#but even in its best moments it never managed to capture me completely

[mikimeiko]

The Last of Us | Season 1 (2023), Craig Mazin and Neil Druckmann

[ririblogsss]

what if Danny give no fu-ks

Ok hear me out, Dannys obsession has never truest been confirmed by the show itself (that I remember) I've seen a lot of people say his obsession comes from wanting to help / protect people. But what if he feels as though that he is now doing more damage than good, after all there are a lot of people getting hurt as colateral damage from the chases he has to go on. Or simply when he has to run away from getting captured.

What if one night he was up late and saw a post about a tragedy that happened because he slipped up (it wasn't even his fault, but he still blames himself for everything). And then he starts looking at all the bad comments against him ignoring all the good ones saying how much Danny Phantom has helped Amity. Because Danny is still human and confirmation bias is real. Imagine how he felt the moment he realized that he was causing people to get hurt instead of keeping them save.

Image the desperation clawing at him with the realization that he has never been able to fully manage his obsession. it makes him sad, desperate, angry.

His entire self is filled with too many emotions at the sametime he isn't even able to identify them and catalogue them properly like Jazz taught him.

and then everything stops and he feels nothing.

Completely and utterly numb.

Like his whole reason to keep going suddenly disappears.

And it has.

He gave up on his obsession and now he has to make / get a new one.

But it's not that easy.

This drastic change could've ended any ghost as they run on (live off) emotions.

Luckily because he's a Halfa, so that has given him the upper hand. Unfortunately it makes it so that he is completely devoid of any emotion.

Months go by and people immediately notice changes, the more drastic one is that Phantom went missing, and eventually a lot of ghost that where coming in looking for him stop. Amity Park is no longer populated by ghosts, and slowly the GIW started to retreat from Amity going to another place following a lead that says there are more ghost activities up north.

But those changes aren't the only ones noticeable. Dannys classmates and teachers can vouch that Danny has changed. Most say he was always quite , and others say he looked down right depressed. Danny didn't do much in classes not that he paid attention before. Its just this time it seems that its not out of being sleepy or anxious about another ghost attacking the school instead Danny looks like he coundn't give less of a fu-k about anything.

He never smiles anymore not even when his favorite subjects (mechanics and space) are brought up. Not even a quirk of a smile. The school decided to contact his parents about Dannys new behaviors. That includes skipping classes, not handing in work, not doing the assigned work in class ect....

And its not like his parents havent noticed, they've had more time in their hands since they aren't using hours of the day/night going out hunting anymore. and they have witnessed their son become a shell of himself. They don't know what to do, and they don't want to worry Jazz about it because she's at collage and needs to focus on her studies.

So when the school contact them and told them that the behavior is the same in school they decided major changes needed to happen. Starting with a change of environment.

Maddie and Jack decided that Amity park was too big of a city with too many people. They could nearly see the stars at night because of the light pollution, hence they decided to move next door to Alicia, Maddie sister, home in SmallVille.

They decided it was the best choice, Danny would be surrounded by nature and he could do online classes that would go the pace he wanted. The move was immediate, the day off they packed everything sold the house and moved.

They only stopped to say goodbye to Danny's friends. A small bye and hug later they were on a 7 hour road trip to their new home.

When they got there the old resident handed them the keys of the home and told them to ignore the their neighbors 'The Kents' as they often made a lot of noice and had group gatherings every month.

The one thing Jack and Maddie forgot to double check was if the house was an actual house or a farm house. Sounds similar, but completely different as they now had 2 cows, 16 chickens, 1 rooster, and 3 pigs to take care off.

Danny was put on duty of taking care of the animals, such as feeding them on time and making sure they were healthy. Jack and Maddie made more of the heavy weight as to re building broken fences and fixing the questionable roof.

(The first thing Danny did when meeting all the animals was name them. After all this was about all the interaction he was going to do.)

Danny didn't have time to think about his lost obsession or his lack of emotions as he was now too busy making sure each animal was taken care off.

Marcy and linda (the cows) were danny's favorite they were very gentle and he felt that they could understand him when he spoke to them the stories of his vigilante past.

On the other hand The Chickens were a nightmare, Glinda was cool as she never chased him down. But Matilda and Bethany were a nightmarish duo spiteful too when he was seconds late to the finding time. Mark the rooster was chill he mainly acted as of he was part of the group that needed protection.

Marice, Betty, and Miss Piggy were the chillest of the bunch never gave Danny any trouble when feeding them and always made a point that they loved their new mudbath installation that Danny made for them on his first 2 days on the farm.

A month after arriving at the farm house Danny noticed that mark was missing. Danny looked everywhere around the property and saw him from afar, at the road. So Danny did the sensible thing anyone would do when spotting a run away pet, and that is call their name at the top of your lungs whilst running after them.

naturally Mark the escape artist run the opposite direction. By the time Danny caught up to him Danny didn't recognize the house he was infant off. So with Mark comfortably in his arms He swears he can see a smug look on marks face. Danny turned away from the house to start his walk back to the farm, but he was met with a kid his age looking at him with distrust.

"Ehhh look kid Im sorry to have crossed the properties border but Mark here" Danny made a point to acentuate Mark in his arms "Runaway from me this morning and I've been trying to catch him ever since, anyways I need to go feed the girls"

The kid starred at him for a second "OMG your from the new family in Mr.duncans farm right? in Aver ST.?" and wow the kid was like a ray of sunshine.

"Yea-" Danny could even finish his sentence before the kid cut him off by starting to talk a mile a minute about how he was so exited to meet people his age that lived near by and how farm chores were harder that normal house chores.

"Jon, give him time to respond. Im Damian this is Jon" Danny jumped he hadn't noticed the second kid at all

"Oh yeah... sorry about that what's your name?" The kid (Jon) slightly less enthusiasm, a bit embarrassed if his tone of voice was anything to get by.

"Danny, Im 15" he responded before he started walking away after all he did need to get in time to feed the chickens unless he wants to suffer their furry. Danny shuddered at the memory that popped up in his head.

"Wait!!! I just thought we could be friends cause we live close by u know" Jon said catching up with Dannys steps. Damian was following from behind.

"Sure kid I don't care" Dannys voice was monotone much like it had been for months.

"Hey were not kids for your information, Im 14 and Damians 16 soon to be 17, so if anything you night be the actual kid!" Danny chuckled slightly it was more similar to releasing air from his lips than a laugh.

Soon a quite and enjoyable science encompassed the group as they went to Dannys home.

"Hmm... you're hold on Mark is adequate and the your determination for getting home in time for feeding is acceptable" Damian spoke up after a while of the passive silence.

"yeah and what is It to you" Danny was slightly urked by Damians default setting speach. He told him as such.

Jon blanched before erupting into giggles that sent him to lay down on the grass uncontrollably laughing. Damians right eyebrow quirked up in what Danny assumed was amusement.

Thus a new friendship grew that day.

They often gathered at Dannys or Jons yard to have picnic in the weekends (as Damian and Jon has school in Metropolis on week days) and hangout with the animals. Danny found out that Damian was a vegetarian and that he had various animals at home. One time he brought his Great Dane Titus, who bodied Danny on sight to give him kisses.

Also Damian was Damian Wayne as in bruce Wayne, Batman sugar daddy. When he said that, Jons milk flew out of his nose and Damian choked on his cucumber wrap. Even Titus gave him a judgemental stare.

Slowly Danny started to smile more, laugh every so often. And things were feeling so much better after not being able to feel anything for a while.

Jazz, Aunt Alicia and especially Maddie and Jack felt so relived to see that Danny was slowly coming back to them.

Danny to this day backs the fact that Mark knew something and planned the whole thing.

[ponderingmoonlight]

I'd love Obanai + Sanemi saving reader from a demon (like in the first episode??) You are awesome, thanks!

This escalated so quick damn, but hey, there you have a full on fic hehe - hope you enjoy <3

Sanemi saving your ass even if you don't want to

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: You knew what you got yourself into when you let a demon capture you instead of your beloved friend. Little did you know that help already arrived, viewing you as nothing but a damsel in distress until suddenly, you turn into much more...

Warnings: (y/n) fell but I fell harder, just saw the movie and it's so AHHH, honestly Sameni's voice is so mezmerizing omg, however this includes violence and language, might incluce spoilers for the movie but if you haven't seen it already you don't know what's going on anyway lol, like all my demon slayer fanfics this includes ai pics of reader so if this doesn't sit right with you, I'd suggest to not read it

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED MORE SANEMI CONTENT

Your dirty cold feet pound against the muddy floor, haunted eyes darted towards nothing but sheer darkness. You still don’t know how you managed to keep the demon from kidnapping your best friend, how you’re still alive when at this very moment, this frightful creature his hunting you down like its prey.

So many innocent young women, one after another disappeared from your village nearby. Why did you never even think about the possibility that you or even worse, a person you love could be next?

Not until now. Not until you stared into the demon’s stone-cold red orbs when it began to run after you. Not until you were the one threatened to get eaten alive.

“Run! Run and don’t look back!”

“But (y/n), you’ll get killed-“

“I won’t. Leave it to me, tell everyone to lock their doors, just don’t come back!”, you screamed on top of your lungs.

“I’m getting impatient, stupid girl. You know you will get killed, right?”

Blood rushed through your ears, body threatened to fail you.

“If you want to kill me you have to get me first, stupid demon.”

How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? You lost track of time completely with your body screaming, begging you to stop and take a break. The bitter taste of iron covers your whole mouth, blood sticks to your new Yukata like a second skin. Your mother will completely lose it when she sees the crimson discolouring on the white fabric.

“I’m having enough.”

If you ever see her again.

With a swift motion, the demon swings you over his shoulder, his claws digging into your flesh so roughly that you cry out. No, this can’t be the end. You can’t allow yourself to die like this: in the arms of a demon, without even fighting back. No one ever told you what to do, you were always able to stand up for yourself. Today will be no exception. Even if you get killed, you will fight back with everything you have.

“Shinazugawa…Something’s not right.”

Sanemi can’t help but look around, eyes meeting the countless demons around him. What the hell is this place?

“Yeah, I don’t like this, either. I’ve never seen demons swarming around like this.”

“Let me go!”, you yell, fist banging roughly against the creatures’ back while it drags you into what looks like a haunted mansion.

Your eyes widen when you feel multiple pairs of red orbs laying on your body.

“Demon slayers…”, you hear your kidnapper hiss through gritted teeth, turning his head over his shoulder.

Demon slayers? You’ve heard of them before, how they behead every demon coming their way, how desperately they fight for humanity. But…where were these demon slayers when all the girls from your village got kidnapped? Where are they when you need them the most? How absoluteley useless.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Is it the anger, the grief? With a rapid motion, you dig your nails into the eyes of the demon until he lets you fall to the ground abruptly, groaning out in visible pain.

Everything hurts, a trail of blood follows you as you drag your body against a rotten wall. You feel your body giving in, all the stress, agony and exhaustion rushing over you like a wave. But no, you can’t give up right now. Not when there’s still a slight chance for you to survive.

“You little bitch. Eat her, I will leave and get her little friend.”

Suddenly, the urge to puke becomes almost unbearable. Countless demons come near you, their teeth exposed to the harsh moonlight. No, this is not how you want to end. You can’t die getting eaten alive by these creatures. But what else are you supposed to do? There is no way out of this living hell.

Except for the destroyed window a few steps away. This is your only chance. You drag yourself up, sprint over the rotten wood underneath your naked feet and jump.

Floors into the depths.

Away from the demons, into another certain death.

“Where is the girl?”, Sanemi questions harshly, sword oh so ready to behead that bastard of a demon in front of him while heading down.

Screw this strange place and the countless demons around him, he needs to find you, needs to carry you into safety.

“The girl? She jumped out of a window in order to safe herself. She’s probably dead by now.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t knew he was holding, blank eyes staring at the stone ground his blade has crashed instead of the demon. What was this place?

No, he can’t think about this right now. As fast as his body carries him, he gets out of that cursed mansion, eyes instantly finding your falling body.

Only metres away from crushing into the ground.

Oh, how much you wished it wouldn’t end like this. But maybe this was everything you could do, dying like this is still better than getting eaten up by a demon. Where are those demon slayers? You close your tired lids, enjoy the weightlessness for a brief second. It doesn’t matter now. Hopefully, the demon is long dead before you. At least you're dragging his ass with you…

“Hey, you aren’t dead, are ya?”

That voice…A male voice, without any doubt. So harsh and tempting at the same time that you can’t help but open your eyes in confusion.

Only to be met by purple ones. Male ones, to be exact. Are those...his arms wrapped around your trembling body?

“Let me go!”, you shriek.

It seems like all power that left your body appeared again while you miserably try to fight yourself out of his arms. Who is this man? Another demon, maybe?

“I won’t let you eat me!”

“Eating you? Are you dumb, woman? I’m a demon slayer”, the man in front of you barks, his hands roughly holding onto your arms in order to stop you from hitting him again.

“A demon slayer?” you repeat.

“Yeah, the wind hashira to be exact.”

Your gaze falls from his face to his exposed chest, his toned abs. He breathes heave while still holding onto your arms. Suddenly you feel so…hot.

“You are a demon slayer.”

With a swift motion, you free one of your hands and slap him so hard that he sees stars.

“It sure took you some time to get here! What about all the other women who died here, the countless young girls that were killed by demons you did nothing about? Why did you save me!?”

“I’m wondering that too”, Sanemi mutters under his breath.

Did you actually go inane? The way you look at him with your eyes completely furious, face and yukata smeared in your own blood. You can’t be serious about that, right?

“You should be thankful”, he finally hisses.

“Thankful!? YOU should be sorry!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for saving you…you…you ungrateful thing!”

“I could have saved myself”, you argue.

“Oh, is that so?”

No, absolutely not. You would have died if it wasn’t for the wind hashira.

“Everything was under control”, you snap at him.

Nothing was under control. This was your last way out of your misery.

“Is it so hard to just be thankful?”, he argues.

“Who’s your new friend, Shinazugawa?”

“We aren’t friends”, both of you reply at once.

Your heavy breath hangs in the air, hands still clenched into fists. Deep down you know how wrong it is to snap at him, that the demon slayer corps aren’t responsible for the countless lives the demons took in this area. But still…Why does it have to be you they saved? Why not the girl next door who would have married the next day or the girl that was supposed to leave only days after she got killed? It’s not fair, it’s not enough, it’s-

You take a heavy step back when your vision starts to get foggy.

“I won’t catch that brat if she faints now”, the wind hashira grumbles.

“We both know you will.”

The last thing you see are his purple eyes before you fall straight into deep darkness.

-a few days later-

“She’s awake now, Shinazugawa. And she asked for you.”

He hates the way his heart skips a beat by hearing those innocent words from Shinobu. You didn’t leave his head. Despite the state of Oyakata-sama, despite the hashira training, despite the stinging fact that the king of demons himself will come for them, you were always on his mind. You, with your strong but feminine eyes. You, who jumped out of a window into certain death only to keep your body away from the mouths of these demons. You, who straight up slapped him. Was it your attitude that caught him off guard? He never experienced a woman saved by him being this ungrateful. Aren’t you aware of the fact that you would have died that night if it wasn’t for him?

“What do you want, brat?”

His words come out harsher than anticipated while your sight simply takes his breath away. Since he can remember, Sanemi was never interested in any women romantically. No, love is nothing but weakness, women mean nothing but trouble. But even though you glare at him with venomous eyes the second he enters the room, he can’t help but feel drawn towards you.  

“You’re a hashira, right?”

Your words sound just as harsh as his, your gaze meeting his with so much strength that it is him who starts to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I already told you that-“

“Train me”, you interrupt him.

“I want to become a demon slayer and kick your ass.”

“You, kicking my ass?”

You grab the fabric of his uniform so roughly that he isn’t able to react, suddenly so close to you that he can feel the heat radiating from your body.

“Train me.”

“Fine brat. I’ll train you. But don’t think I’ll go easy on your ass.”

-bonus-

“Try to keep up, (y/n).”

His katana clashes into yours over and over, makes it hard to stand your ground. But still you fight back, your hands holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. You just have to win. There is absolutely no way you’ll lose against your master again.

Especially since he’s your lover.

“Are you tired yet?”, he teases you with a smirk.

“Absolutely not”, you press out while dodging another hit just in time.

This won’t help. If you continue to fight like this, he’ll sweep you off your feet like all these countless times before. But what are you supposed to do? It almost seems as if Sanemi has no weakness.

Except you.

“But you’ll be when I’m done”, you purr.

That sudden change of mood catches him completely off guard, forces him to hesitate for the split of a second.

Enough for you to sweep him off his feet, your body resting on top of his while your blade hangs into his face.

“I won”, you announce triumphally.

“You cheated”, he protests underneath you.

“Demons play dirty as well. You need to be prepared for everything-“

All it takes his one swift motion for him to position himself on top of you, body forcing you onto the ground before you’re able to catch a breath.

“Imma show you how dirty playing really works, then.”

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[callmeagardengnome]

˚ʚ paint my world ɞ˚ | SONG MINGI

pairings ᯓ idol!mingi x painter! fem!reader

genre ᯓ soulmate au, one-shot

synopsis ᯓ you’ve been seeing in black and white for all your life - until a popular idol comes in and changes things

w.c ᯓ 2.7k

author’s note: make sure to like and repost!!

not proofread!

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blue. you’ve never seen blue before.

you stood in front of the clothing rack in shock, trying to process what you were looking at.

from the moment you were born, you were cursed by your soulmark. colour was something that was foreign to you, something that didn’t seem real. you never understood why your friends would fight over certain crayons or when people looked up to the sky, admiring its beauty - it all looked the same to you.

as depressing as it sounds, seeing in black and white wasn’t too bad. you weren’t distracted by the things around you and you could actually focus in school for the most part.

sure, you had a few awkward moments. like when you wore a completely mismatched outfit - highlighter yellow shirt paired with murky orange pants and pastel pink shoes. if anything, it taught you a learning lesson to always ask your parents for fashion advice.

ironically, you became a painter after you graduated. you were always a creative kid and being colourblind wasn’t going to hold you back from releasing your works into the universe.

you slowly rose to fame, with your artworks capturing the eyes of millions around the world. you even managed to earn a lot of money from it, leading you to buy more supplies for your job.

you stood up from your chair, cracking your back. you’ve been working on this certain art piece for at least 7 hours and you decided to finally take a break. it’s been a while since you’ve painted - you took a short holiday to one of your favourite countries which led you to forget the long hours of sitting down.

you reached for your phone, dialling your best friend’s number.

“hello?” your best friend’s voice echoed in the room.

“i’m boredd,” you groaned out, flopping onto your bed. “can we do something?”

she chuckled. “i’m guessing you’re done painting?”

“i’m taking a break,” you said, shifting, making yourself more comfortable.

“if you want, i can pick you up and we can go shopping?” your best friend suggested, her voice sounding more excited.

“you know me so well,” you replied, hanging up almost immediately. you ran to your closet and picked out a simple outfit, one that you knew matched each other.

you scrolled through your phone, waiting for your best friend to text you. when she finally came to pick you up, the both of you went to your favourite shopping centre, looking at the different stores.

that was what led you to.. blue? pink? yellow?

in all honesty, you had no idea of what colour you were looking at. when your best friend decided to stop at a random clothing store, you thought that it wouldn’t hurt to look around a little bit. while she was in the women’s section, you went over to the men’s section - you never know if they have better clothes.

you browsed through the selection of clothes mindlessly until a shirt caught your eye. “ayo what-“

you went closer to the shirt, one that stood out in a vibrant colour against the monochrome background. you touched the sleeves, the material. it was alien to you. for all of your life, everything was in greyscale. you’ve never seen anything as bright, or beautiful as this shirt that was in front you. you took a moment to inspect the shirt, wanting to imprint the colour into your mind. after all, you never know the next time you would see actual colour.

“‘____’?”

you turned to look at your best friend, who stood a few steps away from you, looking confused.

“…are you okay?” she asked cautiously, not knowing why you looked so stunned.

“dude-“ you coughed out, glancing between the shirt and your best friend. “i can see colour.”

her jaw dropped. “wait- really? can you see the colour of my shoes?” she pointed at her shoes eagerly, nearly dropping the pile of clothes she was carrying.

“well- no..” you replied, disappointed. “but i can see the colour of this shirt..?”

“hm..” your best friend hummed, moving closer to you. she awkwardly reached into her pocket, before starting to google about your soulmark.

˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆˚ʚɞ ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

when mingi found out that ATEEZ was going on tour, he wasn’t exactly thrilled. of course, he was happy that he got to meet the international ATINY, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he couldn’t properly enjoy the trip.

to him, he didn’t really see the fun in leaving the country, or even going outside. everything looked the same to him. no matter what, he couldn’t see the true beauty of the things around him - so what was the point of feeling excited to go overseas?

mingi flinched when the lights shined intensely in the plane. he slept throughout the entire plane ride, not even bothering to look outside the windows. he absentmindedly followed his group, trailing behind everyone as they got off the plane.

“what..?” his thoughts echoed in his head as he looked around at the airport.

it was.. bright. unusually bright.

it was almost comical how bright the airport was - it even hurt his eyes. he had to blink a couple of times to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating.

he stopped following the group, taking in his surroundings. was this what normal people saw?

everything was so.. vibrant and bold. he couldn’t even comprehend that people could see this on the daily and not talk about it more. sure, he bumped into a few people by stopping suddenly, but that didn’t matter - in fact, nothing else mattered. mingi could see colour, and he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.

“dude are you okay?” yunho snapped his fingers in front of mingi, finally catching his attention.

mingi furrowed his eyebrows, hitting yunho’s hand away from his face. yunho looked at mingi, concerned. “we’ve been calling you for the past five minutes, why are you standing in the middle of nowhere?”

mingi turned away from yunho, shifting his eyes around the airport. “i can see colour.”

a collective ‘WHAT’ was heard from the group as they gathered around mingi, attacking him with questions.

“i don’t know, maybe this airport is just.. different?” mingi said, unsure.

“does that mean your soulmate is here?” wooyoung asked, looking at his members curiously.

“maybe,” seonghwa shrugged, typing in his phone. “i just googled it, apparently you can see colour of the objects your soulmate touches or the places they’ve been in often.”

yunho whistled. “that means your soulmate in the same city as us,” he said, nudging mingi.

mingi smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “how long are we staying here again?”

“..four days?”

“i only have four days to find my soulmate?” mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. “how am i supposed to do that?”

“i mean.. we have one rest day..?”

mingi groaned, his face in his hands. he was so caught up with the thought of finding his soulmate that tour completely left his mind. he had spent all of his life in black and white and he didn’t want to return back to that.

mingi asked his members to teach him the different colours. he ended up learning that colour can have different hues, brightness and he didn’t want to stop being surrounded by these colours.

unfortunately, they had to leave the airport due to their packed schedule. everything became ten times more boring. the cars passing by, the trees, the pavement, nothing interested him anymore.

his member’s obviously noticed his change in mood and did a small detour to a nearby shopping centre. they wandered around, going to different stores, looking at the different items the city had to offer.

mingi cheered up a bit when he entered a clothing store that was his style. he made a beeline to the men’s section and tried on a shirt that he liked. unluckily, his manager had to drag him to the car, preventing him from buying the shirt.

luckily for you though, fate brought you to the shirt. you unhooked it from the rack, bringing it closer to your face.

“what colour is this?” you asked your best friend.

“it’s blue,” she answered with a wide grin on her face, barely containing her excitement.

you nodded, unable to take your eyes off of the shirt. “where is blue found?”

“the sky,” she said eagerly. “the ocean too, it’s really beautiful.”

she added, “blue is normally used for sadness though. a lot of films portray it that way.”

you didn’t know that a beautiful colour like blue, could be associated with such a depressing emotion. it didn’t make sense to you.

however, you put off your feelings of confusion. now wasn’t the time to question these sorts of things. now was the time to find your soulmate.

˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆˚ʚɞ ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

it was day 3 of ATEEZ being in your city. with each day passing by, mingi felt more and more anxious. he hated the fact that he didn’t have time to find you and how he had to spend most of his time performing.

obviously, he was extremely grateful that he got to meet his fans, but there was a part of him that always felt irritated.

not only that, on the day that he was planning on resting, he got interrupted.

“shouldn’t you ask someone else?” mingi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“no one here likes art,” hongjoong groaned, sitting next to mingi. “i get that you’re colourblind but pleasee accompany me.”

hongjoong was begging mingi to follow him to an art museum. there was art exhibition going on that was intriguing to hongjoong - but unfortunately, was not interesting to his members. this led to hongjoong asking his colourblind member as a last resort to follow him to the museum.

“maybe you can find your soulmate there,” hongjoong mentioned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“i doubt it,” mingi scoffed. “but you know what? i’ll follow you.. cuz i’m a good friend.”

hongjoong rolled his eyes before running off to get ready for the art exhibition.

˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆˚ʚɞ ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

you looked at yourself in the mirror, debating what outfit to wear. should you go casual? formal? after a year of working on it, the launch of your art exhibition was finally here. it was an important milestone in your life and you did not want to mess it up.

you sighed, walking over to your closet. your eyes immediately landed on the vibrant blue shirt hanging on the side of your dull wardrobe. was this the right choice? it was a nice shirt, and it did feel nice to know what colour you were wearing for once.

after considering it, you grabbed the shirt from the rack and hurriedly put it on. you needed to make it to the museum quick - after all, you didn’t want to be late to such an important event.

you booked a taxi to the museum, going over to where your artworks were stationed. you looked at your art pieces in pride, unable to stop yourself from smiling wildly at them.

mingi and hongjoong reached the museum slightly later than they wanted to. they had to squeeze through the swarm of art enthusiasts crowding at the front of the exhibition.

when the two men finally reached the start of the exhibition, they’re eyes widened in shock. while hongjoong was impressed by your artistic talents, mingi’s jaw was on the ground for a different reason.

it was fully coloured.

he’s never seen a coloured picture before, let alone a painting. when he glanced over at the other art pieces, he noticed that they were too, coloured vividly.

“why- why is this coloured?” mingi muttered to himself, moving closer to the painting.

“you can see this?” hongjoong asked in surprise.

mingi nodded, walking over to another painting. “yeah.. all of the paintings actually.”

the two of them stood in silence, both thinking about what this could mean.

“dude- is the artist your soulmate?” hongjoong exclaimed, staring at mingi with wide eyes. “you can see colour of the objects your soulmate touch right?”

“uhuh..”

“you need to find her,” hongjoong said, squeezing mingi’s arm. “it’s the first day of the exhibition, she’s 100% here.”

mingi wasn’t prepared at all to meet you. the idea of even being in the same area as you terrified him. he was thinking about finding you on their last day in the city, he hadn’t even finished planning out what he wanted to say to you.

unfortunately, hongjoong pushed mingi away, forcing him to look for you.

mingi had zero clue of what you looked like - he had no idea of who he was looking for. after a while, he noticed that one of his shoe laces were untied and kneeled down to tie them. that was when he noticed something strange.

he saw blue-coloured footsteps littered all over the ground. he quickly stood up, looking around the room like a madman. at first, he was was searching for you without any real evidence of you being at the museum, but now, everything changed.

you were actually there, and he was going to do his best to find you.

as creepy as it sounds, mingi followed your footsteps, trying to trace where you were going. it was obvious that you were frantically running around the museum, for reasons that he did not know.

while mingi was trying his hardest to find you, you were trying your hardest to prevent any issues from happening. there had been certain entry problems or people requesting you to explain some of your artworks, which led you to scurry around the museum.

your eyes were glued to your clipboard that had all of the things you needed to take note of jotted down. you were so focused that you accidentally bumped into someone.

“sorry-“ you apologised quickly.

mingi picked up your clipboard and handed it to you. not expecting much of the interaction, he almost immediately moved away from you until.. you made eye contact.

the world around you seemed to stop.

the colours came in gradually at first - the blush of red in your cheeks, the rich colours in your eyes, the vibrant blue of your shirt. it was like the first brushstrokes of a painting, the colours spread and bloomed, saturating everything around you.

you blinked, staring at the man in front of you. the moment you locked eyes with him, you knew. he was the one - your missing piece. your soulmate.

“hey,” he spoke up, his deep voice surprising you slightly.

“hi..” you replied, barely above a whisper.

the both of you stood up, the universe revealing itself to you. for the first time, you saw the world in its true beauty - it was alive.

the museum held different hues, different shades of colours you could barely recognise, each colour filling you with a joy you didn’t know you could feel.

mingi smiled. “i can’t believe it,” he said softly. “it’s so.. beautiful.”

you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, your emotions bubbling to the surface. “it really is,” you said, unable to pull your gaze away from him.

mingi wiped the tear rolling down your face, pulling you closer to him.

“you’re so pretty..” he muttered, studying your face.

there was a pause - one that was comfortable. the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, not wanting to look away.

“can i try something?” mingi asked, tilting your jaw up.

your heart raced as a blush crept up to your cheeks. “sure,” you replied, feeling a flutter in your chest.

mingi leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to back away if you wanted to. but you didn’t. instead, you closed the distance between the two of you with your lips meeting in a tender kiss.

the world around you seem to overflow with colour, with the blue in your shirt mixing with the brown of his jacket. the colours in your paintings swirled, creating a beautiful illusion of contrast.

the both of you pulled back, smiling at each other. you saw his warm brown eyes, his hair and how his cheeks were dusted with a light pink.

“i’m so glad i found you,” he said, tracing his thumb across your jaw. “i don’t feel so blue anymore.”

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pull me out from the depths — anakin skywalker

summary — you were friends before the darkside enticed you. you meet again and are forced to come to terms with reality.

warnings — sith!fem!reader, fluff, mentions of violence, angst, jedi!anakin

requested by — anon <3

YOU REMEMBER IT SO CLEARLY, the day you let the dark side wrap its spindly fingers around your heart. you went from feeling powerless and insignificant to powerful and important. the pain that held residence in your soul was replaced by the soaring feeling of power. for a moment, you were unstoppable.

the jedi never fell to the hand of the chancellor, instead, he ran, escaping to a far-off planet to build his empire. he took you with him since you swore allegiance that day to the monster behind the curtain. as powerful and full as you felt, there was a void in your soul. before you accepted the dark side, you and anakin skywalker were friends. you trained together and completed campaigns together. except he was the chosen one, the one who was believed to destroy the sith. he was kind, and fearless, but had a gentle touch. you loved him, and it brought about your downfall.

you’ve had many encounters with your old friend since that day. lightsaber duels, harsh words, even barely missing each other whenever you were both on the same planet.

you were on the same planet now, and you were saber locked with the handsome jedi in front of you.

his saber was a bright blue against your angry red. your eyes bore into his, attempting to read his mind, get into his head a little, but you knew anakin. you knew he spent a long time putting up mental blocks so his mind couldn’t be read, you knew that he prided himself in the ability to ward off attacks on the mind. he was a strong warrior, but so were you.

“give up, skywalker, we all know you almost did,” your voice comes out as a hiss, pushing him off of you. you watched as he took a step back, and in that moment of vulnerability, you swung towards him, capturing his saber in another lock.

“i wasn’t the one who fell,” he seethed, using all of his strength to stay upright. he wouldn’t deny it; you’d gotten stronger. your hands wrung your saber as you bore down on him, your pain and your hatred a driving force for your duel. he hated to see it, he hated how much pain you were in and he didn’t even know it. you were right, though, anakin was tempted by the pleasures of the dark side, but he didn’t fall into them. you did, and his heart broke for you.

your sabers separated again, and you engaged in more of a duel. the loud crashing of sabers filled your head, pushing you forward. your steps were deliberate, filled with menace and malice. his were light, intent, and defensive in every step he took. your expression was wrung into anger and confusion, pain swimming in your eyes. memories flooded your mind as you swung at anakin, anger making your moves sloppy and predictable.

anakin swung, his saber crashing down on top of yours. you stumbled, losing your footing. you wouldn’t be seen as weak, you couldn’t. you pushed back, arms straining as you fought. you gritted your teeth, hissing through them as anakin’s strength prevailed.

“i don’t want to hurt you, y/n,” his voice came through like a whispering wind, warm and comforting. it was supposed to be inviting, and for a time it was, but times changed. you had changed.

“i don’t believe you,” you seethed. anakin bared his teeth, pushing you down. he wished he had the power to change fate, but he didn’t. no one did. your footing slipped, and you cast a glance down. fighting on the edge of a cliff wasn’t the best idea, especially when the depths below were welcoming you, beckoning you closer.

you answered that call once before.

you managed to gain your footing, only in time for anakin to crash his saber against yours, sending you backwards. the wind whipped around you, and with a final pull, you used the force to bring anakin with you. if you were going down, he was too. your heart was thudding in your ears, fear taking over your body. you watched as anakin fell, his expression laced with fear. he looked like a boy, someone who was vulnerable and needed to be cared for. in that moment, which you believed were your final moments, you caught a glimpse of what could have been. if you hadn’t fallen to the dark side, if you hadn’t fallen for the emperor’s tricks.

reality slammed into your chest, literally. your back slammed against the ground, knocking the wind out of you. as you choked on air, clawing at the air around you, you watched anakin hit the ground too. as breath filled your lungs again with a dramatic gasp, you gathered what little strength you had to sit up and look around. the night sky was littered with stars and two moons hung. a glow was cast on the beach, a whisper riding the wind across the sand. this was different. where were you?

“anakin?” you called out, panic rising in your tone. a very familiar tone, anakin would say. he looked around, the pain in his back spreading. he heard your voice, your tone flashing him back to a time where things were simpler. you were you, not contaminated by the dark side.

“i’m alive, thanks,” he stated, rolling onto his side. as he sat up, he watched you. he should be bitter, knowing your intent. you tried to kill him, taking him down with you.

you sat there in silence, your body relaxing into the sand. your eyes were cast out to the waters, watching as the glow of the moons rode the waves. it was mesmerizing and soothing, like ointment on a burn.

“why?” anakin asked you, bringing his eyes to look at you. your physical appearance changed, looking stronger and more menacing. your eyes weren’t the same beautiful color as they were before, instead an angry red color.

his question would haunt you for the rest of your life. you had your reasons and you thought they were good reasons.

“i had my reasons,” you stated plainly.

“what reasons? what was so important that you had to give up on the jedi and join him?” anakin argued, facing you now. he still sat away from you, making sure space was between you in case you got up and tried to kill him. again. he stunned you with his line of questioning; he made a valid point.

“i was powerless, anakin. my master died, and no one wanted to take up my training. so, i never finished it. no one believed i could do it, and i saw so many people die. my family was slaughtered, my friends, i couldn’t watch it anymore,” you started, the memories pooling to the surface, “he offered me a way to cope, and it sounded better than what i was getting,” you added softly.

anakin knew about the death of your master. it was a brutal death, he knew that. you never told him the details, explaining that ‘it was not a jedi’s role to dwell on the past.’

“what happened?” he asked you, scooting a little closer to you. so, you told him. you told him about grievous capturing you, about watching your master die in front of you, and about how you did absolutely nothing to help. it wasn’t like you could anyways; you were bound in chains.

anakin sat there, stunned. he’d heard the story, but he didn’t know you were the padawan left behind. he didn’t know that you dealt with the pain and guilt by yourself. he turned away from your eyes, looking down at the sand. he always hated sand, how it got everywhere, but it wasn’t the most important thing right now. he turned back to look at you, meeting your eyes. they weren’t an angry red color anymore, they were the beautiful hue they were before the dark side poisoned you. you were you again, at least getting there.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispered. he was right next to you now, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. he was warm, he always was. you sighed, letting your shoulders sag. the anger behind that day drove you for so long, the guilt ate you alive. you were tired, and whatever planet you were on was making you see that.

“i’ve let the guilt eat at me for too long,” you admitted. anakin watched with hope in his eyes, begging you to come home.

“we didn’t help,” he confessed. if he’d known, he’d try to. others did know, the council, his master, they all knew but didn’t help. he tried not to let his own anger kindle.

“no, but i didn’t say anything either,” you agreed. silence sat between you, the feeling of wanting more sitting in both of your chests. you wanted to go back, but would they take you? anakin wanted you to come home, but would you take his hand?

after a while, anakin stood up. he offered you his hand. you flicked your eyes from his hand to his eyes, seeing the kindness and warmth in them, traits that made you fall in love with him at the temple. you took his hand, and he helped you stand up.

“water looks nice,” he commented. you raised an eyebrow at him.

“what does that-” you were cut off by anakin running full speed at the ocean, you in tow. you’d be laughing if there wasn’t one small thing: you never learned how to swim. yes, they had swimming lessons at the temple and they were a part of your training, but it’s been a while and you didn’t do that well, to begin with.

“anakin, wait-” you called as the water hit your body. it was cold, washing over you and opening up your senses. it enveloped you, thrashing you around. fear rose in your chest as you were cast underwater, panic sitting in your stomach as air failed to reach your lungs. this was nature’s revenge, wasn’t it? you’ve committed atrocities for so long nature wanted to get even. you didn’t blame her, you weren’t the kindest to mother nature.

a hand grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you above the water. panic rose in anakin’s face as he watched you inhale, gasping for air. your hands softly closed around your throat, tears brimming your eyes as you tasted the sweet flavor of oxygen.

“i thought you could swim!” anakin said, pulling you both to shallower water.

“i never said that,” you snapped back, now freezing. your arms wrapped around yourself as you stood in thigh-deep water, watching as anakin recovered. he thought he lost you, for real too. he ran a hand through his wet curls, nodding as he came to a decision.

“then it’s time i teach you,” he stated. you gave him a look, raising your eyebrows and scoffing.

“no,”

“come on, y/n, it’s a life skill,” he teased. it felt natural, all of this. you felt like friends again, teasing each other after sparring sessions. you felt normal, and it filled you in all the right places. it’s what you’ve been missing.

“fine,” you agreed, not being able to help the smile on your face as you watched anakin pump his fist at his side. for the next hour, you think, he taught you how to swim. treading water, using your arms and your legs to propel you, and even how to control your breathing. it was the hardest when anakin’s hands were on your waist, helping keep you afloat whenever you’d falter.

after a while of practicing, you were finally able to swim on your own. as embarrassing as it felt, you didn’t feel judged by anakin. he’d tease you here and there, but it was normal.

“see? i told you you could do it,” anakin met you, a smirk growing on his face. you rolled your eyes as you treaded water with tired legs.

“yeah whatever,” you scoffed. you felt light, as if nothing could touch you. your eyes flicked over anakin, watching the glow of the moon reflect in his eyes, casting a beautiful hue to his skin. he was beautiful, he always was.

“what?” he asked softly.

“nothing,” you covered up, “let’s get back to the shore, i think we forgot we don’t know where we are,” you added. you found your way back to the sand, trudging up to where you were once sat. anakin followed behind you, sitting next to you.

“y/n,” he started. he looked over at you, sensing the turmoil in you. the light was pulling you back, he could see it. he wanted you to come back home, to come back to him. you turned to face him, your expression soft and inviting. there you were.

“i never thought you were helpless,” he commented, “i always thought you were strong, kind, and adaptable,” he finished. when he looked at you, he saw strength, he saw kindness, he saw someone struggling. his chest heaved with deep intakes of breath, realization settling in. his affection for you, his love for you, never subsided. even when you left, turning away from him and the light side.

you didn’t know what to say to him. you just looked at him, feeling your hard heart melt. you slowly took his hand, and with his other he caressed your face. warmth exploded in your face, stretching down your neck and your body. he’s always had this affect on you.

“can i kiss you?” he asked you. you were appalled, but you did want to. you wanted him to kiss you until your days were up.

“yes,” you answered simply, and as you finished saying the word, he pressed his lips to yours. he tasted of the ocean, of warmth. his lips fit against yours, pulling you in closer. you wanted to stay there forever, held by his lips and his arms, but you couldn’t. you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“come home,” he asked you, begged you. there was that tug again, the voice inside your head.

“ok,” you whispered, letting anakin pull you out of the depths of your own soul.

good golly this was a long one. i sort of deviated from the request a little (so sorry anon!!) but i hope you still enjoy! it’s been a minute since i’ve written a fic on here, but i hope it’s still worthy material LOL. enjoy!

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✨His true fate - Part 14/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 7612

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, and despite the overwhelming sensations you had just experienced, your desire for him only grew.

“I need to be inside you”, he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Jensen knew exactly what his words did to you, and he relished the effect he had on you. With a teasing grin, he sat back, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned body.

He stood up from the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Each piece of clothing he removed revealed more of his perfect physique, leaving you in awe of his raw masculinity. His movements were slow and deliberate, giving you ample time to admire every inch of him.

Jensen stepped back towards the bed, his erection standing proud and commanding your attention. The sight of him, so raw and powerful, sent another surge of desire through you. But as your eyes traveled down his body, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of intimidation. You remembered how intense it had been the last time, how Jensen had stretched you out until it hurt in the most delicious way.

Sensing your hesitation, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that was filled with both reassurance and hunger. “I’ve got you”, he murmured against your lips.

With a gentle but insistent grip, he spread your legs wider, positioning himself between them. He took a moment to caress your thighs, his touch sending shivers up your spine. “Ready?”, he asked, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of passion and concern.

You nodded, your breath coming in short, excited gasps.

He grabbed his dick by its base, the heat of it juxtaposed against the slickness of your folds as he let it slip through them a few times, teasing and preparing you. Each pass made you shiver, the anticipation building with each tantalizing touch.

Then, with deliberate care, he lined himself up at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours as he started to inch forward. The initial pressure made you gasp, but the sensation was intoxicating. However, as the pleasure took control, Jensen lost himself in the moment and sank inside you with one deep, powerful thrust.

You cried out, your hands gripping his shoulders as he filled you completely. The sudden stretch was intense, but the way he fit inside you felt perfect. Jensen groaned loudly, the sound filled with raw pleasure as he felt your tightness envelop him.

“You’re so tight", he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Feels incredible”.

The fullness and pressure sent waves of sensation through your body, making you arch against him, seeking more. “Jensen”, you moaned, your voice trembling with the intensity of it all.

Jensen started to move, his thrusts instantly setting a rougher pace. Each powerful, deep stroke made your pelvis rock against his, the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with unerring precision. The intensity of the sensation made your head spin.

“You feel so good”, he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking tight around me. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”.

Your stomach churned at his words, making you even wetter. Your hands clutched his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation. This was the first time Jensen had gone rougher with you, and the intensity was almost more than you could handle.

As the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level, you instinctively closed your eyes, trying to manage the onslaught of sensations. But Jensen wasn’t having it. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep your eyes open, sweetheart”, he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

To emphasize his point, he thrust into you hard and deep, the force of it almost painful but overwhelmingly intense. Your eyes flew open, locking onto his as the pleasure and slight pain mingled into something even more powerful.

“That’s it”, he growled, his eyes burning with desire. “I want to see you when you come. I want to see everything”.

The way he looked at you, so possessive and hungry, sent a fresh wave of arousal through your body. His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

You moaned his name, your voice raw with need. “Jensen… please…”.

“Please what?”, he asked, his thrusts never faltering. “Tell me what you want”.

“I want to come”, you begged, your body trembling. “I need it”.

Jensen’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Then come for me”, he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “Come for me, right now”.

His words, combined with the intensity of his thrusts, sent you spiraling into another orgasm. Your body convulsed around him, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Without giving you a moment to catch your breath, Jensen pulled out of you, his movements swift and determined. He turned you onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips with a bruising grasp as he pulled you up onto your knees. The sudden shift made you whimper, a mixture of surprise and anticipation coursing through you.

“Stay right there”, he commanded, his voice husky with arousal. His hands slid up your back, caressing your skin before returning to your hips, positioning you exactly how he wanted.

You felt his hard length pressing against you again, the heat and urgency of his need almost overwhelming. Jensen didn’t waste any time, thrusting back into you with a force that made you cry out. The new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, each powerful stroke hitting deep inside you.

Jensen’s pace was relentless, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove into you over and over.

He paused for a moment, his mind racing with desire. Then, with a firm but gentle grip, he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled your head up, testing your reaction. The initial pull was gentle, a tentative check to see if you enjoyed it. You responded with a breathless moan, the sensation heightening your arousal.

Taking your reaction as encouragement, Jensen tightened his grip, pulling your head back further. The mix of pleasure and the slight edge of pain made you gasp, your body arching into the sensation. “I knew you weren’t that innocent”, he groaned teasingly.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel your arousal intensify. Jensen’s grip on your hair was firm, the control he had over you pushing you closer to the edge. His other hand moved to your waist, holding you steady as he resumed his powerful thrusts.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”, he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You like it when I take control”.

“Yes”, you moaned, your voice barely audible as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “I love it”.

Jensen’s grip tightened even more, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. The new angle sent jolts of pleasure through your body, each stroke hitting your most sensitive spots. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

“Good girl”, Jensen whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

Jensen’s hips slapped against yours with each powerful thrust, the sound mingling with your moans and the wetness between your thighs. By now, you were just a moaning mess, your body completely at his mercy. Your pussy ached from the intensity, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensations. The only thing you could think about was his thick cock splitting you in half with each deep, hard thrust.

Jensen knew exactly what he was doing, each movement calculated to hit the perfect spots inside you. His grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you back against him, his chest pressing against your back.

Your only response was a series of breathless moans and gasps, your body arching back into him, desperate for more of the intense pleasure he was giving you. Jensen’s free hand moved from your waist to your clit, his fingers expertly rubbing and adding another layer of sensation that made you cry out.

You gasped, your breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts. “I can’t… I can’t anymore”, you whimpered, the intensity overwhelming you. But Jensen could feel how close you were, your body clenching around him with every thrust.

“Yes, you can”, he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. “I know you can. You’re so close, baby. Just a little more”.

His words spurred you on, your body responding to his command even as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of what you could handle. Jensen’s fingers on your clit moved faster, his thrusts growing even more powerful as he drove you towards another orgasm.

“Come for me”, he urged, his voice filled with raw desire. “I want to feel you come again. I want to feel you squeeze me so tight”.

The combination of his words and the relentless pleasure he was giving you pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed as you came hard, your climax crashing over you with an intensity that left you shaking. You cried out his name, the sound filling the room as your body tightened around him.

Jensen’s restraint was evident in the way his muscles tensed, in the way his breath hitched.

Your body went numb, your ears ringing and your breath burning. Jensen held you close to his chest, preventing you from collapsing forward.

“You did so well, baby”, he murmured breathless. Jensen’s hands roamed gently over your stomach, caressing your skin as you shivered in his arms. “Just breathe”, he whispered, his lips brushing your temple. “I’ve got you”.

Gradually, your breathing steadied, the ringing in your ears subsiding. You felt the strength return to your limbs, though your body still tingled from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Jensen kissed your shoulder blades, his lips leaving a trail of warmth across your skin. One of his arms was wrapped securely around you, his hand cupping your left breast, squeezing it softly. The gentle pressure sent another shiver of pleasure through your already sensitized body.

“Okay?”, he asked raspily after a while, his voice filled with both concern and desire.

You nodded weakly, your hands gripping his arm around your waist, trying to steady yourself. Jensen gave you a few more moments, his touch gentle and soothing, before he carefully pulled out. He sat back against the headboard of the bed, giving himself a few pumps as he looked at you expectantly.

Realization dawned on you, and you felt a wave of nervousness wash over you. You had never been on top before, and the thought of taking control in such an intimate way made your heart race. Jensen must have sensed your hesitation because his expression softened, his eyes filled with reassurance.

“It’s okay”, he murmured. “We’ll go at your pace. There’s no rush”.

His words calmed you a bit, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You moved slowly, straddling his hips and feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against you. Jensen’s hands rested on your thighs, offering support and encouragement.

You bit your lip nervously as you gently took Jensen’s length in your hand, feeling its warmth and solidity against your palm. In your grasp, it looked larger than it did in his own, adding to your sense of anticipation and nervousness. Jensen watched you closely, his gaze fixed on your face, studying every little movement and expression.

“I don’t want to hurt you”, you whispered, voicing your concern as you shifted slightly.

Jensen chuckled softly, a hint of cockiness in his demeanor as he gripped your hipbones firmly, his touch both reassuring and possessive. “Trust me, baby”, he murmured, his voice low and filled with confidence. “You won’t hurt me. Just relax and let go”.

His words eased some of your tension, and you nodded, drawing another deep breath to steady yourself. Slowly, you positioned yourself over him again, guiding him to your entrance. With a mixture of nervousness and determination, you began to lower yourself onto him, taking him in inch by inch.

Jensen groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as his grip on your hips loosened slightly. The sound of his pleasure sent a thrill through you, bolstering your confidence. You paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of him filling you partially, still not completely lowered.

The anticipation built within you, a mix of nerves and desire driving you forward. You took another deep breath and continued to lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch as you took him deeper. Jensen’s breathing grew heavier, his hands caressing your thighs in encouragement.

“That’s it”, he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take your time. You’re doing so well”.

You bit your lip again, focusing on the sensations coursing through your body. Inch by inch, you descended further, until finally, you were fully seated on him. The feeling of fullness was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that made you gasp.

You swallowed hard at the new angle, the intensity of the sensation leaving you momentarily afraid to move. Jensen’s eyes met yours, filled with a mix of desire and reassurance. He reached up, gently pulling your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. His fingers deftly unhooked your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away.

His hands moved to your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your nipples between his fingers. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp.

You started to move your hips slowly and carefully, the sensation of Jensen inside you intensifying with each subtle movement. Jensen’s breath hitched, the strain of restraint evident in the way his veins stood out on his neck.

His hands continued to explore your breasts, his touch both tender and possessive. He gently squeezed and kneaded, his thumbs brushing lightly over your sensitive nipples, eliciting soft moans from your lips. The combination of his touch and the slow, deliberate rocking of your hips sent waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

You adjusted your movements, experimenting with angles and rhythms, seeking the perfect balance of pleasure for both of you.

Jensen raised a brow, watching you with a mixture of tenderness and amusement as you bit your lip in concentration, still trying to find the right rhythm and angle. Despite your efforts, your lack of experience and the fatigue in your knees from previous orgasms made it challenging to maintain the smoothness you desired.

“You’re not often on top, are you?”, he grinned, his voice tinged with playful affection.

Your eyes met his instantly, and you felt a wave of insecurity and a touch of shame wash over you. You tried to overplay it, giving him a small, forced smile. “Is it that obvious?”, you replied, attempting to sound lighthearted.

Jensen licked his lips, the sight of your vulnerability and willingness to learn clearly turning him on. His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and affection. “It’s a bit obvious”, he admitted with a playful grin, “but I think it’s incredibly sexy”.

Your forced smile softened, turning more genuine as you absorbed his reassurance. “Let me help you”, he whispered.

His large hands moved to your hips, adjusting your position with a gentle but firm touch. He bent you slightly forward, the new angle immediately changing the sensation. Your breath hitched as you felt the head of his length brush against your G-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Oh”, you gasped, your eyes widening at the intensity of the new sensation. Jensen’s hands held you steady, guiding your movements with a tender but confident touch.

“Just like that”, he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “You feel that? That’s your sweet spot”.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you adjusted to the new angle. Slowly, you began to move again, this time more sure of yourself as Jensen’s guidance helped you find a rhythm that felt incredible. Each movement sent ripples of pleasure radiating from your core, building a delicious tension within you.

Jensen’s grip on your hips tightened slightly, his own breath becoming more ragged as he watched you take control. “You’re doing amazing, baby”, he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. “Keep going. Just like that”.

You moaned in response, the pleasure building within you almost overwhelming. “It feels so good”, you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you rode the waves of sensation.

“Look at me”, Jensen murmured.

You opened your eyes, locking gazes with him. The intensity in his eyes, a mix of raw desire and deep affection, sent another shiver down your spine.

“Let me show you something”, Jensen murmured, his voice filled with promise. He shifted slightly beneath you, his hands steadying your hips as he helped. “Move just like this”.

Following his lead, you rocked your hips in the way he demonstrated, feeling the sensation change immediately. It was deeper, more intense, and you could tell by Jensen’s reaction that it was hitting the right spot for him too.

“Yes, that’s it”, he groaned, his eyes closing for a moment in sheer pleasure before reopening to lock onto yours.

Jensen had been with women who knew exactly what they were doing, women who moved with practiced precision and confidence. But there was something incredibly arousing about your hesitation, your innocence, your struggle to keep up with his size. It was your genuine effort and eagerness to please him that turned him on more than anything else.

Your palms flattened against Jensen’s shoulders, your lip constantly between your teeth as you moved your hips against him. The sensation of your tightness around him was almost too much for Jensen, and he had to hold back to maintain control. His face dropped against your chest, his lips trailing down towards your nipples, each kiss sending shivers through your body. You held him close by his hair, savoring the intimate connection.

But as the intensity built, your movements began to slow, exhaustion starting to take over. “Keep moving”, Jensen urged, his voice slightly rough and strained with need, his lips brushing against your breast. The urgency in his voice sent a renewed wave of desire through you, but your body felt heavy, each motion requiring more effort than the last.

Sensing your struggle, Jensen’s grip on your hips tightened. He began to guide your movements more forcefully, his hands urging you to keep the rhythm. “Don’t stop”, he groaned, his need evident in every word.

As you rode him with everything you had, Jensen’s face dropped back against your collarbone, his hot breath fanning your skin. His lips trailed up your neck, delivering soft bites and kisses that sent electric shivers through your body.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper as you felt the build of your climax becoming inevitable. His name on your lips seemed to push him closer to his own edge.

With one final, powerful thrust, you felt your orgasm crash over you, your body clenching tightly around him. You cried out his name, the intensity of the sensation leaving you trembling and breathless. The way your body squeezed him was too much for Jensen, and with a guttural moan, he released deep inside you, his hot cum filling you as he pulsed through his climax.

Both of you were left panting, your bodies spent and intertwined. Jensen’s face rested against your collarbone, his breath heavy and warm against your skin. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both came down from the heights of your shared pleasure.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your synchronized breathing and the comforting warmth of his body against yours. Jensen’s lips found your neck again, this time in a soft, loving kiss. He lingered there, his breath warm against your skin as he planted a trail of gentle kisses up to your jawline. You could feel the smile forming on his lips as he nuzzled into you, clearly enjoying the intimate aftermath of your shared climax.

“Still got some energy left in you?”, he teased, his voice a low, playful whisper against your ear. His breath tickled your skin, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

You swallowed, feeling the lingering effects of your intense climax. Your legs were still shaking, and a pleasant dizziness left you feeling unable to sit up anymore. But you didn’t want to admit that, not wanting to seem weak. “Of course”, you replied, trying to sound convincing.

Jensen could tell you were lying. His teasing smile widened, and he pressed another kiss to your neck, his hands still caressing your back. “Really?”, he murmured, his voice laced with playful skepticism. “Because you look like you’re about to collapse on me”.

You tried to maintain your composure, but your body betrayed you, trembling slightly as you tried to hold yourself up. Jensen’s hands moved to your hips, supporting you as he continued to nuzzle your neck. “I’m fine”, you insisted, though your voice lacked conviction.

Jensen’s chuckle was low and knowing. “You don’t have to pretend with me”, he said softly, his tone gentle but firm.

You didn't say anything.

“You’re so stubborn,” he murmured teasingly, his breath warm against your ear. “But I kind of like that about you”.

You managed a weak smile, trying to maintain your composure, but Jensen’s persistence made it difficult. He kissed his way up to your jawline, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back slightly to meet your eyes. “I can feel how exhausted you are”, he said, his voice a playful growl. “And I think it’s adorable that you’re trying so hard to hide it”.

You bit your lip, trying to keep up the pretense, but your body was giving out. Jensen’s hands shifted to your thighs, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

You sighed, finally letting the last of your defenses down. “Fine, you win”, you admitted, your voice soft but laced with affection. “I’m exhausted”.

Jensen’s smile widened, a mixture of cockiness and sweetness. “I knew it”, he said triumphantly. “But that just makes me want to take care of you even more”.

Before acting too fast, he looked around, spotting the tissue box on your nightstand. He reached over and pulled out a few tissues, then gently eased you down onto the mattress. He moved with care, ensuring you were comfortable.

When he gently pulled out of you, he quickly caught his leaking cum with the tissues, his movements tender and considerate. “Just relax”, he murmured. “I’ve got you”.

You watched him through half-lidded eyes, appreciating his thoughtfulness. Jensen cleaned you up with gentle strokes, his touch soothing and filled with affection. Once he was satisfied that you were comfortable, he discarded the used tissues and let himself sink beside you, his own exhaustion finally catching up with him. He gently pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.

“I wasn’t that bad, right?”, you asked hesitantly, your voice clearly unsure. The uncertainty in your tone made Jensen chuckle softly. He kissed your forehead, a tender gesture that made your heart swell with affection.

“Do you want the sweet answer or the honest one?”, he teased.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a pang of anxiety. “Honest”, you mumbled quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Jensen’s smile widened, and he bent down, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing on your skin. “Honestly”, he whispered, his voice low and filled with raw desire, “yours is the best pussy I’ve ever fucked”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, both from the intimate confession and the intensity of his tone. You felt a rush of warmth and pride, your insecurities melting away in the face of his genuine praise.

Jensen smirked down at you, enjoying the sight of your blush spreading across your cheeks. Your eyes were half-closed, looking completely spent, yet filled with a quiet satisfaction. He couldn’t help but tease you a bit more, his voice playful and affectionate.

“The old man really did wear you out, huh?”, he said, a grin spreading across his face.

You laughed softly, the sound a mix of exhaustion and contentment. “Maybe just a little”, you admitted, your voice still breathless from the intensity of your shared experience.

Jensen’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Just a little, huh?”, he teased, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. “I think I did more than just a little”.

You chuckled, feeling the warmth of his touch and the playful edge in his voice. “Okay, maybe a lot”, you admitted, smiling up at him.

Jensen’s expression softened as he gazed at you, his eyes filled with affection. He gently lifted your head, looking at you for a moment as if committing the sight to memory. Then, he bent down slightly and softly laid his lips on yours.

You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. The exhaustion you felt seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of his embrace and the gentle pressure of his lips against yours. Jensen’s hands cradled your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his affection and tenderness into the moment.

As the kiss deepened, Jensen's embrace grew tighter, pulling you impossibly closer. His lips moved with a slow, deliberate passion, conveying emotions that words couldn't capture.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, Jensen's eyes searched yours with a mixture of adoration and wonder. "You're something else", he whispered against your lips, his voice husky with emotion.

Your heart fluttered at his words. "So are you", you replied softly, your fingers trailing gently along his jawline.

Jensen kissed you once more, his fingers tracing gently over your lower back, sending delightful shivers through your body. His touch was soft and reverent, as if he was savoring every moment. As his lips moved tenderly against yours, he mumbled, “Your skin is so smooth”, his voice filled with awe.

You chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, your own twinkling with amusement. “You’ve told me that a million times”, you teased gently, remembering how he had praised the smoothness of your skin during your last night together.

Jensen grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “And I’ll say it a million more times”, he replied, his fingers continuing their gentle exploration of your back.

With a gentle tug, he pulled you flat onto his body, your chest pressed against his. The warmth of his skin against yours sent another delightful shiver through you. You nestled into him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

He looked down at you. “Comfortable?”, he asked, his voice a playful whisper.

You smiled up at him, feeling completely at ease in his arms. “Very”, you replied, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “I could stay like this forever”.

Jensen’s smile softened, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips. “I wouldn’t mind”, he murmured against your lips. “Not one bit”.

You laughed softly, the sound a mix of contentment and affection. “You’re such a sap”, you teased, though your heart swelled.

“Only for you”, he responded, his hands gently roaming over your back, drawing lazy patterns that made you feel even more relaxed.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

For a while, you lay there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other’s presence. The world outside ceased to matter, and all that existed was the two of you, wrapped up in a cocoon of love and intimacy.

Jensen’s voice broke the silence, soft and filled with tenderness. “You know, I never thought I’d find someone like you”, he said, his fingers still tracing gentle patterns on your back.

“Someone like me?”, you whispered teasingly. “Like someone who makes old man jokes?”.

Jensen’s expression shifted from tenderness to mock offense, and before you could react, you felt a sharp but playful slap on your ass. “Hey!”, you yelped, both surprised and amused.

“You ruined the damn moment”, he said with a grin.

“I’m sorry”, you said, still smiling, but Jensen shook his head. “Nuh uh”, he replied, his grin widening.

“Please, come on”, you said, your tone turning playful and a bit pleading. “What is it you wanted to say?”.

Jensen just shook his head again. “Nope, you had your chance”.

Determined, you propped yourself up on your elbows, pouting and looking at him with big, pleading eyes. “Pleeeaaase”, you whined softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. “Tell me?”.

Jensen’s resolve seemed to waver as you continued to kiss along his jawline, your lips trailing soft, teasing kisses. “Please, Jensen?”, you murmured against his skin, your voice a soft, seductive whisper.

He groaned softly, clearly enjoying the attention but trying to hold on to his playful stubbornness. “You’re not playing fair”, he muttered, his hands sliding up your back.

You smiled against his skin, knowing you were getting to him. “I never play fair”, you whispered, continuing your kisses, moving closer to his lips. “But I really want to know”.

Jensen sighed dramatically, pretending to be exasperated, but the fondness in his eyes gave him away. “Alright, alright”, he said, his voice softening as he looked at you. “What I wanted to say was… I never thought I’d find someone who makes me as happy as you do”.

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks, your heart racing like crazy at his words. Overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings, you pressed your face against his chest, seeking refuge in the comforting warmth of his embrace. Expressing such deep emotions was something you often struggled with, even though your heart was overflowing with love for him.

Jensen chuckled softly, his hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. “You’re blushing”, he teased, his voice soft and affectionate. “You’re so adorable when you get all shy on me”.

You mumbled something unintelligible against his chest, feeling both embarrassed and touched by his words. Jensen’s fingers continued to comb through your hair soothingly, his touch grounding you and helping to calm your racing heart.

“You know”, he murmured softly, his voice a gentle murmur above your head, “I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”.

You felt your heart flutter at his words, a mixture of warmth and nervousness filling you. “You really mean that?”, you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen’s hand stilled in your hair for a moment. “Absolutely”, he said with conviction. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before”.

“I’ve never felt this way either”, you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

You pressed your face harder against his naked, slightly sticky chest, seeking the comforting warmth of his skin.

Jensen’s hand resumed its soothing motions in your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring. “It’s kind of amazing, isn’t it?”, he said softly, his voice a gentle rumble you felt through his chest. “Finding someone who makes you feel like this”.

You nodded against him, the words too heavy and meaningful to speak aloud. Instead, you let your actions convey what you felt, your arms wrapping tightly around him, holding him close.

He kissed the top of your head, before he shifted slightly, adjusting your position so you were more comfortable against him. His hand continued to stroke your hair.

As you lay there together, you realized that this was just the beginning.

“Thank you”, you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jensen pressed another kiss to your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he replied, “For what?”.

“For being you”, you replied honestly.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jensen’s lips, his eyes softening with affection as he gazed down at you.

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, the intensity of the moment hanging between you. Without another word, Jensen leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

Jensen gently turned around with you, shifting his weight until he hovered above you. His lips never left yours, the kiss deepening with each passing moment, filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness. As he moved, his hands explored your body with gentle caresses, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

His lips began to travel down your jawline, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your skin.

As his lips continued their journey, they found the sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to gasp softly. Jensen’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a soothing gesture as he kissed and nibbled his way down to your collarbone.

The feeling of his lips on your skin was both intoxicating and comforting, a blend of familiarity and excitement. You arched slightly beneath him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, wanting more of his touch.

Jensen’s kisses grew more deliberate as he moved lower, trailing down over your collarbone and toward your breasts. His breath was hot against your skin, his touch gentle yet insistent. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours, seeking silent permission to continue.

You nodded, your eyes half-closed with desire, and Jensen’s lips found their way to the sensitive skin of your breast. He pressed a kiss just above your heart before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it with exquisite care.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your body responding to his touch with a fervor you could barely contain. Jensen’s hand cupped your other breast, his thumb and forefinger gently teasing your nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, urging him to continue. Jensen responded by lavishing the same attention on your other breast, his lips and tongue working in harmony to drive you wild.

As he continued to explore your body, his kisses trailed lower, moving down your abdomen with the same tender care. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the deep connection and affection you shared, a promise of more to come.

Jensen paused just above your navel, his eyes meeting yours once more. The look in his eyes was one of pure love and desire, a reflection of the bond you had formed.

Slowly, he moved lower, his kisses trailing down to your hips. With gentle hands, he spread your legs, his touch tender and reverent. He started to kiss your inner thighs, his lips brushing against your skin with a delicate intensity that made you shiver.

His eyes remained locked with yours, the connection between you deepening with every glance.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent, his hands gently caressing your thighs.

He moved closer to your core, his breath hot against your skin, and you could feel your pulse quicken in response. Jensen’s eyes never left yours, his gaze a steady anchor in the overwhelming tide of sensations. “Trust me”, he whispered. “Just let go”.

With that, he dipped his head lower, his lips finally finding their way to your most intimate spot. The first touch of his mouth against you was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made you arch your back and gasp his name. But instead of diving in with his tongue, Jensen took his time, savoring the moment. His lips moved with exquisite gentleness, placing featherlight kisses on your most intimate spots.

Your breath hitched with each gentle kiss, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as the anticipation built to a fever pitch. “Jensen”, you breathed, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”.

His response was a soft hum of acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued his tender exploration. The kisses grew a little firmer, a little more insistent, but still maintaining that featherlight touch that was driving you wild with desire.

Just then, Jensen’s phone on the nightstand rang, the screen lighting up with Jared’s name. The sound cut through the haze of pleasure, making you momentarily aware of your surroundings.

“It’s Jared”, you mumbled breathlessly between soft moans, your body still thrumming with the anticipation of his touch.

Jensen grinned mischievously, his lips hovering just above your clit. “Answer it”, he murmured, his breath hot against your most sensitive spot.

Your eyes widened in surprise, a shiver running through you at the unexpected suggestion. “Are you serious?”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of shock and excitement.

Jensen’s eyes sparkled as he nodded. “Yeah”, he said, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Answer it”.

With a shaky hand, you reached for the phone, your heart racing. You swiped to answer, bringing the phone to your ear just as Jensen’s mouth found its mark again.

Jensen still didn’t use his tongue, just his lips, placing featherlight kisses. You answered the phone, your voice trembling as you tried to maintain your composure. “H-hey Jared”.

Jared chuckled on the other end of the line, his tone light and teasing. “So you’re answering his phone now, huh? Where is he?”.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as Jensen’s kisses grew more insistent. “He’s, um, he’s right here”, you managed to say, your voice breathy and uneven.

Jensen’s eyes met yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continued his gentle assault, his lips never leaving you. He seemed to take pleasure in your struggle to maintain control, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Right here, huh?”, Jared’s voice was full of curiosity. “What’s he doing? Can I talk to him?”.

You fought to keep your voice steady, each kiss from Jensen sending waves of pleasure through you. “He’s a bit… busy right now”, you replied, your breath hitching. “Can I take a message?”.

Jared laughed, clearly amused. “Busy? What’s he doing that’s so important?”.

Jensen’s eyes gleamed with playful defiance as he pressed a particularly insistent kiss to your clit, making you gasp. You struggled to find your voice, the sensations overwhelming. “He’s, um, helping me with something”, you said, barely managing to get the words out.

Just then, Jensen flicked his tongue out, finally adding a new layer of sensation that made you nearly lose your grip on the phone. The intensity of his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making it even harder to maintain your composure.

“Oh really?”, Jared’s voice came through the phone, still amused. “What’s he helping you with?”.

You bit your lip, your body trembling as you tried to focus. “It’s, um, kind of hard to explain”, you replied, your voice shaking.

Jensen’s tongue continued its exquisite exploration, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes that drove you wild. You could barely think straight, let alone keep up with the conversation.

The heat between you and Jensen intensified with every stroke of his tongue, each movement designed to bring you closer to the edge. Despite Jared’s voice still on the phone, you struggled to maintain any semblance of composure.

“It’s, uh, a project”, you managed to stammer out, your voice wavering as Jensen’s mouth worked magic on you. His fingers traced delicate patterns on your thighs, adding to the overwhelming sensations that pulsed through your body.

Jared chuckled lightly, clearly entertained by your distracted responses. “A project?”, he replied. “Sounds like quite the project”.

You could sense Jensen’s grin against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. He intensified his efforts, his tongue finding just the right rhythm that made your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Yeah”, you managed to say, trying to focus on the conversation while Jensen’s touch pushed you closer to the brink. “A… special project”.

Jared’s laughter echoed through the phone. “Well, tell Jensen he’s a lucky guy”. he said. “He should call me when he’s ‘free’ again”.

You struggled to respond, Jensen’s skilled ministrations overwhelming your senses. “I will”, you managed to utter between gasps, your voice strained with pleasure.

Jared chuckled knowingly. “Alright then”, he said, his tone lighthearted. “Have fun with your… special project”.

Before you could reply, Jared hung up, leaving you alone with Jensen and the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. Jensen’s lips and tongue continued their tantalizing dance, each touch pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Jared’s voice faded from your mind, you surrendered fully to the pleasure Jensen was giving you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as your body trembled with the intensity of your arousal. Jensen responded eagerly, his actions driven by a combination of passion and a desire to please you completely.

The room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and soft moans, punctuated by the wet, intoxicating sounds of Jensen’s mouth on you. He brought you to the brink and held you there, expertly teasing and pleasing until you shattered into a blissful release.

With a shuddering gasp, you reached your peak, your body trembling with the force of your climax. Jensen’s movements slowed, his touch gentle and soothing as he helped you ride out the waves of pleasure washing over you.

As you came down from the euphoric high, Jensen eased himself up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You lay there, catching your breath, your body still tingling from the intense pleasure. When you finally managed to look at him, you sent him a playful deadpan glance, raising an eyebrow at his mischievous grin.

Jensen hovered above you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You did so well”, he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Maybe you should think about a career as an actress. You managed to keep it together pretty impressively with Jared on the phone”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and breathless. “You’re evil”, you said, shaking your head. “That was so hard”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. “But you did it”, he murmured against your mouth. “And you looked incredibly sexy doing it”.

Jensen licked his lips, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked down at you. “Think you can handle another round?”, he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

Your eyes followed his gaze to his impressive erection standing proudly between the two of you. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your body, and you felt your breath hitch in anticipation. You bit your lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you looked back up at him.

“Do you even have to ask?”, you replied, your voice filled with a mixture of teasing and genuine desire.

Jensen’s smirk widened, his hands gently caressing your sides as he positioned himself between your legs. “Good answer”, he said, his voice a husky whisper. He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his body pressing against yours.

While kissing, Jensen grabbed his erection, lining himself up with your entrance. With a shaky groan against your lips, he let himself sink deep inside you, the sensation overwhelming both of you. “Fuck, (Y/N)”, he mumbled, his voice thick with pleasure.

You gasped at the feeling of him filling you completely, your body arching to meet his. Jensen paused for a moment, allowing both of you to savor the connection before he began to move.

He started with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one drawing a soft moan from your lips. His forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked in a shared moment of intimacy and passion.

Another round later, as your breathing slowed and your bodies relaxed, Jensen gently rolled to the side, pulling you close against his chest. You nestled into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you as if he never wanted to let go.

You smiled against his chest. “No cleaning me up anymore?”, you teased softly.

Jensen chuckled tiredly, his voice warm and deep. “It’s unnecessary anyway”, he mumbled, his words a mixture of affection and exhaustion.

You tilted your head up to look at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “For someone who seems to enjoy coming inside me, you never asked if I’m on the pill”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 15

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[daisybianca]

pairing: lewis hamilton x yn

summary: lewis is kind of a mafia type of guy here, but he still remains the best f1 driver in history with 8 championships (!). mafia means that he kinda kills people. he's always hot put now he is double hot. idk if that's even possible, but anyway. you're his girl, and he sees that someone made a bruise on your hand. spoiler alert: i doesn't end well for the guilty man.

warnings: lots of cursing words, sexual actions, mentions of death, etc

(a/n): it is written in 1 pov, from his point of view. though it couldn't get any hotter? nah, it can.

WHEN I UNLOCK my mansion's door and come see my girlfriend crying, three completely different options pass through my mind.

One. Killing someone.

Two. Making someone regret.

Three. Doing both of those after kissing my woman's tears until the don't exist anymore.

I rush to her on the couch, not even bothering to shut the door behind me. "What happened, baby?" I get on my knees and try to hold her close to me. She doesn't meet my gaze. She's hidden her face behind her little hands, but I can still take a glimpse of her scorching hot, red cheeks. "Hey, y/n, talk to me." I try to persuade her, even though it seems impossible.

"P-please," she stutters, and something dark and colorful captures my attention on her left wrist.

Fuck.

It's a bruise. A fucking bruise. A huge one to be exact.

I try to compose myself. It's not even enough. I think my jawline starts to tremble, and I don't even notice at first. "Y/N," I force her to look at me, forcing her hands away off her beautiful face. Her features are soft but her precious eyes have turned swollen and her lips are tighter than ever. "Who did this to you?" The words come out sharp. I don't even think about them to be honest.

She is my fucking woman. These are the rules. Nobody is allowed to touch her in a way that she doesn't want to. Not even me.

I cup her small face with both my hands. "Who hurt you, baby?"

I hear a soft cry and then she tries to speak again but doesn't manage to do it properly without stuttering.

Fuck, I won't look good in jail clothing.

I bit my lip in order to not lose it just at this fucking moment. My fists become a ball. My girl notices and places her little ones over my hands to stop the shaking.

"Baby, please," I mouth. "Tell me who the bastard is, and I swear, he'll never see sunlight again to touch you." Forcing myself to stand up, in a matter of seconds, I sit on the couch, and she's moved on my lap. I think I'm losing my mind each time she looks at me, and I don't know who to kill. "Just tell me a name, Y/N."

She finally stops crying. Fuck.

My heart jumps each time she attempts to speak but is unable to due to the silent sobs.

A few seconds pass.

A few more, too.

Eventually, I feel a hand pressing on my chest and immediately blood rushes straight to my cock.

Damn it.

Of course, my dick doesn't get the whole situation. It has a whole brain of its one. In fact, we are under hard circumstances right now. And surely, there can't be anything harder than that at the moment.

She hides her face in my neck. I place my hand on the back of it and wait.

I think my blood pressure is on its fucking limits when she turns to face me. "It's my ex." She blurts out suddenly. I want to laugh but I don't.

Oh this fucking bastard again... Though we were done with him by the time I threatened him with his life if he ever got close to my girl again. But he definitely isn't the type of guy loyal to anything. Not to promises, not to threats, not even to his ex-girlfriend.

"He asked to meet me. I said no, but he wouldn't understand. He was waiting outside my place this morning, claiming he'd like to talk. I wanted to get away from him, but he grabbed my arm and..." her voice breaks.

I hold her for a few seconds as the sobs initiate again. Afterward, I get up and make a very important call. Returning, I am very pleased to meet a much-better-looking, without-any-tears woman sitting on the couch and scrolling through her phone.

Noticing me, she looks at me. I try to smile. "He'll be dead till midnight." Sitting next to her, I take her on my lap and kiss the dry tears off her cheeks.

And then I start undressing her, not because my dick is asking for it since one hour ago, but because she seems in the mood for it.

"I just want you to fuck me, Lewis." She says as I press my palm around her neck and spread wet kissing along her breasts. "Fuck me like you hate me."

I smile. "Baby, I could never hate you."

"Just do it for an hour," she moans against my ear. "Please."

I stop to look at her, laughing. "An hour?" I rise my eyebrows. "Love, you underestimate me."

She laughs too, and we're off to upstairs, where one of the mansion's bedrooms is located.

I want to make love to her, truth to be told. Passionate and delicate. But she asked for a rough fuck.

She knows I'm a man capable of doing both. So I proceeded to doing them.

[ltghosty]

If only you would have trusted me (Simon "Ghost" Riley ﾒ Female "Cobra" Sergeant)

A/N: MW 3 broke me, don't talk to me

Summary: Makarov blackmailed you into joining his army and Task Force 141 thinks you betrayed them without hesitation. Once Ghost and Soap find Milena and you, Ghost finally confronts you about letting him down.

Warnings: curse, angst, guilt, fight, betrayal,

Wordcount: 4.7k

”I thought I was someone whom you could trust because you can be sure as hell that I still trust you with my life. Whether you like it or not."

You knew this moment was coming once Laswell had let you know that Makarov escaped the gulag and was on the move.

You didn’t want it to happen but your job wasn’t famous for making guarantees. Especially with crazy terrorists who wouldn’t stop until the world fell to its knees in front of them.

And Makarov was just like that.

Ruthless, smart, cruel and unpredictable.

While running from location to location, you started to feel getting lost. There were too many dead ends while Makarov was playing with Task Force 141 as he’d wished.

Ghost noticed how much you’d changed since Makarov broke out and wasted no time in getting his hands dirty.

You’d heard stories of him before Price and Soap managed to capture him once 4 years ago which ended in agony and cost a lot of innocent lives. You’d dealt with all kinds of criminals who wanted to build their throne out of corpses but Makarov was by far the worst and most dangerous one.

 With each mission you’d went to with the others, the less your voice could be heard. You were silent and kept checking every corner while wondering how could you finally make a step forward.

There were times when you were seated with Ghost and his favorite sniper to watch the others’ back, and while laying on the ground for hours, the lieutenant tried to get you to talk but you weren’t too bulged.

You hadn’t noticed because you were too focused on your task but Ghost always kept an eye on you when you were in his sight. He’d seen this kind of dedication before, so he understood where your change of heart had come from but he didn’t want you to completely forget who you truly were before.

He’d hated to admit but he would have done anything to bring you back to the surface. It’s been too long since he had heard your laugh or seen your beautiful smile. Hell, he even started to miss those moments when you’d happily join Soap and push his buttons while making fun of Brits.

Ghost couldn’t stand your silence, he liked listening to your voice even while you were only making small chats with him through the coms.

What Ghost had never expected – or anyone else for that matter – was you suddenly disappearing without a word and hearing from a source that you’ve been seen on Makarov’s side.

At first, he was confused and kept denying it but when Price told him that it wasn’t some sort of plan for you to get involved with the Russians, Ghost felt like someone punched him in the chest.

You’d left willingly without a word, and the next thing he knew, you were working under the hands of the enemy.

He was overwhelmed with your betrayal, he was sad, furious, and desperate to find an explanation for your treachery.

What Ghost and the others didn’t know was that Makarov had his eye on you since he escaped from the gulag. Firmly, because you knew Milena from before, and she knew that you were an unstoppable sergeant.

Makarov wanted to break Task Force 141 from the inside before he would grab a gun to put a bullet into everyone’s head, so he ordered his men to do their research on you.

It didn’t take them too long to find your family, even though you tried your best over the years to make it seem like you didn’t have them. You’d never once talked to anyone about your sister and mother who always waited for you to go home, who were always worried about you whenever you departed and had been gone for months while fighting terrorists.

For the first time in your life you didn’t know what to do, you wanted to tell Price and the others that Makarov had captured your family and gave you no choice but the Russian’s intentions were crystal clear. If you’d told anyone about this, he’d kill your family and would blame it all on Task Force 141.

You even thought about telling Ghost that Makarov had found you and backed you in the corner but you knew if the lieutenant would have found out about any of this, he’d never let you go.

Ever since you joined Makarov, the guilt has been eating you from inside, especially whenever your friends’ name was thrown around as Makarov was planning his next move.

Makarov has been calling you ’Rynda’ ever since you gave yourself up to him which you absolutely despised. Since you were his only living connection to Task Force 141, he’d given you the task of always letting him know what the special forces’s next move might be.

”Like the bell ringing when danger is around the corner,” Makarov had said back then with a wicked smile on his lips. ”I don’t want you to disappoint me, Rynda.”

”I won’t.”

Your words might have caused satisfaction in the man but your tongue was burning with the forced promise you’d had to make to him. Your skin was crawling each time he touched you and his voice crept through your ears like venom.

You hated being Milena’s present. Makarov didn’t want any women on the battlefield but he admired your strength and skills, so he ordered you to always stick to Milena and watch her back. Without his financial support, he would have had some problems getting into this whole capture-or-kill scenario.

Milena always made a sound of her whines about how she hated that you were practically babysitting her. Don’t worry, I hate it too, you’d thought.

Whenever you were alone you missed the guys, missed Price being a father figure to you, missed Gaz making fun of your looks after a horribly executed plan, missed Soap teaching you Scottish, and missed Ghost for… for being himself and keeping you under his wing.

”I admire your dedication, really,” Milena called from the other side of the room.

”Do you?”

Milena glanced up from her papers and searched your face.

”Yes, I’m surprised you betrayed your people right away and did everything Vladimir ordered you to.”

”He didn’t give me much of a choice, did he?” you asked and crossed your arms. You hated that she was able to think that you betrayed your second family easily while in reality, it was wearing you down in every way possible.

You were sure you’d never be able to look into their eyes if you saw them again.

”He knows how to win people over.”

You cleared your throat and narrowed your eyes.

”Or to force them to do something that would benefit him.”

Milena was one delusional woman, you were sure of that. You hated how spineless she was and how easily she could get under your skin within seconds.

If Makarov wasn’t so intimidating then you would have already punched her whenever she said a bad word to you. You would have enjoyed it for sure.

Gunshots and shouting emerged from the other side of the building which made you tense right away.

”What the hell?” Milena asked as she stood up and walked to the wall where the security cameras were shown.

You took a few steps, examining the figures that appeared, and felt the color drain from your face.

You wished you would have mistook them for someone else but after serving with them for years, there was no way you wouldn’t recognize them.

It was Soap and Ghost.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and your stomach turned when you saw Soap getting closer and closer to the door that stood behind you.

With trembling hands, you grabbed your gun and spun on your heel just when the Scots opened the door.

”Special forces, show your hands!”

Raising your guns at the same time, you faced your best friend whose eyes softened the second they found you.

”Cobra…”

It’s been so long since anyone called you that, you almost dropped your gun.

Then you forced yourself to remember your family whose life was on you and how you act now, so you tightened your grip on the cold metal.

”I’d advise you to turn around and leave, Soap.”

Soap lowered his gun while his face dropped in sadness. Your voice was cold and distant, something you’d never used toward him before. You’d only given this treatment to your enemies.

”That’s not going to happen, you know it.”

”I’ll shoot you,” you said, trying to hide your nervousness as he kept your stare.

”You won’t.”

Gritting your teeth, you took a step forward, keeping the gun at him as Milena looked at you in fury.

”What are you waiting for? Shoot him for fuck’s sake!”

No matter how hard you tried, your finger couldn’t touch the trigger. Your heart didn’t let that happen.

Memories flooded and invaded your mind as you looked at John MacTavish who was your favorite partner in crime. Moments of him making you laugh and calming you down after losing a battle made your hands shake in defeat.

You didn’t want to do any of this but you had no choice.

When Soap realized you were not going to shoot him, he let out a small sigh, grabbed one of the chairs, and pushed it forward, his eyes finding Milena.

”Sit.”

You didn’t want to admit but you missed the way Soap could talk coldly to those who were on the other side.

”Fuck you.” Milena spat in hatred.

Soap kept his gaze and gun firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

”Sit down, Milena.”

Milena gave you a deadly glare before dropping her hands and taking a seat. You couldn’t say a word, it seemed like your voice ceased to exist.

”Where is your boss?” Soap asked sharply.

”I don’t have a boss. No one tells me what to do.” Milena said and you almost scoffed. Only if her words were true.

Soap glared at her for a while before turning around when heavy footsteps broke the silence. You lowered your hands, sweat appearing on your skin as you noticed a familiar tall figure moving in the shadows.

Soap turned around when Ghost walked through the door with a laptop in his hand.

”She’s not talking.”

As Ghost’s familiar dark eyes met yours, he stopped walking and you felt your heart skip a beat. Just like every other time he’d looked at you, you felt exposed and small.

Ghost’s eyes never left you as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes held many emotions, such as surprise, melancholy, and distance.

You hated the way he was looking at you like you were someone else. Like you weren’t someone who was close to him like you weren’t the sergeant who was never afraid to be honest and open with him.

Before you could realize that there was nowhere to run from him, he blinked and walked over to the table.

”She’s about to,” he grunted and put the laptop down on the table, and walked to the other side of the room.

Not wanting to look into his eyes again, you focused on Soap who opened the white laptop and extended his hand to Milena who was sitting still like a rock.

”Give me your hand.”

”Why? Or else you’ll cut it off?” Milena asked.

”Your friend over there knows that it’s true when I say to you that it’s not my style,” Soap said glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. Then tilted his head in Ghost’s direction. ”He might.”

Milena seemed to lose her patience with each second that passed by.

”Why the mask?” she snapped.

You almost rolled your eyes at the question you seemed to hear a million times.

”To hide my face.” Ghost answered with cold eyes.

You were surprised he answered even though it was an obvious and useless response.

You felt Ghost’s eyes finding you again, making your skin burn as you dropped your gaze. You were intimidated by his presence and not because you were afraid of him but because you knew for sure that you hurt his feelings when you left.

You wished you weren’t here to live through this unwanted confrontation. A part of you was happy to see them but your heart was aching by the disappointed and hurtful looks you received from them.

”Cobra.” Ghost called after you as you turned your head away. His voice reached your bones immediately and you hated how much you missed your callsign falling off his lips.

”Don’t call me that,” you said dryly, turning back to him.

Ghost gave you a challenging look as he pushed himself away from the wall and closed the distance between you two. With each step he took, you felt your chest tighten with anticipation and guilt. You wanted to look somewhere else but he firmly held your gaze.

He always did and that hasn’t changed.

”How about we give these two birds a few minutes to find a way to cooperate with each other?” Ghost asked and you felt your eyes widen.

”I’m not leaving Milena.”

Ghost gave you a meaningful look and took the gun from your hand with such ease that wasn’t surprising to either of you.

”Yes, you are.”

Remembering that you weren’t supposed to leave Milena’s sight for even a second, you felt panic and annoyance wash over you.

”You can’t just order me around. Not anymore.” You said in a cold tone that made Ghost shift in his place.

Without saying a word, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you with him as he made his way to the other door that led to another empty room.

”Hey! Get your fucking hand off of me!” You shouted in frustration and tried to free yourself from his grasp but Ghost easily dragged you with him through the door and kicked it shut with his foot.

You let out a desperate groan as you grabbed his wrist, trying to pry it off of your arm which seemed tiny compared to his.

You bit into your lower lip as you tried your best to move his fingers but he wasn’t moving an inch.

”Cobra…” his voice was calmer and more thoughtful now that you were alone with him.

You didn’t look at him, only let out a defeated sigh and stopped fighting, your skin slightly aching.

”This hurts.”

Ghost glanced down at his hand still holding onto you and let go of you the second you’d admitted your physical pain. Hurting you was something he never intended to do.

Hissing, you brought your arm to your chest and touched it with your other hand, and turned away from him. You didn’t trust yourself when he was alone with you.

”What are you doing, Cobra?” Ghost asked from behind you and you closed your eyes. Hearing confusion and disappointment hiding in his voice made you feel guiltier than before.

”That’s none of your concern anymore, Ghost.” You replied still facing the wall.

Taking deep breaths you tried your best to collect your thoughts as you heard him walk closer to you, dropping your gun to the table standing next to you.

”It is.”

His voice circled around you like clouds darkening the sky before the storm.

”Why did you leave?”

You pressed your lips against each other and turned around. You got used to his menacing presence coming firstly from his height. You felt small and weak because you knew he could see right through you.

”People change, Lieutenant. You better get used to it.”

”People change that’s for sure. But don’t betray and stab others in the back just like that. A decision like this never comes from a single thought.”

You hated how much he tried to get into your mind, still trying to find answers to his questions that have probably been burning in him since the day you left.

”I refuse to believe that after everything that happened, you’d willingly just switch sides, I know you. And I know how much you despise traitors,” his eyes never left you as he was speaking.

You didn’t say a word, not when you were on the edge of breaking down.

”Talk to me, Cobra.” Ghost said, his voice quiet.

”I can’t,” you shook your head. ”Why don’t you just do your job and get out of here?”

”I’m not leaving until you say something to me.”

”There is nothing for me to say, especially to you.”

Ghost felt his chest tighten at your coldness. He would have never expected you to speak to him this way. Not after how long it took for you two to finally let your guard down around each other.

”Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

”I do, Ghost. Believe it or not, I’m not part of the special forces anymore, so either shoot me or get out of my face.”

”You really think I’d hurt you?” he asked, his voice low and sad.

”You eliminate targets and now I’m one too,” you crossed your arms, trying to look confident.

”I know why you’re pushing me,” he narrowed his eyes. ”And I know for sure that you didn’t betray us because you felt like you could. I know there is something behind all of this that you refuse to tell me.”

You didn’t answer and that was more than enough for him to confirm his theory about you.

”What happened, Cobra?”

”I left and now I’m one of Makarov’s people, that’s what happened!”

You were desperate to try to get him out of here because your heart was breaking with each word that was exchanged between you two.

”No, don’t even say that. I know who you are.”

”You don’t, Simon. Just get over it and let me go,” you snapped and his gaze dropped for a brief second. You didn’t even realize at first that you called him by his real name until you saw the change in his eyes.

It seemed like your words had made a final straw in Simon’s heart. You hated yourself for talking to him like that and you wished you could go back to them, to him, and forget about this nightmare you’d fallen into.

”I thought I was someone whom you could trust because you can be sure as hell that I still trust you with my life. Whether you like it or not."

His words made more impact on you than they should have. They meant the world to you and knowing that even after turning your back on him, he still trusted you and wanted you to go back.

”I trusted you.”

Trusted you. Past tense which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

”You didn’t if you could leave me like I was nothing to you.” Ghost confronted you with raw honesty, not even hiding the fact of how much your decision had pained him.

”It wasn’t easy,” you admitted, hugging your stomach and your eyes filling with unwanted tears. You hated if someone saw the vulnerable side of you, you hated being vulnerable but around Ghost, you knew he wouldn’t use your pain against you. Never.

Ghost stepped closer to you, making it impossible to look at anything else but him. When he heard your voice tremble and saw your eyes become glossy, he knew he meant something to you after all.

Lifting his hand, he put his index finger under your jaw and made you look at him. His eyes mirrored his emotions as he watched you slowly letting go of the invisible mask you’d hidden behind.

”You don’t need to keep anything from me, Cobra. Have I ever broken your trust and let you down?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as a lonely tear escaped and rolled down on your hot skin.

When you slowly shook your head, he dipped his to your level.

”Then tell me. Please.”

Swallowing your doubts, you took a shaky breath, his hand still on you.

”He’ll kill me.”

”I won’t let that happen,” Ghost promised it without a second thought.

The words were on the tip of your tongue, almost jumping down. You hated to keep secrets from anyone, especially from Simon who had proven himself worthy of your trust more than once.

”Cobra, I can’t help if you don’t let me,” he continued with sad eyes and wiped your face.

It surprised you how a tall giant like him who had a name for his ruthless methods and interrogation scenes, could act so soft and careful with you.

It was hard to believe that the hand that was confronting you and wiping away your tears had killed so many people before.

With your lower lip quivering, you felt your fear taking over you, making your knees shake. Ghost watched you with worried eyes as you let out a sob you couldn’t hold back anymore and jumped into his arms, hiding your face into his neck.

As you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, you felt the heat coming off of his body, his tenseness slowly fading away once he’d realized what you were doing.

Ghost embraced your hug, his big arms wrapping around you like a shield, silently promising to keep you safe. He felt your scent filling his nose and his heart slowing down as your bodies pressed against each other’s.

”He has my family, Simon. He’ll kill them if I don’t obey his orders,” you sobbed in pure panic, your small hands holding onto him.

Ghost exhaled and tightened his grip around you, his head dropping onto yours with ease.

”Shh… I’m here,” he scooted you as you let your tears fall onto his gear.

”I couldn’t tell anyone and he made me swear to leave you or else…”

Ghost didn’t say it was okay or that it would be all right. Because he wasn’t sure if he could keep his promise if he’d told you something you wanted to hear at the moment.

So, he just kept you in his arms and rubbed your back while his heart came to peace now that he knew the real reason why you left them.

”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

”Hey, hey…” Ghost pulled you away slightly so that he could look into your eyes.

When you glanced up at him, his eyes didn’t make you feel anxious like a few minutes ago, they made you realize you weren’t alone and that he wasn’t blaming you for anything.

”Don’t be sorry, family comes first.” Ghost answered. ”You did what you have to, I understand.”

”But you’re also my family,” you whispered in a defeated tone and his eyes softened.

”It’s okay, Cobra. I’m not mad, I could never be mad at you,” he admitted and pulled you into his chest, his hand caressing your hair.

You sniffed and hid your face in his chest, wishing you could wake up from this nightmare.

But unfortunately, you were awake. You have been this whole time and there was no turning back from now.

”I wish you would have told me without running away,” he said quietly. ”I understand why you did it, I just wish you would have told me.”

”I wanted to,” you admitted, your voice small and vulnerable.

”Why didn’t you then?” he asked, still holding you against his chest.

You sighed and wiped your flushed face, your other hand still around his waist.

”I was afraid you wouldn’t have let me leave.”

”You’re fucking right I wouldn’t have let you do that,” he agreed immediately, causing you to giggle.

Ghost felt warmness fill his chest at your almost laugh, making it easier for him to breathe now that you were in his arms and let yourself smile.

He missed you, a lot.

”I trust you, Simon. You know, I do.”

He hummed as he let his fingertips dance on your skin a little.

”It was hard to believe otherwise when I woke up to you missing one day.”

The familiar feeling of guilt made your expression drop and your brows furrow. You really wished things would have been different.

You hated yourself for making Ghost feel like he didn’t mean anything to you. You hated yourself for making him almost lose his faith in you.

”I’d tell you that you’re coming back with us but something tells me you won’t.”

You stepped away from him, letting go of his torso with defeated eyes.

”He’ll kill them, I can’t go with you,” you said sadly. You’d never felt so lost and desperate before and Simon could see that in your eyes.

”So, what…” his voice trailed off. ”You’re just going to stay by his side and do whatever the fuck he wants you to?”

”It’s not like I want to work for him, Simon. But I have no choice.”

”We’ll figure something out,” he replied.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair in frustration.

”You can’t, you know it.”

Ghost shook his head. ”No, there has to be a way… We have to do something before he kills you.”

”I appreciate your concern but there’s nothing you can do for me,” you whispered in a hoarse voice.

Ghost stared at you while hundreds of thoughts had run through his mind, wondering if there was a way he could help you. Hoping he could say or do something that would make you feel better.

”I have to do something… I can’t lose you again, I won’t.”

His words made your heart almost jump out of your chest while he massaged the back of his neck. You felt physically weak at the plea of his voice while he was trying to find a solution.

But there was none.

Not when Makarov had his chains on you like on a dog.

”I’ll be fine, just go.”

Ghost looked at you with hesitation.

”I can’t, Cobra. What if I won’t see you again?”

Wiping your eyes, you took a shaky breath. Him trying to get you out of this just made the whole situation more unbearable.

”We knew what we were signing up for when we joined the special forces, Lt.”

Ghost felt his heart starting to ache in sadness as he took your defeated and exhausted sight in. You weren’t the woman who once made a race with him about getting more kills on a mission or not.

You were only a shadow of yourself and he hated to see you this way.

He would have done anything to be able to take you back with him to the base and never let you go.

It terrified him how lost he’d felt when you left the team, he could still remember how he’d stare at the ceiling of his room, wondering if he’d ever see you again.

”Don’t talk like that, Cobra.” Ghost scolded you. ”Now is not the time.”

”You know I might end up getting killed after all.”

”Don’t.” Ghost said in a stern voice, his body tensing at your words. ”Nobody is dying. Not on my watch and I’m going to keep my word.”

It made you feel better to know that Ghost didn’t hold anything against you. Your soul found peace now that he knew the why behind your decisions and betrayal. It killed you that you couldn’t go home with him and Soap.

Ghost stepped closer to you and waited for you to look into his dark eyes that led you directly to his soul.

”I’m going to get you out of this, Cobra. I promise. I’m not leaving anyone behind, especially you.”

His promise made you forget the danger that was around the corner and just for a brief second you were happy to let yourself believe what Ghost was saying.

”You better not to, lieutenant.”

Ghost huffed and touched the side of your face, his thumb softly caressing your skin. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch and forgot how to breathe for a moment.

Simon Riley was famous for a lot of things and keeping his promise was one of them. That was the only thing that helped you come to peace with the things you were forced to do in order to protect your family.

[3xen]

hihiii can I req a aamon x reader where's it's like arranged marriage au typa vibe?? both from different kingdoms n are very different but manage to yk bond n stuff 😖😖

asunder; aamon since the marriage ceremony, he's been unseen in his own home. you only feel its right—if you're the person to confront him.

n. i was hitting that poetry shit in this one omg. and please, good lord, i just wanna believe aamon is canonically british. please. i tried to capture ur req as best as i could!

c. arranged marriage au, unrequited love, ooc(?)

aamon deliberately meddled himself into his work and duties more often than he would have. he found consolation within his office—so he never left it. each day would be scheduled with meetings, inspections, and business matters. he immediately became weary of it. but he didn’t halt with his bearish intentions. 

it was the fourth week that you resided in his home. each week passed without his presence. it became most apparent that aamon was dodging your entire existence. 

a feeling of transgression and inhospitality poked at the back of his brain—a pot of poison stirring in his fleshy stomach. he was glued to his chair, stuck in a boundless hex. 

and you still hadn’t had a clue on what his intentions were. nonetheless, you tried to not make much out of it—marriage life was hectic and you decided his feelings couldn’t be misheard.

it was an overwhelming decision, even more, a forced decision by your kingdom. you never intended to settle for marriage so soon, given, prior to your engagement; you remained committed as a solitary princess. 

it was an unexplored aspect for the both of you. 

“aamon-“ you entered the unoccupied space, a cold breeze running through your feet. aamon’s usual lively office was completely empty. 

it took a few moments of reflection before you entered his office. hadn’t your curiosity got the best of you, you surely would have left as quick as you came. you flicked the lights on, bringing the interior of his room to light. 

it was plain—modernized to a suitable extent. wooden bookshelves outlined the outer walls of his office, besides them were file cabinets. he had one large desk in the center, file folders and miscellaneous papers sloppily scattered around the surface of the desk.

a large window faced from behind his desk, gaining a considerable source of light—allowing either the sun or moon to glimmer off the reflection of his desk. 

you anxiously approach the desk—your fingers running along the cluttered articles. as your eyes watched the tips of your fingers graze the tough surface, you caught a glimpse of an opened paged journal noted with ‘entry iii’. 

you moved any unwanted objects out of the way, your own consciousness growing more intrigued as moments passed by. you took the article in your hand, eyes darting to meet each word to match your mouth. 

entry iii

     her countenance deceives me, whereas her actions lighten me. if i were to write a report to her peers, i would think she was a bewitching maiden. her mere presence creates an altercation between herself and i. my perception of that woman is scarcely comparable to one of a few things. it has me bound at my will. i want to ultimately refuse her propositions of companionship. thenceforth, i will avoid that woman of great mystery. 

a visible frown was placed upon your lips. you had been good. throughout your time here, you have been nothing but good. what could aamon hold so much against you? what was his ulterior motive? 

a fit of rage threatened to surge from you—it can’t be. you shifted your eyes downward from the page and instead of falling to your feet—your pupils focused on a small fonted phrase. 

princess, i’m afraid i can no longer fool myself.

your breath hitched as the journal fell from your hands. “i see you’ve explored my study.” aamon cocked his head to the side—almost in disbelief. he entered the room with a heavy presence and it went completely unnoticed by you. 

“aamon.” your entire body felt numb as you stood like a deer in headlights, unable to move forward from your spot. 

aamon chuckled in amusement—he seemed the least offended with the intrusion. it didn’t take long until your body finally found its motion and you discreetly walked away from his desk. 

the prospect of it all felt impudent—to his letter of criticism, and lastly; his judgment of you. you received his disregard as something that would soon pass. or maybe, it was a plain misconception to you. 

“have you read my letter?” he inquired. 

“yes.” 

he nodded in acknowledgement as he moved to sit comfortably into the chair behind his desk. “it’s exactly what it says,” 

your eyebrows dug into your forehead. he spoke calmly, with a steady expression. “excuse me?” 

“the letter.” i blink in disbelief. 

“you intrigue me, princess.” the glint in his eyes meant more than what he said. his commendation of sanction captured you in his essence. 

once he played your game—maybe you would play his.

© 3xen

[mairon-goth-minion]

dunno if it’s any good because I wrote it in the airplane on one hour of sleep but here’s a dragonrose oneshot 🤘

The beast’s warm breath tickled Charlie’s face as he brought his hand to its neck. She was magnificent. Scales the color of obsidian, spikes as sharp as swords forged in the sturdiest of metals, eyes like flames embedded in a living jewel.

However, when he looked to his side, Charlie saw the brightest jewel of all, whose mouth hung open, awestruck, with eyes the color of emeralds, shining bright as treasures under the sun and hair like molten gold, looking ever so soft: his best friend, the most precious of all jewels, Felix Rosier.

The dragon’s sudden snort snapped Charlie out of his contemplation, and he focused his attention back to the beast.

They’d just captured it, after it had escaped, flying above muggle Poland, and Charlie was quite glad not to be in charge of all the paperwork. This Hungarian Horntail was a fierce one, but Felix and Charlie were extremely efficient when paired up, and this first mission had only cost them a few scratches, an old cloak and perhaps some strands of hair singed off, but that didn’t really matter.

At the present moment, they’d managed to tie the dragon down, and for some weird reason they’d had to bring her to Ireland because there was a magizoologist there who apparently really wanted to meet a dragon and just couldn’t afford to go too far away from their laboratory, so they’d paid extra to have the dragon brought to them, and of course it was Charlie and Felix who had to take care of it.

 “They couldn’t even send an extra person. Damn budget cuts.”

Felix looked at him and smiled.

 “We don’t need an extra person. You’re more than enough for me. Plus, the zoologist should be here soon.”

Bloody hell, how did Felix always manage to make him feel all fuzzy inside? 

 “It’s magizoologist, not just ‘zoologist’, Rosier.”

The two turned around and saw a familiar face, grinning.

 “Scamander! Fancy seeing you here!” Charlie went forth to shake their friend’s hand. “So you wanted to see the beauty?”

 “Oh yes.” The magizoologist (not a mere zoologist, mind you) turned to look at the Horntail and let out a gasp. “And my, oh my, what a beauty she is! What’s her name?”

 “I called her Misty, after the weather we had to capture her in,” Felix answered, gazing fondly at their captive. “But dragons aren’t usually given names. I wish that it weren’t the case...”

 “So you two are dragon tamers, eh?”

 Charlie looked at his best friend and smiled.

 “Correct.”

 “Still friends?”

 “What do you mean? Of course we’re friends. Why?” Felix asked.

 “Oh. I thought that… You know what? Nevermind. I guess that I won my bet with Tonks.”

 “What bet?”

Scamander’s grin grew wider, revealing her small dimples.

 “Well there’s no fun in telling now! This is something that you’ll have to figure out on your own.”

Newt Scamander’s daughter was truly… something. Just as eccentric as her father, with a jumble of her parents’ personalities, resulting in a one of the most interesting people Charlie had ever met. He’d trust her with his life, but not with a sandwich. 

Felix and Charlie exited the cavern, leaving Scamander alone with the dragon. To be completely honest, they were a bit scared to get between Scamander and whatever new beast fascinated her. 

What was funny was that, despite their being good friends, he’d never learned her first name. She’d introduced herself as Scamander and that’s what they’d called her ever since.

For a few minutes, neither Felix nor Charlie said a word, both admiring the scenery. Rolling hills of a lustrous green (Felix’ eyes were prettier, though); cliffs falling into the sea; fog creeping towards them from the coast; salt in the air, filling their nostrils. 

Soon, though, the fog had become so thick that Charlie could barely see Felix anymore, even if he was just a few meters away.

He began walking towards his friend, but it seemed that both of them had had the same idea, and they bumped into each other, falling down.

 “Ouch!” Charlie cried in pain as his head hit the ground.

 “You okay?”

Felix had fallen on top of him, hands on the ground, Charlie’s head between them.

Oh. This was bad. This was very bad. Charlie couldn’t breathe. Felix’s face was so close. Too close. Their lips a few inches apart, and that was all Charlie could think about. His brain had fried.

For a while, neither of them moved, only staring in each other’s eyes (how were his friend’s eyes so pretty?), and the air felt like it was filled with electricity.

Suddenly, as Scamander called them, the moment was gone and they scrambled to their feet, cheeks red.

 “Thank you a lot, guys! I had the time to study a bit… Misty, wasn’t it?”

Neither Felix nor Charlie answered, both too caught up in what had happened -in what could have happened- just a few seconds before.

Scamander didn’t seem to notice, and continued talking about her reaserches about the differences between the tempers of beasts in order to categorize them following her own scale.

 “…so really, werewolves are clearly very similar to humans, as they are humans, except for during the full moon, which makes them closer to vampires. Then again, vampires don’t have a ‘time of month’, an werewolves are very different in many ways regarding the temper, as vampires keep their intellectual capacities intact, whereas werewolves have many difficulties with controlling themselves. I need more tests subjects, of course, which is why…”

She went on for about half an hour, and Charlie would truly have loved listening, as neither Scamander nor conversations with her boring, had his mind not been solely focused on Felix.

Had they nearly… kissed? Did Felix really like him back?

And this wasn’t even the first time something like that happened.

The exact same electricity, and an interruption. There was always an interruption.

He turned towards Felix and saw that he was looking at him too.

They turned away, embarrassed, and didn’t speak until at least half an hour after Scamander’s departure.

 “So…” Charlie started, unsure of what to say.

 “The Horntail. We have to bring Misty back to Romania.” Felix said very quickly, avoiding Charlie’s eyes.

In a few days, they’d probably act as they normally did around each other, just as every other time similar ‘incidents’ happened. They’d become very good at pretending they weren’t madly in love with each other.

[analiavs]

Goon Squad in Corruption of Champions

CoC is one of the infamous og text based porn games. Can still be played through android apk or flash emulator, features body transformation both furry and nonfurry, a boatload of fetishes, and a corruption stat. Xianxia mod still gets love till this day

Nice because theres enough male content to keep me entertained even without many named male npcs. In my biased opinion modern TiTS and CoC2 turned into hyper titty waifu simulator 9000s

And I sound like the goonmaster supreme typing this but if all feminine transformations lead to hyper titty bimboification then at the very least give us something to bounce on. But enough about that.

Remy

Doesnt hate it as much as he probably should. Once he realized all he needed to do was bend over and he could avoid most problems that’s exactly what he did. As a result has no money or items. Lives off of cum essentially.

Unfortunately that speed ran his corruption so he starts seeking out partners happily.

While exploring discovers the hills/mountains and finds the la bova cows and minotaurs and thinks this is his moment. Ends up addicted to minotaur cum within the week.

But he’s tenacious, works his way up. Starts taming imps and hellhounds to do his bidding. Eventually manages to tame a minotaur, and eventually manages to build an impressive cock harem. Unfortunately completely forgot his goal (#corruption) but does have them build a fancy little palace where they live fucking and sucking the days away

Leighton

Thinks he will thrive in a sex world does not. Can’t even find a low ranking succubus to take him as a thrall, but it’s relatively easy for him to get with goblins and slime girls. But it’s just as easy for imps or green slimes to gang up on him.

Is desperate to be desirable, let’s bee girls fill him with eggs, lets sandtraps capture him etc even tries to get a drider to keep him doesnt work

Takes tfs to make himself cuter. Ends up hanging out at the bazaar where an incubus does take interest in keeping him as an eager pet

Briar

Thinks he’s about to become some supreme incubus, unfortunately he is immediately captured and in cosmic irony used as a novelty pet by the incubus that captured him

Humans are rare enough that he’s forced to stay human and keep his regular sized endowments.

Forced to dress up and entertain guests. Occasionally thinks he’s got a chance to turn the tables on his new master but its just a trick for punishment sex

Unlike Leighton is a spoiled brat of a pet

Bailey

The one most like the champion. Fights and retreats when necessary. Avoids the strange food, though does kind of want to become a naga. Like Briar the novelty of a human makes him a popular target but he’s fighting tooth and nail

He’s armed and dangerous might even end up taking down Lethice. though he’s not actually going out of his way to save anyone he’s still Bailey after all

Avery

Is over the bullshit. Settles in Tel’Andre and tries to start a business

Would never run around in the wilderness like some kind of savage unfortunately being a complete outsider he can’t finangle his way into high society but it’s better than getting stuck in some dungeon

Quinn

Like Avery tries to find some place chill to settle unfortunately wanders into a tentacle beast den almost immediately. like Remy discovers an affinity for monster taming. settles into a relaxed if dishonorable life as a tentabeast master

Zephyr

(Partially Xianxia mod)

Heads straight to the ocean to become a pirate shark, is living his best life fucking, sucking, and robbing

Soon has a crew of fellow sea morphs

Wren

Bets EVERYTHING on a rigged poker game luckily hes able to use his transferable skills to save himself from a bimboified fate. But has that threat hanging over him if he ever does fail a mission

Eden

Like Bailey doesnt shy away from battle. Unfortunately starts crushing minotaur blood for some reason and becomes a massive basically feral minotaur. At least hes able to get a bunch of spouses, mostly goblins and slimes though. Ngl the vibes are rancid 😭😭😭 way too many pregnant goblins fighting over him, but he loves it, he has the family he always wanted

Harper

In his defense he thought the whole town would be transported to this perfect world he discovered in an ancient tome.

But theres so many subjects, experiments he can do on others and himself.

He spends time perfecting his form and capturing test subjects. Gives the devils a run for their money and honestly its worse because hes just doing it for the love of the game

All kinds of insane combos, dogboy imps, satyrs with lipples, minotaurs with barbed penises. If you can think it he’s doing it.

His lab is somewhere deep in the defiled ravine, and he essentially becomes some kind of boogeyman

[streets-in-paradise]

Hope - Clay Miller x Reader

Friday 13th (2009) Oneshot

Warnings: Some cringy dialogue ( let's face it,the group are all cringy stereotypes lol). Allusions to Jason's story and some grim warnings regarding him. I'm also expanding the new rule introduced in the 2009 film, where sense of familiarity with his past not only distracted him but also made him spare a life for a while.

Summary: You are the only person who has given Clay any hope on the desperate search for his sister. Unlike most of the locals he had approached, some mysterious reason keeps you convinced that she could still be alive and on this determination you join forces with him.

Nobody else seems to mind about it and when the blatant disrespect from a tourist really pisses you off, you stand up for Clay giving him a frightening show exposing why he should care.

Tags: @drum-bot-brian

It was weird for Clay to find a self presented volunteer when the entire community was ignoring him, but when you approached him with the missing poster in hand offering your help he felt slightly relieved. At least he wasn’t completely alone and although you were a bit odd, you had a strong will to support him. Looking at Whitney’s picture, you simply stated that she looked like a sweet girl and that could possibly mean she could still be around. When asked about it, you acted as if some intuition based on practical knowledge would be telling you that. You wouldn’t tell him why, but you were convinced that she was still to be found. 

Of course, it was not going to be easy and the shitty attitudes you would find in the way were unnerving. The handsome, soft tempered boy you were following had the patience of a saint, but you wouldn’t stand it. The tone deaf blond guy at the gas station was the moment when you knew you had enough. 

After a very brief argument Clay was just going to leave, but you had other plans.  

“ He will wreck you.” You casually told the stranger in a sinister tone. “ Mock us while you still can, blondie. I believe his sister has a chance ... You? Not so much."

Everyone was weirded, but he thought you were just looking for a fight. 

“ Yeah, I don’t think so.” Was his self satisfying reply. “ You, him and who else?” 

It made you chuckle and you struggled for it not to turn into a full loud cackle.  

“ You aren’t from here, aren’t you? " You followed, giving a few steps closer to him with a weirdly intimidating demeanor. “ People don’t get to be jerks here and walk out harmless, the forest has eyes and its guardian loathes people like you the most..”

The asshole clearly didn't get to fully comprehend the meaning of your words. Still, you managed to creep him and his girlfriend, what was enough vengeance for you. The most inmediate reaction you obtained for Clay was a bit of hard to hide laughing, probably thinking that you were just messing with the guy, but he did capture some underneath intentionality in your strange warning.

He trully thought it was a joke, untill he later referenced it again in a lighter note and your face let him know it wasn't a funny little scheme he should feel thankfull for.

" You don't have to thank me, it's all real. " You cutted him off. " Weird things happen arround here, the kind that nobody would believe. People go missing to never be found and we pretend is not our problem … I need to help you because i really like you and you HAVE to get out from here as soon as possible. "

Your hand was shaking and he held it as as a reassuring gesture before inviting you to continue.

" If you know anything that could make this easier, please share it. "

Your soft look adquired a glimpse of skepticism.

" It doesn't matter. Even if i try to explain you, it would be impossible to make you understand. One does not believe it untill you see it and very few survive to tell the tale. "

He smiled and you couldn't help to internally melt to the softness in his expression.

" I promise i will believe you. Or at least I will do my best, anything that may help me understand would be amazing ríght now. "

The indirectly mocking tone in the last part made you smile back, then you swallowed hard ríght before starting your tale.

" To many persons he can mean different things, but I see him as a guardian of the forest. Not necesarily of the enviromental care type, but we know he hunts down people for doing stupid shit. It's a sort of local legend: a bullied kid who died back in the old summer camp and now remains as an undead watcher of the area. Legend says that once triggered he can't be stopped, but i believe different and that's why i feel your sister could be alive. "

He wasn't getting it, but kept himself loyal to the promise and didn't question you. His guess was in myth and reality mixing up to end up covering the activity of a serial killer whose victims were attributed to the legend by the locals.

One way or another, it wasn't the hopefull take he once expected.

" What made you think that? Besides from an obvious bias coming from your interest in me."

You felt a bit embarrased, but it didn't ruined your disposition to continue.

" I believe he is capable of sparing a life only when coming across things he finds familar. I saw it happening with my own two eyes. "

It wasn't easy, but you had to tell him the truth.

" Back in highschool I wanted so badly to belong, to feel how was like to be a part of something. I was hanging out with people who just wanted to make fun of me, fooling myself into believing someday i could be friends. "

You began to cry, pausing for an instant untill the sobbing would be slow enough to allow you finish.

" … They are gone and i'm still here. Common sense would be thinking i just hid myself well, i fooled him. I didn't, i can't help thinking he just pretended not to spot me. The pathetic, lonely, bullied looser must have have hitted close to home. "

You hugged him out of sudden and he didn't protest about it. Of all the weird things you said, he only understood you were admitting to be the only survivor of a massacre.

" Your sister seems like a lovely girl. If i'm still breathing, you can count there is hope for her. "

He had no words that could possibly express any processing of what you just told him, but trully appreciated the deep comfort of your embrace.

[planetconfession]

(C) One last goodbye…///

Final Unsent Letter

This letter has sat in my drafts folder, untouched, for years. It’s lingered in my email box, haunting me like a ghost I couldn’t bring myself to face. For the longest time, I wasn’t ready to let it go—not ready to admit what it meant or why it hurt so much. But now, as I compile works for my book, I realize it deserves to see the light.

I know you’ll never read it, and maybe that’s for the best. Still, I can’t deny that you had a hand in shaping some of my most reflective, raw, and emotionally charged pieces. You stirred something in me that I couldn’t ignore, even when I tried. It feels right, almost poetic, to share it here on the blog where my writing journey truly began.

Your impact on my life—whether painful, transformative, or bittersweet—wove its way into my words. And though I’ve moved forward, this letter remains a testament to the depth of what I felt and the lessons I’ve carried. It would be a shame not to give it the home it deserves.

So here it is, finally out in the open. A piece of the past, released to the present, so I can move fully into the future.

I don’t even know where to start. From the moment you finally said that you were done with whatever we were. I have been trying to put these feelings into words, and no matter how many times I rewrite this, it never feels like enough. For months, I’ve told myself this would be the perfect goodbye letter—a chance to find closure and move on—but the truth is, you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve my carefully chosen words, my vulnerability, or the peace that comes from me wrapping this up in a neat little bow. You put me through hell. You dragged me down into a darkness I didn’t know existed, left me there to claw my way out, and then walked away as if none of it mattered. And now? Now you expect me to let go without questions, without resentment, without carrying the weight of everything you did to me? That’s not going to happen.

I knew you for what felt like forever, though in reality, you were just a fleeting chapter in the story of my life. You were a boy when I met you, brimming with charm and unfulfilled potential, and I stayed long enough to watch you become a man—or at least, what I thought was a man. And in that time, I fell. I fell not just in love, but into belief, into hope, into every whispered promise you made under a sky full of stars. You didn’t just capture my heart; you held my soul in your hands. I opened myself to you completely, like a book with no secrets, no locked pages. I let you read every chapter—my fears, my dreams, the parts of me I never let anyone see. And when you told me you loved me, I believed you with everything I had. How could I not? Your words felt like home, and at the time, that was all I ever wanted.

Maybe that’s why I held on so long. For a time, you were my salvation. You were there in the darkest moments of my life, when the ground beneath me was crumbling and I didn’t know how to stand on my own. For that, I thank you. Without you, I might not have survived. Without you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to leave the hands that bruised my skin, shattered my spirit, and left me believing I was worthless. Without you, I might never have discovered the fire buried deep inside me—the one that ached to burn through every chain that held me captive.

For a while, you were my lifeline. You were the good in a world that had shown me so much pain. Almost savior-like, I gave you power—so much power—to hold me together. I trusted you with it, clung to it like a drowning person clings to a lifeboat. But you didn’t save me. Instead, you took that power and used it against me. Slowly, piece by piece, you dismantled what was left of me.

The pain you caused wasn’t physical—it was worse. You didn’t leave bruises on my skin; you left them on my soul. You reached inside me and gripped my heart with the same hands I once thought were kind. And every time I managed to gather the broken pieces of myself, you’d squeeze, hard enough to shatter me all over again. It felt like dying, over and over, but never being granted the mercy of release.

Looking back, I realize you knew exactly what you were doing. You were great at it—great at making me feel extraordinary just by being near you. Great at making me hang on to every word you said, whether it was sharp and cruel or soft and sweet. You knew how to keep me tethered to you, how to make me believe I didn’t deserve better. And, God help me, I let you. I forgave you every time, because I didn’t know how to do anything else.

But the worst part? You could have been honest with me. When you came back into my life, you could have told me you didn’t want something real. You could have told me you only wanted a friend with benefits. I might have been able to handle that. But no. You told me you loved me. You let me fall for you—piece by piece, word by word—until I was too far gone to see the lies for what they were.

You told me you loved me. And in the same breath, you told her it wasn’t serious.

Do you have any idea what that did to me? Do you understand what it feels like to have every word I held onto—every promise, every dream—reduced to nothing? It broke me in ways I didn’t know were possible. It made me question everything about myself, about love, about trust. It made me feel like I was nothing.

But here’s the thing: I’m not nothing. I’ve found my way out of the wreckage you left behind. I’ve rebuilt my life without you, and though the memories still sting, I’ve realized something you’ll never take from me: I deserve more. I deserve honesty, respect, and love that doesn’t come wrapped in lies and betrayal.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? You held me captive, but it was your absence that finally set me free. Now, with the scars you left behind, I carry the lesson I never wanted but desperately needed. My fire was never yours to extinguish. It was mine all along.

So no, this isn’t the perfect goodbye letter. It’s not tied up neatly with forgiveness or closure. It’s messy, raw, and filled with the truth you were never brave enough to give me. This letter isn’t for you—it’s for me.

Because while I may carry the ghost of what we could have been, I refuse to carry the chains of what you did to me. I’m free now. And that is something you can never take away from me…////unsent letters to A.C. From Cas/// 2015-2016

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[mrsonychinus]

my thoughts on Netflix's ATLA live action

As an adult who watched this show growing up and was there for the countdown to the comet (iykyk!!) I have thoughts!

Best: Zuko. angsty, teenage boy depression, father issues, determined to a self-destructive degree. The actor is great at capturing all these facets of Zuko's conflicting, complex character. Really great with the choreography/martial arts too. Its not easy to pull off Zuko's mostly shaven but with a ponytail haircut, but this actor manages it. And yes, the opening scene with him seeing the beam of light from the iceberg and saying, "Finally." did give me some chills. Honestly the actor just captures Zuko really well. Great casting.

Worst: Katara. has the personality of an elegant yet unassuming well watered house plant. Its more because of the writing than the actress… she's doing her best with this depressing egg whites version of Katara she's had thrusted upon her. It's not going to be convincing when Toph comes along next season and calls her sugar queen.

Aang: never has any fun. spends every episode staring into the distance being sorrowful and melancholic. *teardrop rolls down cheek* he is a depressed 40 year old in the body of a 12 year old. He has no fun side to him anymore- an important side for a 12 year old kid to have! Also spends the entirety of season one (you know, titled "water"!) and doesn't learn a lick of waterbending, not even from Katara, who spends a lot of it learning from the waterbending scroll!! Why??? However the actor is doing a great job and I think he captures Aang's essence really well. He is young and I think next season he will improve a lot.

Sokka: I almost forgot to write thoughts down for him, which I think says more than anything else. He's essentially been boiled down to the same old overprotective big brother, but now he comes complete with daddy issues. It's a little hilarious that Katara's worst memory is watching her mom get burned alive by a firebender soldier while Sokka's is hearing his dad say he's disappointed with him. Kind of ruins the moment tbh. They really took all the fun aspects of the main Gaang and dulled them down completely, its sad. At least he's cute though- and imo, the chemistry with Suki's actress was there.

The previous avatars: every single one meets Aang just to berate & yell at him and tell him he shouldn't have friends and where has he been for the past 100 years without giving him a second to speak. What?? Sadly it seems any dignity, grace, or wisdom the previous avatars had in the original, has been completely wiped out in this live action. Also, this idea of them telling Aang about things that are going to happen makes no sense. Did no previous avatar tell Roku his friend was going to betray him, let him die on the island, and start a 100 year long war? Also the idea of Aang being able to communicate ONLY if he's in one of their temples is stupid. What is the point of the avatar state, then? Will Roku be able to teach him anything at all?

Princess Yue: yes I wrote an entire paragraph about her lol. She is one of my favorite minor characters. I think they wanted her to look so accurate to her original counterpart that she just looks too much like a cosplayer, with such a stiff and lifeless looking wig. This is the one and only time I will concede I prefer M. Night's version of Yue as far as costuming goes, though both funnily enough forget her eyebrows shouldn't be dark. The actress was fine. But this version of Yue is quite a different person from og Yue, I can't really compare. Plus, it feels like we see her for a good 10 minutes before she dies for the moon spirit. I couldn't buy into her and Sokka having feelings for each other because it felt like they knew each other for a good 2 hours at most. Ideally, I think these two versions kind of fused together would be perfect.

Azula/Mai/Ty Lee: Grouping them together because. Azula is the most unconvincing out of the characters for me. I don't buy that this girl is supposed to be the princess Azula for a second. I'm neither intrigued nor intimidated, and that's pretty bad as Azula was one of my top favorite characters from the original. The costume is fine, the wig feels cheap, her dialogue is horrendous, the actress can't convince me. Azula isn't smart or cunning, sharp, or collected, and her "working with Zhao" just made her look dumb when the entire plan flopped. She is a whiny, petulant little girl stamping her feet in every other scene. It's not for me. Also, the way her relationship with Ozai is depicted here makes Ozai look like a loser, too. It's like they want us to not be afraid of either of them.

As for Mai and Ty Lee. Ty Lee is fine. She looks okay, the actress is fine for how little we see her. On Mai, the wig is just so bad I don't get what happened. It's like they're struggling on the line of being realistic with the styling, or leaning completely in cartoon-character-came-to-life. I don't think the actress for Mai here was a good choice.

Dialogue: the worst part of this show. When they're not completely quoting word for word from the original, it's.. just bad. Everything is always exposition and thats not good. The few moments that aren't are just... idk.

CGI: not bad. I was expecting worse. Fire, earth, and air all look great. Water feels a little slow, mostly when its just water and not ice but that can be improved I assume. Koh was pretty cool, as was Wan Shi Tong.

Settings: Beautiful!! Omashu looked great. South and North water tribes looked great. Ozai's throne room looked incredible and I was annoyed every time we see it, he is just standing around and not sitting on his throne. It just reminded me how amazing the buildup to Ozai and Azula's reveals were in og season 1.

Costume: Its either a hit or a miss. There's strangley not much in between. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, June, Ozai, Jet, Suki, the Kyoshi warriors, all look pretty great. Then you have characters like Azula, Mai, or Yue, who just look like half decent cosplayers. It kind of takes you out of the moment when it looks like the person is a cartoon character, rather than just a normal person. For example, compare how Katara looks compared to Azula.

Music: of course it was fantastic. A lot of it (I think most) was from the original show, which has one of the greatest soundtracks an animated show has ever had imo.

Final thoughts: Ultimately, it was kind of what I was expecting. You can't condense 20+ episodes worth of development into 8 and expect it all to flow perfectly. However, there are also a lot of changes that really don't make sense to me. I am very curious to know how on earth they will do seasons 2 and 3, as season 1 is the slowest in pace compared to the next two seasons. The original's finale was split into four episodes! Unless they add more episodes for next season, it's going to be a big jumbled mess of lore being shoved into our faces. I am also concerned about Toph. The Gaang so far has been stripped of their fun/unique personality traits. Is Toph going to be the same?

[timeandneverendingtrails]

One last goodbye…/// Final Unsent Letter This letter has sat in my drafts folder, untouched, for years. It’s lingered in my email box, haunting me like a ghost I couldn’t bring myself to face. For the longest time, I wasn’t ready to let it go—not ready to admit what it meant or why it hurt so much. But now, as I compile works for my book, I realize it deserves to see the light. I know you’ll never read it, and maybe that’s for the best. Still, I can’t deny that you had a hand in shaping some of my most reflective, raw, and emotionally charged pieces. You stirred something in me that I couldn’t ignore, even when I tried. It feels right, almost poetic, to share it here on the blog where my writing journey truly began. Your impact on my life—whether painful, transformative, or bittersweet—wove its way into my words. And though I’ve moved forward, this letter remains a testament to the depth of what I felt and the lessons I’ve carried. It would be a shame not to give it the home it deserves. So here it is, finally out in the open. A piece of the past, released to the present, so I can move fully into the future.

I don’t even know where to start. From the moment you finally said that you were done with whatever we were. I have been trying to put these feelings into words, and no matter how many times I rewrite this, it never feels like enough. For months, I’ve told myself this would be the perfect goodbye letter—a chance to find closure and move on—but the truth is, you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve my carefully chosen words, my vulnerability, or the peace that comes from me wrapping this up in a neat little bow. You put me through hell. You dragged me down into a darkness I didn’t know existed, left me there to claw my way out, and then walked away as if none of it mattered. And now? Now you expect me to let go without questions, without resentment, without carrying the weight of everything you did to me? That’s not going to happen.

I knew you for what felt like forever, though in reality, you were just a fleeting chapter in the story of my life. You were a boy when I met you, brimming with charm and unfulfilled potential, and I stayed long enough to watch you become a man—or at least, what I thought was a man. And in that time, I fell. I fell not just in love, but into belief, into hope, into every whispered promise you made under a sky full of stars. You didn’t just capture my heart; you held my soul in your hands. I opened myself to you completely, like a book with no secrets, no locked pages. I let you read every chapter—my fears, my dreams, the parts of me I never let anyone see. And when you told me you loved me, I believed you with everything I had. How could I not? Your words felt like home, and at the time, that was all I ever wanted.

Maybe that’s why I held on so long. For a time, you were my salvation. You were there in the darkest moments of my life, when the ground beneath me was crumbling and I didn’t know how to stand on my own. For that, I thank you. Without you, I might not have survived. Without you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to leave the hands that bruised my skin, shattered my spirit, and left me believing I was worthless. Without you, I might never have discovered the fire buried deep inside me—the one that ached to burn through every chain that held me captive.

For a while, you were my lifeline. You were the good in a world that had shown me so much pain. Almost savior-like, I gave you power—so much power—to hold me together. I trusted you with it, clung to it like a drowning person clings to a lifeboat. But you didn’t save me. Instead, you took that power and used it against me. Slowly, piece by piece, you dismantled what was left of me.

The pain you caused wasn’t physical—it was worse. You didn’t leave bruises on my skin; you left them on my soul. You reached inside me and gripped my heart with the same hands I once thought were kind. And every time I managed to gather the broken pieces of myself, you’d squeeze, hard enough to shatter me all over again. It felt like dying, over and over, but never being granted the mercy of release.

Looking back, I realize you knew exactly what you were doing. You were great at it—great at making me feel extraordinary just by being near you. Great at making me hang on to every word you said, whether it was sharp and cruel or soft and sweet. You knew how to keep me tethered to you, how to make me believe I didn’t deserve better. And, God help me, I let you. I forgave you every time, because I didn’t know how to do anything else.

But the worst part? You could have been honest with me. When you came back into my life, you could have told me you didn’t want something real. You could have told me you only wanted a friend with benefits. I might have been able to handle that. But no. You told me you loved me. You let me fall for you—piece by piece, word by word—until I was too far gone to see the lies for what they were.

You told me you loved me. And in the same breath, you told her it wasn’t serious.

Do you have any idea what that did to me? Do you understand what it feels like to have every word I held onto—every promise, every dream—reduced to nothing? It broke me in ways I didn’t know were possible. It made me question everything about myself, about love, about trust. It made me feel like I was nothing.

But here’s the thing: I’m not nothing. I’ve found my way out of the wreckage you left behind. I’ve rebuilt my life without you, and though the memories still sting, I’ve realized something you’ll never take from me: I deserve more. I deserve honesty, respect, and love that doesn’t come wrapped in lies and betrayal.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? You held me captive, but it was your absence that finally set me free. Now, with the scars you left behind, I carry the lesson I never wanted but desperately needed. My fire was never yours to extinguish. It was mine all along.

So no, this isn’t the perfect goodbye letter. It’s not tied up neatly with forgiveness or closure. It’s messy, raw, and filled with the truth you were never brave enough to give me. This letter isn’t for you—it’s for me.

Because while I may carry the ghost of what we could have been, I refuse to carry the chains of what you did to me. I’m free now. And that is something you can never take away from me…////Cas/// 2015-2016

To my 1,000+ followers—thank you.

Your unwavering support over the years has meant more to me than words can express. You’ve followed my journey, messaged me with kindness, and shared in the rawest parts of my story. You’ve been there as I poured my heart into these posts, turning pain into something meaningful and reflective.

Now, I can finally say I’ve found closure. The chapters that once haunted me are no longer where I live—they’re lessons I carry, not burdens I hold. And knowing you’ve been here, reading, relating, and encouraging me, has made that journey all the more profound.

This space has been more than a blog; it’s been a refuge, a connection, and a place to heal. Thank you for being part of that, for letting me share my truth, and for reminding me that even in vulnerability, there’s strength.

Here’s to moving forward, together.

[a-vampire-culturelover]

Rotten Eggs - A Sonic What-If Fanfic

Chapter 2

After taking up Eggman’s deal, Miles found his life had improved. He was given countless things to tinker with and help modify, the Doctor’s robots now deadlier than ever in the best of ways, and most of all he was given somewhere far better to live than the worn down Workshop that was already on the brink of collapsing if left unchecked for long enough.

Not only this, but as promised Flutter was given a way to overcome their possible death and sickness through a Badnik; a Buzz Bomber Miles had modified to allow Flutter to be more than just a living battery. Despite that being an odd thing, Robotnik argued that it was much more renewable than any oil or electricity, and that the animals inside were left unharmed, something technically true, although most badniks that weren’t Flutter were obedient without free will.

Despite the Doctor’s nefarious ways, Miles basked in comfort and acceptance, as the two made plans to seize Westside Island not just to conquer; but to find a power source known as the Chaos Emeralds, something Robotnik once saught to obtain.. but obviously could not due to a certain rotten little hedgehog. How he hated him!

It was two weeks after Miles had been taken in and treated for his injured tails, and on the day of the attack on Fox Village, Robotnik presented him with a gift;

A robotic backpack that attached to it were two long, metal arms with sharp claws, with a built-in feature that allowed its user to fly with them as well like a chopper. This brought Miles to tears from the thoughtfulness of it, as he had only know Robotnik for less than a whole month or year, yet this human was given him something that he never would have dreamed he’d have again after his Bullies attacked him..

Fox Village stood no chance against Miles, or “Tails” as he had begun dubbing himself due to his new enhancements, and his army of Badniks which included Flutter. If they had just listened to him and taken his ideas into consideration, maybe they would be technologically strong enough to fight back, but were met with Wooden Jungle Zone being almost near burnt, and several of its people being captured, few managing to escape and run off towards the coasts of Emerald Hill Zone. Tails had cornered his three bullies at his old workshop, the only part of the Village not completely burnt or currently burning yet. ‘How ironic’ Tails thought, the place that they resented and went to for the sole purpose of hating him was now where they decided to run and hide? How pathetic.

“P-please Miles! Show mercy!” One bully stuttered.

“Y-yeah! We never even meant to take your tails!” The other muttered.

The third one was too shocked and terrified of the turned tables to even speak, something Tails relished in.

It would be fun taken them back to the Death Egg to be roboticized like Robotnik had explained to him. Now they’d listen to him and finally respect him after all these years. At that moment, just as he loaded them up with others captured, a strange blue blur crashed into the Storage Pods keeping others hostage, setting free captured villagers. Tails' rage boiled over, having a hunch that this blue blur was none other than- "Sonic is here to rescue us!" A mother that lived in the village squealed, as those who broke free from the Storage Pod cheered Sonic on. "So Egghead's back to his old schemes, huh? You'd think he'd give it up after I kicked his butt last time." Sonic quipped at the sight of Wooden Jungle Zone burning down, hoping it would be able to recover after this whole ordeal blew over. He then realized the angry, young fox above him standing twice as high as him with his Big Arms-Pack, a sneer on their face. "You must be the Rotten hedgehog he told me about; and it's Dr Robotnik you stupid Needlemouse!" Tails tried his best at quipping back at Sonic, hoping he seemed menacing enough to intimidate him. All it did however was make Sonic chuckle, and then ask Tails a question: "Man, how much did Eggman pay to get his own sidekick? man I should really get my own..." Sonic trailed off, before Tails used his Big-Arms to thrash sonic to the ground, wiping the smirk off his blue little face. That'll show him.. "Ok, I can clearly see you aren't in the mood for jokes. You wanna fight, little guy? Fine, we'll fight." Sonic muttered to the Fox, taking note of how young he was and how..angry he looked. If Eggman was attacking this village and capturing it's people, why did one of its own side with him??

After the following battle, both seemed to be a little tired. Sonic was doing his best to keep up with Tails' Big-Arms Pack and it's attack speed that matched his own, yet Tails' Pack was almost out of juice at this point. He can't give up, not when the Doctor would give him so much praise for being able to capture his greatest enemy. "Look kid, you seem like you're a nice guy when you're not trying to bash my skull in with metal like you did twenty seconds ago, but don't trust Eggman. He's worse than you think." Sonic warned Tails, knowing the dangers of Eggman before. For Chaos' sake, he tried using time traveling rocks to take over an entire planet! If that isn't nuts, then Sonic didn't know what was. "Shut up, SHUT UP!" Tails yowled at Sonic with all his might, his Pack nearing it's last percent of power. Knowing this was a battle he couldn't win, he hit an emergency button that skyrocketed him out from the cooling Wooden Jungle Zone, now left to recover and repair from the Wildfire caused by Robotnik's forces. At least Tails managed to get his stupid bullies on board the Death Egg for robotization... serves them right. He felt a little nervous to face Robotnik again, with fear that his first failure would leave him kicked out and his Big-Arms Pack confiscated for his insolence. Expecting Anger, he was suprised that Robotnik stayed calm and collected. He knew from the Doctor's foaming rants over Sonic that he despised him with all his heart, yet he understood completely why Tails had failed to defeat him. "It may take me years if i'm lucky to capture that little blue pincushion! You were lucky to even have knocked him down at all." Robotnik reassured, overseeing the placement and production of Badniks all over Westside Island, and even hoping to reclaim Metropolis Zone after losing it in a short battle with Sonic before he had the idea of taking over Little Planet. Tails was relieved at this sudden calmness, knowing that from Robotnik's own fuming failures to Sonic that it wasn't as easy as catching Flickies and Pickies in a net. He had been making sure on the side that Flutter was not sent out to battle Sonic anytime soon, fearing that he may lose them again or that they'd get lost if broken out of their robot shell. As much as he had been waiting for his Bullies to finally kneel to him, he'd found the process of roboticization to be a little sickening to his stomach, even though he had no qualms with Robotnik over it. After all, he'd likely be overseeing them and dispatching them to guard whatever Zone Eggman took as his own as many inhabitants of the Island scrambled to evacuate or hide.

He thought for a moment about Sonic, how he hated that Hedgehog. Or at least Robotnik did, he thought the blue rat was annoying but somewhat fun, almost like a Rival. He did mention about wanting a sidekick.. but a Rival he'd have to make due with, that meddlesome hedgehog!