#and after how far he went and how his life was going

[cjlouwho]

The Gift of Going Gray

When Tommy looks in the mirror, the man who looks back isn't the same one that used to be there.

Well, technically it is, but it's doesn't feel like it.

The man Tommy sees now is grayer than he used to be. He used to think about dying his hair when he was young, but he never did it. Now, his body is doing it for him.

He's excited to see what he looks like when every strand is silver. He hopes his beard matches.

He's got wrinkles and laughter lines. Marks and ripples and crevices every time he moves his face, which some may look at with hate. He sees it as a happy life well-lived. He hopes he gets more.

The hairs on his chest match his head, but they're far more sporadic. As he rubs lotion over his pecs, skin a little less willing to stay moisturized, he wonders if those hairs will look invisible against him once they've all lost all their pigmentation.

He pumps out a little more lotion and moisturizes his arms. Still big, still muscular, still strong, but they get sore easier now. Need a little extra recovery time between workouts. Can't survive without monthly massages anymore.

His stomach is different. What was once defined abs is now a soft belly, more nourished than it ever was before. He's not trying for abs anymore. Doesn't really feel a need for it. He's healthy, he knows that, and that's what matters.

His hands have little wrinkles. Barely noticeable unless you really look, but he takes the time to really look. They're rough and calloused from years of manual labor, but the newest addition is the most exciting. Barely there ridges that you can run your fingertips over. Veins that are easier to see than they used to be. Skin that's thinner easier to cut.

There's a tan line on his ring finger. Which in and of itself isn't a sign of aging, but it sure as hell feels like it.

He'd never felt more grown, more centered, more sure, than the day he said, “I do.”

That tan line is a part of him now. Will be there, right under his engraved, gold ring, even when he's laid to rest.

If he doesn't stretch first thing in the morning, his back is likely to lock up on him sometime during the day. His knees require Icy Hot mid-shift.

He got his first pair of reading glasses last year. He couldn't believe the difference. Now there are five different pairs of glasses lying around the house, another pair in the truck, and one kept in his locker at work just so he always has them.

Once he's finished with his lotion, he opens the medicine cabinet and grabs a colorful bottle. His doctor recommended he start taking a multi-vitamin. A special one for older men. He's not actually sure it does anything, but he knows it doesn't hurt anything, so he chews the gummy everyday. The strawberry ones are his favorite.

He remembers when he was young, he used to joke his grandma about how she was always cold. She's laugh along, but she told him that one day he'd get it. One day he'd get cold faster too.

He keeps a space heater in the bathroom now when he showers. Pajamas went from sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt to sweatpants and long sleeves. He keeps socks on almost all the time. The ones he wears at home have little rubber grips on the bottom so he doesn't slip up on the tile floor. They're a literal life saver.

While his grandma got jokes over being cold, his grandpa got jokes about having to get up to use the bathroom during the night. When they'd take Tommy on trips over the summer, his grandpa was always saying that he needed the bed closest to the bathroom. Now, Tommy takes the side of the bed closest to the bathroom. Sometimes, he stops drinking water after seven just so he can reduce midnight trips to the bathroom.

Some people think it's ridiculous, how much he enjoys growing old. But he's seen the alternative too many times. At work, sure, but also in life. So many people he knew and loved whose life was cut short before they ever learned what getting older meant.

Growing old was a gift. And Tommy was grateful for it.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

guilty as sin?

summary: eddie and y/n watch a special movie and get up to things.

word count: 3.9k

warnings/notes: smut, watching p*rn, masturbation (m & f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting

a/n: this is a blurb that ties in with my gods & monsters series on ao3! as usual, reader is 18+! also this was supposed to include her touching herself a little longer than i originally planned, but this thing took on a life of its own as soon as i started writing it. i hope you enjoy!

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“are you excited for this, baby?”

y/n was sitting on her parents’ bed, waiting for eddie to get the movie ready. she had never seen it before—something called “porn.” she knew what that was, of course, but she had never seen it. she and eddie had been having sex for a month, and he had suggested it to her one night as they lay together. she was open to it, even if she was a little bit nervous about it. she watched as eddie tinkered with the vcr, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed as she swung them. 

“a little,” she answered, sitting back on her elbows. “is it going to work?”

“yeah, it should,” he said. “this tape sometimes likes to be eaten, which I find ironic, considering..”

she giggled, couldn't help it. “oh yeah? is there a lot of that in it?”

“a fair amount,” he said. “it has your favorite.”

“which one?” she asked. “I have a lot of favorites.”

“eating out after being creampied,” eddie said, hitting play. “i think it’s going to work, baby. let’s lie back and watch it.”

she lay back with him, falling into his arms. she snuggled against him, watching as the movie began with a disclaimer. she looked up at eddie, who was looking down at her with a grin. she leaned up and kissed him, and he returned the kiss feverishly. she whimpered against his lips, biting at his lower lip as he growled into the kiss. she chuckled and kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. he drew back after a moment, his grin widening as he stroked her cheek.

“save it,” he said. “i want to see how you act when we start the movie.”

“is it gonna start yet?” she asked. “I didn’t think these kinds of movies had this many credits.”

“yeah, it’s about to start now,” eddie said. “see?”

she started watching the movie, snuggled up against eddie. the movie started off like any normal movie would. a woman answered the door in lingerie, greeting the repairman as he ogled her. y/n rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of it, but kept watching. the woman led the man in to where the hot water tank was, showing him the problem and leaving him to fix it. as he was doing so, the woman went into her bedroom, laid back on the bed, and started touching herself as she moaned loudly and in exaggeration. y/n wasn’t fazed yet, but kept watching. eddie was looking at her for a reaction, and she smiled at him as she kissed him again.

“what do you think so far?” he asked.

“i think this is really weird so far,” she said. “people enjoy this?”

he chuckled. “yeah, but it gets better. you should keep watching.”

she did, watching as the man came to find the woman. the woman was still touching herself and moaning, and the man found her and dropped his toolbox. y/n giggled and kept watching, the man walking into the room and watching the woman on the bed. the woman opened her legs wider for invitation and the camera did a close up of her pussy. y/n looked away then, blushing and shy. eddie chuckled, kissing her hair and drawing her tighter against him. she kept watching; it was like a trainwreck she couldn’t look away from. 

“it’s about to get good, baby,” eddie said, squeezing her tighter. “just watch.”

“I hope so,” she said. “i'm bored so far.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you really don’t have much patience, do you?”

“hmm, no,” she said. “is the good stuff about to happen?”

“yep,” he said. “watch.”

she kept watching, and eddie had been right. soon the man was eating her out, messily and noisily over the music. y/n watched, fascinated, as he worked, her eyes big and her mouth hanging open. eddie saw her awestruck expression and laughed, kissing her deeply as she pressed her body against his. she tangled her fingers in his hair, lifting one of her legs over his hip and grinding against him slightly. eddie moaned low in his throat, his hand coming down to squeeze her ass. she whined, pushing herself against him more urgently before he drew back to look down at her. 

“fuck,” he said. “already getting desperate, huh?”

“just because it’s you,” she said. “i’m always desperate for you.”

“so i see,” he teased, poking her nose. “i think it’s adorable.”

“let’s keep watching,” she said. “i wanna see what happens next.”

the man kept eating the woman out, y/n watching as eddie kissed her neck. she giggled, still watching the movie as eddie’s hand came up her shirt. she swatted it at away and he did it again, squeezing her breast and playfully biting at her neck. she let him that time, knowing that it was a losing battle, anyway. she turned to kiss him as the woman’s moans grew louder, and he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth. she gasped, pulling at his hair before she allowed him to take her shirt off. he kissed her breasts over her bra, exploring with his mouth and hands. she mewled, pressing her body against his and tugging at his hair as he, too, moaned. 

“you’re the eager one now,” she said, giggling. “you’re all eager for me.”

“I always am,” he said, smirking. “just like you are for me.”

“I can’t help it with you,” she said. “you’re just so hot.”

“you’re the hottest woman in the world, baby,” he said, tracing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. “can i take your clothes off? i have an idea.”

“what’s your idea?” she asked.

“i want you to touch yourself for me,” he said. “while you watch the movie.”

she blushed. “oh…”

“do you want to?” he asked.

“mmm hmm,” she said. “even though i’m a little nervous.”

“it’s okay,” he said. “i can talk you through it, if you want me to.”

“okay,” she said, standing up to take her clothes off. she laid next to him fully naked, her cheeks hot. “i’m here now.” 

“good girl,” eddie said, smirking as he studied her nude body. “you’re so beautiful.”

her cheeks heated more, and a giggle passed her lips. “you think so?”

“I know so,” he said, taking her hand and guiding it between her legs. “be a good girl for me now.”

she started slowly running her fingers through her folds, a whine passing her lips. she watched the movie for a moment, but it wasn’t doing much for her anymore. the man went from eating her out to fucking her, but it seemed so fake that it was almost laughable. she turned her attention from the movie back to eddie, who was watching her with hungry eyes. she giggled and kept going, her fingers massaging as eddie licked his lips. 

“I wish you would touch me, too,” she said.

“I will later,” he said. “for now, I just wanna watch you do it. rub your clit for me.”

she kept going, swirling her fingers through her folds as she felt herself getting more wet. she moaned as she rubbed her clit, looking over at eddie to see what he was doing. he had pulled his cock out and was jerking himself off, his mouth slack as his fist moved slowly over his erection. she looked back at the movie and saw the man still fucking the woman, absolutely drilling her as she moaned exaggeratedly. y/n had to suppress an eye roll; it was so over the top that it was almost laughable. she didn’t want to hurt eddie’s feelings, though, so she kept herself under control. 

“just like that,” he said, groaning as he kept going. “that’s my good fucking girl.”

“it feels so good,” she gasped. “but I want you to touch me now.”

“not yet,” he said. “soon, though, I promise. finger yourself for me.”

she did so, inserting two fingers inside of herself as she moaned. her back arched and she pushed them deeper, down to the last knuckle. eddie watched her, the movie forgotten by both of them as they watched each other work. she moaned as she fucked herself, her fingers working quickly as her thumb swiped at her clit. eddie kept watching her, his gaze never wavering as he stroked his cock. he didn’t speed up, but instead kept a steady pace that was more in tune with her own movements. 

“please,” she begged. “I want you to touch me.”

“oh yeah?” he asked, smirking. “you can’t stand it any longer, can you?”

“no,” she said. “please..”

he took her hand and guided it, pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy as he rubbed her clit. she whined, allowing him to do it as he leaned down to suck on one of her nipples. she moaned, fingering herself deeper as her stomach began to tighten. she grabbed his hair and pulled, arching her back as he moaned against her skin. his free hand kept stroking his cock, his movements getting faster as her orgasm approached. 

“i’m getting so close,” she warned, bucking her hips to meet her own touch. “i want to cum on your tongue.”

“oh?” he asked, smirking. “that’s what you want, huh?”

“yes it is,” she said. “please.”

“well…since you asked so nicely…” he said, withdrawing his hand from her and from himself and kneeling in front of her. “i guess we’ll have to do it then, won’t we?”

“please yes,” she begged. “please, i don’t like begging so much.”

“poor thing,” eddie said, kissing her inner thighs. “you poor thing.”

“don’t tease me,” she said. “you’ve done enough of that already.”

“why not?” he asked, smirking at her. “i think it’s fun to watch you squirm.”

“because i just want you to do it already!” she said with a roll of her eyes. “it’s been too long!”

“okay, okay,” he said, licking a stripe up her pussy and moaning. “fuck, you taste so good. so sweet.”

she mewled, and eddie dove in. he ate her out feverishly, as if he were a man starving. she grabbed hold of his hair, her thighs already quivering as he worked on her. he looked up at her over her mound, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he pushed his tongue inside of her. she moaned, bucking her hips slightly as he smirked against her. she wanted to slap his head for that, but she was too engrossed in what he was doing to give it much more thought. he gripped her thighs tightly, as if he were a man drowning and was clinging to his only salvation, and she welcomed the thought of the bruises it might leave behind. she did love being marked up by him, after all, and he was doing a good job of that tonight.

“your parents would be so pissed if they could see us right now,” eddie said. “especially your dad.”

“fuck him,” she said. “i don’t care what he thinks about us.”

“neither do i,” he said, sucking on her clit for a moment as she gasped. “was that good?”

“mmm hmm,” she hummed, tugging at his hair as he pushed two fingers inside of her. “please keep going.”

“i really need to fuck you soon,” he said, chuckling against her as he sucked on her clit again. “i’m about to burst.”

“come here, then,” she said. “fuck me.”

“yeah?” he asked, smiling at her. his face glistened with her juices, and he didn’t make any effort to wipe it away. “you don’t wanna cum on my tongue first?”

“hmm, okay,” she said. “i am pretty close.”

“okay, baby,” he said, diving back in. “i’ll give you what you want.”

it didn’t take much longer. a few more sucks of her clit and fucking her on his fingers and she was letting go, crying out his name and cumming all over his face. he smiled, sitting back and watching as she experienced her high. when she came down from it, he kissed his way up her body and sucked on each breast before smashing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. she whined, kissing him back and tasting herself on his lips & tongue. he kissed her deeply, lining himself up with her pussy and slapping his dick against it. she giggled, pushing her hips forward in invitation. he sought her consent with a look and she nodded, giving him permission. he slid inside of her with ease and she moaned, clinging to his back as he moaned low in her ear.

“christ, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed. “you’re so goddamn wet.”

“all for you,” she said. “just for you.”

“yeah?” he asked. “just for me, huh? no one else?”

“nope, no one else,” she said. “please fuck me now.”

“how do you want it?” he asked, giving one shallow, slow thrust as he looked down at her. “fast and hard or slow and soft?”

“fast and hard, please,” she said, clinging to his back and looking into his eyes. “i want you to be rough like they’re being in the movie.”

indeed they were. in the movie, the man had taken to fucking the woman from behind as hard and as fast as was humanly possible. y/n didn’t think it WAS possible; he was going almost like a jackhammer. she wondered if they used special effects even in those kind of movies, and found that she didn’t much care one way or another. she was focused on her own pleasure right now, not some imaginary, fake pleasure in the movie. the woman was moaning and yelling on the tv and y/n had to suppress another eye roll at how fake it all sounded. surely she didn’t sound like that, did she?

“eddie,” she said, moaning as he pushed himself even deeper inside of her. “do i sound like that woman?”

“hm?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the tv before shaking his head. “no, baby, you don’t. your moans are so much hotter because yours are actually real.”

“really?” she asked, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him in as deeply as he could go. “maybe you should start fucking me then so you can hear them.”

“wow,” he said, starting to thrust as he smirked down at her. “i’m impressed, y/n. you went from this good catholic girl to my own personal porn star. when the hell did that happen?”

she giggled, digging her heels into his ass. “it happened as soon as you started fucking me. i was really missing out, but i honestly never wanted to do it with anyone until you came along. the thought of it kinda grossed me out before.”

“oh yeah?” eddie asked, groaning as he began to pick up the pace a little. “all those good catholic boys and steve turned your stomach, huh?”

“well, steve was okay, i guess,” she said. “but the other ones were all gross and i think they were secretly doing it behind their parents’ backs.”

“just like you’re doing now, huh?” he teased, leaning down to kiss her neck. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“i’m gonna get really funny if you don’t shut up and fuck me,” she said.

“so bossy,” he said, leaving a mark on her neck and laughing. “oops, you might have to wear a scarf for a little bit.”

“i don’t care,” she said. “please.”

“alright,” he said, looking down at her again as he began to move faster.

she gasped as he began to ram directly against her sweet spot, her eyes rolling back for a moment as she clung to him tightly. he moaned in her ear as he thrust deeply, making sure to rail her with every thrust inward. he kissed her sloppily, their tongues meeting before their lips, their moans lost in each other’s mouths as she dug her nails slightly into his back. he groaned at the contact, drawing back to look down at her as his movements increased. she could feel her stomach tightening already, and she opened her mouth to tell him she was close. before she could tell him, though, she was cumming hard, her nails scratching hard down his back as he moaned deep in his throat. she soaked the bed below them, her mouth agape as her head was thrown back. eddie was kissing her neck again, dipping low to get what he could reach of her chest, smiling against her skin as he did so.

“that’s my good girl,” he said. “there she is.”

“don’t stop,” she begged. “please don’t stop.”

“i wasn’t planning on it anytime soon, baby,” he said, kissing her gently on the lips. “i’m gonna make you cum again.”

“are you?” she asked.

“yes i am,” he said. “i’m going to make you scream this time. louder than that woman on tv.”

she had largely forgotten the movie until then, and she looked over his shoulder to see what was happening. it seemed as if it were pretty much over; the man was slowing down and the woman had quieted some. she focused her attention back to eddie, smiling up at him as she pulled him down for another kiss. he kept going, and she whined as he pushed against her sensitive sweet spot, but it still felt so good. she felt dizzy, exhilarated, and as if she were on top of the world. she clenched around him once, twice, and felt him twitch inside of her. that was a bad idea, then; she didn’t want him cumming too soon, after all. she ran her hands down his back to soothe the scratches she left, and was surprised to see that his back was sticky. she drew her hands back and saw a little blood on them, and she looked up at him in alarm. he chuckled, shaking his head as he kissed over her face.

“nah, it’s okay,” he said. “i like it.”

“but doesn’t it hurt?” she asked. “i would think that it would hurt.”

“not really,” he said. “i think it feels good.”

“oh,” she said, her own skin slick with sweat as his, too, became wet. “are you getting close?”

“yep, i’m getting there,” he said, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. “how about you?”

“i think so,” she said. “i want you to cum inside of me.”

“you do?” he asked. “usually you don’t want that.”

“i do now,” she said. “please, i don’t care. it’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” he asked, his hair hanging down as he gazed at her. “i don’t want you to get pregnant.”

“i’m fine right now,” she said. “i promise. i’d tell you to use a condom if i wasn’t.”

“are you going to go get on birth control like you said?” he asked.

“yep,” she said. “i made the appointment for next week.”

“good girl,” he said, moaning as he kept going. “fuck, i don’t know how much longer i can hold off.” 

“me either,” she said, gasping loudly as he rubbed her clit again. “fuck, this feels so good!”

“yeah?” he asked, smirking. “i’m glad you think so, baby.”

“i really do!” she said, clenching around him again. “you’re so big.”

“and you’re so fucking wet,” he said. “the wettest pussy in the whole world and it’s all mine.”

“all yours,” she echoed, her mouth agape as he started absolutely pounding her. “eddie!”

“let go,” he said, rubbing her clit harder and faster. “go on, baby.”

she didn’t need to be told twice. a few minutes later she came hard again, squirting all over eddie and the bed, her eyes rolled back as she screamed his name. she scratched him hard again, more blood being drawn as he growled in her ear. her own orgasm was followed by his own not even a minute later, and he came deep inside of her with a moan of her name. he rocked his hips to a stop, pulling out of her and collapsing next to her on the bed. he reached for his cigarettes, lighting one and offering her a drag. she took it, giggling at the thought of her parents smelling cigarette smoke in their bedroom. she would air it out as best as she could before they got back, but it was still hilarious to her that her dad might blow his top over it. normally that would have bothered her, but not now. the movie had ended, she and eddie were content, and that’s all that mattered to her.

“i love you,” he said, holding her with one arm as he used the other to smoke. “i love you so much.”

“i love you, too,” she said, snuggling up to him and kissing over his tattoos on his chest. “i really love you so much.”

“i’m so glad that you do,” he said, taking a long drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke. “you’re everything to me, y/n. everything and so much more.”

“i think you’re the best,” she said. “i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.”

“and i couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend,” he said, kissing her hair. “i truly mean that.”

she giggled, kissing his tattoos again as she looked up at him. “i kinda wish we could go again.”

he laughed as well, shaking his head as he kissed her sweetly. “give me about an hour and maybe we’ll talk. i could use a shower, though.”

“me too,” she said. “maybe we could take one after you smoke your cigarette.”

“yeah, we should,” he said, trailing his fingers down her back. “y/n?”

“yeah?”

“your dad is going to kill me for this.”

“i’ll make sure he doesn’t.”

“you don’t mind that i’m doing it?”

“no.”

“good.”

they lay in silence for a little bit, until eddie stamped out his cigarette and got up. he held his hand out for her and she took it, walking to her parents’ bathroom and starting the shower. before they stepped in, she was silent, looking down at the floor as eddie looked at her in concern. 

“what is it?” he asked. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” she said, looking up at him with a smile. “i was just thinking.”

“uh oh, that’s dangerous,” he teased.

she rolled her eyes. “never mind.”

“no, tell me,” he said. “i’m sorry.”

“i was thinking about how i’d like to watch more movies like that,” she said. “i had fun tonight.”

“oh yeah?” eddie asked. “well, i’ve got more. maybe we can watch another one tomorrow.”

“i’d like that,” she said, pulling him toward the shower. “come on, let’s get in.” 

[kisssukuna33]

HusbandSukuna! Who's never been the one to understand today's relationships. 50/50? No, his woman will never touch a single bill with her delicate fingers as long as he's alive and well.

HusbandSukuna! Who never understood the whole "giving your relationship time before proposing" thing. You aren't a real man if you drag out your relationship and take what you have for granted, Atleast that must have been what he was thinking when he put a big rock on your finger after dating for only 7 months.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes his role as your fiancé VERY seriously. He asked you to move in with him just right after he proposed. He does everything in he can to make sure you feel comfortable in his house. He even went as far to renovate half of the house to your liking despite your much protesting that it's not needed.

HusbandSukuna! Who checks everyday to see if you are wearing the ring he put on you. it almost become a habbit for him to kiss the ring in your finger every single morning. Not just in the morning, whenever you two hangout in the public he intentionally kisses it to give other people the signal that his girl is strictly taken.

HusbandSukuna! Who wants to get married as soon as possible but he respect your time and choices. He doesn't want you to get overwhelmed by this at all, so he waits patiently ( had to restraint himself from asking like 5 times)

HusbandSukuna! Who gets so freaking happy when you finally confront him about being ready for marriage. The moment those words slip from your mouth his hands instantly go to your waist to pull you closer, closer till your foreheads are touching, He places a warm kiss on your temple and the next thing you hear makes your heart warm and fuzzy.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I promise to be the best husband and I swear on my life I will take care of you and protect you till I die, I love you"

HusbandSukuna! Who jumps straight into the wedding planning. He hears from his married friends how stressful wedding planning was to them and he determines to not make you experience any bit of the stress, He tries everything in his power to make things go smooth as possible.

HusbandSukuna! Who breakdown in tears the moment he saw you walking the aisle to everyone's shock. The grumpy tatted 6'4 scary big guy who has given them nothing but attitude crying over seeing the love of his life walking down aisle? Who would have thought.

HusbandSukuna! Who immediately intertwine your fingers with his as he looks into your eyes like he sees nothing but the whole world in them and wait no minute to whisper "The prettiest, mine"

HusbandSukuna! who finally breaks free from his staring as the wedding officiant clears his throat to let him know that there's a whole wedding left to finish.

Everyone expect him to do a short vow and get done with it. Sukuna isn't known as the most expressive guy after all, but to everyone's surprise the vow lasted whole 15 minutes!! It was filled with nothing but love and appreciation for you and the little grin plastered in his mouth at the end of the vow makes it obvious how proud he was of himself ( I mean practicing this costed him a years worth friend too, after he suggested Sukuna to add some dirty degrading sex joke about you in the vows he ended up punching the guy as a result, so hell yeah he's proud of this!)

HusbandSukuna! Who keeps the honeymoon destination as a surprise till last minute, and your heart fills with joy as you realize he took you back to the beach you two first met, a place special to you both.

He booked the hotel room with the best view to the beach as expected.

HusbandSukuna! Who's heart feel warm all of a sudden, it's only a year ago he believed himself to be someone who's unable to be loved. Oh how much have changed since then.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes your hand and drags you to the balcony for a dance.

The smell of the beach, evening lightening, sounds of the ocean..All adds to the atmosphere as you two get lost in yourselves.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes a glance at the beach and sees a young family, not much older than both of you playing in the sand with their little girl.

HusbandSukuna! Who has a small smile tugged at his lips as he mentally promises to himself that he will return here again after you two finally complete your own little family.

No grammar checks, forgive me I'm too lazy

What do we think about part 2?

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Jello Incident

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You come home from work and tell Quinn all about the jello incident at school and then fall asleep on him.

Notes: For the sake of my American audience I have changed Jelly to Jello...um, life imitates art or something like that?

Honestly this is a silly little fluffy fic because sometimes life throws you events that inspire you and sometimes (all the time) you just want to write cute shit.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

The only thing you want as you trail in from a long day of teaching is to take your shoes off and curl up on the couch next to your boyfriend. It's why you're so quick to drop your bag at the front door, very little consideration for the work laptop inside or your water bottle that gives a loud clank. You're practically kicking your shoes off half way down the hallway, one kicked off so hard it goes flying and hits the wall beside Quinn's stupid painting of a monkey with headphones on, before making your way to the couch where Quinn is watching a hockey game, what looks to be a rerun of his most recent game actually. Probably trying to figure out what went wrong and what went right.

"Hey, baby," He greets you as you press a kiss to the top of his hair on your way past the back of the couch, smiling at the familiar gesture, arms already open and ready for you to join him, the game far less interesting than you and your day. Especially after the third run through of it. He's watched it so many times he's not even sure he's comprehending what's happening anymore.

"Hi..." you sigh out, flopping down on top of Quinn on the couch, face pressing into the crook of his neck as his arms come to wrap around you, running over your back in soothing motions.

"Rough day?" He huffs out a laugh as you almost crush him into the couch, not that he'd ever complain about having you on top of him. An ideal way to die to be honest, being smothered by his girlfriend. At least he'd die happy.

"Nggghh," You groan out into his neck, wondering how on earth you were going to explain your day because, "There was a jello incident..." You lift your head to look at him and Quinn's look of confusion, one brow raised, green eyes a little wide says it all. It's how you felt at walking in to the situation itself. Baffled. How does one even begin to explain a jello incident, how on earth did you even get involved in a jello incident when you taught teenagers not toddlers...

"A...a jello incident?"

"Yeah...." You press your cheek against his chest, settling in to recount your day, "There was a sub next door and...I heard him screaming at the kids, so obviously I decided to go make sure everything was okay..." A stupid decision really...you should have remembered the age old adage of 'not my circus, not my monkeys' it would have saved you a ridiculous amount of stress.

"And jello factors into this how?" Quinn twists one of his legs with yours, locking you closer against him as his fingers start to scratch over your scalp in a soothing pattern.

"Would you believe me if I told you the grade 7s had decided to throw pots of jello at each other in Religious Studies? And some of it hit the sub...and I had to take 3 kids into my room as punishment and..." You can't help the way you snort and the thought of it because...fuck, it's ridiculous.

"And?"

"And one of them was sat there with jello on his shoulder the entire time!" You can still picture it, a 12 year old sat with bright pink jello blobs wobbling on his shoulder and cheek because he hadn't bothered to clear it up, proof of his guilt physically on him.

"And you didn't laugh?"

"No, I didn't laugh!" You laugh along with Quinn, mouth pressed into his hoodie while you look up at him from where you're lying on his chest. His own laugh has you bouncing slightly as his chest rises and falls and it doesn't help you to try to take the situation seriously.

"I'd have laughed, baby, sorry."

"That's why you're not a teacher, Quinn..." You roll your eyes even though you know he'd actually make an excellent teacher if he ever decided hockey wasn't for him anymore. He had the patience for it, the calm temperament and steadfast approach.

"Hey! I'd be a great teacher...maybe..."

"Keep telling yourself that." You sigh out, letting the silence fall over the two of you, just enjoying the sound of his heart beating steadily beneath your ear, the feel of his fingers running through your hair, trimmed nails scraping across your scalp and the back of your neck.

You hum as your eyes start to close, feeling like you might fall asleep right there like that with Quinn's warmth against you, the sound of a hockey game playing in the background, Shortie singing Quinn's praises again.

"You wanna watch a movie and cuddle?" He mumbles into your hair, snuggling you closer to him as he reaches for the remote.

"I might fall asleep, the jello incident has me wiped.." your eyes are barely open, feeling like you might drop off at any moment. Not helped by how warm Quinn is, how utterly comfortable it is to lie on him like this.

"That's okay, baby, you can fall asleep on me. I don't mind." He huffs out a laugh, watching the way your eyes blink open as if you're shocking yourself awake every few seconds. You're adorable as you try your best to refuse to nod off, determined to stay awake for Quinn.

"You sure?" You lift your head again with some effort, taking in the soft smile Quinn sends your way, the genuine affection in his eyes.

"Certain, baby..." You plop your head back down on his chest at the reassurance, snuggling closer and letting your eyes close properly this time, "Dune Part 1?"

"Dune Part 1." You mumble even though you both know you're going to be asleep in less than half an hour.

If he's being honest there are few things Quinn likes more than you falling asleep on him or around him. There's something about it, the complete display of trust and comfort, that you're so comfortable around him that you can just fall straight asleep, that fills him with a sense of masculine pride. It's what has him reaching for the blanket on the back of the couch, pulling it over your back so you don't get cold. It's what has him slipping his hand under your shirt, tracing small circles into the warmth of your skin, the sort of circles that always help you drift off. It's what has him keeping the volume of the movie low because he's not really watching it anyway, he's watching you.

He spends most of the movie just watching the way you breathe against him, slow and even, so deeply asleep that you start to drool a little on him. He knows you'd hate him to see that, but he finds it adorable, a compliment really that you can sleep that deeply around him.

Every now and then you shuffle and twist in your sleep, strands of hair falling into your face and each time he pushes them out of the way, tucking them behind your ears so that they don't annoy you in your sleep.

He wants this, he thinks, for the rest of his life. You coming home from a mad day of teaching, some ridiculous story on your lips, him holding you close while you drift off, being the comfort, the safety you deserve at the end of a long day. Maybe eventually a couple of kids, tucked in besides you, him shushing them so that mommy doesn't wake up. Maybe a dog, or a cat, you always said you wanted a cat...

Yeah, he thinks this might be the sort of normal that he wants for the rest of his life.

[strawberrynightmere]

Go Away! [Yandere Gojo Satoru x Female Reader]

TW⚠️: yandere tendencies, delusional Gojo, mentioned negligence & cheating, ex-boyfriend Gojo, Gojo is his own warning, reader is so done, angry reader, reader swears a lot, smut/nsft/nsfw/18+, non-con/dub-con, Gojo has a rough tongue specially for this fic, my writingn, etc.

A/n: Read too much on gojo smut tag.

"Babe!"

*Slam!*

"Nope." You say, slaming the door in your ex-boyfriends face and locking it for safety measures. You didn't want to deal with him after everything he put you through. Honestly, who would?

Gojo Satoru is a menace, and the fact that he thinks he can just worm his way back into your life after he ignored and cheated on you through your relationship is purely laughable.

As you were about to walk away, the door disintegrated to your absolute horror.

"Oh FUCK!!!"

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"Babe, get down from there. You're gonna get hurt." Gojo said lightheartedly, but you pocked him back with the handle of a broom.

You were on top of a closet, trying to find him off with a broom. "Stand back, you sick son of a bitch!" He just laughs it off, like it was some joke.

So far, you have called several people to get the bastard out of your home, but no one was picking up. You just got voice mails.

How convenient for everyone to be busy in the same night. He probably planned this or something.

Gojo grabbed the handle of the broom and crushed it with no effort.

"You b-" You don't get to finish your sentence when you see Gojo is on eye-level with you.

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Now you were on your bed, shirt, and bra lifted over your breasts, and with both hands, you were pulling on Gojos hair, trying to pull him away from mercilessly lapping your pussy.

"Alright! First- you never did this for me before- ha! Don't want it!" You say right through gritted teeth as the rough texture of his tongue makes you squirt on his face for the umpteenth time.

"Second! Haah- I dumped your cheating-ass. Oh-! I'm over you!"

Gojo abruptly stops licking you and lifts his head up, his blue, glowing eyes staring intensely into yours, making you back away for a bit.

"You're hilarious, babe. But I don't wanna hear jokes right now." As he said that, Gojo undid his pants, freeing his leaky member.

Rubbing his member against your folds, coating them in his precum, and then slowly slipping into your entrance and started to thrust.

You groan, back arching as you try to push yourself away from him. Yet, Gojo held you down by your hips as he sucked and licked on one nipple and pinched and twisted the other.

You grabbed him by the hair again.

"Stop that!" You said. He didn't listen, just switched up.

"I'm serious, Gojo!"

"And what?" He was calling your bluff.

"I-I..."

You didn't get to answer once his thrusts were starting to pick up. Eyes roll to the back of your head, and the know in your stomack was tightening.

Once he delivered his finishing thrust, everything went white.

When you came down from your high, you see Gojo cuddled up to you.

"When I wake up, I want my door repaired and you out of my house."

"Mhm..." He wasn't listening. Heard you loud and clear, but wasn't gonna listen.

A/n: Not as smutty as I thought it would be.

[storiesoflilies]

the devil waits on the shore

synopsis: she was born with the mark of the devil of the sea on her wrist. everyone knew that he would come for her one day. she should be afraid… shouldn’t she? w.c: 1.6k.

pairing: pirate!toji fushiguro x f!reader

warnings: implied drug use. nothing major, really.

series masterlist / ao3

ACT 2

the town was decaying slowly.

she wished it would just decay all at once, but it wouldn’t. it was nothing but stubborn. all whale grease and fish bones that slowly, achingly, surrendered themselves one by one to the sea. its houses sagged and swelled under the weight of the sea air, as if they too wanted to be swallowed up. and the acrid smell of brine never lifted, lingering like a fog of death.

she stayed because there was nowhere else to go – not while toji fushiguro hunted the seas.

the whole world was at a standstill for the devil of the sea.

too afraid to move.

too afraid to dream.

that was what her parents told her. it was what the whole town whispered underneath their breath, cursing their lot in life the moment they woke to face another day.

so, there was nothing much else to do except watch the world trudge on through the oil and sea and scum.

and so she watched.

she would sit atop a cracked oil barrel at the docks, her bandaged hand resting on her lap like a chain, and take in the faces of the sailors and pirates and their ships. they had the air of those who weren’t bound to this place. there was something slow in their gait, she noticed, like the sluggish lull of a tide lapping against the shoreline. it was because they were caught between someplace between ambition and survival, hesitating for far too long on their decision to stay or go. but the hungry promise of a fleeting life of adventure was far stronger than the bleak endlessness of simply existing in a place like this.

so, in the end, like most, they chose to leave.

but some lingered just long enough to notice her.

curiosity would spark in their faces, their skin weathered and worn by the sun, as they took in the sight of a lone girl perched on the edge of an oil barrel. she looked half-drowned and lost all at once, staring at everything around her with little thought behind her eyes. a flicker of interest would ignite in their bellies, and for a moment, they looked like they were about to approach her. perhaps they wanted to help light a fire in her eyes, or to indulge in a fleeting moment of a blazing rush of desire. because maybe, just maybe, she sat here day after day because they were the bright red apple of her eye.

until a fellow crew-mate, older and wiser than them, sharply hit their shoulder in warning. they’d point to her hand wrapped in bandages, and a mild disgust embedded in their frown.

and just like that, whatever interest they had fizzled into something full of pity.

because they knew.

they all knew.

she was the girl destined to be claimed by the devil of the sea.

and there was no point in trying to love a doomed soul, was there?

(no,

they know that you are mine to keep.)

it was then that she realized, for the first time really, just how much her devil was not just a figure in her story.

toji fushiguro was in everything.

a deep rot that had taken root, sinking his teeth and knives into anyone who dared to hope. he was festering in her mother’s steadily unraveling mind, cutting her strings apart. he lived in the hollow ache of her father’s aging joints and bones, and in the ragged coughs the sailors hacked as they smoked their cigars and pipes. even in the strange milk the priest kept drinking behind the church when he thought he was alone – something forbidden, most certainly unholy.

it made his eyes droop and turn bloody, made him slur his words between his lying lips.

(and,

i am in you, of course.)

and so the years went by.

she stood at the top of a sand dune, the salt-tinged wind lashing at her cheeks and stinging her skin as the moon sighed, trying to soothe her from the disorienting dizziness she felt. this happened often now. she would fall asleep and then wake in a haze by the sea. she had no memory of how she got there, but knew that it was something in her dreams that called her there.

it was also something in the air. something barely even there, an eeriness like a spider sneaking across its web.

it was the sound of his breath.

she knew it was.

it was the constant push and pull of the tides that gave it away. a harsh exhale of choking foam, followed by a ragged inhale of coarse sand. if she breathed along with its rhythm, she would be breathing as he did.

oddly, it made her sad.

it did not seem like toji fushiguro breathed easily.

the sea gushed before her, a spray of water begging her to come just that little bit closer.

(touch me,

let me feel you, my love.)

she couldn’t.

not yet.

the whispers of the sea had also grown stronger with time too. it begged her to go to the shore and touch the waves, or to climb the cliffs to feel the sting of its salt on her cheeks and hear the cries of screaming gulls. anything to beckon her closer to it, to him. when she was seventeen, after too many nights where she almost touched the seawater, parents began barring the door shut at night with a wooden plank to stop her from walking away in her sleep. it was a sturdy, heavy thing that her father struggled to lift night after night.

“he’s getting closer,” her mother muttered through teeth-bitten nails, rocking back and forth on her chair. “in the night.”

her father only shook his head in the way a man wallowing in self pity would, his hands still trembling from the effort of lifting the plank. it was something that made the air taste sour, worse than the smell of the spilled milk embedded into grooves of the table she sat at everyday. this was his lot in life – her, her mother, and this shabby, rotting town. whatever dreams he had once, and she knew that he had them, had abandoned him the day she was born, carried off in the wind blowing through the sails of the pirates who left the dock.

“in the night, in the night.”

she felt sorry for him, really.

the darkness of dusk stretched long and far, broken only by a pathetically sparking fire and single candlestick, weeping wax dripping in a steady stream down onto the table. and it was silent, save for the hammering raindrops beating against the window and roof like it was impatient to break through the fragile boundaries of her home. her father would stare into the fire, stoking it occasionally, probably pretending he was lost at sea. her mother babbled incoherently, spitting into her hands as she spoke to god standing just outside the window.

god must be soaked to the bone, she imagined, all chattering teeth and stuttering prayers in a storm that seemed it would never go away.

she would sit there placidly, breathing in the stale, cold air, tracing the mark on her wrist and wondering about toji fushiguro. she imagined what he looked like, but then again, she didn’t need to. she already knew him. he was rougher than stone, hotter than fire, a storm that would bash and thrash and break anything he wanted. she couldn’t imagine what his voice sounded like, but only that she knew it somewhere deep inside herself.

it was a thing familiar and impossible.

“he’s in the night!”

her mother’s calloused palms, slick with spit, were on her bare wrist before she could react.

a scream stilled in her throat.

her mother was looking at her like she could see the bloody hearts in her dreams, hear the call of the song of the sea and its master. perhaps she could see, maybe even hear it after all. a mother’s bond to their child transcends reason, and who knew if there was actually some measure of reality to be had in all this maddness?

but all she could think of was how long it had been since anyone had touched her skin.

and how much she craved it.

a little part of her understood the priest.

“i know a way,” her mother said suddenly, her voice full of clarity like the sun parting through the clouds. “i know a way to get rid of this devil.”

both her and her father were taken aback.

a sharp gust of wind rattled the doorframe from outside.

(you will not.

she is mine, and i am hers.)

the voice was not her mother’s.

it wasn’t her father’s, either.

it was something older and bigger than any of them. a vast thing with the weight of history and the tides and the eroding shorelines.

toji fushiguro’s voice rumbled through her like thunder, slipping into the front of her mind where it had always belonged. it curled beneath her skin, a pressing touch settling between the flesh of her ribs, and oh god, she knew it like it was her own. she didn’t think her mother heard it, or maybe she didn’t care.

to be mad was to be unyielding in your resolve.

her father tugged on her mother, firmly trying to pry her away from her child, but she violently shrugged him off.

“mother, stop!” she wailed, back against her chair as her heels scraped against the floor. “you’ll be cursed.”

her mother only smiled.

but it was not reassuring, there was no warmth or love behind it.

“hah! don’t fear, my little girl,” her mother said, pulling her closer, but all she could feel was sheer terror. “the witches are coming.”

(then,

die.)

the wind screamed again.

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[darling2411]

Her Shadow

Jason Todd x reader

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You were confused. It's been nearly a week since you last saw your shadow. Was he gone? Did you scare him off when you called out for him? Or did something happen?

Why did you even care? It wasn't like you knew him. But you missed the feeling of safety his closeness gave you. Yes you never saw him,but you always sensed his presence, and you missed him now that you didn't.

You stopped feeling alone as soon as your shadow entered your life because you weren't. No matter where you went, you could always rely on him to be there. 

Jason longed to be with you, but he had to stay away until he recovered from a mission gone wrong.

He had to lay low for a while after you saw him anyway. But the week he had to spend away from you was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.

His entire being begged to be with you. To keep an eye on you and make sure everything was okay. He had even gone so far as to think about asking his brother to come see how you were doing and find out whether everything was okay, but he decided against it. Jason wanted to keep you all to himself. And to be fair he doesn't even really have you. Yes he knows as much about you as he could figure out without really breaking every sense of your privacy. But you don't know him. And he had to change that as soon as possible. Jason wanted to get to know you, but he didn’t know how he could achieve that.

Like a gift sent from heaven the solution to his most pressing problem came in the form of yourself. 

Other than a few scratches on his face Jason was all healed, but he hasn't seen you in 10 days and he missed you.

He was on his way back to his apartment when he unexpectedly saw you. His heart started beating faster and he could swear that if it could his heart would jump out of his chest and intertwine with yours.

However, all of his optimistic thoughts vanished when he realizes in what situation you are in and instead his head is filled with rage.

A man was pressing you against the brick wall of a building and you were screaming at him to let you go. You were making it clear that you didn’t want this, that he was making you incredibly uncomfortable, but the guy wouldn't let you go. 

Jason was fuming and before he himself could realize what he was doing he pulled the man off you and started beating him.

You were able to breathe again as soon as the man was shoved away from you and after taking a few deep breaths you noticed that the man who pushed the creep of you was still beating him. You heard a sickening crunch and you knew it was the sound of bones breaking. 

"Hey!" you exclaimed, "please stop." And as soon as your voice reached Jason's ears he stopped immediately, his sole focus on you.

"Are you alright?" His breathing was irregular as he asked.“Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head no “ Other than being a creep you stepped in before anything bad could happen.”

“Don't do that” Jason said, his gaze still full of rage, “That he even put his hand on you without you giving him permission is to much”

You flushed and shrugged your shoulders, saying, "I know, but it wasn't like he assaulted me." 

“He did!” Why were you so adamant on telling him that nothing happened?

“Perhaps, but it makes no difference. You stopped him and nothing really happened. And I'm not gonna say anything anyway.” you rolled your eyes.

Jason was baffled “What do you mean you won't say anything? You have to report him.” He looked at you expectantly.

"Report him?I will either get fired or no one will believe me if I report him, Mister-huge-bicep.” You say being unable not to notice his shirt pressing against the bulging muscles in his arms. You turned to the creep who unfortunately happened to be your boss or rather professor. You were his assistant and most of the time he behaved himself but lately more often than not he made weird jokes and sexual comments. But you needed the money, the job in the little supermarket on the corner didn't cover all your expenses. And you really like your little apartment. If not for your job as a teaching assistant you would have to move back in with your mother and that was something you really don't want to do. 

Mr. Huge Bicep? Jason was overcome with male pride, but he was unable to concentrate on it at the moment. There were more pressing matters. “Is he your boss?” He took a step towards you, saying, “Yn. I asked if he is your boss”

Hold on, did he just say your name? Did you tell him? You must have but when?

“How do you know my name? I didn't tell you, did i?”

Shit, he fucked up” That doesnt matter right now, Is he your boss or not?”

"Yes, he is. He is my professor and also my boss. I’ m his teaching assistant and I really need that job”

“Alright this is what we’re going to do now. First of all I'm gonna walk you home and make sure nothing else happens to you. Then we are going to talk about what you plan to do with your professor and after that I'm gonna explain to you why I know your name, alright ?”

“That sounds good and I'm gonna make us a little something to eat and don't you even try to say no. It's the least I can do after you literally saved me.” you smiled up at him kindly.

How could he ever say no to you in any way? He was totally smitten with you and he never even really talked to you until today.

“Alright” You already turned away from him and didn't see the slight smile on his face after he accepted your invitation.

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The two of you made your way over to your apartment. If you noticed that he led the way there without you telling him where to go you didn't say anything. 

You opened the door when you arrived and let him inside. 

Your apartment is a pure reflection of yourself. It is plaid out in your favourite colours and all your little hyperfixation are displayed all over the place. It was so unapologetically you and Jason immediately felt at peace. Just like he usually did when he was following you around as your shadow and was in your mere presence .

“Nice place” he muttered as you ushered him into your little kitchen. 

“Thanks, I love it” you beamed.

Yeah he could see that. “Is that why you don't want to tell anyone about your boss?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yes,” you answered silently.” If I want to keep this place and I really do, then I also have to keep that job.” You just got your shot at independence and you weren't going to let it slip through your fingers without a fight.

“Okay then.”, Jason sighed, ”Has he ever done anything similar ?” he asked, his fist clenched tight. The simple thought of you being in a situation like this before without him there was making him want to punch the professor all over again. Additionally he was extremely mad at himself because how could he not know that you had a second job and that your professor was a fucking creep? If he had known about this he would have helped you sooner. Jason hoped that your boss would still be where he left him later so he could give him another beating for even thinking about you inappropriately.

“No, not really. I mean he always made little comments but he has never been physical with me before. I think it is my fault. I was really nice to him this morning and said that we could meet up to mark the next exams after the lectures were finished and I think he misunderstood me.” your voice got more unsure the more you tried to explain yourself.

“This was definitely not your fault. He is stupid and heard what he wanted to hear. Nothing that happened had anything to do with what you said or how you behaved. This is not your fault, sweetheart” Jason squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.

You looked at him sheepishly, his fingers now drawing little patterns into your skin calming you down. “ I know that I'm supposed to feel like that, but I can't help but feel guilty. I know that the guilt has to change sides but the victims almost always gets all the blame and it’s so deep ingrained in us that even I as a woman sometimes think that it is my fault and that is so messed up.” You sigh heavily.

“Yes it is that is why you have to report him” Jason says trying to persuade you to do the thing he thinks is right.”Nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“You really think that it will help?” you ask, still unsure if anything will change if you report your professor.

“If I come with you yes” Jason says extremely sure of himself.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask perplexed.

“Well I uhm” he trailed off , not quite sure what to say. Should he already tell you about his connection to Bruce? “I mean I saw what happened so im sure they have to believe you if  you have a witness.” 

“You're right I will report him first thing in the morning. I hope you know that you have to come with me. You are the witness after all.” Now it is your time to look at him expectantly.

He did know and the possibility of spending more time with you made him all giddy inside.

“Yeah, no problem.” He looked at you intensely, finally being able to really look at you without as much distance between you as when he was keeping an eye on you from far away. You are the most magnificent thing Jason has ever laid his eyes upon. And if he could he would never stop looking at you.

“You said you would tell me how you know my name?”,that got Jason's attention and he stopped staring at your perfectly kissable lips and focused on your eyes instead.

“Yes but how about we eat something before I tell you?” He asked, trying to delay the conversation as long as he could before he has to tell you everything and you wouldn’t want to see him ever again.

He hopes you won't hate him when he confesses to being your shadow.

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[stawberri]

Sinners - heejake (+18)

Summary: just heejake fucking instead of attending their weekly mass.

gender: Smut, church boy, Delinquent, Degradation, BDSM, Knife Play, but there's no blood, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, ass eating, blowjob, Top Lee Heeseung (ENHYPEN), Bottom Sim Jaeyun | Jake (ENHYPEN), Face-Fucking, Troublemaker - Freeform

Ethan's family asked Jaeyun to take Ethan to the church in hopes of their son's change, but little did they know that Jaeyun hides something sinful beneath his angelic smile.

"Dad, what the actual fuck? I am not a kid for you to ask someone to look out for me!" Ethan shouted hysterically. Just the thought of someone guarding him irks him.

"I already told you that one more trouble and I'm gonna force you to change! I am a man of my words Ethan, and it's either you follow my orders or you'll end up with nothing on the streets." His Dad said sternly.

Ethan was left with no choice but to obey. He couldn't risk his great life. Also, it's just for 6 months, and after that, he could go back to making trouble again.

He flopped his body on his bed and closed his eyes. He's still annoyed from earlier, but there is a growing feeling of curiosity and excitement emerging in his chest.

"Who is that Jaeyun? And How is he supposed to help me? My parents are fucking crazy for thinking that a mere boy could change me to something better."

The next day came by so fast. Ethan was getting ready for Sunday's morning mass. There is a wrinkle in between his eyebrows as his hands harshly fix his necktie. He is wearing a powder blue button-down which is very unusual in his everyday outfit, which is any dark oversize tee and black ripped jeans.

"I look like a… good boy." He muttered as he grimaced at himself. He is not used to seeing himself like this: hair neatly brushed up, clothes well-ironed, and no excessive accessories hanging on his body.

He went down, and as he steps his foot towards their living room, the voices get louder and clearer. Ethan caught everyone's attention inside the room, including the pretty boy standing in front of their ancestral piano, which was owned by his late late late late late late grandfather.

"Oh My, Son! You looked good!" His mom said proudly; happiness danced in her orbs as she scanned her eyes on his only son.

"Ethan," his Dad called, "–this is Jaeyun, Jaeyun this is my son Ethan." His Dad pushed him gently towards Jaeyun, and Ethan couldn't help but be starstruck.

He never saw someone– particularly a guy– this pretty. Jaeyun is the total opposite of the normal Ethan; his whole being screams purity and decency– far from Ethan's impurity. His eyes scanned Jaeyun's divine features, from those dainty eyes that seemed to sparkle like those animated characters he watches online; those apple cheeks that are dusted with pinkish hues, and those saccharine smiles that took Ethan's breath away.

"Hello, my name's Jaeyun and I'll be your acquaintance for 6 months." even his voice is laced with purity. It is so endearing to Ethan's ears that he couldn't help but gape at the pretty boy standing timidly, arms tucked behind his back, in front of him as he gives Ethan the sweetest smile he has seen in his entire life.

"Enough with the introduction! You two will know more about each other in those six months. You guys can't miss the mass." his mother interrupted.

Ethan's parents guided the two to the door, his Dad whispering to his ears to drive slowly, and his Mom reminding him to act right and be kind to Jaeyun. Ethan only nodded to his parents' words as his mind was still clouded with Jaeyun's ethereal beauty.

"Ethan, listen to the priest's sermon."

"Yeah, Mom…" Ethan answered, his eyes rolling a bit.

The two hopped in the car. Jaeyun sat on the shotgun seat while Ethan sat in the driver's seat. None of them said something on the whole ride; they were just painfully silent throughout their way to the church. Jaeyun's fiddling his fingers as he waits for Ethan to park the car properly. He didn't waste a second getting out of the car once it was settled on the space because the tension inside was too much that he felt suffocated.

They sat in the backmost part of the church as to Ethan's request. He couldn't fathom sitting near the priest and the altar. Ethan was obviously ignorant the whole ceremony, contrasting with Jaeyun, who seems to know everything about the church.

Ethan sighed in relief when the mass ended. The both of them decided to wait till the waves of people who attended the ceremony abated. The growing tension between them once again suffocates Jaeyun, like a clamp squeezing his airway.

"The mass ended earlier than usual, we can have a cup of tea in my apartment if you want to," Jaeyun said hesitantly, afraid that Ethan would reject him, as they made their way towards the car.

"Sounds good," Ethan answered, which got Jaeyun's knees weak.

They arrived at Jaeyun's apartment after 40 minutes since Ethan doesn't know the way and he is driving very slowly. Jaeyun led Ethan to his living room and made the older sit on his two-seater couch as he prepared their tea.

The entire room was silent and the only sound that could be heard was the Black Oolong tea gushing out of the white teapot's nozzle. Before sitting beside Ethan, Jaeyun switched on his TV to lessen the awkwardness spreading around the four-cornered room. Because of their proximity, Jaeyun's captivating scent brushes his nostrils.

Even his smell is divine. Jaeyun smells like a whole-ass garden filled with fragrant flowers.

Ethan's lips slowly formed a smirk when he noticed Jaeyun's sideway glances. He had heeded the stolen gazes Jaeyun was giving him earlier, but he disregarded it. But it's piercing his soul, so, to confirm his assumptions, Ethan manspreaded and elevated his hips, showing the prominent bulge on his crotch (not because he's already hard, but because there is a monster hiding underneath the thin fabric of his pants). He let out an amused chuckle that caught Jaeyun's attention when he saw how Jaeyun's adam's apple bobbed up and down as he watched Ethan's move earlier.

He placed the tea cup on the table in front of them, creating a thud sound when the ceramic bottom of the cup met the wooden table.

"I can see you glancing, Jaeyunie, is there any problem?"

Jaeyunie… Jaeyunie… Jaeyunie

The nickname made his mind whirl. His breathing staggered as he noticed the playfulness laced in Ethan's voice.

He gets it. Jaeyun gets it.

And within a blink, Jaeyun switched into something– someone– that regaled Ethan.

Gone is the innocence in his eyes. Gone is the gentleness in his voice. Gone is the purity in his smile.

Everything about him is now entwined with sinfulness.

"You did so well earlier, Hyung. You listened obediently to the priest and I wanna make you feel good as my reward. D'you want that?" Jaeyun seductively said as he slowly crawled down towards the gap of Ethan's thighs.

Ethan was surprised. Who would've thought that the renowned angel in their town hides something filthy.

"Mhm. Let's see how good my reward is." After Ethan said that, Jaeyun scrambled in his place as he eagerly unbuckled Ethan's belt. His fingers held the waistband of Ethan's pants and boxers and pulled it down. His jaw fell as the long, girthy, and veiny cock of Ethan was displayed right in front of his eyes.

"Are you gonna suck it or– ugh." Ethan groaned midway as Jaeyun licked his rosy tip. His neck slacked on the headrest of the couch as Jaeyun continued playing the slit on his shaft.

He fondled his balls like those mushy toys you can buy in the market, along with the long strokes of his tongue on Ethan's cock. He is teasing the older with his warm tiny tongue, lips slightly tracing the thin skin. There is a sly smile on his face as he watches Ethan lose his mind. His eyes lingered on the vein on Ethan's slender neck as the older tried hard to control himself.

Jaeyun let out a gagging noise when Ethan pushed his cock all the way in his mouth, the tip poking the back of his throat. It was painful, but it's the kind of pain that Jaeyun would surrender again and again to. Ethan didn't let Jaeyun recover from the sudden push and just fucked the younger's mouth to his content, until there is white spurts of cum drizzling Jaeyun's throat.

"Fuck…" Ethan mutters along with an amused chuckle as he watches Jaeyun swallow every drop of his cum, not letting anything go into waste. "You did so good too, Angel. Do you perhaps want a reward too?"

And like an eager dog wanting to have a treat, he nodded his head hastily.

"Bend over the table, Angel." Jaeyun immediately followed and positioned half of his body above the wooden table as he perched his ass high up.

"Oh!" Jaeyun moaned when Ethan slapped his ass, red marks immediately appeared on his delicate skin.

Jaeyun dreamt about this every night for so long. He would play with himself all night, dreaming that it was Ethan giving him the pleasure; That it was his cock drilling his hole; not the pink dildo he bought in their neighboring city; that it was Ethan's mouth engulfing his pink bud and cock, that it was his fingers stretching his rim. Jaeyun would always go nuts whenever he heard one of his schoolmates bragging about how good and inhumane Ethan fucks.

He wants to experience that too.

And finally, after months of torture, he is here bent down on his coffee table as Ethan eat his ass.

"Right there!" he grumbled when Ethan's digits hit his spot, that got his mind into a whirlpool. Ethan's eyes turned into slits as he watch Jaeyun's pink hole clenched his thick fingers. He is so warm and tight inside that he could feel his cock go hard again under his boxers.

That wasn't the end of their obscenity because it just got progressively worse as days passed by.

Just like now, instead of attending the mass like what they're supposed to do, they're here in Jaeyun's fluffy mattress instead. There are series of groans and moans coming out of Jaeyun's luscious lips as Ethan fuck his hole with his thick and long digits, while there are black leather straps looped all over Jaeyun's body, stopping the younger from moving and touching Ethan.

Even though Jaeyun isn't untarnished as what people think he is, he still feels guilty sometimes, but the guilt can't stop him when Ethan is like a blazing ball of fire and Jaeyun is a weak moth that is drawn to his heat.

He keeps succumbing to him.

Ethan is fucking his hole mercilessly making him moan in deep pleasure, but it's not enough. He feels full but not full enough. He wants Ethan to stretch his rim with his girthy shaft– but the older kept teasing him even though he asked– begged nicely.

His eyes fluttered open when he felt Ethan stand up on the bed. He wanted to protest, but he couldn't wait any longer. The man walked over to his pants and grabbed something inside. That thing seemed to glow under the dim light of Jaeyun's room, and his breath hitched when he saw what Ethan grabbed in his pants. His chest heaves up and down as another bolt of excitement and desire crawled in his mind and body.

He stayed silent as he laid pliant on his bed, patiently waiting for what Ethan will do next. But he is never ready for Ethan's schemes. Never. He let out a loud yelp when Ethan removed the leather coiled all over his body and slapped it multiple times on his scorching skin. Jaeyun’s body writhed underneath Ethan from the delicious pain. His jaw dropped open as a long-drawn-out moan escaped his throat when a cold, hard thing entered his slicked hole. Ethan was slowly thrusting it, waiting for Jaeyun's response, but when the younger continued to moan, Ethan did not hesitate anymore. Jaeyun watched as Ethan fucked his wet cavern with the handle of his stainless steel pocket knife. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when Ethan angled it up, hitting his sweet spot, abusing it again and again.

"W-Wanna… come– please!" Jaeyun gritted, tears streaming down his pink cheeks.

"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want me to do." Ethan smirked, still thrusting the knife into Jaeyun's hole.

"I want to come, E-Ethan. Please t-touch me… fuck me… h-hard." he managed to say along with the hard thrusts of the knife in him.

"The angel wants to be fucked so bad?" Ethan mockingly asked which Jaeyun answered with chants of Yes! Yes! Yes! "On your knees you needy, slutty bitch." Ethan growled.

As much as he wants to further tease the younger under him, he can feel his cock painfully twitching in anticipation.

Another moan came out of Jaeyun's throat as Ethan parted his cheeks to have a better view of his slicked pink hole, stretched and ready to accommodate Ethan's monster cock. Jaeyun shuddered under the older when he stroked his rim, applying pressure that got Jaeyun's mind numb. He is so sensitive from all the foreplay Ethan did to him that a slight touch from either his hole or cock could make him reach his climax already.

His head sunk between his shoulder blades when Ethan placed his cock on top of his hole, dragging it up and down, creating friction between their heated sex.

"Please, Ethan, fuck me," he begged, voice trembling from too much stimulation.

"Alright then, since you've asked nicely and you've been an obedient and patient slut for me."

Ethan slammed every inch of his cock in a blink into Jaeyun's hole, forcing a scream of pleasure out of the younger. Ethan sucked in a breath as he felt the warmth of Jaeyun's while the younger's a moaning mess from the feeling of fullness.

Jaeyun could feel himself reaching his climax, but before he could beg Ethan to let him reach his high, the younger blurted out something that literally made his visions turn white.

"You're so loud, Jaeyunie. Do you want your neighbors to know that their angel is getting a good fuck right now, Huh?"

He wanted to answer Ethan with a loud yes, but he couldn't form a sentence in his state. He is so fucked up that half of his body is laying flatly on his mattress. If not only because of Ethan's palm gripping the sides of his hips, the other half of his body would surely surrender too. Jaeyun's hole clenched Ethan when the older fastened his pace, drilling his hole with animalistic thrusts.

"You like that, angel? You like my cock hitting your spot repeatedly as I fuck your brains out?"

"Y-Yeah… h-harder please!" Jaeyun pants, beads of tears forming in his eyes.

Ethan withdraws his cock and changes their position so he can better see Jaeyun. He wasn't disappointed at the view served to him. Ethan mutters a low thank you (not audible enough for Jaeyun to hear) to his parents for bringing this beautiful man into his life.

"Go on… act like the fucking cockslut that you are." Ethan said as he watched Jaeyun lose his mind, tongue lolled out, spit dripping down his chin, and eyes crossed from too much pleasure.

Jaeyun looked through his long lashes and his skin burned at the sight of Ethan watching their bodies connect while his mouth is open as it retreats series of moans, his veiny hands gripping Jaeyun's milky thighs, and his chest heaving up and down. He doesn't slow down the drilling of his hips, abusing Jaeyun's spot. The younger couldn't do anything aside from moaning. His brain is so fucked up that all he could see is white, that all he could feel was the undying pleasure that Ethan is giving him. The older angled his hips up and hung Jaeyun's legs on his shoulder as he thrusted deeper so the both of them could feel the most pleasure from connecting their bodies.

Not long after, Jaeyun screamed Ethan's name as he came along with Ethan. The cum painting his insides made it more pleasurable for Jaeyun. He felt so full and stuffed that he didn't want Ethan to withdraw his cock.

This was one of the most intense orgasms both of them had.

"Holy shit. Angel, that was so good." were the last words Jaeyun heard before he passed out.

Because they never did it slow, always rough and fast, Ethan prepared ointments beforehand to treat Jaeyun's rim and wounds as the younger succumbed to deep slumber. Unlike earlier, he is moving so gently to not wake Jaeyun up. He's been so rough today and he doesn't want to interrupt his rest.

"Sleep well, Angel. You did so good today." Ethan whispered to the younger's ears as he cuddled the man tighter while peppering his temples with sweet kisses.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Kindness does not come naturally to Atsushi.

He was raised in darkness. The orphanage didn’t value compassion. It was simply a thing that did not exist within its walls.

The kids learned quickly how to use each other for personal gain. They had no innate power and so they fought for everything they got.

They’d devise plans that would get others in trouble just to get a meal.

There was no trust. There were no friends or any kind love. They were abandoned by the world and were left to fend for themselves.

They learned very early on that the only one they had to depend on was themselves. And yet whatever struggles they went through, none of it compared to the hell that was Atsushi’s existence.

He had never known compassion because it was never aimed at him.

He knew how to scream. How to cut people with his words and where to strike them where it hurt. He knew how to take the beatings and bottle up his pain.

He didn’t cry because a kid like him was simply not allowed to do so. He crushed his own heart the moment he learned it was his greatest weaknesses. He ate his first meal in peace after crushing someone else’s.

And yet, despite it all Atsushi is kind. He saved Kyouka without a second of hesitation no matter what anyone else said. He surrendered to Fitzgerald’s demands when he bought up Margaret’s sorry state.

But Atsushi doesn’t believe he’s kind.

He spent his whole life with his teeth bared and claws drawn that he has to remember to retract them.

To remember what it was like to be small, afraid and alone and what he would’ve liked to happen. And not act in the way he was taught.

He’s cutthroat and blunt and he doesn’t realise he’s gone too far until it’s too late. Atsushi learns about apologises and tries to hide how foreign they sound on his lips.

He saved Dazai because he wanted to rob him. He saved Kyouka and yet hoped that saving the people on the train would validate his need to live.

A good person wouldn’t feel that way he’s sure of it.

Atsushi knows pain like an old friend. It was his one constant and he doesn’t know how to act in its absence. It fuelled his every action and now he has to pick and choose his battles.

Atsushi doesn’t understand working together but does so anyway because everyone else says to do so.

He expects betrayal at every turn because no one’s ever loved him enough to stay. He pieces together the heart he gave up despite it going against everything he was taught.

Everyone thinks Atsushi’s kind but he doesn’t agree. Because for him to be so is an active choice he makes every day.

[sapphira-mydnyte]

Serpentine Terror

The last one anyone wanted a fight with a Gaunt & Ominis was no exception. In fact, he was the most feared of the Gaunts for his haunting gaze despite being blind. Ominis was a very different terror compared to his family as he didn't believe in using the dark arts for fun.

Instead of physical torture, he broke his victims mentally by damaging their pride & making them wear the most embarrassing of outfits out in public. He took no shit from liars especially & cursed them with nightmares until they told the truth... outting themselves into far worse punishment for doing so. Though he was the best in shattering minds, that did not mean that he was weak physically or magically either. Those in Slytherin house knew the truth about him & Sebastian being the best duelist as he had spoken in the coldest tone that left ice going down the backs of every student in the commonroom that hears him. None could sleep in peace after hearing him, nor seeing his face as he spoke that night.

"Sebastian is only the best duelist in this house because I allow it. Do not underestimate me just because I'm blind because I can beat him in a duel & the rest of you as well. All of you know bloody well what I am & your life is in my hands every day, especially at night. You sleep with a snake & no matter what kind of snake I am, I can & will bite if I have to. Try as you might, you can't hide from me either. Sebastian has tried that countless times in his nights of sneaking out & he has failed to elude me. Cross me & it'll be the last thing you ever do. You're in MY house & I will not tolerate any that cross me."

His voice was colder than the glacious spell, making the entire room feel like a dungeon of pure ice. Images of snakes chasing others down the hall flooded the minds of many that night, causing some to run to their bedrooms in fear, crying. Even Sebastian couldn't deny Ominis' chilling words as a bolt of cold went down his spine, causing him to shudder. He knew Ominis wasn't lying either... because he was the reason behind that entire warning.

The brunette couldn't turn away from the blond, no matter how much he wanted to. He was guilty of murder & Ominis made certain that he felt the worst for it in saying what he had. Nobody else but the heir knew about the killing, save for Anne & the mysterious new student. As Sebastian finally looked into Ominis' eyes, he fought back tears in his own as the once calming waters within those blue eyes had disappeared. What was once a beautiful ocean was now a tidal wave of ice & a serpentine demon of fire burned under those icy blue eyes... with fangs full of venom aimed straight at him.

Slytherin student Ominis Gaunt

[mimisempai]

Taking your pain away

Summary

Crowley gets hurt gardening and Aziraphale makes a big deal about it. Is he being a drama queen, or is there something deeper going on?

Notes

Just one more situation to create a bit of fluff...

On Ao3

Rating G - 787 words

"Hold still and let me take care of you."

Aziraphale shoved Crowley, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

The demon began to protest vehemently, "Angel! I'm all right! It's just a scratch, stop making such a fuss - ouch!"

Aziraphale had just touched where Crowley's shirt was torn on his hip and raised an eyebrow at Crowley's reaction.

"Just a scratch, huh? Then show me that scratch."

Crowley continued to protest, but the angel cut him off.

"Now!"

After a moment's hesitation, the demon began to lift his shirt, grimacing as the fabric peeled away from the wound.

"Crowley, you've got to be kidding me, this is more than a scratch! Don't move!"

Aziraphale rushed to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth.

"What happened to you? And don't lie to me, will you?"

While Aziraphale went to fetch a wet towel, Crowley sheepishly told him that a step on the old ladder had cracked while he was trimming an apple tree, and that it was a branch that had cut him when he fell.

"It's just a scratch. It's really nothing to make a drama out of. Just a little miracle and it'll be gone."

Aziraphale wasn't impressed with Crowley's casual tone and scolded, "Off the ladder! You fell off the ladder and you're telling me not to make a fuss? Besides, there's dirt and I don't know what around it, we have to clean it up before we do anything, miracle or no miracle." 

As the angel used the wet cloth to clean the wound, he said in a softer tone, "This is going to hurt."

Crowley couldn't help but hiss in pain as Aziraphale tended to the wound. Then he instinctively grabbed the angel's forearm, digging his nails into the flesh. Once the brief moment of pain had passed, the demon released Aziraphale's arm.

His gaze fell on Aziraphale's tense face as he finished cleaning his wound, before he made a small gesture that caused the wound to close and disappear as if nothing had happened.

Without a word, the angel got up, rummaged through the closet, and returned with a clean shirt. Still without a word, he helped Crowley take off the torn shirt and put on the clean one.

At his silence, Crowley grabbed Aziraphale's arm to make him sit down beside him.

"Angel? Why are you angry? Talk to me."

Aziraphale mumbled something between his teeth that Crowley didn't understand.

"Can you repeat that, please?

Aziraphale looked up at him and said more clearly, "I hate to see you hurt."

"I'm sorry."

Aziraphale shook his head.

"There's nothing you can do about it. But sometimes I wonder how many times it must have happened to you without me knowing."

"Not as much as you think. I mean, they're not exactly soft in hell, but as far as I know, you haven't been spared by your own side either."

"Don't change the subject. I'm serious about this. I hate to think of you suffering in any way."

Crowley didn't answer, but stepped back to sit against the headboard, then stretched out his arms toward Aziraphale.

"Come here, Angel."

Aziraphale climbed onto the bed and, once near the demon, snuggled up to Crowley, resting his head on his chest and gently caressing the demon's hip where the wound had disappeared.

After a moment, the angel whispered, "I wish I had the power to make sure that you would never be hurt again, that you would never be in pain again."

Crowley kissed the angel's hair and replied softly, "Even if you can work miracles, there are certain things that are unavoidable. That's life. Human life. The one we choose to live. You won't be able to stop me from tripping over a stone in the middle of the road any more than I could stop a book from falling on your head."

The angel chuckled slightly as the demon continued, "But you'll be there to help me up and heal my scrapped knee, and I'll be there to put the book back in its place and ease your pain. That's all I can promise you."

Aziraphale hummed against the demon's chest before lifting his head to look at him.

Crowley lowered his head until his lips met the angel's in a tender kiss.

As he wrapped his arms around the demon's neck, lost in the sweetness of the moment, a thought crossed the angel's mind. 

Crowley was right.

They didn't know what danger, great or small, lurked around the bend. Their one constant, their one certainty, was the strength of their love, the knowledge that they would have each other no matter what the danger.

And that was enough.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[a-deep-ocean-of-secrets]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary

Day 1: Non-Sexual Intimacy

Summary:

After the longest shift of Buck's life, there's nothing he wants more than to curl up with his man.

Read below or on AO3 (3.2K words)

Buck could barely keep his eyes open as he pulled his Jeep into Tommy’s driveway after the longest 24 hours of his life. His shift had been an unrelenting slog from the moment he entered the station until the blessed moment he had finally been free to leave that particular circle of Dante’s hell. 

Call after call. Big calls. Little calls. Batshit crazy calls, like the woman who had hysterically rung 911 believing her husband, who was unresponsively stretched out on their ancient recliner in the living room, was dead. When the 118 had arrived with their sirens blaring and fearing the worst, they were baffled when the man perked right up and began talking to them. He hadn’t been dead, just dead set on ignoring his wife’s constant stream of conversation. 

And so it had gone. When coming back to the firehouse from a tedious call, the team had hardly had a moment to eat or clean or decompress before the alarm would shrilly blast throughout the station, and, with loud and despairing groans, they got back into the truck and off they went to serve and protect their community. 

Someone had to have uttered the dreaded Q-word. (Probably Ravi.) And when Buck got his hands on that certain someone, there would be hell to pay for the cursed shift he had just barely survived. 

And worse yet, Tommy had been just as busy—or even busier, god forbid—at his shift over at the 217 because the two had hardly been in contact for the last 24 hours. Texting his boyfriend a steady stream of consciousness of his innermost thoughts and feelings (interspersed with plenty of funny photos and memes) had become the highlight of Buck’s work days, and he had been cruelly denied the pleasure that was rapidly growing into an all-consuming addiction. 

When he cut the engine, it was as if he was a marionette whose strings had been snipped and he slumped forward and pillowed his arms on the steering wheel as he contemplated how pathetic it would be to fall asleep here in his vehicle instead of braving the twenty or so steps to Tommy’s front door. As awful as it’d be to have to walk (he’d been on his feet all day), he’d for sure wake up with a terrible crick in his neck if he stayed here. And besides that, his boyfriend was inside that house, which made it the obvious winner. Still, it took far too much energy to rouse himself to get out of the Jeep.

Grabbing his trusted duffle bag, Buck opened the car door and only whimpered a little as his feet landed on the unforgiving concrete driveway. He sluggishly shuffled his way up the walkway of Tommy’s postwar bungalow, dragging his feet in silent protest. When he reached the cheerfully painted canary yellow front door and stomped his feet on Tommy’s hilariously apt ‘Welcome! Just kidding, please go home’ doormat, he tiredly dug through the pockets of his sweatpants and pulled out Tommy’s house key. Dangling from it was a silver helicopter keychain and Buck couldn’t help but giddily smile at it as it gleamed in the early morning sunlight. 

Inserting the key into the lock, the door easily swung open as Buck made his way inside the home he had come to know as readily as the back of his hand. With his mind on autopilot, he quietly de-stressed. 

His Jeep was parked alongside Tommy’s truck outside. His keys clanked together as they plopped into the ceramic bowl on the sideboard in the foyer, right alongside Tommy’s own set of keys. He toed off his ratty sneakers and tucked them under the sitting bench, right next to Tommy’s worn boots. He dropped his duffle bag onto the leather cushion next to Tommy’s. 

It was all so automatic, all so routine. He had done this more times than he could count. Buck just fit in Tommy’s home, in his life. The synchronicity of it all wormed its way through the veins of his weary, exhausted body and warmed him from the inside out. The feeling was not dissimilar to being wrapped up tight, snug as a bug, inside an electric blanket on a cold winter’s day.  

Biting back a jaw-splitting yawn, Buck went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The house was quiet and peaceful as dewy morning light trickled in through the east-facing windows in radiant, golden shimmers. 

He entered the kitchen and his eyes were immediately drawn to the crock pot situated on the butcher block countertop. Older than Buck, the weathered, cream-and-blue crockpot was adorned with a homely floral pattern, though the original design was now hard to discern through the various stains and scorch marks tarnishing its kitschy facade. It had been one of Grammy Kinard’s prized possessions and Tommy couldn’t bear to part with it when she died ten years prior. He had even fished it out of the trash when his father had callously thrown it out after her funeral. 

It was an eyesore compared to Buck’s modern and sleek GreenPan slow cooker, but it prepared a meal just as well and he could never begrudge Tommy his sentimentality, not when it was one of the many traits he adored about him. He peered through the plastic lid at the firehouse chili simmering away on low heat. 

In a few hours, the house would be filled to the brim with the rich, hearty aroma of tenderly slow-cooked beef, tomatoes, and beans. Fragrant with the mouthwatering scents of garlic, cayenne, ground cumin, oregano, and chili powder all melded together. Later, Buck would prepare Bobby’s famous and flavorful honey jalapeño cornbread to accompany the delectable chili. He licked his lips in anticipation of how decadent their dinner would be. They would feast like kings tonight. Which was perfect, as both were heading into their stretches of 96 hours off. 

Grabbing the pitcher of water from Tommy’s fridge, he poured himself a glass and was absentmindedly sipping it as he eyed the coffee maker and found the carafe full of a fresh brew and being kept warm by the machine. When they awoke from their post-shift nap, coffee would be readily available for consumption. That kind of proactive thinking had Buck so often hot under the collar when it came to his boyfriend. 

He gulped the last of his water just as he spied a paper bag resting innocently on the counter with a familiar logo plastered across it. Clinging to it was a neon blue sticky note. Buck reached forward and plucked it off as he was greeted with Tommy’s familiar, blocky handwriting. 

I stopped at Baked Bliss on my way home and picked up some sugar for my sugar. ~ T 

“Dork,” Buck couldn’t help but mutter with a low chuckle, but his expression turned helplessly fond as his finger reverently traced over the clumsily drawn heart Tommy had placed after his initial. 

Baked Bliss was a bakery that opened a few months ago near Harbor and quickly became Buck’s go-to place to stop when visiting his boyfriend at work. They had everything: cookies, cupcakes, muffins, cakes, cinnamon rolls, and more. Tearing into the bag, Buck groaned loudly as he pulled out a key lime coconut cronut. His absolute favorite. 

It was beautifully baked and flaky, with coconut icing encircling the top and garnished with fresh lime zest. The citric scent tickled his nose in the most delightful way as Buck wasted no time taking a gigantic bite. He moaned indecently as soon as the pastry dough melted on his tongue. Barely stopping to swallow, he proceeded to devour the baked treat. 

He knew he wasn’t exactly the classiest of eaters. 

Maddie had given him shit for years about his seemingly abysmal table manners, but she was his sister, so that didn’t really count, right? And to be fair, he had tried to curb the bad habit around his partners with varying degrees of success. After the emergency tracheotomy, he had been too scared to really eat around Abby, worried he’d nearly kill himself again like the idiot he had been. Ali and Natalia hadn’t stuck around long enough for him to move past his early relationship jitters, so neither had been subjected to the full Evan Buckley Experience™. At a certain point in his relationship with Taylor, she’d just roll her eyes and mutter about him needing a pig trough. Which was rude, but her caustic sense of humor had never bothered him. So he liked people who were bitchy and a little mean? He had a type. 

She had that in common with Tommy, but luckily for Buck, Tommy found his table manners adorable rather than grotesque. So he was free to stuff his face as much as he pleased, all while his prime rib of a boyfriend gazed at him with doting eyes. More than once, Chimney had gagged at their antics and ordered them to stop being so disgustingly in love. 

But Buck had no intention of stopping, thank you very much. 

Once the cronut was gone and Buck’s fingers were licked clean, he hummed happily to himself as he surveyed the kitchen. After dealing with a shift just as backbreaking as his own, his boyfriend had driven to Buck’s favorite bakery to pick up his favorite treat and then driven home, prepared their chili, and got a batch of coffee brewing. 

Buck adored him with everything he had. 

Speaking of which, where was Tommy? He had yet to make an appearance and the house was serenely peaceful. Placing the glass in the sink and throwing the bag into the recycling bin, Buck turned on his heel and made his way to the bedroom.  A trail of Tommy’s clothes was randomly thrown around the hallway and guided his path. He pushed open the bedroom door and leaned against the doorway as he took in the endearing sight. 

Tommy was flopped haphazardly across the bed on his stomach. It was almost as if he had face-planted onto the mattress in his haste to get into bed and then was too tired to wriggle his way under the covers. So, instead, he had given up the fight, falling asleep right on the spot. His sturdy back rose and fell with deep, measured breaths and he peacefully slumbered as every exhale came out as a wailing whistle. He was clothed in nothing but his black boxer briefs that did amazing things to his ass, accentuating every ample curve. He must have showered at Harbor, for his hair was fluffy and free of product in the way that drove Buck wild, making him resemble a precious newborn chick more than anything else. 

Like an artist admiring his magnum opus, Buck pressed his shoulder into the doorframe as his eyes slowly and devoutly took in every feature and quirk of the man he loved with his entire heart. 

He began with the elegant swoops of Tommy’s arches and the thin, wiry scar stitched across his right heel from a childhood accident. Then, there was the way his second toes were just a smidge longer than his big ones; a fact that Tommy was embarrassed by, but Buck was completely enamored with. He loved tracing them on movie nights as the two lounged on the couch with Tommy’s feet in Buck’s lap. He’d massage them, digging his fingers into the arches and watching with glee as Tommy squirmed and attempted to hide his snorting laughs into the curve of his shoulder. And every time he had the gall to deny that he was ticklish there. No matter how much Buck made him giggle. 

Buck’s eyes slowly dragged up Tommy’s strong legs. He admired how they were splattered with downy leg hair, like numerous paint strokes slashing Tommy’s skin. He still remembered the first morning he woke up with Tommy in his bed. The other man had been a furnace at Buck’s backside as sweltering heat blazed across Buck’s naked, sleep-soft skin. His thick arm had been thrown proprietarily across Buck’s stomach, anchoring Buck to him as if afraid he’d slip away in his sleep. 

Which was completely ridiculous, because where else would Buck want to be than bunkered down with his beast of a man? Their legs had been tangled together and Buck’s neurons had been firing off in all directions as he shifted and felt the delicious friction of their leg hairs rubbing together. A far cry from the soft suppleness of women’s legs, even the ones who hadn’t enjoyed shaving. Not better or worse, just different in a way that had Buck’s engine revving. 

Buck’s eyes purposefully traveled upward to the two dimples grooved into the swell of Tommy’s lower back. God, did Buck love those two little craters crafted into the moonscape of Tommy’s skin. They were like homing beacons to him; it didn’t matter where they were or who they were with, but his thumbs always found purchase within those two dimples. 

When they were spending their weekends at the local farmers’ market, Buck’s arm would be slung around Tommy’s waist as his thumb settled into one of the dimples. Cuddling together on the couch, his hands always found their way under Tommy’s shirt to those two little furrows. When Tommy was above him, his thighs bracketing Buck’s hips as he rode him with reckless abandon, Buck’s hands always locked around his waist, his thumbs pressing into the skin with enough force to bruise. 

Those dimples were designed specifically for Buck’s thumbs. He firmly believed that. 

Buck’s eyes feasted on the sight of Tommy’s muscular back and the wide expanse of bare skin. Now, that was a canvas masterpieces were painted on. Dotting the landscape were numerous freckles and moles of varying sizes and colors. They were peppered up and down the slope of his spine. An entire universe of stars was contained to Tommy’s back; Buck’s very own starry night. 

Swaying in the doorway, Buck suddenly had the brilliant thought that the only thing better than admiring Tommy from a distance was getting up close and personal. Better yet, getting his hands all over the man in question. He quickly stripped off his clothes until he was left in only his boxer briefs, lowered himself onto the bed, and began crawling up it. 

His hands and knees sank into the sinfully soft mattress and Buck let out a weary sigh as any remaining tension from his hellish shift completely seeped away. He slithered along Tommy’s side until his head could rest on a pillow and he was pressed to Tommy’s robust body. Now that he was in close proximity, the freckles and moles were even more mesmerizing as they stood out brilliantly against Tommy’s creamy skin. 

With the utmost gentleness, he brought his callused fingers to Tommy’s back and began tracing over the various spots and splotches, forming his very own constellations. Not the hunters, maidens, or fierce creatures charted by the ancient Greeks, but renderings of his imagination brought to life against the backdrop of his boyfriend’s skin. 

A racing rabbit. A sparrow in mid-flight. A daffodil with its petals raised towards the sun. There were infinite possibilities to explore and create and Buck couldn’t wait to come back to them time and time again. Tommy was his North Star. The most dazzling one in the entire night sky, and all Buck’s. 

Overcome with affection, Buck replaced his fingers with his lips as he kissed the individual knobs of Tommy’s spine. He could feel the heady warmth of Tommy’s skin as it splayed before him. He deliberately worked his way up the curvature of Tommy’s back and had just reached the bend where his neck met his broad shoulder when movement below caught his attention. 

Tommy snuffled himself awake as a shuddering sigh passed through his body. And like an overly-indulgent cat in a sunbeam, he stretched out his long limbs. His back rippled intoxicatingly, like a pebble bouncing off the surface of a calm lake. 

“Ev’n?” he sleepily murmured as he buried his head further into his pillow. “Iz t’at you?” 

“Yeah, babe. It’s me,” Buck whispered, keeping his voice low as he propped his chin on Tommy’s shoulder. He tilted his head and watched as Tommy’s face began to come to life. A furrow developed in the grooves of his forehead as his eyebrows scrunched towards each other. His dry lips smacked together as he worked up to speak. His eyes blinked blearily and Buck watched enraptured as he caught the barest flicker of blue. 

Moderately more awake, Tommy sleepily asked, “How was work?”

“Long. Exhausting. Bizarre.” Buck punctuated every word with a kiss to the shell of Tommy’s ear and enjoyed the shiver that swept through his boyfriend’s massive body. He was so responsive, in all ways. It drove Buck mad, and if he weren’t so physically drained he’d do something about it. But alas… 

“What were you doing to my back? I could feel you.” 

Buck felt a flush spread rapidly across his cheeks that surely was the same color as his birthmark, but he didn’t demur at being found out. Honesty was the best policy and all that jazz.

“Tracing constellations.” 

Tommy snorted as he raised his head and met Buck’s gaze. Humor and fondness were clear in his eyes as the two looked at each other. 

“What does that even mean?” 

“You have an entire galaxy mapped out across your back. How could I resist?” Buck let his fingers tenderly run up and down Tommy’s spine as he spoke. 

Tommy’s lips quirked. “You’re so weird. I love it.” 

From anyone else, the words would have had Buck ducking away self-consciously, but from Tommy, they were a compliment of the highest order. Tommy never made him feel as if he was Bucking things up by simply being himself. He embraced all of Buck’s oddities and tendencies. He didn’t just embrace them, but was enthusiastic in diving into Buck’s psyche; always asking for more, more, more. 

It seemed Tommy was not as tired as he let on because, within the blink of an eye, he had rolled onto his back and had Buck gathered up in his arms. Their bodies were pressed together from head to foot and Buck reveled in the gluttonous sensation of so much skin-to-skin contact. The combined heat of their bodies was an inferno unto itself as it burned and burned. Buck basked in its dizzying glow. 

Like a brand, Tommy pressed his lips to Buck’s temple. Buck hummed contentedly as he burrowed further into Tommy, his earlier exhaustion creeping in as sleep tugged persistently on his drooping eyelids. 

“Sleep now,” Tommy whispered, already halfway there himself. “I made coffee for later. And chili.”

“Can’t wait,” Buck replied. He couldn’t wait for all of it. The coffee. The chili. The cornbread. The upcoming four days spent together. The weekend trip to Napa Valley that was planned for next month. Thanksgiving. Christmas. New Year’s Eve. 

The rest of their lives. Together. 

Buck slid his head down Tommy’s chest until his ear was fitted over the steadfast heartbeat reverberating from within. 

Thump—thump—thump. 

The most beautiful sound in the world. 

And so together, they slept. 

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I hope I’m not weird or offensive for thinking this that Oz and the GoL relationship has abuse undertones. I go as far as it reminding me of sexual violence. The violation of bodily autonomy, lack of informed consent, using someone else’s body for one’s personal use, sense of domination from the perpetrator, the victim having a fucked sense of self and self-hatred. The GoL is also Salem’s abuser who violated her autonomy and consent so it’s not out of character for him. RWBY has handled similar topics like Adam and Blake so it’s not like uncharted territory. I even seen ppl claim that the Curious Cat has similar undertones considering what they did to Neo.

"undertones"--even in the extremely biased narration of the lost fable, jinn, telling the story as ozpin understands it, draws an overt equivalency between the god of light and SALEM'S FATHER. you know,

What more could a man want? Just one thing: a son and heir. When his wife became pregnant, the whole castle rejoiced. But soon the lord’s fortune reversed. His beloved fell ill, gave birth to a baby girl, and lost her own life in the process. The lord locked his daughter in the highest tower of the castle and retreated to his chambers to grieve. Only he and the girl’s nanny were allowed in or out of her tower room, on punishment of death. Many weeks passed before the lord visited his baby girl for the first time, and he refused to hold her no matter how much the nanny encouraged or even begged him to. Over the years, his daily visits grew shorter. Then they became visits two or three times a week. By his daughter’s eleventh birthday, he was visiting only once a week. “Why must I stay in this tower?” the girl would ask him. “I am protecting you from anything or anyone that might harm you. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I could not bear to lose you.” He brought her food and presents: dresses and hairpins, brushes and dolls, but nothing that she could use against him or to take her own life. [...] Meanwhile, miserable and alone, the lord’s sorrow gradually twisted into resentment. He raged against the unfairness of the gods and took out his anger on his staff. He became obsessed with increasing his wealth, as if money could replace the love of his life, increasing land taxes on his tenants and cutting his staff’s wages. Paranoid about losing all he cherished, he dismissed half of his servants and replaced them with trained soldiers to protect his riches and defend his castle. By the girl’s sixteenth birthday, the king was visiting only once a month, whenever the whole moon was visible from her tower window. “This was your mother’s favorite place in the castle,” he told the girl. “She loved gazing out that window.” “And now it is my prison,” the girl said. “You aren’t my prisoner. You’re my daughter.” “Then let me go,” she begged. “I cannot. Someone would abduct you and demand a ransom,” the lord said. “Or worse.” But the girl realized that the lord did not love her as a parent loves a child. Rather, he thought of her as just one of his treasures, to be jealously hoarded like his gold and jewels. […] “What is it?” the knight asked. “What else would make you happy, my dear?” Freedom, she thought. But she bit back the word, for that kind of talk made him angry and violent.

the man who was so viciously abusive that this is how ozpin depicted him in a sanitized fairytale account of what happened.

note, for emphasis, that by the time salem was eleven she was so actively suicidal that her father had to vet every object that went into her room against the risk that she might try to kill herself with it, and he didn't care.

ozma modeled beacon academy after salem's father's castle and put the headmaster's office at the top of the tower—in her cell. whether or not he could actually articulate this feeling consciously, deep down he regards the god of light as an abusive parent too powerful to defeat or escape. and we have seen, with light, that he becomes angry and violent whenever something doesn't go his way and that his immediate, first reaction to one of his creations doing anything he doesn't approve is brutal murder. he tears jabber apart, incinerates ozma, bites salem, shrugs when his brother vaporizes mankind. his ultimatum for remnant is "obey me or die." there's no undertones he is explicitly abusive toward everyone he comes into contact with including his brother.

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Lol the discussion on that scenario post was wild bc lmao wdym tp!reader got pregnant again a few weeks later after giving birth to her first kid??? 💀💀💀Now i know jinwoo can’t keep it in his pants based on a few risky chapters we’ve had so far and I doubt tp!reader deny him sex during her pregnancy (those two are built different too so…) and our man is an considerate husband and may be aware that she just gave birth not long ago but imagine when she had to breastfeed a hungry tpau!suho right next jinwoo and like a horndog he was, got aroused at the sight and “accidentally” brushed at her breast in an attempt to “help”. Tp!reader was appalled bc no baby is right here mister😠put that hand way or so help me 👊👊👊💥💥💥. I know this guy got mad baby fever for a long while.

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At that point, it’s not just a fever—it’s just one symptom to a full-blown personal pandemic. Down bad? Considering who he’s married to? Yeah, no way he’s ever getting over it.

The man is literally the concept of death itself (dear novel readers, correct me if I'm wrong), but the second he sees TP!Reader nursing their newborn child, in a nutshell explanation: his brain does a factory reset straight to must bring another life with wife.

My good Sir, can you let her be the mother of your child for five minutes before remembering she’s also your wife???

But hey, TP!Reader is his partner. It might seem to be such a simple world, but it is everything considering what they went through before and after together. What she have done for him and what he have done for her, in the past, present, and future, all will be revealed in the mainstory.

When the time came that they’re actually married? Yeah, no, that leash of restraint snapped ages ago. Is Jinwoo going to be the type to wake up every day in awe like, “She’s real. She’s mine. And she’s right there.”? Finding excuses to touch? 🤔

And look, TP!Reader knows what she married into at that point. She knew exactly what this man was like. If there’s anyone who understands just how deep his obsession runs, it’s her. She’s read the original version of him, and she knows that the Jinwoo she ended up with is one who fell so completely that there’s no pulling him back. She chose this life this time, and she’s the only one who can handle him in the end.

But even she wasn’t prepared for the actual statistical impossibility. Miracles aren’t supposed to happen twice, but apparently, being crazy about your wife does increase the odds. Like, against all odds, the universe was just like, “Y’know what? Let’s throw in another one.” (I'm saying this knowing I'm guilty as charged 😌)

Did TP!Reader expected this to happen at some point, even just a little? Maybe. But the absurdness of it all will never cease to exist.

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Shadow Company OC #2

Talofa everyone! I proudly would like to share another masterpiece that I got from @temeyes! Another Art Commission that I have requested from her! But before I showed this to you. I know most of you already know that OCs aren't Canon Characters. Even When making an OC that is like CHILDREN for the Canon Characters. Which it's FINE! And awesome too! Love those kinds of OCs that are connected with the Canons.

But this one is a bit different for me. Because the OC that I'm going to show you is actually related to the Canon who is like BLOOD SIBLING likes. And I gotta tell you. There are some online 'friends' that I've made a long time ago (I cut them off since they were complaining too much about how I made my OCs). That they were not very thrilled with how I made my OCs who are BLOOD RELATED to the family, like being siblings or cousins. Instead of putting my OCs as being the future CHILDREN. It kinda really put me down that I started to erase those OCs and just never mention them again.

It kinda hurts me sometimes and it's hard for me to make some OCs again. But after a few years, my OTHER good online friend, which is @forestgreenbunny, showed me the COD MW2. I have been so obsessed with it that I started to make OCs from it. And when I saw Graves on screen and watched him how he acted in every single scene. I just started to have an idea of giving him a sibling. The one who he will spoil rotten with! But…it started to taunt me again about my past experience showing someone my ideas. Except Bunny here had always shared me with their OCs so I thought that I could show her mine. And she had made me happy about it because she likes the ideas of having the OCs actually related to the Canon characters. Just need to make sure to let everyone know about it.

So...if you guys are interested. Here is my Shadow Company OC! Everyone! I would like for you to meet Graves's Sister!

Lieutenant Callie "Snipe" Graves!

One of the members of the Shadow Company and also Commander Graves's sister!

Before I continue on with this. How old do you guys think she is huh? Lol.

Anyway, Callie has the same personality as her older brother and she always admired him the most. From her childhood, she always looked up to him and wanted to be like him as well. She also saw him as their father's favorite. She doesn't pay much attention to it as she was focusing on being just like Phillip.

She had also wanted her father's attention but didn't get any for some reason. It upsets her most of the time but she forgets about it when Phillip came in and gave HIS attention to her instead. She loved her older brother and would follow him all the way till the end.

So she went with him to join the Marines Corps and later on joined in the Shadow Company. You could imagine that Phillip and Callie are like the most obnoxious duo in this world. Cocky enough to now care for ANYTHING or ANYONE. And will always get the things that they wanted.

You can say that Phillip's attitude had really become bad intentions for Callie. But she doesn't care. As long as she stays with her brother. Everything will be hell of a life! So thank you guys for reading this far! And want to let everyone know that Tim here is still open for Commission! So if you're interested, take a look through here to see the price of it! And give her your GREAT support! Love ya, peles! 😘❤️

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Hey am a big fan of your writing especially the record of ragnarok ones do you think you could do ror hades and maybe other characters with a singer reader who's like Betty boop ?

Sure!

Hades/Apollo/Ares x Betty Boop!Reader

Hades

• Hades and reader probably met, ironically, through Zeus. I honestly don't think Hades is a fan of extravagant entertainment, so reader's singing caught his attention the most.

• Reader was probably dancing and singing in her own world (not even paying attention to her surroundings) when she realized she had company.

• This ended up becoming a routine for both of them, although reader was originally a little intimidated by the idea that she had to perform for Hades, over time she became more confident, even feeling happy to have caught his attention (especially considering that she was basically ignored by the rest of the gods).

• If we're talking about a relationship, reader honestly has her life figured out.

• Reader probably still sings for others from time to time, but her favorite place to sing is when she and Hades are alone in the throne room (because of the echo), they even dance a little waltz together.

• I like to think of this reader as a nymph (due to several things they has in common with Betty), so she doesn't have a sense of modesty beyond the basics of not walking around naked, which makes her an easy target for pervert people. But there's nothing to worry about! Hades is more than happy to scare away anyone who has intentions of going too far with reader.

• Hades can't really get mad at reader for that, though, he finds it adorable for how innocent she is, and that very innocence can sometimes get her into trouble, but gods, how he loves her.

• (additional note, HADES, KEEP ZEUS AWAY FROM READER)

• Sometimes reader enjoys singing alone, but the echo in the palace is brutal (that, and gods have enhanced senses), so it's easy for Hades to just go by the tunes and find reader. He likes to just look at her when he thinks no one else is. There's also a good chance he'll applaud her when she's done just to see her blush. How cute.

• Everyone in Hades' palace is now used to hearing singing coming from all directions, from his room, the throne room, the hallways, etc. It's not uncommon for the servants to be humming along afterwards.

• Hades is the type of partner who likes to embarrass reader a little, just because of how adorable she looks when she asks him for certain things (to speak louder, to repeat things), and he finds it funny if she responds violently (feather swipes for him), which will probably end in a bear hug from him. WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE SO CUTE?!

• Hades definitely likes to daydream about what it would be like if reader, instead of singing to other people or to him, sang to their future children. It's something that's becoming more recurrent than he'd like to admit.

• Luckily, they have all the time in the world to enjoy a few more tunes on their own before expanding the family, so enjoy it.

Apollo

• Apollo definitely met Reader at one of his temples! He is the god of music and the arts after all.

• There were probably a few times when Apollo went to this particular temple and would see that there were worshipers who just didn't show up, which was... fine. Until more of them started to not show up.

• And a rumor reached Apollo's ears (not at all because he was listening to someone else's conversation) that this was because of one of the priestesses, who had an inherently heavenly voice. Scuff, yes, of course.

• I'll be honest, at first Apollo probably thought about going to cast a plague on Reader if it weren't for the fact that he found her physically beautiful.

• Not only that, but when he heard her sing, it was definitely understood because mortals considered her a divinity, her voice was beautiful.

• And obviously, if there's something Apollo can't have for himself, he'll take it.

• Probably the one who took the longest to conquer reader because of his egocentric personality. The poor reader ran away from him faster than Daphne.

• But as the saying goes, he who perseveres triumphs. And somehow the angel who is a reader ended up agreeing to be with him. Much to everyone's surprise (and disappointment).

• Honestly, at first the relationship feels merely superficial, precisely because Apollo sees reader as some kind of trophy (AT BEGINNING). So they didn't interact much, or when they did it was Lovebombing.

• However, after a few weeks of interacting with reader, Apollo ends up surprising herself thinking about her when she sees something she KNOWS she would like, or when she ends up humming some melody composed by reader, among other things.

• She basically realizes "oh, I screwed up with this person" and sets out to fix it (in the only way he knows how).

• Apollo shows affection mainly through material things, that's kind of obvious. However, with this specific type of reader who is an artist like him, I think his gifts would be more based on poems, songs, art supplies, etc.

• It's his way of giving reader something she likes AND so he has an excuse to spend time with her.

• When Apollo is stressed about something (be it something like he stained his clothes, someone made him angry, etc) he demands reader sing to calm him down, preferably while he's lying on her lap. It works 9/10 times.

• Apollo is a HUGE fan of reader wearing sexier clothes, though he's definitely also in favor of blinding anyone who stares at her, which ends up with reader being both feared and respected by Apollo's entire fan base.

• Apollo likes to do reader's makeup, whether it's for a normal day or an important meeting, even before their fight, it's a kind of ritual he never misses. Sometimes he tries a more subtle makeup, other times he uses colors that represent him, others more exaggerated, but he always does it (CHANGE MY MIND, and he starts pouting if the reader does it without him)

• Two very different types of artists.

Ares

• My god, this Ares is a cinnamon bun. How is there so little footage of him?

• Where was i.

• I can see Ares meeting reader at some party with his father.

• While he was giving his opinion on some general aspects of the party to his father (who wasn't even paying attention to him--) that's when he SAW HER.

• Dancing carefree, singing with a melodious voice, in a (rather) short dress, there was the most beautiful woman Ares had ever seen (it was love at first sight).

• And Zeus, being the piece of shit that he is, upon realizing that Ares was staring at a pretty young girl, had no better idea than to try to talk to her-

• Fortunately for everyone, reader was terrified when this cheeky old man approached her, and in an attempt to escape from him, she hid behind Ares so that he would keep her away.

• At that moment, Ares got to know a little part of life, called happiness.

• Ares is much more shy than he would like with reader, precisely because he never really learned how to do things related to a serious relationship (not from his father at least) but he does the best he can!

• He can't help but turn red whenever reader gets too close to him, especially when she's wearing very low-cut dresses. He's a gentleman and tries to look away RESPECTFULLY, but reader genuinely doesn't understand what's wrong and tries to make him look at her to tell her.

• Ares tries to make the typical romantic gestures (of which he asks advice from people other than his father, like Aphrodite and Hermes), like bringing flowers to reader after a performance, inviting her to have tea with him, etc. All with his face steaming and red up to his neck.

• If we're talking about a current relationship, reader is guaranteed the Scary Dog Privilege. Even if this Ares isn't half as bloodthirsty as people think, he can use his intimidating appearance to ward off the perverts that reader constantly runs into, being something of a bodyguard.

• He doesn't understand much, about many things, but one thing he does understand is that reader has a beautiful voice, which brings him back to reality and at the same time makes him feel like he's dreaming, he really likes reader singing before sleeping. Non-ironically, he can fall asleep when she sings. It's just so relaxing…

• At least he doesn't turn red anymore about revealing clothes, but he definitely lends his cape to reader sometimes when they're going out in public, ESPECIALLY if Zeus is with them. He respects his father, but he DEFINITELY doesn't trust him with his partner. Ever.

• Ares might even end up learning several things related to music and dancing just because of his relationship with reader! She mentions some fun facts in passing, but Ares ends up storing them in his brain for no reason. At least now he doesn't seem so out of step with Hermes.

• Overall, a great teddy bear.

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