#also anon feel free to reach out to me off anon i fucking LOVE encountering hetalia/mcyt ppl the pipeline was So fucking real

[maigetheplatypus57]

Did you say you have an wip about revolutionary america and L'manburg tommy? Can you please give me a sneekpeak? Please? 🙏

Ok so by "WIP" I do mean art but since you asked so nicely... have the whole thing. just for you anon <3

(The squares are supposed to rev america/lmanburg's respective flags but I haven't gotten around to that yet... might redraw this we'll see...)

[jadegrey711]

It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit. 

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this. 

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield 

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani 

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I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.  

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

[stay-outta-my-blood-circle]

Could you please write something for Jesse with a petite s/o? Maybe like he sees her standing on the counter in nothing but one of his shirts and some fun stuff follows?

Anon also chose temperature play for this one! :) 🔞

Jesse's out of the house and you're putting away dishes (clean and dry, courtesy of the housekeeper), wearing a shirt that might as well be a dress on you. His clothes were so big and comfy, and smelled like him - you just couldn't resist sometimes.

You're left with a single measuring cup, and encounter a familiar enemy: the top cupboard. You can't reach it from the floor, and you don't have a stepladder (who needs one when your boyfriend is practically the Eiffel Tower?), so you do the next best thing - climb up onto the counter.

Which is how Jesse finds you, once he stalks cat-like back into the house. You turn around after placing the measuring cup, only to see him standing there, still wearing his mask - you startle, yelp, and might have fallen from the counter if he hadn't darted forward, steadying you easily.

Your hands are on his shoulders, and you can feel him laughing.

"It's not funny, you almost killed me," you scowl. He shrugs, and you swat him lightly on the chest. He pulls you forward and shifts his grip, as if to lift you down, but instead of lowering your feet to the floor, he pulls your legs around his waist.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and nuzzle lightly against his mask. He nuzzles back, gently; you reach up, cupping his jaw to keep him pulled close for a moment, before finding the seam between his skin and his metal face with your fingers.

You peel the mask off slowly; it comes free with a quiet shhk, and you set it aside carefully before returning your hands to his jaw, stroking your thumbs across his skin.

"Missed you," you sigh, lips hovering an inch away from his, and then tilt your head to kiss him. He returns your affection fervently, wasting no time in deepening the kiss.

You don't make it very far - about three of his long strides, to be exact - before you end up on your back on the hardwood floor with a veritable giant looming over you on his hands and knees. He sits up just long enough to sign at you:

Missed you too - and I fucking love it when you wear my shirts.

You smile coyly. You knew that, of course.

He pounces, pinning you as he trails hot kisses and sharp lovebites all over your neck. He quickly gets sick of all the fabric in the way, slides the hem of your shirt slowly up over your hips, stomach, chest - and then lets you sit up so he can pull it over your head. He gets another surprise, then - the only thing you're wearing now is a pair of his boxers.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, smirking and biting your lower lip, and revel in the way his pupil blows wide.

Well, damn... that's not bad either.

You laugh as he tackles you again, giving your shoulders and chest the same treatment your neck just received. Before long, you're completely bare (the boxers had been thrown unceremoniously over his shoulder), breathing hard and squirming underneath him as he drags his own shirt off and unbuckles his pants. You try to pull him back down with you, but he hangs back, eying you thoughtfully. Your stomach twists; this usually means something new and fun is about to occur.

You're sweating. Feeling warm, babe?

You nod, torn between wariness and excitement. He smirks, then reaches up to the refrigerator right beside you and presses the button for cubed ice. A few pop out - he catches them, setting two back up on the tray and keeping one, which he lowers until it's hovering over your stomach, as if awaiting permission. You nod again, which is all the encouragement he needs.

It's a struggle not to yelp; you do gasp, though, as the ice cube meets your overheated skin. It's... a little startling, but you'd be lying if you said it was a bad sensation. On the contrary - as he slides the ice up the middle of your chest, leaving a wet trail, you receive a delightful jolt of pleasure between your legs.

The swiftly-melting ice continues its journey up one side of your neck, then back down. I glides slowly over your nipple and you moan shamelessly, rolling your hips and clenching your thighs around Jesse's hips. He keeps going, tailing it over your stomach again - he stops just short of sliding it between your legs, then discards the cube.

Better? He asks. You let out another low moan in response, eyelids fluttering; he chuckles, then reaches up for a fresh piece of ice. Good, because there's plenty more where that came from.

[mourntheantagonist]

hc that Billy comes to love bath bombs after Starcourt. He starts keeping some at Steve's house and some at home. He finds they help a lot when he's having a really hard time either with physical pain from his injuries or just when he's struggling mentally.

don’t mind me absolutely going off below. idk how this turned into a full fledged one shot but I hope you enjoy it anon because your mind is so amazing.

———

I can imagine billy at home for one of the first few nights and he decides to take a bath because he still can’t really stand up too well on his own. when he walks in there’s a little bag on the counter that has his name written on it. Inside is this yellow sphere wrapped in plastic. he reads the label and follows the instructions and is stunned when the water starts to turn yellow and the scent of lemon fills the bathroom.

the scent is very calming, and considering he’s been on edge ever since he stepped back through the doors of his home, it’s a welcome feeling. when he gets in the water he’s surprised to notice the change of viscosity in the water. It’s slightly slimy but it feels really relaxing.

when he gets out of the tub after soaking for a while he feels for the first time since everything happened to be cleansed of the mindflayer. not entirely. but lingering hints to the scent of lemon make him feel clean and light and just a little less like a monster. no monster smells this good.

later that day max asked if he liked the bath bomb. for a split second he’s stuck on the word bomb until he figures out what she’s talking about.

“yeah. smelled good. thanks.” he’s still struggling to open up but he’s getting better about letting down his defenses, at least to max. part of letting down his defenses caused him to only be able to speak in one to two word sentences.

max understands though. and she appreciates not having to constantly walk on eggshells around him anymore. or at least not in the same way. instead being more concerned for scaring him rather than the other way around.

a couple days later he finds a box filled with twelve additional scents and colors and effects on his bed. he smiles. max.

she continues to restock for him as he cycles through each kind. his favorites are vanilla and lavendar and also the lemon. something about it makes his thoughts slow and his aches numb and he’s almost addicted to the feeling.

although it doesn’t last long because one day neil calls him out on it. asks him why he ‘smells like a faggot’. billy is initially able to say he used one of max’s soaps because he ran out, but that won’t fly for long. he eventually stops using them and lets the little collection he’s gathered sit under the sink in the bathroom to collect dust.

then he starts spending more time with steve. just needing to get out of his own house and out of his own bed for just a couple hours of the day he goes over to steve’s when he’s not at work. steve is constantly telling billy he enjoys his company but billy continues to apologize for burdening him. he’s not used to people just caring, and it’s especially foreign coming from steve for several reasons. one being that less than a year prior he nearly put him in the hospital. the second being that steve was a man, and there has never been a man in his life to actually care about him in that way. worried for his safety and well being. so billy tried to pull away, because he wasn’t going to allow him to let someone in just to be turned away at the door a second later.

but steve gets absolutely sick of it. sick of billy pulling away and believing he’s undeserving so steve practically forced him to believe it by kissing him the very next time he walks through the door. a very risky act on his part but he’s grown to trust billy over time that he’s not as worried as he could be for the outcome. he’s relieved when billy kisses him back, dropping a duffle bag to the floor that went completely unnoticed by steve as he was too locked in on billy’s lips. too locked in to notice the black eye that he only spotted when they pulled apart. too enthralled with the fact that he was kissing billy to taste the blood in his mouth. he’d ran away this time. he packed a bag and left and hoped steve would take him in. being met with a kiss right off the bat was the best thing that could have happened when steve opened that door. like the huge favor he was about to ask for almost became a small request because steve was inviting him into more than just his home. the kiss was an invitation into his life, and invitation for his care and love and all the mushy gushy stuff.

“I need a place to stay.”

steve, obviously and literally, welcomes billy into his home with open arms. immediately taking him to the bathroom to fix up the damage his father inflicted. steve kneeling before him while he sits on the toilet seat in complete silence. acting as if they didn’t have each other’s tongues down their throat just moments ago. both of them deciding it wasn’t the best time to talk about it. billy looked absolutely exhausted and worn and desperately needed sleep, and a nice bath (I know I just veered way off course but back to the regularly scheduled programming).

it was actually steve’s suggestion. noting the aches in his legs and back would probably be happy to be submerged under hot water. steve runs him the bath and goes to grab billy’s duffle upon request. steve gives him a soft kiss to the top of his head, before he leaves telling him they can talk about everything in the morning, and for him to just relax and take his time.

billy rummages for the small box he remembered to pack that’s filled with all the fun scents that max had been gifting him, after having to switch to using unscented alternatives which were nice but didn’t give him that same feeling.

he quickly picks out the cotton candy scented one that he’s been dying to try out. because what does cotton candy even smell like? he drops the bath bomb into the water and watches as it sizzles and quickly turns the water pink. oh if neil were there to see his sun soaking in a tub filled with pink water smelling like a fucking candy shop owner he’d do more damage than what had been inflicted earlier that night.

despite the developing bruises all over his body and the sting as the contents of the bath bomb filled his open wounds, he hadn’t felt this good in months. physically he felt like shit. but he was mentally and emotionally euphoric. running off the high from just minutes ago having steve harrington’s lips on his. the boy he believed to have been so far out of reach and was happy enough to just appreciate from afar. it felt unreal and like it was a dream. all that combined with the surprisingly intoxicatingly amazing aroma filling his senses and the feeling of rejoice as he finally took the steps to leave the clutches of his abuser and was so much more than successful. it was sheer bliss accompanied by aches and pains from past and present inflictions that didn’t seem so bad anymore.

steve and billy sleep in the same bed that night. they don’t cuddle or even so much as let limb touch limb, still unsure of the boundaries. but even with the distance between them steve can smell the unfamiliar candy like scent and takes it all in.

when they wake up in the morning they talk everything over during breakfast. billy tells him how his father just came home and started pounding into him completely unprompted. shouting slurs at him. the smell of whiskey potent on his breath. billy truly knew then that it was no longer about what he did or did not do. he’d feel his wrath regardless. and steve had scolded him about self preservation before and finally decided to take his advice.

then they adress the even larger elephant in the room, their kiss. it’s not that they were avoiding the topic per se, but they were definitely afraid to abandon this good feeling by talking about it. but they bite the bullet anyway, and they don’t regret that they do. despite how uncomfortable it is for billy to talk open about his feelings, especially these kinds of feelings, he feels something inside him release at the confession. like everything he was holding inside of him is free to the open air and steve takes hold of it and cherishes it.

their little unspoken thing that has been developing over the course of a few months finally being spoken. finally giving a name to the meaning to it all. of their late at night trips to the quarry. sharing a joint as they stare at the water below as it reflects the night sky. of their movie marathons on steve’s living room couch. giving meaning to each individual brush of the knee under the shared blanket. of stolen glances and words said under their breath. of thoughts of the other invading their dreams at night. a name to it all.

it’s a strange adjustment. to go from two guys secretly pining over each other from afar to instantaneously dating and living together. sharing a bed together, sharing meals together. things they were so used to doing alone now having a guest. it was nice and strange at the same time but they both welcomed it. waking up under the warmth of another human being. getting to see each other at their worst, when they were riddled with bed head and morning breath, and loving each other all the same.

what they did in bed wasn’t fucking. screwing. banging. it was much more. it was unfair to use those words that once described their previous encounters to describe what they did with each other. it was much different. putting their partners pleasure above their own. yearning for each other’s lips upon their own above anything else. as cheesy and corny as it is it was, they made love.

things moved awfully quickly. the two of them knowing they were in love with each other from the very start, however never saying the words out loud. they didn’t go through the normal stages of a relationship. they skipped a lot of steps and that led to some bad days. sometimes they spent too much time together, and billy’s on true safe haven came in spherical shaped and wrapped in noisy plastic, rather than a can of beer or a pack of marlboro’s.

that’s where he goes when things get shaky between the two. when he feels his fists clenching against his will and the veins on his forehead make their presence known. he escapes a potentially bad situation and lets his anger rise out of him with the steam of the hot water, and dissipate into nothingness. cleansing himself of the hurt. scars hidden under opaque colorful water.

the problem is steve doesn’t like when billy leaves him alone without word. he understands he needs his space, but he wishes he’d only talk to him about it before walking off.

on one day, when billy left mid conversation, steve follows. he honestly doesn’t know what he thought billy did in the bathroom for hours, and he’s not sure why he’s surprised to find his boyfriend laid out in a bath full of deep blue water with his eyes closed just relaxing. noticing the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in deep calming breaths. noticing the beach like scent that floods the room.

“can I join you?” steve finally asks. very intrigued in what all of this is.

billy thought he’d be more upset about steve bathing in. about him completely disregarding his need for space, but he wasn’t. perhaps space wasn’t really the thing he needed. he gestures to the other end of the tub, signaling the affirmative.

steve strips and slowly lowers himself into the tub. he’s facing billy who has since gone back and shut his eyes, head pointed to the ceiling. the water is very hot but feels really good on his skin. he has his legs pulled up to his chest as to not disturb billy. he just watches him as he relaxes completely. a state he rarely, if ever, has seen him in.

after several minutes billy opens his eyes and pulls steve over towards him so now they are both facing the same direction and steve is sitting in between billy’s legs. he has his arms wrapped around him and kisses his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for just walking out.”

“it’s okay. I get it.” steve responds, bringing his own hand to lay on top of both of billy’s that grip his stomach. “wanna tell me how you made the water turn blue?”

“magic.”

steve laughs and leans into billy, closing his eyes like he had and completely understanding almost instantly. it’s like he goes somewhere else. somewhere warm that smells of the ocean. somewhere nice and serene. he could easily fall asleep right there in billy’s arms. allowing himself to prune up under the water.

it’s something they continue together. when they both feel like they’ve had enough of each other for the day, instead of going off on their own, they strip down and enjoy a moment together in the tub. closing their eyes and imagining far away places while wrapped up in each other. a reminder that they’re both still there for each other. alone but together. dealing with their issues as a unit. feeling clean and smelling good afterwards.

steve comes home one day lugging in multiple bags worth of bath bombs along with other fun stuff like bath salts and bubble bars. their bathroom cupboards are better stocked than their kitchen. they both admit it might be just a little excessive.

but it doesn’t matter. because it’s perfect for them. any fight, any argument, any disagreement. all it takes is a brightly colored bath bomb and all that tension disaplears under the sizzle. it’s strange knowing they have max to thank for all of it.

[buckyodinson]

An Agreement (Mandalorian x fem!Reader)

Request from anon: Can you do one where din and y/n are just friends with benefits until some crazy event happens where she gets badly injured and he realizes he is in love with the reader (she’s been in love with him for awhile) and without a second thought removes his helmet and holds her in fear of losing her BUT she doesn’t realize it’s him right away (because she’s obviously never seen his face)? Smutty, maybe some angst and fluff? 

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m!receiving), fingering, some violence, injury, not too gory though, fluffy end though!

Your relationship with Din was a difficult one to explain. You’d been partners beforehand, but now...? Friends with benefits?

It all started when you climbed the ladder to the cockpit one evening, evidently quieter than usual, and when the door slid open, there Din was with his cock in his fist, panting heavily. He stilled and his entire body tensed up before he quickly spun the chair around to face the console. You stood there frozen too, not knowing how to proceed. You were about to slowly turn around and walk away when you heard him apologise quietly.

“I’m sorry you saw this. I just-“ he choked out, and you wondered if he was still pumping himself as he spoke, the thought making you wet, “-it’s been a long week, and I-I just needed to-“

“You don’t have to apologise, Din. It’s perfectly normal. I’m sorry for coming up here unannounced. You know...uhm...” you paused, wondering whether you should say what’s on the tip of your tongue, deciding fuck it, why not? “..if you ever want a helping hand, I’m always here.”

“What do you mean?” His voice is a bit more steady now, and you can hear the intrigue in it.

You bite at your bottom lip and stare at the back of his helmet, “It’s a stressful job, Din. It’s only natural for us both to have needs like this. I mean...we’re both adults, we might as well make use of one another while we’re here. It won’t mean anything more than that. Just a release.” You wished it would be more than that, but you wouldn’t dare push your chances with Din. You knew his Creed, and knew you couldn’t expect him to feel anything back for you.

There was silence, and you held your breath, wondering if you’d gone ahead and ruined your relationship with Din by even offering this in the first place, and you were screwing your eyes shut and going into panic mode as you internally cursed yourself for saying anything when you heard a quiet, “..okay.”

“Don’t feel like you have to say yes, Din. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, but the offer is th-”

“No, I-uh- I could be on board with it... as long as you’re okay with it, and not just doing it to pity me.” his chair slowly turns around, but he’s tucked his very hard cock back in his pants, which are visibly straining despite his now gloved hands covering his crotch.

“Of course not, Din.” you smile softly at him and tilt your head to one side, shrugging your shoulders lightly, “It just seems like we could both use some stress-relief?”

“You could say that again.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and you see his body visibly loosen up a little.

“Let me help you.” the corners of your mouth turn up and you take a few steps, closing the gap between you and Din.

You knelt down in front of him slowly, smirking as he spread his thighs almost instantly, and you slotted yourself between them. You placed your hands on his thighs, rubbing small circles with your thumbs, before slowly inching them up to his crotch, where he removed his hands and let his arms hang limply at his sides.

You palmed him over his pants briefly, reveling in the groan that escapes his throat and catches in the modulator, before freeing his cock. You give him a few experimental pumps, and you see him clench his fists at his side before his head tilts back and he begins to pant again.

You lean down and run your tongue up the length, and Din’s body shudders at the contact, and you’re loving the way his thigh is tensing under the grip of your other hand. You run your tongue up and down his length a few more times before wrapping your lips around just the tip, swiping your tongue across and humming at the taste of the precum that had gathered there. At the feeling, Din couldn’t help himself as a hand flew to your hair, grabbing a fistful as he groaned deeply.

You smiled around him as you slid your mouth further down on him, using your hand to work what you didn’t have in your mouth. You heard him whisper a string of curses as well as your name, and it lit a spark deep in your core to hear your name escape his throat all strangled and desperate. You set a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down, and working your hand along his length as you moved. His hips lifted slightly each time you lowered yourself onto him, and you brought your other hand to cup his balls, which was his undoing.

“’M gonna... kriff, Y/N, I’m gonna c-cum-” he was spluttering a warning and you hummed in acknowledgement before you felt the first string of liquid on your tongue. You carried on working him through it all, taking all he had to offer you as he cried your name and his hand fell from your hair, hanging loosely at his side once more. You lifted yourself off, still working him softly with your hand as he softened and you admire the way he sat there panting, slowly stilling your hand and giving his thighs a soft squeeze as you sat back. You could even see a sliver of skin under his chin where his head was tilted back.

You smirked at the sight before you and stood up, ready to leave for your quarters when a hand shot out and grabbed one of your own, “Wait...” he breathed out, pulling you back towards him slightly.

“...I have to repay the favour.” he let go of your hand and took his gloves off, reaching for your pants, and continuing when you showed no sign of resistance. You let him pull them and your panties down, stepping out of them as he tucks himself back into his own pants. 

He reaches for you again and he pulls you into his lap, running his hands across your thighs, stopping just before where you want him most, “Sorry I can’t reciprocate for now, but I hope this’ll be enough.” He says as he snakes one hand to your folds and runs his finger through them, pulling a gasp from your throat.

“This is-this is fine,” you breath shakily as his finger presses ever so lightly on your clit, “More.. more than fine, Din.”

He continues to press on your clit a little harder as he works a finger into you, pumping it slowly, studying your face intently through his visor as your features contort and you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, panting. When you release your lip, he admires it in it’s swollen glory and wishes more than anything that he could kiss them. But he focuses on the task at hand, cursing himself for thinking he’d be lucky enough to ever kiss you. He adds another finger and pinches your clit just a little, and your hand flies to the spot between his neck and shoulder to find purchase, grabbing him tightly and letting out a lewd moan. 

This gives Din a little more confidence in his actions, and he reaches a hand up underneath your shirt to grab at your breasts, and he rolls a nipple between his thumb and finger, loving the way you arch into his touch and sigh at the feeling. It’s all so overwhelming and it doesn’t take long for you to unravel under his touch, and you cry his name as you clench around his fingers. Your thighs shake and he feels how slick you are as you cum around him, and he swears he’s never heard anything as beautiful as the sounds escaping your throat as you come.

He works you through it, only pulling his fingers out when you whimper from the sensitivity. You let your head fall forward to his shoulder and you both just sit there for a while. You’re catching your breath again, and Din rests his hands on your thighs, giving them a little squeeze, and trying desperately to calm himself down and not get hard again.

You eventually sit back up again, and look into the unforgiving visor of his helmet, “Thank you, Din. That was... that was something else.” you chuckle lightly and slowly move to stand, your legs a little unsteady underneath you as you put your pants back on.

“Likewise... I’ll make it up to you another time, I promise.” you can hear in his voice how tired he is, and you hope this little rendezvous will maybe allow him to get a good night’s sleep for once.

“I’ll hold you to that.” you smirk as you wish him a good night and you slink down the ladder to your cot. You’re also relieved he’s not weirded out by the whole thing, and is happy to do it again.

It becomes a semi-regular occurrence for the pair of you. Sometimes you have a very stressful day out looking for a bounty and you have a rough fuck in your cot once you’re back on the crest. Sometimes it’s a fleeting handjob here, or oral there. He does repay you, and as you laid there blindfolded with him between your thighs, you think that maybe Din’s tongue was a gift from the Maker, and the scruff that you felt against your thighs was heavenly.

You had initially hoped these encounters with Din would provide an outlet and make you forget the way you feel about him. Obviously that didn’t work. If anything, you fell more in love with him and how tender he could be. Yeah, there were days he’d be a little rougher with you, and you definitely welcomed it. But Din was mostly soft with you, with caresses and whispered praises. 

You tried your best to push those thoughts to the back of your mind though, knowing you’re only setting yourself up for heartbreak. He couldn’t feel the same... could he?

Din was having the same internal conflict. He was slowly but surely falling for you, and the agreement you’d put yourselves in was not helping the situation at all. He was falling further and further each passing day. He couldn’t believe you let him even see you naked, let alone touch you and please you, and he felt like the luckiest man in the galaxy to say he was able to be with you in such a way. But he knew this was just about release for you, and you could never feel the same. You’d never seen him. All you knew was the glare of the Beskar, how could you ever love him back?

All these unresolved feelings came to the surface when a hunt went incredibly wrong. You’d been bringing in a bounty, when the guy got the upper hand and pulled a blade out of nowhere, stabbing you in the stomach before escaping. Din shot him for good measure, but ultimately let him escape, more worried about your safety than the handful of credits you’d receive for the bounty. You’re coughing up blood as he rushes you back to the Crest, and awful thoughts are running through his mind about what’s going to happen to you. 

He lays you in your cot, you’re barely conscious at this point and he races for the medkit, and he sighs because he knows this wound is going to need to be cauterized. A bacta patch won’t do the job on this one. He apologies and runs a hand lovingly down your cheek before he starts the cauterizer and gets to work. You initially cry out in pain, but you soon slip into unconsciousness as Din works at the stab wound.

He eventually gets it cauterized and covered in a bandage. He sits next to you, just staring down at your peaceful features. He sighs deeply, wondering how much longer he can go on pretending he doesn’t love you. He leaves you to rest while he removes his armour, leaving him just in his underclothes when he returns to your side. Figuring it couldn’t hurt while you were unconscious, he tentatively removed his helmet, and lowered himself to lay down next to you, absentmindedly running a finger down the side of your face, before settling his hand over your stomach, careful of your injury.

He only meant to lay with you for a little while before putting his helmet on again and going back up to the cockpit, but the exhaustion from the day hit hard and Din fell asleep soon after laying down next to you.

Cut to you waking up, sighing at the dull pain in your stomach, but being much more confused by the weight laying across your stomach, just above where you felt the pain. Opening your eyes and looking down, you see an arm laying across your torso. You’re alarmed at first, and you follow the arm until you see the unfamiliar face of the man it belongs to. You let out a yelp and back yourself against the wall. You panic slightly, wondering who this man is and why he’s laying with you. Then you notice the familiar clothes he’s wearing, and then you see the helmet discarded on the shelving unit next to your cot. Then it hits you. It’s Din. Then you panic for a new reason. You’ve seen his face. He’s broken the Creed. 

You sit up and hold your head in your hands, feeling incredibly guilty. Then you feel him stir behind you, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him, muttering a quiet “I’m so sorry, Din.”

“For what, cyar’ika?” his unfiltered voice was like music to your ears but you don’t turn to face him, despite the confusion over the name he called you.

“I woke up and saw your face. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh...”

“Is that it? ‘Oh?’ Doesn’t that mean you can’t put it back on?”

There’s a brief pause before Din speaks again, “Not necessarily...”

“What do you mean?”

Din reaches for you, and gently pulls you back to lay down with him, chuckling lightly when he sees your eyes are screwed shut.

“I can show my face to my wife or child.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Well I’m not either of those things, Din.”

“I know... and I’m not suggesting you marry me this instant, but...” he takes a deep breath before continuing, and you can feel your heart hammering in your chest, “if you were to become my wife at some point, I guess this could be a loophole? You can see me but I still get to keep the helmet on...”

You’re too stunned to say anything so he continues, “I’ve thought about it for a while now, and... I love you, Y/N.”

That makes you open your eyes, “Really? You’re not just saying that because I’ve seen your face?”

“I truly mean it.” You take in his features properly now, and you see the worry etched in them.

“I love you too, Din. I have a for while too.” You smile at him and watch as he visibly relaxes, pulling you against him. You wince slightly at the pressure of his stomach against yours and he immediately apologises.

You look in his eyes and see the adoration there, leaning in slowly, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” you whisper as you press your lips to his. He kisses you back softer than you could ever have imagined, bringing a hand to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss, before pulling away breathless.

“Definitely worth the wait.” He whispers against your lips before pulling you in again.

[starrynite7114]

Misconstrued: Part 4

A/N: Hello my lovelies! This one was hard to write, I just want to give a shout out to my twin, @justahopelessssromantic​, she really coached me through this last update. I just want to apologize in advance, please don’t hate me. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy this update!

Also, thank you again for the response I’ve been getting for this story.  I enjoy reading all of your comments!

Anon:  I don't know if this is too specific but could you do something about Angel ruining a date and later admits it because he loves them and then they have some angry smut and late night fluff

Word Count: 5106

Warnings: Angst, Smut. 

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Angel twirled you around using the hand that was holding yours. He pulled you against him, wrapping a shoulder around you as you giggled. He kissed your cheek, enjoying the time he had off to be with you. You two were walking towards the movie theater with Coco and Gilly trailing behind. This was going to be your date, but you invited Gilly and Coco to come along, knowing they needed a break from whatever the heck your tio was having them do. 

“I really wanted us to be alone.” Angel murmured into your ear before he placed another kiss on your head. 

Angel was very affectionate and you were trying to be as affectionate as him. This was brand new for you. The one boyfriend you had was during your sophomore year of college and it didn’t really feel much of a relationship. You were almost certain that he befriended you since you were breezing through chemistry. After all, your relationship lasted about as long as your chemistry series for university did, but you were never bitter since you were still into Diego at that point.

“Be nice, they perked up when you said we were going to the movies.” You playfully elbowed Angel and he chuckled. 

“You’re such a saint baby.” He shook his head. 

You got the tickets for Captain Marvel, a movie you’ve been wanting to watch. The boys were Marvel fanatics so it didn’t take much to coerce them to see the movie. Angel grabbed snacks for you and him. Gilly and Coco jeered him, asking him what about them, which made the two of you laugh.

“I already let you go on my date, you two should be buying our food.” Angel flipped them off. 

“You’re right,” Gilly nodded, he looked over at you. “Y/N, what would you like since you’re the one who invited us.”

You laughed as Angel rolled his eyes. “I’m good Gilly, Angel got all my favorites.”

“No he didn’t, he didn’t get your KitKat bar.” Coco pointed out before turning to the cashier to order it for you. 

“You didn’t want chocolate baby.” Angel pouted, not liking the fact that he forgot something you liked. 

“I didn’t, just let them have it.”

The four of you made your way to your seats, with Angel and Gilly on either side of you. You loved going to the movies. You always enjoyed it and the seats were so comfortable as of late. Angel placed your food on the table that was attached to your seat. You got fish and chips while Angel got popcorn. Unlike you, Gilly, Coco and Angel already had dinner. You met them at the scrapyard after your shift and they just finished eating. 

“So, what are we doing after this?” Angel questioned you as he took a fry.

“I don’t work tomorrow, so I don’t really care what we do.” You shrugged. “Anything in particular you want to do?” 

“Want to watch the sunrise?” Angel knew how much you love nature. You always spoke to him about the Big Sur and Yosemite, how you had all these hiking trails you wanted to take him up north. 

“Are we taking Gilly and Coco?” 

“Fuck no.” 

You got off Angel’s bike, shoving your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. Angel wrapped his arm around you as you two made your way down to the sand. It was 5:20 and you two had twenty minutes to spare before the sun would rise. The skies were becoming lighter and you just enjoyed the breeze as it blew through you and Angel. 

You two sat down on the little edge that separated the sidewalk and the sand. Angel intertwined your hands, resting it on your lap. It was quiet, with a few people doing their morning workout, but otherwise, the beach was empty. 

After the movie, you two said your goodbyes to Gilly and Coco. You two went home for a few hours to take a mini nap before getting up to make your way to Oceanside, California, which was half and an hour drive. You love riding with Angel, feeling the wind against your face, how freeing it felt. 

“Has Diego reached out to you?” Angel noticed that you never mentioned Diego after two nights ago when he had confessed his feelings for you. He’s encountered Diego a few times and he could feel the glare that he threw his way every time they would run into each other. Angel was an asshole, but the satisfaction of that reaction from Diego, it was priceless. 

He fucking won. 

Diego could go fuck himself. 

“Yes, but I just ignore his messages.” You shrugged. “Has he approached you?”

“Fuck no, he knows better.” Angel knew that Diego would stay away. He was reaching his tipping point and if Diego even approached you one more time, he would sing to Bishop. The smugness that Diego had would be wiped out. Angel doesn’t think that Bishop would strip him of his patches, but he knew he would receive some repercussions for his actions. 

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course querida, you can always be honest with me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you and say it didn’t stir something in me when Diego confessed to me.” Angel gazed at the ocean then, not wanting you to see the hurt in his eyes. “But, it wasn’t the same. I didn’t feel the way I thought I would feel.”

“And why is that?”

“Because of you, all I could think of was you. I wanted you to be there so you could tell him to go away. Diego was my best friend, but after everything that happened, everything with us, I no longer see him in that way. I want to be with you, no one else, just you.” You confessed, which surprised you. Feelings were always difficult for you, it was the reason you were never actually able to tell Diego that you liked him. But with Angel, he always made you feel at ease. You could share everything with him. Though, it took you some time to actually tell him how you felt and it took him meddling, you were glad he did.

It showed you what was missing between you and Diego all those years ago.

You were naive to think that Diego had feelings for you, yet, he never confessed to you. But Angel, he did it, he told you that he loves you and when he did, it was something else.

“When you told me that you love me, it was different. I can’t explain it, but it was the best thing I’ve ever heard. I always thought my crush on you was one sided, then you kept charming your way in my life and I fell in love with you.” 

Angel grinned, squeezing your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of your hand. “And I meant it, I truly love you. Nothing is going to come between us, especially not Diego.” He couldn’t breathe without you. He tried to put distance between you two at the beginning, but he knew it was futile. It really fucking was, it was a sad attempt on trying to keep his feelings at bay. He was moody, which Coco and Gilly gladly always pointed out to him. 

You and Angel watched as the sun rose, illuminating the skies and the water. Just being in the mere presence of one another was enough for you both. You two love one another and it may have been too soon to say it, but neither of you cared. This was building ever since Angel introduced himself to you. And after a year or so, you two were finally together. 

And Angel had no plans of letting you go. 

This was it for him. 

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Diego took his phone out as he sat on the picnic table, enjoying his break from the scrapyard. He was getting used to life in Santo Padre. Maybe the city truly did grow on you or maybe it was the fact you were around. Regardless, Diego was contemplating on transferring down, to be closer to you. Regardless of what happened a few nights ago, he knew he could make improvement with you, all he had to do was take Angel out of the picture for just a few days. 

Nothing sadistic or malicious, but he was certain he could convince Bishop to send Angel up north for a few days. 

He smirked at that thought, taking a drag out of his cigarette and exhaling it out of his nose and mouth. It became an obsession for him at this point. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it became an obsession, but after he broke up with Regina, contrary to popular beliefs, he left her not the other way around, he was set on getting you back.

He missed the way you felt in his arms whenever you would accidentally fall asleep while watching one of your lame movies you love seeing. He missed the way he would come over to your apartment, a home cooked meal waiting for him. He missed hearing your snort whenever you would laugh so hard at his corny jokes. He missed being able to run to you whenever club shit got too heavy for him.

He just fucking missed you.

And the fact that Angel was getting in the way, it didn’t sit well with him.

Diego could admit that he was an asshole, but he would do anything to get you back.

Even if it meant bringing Coco and Gilly down with Angel. 

He heard steps against the gravel and looked up to find Coco making his way over to him. The smirk on his face became smug, knowing exactly why Coco Cruz was making his way over to him.

“Can we talk pretty boy?” Coco was fuming. The last thing he needed to worry about was Diego, but after last night, Diego was a thorn on his, Gilly and especially Angel’s side. With Angel being MIA for some reason, here he was dealing with Diego. He seemed harmless at first, but Coco should never count out a man who wanted a woman. From what he heard from Medina and other members, Diego was cunning, manipulative, a good fighter, and even better with a gun. Diego was a natural athlete, fighting, running, things came easy for him. But Coco wasn’t impressed easily, especially since he’s been through hell and back. 

“About?” Diego sat up straight, the smugness was exuding from him.

“Don’t be a pendejo, you know what I want to talk about.” Coco glared at him, wanting to smack the smug look on his face.

“About how you’re helping the rebels?” Diego took another puff of his cigarette before he threw it to the ground. “Or about how you three are betraying the club?” Diego shrugged. “Whatever do you mean Coco?”

“Listen, this is bigger than any petty shit you have between you and Angel. This is for the longevity of the club.” Coco knew he didn’t have to explain shit to Diego, but with how he followed them last night, finding out they worked with the rebels while they were on the other side, it looked terrible. Especially with Adelita taking Galindo’s kid, the MC looking for Los Olvidados, it wasn’t didn’t look good.

“But this isn’t about me and Angel. It’s about the fact you three along with the prospect is betraying the club.” Diego stood up, looking around to make sure they didn’t have an audience. “I’m easy to talk to, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” And he could keep secrets, for the right price.

“And in return?”

“Angel breaks up with Y/N, and she comes back to Stockton with me.”

Coco chuckled. “This is your game plan, why am I not surprised?” Coco should have known this was what would appease Diego. He would hate to ask Angel to give you up, but they didn’t have a choice. They’re intentions were noble, but the club may not feel that way, at least not right now. “Angel would never let her go.”

“Then I guess Prez finds out.” Diego shrugged. 

“Don’t act innocent. We all know what you did to get where you’re at.” Coco spat out venomously. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t betray the club, did I?” 

“But you betrayed her.”

Coco was trying to restrain himself. He heard the motorcycles then, knowing that they would have company soon. Diego was so lucky that they weren’t alone cause if they were, then it would be a done deal. 

He looked back and it was EZ. He quickly made his way off his bike and called Coco over. Diego’s eyes followed them, but he stayed away. 

He made his demand.

It was only a matter of time.

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Angel was relieved that Adelita saved him along with EZ and Coco. Their partnership was going strong, but today was a too fucking close call. When he was in captivity, all he could think about was you, and how he may not be able to see you anymore. He couldn’t bear that thought, it was so painful for him. 

When they arrived at the clubhouse, he felt at ease knowing you would be there, that he would be wrapping his arms around you soon. After cracking that joke on Coco, he made his way towards the clubhouse, but Coco pulled him aside.

“I spoke to Diego.” They took a seat at the picnic table since it was empty. They didn’t need an audience. 

Angel’s blood boiled hearing Diego’s name. That motherfucker was definitely trying him. It took Gilly, EZ and Coco to hold him back from hurting Diego. He couldn’t believe this motherfucker followed them at Santo Madre, watching Galindo’s work with the ice cream man and his son. Their eyes connected through the crowd, the smug look on his face said it fucking all.

He got them and he wouldn’t hesitate to throw him under the bus.

“And?” Angel lit a cigarette, offering one to Coco which he took.

“He wants you to give up on her.” 

Angel scoffed. Over his dead fucking body he was giving you up. 

“I get it hermano, but you have to be smart about this.” Angel didn’t have to say anything, his face answered all of Coco’s questions. But this was why Coco was there, to be the reasonable one between them. “The progress we made, it would burn to the ground if we don’t do what he requests. She won’t fall for his bullshit, talk to her. She’s it, right?”

“What?” Angel stared at Coco, not surprised to hear what he was saying. He sympathized, he understood what Coco was saying, but your relationship was so fresh. He couldn’t possibly walk away now, you wouldn’t understand. But he remembered that the club was something you’ve known since you were young, maybe you would understand. 

Then the thought dawned on him, Coco’s last words sinking in. 

You were it for him, he didn’t see a future with anyone else but you. It was the reason he waited as long as he did, he wasn’t ready to make you his a few months ago with EZ coming out. He needed to reestablish his brother. But now, things were different. Angel was more than ready to be with you, but then Diego came and was just hell bent to ruin your relationship, a relationship that has yet to get off the ground. 

Now, he had to give you up. 

“She’s the one, I know, but you have to make this small sacrifice right now, if you don’t let her go, he tells Bishop. You’re no good to her six feet under.” Coco always had such a way of putting things in perspective for him. 

“Fuck,” Angel breathed out. “I can’t, if I give up on her now, Diego will sink his claws back into her.”

“That’s why I’m telling you to be honest with her. It’s risky, but I know she’ll be loyal to you, she’ll understand why we’re doing what we’re doing.” Coco threw his cigarette butt, stepping on it to put it out. “She’ll wait for you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, you’re it for her too. If you just saw the way she looked at you, you’d understand.” Coco left Angel to decide. He said his piece and if Angel decided to stay with you, they would cross the bridge then. 

Angel sat there for a moment, thinking about Coco’s words. He knew he was right, it was what pained him. This was unfortunately bigger than him, he had to put personal feelings aside and let you go so that he could assure that the MC would get rid of the cartel. He sighed, throwing his cigarette on the ground. He would talk to you, he wasn’t going to let you slip from his fingers. Coco was right, you would understand, two would make it work. 

Making his way inside the clubhouse, the sight that greeted him was highly ideal. You and Diego were sitting side by side, looking at his phone for some unknown reason. You laughed, snorting as you did, shaking your head at Diego. Angel cussed under his breath as he made his way over to you.

"Enjoying yourself?" Angel joined your conversation, immediately catching your attention. 

"Angel, hey," you got up to greet him with his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you in for a kiss. 

"Thanks for keeping my girl company, Diegito." The way he said Diego's nickname, it was almost a mocking tone and Diego's jaw clenched, giving him a tight smile. 

Angel led you away and you could just feel how tense he was. He brought you outside and let you go then, taking your hand and leading you to the picnic tables that were currently empty.

"You two look cozy." Angel commented, making you frown.

"Angel, come on, you know our history."

"That's the problem, I do. I trust you baby, but you're not stupid, you know why he's here."

"Yeah, but I'm not going to fall for it again." You reassured him, cupping his face, and pressing your lips against his. “I love you, remember? He’s nothing to me anymore.”

“I know mi amor, it just doesn’t sit well with me knowing he’s actively trying to win you over.” Angel felt his heart clench knowing what he had to do. He didn’t have to do it right away. One last day with her was all he wanted before he made this sacrifice. This was bigger than him, Coco was right.

It just sucked that you had to suffer because of it.

“Well he isn’t succeeding. I’m just being nice, but if you want me to stop talking to him, that’s fine with me as well.” You didn’t want Diego’s presence to ruin your relationship with Angel. After what occurred a few days ago, with Diego confessing to you, you wanted to steer clear from him with everything considered. It was mostly out of respect for your relationship with Angel. Talking to someone who you were in love with wouldn’t sit well with Angel and you know it didn’t. 

“I’m not trying to control you, I just don’t want him to sweet talk you.” Angel had his hands resting on your hips while yours rested on his shoulder. 

“Angel, if his confession didn’t move me, what could possibly sway me his way?” 

It was true, Angel knew that and this was breaking his heart. To actually hand you over to some asshole he despised just to assure him, Coco, and Gilly’s survival, it pained him, but like Coco said, it was a small sacrifice. 

But he was hoping once he explained everything to you, you would understand. 

Angel’s phone vibrated and it was an unregistered number on his phone. 

It was a picture of him with Adelita, walking side by side. Another message was a video with himself, Adelita, and Coco. 

‘It would be a shame if this was sent to Prez and El Padrino.’

The fury on Angel’s face was unmistakable. Your eyebrows furrowed looking at his features. Softly, you squeezed his should, his attention drifting away from his cellphone and back to you.

“Are you okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah amor, I’m good.” He gave you a smile, but you could tell it wasn’t genuine. It was tight and it didn’t reach his eyes. 

But you let it go, nodding your head. 

“You ready to get out of here?” 

“Damn baby, I gave you the dick once and you’re insatiable.” 

You rolled your eyes, smacking him playfully on his chest. “Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan.”

You sighed as Angel kept your legs spread out for him, spelling the alphabet on your pussy. Every time you came, he restarted back to A and this was the third time he was restarting.

“Angel, baby, please, I can’t take anymore.” You were trying to push his head away, but it was to no avail. You literally had no strength. 

Angel kisses your inner thigh, stopping at the letter ‘S’. He smirked, proud of how wet he made you, how you were putting in his hand. 

“Come on baby, gotta learn self control.” He teased you.

Angel loved that you were inexperienced. It was to his advantage since he could teach you all these things, give you all your firsts. Diego was still in his mind, the weight of the decision on his shoulders, but he wanted to spend one more night with you before things changed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take the heartbreak in your eyes, it would crush him. 

But he would make it up to you, he really would.

“I have self control, but this is ridiculous.” You tried to close your legs, but Angel moved to kneel in between them. 

“You ready?” Angel knew you were ready, but he knew how sensitive you must feel right now.

You shook your head, placing your hand on his stomach. He moved his cock up and down your slit, coating it with your wetness. You moaned, shaking your head. 

“It’s too much right now.” You tried to move away but he held your hips down.

“I promise it won’t be so bad, you’ll feel so good baby.” Angel coaxed, placing kisses all over your neck, trying to bring the fire up again. “You’re so fucking wet too baby, I’m just going to slide right in.” Angel was almost sure that wasn’t true, but he did prep you as best as he could.

You know Angel would take care of you, that it was going to feel good once he was buried inside you. “Okay.”

Angel lines his cock up to your opening, coating the tip before pushing himself in. He groaned, looking down at you, watching the pure pleasure on your face as you arched your back, holding on to his forearms as his hands held your legs apart. Angel watched where you two were joined, cursing under his breath. 

Watching all these new sensations coarse through your body, the whimpering and moans that you let out was music to his ears. He had this possessiveness over you. He was your first and he intended to keep you by his side and be your last.

But then Diego poked at him. 

That motherfucker.

He should have known.

Known that he would pull some shit like this. 

“Fuck Angel,” you voice broke him out of his thoughts. His vision cleared and you were watching where you two were joined, your pupils were dilated and Angel was sure he was as well. 

“Feel good, Querida?” He slowed his pace when he noticed you were tightening up around him. You fell back, arched back and his name on your lips. Angel loved seeing you so vulnerable, see how much you were enjoying this, how intimate this was. “I fucking love you, don’t ever fucking forget that.”

You nodded unable to speak as Angel fastened his pace again.

“Can’t get enough huh?” Angel cockily asked you.

You shook your head, pulling Angel down so your lips could meet. He moved you two so you were sitting on his lap as he sat down, guiding you to move up and down his cock. You felt that familiar feeling as this position was hitting you at the right spot. Angel thrusted up, sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys all over. You loved the feel of his beard against your skin, how it slightly tickled, but you loved it. Giving him an open mouthed kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Angel pulled away, wanting to watch you as you came. You bit your lip, but Angel smoothed it out, wanting to hear you. 

“Angel, I need-,” you felt yourself tightening up, but it wasn’t enough. It was like you couldn’t reach that orgasm, but it was so close. 

“I got you baby.” He placed you on your back. Angel thrusted into you, his thumb on your clit, rubbing it. 

“Shit, that feels so good.” You moaned out as you clamped down on Angel. The familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach came for the fifth time that night and you let out an ‘Oh god’, as Angel continued to fuck you through your orgasm. 

“Look at that, that’s my fucking girl.” Angel pulled out, watching as his cum dripped down. He licked his lips, gathering whatever came out and pushed it inside once again. He was a bastard for thinking it, but he hoped he got you pregnant so even after he fucked up, you couldn’t leave him. 

Angel helped you clean up, slipping in under the covers with you in his arms. He knew you were asleep, especially with tonight’s activity. 

“Please forgive me, amor. Once I handle Diego, you’ll be back in my arms for good.” He knew you couldn’t hear him. 

Tomorrow was going to be a bitch. 

You stretched, loving the soreness you felt between your legs. A smile crossed your face as you opened your eyes. You reached over your nightstand and got your glasses. Angel was no longer beside you, which was not surprising since you knew he had a shift at the scrapyard. Taking your phone out, you saw you had a message from him and a few other people, but he was the first one you opened. 

But you wished you didn’t. 

You really wished you didn’t.

‘Y/N, we’re done. I got what I wanted from you. Sorry I strung you along, but now that I got what I wanted, we’re done. Thank you for giving yourself to me, I'll never forget it.’

You couldn’t believe it. You reread the message over and over again in disbelief. This wasn’t Angel. He wouldn’t use you, he knew what you went through. After everything you two went through this past year and half, there was no way he was faking everything.

But that voice at the back of your head, mocked you, chuckling at your rebuttal for every negative thought it threw at you. Insecurities were a bitch and you felt like the world was closing in on you again. This was worse than what happened with Regina and Diego, which bothered you. But Angel was different. You were in love with Angel, a man that thought you were worth the risk no matter who your relatives were. He saw you for more than your relations within the organization and now, you felt like a fool.

A sob escaped your lips as his words ran through your mind, now coupled with that voice at the back of your head. 

‘You’ll never be good enough.’

‘Another man who you thought was worth the risk, but at the end, you looked like a fool again.’

‘You’re not worth loving. You’ll always be just that friend.’

You felt your heart break, laughing at how much of a fool you were. 

Fuck Angel Reyes. 

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Angel felt shitty. He was looking at his phone every fifteen minutes hoping to see some reply from you, but there was nothing. He wasn’t surprised, but there was some part of him that wished you replied. 

“You okay?” Coco questioned as they took a smoke break.

“No, I broke up with her.”

“Shit, well, here she comes now.” Coco warned.

As soon as Angel turned around the sting on his cheek was immediate. His head recoiled, his eyes immediately on you. He didn’t want to see your face, he didn’t want to see the hurt in your eyes. He loves you, but this was something he had to do. Diego was at the corner of his eye, wiping off his sweat, a smirk on his face. The victory etched on his face was too much, but he had to do this.

“Fuck you Angel,” you venomously spat out. “I gave myself to you and you broke up with me through text. You can go fuck your self. You’re no better than the person you apparently tried to protect me from. I just wished you didn’t fuck with me as hard as you did.”

Before Angel could even utter a word, you walked away, moving away from Bishop when he tried to approach you. His eyes locked on Angel and it made him swallow hard.

“Prez,” Angel began, but Bishop cut him off.

"You strike me as a smart man, so I know you didn't fuck with her feelings. I don't care what you do, but you're going to fix this or I'm going to hang your balls outside the fucking gate." Bishop smacked Angel upside the head and walked away with Hank and Taza in tow.

Diego approached Angel, taking his phone out. Stopping beside him so Angel could see his phone screen, he deleted all the contents he has with Adelita in it.

“I’m a man of my word.” Diego clapped a hand on Angel’s shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. “This is the best for her. You know it, that’s why you let her go.”

Diego walked away, thinking of what he could do for you later so that he could keep you company. Angel broke your heart, so he was going to mend it for you. And in good time, you would be back in his arms. 

Coco approached Angel, placing a hand on his shoulder knowing that a storm was brewing. 

“Did he delete everything?” Coco asked

“Yep.”

“We’re getting even right?”

Angel turned to him and smirked. “He won’t even fucking see what’s coming for him.”

[littlespoonevan]

i think you’ve done one before where ian and mickey run into trevor? but i’d love another one like that. or caleb. or kash. or literally anyone from the earlier seasons (could even be an old school mate who we don’t know!) and who has a shocked reaction that they are still together/married.

anon said:prompt: ian and mickey introducing each other as husbands at a group event scenario

so because i combined two prompts here, have two blasts from the past!! (though idk who’s gonna be happy to see caleb lmao hopefully the 2nd guest makes up for it) i hope u like it!!! :D

*

Mickey loosens his tie as he scans the room, idlywondering when exactly he’ll stop putting himself in uncomfortable socialsituations for Ian’s sake. Then again, Ian walking towards him in his fancyblazer with the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a bottle of beer ineither hand is a very particular fantasy he’s enjoying right now.

“How’re you holding up?” Ian asks, handing one of thebeers off to Mickey and sliding his free arm around Mickey’s waist. It’s prettyfucking ridiculous how quickly it makes Mickey relax but he figures he marriedIan for a reason.

When Ian had first told him about the benefit all theSouth Side emergency services were holding to raise money for a new hospitalwing Mickey had thought it sounded like his own personal version of hell. Buthe’d realised pretty quickly it was also Ian’s personal version of hell so he’dagreed to go.

Now that he’s here he’s gotta admit it’s not so bad.The charming, confident persona Ian used to wear back when he’d drag Mickey toafter-club parties back in the day seems come back to his husband easily enoughwith Ian flashing everyone hundred-watt smiles and schmoozing with thehigher-ups. There have been a few moments where Mickey’s felt uncomfortablestanding next to him but only because of his total lack of understanding aboutall the medical bullshit everyone is spewing rather than him actually feelinglike he’s being excluded from the conversation.

Plus, he can’t help the way he inwardly preens everytime Ian introduces him as his husband.

“’m surviving,” Mickey tells him, leaning into Ian’sside. “This place’s got good beer.”

“Its one saving grace,” Ian jokes, dropping a kiss onMickey’s temple. “Sorry, I know you’re probably bored. Just another hour or twoand we can hit the Alibi.”

The last thing Mickey wants to do is stay out evenlonger when Ian’s standing next to him looking like he does but he hums in acquiescenceanyway. Not like Ian’ll be complaining later on.

“It’s fine, man, I get it,” Mickey says, turning intoIan so they’re facing each other and putting his free hand on Ian’s hip. “You’restill on probation and it’s a fuckin’ miracle your old job even took you back.You need to stay here and act like employee of the month – I know the deal.”

Ian’s beaming at him by the time he’s finishedtalking and Mickey clears his throat, aware his ears are probably turning red.

“You’re the best,” Ian tells him, the words half lostto Mickey’s mouth as he darts in to kiss him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mickey huffs when he pulls away, tryingnot to act as flustered as he feels. “You can show me how much you appreciateme later.”

Ian’s smile turns devilish and he uses the arm aroundMickey’s waist to draw him in closer. “Oh, I plan to.”

Mickey’s just about to incite a game of chicken whenIan suddenly freezes and Mickey raises his gaze from Ian’s mouth to his eyes.Turning to look over his shoulder he attempts to follow Ian’s gaze but there’stoo many unrecognisable faces around for him to tell who Ian’s looking at.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, squeezing Ian’s hip to gethis attention.

Ian blinks, looking back to Mickey with an expressionthat’s some weird mix of panicked, apologetic and determined. “My ex is overthere.”

Mickey whips around again to look before he remembershe has no clue what Ian’s ex even looks like. “The firefighter?” he guesses.

Ian nods, offering him a tight smile. “Caleb,” hesays. “It’s fine, I don’t think he saw me.”

Which is probably the stupidest fucking thing Iancould’ve said because, of course, five seconds later someone’s calling out adisbelieving, “Ian Gallagher?”

Ian plasters a fake smile on his face and Mickeytakes a moment to pray for patience before he turns around to eye up the guymaking his way towards them. He’s attractive, in that clean-cut all-American way.He looks like the very definition of normal which Mickey knows just translatesto boring in Ian’s brain.

Ian had told him a little about him when they’dtalked shit through in prison. Said he’d been Ian’s attempt at a “normal”relationship that didn’t require all that much emotional effort because he’dpretty much been trying to haul himself out of a depressive episode when they’dmet. He’d also admitted he’d been trying to shove Mickey out of his mind at thetime which had hurt but he gets it, he thinks. God knows, he’d tried to drinkIan away in Mexico. It doesn’t hurt all that much now with Ian’s arm around himand Ian’s ring on his finger.

“Hey Caleb,” Ian greets half-heartedly when Calebreaches them and Mickey takes a drink of his beer to hide his laugh. It’s astark contrast to the enthusiastic friendliness Ian’s been sporting all night.

“How’ve you been?” Caleb asks, all earnestness thatMickey doesn’t trust for a second. “It’s been what? Nearly four years?”

“Yeah, I guess about that,” Ian agrees, voicecompletely neutral. “I’ve been good. I’m-“ he pauses and looks down at Mickeywith a smile that makes his knees weak. “Well, I’m married now,” Ian  says proudly, arm tightening around Mickey. “Thisis my husband, Mickey.”

Caleb’s mouth drops open in shock as his eyes flashto Mickey and Mickey immediately feels himself puffing up his chest. He’s readyfor whatever bullshit this fucker tries to throw at him.

“Wow,” Caleb splutters after a beat. “Congratulations.I- you’re his ex, Mickey, right?”

Mickey clears his throat and rubs at his eyebrow,pointedly using his left hand so he can show off his rings. “Not exactly his exanymore.”

“Right!” Caleb says quickly. “Sorry. You get what Imean, just- you two were broken up before.”

“Yeah, almost the biggest fucking mistake of my life,”Ian cuts in and he’s over-exaggerating a little for Caleb’s sake but Mickey canstill tell he means it. “No way am I letting him go again.” He directs the lastpart to Mickey and Mickey can only hold his gaze for a couple of seconds beforehe has to look away, throat feeling thick with emotion.

Caleb looks at a complete loss for words and Mickeyfeels privately vindicated. Yeah, gocrawl back to whatever hole in the past you came from, he thinksmutinously.

“That’s um- I’m glad you’re so happy,” Caleb says finallyand Mickey’s just narrowing his eyes to try and figure out if he means it whenhe hears another familiar voice calling his name.

“MickeyMilkovich?”

And Christ, Mickey never thought he’d ever be happyto hear a fucking cop calling hisname.

He promptly turns away from Caleb, hearing Ian’sexcuse of, “Sorry, an old friend,” before he turns with him and then they’reboth standing face to face with Tony fucking Markovich.

“Don’t tell me you’re a cop now,” Tony jokes andMickey had not expected him to lookso happy to see him.

“I don’t think they let ex-cons join the force,” hesays, blinking in surprise when Tony only laughs. Huffing an unsure laugh ofhis own, he nods in Ian’s direction. “Nah, I’m only here for Ian.”

“He’s my arm candy,” Ian cuts in, moving his arm fromMickey’s waist to drape it around his neck.

Mickey rolls his eyes but watches Tony carefully forhis reaction.

“Glad to hear you two worked shit out,” Tony says,looking painfully sincere, and since when the fuck did Tony the cop know theywere even together? “I was always rooting for you two.”

“I’ve got him locked down all official now,” Ianboasts, flashing his ring proudly at Tony.

“No way!” Tony exclaims, grin becoming impossiblywider. “That’s amazing, congrats! Let me get you two a beer later, consider ita belated wedding gift.”

Ian barks out a laugh beside him and Mickey is soconfused right now. “Hey, how’s your boyfriend?” Ian asks then. And what thefuck?

“We’re living together now,” Tony admits sheepishlyand before Mickey can stop himself he blurts out, “You’re gay?”

Tony laughs, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, Ian hadthe same reaction when he discovered that little revelation a few years ago.”

“It’s Fiona’s fault,” Ian tells him conspiratoriallyand Mickey finds a laugh bubbling out of him unexpectedly.

“Dan’s around here somewhere,” Tony says, craning hisneck to scan the room. “Hey, how about I find him and we get that drink? I haveto hear the proposal story.”

“You sure?” Mickey scoffs. “It’s a long one.”

“Eh these things are always boring anyway,” Tonyshrugs, gesturing to the banquet hall at large. “It’ll keep me entertained forthe night.”

Ian snorts beside him and waves Tony away. “Go findDan. We’ll meet you at the bar.”

Tony nods before taking his leave and Mickeyimmediately twists to face Ian once he’s gone. “What the fuck just happened?”

Ian barks out a laugh, depositing his beer bottle ona nearby table to wrap both his arms around Mickey. “The cop that you used toterrorise as a teenager just saved you from an awkward encounter with my ex.That’s what happened.”

Mickey shakes his head in disbelief. “I’ve had a lotof fuckin’ weird social interactions when you’ve dragged me to this kinda shitbut that has to be the weirdest.”

Ian laughs again, hugging him close and pressing hislips to Mickey’s forehead. “Just accept the free beer and remember it’sprobably good for us to have a friend who’s a cop.”

“A gayfriend who’s a cop, apparently,” Mickey scoffs, leaning his forehead againstIan’s shoulder a moment later. “Tony better not cheap out on the beer.”

Ian rubs his hand across Mickey’s shoulder blades, breathinghim in. “Pretty sure he’s on better pay than both of us so I think we’re good.”

“Come on,” Ian says then, catching Mickey’s hands anddragging in the direction of the bar. “I’ll buy you a shot of tequila first tocalm you down.”

“I can think of something else that’d calm me down,”Mickey says pointedly, nodding in the direction of the bathroom and raising hiseyebrows.

Ian halts, sizing him up for a moment and Mickeyknows he’s won before Ian even opens his mouth.

“Tony won’t miss us for a couple of minutes, right?”

Mickey grins, triumphant, and begins towing Ian inthe opposite direction.

He could get used to these benefit things.

*

[tonyglowheart]

Idk who to talk to about this but last year I came across a white couple that got married as Wangxian and am kind of dreading people getting married as bride!XL (I mean I don’t think I’m comfortable with it even when they’re cosplaying the character’s Period but I’m trying(maybe failing) to be generous) bc it’s specifically CHN marriage tradition. Knowing how people can love EAsian media yet be racist towards us anyway, the growing global sinophobia just makes this feel worse. Am I overreacting?

Hi anon!

I don’t necessarily think you’re overreacting because your personal sore points are informed by your specific life experiences and the kinds of racism and microaggressions you’ve encountered and grown weary and leery of. I know I have points where I react to/against, that doesn’t affect everyone, and may not even affect a majority. At the very least, there’s reasons why I shy away from engaging with fic and specific fandoms in certain spaces, that I know are valid for me, and may be discussed as far as how it parallels or plays into wider trends, but that that doesn’t necessarily mean it translates to blanket prohibitions or guidelines or such.

From what you’ve described to me, I think I’d be wary of it, but not altogether against it? I think if someone is doing a cosplay wedding.... that’s kind of whatever to me. When something becomes a media franchise like that, I kind of feel like that kind of thing is going to happen. It may not be perfectly equitable as far as like playing into issues of Orientalism and colonialism/postcolonialism/neocolonialism go, but also from a more personally pragmatic point, there’s only so many fucks I have to give, and there’s things that, if for no other reason than personal sanity, I have learned and am letting to let go. We can’t redo the history of the world so as to completely erase or eradicate Western colonization or the structures and patterns laid out in history for neocolonialism.

Another thing I have to grapple with, is that we/I shouldn’t turn our ire to the individual. On an individual level, the specific person isn’t enacting systemic inequality, even if their actions play into it. The best we can hope for, if we have the energy and means, is to reach out and try to connect with people and explain our perspective and our history, to see if we can connect with them in such a way that they understand what we’re saying and where we’re coming from. That’s not something that can be forced or brute-forced.

The bride!XL matter... yeah is more of a sticking point - although to me, bride!XL’s costume is still a costume, its patterns and motifs are slightly atypical for your traditional bridal attire. I do also want to kind of point out that the “traditional” Chinese wedding attire tends to be based off a Qing dynasty style and design, which has a further internal complexity of it being “Chinese,” but not being traditional Han ethnic clothing and rather based more on Manchu traditions. Similar to the topics ppl grapple with regarding the qipao/cheongsam, and part of the reason for the hanfu revival movement.

For me personally, I find it... unideal for people to be dressing up in a “costume” for marriage, especially when it DOES tie into the culture, but at the same time I feel like if people are going out of their way to dress as bride!XL (and not just “oh I found this “bridal costume” and thought it would be cute”), then that means Xie Lian and TianGuan means something to them. Watching wedding dress shows, the whole Western tradition of white or close-to-white gowns IS very strong, if not with the bridal party then with the families, so poteeentially for them to break from that, hopefully to me means that it DOES mean something to them, even if it may not be what I or we want it to. I think for me, if people were co-opting marriage traditions or customs in an uniformed matter, I’d be more tilted about it lmao, but that’s me and my comfort level.

I feel you tho on racism and sinophobia and people who will consume EAsian media but still be racist towards people. I think that’s a valid point of contention. I think you see it played out in the greater fandom :/ Not, tho, always in every case that’s popped up as a “racism” issue. But I do think it’s there, and I think some of the recent discourse on racism in fandom - which was prevalent what feels like a year ago but was actually a couple months - also has roots in real issues and trends.

Hrmm tl;dr tho? I think you’re valid and not necessarily overreacting, because there IS a lot of history and honestly, contemporary actions and trends, which make that uncomfortable and possibly even damaging. But at the same time.... I think generally on a fandom level, these individual situations are somewhat inevitable especially for larger-reaching fandoms (as far as like the fandom bell curve goes), and aren’t necessarily single-handedly enacting and enforcing all of those bevvy of -isms. And even then, as an individual, we can’t stop other people from making the decisions they make and doing the things they do with their own lives. The topic is complicated bc we have the the confluence of fandom competing needs and racial/social justice competing needs which is, you know, complicated by additional swathes of intersectional identities and issues. 

I’m sorry I don’t really have an easy answer for you or any kind of reassurance or anything. But I don’t necessarily think you’re discomfort is invalid, but at the same time I think it’s a good opportunity to try to reflect on it, interrogate what might be some more extreme impulses you might have as far as reacting or responding, and practice self-care where you can as far as curating your experience to be as harm-free for yourself as you can and focus as much as you can on the aspects you can control instead of remaining in the agonizing of the factors that are outside of your control. Because as much as it might gall me, there ARE factors I cannot personally control or influence, and that can even include people who are, on paper, in my immediate sphere of influence. If they don’t want to listen to me or find other competing needs more compelling, I can try to reach out and explain where I’m coming from all I want, but I can’t force anyone to reciprocate or honestly, even listen. So instead of focusing my energy onto the minds I can’t change, I think in the long run it’s more productive and more enjoyable to focus on the things I CAN affect. And on some things, I find I’ve had a better/more enjoyable time blacklisting instead of focusing overly on the factors outside of my control and trying to force things outside of my control to somehow happen anyway.

Now of course, it’s easy for me to SAY that now lmao. I mean, I know I’m not without flaws or salt. My saltmines run deep and my wounds remain rather sensitive and not yet numbed by time and my salt does indeed runneth over, maybe more often than ppl who aren’t me and who are following my blog for specific things would rather. And I don’t have it in me to always be magnanimous or extend people good faith without a second thought, especially if it’s something that hits a trigger. But idk, psychologically speaking, and even just from a personal level, it’s not helpful to me or even potentially to others to be so focused on things I can’t control or influence and to like be stuck in suffering so much. We only have so many hours and so many brain cells to devote to things.

...I literally have no clue how to wrap this up oh god. uhhh real tl;dr ig: anon I think you’re valid, but also like... from my personal experience... I’m suffering either way so for me I’m like. might as well learn to let it go so I’m not actively suffering over this particular thing and either free up braincells to try to building towards thriving or so I can suffer about things that are due to “me” reasons, or short of that, I do not see.meme it so at least I’m not being actively triggered by it (I think this is more where I’m at right now,,,, lmao,,, F). Ur valid tho, I know the struggle of “am I the one being issues” but that ALSO becomes stifling (or it did for me), when I felt like I had to shut up and behave so as to not ruffle Westerner feelings. But also suffering is rough and I encourage you, for your own peace of mind, to explore ways to lessen your suffering, bc that shit is rough.

[sometimesrosy]

Anonymous said:You think you are snarky but you can't even explain why Clarke didn't react to Bellamy being dead #she was sure he was dead# when she's been crying over L for decades now 😂 Guess you aren't that snarky!

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aww darling, that’s not what snarky means.

Google is your friend, nonny. (that is snarky.)

Clarke didn’t react to Bellamy being dead because she’s the one who left him behind to die. When she did that, it was a choice. It wasn’t something she discovered. She left him behind to die and assumed that he did.

Then she went cold and ruthless, she went hardcore wanheda and turned off her emotions, and dragged Madi off whether she liked it or not.

And for that matter, even though she’s the one who left him for dead, Clarke DID react to the thought of him being dead, when she was dragging Madi through the woods and Madi made a dig at her, saying Bellamy was probably already dead. She nearly tripped.

Then when she found out that Bellamy wasn’t dead at all and that he was alive, she reacted AGAIN. Not only in some subjective “oh what does that look on her face mean,” but in dialogue. “Oh NOW you care about Bellamy?” “I always cared about Bellamy,” teary eyes included.

I’d also like to point out to you that she has not been crying over L for decades. A decade is *ten years.* This show has been on for *six* years. The show has portrayed a time span of less than *seven* years. When you say someone has been doing something for *decades* you are saying they have been doing it for AT LEAST 20 years, because the plural of a decade is more than one ten year period.

I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume english is your second language and you are not just ignorant, lazy and mean.

But also, not only are you using words wrong and interpreting Clarke’s reactions badly, but you’re also continuing some stupid ship war that honestly does NOT need to be happening.

I am not nor have I ever argued about whether or not L loved Clarke or Clarke loved L. They loved each other it’s canon, it’s part of her character and her story.

However, The 100 is no longer about that storyline. It’s over. We have had some moments where we get closure on it. The character, while not alive anymore, has still been in the flame so we get to have some continuing moments that help Clarke make peace with the past and move forward.

It’s quite interesting that the CL antis and the Blorke antis are nearly indistinguishable when they send nasty anons. Are you salty because your ship is dead and trying to prop up CLs importance in the narrative? Or are you salty because your ship has not boned yet and are trying to prove that JR is an evil villain who hates Bellarkers and I am delusional for still shipping Bellarke?

This story is about bellarke. Clarke is in love with Bellamy. Clarke DID love L and then she died. If she hadn’t died, they wouldn’t have worked out, because L wanted to kill her people and Clarke did not want her people to die and that’s kind of an insurmountable relationship conflict. This, of course, is not canon, because L didn’t live. So you are free to think whatever might have happened if she had lived.

But we do know that Bellamy DID live. And Clarke loves him. She talked to him 2199 days straight. She was jealous of B/E. She reaches out to him constantly. She cares for him, very very deeply. And he returns the feelings.

Things aren’t figured out yet, this is true. They have not kissed (except for a kiss of life) or confessed their feelings of love (although they have confessed their feelings that are the definition of love (need, care, trust, believe, commitment, partnership, etc.) They have not boned. This is true. Of course, love is not defined by those things. No it’s not. That’s a shipping definition that COULD show a romantic relationship, or it could show a short lived and intense sexual encounter of varying meaning (because sex doesn’t mean love and kissing doesn’t mean love and saying you love someone doesn’t mean love either because people can lie or change their minds or have bad ideas of love.) What makes a romance in a story is a STORY. ABOUT. ROMANCE. 2 characters. A connection. Yearning to be together. Obstacles in their way. And if you get to the end of the story, eventual union of the couple in love.

That is Bellarke. It does not describe B/E. There was no yearning. The obstacle in their way is that Bellamy loves Clarke. It COULD be a love triangle where Bellamy chooses Echo IF the story were being told differently. If they showed us more connection between B/E than they do Bellarke. IF the minor attempts to recommit to Echo were followed through on. If there had been any development to understand why B/E was a lasting relationship, but there isn’t. All of that narrative has gone towards Bellarke. Which makes Bellarke the endgame romance in the love triangle of C/B/E.

CL could be described that way in s3A, but it would have to be described as a TRAGIC romance, because they can’t be together and then L died. Flarke might also be described as a tragic romance, even though Clarke stopped yearning for Finn because he was a creep. And then he died. He never stopped yearning. Actually it was only nominally a romance, it was a story of a bad guy who wanted a girl, and then became obsessed when he couldn’t have her. It was rather a stalker story.

You know what? I feel like I have explained all this shit so much and y’all just keep on ignoring me the way you ignore canon. CL is DONE. Mentioning that CL existed in the past is not a sign that CL is alive or endgame. That’s not what that means. Acknowledging CL is not a betrayal of Bellarke, because it was a part of Clarke’s history and development as a character. To IGNORE an important part of the story because some fans dont’ like it would be bad storytelling.

So suck it up, if youre a blorke, and accept that CL was real. Don’t be jealous. That’s stupid.

If you’re a CL, fucking leave me alone. This is a bellarke blog and if you hate bellarke and me that much you don’t belong here. If you dont’ like that I ship them that’s your problem. If you want to pretend CL is still endgame, fine I don’t care, but don’t do it in my inbox. It’s non canon. It’s NOT in the show. And this is a The 100 blog. I am a fan of THE SHOW, not your fanon.

[headoverjojo]

Scenario where fem s/o caught Abbacchio coming out of the shower just with the towel, they never had any kind of heavy sexual interaction, even when they've being in a relationship from 8 months, is the first time she sees him without clothing. He starts to tease her about how red her face is, how innocent is she so he will never try to start any kind of sexual interaction , she start to get frustrated about how he seems to see her as someone not ready, when she is . S/o makes the first move 👀

Hello, dear anon! I’m sorry for my slowness, but I’ve finally did it! I hope you like it!

Abbacchio and his s/o who caught him after he took a shower

(Under the cut for NSFW!)

You actually met Abbacchio more than one year ago, but it was just a brief encounter and you thought you would never see again that strange yet handsome man. Fate, however, was a strange force and you met him again, this time without his crew of friends. You just exchanged with him a look and a hello, since he too recognized you.

You started to see him more around, you couldn’t miss his tall and broad form, and, after a while, you started to actively search for him among the crowd. The simple hello became light chit-chats and light chit-chats became a sort of friendship.

You found out that under that stoic resting-bitch face there were a sharp humour, an observant mind and a wounded soul. You were drawn to him, to his personality, to the way he carried himself.

Soon he started to seek you out too. You were like a breath of fresh air in his cursed life in mafia, a blessed break from his team’s antics -he loved them, but sometimes they were a bit too extra- and a ray of normality in a life that had nothing normal.

Even if he wanted to keep you far from him, in order to protect you both from his job and himself, he couldn’t deny that he had started to feel something warm in his heart, something he thought he would have never felt again. It was Bruno to gently encourage him to ask you out, to live the moment. Their life was dangerous and uncertain, they couldn’t lose the few possibilities that fate gave them.

And so he asked you to go on a date with him. To his utterly surprise you agreed also for a second date. And then a third and a fourth, and soon came the first kiss, and soon you became a couple. Abbacchio, true to his negative-self, believed that you would have got tired of him after days, weeks, if he was lucky. And yet, eight months later, you were happily still by his side.

Just one thing bothered you: he seemed not to want to get into sexual intercourses. He kissed you, sometimes really heatedly, but he restrained himself when things were about to get possibly spicy. Same for touches: he always kept in line his hands from roaming too much, to go too down.You found it utterly frustrating.

You wanted him, you wanted him so bad, and he wanted you, if his heated and hungry gazes said something, but still he didn’t make any real move. You promised to yourself to wait for him: maybe he didn’t feel ready, maybe something from his past held him back, maybe he just wanted to take it slow. You wouldn’t ever forced him in something he didn’t want, obviously.

You were still musing about it when you rang the bell at his home’s door. He didn’t come to open and, paying attention, you heard a watery roar from his bathroom. He was taking a shower.

You shrugged, fishing his backup keys from your purse and entering his home by yourself. It was not the first time it happened and Abbacchio trusted only you and his friend Bruno to have a copy of his home’s keys. You settled on the couch, after shouting a hello, and waited for him.

You thought he had heard you, since you announced yourself loudly, but you hadn’t considered that he spaced out, while showering, so you almost choked when, after a little while, he came out of the bathroom with just a towel to cover his lower half.

You both freezed, staring at each other, you in awe and he utterly surprised and taken aback by your presence.

“Y/N? When did you arrive?” he asked, collecting himself and snapping you back from your contemplation.

“Ten minutes ago, more or less. I called you b-but you seem not to have heard.” you mentally cursed at your stuttering. He arched an eyebrow, eyeing your reactions to his indecent state, and smiled a little.

“Does something trouble you, tesoro?” you shivered hearing the teasing in his deep voice, nonetheless you tried to play cool.

“Hm? Absolutely nothing.” you replied, desperately trying not to stare at his bare chest, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Are you sure? You seem a little heated.” he teased again, coming near and keeping you still with just his powerful, violet gaze. You started to feel your cheeks burn and you almost yelped when he gently caressed them with his thumb.

“Oh, your face is all red… maybe you got a cold, mia bella.” he mused, his lips slowly stretching in a knowing smirk. You pouted, starting to feel frustrated by his teasing.

“My health is fine. You… you just are roaming half-naked, that’s all!” you rumbled, making him chuckle. His thumb never stopped to caress your cheek and descended on your bottom lip, pressing it gently and testing its softness.

“What’s strange? I just got out of shower. You can’t bear my actual indecent state?” he went on, making you more and more flustered, to the point that the blush was spreading also on your neck.

“I-it’s not this!” you squealed, feeling more and more in tilt under his amused gaze. You were used to his teasings, but these… these were something new. Plus, his almost total nudity didn’t help you to stay lucid.

“No? ‘Cause it really seems so. You’re so cute, so innocent…” he murmured, giving you a light kiss on your forehead, keeping your face still by holding your chin.

“In the end, I was right to wait for you to be ready. If you blush like this just for it, I fear you would die if we have sex.” he pondered, this time half teasing and half serious.

Something snapped in you. Really he didn’t think that you were ready? So he restrained himself because of this and not ‘cause he didnt’ want you? So… so he actually wanted you?

You stared at him for a little more, wordlessy, before launching yourself to kiss him. He almost stumbled back, surprised by the strength of your assault, and cupped your face in his hands, kissing you back. His surprised mumble, when you climbed on his lap, was muffled in your mouth, as the one when you took his hands and set them on your still covered breasts.

“What are you doing?” his voice was husky and full of desire, but also careful and almost weary. You nuzzled your nose on his, circling his neck with your arms and settling more comfortably on his lap.

“I’m the one who makes the first step.” your blush was coming back more powerful than ever, but you kept yourself secure and determined. You wanted him to see and understand that you were ready as much as him.

“I love you, Leone. I love you and I really want to be intimate with you. Please, don’t keep me far.” you murmured on his lips, sinking your fingers in his long silky hair. He stared into your eyes, incredulous and deeply touched by your words. His hands were still on your breasts, where you put them, and he started to lightly squeeze them, making you gasp in surprise.

“Seems like I’ve underestimated you.” his words mixed with the kisses and your gasps. His presence was becoming more and more dominant as he gained the security that you wanted it for real, that he could finally loosen himself. You, however, didn’t want to give him all the lead: he made you wait too much to reclaim such a right.

So you slightly pulled his hair, savouring his surprised but lustful grunt, and you let your free hand roaming down his chest and firm abs, exploring every inch you could reach, enjoying the way his muscles twitched under your fingertips.

“You’re too dressed.” he grumbled, making you chuckle. You gave him another teasing kiss on the corner of his mouth, unbuttoning the first buttons of your shirt, exposing the upper part of your breasts. You felt his half-lidded gaze on them and you smiled, pressing them on his hands.

“So? Didn’t you want to undress me?” you teased, making the fire in his veins roar. His dexterous fingers flew on the buttons, undoing them fast, and soon his lips followed his fingers, kissing and biting down your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. He slowly slid your shirt off and his hands crawled up your back, following your spine, ‘till his fingers met your bra, that he unclasped, finally freeing your breasts.

Your bra ended somewhere on the floor, with the shirt, but you couldn’t care less, not when your man was kissing and sucking the tender flesh of your breasts, not when he was rolling his evil tongue around your hardened nipple. You sinked again your hands in his hair, pushing his face more in your breasts, arching your back. He knew how to put his mouth at good use and you were melting in his hands and mouth, feeling more and more lightheaded.

You breathy gasped, when his hands slid on your thighs, crawling under your skirt and lifting it up to your hips, to have easier access to your cunt. Abbacchio smiled on your skin, lifting his gaze to meet yours and you felt a shiver run down your spine, seeing the hunger and the pure lust that darkened his violet eyes.“Too fast, tesoro?” you fastly shook your head, in order to tell him that it was all fine.

“Please… keep going.” you murmured, with a faint blush on your cheeks that didn’t stop you from grinding on his more evident erection, barely hidden by the towel. You found the security you needed and you grinded more on him, letting your hands lightly squeeze his abs and fidgeting with the hem of his towel. His moans went lost in your neck, that he was biting and sucking with fervor, while his fingers were playing with your panties, stroking your still covered sex.

“Fuck, I can’t…” he cursed, watching you again with need and lust in his blown pupils. His fingers were getting dampen by your arousal and he was becoming impatient, as you. Neither of you had more patient or will to play around.

“Stop joking around, now…” you murmured, taking completely the lead. You finally unfastened his towel, freeing his erection, and slide aside your panties, grinding directly on his length and dampening it with your juices. You both sighed blissfully when you finally sat on him, letting him slide in you.

You stayed still for a bit, savouring the feeling of him deliciously stretching you, of his raspy breath on your neck, of his hands firmly gripping your hips. You smiled a little, releasing a shaky breath, and started to slowly ride him. His grip tightened to an almost bruising point, but you couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered was him, his eyes darkened by lust and his length that was pumping in you.

You crushed your lips on his, muffling both your moans, while slowly riding your release, sinking your hands in his hair and slightly pulling them, making him moan louder. His hands slid down on your asscheeks, helping you to find a steady rhythm, and his hips bucketed back to yours. His mouth never left yours, claiming it, savouring it.

Your breath became more labourated the more you neared your release. By the way he was losing the rhythm in favour of more erratic and frantic thrusts, you knew that he too was near. The last straw were his nails in your ass and a loud smack that set you over the edge. You arched your back, desperately trying to breath, while your body shaked, washed over by waves of pure pleasure and bliss.

His teeth sank in the soft flesh of your neck and he groaned, squeezing almost painfully your ass, meeting his release as well, while you dropped on his chest, feeling in a daze of pleasure and bliss. His hands slowly released your ass, sliding up to your back, hugging you tight, and he nuzzled his face in your neck, peppering it with lazy kisses, still in the afterglow.

You smiled, while resting your cheek on his temple, softly caressing his hair and nape, feeling really united with him, knowing that the last wall that keep you far had just crumbled.

“Guess you’ll have to take another shower…” you mused, making him weakly chuckle. He lovely kissed your jaw, running his hands up and down your back.

“You should join me too..” he replied, before giving you a soft kiss, gently caressing your swollen lips with his. You smiled, relaxing on him, keeping him in a warm and affectionate embrace. Yes… the last wall finally came down.Now you could finally be happy together.

[elizaviento]

Higher Power

My dear Anon -- this prompt was perfect and I thank you for the delicious images that subsequently invaded my mind.  I hope this meets your expectations, as well. 

Note:  This story features Rick/Reader D-74 from Assimilation because, you know, they’re my babies and I just love them so. 

Higher Power

(Rick Sanchez x Reader)

NSFW -- 3200 words with lots of romantic type feely feels.

(FYI:  Assimilation can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description.)

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It was Jerry’s idea to go camping.  I only agreed because I knew how much he loved it.  Rick only agreed because Beth guilted him into it.  So, you can imagine how much fun we were having while huddled around Jerry’s poor excuse for a campfire.

“Okay! Who has a scary story?” Jerry asked much too cheerfully while violently ripping open a bag of jumbo marshmallows that proceeded to spray outward, hitting him in the face before tumbling to the ground.

“Don’t worry, I brought another bag” I said before the kids could groan in disappointment. I knew Jerry better than he knew himself so the second bag of marshmallows was just a metaphor for my knack for bailing him out.

Rising from the ground, I quickly dusted off the seat of my jeans before shuffling toward my tent a few yards away, which was more difficult that I had initially taken into account.  The sky had managed to fade from the soft hues of pink and blue to pitch black in the half hour that we’d congregated around the fire and I found myself stumbling on twigs and small rocks more than once before reaching my destination.

Once I’d finally made it to my tent, I felt around for and quickly unzipped the entrance flap -- the metallic hiss of the zipper sounding as loud as a freight train in the all encompassing darkness.  Then, crawling inside on my hands and knees, I continued to navigate by touch until my hand closed around the plastic bag containing the fluffy cylinders of sugar.

When I felt something bump my ass from behind, I opened my mouth to scream the very second a hand materialized out of nowhere to engulf it.

“Jesus fuck! Calm down!” Rick’s rough whisper floated toward my ears from close by.  “You -- y-y-you’re too fuckin’ jumpy” he chided, releasing my mouth so I could breathe a sigh of relief as he crawled inside the tent beside me and flopped down on his back.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he gripped my upper arm and tugged until he’d pulled me on top of him.  I could feel, rather than see that our faces were within an inch of one another as his warm breath wafted across my skin.

“Humm?” was his only reply as he closed the short distance and pressed his lips to mine. Even in the complete blackness, his aim was perfect and I wedged one hand between his neck and the floor of the tent to hold him in place. That is, until I remembered that we were mere feet away from the remainder of our family.  Pulling back, it was my turn to place a hand over Rick’s mouth to prevent him from connecting our lips once more.  

“As much as I’d love to be defiled among the majestic beauty of nature, I’d rather not scar Jerry and Beth for life.  Or the kids.” I removed my hand from his mouth expecting something witty in retort.  I wasn’t disappointed.

“Baby, you can only be defiled once and I -- uh -- I’m pretty sure I took care of that looong ago” he purred, squeezing my ass for good measure.  I needed to nip this encounter in the bud, right now, or I’d never have the willpower to resist.  So, I pitched my body to the side until I landed on my back beside him.  

“We need to get back before Jerry assembles a search party” I warned, hoping that the threat of my brother happening upon us rutting in a tiny tent would deflate his libido.

“Ugh. For some -- someone so hot -- so sexy, you sure know how to kill a boner” he complained. My eyes were just beginning to adjust to the darkness so I could faintly make out the movement of his lanky form as he sat up, his spiky hair swishing across the vinyl ceiling of the tent.

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What felt like hours later (but was in reality only 45 minutes), Jerry had run out of cheesy campfire horror stories and was grasping at any straw to keep each family member’s attention.

“Come on, Dad” Summer whined as she pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her hoodie for the 247th time that evening on impulse, the ‘NO SERVICE’ message on the screen mocking her time and again. “Can’t we just, like, go to bed now?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jerry asked, plunging another marshmallow on the end of a twig and thrusting it directly into the fire; only to pull it free when it had transformed into a block of flaming ash.  “It’s only 9:00 o’clock!  The night’s still young!  Rick, you must know some spooky ghost stories with all that planet hopping, right?” Adjusting my gaze beyond the flickering flames, I caught a glimpse of Rick and Beth sitting directly across from me, rolling their eyes simultaneously.  

“No, Jerry” Rick spat, his face screwed up in disgust as he took a swig from his flask.  “I don’t have any spooky ghost stories ‘cause they -- g-ghosts don’t exist.”

“Well, how could you possibly know that?” Jerry countered, shoving the charred marshmallow into his mouth before spitting it right back out with a whimper.  “Ow, that’s hot!”

“It was practically smoldering like a brick of coal, Jerry” Beth explained with a sigh, wrapping her arms across her chest.  It was, indeed, becoming increasingly chilly as the evening progressed and I felt a smile tug the corners of my lips when I spied Rick draping an arm across her shoulders in an unconscious bid to warm her.  No fatherly instinct, my ass, I thought, making a mental note to point out his adorable display of affection at a later time.

“Yeah, Rick. How do y-you know ghosts don’t exist?” Morty chimed in as he speared a hot dog on his twig and very carefully hovered it above the flames.

“Be -- because there’s no such thing as a soul.  Or god.  Or the devil. It -- it’s just us, all alone fuckin’ judgin’ and -- and -- and killin’ each other in the name of some ‘higher power’ that, if it did exist, wouldn’t give two shits about any of us anyway.” He paused long enough to take another pull from the flask.  “Does that -- uh -- does that answer your question?” he finished, standing from the fallen log he and Beth were sharing in some type of mic drop-esque grand gesture.

Narrowing his eyes in the way he does right before he says something stupid, Jerry countered, “I think you do believe in a higher power, Rick.  But in your case, it’s yourself."

“Yeah! You -- y-y-you know what?  You’re absolutely right, Jerry!” Rick said, throwing his hands in the air while Beth lowered her head and pinched her brow.  I could second her reaction as I also stood to make my way back to my tent.  “‘Cause -- uh -- you know --” he continued, suddenly jabbing an index finger in my direction, “-- your sister screams -- calls me GOD every single night!”

In that very moment, everything fell eerily still and silent.  Even the crickets seemed to halt the ritualistic rubbing of their hind legs as each pair of eyes that didn’t belong to Rick grew to the size of teacup saucers.

“Uhh…” Jerry hedged while trying and failing to formulate an adequate come back.

“Seriously, Grandpa Rick?” Summer interjected while stomping away, presumably toward the tent she’d be begrudgingly sharing with Morty. “Just… gross!”  Tentatively, Morty rose to join her, the inky blackness swallowing him whole like the gaping maw of some type of mythical sea creature.

Feeling like I could vomit at any second, my eyes flicked toward Beth.  The look on her face could only be described as mortified as she also gathered up the remainder of the food and tossed it in the cooler.  “Thanks a lot, Dad” she spit sarcastically, actively avoiding eye contact with me.

Then, as if suddenly realizing what an absolute horrid thing he’d just allowed to fly from his mouth, Rick slumped forward and groaned  -- scrubbing a hand down his face before fishing the other in the inner pocket of his lab coat again for his flask.  Or should I say crutch.

“Look. I --” he began, but the damage was done and I was already striding toward the sanctuary of my tiny tent with unshed tears of humiliation and rage stinging my eyes.

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He didn’t come after me.  At least, not right away.  He knew he’d managed to piss me off royally and that if he didn’t give me time to cool off, I wouldn’t be above socking him in the jaw.

So, I lay in the dark -- staring up at the ceiling of my tent with the sleeping bag zipped up to my chin.  Once securely inside, I’d let the tears silently fall from my eyes as I seethed and seethed and cursed his name.  How could he say something like that?  In front of the kids?  In front of BETH?!  Did he really think so little of me that he wouldn’t think twice before blurting something so fucking crass in front of our family?  

Eventually, the burning sensation in my face began to cool along with the tear tracks drying on my cheeks.  Rick knew to let me be when I was truly angry because he also knew that I wasn’t one to hold a grudge.  However, perhaps he deserved it this time.  Perhaps having a legitimate grudge held against him would serve him right.

Mulling the thought over, I yawned and let my eyes drift closed.  The crickets had resumed their delightful chirping and I allowed them to lull me into a peaceful sleep.

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“Shhh” a raspy voice hissed with lips pressed to my ear when I was suddenly jolted awake. After a second or two, my brain registered the voice with the vision of a man with blue spiky hair and a perpetual scowl.

“I’m still mad at you” I whispered while I attempted to wiggle from his grasp.  I was trapped in the sleeping bag with Rick’s arms wrapped tightly around it.  

“You’re not” he challenged, his voice low enough that only I could hear while his lips still pressed and feathered across the shell of my ear.

But, I actually was.  And, his arrogant insistence that I wasn’t…

Freeing my arms from the cocoon of the sleeping bag trapped in Rick’s arms, I forcefully shoved him away.  Wishing there was even one speck of light to see the, no doubt, shocked expression on this face, I wiggled from the sleeping bag completely and sat upright with my knees pulled up to my chest.  

“What the hell?” he harshly whispered from the other side of the tent.  I could faintly hear the whoosh of polyester fabric as Rick blindly groped his hands across the sleeping bag, searching for me.

“Don’t you dare, Rick!” I spat, my voice straining as I tried to project a whisper in a manner that adequately portrayed how upset I was with him.  “Don’t you DARE try to get in my pants after that little stunt you pulled!”  He groaned in obvious annoyance and the rage burned within me fresh and hot.  He had no right to be annoyed with ME.  “Get out” I demanded, pointing toward where I thought the flap of the tent was located even though it was much too dark for him or I to tell.

Without a word, I felt the tent pitch and sway as he attempted to crawl toward the exit. Again, I could hear the swish of his hair as it made contact with nylon and I began to snicker as it became increasingly obvious that Rick couldn’t locate the flap.

“Wait” I said, my voice softening as his exasperated sighs only managed to endear him to me in the most inopportune moment.  I had promised myself I’d hold a grudge, but I was failing.  Now that I was free of the warmth of the sleeping bag, the chill licked at my exposed skin and the deep seeded adoration and yearning for Rick began to bubble up from the pit of my being; that coil nesting in my stomach slowly unfurling to extend to my arms as they searched for him in the darkness.  Recognizing my tone, he immediately sought me out again, as well, and soon we were comfortably entwined.

“I’m sorry” he whispered into my hair and he sounded more sincere than I could ever recall.

“You know I’m not good at expressing my feelings --” I began and he scoffed as if to imply ‘yeah, me either’ before I continued, “-- but that was fucking brutal, Rick.”  He pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head and I knew I wasn’t angry any longer.  Turning to press my face to the crook of his neck I whispered confessions of love against his skin while balling my fists in the lapels of his lab coat.  

“Sweetheart --”

But, I deftly cut him off by pressing my lips to his while tilting and raising my hips, effectively tipping him flat on his back.  Now straddling him, I settled my bottom on his upper thighs while my hands worked the buckle of his belt.  Even in the darkness, the practiced movements came so naturally that I’d soon pulled it from the loops and began the task of loosening his fly.  And, while I undressed him, he undressed me -- lifting the oversize t-shirt from my body before I trailed my hands under his sweater until he lifted his arms so I could do the same.

We were quiet. Silent as the night.  Neither of us above a whisper as our humid breaths heated the small enclosure that protected us from the elements.  And when I finally rose to line his cock to my entrance, I suppressed a sob as I slowly took him fully inside.  

“Oh baby -- oh fuck, you feel so good” Rick groaned before capturing my lips just in time to swallow my moans and gasps.  

“Rick” I breathed, nestling my face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder as I buried one hand in his hair.  “Rick, please.”

He knew what I wanted.  He was always hesitant to utter the words even though we both knew them to be true. He hitched a breath as if to prepare but I decided perhaps now wasn’t the time.  Perhaps I wanted the words to come of their own volition instead of from my gentle prompting.  

So, I began to fuck him.  Slow and deep -- alternating between pressing kisses to and planting my teeth in sensitive flesh behind his ear.  And, still we were quiet.  Silent as the night.  Neither of us above a whisper as we rocked together, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh of my hips while my fingernails pressed crescent grooves in the flesh of his neck and scalp.

“Oh my -- fuck! -- oh god” he released in a strangled whine as I quickened my pace.  The slight slapping of skin on skin ricocheted between the nylon walls of our enclosure as it mingled with muted grunts and gasps and the occasional soft moan that I allowed to escape when Rick’s cock hit my sweet spot just right.

“Who’s the higher power now, huh?” I asked in the sultriest whisper I could muster before trapping the shell of his ear between my teeth.  

“Sweetheart -- baby...” he whined, gripping my hips tighter in silent question.  He was teetering on the edge of control and I nodded my head in approval, excitement already overtaking me as my body tensed in preparation for the pounding I knew I was in for.  And as he bent his knees to firmly plant his feet on the floor for leverage, he moved one hand from my hip to roughly grip the back of my neck and pushed his pelvis upward until the head of his cock pressed heavy, direct and consistent pressure on my g-spot.

“I love you.”

The words were so sudden and unexpected that my body immediately responded, tensing further as my cunt violently clamped around Rick’s cock and I came -- hard -- sinking my teeth in his shoulder to silence the scream that threatened to rip from my throat.  Each contraction seemed to be stronger than the last as it pulsed and pulsed through me, the endorphins flooding my bloodstream at an alarming rate.  And, as my climax began to ebb, Rick lowered his hips only slightly before forcefully slamming them upward again and again and again.  Limp as a rag doll, I allowed him to fuck into me as another orgasm began to build deep inside.  No longer possessing the mental capacity to sexily moan and croon for him, I only dropped my head to his shoulder as he whispered the praise he knew I cherished so well.

“Oh, fuck, my perfect girl.  You -- you know I love you, huh?  Y-y-you can feel it, yeah?  Feel how much I fuckin’ love you? -- oh shit!”

I came again -- quietly sobbing and drooling against his neck and I clung to him; sweaty and trembling.

“Thaaat’s it, my sweet girl.  You -- you’re pussy’s so goddamn perfect, baby.  Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he growled directly into my ear, probably a little too loud at this point but I was far too gone to care.  He fucked up into me -- hard and deep -- once, twice, a third time; clenching his teeth, a forceful inhale whistling past them as he filled me up. Hot and thick and perfect.

“Holy god, fuckin’ christ” he gasped as his muscles relaxed and the death grip on my neck and hip loosened.  I only hummed in response letting my full weight settle on his chest for only a moment before I rolled and plopped down beside him.  

“Leave it to Jerry to pick a campground that doesn’t have showers” I quietly joked and snickered as the product of our coupling leaked to the floor of the tent.

“I -- uh -- I’ll portal us to the house in a couple of hours” he rasped.  My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the darkness once more and I could faintly make out the motion of his sweeping hand through his hair as my mind burned the evenings activities into my memory bank.  “But, remind me to tell Jerry he was actually wrong. Yet again.”

“About what?” I asked suspiciously, furrowing my brow as I hoped he wouldn’t say something completely idiotic to ruin the moment.  But in the safety of the darkness, he said something that nearly knocked the wind from me --

“My higher power is you.”

The End.

[beca-mitchell]

Pitch Perfect 3: Beca Mitchell is in love with Chloe Beale

...and there’s nothing Universal wanted to do more than to remind us that we’ll never get canon confirmation of this fact.

Hey, it’s me, your extra AF academic giving you an analysis on the three Pitch Perfect movies (see 1 here and 2 here) and which one provided the best shippy Bechloe content. Thus far, I ranked them from highest to lowest as: 1, 2, 3, though I do flip between 1 and 2.

In a departure from the first two movies, PP3 falls short in bringing super obvious and shippy Bechloe content, but reminds us why we stuck around since 2012...and why we’ll likely continue to do so. It is in no way a terrible movie and has its funny moments, great musical numbers, and fine performances from this talented group of actresses.

It allowed fans to grovel on the ground for the scraps of little things thrown in here and there by way of the director and the actresses feeding us outside of the frame of the movie. The reason this is painful is because of the departure from what was verging on plain, old text right back into the sub-basement of subtext.

Aside: I’m interested in what’s confined to the boundaries of this movie because as we know, there’s a lot to be said about how this movie was promoted/marketed. None of that matters because the team already made these exec decisions about how the movie was going to come out 1) while they were filming and; 2) before the marketing really took off.

As a reminder, anon asked me how I’d rank the three movies in terms of shippy content/value for Bechloe shippers. I rank this last, but not because it’s so terrible, but because it’s angsty as fuck and you really walk away from it feeling kind of sad about the whole thing. 

While PP 1 and 2 are hopeful, there’s something about the shippy moments in 3 that seem contrived so much so that they’re not odes to the fans, but rather a final nail in the coffin and that’s why I’m sad about it overall.

There are two points that I want to make here: 

Beca does essentially everything in this movie because of Chloe.

Beca harbours some deep feelings for Chloe.

Something I will not address because addressing it would be as pointless as its inclusion in the PP3 story (but feel free to ask me about that separately):

the Chicago storyline (which is the unfortunate reason why this movie ranks below 1 & 2 for me)

Let’s go!

**all gifs in this post made by me

1. Beca completes her major plot points/does essentially everything in this movie because of Chloe.

To Preface: Chloe and Beca (and Fat Amy) chose to live together in New York. I’m sad that we’ll never get extended group dynamics here, but the fact is, they do and they live together pretty closely as far as we’re aware (the close confines of the apartment, the shared bed, etc.).

Chloe saying “because it reminds me I was special once” in response to Beca asking why she’s wearing her Bellas’ uniform is a lot more emotional than the scene initially leads you to believe. I found this pretty important because I consider it a huge starting point for the movie’s events, particularly in the way Beca goes about doing things.

Beca shuts up pretty quickly after that. Beca agrees to go to the reunion pretty quickly after that, citing that she needs a “distraction”.

Also, Chloe’s genuine concern for Beca is really cute.

Beca agrees to go on the USO tour, but only after she sees Chloe agreeing to go.

I found this interesting because it does seem like Beca’s partially interested. It’s not to say that she doesn’t kind of want to go for herself since we see her genuinely enjoying herself throughout the movie when she’s performing again,  but she really commits to going once she notices Chloe agreeing to go; when she sees Chloe’s renewed enthusiasm.

There’s some great technical stuff throughout the movie, like these cut-aways and isolated shots.

The movie leaves a lot of gaps to fill in here, which struck me as interesting at first, then I was just grateful. There are so many headcanons available to shippers at this point. How close are Beca and Chloe at this point? How much do they share with each other? Their fears, their dreams, their goals?

And Chloe?

Chloe looks so grateful that Beca agrees to go that it makes me want to die.

There’s a genuine relationship between Beca and Chloe that is never fully addressed, but the movie kind of says that it’s there...but as scraps.

Beca is thinking about ‘Freedom’ (the song) throughout the movie...then sings it straight to Chloe at the end.

The one good thing that she’s got.

Beca mixes and layers the intro to her “Freedom” performance in the hotel suite, which means it’s the first thing that kinda popped into her mind. How long has she been thinking about this song over the course of the movie? Beyond the boundaries of the movie? What does this song mean to Beca? You get some implicit answers here and there, obviously. It’s not hard to glean the meaning of the song. 

Then this happens:

And finally, just when you think it’s enough that Chloe’s gaze is the first one she seeks out, when she’s done and high off the adrenaline of performing solo for the first time...

She runs straight into Chloe’s arms. She spins on her heel, without a doubt, and knows who she’s looking for before her eyes even land on her.

There are moments in between that made me think of Bechloe too.

...Like how Beca has the Bellas at heart and wants to cling on to her family because she’s kinda afraid to take that final step into the spotlight as an individual artist. It almost directly parallels Chloe’s dilemma in the second movie, unable to let go completely.

The shipper part of me that wants to believe that it’s entirely due to Beca and Chloe clinging on to each other despite it all. I don’t think it’s too much of a reach, all things considered. It’s not too much of a reach to think that Beca and Chloe are holding on to each other all these years because they’ve grown so attached to each other. Beca cares about Chloe’s interests, just like Chloe displayed the same care for Beca’s interests all those years ago.

2. Beca harbours some Deep Feelings for/Attraction to Chloe, but she doesn’t address it explicitly and we will never see her address it. 

As I mentioned above, this movie kicks off with Beca taking into account how Chloe feels. Chloe is kinda down about vet school and perhaps feeling directionless. Beca is going through something similar, but hers is more on the creative side and what she wants to do with her future as a musician/independent artist.

Beyond the points I mention above re: Beca doing things for Chloe and because of Chloe, Beca exhibits some attraction to Chloe. They’re all moments worth nothing.

Chloe talking passionately and enthusiastically (much like her old self) about the riff-off makes Beca smile.

That’s it, that’s the point. There’s almost nothing more to be said here because Beca’s smile says it all.

This scene - a significant cut-away - makes me so mushy because of how smitten Beca is here.

It’s an homage to the first two movies where we see Beca easing her way into the Bellas with hesitation, but we understand Chloe to be enthusiastic and passionate about almost everything she does. The way she tackles her problems, well, it’s something that Beca seems to love or at least feels very strongly about, likely after so many years being by Chloe’s side.

Beca looking to Chloe for affirmation/validation.

Again, with the side conversations and general validation that Beca looks for in Chloe. That “special bond” as Trish Sie calls it. There’s a degree of ‘friendship’ here that exceeds Beca’s friendship with Fat Amy. There’s an unspoken closeness between them that really makes you want to know about their history. The years we didn’t get to see.

The two times (of many) she looks to Chloe for support.

And the one time she looks to Chloe to offer support.

Beca allows the boob-grabbing to happen with detached interest.

She’s gay.

“Dude. What is...What is this about?”

And once again, we’re left on the edge of something more, but yet, not quite. Beca, in a departure from her awkward shower encounter with Chloe, isn’t fazed anymore. In fact, the curiosity in her voice is there. It’s the curiosity that Chloe employs in the second movie - the same that Beca ignores and pushes away.

Good question, Beca. What is this about? Is it about the unspoken tension? Is it about the attraction? Who’s to say?

We will never know because Aubrey interrupts them.

It’s “nothing”, in the grand scheme of things, which is absurdly painful. More painful than I thought possible for a movie about a cappella.

Bonus: Beca Mitchell is not a heterosexual.

Her general disdain for Theo can be seen from space. Not that she thinks he’s a terrible person (she says so), but that she is 100% not attracted to him on any level.

What I love more, however, is when we’re introduced to Chicago and Zeke. All the ladies - except two - are basically swooning over them. The two that aren’t? Cynthia Rose (for obvious reasons) and Beca.

Beca is just...riding this wave of not being attracted to men at all in this movie and I’m here for it.

She looks so unimpressed...and that is the Mood for this movie, folks.

Also, if this scene doesn’t remind you of PP2...you’re watching this wrong.

And that’s it! I can’t believe I made it. In total, over the three posts, I clocked in at around 4.3k words. What the fuck??

Thanks for reading!

If you want, reply, reblog w/ comments, or like this post! I’m interested in what people have to say. Tell me what you thought! Tell me what you’re still thinking about! 

[thegreatwhiteferret]

When I Think About You I Touch Myself

Summary: Richie catches Eddie masturbating in the Boys locker room showers, he thinks it's extremely hot, and the Eddie moans out his name.

A/N: For the Anon who requested Richie catching Eddie masturbating in the locker room shower. I hope you like it!!! 💖

NSFW Under the Cut...

Eddie has track practice everyday after school. He absolutely loves running, it makes him feel free. There was a time when everyone saw Little Eddie Kaspbrak as being weak, and Eddie enjoys proving all of those motherfuckers wrong when he dominates in his meets. He’s a hometown hero, winning a state title as a freshman, and every year after. Yes, Eddie loves running.

Despite this love, there is one part of track season that Eddie absolutely despises...the humiliation of public showering. There are many reasons why Eddie loathes showering in the locker room, but most of them revolve around being bullied by the other boys. Eddie is still smaller than most of the boys in his grade, hell in the whole damn school. He had grown a little here and there, but had never managed a full on growth spurt like his friends. As it stood he was only an inch or two taller than Bev. He was also gay. He had been outed last year. He had been hanging out with a guy from his sociology class for a while, and Eddie misread the signs. When Eddie finally made a move, the guy was disgusted and called him a perverted fag. If that wasn’t bad enough, he went around and told the whole damn school. Now he had homophobic slurs thrown at him all day long. His coach had banned them at practice, but deemed everything else ‘locker room talk’. This allowed the other boys could harass him in the shower, where he couldn’t fight back.

Eddie lived in constant fear that he would be jumped in the shower. It had happened once already, and Eddie couldn’t handle the anxiety of leaving himself vulnerable for another attack. No. He wouldn’t do it.

This meant that Eddie would purposefully wait out the other guys. He would run a few extra laps, talk to his coach about training techniques, or stretch himself out. Anything to waste time until the locker room cleared out.

Today was no different than Eddie’s usual schedule. By the time he’s done with his cool down, the locker room is empty, and Eddie strips down, grabs a towel, and heads to the showers. He lets the warm water cascade over his body, giving into the soothing feelings and letting the feeling of relief seep throughout his body. Eddie’s mind feels clear.

He rubs the soap in on his chest, and can feel a pleasant tingle coming from his lower half. He lets his hand wander downward, barely gracing his thigh, teasing himself. He finally relents and grabs the base of his cock loosely, moaning as he feels just how hard he could be by letting his mind be free. He strokes up and down a few times lazily, and an image pops into his mind that has him finding more motivation in his actions.

He imagines running his hands through those dark curls, pulling lightly and making the other boy moan, then seizing the opportunity to tangle their tongues together in a heated kiss. Imagines those full lips working on his neck, sucking marks that would last long after their encounter, finally finding a way to keep that mouth of his from ruining things. They’d make out until they were both panting and then Eddie would get down on his knees like the good little slut that he is and let his face be fucked.

Eddie is stroking harder, flicking his wrist, and teasing his slit with his thumb every couple of strokes. He’s painfully hard, and little groans and whines are escaping his lips. Eddie is in no rush, he let’s his pleasure build.

Richie is walking down the hallway after his Robotics Club meeting ran late when he hears a weird sound come out of the boys locker room. He cocks his head to the side and stops in his tracks, then he hears the sound again. He quietly opens the door and slips in, trying to find the source of the sound. He turns the corner, and that’s when he sees it. His best friend is jerking himself off in the shower. Eyelashes wet and pressed to his cheeks, mouth open in a small ‘o’ and the most heavenly of sounds tumbling out. Richie is already getting hard in his pants. He knows that he should leave, should let Eddie have his privacy, but his hand is slipping down into his own pants and palming at his growing erection.

Eddie’s fantasy progresses and now he’s having his ass licked open, firm tongue circling his hole before plunging in. Eddie slips one of his hand behind him to his ass and gently pushes one finger in, slowing his other hand down. He begins to thrust his finger in, and moans out. He pushes another finger in and starts scissoring them, working himself open. He strokes his cock in time with the thrusts of his fingers. His fingers find his prostate and he’s crying out again. His dream partner start mercilessly teasing the bud. He moans out, encouraging him to continue.

“Fuck, yes, Richie. Ah uhhh huh, fuck keep going!” He continues, not realizing that he has an audience. Richie freezes. Did Eddie just say his name? Richie almost comes in his pants right then and there, but now he feels guilty. He spied on Eddie in a private moment and invaded his personal time and thoughts by staying. He summons all of his mental strength to remove his hand from his pants and turns to leave, but in his haste he trips over a random towel on the floor and faceplants right onto the tile of the floor of the shower, only a few feet away from Eddie.

Eddie is pulled out of his fantasy when he hears a crash. His eyes fly open and settle on the mess of a boy in front of him. He shrieks, and pulls his fingers out of his ass too quickly and scrambles to cover his lower half with his towel. He shuts the water off too.

“WHAT THE FUCK, RICHIE?” Eddie screams, “What did you see? Why are you fucking in here?” Eddie is trying to seem tough, but he is falling apart inside. His best friend who he has been crushing on forever just witnessed him masturbating in the locker room shower and OH GOD...what if he knew that Eddie was thinking about him?

“H...Hi Eds.” Richie stumbles getting to his feet. He is blushing. Nervous about being caught. He tries to cover his hard on, but it’s pretty impossible at this point. “I’m sorry. I was walking down the hallway and I heard something and I came to check it out...I should have left immediately…”

“What do you mean that you should have left immediately??? How long were you watching???” Eddie is down right panicking, pacing back and forth slightly.

“Only a few minutes, Eddie. I’m sorry. I was going to leave, but you were so hot, and then you moaned my name...”

“I what?” Eddie chokes out, face beat red. So not only had Richie witnessed him jerking himself off while he fucked himself with his fingers, but he also heard him moan his name? Could his life get any worse? Richie ducks his head slightly, and Eddie knows that he really didn’t mean to invade his privacy. “I...I’m sorry Richie, I know you probably think that… I’m sure you’re disgusted with, with me doing that while thinking about you…” Eddie is crying now, tears flowing freely, he couldn’t control them even if he tried.

“Whoa. Hold on there Eds.” Richie comes forward and grips the sides of Eddie’s face, making him meet his eyes. “I am not disgusted. Flattered? Absolutely. Turned on more than I’ve ever been in my whole life? HELL YES. Eddie, you are perfect. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to star in your fantasies.” Richie is blushing now, but he has to ask… “Is there any way that we could turn fantasy into reality?” Eddie’s eyes are wide, but he nods enthusiastically, and Richie surges forward to press a heated kiss to his lips. Eddie throws his arms around the other boy’s shoulders and lets himself get lost in the kiss.

Richie pulls back and slips his shirt over his head, and Eddie’s hands are on every inch of his newly exposed skin, then drift down to his belt. He looks up at Richie who nods, and Eddie undoes his belt buckle and unfastens his jeans, helping Richie wiggle them down his hips. Richie kicks them and his sneakers off his feet. He’s reaching for Eddie again, lips clashing together and tongues fighting for dominance. Richie’s hand reaches down and pulls the towel from around Eddie’s waist then lifts him up so he can wrap his legs around Richie’s waist. Eddie moans at the feeling of the cold tiles pressing into his back. Richie keeps kissing him, thrusting his clothed cock against the crease of Eddie’s ass.

Richie wants more, wants to make Eddie feel fucking amazing. He sets him back on the ground, and Eddie frowns until he’s being turned around and Richie is on his knees. He wastes no time and plunges his tongue into Eddie’s stretched hole. He alternates between sharp thrusts and gentle circling. Eddie is falling apart at the feeling of his tongue. Richie pulls back and admires the way that the smaller boy’s hole seems to wink at him, looking for something to clench itself around. Richie pushes one finger in and searches for the spot that will make Eddie see stars. He finds it easily.

“Ugh. Holy fuck, Rich. I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop. I want you inside of me. Gah. I can take it.” Eddie rambles out, and Richie freezes, fingers still deep inside of Eddie’s ass. “Shit. I mean, if you want to. I don’t want to push you…”

“You’re not! I just. Those words out of your mouth...I almost just came at the thought.” Richie presses a kiss to Eddie’s lower back and then he’s standing, stripping his boxers off. “Think you’re prepped enough to take me, Baby boy?” Eddie turns to answer and his eyes drift down to Richie’s cock. It’s long and solid, it’s not the thickest dick that Eddie’s ever seen,not like the ones in the porno magazines that he keeps under his pillow, but it’s still a lot to take in. Eddie’s pupils are blown wide with arousal, he needs that beautiful cock inside of him.

“Mhmm. I’m ready. I want you to fuck me.” Eddie turns back around and rests his hands on the tiled wall, sticking his ass out and presenting for the other boy. “Oh, and Richie, later, I want that glorious dick of yours shoved down my throat. I want your cum on my face, on my chest. I want everything.” Richie is moaning too and spreads Eddie’s cheeks with his hands.

He wishes desperately that he had lube. He wants this to be good for Eddie and soap and saliva are not really good alternatives to good old lube, but Richie works with what he has, coating his dick with Eddie’s shower gel and moves forward, pressing the tip of his head against Eddie’s hole, and begins to push in. Eddie cries out at the burn and stretch, but he loves it. Loves the feeling of Richie breaching his tight ass. Richie stops when his hips meet Eddie’s ass, giving the smaller boy time to adjust. It doesn’t take very long before Eddie is telling him to move.

He thrusts in and out, slowly at first, but Eddie is having none of it. He thrust backwards as Richie thrusts forward, pulling him even deeper inside.

“Yes, ugh, fuck me harder, Chee. I’m not going to break. Fuck me like you mean it!” Richie starts pounding away after that and angles Eddie’s hips just right so he’s hitting his prostate on every thrust. Eddie cries out in pleasure, and Richie wraps his hand around Eddie’s cock, pumping mercilessly with his hand to match his rough pounding thrusts. Eddie cums with a shout, and Richie has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall to the tile. Richie keeps fucking his abused hole, the contracting of Eddie’s walls around his cock brings him to the edge and he cums with a long groan. Eddie’s greedy ass milks every last drop out of him. He pulls out carefully and wraps his arms around Eddie.

“Eddie...that was...you’re amazing.” Richie breathes out and Eddie giggles. “But fuck, I’m never going to be able to even look at these showers without getting hard. How am I supposed to shower with the other guys?”

“Don’t.” Eddie shrugs, “Just come shower with me, I’m sure that I can make it worth your time.”

“Jesus Christ, Kaspbrak. That mouth is going to get you into some trouble.” Richie clucks his tongue and a wicked smirk comes across Eddie’s face.

“Looking forward to it, Trashmouth.”

[kneekeyta]

Nikita!!! Do you happen to remember September 19, 2016 when you dropped four previews to upcoming things???? Because I do. I haven't forgotten since that day. I mean of course I want them all, but I am especially DESPERATE for "by day but mostly at night" where Finn aka Damon is calling a sexline to talk to Sally aka Rae, AND "Perfect Strangers" where Finn is an escort. PLEASE TELL ME THEY'RE STILL COMING ONE DAY. PLEASE. PLEASE.

ANON! This message made me very very happy and I laughed out loud because you knew the exact date I made that post and for that I must give you props! You are amazing!!!! And I must say that you also must be a bit of a mind reader because I was just!!!! reading over By Day!! and edited it a little and you know what here you go! I’m gonna give you what I have so far! its a super rough draft but here you can have it! and as for Perfect Strangers I have that one too! and you can read what I have so far!!! (let me know if rae pays him too much ahaha)

Now I must say I can’t make any promises on when I might finish them but they will be added into the mix of fics I’m working on! which include the buzzfeed fic, a fic where fake dating is involved! I also made a moodboard for that one! and also one about footballer Finn! 

thanks for the message, Anon, you are the BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hope you are well!!! xxxxxxxxxxx

ONLY PROCEED IF YOU WANT SPOILERS AKA PARTLY FINISHED FICS! 

ByDay but Mostly at Night

“I..I’ve never done this before.” He stutters scootinglower in his bed.

His eyes shifting around his room like he might becaught.

“Its okay .We can take it slow, real slow. How aboutyou tell me your name to start.”

Her voice is low, sultry and dripping with sex, itmakes him feel warm.

“It’s Fi-Damon, Damon.” He rushes out, he’s not surehow this works but he figures alias are probably often used, who wants to givetheir real name to a phone sex operator?

“Damon, I like that.” He can hear the smile in hervoice and it soothes him. “You can call me whatever you like.”

“I’d be better with a name,” he admits.

“Okay, you can call me, Sally.”  

“Sally.” He echoes back to her, it feels funny, butright at the same time as it rolls off his tongue.

“Mhm, why don’t you start off by telling me why youcalled.” her voice is low and oh so inviting and he can’t help but let thewords tumble out.

“Just, busy..I guess. I work a lot, not really thetype to date just to date, or have meaningless hookups.” He’s shocked that he’stelling this complete stranger the truth and what’s more shocking is that he’snot that shocked. Maybe it’s the fact that he has no idea who she is, or thatthey never, ever will talk after this, and it’s not like he’d see her down atthe local, she was just a voice, a soothing voice.

“Ah, I see.” She murmurs.

“See what?” he asks, she speaks like she has himfigured out, and he doesn’t even have him figured out.

“You’re protective of your heart. You want the realthing.”

He make a sort of strangled scoff, only because she’sright, this girl he’s been talking to for all of five minutes has himcompletely pegged.

“I get it, you’re protecting yourself, but even thoughsomething might not last, think of all the things you’ll have learned. Don’thide away because you’re afraid.”

If he wasn’t afraid he wouldn’t have made this phonecall. So that part was true.

“Still there?”  

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He replies.

“Just imagine, someone cuddling up next you in the morning,your stiff cock pressing against them, they wiggle a little and you groan withhow good it feels.”

He whimpers low in his throat because that IS hisfavorite way to wake up.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, we like it, wescoot and wiggle back for a reason, we love to feel your warm hard cock againstus.”  

“What do you normally do when you’re in that position?”She asks.

He gulps hard, “I-I slide my hand up to cup herbreasts, feeling the nipple harden under my touch.”

“Do you pinch or squeeze?”  

“Definitely pinch.”

“Mm, it’s the best.” She sighs, “I like it real hard,make me moan.”

“Yeah,” he breathes heavily.

“Then I guide your hand between my thighs…”

“You’re wet.” He says almost sleepily his hand is slippingunder his boxers.

“So wet, you’re fingers find me and rub and rub myclit, while pushing your cock so it’s digging into my ass, desperate to beburied inside me.”

He groans as he strokes himself, she whimpers, “I’m soclose.”

“But right before you push me over the edge, I stopyou, wanting you to be inside me so we come together.”

“Top?” she asks through her ragged breaths.

“Top-top.” He mumbles.

“I straddle you, rubbing myself against you, and youthrust up.” Just as she says it he thrusts up into his hand.

“I free your cock, oh god you’re throbbing and sofucking warm. It makes me wet, I’m so wet.” She moans.

“You slip inside me effortlessly. Deep, you’re sodeep, Damon.” She moans loudly.

He grunts as he slides his hand faster up and down hiscock, “Slow.” He whispers.

“Mmm, it so good.” She hums low. “Grinding againstyou, ahh, oh—fuck..it’s so good.”  

“Harder, please, Damon I need it harder.” He grunts inresponse.

“Scream.” He tells her as he speeds up his hand.

“Oh god! Yes! Yes!” she moans along with a string ofprofanities.

“So good.” He says strangled. “Fuck.”

Her moans are growing, “Come in me!” she shouts.

He comes all over his hand with a deep grunt.

Their breathing is ragged and then they sighsimultaneously, he clears his throat the reality setting back in, “That wasgood.” She says, her voice hoarse.

“Yeah.” He replies soft and shy.

“Call back anytime, yeah?”

“Sure,” he says not knowing if he really means it.

“Don’t be afraid,” she says before the line goes dead.

He stays in his position a bit longer until he decidesto get up and shower.

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PerfectStranger

As the lift doors shut Finn takes the time to lookover his appearance in the mirrored doors. Hotels were standard, it was veryuncommon for an encounter to happen anywhere else. Once or twice it was at ahome, but it would cost. He never wanted to enter anyone’s sanctum, only wantedto do his job. He was an employee, a hired assistant, and assist he would, inwhatever need the woman desired. It was the standard dinner first, full ofhushed voices and blushed cheeks, to get a feel of how things would go, then itwas up to the room.

After working for some time he found not all of thesewomen were desperate, in the sense they couldn’t find a man to do the jobproperly. Although men was the issue, it was the sheer lack of chivalry theyexpressed, the way women spoke about all that’s lacking in their stories waseye opening. These women wanted nothing more than to be desired, wanted,adored, and that’s where he would come in, for a price. His first job was nerveracking, but she was shy and soft spoken, and when it was all over with he leftwith a lighter heart and the belief that he helped her, helped Izzy.

He buttoned and unbuttoned the top button of his shirtrepeatedly unsure of which was better suited but before he could pop the buttonopen once more the lift stopped and the doors opened, an older attractive womanstepping inside. She was taller than him with her heels on and a form fittingdress that hugged tightly around her cleavage. He took a side step allowingroom for her. She reached over pressing a button.

He smiled and bowed his head politely at her, shereturned with a seductive smile, “Oh, I see you’re going up?” she purred.

“Yes.” He replied, with a nod.

“Shame, I wanted to go…down.”

His mouth pulled up into the approximation of a smilethen the lift dinged after going up one floor and the doors opened, “Goodnight.”He bowed his head slightly and stepped out into the hall.

It was strange this client didn’t want to have dinnerfirst, that was normally the regulars, and he would usually insist upon it. Ithelps to ease into things, get a feel for the person, but upon the initialcall, where guidelines and things are discussed, the gentleness of her voice,the fine hint of worriedness had him agreeing to meet in her suite.

Upon walking up to the door of the suite he unbuttonedthe top button of his crisp white shirt, loosening the collars. He ran hisfingers lightly through his perfectly quaffed hair, and tugged on his blazerbefore knocking on the door. Waiting a moment he heard footsteps and a woman’svoice, “Oh, bollocks!” He let out a small breathy laugh through his nose as sheyelled to wait a moment.

The door opened and he tilted his head examining her,when he met her eyes he smiled up at her through his lashes, “Rachel?”

“Yeah, that’s me, but it’s Rae…you can call me Rae.”she stammered, with pinch blushed cheeks.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Rae. I’m Finn.”

She let out a nervous laugh, “Uh, Come in! I mean,please do come in.” she stepped aside as she opened the door allowing him to enterthe massive suite.

He stepped in taking in the elegance of the suite, amass of bay windows to show lights of the city twinkling in the distance.Turning around he took a step towards her, “Spectacular view.”

“Oh, the city, yeah.” She mumbled taking a step backfrom him. “I..uh..took the liberty of ordering some room service, I’m not surewhat you would’ve liked so I just made a few selections.”

“That is very thoughtful of you.” Finn spoke as heturned to face her. Her smile was shaky.

“Why-why don’t we have a seat.” She stepped aroundhim. He turned and followed her to the small sofa. On the coffee table therewas a few plates laid out. She sat in the middle of the sofa, and thought hedidn’t want to be too brash, he needed to let her know that he wanted to bethere.

He sat next to her, their bodies touching from theirshoulders to their calves, “Are you hungry?” he murmured.

“Oh, no-no…I’m fine.” She smiled weakly. “I’ll just…”she trailed off as she stood to move around the far side of the coffee table tosit on the chaise.

Smiling softly at her he hoped to encourage her alittle, she was nervous. Her tick was wringing her hands together.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, with a hopeful look.

“Not particularly, no.”

“Well, then I guess we should discuss ourarrangement.”

“If you’d like.” He responded, it was normal for newclients to want to rehash the details of their arrangement.

“I understand your cost perfectly, well. But you seethe nature of this is not about sex.”

He furrowed his eyebrows curiously, and she continued,“It’s about intimacy.”

“Intimacy?”

“Yes. You see Finn, well, to put it plainly, I want tohire you, for the next month and a half.”

“Six weeks?”

“Yes. Now, I understand you may have other clients butI am willing to pay you generously if you agree to this.”

He sat up straighter, “Explain to me what you want,exactly.”

She smiled shyly and looked down to her wringinghands, “The thing is…” she began, “if I can speak candidly…This isn’t me.”

Looking up at him she laughed humorlessly and shookher head, “The way I’m talking, hell the way I’ve dressed, not me. I cuss likea sailor.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at that, “Look, I’m just asimple girl who got lucky when her uncle died and left her a business shedidn’t know existed and a ton of money. So, I had to put on, this charadebasically, to show I could handle the pressure. But now, I’m stepping down andletting my good friend and partner handle everything, he’s much better atbusiness than I am.” She shrugged.

“And,” he pushed.

“And…” she smirked, her cheeks blushing, “Well,there’s this guy. There always is isn’t there.” She laughed lightly. “He’s anassistant to someone in the office and well, I like him, and turns out he likesme, but he’s away on business with, Mark, his boss at the moment.”

“Right,” Finn said to urge her to keep talking.

“Well, when he returns he wants to take me on a properdate.”

“That’s sounds, lovely.” Finn responds, he has yet tosee where he comes in.

“Yeah, it does, it really does, except…”

“What?”

“Well, I’ve never exactly dated anyone before.” Shemumbles, but he hears her plain as day.

He opens his mouth to speak but she continues, “Never,held hands, never cuddled, no real kissing, nothing basically, I’m a 25 year oldvirgin for Christ sake.”

She sighs and her shoulders slump, “I just I don’tknow how to react to that type of stuff, or I’m afraid of how I will react, andif this goes somewhere with, Seth, that’s his name, then I don’t want to make atwat of myself, by flinching because he put his arm around me or something.”

When she looks back up with him her eyes are shinywith hope but also sad, and he feels poke at his heart for her, “When do Istart?”

Her smile is impossibly bright, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he’d have to clear his schedule which washeavily booked but something told him, to help her, he wanted to help her.

“Thank you. Shall we talk cost? I’m willing to pay youa hundred for the six weeks, does that sound fair, or do you have a counter?”

It felt like his tongue slid down his throat he’s sochoked, he never would have ever guessed that’s how much she would be willingto pay him.

“That’s…a very generous offer.” He stammers.

A slow smile spread across her face, “You come highlyrecommended.” She says softly, then, “So its settled, yes?”

“Yes.” He asserts.

“Perfect, we can start tomorrow. Be here about noon?”

He nods, “Are you hungry now, we can eat.”

He nods again, because now he does need a littlesomething to settle his stomach.

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Bottom Of A Bottle - Pt.2

Demon!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam, Crowley, Reference to Ann Marie from part 1. 

Original request by anon: Can I request a Demon!Dean/Reader oneshot where they have secret feelings for each other and the reader started drinking because Dean left her and Sam and is a demon now and one time she enters a bar and didn’t know he’s there too and Dean beats up a guy who started to harass her and Ann Marie sees this and the day before he woke up at Ann Marie’s place and she gives him a photo of him and the reader he lost out of his pocket and she tells him “she doesn’t look like a skank to you?” :) <3

Summary: The reader deals with the aftermath of her run in with Demon!Dean, and has to make a decision; heed his warning not to look for him, or ignore it, and seek help from the king of hell. Will they find him? And can they cure him? 

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: Demon!Dean, Language, Crowley, mentions of anxiety and fear. Dean crying 

^As always if you find something I missed in the warnings that you feel should be included, please don’t hesitate to reach out :)

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There was no telling how long you stayed there, hiding in that bathroom stall. Dean was long gone by now for sure, but his words still echoed through your mind. Sorry if I scared you... I’m gone. Don’t look for me. That was just it. He had scared you. The man you saw tonight, was not the man you had fallen for. His eye were stone cold, and pitch black. He had gone full on demon. That much was evident. You had spent so much time tracking him, hoping to god, you could find him, but now. Now, you were afraid. You weren’t sure you wanted to find him again. 

As you stumbled out of the bathroom, finally ready to head back to the motel, the random blonde chick from before shot you a dirty look, and muttered under her breath, “freakin’ bitch.” Wow. Okay. Random. Right back attcha, was all you could think. 

On the short walk back to the motel, you tried to convince yourself to shake it. To forget you had ever seen Dean. You knew if you didn’t pull it together, Sam would see right through you, and figure it out. 

You had surprised yourself, managing to keep Sam in the dark for a couple hours. It wasn’t until that fear, and anxiety about finding Dean like that had again started to dissipate, and turn into a longing for the man you once knew, that Sam started to pick up on you acting strangely. 

“Y/N, you’ve been acting really weird all night. What happened? Did some guy do or say something at the bar?” There it was, the signature Sam concern. The one that was genuinely worried, but also conveyed a sense of annoyance because you were hiding something. 

You never looked up at him, just nodded your head. “Yea something like that.” 

“Well, what happened?”

“Why does it matter Sam? I’m here. I’m okay. But if you really must know, some guy got a little mouthy, and he got his ass handed to him. End of story.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No Sam, I don’t. In fact, that’s the last thing I want to do at the moment.” You voice started to crack under the pressure of all the emotion you are feeling . 

Sam backed off for a few minutes, but then you could practically hear the wheels turning, and the pieces being put together. He let out a heavy sigh, “He was there wasn’t he?” 

“Who?” You said, trying to act as innocent as possible. 

“You know who , Y/N.” Now you purposefully avoided his eyes, as he continued his questioning. “Did he say anything? What happened? Why didn’t you call me? Where did he go?” 

Finally , you’d had enough. You snapped your head up, locking eyes with Sam. “Yes Sam, he said the same thing he did when he left in the first place. He doesn’t want to be found. He took a few swings at a guy harassing me, and I went into the bathroom. That’s all I saw of him. Don’t you think if I knew where he was I would have told you?”

“Why didn’t you call me?” He was on the side of angry now. 

“Because, Sam, he told me not to, and I was scared okay. He scared me. That- That was not your brother. That was not the man I knew.”

Sam realized that it couldn’t have been easy for you to see him like that, and he apologized for snapping at you. He wanted Dean back just as much as you did, if not more, and you knew this wasn’t easy for him either, so you apologized right back. 

You decided, you’d get no where tonight, and you needed sleep, and to look at it again with fresh eyes tomorrow. That was wishful thinking though. Your mind raced, wondering how you were going to go about finding him, how you could get the man you loved back, if you could get the man you loved back. You barely slept at all that night, but in the early morning an idea struck. One you were sure, Sam wouldn’t be the happiest with. 

You got up quietly, and made your way out the door without waking the sleeping moose. In a moment of boldness, and or desperation, you pulled out your phone, and called the one person you thought might be able to help.

“I was wondering when you’d call.” Crowley’s voice floated through the speaker. “Brilliant job tracking down Squirrel.  Oh that’s right, you can’t find him!”

“Shut up Crowley! I know he was with you. Where is he?” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, he’s staying at the corner of Screw You Ave. and Fuck Off Blvd.” 

“Oh grow up!”

“I really don’t care at this point, whether you find the bastard or not. I haven’t seen him in weeks. Honestly he’s a big pain in my ass, even more so now than when he was human.”

“Okay so if you really don’t care, and he’s such a pain in the ass, why not help find him?” 

“What would be the point of helping you find him. He’s a bloody knight of hell. How the hell do you propose to kill him. Oh wait, I forgot. You can’t, even if you could, there’s no way either you bumbling idiots would do it. What’s your master plan? Lock him up? Maybe try to cure him? Good luck with that.” 

“Crowley, from what I can gather, you could care less, so why don’t we just say this -  You get a line on his whereabouts, you call me. And maybe next time we can skip this whole argument.” 

The next couple weeks were radio silence. You and Sam had gotten no where, and you hadn’t heard a thing from Crowley. You had been staring at news articles for the past 2 hours, and you were about ready to start banging your head into the table. You were so frustrated with the lack of a trail, or even a case to work in the meantime. Just then, your phone rang. Crowley. 

“Y/N.” Something in his voice sounded a bit off. “Where are you?” 

“A motel outside of Tulsa, why?” You asked. “What is going on? You sound like something’s wrong.”

“Y/N , listen to me. You need to tell moose, to be prepared. I got a lead on Dean..... he’s headed right for you” That something in his voice was now clear. This was not going to be a friendly encounter with Dean. 

Sam didn’t see it the way you did. “Seriously, Y/N, Crowley.” 

“Dean is coming to us, and that’s all you heard? Come on. What does it matter, how we get him back.” You two were so busy arguing you didn’t even hear the door open. 

“Am I interrupting something? I feel like I’m interrupting something?” He was here. His eyes flashed black, “miss me sweetheart?” 

The fear that coursed through you back at that bar, reared it’s head again, and you instinctively backed away, putting some distance between you and him. 

“I told you not to look for me.” He said, voice rough and demanding, as he stepped towards you. “You just couldn’t listen, could you?” Those eyes, bore into you, as he got closer and closer. You backed up as far as you could before your heels hit the wall behind you, leaving you trapped. You hoped to god that even as a demon, he wouldn’t hurt you. 

It was almost as if he had heard that thought run through your head. He noticed the fear in your eyes. You were genuinely afraid for your life. His features softened, his head tilted to the side, and for a moment he almost looked human again. Even as a demon, he couldn’t bring himself to shake the feelings he had for you; he could never hurt you. It was painful for him to see you so afraid. So afraid of him for that matter. 

This momentary weakness was all Sam needed. He threw holy water on him, and put the demon cuffs on his wrists. “It’s over Dean.” 

You had thought the hard part was over. You found him, got him back to the bunker. Well, it was just beginning. Nothing could have prepared you for what you would see and hear while Sam was trying to cure him. The things he said made you shiver. He was so dark and twisted. The things he uttered, Dean never would have said in a thousand years. You eventually decided you couldn’t be in there for that, and Sam understood. 

After it was finally complete, and Sam had successfully cured Dean, he came and got you from where you had been curled up on your bed. “It’s done.”

“He’s really back?” You asked looking at Sam’s exhauseted state. 

“Yea. He is.” 

You walked down the hall, back to the dungeon where Dean was still tied up. As you approached the door, some of the leftover fear from what he had been just recently, made you stop in your tracks. 

Sam put a hand on your shoulder, “It’s okay. He is really him. He’s back to how he was before.” 

The moment he came into view, you could tell that it was in fact Dean, and not something that merely looked like him. His eyes found yours, as you walked up to him. He remembered everything about being a demon. He remembered just how much he had scared you, and he wished with every part of him that he could take it back. The closer you got to him, you could see tears running down his face. 

You looked at Sam and back to Dean’s wrists, silently asking if it was okay to release him. Sam okayed it, and you knelt down, gently undoing the knots binding him to the chair. Once he was free, he studied your eyes intently, calculating every move, making sure he wasn’t going to scare you. He reached up slowly, and touched your cheek ever so softly, as a fresh pair of tears cascaded down his. “Y/N.... I... I’m so sorry...” 

“Dean-”

“No, You don’t understand. I keep seeing your face when I showed up at that motel. I keep seeing how much fear was in your eyes. How terrified you were. And it was all because of me. I scared you. I can’t ever undo that.” 

Sam took that as his cue to give you guys some space, and left the room. You took Dean’s face in your hands, making him look at you again. “You’re right, Dean. You did scared me. Did. You don’t anymore. You know how I see you now. I don’t see that scary man. I don’t see something I should be afraid of. I see something strong, and caring, and kind. I see the man I fell in love with. The man I can’t live without.” And that was the truth. All the fear you felt, was gone. He wasn’t that thing anymore As far as that thing goes, you saw it as just something he had to go through, not who he was. 

Proving he was back to his normal self, he pushed aside the chick flick moment for the time being, and a glimmer of teasing poked through, “How about we get a drink?” 

“Yea, about that, I don’t think I’ll be doing any more of that.” You made an exaggerated disgusted face, “Yuck”. 

“Wimp.” He laughed, and pulled you in close, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. “Eh, it’s okay, I feel like I could sleep for about 4 days anyhow. Care to join me?” 

Did you really just giggle like a school girl? “Sure thing, Winchester.” 

A/N: I got suggestions to write fluff into this one, and I tried, I really did. I just for the life of me, cannot write fluffy demon!Dean haha. So I decided to cure him, becuase I wanted my fluff lol. Hope you liked it. 

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How about a protective and playful giant fell Sans with frisk. The two are playing hide and seek in the forest and Frisk is hiding in some tree roots, Fell is teasing and really getting into the 'big, bad predator'. Eventually he sees small tracks leading into the roots of a tree and can faintly smell her. He uproots the tree and claims his prize and lightly tosses her into his maw. She playfully retaliates by standing and holding his mouth open, clinging to his tongue tenaciously and other

Part2protective&playful giant fell Sans)various methods to avoid being swallowed. As Fell lays on his belling playing with frisk some knights saw the whole thing and quickly us mechanisms to tie him down and thrown sleeping gas at him. They winch his jaws open while he's half a sleep and aware of what's going on and one brave soul clambers in and 'saves' the now sleeping Frisk. Fell groggily watches them ride off(They were ill prepared for skeleton slaying)with frisk before he falls asleep Part 3 playful and protective giant Fell Sans) He then has to go and save Frisk once he wakes up and somehow manages to break free of the ropes holding him down. He tracks them down & finds their fort. He attacks the fort & ends up swallowing many of the knights in his rage. It's only when Frisk manages to run out onto one of the tall walls pursued by a knight & explains to both parties that neither one meant harm, Sans wasn't going to kill her & the knights were only rescuing her that Part 4 playful and protective giant Fell Sans)fell stops attacking and picks them up,cradling Frisk. The knight that was chasing frisk is petrified of the skeletal behemoth that's just eaten handful upon handful of his comrades and starts weeping. Frisk convinces Fell to put them down(reluctantly)and they comfort him and reveals his comrades are still alive. They ask Fell to release the knights he ate, but he refuses to, saying for all the stress and trouble they've caused, he deserves at least Part 5 playful and protective giant Fell Sans)he deserves a nap with a full belly of knights and childishly sit down with his back to Frisk. They jump onto a shoulder and hug his neck to the best of their ability and says they're happy he came and rescued them, but the knights thought they were saving a child from being killed. He grumbles, showing the remaining knights their comrades are still alive and he'll let them out later before falling asleep with a full belly~the shy anon

Oooohhhh, this one was a lot of fun!! Normally I'm not super into multiple prey, but this was too good to pass up. Hope you like it, Shy!

Red loves his smol do not touch u will be harm

Deep in the forest, a little girl ran through the trees, searching for somewhere to hide. Her heart beat quickly, fueling her flight as the sound of her pursuer echoed behind her.

“Come on out, doll, we both know you can’t hide forever.” A deep voice cajoled as she dove into a hidden space under the roots of an ancient oak. She shivered, staring out from beneath the roots of the tree with wide brown eyes as massive pounding footsteps approached.

A deep purring growl reached her ears, making her tremble as she scooted further into the hidden alcove under the tree roots. Her hands pressed against her mouth to muffle any sound she might make, flinching as the sound of trees creaking under pressure.

The tree above her began to shift, branches groaning and snapping as something began to push against it.

“Found you, sweets.”

A giant shadow fell over her as she looked up, squealing when a huge skeletal hand scooped her from the ground.

“Now then, it seems I found a little snack, hmm? I wonder what’ll happen to such a small morsel now.” The skeleton grinned teasingly, ruffling her hair with one phalange.

“Nooo!” She squealed, pushing against his finger and giggling when he moved to poke their middle. He growled affectionately, nuzzling against them for a moment before opening his mouth and pushing them in, careful to avoid is sharpened fangs.

The girl was stubborn though, and stood up to push against the top of his mouth, holding his jaws open.

“Haha, take that!” She giggled, squealing when he licked her.

He hummed, sockets half-lidded as he rested his chin on folded arms, sprawled out on his front.

The sound of armor clanking made him look up, staring sharply through the trees to find the source. But a strange heavy fog had set in, making it difficult to focus on anything.

The girl stumbled, a wave of dizziness hitting her hard as she abruptly collapsed, eyes sliding shut as she passed out. The skeleton tried to move, but a group of armed men appeared and, taking advantage of the sluggishness that the fog had caused, threw ropes over his back, effectively pinning him down.

He was vaguely aware of feeling his jaws pried open, before a terrified young man appeared in his hazy vision. The human pulled Frisk out into the open, despite his low growl of protest - it was all he could manage at that point.

The boy was staring at her in shock, as if surprised to find her unharmed - of course i wouldn’t hurt her, dipshit. god, i swear humans are so fucking stupid sometimes.

The last thing he saw before unconsciousness overtook him was the group of humans disappearing into the forest on horseback, taking Frisk - his human, the only one of these pathetic shitstains that fucking mattered - with them.

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Frisk groaned as she slowly woke up, squeezing her eyes shut tight at the harsh light that shone through her eyelids.

“Red…” She mumbled. All she could remember was playing hide-and-seek, and being found under the tree. Everything after that was blank.

“Ah, you’re awake! Thank the goddess, I was worried you never would.” A soft voice exclaimed - one that she most definitely wasn’t expecting. She sat up sharply, staring at a young man who appeared to only be a few years older than you.

“Who are you? Where am I? Where’s Red, is he okay? What happened?” She bombarded him frantically, still trying to figure out what had happened.

“Whoa!” He held up a hand, looking a bit sheepish at the sudden barrage of questions. “Let’s start simply, okay? My name is William, I’m an apprentice of the Holy Knights. What’s your name?”

“Frisk.” She replied curtly, her nose wrinkling at his explanation. “Why am I here? Did something happen to Red? I want to see him!”

William looked uncomfortable at that question, glancing away for a bit. Only then did she notice a bit of faintly reddish slime in his hair, standing out surprisingly well against the blonde locks.

“Did he try to eat you without asking? I told him that’s not nice, most people don’t appreciate it!”

“Wait, what? I’m sorry, you’ve lost me.” The apprentice seemed bewildered. “We found a giant in the forest after following your screams, and well… Rescued you?”

Her stare hardened, the unreadable expression making William quail before her. She was surprisingly intimidating for a young girl.

“You’d better not have hurt him. That ‘giant’ that you ‘rescued’ me from is my friend, and he’s not gonna be happy about it. And those terrified screams of mine were because we were playing a fucking game.”

The blonde flinched at her coarse language, eyes widening as she talked. Certainly, the girl must have been kept prisoner for so long she’d been brainwashed by that monster, it wasn’t possible for a human to stay around them for so long without becoming a snack.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that. I’m afraid your condition is worse than we thought - you’ve been brainwashed by that monster. He - he was about to eat you, by the goddess’s name.” William said in a controlled tone. His words seemed to infuriate her though, as she gripped the blanket covering her legs in tightly curled fists.

“I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’ve been fed, but Red is my friend and he’s never done anything to hurt me. In fact, he’s fucking protected me from other monsters who wanted to, dipshit. How does that fit into your stupid little theory, huh?” She snarled.

William shook his head sadly. “Oh dear, this is worse than any case we’ve ever encountered. I’m sorry, Lady Frisk, but this is for your own good. I’m going to have to make sure you stay here until your mind is recovered from that monster’s control.” He stood, walking towards the only door and locking it, placing the key on a string around his neck.

The sounds of screams and crumbling stone interrupted the tense silence. Frisk jumped, looking towards where the noise had come from with a relieved smile before glowering at him.

“Red came to find me. You’re gonna be in trouble, mister.”

The already pale boy blanched even further, making the smattering of freckles across his cheeks stand out like paint spatters. Another, louder crash made him whimper, eyes widening as a furious roar followed.

“There’s no way we can hold him back… I’m sorry, Lady Frisk, but I have to take you further into the castle. It’s for your own protection.”

She snorted, a cold sneer on her face as she stood. “Fine, whatever. But when you get squished cause the walls fell in, that’s your fault, not mine.”

He sighed quietly, turning to unlock the door. But as soon as the bolt clicked open, Frisk shoved past him and took off running.

“Frisk! Frisk! Come back, it’s not safe!”

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Red awoke with a sense of uncharacteristic urgency. Something was wrong, something was missing, no - something had been taken from him.

Frisk had been taken from him. By a group of stupid interfering knights. He growled, pushing against the ropes that held him down. It didn’t take much for them to snap - those knights had been ill-prepared for fighting a monster, it seemed.

Now he just had to find where they’d taken his human.

Their scent left a clear trail for him to follow, leading him on a rough road through the trees until he came in sight of a castle.

The place was crawling with armored humans, the stench of cowardice blinding him to anything else - most importantly, if Frisk was held there or not. But it wouldn’t be hard to find out, he decided.

They weren’t expecting an attack, especially not from a monster. This was some ways from the more populated areas, and their defenses were in want of some desperately-needed maintenance. It was far too easy for him to reach in, catching a handful of the knights in his clawed fingers before bringing them up to his face. A rough shake disarmed them, the three men seeming dazed by what had happened.

He swallowed them whole, smirking at the sounds of screams from below him. This would be fun. The defensive walls were easily toppled, giving him better access to the defenders within. Most seemed petrified by his actions, staring in shock or crumpling to the ground where they stood as he devoured one of their comrades after another.

A familiar scent, faint and sullied, but still there. Frisk.

He roared, digging his claws into the walls of the castle and beginning to tear it down. If they thought they could take what was his, they were sorely mistaken. Retribution was coming for them.

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“Lady Frisk, come back! You can’t go out there, it isn’t safe! Please listen, I’m trying to help!” William cried, chasing after the girl as she ran towards the sounds of fighting. How was she so fast?

She didn’t listen, barely even giving his words a thought as she paused briefly at two hallways that split off from the main. Listening closely, she could hear Red growling and feel a breeze from the one on the left - she took that direction, leaving a panting William to chase after her.

“Red! Red I’m here, I’m okay!” She yelled, skidding to a stop as she burst out into the open. She was on one of the defensive ramparts, looking out over a field of collapsed walls and towers littered with weapons and armor.

But there was no one there. She looked up at the skeleton as William raced onto the walkway behind her, immediately freezing with a terrified whine as he looked up at him.

Red heard her calling, and quickly turned, gulping down the man in his hand as he did so. The boy that had been following her - the same one who’d stolen her from him and tried to hide her away, as if that would keep him from finding her - paled, stumbling back until he fell on his rear.

Frisk hurried to the edge of the rampart, smiling up at him as he scooped her up gently in his hands.

“Red, I’m sorry. I tried to get him to take me back but he said you’d brainwashed me. He wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell him, he thought he’d rescued me from you.” She said, clinging tightly to his thumb as he lifted her up close to him.

The blonde kid looked like he wanted to say something, but a red-eyed glare made him stop. Maybe he wet himself, that would be amusing.

“Fuckin’ self-entitled hero complex dipshits. Ya didn’t ask ta be rescued, an’ they had no business comin’ after ya.” He growled, nuzzling against her with a rumbling purr.

The boy suddenly let out a sob, staring out across the destroyed walls. He brought his hands to his mouth, eyes widening in terror as he searched, begging to see someone, anyone still left standing. But no one was there.

They’d all been eaten by the monster, and nothing he could do would prevent him from meeting the same fate.

Frisk heard him, it seemed, turning to look at him quickly before saying something to the skeleton. He grumbled, but another few words made him sigh, rolling the lights in his sockets before setting her down on the rampart.

“William?” She said quietly, touching his shoulder.

“They… They’re all gone, everyone is… Edward, James, my brother… They’re all gone!” He wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, leaning heavily on his arms.

“Am I next, Frisk? I should have listened, my lady, clearly you are no mere mortal to have control of such a beast. Please, forgive me for sinning against you!” He looked up at her, gripping her shoulders tightly before sinking to lie prostrate in front of her.

“William, I’m not a goddess. I’m just a kid, really.” (Red snorted at that, mumbling something under his breath.) “Your friends are going to be fine, Red was just upset because you all took me from him and he was worried. He’ll let them go, I promise.” She gave him a look at that, silently daring him to object. He elected not to, instead looking away and doing his best to appear innocent - rather difficult, being a castle-sized skeleton with a stomach full of knights.

“I… If you say it, I will believe you, Lady Frisk.” William sniffled, scrubbing at his face with his sleeves. She smiled at him, patting his back gently before looking up at her monstrous friend.

“Now, Red’s gonna let everyone go, and we’ll leave you alone, okay?” The girl said, carefully weighting her words as she spoke.

“Aw, c’mon, doll, I should t’least get ta have a nap with a full stomach. S’only fair, after what they did.” He grumbled the last bit, snorting in irritation at the thought.

“Reeeeed.” She replied, giving him another look.

He huffed and turned his back on her, leaning against the rampart and yawning widely.

“Ugh. You’re so gross.” Frisk muttered, glancing apologetically at William.

He just stared back in bewilderment.

She made her way to the edge of the rampart again, clambering over the low stone wall to stand on Red’s shoulder, leaning against his cervical vertebrae and whispering something up at him. He snorted and looked away, folding his arms across his chest in a petulant manner - much like a pouting child. But the girl continued to cajole him, though she didn’t seem to make much headway before she finally sighed and shook her head, climbing back up onto the wall.

“He’s being a grump, and insists he deserves a nap before letting your friends go, but I promise they’re okay. If you want you can see, but it’s kinda weird. I’m saying that as someone who’s been on both sides more than a few times, so…” She shrugged, giving the boy an awkward smile. He glanced between her and the monster, squeaking when he was shot a quick glance.

“I, ah…” William stammered, seemingly unable to take his eyes off the skeleton. He was unable to form a response, so she sighed and took his hand.

“Come on, oh heroic one.”

He followed meekly behind her as she found her way to ground level, leading him out to where the behemoth she called Red was sitting, already snoring heavily.

“He’s gross, but I love’im.” The girl said fondly, looking up at their friend with a little smile on their face for a bit before pulling William over next to the skeleton. “Here, you should be able to see through. You can tell them they’re gonna be okay and explain what happened if you want, but I’m gonna go back up so he doesn’t freak out if he wakes up and I’m not there. Again.” She explained, helping him clamber onto the sleeping monster’s legs behind her. Red’s jacket had fallen open, and his turtleneck was stretched a little more than normal over his middle.

“Ta-daa, there you go.” Frisk said, pushing the red fabric up to reveal a transparent bubble of red magic, like a window made of pure ruby. Through it the two could see the knights that Red had swallowed, who at first seemed to have given up all hope before they saw her and William.

She waved, tugging the blonde boy a bit closer before turning to go.

“Have fun, Billy-boy.”

Oh dear. he thought.