#also i did something to my shoulder a few weeks ago and despite rest and ice it's only gotten worse and the doctor can't see me until monda

[jedidragonwarriorqueen]

i'm not that old why is my body falling apart

[kissohee]

virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 2k+ ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; after being together for so long, you would think you've already done everything in the books, but there's only one you haven't done yet. and that's sex. warnings; anton is bigger than reader, extremely lighthearted, mentions of masturbation, anton is big, dry humping, protected sex, they cum quickly

"You've got to see this video," Anton barges into your room, throwing his bag on your floor, "It's seriously the cutest thing ever." You look up at him from where you were sitting on your bed, moving your laptop off your lap and onto your desk next to you. "What is it?" "Cats. Two of them." He hands you his phone, kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, "I won't spoil it."

When you started dating Anton around a year ago, you knew his love and affection also came with cute animal videos. He sees a cute animal, he sends it right to you. Might even add a text saying "Us" or "You" but he's never saved them to show you in person. You watch the video nonetheless, it being a video about a cat who fell in love with another cat, even having kittens, and the rest of the video is just cute clips of them two. "It's us." Anton looks at you with a cheesy smile when you hand him his phone back. "It's very cute but, 'Ton..." You tilt your head, "You came here to show me a video of cats?" Anton didn't exactly live close by to where you did, so it was very rare when he came over. "Well," His head sinks into his shoulders, "I wanted an excuse to see you." You pull the blanket off of you and open your arms for him to accept your hug. Despite his big figure, he wraps his arms around your waist and lays on top of you. "You never need an excuse to see me, you know that.." He digs his head into your chest, and you bring a hand up to run fingers through his hair. "You missed me?" "Mmhmm.." He nods gently to not disturb your hand and he looks up at you. "I missed you too." Is all you're able to say before Anton lifts himself up to kiss you. You instantly reciprocate the kiss and hold his face in your hands.

Despite being together for so long, all you and Anton have ever done was make out. And even though each make out gets progressively more and more desperate and needy, you guys never put too much thought into having sex. It came up only a few times, and one was because because you guys were watching a movie that had a sex scene. You were holding Anton in your arms and he quietly mentioned it. "Do you think we'll ever have sex?" Anton was never the type to openly talk about things he wanted, so the fact that he said even something as simple as that shocked you. "Do you want to?" You always believed that it would happen when it happens, and you knew he felt the same way. "Not right now.." His eyes glued on the movie, "But eventually." The second time it came up was when he got his first boner with you. It happened during your first heated make out session. It was the first time he ever made you moan, and that was when he was leaving hickeys all around your neck and chest. You had felt him grow under you, nervous that if you brought it up you'd scare him. "Anton..?" He paused his actions and when he finally caught up with his dick he lightly pushed you off of him, covering it with his hands. "Oh my god," You heard panic in his voice, "I'm so sorry." His reaction made you hold back a laugh, "Why are you sorry?" His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." You both sat there in silence, and when Anton realized it wasn't going down any time soon, he excused himself to go to your bathroom and jack off. He felt so embarrassed by it that he refused to see you for an entire week. And it wasn't until you promised him that you weren't repulsed by him, that he started to see you again. That day never came up again, and Anton was very cautious about making out ever since.

But right now he was too busy focusing on the way your mouth feels on his, his mind full of just you. He sits up to be more comfortable and stops kissing you when he can't, "Can we switch places.? I don't want to sit on you and crush you." He lightly jokes, making you giggle. "I don't mind if you crush me, goliath." He rolls his eyes at the teasing nickname and moves hair on your face behind your ear. "I like it better when you're sitting on me though," He says through a pout, and you find it too cute to say no to. It's your turn to roll your eyes and he wipes a little bit of saliva off your bottom lip before getting off of you. He hooks your legs around his waist, allowing your chest to press against his as you kiss him again. "Better?" You run your fingers through his hair while going back to kissing him. "Mmm.. Much better." He replies, softly moaning when you bite his lip, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. When you tug on the bottom of his shirt, he immedeatly takes it off. Sure, you've seen Anton without his shirt before, he is a swimmer after all. But it has never been in the contents of the bedroom, which made even something as small as that make your stomach turn. You decide to lift your shirt off of you, making Anton stare at the way your breasts sit in your bra. He grabs the back of them, about to unclasp them before looking at you, "Can I take this off?" You nod and watch as your bra falls on the bed, finally feeling the cold air. Anton's eyes study every part of your breasts, "Can I touch them?" "Please.." This was your first time ever being exposed like this in front of someone, but you trusted Anton a lot so slowly the nervousness left your body. His fingers make contact with your skin, softly squeezing them, looking up at you with a small smile. When he drags his fingers along your sensitive nipple, you let out a soft moan, making him do it again. The sounds you were making going straight to his cock, causing him to rub upwards. The feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed pussy making you both moan. You continue to grind down on him, matching the speed of his hands working your breasts until he stops, "I-.. I'm gon' cum in my pants if we continue.." Neither of you want to stop, and the air in the room is noticeably different. "What do you want to do?" "I want," He pauses, thinking about what to say, "I need to be inside of you."

You know you're ready, you know you both are. You just wished you guys talked it out beforehand, cause you sadly don't have condoms just laying around. " 'Ton.. I don't have any.. you know." "Hold on," He softly lifted you off of him and grabbed his bag on the floor. After rummaging around it for a minute, he pulled out a box of condoms. He took one out and when went back to you, he realized you were looking at him suspiciously. "What?" "You just... carry condoms around?" You try to hold back a laugh at the thought of Anton casually walking around like that. "Just in case," He says shyly, "For moments like these." He takes the condom out and when he hooks his finger under the waiste band of his pants, he hesitates, "Look away." "Look away?" You raise an eyebrow at him, "No, I am absolutely looking." "Fine." He sighs defeatedly, "But don't say anything." When he removes his pants, his bulge looks bigger under his boxers. You watch as he removes the last piece of clothing, his cock hitting his stomach and your heart sinks. He's big. Like really big. Bigger than you thought, and this was a problem considering you're a virgin too. There was no way he was fitting. There's pre cum leaking from his tip, and your first instinct is to use your finger to wipe it off. He reacts almost immedeatly, squeezing his eyes at the feeling. You remove your pajama pants, showing the cute lace panties you had on. It just so happened to be a coincidence that you were wearing one of your nice panties, taking that as the final sign that this was supposed to happen. "Can I-?" Is all he says before you grab his hands and lead them to you. He hooks a finger around your panties before slowly pulling them down, revealing your dripping pussy. Anton moves his finger through your folds, playing with your arousal on his fingers, "You're so wet.." "Anton.... please." Beg filling your eyes and he softly kisses you before he moves his attention back on the condom he didn't put on, taking it and placing it on his cock. He lifts himself over you, one hand on your waist, the other busy aligning himself with your cunt. You feel his tip enter you slowly, "Is that okay?" You nod, grabbing his hand when you feel him push in just a little more. His fingers interlock with yours, squeezing them when he enters you fully. A whimper escaping his lips from how tight you feel around him. "Fuck..'Ton... You're huge.." You moan from the feeling of you being full, you were surprised he fit, though you give all props to your wetness. Your comment making his face flush full red, he honestly never put much thought into his size. He rests his head on your shoulder, afraid to move in case it hurts you. When you've gotten used to the feeling of him inside you, you caress his hand with your thumb, "You can move." "Fuck," Is all he can muster out when he thrusts into you. The way you feel around him makes him feel like he's on cloud 9. His cock reaching places inside of you that you didn't even know could be reached. Biting your lip, you squeeze his hand the same way he did earlier when he thrusts in a slightly faster pace. Anton's eyes were glued to the way your breasts bounced with each time he entered inside of you, "Y-you're so beautiful.. all of you.."

You wrap your arms around him so he's close enough for you to be able to kiss him. His soft voice louder now that he was closer, making you able to hear him clearly. From the way Anton's moans were coming out, you could tell he was getting closer and closer to release. So you let go of his hand to bring it between you guys, rubbing your clit to the pace of Anton's thrusts. When sees, he replaces your hand with his. His thumb moving in circles with applied pressure. You felt a knot grow in your stomach, moving your hips up to match his causing him to even deeper. "I-I'm gon- cum.." "We'll cu-cum together, o-okay?" He suggests and you nod. You feel Anton's thrusts become sporadic, and you can tell he's struggling to keep up with the pace. "Cum." You feel intense pleasure grow before you reach your orgasm, moaning out his name as loud as you can. He cums too, and you can tell by the way his hips twitch against you, small "I love you, I love you so much," coming from his lips. You both lay there, catching your breaths as you give him a hug with as much energy that is left in your body. He finally pulls out, removing the condom and he looks it before looking at you and softly laughs. "Can't believe we just did that." "It hurt like a bitch at first," You reciprocate the laugh and you see concern enter his face. "Oh it does, right.." He kisses your forehead, "I'm sorry princess. We will have to work on the size difference, huh?" "I think we already did," You caress his cheek softly before patting him on the back, "Buckle up baby, we are doing that again."

antons been on my mind recently.. did NOT mean to make this as long as it ended up being.. - 🐠

[jokingmisfit]

I Just (Don't) Need Help (Part 1/2)

Yandere Batfam x Disabled Female Reader

Warnings- disabled reader, manipulation, reader is in pain, very light yandere themes

Notes- The disability isn’t named because I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible, although it is heavily based on my experiences because I only really know what I’ve experienced. The reader and Damien are both high school seniors, cause I said so. Reader lives alone because who needs parents?

It was the pain. That God awful pain that made you unable to eat, or sleep, or think. Everything in your body screaming at you to quit and give up, but also begging for help. In the end, however, there was nothing you could do.

You've tried, God did you try. You tried to work through it. You've tried to get help, but person after person, and doctor after doctor ignored your pain, ignored your symptoms and left you stranded in this unbearable hell. 

You just wanted peace. You just wanted to live without this unending pain. You found it confusing how a human can constantly go through so much pain and not die from it.

You were behind in school. You've lost another job. You were so goddamn tired. 

You pulled the phone off your in-stand. Sending a quick text to your friend Damien. You ask him if there were any important notes you missed at school and if he felt like sending you a picture of them. You let him know you’re fine, just sick, and hoping that’ll calm the quantity of texts he has sent you.

You have to be careful with him, Damien, he's easily irritated and highly intelligent. You’ve told him about your disabilities, but  you try to not let the pain show. You know he knows something, because he'll press you for information on yourself and stare you down when you refuse to do certain things. He knows it’s worse than you let on, but he doesn’t press like the others.

The text was only slightly changed from one you sent a few weeks ago. You didn’t have the energy to write a whole new text so you copied an old one, only changing it so Damien didn’t catch on and think the flare up was too bad. 

Despite only taking a minute or so, it already took all the energy you had left in you. Throwing your phone to the side, you tried to get comfortable, and you drift right back to a restless sleep.

~

A loud pounding woke you from your queasy rest. You wondered if you could slip back into that sweet dark nothingness, but with the noise being made you knew it’d be useless.

You’d gathered all the bearings you could, and a blanket for good measure, and made your way to your front door. Before you even got there, however, it was already opening. You stood there deadpanned as Jason looks up at you from his bent position; clearly finishing picking your lock. 

Dick smiles at you with an awkward laugh and greets you. “Heya… sorry for the intrusion, princess.” He chuckles nervously again. “Damien said you skipped school and stopped answering his texts and everyone got pretty worried soo, here we are!”

“Yeah, okay.” You say with a sigh and go sit on your couch.

Jason and Dick share a concerned look at your exhausted form. Frowns perching on Jason's face, and a worried smile on Dicks. 

“Sooo,” Jason started. “You feelin alright there, doll? Ya look pretty… bad?” He awkwardly asks you.

He and Dick sit on the couch with you while Dick quietly scolds him about telling you, you look bad. If it was for the lightness in your head you’d laugh a little at the brotherly behavior, but for now you opt to lay your head on Jason's shoulder once he’s settled on the seat.

“t’s jus a flare up…” You whisper out to them.

You really didn’t want to have a whole conversation. The urge to down all of the pain medicine in your cabinet comes back up. The need to just get the pain to go away. No, you didn’t want to die, but you wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to be able to appreciate your friends coming over to check on you. With all the overwhelming symptoms you couldn’t appreciate much.

With your eyes closed and head on Jason's shoulders, you had missed another look Jason and Dick shared. A mixture of annoyance, concern, and dark thoughts showing clearly through their eyes.

“Didn’t you go to a doctor for that?” Dick asks you with an irritated tone.

“Said he doesn believe me…” You tell him. “Think I wan drugs or somethin.”

Jason scoffs loudly at this. “You’re a drug seeker now huh?”

“‘Mm parently.” You reply.

Dick moves closer and rubs his hand lovingly across your back. You humm with appreciation at the action. Your exhausted form relaxes a bit more into the soft cushion. You move your head and hide it a bit more into Jason's chest. 

“Maybe,” Dick starts softly. “You should come stay with us for a while?”

You sigh in frustration. “Already told you guys ‘m not gonna use you like that.” You state angrily. “You’re my friens not a resource for me ta use.”

“I know, I know!” Dick defends, throwing his hands up in defense and laughing nervously. “It’s just, we’ve got tons of money and can get you an actually good doctor. Y’know one that’ll actually listen to your needs, birdie.” He explains passionately.

“Besides,” Jason chimes in. “You’re like family, hunny. We want to help you out. And Alfred has been dyin to see ya again.”

“I don’t wan to…” You tell them.

Jason scoffs. “Why not?”

This situation was too much for you right now. The pain you felt weighed you down and made it harder to hold yourself together. The little bit of poise you had was bubbling off you like melted flesh leaving you at the barest version of yourself, and that self was angry and confused.

You didn’t get why every time you got sick or had a flare up they got like this. Urging you to come live with them ‘cause “it’s easier” and “they can help” or because “you a kid” and “you shouldn’t be living alone”. What do they know? They were adopted by a billionaire and have a huge family. They don’t know what it’s like to feel the way you do. Of course some things they understand, but a lot of it seems they don’t.

It was irritating for them as well. They want to help you, but you always refuse. It always ends in an argument and you push them away for a while until you forget why you were mad in the first place. It was a tiring loop that everyone was becoming sick of.

You lean forward and out of both the mens touches. “I don‘t know why!” You sluggishly shout. “I jus don’t wan to. I don’t know why it’s always a fight with you guys… Jst let me rest please! I’m in pain ‘n all you wanna do is try and hold a conversation that we all know will only end in irritation.” You breathlessly tell them.

You stand on unsteady feet and start walking back towards your room. The stiffness and anger making you feel even worse.

Why can’t they try and see things the way you do?

Of course, they were wondering the same thing. Dick stands up to follow after you. Matching glares enter the brothers eyes as they mirror your steps. Determined to not give up this time when you clearly need them.

You’ve already buried yourself in the bed by the time the two come to your doorway. Honestly you were a bit surprised when they came to sit on the edge of your bed. Well, at least Jason did. Dick crawled over and layed propped against your headboard next to you.

“Okay… Maybe we’ve been a little too pushy.” Dick says.

“Maybe?” You ask glaring up from your covers.

He laughs at you. “Okay, okay, I get it! We’ve pushed too far… It’s just- it’s just that we can get you the help you need, and it’s not like you’d be staying forever. Just long enough for you to get a proper diagnosis and medicine or whatever to make things easier.”

The change from joyful to melancholy in Dicks voice had you feeling guilty. The way he poured out his heart into people never ceased to awe you. You shift to sit up more against the headrest. Jason’s hand found its way to your calf where it rested casually.

“You know we don’t want to force you to do anything. We’re just so concerned for you. We know you’ve been alone for so long, but you don’t have to be anymore.” Dick says love shining in his eyes. “I know you think needing help makes you weak, but it doesn’t, and what’s family for but to be there for you when you are. Can’t tell you how many times we’ve been completely consumed by worry for you.” His brows furrowed as he explains.

“Just long enough for you to get to feelin better. That’s all we ask, doll.” Jason adds on.

“Jus a little while? That’s all?” You ask hesitantly.

“Just for a little while, princess.” Dick answers.

You nod slowly and whisper an “ok”. The two men were immediately in motion packing you a bag. You sat up more and assured them you could do it yourself but they hushed you in excitement. Jason asked you if there were any specific things you wanted while Dick filled a bag with clothes.

All in all time moved swiftly as the two moved like practiced dancers. Within minutes dresses and sentimental items were pulled from their proper places placed into bags and moved out of your home. Dick picked you up despite your demands to walk and brought you to their car. The two of you were followed closely by Jason who carried the last bag of items you’d be taking with you to their homes. Claims to come back for more were made by all three of you as you left the rest behind.

It didn’t take much for you to fall asleep in the back of the car. The rumbling and pain induced heaviness lulled you to sleep like a baby in a cradle. Because of your peaceful rest your arrival at the manor was kept relatively calm so as to not wake you. Bruce coming out to carry you to your new room while the other two grabbed your items. Tim checks the camera placed in the bedroom to make sure it’s operating and Alfred prepares a simple snack for you to eat once you wake up.

[chronicsyd]

Actually, I’ve got a few redactions + Add on's about the long ass post on the S2 trailer I made a couple weeks ago.

So while I still think Vi painted the gauntlets black to disguise herself, I’m thinking the fight with Warwick damages them again because when Vi’s with Ekko here, they are different than how they first appeared. So Ekko and Heimerdinger could repair them before fighting Ambessa, also it would partially explain why he's here fighting with her at all (so to the anon that asked, yes i do agree that Ekko/Heimerdinger probably fixed them)

I’ve been seeing posts about Jinx kinda sorta “adopting” a kid in the new season (you can kinda see them in that clip with Smeech attacking Sevika) and there’s the scene with Undercity people surrounding Jinx having blue hair so my thoughts are now leaning more towards that this is that child in question than something having to do with Jinx or Powder herself. it would also explain Sevika's new look and such.

I'm SUCH an idiot but the gem imbedded in Viktor's wrist is most likely for the arm they showed back in S1, much like how they showed the gauntlets that Vi would eventually be using. I just didn't give the arm a second thought until now despite knowing The Machine Herald already had the third arm (insert face palm here...)

Back to the lines from Vi and Caitlyn from the announcement teaser 3 years ago, it's clear that they're talking about the temple fight that happens later on. Caitlyn has to see this through but she doesn't want to do it alone because she knows that she or Jinx is going to end up dead as a result; but Vi feels she needs to fight Jinx herself because we're probably going to see a bunch of stuff happen before the fight (like the Kiramman tent fight for example) because Vi says "no one else needs to get hurt", but at first I just thought that Vi was talking about Jinx's attack on the Council.

I'm still unsure who's in the orange that Ambessa's talking to because no ones signature color in Arcane has been orange as far as i know (it's been mainly reds, blues, whites, and golds) so I'm thinking that it's a hospital outfit of some sort (I could be wrong, but that's where my thoughts are towards) and she's talking to someone in Piltover that Can implement Martial Law and there's really only 3 examples that could do that: Caitlyn, Jayce, or Mel (if Mel happens to be alive of course. and I'm pretty sure the other Councilor's are about as dead as dogshit, or should be because besides Cassandra did you Really give a fuck about the rest of them?).

someone else pointed this out and I for the Life of me can't find their account but the lines on the floor point to this being Stillwater Hold, so at some point that's where Jinx's base of operations is, or she's just breaking them out but at least in this scene i don't think so.

I'm changing my stance on this, this is happening right before Act 3 (or more specifically, before we see her in the Ambessa fight). mainly because while the lighting is damn near impossible to make out, i think her hair is cut in this scene, she's also missing the ropes on her top. Mainly because when we see her with the finger prosthetic she still has her braids and that's Definitely happening post Act 1. so she's crying about something different from Silco here and I'm having a dreading idea on what it is...

I don't think Vi is carrying Cait on her shoulders, mainly because with the lighting the vest looks brown but when we see Caitlyn her vest is very clearly black. So not exactly sure who it is, I'm kinda thinking it's the blue fish guy (is Arcane gonna give us the names of Caitlyn's comrades yet?!) and the explosion we see with him isn't the same one that knocked Vi down. but that's just hypothetical, the only thing I'm Sure about is that Vi isn't carrying Caitlyn at least.

I have NO idea Why and I have NO credible sources on this but for some reason my brain keeps telling Sevika's dying. No i don't know the how or the when but it'd just be another tally of grief for Jinx (because we're probably going to see them get close despite their animosity back in S1) (and let's be real anyone that takes on even a Slight "parenting" role to Vi or Jinx is getting the axe, i don't make the rules)

So far the only thing I'm having trouble placing is uhhh everyone that Isn't Vi, Jinx or Caitlyn. because they've been Massively marketing the three of them but when it comes to people like Viktor and Jayce not a fucking clue. We got that clip of Ekko and Heimerdinger sneaking into Piltover where they probably do some sorta hextech experimenting but that's really the limit of my knowledge. I know the people I was confused about have to do with Viktor and the Glorious Evolution thing but other than that, I've really only got solid thoughts on our three ladies for the season.

Also it seems like tomorrow they're probably going to be showing us what they showed at the Annecy festival for pit fighter Vi back in June so... can't wait for that!

and that's what i got for now...

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 16 - Cooking A Special Recipe (Aether/Dew)

Whoops, this is late as hell, but here it is anyway! Thank you again @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May! And @ghuleh-recs for the cute dividers <3

Day 16: Cooking A Special Recipe - Aether/Dew, no real warnings here, just some briefly suggested sexual content and happy tears. 2442 words.

Aether wakes up alone, the warm, purring fire ghoul that normally occupied the other side of his bed nowhere to be found. Usually, Dew preferred to sleep in, burrowing himself beneath the blankets and into Aether’s arms for as long as possible - especially now, having just returned from a long, grueling world tour only a few weeks ago. 

He showers and pops into the kitchen, somewhat surprised to find it empty. Usually the rest of the pack congregated there to eat breakfast and get ready for the day. He shoots Dew a text to see where he might have gone off to so early in the day, but despite his message being marked as “read” after only a few moments, Dew never responds.

Aether begins to suspect something is up, though as far as he remembers today wasn’t any sort of special occasion, it wasn’t anybody’s summoning day or any kind of special clergy ceremony day either. His suspicions were only confirmed when Phantom had pulled him away to the practice room later that morning, telling Aether that he really needed help perfecting one of his solos and that no, it really could not wait until tomorrow.

And no, he definitely did not know where Dewdrop might be this morning…

As a matter of fact, now that Aether thinks about it, Dew had been being a little secretive about something for the better part of a week now, and that whatever it was, it probably also involved Mountain.

Phantom, for as hard as he was trying, was not very good at acting casual at all, shifty eyes and stuttered words betraying his nerves as he kept asking Aether to run him through the song over and over. Aether was happy to play along, but after nearly two hours his stomach was starting to rumble, and he let the younger quintessence ghoul know he needed a break from their lessons for the day.

But just as Aether starts to make his way down the hall towards the kitchen for a snack, Phantom grabs his arm in a wide-eyed panic.

“Aether, please? Just show me one more time?” he begs. When Aether hesitates to oblige he switches gears. “Oh! Aether, my guitar is out of tune! Actually, maybe we should just restring the whole thing! That should take a while - maybe you can help me with that!!” He tries his best to yank Aether by the arm back towards the practice room.

Swiss appears around the corner just at the right time.

“Hey little bug, mind if I borrow the big guy here for a while?” he ruffles Phantom’s hair before slinging his arm around Aether’s shoulder and steering him back towards the dorms. Away from Phantom - and away from the kitchen, Aether notices with a sigh.

Swiss pulls Aether into his room and shuts the door with a click behind him. There, he’s greeted by the sight of Rain sitting cross-legged on Swiss’ bed in a pair of the multi-ghoul’s boxers and an oversized shirt. He smiles sweetly and gives Aether a shy little wave.

But just as he’s about to politely excuse himself to find a snack to calm his rumbling stomach, Swiss hands him a banana, seemingly pulled out of thin air.

“Thought you might be hungry after being held captive by Phantom all afternoon,” he says with a grin. “And thought it might be useful as a bribe for you to do us a little favor,” he adds.

“Uh, sure,” Aether concedes, already peeling open his prize and taking a bite. “What is it?”

“Well see, our little tadpole here woke up with a bit of a sore neck after his nap this afternoon. He didn’t want me to say anything, but I thought you might be able to give him a little bit of a quintessence zap to help him feel better. Loosen him up for some of the activities the two of us have planned for later,” Swiss answers. “Isn’t that right, Rainy?”

Rain just answers with a shy little smile and a shrug, perfectly punctuated with the slightest little wince and a delicately pained hiss at the movement of his supposedly sore neck.

Aether sighs, shoves the remainder of the banana into his mouth, tosses the peel into the trash, and motions for Rain to make room for him on the bed.

“You’re a pal, Aeth,” Swiss says with a shark-like grin, and claps Aether on the shoulder.

Aether’s stomach rumbles loudly in response.

Forty-five minutes later and Aether excuses himself, leaving behind a very sleepy and blissed out water ghoul dozing on Swiss’ bed. He hears the lock click behind him as soon as he shuts the door.  

Finally, Aether resumes his search for Dew, only for Cumulus’ door to swing open suddenly the moment he passes in front of it. Aether jumps, startled out of his thoughts.

“Oh, Aether! Just the guy I wanted to see,” Cumulus coos at him. “Didn’t scare you, did I love?” she asks, with a curious little head tilt.

Aether shakes his head no and asks what it is he can help her with, coaxing a smile across his face. Normally he loves helping his pack with whatever they might need, but for whatever reason, today it feels like he’s the most in-demand ghoul in the entire abbey. And he still hasn’t managed to have lunch or figure out where Dew snuck off to.

Hours later and Aether flops down on his bed with a sigh. After Cumulus had wrangled him to help her and Aurora build a new set of shelves for their ever-expanding record collection, Papa had called for him and said he’d needed help with some paperwork. Taxes, he’d explained, but really Aether had spent over an hour helping Papa rummage through a stack of old boxes looking for some sort of paperwork while Sister watched from her desk with a disapproving frown.

Eventually Papa dismissed him. They never did find whatever mystery paper he was looking for.

Just as he thought he was home free for the day, Cirrus and Sunny had swooped in and dragged him out to the garden to watch the sunset with them. They sat on either side of him, clinging to his arms and chatting as the sun slowly sank below the horizon, bathing the sky in beautiful hues of pink and gold. Aether had zoned out just a bit, mind wandering off as he wondered why Dew wasn’t out there with them, watching it too.

Now that he was finally back in his room, he’d all but given up on finding the little fire ghoul. It was nearly dinnertime anyway, he’d see him at the table when the whole pack sat down to eat.

He texts Mountain, “Hey Mount, I’m starving, what’s for dinner tonight?” and after a second he adds, “By the way, have you seen Dew running around anywhere today?”

Mountain responds immediately. “Sorry, didn’t have time to cook. Everyone’s on their own tonight.” He ignores the question about Dew altogether.

Aether raises an eyebrow at Mountain’s uncharacteristically terse response. He pulls up Dew’s contact and sends another message. “Dew, you hungry? Looks like we’re fending for ourselves tonight, lol.” He stares at the screen holding his breath, waiting for Dew to answer. After a few minutes his message gets marked as read, but after a few minutes more he still gets no answer.

Aether frowns at his phone. Between Mountain’s short response and Dew seemingly ignoring him, he’s starting to feel a little hurt. With another sigh he drags himself up and makes his way out of his room, heading towards the kitchen to try and forage for something quick to satisfy his empty stomach for the night.

But as soon as he turns down the hall, he smells something delicious. He can hear movement in the kitchen too, the clanging of pots and pans, the sound of glassware being moved around, someone turning the sink on and then back off. The closer he gets the stronger and more delicious the aroma grows, something warm and savory and familiar, though he can’t put his finger on what it is just yet.

Aether opens the door to the kitchen to find the missing ghoul in question standing in front of the stove with his hands on his slender hips. He turns around with a smile on his face.

“There you are,” Dew grins, bright and beautiful. “Was wondering how long before you broke free and found your way here.” Dew laughs. His hair is tied up in a little bun high on his head, thin golden wisps falling out and framing his face. Aether can see his black band tee spotted here and there with white powder, flour, he thinks. Dew wipes his hands, freshly washed and still dripping, onto his jeans. 

“I gotta hand it to them, Papa and the rest of the pack did a pretty damn good job at keeping you away from the kitchen all day,” Dew chuckles, looking at Aether with those bright, golden eyes, sparkling with mirth. “You must be starving by now though, this took way longer than I expected it would, sorry Aeth.” Dew strides up to him and lays a hand on his belly in apology, standing up on his tiptoes and looking up expectantly at Aether for a kiss.

Aether leans down to peck the little ghoul on the lips before taking in the spread before him. The dinner table is set for two and completely full of beautifully plated food. It takes Aether a moment before it starts to dawn on him. He looks back at Dew with wide eyes.

“Dew, did you make all this? Is this all from…?” he trails off, having a hard time believing the sight before him.

Dew grins again, pressing himself against Aether’s side. “Our favorite restaurant? Yep, Mountain helped me recreate all the recipes the best we could. Not sure how accurate it all turned out, but it tastes pretty damn good if I do say so myself.” Dew stands proud as Aether takes it all in.

The table is absolutely packed with familiar dishes. Barbecued lamb chops and skewered meats with herbs sitting atop a mountain of aromatic rice pilaf, glistening with butter. There’s a plate full of absolutely gigantic stuffed cabbage rolls, swimming in tomato sauce with a heaping spoonful of sour cream piled into the center. A basket stacked full of freshly baked bread and a ramekin of what Aether knows right away is the same exact delicious dill butter that Aether had eaten so many times in the past. There are huge salads full of fresh, beautiful vegetables and chunks of goat cheese. Bowls of roasted eggplant, vinegared beets, and potato salad with hard boiled eggs and bright green peas. 

Dew had lovingly recreated all of Aether’s favorite things from their favorite restaurant. It was their date night spot - a place they absolutely had to stop at every time they were out on the road on tour and passing through town. A place he’d enjoyed with Dew many times over years. 

Up until this past year, at least…

“Just didn’t feel right going there without you this year, Aeth,” Dew looks up at him, a little sad. “It’s not the same. Doesn’t taste as good when you’re not there.”

Aether stands there in stunned silence when the oven dings behind him. Dew scrambles for the oven mitts and calls over his shoulder as he pulls out something bubbling and shuts the door with a bump of his hip, “Sit down and start helping yourself. Everything’s ready now.”

Dew sets down one more plate in front of him - a huge, toasted gondola of soft baked bread filled in the center with bubbling cheese and a perfectly cooked poached egg with a golden, runny yolk. He mixes the egg and cheese together methodically with a serious look on his face, before cutting a thick slice and setting it, gooey, stretchy cheese and all, into the center of Aether’s plate.

“Eat!” Dew insists, and Aether almost doesn’t even know where to start. He goes for a lamb chop and sets it down on his plate. 

“Oh, and I thought - oh,” Dew goes to say something again but he’s cut off by a choked sound.

Aether can’t help it, he lets out a strangled sob, hands coming up to cover his face, unable to hold it all back as fat tears start rolling down his cheeks.

Dew looks on in stunned silence, horrified as Aether cries into his lamb chops.

“Sorry, Dew,” Aether hiccups out, struggling to apologize between shuddered breaths as he desperately tries to calm himself down. “I just… I can’t believe you did all of this for me.” He wipes the tears from his face with one of the fancy cloth napkins Dew had set out for him.

“Thank you… I just. Thank you so much,” he looks up at the fire ghoul with a devastated look on his face. And then Dew is swooping in, cradling Aether’s head to his chest while he sniffles into the fabric of his shirt.

Dew just shakes his head gently, petting Aether’s hair, waiting patiently for his breathing to even out. “Anything for you, Aeth.” He kisses the quintessence ghoul sweetly between the horns. “Seriously, I’d do anything for you,” he says quietly.

Aether squeezes him around the middle and pulls himself away, wiping the last of the tears from his face. For a moment, they just look at each other fondly.

“Oh!” Dew exclaims, bounding over to the refrigerator and rummaging around inside. He turns around, holding up two glass bottles of something with a bright, almost neon green liquid inside with a triumphant grin plastered across his face. 

“Holy shit, no way! You even got the tarragon soda?!” Aether exclaims, wiping away one last rogue tear threatening to fall. Dew unscrews the cap of one bottle and hands it to Aether, beaming.

“Yep! Swiss and I convinced the owners to sell us a couple of bottles to take home. Snuck them through customs and everything,” Dew announces proudly, crossing his hands in front of his chest.

Aether manages to make it through the rest of dinner without crying.

Later, they sit pressed together on the couch with a hot cup of cardamom tea, passing a slice of the honey cake Dew made for dessert back and forth while the rest of the pack feasts on dinner leftovers back in the kitchen. 

Dew is still beaming, and Aether basks in it all with a full belly and a warm heart.

(Here's the restaurant in question. Khachapuri there so good it changed my life.)

[hapan-in-exile]

WIP Wednesday - Tales from the Dark Garden

New Mandalorian x Reader one shot from me

Hey there 👋 I’ve been traveling a lot lately and I won't be back home for a while yet…but, I kinda can’t believe how much I have missed writing and spending time with my characters. Made me realize how deeply I appreciate this creative outlet!! Thank you Tumblr

While I'm at the airport, I thought I'd post something in the works since I haven't been active in a few weeks. For folks who are reading my serialized Mando fic, don't worry—I did not abandon it!

The last installment I wrote for Hapan in Exile was all smut. It was also my most popular post! Give the people what they want? And apparently, now I can’t get enough of writing erotica. Sooooo…

I’m working on a one-shot set in the same universe as my ongoing series. A sort of non-canon spinoff that's just smut.

No plot. No character development. Just sex. I'm making fanfics of my own fanfic, basically. Very meta!

Below is a snippet of the first installment. Hope you enjoy!

I should be back to posting regularly in Aug. If I can get some time to finish this up in coffee shops while traveling, I will! That honestly sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon 😌 ✨

Tales from the Dark Garden 18+

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says disinterestedly, sliding the pile of neatly stacked credits into his waiting palm. “Please extend my gratitude to Boss Set’ki for his generous and timely payment.”

You watch him tuck the metallic ingots into one of the leather pouches sewn to his belt—right between the buckle and a string of explosive charges. There’s a dull thunk when the butt of his rifle knocks against the table’s edge as he turns to leave.

It's quite the arsenal. The bounty hunter certainly cast an imposing figure. 

It’s a miracle those shoulders made it through the hatch.  

You’d heard rumors from the other girls at Dark Garden about the fearsome Mandalorian who visited Mistress Anassa. This just happened to be one of those delightful twists gifted by the universe, where the real thing exceeds expectations. He was terrifying. And sexy as hell.

That first moment when you’d opened the door to see him standing there in full plate Beskar was a shock to the senses that would have reduced a younger Thuli into a stream of inane babbling. 

Good thing you had a lot of practice controlling your expression—the demands of professional decorum, after all. It would ruin your Mistress’s reputation if you started drooling over the customers.

The armor suited him. It accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, the strength in his forearms, and his powerfully muscular thighs. The belt slung low around his tapered waist, and the quilted canvas hinted at the taut abdominals concealed beneath.

All the adrenaline that surged through your body at the sight of his weaponry had  immediately transformed into excitement, raw and primal. 

This man made you feel…

Sweet gods, divine and merciful.

“Of course,” you smile, leaning forward to place your elbows over the polished tabletop so that your breasts rise enticingly. Lacing your fingers together, you gently rest your chin atop your knuckles. “I will happily deliver your compliments to my master.”

The Beskar gleamed in the candlelight despite an ashy layer of soot. From the state of him, he might have come straight from the lower levels where he’d tracked his quarry. Your eyes linger over the blood splattered across his helmet, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. What sort of violence had this man committed mere hours ago?

Arousal surges within you, fear and wanting intertwined. 

The gore and grime are a stark contrast to the lush surroundings. Draped in silk tapestries, with thick woolen rugs and brocade pillows, your shuttle interior was designed to be a sanctuary from the vulgar world outside. 

But you suspect the Mandalorian wrapped brutality around him as tightly as the cloak hanging from his neck. It would take a woman of considerable charm to remove either.  

Which is why Anassa chose you.      

“It is my honor to serve, Master Set’ki,” you reply, rising artfully from your chair and gesturing toward the lounge where you’ve laid out a modest tea service. “And my duty to please.”

The Mandalorian pauses midstep on his way to the door.

“Excuse me?” he asks, curiosity peaked.

Shrugging out of your robe, the silken fabric pools at your feet. You kneel onto the plush carpet before pulling back, sitting on your heels, and reaching for the enameled pot. “My master thought you would enjoy the companionship. A chance to indulge in softer luxuries before you return to the Outer Rim.” 

The Mandalorian’s helmet gives away nothing, but you can feel his eyes tracing over you.

Looking up at him through dark lashes, you explain, “The use of this ship—and myself—are yours for the night.” 

Despite the layers of cloth and metal, when he folds his arms across his chest, you see the muscles in his back ripple. He looked powerfully, almost aggressively masculine. Like someone who took what he wanted. 

And right now, he’s imagining taking you. 

The fear is still there, but by now, it had sharpened to anticipation so intense that it ached. 

“That won’t be necessary,” he says firmly. Yet, his words did not match his actions. Instead of continuing on his path toward the door, he turns to face you, uncrossing his arms to hold them at his sides.  

Is he simply nervous? Sometimes, warriors hardened on the battlefield liked to yield dominance in the bedroom. Maybe you should try throwing him against a wall and climbing him like a tree. 

No. If submission was his preference, Anassa would have chosen someone else—Katlin with her barbed whips or Bat’ya with her cruel tongue. 

You need to coax him without pushing. The subtle art of persuasion. 

Let’s start with coy seduction. 

Turning to look at him from over your shoulder, you toss your hair just so, sending shimmering waves down your back. You twist gracefully at the waist until your bodice gapes, revealing the generous contours of your body.  

“Think of it as a reward,” your voice is supple as the velvet cushions surrounding you on the floor. “Someone to take care of you. My only desire is your comfort and pleasure.”

With that, you pour the tea and walk over to him, proferring a cup.

“That is indeed generous,” the Mandalorian cocks his head. “But I usually find more comfort in solitude.”

Yet, again, he makes no attempt to leave, accepting the cup from your hand graciously. Worn leather caresses your skin as your fingers brush against each other, reaching around the warm porcelain. The jaw of his helmet lifts, and you catch a glimpse of bronze skin and coarse black hair while he raises the cup to his lips.

Surprisingly full lips.

What did he mean by offering resistance? Was this a challenge? Some test of your professional acumen?  

A skilled courtesan is, above all else, a student of human nature and hidden desires. She must know what her clients want before they speak the words. Before they know it themselves. This Mandalorian wanted to be…tempted. 

Timidity would yield nothing. 

You arch an eyebrow, “I have never known a man who preferred solitude to my company.” Then, you stare directly into the jet-black surface of his helmet’s visor. Meeting his gaze, you place a delicate hand over his chest plate and fill your voice with honey, “Let tonight be a rare exception to the usual.” 

The Beskar feels cool against your palm and the pads of your fingertips. You hadn’t realized how flushed you’d become with your heart beating this fast. The insistent yearning between your thighs matches each pulse coursing through your veins.

“I am here to satisfy your needs. Whatever the Mandalorian desires is his for the taking.” 

While the bounty hunter remains stubbornly silent, you can hear his breathing grow shallow through the modulator.

Having made your supplication, you draw back. “If it is tranquility the Mandalorian desires, perhaps I could play the valachord or sing for him?” 

“Sing?” he huffs, sounding amused. It’s funny, hearing the smirk on his lips.

Well, at least he’s not completely immune to your charm. 

“Pleasure takes many forms,” you say, flashing him a demure smile. “As such, we courtesans are skilled in many arts. I’ve been told my voice is exceedingly lovely. And I know all the Twelve Ballads of Kiergaard.”

You shift onto the edge of a thick cushion to pour yourself some tea. When you raise the cup to your lips, the look of elegant femininity slips—just for a moment, so he can see the earnest hunger filling your gaze. You fix him with your most smoldering stare, “Though I can certainly think of other ways to please you with my mouth.”

The tea tastes bitter on your tongue, but you hardly notice, waiting for his reaction.

The Mandalorian says nothing as he pulls the rifle over his head, settling it against the door frame. He walks over in a slow saunter that makes his hips dip and sway. Slowly, he extends his hand to take your face in his leather fingers, lifting up your chin. 

“You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Your breath catches in your throat. A wave of arousal courses through your body, emanating from your clenching belly until it ripples over every surface of your skin, pinching your nipples.

“If the Mandalorian—” but he cuts off whatever beguiling line you intended. 

“I thought this was about what I wanted?” he demands.

Suddenly, you’re too flustered to speak, confused by the sudden shift in dynamic. All his polite reticence had been an act. He was done testing you. He wanted to assert dominance. 

In answer, you lower your gaze.

“That’s right,” he says cooly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re remembering what you’re for.” The Mandalorian takes the cup from your hands and tosses it aside. “There’s no more need to talk. Don’t open your mouth unless I tell you.” 

Then he reaches down to his belt and unbuckles it. 

And to think you worried he’d be too self-conscious for roleplay. This is going to be so good.

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to be continued...

[lucy90712]

ik this is like the fourth request but gavi x reader where they are all hanging out together and gavi and the reader arent dating yet. they both enf up cudling somehow and the team takes like a shot tom of pics and they later find a polariod of that moment. later they go star gazing/on a walk at night with the rest and gavi ends up giving his hoodie/jacket to reader and they team +wags are just like aww while giving them a whole photoshoot

wc: 2.0k

Being friends with the some of the Barcelona squad is interesting to say the least but its so much fun and I would never give up my friendships with the team for anything. That being said we don't get to all spend time together very often as someone always has something to do but tonight by some miracle we are all free and have planned to hang out. I have had a very long and tiring week so I was considering not going but when I got a few texts about how excited everyone was I knew I couldn't not go. The one text that really solidified my fate was from Pablo as he is definitely the player I am closest to but we haven't seen each other in a little while and I knew he'd been really upset if I didn't turn up so I'm going for him. 

My relationship with Pablo is somewhat complicated. We have been really close since Pedri introduced us to each other always hanging out any chance we get but recently we have entered into a weird phase. For ages we always told people we were strictly friends even when our friends shipped us together but now Pablo has started to sort of flirt with me and has been a bit more touchy. I love it as I have had feelings for Pablo for a while but have just been too scared to say anything but I still don't dare mention anything just in case he doesn't actually have feelings for me. If there is one thing I've learnt about Pablo it is that he likes physical contact but recently I just feel like he has changed he used to rest his arm on my shoulder but now he will put it around my waist instead. He has also started greeting me with a kiss on the cheek which is a normal thing here but for us it’s a new thing. These things have me questioning what exactly our relationship is but I'm too scared to say something incase I lose him. 

Despite my dilemma with Pablo we are still really good friends so I agreed to pick him up on my way to Pedri's place where we would all be hanging out tonight. Like always he came running out and to my car and jumped in the passenger seat with a big smile on his face. Right away he launched into a conversation about what we have been doing since we last saw each other like we hadn't FaceTimed a few days ago having this exact conversation. Either way I was just happy to see him again as it has been far too long and I'll never get bored of hearing him talk about football as he's just so passionate about it. It didn't take us long to get to Pedri's and when we did I managed to find somewhere to park so that we could go in. In the few seconds I took to grab my car keys and my bag Pablo had run around the car to open my door for me which of course I thanked him for before we walked to Pedri's house. 

All of us sat catching up even though the guys see each other pretty much everyday I don't get to see them that often so we talked about what they have all been doing. We ate some food before the boys started playing fifa while I just sat and watched as I'm useless no matter how much they try and teach me. I don't mind just watching them I much prefer it actually as they are all far too competitive for my liking. Me not playing also meant I got to rest a bit to keep my energy levels up for the rest of the evening. I was sat next to Pablo with my head resting against the sofa for a while before he noticed and put an arm around me to move me closer and the making me rest my head on his chest. Any other day I'd be a bit more hesitant especially around all of our friends but tonight I'm so tried that I don't really care as much. Once I was settled he went right back to playing with his arm around me. 

Pablo was so comfy that I could have fallen asleep if it wasn't for the constant shouting from everyone when they were losing. I was also trying to subtly stare at Pablo as he played as I have always loved the way he looks when he's concentrating but he caught me a few times and just stared right back until we both ended up laughing as we can't be serious for too long. After they decided to stop playing Pablo went back to looking down at me and playing with some of my hair and probably messing it up but I didn't care. We were so in our own world that we didn't notice the guys taking pictures of us until both of our phones went off and we both looked to see pictures of us cuddling. I wanted to be mad but I just couldn't as I actually really liked the pictures and will probably save them when I am on my own later so no one knows. 

Despite liking the pictures it was still embarrassing for our friends to see us like that when we always say we are just friends so I hid my face further into Pablo's chest to avoid looking at anyone. Hiding my face also meant that Pablo didn't see that my cheeks were definitely bright red not just from embarrassment but also because I thought the pictures were cute. The guys kept making fun of us but Pablo tried to defend the both of us until they eventually stopped their teasing and instead suggested we go out for a walk. We all agreed to go but of course it took a good 20 minutes before anyone actually made any attempt to leave and when we did it ended up with a few of us waiting for the others by the door for another 10 minutes. 

"Y/n you know Pablo really does love you he just won't make a move as he's scared to ruin your friendship" Pedri said while we were waiting to leave 

"He's so smitten with you seriously you are all he ever talks about" Ferran added 

"Yeah right we are just friends and probably always will be" I said 

"We're being serious we know you like him too but he never going to make a move if you don't encourage him a little bit" Pedri said 

"I do like him but I don't want to ruin our friendship if things don't work out" I admitted 

"Believe us things will be just fine" Pedri said 

"What are you guys talking about?" Pablo asked as he walked over 

"Oh nothing important" I said quickly 

Luckily he dropped it easily and we headed out on our walk. It was a lot colder outside than I thought it would be but I knew I just had to deal with it and warm up when we got back. I haven't really experienced much of Barcelona at night as usually I only ever see it coming back from a game or somewhere else as I don't like to go out at night just to be safe. The city is really pretty at night though with so many lights illuminating the streets which are much quieter once the sun sets. Everyone else was talking but I was just enjoying the view while trying to keep as warm as possible. Eventually my concentration on the view failed as my hands began to shiver and my arms became covered in goosebumps and even my nose started to get cold. Pablo must have noticed me getting cold as he took his jacket off which he had on over his hoodie and tried to hand it to me. To begin with I refused but then he just started putting in on for me so I gave in and let him put the jacket on for me. It was a good decision in the end as not only did the jacket warm me up significantly but it also smelled like Pablo which was a great added bonus.

We walked around for a bit longer before coming across a completely empty park which is when Pablo grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a patch of grass. He sat down and so I sat down next to him to see what exactly we were doing seeing as he just dragged me over with no explanation. It all became clear when Pablo started point at the sky which was filled with bright stars. I have learnt a little bit about star constellations so I showed him the ones I recognised and told him the few things I know about space. It was so much fun as I have never shared this knowledge with anyone so it was nice to get to tell someone else about it as space is something I find really fascinating. 

Without realising as I was talking I got closer to Pablo to the point that I was leaning against him with my face just inches from his. When I realised how close we were I felt my cheeks heating up which I was hoping wouldn't be too noticeable but from that close Pablo will definitely be able to see the blush on my cheeks. Things got awkward quite quickly to the point that I couldn't take it anymore so I had to move away a bit and look in the other direction. That didn't last very long before Pablo was moving closer to me again and out a hand on my face to get me to look at him. We looked into each other's eyes for a few moments before Pablo leant down and pressed his lips to mine for the first time. The kiss was everything I imagined it to be Pablo's lips were soft against mine and the kiss was full of passion and emotion. Eventually we both pulled away and went back to looking at each other but this time we both had big smiles on our faces.

"What are we?" I eventually asked 

"We can be whatever you want but you should know that I have never felt this strongly for anyone else in my life but if you want to just stay friends I can get over it I just don't want to lose you" he admitted 

"I don't want to just be friends" I said 

"Then y/n will you be my girlfriend?" He asked 

"Of course I will" I replied 

He gave me another kiss and this time we heard cheering from the rest of the guys who were clearly spying on us. The moment was quickly ruined when they all came and sat with us and started teasing Pablo and making fun of him for taking so long to make a move. While most of the group were teasing Pablo I was talking to Frenkie who was showing me pictures they had all taken of us which were really cute. Frenkie sent me the pictures and I of course made one of them my phone lock screen then I stole Pablo’s phone and did the same even if he changes it later so people don’t see. Once the boys were done with their teasing we finally headed back to Pedri’s place where we hung out for a bit longer before I wanted to go back home and actually get some sleep. 

Of course Pablo came with me but I didn’t drop him off at his place we both went back to my apartment as now that he’s mine I don’t want to ever leave him. Luckily Pablo is just as clingy as I am because he was happy to stay the night despite both of us having things to do in the morning. As I was tired we both got straight into bed and I fell asleep pretty much straight away with Pablo cuddling me and playing with my hair. 

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 3: Two Jobs

A week in the house turned into three weeks. The end of the third week was also the end of your first week of work. You got your foot in the door at a firm not too far from where Sabo worked, and your job was just some basic data analytics. The pay was decent, and the hours were stable, so you managed to get yourself set up as the de facto cook for the house.

You were the only one with a set start and end time, so it was easiest for you to plan meals and prep for everyone else. You’d bought a lot of bento boxes and thermoses so you could start organizing things, and even out some nutrition for the others. Sabo did the laundry, and Ace and Luffy kept the house clean.

So far it was working out well, and you all managed to get time off Friday evening and were currently celebrating.

All Blue was a jazzy bar and restaurant that was run by another of Luffy’s friends. You were fairly certain the young man was simply friends with the entire city at this point, and Ace and Sabo couldn’t disagree. Sanji was a phenomenal cook according to all three boys, and had decent taste in music as far as you were concerned. The vibe of the venue was also on point, as there were well organized and maintained aquariums built into the bar, walls, and ceiling in a few places.

Sanji came to the table to bring your meals.

“Ah, the mysterious sister!” He says, setting down plates with grace and skill. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to the All Blue!”

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” you say, just loud enough to be heard over the live jazz band. They weren’t playing too loud – it would probably harm the fish – but it was loud enough to make you raise your voice a little. “Your restaurant is beautiful, Mr. Sanji!”

“Not nearly as beautiful as some of my customers.” He replies with an easy smile. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but Sanji shifts his attention to the rest of the table. “Luffy said you were celebrating?”

“(Y/N) has survived a week at her job,” Luffy says, putting his hands up in victory.

“She’s also survived three weeks with us.” Ace adds before taking a drink.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful customer.” Sanji says with a wide smile. He bows with a little flourish. “May you enjoy your celebration, Miss. Please enjoy the food.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you.” You reply as he walks away. You turn toward Sabo. “The way you talked about him I expected him to be a lot more cringey and a lot less smooth.”

“Three years ago, he was awful.” Sabo assures you. “Then he finally settled down, and I guess he settled down in other ways too.”

“Oh, did he find his soul mate or something?” You ask.

Ace grabs your shoulder and guides your gaze toward the bar. “See the bartender?”

Your eyes go a little wide. “Yeah.” A young woman was behind the bar with long dark brown hair and a feisty countenance. She was maybe a little shorter than Luffy and had an easy smile. She was laughing with some patrons, when Sanji walked by and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

“That’s the fiancé.” Ace explains. “The one person in the New World who managed to settle Sanji.”

“Well.” You lean back and begin to dig into your main course. The appetizers had been delicious and had been brought out by someone who wasn’t the bartender or Sanji. “Did Sanji have this place before or after they got together?”

“After. It was part of their agreement.” Luffy answers.

“Agreement?”

“She made him woo her for a year, and in that time, they got everything for this place sorted.” Ace explains.

“Made him?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Sanji wanted to get married the day they confessed to one another.” Sabo clarified, and you nearly choke on your food.

After a drink of water, you turn toward Sabo in disbelief. “That’s a tad fast, yes?”

“They’d known each other for a few years by that point.” He offers. You can tell from his smile that he agrees with you though. “I think he said something about being a fool for taking so long to notice. Lyn’s lovely, when they’re a little less busy we’ll introduce you.”

“He didn’t want to waste any more time.” Luffy says, and you notice he’s already cleared his plate. You’re not sure what to say about any of it, but before you can speak, Sanji’s already come over with another plate of what Luffy ordered. He sets it down in front of the young man with little more than a “here you go”, and then was back off toward the kitchen.

“… How many times is he going to do that?” You ask.

“At least two more times.” Ace answers. “Sanji’s the only person who can feed Luffy to full.”

“Luffy can be full?” You ask the question without thinking and the table breaks out into laughter – Luffy included.

The four of you continue to eat, and sure enough Sanji brings three more plates for Luffy by the end of it. He doesn’t hang around to talk, but the All Blue is packed to the gills, so you’re sure he’s very busy. It was probably more time than he had to spare to bring the dishes to your table in the first place.

By the end of your meal, Luffy was full, you and Ace were a little toasted after a small drinking contest, and Sabo was sober, but smiling. He wasn’t smiling that tight, concerned smile he gets when he’s irritated either, so you knew he was having fun.

“This was quite the celebration, thank you.” You say, leaning your head against Sabo’s shoulder for a moment. “I wish we could’ve done something more exciting.”

“What’s a proper lady like you consider exciting?” Ace teases. He’d been calling you a proper lady since before the drinking contest, and the wide smile on his face assured you he meant it kindly.

You right yourself, sitting up before you wiggle a little to the jazz music. “It would’ve been fun to go dancing, or camping maybe. Something new would’ve been nice.”

“You’ve… never been camping?” Ace and Luffy ask at the same time.

You shake your head. “Too risky, and I was taught how to dance, but I don’t do it often.” You can feel yourself sobering up, but you manage to keep your tone light. “I slept for 14 hours a day for three days after the move, if we went dancing tonight, I’d sleep my Saturday away, and unfortunately I have an obligation tomorrow.”

The word obligation dripped from your mouth like it was covered in poison and oil. You couldn’t help but nearly spit the frustrating phrase from your lips.

Sabo sighs and rolls his eyes. “Did she do it already?”

You sigh. “Yeah, mother set me up on a coffee date tomorrow.”

“You haven’t been graduated a month!” Sabo seems even angrier than you feel.

“She said I should be grateful she waited until I had graduated.” You say, mimicking your mother’s affect. “I wanted to tell you before the celebration, but we all kind of showed up here and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“You don’t have to worry about that with us.” Ace says, giving you an easy smile, and yanking Luffy over with him. “We’ll always cheer you back up!”

Luffy smiles at you, that wide smile he has. “Yeah! You can say what you need to!” He asserts, putting his arms up as Sabo nudges you a little.

“Ah, you’re all too much.” You tighten your lips and do your best to smile. “I hadn’t imagined the best part of moving in with my brother would be support from his brothers.”

All three of them smile for a moment before Sabo’s face drops. “Hey – wait a minute!”

Your laugh rings out at your brother’s displeasure, and you’re trying to console him, but you keep breaking into giggles instead. You don’t see the expression on Ace’s face, but Sabo does.

. . . . . .

Saturday morning you woke up and went through your routine. Showered and dressed, you made your way downstairs and started making breakfast. The boys wouldn’t be up for another hour and that gave you plenty of time to prep all the ingredients and make some snack boxes in case anyone had to go into work today. It was easier to just assume they would have to, than to assume they’d be staying at home.

Sabo came down first. He was already dressed for work, so you knew he was going in.

“Mornin’ sister dear.” He greeted you with a lazy smile, brushing his still damp hair from his face. “I shouldn’t be in for too long today, I can pick you up from the café if you want?” He offers.

You shake your head. “I don’t want to risk offending mother just yet.” You say, plating him up some food as he sat at the breakfast bar. “If whoever this is complains about my dear brother interrupting us, she’ll be a headache and a half.”

“Mm, fair. Still, please do call if he’s out of line.” Sabo says, turning his small breakfast into a sandwich by piling it all between two slices of toast. “I’ll even leave the office to help.”

“Of course.” You say with a smile.

Sabo finishes his breakfast and heads out, giving you a small hug before he leaves. A few minutes later Ace and Luffy wander into the kitchen. Luffy is dressed, barely, but well enough, and Ace is in shorts. You’ve adjusted a bit to seeing the two barely clothed, but a topless Ace is a small treat first thing in the morning.

“Work for Luffy, but not for you?” You question, setting plates in front of both of them.

“Meeennng-hurgh.” Luffy makes a weird noise as he begins to eat his breakfast. “Long EMT shift today.” He says. He doesn’t seem to be whining about the shift, more that he’s up so early.

Ace begins to eat too. “On-call.” He says between bites, reaching over the bar and putting a few extra bits of food onto Luffy’s plate automatically. “When’s your second job start today?”

You tilt your head for a second before the light dawns. Keeping your mother happy was enough of an energy drain, calling it a second job was valid. “Coffee’s at 11am. I was going to have a light breakfast and grab a taxi around 10:30.”

“If you need someone to come get you-.” Ace starts, but you’re already smiling.

“Sabo offered earlier too.” You explain. “I’ll be fine. If someone comes to my rescue and he complains to mother it’ll be an issue. But if he’s truly rude, I’ll just make a scene in the café.” You say with a smile. “Then I’ll call my mom and head off anyone else trying to control the story.”

“Sounds like a headache.” Ace grumbles.

You stretch before replying. “It is.” You admit taking a couple bites of food before continuing. “Nobles, Royals, Celestials – it’s all a big pain in the ass. I’m almost glad Sabo and I are nobles, and not any higher up the line.”

You take a few more bites and frown. “It’d be best if we weren’t even nobles.”

“I’m glad you two are!” Luffy says brightly. He’s finished eating his first plate and is wide awake. You slide a second plate over, tilting your head a little. “Sabo found Ace and I because he was Sabo, and you’re here cause you’re you.” Luffy takes a few big bites as you start to realize his point. “If you weren’t who you were, you might not’ve ended up me an’ Ace’s nakama!”

You glance over at Ace with a smile, catching his gaze unintentionally, and look back over to Luffy before continuing. “A small price to pay, I guess. Thank you Luffy.”

Luffy nods as he cleans his plate. “If you don’t like being a noble so much, why not quit?”

“It’s not impossible.” You say, gathering three bento boxes and tying them together. “But it’s a long process. I have to prove personal independence first, or provide mitigating circumstances. One of the reasons Sabo decided to become a lawyer was to make sure we could both break off clean as soon as possible.

“The short version is that someone has to sign off on my declaration. I can’t just declare it.”

“… Why?” Luffy asks, tilting his head. “Can’t you just decide?”

You let out a sigh. “Luffy, she can’t just-.”

“Ah, it’s okay Ace.” You interrupt. You purse your lips together and look back to Luffy. You know what you’re going to say will upset him, but you’re trying to sort out how to soften the blow. “Noble blood is considered a commodity. There are few Celestials, a few more Royals than Celestials, and a lot more nobles than Celestials and Royals.”

You grimace a little and sigh again but continue. “The system is such that inbreeding can be avoided among the Celestials and Royals by utilizing the larger pool of nobles. We’re, effectively, acceptable commoners, in the grand scheme of it all. But because of that it’s difficult to renounce one’s title.

“Sterry, for an example, is the son of a couple of criminals. Not that that would ever become public knowledge, but his parents were nobles. Instead of losing out on the potential, they allowed him and his sister to be adopted. Separately, mind you. I don’t even know if Sterry knows.”

“Why separate them?” Ace questions.

You crinkle your nose a little, waving your hand a bit. “It… spreads the impact.”

“That’s gross.” Luffy says, his face crinkled in an emotion somewhere between distaste and anger.

“It is.” You agree. “So we have to cut ties correctly. Until then, we have to play the game, at least minimally. Which means I accept the dates my mother sets up for me.”

Luffy makes a face, and you can see the internal struggle cross his features. It makes you feel better, honestly, having such a kind person like him in your proverbial corner. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can clearly imagine Luffy and Ace setting the noble district ablaze to rescue you.

Perhaps they would do so if you simply asked them to.

Help me be free.

You keep your thoughts to yourself for now, and tense a little as Luffy gives you a hug suddenly. You return the gesture and he steps back, the gaze he levels at you is almost uncomfortable - it’s like he’s reading your very soul for a moment.

“Okay!” He nods, but you’re not sure what’s going through his mind. “I gotta go, have a good day!”

He gives you both a wave and dashes out of the house. You tilt your head and look over at Ace who only shrugs.

“He’s not going to, um, do anything rash, is he?”

Ace almost chokes on his food before laughing. “He might want to,” he admits. “But Luff won’t start a revolution unless you ask him, and Sabo lets him.”

“… the way you say that makes me nervous.” You sit back down across from Ace and continue eating your breakfast.

“How so?”

“Like… you’d join him, not stop him.” You say it with a smile, but when you see the look on his face your breath catches. “I-.” You stop, unsure of what to say. For some reason you almost want to apologize, or let him. Let him and Luffy just do it. Just level your parents’ home, rock the world, rage against it, set it on fire and force it to change.

It’s an absolutely insane train of thought, but some part of you is compelled to believe it would be possible.

Ace finishes eating. “Call me if he steps out of line.” He says, ruffling your hair a little as he walks back to his room.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

— lovingly tracing the other's scars

tysm for this one omfg this is finally my chance to talk about some of jensens scars lmao. also totally lied i did a whole mini-fic for this instead of bullet points asdfghjk

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Jensen’s bedroom was still filled with a hazy glow from the lamp on his nightstand. The movie they started had long been forgotten, quietly humming away on the laptop perched at the foot of the bed. They had opted to chat until the early hours of the morning, all-encapsulating darkness painting the window in inky splotches as neither of them had bothered to draw the curtains.

Jensen’s shirt had also made its way haphazardly into the hamper, Bryce insisting on close-contact under a heap of blankets despite Jensen’s insistence that he was absolutely, undoubtedly going to have a heat stroke if Bryce laid on top of him any longer.

Bryce was wearing a familiar sleepy smile, tracing shapes over Jensen’s arm where he was curled up at his side. As Jensen quietly told him some story he was only half-listening to, he let his hand wander, trailing over his shoulder, then clavicle, then down a little further to his upper chest. He stopped his finger over a slim, lighter mark, one he could only catch in the right light but under his hand dipped in enough of a divet for him to feel.

He stopped on it long enough for Jensen to quiet, leaving the air open for Bryce to ask, “What’s this from?”

“Honestly? I don’t remember,” he answered. “Probably something stupid and with alcohol involved,” he continued with a gentle laugh. 

Bryce hummed in understanding before letting his hand wander again and asking, “Are there any you do remember?”

He nodded with a small, “Mhm,” bringing his arm up between them and twisting it enough to show off the thin, jagged line of rough skin down his forearm.

“When did you get it?

“Oh, forever ago,” Jensen started, “It was from broken glass.” At the look Bryce sent him, enough to prompt him to continue, he elaborated, “When I was younger, Mason, Seb, and I were playing baseball in Mason’s backyard. We sent one though the neighbor’s shed window and they lifted me up to try and grab it. Needless to say it didn’t go well.” He smiled fondly at the memory, and Bryce was almost surprised at how easily he could find something good in it (considering the people involved). Then again it was Jensen, and laughing through the unpleasant was kind of his thing. 

Bryce remembered another on Jensen’s lower back, aligned with his ribcage yet shorter than the previous one. Bryce asked him about that one, too, and a smile grew over his face. 

“Liyah,” he said in a playfully accusatory tone, “I told her for months she needed to clean up the strings on her guitar because she changed them out then didn’t cut ‘em down all the way. Midway through a show at some shitty little venue she swung over when I was standing next to her and sliced right through my shirt.”

Jensen started to go on about the other times Aliyah did similar things, Bryce happily resting with his head on Jensen’s shoulder and soaking up every word. He kneaded his hands down Jensen’s arm then back up, drawing squiggles over his skin on his next pass and leaving a kiss, too.

They had barely seen each other the last few weeks with Bryce’s schedule even more hectic than normal, and any time the two of them could spend alone were held in the highest of regards, like priceless gifts that nearly felt too good to be true.

Bryce found another light patch on Jensen’s knee, a larger scrape, pointing it out as his story came to a close.

Jensen seemed more hesitant to answer that one but, after a short sigh, he started. “That was from one of the times my mom and I moved.” Bryce didn’t press further, knowing Jensen would pick up on it as his chance not to continue, but he proceeded to, anyway. “I don’t know how late we were on rent, but she was freaking out about potentially being evicted—or freaking out as much as she could, I guess—” Jensen had talked about her typically monotone, closed-off demeanor, and Bryce could only assume that’s what he meant. “I ended up taking a day off school to stay home and move stuff into the car. We were carrying this heavy-ass nightstand outside and I tripped and ate shit. It ended up cracking when I dropped it and my mom was pissed but it honestly probably wouldn’t have fit in the car, anyway.”

Jensen was quiet afterward. He didn’t have anything to elaborate with, which is what he usually did when Bryce was (rarely) too tired to fill in the blanks himself. Instead, Bryce pushed himself up, tucking one hand against Jensen’s neck and pulling him in for a short but sweet kiss. He mumbled an, “I love you,” into Jensen’s lips, pressing theirs together one more time before settling against him again. 

Though Jensen was hesitant to talk about it at first, Bryce knew just how much a simple “I love you” could mean to him. Jensen explained how foreign of a phrase it was for him to hear, much less be the recipient of, and Bryce had made it his personal mission to wear it out. Especially when it came to hard topics, Bryce was more than happy to remind Jensen that, despite the bad times he opened up about, he would always be there with plenty of love and support.

Jensen leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before sliding off the bed to get the curtains and light. He was back in record time, cuddling up to Bryce with a squeeze and letting him drift off for the night.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 5 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

This wasn't the first time I had walked away from Aspen and Cedar.

In fact, I probably spent most of the past ten years alone.

Between earning whatever money I could find and hiding away in some cave near my old pack, I couldn't call the dingy motel or even the past places we've stayed a 'home'.

In fact, despite having kept that motel room for over two weeks, the three of us were still considered homeless.

"Hey," a groggy voice mumbled.

A hand patting around until it had taken a hold of my thigh.

"Don't leave yet."

This also wasn't the first time I had spent the night with some rogue for cash.

Robbie yawned as he struggled to sit upright.

He groaned before scrounging for his wallet in his nightstand.

"It's been a while, didn't think you still had my number."

He pulled out a few twenty dollar bills before grabbing his phone and resting his head on my lap.

He grinned, still drowsy and handed me the bills.

I had been seeing Robbie for quite some time now and although I never pursued him romantically, I kept in touch with him occasionally even if it wasn't for money.

He was considerate and genuinely seemed to care about my wellbeing and despite how much money he made, he didn't like to flaunt it like some of the other guys I've seen.

"Sorry it ain't much, I don't get paid till Friday and truthfully wasn't expecting you. I'll pay extra next time," he held my hand, giving me one of his classic puppy dog faces.

"I promise."

"Okay," I replied.

"But you owe me ice cream next time too."

"Deal," he beamed, his eyes seeming to twinkle in the dim light.

"So, what's the scoop this time? Did something happen, or did you genuinely miss me?"

"Aspen and I got into an argument, same old," I shrugged before adding...

"But of course I missed you. How could I live without your snoring and I owe you..." he poked my side with his signature dorky, yet adorable pout.

"Hey, is that sarcasm I hear and I don't snore."

"You do snore," I poked him back.

"And I promised you ice cream, that's not fair," he joked.

I went to poke him again but he grabbed my hand.

"And if it's the amount of money you're talking about, I can work more hours if you really need more. I just really wasn't expecting your call last night. I've told you before, that I'm willing to help you out in whatever..."

"I was joking," I interrupted.

I couldn't take where his tone was going.

The slight pitiful tone he was taking discussing my financial situation was not something I needed, especially from him.

"Really," I countered.

"I was just teasing. I really shouldn't even be taking your money in the first place."

He continued to stare at me with pitiful eyes, before squeezing my hand again.

"I mean it, Simon. I want to help you. The money isn't an issue for me and besides..."

"No, it's okay," I argued, reaching for the money he had handed me.

That same feeling of wanting to run out and leave was creeping up again.

I didn't want help.

Not professional help nor Robbie's.

The weight of yesterday was crushing me and I didn't want to intrude on his life, despite how nice he was.

The fear of being tossed aside like ten years ago was building and I couldn't take to see that look of disgust on sweet Robbie's face.

Before I could change my mind I stuffed the wad of money back at him.

"Woah, woah, no. This is yours now Simon. Really. This is nothing."

"No. No, I really shouldn't," I stammered.

I didn't want his handouts.

As much as I could use that money, what Aspen had said was starting to get to me.

'You need help, Simon.'

I didn't want to need help.

I wanted to prove to Aspen after these ten years that I could do things on my own.

That I didn't need to rely on people like Robbie.

Robbie has grabbed my shoulders with both of his hands, moving closer to my face with a serious look on his face.

"Seriously, Simon. I want you to have this. I want to help you. Let me help you."

"No."

I looked away, trying not to look at his face.

"I-I don't want your help."

I shoved his arms away before leaving the bed, reaching for my clothes.

I needed to leave.

Robbie followed me, hovering almost, trying to shove his money back at me.

"Simon," he called out as I struggled to put my pants and shirt on.

He grabbed my forearm, looking me in the eyes.

"Hey, hey, easy. What's going on? Are you alright? Was it something I said?"

I turned around, suddenly overwhelmed by his prying.

I just wanted to leave.

"Talk to me, Simon," he pleaded, moving toward me to face me again.

"Please? I'm sorry, alright? I don't know what I said or did but hear me out okay?"

"I really should get going," I mumbled.

I moved past him toward the front door, trying to ignore his protests.

"At least take some money," he argued.

"Keep in touch would you?"

I turned the knob and walked down the stairs, leaving empty-handed.

I couldn't take his money, not after what Aspen had been telling me for years.

This wasn't something I should be doing, it wasn't a job and it was totally not safe.

With Robbie, maybe but not the others.

I had to leave or else I'd be doing exactly what Aspen warned me about.

At the same time, I wanted to run back in there and lay in bed with him and listen to him rant about his job.

He was one of the only clients that I had been pretty open and honest about regarding my past.

As a fellow rogue, Robbie had also been kicked out of his pack and despite how stressful it could be, he was willing to share his experiences with me and likewise.

There was just this ambiance to him that seemed to radiate comfortability and solace.

It was something I had grown to love about spending time with him.

He didn't care about the sex like the others, it was almost an afterthought to him and unlike the others, he was never appalled at the experiences I had or the scars.

However, It was for the best that I leave though, despite how thoughtful and considerate he was.

Leaving would be a step in the right direction, even if it meant I had absolutely no money.

I couldn't keep relying on him and the others by running to them every time I left Aspen and Cedar or when we needed money for food and housing.

It's better if I stop seeing him at all.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

I love you fics I just thought of something if you want to do it "what if L loses his virginity for us". Like it's the sequel of the one when neglected us and Misa talks to him

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Done, did, absolutely. Let me just 🖐✋☝️👇✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️.

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Watching L work was boring, watching L work when he was really focused was even worse because he would be in the zone for hours, only taking small breaks to stuff his cheeks with sweets. He had learned his lesson about two weeks ago though, so while he typed away with one hand, the other was massaging circles into your thigh to keep you satisfied. But still, some days you would feel him pulling away again and in paranoia, you would force your way into whatever space he was inhabiting to make sure he couldn’t leave you behind again.

You scooted slightly closer to L, resting your head on his shoulder and completely discarding the socially appropriate distance between the two of you.

L quirked an eyebrow at you when you plucked a strawberry halfway on it’s voyage to his mouth from his hand and replaced it with yours. Instead of a reaction you craved, L simply sighed and turned back to the screen, his acknowledgement of your adjustments only being his head tilting on top of yours barely.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed further into him, shoulder nudging into his side as you nibbled on the fruit. He paused again and looked down at you, confused expression meeting a pleading one.

“What’s wrong, love?” He whispered.

“Are you going to be done soon?”

“I have to finish this document and then some, is there something urgent you need?”

Light watched your breathy whisper-negotiation with a curious eye from where he was sat a few feet away. Misa, who was toying with Light’s fingers and shirt buttons, feigned disinterest but was also listening with a keen ear and made a face when L said he had a lot of work in reply to you asking for some alone time.

“You said today was going to be a relatively short day.” You argued with a finger against his collarbone.

“That was before Matsuda decided to spill coffee on his computer and make it so he was unable to work.” He defended back.

You were getting increasingly frustrated because you knew that he had already finished his work for the day and he was just covering for the rest of the team. Knowing him, he’d complain about them being incompetent but barely give them work because he thought he could do it better, affectively overworking himself and underworking his staff while still getting mad that they don’t any work.

Sighing and rolling your eyes, you huffed and pulled away from him with a push of your palm to his chest. L’s eyes flashed with panic and he immediately wrapped the arm that was on your thigh around your back and shifted you closer to him again.

“Please, don’t do that. I’ll.. I’ll see what I can do, princess, but you know that I don’t like the way they do the assignments.”

You quietly groaned in annoyance and shoved your face into his chest, reluctantly accepting his stubborn compromise. Living up to expectations, instead of communicating the need for help to the other taskforce members, L decided instead to type as fast as possible and cut out half of the unnecessary assignments to do tomorrow.

In the meantime, you had lost yourself in a fantasy realm of daydreaming and affectively lulling yourself to sleep nearly on top of L. Most of the taskforce was off doing their own thing besides the handcuffed duo and their girlfriends, so when Misa had crawled off of Light and muttered that she needed a quick snack, L decided to was good as time as any to get you alone again.

Shaking you awake gently and allowing you off of his lap, he replaced his wrist with a desk leg despite Light’s complaints of not needing to be handcuffed to anything or anyone in the first place.

L used the intercom to ask Watari to keep an eye on Light and Misa while he took a few hours off and led you out of the giant room.

Still sleepy and not fully there, you wonder a bit as you make your way through the tower. L notices and lays a gentle hand on your waist, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand by his side. By the time you reached the infamous room where L showed off his tongue abilities, you were fully awake and excited for whatever he had in store for you, and what you had in store from him too.

Inside the camera-free, tan colored escape you’d been longing for all day, you finally relaxed and walked over to the bed, flinging your body and plopping onto its soft embrace.

L gave a soft chuckle and followed you after locking the door. “Don’t fall asleep on me again, sweetness. It’s far too early.”

You hummed into the duvet and smiled as you felt his hand come up to trace your spine. “‘on’t worry bout me, just a really nice blanket.”

The bed dipped at your side and L’s hand strayed further, softly massaging between your shoulder blades. You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “Hey, L?”

He met your eyes with gentle questioning through his. “Yes?”

You slowly pulled yourself up onto your hands and turned so you were sat down facing him, leaning your weight onto your palms.

“Do you.. want to.. ya know?”

L raised a cocky eyebrow with a small smirk, “You’re gonna have to be more specific there.”

You reached out and placed your hands on his collar, leaning forward and shoving your nervousness into an invisible pocket of space.

“If I, say, undressed myself, possibly you aswell, what then?”

L thought about if for a second, his eyes showcasing exactly what he was thinking as they glazed over and grew blown out.

“I think I’d let you. I’d be complicit to your desires, and touch.”

You let a confident grin take your lips, leaning closer to him and giggling as his eyes dropped to your mouth.

“So what if I…. did this?” Your smile smushed against his, hands tangling in his charcoal locks as you eased your way into the kiss.

Your tongue slipped past his teeth, meeting the flavor of strawberry shortcake and maple syrup and you held in a remark, replacing it with a snort. Very slowly, as if approaching a wild animal and trying not to spook it, you climbed into his lap. You’d held the kiss as long as you could but the basic need for air eventually overcame your desire for each other.

Breaking away with a breathless gasp, you leaned your forehead on his and for the first time, acknowledged the bulge rubbing on your thigh.

“I think I’d be fine with that.”

It took a second but when you realized he was answering your rhetorical question, you snorted and shook your head slightly.

A few beats of silence before L shifted underneath you and you swallowed a gasp. Looking down, your eyes widened when you noticed just how prominent the tent in his pants was. L turned his head to the side and made a face you couldn’t see. You looked up with a enthusiastic expression and met his eyes.

“Can I?”

L didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.

“Yes.”

Immediately, you began moving. Smoothly dropping to your knees in front of him, L’s eyes widened. Picking at the buttons and zipper on his jeans, you fumbled until they came undone and tugged until L got the message and stood up, allowing you to yank them down to his ankles. You took the opportunity the stare at his covered penis while he kicked his pants off, and lord, it looked huge.

You reached forward with hands shaking from excitement to softly grab his waistband and pulled it down, his cock springing out of its confines and hitting his stomach.

Good. Fucking. God.

It’s long and beautiful. Pale all the way up, with two large veins on the underside the track all the way to the flushed, drooling tip, there’s messy, unkept black hair curling at the base and the whole thing looks like it’s seven inches of pure bliss. You can barely hold yourself back, feeling your damp panties nearly leak at the sight.

L starts saying something about how he’s sorry he didn’t trim the hair down there because he doesn’t really have time but you barely register it, instead leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand at the base, watching a drop of precum fall to the floor. L chokes on his words, hands tensing at his side as you dip your head in and puppy-lick the tip, tasting the bittersweet essence of your boyfriend.

Your tongue massages the curve of his tip, lightly suckling as you ease his cock into your mouth. Your hand holds it in place so when his hips jump from your sudden intake of most of it, you don’t gag. Looking up at him as your nose hits the tuft of hair at the base, you finally see your stoic lover break into vulnerability. His nose is scrunched up, eyes barely open squinting and a few beads of sweat trace his jawline.

Using your hands on his thighs, you bob your head and hold back tears as your throat takes the tip, fucking your mouth with his cock. L looks like he’s going to combust, his hands are squeezing the ends of his shirt hard enough to rip it to pieces as you take your time sucking him off.

You pull off for some air, pumping his cock with your fist as you ask, “Feel good?”

L wonders how much audacity one person can possibly have.

“Fe..eels good.” His response sounds strangled, like breathing is hard enough and now you want him to talk too? You’re asking too much of him.

You take pride in finally being the put together one in your relationship and think about all the ways you’re going to tease him over it as you lower your head and suck one of his balls into your mouth.

L thinks he might actually explode.

You switch sides, giving the other the same treatment of your warm mouth slobbering on the sensitive, heavy sack. Then, you pull back and drag your tongue along the underside, in between throbbing viens, and begin to suck his cock again, paying extra attention to the tip.

You reach for L’s hands and place them on the back of your head, wordlessly telling him to take the reins and smirking around his penis as he gently tugs you forward, forcing more of him into your mouth. He guides you down and up his cock as you hold your breath, watching him slowly fall apart until he tears you off him, panting hard and leaking precum into your mouth and on the ground.

“Fuck…can we…can I fuck you now, please?”

You nod and stand up, undressing yourself and smiling when he reaches out to unclasp your bra for you. You return the favor by taking his shirt off and eye his lean body while removing the rest of your clothes.

Once done, you reach forward and run a hand along his torso, fascinated.

“You’re beautiful. I wish I could see this all the time.”

L watches you with interest, “You…you look perfect, better than I’d imagined you.”

You grin and take note of that information, wrapping your hands around his neck and sitting down, pulling him down on top of you.

“Do we need a contraceptive?” L asks.

“On the pill.” You answer quickly, reaching in between your legs to grab his dick.

He gasps and looks down to see you angle him at your entrance.

“You’re so.. wet.”

You hold back a snort, “Yeah, that’s how pussies work. Now, are you ready to loose your virginity?”

“Virginity is just a social construct and mine having been intact shouldn’t-”

“L, good god. It’s a yes or no question, not an invitation to TedTalk me out of being aroused.” Your pussy was literally aching with desire and if your needs kept being delayed, you might just get the job done yourself.

“Yes. I am.”

“Do it then.” You wrap your legs around his back.

It’s overwhelming the way he feeds his cock into you ever so slowly, holding his breath and letting it out in a strangled groan when his balls finally thud against your ass.

L dropped to his forearms and held still, adjusting to the feeling and holding himself back from blowing his load too soon. He didn’t realize it would feel this good. You’ve never felt this stuffed full, each ridge and indent of his cock felt with your gummy walls, keeping him tightly secure inside you.

You both take a breath, and almost cry when he pulls out before he shoves himself back inside you, your pussy making a loud squelch as arousal spills out. L is trying as hard as he can to become familiar with how heaven feels so that he lasts long enough to bring you pleasure too. He begins a steady pace with his hips and bites his bottom lip, listening to the sound of your mouth and pussy both begging him for more.

Slowly and as gently as possible in stark contrast to the desperate ruts his hips are driving into yours, he moves your legs so they’re on his shoulders and the back of your thighs are pressed against his chest. His watchful eyes never leave your face as he turns his head slightly to the side and rests his cheeks against your ankles. L’s attentive, and curious, he’s memorizing each twitch of your eyebrows, each gasp of your lips and each squeeze of your walls. So it’s no surprise that when he finds the perfect spot inside you, he stays hitting that spot like a broken record, keeping you screaming his name and pleading.

Then he slows down, changing from fast, needy strokes that have you choking on air to slow, careful, deep thrusts as he drags his hands up and down your legs.

“L-…fuck, baby.. please.”

“What do you need, princess?” His head dips to leave smooth kisses on the muscles of your calves, the curves of your ankles and the arches of your feet. His pupils stay on yours but you’re too blissed out and horny to care to make eye contact, you’d rather watch the way his tongue dashes out to lick his lips after each kiss.

“You…more, more of you. Faster, harder, more of everything.”

L obeys, quickening his pace again and grasping the sheets by your head, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

“Are you close?”

You nod eagerly, words fail you. One of his hands dips between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing to match his thrusts.

You back arches off the bed and you nearly scream, tears of overstimulation filling your eyes as you orgasm approaches rapidly.

Right when L hits your g-spot again, your release hits you like a train, stars interrupting the sight of L reaching his too. Your pussy milks his cock dry as he empties load after load inside you, it spilling out and running down your core.

L goes limp on top of you as he tries to catch his breath and you come back to earth, exhausted. L slowly pulls out, choking as your pussy tightens one last time and watching in awe as cum leaks out, drooling onto the duvet.

He collapses next to you, panting heavily as he reaches for your sweaty, worn-out body and drags you into his arms.

“Just how you imagined it?” You ask with a lazily smirk.

“Better. Way better.”

[michelle-is-writing]

Tired, Johnny Knoxville

Word Count: 1.3k~

With the recent movie in the works, the guys have all gotten to relive some of their craziest moments while also coming up with other crazy ideas to add to the bunch. On top of everything, the guys are also being interviewed constantly whether it be podcasts or videos to shoot. This has kept everyone busy - especially Johnny.

So, with today being the last day of filming before having a week off, I wasn’t all too surprised when Johnny came into our house and gave me a quick kiss before heading to our shared bedroom and immediately passing out on top of our bed. Upon walking in after him, I covered my grin with my hand as my eyes caught onto a huge problem. Not only was Johnny still in his clothes from the day of shooting, but he’s lying on top of the covers completely with each part of his body blocking any way to get under them. Unless I manage to curl up around Johnny’s spreadout limbs, I’m not going to be able to sleep with him in our bed tonight. Although, knowing how tired Johnny has to be, I don’t have the heart to wake him up and make him move.

Despite there being no noise or lights in the living room to distract me, I still can’t close my eyes and fall asleep peacefully on this couch. I’ve been this way for a couple of hours now, and I know that if I don’t go to sleep within the next few minutes, I’m not going to be able to properly function tomorrow. I guess sleeping next to Johnny for so long has made me dependent on having his warm body next to mine. Without him, I don’t think I’ll be able to successfully get a full night’s rest.

A hand slowly gliding over my hip startles me into jolting up from my lying position on the couch and turning to face where the hand came from. Of course, it’s only Johnny sitting on the coffee table in front of me, but the fact that he’s awake and out of bed makes me frown. “Johnny, what are you doing up?” I ask, turning to face him fully with our knees touching. I was trying so hard to focus on falling asleep that I hadn’t noticed him even turning the living room light on. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” he answers, moving his hand to rest on my leg with a smile. Upon looking a bit closer at his face, I can see the few hours of rest he got were enough to make the dark circles under his eyes practically disappear. Although, that could also be due to the fact that he’s finally off for more than a couple days and feels a bit relieved. “But you never came to bed,” Johnny states the obvious, his smile turning into a frown. “Did you not want to sleep with me or something?”

His question makes me smile teasingly as I lean forward to place my lips against his, my hand coming up to rest against his now bare shoulder. I don’t know how he was able to fall asleep in these clothes. To wear them on the set of movie is one thing, but to comfortably rest in is another. It’s no wonder he’s now void of his sailor’s hat and matching button-up - he probably woke up just to take them off.

“You looked so comfortable, and I didn’t want to wake you,” I explain, leaning my forehead against his as his hand remains on my thigh. “Besides, you’ve been working so hard on the new movie that you needed the sleep,” I add on, feeling him nod before he moves over to sit beside me on the couch.

Wrapping his arms around me, Johnny pulls me onto my side with him as he lies down on the couch just like I was doing moments ago. With my back pressed against his chest and his arms holding me close to him, Johnny nuzzles his nose into my hair before sighing. “I’ve missed this,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gentle. “Stupid work has made me so tired that I can barely process, but the one thing I’ve wanted to do is just be close to you. Maybe you can come on set with me from now on.”

With a smile, I turn in his arms to face him before leaning up and planting a short kiss to his lips. “I’ve wanted to be close to you too, honey,” I tell him, leaning my head onto his arm perched against the couch cushion. “And you know what; I’d love to watch everyone bust their asses, maybe even help you mess with the guys.”

Johnny laughs, nodding at my words in excitement. I can tell he’s already putting stuff together in his head, which can be a bit scary. “But for right now, I’m glad you’re off for a week,” I confess, watching as Johnny smiles at my words.

“I’m glad too,” He tells me, moving closer to attach his lips back onto mine. Our eyes simultaneously close as I begin to kiss back, the corners of my lips turning up into a smile as I feel Johnny’s hand resume sliding up my hip and underneath my shirt. Just as his thumb grazes over the skin of my waist, I move my hand to place it on his arm, catching every tattooed line underneath my fingers. At the reminder of what the two tattoos are, I can’t help but pull away and giggle, Johnny’s face turning confused at my actions. “What... is it my breath?”

I only laugh more, shaking my head as I wave my hand in front of him. “No, no,” I tell him, finally calming down enough to look up at Johnny. “It’s just... I can’t kiss you while thinking about ‘leon,’ babe,” I admit, watching as he smiles for a second before turning serious. It’s a playful kind of serious, however, as I don’t think even Johnny can be serious when talking about his tattoos.

“What? You don’t like Leon?” He asks, making me laugh even more. Johnny’s lips curve into a goofy smile before he begins pushing his shoulder toward me, putting ‘Leon’ right by my face. “Well, Leon likes you! Give him a kiss!”

“Johnny, quit it!” I almost yell as I begin cackling at his actions. “You’re gonna make me fall on the floor!” Expectantly, Johnny’s actions don’t stop despite my words, and instead, he only adds to his antics by wiggling his body closer to me. Pushing away at his arm doesn’t work, of course; Johnny is a bit stronger than me, after all.

“I’m about to- fuck it!” Without another word, I throw a leg over his hip and use all my strength to push him back onto his back with me now on top of him. Almost instantly, he stops what he was doing seconds ago before gently resting his hands on my hips and smiling.

“Well, this is much better,” He sighs, his playful attitude now completely different. Smiling back at him, I rest my arms beside his head before lying down on his chest and nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck. In response, Johnny turns his head and kisses the side of my head, a happy sigh following his lips afterward. “Much better.” 

Nodding, I feel myself close my eyes as I begin to feel tired like before, but now, I think I can actually sleep since Johnny’s out here with me. Murmuring a quick good night to him, I push my face further into his neck as one of his hands slides up from my hip to brush my hair away from my face. Just before dozing off, I hear Johnny’s voice one more time before he passes out too.

“Good night, beautiful~”

[skiller0dani]

Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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Over and Over

a dumb one shot that's been in my head for the last few days, pretty much a fix-it fic mainly for my sanity lol.

eddie munson x adopted hopper!reader

Basically kinda fluff, slight spoiler of the new season?, mentions a lot of Hopper too. ALSO no mention of gender (I think I’ve double checked thoroughly) so this is for anyone!

Words: 2.5k

One Week After the Upside Down

The shaggy haired boy hadn’t left the hospital since you arrived. His uncle had dropped him off a change of clothes every day, and he’d lie down on the waiting room chairs if he needed some sleep. You’d lost a lot of blood trying to distract the demobats from attacking him, and he was scared that you hadn’t woken up yet. 

Your father knew it was Eddie Munson, having taken the kid to his uncles the night his father ran away. He’d watched as Eddie had been called in to the sheriffs office on a few occasions, having been accused of dealing drugs but never having the evidence on him. He had changed a bit in the last few years, his hair brushing past his shoulders instead of the buzzcut that he adorned all those years ago. He was the same age as you, and, despite your dads best efforts to warn you of his antics, you and Eddie were completely joined at the hip the moment you stepped foot in Hawkins Middle School. But in the year your dad had been missing, he hadn’t known how close you two had become. 

He didn’t know how Eddie had been there for you in your loneliest times, encouraging you to not give up hope that your dad would be back home in the near future. Holding you as you sobbed when the nightmares woke you up. The way the looks exchanged between the two of you made your cheeks flush, but neither of you admitting that the other had felt something more in this relationship. 

Your dad was back, but you hadn’t woken up to this news yet. So, they both sat in the waiting room. Awkward acknowledgements were made, but the mutual feeling in both was worry. You were stable. That was all that was said to them. Stable, but you had lost a lot of blood, the body needs time to recover. Both had been told to go home and rest, and they’d be contacted with any updates. 

Both refused to leave. 

Your dad would read you the comics you owned, giving each character a unique voice like he did when you had first come home with him. He remembered how you were a terrified young kid when you first met, but the voice acting had made you giggle and trust him. Bringing you in to his home was one of the best decisions he had ever made, and he refused to believe you would leave him and El behind. 

El had actually visited a few times, but looking at you made her feel guilty for not being there, no matter how many times Hopper told her it wasn’t her fault. How was she to know your every move?

Eddie had his guitar by his side constantly, playing relaxed versions of your favourite songs, and ones that reminded him of you. He would smile sadly as he played, being reminded of the times you two would bicker jokingly over what music you would play to woo a potential partner, or how The Runaways tape that your dad had gotten you was now stuck in your car, meaning that you couldn’t go anywhere without listening to the same song over and over. He would hold your hand, watching closely for any signs of change that meant you’d be waking up any minute now. 

By the end of the week, Hopper and Eddie had started to have proper conversations with each other - taking it in turns to get lunch or coffee. Eddie was now in the clear, after Hawkins Lab had given him an alibi and apologised profusely for not intervening sooner. His uncle hadn’t been pleased with the apology, but they had been given a hefty amount in hush money that he really couldn’t turn down. Eddie had gone back to school - the kids were still wary of him, but hell was he going to graduate this year and prove everyone wrong. 

The rabble of friends you’d grown close with over the last few years would check in every other day, making sure to bring Hopper and Eddie anything they needed. They had all agreed that stable was better than nothing at all. 

Hopper sighed as he sat by your bedside for the 7th day in a row. “Come on kid, please. For the sake of your poor old dad.” You were still covered in deep wounds, but some of the bruises surrounding them had began to yellow in colour, which, he had been told, was a good sign of recovery. He ran his hand round his stubble, looking around at the vibrant flowers people had sent you. 

Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw your fingers move. His head snapped round, waiting for you to do it again.

“Come on kiddo, it’s me, I’m here.” Desperation had set in. Would he tell anyone what he saw if you didn’t do it again? Would they think he had started seeing what he wanted to see? 

The slight movement of your hand snapped him out of that train of thought completely, as your eyelids began to flutter. Tears had welled up in the mans eyes, as you blinked at him. He could tell that your brain was processing where you were. 

“Dad?” He chuckled at your whisper. ‘Dad’ was a rare occurrence, as he was usually ‘Hops’ to you. He nodded. 

“It’s me kiddo. Looks like you got yourself in to some absolute shit, huh?”

“I could say the same to you, old man” you smiled weakly in response as he leaned over, bringing you in to a soft hug. 

“Glad to see we’re still on the ‘old’ argument” he laughed. “I’m happy to see you.” 

“Where were you dad? We thought…”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry. But,” he sat back in his seat, “I promise I’ll explain it all once you’re more awake. I can’t keep your other visitor waiting, the poor kid has been here same amount of time you have just waiting.” He started to get up. 

“I can’t wait to see El again, is she okay? God I have so much to tell her.” He shook his head. 

“Not El.” Your brows furrowed at his response, but the figure that had appeared in the doorway soon answered your burning question.

“Eddie.” 

“Hey, you.” Silence fell between the two of you, as Hopper straightened up. 

“I’ll let you two fill each other in. I’ll be back later okay? I need to make some phone calls.” He kissed your forehead and you watched him leave, before your eyes landed on Eddie again. 

“You look well for somebody who fought off like 100 bats,” he took Hoppers seat by the bed, laughing at your comment. 

“Well, I have you to thank for that. I got away with a few things that needed stitching up.” He bit his lip before continuing. “God, I was so worried about you. We dragged you back up here and when they said how much blood you lost we…we didn’t know if you would make it.”

“How long have I been out?” You attempted to sit up, but the pain in your side stopped you sitting up fully. Eddie cleared his throat. 

“A week.”

“A week?! Oh no, is everyone else okay? Did anyone get hurt? Where are they?” 

“Hey hey, easy. That Max girl is in the hospital, she hasn’t woken up yet but she got a pretty rough deal. Everyone else is okay. They’ll be thrilled to hear you’re awake.” 

Max. Max was still asleep? What happened when her and Lucas were in the house?

“When did my dad get back?”

“Around the same time you arrived here. Wherever he was, I don’t think he’d had a proper shower in a while, and he’s definitely not gone home since you came in. See, I told you didn’t I! We never lost hope.” A small smile crept on to his lips, as you studied the dark circles under his eyes. 

“And you?” 

“I, uh…” he shifted in the chair. “I couldn’t leave you.” He blinked. “It wasn’t a risk I wanted to take. I needed to make sure you were okay. You pretty much saved my ass, after all. Plus, you promised me that once we got out of that hell hole alive, I could take you to see ‘Chopping Mall’, remember?” He jested. 

“Out of all the places it has a limited release and it chooses Hawkins. Of course I remember, you goof, how could I forget?” You watched your hands as he circled your palm with his thumb. 

“Well, bad news is that it has left our movie theatre. But,” his cheeks flushed as his eyes met with yours, “the offer of a movie is still very much on the table if you would like to accompany me.” He dropped his eyes as he waited for your response. 

“I would be honoured, good sir!” You piped up as much as you could, still feeling groggy but trying to match his energy. “Maybe when I’ve healed up a bit more?” 

His answer was interrupted as the door swung open, and eight faces peered in. 

“THEY'RE ALIVE!” Steve yelled, and the team swarmed in to hug you. 

“Please be careful with them,” you heard Hopper groan as he and Joyce entered the room after them. “We’ve already pissed off the nurses on this ward by disobeying the 3 at a time policy.”  

A loud chorus of the group repeating the series of events ensued, as you watched each of them re-enact moments that you had missed. El squeezed on the bed next to you, resting her head on your shoulder as your friends began to talk over each other excitedly. They told you that Lucas was down the hall with Max, still waiting on her to wake up, and how you would love Jonathon’s quirky new friend, Argyle. How you were so badass to go after Eddie and how your quick thinking saved him from getting killed. 

You caught Eddie watching you soak in everyones stories, and he threw you a quick smile as he got out of his chair. 

“Wait Munson, where are you going?” Dustin turned to the drowsy looking metalhead as he attempted to slink out of the room unnoticed.

“I, my friend, am giving you all some space. I need to freshen up before a date I have soon, too. The shower they have here isn’t the best.” He ruffled Dustins hair as the boy raised an eyebrow. 

“A date? Since when?” Eddie winked at you and left the room, leaving Dustin speechless for a good 30 seconds before he rattled off in to another story. Another half hour of listening to your friends, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy again. 

“Come on guys, I think it’s time to let them rest again don’t you?” Hopper called out, as everyone had started to slow down. They each gave you a hug before leaving the room, Joyce holding the door open while your dad said goodbye. 

“Let me talk to the nurses, and we’ll get you home as soon as, okay?” You nodded. “Get some sleep, kid.” 

Another week had passed since you got the all clear to come home. El had tidied your bedroom, eagerly anticipating your arrival, and Hopper had made sure to stock the freezer with Eggos in order to create his infamous Triple-Decker Eggo Extravaganzas. Eddie had called every day updating you with the going ons of his life, and you were so proud to hear he’d finally gotten the grades he needed to graduate this semester. 

“Hops, do I look okay?” looking in the mirror hanging above the fireplace, you saw your dad lean against the sofa behind you. 

“For your date?” 

“It’s not a date…” you began. “We’re celebrating Eddie’s grades!”

“And you’re asking if you look okay, after obviously putting in more effort than usual, for your not date?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, turning to your sister who had taken place next to your dad. 

“El, do I look okay?” She looked up at a smirking Hopper, before looking back at you. 

“You are ready for your date?” She smiled, as Hopper burst out laughing. You groaned as the doorbell rang, looking back at the cuts on your cheeks that had started to heal. Whilst your body was now well enough to at least be going out with people again, you were still having to take things slowly - something you were still not quite used to. 

“I hate you both,” you joked, as you opened the front door to Eddie holding a bunch of flowers in front of his face, pretending to then jump out from behind them. 

“Hi there!” He held out the flowers. “For you.” 

“Oh Eddie, they’re stunning. Thank you!” You gratefully took the flowers, turning round to Hopper and El still standing in their original positions, Hoppers eyebrows raised as he mouthed ‘not a date?’ Out of Eddies eye line. 

“Did you want to come in quickly while I find a vase to put these in? I don’t want them dying out!” You opened the door to let him through before vanishing to the kitchen, El following in your footsteps. Eddie nodded to Hopper, feeling slightly awkward at the look Hopper was now giving him. 

“So, I hear it isn’t a date, huh?”

“No sir, just going to see a movie and maybe grab a bite to eat.” Hopper nodded at Eddie’s response. 

“Do you get flowers for everyone you take on a ‘not date’?” Eddie shifted his balance on his feet before clearing his throat, a habit he had every time he felt under pressure. 

“No, no. I thought that it might just brighten their day, you know?” Hopper unfolded his arms, noticing Eddie’s unease. His voice lowered, making sure that you weren’t able to hear. 

“Look, I don’t know the dynamic you two have in this friendship here. Or even if you want something more out of this. But it is very clear that you two care very much about each other. Hold on to that, okay?” Eddie was watching him carefully, as Hopper pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed him a couple of twenties. “Do me a favour and go and treat yourselves. I heard you passed your classes.” Eddie looked at the twenties, and before he had a chance to argue Hopper had already shoved them in to his hand. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate that.” 

“Appreciate what?” Both of the men jumped as you had re entered the room, the flowers now sitting comfortably in a glass vase you had found at the back of the cupboard. Eddie stuffed the twenties in his back pocket. 

“Oh, your dad was just congratulating me on passing, is all,” Eddie smiled. 

“We knew he could do it, right dad? Anyway, are we ready to go?” You opened the front door and Eddie nodded. 

“Be safe, please!” Hopper called out after you both, Eddie holding open the passenger side door of his van for you. 

“So,” you started, as Eddie had climbed in to his side. 

“So.” He placed his hand on your thigh. “Are we not calling this a date?” 

“We can call it whatever you like, Munson.” You both grinned as Eddie started the van. 

“Then, our date awaits.”

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Chaotic As The Seas (1/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: mild swearing

Part Summary: Elizabeth has been taken by Blackbeard. Jack and Will must hurry and find Y/N, she's the only one who can help.

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Jack

So, Blackbeard takes Elizabeth and once again we're playing safe the poor maiden. If I get stuck babysitting Will Turner one more time and being required to save Elizabeth, I might sink myself to the bottom of the ocean. I don't even get compensation or a lover after the end of these charades. I could still work on Elizabeth, though she's pretty mad about Will. Nonetheless, I still have a shot at her.

"How are we supposed to find the Fountain of Youth? It's the stuff of legend!" Will shouts, following me about the Black Pearl.

I sigh, coming to the conclusion I knew would be an inevitability. I just wish it wasn't. “If we’re going to save your precious Elizabeth, there’s someone we have to see. She’s the only one who knows this sort of magic and the only one who’s ever seen the fountain.”

“She?”

“Yes, she. The first part is the hardest, finding where she is." Y/N is never in the same place more than once it feels. "I have a hunch but, she’s not exactly the sort that stays still for long.”

“Is she a witch or something?” Will predicts.

“She prefers Healer.” I correct. "'Witch' is a touchy word in some parts."

“Right...” Will drags out, not believing in any of the folklore, despite the whole Barbosa-ghosty situation.

Will

While Jack redirects the Pearl, keeping a close eye on the compass in hand, I slide over to Mr. Gibbs close by.

“Who’s this we're going to find?” I ask him.

“Y/N,” the man answers in not so quiet of a whisper. 

“How did they meet?”

“We stopped in Ireland once for supplies. That’s where she’s from, Cork, if we’re getting specific. She was running from some soldiers.”

“She’s a pirate too?” I question.

“No, well... only when she’s with Jack. She was running because she was accused to witchcraft!” The answer wide eyed to spook me. “The Irish take that very seriously.”

I shrug. “He’s never mentioned her.” 

“Maybe, but you know that ring that Jack wears around his neck?" He points thin and worn rope hanging from Jack and a gold ring around it. "That’s her’s.”

I gasp. “They were married!"

“Engaged,” Mr. Gibbs corrects. "Many many years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Better question, what didn’t happen.” The man insinuates.

So, to save Elizabeth and find the Fountain of Youth we have to go find a Healer who was also Jack's former lover? And we don't know where she is. Sound simple enough...

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A few weeks later...

Y/N

"Two drops of this and he'll love you," I tell the young girl as I hand her a vile of my herbal mix. "Mix it in with some tea or liquor."

She thanks me profusely and rises from her seat across from me. I pick up my tarot cards, shuffling them decently before I let in the next customer. The tavern's noise breakthrough the velvet curtain that divides my table from the rest of the chaos.

I spin in my chair, reaching for the whiskey I keep by the fireplace behind me. "Who's next!" I shout. I hear the curtain slide back soon after.

“My beautiful rose."

An all too familiar voice purrs behind me. That nickname, that nickname is the very reason I have a branding on my shoulder! Only one person has ever called me that.

“How is it you ended up in Martinque?” The voice asks. 

I whip my head around and am met with a certain pirate from my past. A past I wish to forget. My heart sinks at the mere sight of him. One part of me is over the moon. The other is screaming to run.

“Uh uh! Not happening!” I refuse, rising from my chair.

“Love!” Jack pleads, reaching for me.

“Get away from me, Jack!” I hold up a hand to his face and walk by to enter the rest of the tavern.

He follows after me. “Two seconds of your time!”

“Ha! That’s what you said last time and somehow I ended up in Bermuda for six months!” I laugh, slipping past a group of men that watch us. I assume they're with him. I recognize Mr. Gibbs.

“Don’t act like you didn’t have fun.” He smirks.

I halt, spinning on my heels to face him. He nearly bumps into me.

“We lived in a barn!” I remind.

“You made it a lovely home.” Such a kiss ass.

“You kept me from the sea! All because you had to hide from the East Indian Company and Beckett!” I scoff, turning to continue toward the exit.

“Would you rather I had been arrested?” He smirks. 

“Yes.” I laugh, finally reaching the door. "And that's exactly what happened!"

“Your one true love?” Jack questions cockily.

I halt in the doorway, gripping the frame. I can feel Jack step closer, hovering over me. I glance over my shoulder back at him. He stands mere inches from me. I meet his dark eyes with a hint of sorrow. “Come now, Jack... we both know neither of us believes in that sort of stuff...”

He steps into the doorway, closing the space between us. His hand glides down my bare arm and lands on my waist. “I do... when I think of you...”

I nod as my eyes flicker about his face. He looks the same, just a bit more aged. He's been through a lot these last few years I suspect. My hand rises to his cheek gently.

He leans into my touch as his eyes fall shut. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers.

“That’s your problem. You’re too sentimental.” I snicker, dropping my hand to my side. “Now, what is it you want so bad that you’ve hunted me down?”

Jack's eyes fly open, the sentimental moment gone. “Oh! The... uh... The fountain! Yes! That's it! We need your expertise.”

“Ha! Not happening." I shake my head, stepping out of the tavern onto the street.

“My love, please! Just listen-“

I whip around, causing Jack to nearly run into me. "No! I swore to myself that I’d never go back there and I swore to never tell another soul how to find it! It’s a vile place and fills even the most noble of men with greed!”

“But-”

“It’s too dangerous!” I argue. “If it falls into the wrong hands-”

“I won’t let that happen! You can come with us! It’ll just be you, me, and my crew. Only a few of us will go to shore.”

My eyes narrow. “Why do you need it?”

A young man runs up from behind Jack. “They took Elizabeth believing Jack knew the way! They’ll kill her in 3 days if we don’t take him to the fountain!”

I press my fingers to my temples with a sigh. “Who are you? Who’s he? Who’s Elizabeth?”

“Elizabeth is his fiancé of sorts if you will. ‘He’ meaning our ole friend Blackbeard and this is here Will Turner," Jack explains quickly, patting the boy on the back..

“Blackbeard!” I laugh, looking at Jack with raised brows. "You're in trouble with Eddie?"

Will whispers to Jack. “Eddie?”

“You all are mad!" I determine. "To give the most dangerous pirate in the seas access to everlasting life?”

“Okay, ‘most dangerous’ is a bit excessive,” Jack debates. “We’ll figure out a plan! We just need to get to the island soon!” He reasons.

I cross my arms over my chest. “What’s in it for me?”

“A lovely trip." He glides closer to me. When I don't budge, he offers more. “Ten sterling?”

I shake my head. “Goodbye Jack, I wish I could say it was a pleasure.” I turn to head home.

Jack Sparrow can't help but constantly be in a bind. He's always in some sort of trouble. I can't believe I followed him around the world as long as I did.

“I know where it is!" He shouts.

I pause. That's impossible. He's lying.

He continues. His boots tapping against the brick path toward me slowly. “There are rumors of its location. Some say the Caribbean, others say the far northern islands of the colonies. In a few months time, we could be there.”

I glance over my shoulder. “You’re lying.”

The pirate smirks. “Cross my heart." He stops in front of me. "Show me the way to the fountain and I’ll take you to the northern islands.”

"I can't believe I'm about to do this." I'm reluctant, but if he's telling the truth this may be my only chance. I huff. “I despise you, Jack Sparrow.”

He caresses my cheek with a grin. “You used to love me.”

"We were just kids then..." I mutter.

He nods, his eyes falling to my lips.

We were just stupid, naive kids. Sailing the world together as if we owned it. We didn't work for a reason.

Will

I watch as Jack convinces Y/N to join us. Those two have to be the most chaotic pair I've ever witnessed and I've just met her. Yet, Jack is different with her. Never in a million years would I have guessed Jack has a soft side.

“What’s it?” I ask Mr. Gibbs when he appears beside me.

The man sighs. “Jack never said. Y/N is very secretive, so Jack swore never to tell. All I know is that Y/N wants it more than anything. So much so that she bartered that compass from Tia Dalma."

My jaw drops. "Compass is her's?"

Mr. Gibbs nods. "And Jack has been holding onto it ever since they parted. It was always meant to lead Jack back to her. That's why you see him shake it so much whenever he's searching for something else."

"He's trying to redirect it," I conclude. "Is that how we found her so easily."

He hums. "No matter how hard Jack tries. She'll always be what he wants most. The tough reality for him is that whenever Y/N holds the compass, it always points elsewhere. That's why he's so determined to find whatever it is for her. He's holding onto hope that one day when she holds the compass, it'll point to him."

I nod, understanding as I go. "He loves her more."

"Always has, always will."

I never knew Jack could love someone.

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Jack

I lean against the stairs, waiting for Y/N to emerge from my office. She went through some of Elizabeth's things to find something more sensible to wear. Her skirt and corset wouldn't exactly suffice at sea. It's been years since we're sailed together. It's been years since she was a pirate.

Soon, she emerges, finishing up buckling her belt. Her long (Y/H/C) rests over her shoulders in loose waves. I notice she's wearing my shirt. It's too big and hangs off her shoulders, Elizabeth's leather bodice from Singapore keeping it up. She used to borrow them all the time. I hadn't realized how much I've missed seeing her in my clothes.

“I would’ve helped you change,” I comment as she passes by.

She glares at me. “Oh save it.”

I follow after her. “Have you missed the Pearl?”

“I missed sailing.” She grumbles.

Why must she be like this? So, we ended on bad terms, but that was ages ago! It's not like I cheated, I simply... well... may have left her by accident somewhere BUT IT WAS THE EAST INDIAN COMPANY’S FAULT! It's not my fault I got arrested at a very inopportune time!

I admire as Y/N stops at the railing, staring ahead at the horizon.

I slide up next to her, placing my hand over her's. “The sea can be a real lonesome place...”

Her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes meet mine. I've missed them more than I can confess. Sometimes I dream about them.

“Touch me one more time Jack and you’ll lose that hand.” She remarks.

I lean forward. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. She begins to walk away and I follow suit.

“So! What have you been doing these last few years?”

“Seriously...” she laughs, giving me a knowing look. She rolls her eyes again, marching up the stairs toward the wheel. “I’ve been traveling, collecting materials- crystals- some are hard to come by. You can thank Beckett for that, that short ass-kabob. I’ve also been searching for information of you-know-what. Apparently, I wasn’t looking in the right places.” She stops on the steps, spinning to face me. She towers over me. This is new, usually, it's the other way around. “How did you find it?”

“I didn’t. I’ve heard rumors of its location.” I confess.

“That’s more than I have and I've been searching for it all my life." She frowns. I hate seeing her disappointed. She spins around, strolling onto the top deck. "Hi," she greets Mr. Gibbs with a warm smile. Why is she nice to him but bitter to me?

"Looking mighty fine, Y/N," the man compliments. He earns a glare from me.

“Look at us, working together," I place my arm around her waist. "You guide me to the fountain, save poor William’s girl. Then, I’ll take you to the colonies, give you what you most desire...”

“You speak in riddles. We’re not even certain it’s there.” She shoves my arm off of her and moves to stand by the railing.

Mr. Gibbs gives me a look. Silently begging for me to leave her alone. I can't! I just can't! Now that I have her here again, I have to be near her.

I stand next to her. “Half the fun is the journey. Don’t you miss sailing together? Seeing the world?” I gesture out to the horizon.

“Getting arrested every other week. Always on the run." Her eyes meet mine, still filled with disappointment. "I’m not a pirate, Jack.”

“No, you’re a Healer who fell in love with one," I counter. “We’re opposites if you think about it. You use materials to help or curse people, mainly to make things right. I sail the seas, taking what I can no matter who it hurts.” I place my arm around her again slyly. When she doesn't immediately disappear from me, an ounce of hope weighs down in my chest. “I always knew you were too good for me,” I confess.

Her eyes fall from my eyes to my lips. “Apparently not if I fell in love with you.”

“So you admit it? You love me.” I grin, comprehending how close we are and I debate if I should kiss her.

“I did. Once." She swallows hard.

“And now?”

She directs her attention away, toward the water and steps out of my hold. “I’m waiting for the colonies.”

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[thefanbasewhore]

I feel like no one writes for Hal & your writing is so good 💕 I have to request #64 with him. Hope schools going well!

summary: prompt no. 64 "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

warnings: none

paring: Henry V (Hal) x female reader

a/n: i know! The lack of fics make me sad :( he's strong a strong character!! But thank you so much my love, only three more weeks and I'm on winter break ❤️ Also I am now doing tags for future Hal fics, if you would like to be tagged, here is my tag list, click me!!

Avoiding your husband is no easy task, despite the kingdom constantly need their king and noble men who pester him, he seems to always find a way to squeeze in a few minutes to gaze upon your cheeks, press a quick, meaningful kiss against your swollen lips.

Today was trying then most but you had manage to hide in the small crevices of the halls and many, many rooms that enter from the hallway. It was a small mark, barely a scratch but it cut your lip, down your chin. It's still red, acute with pain but you do your best to avoid it.

It was an accident, actually kind of embarrassing when you ask the nearest guard outside your room to help you out of the metal brush holder that somehow gotten stuck on the lace of your dress. It only took a few pulls to get off but not before it catches your lip and cuts a rather nasty slice against your face.

It was an accident but a husband like Hal is riled so easily, would blame the poor man who had only tried to help you. He would sentence him to death no doubt and that, you couldn't allow that.

Hal is growing frustrated, the staff had try to stay out of his way due to the growing annoyance. He knows he's being ignored, his little wife always so deviant, something he's grown to love but still manages to struggle with.

"Where is my wife?" The king had cut the speech of his Noble men short, he had asked hours ago of his wife whereabouts and for her presence to be prompt.

He clears his throat, folding the scroll under his arm. "Well, sire, the guards were unable to find her."

Those words only made him grow worrisome, without another word he lifts from the throne. It's hard not to miss the annoyance in every steps, the muscles of his jaw tense as he pulls at the annoying strings of his cloak.

The moment you heard the heavy steps you ran Infront of the door, holding it closed with body weight. A hand tries at the knob but it's useless.

"Petal," the voice is soft and gentle across the door, "It's me, let me in."

You try to think of a good excuse, you really do as you bite your lip in thought but quickly mutter the words, "I'm stark!"

The small chuckle from the other side makes your cheeks blaze hot as you press your forehead into the wall with embarrassment. "If you wish to scare me away, that is nor the way. You have been ignoring me, my love. Let me in."

You can do this, just tell him what happened, he won't be so angry if he's told it's an accident. Or so you thought.

The moment the door is opened, all the hopes of that seemed to dissipate. Slender fingers press against each side of your face, gently curling into the plush skin of your cheek as worry fills his brow.

"What is this from?" It look inflicted, he determines, like someone took a sharp object to your face to create harm. He uses his hands to move your head from side to side and address any other injuries. "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

"Hal," you claim softly, he couldn't help but notice the drying blood against the tip of your chin where the ugly scratch puddled under the weight of his finger. It was purely accidental, he has not meant to cause more harm but the small hiss you let out makes him frown. "It was an accident, he didn't mean to do it."

"He?" Henry's brow raise with anger, the next words spoken with clenched teeth, "Who? Tell me, now."

Instead of answer you lean forward, two hands resting on each shoulder to calm his shaking figure. There is no reply to his question, instead you pinch his chin, and press a gentle kiss against his lips despite the small sting that follows afterwards.

The act was meant to calm him but fails miserably as he feels the split of your lip against his own. It's his turn now to apply pressure to your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. "You hid because of this?"

"It was an accident."

The king raises your eyes to meet the cold gaze of his own, "Accident or not, someone will pay for the marks on your face. Tell me, flower. Or I will find someone that will."