#You two are a blessing and a pain in my back (affectionate)

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife!Reader

warnings: self-hatred, insecure! reader, nudity, only brief mentions of nsfw themes

genre: fluff, comfort

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You felt hot, flashing pain trickle down your throat to settle in the depth of your chest—lungs aching from the strain, face nearly purple as you held a bated breath, eyes squeezed shut, trying your best to avoid his gaze.

“I am sorry—” your voice was all but a meek squeak. “—I know this wasn't what you were expecting.” nimble fingers curled and tugged at your robes, keeping them positioned in front of you bare state—as you couldn't help but bow your head in utter shame, feeling the weight of your imperfections bear down on you.

The man hovering above your kneeling form remained silent, opting for assessing and scrutinizing you with the sharp whiplash of his gaze alone.

“I know—you're unhappy about this—my family will repay the trinkets your clan gifted us so graciously. Just please don't act rash and revoke the marriage—” you couldn't even finish uttering the words wobbling from your quivering lips before a sob ripped free from your throat and you just had to bury your face into the silkiness of your robes.

There was a sigh, then a long pause as you wailed, bashfully, scrambling to try and hide as much of your figure as possible, feeling slimy and dirty, hideous even, to have thrown yourself at the head of one of the biggest clan’s like a loose woman—as if you held your legs open for just anybody.

“Calm your nerves.” his voice was gruff, tinged with exasperation, as the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your forehead to trace your hairline and find a rhythmic pattern petting your crown. “I will do no such thing, my bride, can't you even look at me?” he was kind, much too kind towards something as filthy as you were.

“I cannot—” you rasped between laboured breaths and high-pitched mewls muffled by your bloated bottom lip; bitten raw.

“You're upset. Why are you so saddened? What has caused you anguish? You're my wife—you do not need to lower your gaze in shame.” he whispered tentatively and before you knew it, he had peeled away the annoying piece of fabric obscuring your adorable sniffling face from him. “Do not cry. Our families expect of us to lay together—but if you fear it this much, we can wait. I can wait, my wife, why won't you calm?” chiffon, something akin to a gentle breeze caressing you—that’s what his voice was like, lulling you into a daze; sweet candy to lure you out of your hiding.

So, finally, scraping together all the courage you had, you raised your gaze to meet his, immediately regretting it, as the gentleness in his, so misdirected at something as ugly as you were, made you burst out into another fit of hysterics. “No, no, no. You're—you’re just too nice. Throwing myself at you like a whore—you deserve better. A refined lady. That's what you need and our clans expect—but I am no such thing. I—I am hideous, please, stop looking at me with such kindness. I apologise, husband, I am ruining the first night and I can't just stop and—”

“Breathe” you felt your cheek press into a chest and finally the furrow between your brows eased as you let something almost primal escape you, breaking down all too horribly until your head throbbed in an ache and your nose was stuffy and runny—and while you unleashed your inner demons, he was petting you, cooing at you, reminding you to stay grounded.

“My wife—” he chirped once it was over and you exhausted your capacity to cry any further, sinking into the soft covers of your martial bed like a heavy sack of sand, “I am blessed to be yours.” you felt him interlace his thick fingers with yours, brushing over the back of your hand subtly yet affectionately, as the moon filtered through the curtains to lay strips of silver across you both.

“Can you even imagine how much I yearned for this very moment? To claim that you're mine, not just in spirit—with our two clans permanently intertwined? Since the day you passed by me at the market all my waking moments have been filled with longing for you. So how could you ever call the woman I love all these distasteful names?” he chased away all the bad thoughts as your numbed body laid against his, arms so powerful you were sure they could've squeezed you to death if he was lying, but it didn't seem so—not him, not the most perfect man you knew, the one you were certain deserved better than you.

“You're silent, my wife.” he paused. “It seems your husband lacks the ability to truly convince you of his feelings.” he pressed a kiss to your crown, sighing softly while scooping you closer to his warmth. "Do not fret. We have our entire lives left. If you cannot trust me yet, then I will teach you how—I will convince you of my earnest feelings, even if it takes a lifetime. Because—” he pressed a kiss to your forehead this time, staring down at your bare form beneath the covers, cuddled up in his arms, with tears smeared across your cheeks so beautifully. “ask and I would even bring down the moon for you.”

[phantomsies]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐝. 𝐚𝐜𝐞

intimate mornings with the love of your life

wc: 4.1K

modern au ofc (this is a part of the foodie/travel blogger au I’m working on!) very soft smut + lots of fluff, reader and ace are married, humor, kissing, breeding, handjob, cuddlefucking, prone bone, back kissing + praise (calls him daddy a couple times and he calls her pretty girl)

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life hadn’t always been the absolute dream for Ace as he knew it today..rather than waking up surrounded by lilac painted walls and a warm bed, swaddled in crisp white sheets…he awoke to crooks and pains in his joints from sleeping on wooden floors. Instead of chirping birds, crashing waves from the nearby beach and complete serenity, he was greeted with the sounds of yelling and chaos. Parents, who by all accounts loved him, but made his upbringing more difficult than it should have been and tough-as-nails grandparents who didn’t extend the grace typical ones would. His food wasn’t served to him in a professional-esque kitchen or on a silver platter. He got it in scarce rations and on paper plates if lucky…perhaps, it was why he indulged so much now. It was why he walked around with an abundance of joy, kindness and gratitude in everything he did. An attitude that had earned him quite the online following alongside the reviews of all the different cuisines and delicacies that eluded him in his younger years. He may have been the most jovial spirit anyone had ever laid eyes upon but it wasn’t always that way. All those harsh conditions could turn the warmest heart cold and Ace was no exception. Mad at a world that didn’t give him a fair shot to begin with..but that all changed once he met the woman he’d spend the rest of forever alongside. In life and career..his beloved (y/n). Someone who was equally harmed but made the best of it in the end. Someone who shared his passion for food and lust for life��hoping to explore all of the unknown together. One video at a time and share those experiences with the world. Just by being your authentic selves, you have been able to gain a pretty large platform and turn your very humble beginnings into a dream reality. Hence why he rejoiced in the fact that he could wake up every morning, next to his precious, adoring sweetheart and begin his day the correct way..being gracious.

being gracious that you were all his. That this spacious, two story house you shared together felt more like home every single day and that he was truly blessed to call you wife.

“Mmmm..there’s my handsome husband. Good morning, baby..”

it was a phrase he’d never get sick of hearing. Going from a wandering bachelor, never really finding his place in any relationship to someone’s forever person..it was surreal. He’d peer down at the glistening diamond on your ring finger, spread across his chest as you rolled over. One he’d been blessed to spend a decent amount on. More money than he’d ever been able to in his life. Your bare face is an absolute vision of beauty..one he could gaze upon forever and never tire of it and those big brown eyes glaring at him as if he were the most amazing thing in the world. He’d bring a hand up to the back of your neck and shoulders, brushing that silk bonnet that covered your freshly styled braids for an upcoming vacation.

“Good morning…how'd my pretty girl sleep?”

the name sending pings throughout your stomach as you giggled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He loved when you were so affectionate and touchy. You practically wanted to reside in his skin when you got like this but he didn’t mind at all. Placing gentle kisses along his jugular and earlobe, (y/n) confided in him that you’d slept amazing but woke up with him on your mind. Naturally, he wasn’t going to deny your wishes whatsoever. In fact, he’d shift a bit to meet your gaze, hoping to pry more info out of you. “Yeah? And what are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

it was an answer too salacious for such a tender moment. You didn’t want to ruin the mood but it was painfully obvious that you were craving more than just these tiny pecks and teasing.

“Mmmm…I just..missed you. ‘S all..” certainly a strange thought, considering he’d been by your side all night. But alas, it didn’t take your husband long to decipher exactly what you meant. That was one of the many beauties of marriage. It was one of the many admirable qualities he loved about you. How gentle you became in his presence, how shy you were after all these years and how bashful you became when asking for the one thing you never had to beg him for! It was too cute..as for the reason behind your sudden clinginess, he could only attribute it to the fact that you’d had a terrible dream that consisted of him leaving you or someone left a distasteful comment on your videos, saying that he was too good for you. But there wasn’t a chance in hell that Ace would ever be so foolish to come up off of you! He was the happiest he’d ever been in all his twenty something odd years on this earth. And you were the sole reason.

“You missed me?”

“Yes..so bad.”

eventually, you’d begin to become a little bit more coherent and that’s when your hand would shift from your own sides to his torso; gliding down to his pelvis. He’d then feel your palm cup his shaft and stroke it slowly as your lips met his neck. You’d shuffle around in the sheets, attempting to feign your urges by squeezing your thighs together. But it was of no use..he’d already picked up on it. Reading your body language like a book.

“Aw..well don’t, babe. I’m right here.. ‘m not going anywhere. you know that.” with an arm draped across your shoulder, Ace would plant two kisses atop your forehead before shifting entirely. Turning over onto his side, he’d usher you to do the same. The crinkle of the sheets sounding off in the once quiet room…that would soon become filled with sounds of your lovemaking as well.

“You promise?”

“Of course, pretty girl. I love you so damn much. Here, back up against me..there you go. I got you..”

with the two of you lying on your sides and the covers still draped across your nude bodies, (y/n) clenched the sheets and awaited his first move. He’d keep your leg hoisted between his curled fingers.

“Let me hold you, just like this..”

With a few seconds of anticipation, he’d guide that tip along your wet folds..subtle smacking noises could be heard as he teased you. He knew how sensitive you were so he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Instead, he’d coo into your ear as he prepared to glide in.

“Can I put it in?..are you ready?”

“Of course...please.”

With that, the two of you became one as he nestled that thick cock between your inviting walls. Sinking in almost immediately. The sound of the impact alone made his knees buckle. You always felt so warm, silky and comforting. Writhing around, (y/n) maneuvered until you felt comfortable for him to begin moving. “Fuck..are you okay, sweetheart? Can I start moving?” Naturally, you’d grant him permission with a nod and faint whimper. It was something about those gestures of consent that made the moment all the more special. But he needed to hear you say it..to tell him exactly what you needed.

“Words, baby..talk to me..”

“Y-yes. You can start moving, please..”

Along with those gentle kisses against your neck as he slowly began to thrust.

“You know, I’ll never get tired of waking up and starting my day like this..just me and you. Getting to make love to the most beautiful woman in the world…”

Ace would dote as he continued to buck his hips forward, keeping a firm arm around your upper half and his hand coiling your elevated leg. Meanwhile, those full, swollen balls smacked against your entrance..suddenly, you’d feel one of those hands glide downward and begin massaging your clit. In return, you’d grasp the sheets tightly and brace for the sensation. Crying out, you’d glare up at your husband with those doe eyes he adored so much; your lip quivering and moans growing louder. His large, veiny hands occasionally gripping your breasts..pinching and rubbing those sensitive nipples just to stimulate you more.

“Mmmmph..and it always feels so good. Thank you, daddy..thank you so much.” Your graciousness was as adorable as it was arousing. Something about hearing that name made him want to spill every last drop into your pretty little cunt and let you make him one!

“Shit..keep talking like that and I don’t think we’ll ever get out of this bed, baby.”

“That’s fine. Just keep fucking me..like that.”

You were so overwhelmingly stimulated, he was afraid any other movements would send you over the edge. Even so, your husband continued to feed you deep strokes..all the while, filling your ear and mind with affirmations about how beautiful you were, how special you were to him and how he was so happy you were a part of his life. It wasn’t a luxury he had been afforded prior. All the other women who’d entered his life were gone before he even got the chance to know them well or get to that stage…just temporary flings for a fleeting love that never came to be. He always felt abandoned and lonely…as if no one could ever fill that void in his heart. That was until you came into his life. And he couldn’t dream of letting you go.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you get like this…all needy and shit..but you’re taking me so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

those sweet nothings constantly altering your mind and making you melt within his grasp. You felt as if you could just lose all control and allow yourself to completely submit. As if your only job was to lie there and let him bring you closer to ecstasy. Drool would begin to seep from your lips, along with a smile forming across your face. Just as a flashback came to mind..

“Do you remember the first time we fucked like this?…that night was so much fun…” and it didn’t take long for your husband to garner the memory as well. Chuckling as his pace slowed to a steady rhythm without breaking those incredible strokes. “Oh my gosh, are you kidding? I couldn’t forget. Waking up in the middle of the night in your apartment…all your friends in the next room and we had to stay quiet. You almost failed miserably, by the way.” The two of you began reminiscing on a time when your relationship didn’t quite have the same dynamic as it did now. You were still sharing a condo with your three best friends and he was still living with his two brothers in a less than ideal space. That particular night, you were all out at a club and rather than making the trek home, plastered out of his mind, Ace decided to stay over. Needless to say, when the clock struck around three am and that alcohol hadn’t quite worn off, the both of you awoke to the incessant urge to ravage one another!

however, there was the pressing matter of your roommates sleeping next door and the possibility that you’d wake them. So as a solution and compromise, he’d put you on your side with his hand cupping your mouth as he pounded up into you. He’d grunt and whisper the nastiest things in your ear; only for you to be forced into silence. Clenching his shaft and squeezing down every time he spoke. By the time he placed you onto your tummy, ass sticking into the air..you had lost track of your own orgasms.. “You took ‘fucking me to sleep’ literally. How the hell was I supposed to stay quiet?” To which he could do nothing but softly chuckle. Even of his own admission, he knew he was on an entirely different level then..but those days were far behind you both. No longer were the nights of reckless, alcohol fueled hookups with nothing but lust on your minds..they were instead replaced by passionate love making sessions as a result of being wine drunk and dancing around in your kitchen to R&B. No need to silence yourselves or be inconspicuous…you had a space all your own and you were going to use it as you saw fit. Including moaning and screaming your husband’s name so loudly that you’d wake your slightly distant neighbors.

”But we don’t have to worry about that anymore…I mean, we can fuck each other like animals if we wanted. We can do this whenever we feel like it..”

the statement, as outrageous as it sounded, was true! (Y/N) would burst into a giggle as those words and reality sank in. “Yeah, you’re right. Just one of the many great things about being married and in your own space.” It was something about that sentiment that made him speed up. As if the reality that he was spending an eternity with you made him tick. The same occurred when you called him ‘husband, hubby’ or told him that you can’t wait to have his baby someday. It was something that he never would have imagined to be true. Reaching back, (y/n) ran your fingertips across his face whilst pulling him into a kiss.

“I love you, (y/n)..so much, baby..”

“I love you more, Ace..”

just then, those movements became a bit sporadic and your body began to jolt around, breath catching in the back of your throat..it was beginning to make your head spin and eyes dilate; trailing to the back of your head. “Ah—you’re close, pretty girl. I can feel it. Don’t worry, I am too. I’m about to bust, honestly.” admitting just as you felt that cock twitch and pulsate inside of you. Those walls began to constrict and there was no way you were going to let him pull out. With that coy little smile stretching across your face, you’d instruct him to do exactly that.

“Well you know where I want it…”

“Yeah? Tell me then, sweetheart. Where do you want me to come?”

he could almost sense the desperation in your tone. Especially when you begin to curse or get louder.

“Nut in me..nut in this fucking pussy, please..”

“That’s more like it..”

He knew it was a sign that you were reaching your peak. However, his plans didn’t include either of you stopping. For a split moment, he’d bring that hand back to your throat and squeeze a bit tighter than the first time around. Meanwhile, your tongues clashed once more and engaged in a bout of sloppy, nasty kisses.

The two of you would laugh from delirium setting in and the impending orgasms. That’s when he’d instruct you to release at the same time and once that climax came, neither of you could contain yourselves. Ace would halt altogether and you were trembling as streams of warm juices came spilling down your legs and onto him.

“Oh my God!..I’m coming!..fucking coming—“

“Me too! Oh shit..”

with that, you were stuffed to the brim with your husband’s seed. His entire face went blank and those brown eyes trailed to the back of his skull. “Oh my gosh, yes!” The warm liquid filling the inside of your womb and that fat cock of his still pulsating for seconds after inside of you. He’d hold you close to him as he tried to get himself under control..shaking, breathless and sweating profusely, Ace removed the dark hairs plastered to his forehead before looking down to examine you. Only to be met with that beautiful smile and adorable laughter.

“What’s so funny?” To which you’d respond with the most innocuous yet hilarious answer.

“Oh nothing. You should’ve just seen your face. You looked like you were having an exorcism.” That laughter only becomes heartier as the thought sets in. One thing he had come to learn about his precious (y/n), was that you loved to laugh. Even at his own expense sometimes! Cracking jokes and poking fun at one another was just a part of your love language though. It’s what made the relationship so joyous and healthy. Even so, he had to get his revenge for that one!..

“And who’s fault might that be, woman? You’re the one who was begging me to do it.”

“I don’t recall.”

your sense of humor was certainly something to be admired. Sometimes, Ace didn’t know whether to take you seriously. Just one of the many joys of being in a relationship with you.

“Yeah, sure you don’t. Such a brat.” Scoffing and chuckling to himself as he kept marking your neck with kisses. Meanwhile, his hands had returned to your breasts and continued to grope gently. He’d release soft grunts, almost like rough moans whilst feeling you up.

“But you love it though.”

“Damn right I do..I can’t get enough..”

That much was evident by the way his hands roamed and caressed your body. He obviously hadn’t been fully satisfied, despite pumping you full of his cum just moments ago. He was almost certain to overstimulate himself and be knocked out for another four hours afterwards but it was a valiant sacrifice he was willing to endure just to have you once again. It wasn’t something that alluded you by any means..if anything, you didn’t help matters at all by gently bouncing your ass against his crotch. Even with that cock still nestled inside of you, you could still maneuver around. Which elicited another set of whimpers from your husband. Causing him to even whisper in your ear.

“Yes..fuck. Move that ass on me. Just like that...”

“You’re still so hard..”

it was painfully obvious that he hadn’t quite sated that ravenous appetite for you..and you hadn’t quite had enough. Despite being filled to the brim. Reluctantly, he’d pull out of you and drag a trail of that warm seed along with him. However, it wasn’t the end of your early morning fun…

“Flip over f’r me, I’m not done..”

It was something about that slight aggression in his tone that really aroused you. Hell, it even caused you to twitch as you followed his instructions. Just as you were maneuvering, he’d feed your plump ass cheek a hard smack before gently grasping the back of your neck.

“On your stomach, baby..there we go..”

once you were positioned just as he hoped, Ace would then follow suit and readjust so that he was on his knees and planted behind you. With those hips and asscheeks slightly raised, he’d stretch your arms outright before pinning them to the mattress. That thick cock rested atop your backside, slowly teasing the visible entrance. You were still leaking traces of his nut and something about the sight gave him the incessant urge to fill you with more.

“I swear..you’re so perfect. I don’t know how or what I did to deserve you but…I’m so happy you’re mine..”

those sweet nothings were followed by a soft grunt and a trail of kisses, slowly marking your spine. He’d bend down and place gentle pecks from your shoulders, to the top of your back and eventually reach the center. Each one eliciting a moan from (y/n).

“I know it may seem selfish..hell, a little greedy. But I just can’t get enough of you, pretty girl. I’m so fucking in love with you…I don’t know if I could survive if you weren’t here..” his profane language almost mimicked that of love drunken confessions. However, he was completely sober and meant every bit of what he uttered.

“Aww..you mean that, baby?..”

“Every word, sweetheart..every…single..word.”

Answering you as he slowly glided back into your inviting warmth. That sloppy cunt greeting him with a sloshing sound and pop as he stuffed you full once more. Once he was nestled about halfway, that swollen tip began prodding your insides and stimulating you. Even reaching a hand under to rub that clit again.

“You look so pretty when you’re all fucked out like this..that look on your face, it’s so hot…” doting on you even as he fed you those deep, slightly rough paced strokes. His hips snapped with each movement, sucking his teeth to try and maintain his composure. When he got like this, he was less concerned with making love and more so fucking the shit out of you!…

“I know how much you hate when I pull on that beautiful hair…but you love getting choked..gets you so much wetter, doesn’t it?” Spoken as if he didn’t know each and everyone of your ticks.

“Yes!..keep pounding this pussy, daddy. Faster..”. Begging him to increase his speed as he wrapped a hand around your throat. The band of his silver watch grazes your skin in the process. You were both becoming incredibly vocal and louder. Which meant that those orgasms were making a return for round two. It was only a matter of time before your bodies collapsed but for now, you were going to enjoy every second of this lust filled ride! Even shortly reminiscing on how the two of you woke up in this same manner on your first trip to Bali, just before filming a travel blog for it.

“Yeah? That’s what you want? Want me to fuck you faster, baby?” Rhetorically questioning as he increased his speed and roughened that pace. Even feeding your ass two heavy slaps yet again. He was trying to maintain his composure but just couldn’t quite hold it together! “God, yes! Right there…don’t stop!..”His hips snapped sporadically and before long, he was buried to the hilt inside of your fertile cunt. He knew the possibility of impregnating you was very likely and even so, Ace couldn’t resist the urge to pour every drop of his seed into you. Flat against that mattress, you’d gasp for breath and continue to plead for harder strokes. You were yet again on the brink of a climax and you needed his assistance to get there.

“Reach down and rub your clit, pretty girl..hurry up.” Strands of hair fell slack against his forehead, courtesy of the copious amounts of sweat beaded around your forehead. You’d heed his instruction and curl your hand underneath your belly. Tracing tiny circles around that aching bud, (y/n) wailed and cried out as your husband’s throbbing cock was pulsating inside of you. He was always so keen and aware of your body, including when you were on the brink of collapsing. Leaning down, he’d mumble against your ear; his own voice becoming drowsy and spent from all of this activity.

“..Same time…don’t hold back, okay?” With a heavy nod and shallow breaths, you’d find yourselves mimicking your actions from only moments ago, allowing your juices to splatter the sheets and his cum to paint those greedy walls. Seconds later, you’d both collapse to the mattress and in each other’s embrace with a barrage of kisses. Riding out those climatic highs into the sweet bliss of afterglow..your husband would cusp your cheek in the palm of his hands, just to catch one more glimpse of that beautiful face. Whilst those thick ropes finished pumping into you. Even after all of the lust filled, sensual moments and amazing sex, it was that moment alone and ones like them to remind him that life couldn’t get any better than this.

“Here, let’s stay like this for a little while…let me hold you.” His voice lowered to that of a comforting tone. He’d feel the warmth of your tears on his chest and knew that the overstimulation had taken its toll. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. You did amazing… ‘m so proud of you.” But he’d remain here as long as he needed to. After all, it was his favorite place in the world and where he felt the safest. Life may not have begun with the easiest path and it was a bit difficult sometimes…but every single day, he was committed to growing, becoming a better man so that even when things became hard, he was still softer with you!

[thicctails]

△Early Morning Comfort△

Get Better Children won the poll (I'm not surprised, y'all love those tragic triangles, huh?) so here's a little piece about one of the times Scalene and Euclid had to take care of Dipper and Mabel!

The babies were crying again.

Scalene watched the doorway even as she glided across the walls of the nursery, listening for the sound of footsteps. They almost never came, especially not lately, but she had to be sure before she decided to pull herself into the 3D plane. It was something she'd like to avoid, if she could.

Unfortunately, the hallway remained silent, and little Mabel and Mason continued to wail, their pudgy faces scrunched up in discontent. Scalene looked over at her husband and found that he was looking right back at her. They shared a knowing look, and Scalene took a deep breath.

The transition from the second dimension to the third was anything but fun. The red triangle couldn't help but wince as she felt her flesh and exoskeleton rush to adapt to the sudden change, muscles and bones knitting together to keep her organs from spilling out onto the floor. Her injuries screamed and flickered rapidly, small droplets of blood welling up around the edges. Then, without any fanfare, it was over, and the pain was replaced by a sense of vertigo that almost sent her toppling over.

After a few moments of breathing and readjusting to the feeling of being three dimensional, Scalene floated towards the twins, peering down into the crib. Euclid was already trying to soothe Mabel, so she focused her attention on Mason, her little Dipper. Using her one remaining hand, she gently ran her fingers through his wispy hair, shushing him softly. She was beginning to wonder if this would be another night where their more human forms were needed, but the little boy began to settle when he cracked a sleepy eye open and saw the loving face of his caregiver.

His twin wasn't far behind, content to simply gnaw on Euclid's hat, which she had somehow managed to grab. Her husband merely crinkled his eyes in affectionate amusement, happy to have appeased the infant.

"They're so easy to settle." Scalene mused aloud as she gently traced the constellation birthmark beneath her thumb. She looked towards the door again, a glowing pulse of angry crimson flashing across her form for a moment, "I don't know why they even bothered to have offspring if they didn't want to care for them. They were blessed with twins, yet you would think them childless."

"I'm not sure they meant to reproduce, my darling. They seem to be rather young compared to the other parental humans we've seen." Euclid replied, gently tucking a soft blanket around Mabel, who wrapped a wrinkly fist around his hand. Euclid's eyes sparkled, and he let out a quiet hum, "Still, that's no excuse to neglect these two little stars. I wish they would find someone more suited to care for them."

"As do I." Scalene sighed, "They deserve much more than what they've got, more than we can give them."

A comfortable silence settled over the nursery, broken occasionally by the twins' babbling. As the clock ticked quietly in the corner, Mabel and Mason settled back down to sleep, leaving the two Euclideans as the only awake beings in the house.

"Do you think Bill would have liked them?"

Scalene startled slightly at the question and turned towards Euclid, who was gently petting Mabel's head as he eased his hat free from her grasp, unused to hearing her husband bring up their son. It was a painful topic for both of them, and it was rare for his name to be spoken aloud.

Scalene pondered the question, thinking about how her little stargazer had been in his youth, and how he'd been before... The accident. He'd been bright, curious, creative and more than a little mischievous. He'd been different, special, though not many had seen it that way. All he'd wanted was to show them the stars.

She looked down at Mason's birthmark and remembered the awe she'd felt when she realized that the boy had been marked by the stars.

"Yeah," she managed to rasp out, "I think he would have."

[raz-writes-the-thing]

request. headcanons for simon price x reader who fucking DEMOLISHED their knees biking for several hours straight help me -🐉

so i know you probably meant Simon Riley x Reader but I'm just gonna do my own thing with this and give you both Simon and John hcs. A twofer if you will hehe x

(thank you for this im foaming for cod reqs)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader hcs

Simon would think your complaining was the most annoying yet cutest thing ever. He'd for sure mock you (affectionately) about it, too.

"Poor baby, eh? Your poor legs are tired, oh, what a shame."

^ he says while massaging your muscles to help ease the pain for you. Despite his mockery, he's not going to just sit there and watch you in pain.

If you've got bruises on your knees he will kiss them better and go get you frozen peas out of the freezer to put on them.

"Don't need these swelling up on us, love."

Followed by him propping you up and making you both a cup of tea.

Don't get him wrong, though, he's still going to be making fun of you for the next several days and forcing you to stretch your muscles even when you don't want to.

In the morning he would run you a warm bath and tell you to get in. While you're in there, he'd make the two of you breakfast (it's terrible- Simon cannot make food, bless him)

Simon sets you both at the dinner table, takes one bite, spits it out and dumps both of your food in the bin. He tells you to stay put and goes into town to pick you both up food.

He'd offer to take you with but he seriously doubts that your knees would like the rumble of his bike.

John Price x GN!Reader

John is much softer about it all. He'd come in and see you wincing and immediately ask what's going on.

After you tell him you went a little overboard on the biking, he'd chuckle and set you down on the benchtop, encouraging you to stop making dinner.

"Sit there a minute, gorgeous. Have you put ice on them yet? No, why not y'goose, eh? Alright, love. There you go. All better, yeah?"

He'd crowd in between your legs and hold the ice packs in place for you. He'd give you a couple cheeky neck kisses, chuckle gruffly into your neck when you gasp and then tell you to sit tight while he finishes making your dinner.

He'd hand you your dinner and you'd both eat it at the bench. You sitting on the bench happily chewing away (if a bit tired) and John leaning up against the cabinets.

Once you're both done, he'd put the dishes away and pick you up, delighting in your squabbling about how you can, in fact, walk, thank you very much, Captain Price.

He'd put you gently down on the lounge first before lifting your legs gingerly and sitting down with them in his lap. He'd put one of your favourite shows on and sit there quietly massaging your feet and legs.

"Sorry, darlin'- got to keep the blood flowing. I know it's uncomfortable now, but trust me, you'll thank me later."

He definitely falls asleep that way, hand still around your calf and head thrown back. Ungodly loud snores escaping him.

In the morning you're still sore, but it's not as bad as it was the night before and Price spends all day pampering you and taking care of you anyway.

[givekennyabreak]

"I'll take care of you." (Platonic!Victor Kavanaugh x gn!sick!reader HCs)

Summary: You're down with allergies and your friend Victor is worried.

Request: "Maybe some sickfic, if you’re up for it? I could see Victor sharing a space with the Reader (platonically, of course) and/or letting them share part of the room given that it’s probably the quietest space in Colony House.

I’d love a little bit of Kenny/Reader too, if you want to throw some of that into the mix.

Something something “I don’t want anyone else in here, Vic, they’re all way too fucking loud—“ and both of them knowing Kenny is the one exception."

Rating: T

Pairings: best friend!Victor Kavanaugh x reader; Kenny Liu x reader

Warnings: mentions of allergies, 2nd person POV, lil Kenny x Reader <3, a small suggestive phrase, no spoilers, mentions of tea and medicine

"I'm not sick." you said, sniffling and holding in a cough as your throat itched like hell

Victor was unimpressed, to say the least. he was used to seeing you like this at least three times a year

(every time the weather changed, it triggered your allergies and got you hacking your lungs out)

as you guys shared a bedroom, he always knew when you were going to get them sniffles - the first batch of 15 sneezes in a row when you woke up one morning was the main sign

you always slept on a mattress on the floor, right beside Victor's bed, as it helped with back pain (you're young, but the throes of old age come fast)

when he hears you sniffling, the first thing he does is haul you up onto the bed with him by your arms, sharing a few blankets with you (not all of them. you can't hog them all)

when he notices it's not a cold, though, he's relieved - shooing you from his bed, bluntly as ever /affectionate

he does get a little worried if the symptoms don't fade within a couple days; it usually gets better quickly, with you sucking on lemons and using a warm towel over your face to help with the nasal congestion

when it perdures, Victor gets scared. By the fourth day, man's pacing in front of his bed and your mattress, mumbling "i think you're gonna die soon", with frantic eyes

you end up sitting on the bed with him, reassuring him it's all gonna be okay, this one is just a longer reaction to the weather change

"I used to get these long bouts the whole time when i lived in the city. i'm gonna be okay, promise"

he makes a blanket fort for the both of you, as a way to ward off the bad allergy spirits

lets no one get near you, nor lets you leave Colony House.

"no, you're going to inhale road dust and it'll get worse"

"Victor, it's not how it works-"

"if you leave i'll get donna"

"...fine"

you're room bound for a while, so a few of your friends come by (the ones Victor deem safe for you to get in contact with)

mari and kristi check on you on the first few days, and recommend a few teas that will help

"chamomile, ginger and cinnamon for the inflammation." mari said, glancing at victor. "i trust your companion will help you with that."

at some point your body was exhausted from the non-stop sneezing and coughing, you just wanted to lay down and rest in silence the whole day, but victor brought you a visitor

"there's someone here for u" "vic, i'm about to murder anyone who makes a sound near me" "not this one"

victor is blunt, honest to a fault and a little childish, due to his history, but the man wasn't dumb

so, when your eyes lit up as kenny walked in with a mug of tea in hands, victor smiled.

"my mom sent u this. she said it's bad for you to stay cooped up here"

that legit brought tears to your eyes. bless tian-chen and her heart

you drank the whole thing in a heartbeat. kenny stayed to talk - but it didn't annoy you.

victor didn't leave the two of you alone, though. he sat on a chair in the corner of the room

he knew what people who looked at each other like you and kenny did when left alone in a room.

(you were still very much too awkward to even admit your feelings, though.)

a few days after that, you were finally good to go! breathing normally, no sneezing or coughing, no body ache

Victor is so relieved he actually pulls you outside.

"i missed going outside. couldn't come because of you"

dude is blunt but means well.

you laugh out loud at that. "i missed coming outside too, Vic"

he'd drag you to the diner to eat pancakes to celebrate freedom

kristi and kenny joined the both of you at your booth <3

tian-chen put a couple more pancakes in your plate

"you have to get stronger. no more allergies"

you smile and thank her, while kenny bumps his shoulder into yours

he steals a pancake from you

and you don't complain, because a few minutes after you leave the diner

you find out pancake flavored kisses are actually quite pleasant.

up the road, victor smiles to himself.

[fletchingbrilliant]

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hey frens got something kinda somber to talk about. most of you are very aware of the existence of my beautiful fiance and co-creator of basically everything i do. zae and i are getting handfasted (marriage for pagans) in october, and have been living together for about 10 years. in 2021, zae got really fucking sick, and after a few false starts, was diagnosed with a rare for of vasculitis called granulomatosis with polyangiitis, GPA for short. it’s an autoimmune disease that causes inflammation in blood vessels and other tissues, ultimately stopping blood from getting to the parts of the body that need it, affecting many areas, but primarily the respiratory system. while the cause isn’t known, it usually presents in people in their 50’s or 60’s, but complications from a third bout of covid-19 appears to have made it emerge way earlier for our boy. at least, that’s what we think. his case is extremely aggressive, advancing faster than anyone could have expected. in zae’s case, it actually attacked his kidneys first, and then went after his lungs, causing both to threaten shutting down for good. he was extremely anemic and needed a ton of transfusions, narrowly avoiding dialysis, and we spent weeks in the hospital keeping him alive. he was placed on two different kinds of chemotherapy to combat the disorder. he lost his hair, went through even more fatigue and pain on top of what the disease had already put him through, and had to accept a plethora of changes to his life that will last forever. a lot of you out there have harrowing experiences of your own when it comes to chronic and potentially terminal conditions, too, I’m certain. “it’s not fun” is an understatement. though there were a couple of really fucking close calls, zae’s GPA went into remission. his hair grew back fuller and more luscious than it had ever been before. (i later learned these are affectionately referred to as “chemo curls.”) remission for gpa is usually expected to last at least 5 years, potentially up to 20, before any symptoms resurface. but zae’s case was particularly aggressive, so of course he’s not so lucky. he’s relapsing now. his symptoms have been slowly returning, and it’s been decided that he’s going back on chemo. it’s no surprise that this shit is expensive, even with insurance. we’re still paying off the care he received last time because ‘murca. being disabled myself, work has been… let’s call it inconsistent, yeah? yeah, that’s a nice and comfortable thing to call it. no one’s doing well financially these days, so we of course have to get creative. long story short(er), i’m doing a commission special! for the next MONTH, i am offering fast commissions at crazy-low prices to try and help us create a cushion to keep us afloat and relatively comfortable while we begin the chemo process again. there’s several options for a variety of budgets, because i really hate the idea of seeking something for nothing, and i absolutely abhor having to reach out in this way. it makes me feel vulnerable and icky and… i’m sure you all understand that, too. i can’t thank you all enough just for following me, and engaging with mine and zae’s work. it may sound trite, but that really makes a difference to us, especially when we’re dealing with something so painful. so if you can’t or don’t want to partake of the sale, please know that you are still a huge help to us, and we seriously appreciate each and every one of you. like, so fucking much. thanks y’all love, fletch

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[lutawolf]

“My Stand In” Episode 7 opinion and commentary.

esinegerp asked:

Lovely Luta, I just got caught up on My Stand In … I do love some tortured tears from a toxic boy who is now learning a painful lesson.  Please bless me with some commentary on the latest episode.

So here I am!

I would like to start by emphasizing that Ming is not a good person. Now, that doesn't imply a lack of affection towards him. I am merely highlighting the obvious to ensure that everyone is aware that I am not blind to his shortcomings. He exhibits sporadic instances of kindness; however, please note that this does not make him a considerate individual. He is not a nice person, but a person who can be kind.

This makes him an almost villainous love interest, which I appreciate. I genuinely appreciate that he is not our typical main lead. He is a selfish asshole, who does what he wants without regard to feelings. Unless he cares about you, which is rare. There are few who can get past his trust issues for him to care. Which is why he is in the conundrum that he is in. He doesn't trust people and likes even fewer. Ming’s instincts are telling him to trust Joe, but his typical distrust is getting in the way. 

Let's start this episode off by discussing the agreement between Joe and Ming. Ming is required to buy Joe's mother a house and pay her medical expenses. Does that include a housekeeper/caretaker? Cause that is who Joe and his mother are greeted by when they arrive at the new home. Is that stipulated in the agreement? I have my doubts, yet here she is. Allow me to explain. It could be inferred that Joe is responsible for obtaining her. However, it is worth noting that he is not the same Joe who possessed some wealth. And he likely expended the majority of the funds he had earned on the initial hospital payment that he had to make prior to Ming's arrival.

Now to the next scene. That kindness and assholishness is being shown right off the bat because Ming immediately.  The question, “Have you eaten?” is the kindness. But then, knowing his character, you can imagine that he is asking why he cares while he is nodding in reply to Joe. Which is why he so rudely throws the towel and tells him to take a shower.

I want you to look at the body language and expressions here. One conveys dissatisfaction, whereas the other expresses regret. When I say that Ming is so confused, this right here shows it. He feels immediate regret for hurting Joe, but he doesn't know why. This further agitates him. That's the thing to not forget, he can feel Joe in there, but his brain is telling him it's not true. Wouldn't you second guess yourself on that, too? Plus, he's being told that Joe is alive. So here he is in a pull and push game. Pulling him near because he can feel Joe in there but pushing him away because Joe is alive and this can't possibly be his Joe. Ming is going batshit crazy inside himself, and to be fair, he wasn't exactly sane to begin with.

That robe keeps taking me out of the scene. That is the tackiest wardrobe pick.

Oh, this scene kills me, but I think it expresses what I've been trying to say. Both of them are going through hell, but we tend to sympathize with Joe because he's not an asshole, and we know what happened. We also get to see his perspective, whereas we are left piecing it together with Ming.

Ming is an asshole, but the boy has been alone for two years, wallowing in guilt. He is clearly lonely and touched starved. Before, he was affectionate to the people he cared about, but now we've observed that he's really kept the people at arms length now. Not nearly as handsy with Tong as previous. He might not know to hate or blame Tong yet, but he knows that he was a source of discomfort for his Joe. He's living out the ideology that his Joe will come back, so he is trying to set everything in place for that. Furthermore, he is now in showbiz when he never wanted to be before. He is doing that so wherever Joe is, he'll eventually see him and recognize him. He does the watch commercial featuring the watch his Joe got him, just in case Joe might see it from wherever he is and know that Ming is waiting.

Everything Ming has shown thus far is that he truly believes that Joe is alive and will eventually come back to him. So why is he pulling this Joe close when it goes against what he believes? He doesn't have the answer to that either.

Ming is clearly disappointed to be waking to an empty bed.

Let us revisit the agreement once more as we watch Ming watch Joe make breakfast. Currently, Joe is intended to serve as a substitute boyfriend for a duration of one year. There is no mention of making breakfast in the agreement I heard. Yet here is Joe, making Ming breakfast. Until told otherwise, I'm working under the assumption that Joe felt the need to make Ming breakfast. If so, that speaks volumes, now, doesn't it?

Ming tells Joe to hurry back, that he'll wait for him. There is almost a softening to him here. All the flashbacks getting to him, or does he feel Joe more at this moment?

Sol makes Joe a main character. Does Sol finally feel Joe, or is he just finally moving on and he has a type? I would like to remind everyone that Ming immediately felt Joe, while Sol didn't. So right now I'm working under the assumption that Sol is moving on, and he has a type. Which isn't a bad thing, in the real world we would want someone to move on and find happiness.

Oh, no! Sol recognized his back!

Joe is trying to put that distance up. Is it for himself? Or is it for Ming? Both maybe? He can't possibly miss that he is basically reliving his past at this point.

Shit, suspicious Sol. Joe, you are a terrible liar, and you are also suspicious. “Even in death, misfortune still finds him.”

Sol is now asking himself, how you knew Joe had misfortune in life.

Allow me to point out that Joe is polite to Ming, but not to Sol. When he answered his phone, he didn't say, “Please excuse me.” As he does with Ming.

Sol taking the phone from Joe… That was strictly to antagonize Ming, who he holds responsible for Joe's death. He is seeing the past repeat itself as well. Sol is taking this all in.

The way Joe so quickly takes the phone away to make the conversation private. Barely puts up an argument. Now we could say this is due to Ming paying for his mother and that would be true. However, Joe could at least be a little bit of an asshole, but not once is he. He put a little argument in there, but quickly caved and stayed respectful the whole time. He is trying to put distance by using Mr. Ming, but it isn't working well.

Ahh, look at Joe puzzling it out. “A new life… but why do I feel like everything... Is going back the way it was?”

I love Wut and their friendship.

Hahahahahahahah! Serves the dick right for not being recognized. I can only imagine this is the friend that mom doesn't like. I love Joe's witty remarks back. It appears that both men, named Joe, don't have great taste in men, but at least Ming loves Joe. If he had known it was him laying in the hospital, he would have been there every day. Tharn doesn't give one shit about Joe.

Mom and Joe's relationship is everything. He is really soaking up the motherly love he'd missed out on. Aww… She's so cute. She's just happy to have her son back, but she still feels the need to protect him. I get that on cellular level. Until you are a parent yourself to an older child, you don't realize how hard parenting is. This is when you start desperately looking around for an instruction book, and then you realize there isn't one. Even me with my counseling knowledge am clueless and have messed up, but I try. I tell my kids, I'm giving this parenting thing my all, but ultimately, they'll still have to see a therapist for something I did.

I love, love, the empathy of Joe. He feels so bad for the Joe2 that there are tears in his eyes. He feels for his new mom and the pain of what Joe2 went through.

“Right now, the only person I love is sitting right here with me.” I'm not crying, you're crying. He really is such a lovely human being.

Ming questing Joe about the accident and if he dreamed of anyone. He knows the two men are connected, but he isn't sure how.

Joe packing for Ming. Is that part of the agreement? Is Joe just Ming's to be ordered any way he wants. Let's say that's true, Joe could still push back, but he doesn't. Just because of the situation with his mother doesn't mean he couldn't at least give attitude, but he quickly agrees.

What do you mean, Luta…? Just look at this scene. He sees the watch and he is taken back. Ming comes in and tells him to go away, but Joe puts up a fuss. He might have still left, but he initially gave attitude at being told to leave and not finish packing. Are you guys picking up on that?

Now look. Joe expresses his feelings and opinion on sleeping with the crew and Ming, while not happy about it, doesn't argue. Are you guys catching what I'm saying? Ming is most definitely the Dominant one in this relationship; however, Joe isn't an unwilling submissive. He isn't just going along with things because he has to.

Haha! Face it, Tong, you just aren't as important as you once were. Sorry, not sorry, Joe is more significant. Tong's shock at Ming just getting up and leaving him is lovely. Oh, how I hate Tong.

Everybody is hating Ming, and I'm over here hating Tong. We are not the same.

Jealous, jealous, boy. Look at Ming being his usual jelly self. He wants to know who that boy was.

See! See Joe standing up for himself and what he wants. Their agreement doesn't mean that Ming owns Joe, and Joe doesn't have say. Which means Joe is doing things for Ming of his own free will.

Dude, how has Joe not gotten caught yet!

Lonely, Ming doesn't know how to say he is lonely.

I adore how rude Joe is being to Tharn. Have I mentioned that I hate Tharn?

Um... How does such a short ass boy overpower such a muscular man. I mean it can happen but not in this way. This scene really wasn't executed well.

Okay, so now they're fighting, but it's like Joe really gets Ming. He knows Ming's jealousy now, so he is trying to come in with calmness and sense. Unlike previously, but Ming triggers him. Because Tong is Joe's trigger. He triggers Ming with his words, and it does trigger Ming. Because he knows this is something his Joe would have felt. Ming does what he has always done when triggered with unfamiliar emotions he can't understand, which is to angrily lash out and say the most hateful things. “I bought you so you could wag your tail for me. Not bite me like this.” But in that hate is a confession. Ming is saying that those words hurt him. He is being more communicative than he typically is with anyone, even previous Joe.

Joe is pissed off for not being heard and then being dismissed as a sex toy. He is spewing anger. He is pissed off, but he never once fights Ming. Now in real life this wouldn't fly, and active participation is required to have consent. However, we aren't talking about real life but art and with that, we have to read between the lines.

At one point, Joe clutches Ming's arm. Clutching, not pushing him away. Remember, we've seen what Joe looks like when he doesn't want to have sex. Just previously, he was fighting Tharn. We aren't seeing that here. Now his face says he isn't happy, but this feels more like angry fucked up sex to me. And yes, that is a thing.

And here comes Tong, to add his annoying voice to the mix and not letting us see how they would resolve their anger.

Joe is pissed off that Tong is interrupting. Look, play back the scene. We can see Joe is not happy, and he is grappling with his feelings in the midst of this fucked up sex session, but the minute we hear Tong's voice, there is pain and sorrow. Then when Ming stops and answers the door, and says it's nothing. His anger snaps, but his negative feelings towards Ming are nothing compared to his rage at Tong. I repeated this scene five times and yeah, that is what I saw each time. Notice, though, as he says excuse me, he does not look at Tong as he is leaving. He is forcibly not looking at Tong.

That little smile of self deprecation on Ming's lips and the way he shoves away from the door.

OMG, but I love that Joe throws Tharn out. Just loses his shit and tosses him out in the hallway.

You mean you would like him to hang all over you again, Tong. Look at how Ming is putting up that wall and distance. Finally! Give it to Tong, Ming!

Oh, these two broken men.

“Make me a coffee, too.” And Joe does, no questions. There is hesitation, some grappling with his feelings. Yet, he makes Ming coffee and with care too, the way he knows he likes. Remember, we've established this isn't a part of the agreement, so he doesn't have to. He could have said, no, make it yourself and walked away. Instead, he makes it and then walks away. He made a point with that polite excuse me and walk away.

So Tong took the credit and didn't let Joe have it last time. That explains why Ming was such an idiot about not knowing, that of course, that was Joe's back. It wasn't just Tong saying he did it, he actually took credit for it in on the show credits. Have I mentioned that I hate Tong?

Now Ming knows. Let the devastation begin.

The way that everyone just watches Ming have a mental breakdown. Are they used to it now? And the way Joe just stood there and listened. He ate that shit up, but the boy has such low self-esteem that I'm sure later he'll make an excuse for this.

Ahhh, I need the next episode now.

Well, that's the end of my commentary. I hope you enjoyed it!

[questionablemorally]

Okay, I lied, I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to do something for a Sebagni fic but I genuinely have no energy…

Instead how about some more Sebagni HCs so I can make up for it? And I will get to ACTUALLY writing a modern au for them… eventually!

So, as always, here’s some HCs for the ship that has my heart currently - warning: this one contains nsfw under the cut so please, please no minors.

Agni is a very affectionate person everywhere - he loves showering Sebastian with compliments and talking about him to everyone, and he’s a fan of PDA. However, Sebastian is a lot more reserved on this - he will absolutely speak well on Agni if he’s brought up in conversation, and he will lean into Agni’s touch, but he’s mainly affectionate in privacy, to maintain his aesthetic. He has no problem teasing the other in public, though.

They barely ever argue or disagree, as they have similar opinions on the things they normally talk about, and what Seb does disagree with Agni on, he is instead shown a new perspective that leaves him thinking more deeply about it.

Saying this, when they do argue (which, again, I couldn’t see them doing often. It would be a very rare and unfortunate occurrence), everyone notices how Agni is a lot more anxious and a little impatient, and Seb is a LOT more irritable and snappy.

Ciel and Soma are like their adopted children. Whenever the two get into trouble as kids do, Sebastian is the one they face lecturing from. Agni makes sure they are okay, but isn’t ever harsh on them, so Seb has to be strict for the both of them.

They are very protective over one another. Agni in the sense that he really cares for everyone in his life, and Seb in the sense that it’s ‘his human’. So if somebody insults/upsets one of them, they should watch their back.

As far as relationships in kuroshitsuji go, theirs is genuinely pretty healthy (or as healthy as it can be). I feel like if Agni did actually know Sebastian is a demon, he might be surprised, sure, but otherwise not really bothered about it. He is of the firm belief that anyone can change and be a good person - just as he did - so, even if Seb is a being of sin, he would still love and protect him.

One time, Soma flung the doors to Agni’s room open in the morning, and was shocked to see Sebastian sitting in Agni's bed, wrapped in his khansama's arms as they had been enjoying the early hours together. The prince may be young and energetic, but he wasn't about to separate the two - who he thought were so clearly soulmates - so he immediately apologised and left.

In terms of their sex life, Agni is really soft. He likes praising his partners, kissing them gently, taking his time, and I could see him doing body worship. Sebastian sometimes manages to convince Agni to be a bit more rough with him but, surprisingly (to himself too), he enjoys the praise a lot more than he’d expected...

Aftercare is Agni’s expertise. He tends to feel really guilty if Seb mentions any pain after their nights together, and is so sweet with him right afterwards - cuddling, bringing him water, cleaning them both up, immediately tending to any wounds… even just light bruises.

Agni loves it when Sebastian rides him. To him, it’s like the ideal position - facing each other, close proximity to allow for kisses or touches, etc. As soon as Seb learnt this, he also found out that, to get Agni flustered and heated quickly, he just had to straddle him. He uses this way too much, and it still works every time.

Sebastian doesn’t have many stand-out preferences, but there are a few that catch him off guard. One of these, Agni learnt, is fingering - especially while kissing. Seb prides himself on his physical self-control, so both were just a little concerned when he started shaking and gasping into the kiss. It also helps that Agni has his blessed right hand…

Last, quick one: Agni often cries in the act, and Seb finds this incredibly endearing.

That’s it for now, thank you for reading and I will write the modern au fic soon! Let me know me if you want it super sweet or angsty or nsfw etc. I don’t mind, I need to practise more lol.

[kdogreads]

My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

[ironwoman359]

Hey so like I’ve been following ur blog since my sanders sides days but like genuinely wondering, what fandoms r u in now?

oh gosh, well hi! Thanks for sticking around so long ^.^

It's kinda hard to answer what fandoms I'm *in* per say, because I don't really participate in any particular communities as heavily as I did in the sanders sides community back in the late teens and early twenties, but this is the stuff I'm into/writing right now!

I've started reading books again! I've become one of those "reads 100 books a year" people with a storygraph and a big spreadsheet and an aesthetic book journal and everything, it's really fun. If anyone wants book recs please encourage me I will dump a whole list on you.

The fan community I'm actually participating in a bit right now is the cosmere fandom (fantasy books by brandon sanderson), as I'm in a fandom discord server for that with @mug-of-beans. Currently reading Words of Radiance and losing my mind (affectionate).

I'm writing a Skyrim fanfiction that is my pride and joy, and I recently went into a fugue state and wrote a Battinson oneshot? Batfam is one of those fandoms that I exist in tertiarily (other such fandoms include dp x dc, gravity falls, and good omens), because I follow people who reblog it a lot and I'm in some discord servers that have a lot of those fans as well.

Speaking of Discord servers, I still feel at least a little part of the Sanders Sides fandom (even though I haven't actually consumed any new official content since WTIT), mostly because of my friends who still are active in the fandom, namely @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors whose fanfiction I am almost more a fan of than the original work at this point, and I'm in a couple different servers with la and several other of my sanders sides mutuals (some are, like me, less active in tss stuff these days but we all met because of sanders sides and so sometimes when we hang out it still feels like a fanclub for it, in a good way).

I don't watch Thomas as much anymore but I still watch a lot of youtube! I started watching Smosh for the first time about...twoish years ago? Just in time to get used to the current cast and its dynamics and in jokes and then be body slammed along with everyone else with the one-two punch of "anthony is back" and "shortney Real Actually." I cycle through different gaming channels depending on my hyperfixations (i go on and off with markiplier, rtgame, jacksepticeye, dougdoug, current big one is game grumps), I like 2nd Try and Mythical and I love video essays. Hbomberguy, Supereyepatchwolf, Dan Olson, Sarah Z, Mandalore Gaming, FD Signifier, Noodle, MothersBasement, probably several I'm forgetting. Oh, and @mug-of-beans and I own Terminal Montage's Blessed Kirbo plush because we needed the Holiest Boy in our house.

I'm also in one of those moods lately where I write a lot for my whump sideblog, so if you enjoy watching OCs in pain then you can come join me on @ironwhumper359, I just started an interactive story where the readers vote on certain outcomes!

I'm a little bit all over the place at the moment, haha, but overall I'm really enjoying the things I'm reading, writing, watching, and the people I'm hanging out with! Thanks for your ask, I'm honored that you and so many others are still following this blog after all this time!

[theramblergal]

For @livingtheparadoxlife, who asked I write something on the twins and Krishnaa after the war.

This is gonna be long and angsty as hell, warning.

Krishnaa can barely look at her youngest two husbands nowadays.

It is no fault of their own, she knows.

But the kalachakra has spun, wreaking untold devastation across every single person, ripping their very souls out of them.

She can barely look at them together for a few seconds before she is reminded by the ghost of what is, what was, and bile rises in her throat and she has to excuse herself, their sad eyes trailing her as she flees, eyes burning.

She gets as far as the next room before she falls to her knees, chest heaving, her insides screaming for breath because every inhale chokes her with the red dust of Kurukshetra and the rank stench of rotting corpses and the metallic tang of blood even though she is hundreds of yojanas away from Kurukshetra. Her eyes do not see the gaudy wealth of the Kurus but the headless and mutilated bodies of her family.

Krishnaa Draupadi—once affectionately called Panchaali, the saubhagya of Prishata's line, is the last daughter of Panchala. The only survivor of the royal family.

She is sonless, fatherless, brotherless—

Twinless.

Dhrishtadyumna.

She cannot think about him without feeling her soul crumble into thousands of pieces, but he is never far from her thoughts.

His luminous eyes, always so full of life, glint at her from a dark corner of the room, but now they are bloodshot, listless, empty, so empty, too empty—

She had always been aware of Dhrishtadyumna through a fire-edged bond in the back of her mind, no matter the distance between them. But that connection had burned to pieces, a choked and whimpering spark being put out instead of the glorious roar of a warrior, leaving ashes drifting in the wind.

They had won.

They had won.

And then they had lost—everything.

Krishnaa had always been blessed with companionship and love beyond any normal person and she had been eternally grateful for it. But there had no one who knew her best but her twin. She had been with him from the first moment her awareness sparked into existence, cradled by the fire's womb, twin sparks in two bodies.

All her secrets, all her tears, all her joy was his—and all of his was hers.

She told him everything, things she'd never tell her husbands.

But he wasn't here anymore.

And Nakula and Sahadeva still had each other.

They were the only two of her husbands who truly understood her bond with Dhrishtadyumna. They understood what it meant to be a twin, more than she could put into words.

But they had always had each other. There was never a moment they were separated. The sons of Maadri had never been torn from the other's side—not through their exiles, their sojourns in other kingdoms, not through the battle.

And she hates that.

She hates that she hates it—hates that she hates her husbands for something so—so small.

(But it isn't small at all.)

She wants to wail, scream at fate: why were they allowed to keep their souls intact when I have burned myself over and over for them and my soul is torn into two—

You have no right to take my twin from me—

The pain is too much, please bring him back—

Please—

Have I not given enough?

A twin is a mirror, a double helix, Dhrishta had said once, orange-brown eyes smiling at her, hand warm in hers—and Nakula and Sahadeva, she and Dhrishtadyumna have always been that. Similar yet different, but always together.

She had stood alone, eyes reflecting the burning pyres of her dead family, clear vision and chin tilted, watching Nakula reach for a weeping Sahadeva—a comfort in a hand reaching in the blind darkness but knowing that they will always reach back for you.

She wanted that—needed it more than anything.

But the one who used to give her that comfort was burning on the pyre in front of her.

They had approached her a few times after that. She would not look at them. Resentment, bitter and sharp, would curdle a vicious poison in her but she could never bring herself to snap at them. Deep down, she was still their Krishnae but that part of her was lost with Panchaali.

She lets out a cry, sharp and wordless, throat choked with a thousand different emotions.

They come to her, rushing to her side.

He will never come back to her.

"Don't—" she whispers, emotions a frenzied storm in her.

"Krishnaa please—we can't see you like this—" Nakula pleads.

"Leave. Please."

"Dhrishta wouldn't want to see you like this, Krishnae.." Sahadeva murmurs.

But they respect her wishes—they always have, even when they don't want to—and leave her.

The sky is perfectly blue; the wind is soothing; the people go about their lives and the world spins on; but Krishnaa presses the back of her hand to her mouth as she weeps alone, shoulders shaking, wondering if she'll ever be able to look at her youngest two husbands without feeling the hollow emptiness of her twin's absence beside her again.

(She never will.)

[kit-williams]

To be held in your arms...

Male Lead: Roland Female Lead: Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marines Canon Status: Yes

Note: This is for everyone who requested for a prompt about Roland holding his child in his arms for the first time. Baby is going to be referred in the gender neutral as I got even amount of prompts for him holding a little boy as well as a little girl. I'll explore more of it after fluffuary.

Also thank you everyone for being so kind over this fluffuary!

He missed it and he knew it but little could pull Roland away from the front lines. While he wanted to be there for her... if he didn't go the danger that could eventually come back to the ship would certain kill her. His job was to keep his Bäckerin safe... and their new kinder. The extra hours out of the tight corridors of the heretical vessel... the rites of blessing... the rites of removing his armor... the prayers after... it all was pushed to the front of his mind to stave off the disappointment.

It was well into her sleep cycle when he can finally go and see her. The midwife leading him to the room she was now in as she goes over the medical details that he knows his Bäckerin will recount in far less of a clinical manner. The door opens silently as he feels so large in such a small room... the midwife coming over to wake her up...

"Why wake her?" He lets it slip out of his mouth.

"Feeding time." The older woman says as his Bäckerin groans looking at her glumly and exhausted.

"Just five more..." She pleads.

"And then your babe will be five more closer to dying. Come now this is the most important part." The midwife says with some warmth in her voice.

He stands there quietly as it smells like cleaning fluids and blood... it smells like her blood... hidden under the sheets and covers as she just opens the gown and presses the wriggling flesh to her breast. "Please little one latch." His Bäckerin tiredly sobs.

Part of him twitches as he watches his beloved being moved roughly as well as his child. But he can smell something... underneath the sterile smell. "There just a bit of a stubborn one. Oh you have a visitor my dear."

"I do? Who?" She says so very out of it still and the midwife just points over to him as his Bäckerin looks over her shoulder at him with those large owlish eyes surprised that in her exhausted state she didn't hear him or see him.

"I'll be back in a bit to make sure everything is fine." The midwife states as she pets her head affectionately before leaving the room.

"Roland." His Bäckerin says smiling and utterly tired.

"Bäckerin... I'm..." He shuffles awkwardly as he's not exactly sorry he missed the birth to keep her safe but.

"No need dear... there is always next time." She says smiling. "Come here... they won't bite... not for several months." She says laughing softly.

They looked so tiny... so fragile... so new... he reached a hand out before pulling back not trusting himself but he runs a finger across their back as they nurse from Bäckerin.

"I haven't named them yet... I wanted to wait for you and well I've been a bit out of it from how long it took... and the pain meds... and just... everything. " Bäckerin says with her usual carefree way of talking with him perhaps even more relaxed in tone and nature. "Take your shirt off."

He looked to his Bäckerin confused, "Bäckerin are you sure you're not still on the effects of pain medication?" Roland said with a slight joke in his voice.

"Oh most certainly I am but just do it. Its for the baby's sake. And sit down maybe lean back a bit."

"I don't see-"

"Just trust me."

Roland normally was hardly concerned about others seeing him in lack of attire... he relished his Bäckerin seeing him like this but he was heavily reminded by the midwife before she went into labor and the Chaplain that Bäckerin could not have sex for at minimum a month perhaps even two. But he sat there shirtless just watching her wobble to her feet as she rolled the medica bassinet over, "Hold me."

"Always." Roland replies just putting a hand on her side as she picked up the bundle from the bassinet.

Their eyes look so big on their small head... he remembers all the things that the midwife told him were normal and not to be mistaken as being an aberration. He watches her eyes look at his chest for an area that didn't have a port and then she laid their child on his chest.

His hearts stilled for a moment as he could feel their tiny heartbeating against their chest... they lacked a smell... besides being covered in blood and other fluids... he held his breath as this... this was their child. His eyes focused on their small little nails... he could hear their small inhales... he feels his cheeks wet as there they were... finally here.

"Hello there little one..." He says softly... in a fearful whisper as he breathes life to the next few words, "Ich bin dein Vater... oder Papa." His hearts hurt at the sudden swelling of feeling for this tiny little human that was not even a day old yet.

Roland turned his head and rested it against her side as her fingers ran through his hair with a warm smile looking down at the crying man, "Thank you.... thank you Bäckerin for giving me this."

"Well thank you for making it all happen. It takes two of us to make this." He feels her kiss his head as she uses the time he takes having the baby rest on his chest to sleep as the fear Roland had for the tiny mortal creature they made evaporated in an instant... what was the weird wriggling fleshy thing was their baby... far too soon to say what features are from whom... but he didn't care as he loved them. Just as he loved his Bäckerin and he hoped to love more while he had his time with her.

Fluffuary TagList: @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

[raayllum]

you blessed us with your overprotective callum hcs, so now i must ask...

girlfriend of the year rayla. smitten rayla. rayla, guardian of her scrunkly little guy.

but srsly your headcanons have me ASCENDING

Rayla is the embodiment of "excuse me he asked for no pickles" especially since Callum is more laid back / diplomatic in nature (most of the time) so he's more willing to roll over like "no no it's fine" all apologetically whereas Rayla's more "no it absolutely is not fine" when accommodations or whatever gets messed up

Rayla gently teasing him but also patiently him learn more elvish tongues, particularly Moonshadow (even if his accent is terrible at first) since it's a whole new alphabet

He never stops being a night owl so Rayla will bring him another cup of tea and give him a goodnight kiss before she goes to bed herself. However if she wakes up later and he's still not in bed she is not above outright picking him up (or carefully carrying him, if he's nodded off) and bringing him to bed outright

She's still not a huge fan of water (so they don't bathe together often once they're officially a couple again) but she'll pull up a stool and let him recite his ocean poems to her and wash his hair for him (he loves it)

She also just loves running her fingers through his hair whenever she can

If Ezran alone can't get Callum to do something (have fun) then Rayla and Ezran almost always can, and it's always for the better

Adjusting his scarf for him all the time and picking feathers out of his hair that he's missed

For that matter she regularly keeps tabs on his belongings (esp when they're rushing) because she knows he can be scatter brained or particularly tunnel visioned (forgetting the bread in 1x06, Bait in a few instances, etc) and she doesn't want him to forget anything important. "Wait, almost forgot-" or "Where is my-?" quickly followed by a "Thanks Rayla" is a regular occurrence

On that note he also has a tendency to forget to eat sometimes so Rayla will tuck snacks into her vest / in Stella's portals for safe keeping so she can give him one or drop one off when she thinks he needs it

She will regularly steal his scarf just to wear it, esp on days they have to be apart for whatever reason, and/or pull him in by the scarf for kisses quite often (and is super flustered whenever he uses that trick on her)

Lots of muttering "Dork" under her breath with a smile and fond eye rolling whenever he's doing something sappy or silly or shameless, and she wouldn't have it any other way

She is always the more physically affectionate of the two, reaching for his hand first and entwining their fingers, gently touching his face and jaw, a hand on his shoulder in celebration or comfort, initiating hugs, etc. She knows, particularly after her absence, it brings twice the amount of reassurance and relief to him that he's not alone now

Callum is the only person she'll sing/hum around for, simply because he caught her singing quietly to Stella once and she can't say no to him to anything, really, even if she's always a little bit embarrassed when she sings (except to their kids, one day)

Watching him be good with the palace kids or Stella makes her melt into a puddle of goo every time, he's just so sweet and she can't resist

She loves to rest her hand on his chest and also knows it's a pretty good way to calm him down, whether he's stuttering or having a panic attack. Like a gentle touch and kiss and a "Hey, you got this" for reassurance before he settles (like the 3x09 handhold)

Her rubbing ointment on some of the injuries he gets over the course of the two wars (mostly on his back where it's harder to reach) and helping him do stretches to help manage the physical pain

Holding his hand in her hands and stroking her thumbs over his cheeks just to appreciate him and calm him down from nightmares/panic attacks, making sure he has time and space to recover and verbally lashing anyone who makes an unwelcome comment about any of it

Rayla thinks he is the most handsome pretty boy in the world and she loves telling him that because he gets so goofy and playfully smug about it / she gets regularly distracted during important meetings and discussions, sometimes, by just how good looking he is (particularly at parties involving formal wear)

She is very protective of both Ezran and Callum with her "terrified of Sol Regem until he insults/threatens her boy" protective scowl glare energy. This makes her clash with Runaan at first because she will not tolerate any slander, but eventually he gets the message

On the rare occasions he doesn't open up right away (which is definitely more prevalent post-arc 2) Rayla will just sit and stand there and wait patiently, gazing intently but kindly until he feels like speaking. And just like in canon, even when she knows what's bothering him (2x07 / 4x07) from the start, she still lets him get all his thoughts out before she provides a counter or reassurance, since she knows he needs to get it off his chest first

Just once for their anniversary Rayla tries to write Callum a love poem with a little sketch. They're both pretty terrible. He loves them anyway

Rayla finding any and all excuses to weave little braids into his hair because it's a common sign of courtship for elves, even if the wind will just blow them away when he goes flying

She tends to lead while they dance bc it lets him actually relax and not have to worry about messing up, so he can actually enjoy himself when he dances

She knows he loves puzzles and surprises so sometimes she'll leave notes / a tiny scavenger hunt and just watch as he's so delighted to solve each clue one by one (and usually ends up being a picnic or date she's set up for the two of them / a kiss. He's equally happy with both)

Sometimes she comes home to find Callum curled up on the couch with their baby curled up on his chest, both fast asleep, and Rayla just leans against the doorway and wonders how she got so lucky that this is her life

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Saturno"

*contains blood and crying*

“Fuck!” Seth says under his breath as he tries to find a comfortable position in his bed. After getting crushed by Bronson Reed six times in a row, the doctors told him he had minor internal bleeding and to stay at home and rest. He's been coughing up blood and his back has started flaring up again so sleeping was out of the question. He groans as he sits up and turns on the bedside lamp.

“I'm not even forty yet and I already feel like I'm half dead” Seth mumbles to himself as he grabs a bottle of pain meds off the table. He downs them with a glass of water he had and waits for them to kick in. He was about to fall asleep when he heard a bang and someone cursing. “What the fuck?” Seth says quietly as he slowly gets out of bed. He grabs his baseball bat and tiptoes into the living room.

He turned on the light and was about to attack the intruder when he was stopped in his tracks. He feels like his heart is gonna burst out of his chest when he's face-to-face with the man he's been in love with for so long, the man he's been waiting five years to see again, Dean Ambrose. “Dean?” Seth says in shock, causing Dean to turn around. “First a chair and now a bat? Do you hate me that much sourpuss?” Dean says jokingly with a smile.

Seth feels tears stream down his face as he drops the bat and runs into Dean's arms. He feels Dean's arms wrap around him as he gets a hit of the same rainforest scented body wash that Dean always used and Seth hated but could never get enough of. “You're here! You're really here!” Seth says through tears. “Yeah, I am… fuck I miss this” Dean says truthfully as he kisses Seth. Everytime Dean kissed him it felt like electricity going through his body.

“I know this might sound stupid but why are you here?” Seth asks curiously, causing Dean to give him a smirk. “I'll tell you if you do this with me first” Dean says as he pulls out a cd out of his pocket, puts it in a cd player he brought and pressed play. The song that plays brings a wave of emotion over Seth and he feels himself start to cry again.

“This is the song we were gonna play if we ever got married” Seth says as Dean holds out his hand. “Seth Rollins, may I have this dance?” Dean says with a cheeky smile, causing Seth to laugh. Seth grabs his hand and is chest to chest with Dean as he wraps his arms around Dean's neck while Dean wraps his arms around Seth's waist and they lightly sway to the music…

“Vuelves en cada sueño que tengo

Caigo de nuevo en tu red

Sé que tarda un tiempo

Curarme de ti de una vez”

“So are you gonna tell me why you decided to burst into my house at two in the morning?” Seth asks curiously, causing Dean to blush. “I saw you get injured and the moment I saw you spit up blood I got my ass on a plane here and used the spare key I still had” Dean said truthfully, causing Seth to quietly laugh.

“If I knew you would come back from seeing me bleed then I would've done something a long time ago!” Seth says with a nervous laugh when Dean glares at him. “Let's not repeat last time ok Sethie?” Dean says seriously as he gently kisses the faint scars on Seth's wrist. “Ok Deano I promise” Seth says with a blush.

“Tuve tantos momentos felices

Que olvido lo triste que fue

Darte, de mi alma

Lo que tú echaste a perder”

“I see you brought back the yellow hair. I always loved that look on you” Dean says affectionately as he runs his fingers through Seth's hair. “I see you're bald now! You really hit that midlife crisis hard didn't you? I wonder if I crack an egg on top that'll cook?” Seth says while laughing, causing Dean to growl at him. “Not everyone got blessed with an insane amount of beauty and oversized ego like you girly” he says as he yanks Seth's hair, causing him to moan.

“Yo no quería amarte

Tú me enseñaste a odiarte

Todos los besos que me imaginé

Vuelven al lugar donde los vi crecer”

“Why did you leave?” Seth asks sadly, causing Dean to sigh. “You already know why I left” Dean says seriously as he tries to look away. Seth is having none of that so he digs his nails into Dean's back to catch his attention. “Look at me Dean and tell me your real reason why you left” Seth says seriously as he stares into Dean's eyes. It looked like tears were forming in Dean's eyes and it made Seth worry.

“En Saturno

Viven los hijos que nunca tuvimos

En Plutón

Aún se oyen gritos de amor”

“I felt like you didn't need me anymore ok?” Dean says truthfully as tears stream down his face. “I have always needed you Dean” Seth says softly as he tries kissing Dean's tears away. “Really? Would you have been a long reigning champion if I was still there?” Dean asks curiously as he holds on to Seth a bit tighter while they dance.

“Yes and I would've made out with you in the center of that ring every Monday night” Seth says with a smile. “You always were the exhibitionist type” Dean says, causing them to both laugh.

“Y en la Luna

Gritan a solas tu voz y mi voz

Pidiendo perdón

Cosa que nunca pudimos hacer

Peor”

“I could've gone with you to AEW you know?” Seth says, causing Dean to shake his head. “You wouldn't have survived there” Dean says truthfully, causing Seth to glare at him. “What makes you think I couldn't handle a little blood?” Seth says with a pout. “It's not just a little blood Seth! I've had wooden skewers stabbed in my head, stabbed in the face with a screwdriver and many other fucking things” Dean lists off nonchalantly.

“I would've been by your side to take care of you and I've dealt with much worse! I had to deal with being the most hated guy for two years after I hurt you” Seth says sadly. “I forgave you for that and then my dumbass decided to hurt you right back and just leave” Dean says shamefully. “I forgive you for that too” Seth says as he gives Dean a quick kiss.

“Tienes la misma culpa que tengo

Aunque te cueste admitir

Que sientes como siento

La almohada no suele mentir”

“Were you waiting for me?” Dean asks curiously. “I have been ever since you left five years ago” Seth says truthfully with a small smile. “So you haven't been with anyone since I left?” Dean says in shock, causing Seth to quietly laugh. “No, I've just been waiting for you” Seth says with a blush. “What if I had never come back?” Dean asks seriously. “Then I'd still be waiting for you” Seth says truthfully, causing Dean to quietly laugh.

“Y yo no quería amarte

Tú me enseñaste a odiarte

Todos los besos que me imaginé

Vuelven al lugar donde los vi crecer”

“I haven't been with anyone else since I left either” Dean says truthfully. “Really? I would've thought you were since you make out with your opponents in every match you have!” Seth says with a laugh. “You watch my matches?” Dean asks in a surprised tone. “I'd like to know if you're doing ok from time to time” Seth says, causing Dean to sigh. “Why do you still love me Seth?” He asks as he looks into Seth's eyes. “It's because you're my soulmate and I love you that's why” Seth says honestly.

“En Saturno

Viven los hijos que nunca tuvimos

En Plutón

Aún se oyen gritos de amor”

“I was scared you were gonna die the other night” Dean says truthfully, surprising Seth a bit. “Really? You were scared?” Seth asks, causing Dean to nod. “I wish I was there to protect you from getting hurt” Dean says sadly. “There's nothing you could've done Dean. Plus there's no use in beating yourself up for not being there. If I thought like that then I would still feel guilty for not being there when you got a concussion” Seth says quietly.

“You felt guilty about me getting a concussion? Why?” Dean asks curiously. “I thought you were gonna die too” Seth says truthfully, causing Dean to quietly laugh. “We're fucking awful for each other aren't we?” He says with a smile. “I think that's why we're the perfect couple!” Seth says with a laugh.

“En la Luna

Gritan a solas tu voz y mi voz

Pidiendo perdón

Cosa que nunca pudimos hacer

Peor”

“You finally gonna tell me why you're back?” Seth asks, causing Dean to blush. “AEW and WWE are doing a thing where their roster can go on either brand if they wanted and I took the opportunity” he says, causing Seth to gasp. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?” Seth asks in shock.

“I'm going raw baby” Dean says with a smirk. “I don't know whether to be happy or hit you for making that joke!” Seth says while laughing through tears. “Your fault for being in love with an idiot” Dean says with a shrug, causing Seth to laugh even more.

“Gritan a solas tu voz y mi voz

Pidiendo perdón

Cosa que nunca pudimos hacer

(Peor)”

“The last verse is about to come up… you thinking what I'm thinking?” Dean says with a smile. “You really wanna fuck up my back even more by dipping me hon?” Seth asks curiously. “No, I was thinking we do something different” Dean says devilishly causing Seth to be a bit worried. Without warning, Dean picks Seth up and spins him around. “Holy shit!” Seth says as he holds on to Dean for dear life.

“Once a scaredy cat always a scaredy cat!” Dean says with a laugh, causing Seth to glare at him. Without saying anything, he grabs Dean's face and kisses him. It felt like getting electrocuted ten times over. It's a miracle that Seth gets to kiss Dean again. He felt Dean grip his ass harder and he moaned when Dean plunged his tongue in his mouth. It feels like absolute heaven to him.

“Cosa que nunca pudimos hacer

Peor”

“I missed having this” Seth says quietly as he presses his forehead against Dean's. “Me too… I don't wanna leave you alone anymore Seth” Dean says with adoration. “Then will you stay with me?” Seth asks with hope in his eyes. “As long as I get to play doctor with you” Dean says with a cheeky grin. Seth laughs at that but it causes him to cough and to cover his mouth. “Fuck” Seth groans as he sees specks of blood on his hand.

“I think it's time to go to bed” Dean says as he carries Seth to his bedroom. “Love how you already act like you live here” Seth says with a smile. “Might as well be considering we're basically married” Dean says casually as he takes his clothes off and snuggles up behind Seth. “You gotta put a ring on me first before you say that” Seth says as he turns off the bedside light. “I might have more surprises up my sleeve sweetheart” Dean says excitedly, causing Seth to giggle.

Seth turns around to look into Dean's eyes. “I love you Dean” he says quietly with love. “I love you too Seth” Dean says back as they share a deep kiss. Seth presses against Dean's chest as he feels Dean's arms around his waist. Seth quickly falls asleep to the sound of Dean's heartbeat. They knew they would find each other again cause they were meant to be together… just like the rings around Saturn.

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requests are open! ask away

requests have been opened again! i’m gonna do things a little different this time around just to see how it goes. below are lists of soulmate au’s, dialogue prompts, & physical affection prompts. you can send me a max of TWO of them for a request (ie “soulmate goose + giggly cuddles with character” or however you want). it’s open for any character i’ve written for thus far, so go ham y’all 🥰✨✌🏻

soulmate au’s!

soulmate goose of enforcement — a goose will herd you around until finding your soulmate. your soulmate also has a goose doing the same thing. there is no telling whether your goose will be tame or a menace

you and your soulmate have the same hair color — if one dyes their hair, their soulmate’s hair color will change with it

when you or your soulmate lose something, it reappears with the other one (can’t lose things on purpose)

you can choose to take away your soulmate’s pain when they’re injured — if they get a paper cut or smth considerably worse, you can choose whether to take that pain for yourself or not

everyone has a sun and moon tattoo that glow, depending on whether it’s day or night where your soulmate is

when your soulmate is sick, so are you (and vice versa)

soulmates share talents — if either of you are good at something, the other one doesn’t even have to learn it to be good at it

soulmates can’t share talents — oh, your soulmate can draw really well? congrats, you’re now the worst person ever to have on a pictionary team

soulmates are forced to literally finish each other’s sentences when around each other

the voice in your head (your subconscious) is your soulmate’s — can simply be their voice OR their personality too

one runs cold while the other runs hot, and find the in-between when they’re touching

soulmates can fluently speak each other’s native languages without trying to learn it

you can only see shades of your soulmate’s favorite color until you meet (favorite colors are subject to change)

dialogue prompts!

“do you want me to kill that guy for you? because he seems like a real dick and i would totally kill that guy for you.”

“so apparently i had a problem”

“that could gone a lot worse” “it could have gone better too, dumbass”

“well fuck me running”

“your table manners leave much to be desired” “…there are no tables in the middle of the woods?”

“give me back my ___ or so help me i will throw every single one of those scones into the fire!” “you wouldn’t dare!” “try me”

“should i be scared of how many songs you like that involve women murdering their spouses?” “do you have a reason to be?”

🎶do doo do do🎶 “FUCK!”

*after something huge happens* “well, at least no one got hurt” *person saying this immediately gets hurt, probably in a stupid way*

“bless your heart”

“any crystal is a protection crystal if you throw it hard enough”

“i picked a whole bouquet of whoopsie daisies”

“do not speak of this to anyone” *promptly tells absolutely everyone who will listen*

physical affection prompts!

forehead kisses

tickle fights

tight hugs with gentle swaying

excited running start hugs that involve spinning someone around in circles

a protective hand to the chest to keep someone out of danger

an affectionate but annoyed slap to the back of the head

play wrestling

resting their chin on someone’s head or shoulder

gentle (or not so gentle) headbutt

running their fingers through someone’s hair

lacing fingers together after a high five as a joke but it’s been twenty minutes and they won’t let go of each other

curling up together to share a blanket

protecting each other during a food fight

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Six Times Helaena and Jacaerys were Soulmates (6/7)

Description: Soulmates know each other's greatest secret, and Heleana's secret is bigger than most.

It’s torture, Jacaerys isn’t sure how his father survived this way for all those years. Watching his children grow, not be able to claim them or hear them call him father. At least Harwin was his mother’s sworn sword, so he was able to interact with them in public and show affection in private. Jacaerys does not have that option. He has to stand aside while his children are ignored by Aegon, has to watch as they grow up without a father. Luckily his pain will soon come to an end.

He doesn’t regret the twins, nor does he regret his love for Helaena. They’re soulmates, he was born knowing her greatest secret, that her children were not Aegon’s.

When he was younger, he assumed they would be Aemond’s. He was kinder, more affectionate to Helaena, and Jacaerys was aware of the tensions between his family and theirs. If he could not be with his soulmate, then at least she would be loved.

It was the day her betrothal was announced. She found him in the dragonpit and whispered his secret in his ear. “You resent Laenor for his weakness, for his failures as a father.”

He jerked back, scanning her face for any signs of mockery or jesting. “Why would you say such a thing?”

“It is your greatest secret, I heard it when you were born.” Helaena said, violet eyes staring up at him. “We’re soulmates.”

His eyes dropped to her stomach, “your children will not be Aegon’s…you would have them be mine instead?”

Helaena wrapped her arms around herself. “I do not wish to marry my brother, but there is no way to save myself. If Aegon has his whores, then I wish to be allowed happiness as well.” She ducked her head, a pink blush tainting her cheeks. “Not that you would be my whore. You would be my love, my heart.”

Jacaerys turned her proposition over in his mind. He’d always thought Helaena was beautiful, and he admired her grace and kindness.

He’d been distraught when he’d heard of her betrothal. “No one could ever know, they would kill the children, perhaps even us.”

“I am quite adept at keeping secrets.”

Jacaerys sat against the wall near the secret entrance to Helaena’s chambers.

Her screams of pain echoed off the stone, and he buried his face between his knees, cursing his fate. He should be in there, by her side as she brought their children into the world. It was her first time bearing children, his mother said it was a terrifying endeavor.

It had been surprisingly easy to make sure only his seed would take. Aegon was predictable, he’d rut into her like a dog every few moons, then Jacaerys would bring her moon tea after he’d left and hold her as she cried.

When they laid together, he and Helaena, it was gentle, full of love and adoration. He did not stop until she was delirious with pleasure and held safely in his arms while she recovered.

The screaming stopped, and soon two separate cries rang out, he jumped to his feet, a wide smile on his face. Twins? Were they blessed with twins? He paced back and forth waiting for the chaos to die down.

A knock on the wall, the signal he and Alyra had discussed, had him bolting through the entrance and into Helaena’s chambers.

Helaena looked up, her face worn and sweaty. She looked beautiful, more beautiful than he’d ever seen her before. Alyra slipped outside and stood watch as Jacaerys sat on the bed besides Helaena.

“I heard two cries.” He said, smoothing down her hair, before kissing her forehead gently.

“Twins, a boy and a girl.” Helaena confirmed. Their children were bundled up in her arms, and she cooed down at them.

“You are a goddess, Helaena, braver than any great warrior.” He said, voice hush with awe, as he reached out to stroke their son’s tiny face.

Their children opened their eyes and Jacaerys swallowed hard. Two pairs of brown eyes blinked up at him.

“They have your eyes, I’m so happy.” Helaenasaid, turning her head to kiss his jaw, the only part of him she could reach.

“Will Aegon not know? Neither you nor he has brown eyes.”

“Theron has Alyra’s golden eyes, no one calls him a bastard.” Helaena hummed, rocking their children slightly.

“Exactly, he has Alyra’s eyes.” Jacaerys began to panic, he’d only just set his sight on his children, but he would burn down the Keep for them.

“My mother has brown eyes; I will say they got them from her.” She said calmly, smiling softly up at him.

Jacaerys relaxed, slightly. They’d attempted to make the same claim about he and his brothers, but it was like a strip of gauze over a mortal wound.

“Come and lay with me, I missed you.” She pats the space right up against her, and he obeys without question, sliding an arm behind her shoulder, the other supporting her arm that cradled their children.

He presses a kiss to her temple, she still smells of roses, even after her hours of labor. “My sweet flower, how glad I am for your efforts today.”

Helaena snuggled into him, resting her head on his arm. “My love, knowing you were just through the wall gave me my strength.”

They laid in silence watching their children, basking in this pure moment they were sure to never fully obtain again.

“My Queen, Prince Aegon please give me a moment to inform the princess that you’ve arrived.” Alyra’s voice is loud, louder than needed, and Jacaerys bolts up.

“There’s not enough time, hide under the bed.” Helaena urges, smoothing out the blanket where he had laid.

Jacaerys squeezes himself under her bed and tries to remain as still as possible.

The door opens, and soon the queen is beside Helaena’s bed, cooing over her grandchildren. “Oh Helaena, you did so well sweetling, I’m so very proud of you.” Jacaerys hears her sharp intake, and the breath catches in his throat. “Oh…their eyes, they’re brown?”

“Like your eyes, mother, isn’t it wonderful? Finally, the Hightower blood makes itself known.” Helaena says happily, shifting on her bed, so her mother can get a closer look.

“That is wonderful, your grandsire will be pleased.” Alicent seems to believe Helaena’s words, and Jacaerys relaxes.

“Yes, good job, wife.” Aegon drawls, his voice thick with drunkenness.

Jacaerys grits his teeth. Aegon did not deserve the wife he was blessed with, and he continued to prove that day after day.

“Mother, would you tell the others to visit in the morning? I’m quite tired and would like to rest with the children.”

“Of course, you have endured a great deal today, we will let you rest.” The bottom of Alicent’s gown disappears from his sight, and Aegon’s boots follow after it. He waits until the door shuts, to shimmy his way out from under the bed.

“Good job, wife.” He mocks, slipping back into his place beside her.

“I do not believe he even looked at them.” Helaena sighed, leaning into his warmth.

“Good. I wish for him to never darken their lives with his wine addled presence.” He grumbled, gently stroking the tuff of silvery hair on their daughter’s head.

“What do you wish to name them?” Helaena asked, shifting so that Jacaerys may take their daughter into his embrace.

“Whatever your heart desires. As long as it is not Aegon.” He grimaces and she giggles.

“I was thinking perhaps Jaehaera and Jaehaerys. They’re twins, their names should signify the bond between them.”

Jacaerys rocks his daughter, “do you like your name Jaehaera?”

Jaehaera yawns and her tiny fingers find purchase in his tunic.

His heart melts, he would give this little girl the entire continent if she so desired it.

“It will be our secret too, J names, like their true father.” Helaena slips down her bodice and allows Jaehaerys to latch onto her breast and feed.

“You are not using a wet nurse?” Even his mother used a wet nurse, and she was quite hands on with her children compared to other women of noble birth.

Helaena shook her head, her violet eyes, a soft lavender as she gazed down at their son. “I figured it would give me more uninterrupted time to spend with my family…” Her words trail off, and he knows what she’s implying.

“You would put yourself through this process so that I would be able to spend time with the children?” His voice is full of disbelief, his heart full of gratitude.

Uncertainty flashes across Helaena’s face. “Yes, did you not wish for that? I apologize, I only thought that—”

He silences her with a kiss, pouring every once of joy, of gratefulness, and love that he holds for her into it, hoping his lips against hers will convey what his words cannot.

She breaks the kiss, a breathless expression on her face. “I assume that means you are happy?”

He kisses both her cheeks, lips upturned in a smile. “Helaena, you are perfect, I could not ask for a better soulmate, or a better mother for my children.”

He remembers that day, keeps it in his mind as he stands before his Grandsire, Aegon’s dead body at his feet.

“Tell me again, boy, how did you come upon Aegon’s body?” His Grandsire’s voice is firm, his good eye piercing through Jacaerys as if he can read the sins burned into his soul.

His mother stands beside the throne, her violet eyes watching the scene carefully.

“I was doing my rounds with the kingsguard, we walk through Fleabottom to ensure peace is being kept. I saw a flash of silver in one of the alleyways…” He breaks off to wipe tears from his eyes. “Uncle Aegon was lying there, with that black liquid leaking from his mouth and ears.”

Queen Alicent is distraught, clinging to Sir Criston Cole in her grief. Aemond stands beside them, his amethyst eye inspecting Aegon’s body, at his side stands Alyra, his hand keeping her head tucked into the crook of his neck.

Only Helaena, his sweet Helaena, fully averts her eyes.

His Grandsire sighs heavily. “It cannot be helped; the boy is dead. Helaena will need a new husband.”

“Why not Jacaerys, Grandsire?” Alyra suggests, putting on her sweetest voice, her golden eyes bright with tears. “He has always been kind to her, and the twins greatly admire him.”

“Jacaerys? You would wish to betroth my daughter to Jacaerys? He found Aegon’s body, how do we know he isn’t Aegon’s killer?” Alicent sobbed, turning her pleading eyes to Viserys.

“You would accuse my son of kinslaying? Perhaps consider that I do not wish to hitch my son’s proverbial wagon to your mumbling daughter.” His mother seethes.

Jacaerys would be concerned if he did not know the women of his family so well.

Alyra leaves Aemond’s embrace and kneels down before the Irone Throne. Much like a child would, she places her hands on Viserys’ knee before resting her head upon them and looking up at him. “Grandsire, I know that my marriage to Aemond dashed your hopes for uniting your family, but little Aemma was too young then, and now you have a chance once more.”

Viserys leans forward and strokes her flaxen hair, a fond smile on his face. “Your words ring true yet again, my darling good-daughter.” He looks to Jacaerys. “Do you wish to wed Helaena, and take responsibility for her and her children?”

Jacaerys bows his head and walks over to Helaena, taking her hand between his. “If the princess will have me, then I will commit every fiber of my being to her and her children.”

“I will marry you, after Aegon is committed to the stone, I will not disrespect my late husband by marrying again so quickly.” She sounds like a queen, her words steady and calm.

“No. Not until an investigation into my son’s death has been had, I will not allow it.” Alicent protests.

Jacaerys bows his head towards Alicent. “Of course, My Queen. I am in not rush to force Helaena through another wedding.” He then presses a chaste kiss to Helaena’s hand. “Please, take all the time you need to grieve, there will be no prodding from my hand.”

“I thank you, Jacaerys.” Then she moves to tend to her grieving mother.

Viserys claps his hands. “It’s settled then, the maesters will conduct an investigation, then Aegon will be laid to rest. Once Helaena has mourned her husband, she will wed Jacaerys.”

He lays in Helaena’s bed, arms wrapped around her, his face pressed into her thick hair. He feels her shift and raises his head to see a frown on her delicate features.

“What ails you, sweet lady of my heart?”

“Did you have Alyra pay the madam off, or did she kill Aegon for free?” Helaena asked, her fingers trailing down his bare chest.

“She agreed to kill him for free, then Alyra smuggled her out of the city. She’s halfway to Pentos by now.” He reassured her.

“Oh, good then. I will pray she finds a comfortable life there, since I could not thank her myself.” Helaena snuggles closer to him, her hand resting on his chest, fingers splayed as she falls asleep.

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