#don't ask me how that happened but it sure did

[slimepuparibaba]

hi hear me out again

having half-lemurian twins with rafayel

one is a boy, one is a girl, very adorable, this one goes over the early stages of it all (the pregnancy and shortly after the delivery basically, so newborn)

the one thing i know for certain is that rafayel will immediately drop everything and go on art hiatus (as a public artist, this man will still do art for personal stuff) and start contacting as many lemurians as possible (man wants to do this right, he cannot mess this up, you need to be safe, the babies need to be safe)

he will treat you with utmost care, watch out for your needs, make sure you know you are loved and that you're beautiful and that he is with you every step of the way. he will make sure that you feel encouraged, will tell you how amazing you're doing, carrying the babies. he will cook, he will clean, he will do anything you ask of him so long as you request it (he loves you so much btw)

his bigger paintings are now on pause and instead he is now brainrotting over what the babies would look like, what their tails might look like, and thats really all he's sketching in his free time. he's genuinely so excited to meet them, he will talk to your tummy every now and then.

"hey my little pearls, how are you? are you treating mommy okay? make sure to let her get some sleep, don't kick her too much!"

he loves you so much, I am telling you he is so in love with you, and you have this glow around you as you're carrying the babies, he will want to hold your stomach and he will cuddle you (ONLY IF YOU WANT HIM TO I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH IF YOU DO NOT WANT HIM TO HE WILL OBEY—)

he actually cleaned up the studio (he doesn't want you to fall and get hurt, his chaos is now reserved for his own space that he set aside that you can't enter), he has so many books and online articles on parenting (he is anxious af and worries about being a good dad), and he is also... VERY HYPERAWARE THAT YOU ARE A HUMAN

HE IS MORE STRESSED BECAUSE YOUR TWINS ARE HALF-LEMURIAN AND HE IS PANICKING

ultimately the way most lemurian births work is THEY HAVE TO BE IN THE WATER. BUT YOU ARE A HUMAN. AND IT SCARES HIM, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANY COMPLICATIONS

he wants nothing tearing, he doesn't want you hurt, but the lemurian midwives are like "hey, your babies come out with the tails, they need to be in the water for this to work"

ultimately both of you are trusting the lemurian midwives for this and they are very helpful every step of the way, rafayel is also very keen on asking questions just to ensure you and the babies are safe

by the time the birth happens, you're in a small pool of water that's now deemed the nursing pool. when the babies come out, they're so tiny and their tails are super soft and fleshy, their scales haven't grown in yet and need time to really set in

they're sort of wading in the water and rafayel is advised to get in the nursing pool with you so the babies familiarize themselves with a lemurian parent and also their human parent (they need to form an attachment quickly to both of you), so rafayel is in his lemurian form, and boy is he about to cry

your babies are so small. he's in awe at how tiny they are, how precious the two little lives you've been carrying in your stomach could possibly be. their hands are smaller than his fingers, their tails are soft and they're so small.

but most importantly, you did so well. and he's thanking you over and over again for trusting him, for giving birth to wonderful miracles, for letting him be a dad and for being their mom, he's just so thankful because this is a future he's wanted for so long and he never expected to have it with you

as the twins grow up, they'll be situated mainly in the nursing pool but need to be under strict supervision, so expect rafayel to be the one sleeping in there in lemurian form for most hours of the day (he knows you get cold and need a break from the water)

I cannot stress this enough, rafayel is such an eager father to these little babies and he will do everything in his power to make sure they grow up healthy and happy (he doesn't want them to grow up the way he did after witnessing lemurian tragedy), he wants them to know how loved they are, how beautiful this world is, and also he wants to make sure that you know how loved you are too

he'll always gush about how cute the babies are and how they look just like you but how their mommy is the prettiest of them all, he'll check up on you for breaks while you're nursing them in the pool and offer to switch in. you're a team, a dynamic duo, and the babies being born will never change that

ok that ends my brainrot session (I have others for the rest of the boys and their children, they're at different stages of life tho and Xavier adopts actually so he's like the most different whoops lmk if you want those too ig?)

also yes he did lay lemurian eggs in you THAT IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST, THAT IS TO BE DISCUSSED IN ANOTHER ONE, WE WILL DISCUSS ANATOMY AT ANOTHER TIME

[deadrobinthoughts]

† underlined : jason.

⋆˙⟡ "You have given me a thing I could never have imagined, before I knew you. It's like I had the word 'book,' and you put one in my hands. I had the word 'game,' and you taught me how to play. I had the word 'life,' and then you came along and said, 'Oh! You mean this.'"

⋆˙⟡ request: no, i'm just coping. jason using literature as a love language. ↦ kalico note: i have nothing to say here.. but i did notice i had to make a jason banner.. i really have no solo jason requests??? + p.s: yes, there are several meanings to the a.s byatt quote - it was simply teasing because the quote acknowledges that passion can lead to destruction.

jason todd is a complex creature that has never been able to rely solely on words to communicate. he wasn't raised in softness, being taught how to verbally express everything he feels — even now, he struggles with the vulnerability that comes with it, all of it feeling incredibly foreign.

that's not to say he never communicates, no, but there are times when he can't find the words. feels like his own will just fuck things up. so, he uses the only thing he knows will convey his thoughts; classic literature.

"i love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything."

you weren't sure how to act when he said those words

quiet, muffled against the crown of your head

you weren't entirely sure he was looking for a response

jason, on the other hand, thought you were asleep

it was a confession, one he hadn't been fully ready to say outright

"i would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone."

he just says it out of nowhere

sitting on the couch

almost like he's just reciting the words for fun

you, on the other hand, are staring at him

it takes a second to process

"are you.. are you flirting by quoting lord of the rings?"

he doesn't confirm or deny that

"i have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love."

you're in the kitchen

his arms around your waist, forehead down against your shoulder

it makes you think, going over the words for a moment

"do you think we were in love in our past lives?"

he chuckles at the question

he turns you around, careful

"i'd like to think i've been following you through each one."

you can only look away when he gives you that little grin

"if i had a flower for every time i thought of you, i could walk through my garden forever."

it's on the little card of a bouquet this time

just sitting on your counter

he's nowhere to be found

you just smile, tucking it back into the little plastic holder

you wonder if he'd like getting flowers, too

"take me with you. for the laughs, the luck, for the unknown. take me with you."

you can't help but laugh reading this one

nothing too loud, just amused

"i'm leaving for too days, dummy."

he absolutely does not care

he didn't care scribbling it on a sticky note

why would he care now?

"long enough-"

"perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another."

you saw this one coming

he'd seen you upset

upset over stupid things

your brain messing with you, as it does so often

he'd comforted you in the moment

but seeing the note stuck to the bathroom mirror?

it almost made you want to cry again

"i know from experience that poets are right; love is eternal."

he quotes this one after you ask him something he doesn't want to hear

that inevitable conversation

the "what if something happens to me?"

the "what if you don't come home?"

there's nothing much he can do to soothe those thoughts

the world doesn't work that way

but he kisses your forehead, whispering the words

a promise of sorts

no matter what happens, he is going to be loving you

"i would rather be happy than dignified."

it's after a fight

not even really a fight

an argument that left you both uneasy

it comes in the form of the book

highlighted for you

a way of apologizing

because words don't always work

"i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

this is one you hear him mumbling under his breath

something that catches your attention

something that makes your stomach twist

"jason?"

he doesn't look up immediately

dealing with other voices that he's trying to shut out

it's a simple question that makes you understand

"you're here for it all, yeah?"

"i cannot let you burn me up, nor can i resist you. no mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed."

it's scribbled in a card for your anniversary

you look between him and the card a few times

reread it once or twice

you click your tongue

"are you trying to tell me that our love is destructive?"

maybe he didn't think that one through

"there’s nothing in all the world i want but you and your precious love. all the material things are nothing. i’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you’d soon love me less and less and i’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own. i don’t want to live—i want to love first, and live incidentally… don’t—don’t ever think of the things you can’t give me. you’ve trusted me with the dearest heart of all—and it’s so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

this is the one is said after a mission

after nearly losing his life for the second time

after potentially leaving you to deal with the world alone

you don't respond to it

you simply let him have his time

he doesn't let you go for a while

"i’m so damn glad i love you – i wouldn’t love any other man on earth – i b’lieve if i had deliberately decided on a sweetheart, he’d have been you."

it's the first time you respond using his own little language

you say it with a smile

a little over exaggerating

even going as far to tap him on the nose

for once; he has no quotes

no words

no jokes

he's simply looking at you in a way that says he loves you

for the simple fact that you did that specifically for him

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

fluff prompt #7 with nico pls!!

Nico is the softest man and I love him omg

Nico Hischier - Fluff prompt 7 - quiet acts of love

WC: 540

CW: none just fluff

Everyone liked to point out how “good” you had it. How you never eve had to lift a finger, Nico was always quick to fix whatever you needed. Didn't need to be broken, really he just wanted to take care of you. His pretty baby had not a single worry when he was around and truthfully he made sure to make life as easy as possible while he was even away. 

You never really noticed it either, it was a comfortable routine. Every sunday, there were flowers on your doorstep (if he wasn't home) or waiting on the counter for when you woke up.

You never had to bend down to tie your shoes, Nico was always two steps ahead.

You never even zipped your own jackets, and anytime you had that special wag jacket, your brain default waited until he saw you. “Oh baby, you must be cold, come here.” Just so he could zip it up and press a soft kiss to your nose. 

Nico wasn’t big on reality tv, that was until he heard you talking to Jack about Secret Lives of Mormon Wives. That first night away, he begged jack to help him get caught up. Once he was home and dinner was ready he plopped down with you next to him and auto pressed play. 

“God, I've been antsy waiting to know what happened with Jen and Zac after Vegas.” He’dnmumble while he chewed.

“Neeks,” your voice laced with confusion. “You don't like reality tv.”

“Nope, but I love you. Truthfully? This is really good. I didn't know momtok was so dramatic.”

You started to notice the smaller things he did for you. Realizing maybe they were right. 

“Nico, can I ask you something?” You asked as you watched him cut an onion after a 10 minute conversation about how you were too precious to be doing that.

He hummed while setting his knife down to look at you.

“Why do you do all this stuff for me?”

He lifted his brow, “what do you mean stuff?” He air quoted around stuff.

“You know, the weekly flowers and tying my shoes even though I'm capable, and zipping all my jackets or buttoning a sweater for me, and throwing my robe in the dryer while I shower or pushing me furthest away from any sort of commotion in public. That kind of stuff.”

He smiled, his face a little flushed and his eyes sparkling. “Cause I love you. I love taking care of you. I love the little pout when you're waiting by the front door like you're missing something and then the sigh when I zip your jacket. I love listening to you when I'm bent down in front of you tying laces while you ramble on about our plans. I love the way your whole face lights up on Sunday morning when you walk into the kitchen and see a vase and a note while i'm handing you your cup of coffee. Most importantly, I love keeping you safe. All that commotion in the real world could be bad and if i can keep your smile on your face and the world away from hurting you? I'm going to, every day of my life.

[zepskies]

Aww yay!! Thank you so much, lovely. 🥹💕 Please don't apologize, I love it!! 😍

I wish he was real at least once a day, I wanna give him a bunch of little kisses all over his face so bad 😩💗

God, right??! 😩 I'd smother him with affection lmao. 💋

I loveee this. <33 honestly the concept of traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties make zero sense to me, like wdym last night of freedom??? i'd simply cancel the wedding, go be free lmaoo 🙂‍↔️🤚🏽

Girl I'm with you!! If you're in a relationship about to get married, what is this "freedom??" 🥴🥴 I feel like Sam would think the same way lol.

ohhh I felt this to my coreeeee 😭 ( those 'fake nice' mean girls are the worst like it gets to a point you'd just prefer them to be straight up lol)

Exaaaaaclty! 😫 You know who I'm talking about here. lol I think we've all encountered those "fake nice" mean girls at some point.

now I understand that this is probably a wild thing to highlight, however, it's making me giggle so bad after knowing how the rest of the chapter goes 🤣 his intuition is on point lmfaooo with that being said, I truly adore their connection. 💓 it's so genuine and comfortable <33 and that spiceeee, it had me blushing ❤️‍🔥🫠 so good 🫶🏽

Ahahaa I'm actually glad you highlighted that part because that's exactly what that was -> foreshadowing for things to...er...come. 😝

Aww I'm so happy you're enjoying their connection so far! Even though it's a one-night stand, it is coming from a genuine place. Glad you liked the sexy stuff to go along with it too. 😘❤️‍🔥

you tell him sammy !! I completely understand focusing on training but a simple text message could have sufficed dean ._.

Right?! Sam's the voice of reason as always lol, while Dean's a bit of a hot mess in this story. 😆

I understand why she did this but still, aagh ☹️ my hopeless hearttt lol

I knowwwww - she did that thing of "let me just lie a bit so I can save some face with this man and not let him know that I was actually really into him and don't just wanna be his fuck buddy." While Dean is just as frustrating, not being clear that he's asking her out on a date, not a hookup lol.

deeeep sigh 😔 (nothing against canon lisa lol)

Ahahaa yep this Lisa is not exactly canon Lisa, I'll say that. 😅

And Dean Dean Dean...

considering the lovely story banner I should have guessed, but this really did surprise me somehow lollll 😭 (perhaps the gif distracted me 🤣)

Hahaaa honestly I love that you were still surprised!! 😜 (It's ok, that gif had me hypnotized sometimes when I was making the header lol)

aww sammy 🥺 he's such a sweetheart, I love him. also I can totally picture that 💀

Sam's a real sweetie for sure. 🥹 You already know he'd give Dean hell if he didn't promise to help her and be there for his baby. 💗💗

~Bitch Face Activated~

lmfaoooooo dean pls 🤣 gotta love that sibling analysis

ahaha thank you for highlighting that line because that was one of my favorites for Dean. 🤣 I think I just like the alliteration of "Big Bird body language."

i'd be blaming her for sure because how is she gonna be mad at something that happened before she was in the picture, then continue to be mad as if she's not actively choosing to stay, which is wild to me considering it's only been two months 💀 (she low-key reminds me of mona from friends 😩)

Yes you're seeing my Friends parallels in this one loll. Very much the Ross/Rachel surprise pregnancy situation, with Mona and Joey (as Benny) thrown into the mix. 😆😆

this could just be my anger issues talking but the urge to bitch slap her has appeared and it only intensified the more she talked 🤠 nothing more irritating than thinly veiled insults and backhanded comments. and how dare she do this, not just to another woman, but a pregnant woman? i'd cuss her out so quick like ho is you cool?? pack it up and put it away nobody asked for your projections negative nelly 🤚🏽

Oh definitely this is the worst Lisa lmao. There's nothing worse than unsolicited health/weight loss advice, especially to a pregnant lady, and ESPECIALLY from someone who has never had a baby and doesn't know anything about childbirth. 🙄 Lisa's 31 flavors of out of line on this one, but no matter how much she wants to hit back, the reader here is holding her tongue mainly because she doesn't want to create more of a mess for Dean. 🥲

oh god my patience could neverrr 😭 it may be a bit irrational, but I would be so upset like you just kissed your gf, do not touch me sir. 🤠more importantly though, how are you going to juggle a new relationship with another woman and be truly committed to all the responsibilities of a new baby? :/ oh dean

And you'd totally be in your right to feel that way. 🥲 Dean's trying to be considerate, he just doesn't know how to navigate this situation very well. 🤣 (Clearly he's never had to deal with real emotions with women before.)

oooo I woulda smacked her hand away, like don't touch me you sneaky wench 🤺

"sneaky wench" got me so hard! 🤣

awww, i wanna give her a huuuuuug :(( honestly he's so real for this lolll

Aww so does Dean (and a lot more lol). 🥲

this was a great first chapter! the preview for the next part has me intrigued, and a bit confused 😅 i’m really looking forward to seeing how this plays out <333

Thank you so very much, friend!! Haha I don't blame you for being confused with the sneak peek, but you shall see. *rubs hands together* There's LOTS of drama yet to unfold in Part 2...

IF I STAY - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!Reader

Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

AN: Yes, here’s another firefighter AU! Based on a request from one of my lovely Patreon members: @redhoodieone. She requested pretty much all the major beats of this story, so hopefully I did her request justice! This is also partially inspired by Fools Rush In, a beautiful movie with Salma Hayek and Matthew Perry (Rest in Peace, King).

Song Inspo: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis

Word Count: 8.7K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, thick thirty, hints of body insecurity, but also body appreciation, angst, and hurt/comfort.

❤️‍🔥 If I Stay Masterlist

Part 1: Fools Rush In

Slowly, your eyes slide open into the waking world. Your head is resting on something warm, firm…and a little sweaty. You pick your head up, despite the disorienting, muddy feeling of a slight hangover.

A groan bubbles in your throat. Your gaze travels downward, and you realize that what you’re looking at is more of a who.

Your eyes widen. Oh…my…God…

Not only are you very naked, but your firm pillow is too. It happens to be your best friend’s brother.

Yes, holy fucking shit! You slept with your best friend’s brother.

Biting the inside of your lip, you can’t help but take him in, here in the raw light of day as he lays peacefully on his back. His head lolls to the side on your usual pillow. Your eyes roam over the bow of his lips, the dark eyebrows, lightish brown hair that's softer than it should be between your fingers.

He’s painfully handsome. There’s a slight hesitation in your touch, but you softly trace the cut of his jaw and the stubble spread across it. That roughness feels familiar, and not just under the pads of your fingers, though the thought makes you blush. You begin to remember the night before, almost like a movie reel through your mind… 

Ooooh, right. That’s what happened.

It starts at Sam Winchester’s joint bachelor-bachelorette party at a nice hotel downtown. He and Eileen aren't the "strippers and coke" kind of party couple. They're more the "wine and brie en croute with pickled olives" on the expensive crackers you can't afford—kind of couple.

They look perfectly in love, if a bit long-suffering while Dean gives a hilarious, somewhat inappropriate, but still ultimately heartwarming toast to their happiness. After lowering the glass of champagne from his lips, his gaze catches on yours in the crowd. You suck in a subtle breath. 

Technically you’ve met him already, being one of Eileen’s bridesmaids, but there’s something about his green eyes that pin you to the floor. When he hands over the mic to Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, his head turning away from you to offer her a smile breaks the spell. It allows you to breathe.

Dean later finds you by the bar. You’re drinking a rum and coke with your slice of cake, trying not to get a single crumb on your dress. You've put a lot of work into affording it, let alone fitting in it. He leans his elbows casually on the counter and looks over at you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he nods at you with a smile, subtly taking you in first. Then, his eyes go to your plate. “Ooh, red velvet. Gotta get me some of that.”

You smile back at him. “It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, looks good in your hand,” he says, adding a teasing wink for good measure.

You don't know why that does it for you, but a half-flattered, half-nervous laugh tumbles out of your mouth. Sam has warned you before about Dean. Apparently his older brother is a bit of a flirt; a ladies’ man.

A man whore, are the words Eileen used.

You’re honestly surprised he’s talking to you when Eileen’s other bridesmaids, Lisa and Jo, are sipping martinis together down at the other end of the bar. Guess they didn’t want cake.

They look beautiful in their lithe, strapless little cocktail dresses. You’ve had to give up chocolate, bread, and cheese for three months straight to fit into this dress, something slinky and red that drapes over your thicker, curvy figure. But you’re proud of the fact that you’re letting yourself eat cake tonight, even though you’ve often felt like Mrs. Doubtfire while standing for pictures next to Lisa and Jo.

They’re Eileen’s friends, not so much your crowd. No matter how much you’ve tried to get to know them while helping the wedding planning in whatever way you can, you still get a high school clique vibe from the women, if with more “polite smiles.” Then they’ll typically go back to talking about crystal centerpieces—or whatever in-depth conversation they were having before you were there. 

But right now, Dean’s focus is on you. When he asks you more about yourself, you tell him about recently earning an elementary education degree.

“Ah, but you already knew that, because Sam told you we graduated college together,” you realize, with warmth tingeing your cheeks. That subject came up pretty quickly when he introduced you to his brother.

Dean’s smile confirms your suspicions, so you just keep filling the silence on reflex.

“Well, I actually just started teaching my first ever semester of second graders. They’re a bit of a handful, but overall, they’re really sweet.” Your smile falters. “Except for this one kid who likes to put little tacks on my chair. He’s kind of a menace, but I think if I bribe him with enough lollipops, he’ll give it a rest. I mean, it’s a behavioral issue and I should probably call his parents. But it's kind of hard to tell them their son is trying to make my ass into a pincushion."

Dean's laugh comes out in a sharp burst, like he wasn't expecting what just came out of your mouth. You didn't either, honestly. You giggle more out of embarrassment, ducking your head.

"He’s in second grade, you know?" you say, in between laughter. "I don't think that little footnote needs to end up on his permanent record. But then there's Micah. He's so friggin' smart. He can read at the fifth grade level already. Can you believe that? And I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but his grades on his spelling tests get him a spot in the comfy bean bag chair pretty much every Friday. Honestly, I think that's what I like about working with kids. I get to see that spark on their face when something just finally clicks for them. Their little faces get all bright and happy and…ugh. God, I'm sorry. I'm rambling, right?”

You stop yourself with a hand sliding over your mouth, not quite covering your smile of embarrassment.

Dean’s grin just widens, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

"It's okay. I kinda like it," he teases.

You duck your head, biting your lip against a groan. He chuckles and reaches out for your hand, earning your nervous glance. He quirks his head.

“Hey, you're passionate about what you do, helping kids. That's nothin' to be ashamed of,” he says, brushing his thumb over your hand. “But sweetheart, I gotta ask. Am I making you nervous or something?”

God, yes, you think, especially at that sweetheart thing. It’s making your heartbeat tick up a syncopated rhythm, but you shake your head, biting the straw of your rum and coke.

“No, not at all,” you say, in a hopefully “breezy” kind of way. You touch your fingers to his wrist. “Tell me about you though. Sam mentioned that you’re a firefighter?”

“Ah, yeah. Firefighter in training,” he says, with a more genuine smile.

He just started at the Fire Academy, and he tells you about all the drills he’s had to learn and all the training he’s had to do to be able to keep up with his classes. You subtly eye him while you sip at your drink, and you notice the crisp cut of his buttoned-down shirt and leather jacket, the definition of muscle across his thighs under the slacks, even while he casually sits.

Your gaze subtly travels down his long bowed legs, smart dress shoes. His cologne is woody and masculine, but not overpowering; maybe bergemot and sandalwood. It pleasantly wafts under your nose every time he gestures with his hands while he talks.

“Aw man, I can’t hold out anymore. I think I need to get me some of that cake before it’s gone,” he says, getting up from his chair.

You’re a bit disappointed that he’s leaving, until he stops short.

“You want another piece?” he offers, gesturing at your empty plate that’s been resting on the counter.

You blink in surprise, but you shake your head. “Oh, no. I probably shouldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s a party,” Dean reasons. His grin is too damn infectious. It has you smiling, and begrudgingly agreeing.

Not only does he bring you more cake, but you watch him eat three whole slices before he asks you to dance.

The rest of it flashes through your mind like strobe lights—the way he’d started small and respectful with his larger hand closed over yours and the other along the curve of your waist. He guided you closer and closer, until you were turned around into his arms, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

You felt his lips teasing your skin. Then those hands tantalizingly drifted down your every soft curve, as if showing you a preview of everything he could do to you, and every way he’d make you come apart. You believed him.

And when he whispered in your ear, asking if he could take you home, you let him.

You let him drive you in that big black piece of history he drives. Used to be my dad’s car, he said. A Chevy something. You couldn’t really remember much when his hand was drifting up and down your thigh like that.

His presence burned hot at your back when you two eventually got to the front door of your apartment, your hands just barely shaking as you got the key in. Twist and click—

He waited until you flipped the lights on. Then he turned you around slowly in his arms and pulled you in close, all the while asking you with his eyes and raised brows. This okay? You want this?

“Do I still make you nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching at a smile when yours do.

You nodded, uttering a small giggle. “In a good way.”

That was when he finally kissed you, hot and slow, like he meant to devour you whole. He moaned at the taste of you, at the feel of your ass squeezed in his hands. You clung onto him strong, breathing into his kiss and trying to meet every single demand of his lips.

It soon became a fiery tear to your bedroom, one lamp flicked on, hot breaths and nice clothes crumpled to the floor. You didn’t feel self-conscious even once when he guided you under him on the bed, because he wasted no time in taking you apart, inch by inch.

His lips kissed and licked and sucked a burning trail down your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts. You felt his hardened length trapped between your bodies while his hands explored you, teasing your breasts and sensitive nipples, and he mapped his way down with his lips.

You explored every part of him you could—every dip of muscle, firm shoulders and the slopes of his back, and then back up to tangle in his hair. Your heated gasps and whimpers filled the room when his sinful mouth found what it was looking for between your legs.

It wasn’t often that you had a strong pair of shoulders to rest your thighs on, but Dean’s grip was hard enough to leave deep fingerprints of pressure on each thigh while he slipped his tongue through your folds and feasted on you.

“D-Dean, oh God,” you gasped. Every sound you made was a sensuous symphony in his ears, washing over his skin and making the well of his desire churn hot in his lower belly. He had to roll his hips into the mattress for some relief for his aching cock, even while he moved his mouth up to your clit, circling the swollen bud with his tongue. He had enough room to slip two fingers deep inside your sopping wet channel, exploring you deeply, stroking and twisting to find what you needed.

Your thighs trembled and squeezed tight on either side of his head. When he sucked your clit tight between his lips, you uttered as gasping moan as that coil snapped its release. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers. Yours clenched tightly in his hair, threatening to rip out a few strands.

Dean stroked you all through your first orgasm, giving slower licks to your clit. He seemed to sense when you couldn’t handle anymore though. You tugged more sharply on his hair, and he finally pulled away, moving back up your body to gauge your reaction.

You’d collapsed boneless against the bed, but you still managed to smile up at him as you caught your breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked. But his self-satisfied grin almost made you laugh. You took his glistening face between your hands and pulled him down for a grateful kiss.

After a moment to savor your lips, he broke away for a second to catch his breath himself. You stroked his back all the while.

“You know, for a minute down there, I thought you might not let me come back up,” he teased.

You choked on a laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Honestly wouldn’t have minded if you did suffocate me,” he chuckled, accompanied by a slap to your left ass cheek. You squealed, and blushed hotly at the way he was grinning down at you.

“Ready for more, baby? Or you want to call it a night?” he asked. His tone was playful, but it was actually a serious question. You blinked in surprise. You’d never had a guy be this, well…generous, and not expect anything in return, especially not for just a hookup.

But you shook your head and sat up, slipping a hand behind Dean’s neck. After a beat of hesitation, you guided him down to you for a slow, sensuous kiss.

“No, I don’t want to call it a night,” you whispered. Your hand drifted down his bare chest, and lower still. You showed him just how well you could return the favor.

And now, come the morning, you’re blushing down to your neck as each scene flashes through your mind. You feel the ghost of his hands all over your body, and how you’d never quite felt quite as bold and sexy and beautiful with a near stranger as you had with Dean effing Winchester. Your best friend’s brother.

You begin to worry your bottom lip with your teeth. How the hell are you going to tell Sam? Especially after he warned you about exactly this. Plus, there’s a reason you don’t typically do the one-night stand thing, and this has the potential to become something very complicated.

You know what, it’s fine! you think. We’re two consenting adults. We’re both single. And maybe…maybe it could be more than a hookup. Maybe we can see each other again, see where it goes.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Dean says, his voice croaking with sleep.

You look down at him in surprise. His eyes have cracked open and he has your hand captive, stopping you from continuing to idly trace patterns on his bare chest. You smile in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you say. Again, you bite your lower lip. “Um, good morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” he grins lazily. “You sure wore me out last night.”

Your smile becomes more genuine, even if you turn your face away somewhat shyly.

“Aw, don’t do that,” Dean says. He slides his hand up your arm and behind your neck, tangling into your already tangled hair when he guides you down to his lips for a kiss. “You were awesome.”

You giggle against his lips. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah,” he says, kissing you again.

You shake your head a little. “You were…”

Amazing. Unbelievable. Probably the best night I’ve ever had.

“Perfect,” you decide. Because it’s the truth. The word comes out of your mouth before you can filter yourself though, making you pause. Dean does too, but after a beat, he slowly smiles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks.

You lick your lips, and you nod. “Definitely.”

“Well, then,” he says. His hand moves down to squeeze your hip. “You down for a repeat performance?”

You smile. “Only if I get a turn.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slide your thigh across his lap so you can straddle his hips. Dean grins and goes along with your idea. He gets a nice healthy handful of your thighs and helps settle you on top of him. But first, he reaches over into your nightstand drawer and finds another condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

Just like you did for him last night, you take the packet, as well as his generous length in your hands. You gently stroke him to full mast, smiling pleased at his groan of pleasure. Then you carefully fit the condom over him.

“You’re so gentle with me,” he teases. 

“Just returning the favor,” you quip, just before you position him at your wet entrance. Slowly, you sink down over his cock.

You both moan at the feeling of him stretching you again, warm and thick and fitting perfectly nestled deep inside. There had been moments last night where he wasn’t all that gentle, actually, but his passion had only spurred yours on more. You know you’ll probably find fingerprint marks on your thighs and ass, but it’s fucking worth it, you think, as you begin to bob a rocking rhythm that serves you both.

Dean arches his back underneath you, his knees coming up to press against your ass.

“Goddamn, baby. Givin’ me quite a show,” he says, in a panting voice that’s deep as sin.

You utter a breathy laugh.

Dean means it though. He’s enjoying the way you brush your hair out of your face, your beautiful tits in his face while you truly let loose for him. He guides you by the stronghold he has on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he ruts up into you, meeting your thrusts.

Your breath quickens, your nails digging into his chest on reflex, and your heart races as that delicious pleasure builds. But when Dean snakes a hand between you and further parts your folds to massage tight circles over your clit, your vision flashes white. You utter a scream of pleasure on his name, your inner walls choking him tight as you throb around his cock. His release hits him like a goddamn freight train.

“Aw, fuck,” he grunts.

He slams your hips down hard, making your thighs slap against his. A ragged groan escapes him in a rush. His hands move to your thighs just under your ass, where his fingers press into flesh hard enough to leave forensic ID, giving him leverage to bury himself deep into your pussy as he spills a hot release into the condom.

Goddamn…

He can almost imagine that he’s coming free inside you, that you’re milking his cock for every drop, until there’s nothing left for him to give.

The thought surprises him. It almost takes him out of the moment, honestly. That’s not a thought he’s ever had before—not with a woman he barely knows (which is most of his hookups, if he’s honest).

In that delicious, fractious moment just after it hits, it’s like those few seconds are suspended in zero gravity. Your arms are shaking, and your forced to collapse against his chest. Dean welcomes you there for a little while, letting you come down while he smooths a hand over your hair.

Though he can't help the urge to let his big hand drift down over your dewy skin, down the gentle slope of your back and over the curve of your generous ass. He gives one cheek a teasing slap. The sound echoes in the room.

"Goddamn perfect ass," he says roughly, smirking at your squeal. You end up grinning hard against his neck.

"'S that my new nickname?" you quip.

He chuckles deeply, moving you along with his chest. "Hell, sweetheart, if you want it to be."

Eventually, you lean back to give him a smile and one last kiss before you pull away from him. You slip off his lap to find your robe, at least. You definitely need a shower.

“So I’m thinking, after we get cleaned up, I could make us some breakfast,” you offer. “Or if you want, maybe we could go somewhere. I know a little diner down the block.”

“I like the sound of food,” Dean agrees with a smile. Ge reaches over for his phone on the nightstand, to check the time. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

He has to get his ass over to the Fire Academy. He has class in barely twenty minutes.

He tears out of bed and nearly trips on the coiled sheets.

“Sorry. Gonna need to take a raincheck,” he says. He hurries to find his clothes strewn all over your bedside floor.

“What’s the matter?” you ask with wide eyes. You cross your arms under your breasts, but it’s more like you’re hugging yourself over your robe. You watch him tear through your bedroom in a tempest of movement.

Dean spares you a glance, but not much else as he yanks up his slacks and belt and dress shirt.

“Gotta get to class,” he confesses. Thank God he has his uniform in the trunk of his car for exactly these kinds of emergencies. He grabs his phone, wallet, and keys, and quickly kisses you on the cheek. He gazes down at you apologetically. “Sorry I gotta cut and run, sweetheart, but it’s been fun.”

Your smile barely reaches your eyes. He’s pressed for time, but he still notices.

He slows himself down and cups your cheek. “Hey.”

He gets your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he gives you a real kiss, nice and slow. He cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin.

“Thanks,” he says. His now familiar grin manages to make you smile. “And I mean that.”

You shake your head at him. “Okay go, Mr. Future Fireman. Be safe out there, okay?”

He gives you a playful salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

You can’t help but laugh. This guy’s too much. But you don't think you've had this much fun having sex in...

All right, let's not put a timeframe on it.

You watch him leave your apartment, even though you have a sinking feeling in your chest. You knew this was just a hookup for him, for both of you. Part of you just couldn’t help hoping that it could’ve led to something more. 

Dean means to call you.

He really does.

After that truly awesome, you shook me all night long, kind of a night, he thinks about you more than he’d like to admit over the next few weeks. However, he finds himself locked into his training. He’s so close to finishing strong and earning his badge, he just can’t afford any more distractions.

Still, he should’ve known that Sam would find out—either through Eileen, or through you directly. He also should’ve expected the way his brother let him have it.

“And you didn’t even fucking call her. See? This is why I don’t set you up with any of my friends anymore,” Sam bitches at him from his side of the small two-seater dinner table. They still share an apartment, though in just a month and a half, Sam’s going to be moving out. He and Eileen already found a house that they’re moving into after the wedding.

“Look, I was going to call her, man. They’ve just been bustin’ my ass at the Academy!” Dean argues.

“Bullshit.” Sam levels him with the same finger that holds his beer.

Dean’s brows raise, high and annoyed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Because if you really liked her, respected her, and respected me, you would’ve made the time,” Sam says.

That falls heavy between the brothers for a moment while they eat their pizza.

“Look, I know her. She doesn’t do hookups that often, which means…she probably liked you,” Sam adds. “And honestly, when are you going to give it a real try with someone? You can only visit that free clinic so many times.”

Dean shoots him a glare. He’s had a clean bill of health from said clinic for six months straight.

“Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?” he grouses. “What’re you, Mom?”

“I’m just saying,” Sam says, lowering his crust to the plate. He levels his brother with a more earnest look, lightening up from his anger. “Look, if it’s about what happened to Dad—”

“What, you mean the way he drank himself to death after Mom died?” Dean says. His voice cuts through whatever softball glove Sam is trying to handle him with. “You think that’s the kind of thing I should be looking for in my life?”

“Oh, and what, do you think I’m making a mistake marrying Eileen?” Sam counters.

Dean sighs, shaking his head. “Damn it, don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying, it’s just…I don’t know. Maybe that kind of life—the house, the wife, the 2.5 kids and the dog. Maybe that’s just not my life, okay?”

Sam gives him a long look. He lets go of a deep breath, and he shrugs.

“Okay,” he says. “If you think hooking up night after night for the rest of your life is going to make you happy, then fine.”

Dean nods, glad that they can put an end to this little After School Special.

“Okay.”

Still, he can’t finish his third slice of pizza. He keeps picturing your face when he left you that morning. No matter how you tried to hide it, he still saw the tinge of disappointment in your eyes. It brews something uncomfortable in his stomach, and a sting in his chest.

You’re eating lunch alone in your classroom, finally on your break, when an unfamiliar number flashes across your phone screen. You look down at it in confusion, but with all the caterers and florists and things you’ve helped Eileen with on the wedding, you figure it could be important. You pick up the call and greet whoever’s on the line.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

You drop your ham and cheese on your keyboard, gaping in surprise.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he chuckles slightly. “Sorry, I know it’s been a minute.”

You frown, because you’re confused more than anything.

“Yeah, like almost a month,” you reply. You put the call on speaker so you can grab up your sandwich and quickly brush off the crumbs from your keyboard. You struggle to say something cool, clever, sexy even. “I’m okay. Just, um…what’s up?”

Smooth, real smooth. You cover your eyes with your hand.

“Nothin’, I was just thinking of that night,” he says. “I had a good time.”

Your frown deepens, despite the beginning of a blush warming your cheeks. If he’s calling you just for another hookup…

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.”

And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition.

“I could make us some burgers, toss in a couple of beers and a movie night,” he adds.

That part throws you though, you’re not going to lie. What, is this a Netflix and chill situation—with a side of fries?

You consider it. You weigh pros and cons at a frightening speed in your mind, almost like Sherlock Holmes contemplating the layout of a dead body and deducing within moments that his wife committed the murder, despite the man no longer wearing a ring.

You want to let yourself be bold and spontaneous and carefree...but it's just not who you are at your core. You're a planner, a cautious person who looks three ways before crossing the street. Letting Dean take you home that night was certainly one of the most spontaneous, wild things you've done since your friends took you out to a strip club after you aced your final round of exams back in college.

(Sam hadn't been there that night, but he did get an embarrassing drunken text from you at 3:00 a.m., along with a few shame-ridden pictures fueled by questionable substances. Yes, he still had the evidence.)

You just don't know if it's smart to let yourself hookup with Dean again. Mostly because you know your heart has the tendency to get attached, no matter how much you warn it not to.

“You know, Dean, I’m pretty busy with my job right now. I just started here a couple of months ago, and I think I just need to focus on that right now,” you say. Part of it isn’t a lie, even though your soft heart is stinging.

“Ah, okay. Yeah. I get that,” he says. You hear his disappointment too. “But I just need to say, I really am sorry for not calling you sooner.”

Your lips tug at a smile. “It’s okay, Dean. Look, you’re Sam’s brother. I just feel like, maybe it’s better if you and I stay friends.”

“Friends, huh?” Dean says wryly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t have three rounds of steamy hot sex with any of my friends.”

Your blush comes swiftly again, burning in your cheeks.

“Be that as it may,” you say, “I just don’t want to do anything that will distract from Sam and Eileen’s wedding.”

“Oh, I’m a distraction, huh?” Dean says flirtatiously. 

You begin to smile in earnest. “I think you know damn well what you are, Dean Winchester.”

His deep chuckle practically resonates through the phone and into your chest, going straight down to your pussy. You clench on nothing just at the sound of his voice, making you cross your legs under your skirt. Dear God…

How are you supposed to be even remotely normal around this man now? 

But for Sam’s sake (and your own), you’ll have to try. 

Two months later, Dean has taken Sam’s dating advice to heart. A week or so after you turned him down, he ran into Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, while he was at the grocery store buying beer and Twizzlers. She was a smart, sharp, sexy brunette. A yoga instructor, he soon found out. So he took a chance on asking her out. They’ve been going slow and steady ever since. 

Dean hasn’t heard from you since the rehearsal dinner, but he sees you again at his brother’s wedding. All the bridesmaids are wearing long, royal blue dresses that drape off the shoulders and hug the bust and waist, flaring gently at the skirt. Lisa and Jo wear it beautifully, their hair perfectly smooth and coiled. 

But when you step out into the hall outside the church ballroom to join them, Dean actually pauses in what he’s saying to his brother. He nearly double takes when you enter his line of vision—mostly because he hasn’t seen you in a dress since that night. You were sexy as hell then, a lady in red. 

Today, you’re absolutely stunning. 

After greeting Sam with a warm hug, you turn to him with a nervous kind of smile. “H-Hey, Dean.”

With that, he snaps out of it. Dean smiles, eyes crinkling, and goes over to give you a hug as well.

“Good to see you,” he says, trying not to inhale too much of your nice perfume. It’s even in your hair.

“You too,” you reply. Your smile is a little brighter, more genuine. Though there’s something behind your eyes that he can’t quite place.

What he doesn’t notice is the way Lisa is watching you and her boyfriend, a hint of suspicion on her face.

You do though. You pull away from Dean and assemble into a line with Lisa at the helm. As the Best Man, Dean stands with her, followed by Jo and Brady, another one of Sam’s buddies. You and Benny bring up the rear. Benny’s dad used to work with John, Sam and Dean’s father, on the police force.

According to Sam, John Winchester worked a beat for twenty-six years before his liver finally gave out on him. Dean almost went to the Police Academy to follow in his dad’s footsteps, but Benny, already working his way up to Lieutenant, suggested Dean become a smoke eater instead. The suggestion stuck.

Benny Lafitte is slightly shorter than Dean, but just as broad-shouldered, his auburn beard neatly trimmed. Even though you might’ve thought he was rough around the edges at first, his kind blue eyes spoke the contrary. He offers you his arm like a gentleman.

“Well aren't I lucky, getting the prettiest girl on my arm,” he says, with a charming smile.

You smile, and even begin to blush at the way he subtly takes note of you from head to toe.

“Well, thank you. You’re very handsome yourself. Although, hold on.” You slip your arm out of his for a moment so that you can fix his tie. It’s slightly crooked. You make sure that it lays flat under his collar, smoothing down all the edges and picking off any small dust particles that landed on his collar. Benny watches you with an indulgent smile.

“Am I good?” he asks.

“Very,” you reply.

“I appreciate it, thank you,” he says. You don’t know if he means to sound flirtatious, but his voice is a deep drawl that washes over you pleasantly. You find yourself blushing down to your neck as you slip your arm back around his.

You also don’t notice how Dean glances at you and Benny over his shoulder.

As much as you love Sam and Eileen, it’s difficult for you to keep your mind from spinning into fractals as the ceremony goes on. You can’t help but glance at Dean. He stands there behind Sam dutifully, but you see brotherly pride in Dean’s eyes, in his smile. It makes you smile too. You too love Sam like a brother, and it brings a well of happy tears to your eyes to watch him have his moment with his new wife.

It just also reminds you of what you need to do.

After the ceremony ends and the bridal party files out behind the bride and groom, you excuse yourself from Benny apologetically. You wait until Lisa and Jo go off to take pictures with Sam and Eileen, and you grab Dean’s wrist, pulling him aside.

“I need to talk to you,” you whisper.

Dean gives you a confused look. “They’re gonna need us for the pictures.”

“I know, but this is important,” you say. Your voice trembles with nerves, and so do your hands. Dean notices, frowning in concern. He grasps your arm to try and steady you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just come with me,” you implore him. You take his hand and lead him into the women’s dressing room attached to the church sanctuary you all just came out of.

Dean raises his brows at the mess you and the rest of the bridesmaids have made of the room—pantyhose and makeup and clothing litter the floor and most available surfaces, while leftover breakfast sandwiches, grapes, salami, and cheddar cheese cubes are splayed out across one of the vanity counters. Dean is tempted to steal a morsel, but he focuses on you first.

You close and lock the door, which makes his brows raise high again. You know he has a girlfriend now, right?

“Uhh, look, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but—”

You heave a sigh. Again, you take his hand and guide him to sit with you at the vanity. The old stools squeak, the overhead lights a bit too bright. This is not where you want to do this, but you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you confess.

He freezes. His breath stills in his lungs. His eyes slowly widen as the words click in his brain.

“What?” His head tilts, as if he didn’t hear you right.

You squeeze his hand; to ground him or yourself, you’re not sure.

“I’m about two months pregnant. I found out last week.”

Dean swipes his free hand over his mouth while he tries to compute. He squeezes your hand, tighter and tighter. He points to himself.

“It’s…it’s me? It’s mine?”

You give him a weary smile. “You’re the only one I’ve been with in the last few months. It could only be you.”

Oh fuck. The man’s face begins to pale as he descends into shock.

“But we…I used a condom,” he reasons. “All the—all the times!”

You bite your lip. If you weren’t freaking the fuck out yourself, you’d probably be laughing right now. Granted, you’ve had a bit more time to process this than Dean.

“I know, I was there,” you reply, releasing yet another sigh. “One of them probably broke. That’s all I can think of… Honestly, Dean, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t want to disrupt the ceremony or cause a scene before the wedding. But now you know.”

Dean falls silent then. He hasn’t let go of your hand, which you think is a decent sign. He’s likely forgotten that you’re still holding it as he stares off into the middle distance for several seconds.

Eventually, he shakes his head and returns his gaze to yours. He looks uncertain, his handsome face the true epitome of holy fucking shit.

You know the feeling.

But he asks the most important question.

“What do you want to do?”

Briefly you close your eyes as you take a breath. You squeeze his hand before you let go of him.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, and…I’m keeping the baby,” you tell him, though you raise placating hands. “I don’t want money, or anything like that. I just wanted you to know that it’s yours. How much you want to be in his or—or her life, that’s up to you.”

Dean takes a beat before he answers, but you don’t have to wait so long holding your breath.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll help you. Don’t worry,” he says.

And just like that, all the time you spent giving yourself pep talks for this, telling yourself that you’ll need to be strong no matter what he says, all of it crumbles into relief. Your lower lip trembles, and your body shudders as you break into tears. You try covering your face to hide your shame, but Dean grasps your shoulders.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right,” he says. He tentatively pulls you into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You nod into his dress shirt, probably staining him with your running makeup.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you so much.”

He holds you a bit tighter in response.

You and Dean agree to keep this to yourselves for now, at least until Sam and Eileen get back from their honeymoon. It’s difficult to explain why your eyes are all red and your makeup is smudged, but you promise Sam that you’ll tell him later. You know it’s pointless to lie to him though. As a lawyer, his bullshit meter is far too high.

However, you also know that he’s half guessed it by the time you all make it to the reception. When you and Dean came out of that dressing room to join the bridal party for pictures, you're sure that you looked emotionally wrecked. Dean had looked pale as a sheet, his body coiled and tense, as willing himself to seem normal. Sam had clocked both of you with a raise of his brow, but he didn't say anything then, especially after you gave him a pleading look.

While Eileen greets her family without him for a moment, Sam pulls you aside. He notes your glass of diet coke, in a moderate sea of guests drinking champagne and cocktails.

“Are you okay?” he asks knowingly.

Tears well up in your eyes again. You don’t know if it’s your damn hormones going haywire, or just the way Sam asks you, with the love of a friend in his eyes. He squeezes your shoulder gently, prompting you with your name.

“Yeah, I think I will be,” you say.

"Is it the same reason you're not drinking?" he asks. "You and Dean earlier..."

You hesitantly confirm with a nod. Sam blows out a harsh sigh, raising folded hands to his mouth as he processes. You begin to look around on reflex, trying to see if anyone's watching you and Sam have this conversation in the middle of the reception. To your relief, everyone around you seems occupied with drinks, hours d'oeuvres and conversation.

“What did he say when you told him?” Sam asks. His gaze is firmer. You get the idea that if he doesn’t like what you tell him, then he’s about to go grab his brother by the ear himself.

You grab his wrist and give a placating squeeze. “He said he's going to help me, be there for me.”

“Damn right. So will I,” Sam nods, and glances back at Eileen, his new bride, with a smile. “We both will.”

“I know,” you nod as well. “I’ll be okay, Sam. You don’t have to worry so much. Just enjoy your wedding day. It’s the only one you’re gonna get. Well, you know…hopefully.”

You tease him with a wink.

Sam laughs, cupping your cheek. He kisses your other cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” he says.

You give him a trembling smile through your tears.

Meanwhile, Dean has a beautiful woman in his arms. He turns Lisa on the dancefloor, trying not to trip on his own dress shoes, all the while knowing that his brain isn’t here in his body. It’s across the ballroom, watching you talk to Sam. Dean can tell that he knows, just in his Big Bird body language. He’d also recognize that accompanying Bitch Face anywhere.

“Dean, what’s wrong,” Lisa asks him, and not for the first time. She’s getting annoyed, he can tell. She finally looks over to where he keeps glancing, and she notices you with a frown. It’s also not the first time she’s caught him staring at you tonight.

“What was that earlier in the dressing room? She didn’t really get food poisoning, did she?” she asks pointedly. “What, did you two used to date or something?”

He gives a wan smile. “Yeah, kinda. We…had a thing once.”

“What kind of thing?”

Dean closes his eyes and tries to keep himself calm. He’s pretty sure if he tells her the truth right now, she’s going to find the nearest cocktail and dump it over his head.

But shit, here it goes.

“Well…”

After a long day at school, you drive over to Dean’s apartment. You’d agreed to meet there and wait for him to get off his shift at Firehouse 83, where he just started as a full-fledged firefighter on probation. When he gets home, he’s supposed to go with you to an important appointment with your OB-GYN. 

You were hoping he’d already be done with work by the time you got to his place, but Lisa's there to open the door for you. Apparently, he’d already given her a key.

Moving kind of fast, but okay, you think. A second later, you could’ve rolled your eyes at yourself. Pot, kettle, me. Got it.

Lisa greets you with a “polite” smile at best, but she does offer you water at least. You really can’t blame her for not liking you though. She found out her boyfriend got another woman pregnant right before he started dating her. Really, she has more balls than you for staying with him. You wouldn't put it past Dean to somehow have smooth-talked her into giving him a chance.

Or she really loves him. The thought sobers you as you lower yourself down to the couch beside her. Both of you sit there in silence for a moment, trying to figure out something to talk about.

“So, you’re what, six months pregnant?” she asks.

You correct her in thinly veiled annoyance. “Three months, actually.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t know why I thought it was six.”

You have a feeling her awkward chuckle is fake, however. She knew good and damn well that you’re not six months pregnant. In her eyes, you must be the size of a parade float. 

“If you want, I can recommend a holistic diet to help you get your body back after the baby’s born,” Lisa offers. “No pills, no chemicals. Just good clean weight loss.”

You feign interest. Honestly, you’d like her to cram that offer right up her hooch.

“I can even give you a discount if you want to try out yoga,” she says. “It’s low impact, but you burn plenty of calories. I have a beginner’s class, not too strenuous. Even my least flexible clients manage to do the poses.”

Is that why Dean likes you? Because you’re bendy? Bet if I sat on you, you’d pop like a fucking balloon.

You hide all of these thoughts behind a “polite” smile of your own.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you reply. It’s non-committal enough, but hopefully it’ll get her off your back.

No such luck.

“You know, maintaining a healthy diet is really important for the baby’s health too,” Lisa adds. “It’s not just about avoided raw fish and dairy products. Oh, and processed food is obviously a no-go. Like, I’m sure you haven’t been hitting Taco Bell and all that stuff, right?”

As a matter of fact, you’ve been eating clean since long before you got pregnant. Not that it’s any business of hers whether you enjoy the occasional quesadilla or not.

Your temper snaps at its leash. You open your mouth to reply, when the front door unlocks and opens to Dean, stepping in through the threshold.

Thank God, you and Lisa both think. She gets up quicker from the couch than you, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss. You avert your gaze while you begin to get up yourself.

Dean reaches out to help you, grasping your arm in support. You shoot him a smile.

“I can still get up by myself,” you snip.

“Yeah, all right. Just in case,” he says with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s rock and roll,” you say, trying to hide your worsening mood. You’re exhausted, and irritated, and probably more than a little hangry. Except now, the idea of food just has you feeling guilty for even being hungry.

“Bye, hun. Hope you have a good appointment,” Lisa says, giving your shoulder a pat. You give her the most genuine smile you can muster as you thank her. It's possibly that she's one of those women who don't realize when they're being cunty, but you find it highly unlikely. She's too smart for that.

You follow Dean out the door and over to his car, big and black and sleek as you remember. You settle into the passenger seat with your arms crossed in silence. Dean switches the cassette to one of his favorite Led Zeppelin albums, though he notices your grumpy face.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

You give him some side-eye, but you’re reluctant to say anything. You just shake your head. As irritated as you are, you don’t want to be the friend who badmouths his girlfriend.

God, are we even friends? You wonder. Or am I just his knocked-up baby momma?

And again, you realize that this whole situation is probably hard for Lisa. You just don’t know if she’s jealous, or if she just…doesn’t like you.

“I’m okay,” you tell Dean.

He raises a skeptical brow. Looks like Sam isn’t the only one with a finely tuned bullshit meter.

“All right, how about this,” Dean says. “Let’s grab some burgers after this, huh? From your favorite spot. Shake Shack, right? Side of fries, frozen yogurt. I think I’ll get chocolate this time… Hmm, I doubt Lisa will want anything. She’s gone on an all-vegan kick or something.”

For one shining moment, you were happy and touched at his consideration. But now your body stills in your seat when you remember Lisa’s words. Tears well up in your eyes with a hot sting, and a sob escapes your throat.

Dean is cut off from thinking about getting extra bacon on his burger. He looks over at you in alarm. “H-Hey, what’s the matter?”

You scoff at him through your tears. “Are you kidding me? I can’t eat burgers anymore, Dean. I was already fucking fat. Now it’s just gonna get ridiculous.”

“What?” Dean’s brows knit together in confusion, along with his deepening frown. It gets worse as he tries to watch the road ahead, while at the same time, watching you continue to crumble.

“And after the birth, I’m just going to be an even fatter slob who can’t take care of her baby,” you sniffle and weep, trying in vain to wipe your eyes and get ahold of yourself.

Dean grits his teeth, his jaw twitching. Fuck it.

He turns the steering wheel sharp enough to startle a gasp out of you.

“Dean!”

He pulls the car over onto the side of the road, ignoring the honking SUV behind him. He shifts into Park and shuts off the radio—a big red flag, in your opinion. He’s upset too, and fucking serious, more so than you’ve ever seen him. You stare back at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve never once heard you say that you’re fat,” he says.

You blink at that, but eventually, you’re able to get your tongue to unstick from the roof of your mouth. You wipe the remnants of tears from your cheeks. Your face is already hot from your upset, now tinged with embarrassment.

“You haven’t known me very long,” you say quietly.

It doesn’t help. Dean’s jaw ticks again.

“Well, I’ve never thought it. Not even once,” he says. His jade green eyes are firmly set on yours, and he gestures between you and him with a pointed finger. “The reason you and I are here right now, is because the minute I saw you, I wanted you.”

One corner of his lips kicks upwards. “And that night, you didn’t disappoint.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. You don’t know how to respond, but you do know that a full blush is warming your face and neck. His words have power, and unbidden, they bloom a similar warmth between your legs. You swallow a bit nervously as you bite your bottom lip.

Dean glances down at your mouth when you do. He can remember what your pretty mouth did for him that night. Oh, he remembers all too well. He even had the shade of your lipstick streaked across his skin until he showered up at the firehouse.

He locks that all away when shifts the car back into Drive. If you’re going to make it to this appointment on time, he needs to get going.

And you both have to leave whatever that was right here by the side of the road.

AN: Woo! 😮‍💨 Yep, this is only Part 1, friends. Lisa is a bit different in this. My take was that without Ben in her life, she might be less mature and a bit more catty. As we get into Part 2 I'll leave it up to you to decide why she decides to stay with Dean, and perhaps more importantly, where the reader and Dean can go from here as co-parents. 🤔

If you enjoyed Part 1, please let me know!~

Next Time in Part 2:

“Hey, you okay?” you say, resting a gentle hand on his arm.

Dean shakes his head. “Look, I…I’m sorry for tossing a giant friggin’ monkey wrench into your life. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”

If possible, your heart softens even more. You slide your hand down to grasp his.

“Dean, this baby wasn’t planned, but he’s not a mistake,” you say. “I don’t regret anything.”

Dean stares back at you incredulously. He can’t believe you could really say that to him. He doesn’t know what to say. He only knows what’s in his mind, and what he feels compelled to do in that moment.

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours, and achingly familiar.

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[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

since you said you didn't mind. it's kind of detailed so feel free to change things and if it doesn't work platonically feel free to write it romantically!

can i request tf1 orion/optimus and d-16/megatron both being like a platonic yandere for reader who works with them? (not them being together necessarily! i saw in your pinned that you don't ship megop, i was thinking it being more along the lines of the jettwins request you did?) i can see them, back when they were orion pax and d-16, being perfectly fine with sharing especially since their interest is platonic, like they're already best friends the two of them, but then everything happens and suddenly they're bitter enemies and the problem is kind of self-evident to them both. hope this is alright, i've never requested before but i really love your stuff!

Wowzers!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ 1st platonic request!! And thank you so much for respecting my limit about Megop. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Also, I'm so sorry for answering this sooo late, life has been kicking me in the aft latelyyy.

(TFO) Yandere!Orion Pax/Optimus & Yandere!D-16/Megatron for Cybertronian!Reader (Platonic)

WARNINGS: Yandere behaviour, platonic relationships, kind off open ending. Reader is cybertronian and gender neutral. Use of (Y/N).

You met both Orion Pax and D-16 a few cycles after you were assigned to be part of the same sector they were in, a couple of days after they started to become friends.

Both were quick to take a liking of you and become quite protective the 1st time they saw Darkwing scold you. The guard (thankfully) didn't go that harsh on you on that scolding, but didn't hold back at saying his typical 'dumb miners' insults.

As Darkwing left, Orion and D-16 were quick to approach you, and while Orion said his colorful thoughts about Darkwing, making you laugh a ittle and D-16 asked about your well being, appreciating his concern, that's when your friendship between those two bots was born.

The 1st sign of their yandere tendencies was the fact that they changed (without your consent) your shift schedules, and now you are suddenly sharing shifts as them! The day it happened you had been forced to do double shift without a previous warning and while you were dead aft tired, Orion and Dee were there to make your day bright (of course, you never found out it was them that changed your shift)

Orion Pax beings as a worshipping and obsessive yandere, a little bit passive on the last trait but you were always on his thoughts. On the other servo, D-16 begins as an overprotective yandere, always keeping his optics on you and making sure you are well, safe and sound, to the point it's kind of tiring.

But if you put aside the many times it seemed both mechs had you trapped inside of your little bubble and how they were kind of ready to throw servos at Darkwing (even knowing they would lose) - you wouldn't change your boys over anything in the whole universe.

Orion loved to spoil you, giving you an extra energon cube (ignoring your reasoning on why he shouldn't do it) and was a master at making you laugh.

D-16 was just so sweet, always knowing what to say to make your mood improve and you loved to hear him ramble about his admiration towards Megatronus.

They were like your guard dogs - didn't allow any other bot to approach you if they were deemed not good enough or if they felt they had ill intentions.

And weren't you just the best? A good listener, always eager to speak with them and pass time too, making sure they were also okay and if they got hurt in the job (or Orion got his aft kicked by Darkwing), you were all over them, scolding them and just begging quietly to be more careful next time.

You made Orion Pax's need to find a way to help his people a stronger objective in life: he wanted to see you away from the mines, from the danger, to see you thrive and shine, become whatever you wanted and be happy. Be free.

You made D-16 keep working harder - if he got that promotion, he could get better life conditions and he would get you to live with him! He would take Orion too, of course, he wouldn't leave his best friend behind, but he wanted you away from working and risking your life, giving you the deserved time to take a break and be safe. Be yourself.

... Of course, Orion Pax had to get that bright idea of joining the Iacon 5000. Without telling you, he told his plan to D-16, and of course the latter mech was quick to turn down the idea.

"Dee. just think about it! We'll prove us, miners, are something else and gain respect! We'll make our (Y/N) proud and maybe get a chance at give them a better life!"

Ah, the idea made D-16's spark skip a beat. How he wished for that to be that easy.

... and, of course, they got their afts kicked (Primus, you must have seen everything!), thrown to the medical bay and then down to sub-level 50.

On the whole journey, Orion was moved by going back home to rescue you and the others, to show the truth and bring freedom. To break you free from the imposed, abusive life-style you were forcefully given, just like him and Dee.

D-16, on the other hand, was slowly letting his wrath eat him away - all these years, his whole life - YOUR whole life - got lied in the face, casted aside, hurt and endangered. He had to avenge you, he had to bring honor to your name and make Sentinel suffer just as you had suffered, and worse.

When Orion Pax saw how D-16 was changing for the worst, something was clear in his processor. He had to get you away from Dee if he didn't step back from his destructive thoughts.

When D-16 saw how Orion Pax was starting to doubt Dee's way of thinking, something was clear in his processor. Orion would never understand, he was doing this for you, he was going to save you and no one else.

When Orion arrived back to Iacon and went to the miners, the very first thing he did was to hug you. "I mourned you!" You cried as Orion snuggled his helm against yours.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). I'm here now."

You fought along side him, and Orion the whole time tried to keep an optic on you, but when he had to deal with D-16, it was when things went south.

"He deserves to suffer!" D-16 cried in rage. "He has to suffer for everything he did to us! For everything he did to (Y/N)!"

"This is not how things must go, Dee!" Orion said, trying to stop him from killing Sentinel.

And just as you had arrived with Elita and Bee, you witnessed how D-16 managed to break free from Orion, prepared to shoot his canon at the false Prime and Orion got in the way. You heard D-16's pain as he held Orion from falling into the Well of the Allspark... and you saw him let go of the other. You wailed in horror and if it hadn't been for Elita and Bee, you would have thrown yourself to try and get Orion, going directly to your own death, too.

You saw D-16 become Megatron, killing with such brutality the false prime. You saw how the known bots cheered for him and chimed his new designation.

"... (Y/N), we are finally get our revenge. We are finally free." He whispered, looking at you with those burning red optics of his. And as he ordered his followers to destroy everything, he was about going to go after you to take you away from everything, but both Elita and Bee got in the way.

And then Orion - no... Optimus Prime was back. And the moment he saw the fear and hope in your optics, he didn't hesitate to fight Megatron. And while they fought... something in you broke.

What happened to the D-16 you knew? What happened to the Orion Pax you knew? Your best friends, the mechs you knew you could trust and hope to live your life by their side, to get their blessing on whatever bot decided to be your conjux endura and keep passing many days and nights living your little own adventures and working hard together or gaining a better life... what happened to them?

Despair was slowly eating you from the inside.

Orion Pax died out of your reach and D-16 died somewhere you would never see him. And there were two unknown mechs that had their faces, voices and shape. Your best friends wouldn't fight each other, aiming to destroy the other, hurting each other as if two enemies from many centuries. Your best friends... what happened to them?

Deep inside of your sorrowful spark, you knew something. Whoever won, whoever managed to make the other stand back, would define your future.

The weight of Orion's dead spark and D-16's faded spark felt heavy in your chestplate as you saw Optimus Prime and Megatron fight. in their optics shining brightly their sole objective: To win and save you.

I hope you liked it! NGL rn I'm suffering a burnout from my workplace, I am suffering fatigue, but writing this brought my mood up! I hope I did it okay. (❁´◡`❁) Vhaos out!

[fou4summer]

I'm your one true love

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: You knew that Jaeyi liked you, and you liked her too, but you always tried to deny it by dating other people. Then one day, after your recent breakup, Jaeyi comforts you and brightens your entire next day, eventually it makes you both confess.

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 1.7k

You were in multiple relationships and they all ended up the same way. With you being cheated on or just both of you just deciding that it wont work out. After every breakup you would go to your bestfriend, Jaeyi, who always comforted you and made you forget about it easily.

She never had anyone even tho the whole school is head over heels for her. She would always say how she already has someone she likes. At first you would always annoy her to tell you who it is, but over time you kinda got it yourself. It was you.

You thought it would eventually stop and that it was just a stupid crush she had on you. Not until you started to feel the mutual feelings about her too. When things would get too risky like you two sitting alone too close to each other, you would always lie that theres a new guy that you like. Everytime her mood would shift, her smile dropping. One time it was a bit more than that...

You were in your room, watching movies and having fun. There was a romantic scene going on in one and she took glances at you. You turned your head towards her and you were inches away from each other.

Her hand was moving slowly on top of yours as she leaned closer. The worst of all you didn't back away. You even put your hand on her shoulder pulling her closer. Until you realized that this could ruin your friendship forever, and you would lose your best friend.

"I'm sorry I really can't do this..." You remove her hand away and stand up from your bed.

"You know I like that guy and-" You try to make up something, but she cuts you off.

"I'm gonna go..." She picks her bag and leaves before you could stop her. You heard in her shaky voice that she was about to cry. You felt so stupid for doing this to her. She was the best choice for you and you knew it.

Come on she rejected half the school and the most popular boys were being pathetic asking her out, but she refused to even look at them. Her eyes were always on you.

-

Now you were with this one guy. I mean he was popular, handsome and not that nice, but not rude. You got a bit of popularity while being with him so that was a plus too. Even tho you deep down knew you would be much more popular and happy if you were with Jaeyi. You just avoided the thoughts.

You were sure you found the perfect guy, until you caught him cheating right in front of you. You were actually a bit broken cause that was your longest relationship. You broke up with him after he tried to tell you how it 'isn't what it looks like'. You heard that sentence so many times you could literally predict when he would say it.

You were still friends with Jaeyi after that night that happened months ago from now. She apologized and it broke you even more.

You were in your room, crying and you felt horrible about doing that, but you still called Jaeyi. It was actually pretty late, around midnight, but she still picked up in an istant.

"Y/N? Is everything alright? Did something happen?" Her voice was raspy and tired making you smile to yourself that she cares about you that much to answer even this late.

"Hey Jaeyi...I'm sorry that im calling this late...It's just that he cheated on me and I broke up with him and I don't know what to do..." You sobbed between words wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"Oh its okay sshhh...Do you want me to come over?" She said her voice calm and non-judgemental. You quickly replied with a quiet 'yes', feeling like a jerk for doing this to her.

"I'll be there in five minutes...Okay?" Her voice made you calm down a little, knowing that she'll be there soon. You ended the call and unlocked the front door. She opened the door coming in quietly so your parents don't wake up.

"Hey..." She peeked through the door of your room making you sit up a bit. When you saw her you started crying again.

"Y/N...It's okay now...I'm here..." She pulls you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you, holding you close. You put your head against her sweatshirt, soaking it with tears. She caressed your back while whispering sweet things to you until your crying stopped.

"How about we lie down hm?" She whispered and you just nodded. She lied down with your head resting on her chest.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi...I'm sorry..." You couldn't explain anything, but she knew what you were apologizing for.

"It's okay Y/N...I forgive you..." She ran her hand through your hair, making you feel sleepy.

"I love you..." You mumbled against her, your hand resting on her shoulder.

"I love you too Y/N...I love you so much..." Her words made you tear up again, but you didn't want to worry her again, so you just kept quiet until you both fell asleep.

-

You woke up to your mom calling you to eat. You groaned before looking at the time. It was 1PM already. You never slept that long. You also noticed that Jaeyi was gone. You ran out of your room, finding your parents at the table, both confused by your action.

"Where is Jaeyi?" They both smile at your face expression before your mom answered.

"She left awhile ago. She doesn't sleep till afternoon like someone here. She left you a note on your desk, you should check it out after having lunch." Your mom says placing food on your plate.

After eating, you hurried to your room to see the note she left you. It was on your desk and it said.

Come to todays school festival with me please. 6PM at the school gate. I'm looking forward to it and I have a suprise:)

Jaeyi

You smile at the note before turning around to find your mom standing there.

"You better not say that 'you are going out with some guy already' Y/N." She crossed her arms waiting for your answer.

"Don't worry, I'm going with Jaeyi this time. And stop reading my stuff!" You yell as you run to the bathroom to get ready.

-

You arrive at the school gate, about to text her, but you felt someone already tap your shoulder. When you turn around, you see Jaeyi in a beautiful pink cardigan that matched the pink tulips in her hand.

"This is my suprise!" She gives you the flowers making you smile and jump into her hug as she wraps her arms around you. She smelled just as gorgeous as she looked.

"Come on lets go!" You take her hand in yours before stepping into the festival.

That day was maybe the best one in your life. You ate popcorn, cotton candy and had cold drinks laughing and teasing each other all day. You went to the ballpit spending hours there like little kids.

-

You were now sitting at the bench that had a really nice view. You both looked at the stars as her hand slowly touched yours. It was obvious, she was nervous not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Not this time. You took her hand intertwining your fingers together and placing them in your lap.

She turned around to find you already looking at her. She was so cute and adorable. You were thinking to yourself 'How did I manage to reject this person so many times when she was the only one making me this happy?' She nervously smiled looking at you. You didn't want her to think that you'll do the same again.

You slowly leaned in, closing the distance between you. You felt her stiffen a bit, but she quickly relaxed kissing you back. You placed your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. One of her hands went down on your waist while the other caressed your face. You both broke the kiss to catch your breaths. You realized that no one kissed you like that before. It was so full of pure love.

"D-do you like the flowers...?" She broke the silence, her voice nervous and shy. You smiled nodding, making her smile too. You sat there looking at the stars and you kissed her a few more times making her smile into each one.

-

"Sooo...How did you like today?" You were walking back from the festival, holding hands.

"It was amazing. Thank you Jaeyi...You really made my day..." That made her chuckle squeezing your hand a little.

"Always." She looked at the beautiful sky above you. You wanted to just tell her that directly, your feelings for her. You stopped walking making her turn around confused and a bit worried.

"Is everything okay?" She asked and you give her a small nod before taking a deep breath. She needed to hear this.

"Jaeyi...I've liked you all this time. I just-I just didn't want to ruin our friendship or whatever...I was stupid and-" You were cut off by her lips against yours. The kiss turned into a bit more as her hands sneaked under your shirt resting on your lower back.

"You don't know how long i've waited for you to say that. You made me wait for so long..." She took your hand placing it on her cheek and you blushed at how she nuzzled her head into your hand.

"I'm sorry Jaeyi, but now I'll make it up to you for all those years rejecting you. I promise." You told her as she pulled you closer.

"Y/N...Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile instantly nodding and kissing her again.

"I knew from the start that I was always your true love..." She says against your lips before leaning in for more, but you stop her.

"Oh wow stop that!" You hit her arm playfully and she laughs.

She walks you to your house. You kiss and giggle a bit more in front before you eventually go home. Unfortunately your mom saw that and teased you for the whole month saying how she knew from the start. You never lost your bestfriend, she just became the best girlfriend that you never want to lose.

[typingtess]

"Do me a favor," Deeks said as Kensi pulled onto the 405.

"What's that?"

"Stop Hetty if she ever feels the need to tase me."

"Why would she tase you?"

"She tased Callen.  Callen.  Her number two in the office and her favorite on the team."

"I don't think Callen is Hetty's favorite," Kensi push back.  "I think she likes us all just the same."

"The new guy Castor, Hetty likes him as much as she likes Callen?"

Shaking her head, Kensi clarified, "Likes was the wrong word..."

"And treats the same would just be wrong."

"Well, you're asking to be treated differently if you don't want Hetty to tase you after she tased Callen."

"I would never do anything that would make Hetty tase me."

"Then you won't need me to stop her.  Wait, were you ever tased before?"

"A fella doesn't get tased and tell."

"You were tased."

"Three times.  Three different times."

"Why were you tased?"

"Because when you're on a long undercover assignment and the police show up, they usually know who is the undercover cop.  Since they don't want to shoot the undercover – that would be me – when they run, LAPD tases."

"You'd run when LAPD was making an arrest?"

"Always."

"Why?"

"If you're a criminal and LAPD knocks down the door, as a rule, you don't jump up and say 'Hey fellas, glad you're  here!  You won't believe what these other guys are doing.'"

"So you played along."

"I did my job, LAPD would do theirs."

"Did it hurt?"

"You've never been tased?  That seems to be some sort of super-secret training tool NCIS would insist you have in your fancy training."

"No I've never been tased and I don't plan on being tased."

"This may come as a surprise to you, nobody really plans on being tased.  Well, this is LA, I'm sure someone somewhere is paying someone else to tase them weekly."

"Ew."

"I am not someone to judge.  Let your freak flag fly.  If you're happy, I'm good."

"But you don't want Hetty to tase you."

"That would not make me happy."

"How do you think I could stop Hetty from tasing you?"

"You're Kensi Blye, you'll figure it out."

"Sam couldn't get Hetty to not tase Callen."

"That whole Sam and Hetty interaction today was weird."

"Don't go there again."

Deeks chuckled.  "You know what, tell Hetty I like getting tased.  Happened to me at LAPD.  Didn't bother me at all.  Gave me an energy boost like Super Mario."

"You're going to try reverse psychology on Hetty?"

"She'll never see it coming as she misses me running away."

"It's Hetty.  She'll see it coming and she'll tase you as you're running away."

"True."

"Do me a favor," Kensi said as she pulled into their driveway.

"What's that?"

"Don’t do anything that cause Hetty to tase you."

"I'll do my best."

Leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek, she said, "You usually do.  Make me dinner."

"Yes ma'am."

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BuckTommy Angst Week - Day 5 - Missing in Action

@bucktommyangstweek

notes: missing in action = another kidnapping/taken from the scene, lol. 500 words

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Day 1

"Are you sure I'm welcome here?" Tommy asks.

"Yes," the entire room responds.

"You don't even have to fly us around this time," Hen replies.

"You know I would."

Day 2

Detective Romero asks, "But how did he go missing during a call?"

Athena replies, "It was a dog last time. By the time we're done listing the possibilities, he'll be home."

"Right, he's that Buckley, the one with all the luck."

"You know his sister, too."

"Yeah." Romero sighs. "I gotta see less of these kids."

Day 3

"I went up with that detective to his phone's last known location," Tommy says. "Something's changed between these pictures. This mostly empty farmland—that building is new."

"There's nothing around there," Athena says. "How do we investigate the area without getting caught? Getting a helicopter that close was enough of a risk."

"Well, that's why they pay you guys the big bucks," Tommy replies. "Just. Please let me help."

Day 4

"I'm gonna be honest," Howie says. "Kidnapping? My least favorite Buckley family tradition."

Tommy smiles. "Yeah. Couldn't be a Die Hard is a Christmas movie family."

"We can be a deep-fried turkey family."

"Just barely safer than kidnapping."

Day 5

As they drive out to where Evan might be held, Tommy's hands are shaking too badly for anything but sitting in the passenger seat of Bobby's truck.

"It's been five days," Tommy says. "They haven't told us the odds, but I remember them from the army."

Bobby replies, "Well, that's the army. This is Buck."

It aches to laugh, like Tommy's chest had already forgotten how it feels.

"Gotta have faith, Tommy."

He clears his throat. "I finally get it. I've had hope that we'll find him, but now I have faith. It'll happen. We will find him."

Then, everything happens: SWAT officers creep into tall grass, there's smoke bombs, blaring alarms, huge flashing lights. They seize Evan's captor.

Finally there's Evan, held up by a SWAT officer. He's pale and squinting, coughing from the smoke bombs, his clothes are torn. Tommy almost falls out of the truck, he's running so fast. He screams his name and Evan turns his head. He takes a step or two on his own and Tommy catches him, both of them falling to their knees.

"We found you, baby, see? We found you."

Evan sobs against his chest. "Don't let me go. Hold me, don't let me go."

Every time their hands separate, Evan lunges for him again, digs his nails into Tommy's hands. "Don't let me go," he whispers.

Day 7

Evan insistently drags Tommy into his hospital bed. It's almost too short, not wide enough, but Evan curls up small against Tommy's chest. "That's what they said," Evan whispers. "They were just waiting for people to give up, forget about me."

Tommy kisses his forehead. "So they didn't know you, or us, at all." He rubs circles into Evan's back, holds him tighter. "We'd never let you go."

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Morning Routine

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader x Niragi Suguru

(I'm not totally sure how I feel about this one but I kinda like it? I hope you guys do too.)

Summary: A look at your morning routine with your boyfriends.

Your morning routine had changed since you, Chishiya and Niragi had begun dating. Ever since the night the free of you had cuddled together, the lines had begun to blur. Niragi started interrupting Chishiya's night. Chishiya would interrupt Niragi's nights. Soon enough it began a thing where they would both come to your room every night. Sometimes for fun and stress relief. Sometimes just to cuddle. Sometimes just to talk. But every night ended with the three of you wrapped up in each other's arms.

Of course, the guys still argue. But Chishiya's words weren't as harsh. They didn't hold the same mean bite all the time. Niragi didn't shove his gun in Chishiya's face for any and all reasons anymore. He didn't degrade him so menacingly anymore. They still argued. They still took jabs at each other. Now in the privacy of your room, they were being nicer. They were holding hands, they were holding each other as they held you. They had kissed during some of your most intimate moments with them. So a talk happened. What they wanted. What you wanted. And the only thing you three seemed to want was each other. To be together. So you began dating.

Your eyes blinked open as you woke up. Arms were wrapped around you. You reached up to rub your eyes. You blinked again, letting yourself slowly wake up. Two voices were heard around you. One hushed, one...attempting to be quiet? However, it didn't last long once they realised you were awake.

"Well look who's awake. Good morning, baby." Niragi purred in your ear as he pulled your body closer to his. He was spooning you from behind. On your other side sat Chishiya. He was toying with something in his hands. Another one of his creations. His last creation had been a taser-like thing. Now he was toying with some can. Niragi often told him that he was supposed to report him for having weapons like these. For making them and keeping them. But he never did.

Chishiya turned to look at you. "Morning, sweetheart." He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before tinkering with his new toy.

"Don't I get one?" Niragi questioned mockingly, his free hand on his chest like he had just been shot.

"No." Chishiya didn't even look at him as he shifted on the bed slightly. A string of giggles left your lips. "I'll kiss you?" You offered as you looked at Niragi over your shoulder. A grin appeared on his lips and he clicked his tongue. "See, at least my pretty girl knows how to treat me right." He commented before giving you a soft yet hungry kiss.

"Our." Came Chishiya's voice as he set his project on his bedside table.

"What?" Niragi asked as he broke the kiss.

"Our pretty girl." Niragi let out a small scoff at Chishiya's words. "Right, of course. Our Sweet girl." He chuckled, a smirk on his face. He brought a hand up to stroke your cheek softly.

Your eyes ping-ponged between the two as they spoke, their eyes met for a moment. Chishiya gave Niragi a softer-than-usual glare, and Niragi looked at him like he was having the time of his life. And he was. He was holding his pretty angel in his arms whilst riling up his...Frienemie? boyfriend? Lover? The two hadn't labelled what they were just yet. They were dating you and also each other? Kind of? Maybe? They were working on it. Maybe they didn't need to label it. They were them. Glares and teasing. Staring and hand-holding. Poking and kissing. Their relationship had changed because of you. Because of how they felt about you. And through you, they were figuring out how they felt about each other.

"You sure you don't want that kiss?" Niragi asked as he looked Chishiya over. The other male stayed quiet for a moment before looking at you and Niragi.

"Maybe if you beg for me."

"I don't beg, that's her job."

"I'll happily take a kiss." You told them proudly. The two looked at each other before simultaneously leaning in and kissing your cheeks. "Thank you." You turned your head giving Niragi a soft kiss on the lips before turning to Chishiya and kissing him just as softly. Nirgai's hand left your waist and moved to touch Chishiya's hand. Niragi grinned brightly, triumphantly as Chishiya entwined their finger together.

"Knew you had a crush on me, pretty boy."

"Shut up or I'll let go."

You snuggled closer to Niragi, Chishiya moved one of your legs onto his lap. "I wanna stay in bed forever." You pouted. Spending the day in bed with your two favourite people would be a dream come too.

"We can't, Princess. We have an executive meeting today." Came the voice from behind you.

"And we have to play today." The man in front of you added.

"Will you at least shower with me?" You asked them two. You wiggled out of their hold, crawling off the bed. You turned to face the two men, still holding hands. "The shower is big enough." This was how it always went. You ask them to shower with you like it was even a question. You'd shower together. There was always a lot of touch and sometimes it turned into more. When you were done, one would brush your hair, and the other would style it for the day. You would then ask for their opinion on what bikini to wear. Pick a cute skirt or pair of shorts or cover-up to go with it.

All the while the three of you would steal kisses. Touches lingered. Secrets were slowly shared. Plans were made. Your morning routine was often the same. Wake up, kiss, tease, listen to the boys poke at each other, tease each other, rile each other out. All so they could let some steam off in the shower with you or keep you trapped between them on the bed. Mornings were always good. Even in the mornings, you had to wake up early for a meeting. But waking up with them was worth it all.

You made your way to the bathroom, giggling as you heard Niragi bouncing off the bed and Chishiya laughing as he got up. As you turned on the shower you couldn't help but smile. There was nowhere else you'd rather be.

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Ring Schwartz 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story

Epilogue [His POV]

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— March 2nd has arrived.

If I were to borrow Robin’s words, today is the day Nica and I were born “carrying hopes”. 

(... We’re probably trampling on that “hope” as we live our lives.)

(But if I don't do that, I—) 

…

Nica: … Apparently it's our birthday, but you’re making such a gloomy face. 

Ring: Nica… 

Nica: Happy birthday, Ring. 

Ring: Oh, yeah… happy birthday to you too, Nica. 

Ring: Right… this is for you. 

I handed Nica the present I had just gone to pick up. 

Nica: You got this for me? Can I open it here? 

Ring: Y-yeah… of course. I don’t know if you’re going to like it… but I’d be glad if you’ll make use of it. 

Nica: Let’s see what it is… oh, is this a coffee cup?

Ring: Personal tableware isn’t provided in the palace, so I thought it might be useful… 

I repeated the words Robin said to me, and Nica smiled.

Nica: That doesn’t sound like your usual way of thinking, but… whatever. 

Nica: Is this a drawing of birds on the cup? 

Ring: Yeah. I painted a pair of black swans representing us. 

Nica: Oh wow, you painted this yourself? Nice. 

Nica studied the coffee cup closely.

I spent a long time painting it, so it should've turned out decent… or at least that was what I thought.

Nica: You left Darius out, huh.

Ring: Ah, no, I… it just happened to turn out that way, I didn't mean to…! 

Ring: I only painted a single black swan at first.

Ring: But I messed it up halfway and made a black smudge next to it…

Ring: … So I thought “why not turn the smudge into a second swan?”

Nica: And you got some wise advice from Robin. 

Ring: … Did I tell you Robin helped me pick this present? 

Nica: Nah, I figured it out.

Nica: Not bad, Ring. You used my birthday present as an excuse to ask Robin out on a date. 

Nica: That aside, the shape of this cup doesn’t exactly look refined, it looks more like something commoner’s use. 

Nica: It doesn’t match my image at all…

Ring: Uhh…

Nica: … But that means I can use it without worrying about tarnishing it. Thanks. 

Nica touched the two swans on the cup while saying that. 

Nica: … I wish I could be like this too. 

Ring: Huh…? 

Nica: A swan that can freely fly anywhere with you. 

… The smile Nica wore at that moment still felt fake somehow. 

…

Afterwards… strangely, my legs brought me to Crown’s castle which stood within the palace's grounds. 

(Why did I walk all the way here…?)

(I don’t even have a reason to come here. It's not like I want to see her or anything…)

The last time I was at the castle, I ran into some of Crown’s members by chance and they called Robin for me. 

But today, it was already night time, so that wasn't going to happen. 

(... I should go back to the palace.)

I turned around and was about to leave, when— 

Kate: … Ring? What brings you here?

— A voice called out to me. 

Ring: Why are you here, Robin…?

Kate: I just got back from a mission. 

As if by the will of a divine entity, there she was, standing right before me.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things. 

But no matter how hard I rubbed them or pinched my cheeks, Robin didn't disappear. 

Ring: I came because… I wanted to see you. 

When faced with such a miraculous coincidence, I said exactly what was on my mind without trying to cover anything up.

Kate: Huh…? 

As expected, Robin’s eyes wavered with confusion.

(Crap… did I creep her out!?) 

Her soft and desirable cheeks turned slightly red, but that was definitely because of the chilly night air. 

There was no way she’d blush because a man who's a potential enemy told her he “came because he wanted to see her”. 

(The emotion Robin is feeling right now is probably fear. I must explain myself before she gets the wrong idea…!) 

Ring: Ah, no…! That’s not it. You’ve misunderstood, I don’t mean it in a weird way!

Kate: O-okay… 

(I need to think of something… a decent reason for wanting to see her…)

My brain didn't work as fast as Darius’ or Nica’s, but it worked wonders in times of crisis. 

Ring: Y-you're the commander of “Operation Recover Nica’s Smile”.

Ring: That means I have a duty to report the results of our mission to you. 

Kate: I see… it makes sense now that you mention it. I’m curious about what happened with the present too. 

Robin nodded, seemingly convinced that my reason was the truth, and I secretly heaved a sigh of relief. 

Ring: … It was a success.

Ring: I may not have seen Nica’s genuine smile, but… he was happy to receive the present, so I think we could say we achieved our original goal. 

Kate: I see! I’m glad he liked it…!

Ring: It's all because you were the commander. … Thanks for helping me out.

Kate: Fufu, I didn’t do anything. I only went shopping with you for a bit. 

Ring: That’s not true. I think Nica will really make use of the present I gave him this time…

Ring: Had it been just me thinking of a present alone, I might've picked something useless. 

Kate: … Then I guess this is something we accomplished together. 

Robin gently wrapped my self-deprecating words with kindness and smiled tenderly. 

When I saw that smile… I felt like I finally knew the reason why I instinctively wanted to see her. 

(I think… I just wanted her to hear about today’s events.) 

I wanted her to hear all about how happy it made me when Nica accepted the present and said he’d use it every day, and about how… lonely… I felt when I couldn't bring back the kind of smile I once saw on his face. 

(I want Robin to hear my thoughts and feelings… I want to share this sentiment with her.) 

(... As for why I want that, I’m still not sure of it.)

(But this restless feeling I have towards Robin isn’t unpleasant.) 

While I was lost in thought, I suddenly remembered the item in my pocket.

Ring: Right, Robin. As a token of thanks, I want you to have this.

Kate: This is… a ticket to the play that’s really popular right now and hard to buy tickets for…! 

Kate: Are you sure? Can I really accept such a nice gift…!?

Even as she asked that question, her fingers were tightly gripping the ticket, not willing to let go. 

It was obvious how much she loved theatre and that she wanted to keep the ticket. It was honestly kind of funny to see. 

Ring: … Nica gave me two tickets as a birthday present, so I want to share them with you.  

Kate: I see…

Robin’s voice when she responded suddenly sounded lacking in energy. 

I thought it was strange and wondered if something was bothering her. I decided to stay silent, waiting for her to continue— 

Kate: Um… what do you plan to do with the other ticket?

Ring: Nica went through the trouble of getting it for me, so I was going to see the play myself…

Ring: Do you perhaps want both tickets? You’d probably have more use for it than I would, so I don’t mind giving it to you.. 

Kate: That’s not it! It's just… if it’s okay with you, can we go watch the play together?

Ring: You want to watch it with me? 

Ring: … I think you already know this by now, but I’m not the kind of guy who can say anything insightful about a play. 

Kate: That’s okay. I just want to watch it with you and say things like “that was good”, “I didn’t quite like that part”... 

Kate: I want to share such feelings with you.

Ring: Share… feelings… 

Her words caught me off guard because those were my exact thoughts just moments ago. 

(Robin is an ordinary person in Crown, and I’m a Cursed One in Vogel. Our worlds are so different, and yet…) 

(... We think the same way. It’s surprising.)

Kate: … Is that a no? 

Ring: I-it’s not. I’d love to! 

Kate: Fufu. You sound like you’re warming up for a battle, Ring. … I’d love to watch the play with you too. 

Robin laughed at my overly enthusiastic response.

When I saw that smile, for some reason, it made me think of one of the meanings behind the osmanthus flower. 

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𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you and paige get caught

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user3 yes paige! give us nothing!

user4 she been soft launching for two years give us a crumb please 😩

azzi35 you're welcome

paigebueckers you a real one

kamoreaarnold girl boo! we get it

paigebueckers don't be salty that you single and i'm not

user5 hard launch already

user6 leave her alone

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ynpriv possessive much?

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paigenobuckets all mine

azzipriv guys there are children here... kk look away

notkka girl boo i am an adult nikanotmuhl kk lying is bad notkka not you roasting me all the way from seattle space needle

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paige was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. she was already dressed, just waiting on you, who said they were going to be done ten minutes ago — twice. 

“baby! we gotta get going soon!” paige tucked her phone into her pocket, moving towards the bathroom where you were. just as she was about to open the door, you pull it open, stepping out, messing with your hair.

“how do i look?” you run your hands down your sides.

paige’s jaw dropped, always in awe of you. “damn, ma. give me a twirl.” you did. “you look beautiful.”

heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks. walking towards her, your reach up, placing your hands on her cheeks to pull her down for a kiss, which she happily lets you. 

“let’s go?”

“let’s go.”

paige drove through the streets of downtown los angeles, left hand on the steering wheel, the other gently gripping your thigh.

“you sure no one’s gonna recognize you there?” you ask, hands playing with paige’s fingers.

“people probably will, but we take about it. it’s about time they find out the hot ass woman i’m with.”

“oh, stop. we been together two years, you don’t gotta woo me anymore.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

you laugh, a hand coming to rest on the back of paige’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw.

the lights in the packed arena shone bright, casting a golden glow over the court as the game was about to start. you and paige decided to sit away from the court, not wanting to be seen right away if they were court side. you were excited to say the least. any chance to be out in public with paige was rare, always looking over your shoulder for cameras, but for once you didn’t care.

your relationship with paige had been private since the very beginning, but not secret. paige was a public figure, everything she did was put under a microscope. you, on the other hand, was just a student at uconn, catching her eyes as you watched her play from the crowd. 

between her growing fame and the scrutiny of the media, it was easier this way. no unnecessary drama, no outside pressure — just the two of you, safe in your own little bubble. but tonight, after a long talk, you both agreed it was time to step out of that bubble and what better way to do so than a basketball game, just two fans in a sea of thousands.

dressed in hoodies and caps pulled low, healed comfortably in the suite. your legs crossed together as you sat, paige’s hand finds its place on your thigh. 

“okay nil money,” you say looking around the private suite. “you being my sugar daddy huh?” she shrugs, playing it cool, rubbing her hands together. “if you keep doing those rizz hands i’m gonna break up with you.”

“c’mon ma, don’t be like that.” she wraps an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into her. “you love me too much.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night.”

the game has been going amazingly. the sparks making all their shots. everything was going smoothly until the dreaded moment.

the arena’s jumbotron lit up with the words kiss cam, the camera panning over various couples as the crowd cheered each time a pair kissed. you watched absentmindedly until some familiar faces filled the massive screen.

your face.

and paige’s

your stomach dropped when you realized what was happening.

“oh shit,” paige mumbled, trying to stop a smirk from showing on her face. you shove her away hiding your face in your hands.

the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles as the camera lingered on your both, broadcasting your stunned expressions to the entire arena.

paige turned to you, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and and amusement. “well… this is awkward.” 

your heart raced, heat creeping up your neck as the attention of thousands of fans bore onto you. you could already imagine the headlines, the videos, the endless speculation. but then paige did something that made your breath hitch. 

she smiled.

not the nervous, camera-ready smile she flashed for interviews, but the one reserved for you — the soft, knowing one that said i got you. 

screw it.

you grabbed the front of her hoodie, pulling her close as your lips met hers in a soft but unmistakable kiss. the crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, filling the arena with noise. when you finally pulled away, paige was grinning, her fingers tightening around yours.

“well,” she said, leaning in as the screen switched to a different couple. “i guess the secret’s out.”

you laughed, squeezing her hand. “yeah, but at least we got to choose how.”

“we?” paige gave you a teasing shocked expression. “what do you mean we? it was you!”

“shut up,” you mumbled, hiding your face in her neck. she pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your head before turning her attention back to the game.

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paigebueckers the kiss cam kinda outed us tho @/ynpriv

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user1 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user2 we waited two years for this!!!

azzi35 y/n baby leave her and let's get married

ynpriv baby i do paigebueckers uh... hello??? no you do not azzi35 call me miss steal yo girl paigebueckers THERES NO STEALING

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kamoreaarnold girl i was CACKLING when i saw y'all on tmz

ynpriv did i look good? kamoreaarnold you looked hot paigebueckers you people need to stop flirting with my girl

nika.muhl ugh i miss her so much

ynpriv nika baby come home the kids and i miss you paigebueckers im done

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notes: naoya is your little brother, but reader is only mentioned, this is mostly just a cute meeting for tsumiki megumi and satoru

Satoru, for the first time in a while, was struggling. Usually things came easy for Satoru. Toji had to wear him down to beat him, and even then he wasn't properly beaten. Suguru affected Satoru because of their connection. So for his other so-called struggles, he had excuses.

But with kids, apparently, all his skills were lacking.

The Tsumiki girl was definitely kind. She was laughing at his half assed jokes, and reassuring him about what he was doing. Satoru told the kids they could get whatever they wanted, and Tsumiki chose the cheap options for her brother.

"What do you want?"

"Me? I can... are you sure?"

"You can get anything you want."

"I'll take what Megumi's getting as well."

Megumi hadn't spoken at all, instead opting for glaring at Satoru, looking down at his food, or frequently glancing at his sister as she ate her food.

The two clearly cared for each other. They had each other's backs, in a way that Satoru did with his close friends. It was a bit odd seeing this sort of bond between two kids, especially when he lacked it until he went to high school. But they needed to develop it, being on their own.

They were tough kids, not by choice. So Satoru didn't blame them for being the way they were. He just needed to make them feel comfortable. And that was hard to do, because he'd never done this before.

Tsumiki was speaking to him though, about their schools, and their regular routines. Satoru nodded, answering questions, trying to ask them what they'd like to do.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Satoru-senpai?"

Satoru opened his mouth to answer, smiling as he was about to gush about you, but he was interrupted by his least favourite person ever. The one who was unfortunately related to his most favourite person.

"Now what do we have here?"

Satoru scowled at the sound of his voice, and immediately Tsumiki and Megumi glared at the man as well. It made Satoru grin a little, seeing how defensive the kids had gotten with someone he clearly disliked. Maybe that was a sign that the kids trusted him already.

"Gojou Satoru and," Naoya looked over at the kids, grinning. "Children." He grabbed a chair and sat next to Megumi who was fully scowling now. Tsumiki pulled his chair closer to her side, amusing Naoya. "What is this? Did some whore leave the kids with you?"

Yeah. Satoru wanted to say. Your cousin.

"I'm taking them in," Satoru answered briefly.

Naoya furrowed his brows. "To do what? Teach them? The girl is a regular civilian. The boy..." Naoya narrowed his eyes at Megumi. He had his suspicions now, clearly.

"I'm sure you know of your infamous cousin with no cursed energy," Satoru interrupted Naoya's thoughts. "And about what happened. These two are the kids of his first and second wives. I'm taking them in."

"They're his kids?" Naoya asked, his eyes widening. "Zenins?"

"They're his wives kids," Satoru shut him down. "Fushiguros."

Naoya sighed, clearly a bit disappointed, but he kept his stare on Megumi. "This one seems to have cursed energy though."

"He does," Satoru agreed. "I heard you had your birthday recently. How was that first drink?"

Naoya grinned. "I did! Honestly, I passed out so I don't remember that night all that well! And you know, for it being my party, everyone was getting busy talking about Y/N."

"Y/N?" Satoru repeated.

"Yeah, you might know her. She's a bit too weak to be on your radar though."

"Yes, you're older sister. She has a great innate technique, and she's quite strong. I'm- well, we're friends, at least."

Megumi squinted at Satoru, trying to decipher his words. The glasses threw him off at trying to read the man.

"Why're you wasting your time with her? She's going to get married off to someone soon. About time, they should've been planning the minute she turned sixteen but she ran off to your little school. Why she'd sabotage herself that way, I do not know."

Tsumiki and Megumi glanced at each other as they saw Satoru clench his fist, with his jaw clenched as well. Tsumiki turned back. "Megumi and I have to go to the bathroom!"

Satoru's head whipped to the kids. Tsumiki grinned at him, while Megumi's face still seemed indifferent, but they both were clearly faking this for him. "Alright then," Satoru grinned. He stood up quickly, slapping Naoya's back harder then he should have, before taking the kids away, heading towards the public bathrooms.

"You know we don't actually need to go to the restrooms," Megumi pointed out. "And the exit is the other way."

Satoru grinned. "I know. But I want to show you two something quickly." Satoru squatted down. "Megumi get on my back."

Megumi scowled. "No."

Rolling his eyes, Satoru went ahead and picked up Tsumiki, who squealed as he did so. He was fairly tall so she was pretty high up off the ground, and being a little scared, she gripped onto him tighter. Satoru tightened his hold on her to reassure her. "Hold onto my leg then, 'Gumi."

Ignoring the nickname, Megumi wrapped one of his arms around Satoru's legs, confused as to what Satoru was about to do.

However the minute he warped, Megumi quickly gripped Satoru's legs with both of his arms as his heart beat quickly, feeling it drop to his stomach.

As quickly as it happened, Megumi realized they were in a completely different place. Megumi let go. "What was that?!"

"Teleporting," Satoru answered, a confident lilt to his tone. But when did he not sound cocky?

"You can do that?!" Tsumiki exclaimed, clearly giddy from the experience. They were two elementary schoolers who had just teleported after all! Without explaining all the math and the technicalities of the skill, it was really cool. Satoru just made himself out to be a superhero, and even though he'd had no plan to do so before, he was glad they had to do this.

"You're so cool!" Tsumiki fawned. "You can teleport anywhere?!"

Satoru nodded, smiling widely.

"Oh my god, Megumi, we should make a list of everywhere we want to go! Where do you want to go?!"

"The library."

"I said anywhere!"

"And I said the library."

"Well!" Satoru clapped his hands together. "You can make the list at the library right, Tsu?"

Tsumiki hesitated. "Um, yeah." Satoru was confused at the hesitation, so Megumi filled him in.

"She prefers Miki."

"Oh alright!" Satoru said, quickly. "You can tell me that stuff, okay, Miki?" 

"Yeah, I know," she nodded, before grabbing Satoru's leg and making a superman pose. "Now let's go!"

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Hello I'm on my knees for spoilers, your favorite moments, and thoughts on Victor's route🙏 Did it meet your expectations?👀

Hello! Sure, I'd be happy to give my thoughts! But please keep in mind that this is my personal opinion and first impressions, based solely on the Blind Love ending, and I may have some different thoughts after some time to think and finishing the Mad Love too.

Big spoiler alert!

To be very blunt, I was quite disappointed with Victor's route. Part of it may be that I had set my expectations rather high, but I do think that the pacing and storytelling of the route itself felt subpar. Some parts felt shoehorned and didn't flow together very well as a cohesive story. There were definitely parts that I liked, though! Just, as an entire package it doesn't work for me and I'm very sad about that.

For things that I liked:

I think early on in the route, there were some good moments between Victor and Kate. There is that initial line-drawing and hesitation between Kate and Victor that comes across in their pre-route event stories that I do like.

Kate is shown to have PTSD (or at least a similar trauma response) to the explosions that occurred at the church in the past, as shown in the LINE campaign episode 0. I think that's a pretty neat touch.

Nice angst in chapter 14 when the first kiss occurs. Kate has already come to her feelings realization in chapter 10 and was about to confess to Victor, but Victor cuts her off with a kiss. After that, he pulls back and asks her quite coldly, "Is that enough to satisfy you?" Then he reminds her that there's only a week left before her 1 month period as the Fairytale Keeper is up, and she will go back to her normal life then. It's a rather harsh moment of Victor drawing another line between them and I did like the angst and the drama of it, haha.

As for what I felt was lacking...

William!!! William is such a gem. He is merciless towards Victor's patheticness and it is so funny. There's one conversation ("conversation") at one point that goes something like this:

Victor, brooding because he is pining and miserable about the consequences of his own actions upsetting Kate: .............

William, sitting next to him, drinking wine and having the time of his life: So you messed up, huh.

Vogel has essentially no role whatsoever in the story. Ring, Nica, and Darius each get 1 scene where they maybe have like 10 boxes of dialogue max, and then they never show up again. It's chapter 10 for Ring and Nica, and chapter 13 for Darius. They didn't do anything before this. They don't do anything after.

The emotional conflict/relationship development between Victor and Kate felt really repetitive for a while. Kate gets closer to Victor > Kate discovers one of Victor's secrets > Kate gets uncertain as she sorts out her thoughts and Victor pulls away > Kate makes up her mind and confronts Victor and tells him that she wants to stick with him > Kate gets closer to Victor > Kate discovers one of Victor's secrets > Kate gets uncertain as she sorts out her thoughts and Victor pulls away... I think this happens like 2 or 3 times. It just felt so dragged out.

BEN BROWN. OH MY GOD BEN BROWN. So one of the antagonists/masterminds in the Blind Love route is Ben Brown, a secret cousin of Victor's that is never referred to anywhere else in the story and ONLY appears in chapter 24, where he is introduced, goes on his evil motivation rant, we get his tragic backstory infodumped on us, and then he dies. All in one chapter. Like, what is that pacing???

The part where William explains Victor's past to Kate feels like it was cut and paste from a different draft. Although everything is William telling Kate what happened, it's narrated in first person. So it goes like "I was born in the royal family" even though this is William speaking. William does say something like "this is how he told the story to me" but idk, that still felt weird and disjointed to me.

Victor comes off as quite unsympathetic in some parts of his backstory to me, specifically in the part where he discovers and confirms his curse. So the royal family was having a succession crisis, and Victor thought he wouldn't have anything to do with it because he was so far down the line. However, all his relatives began dying one after another. After some research, Victor discovers that he has manifested a curse, and all the deaths seem to have been because of him as all the family members who died did so after Victor had spoken with them. To confirm this, Victor arranges to meet with his uncle, whom he later describes as being like a brother figure to him, and confirms that he can use his curse to make his uncle commit suicide. The nursemaid who helped Victor research the curse seems to have gone insane because of it and started basically worshipping Victor's powers letting him become the king, so Victor used his abilities to kill her too so that no one would know that he killed his uncle. I totally get that Victor would have been very traumatized by realizing that he killed everyone in his family and not in his right mind (he had attempted to kill himself after first theorizing this too) but this was just. Not a good look.

I'm really sorry, I don't mean to be so negative. I was really happy with Azel's route in Ikepri so I think I set my expectations quite high for Victor, as I do like the relationship development he and Kate have in their events. But what we got (and what I experienced so far) was just disappointing to me. I really do hope his Mad Love route is better.

[ashwhowrites]

May I request a Robin x Hopper!reader 🫶 The reader and Robin have been dating and sneaking around. Hopper being Hopper has this suspicion that his daughter is seeing someone and assumes it is a boy. He does everything he can to get reader to tell him but he gets nowhere until he catches the reader and Robin in the act.

It's a tad short but I hope it's what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting ❤️

Not a boy?

Y/N was close with her dad but not about everything. He was overly protective, which made sense since he was a Sheriff. He was quick to ban her from dating boys, but he never gave thought to if she liked girls.

Robin was her girlfriend of a few months and everything has been great. It was a secret, she didn't know how to tell her father she was in a relationship and that it was with a girl.

She thought she was doing well in hiding her relationship, but her dad was growing suspicious. He swore he heard her whispering on the phone at night, she spent more time outside of the house, and she seemed happier than usual. He was aware of the friendship his daughter had with Robin, but he did not know it went deeper than that.

~~~

"So how was your night?" Hopper asked as he sat at the kitchen table sipping his morning coffee.

"It was fine," Y/N shrugged, not thinking anything of it.

Hopper hummed but he wanted to dig deeper. "Been having a lot of phone calls, lately. Something going on?"

"No, just talking to friends," Y/N said. She felt a little nervous, her dad was trying to dig for something and she needed to make sure she didn't slip up.

"Yeah? Just friends? Not a boy or boyfriend?"

"Ew, Dad no." She said, "I do not have a boyfriend."

Hopper nodded and dropped it for that moment in time.

"Is it okay if Robin sleeps over?"

"Yeah but no boys!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, her dad was very oblivious.

"Nothing to worry about there."

~

Y/N was in the shower as she waited for Robin to be dropped off, unaware Robin was there early.

Robin let herself in the familiar house and went to walk to Y/N's bedroom but was stopped by Hopper.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He whispered from his spot on the couch, the room was dark but the TV lit up his face enough for Robin to see.

"Uh sure," she said, gulping as anxiety filled her. She felt too nervous to make eye contact so her eyes scanned around the room.

"Is Y/N involved with any boys?"

Robin was relieved at the question, laughing softly. "I don't think so. At least nothing that she told me." Robin and Y/N agreed to keep everything a secret, both unsure of how either of their parents would react. And Robin wasn't about to blow their cover to her dad.

"She tells you everything right? So if there was a boy, she'd tell you?" Hopper asked, leaning forward as he kept his voice a whisper. The sound of the shower cutting off.

"Yes," Robin nodded, and she was pretty damn sure Y/N wasn't involved with anyone else, certainly not a boy.

"Good talk, kid. This never happened," Hopper said as he leaned back into the couch and turned his attention to the tv.

Robin sighed in relief and scurried off into Y/N's bedroom.

~

"Think he's asleep?" Robin asked, her eager fingers were already skimming up Y/N's smooth thighs. Y/N shivered underneath her girlfriend's touch, leaning over to see through the crack in her door.

"I don't see the tv on. Let me check," she smiled. Leaving Robin's arms as she walked quietly to the door. She poked her head out into the hallway. Her dad's door closed, and all the lights were off. She closed her door and joined Robin in bed, their lips meeting instantly.

They tried to move as fast as they could without making noise. Quickly hiding under the covers they removed each other's clothes.

Y/N's lips moved to Robin's neck, sucking on the skin gently. Robin quietly moaned as her hands worked down Y/N's stomach, her fingers teasing her underwear band.

Their lips locked again as they ran their hands up and down each other. Both want to touch every bit of skin possible.

Robin's hand slipped inside Y/N's underwear, smirking as she instantly felt how wet Y/N was. Robin kept moving with the kiss as she circled Y/N's clit, feeling her shiver.

"Why is the do-ohmygod," Hopper said as he opened the door just to slam it back shut.

Y/N and Robin pulled back, fear in their bones as they stared at the closed door.

"Oh my God," Robin panicked, reaching to find her shirt that was scattered.

"Do you think he saw?" Y/N panicked, frozen in her spot on the bed.

"Did he? Yeah, he fucking did!" Robin sassed, throwing on her shirt. "You can see his shadow under the door!"

Y/N slipped off the bed and dressed herself. Slowly creeping towards her bedroom door. Robin stood far behind, eating away at her nails as she imagined jumping out the window and making a run for it.

"Girls! We need to talk!" Hopper's loud voice rang through and the girls jumped. Y/N gulped and opened the door.

"Oh hey Dad," she smiled, trying to act nonchalant. "Trouble sleeping?"

Hopper gave her a don't try me look, snapping his fingers as he demanded them into the living room.

"Can you and I talk first?" Y/N whispered, closing the door behind her. Robin quickly ran to the door, pressing her ear against it.

"I know you have questions and that's fine! But please don't tell Robin's parents. She isn't ready for that yet," Y/N explained, even though she was terrified of how her dad would react.

Hopper let out a long and loud sigh, rubbing his face with his hands. "So....it was never a boy?"

Y/N cracked a smile as a low chuckle left his chest. "It was never a boy."

"Well, I think I'll need to figure out how to talk about this," he said as he pointed to her and the door, "but for now, the door is always open and just because you can't get pregnant doesn't mean I want things happening around here." He scolded, it was clear he barely knew what to say as he puffed out his chest to seem more demanding.

"Thanks, Dad," Y/N said softly. She gave him a grateful smile and slipped back into the room, leaving it open with a crack.

"Goodnight Robin," Hopper said through the crack. Robin gulped and quietly said goodnight back, her face burning in a deep blush.

[bell4lan]

Soulmates

Genre: Very fluffy smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, mlm/nblm fetishizers, fujoshis, trans fetishizers

CW: Unprotected sex, fingering, pussy, cunt, hole, and folds used for reader's privates, reader's called good boy once (I think..), reader really likes the thought of him and Gojo having a family together. NOT a pregnancy kink though...nothing like that..just love

Character(s)/Reader: Top Gojo Satoru x Bottom Trans Male Reader. Geto, Shoko, Tsumiki, and Megumi are also here :3

"Dammit! Why are you guys targeting me?!." Gojo pouted as Megumi sent his 'sorry' pawn all the way back to the start. The raven haired boy had a mischievous grin on his face while his sister, Tsumiki, laughed. You four, along with Geto and Shoko, are sitting on the ground playing a board game while eating snacks to celebrate you guys graduating from Jujutsu High. Originally, you guys had planned for a more grown up celebration, but Gojo's sudden adoption made you guys have to change your plans. Not that you, or anyone, minded. You actually really liked the kids he took in. Tsumiki was an absolute sweetheart, and Megumi...well he's a bit closed off and rude. You understand though considering his situation. Despite his coldness you were still fond of the boy and always tried to respect his boundaries, which he seems to appreciate. He never really joined in on fun things with you guys, but he did tonight and he sat right next to you with Tsumiki on his other side. You were happy that he decided to play, and that he was having fun. Even if most of his enjoyment came from ticking off Gojo.

"We're not targeting you. You just happen to be in the places we need to go." Geto said with a smile. Megumi nodded while Tsumiki finished laughing.

"Wh- Not true! (Name) kicked me back to start when he could've kicked you instead! You were ahead of me!" He exclaimed, arms waving around as he spoke. It made both Tsumiki and Megumi giggle.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You say as you grab a card from the deck. Gojo looked at you with his mouth open before he started pouting again. You felt something poke your arm as Shoko went and immediately knew it was Megumi asking for another cookie. The boy isn't talkative and is, again, closed off. So instead of asking you for a cookie he just pokes you. Tsumiki gently tried to get him to say 'please' and 'thank you', but you assured her that it was okay. You leaned over to the plate of cookies between Shoko and Geto and handed one to Megumi.

"Hey don't reward him!" Gojo said as Megumi munched on the cookie.

You laughed, "I'm not rewarding him he's just eating." Megumi nodded, the mischievous grin returning to his face as he stared at Gojo. Gojo stuck his tongue out at him and crossed his arms, making you roll your eyes.

A few more rounds went by before it was time for the kids to go to bed. Gojo made sure they brushed their teeth and then turned the light in their room off before gently closing the door.

"Damn, it's already 10?" Shoko yawned as she looked at the clock on the TV stand.

"It's not even that late." Gojo said as he sat back down.

"Yes, but we were doing fun things all day. I'm beat." She replied as she stretched her arms. Geto yawned as she did and nodded.

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna go home." He said as he stood up. Everyone stood up after him and walked toward the front door.

"Can't believe you guys are leaving so early. Can't you stay (Name)? Pleaaassee?" Gojo pleaded, a puppy dog look in his eyes.

"Yeah yeah i'll stay for a bit longer." You said with a smile. Gojo gave you a big hug and started babbling about how you're his real friend. Geto laughed while Shoko rolled her eyes and waved goodbye. You both waved back before shutting the front door softly. Gojo stretched as he walked back to the living room and plopped onto the couch. You followed him, but instead went to clean up everything on the floor.

"Awww are you cleaning up for me (Name)? Are you my new little maid?" He teased, rolling onto his stomach and resting his head on his hands while his feet kicked in the air. You gave him a look as you stood up and went to the kitchen to put the snacks away. You heard Gojo get off the couch and follow you into the kitchen. He took the plates of snacks out of your hands before grabbing the proper packaging for them so he can put them away. You looked at him a little shocked since Gojo usually isn't one to willingly do chores when someone else is already doing them. You smiled at him softly before going back to the living room to clean up the board game. Your heart raced at that kind but unusual gesture.

Yes. You have a crush on him. A huge crush on him. One that hasn't gone away since it developed 3 years ago. Hell, you might as well call it love at this point. Despite your feelings being so strong, you knew how to keep your cool around him. It took some practice and embarrassing moments, but you've got it down. That didn't mean you weren't nervous about being alone with him though. Although you seemed calm, your palms were sweaty and your body felt hot.

Once you were finished putting the game away you sat on the couch next to Gojo who had already finished with the snacks. You both sat in silence for a little bit and just enjoyed each others company. It was so silent, and your heart was thumping so loudly you were scared he could hear it. Thankfully, he broke the silence.

"Megumi seems to like you." He said, looking up at the ceiling with a grin.

"Really, you think?" You smiled, turning your head to look at him.

"Yeah. The kid won't even touch me, but he kept poking you for cookies." You giggled at that response and felt butterflies in your stomach. You didn't realize he had been paying such close attention to you two.

"Just give it time. He'll end up liking you soon." You said softly. He turned his head to look at you, his grin not as wide anymore, but still there.

"I hope so! I'd be pretty sad if he didn't." He said while laying his head back onto his hands and closing his eyes.

"He definitely will. You're too stubborn to let it go." You laughed. There was a comfortable silence for a few seconds before you took a deep breath and broke it again. "You know, I think it's really kind of you to take in those kids, especially while you're so young. Megumi may not like you now but he definitely will once he sees how much you truly care about him and his sister. I can tell you care about them a lot. You may not act so outwardly nice, but you are very nice. You took in kids that needed a home, you helped Geto when he was in a dark place. You're a good person. I think you're awesome Gojo-" You stopped talking when you turned your head and saw him staring at you wide eyed. His glasses were pushed up onto his head so his beautiful blue eyes felt as though they were looking into your soul. Your eyes went wide as well, and you stuttered a bit as you tried to fix it. You thought he was going to start laughing or start bragging about how he knows he's awesome, but instead he pulled you in for a deep kiss. Your eyes got even wider as your mind shut down. Was Gojo Satoru kissing you right now?

You could feel him pulling away since you weren't responding, which made you snap out of it and pull him back in. His lips were soft. So soft, and they tasted sweet like the candy he ate earlier. This felt better than you ever could have imagined. He kept pressing into you, making you lay back into the corner of the couch while he's practically on top of you. You both couldn't stop kissing each other. Heavy sighs and the sound of fabric rustling was all the filled the living room as you both tried to get comfortable and roam each others bodies. Gojo's right hand went to your hair, while the other rested on your hip. Your hands traveled up his body and you rested your arms around his neck. You never wanted this to end. You never wanted this gorgeous man to stop kissing you. It felt so hot, so right. Sadly, life wasn't that kind and he pulled away from you.

Gojo hovered over you, looking down at you with confusion, want, and desire. He moved back a bit to sit and you moved to sit up. You both just stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. You decided to take the leap, and started first.

"Gojo..I...I really like you. I've liked you for years. Fuck I might even be in love with you. Shit i'm coming on too strong aren't I? I-"

"Really?" Gojo cut you off before you could finish. You looked at him with surprise, wondering how the confident, cocky Gojo could really be doubting this. You nodded and moved to get into a more comfortable position on the couch. Right as you sat down, Gojo pulled you over to him. You were leaning against him as you looked up at him with surprise.

"I love you too." He whispered before kissing you again. The kiss started off deep and romantic before quickly becoming hot and heavy. Your hair was a mess as Gojo got up from the couch and pulled you up with him, still kissing you. He stumbled a bit as he led you to his room. He closed the door and pushed you against it, locking it without you even noticing, before walking you over to his bed and laying you down on it. His hand went to the bottom of your sweater and he pulled away, looking straight into your eyes.

"Tell me you want this." He whispered breathlessly.

"I do, I do Gojo I swea-"

"Satoru." He corrected in an almost demanding tone. Your heart skipped a beat. He wanted you to use his first name.

"I do...Satoru I do-" This time you were cut off with another kiss. His cold hands ran up your stomach and sides, making you shiver under him. His lips kissed down to your neck before moving to your stomach. He kissed up and stopped at your nipples, taking one into his mouth. You whined quietly and gripped his shirt, pulling up so he'd take it off. He quickly took his shirt off and your sweater.

"You're so handsome baby." He whispered in your ear before kissing and sucking at your throat. While his mouth was on your neck, his hands moved down to your pants and unbuttoned them. You felt his thumbs hook under the waistband and pull them down, leaving you in your underwear. Satoru pulled away and looked at you again, smirking when he sees the wet patch on your briefs.

"So wet already baby? I've barely touched you." He teased as he pulled down your underwear, chuckling at how flushed you are. His breath hitches once he sees your cunt. He can feel his cock throb in his underwear as he takes in the puffy, slick folds of your pussy. You tried to close your legs when you started feeling self conscious because of his staring, but he pulled them apart before they could close.

"No no baby let me see you. Fuck you're so hot. You look good enough to eat." His grip tightened on your leg and you hid your face behind your arms. His words were embarrassing but made you so so hot. You never felt more beautiful, appreciated, and turned on in your life. Satoru looks up at you like he has an idea. "Would you like me to.." He trails off, but you know what he's offering. You shook your head and spoke up.

"N-No. I really want you inside me Satoru please." You whimpered as your back slightly arched. He stared and nodded as he pulled off his pants and underwear. You looked down when he pulled them fully off. His dick was big. Long and thick, perfectly suiting a man like him. Your hole clenched around nothing and you whined. Satoru shushed you gently before rubbing two fingers between your folds, getting them lubed up so he can prep you. Your hips twitched at his touch and you sighed, looking up at him. You couldn't believe this was real. You couldn't believe that Satoru, the man you've been in love with for years feels the same about you. He thinks you're handsome. He kissed you. And now he's touching you, fingers pressing against your hole. You guys are about to have sex. You were going to have sex with him. Holy shit.

Your thoughts were interrupted by two of Satoru's fingers pushing into your pussy. You gasped and almost let out a loud whine, but Satoru covered your mouth with his left hand. "Shh shh baby you gotta be quiet okay? Don't wanna wake the kids up." He whispered, sticking two fingers into your mouth as he spoke. You clenched around him and whimpered. 'Don't wanna wake the kids up.' Fuck he makes it sound like you guys are married and they're yours, and you really enjoyed that for some reason.

Satoru could tell obviously, because he felt you clench around his fingers. He chuckled at your reaction and started moving his fingers into and out of you. "Did you like that? Do you like me so much you want them to be your kids too? Hm? Do you want to be their other dad? Want us to be their parents together?" You wished he would shut up. You felt so embarrassed by enjoying the thought of you both being together, being parents together. Not in that way, but just in a 'oh my god i love this man so much marry me and lets be a family' kind of way.

His fingers muffled a whine as his other fingers pulled out of you, finally finished with prepping you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and placed it on the bed to hold him up. His other hand rubbed your slick all over his dick. "I'm gonna put it in, okay? You gonna be a good boy and stay quiet, (Name)?"

The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. You nodded as you looked up at him and felt the head of his cock enter you. You gasped and clutched the sheets, trying your hardest to stay quiet as he fills you. You only let out a few soft whimpers as he continues to push into you and he whispers how good you're doing until he's fully inside.

Minutes go by as you adjust to his size and Satoru makes sure to pamper you with soft kisses and whispers in your ear. After a bit, you feel comfortable enough for him to move and tell him to do so. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, wanting to let you get used to it before going any faster or harder. You sighed heavily each time he thrusted into you since you couldn't be loud. However, it was getting harder and harder to hold back your voice with each thrust. Especially when he sped up. You couldn't help but moan softly at the new pace. You felt like you were going to explode if you didn't make a little noise. You had never felt so good in your life. Sure you've touched yourself, but nothing compares to the man you love losing himself in your pussy as he fucks you.

As things got harder, faster, Satoru had to cover your mouth with his hand. He was currently thrusting deep inside you as fast as he could since you both were so close. "You feel so good (Name). F-Fuck i'm gonna cum. I know you're close baby c'mon cum with me." He groaned. Your nails scratched at his back as you came around him. He cursed at how tight you got before pulling out and cumming on your lower stomach, the fluid running down to your twitching cunt. Satoru laid beside you and moved your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. He placed gentle and loving kisses all over your face as you calmed down and asked if you were alright. You nodded and he went to get some water and a cloth to clean you up.

It was around 2AM when you guys were clean and dressed, snuggled together in Satoru's bed. He held you close as you were pressed against his chest. His hand brushed through your hair as you both stared at each other, eyes full of love and adoration.

"I love you (Name)."

"I love you too Satoru." You kissed him gently and smiled at him.

"Who knew innocent (Name) would be so needy and loud! Especially when I- hey!" You hit his arm before he could bring up the embarrassing domestic fantasy moment and turned away from him.

"No no no wait- (Name) c'moooonnn look at me!"

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JJK is taking over my brain. It's been really easy writing this one and the Sukuna one! Both were done in a day. I'm happy I have some of my motivation back!

It is pretty late when i'm posting this so i'm sorry for any errors. I'll try to go back and fix them later. Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! <3

[returnofeternity]

Hi could you maybe do a Lottie Matthew’s x female reader pre crash just thoughts about Lottie dating a shy reader possibly having to teach them how to kiss and stuff like that ty !

i don't write precrash tl, sorry! i did postcrash but hopefully you still like it :-)

thinking about meeting her in switzerland and you guys end up dating.

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you're both quiet but you're shy shy. you could barely get out a few words without stuttering the first few times you talked to her. she probably tried to give you tips on how to stop stuttering too but you kept doing it because of ur massive crush on her. she tries to get you to come out of your shell, prolly pushes you a little, but you appreciate it. and lottie who never suspects that it's her that's making you so shy because she doesn't think it's possible that someone likes her..

'dates' around the facility 😭 taking your guys' lunch to the rec room, and eating at a table, pretending it's a lavish dinner date. going outside and awkwardly holding hands for the first time, just talking about life and what you'd do if you weren't in here. walking back to your room together and she doesn't know if she should kiss ur cheek even tho you're about to walk in together lmfao. or it'd be cuter if you weren't roommates and she just happened to become attached to you after seeing you in the hall one day. which makes me think of being shy and not really liking that much pda, and lottie who tries to hold back on the affection when your roommate is there when she drops you off. just a lottt of her thumb gently rubbing your hand or arm while she tells you goodbye and that she'll meet you in the breakroom tomorrow for your secret date.

when your relationship starts to get more serious, you start to get more nervous and way more shy around her because you Know the kiss is coming. you haven't kissed anyone yet and you're scared you're gonna embarrass yourself. maybe a little controversial, but i feel like lottie hasn't been in a relationship or kissed anyone either... but for the sake of the thought, let's say she's experienced.

she kisses you first and is so worried when you don't reciprocate 😭 she starts asking if she did something wrong or if you didn't want it but you're too shy and flustered to speak which makes her even more anxious lmfao. thinking of lottie who follows your head when you lower your chin in embarrassment if that makes sense i just think that'd be so cute and such a lottie thing. she whispers and gets close because she knows you mumble when you get all shy like that, and she rubs your knee comfortingly and tries to get you to open up.

so relieved when you tell her you just don't know how to kiss instead of not liking it 😭 and so understanding. cutely asks if you would like to practice with her and gives you the biggest smile when you agree. facing each other and leaning in close, lottie nodding and mumbling for you to make the first move. she reassures you and tells you that you'll get used to it. feeling her smile into the kiss when you make a little noise in the back of your throat and getting embarrassed but she just cups your cheek and pulls you in closer.

she gets you SO flustered and you have to use the rest of your brain power to keep kissing her when she mumbles "you're doing so good" into your lips. she keeps giving you tips and squeezes your chin to remind you when you take too long to do it. she stops it just as it starts to get heated and tells you she'll teach you how to use tongue next time.

kissing her constantly after that. for practice of course :)! she makes sure to mention how good you're getting at it and most definitely teaches you where to put your hands as things get more and more serious and heated with her.