samples he’d already collected, and grabbed the bag in question. When he came back, Stan was leaning tiredly against the doorframe to the bathroom. He took the bag without comment and slammed the door.

A minute later, the door opened a crack, and Stan shoved the now full bag into his brother’s waiting hands.

“Here, do your gross experiments.”

“This is for your own good!” Ford reminded his brother as the door slammed shut again.

“You’re a sick man, Stanford!”

“You’re going to thank me later when I develop a targeted antibiotic that cures you within a few hours!”

“I’m going to shower for a few hours. It’s gonna take me that long to feel clean again.”

Ford rolled his eyes and brought the stool sample back to his lab. First he put on a mask and gloves, opened the bag, and swabbed a bit of fecal matter into a waiting tube. This tube, along with the ones containing the saliva and mucus samples, went into an incubator of his own design. He’d been using it to observe the growth of anomalous microbes; the sort of glowing moss and algae that tended to grow around magical places. Hopefully it would also serve to grow a culture of bacteria from Stan’s body and help Ford isolate exactly what was making his brother sick.

He could hear Stan starting up the shower as he waited for the incubator. He had to shake his head. His brother had no problem reaching into a seabear’s mouth or punching a kraken in the eye, but apparently anything to do with his own bodily waste was going too far. Oh well. Stan had cooperated in the end, and now the sample was being analysed.

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Stan had exaggerated his time in the shower. He’d certainly felt like he wanted to spend a few hours in there, especially when the hot water first hit him. It felt great. But he knew the hot water wouldn’t last. He had twenty minutes, tops. At first he fully intended to use every second of that twenty minutes, but he was still pretty sick, and soon he felt like he couldn’t stand any longer. He sat down with a thump on the floor of the shower stall and just enjoyed the hot water raining down for a moment before remembering that it wasn’t going to stay hot for long. The old con man quickly finished washing up, climbed out of the shower, dried off with a hot towel, and changed into some warm pajamas. He was practically asleep on his feet as he climbed back into his hammock and tried to get comfortable despite his churning stomach.

It felt like just a few seconds later when Ford gently shook him awake.

“Here, I’ve developed an antibiotic.” Ford offered him a couple of medium-sized capsule.

“Already?” Stan grunted. “How long was I out?”

“Six hours, I think. Not that I was timing you.”

The old con man took the pills with a glass of water, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Ford smiled and climbed into his own hammock. It’d been a long day. Hopefully, Stan would be all better by morning.

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Five Times a Story was in Logan’s POV and the One Time it Wasn’t

The other five stories: Logan is Berry Done, A Complex Solution, Star Wars Always Helps, Anything For You, Love Story

Words: 1920 Desc: Cold season is fast approaching. The twins manage to not catch anything, Patton isn’t around enough humans to breathe their same air, and then there’s Logan. He’s having a pretty bad time. TW: None

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The front door had a consistency of getting stuck. Not that it mattered or anything -- it just got on Patton’s nerves. It could open fine but closing it was the problem. It would get stuck on the frame as if they weren’t made for each other in the first place. He’d have to press his whole body against it in order to get it to fit. But somehow, Logan always had a way to close it without that issue. So when Patton got home and the door did its thing, he instinctively turned to where Logan should have been.

Upon seeing that he wasn’t there, Patton let out a little huff. “Logan?” He called out. “Can you help me with the door?” He didn’t want to deal with it if he didn’t have to. Though when he received no response, he frowned and shoved the door closed. It made the frame shudder.

Patton locked it and dropped his keys into the little basket that sat on the stand by the door. “Hey, kids?”

After a second or two Roman appeared at the doorway to the living room.

“I didn’t realize ‘kids’ meant only one of you.” Patton put his hands on his hips.

Roman shrugged. “We didn’t wanna get up and then I lost rock-paper-scissors. So here I am.”

Patton couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I just wanted to ask if your dad’s home.”

“He’s in his office.”

Patton frowned for a second but turned it into a smile for Roman. “Thanks, kiddo. You can go back now.” Then he remembered he was a responsible parent. “You two better be doing your homework.”

He received half-hearted affirmations from both twins. They all knew Patton wasn’t the one they should be worried about when it came to not doing homework.

With that out of the way, Patton walked to Logan’s office -- well -- “office”. It was really just the third bedroom. They turned it into a mini office since the twins stayed in the same room for the time being. Whenever they decided they wanted their own rooms then the office would cease to exist.

The door wasn’t closed all the way. Patton knocked on it as he pushed it open. “Logan?” He paused at the doorway.

Logan was asleep at his desk. His papers were skewed about the desktop and his glasses were pushed awkwardly against his face. Honestly, this wasn’t even the messiest Patton had seen this place, but somehow it managed to look chaotic.

Patton walked up to his sleeping husband and knocked on the desk. “Logan.” He waited a moment or two before knocking again. “Wake up, Logan.”

That succeeded in causing Logan to push his face further into his arms as if trying to get away from the noise.

Patton hesitated. He knew Logan had a great dislike for being touched without seeing who was doing it. He may not have known the reason but he respected it. Though… maybe this one time wouldn’t hurt?

He made sure to be as gentle as possible when he put his hand on Logan’s shoulder and shook it. “C’mon, sweetie, time to wake up.”

Logan shot up and Patton withdrew his hand, muttering an apology. Logan groaned. “Turn off the light,” he grumbled and pressed his fingers to his temples.

“Uh. Logan, that’s the sun.” Patton furrowed his brows.

“What?” Logan dropped his hands. “What time is it?” He lifted and moved around random papers. It didn’t seem he found what he was looking for because he fell back against his chair with a pout. “I lost my phone.”

Patton frowned. “It’s right here.” He picked up the phone resting at the corner.

Logan squinted at it despite the fact he still had on his glasses. “I don’t remember putting that there.”

Patton’s frown deepened. “Are you feeling okay?” He put the phone in his pocket. Giving it to Logan might have been a bad idea.

“I feel… not… good.”

That wasn’t the most eloquent Logan had ever been, but at least it got the point across. “Let me see.” Patton pressed his hand against Logan’s forehead. As soon as their skin touched, the answer was obvious. “Honey, you’re burning up.”

Logan frowned a bit. “I don't like what that entails.”

Patton retracted his hand. “Logan --”

“Don't say it.”

“ -- you're sick.”

Logan groaned and placed his forehead on the desk. “You said it.”

“Well, it's true.” Patton leaned against the desk. “And I'm going to guess it's worse than a cold.”

Logan groaned again, louder this time.

Patton knew how much Logan hated being sick. It didn't leave much room for productivity. He was so concerned about not getting sick that it was almost an obsession; he made it a mission. There were so few times that he actually got sick that Patton didn't remember what it was like. Another mystery that he let Logan keep to himself.

“Sorry, bumblebee, but you gotta get some rest.”

“But I’m working,” Logan whined. Something he hardly ever did, but it amused Patton a bit. He sounded like a little kid.

Patton swallowed his amusement for a moment. He needed to focus. “Really? When I came in it kinda looked like you were sleeping.” He gave an innocent smile.

Logan glowered at him -- well -- what Patton assumed was supposed to be a glower. It looked more like a grumpy pout. How cute.

“I’m just telling you the truth.” Patton shrugged. All silliness aside, he had to get Logan into bed before he got even worse. He might even give him some NyQuil so he can stay there. “Now come on, you need some sleep.” He held out his hand.

“Let me finish…” Logan trailed off as he stared at the desk with a perplexed expression. He once again lifted up and moved around papers only to come to a similar conclusion as last time. “... I seem to have misplaced the paper I was working on.”

Patton hummed. That was as good a sign as any. “Alright. Time to go to bed.” He grabbed Logan’s hands and pulled him to his feet.

On the way to the bedroom, Logan continued to whine but didn’t protest further. Patton was glad for that. He could deal with a sick, whiny Logan. He didn’t know if he could deal with a sick, stubborn Logan. He’d imagine that would be a lot worse.

“I can handle myself, you know,” Logan mentioned as Patton insisted on tucking him into bed.

Patton stopped to give him a look. “Says the guy who fell asleep on his desk and then lost two separate things.” He smiled a bit at Logan’s flustered expression. “It’s alright to have someone help you out every once in a while. You’re allowed to take breaks.”

“That’s not a mentality I’m used to,” Logan mumbled into the blankets.

Patton figured if he was feeling better then he might not have been so honest. Logan had a tendency to hide when things were not so optimal. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he had grown up in a position where he would have to. Sure, he lost his mother at a young age, but that didn’t necessarily correlate. Did it…?

Ah, well, not the time to psychoanalyze.

“We’ll work on that.” Patton booped his nose. “But now you have the whole weekend to stay in bed and do nothing but get better.”

“You’re not actually going to expect me to do that the whole time are you?” Despite the clearly sick haze, Logan still managed to appear unamused.

Patton leaned over to slip off his glasses. “I think that’s going to happen whether you want it to or not.” He set them down on top of the latest book Logan was reading. “You seem pretty sick, bumblebee.”

Logan huffed and slid down further into the blankets. Only his eyes could be seen now. “M’fine.”

“Right. I’ll be back.” Patton stood up. Before leaving the room all the way he turned back around and pointed at Logan. “Don’t move from that spot. I’ll have to come after you if you do.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

Patton walked to the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. The twins were in there. Virgil stood on a step stool to monitor a pot on the oven and Roman stood on his tip-toes to try to see from Virgil’s viewpoint. Now, this shouldn’t be such a bad thing; they were almost eleven, after all. But Patton knew his sons well. They weren’t the most coordinated. So it was safe to say this made him a little nervous.

“What are you boys up to?” He peeked over their heads. The pot contained chicken noodle soup. How they managed the can opener, Patton didn’t want to know.

“We heard that Daddy’s sick,” Roman answered. “So we decided to make him something to feel better.” He smiled up at Patton.

“It was Roman’s idea,” Virgil continued, eyes trained down into the pot. “But I did all the work.”

Roman pouted at him. “Nuh-uh. I helped.”

“Well, I’m sure he’s going to appreciate both of you making this for him.” Patton decided to say something before the two got into an argument. No arguments needed to be had in front of a hot stove. “When it’s ready I’ll help you pour it out.”

Once the soup had been completed, Patton set it off to the side. The twins still buzzed around, wanting to help in any way they could, but Patton asked them to wait. He still had to get Logan some medicine -- and water while he was at it.

Both the twins made disgusted reactions when the medicine cabinet was opened. To them, all the grody stuff lived in there. Patton laughed and told them that it wouldn’t be for them. He did, however, make one of them hold the little cup after the medicine had been poured in it. They did rock-paper-scissors with Roman being the loser. He ended up holding it. That meant Virgil got to hold the glass of water while Patton got the soup. Teamwork.

Patton led them down the hall, warning them not to spill anything.

When they got there Logan was curled under the blankets and fast asleep. As much as Patton would have loved to leave him there, he had to eat. He set the soup down on the nightstand and the twins followed suit with their respective items.

“Logan,” Patton muttered. He sat on the edge of the bed. “You have to wake up.”

The bed shook.

Patton looked over to see Virgil sitting with his legs crossed, but Roman seemed to have fallen on top.

“Oops,” he whispered.

Virgil covered his mouth to stifle his tiny giggles.

That was enough to wake Logan up, though. He blinked his eyes open and looked more confused than anything else. “What’s going on?” His voice was thick with grogginess and the beginnings of congestion.

“Surprise,” Patton said, making sure to keep his voice low. “Roman and Virgil joined the party.”

“We made you soup,” Roman declared a bit louder than he probably should have. He crawled to be in a similar position to Virgil.

“They wanted to make you feel better.” Patton smiled.

Logan sat up and gave them a sleepy smile of his own. “Thank you both.” He turned to Patton. “I think you were right about that staying in bed thing.”

Of course, he was. And if he wasn’t, Logan wouldn’t have had a choice anyway.

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Surprise Visit (Part 2)

Originally posted on @tinishiante here.

Rating: Explicit Category: M/F/M/M Fandom: Supernatural RPF Relationship: Reader/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Misha Collins Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins Additional Tags: Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jensen, Omega!Jared, Omega!Misha, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Word Count: 3811 Summary: The reader goes into heat and all of her mates want some of her. Reader’s PoV

Surprise Visit Series Masterlist ~ Part 1 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Masterlist

You wake up to an empty bed. You jerk up thinking what happened was a dream, but the ache between your legs told you it wasn't. But that brings up a question: Where are your mates? You look around for a note, but there isn't one. You start to feel a little irritated and alone because they didn't tell you they were leaving. But before those feelings got too strong, Jared walks in. "Hey, you're awake. You okay?" Jared asks. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine." You reply. Jared scoops you into his arms and holds you. He kisses you softly then buries his head in your neck. "'M sorry. Should have waited until you woke up to go to the bathroom," Jared explains. "It's okay. You're here now. Where are Jensen and Misha?" You ask. "They went to get some food, among other things." Jared answers. "Okay." You say as you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jared puts you on the bed, lays down, and puts you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat again while Jared just holds you. "I missed you, Y/N. I love you so much. You are so good for your mates and Alpha." Jared praises, lovingly. "I missed you too, Jared. I love you so much. You are an amazing Omega for your mates and Alpha, as well." You reply. You fall back to sleep on Jared's chest, to the sound of his heartbeat. ~~~~~~~ 10 minutes later ~~~~~~~ "Jared, is Y/N awake?" Jensen sends through the bond to Jared. "She was, but she just fell back asleep. Are you almost back?" Jared answers, looking down at your sleeping face. "No. I will let you know when we are a couple of minutes out. You can wake her up then. Okay?" Jensen responds looking for Misha, finding him surrounded by fans. "Okay, Alpha." Jensen laughs through the bond so he isn't noticed, but still chuckles on the outside. "What is so funny?" Jared asks, smiling. "Misha was recognized and is surrounded by fans." Jensen says, still laughing. "Hey guys, guess what? Jensen is just around that corner!" Misha tells the fans. "Oh shit! Fuck! Why Misha?! Why?! You are such an asshole! You'll pay for this!" Jensen yells at Misha and Jared. Misha is cracking up. "What happened?" Jared asks. "I- haha- I told the fans- hahahaha- that Jensen is around the corner," Misha explains still laughing, "Dude! They are so loud! *Laughs* One of them just said 'Holy Zachary Quinto's eyebrows! It is him! My ovaries are dying! I need Jesus blood!' Oh my god!" Jared laughs, cracking up. Even Jensen is cracking up because of what that girl just said. Misha cracks up even more. "What happened now, Misha?" Jared asks. "A guy just walked past me and said, 'Holy shit! You're even more good looking in person! My boyfriend and I fangirl over you all the time! Can I PLEASE have a picture?!' I take the picture with him and he thanks me. He moves on, sees the swarm of girls, looks to see what the commotion is about, sees Jensen, *laughs* and literally collapses on the ground, saying, 'Oh my god!' I am dying of laughter right now." Misha explains laughing. Jared cracks up, surprised you haven't woken up. "Oh my god! The guy's boyfriend just walked up, saw his boyfriend on the ground, gasped, saw me, screamed, looked at the girls, saw Jensen, screamed AGAIN, and collapses on his boyfriend!" Misha explains, "Now the register guy is looking at all of us like we are insane. His face is priceless." Jared can barely breathe, he is laughing so hard. "The register guy just asked me, 'Are you and him from that show "Supernatural"?' I nod yes. He told me his daughter obsesses over us and asks for a photo and autograph. I take the photo with him and give him the autograph. He then backs up, asks me to go where I was and get in the position I was in, and then takes a picture of the whole scene. I give him my number so he can send it to me. The couple is still on the ground. Hey, the fans are dispersing." Jensen finally sees the couple on the ground, tilts his head, points at them, and asks Misha, "When did this happen?" "A couple of minutes ago." "Is that because of us or do we need to call 911?" "It's because of us. Don't know if we have to call 911 or not." The boys get up. Mark, the one from before, asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph while his boyfriend, Chris, asks Misha for a picture and an autograph. Then the register guy asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph for his daughter, Kaylee. "I hate you, Misha." "I loveth you, Jensen." Misha goes over to Jensen and hugs him. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Let's buy our stuff and go." They buy the food and leave. "Jared, go ahead and wake Y/N." "Okay." Jared nudges your shoulder. "Y/N, wake up. Wake up. Babe." You moan, "Nooooo. I don't wanna. I wanna sleep." "C'mon wake up. Alpha and Misha are going to be here soon." "Then they can sleep with us." "They are bringing food." Your eyes snap open. "I'm up." Jared laughs, "Wow! Just wow, Y/N! You don't wake up for Misha. Not for Alpha. You wake up for food!" "That is because food is life." "Well, it does keep you alive..." "Shut up!" You say, smacking his chest. Jared holds his chest, feigning hurt. "Ow! No hitting!" "Who's hitting who and for what reason?" Jensen says, walking in. "Y/N hit me for no reason!" Jared says, pointing at you while pouting. "Nuh uh! Liar liar, pants on fire! He was being obnoxious!" You argue. "I was not!" "Yeah you were!" "No! I was giving a statement!" "An obnoxious statement!" "You started it! You made me say it!" "I didn't make you say anything! I can't make you say anything! You said it out of your own volition!" "Nice word." Misha compliments. "Shut up, Misha!" Jared says. "Alright! That's enough. Y/N, no hitting," Jensen reprimands. Jared looks triumphant. "That goes for all of you." Jensen adds, once he sees Jared's face. You stick out your tongue at Jared. He does it back. "Guys! Really?! What did I just say?!" Jensen says, surprised that you two are misbehaving. "We aren't arguing or hitting." You argue, still looking at Jared. "It doesn't matter! Don't talk back! You know what I meant! Just stop! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Jensen reprimands. You both look at him with your eyes cast downward. "Stop fighting, okay? I don't care if it is playful or real, don't do it! Got it?" Jensen says, gruffly, adding a growl to his voice so you both know he is serious. "Yes, Alpha." You and Jared say in unison, looking down. "Okay. Jared, say sorry to Misha." Jensen orders. "I'm sorry, Misha. I was caught up in the moment." Jared apologizes. "I forgive you. I know that you didn't mean it." Misha replies. "Thank you. Now, do I have to really get that through your heads or are you both going to stop?" Jensen asks, giving you both the look that says, "you might want to say yes so I don't have to punish you." Though you all acted scared because of that look, you all secretly loved it. "No, Alpha. We'll stop." "Okay, come here." You and Jared sit up and hug Jensen. You three pull apart to the sound of Misha, chuckling. "What's so funny, Misha?" Jensen asks. "Nothing. I'm just happy because I am not the one being reprimanded," Misha explains, chuckling. "Really, Misha? Really? Whatever. Let's go eat." Jensen says, rolling his eyes. Jensen gets up and leaves the room with Misha. You are about to follow them when Jared swoops you into his arms. "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Jared." You say as you nuzzle into his neck. He walks you both into the dining room, sits down with you on his lap, and starts to get his food when Jensen calls his name. "Yes?" "You know that if Y/N is going to sit on someone's lap during meals, it's going to be mine." "Sorry, Alpha." Jared apologizes, lifting you off his lap and putting you in a chair. "It's okay. Y/N, do you want to stay there or sit on my lap?" Jensen asks you. "I'll stay here." You all eat your food in silence. Right after you finish your food, you suddenly double over in pain, holding your stomach, with a yelp. Jensen, Jared, and Misha rush over to you with concerned eyes. "Y/N! What's wrong?!" Jared asks, frantically. Jensen sniffs the air and immediately moans. "God, you smell good. She's in heat. It's a really strong one. *sniffs* Oh fuck." Jensen picks you up and puts his nose in your neck. "Y/N, you, Jared, and Misha are going to be the death of me." "Please, Alpha. Jensen. I need you. I need your knot." You moan and whimper. "I got you, Y/N. I got you," Jensen reassures, walking to your room, "Jared, Misha. Clean up then join us." "Yes, Alpha," Jared and Misha say starting to clean up, wishing they could be with you and smell your sweet scent. Jensen sits you on the bed, takes off your shirt and bra, and stands up. "Alpha." You whimper, reaching out for him. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. Stand up, my beautiful Omega." You stand up and let Jensen take your pants and underwear off. Jensen makes you sit down then takes off his own clothes. You lie back on the bed and Jensen crawls over you. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You can barely keep up and with the heat wracking your body, you can't completely focus, so you just take it. Jensen moves down to your neck and moans loudly. "God, Y/N! I think this will be the one. This heat is so fucking strong and I am going to fuck you so hard, keep you full with my cum. Breed you so much, your body will have no choice to get pregnant. You want to carry my pups, don't you, Y/N? You want to be a good Omega?" "Yes! I want to carry your pups, Alpha! I never want to be empty. Wanna be full with your pups all the time." You moan. "Yes you do." Jensen moves down to your breasts. "You want your breasts to swell so you can feed my pups? Be so full with milk, you'll leak all of the time? Have so much you can feed Jared and Misha? Maybe even me?" Jensen asks, sucking on your nipples. "Can't wait for it." You moan loudly, "Yes! I wanna feed your pups! And Jared and Misha! And you! Oh!" You answer, imagining you with your stomach and breasts swollen, with Jared and Misha sucking on your nipples while Jensen is behind you holding onto your stomach. Jensen moves down to your stomach and kisses it, rubs it, and licks it. "I can't wait for you to be swollen with my pups." Jensen says kissing your stomach. He moves down and smells you. You are soaking wet, dripping slick. "Y/N, you are so wet for me. You want me to lick you and suck on your clit? Jensen asks, kissing your thighs. You hum yes. "I didn't hear you say yes." "Yes! Please, Alpha. Lick me." "There's the answer I was looking for." Jensen says before licking you slowly. You gasp as he pushes his tongue into you. He takes his left hand and touches your anus. "Oh! Jensen! More! Please more, Alpha!" He massages your hole with one hand while the other moves up and rubs your clit. "FUCK!! ALPHA!!" You scream as you cum. Jensen shoves two fingers in your hole, then puts another in while you are cumming, prolonging your orgasm. He moves up your body again, kisses you, and positions himself. Before he can push into you, Jared and Misha come in. They both gasp and groan. The whole room smells like heat and sex. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." Jensen orders gruffly. They do what he said. Jensen pushes into you, not stopping but going slow so you can feel yourself stretch around him. Jensen loves doing that to you, and frankly, so do you. You both groan when he bottoms out. "Y/N, you feel so good," Jensen groans into your neck, "Fuck. I forgot how good you smelled. I could come just from your smell." "Please! Alpha! Move please!" Jensen starts thrusting slow at first. He quickly speeds up like he did last night. Jared gets on your right side and sucks on your nipple while Misha does the same to your other one. "OH! Yes! Please! More! Ohhhh! I'm gonna cum!" You shout. "I'm right there with you. You take me so well, Y/N. Cum with me, Y/N. OH GOD!" Misha started sucking on Jensen's nipple. Jared notices and sucks on Jensen"s other nipple. "Oh! Jared! Misha! Y/N! Cum! Now! AGHHHH!! Y/N!!!!" Jensen shouts as he cums, hard. "Fuck!! JENSEN!! ALPHA!!!! AGHHHH!!!!" You scream as you scream just as loud and cum just as hard. Misha and Jared shout each other's name as they cum. Jensen falls on top of you again, hoping it's okay since you were okay with it last time. The room is filled with sounds of all of your deep breaths. "How long until her next phase, Alpha?" Jared asks. "Probably 2-3 hours. This is a really strong heat," Jensen answers, "Why?" "Just curious." "Just curious? Really?" Jensen asked, knowing what Jared was getting at. "Yeah. Why do you seem so surprised, Alpha?" Jared answered, feigning innocent. "I can see what you are trying to ask, Jared. I know you. I know Misha is curious, too." Jensen says. "Well, since you know. Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, please, please, Alpha." Jared begs. "You know how it works. Rock, Paper, Scissors, you two." Jensen orders. Jared and Misha do Rock, Paper, Scissors and Jared wins. "Yes!" Jared exclaims and his eyes immediately turn to predatory. "Woah, Jared. Hold up. You gotta wait for her next phase. And be quiet. Y/N's sleeping." Jensen reminds, chuckling over how eager Jared is. "Ok." Misha looks sad and is very quiet. "Misha, you okay? Jared asks. "Yeah." "How about this, Y/N rides me, Jared fucks her from behind, and you get to fuck Jared?" Jensen suggests, pointing to Misha. Misha lights up. "Yes please, Alpha." "I'm fine with it." Jared agrees. "Ok. It is going to have to happen quickly, so here's how it is going to go. 30-15 minutes before her next phase, Misha start stretching Jared and I'll stretch Y/N for Jared. Ok?" Jensen explains. Jared's face falls. "Ok, Alpha." Misha agrees. "What's wrong, Jared?" Jensen asks, "You want to stretch Y/N, don't you?" "Yes." "Alright. When the time comes, you can stretch her." Jared gasps, "Really?! Yes! Thank you, Alpha." Jared thanks in a hushed tone. "You're welcome. I know you love doing it. Ok, let's get some rest. I'll wake you when we need to wake up." Jensen says, yawning halfway through it. "I'll do it, Alpha." Misha says. "You sure?" "Yeah." "Okay." Jensen lays his head down and as soon as his head touches your chest, he falls asleep. Jared and Misha chuckle. "Get some sleep, Jared. You're gonna need it." "Shut up." "I love you." "Yeah, yeah. I love you, too." Jared takes about 5 minutes then falls asleep. ~~One hour and 35 minutes later~~ "Jensen. Alpha. Wake up. Wake up. It's time for you to wake up." Misha says, nudging Jensen. "What? What?! Huh? Oh, I'm up. Thank you, Misha. How much time do we have?" Jensen says, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "You're welcome. 20 minutes if the time you said was correct." "Ok. Jared. Jared, wake up." Jensen says, nudging Jared. Jared isn't budging. "I'll wake him up." Misha says with a smug smile. He grabs Jared's cock and strokes it. Jared moans but doesn't completely wake up. Misha moves his hand down and rubs Jared's hole. Jared jerks up and moans. "Oh! More." Jared says. "Wake up now or I'll be stretching Y/N." Jensen threatens. "I'm up. I'm up." Jared says rubbing his eyes. "Here." Misha says, handing Jared a tube of lube. "Thanks. Oh!" Jared moans as Misha pushes a finger into him. Jared opens the lube, squeezes some lube onto his fingers, and pushes one into you. "God, she's tight," Jared moans, wanting to be in you so bad, "Ah! Misha!" Jared crooks his finger up and you squirm. "Don't. Don't actually pleasure her. Just stretch her." Jensen orders, breathily because Jared's hand is rubbing his cock that is still in you. Jared puts another finger in you and quickly adds another. "Misha!" Jared moans and jerks his hand. You squirm and whimper in pleasure. "Jared! Do you need me to do it?" Jensen asked. "No! I got it!" "Jared. It isn't a punishment. I am genuinely asking you. Do you need me to do it?" "If I do something again, you can take over. Ok?" "Ok. Misha, don't completely pleasure Jared. Ok?" Jensen orders. "Ok." Jared adds another finger. "Fist her." Jensen orders. "Ok." Jared says. He turns his hand vertically and then adds his thumb. He makes his hand into a fist. "Oh my god! She is so tight." "Stretch her more. I don't want her to be in pain when her phase starts." Jensen orders. "Ok. Oh!" Jared moans because Misha put a fourth finger in him. "You good?" Jensen asks, "Need me to take over?" "No, I'm good." "Ok. Is she ready? We got 5 minutes or less." "She's good." "Misha, is Jared good?" "He's always good but yes he is." Misha answers. "Ok. When I said '5 minutes or less', I definitely meant less. Her scent is getting stronger. Oh god!" Jensen informs, smelling your neck. His cock immediately going hard as a rock, ready to give you what you need. Jensen pulls out of you. You immediately wake up, reaching for him. "Alpha! Please." You beg, whimpering, needing him in you. "I got you. Hold on. We got a surprise for you." Jensen reassures you. He gets on his back, lifts you on top of him, and positions you above his cock. "You ready, Y/N?" Jensen asks. "Yes!" You moan. "Are you two ready?" Jensen asks. "Yes, Alpha." Jared and Misha reply. "Ok. Let's give our beautiful Omega her surprise." Jensen says. He lowers you down onto his cock. You both groan as he bottoms out. "Fuck. You're still so tight. Jared, now." Jared spreads your cheeks and looks at your stretched out hole before he positions his huge, lubed up cock at your entrance and pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust. "Ohhh," You moan. Even after having his entire fist in your ass, you still stretch around him. "Yes, Jared. Oh god." "Oh god. Y/N! You are so fucking tight." Jared moans. Jared suddenly gasps and you wonder why until you see Misha. You can tell he is pushing into Jared from where he is and the look on both of their faces. Jared and Misha moan loudly. "You liking your surprise yet, Y/N?" Jensen asks with a smug smile on his face. "Yes. I love it. So full, Alpha," You moan. "You'll be fuller soon. With our cum. Then we'll fuck more and put even more cum in you. You'll be so full of cum that your belly will swell. But that swell will be not even comparable to the ones to come when you are full of my pups. You want that, don't you Y/N?" "Yes! I want to be full of your pups, Alpha. I want your cum! Please move!" Misha pulls out of Jared while Jensen lifts you up and Jared pulls out. They push back in and down. "Ah! Oh my god!" You cry out. "Fuck! Yes! More Misha! Y/N!" Jared yells out. They repeat the motion over and over again. You can't do anything but take it so you let Jensen take your weight. Jared and Jensen bury their noses in your neck. "Fuck, you smell so good. My beautiful Omega. You take us so well. How does it feel?" Jensen praises, moaning. "So good, Alpha. I feel so full. Please, I want more. Oh god! Don't stop. I want your knot, Alpha. Please! Claim me! Breed me!" "I'll give you my knot. Oh fuck. I'm not gonna last!" Jensen moans. "Me neither." Jared moans. Between your hot, wet heat and the long, thick cock in his ass, he doesn't stand a chance. He can't stop moaning. "Ah! FUCK!" Misha hit his prostate. Misha hits it on every thrust. "Don't you dare cum, Jared! We all cum together." Jensen says through his teeth. "Don't do that, Alpha. Let it out. We want to hear you." Jared orders. "Ahh! FUCK! Oh god! Y/N! Ah!" Jensen moans. You can barely hear yourself think. Not that that matters considering you can't really think about anything. You are so close. Both Jensen and Jared can sense that you are close from the way you are squeezing around them. "Misha!" "I'm right there with you! Ugh! Jared!" Misha answers, knowing what Jensen was going to say. "Oh! Fuck! Oh god! Cum! Now!" Jensen moans. All of you yell as you cum. All of you can't stop moaning and groaning and panting. Misha lifts Jared out of you and puts him on the bed. The room is full of all of your pants. "Misha, you know what you gotta do," Jensen says, breathlessly. "Ughh," Misha groans as he pulls out of Jared and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you all up with. He cleans all of you up, takes the washcloth into the bathroom, and comes back to lay down. You whimper as Jensen moves a little as it makes his knot move inside you. "Shh. It's okay. I'm sorry. Go to sleep, my beautiful Omega. You need the rest," Jensen says lovingly to you. You start to fall asleep to the safe sound of his heartbeat. "Come here, you two." Jared scoots closer to Jensen so he can lay his head on his chest and Misha spoons Jared. "Goodnight, my Omegas. I love you." "We love you too, Alpha," You all murmur in a half-asleep state. All of you fall asleep feeling safe, loved, and not alone.

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[maliwarm]

Spiffy

BB Fanfic Jam prompts 3 and 19; gold polish, and unwanted gift, featuring angry son and cyberdad.

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K’ jabbed the opening panel for Maxima’s room, stalking in the moment the doors whooshed open. His usual scowl looked three times as sour. “What the hell is that crap on my bed?”

“Welcome back, partner,” Maxima greeted drily. He didn’t look up from the buffer he was running over one of his arms. An arm that wasn’t dark and threaded with luminescent blue like usual, but instead white with gold plating that was unnecessarily ornate. K’ stared. “Like the new body? The Doc just finished it up today.”

“… No kidding.” How old man Makishima managed to build his sideburned friend so many spare bodies so quickly, yet still as seamless and advanced as the original, was a marvel. “You still haven’t answered my question though.”

“Mission I’ve been coordinating with Miss Valeria for some time now.” Maxima sent him a brief apologetic look for having kept him out of the loop before returning to his polishing. “An undercover op to investigate some sleazebag in the LLC we suspect is playing a role in keeping some unsavoury element or another well-funded.”

K’s right fist clenched. Sparks flared and danced between his knuckles for the briefest of moments, mirroring the flash of anger he felt. “You mean NESTS.”

A shrug. “Or Rendain. Maybe both. It’s our job to find out, in any case.” Maxima gave the polished gold and white plating of his brand new chassis a once-over in search of imperfections. Apparently satisfied with his work, he put the buffer onto the bedside table then pushed off his bed with a loud creak. “Which reminds me… we head out in a couple of hours. So get cleaned up and dressed.”

Immediate indignation met this statement. “You can’t be serious… I’m not wearing that stuff.”

A shrug. “You’re gonna have to, Dash-man. Both of us are expected to be there; Valkyrie’s orders. And she’s picking us up herself, so don’t think you can weasel your way out of this.”

K’ swore. Kicked his boot against the door frame in frustration. “How am I supposed to fight in a tux, huh? Did you idiots consider that?”

Maxima tried his best not to snort at the temper tantrum. He succeeded. Barely. But he couldn’t quite stop a crooked grin from forming. “Ideally, you won’t. Because as I said before, this is an undercover op. We’re there to nose around discreetly for evidence while mingling with the insanely rich masses, not storm in and break their bones.”

K’s tsk of annoyance spoke volumes of how he wished it was the other way around. “What about my gauntlet?” He thrust his fist up for inspection. The red plating was scuffed and dinged from constant use and numerous battles. Definitely not LLC-worthy, but it wasn’t as though he could take it off for extended periods of time. Not unless he wanted his flames going haywire and possibly turning on him; DNA splicing only worked so well for mystical flame powers that were never his to begin with, and hissed as much at him in his dreams. The gauntlet had to stay. If it couldn’t, then he wouldn’t be able to partake in this mission, as totally heartbreaking that would be for him.

“Ah, that’s the best part.” Maxima, smug smile in place, reached under the bed. When he emerged, he had plucked out a plain black case only slightly bigger than his gigantic metal hand. He flicked open the silver clasps on the case’s front and opened the lid for K’s inspection. Inside was a new gauntlet, it’s plating comprised solely of gold. “Doctor Makishima whipped this beauty up while he was working on my body. What do you think? Pretty cool, right?”

K’ took the case from Maxima’s hand with reluctance. He eyed with gaudy thing nestled within, with its unnecessary etchings and raised carvings, and pulled a face. “Thanks. I fucking hate it.”

Maxima’ eyes rolled towards the ceiling. “That’s shocking. Truly. Well, regardless of clashing aesthetics, it should function just as well as your regular gauntlet does. The gold will make it heavier though.”

“No shit.” K’ sighed, snapping the case of gaudy new gauntlet’s lid shut and flicking the clasps closed. He let it hang loosely from two hooked fingers. “Anything else?”

“Aside from making sure you dial back the grumpiness when we get to our destination, I think that about covers it.”

“Whatever.”

K’ turned on his heel, stalking away out the door and towards the bathroom. His boots clomped loudly through the otherwise quiet halls, transforming into the slap of bare feet when he paused by his room to pull the footwear off and chuck it by the door. While he was there, his sunglasses were pulled from the inside of his jacket and flicked at the bed. They skipped once, settling atop the unwanted, neatly-pressed, white and gold-trimmed gift Maxima had left laying atop his bed. K’s lip curled. He’d love nothing more than to torch the garments and collapse into bed. To tell the Valkyrie to blow off when she showed up and demanded to know why he wasn’t prepped for the mission. But she was his employer, and helping keep NESTS and the Ikari squad off his and Maxima’s backs, in addition to providing them with this ship, besides. It wouldn’t do to bite the hand that fed just because he was tireder and grouchier than usual after completing the bunch of other missions the woman had assigned him that day. Satisfying as it may be in the short term, it just wasn’t worth compromising the faint stability and safety Reyna had granted them.

K’ locked himself in the bathroom, setting the case on the sink to put the contents on later, after he’d showered. Leather was peeled away and chucked into the corner to wash at some later date before he set to the annoying task of removing his gauntlet. For something so breakable (when it came to his own flames, anyway), the thing was the biggest pain in the ass to get off. He dug his nails into the grooved bit around his wrist, probing until he found the deepest bit, then hissed curses under his breath and tugged until a soft click sounded. He groaned as the little needles of the failsafe system pricked him, shooting frigid liquid into his bloodstream that made him sag and clutch the sink for support so he didn’t collapse like a clump of wet noodles. Whatever the formula was, it did a fine job of dulling his flames just long enough to do things like shower, but he seriously wished it didn’t fill him with such bad fatigue. The Doc was constantly fiddling with it to remedy the problem, and it was already less severe than, and didn’t linger as long as, the original that NESTS had concocted… But there was still a long way to go; lots of kinks to iron out, yet.

K’ focused on his own breathing until the wooziness dropped to a more manageable level, straightened, then peeled the gauntlet away. He flexed his hand, taking a good long look at the appendage he rarely ever got to see. It was paler from lack of sun exposure, and covered in a patchwork of burn scars, most of which were old. The newest was mere months old, from when he and Maxima had fought and killed his own deranged clone during their mellpell escape from the Cartel. That had marked the first time in years he’d broken a gauntlet. The fresh punctures in his wrist were adorned with little beads of liquid ruby, which K’ thumbed away before stepping into the shower and letting a cascade of scalding water wash over him.

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The Valkyrie’s arrival was unannounced. Yet the hover-limo she’d come in had been easy to pick out weaving through the asteroids and into their cargo bay. She emerged from the vehicle with her usual spikes and leather absent. In their place was a suit, a cap perched on her head, and the normally red-tipped crest dyed black and brushed smooth and flat over her right eye, hiding the telltale eyepatch tan. Maxima let out a low whistle.

“You look lovely, Miss Valeria.”

Reyna’s eye trailed up and down Maxima’s body in turn. Painted lips curved up into a coy grin, apparently liking what she saw. “You don’t look so bad yourself, big guy.”

“I’m gonna gag.”

The pair glanced towards the doorway, where K’ had just arrived. His hands were jammed in his pockets and a disgusted sneer had curled his lip in reaction to their mild flirting. Reyna chuckled, striding over with hands on hips to appraise his new getup.

“Well, well, kid… Don’t you clean up nice? Should tone down the scowl a little though. You wanna look haughty, not like you’re gonna gank everyone in the ballroom over a canapé.” She reached out, using her toes to close the height distance some, to push K’s messy fringe up and back, holding it flat against his scalp. A muscle under his eye ticked, and his fingers twitched like they wanted to come up and slap her hand away. Apparently sensing his tension, Reyna released the tuft of hair and stepped back out of his personal space. “I’d gel that back, if I were you. It’ll make you look less, quote-unquote, hobo-y.”

“There should’ve been some gel on your bed,” Maxima added helpfully.

“I’d really rather not.” K’ grumbled. “Can we just get going already?”

“Nuh uh.” Reyna shook her head. Reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a little round tub of gel. As though she’d known this would happen. She held it out at the kid. “You don’t get a say in this case. Got too much riding on this op’s success for shitty hair to throw a wrench into things.”

“My hair’s fine.”

“Any other day, sure. Whatever. But not now.” Reyna pushed the tub into his chest. “Now you can either put this in yourself, or I’ll get your babysitter to pin you down and apply it myself.”

K’ ground his teeth. Snatched the tub from her hand and stalked back towards the bathroom. On the way out of the cargo hold, he shot a glare over his shoulder, mostly directed at Maxima, who was smirking behind his fist. … Asshole. He was so jettisoning the big lug’s icecream stash out the airlock after this.

[tinishiante]

Surprise Visit (Part 2)

Rating: Explicit Category: M/F/M/M Fandom: Supernatural RPF Relationship: Reader/Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki/Misha Collins Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins Additional Tags: Omega!Reader, Alpha!Jensen, Omega!Jared, Omega!Misha, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Word Count: 3811

Summary: The reader goes into heat and all of her mates want some of her.

https://tinishiante.tumblr.com/post/158143385504/surprise-visit

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You wake up to an empty bed. You jerk up thinking what happened was a dream, but the ache between your legs told you it wasn’t. But that brings up a question: Where are your mates? You look around for a note, but there isn’t one. You start to feel a little irritated and alone because they didn’t tell you they were leaving. But before those feelings got too strong, Jared walks in.

“Hey, you’re awake. You okay?” Jared asks.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” You reply.

Jared scoops you into his arms and holds you. He kisses you softly then buries his head in your neck.

“’M sorry. Should have waited until you woke up to go to the bathroom,” Jared explains.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. Where are Jensen and Misha?” You ask.

“They went to get some food, among other things.” Jared answers.

“Okay.”

You say as you lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jared puts you on the bed, lays down, and puts you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat again while Jared just holds you.

“I missed you, Y/N. I love you so much. You are so good for your mates and Alpha.” Jared praises, lovingly.

“I missed you too, Jared. I love you so much. You are an amazing Omega for your mates and Alpha, as well.” You reply. You fall back to sleep on Jared’s chest, to the sound of his heartbeat.

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“Jared, is Y/N awake?” Jensen sends through the bond to Jared.

“She was, but she just fell back asleep. Are you almost back?” Jared answers, looking down at your sleeping face.

“No. I will let you know when we are a couple of minutes out. You can wake her up then. Okay?” Jensen responds looking for Misha, finding him surrounded by fans.

“Okay, Alpha.”

Jensen laughs through the bond so he isn’t noticed, but still chuckles on the outside.

“What is so funny?” Jared asks, smiling.

“Misha was recognized and is surrounded by fans.” Jensen says, still laughing.

“Hey guys, guess what? Jensen is just around that corner!” Misha tells the fans.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Why Misha?! Why?! You are such an asshole! You’ll pay for this!” Jensen yells at Misha and Jared.

Misha is cracking up.

“What happened?” Jared asks.

“I- haha- I told the fans- hahahaha- that Jensen is around the corner,” Misha explains still laughing, “Dude! They are so loud! *Laughs* One of them just said ‘Holy Zachary Quinto’s eyebrows! It is him! My ovaries are dying! I need Jesus blood!’ Oh my god!”

Jared laughs, cracking up. Even Jensen is cracking up because of what that girl just said. Misha cracks up even more.

“What happened now, Misha?” Jared asks.

“A guy just walked past me and said, ‘Holy shit! You’re even more good looking in person! My boyfriend and I fangirl over you all the time! Can I PLEASE have a picture?!’ I take the picture with him and he thanks me. He moves on, sees the swarm of girls, looks to see what the commotion is about, sees Jensen, *laughs* and literally collapses on the ground, saying, ‘Oh my god!’ I am dying of laughter right now.” Misha explains laughing.

Jared cracks up, surprised you haven’t woken up.

“Oh my god! The guy’s boyfriend just walked up, saw his boyfriend on the ground, gasped, saw me, screamed, looked at the girls, saw Jensen, screamed AGAIN, and collapses on his boyfriend!” Misha explains, “Now the register guy is looking at all of us like we are insane. His face is priceless.”

Jared can barely breathe, he is laughing so hard.

“The register guy just asked me, 'Are you and him from that show “Supernatural”?’ I nod yes. He told me his daughter obsesses over us and asks for a photo and autograph. I take the photo with him and give him the autograph. He then backs up, asks me to go where I was and get in the position I was in, and then takes a picture of the whole scene. I give him my number so he can send it to me. The couple is still on the ground. Hey, the fans are dispersing.“

Jensen finally sees the couple on the ground, tilts his head, points at them, and asks Misha, “When did this happen?”

“A couple of minutes ago.”

“Is that because of us or do we need to call 911?”

“It’s because of us. Don’t know if we have to call 911 or not.”

The boys get up. Mark, the one from before, asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph while his boyfriend, Chris, asks Misha for a picture and an autograph. Then the register guy asks Jensen for a picture and an autograph for his daughter, Kaylee.

“I hate you, Misha.”

“I loveth you, Jensen.” Misha goes over to Jensen and hugs him.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Let’s buy our stuff and go.”

They buy the food and leave.

“Jared, go ahead and wake Y/N.”

“Okay.”

Jared nudges your shoulder.

“Y/N, wake up. Wake up. Babe.”

You moan, “Nooooo. I don’t wanna. I wanna sleep.”

“C'mon wake up. Alpha and Misha are going to be here soon.”

“Then they can sleep with us.”

“They are bringing food.”

Your eyes snap open.

“I’m up.”

Jared laughs, “Wow! Just wow, Y/N! You don’t wake up for Misha. Not for Alpha. You wake up for food!”

“That is because food is life.”

“Well, it does keep you alive…”

“Shut up!” You say, smacking his chest.

Jared holds his chest, feigning hurt. “Ow! No hitting!”

“Who’s hitting who and for what reason?” Jensen says, walking in.

“Y/N hit me for no reason!” Jared says, pointing at you while pouting.

“Nuh uh! Liar liar, pants on fire! He was being obnoxious!” You argue.

“I was not!”

“Yeah you were!”

“No! I was giving a statement!”

“An obnoxious statement!”

“You started it! You made me say it!”

“I didn’t make you say anything! I can’t make you say anything! You said it out of your own volition!”

“Nice word.” Misha compliments.

“Shut up, Misha!” Jared says.

“Alright! That’s enough. Y/N, no hitting,” Jensen reprimands. Jared looks triumphant.

“That goes for all of you.” Jensen adds, once he sees Jared’s face.

You stick out your tongue at Jared. He does it back.

“Guys! Really?! What did I just say?!” Jensen says, surprised that you two are misbehaving.

“We aren’t arguing or hitting.” You argue, still looking at Jared.

“It doesn’t matter! Don’t talk back! You know what I meant! Just stop! Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Jensen reprimands. You both look at him with your eyes cast downward. “Stop fighting, okay? I don’t care if it is playful or real, don’t do it! Got it?” Jensen says, gruffly, adding a growl to his voice so you both know he is serious.

“Yes, Alpha.” You and Jared say in unison, looking down.

“Okay. Jared, say sorry to Misha.” Jensen orders.

“I’m sorry, Misha. I was caught up in the moment.” Jared apologizes.

“I forgive you. I know that you didn’t mean it.” Misha replies.

“Thank you. Now, do I have to really get that through your heads or are you both going to stop?” Jensen asks, giving you both the look that says, “you might want to say yes so I don’t have to punish you.” Though you all acted scared because of that look, you all secretly loved it.

“No, Alpha. We’ll stop.”

“Okay, come here.”

You and Jared sit up and hug Jensen. You three pull apart to the sound of Misha, chuckling.

“What’s so funny, Misha?” Jensen asks.

“Nothing. I’m just happy because I am not the one being reprimanded,” Misha explains, chuckling.

“Really, Misha? Really? Whatever. Let’s go eat.” Jensen says, rolling his eyes. Jensen gets up and leaves the room with Misha. You are about to follow them when Jared swoops you into his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jared.” You say as you nuzzle into his neck. He walks you both into the dining room, sits down with you on his lap, and starts to get his food when Jensen calls his name.

“Yes?”

“You know that if Y/N is going to sit on someone’s lap during meals, it’s going to be mine.”

“Sorry, Alpha.” Jared apologizes, lifting you off his lap and putting you in a chair.

“It’s okay. Y/N, do you want to stay there or sit on my lap?” Jensen asks you.

“I’ll stay here.”

You all eat your food in silence. Right after you finish your food, you suddenly double over in pain, holding your stomach, with a yelp. Jensen, Jared, and Misha rush over to you with concerned eyes.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Jared asks, frantically.

Jensen sniffs the air and immediately moans. “God, you smell good. She’s in heat. It’s a really strong one. *sniffs* Oh fuck.”

Jensen picks you up and puts his nose in your neck.

“Y/N, you, Jared, and Misha are going to be the death of me.”

“Please, Alpha. Jensen. I need you. I need your knot.” You moan and whimper.

“I got you, Y/N. I got you,” Jensen reassures, walking to your room, “Jared, Misha. Clean up then join us.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jared and Misha say starting to clean up, wishing they could be with you and smell your sweet scent.

Jensen sits you on the bed, takes off your shirt and bra, and stands up.

“Alpha.” You whimper, reaching out for him.

“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Stand up, my beautiful Omega.”

You stand up and let Jensen take your pants and underwear off. Jensen makes you sit down then takes off his own clothes. You lie back on the bed and Jensen crawls over you. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You can barely keep up and with the heat wracking your body, you can’t completely focus, so you just take it. Jensen moves down to your neck and moans loudly.

“God, Y/N! I think this will be the one. This heat is so fucking strong and I am going to fuck you so hard, keep you full with my cum. Breed you so much, your body will have no choice to get pregnant. You want to carry my pups, don’t you, Y/N? You want to be a good Omega?”

“Yes! I want to carry your pups, Alpha! I never want to be empty. Wanna be full with your pups all the time.” You moan.

“Yes you do.”

Jensen moves down to your breasts.

“You want your breasts to swell so you can feed my pups? Be so full with milk, you’ll leak all of the time? Have so much you can feed Jared and Misha? Maybe even me?” Jensen asks, sucking on your nipples. “Can’t wait for it.”

You moan loudly, “Yes! I wanna feed your pups! And Jared and Misha! And you! Oh!” You answer, imagining you with your stomach and breasts swollen, with Jared and Misha sucking on your nipples while Jensen is behind you holding onto your stomach.

Jensen moves down to your stomach and kisses it, rubs it, and licks it.

“I can’t wait for you to be swollen with my pups.” Jensen says kissing your stomach.

He moves down and smells you. You are soaking wet, dripping slick.

“Y/N, you are so wet for me. You want me to lick you and suck on your clit.? Jensen asks, kissing your thighs.

You hum yes.

"I didn’t hear you say yes.”

“Yes! Please, Alpha. Lick me.”

“There’s the answer I was looking for.” Jensen says before licking you slowly. You gasp. He pushes his tongue in you. He takes his left hand and touches your hole.

“Oh! Jensen! More! Please more, Alpha!”

He massages your hole with one hand while the other moves up and rubs your clit.

“FUCK!! ALPHA!!” You scream as you cum.

Jensen shoves two fingers in your hole, then puts another in while you are cumming. It makes you cum longer. He moves up your body again, kisses you, and positions himself. Before he can push into you, Jared and Misha come in. They both gasp and groan. The whole room smells like heat and sex.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” Jensen orders gruffly.

They do what he said. Jensen pushes into you, not stopping but going slow so you can feel yourself stretch around him. Jensen loves doing that to you, and frankly, so do you. You both groan when he bottoms out.

“Y/N, you feel so good,” Jensen groans into your neck, “Fuck. I forgot how good you smelled. I could come just from your smell.”

“Please! Alpha! Move please!”

Jensen starts thrusting slow at first. He quickly speeds up like he did last night. Jared gets on your right side and sucks on your nipple while Misha does the same to your other one.

“OH! Yes! Please! More! Ohhhh! I’m gonna cum!” You shout.

“I’m right there with you. You take me so well, Y/N. Cum with me, Y/N. OH GOD!”

Misha started sucking on Jensen’s nipple. Jared notices and sucks on Jensen"s other nipple.

“Oh! Jared! Misha! Y/N! Cum! Now! AGHHHH!! Y/N!!!!” Jensen screams as he cums, hard.

“Fuck!! JENSEN!! ALPHA!!!!AGHHHH!!!!” You scream as you scream just as loud and cum just as hard.

Misha and Jared shout each other’s name as they cum. Jensen falls on top of you again, hoping it’s okay since you were okay with it last time. The room is filled with sounds of all of your deep breaths.

“How long until her next phase, Alpha?” Jared asks.

“Probably 2-3 hours. This is a really strong heat,” Jensen answers, “Why?”

“Just curious.”

“Just curious? Really?” Jensen asked, knowing what Jared was getting at.

“Yeah. Why do you seem so surprised, Alpha?” Jared answered, feigning innocent.

“I can see what you are trying to ask, Jared. I know you. I know Misha is curious, too.” Jensen says.

“Well, since you know. Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, please, please, Alpha.” Jared begs.

“You know how it works. Rock, Paper, Scissors, you two.” Jensen orders.

Jared and Misha do Rock, Paper, Scissors and Jared wins.

“Yes!” Jared exclaims and his eyes immediately turn to predatory.

“Woah, Jared. Hold up. You gotta wait for her next phase. And be quiet. Y/N’s sleeping.” Jensen reminds, chuckling over how eager Jared is.

“Ok.”

Misha looks sad and is very quiet.

“Misha, you okay? Jared asks.

"Yeah.”

“How about this, Y/N rides me, Jared fucks her from behind, and you get to fuck Jared?” Jensen suggests, pointing to Misha.

Misha lights up. “Yes please, Alpha.”

“I’m fine with it.” Jared agrees.

“Ok. It is going to have to happen quickly, so here’s how it is going to go. 30-15 minutes before her next phase, Misha start stretching Jared and I’ll stretch Y/N for Jared. Ok?” Jensen explains. Jared’s face falls.

“Ok, Alpha.” Misha agrees.

“What’s wrong, Jared?” Jensen asks, “You want to stretch Y/N, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. When the time comes, you can stretch her.”

Jared gasps, “Really?! Yes! Thank you, Alpha.” Jared thanks in a hushed tone.

“You’re welcome. I know you love doing it. Ok, let’s get some rest. I’ll wake you when we need to wake up.” Jensen says, yawning halfway through it.

“I’ll do it, Alpha.” Misha says.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Jensen lays his head down and as soon as his head touches your chest, he falls asleep. Jared and Misha chuckle.

“Get some sleep, Jared. You’re gonna need it.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.”

Jared takes about 5 minutes then falls asleep.

~~One hour and 35 minutes later~~

“Jensen. Alpha. Wake up. Wake up. It’s time for you to wake up.” Misha says, nudging Jensen.

“What? What?! Huh? Oh, I’m up. Thank you, Misha. How much time do we have?” Jensen says, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“You’re welcome. 20 minutes if the time you said was correct.”

“Ok. Jared. Jared, wake up.” Jensen says, nudging Jared. Jared isn’t budging.

“I’ll wake him up.” Misha says with a smug smile. He grabs Jared’s cock and strokes it. Jared moans but doesn’t completely wake up. Misha moves his hand down and rubs Jared’s hole. Jared jerks up and moans.

“Oh! More.” Jared says.

“Wake up now or I’ll be stretching Y/N.” Jensen threatens.

“I’m up. I’m up.” Jared says rubbing his eyes.

“Here.” Misha says, handing Jared a tube of lube.

“Thanks. Oh!” Misha moans as Misha pushes a finger into him.

Jared opens the lube, squeezes some lube onto his fingers, and pushes one into you.

“God, she’s tight,” Jared moans, wanting to be in you so bad, “Ah! Misha!”

Jared crooks his finger up and you squirm.

“Don’t. Don’t actually pleasure her. Just stretch her.” Jensen orders, breathily because Jared’s hand is rubbing his cock that is still in you. Jared puts another finger in you and quickly adds another.

“Misha!” Jared moans and jerks his hand. You squirm and whimper in pleasure.

“Jared! Do you need me to do it?” Jensen asked.

“No! I got it!”

“Jared. It isn’t a punishment. I am genuinely asking you. Do you need me to do it?”

“If I do something again, you can take over. Ok?”

“Ok. Misha, don’t completely pleasure Jared. Ok?” Jensen orders.

“Ok.”

Jared adds another finger.

“Fist her.” Jensen orders.

“Ok.” Jared says. He turns his hand vertically and then adds his thumb. He makes his hand into a fist. “Oh my god! She is so tight.”

“Stretch her more. I don’t want her to be in pain but need it when her phase starts.” Jensen orders.

“Ok. Oh!” Jared moans because Misha put a fourth finger in him.

“You good?” Jensen asks, “Need me to take over?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Ok. Is she ready? We got 5 minutes or less.”

“She’s good.”

“Misha, is Jared good?”

“He’s always good but yes he is.” Misha answers.

“Ok. When I said '5 minutes or less’, I definitely meant less. Her scent is getting stronger. Oh god!” Jensen informs, smelling your neck. His cock immediately going hard as a rock, ready to give you what you need. Jensen pulls out of you. You immediately wake up, reaching for him.

“Alpha! Please.” You beg, whimpering, needing him in you.

“I got you. Hold on. We got a surprise for you.” Jensen reassures you. He gets on his back, lifts you on top of him, and positions you above his cock.

“You ready, Y/N?” Jensen asks.

“Yes!” You moan.

“Are you two ready?” Jensen asks.

“Yes, Alpha.” Jared and Misha reply.

“Ok. Let’s give our beautiful Omega her surprise.” Jensen says. He lowers you down onto his cock. You both groan as he bottoms out.

“Fuck. You’re still so tight. Jared, now.”

Jared brings your legs up and over his shoulders before he positions his huge, lubed up cock at your entrance and pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust.

“Ohhh,” You moan. Even after having his entire fist in your ass, you still stretch around him. “Yes, Jared. Oh god.”

“Oh god. Y/N! You are so fucking tight.” Jared moans. Jared suddenly gasps and you wonder why until you see Misha. You can tell he is pushing into Jared from where he is and the look on both of their faces. Jared and Misha moan loudly.

“You liking your surprise yet, Y/N?” Jensen asks with a smug smile on his face.

“Yes. I love it. So full, Alpha,” You moan.

“You’ll be fuller soon. With our cum. Then we’ll fuck more and put even more cum in you. You’ll be so full of cum that your belly will swell. But that swell will be not even comparable to the ones to come when you are full of my pups. You want that, don’t you Y/N?”

“Yes! I want to be full of your pups, Alpha. I want your cum! Please move!”

Misha pulls out of Jared while Jensen lifts you up and Jared pulls out. They push back in and down.

“Ah! Oh my god!” You cry out.

“Fuck! Yes! More Misha! Y/N!” Jared yells out.

They repeat the motion over and over again. You can’t do anything but take it so you let Jensen take your weight. Jared and Jensen bury their noses in your neck.

“Fuck, you smell so good. My beautiful Omega. You take us so well. How does it feel?” Jensen praises, moaning.

“So good, Alpha. I feel so full. Please, I want more. Oh god! Don’t stop. I want your knot, Alpha. Please! Claim me! Breed me!”

“I’ll give you my knot. Oh fuck. I’m not gonna last!” Jensen moans.

“Me neither.” Jared moans. Between your hot, wet heat and the long, thick cock in his ass, he doesn’t stand a chance. He can’t stop moaning. “Ah! FUCK!” Misha hit his prostate. Misha hits it on every thrust.

“Don’t you dare cum, Jared! We all cum together.” Jensen says through his teeth.

“Don’t do that, Alpha. Let it out. We want to hear you.” Jared orders.

“Ahh! FUCK! Oh god! Y/N! Ah!” Jensen moans. You can barely hear yourself think. Not that that matters considering you can’t really think about anything. You are so close. Both Jensen and Jared can sense that you are close from the way you are squeezing around them. “Misha!”

“I’m right there with you! Ugh! Jared!” Misha answers, knowing what Jensen was going to say.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh god! Cum! Now!” Jensen moans.

All of you yell as you cum. All of you can’t stop moaning and groaning and panting. Misha lifts Jared out of you and puts him on the bed. The room is full of all of your pants.

“Misha, you know what you gotta do,” Jensen says, breathlessly.

“Ughh,” Misha groans as he pulls out of Jared and gets up to go to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you all up with. He cleans all of you up, takes the washcloth into the bathroom, and comes back to lay down. You whimper as Jensen moves a little as it makes his knot move inside you.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry. Go to sleep, my beautiful Omega. You need the rest,” Jensen says lovingly to you. You start to fall asleep to the safe sound of his heartbeat. “Come here, you two.”

Jared scoots closer to Jensen so he can lay his head on his chest and Misha spoons Jared.

“Goodnight, my Omegas. I love you.”

“We love you too, Alpha,” You all murmur in a half-asleep state. All of you fall asleep feeling safe, loved, and not alone.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long writing this! I couldn’t get in a writing mood and I had a lot of stuff to do but don’t be sad! It is here now! Let me know if you want me to write something!

@teamfreewill-imagine Can you please read this and the first one and give me some pointers, pretty please

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[the-voice-of-hell]

Rent is Theft, part 12

Read from the beginning here, read the previous chapter here.

Note:  My MC is a Filipina trans woman and I am not.  If you have any notes on that or anything else, let me know.

                                                        ***

     Deandre had the extra money to buy a floor waxer at one of the hardware stores on Aurora - of course with the intention of returning it as soon as we were done using it.  We’d done the hard work, the sun had set.  The boys had taken over for me after my place and part of the hall were done, and I was in my apartment.  Everything had been pulled off the floors to make room for the waxing.  I hadn’t bothered putting my apartment back in a reasonable order.  Even the garbage pile from the pill job had just been swept into a bag and left on top of the bar.

     I took a long bath.  My room was still too wrecked to contemplate, so after the bath I lay on a couch in the living room, listening to tunes and playing Tetris on an original gameboy.  The battery in the cartridge was long dead, leaving it unable to store high scores, but I wasn’t into that shit anyways.

     There was a knock at the door and I knew it was Grime.  I moved like a fairly chill tree sloth as I went for the door.  I opened it wide enough for him to see me in my bathrobe.  “Hey, Sailor.  Notice anything different about the place?”

     “Yeah, I heard about what you guys did.  It looks like it’s settled down a lot.  I don’t even know what to make of the whole situation, but fuck it.  How are you, Courtney?”

     Could I love Grime?  I wondered whenever he was being a good boy, making a sensitive expression, smiling gently like that - every part of his face alive.  “Mm, It’s been difficult, but I’m feeling better now.  Have you seen Marcie and Richie?  Sweet Jesus.”

     “No.  Black eyes?”

     “He has two, she has one, and the rest of the bruises are pretty nasty too.”  I was slouching against the wall and it was getting awkward, so I just walked in, leaving the door open behind me.  He followed.

     “Damn, that’s rough.  The price of fighting the good fight, right?”

     “Makes me wonder what the shithead looks like.”  I sat on one end of the couch, he sat on the other.

     He smiled, but with a hint of pain in the expression.  “Ouch.  I know he’s shit as far as we’re concerned, but y’know, clearly he has mental health issues, probably needs therapy that doesn’t involve brutality.”

     I glared.  “Nuh.  Society gave him a pass.  He was getting away with some fucked up shit, just because he’s a brutish overgrown baby, and nobody gives a fuck what people like that do to other poor people.”

     “...Yeah, you’re right.”

     “I know I am.”  I put my nose in the air.  The moment lingered, and I rolled my head to give the neck a stretch.  It was a hard couple of days.  My chin came to rest near my collarbone and I was looking down. With the lights in my living room turned up, my chest was too clear to me.  My sternum was bony, my skin scarred with the ghosts of acne.  I was getting skinnier than usual and I knew the more visible muscles were unfeminine looking.  I pursed my lips and pulled the robe more fully closed.

     When I looked up, I noticed Grime was looking shifty.

     “What’s up, dude?”

     “Oh, sorry.  I shouldn’t be eyeballing my cordial associate.”

     “You were?”

     “I thought you covered up and crossed my arms because you saw my eyes slip, or something?”

     “Huh.  I should keep one out for you.”

     “Excuse me?”

     “An eye.  What did you think I meant?  A titty?”

     He squeezed his eyes.  “This conversation isn’t very cordial.  I’m gonna just, get out of here.”  He stood up to leave.

     I stood up as well, and put an arm on his shoulder.  “You think you’re bad but I think I’m worse.”

     He froze, then turned to me slowly.  “I don’t think I’m bad, just because sometimes I slip up.  Intent has to matter for something.”

     “Does it?”  I pressed my body against his, let the robe fall open a little.  I rested my head on his shoulder.

     “If we do something here, that isn’t a little slip.  That’s just a fuckup.  The way you’ve been?  It can’t be a good idea for you to get with anyone until you calm down.”  He held my shoulders with both hands.

     I stared right into his eyes.  “Maybe true.  But I had an idea the other day and I’m having it again.”

     His grip loosened and his hands hung lower on my arms.  “What idea was that, Courtney?”

     “I think it’s called cowgirl position?”  I let my robe slide down, exposing my chest to him.

     “Mmmm,” he rolled his eyes in thought, clearly having a hard time thinking.  “I guess you seemed like you were doing OK before the police business yesterday…  Is this chill, Courtney?”  His hands latched onto my robe and held me by tugging on it.

     I rubbed his sides.  “Yeah, get on the couch, Graeme.  I’ll get the stuff.  Move it.”  I slapped his ass and went toward my bathroom, leaving him in the living room.

     As I passed through my room, I saw a candle with the Virgin Mary flush against the baseboard - a kitschy bit of decor left behind in the big sneeze.  I didn’t think anything of it, but in the bathroom looking for condoms and lube, I caught myself in the mirror there.  My makeup was a real shitshow, my violet lipstick smeared, my hair just twisted bedhead from hell.

     Something came to me.  I realized something about myself, and as I realized it, I felt like the knowledge could liberate me.

     I pulled my robe shut as I came into the living room, and found Graeme taking off his shoes.  “Put ‘em back on, man!”

     “What’s up?  Don’t you think that’ll look kinda weird?”

     “Not having sex.  I figured something out, Graeme!  I figured something out!  I finally understand.  You understand?”  I waved my hands.

     “No.  Ya lost me, but that’s fine.  Putting ‘em back on.”  He smiled wearily and started putting himself back together.

     “You’re my whore, Graeme!”

     “Uhh… I what?”

     “I have a Madonna-whore complex!  You’re my whore.”

     “Oh god, what does this even mean?  Do I wanna know?”  He finished putting his shoes on and scooted back to the far end of the couch.

     I came a little closer, then jumped back into my end of the couch.  I was still talking with my hands.  This was important, god damn it.  “Right, have you heard of it?”

     “Yeah, I think I understand what it means, but what do you mean?”

     “I was starting to feel really romantic about someone, and then that first night with you, I was in a position to be sexy, and you were there, and like - I was acting the ho, but I put that on you.  You were an outlet for lust, you were my dirty place to be, so the romantic side could stay pure, holy, right?”

     “Aww, this is just… Well, I guess it’s more of the same.  I’m just gonna give you a cordial good night.”

     “Lemme finish, dude!”  I grabbed his t-shirt.

     He didn’t love that.  “OK.”  He stood up, walked behind the couch, and leaned on the back, looking expectant.

     “So I fucked up my romantic situation because I was putting my lust in the wrong place, but I don’t have to, do I?  It’s like, the end of the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, when the shrinks figure out the main guy’s delusion is, and they say, ‘Now we can cure him.’  I’m curable, right?”

     He nodded, but was telegraphing his frustration.

     I kept on.  “What do you do, to make it so your love and lust line up?”

     “I guess you have to love the person you’re lusting after, or lust for the person you’re loving after.”

     “Yes!”

     “I thought you said you’d messed up that situation.  Also, you said you couldn’t love me.  If this is a lesson to help you fly right in the future, cool.  If you think this can fix where you are now, are you so sure?”

     I was shut down.  He had my number.  I sank into the couch, just looking at my knees making little tents in the bathrobe.  “Uh, yeah… I guess you’re right.  Man, I’m sorry, but… good night.  Go play a video game or something.”

     “You too, Courtney.  Really, I hope you figure your stuff out.”

     “Thanks.”  Fuck off, I thought.

                                                        ***

     The window in my living room almost completely sealed shut again, but a sliver of a crack was all it took to create howling whistles and uncanny drafts.  The wind seemed to pass through anything I jammed in the opening, like everything I owned was as much of a ghost as I was.

     Despite the lack of a door on my bedroom, the wall did slightly muffle the sound in there.  To replace the lost bed, I dragged a couch in that room.  It was a depressing scene of carnage I couldn’t bring myself to repair.  The furniture was mostly toppled, tatters of posters and clothing and more were strewn about the place.  The hours I spent in my bedroom (couchroom?) were of the head-buried-in-pillow and music-blasting nature.

     I didn’t have to think about the neighbors much where noise was concerned because the construction of the building included concrete between every floor and every unit.  Sometimes when you touch a wall, walk across a floor, look around yourself with unfocused eyes, you can sense the underlying structure of a place - the bones of the building.  The Myrmidon Apartments reminded me of a wall of cinderblocks, the way they are shaped like open concrete boxes beams between the compartments.  People’s lives were tucked into each hole in the cinderblock like filed memos, waiting to get bumped to the shredder or the abyss of permanent storage.

     In a building with that solid construction, we should never have felt tremors.  Maybe on a higher floor, where the great length of the building reduced the strength of the materials, where the power of artifice was put to shame by the power of nature, of atmospheric pressures that dwarfed everything.

     We shouldn’t have felt anything down on the twelfth floor, but the building was allergic to us, and the medicine was not completely effective.  Deandre ended up having to keep the floor waxer, we all had to take every opportunity to snake more meds to grind into our floors.

     In all of that, we only tended to the places we lived in or traveled.  Room 1207 was left to fester.  With no one in it, would it have lesser allergies anyway, as I had supposed?  Or would the allergies suppressed through medicine seek an outlet there, warping it more than the rest of the floor combined?  I didn’t have the courage to check it out, no longer going in there to chill.  I spent my time with neighbors or smashing my head in a pillow and listening to music.

     Despite the fact we were still catching little tremor and troubles, we could live in the building without fear of getting tossed in the night.  We’d beaten the allergy thing, and it made us feel a bit more confident.  Confident we could keep this scam going.  There were other aspects of life that kept us down.  Patrick and Grime has issues at work, Patrick had to worry about Perry.

     And I couldn’t stop thinking about Leimomi.  It made me feel like a creep.  But then, I knew something then I hadn’t known before.  I felt like I had Grime-proofed my brains.  I could do right by her, if I could get a chance.  I went over the pitch in my head at least fifty thousand times.

     But I also tried to devote equal time to creep-proofing myself.  What would a creep do?  Don’t do that, Courtney.  A creep would stare at her all sad in the rear view mirror.  OK, too late to not do that.  A creep would keep trying to message her, talk to her, be around her, past the welcome point.  In all my twisting, I did my best to avoid being around her more than an incidental pass in the hall, or at Marcie’s apartment.  Good job.

     I was succeeding at non-creeping, but I was going out of my mind.  I threw myself into focusing on other people’s lives whenever possible.  One day, I was at Deandre’s place, cleaning it up.  He insisted he didn’t need that, and I insisted that I needed something to do.

     After I finished sweeping up the place (soft broom to avoid stripping the medicine wax), I sprawled on one of his couches, across from him.

     He reached across the coffee table to pass me a beer and then leaned back with his own.  “Good job, mom.  You mind if I ask something?”

     “Uh,” I sipped the beer, “Depends on what you’re asking?”

     “Nothing personal.  But why do you do this to yourself?  This place is a flophouse.  It could look like shit, it doesn’t matter.”

     “Aww!  It shouldn’t have to be a flophouse.  Can’t it feel like home, at least a little?”

     “Nuh.  If I let myself think of it like that, you know they’d bust us out like the next fuckin’ day.”

     I sighed.  “True.”

     “So that’s all there is to it?  Trying to feel like you ain’t homeless?”

     I gave him an acid look.  “You know there’s more, but I’m not dumping that on you today.  You made me feel like a loser last time I used you for that.”

     He sighed and put his feet up.  “Yeah, sorry about that.  How ‘bout if I dump for a minute?  Even up.”

     “Dump away, Deandre.”  I drank more beer.

     “You ever wonder about other people’s romantic shit, when you’re stuck in your own?”

     “I guess I don’t.  You think we all have something going on?  Or are you stuck in your own too?”

     “Stuck.  You ever think about if you’re somebody else’s romantic shit?”

     “Oh god, I don’t want to think about that.”

     “Haha, sorry.  It goes around though.  I think that Olivia baby might be hot for me.  I hate it when kids get it for adults.  There are too many of us that are down, and I don’t wanna think about that.”

     “Sorry, man.  You have to set her straight?”

     “Naw, she ain’t sayin’ nothin’.  I could just tell though.”

     “And if you said something first, hell embarrassment.”

     “Right.  Anyhow, that ain’t what I wanna talk about.  I got a dude out there.”  He casually gestured to the window.  A dude in the sky?  No, in the city.

     “Oh?  But there’s trouble in paradise?”

     “Yeah.  He’s hot, we out there living like two kings.  Just lookin’ cool as shit.  So even those homophobic niggas respect us.  And at the end of the day, we get to fuck too.  Win win, right?”

     “I don’t wanna say it.”

     “Yeah, you know it though.  They think of me as a woman - as his woman.  And maybe he does too.”

     “Oh god that’s toxic.  What are you gonna do, man?”

     “Blow my brains out?  Fuck if I know.”

     “Oh, that hurts.  That hurts.  I care about you, dude.”

     “I’m sorry.  I’m just talkin’ shit.  I ain’t gonna do that.  But it feels bad.”

     “I can only imagine.”

     “Did it help you feel a little better though, thinkin’ about somebody else’s problems?”

     “Yeah.  Yeah, and that’s why I’m cleaning here, isn’t it?  Sorry.  I don’t wanna be greedy.”

     “It’s OK, but now it’s my turn to get a taste of that distraction.  What’s going on with you and that girl?”

     I buried my head in a pillow, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me, so I twisted my mouth into view.  “Nothing.  I’m stupid in love and we haven’t done anything since the blow up.”

     “That ain’t all there is to it, is it?”

     I looked at him timidly.  “Yeah.  I’ve been thinkin’ about it all day long, all the time.  I know what I want to say.  I’m done with that whole Grime thing now, for real.  All I want is her.”

     “I seem to remember you had some reservations before, but they’re all gone now?”

     “What?  Reservations?”

     “Like, maybe she’s too inexperienced ’n’ shit?”

     “Oh.”  I hadn’t thought about that in a while.  “I guess all it took for me to get clarity on my feelings is losing her.  How important is it to be all prudent and careful and make sure you do everything right all the time?  Yeah, it’s important for some reasons sometimes, but I let that get in the way of something great.”

     “Did you though?  You gotta lose it to enjoy yourself, but at the end of the day you gotta be real.  You gotta realize all that romantic shit is a dream.  We’re all alone in this life, no matter what we got.”

     I smashed a pillow into my face and cried a moment.

     His voice softened.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean shit by that.  It’s OK.”

     I wiped my face on the pillow and calmed down.  “Ugh, it’s not you.  No, that was good advice.  Gotta be cool.  This is me being cool.”  I sat up, grabbed the can off the table and finished drinking it.

     “So cool.  You wanna go to lunch, mom?  I got a few bucks.  Hurricane’s got chicken strips.”

     “Yeah, that would be great.  Maybe we can talk about sports instead.”

     He laughed.  “Yeah, fuckin’ sports.”

     On the way through the lobby, we ran into Sharon.  She reminded me my name was Maria last time I talked to her, which had me worried she was going to follow through with the getting to know people game.  But then she got distracted and let slip just how much work the property company was putting on her.  It left us feeling safe.  She was never going to have the time to find us out.

     There we were, a couple of trans nogoodniks, in gay love with heartache-inducing people.  I was in a pride baby doll tee and crappy around-the-house clothes, but did have my makeup and jewelry on.  He was in dapper pinstripe pants, jordans, and a greenish silver collared shirt with the sleeves rolled.  It was overcast but warm, with only a few random drops of rain.  Not worth an umbrella.

     I liked Deandre.  If I was a mom, he was a good son.  Not the son that makes six figures and buys mom a mansion.  He was the son that would probably do prison time, but never for anything truly evil.  At least, not that I’d be able to see through my pride and affection.

     We walked less than ten blocks to the diner.  It wasn’t great, but it was an institution, provided a service at a price that was headed for extinction in the neighborhood.  It was a place to sit down and get served food for less than your whole paycheck, without the glossed over prison cafeteria feel of a fast food place.

     We came in from the daylight and a dispassionate youth saw us to a table.  I put my elbows on the table.  He put an arm over the back of his seat and stretched.  We waited for our drinks in relative quiet. I tore up a napkin, making sure the pieces fell in a neat pile so I could cover it up with my hands when the youth got back.  She arrived and we ordered - Deandre with the chicken strips and fries, me with a BLT.  I knew I couldn’t eat the whole thing but it’s what I felt like tasting.

     When we were alone, I remembered what we were supposed to be talking about.  “Fucking sports.  You dress sporty sometimes.  You into that?”

     He laughed.  “No.  I know enough to hold a conversation, but only ’cause I have to.  How about you?  Any interest in kickin’ balls?”

     “Oh god.  Bad memories.”  I waved my fingers to dispel them.  “No, I don’t know anything about sports.  What else do people talk about?”

     “The weather, but that just turns into that butt-ass joke, ‘don’t like the weather?’”

     “...‘Wait five minutes.’  It is to laugh.”

     “Yeah.”  He glanced to the side, contemplated.

     “Oh, usually when I’m at a place to eat, I’ll get to talking about the place itself, other times I’ve eaten there, how it compares to other spots, that kinda shit.  What do you think?”

     “Oh yeah.  Why not?  This place sucks.  It’s funny though, that makes it like, everyone has stories about coming here when you fucked up or having a shit time.”

     “Haha, funny you should mention that...”

     We spoke on it for a time.

     After he learned about every time I’d crash landed at the Hurricane - and I’d learned about his - we talked about food in general.  Deandre felt like he hadn’t eaten anything truly good in years, like eating out was an quest for an experience that might never be had.  I also revealed that I was rather particular about food, but didn’t have anything so grandiose or amusing to say about it.

     I finished my food and put the remainder in a box to go.  Deandre finished eating all of his food around the same time.  He leaned back and I leaned back.  Time to chill for another hour of bullshitting.  It’s tradition, when the restaurant is not super crowded.  I didn’t know that with just a few little words, things were about to get fucked up.

     “Where’d you get your name from?”

     I still didn’t know, just took it as intended - a casual curiosity.  “Favorite musician when I was younger.”

     “Kourtney Kardashian?  Courteney Cox?  Courtney B. Vance?”

     “What’s their music like?”

     “The KCV Trio?  Pimpin’.  What’s yours sound like?”

     “Courtney Love.  She’s more than just Kurt’s wife.  She’s kinda messed up so I don’t like to follow the news on her, but her music means a lot to me.  I hope she’s doing well.”

     “Oh.  Yeah.  Huh.”  He turned it over in his head.  “The racism makes it hard to like her, doesn’t it?”

     “Oh no.”  I said it casual, but this was the first hint of alarm in the conversation.

     “Yeah, I heard it was pretty bad.  I try to look too close at the people I like either.”

     I felt like my eyes were shrinking, my head swimming.  Why did I feel like that?  “I shouldn’t even ask, should I?”

     “You didn’t ..?  Yeah, you don’t wanna hear about that.  Forget I said anything.”

     “Haha, yeah...”

     I didn’t forget though.  I claimed I felt ill - true - and got myself home in a hurry.  I needed to be alone.

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