#he deserves to roam free since the begining. since the first time he came back from the dead

[elisastales]

I’VE BEEN THINKING THIS FOR DAYS

This isnt talked about enough but there is seriously something very evil in the fact that they sent theo to hell. Like i know it made him a better person and xyz but seriously… peter tried to kill scott TWICE and they never really did anything about it afterwards but they sent theo to hell with the fullest intent of leaving him there. Idk if its just cause hes my favorite character but there’s something so sinister in that idk….

[xpeachesncream]

first position | one shot

summary: your bestfriend’s ex ain’t shit, especially if he’s never made her orgasm. (based on this ask)

pairing: jungkook x reader x reader’s bestfriend

genre: (18+) college au | smut

words: 2.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, pussy smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, slightly rough sex

note: drew some inspiration from lani’s ��first position” song (linked above); please know that this is an entirely new level of smut for me so i apologize if shit sounds kind of off. super unfamiliar with threesome scenes, but i did my best to read up on actual accounts to see what people describe it to be like ahaha ALSO - wips are updated, feel free to see what my messy brain is working up nowadays lol enjoy ya’ll 🤓 this goes out to you, anon! i tried! lol

"Baby, open up!" Jungkook says, knocking on your door. You stumble a bit, laughing with your bestfriend. You both had been drinking wine all night and shared a blunt together before calling your boyfriend, whining for some food.

"Gookieeee." You giggle as you open the door and throw your arms around his neck. He pulls back to kiss you on the lips before helping himself inside and tossing off his shoes.

"Jungkook! The savior!" Your bestfriend says as he sets the food down onto the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank me later. I'd rather grab the food then let you two drunkies head out like this."

"We aren't drunk, silly."

"Okay." He chuckles as he plops onto the couch, manspreading as he flips the channel on your tv to the Warriors vs. Pacers basketball game. "That's more I like it."

"Excuse me." You say as you shove fries into your mouth, your bestfriend devouring her burger next to you in the kitchen. "You're getting comfortable."

"Mhm, I sure am."

"Babe, it's a girl's night."

"Mm no, it's no longer a girl's night after my babygirl asks me to leave the comfort of my bed just to bring her food."

"Sorry to interrupt your jacking off session."

"Yeah, exactly." He says. "What'd you guys drink tonight?"

"Wine, wine and more wine. Smoked a blunt too." He laughs.

"Time of your lives, ey?"

"Lana just got dumped by that ungrateful dumbass, of course I gotta treat her."

"Hey, for what it's worth Lana - Namjoon didn't deserve you." He looks at your bestfriend, sympathy poking through his facial expression. Lana and Namjoon had been dating on and off for almost 2.5 years until that stupid ass decided he wanted to cheat and pursue other women like he had it like that. He for sure didn't though. He couldn't even make Lana cum properly. At all, even.

"Yeah, he didn't even know how to make you cum." Jungkook's eyes widened.

"The fuck?" He chuckled. "Really? After all these years?"

"Um, yeah. I guess that's just how he gets down." She says shyly. She was so innocent, being that she hadn't really been in a relationship besides with Namjoon. She hadn't explored much being that he was so narrow minded and she did a lot to keep him happy in the relationship.

"So.. would you like, fake it?" Jungkook asks, curiosity in his eyes.

"No, she wouldn't even get there babe!"

"Huh?" He's utterly confused and he's not even trying to hide it.

"He would like, you know, do it until he came then that was it."

"Huh." He nods. "He wouldn't even try? Interesting." Kook says, making you laugh. "I make Y/N cum at least 5 times a day."

"Shut the fuck up, boy. No you don't." You throw a fry at him.

"Boohoo, okay. It's like 3 at the very least. I could make her cum more but she's always crying for me to stop cause she can't take it." You raise your middle finger at your boyfriend.

"H-how does it feel?"

"To cum?" Kook asks.

"Euphoric. Like no other." You respond. Jungkook looks at you, then back at her, a little turned on by the conversation. Lana was pretty, and she definitely deserved better as both you and Kook stated. She was innocent at best, but you knew she was curious.

"I wish I knew." She says, sipping on more wine, making a bright idea pop into your head.

"Hey." You lightly squeeze her side. "I have an idea, but it's totally okay if you don't wanna go with it. I don't wanna make you do something you aren't comfortable with."

"Hm?" She hums as she watches you give Jungkook a small smirk that he returns. He honestly doesn't know what your crazy ass is thinking about, but whatever it is, he's down. He always is, and that's what he loved about you - you were always down, and you taught him that. Life's too fucking short.

"Let's put you on." You say nodding to the room. "Let me and Kook show you what it's like." Jungkook almost chokes on his water.

"I-I— like a threesome? I don't know, I'm not that experienced, I wouldn't—"

"Girl, we'll guide you through it."

"But Jungkook, he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"And that's not gonna change. He's down, trust me. Look at his stupidly cute face." You both turn to him, his doe eyes wide with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Seriously though, Lana. If you aren't comfortable—" Jungkook chimes in, reassuring her.

"I'm down." She spits out and nods. "I'm down. Let's do it. As long as things don't change between us."

"It won't, I promise, okay?" You grab her hand and lead her to your room.

"Oh shit." Jungkook says, throwing the remote aside to catch you two. He walks in and stops at the door frame, watching you two sit on your bed. Honestly, he was down but he was also still feeling a little concerned about how this would go down. Of course, he was the only sober one here, you two being crossfaded almost out of your minds and more relaxed than he was. He didn't really have an issue though. As long as nothing changed between you, Lana and himself, then things would be fine. Especially between Lana and you. You had been bestfriends since college started.

He didn't think it would though, so fuck it.

"Just, follow along. Okay? If you're ever uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say so."

"Say ex or something weird." Jungkook spits out.

"Um, okay." You sit up on your knees as she leans back into your pillows, and gently start feeling up her arms.

"Relax, Lana." You say at a whisper, your lips about to fall onto hers. She takes the kiss as it builds up slowly. You feel her ease up, her arms climbing up yours as her tongue begins to explore and fight yours for dominance.

"Jeeeeesus fucking christ." Jungkook says, swiping his hand down his face as he continues to watch you and Lana tongue each other down. He felt himself getting harder by the minute, watching as the sound of sloppy, wet kisses began to fill the room and your shirts began to fly off. You pull away for a second to look back at him and signal for him to come over, his baggy long sleeve immediately coming off as he climbs onto the bed. You direct Lana to release your bra as you with hers. You're practically straddling her at this point, Jungkook's hands now roaming up your body. His hand grips your neck as he tilts it back, laying kisses along your jaw before nibbling your earlobe. You let out a breathy moan, your hips grinding against Lana's, causing her to bite her lip and let out a small moan as your hands begin to feel up on her breasts.

"Lay back." You say softly, Lana silently following the order. You begin to take off her leggings, throwing them across your room as Kook is gently laying kisses down your back. "Behind me, babe." You give him a quick look with Jungkook fully understanding the request. He steps off the bed, giving you space to lower yourself onto Lana's clothed clit. You press your lips against it while Jungkook is wrestling to take off your sweats and toss them aside, his fingers already getting busy with rubbing your clothed pussy as he tries to work with it from behind you and off the bed. Lana lets out a moan as she watches you closely, your finger hooking her panties to the side and your tongue giving her pussy a good swipe up. She trembles a bit with the contact, but settles quickly as you begin to work your mouth against her folds, then back up to her clit.

"Ohhhh shit. He's never done it like that." Lana says as she lets out a few breaths. You moan against her clit as Jungkook is now pumping his digits in and out of you quickly, his tongue continuously teasing, tip penetrating your entrance whenever his digits aren't doing the work. Lana's hips begin to buck upwards and grind onto your tongue, fucking her pussy more and more into this unfamiliar pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh my god! I don't know if I can do this." She whines as she grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. You nod, signaling for her to let go as your tongue is now teasing her clit, working in up and down motions.

"Fuck, Kook!" You manage to spit out. You're so fucking turned on by the sight in your bedroom right now, and you have no idea if it's because you're pretty crossfaded, but this shit was pretty and all you wanted to do was feel good and make your bestfriend feel good. After all, she deserves to feel it once in her lifetime and if Namjoon wasn't gonna do that shit, then you'd gladly be the one to let her experience it.

"Cum for me, baby." He says as he quickly pulls back to give your pussy a good smack before he latches on again. "Let me feel it." The words alone, along with your moaning into Lana's clit, sends her over, her body trembling graciously in your grip.

"Fuck! What the fuck!" She screams, whining moans leaving her mouth quickly afterwards. You soon let yourself go, detaching yourself from her clit, your body trembling on all fours with Jungkook rubbing your clit like there's no tomorrow. The pain quickly turns into more pleasure, you crashing your body ontop of Lana's as you both try to regulate your breathing and come back down from your highs. Jungkook is hard as a fucking rock seeing the both of you completely fucked out already, especially you having done work on Lana at the same time as he pleased you.

"What do I do next?" You look at her as you finally gain the energy to raise your body a bit, shaking your head.

"Stay. Kook, get in her first." Jungkook is already unwrapping the first condom and sliding it down his dick.

"You both okay?" He manages to ask, Lana simply giving him a nod as he warns her with a tap of his reddened tip against her folds. "I'll take it slow. You just let me know what you want." You smirk down at her.

"Use him, Lana."

"W-what?" Her back slightly arches as her eyes roll to the back of her head feeling Jungkook fill her up. Although she had agreed to it, she didn't think her first fuck out of a relationship was gonna be with you and your boyfriend. Let alone did she ever think Jungkook would be penetrating her the way he was right now.

But fuck it. There's a first for everything.

"Use him." You repeat as you situate yourself on top of her, your lips landing back on hers with Jungkook's hand in your hair. "Tell him what you want to make you cum again."

"F-faster." She spits out in between kisses. Jungkook obeys, his thrusts now becoming quicker.

"Shit, dude." He says, his head tilting back in pleasure. "This is so fucking hot." You lower yourself a bit, your mouth latching onto her nipples one by one. You tease her a bit, your tongue flicking in and around her hardened bud, smirking into it when you hear her let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, yes. Please. Just like that." She begs. "Rougher please." You pull back on her nipple with a pop, lightly blowing air onto it as Jungkook begins to sloppily ram into her pussy. Caressing her skin, you can feel the goosebumps radiating throughout her body before you lower yourself back down onto her other nipple and repeat the process.

"Cum, Lana." Jungkook groans. "Cum all over this dick. It's your playing field right now." You smirk as your tongue continues to tease her nipple, her moans getting louder the more he hammers into her.

"Cum, babe." You say as you hop off and reach down to rub her clit. With just a few rubs, she's hurdling over the edge, her body trembling once more as she yells.

"Holy fuck! Ugghhhhhffffgod." Her breathing hitching as the aftershocks ripple through her.

"On your knees, babygirl." Jungkook orders you to get on your fours while switching out the condom to a new one, Lana slowly slipping out from under you to get on her fours and face you. Jungkook doesn't waste any time, roughly inserting himself into you and filling you up until he bottoms out. He feels a little more comfortable, knowing he can roughhouse the fuck out of you more than he could with Lana, so he begins to hammer into you and tug onto your hair at the same time.

"Jungkook, fuck." You moan, his large hand smacking your ass as he quickens his pace. Lana's now planting kisses along your neck while Jungkook holds you steady with your hair, her hands roaming around your breasts and giving them a good, gentle squeeze.

"Shit, I-I'm gonna cum soon." He says, biting his bottom lip. "Cum with me baby." He moans. Lana's hand travels down to your clit, copying what she's learned from you by rubbing it in circular motions.

"Ohhhhhhgod, yes!" You moan, but aren't able to release any other noise afterwards. You continue to whine as the loud, lewd noises of skin against skin continue filling the room. Sooner or later, you feel yourself unraveling, Jungkook's nails digging deep into your hips while Lana continues to rub your clit gently to help you ride out your high. "Oh my fucking god." You say as you try to regulate your breathing. Lana immediately throws her panties and her clothes back on, feeling shy with Jungkook being in the room.

"How'd that feel?" He says, throwing on his clothes while handing you yours. You look at her and smirk, licking your bottom lip.

"Good, I hope." Lana chuckles.

"Fucking amazing."

"Maybe we should do this more often."

"Baby, wait." Jungkook laughs. "You're fucking wild."

"She is, isn't she?" Lana rolls her eyes playfully.

"Hey, at least we gave you the ride of your life." You all make your way out of the room to get a little air and step away from the post sex-smelling room. "Next time I see Namjoon, I'll let him know what you look like when you cum." 

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Last legacy MC leading the remaining star sworn to live for hope. And old fic idea I had in my drafts I edited just now. Rime and elowen deserve attention as the baddest villains alive for better or for worse!!

A burst of black flames blazed past my head hitting the sealed crystallized door frame. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the darkened labyrinth, of where time and space froze to "The Lord of Shadows" free will. No matter how hard I resisted in the end the final outcome was surviving in his endless nightmares he created into reality. Wretched skellingtons Felix resurrected roamed Mournfall's soil as the three Starsworn had slowly lost to their inner demons. The first time I saw the poster I brushed it off but it stuck in my curious mindset. Waiting for this agnozing, painful ending to swallow myself whole with this magical world scorching up above the dreams and hope the star sworn strived to obtain. To be selfish for once in our lives we would experience together as a found family. 

(How could I lead them into corruption for my selfish desire to go home? What type of person does this?...... I am a sinister person.) 

BOOM!! 

Clack!?

 Elowen stopped kicking at the door just to start demolishing it with broken rubble. When she keeps doing it Rime rushes her in an instant. Grabbing her wrist she tries to fight back, "Get the-Fuck….OFF…. me!!"

"You think you're the only one trapped here! Stop thrashing about before you hit something to cave us in more ...nobody gets in nobody gets out." He releases her slowly as she hisses under her breath. 

"This is all your fault, you dreadful undead deer-!!", the ever so chilled elowen shrieks between choked sobs. 

Startling his psycho-manic laughter ricochets off the jagged walls, his tries burning into his gloved bloody hands. "Yeah, I am a monster. However…. What the FUCK is your excuse?! If it wasn't for "dying for my ex" I could be off somewhere eating fondue with….my old friends." He doesn't budge to glance at me when I somely stand up battered and wounded. We stand there in hush silence not daring to sever it. 

Sadly, I can't help but run my mouth, "Loath my existence all you want... I get it." I breath in the undead ashes falling all around from the fight above us in Mournfall.

No, you don't get to take the burden I should have -, he cuts me off as he sneers into the abyss but then he swallows a groan. 

"No Rime. I can only imagine why you both came after me for what you both so desired at the beginning. You "Elowen" sought revenge for a life that wasn't only taken from this hateful world, but told you himself, he cherished you and his legacy. He didn't deserve to die like that. I turn to rime with tears in my eyes, "Neither did you. Both their gazes on me I wallow, "Nor did either of you have to bear the burden of losing someone you cared so much in life or death." 

Her beaten body collapses to the floor, the most vulnerable sight I've seen of her since she last talked of her brother's death. Unlike rime who stiffens with a dreadful expression no one else will witness but myself.

"And everyone we believed in is up there fighting a war that was ours to begin with. And yet, here we are fighting an endless quarrel down here with he did, she did, they did….Shit!", I glare at my broken reflection in a cesspool filled with utter regret and sorrow below my soaked toes. 

"I am sorry that I got in the way of releasing each of your wrath. Your only way of bonding with others is to fight and survive now."

"But… Rime I am not sorry, I came into either of your lives", I lift my head seeing them stare at me with utter shock or distress. (I'm done biting my tongue!) "I will always hate living in a world with struggles and regret. No one is perfect, good, nor bad in this situation we're in right now. Especially, I dislike both of you trying to give up on yourselves when our friends need us more than ever!!"

"Even still I "can not" help all at the same time even with the training I worked so hard to improve to stop being a burden on everyone", I breathed, a sigh of relief I kept hidden all this time. 

More tears start to well up as my chest heaves with this unwanted pain I held all this time. "I wanted everyone around me to feel like they could count on me. The pain I felt of being useless never wavered. It never let up, until I met everyone here in Astrea. All I did was smile for everyone but myself. And you each saw right through me before I noticed. I loathed myself for it."

"I-.....

"So what!" 

"You want pitiness!?", Elowen snarls at me with sullen eyes where she had been silently wallowing. "Whatever the reason you came here for was not a MISTAKE. You say you won't pity us, except you want us to look down on you after forgiving us day by day. Don't stand there trying to give a pep talk when you need it more than anyone!!!", she chokes on her words as if she cut her vocal cords. 

"That's not what I…

"She's right."

 (!?) 

My eyes burn with the tears dripping down my heated face. Rime only seems to be looking straight through me as if I weren't even there in front of him. He starts to walk over as he leans down to lock eyes with mine. Holding my breath I observe every white freckle exhibited with anxiety and regret written across his furrowed face. 

The hitch of my breath doesn't help but spook me as his right hand clutches my shoulder. Tightening his grip I can hardly catch my next breath of air as I stare into his blood-shot eyes. Sulking, he reels me into his scarred chest to stroke my head.

"Redemption is a joke", he pouts. 

"There is still a chance…!", I mumble with a somber tone.

"So sure of your words and actions. Never a dull moment with you", his breathe soothes my shaking nerves. "You cease to surprise me...which is irritating in some cases."

Shrieking into the dark, "We can still fix our mess!"

"Mc, please do possess a little common sense left within your flimsy body."

"I do. Thanks for asking."

"Jokes with you... always." 

"And yandere vibes with you!", I stare him down squinting as the echoes of our voices dull out. "An ex-stars sworn leader and a berserker are what will help distract our common enemy long enough to gain the others attention. I have a shitty plan; I just need a distraction to be able to get to higher ground. From what I recall Anisa is fighting skeleingtons. Felix is brewing another storm of the undead while sage…. Is a huge ass dragon-beast." 

"We are going up there to not fix the mess we made. We are going to fight our friends to knock some sense back into them. That white jackass- lord of shadows will not win. Preferably, we'll fight till our final breath, known as the people who shattered the world. Or stay here as monster's, as countless lives are taken by our friends who deserve a happily ever after!"

Heat spills from my body as I stride past both of them. I focus upon finding my magic as I feel a hand touch my back. A source of energy flows within me as my veins begin to glow with essence. Swiveling behind me I see Rime beating his wicked smile upon me as he lends me his magic. Or rather our shared relic. 

"Do you think I let you have all the glory, darling?" He tilts his head down to bump his forehead against my lovestruck expression.

"Ha, ...you look like a drooling mess, Mc!", he laughs with utter passion.

I turn away with a flush of color as I focus on unbinding the wards. Elowen walks up ahead of us head held high with determination as her tail sways. Her fluffy ears twitch slightly as she grabs my shoulder, not even bothering to look at me. I can't help but smile a devious smile as the wards begin to shatter from the astrolabe. Invisible chains falling to the stone floor with thunderous sounds. And all I can think is that I want to live with regret than die with it. For merely, just a second if possible, I would prevail with or without regret to hold my found family once more.

P.S.: Still open for requests. Working on more last legacy fics. Don't really like this one fic but any content is better than none unlike.....someone.

[bibbidibobbidibucky]

cleaning up | b.b

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N helps Bucky get clean after a long mission and pampers him.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Mentions of past sexy times and honestly I think that is about it.  The rest is just pure sweet fluffy fluff.

A/N:  So the new episode got me feeling all kinds of ways so here we are lol. Excuse me for poor editing! 😂 Feedback is always appreciated and I hope you all enjoy! 

It was half past ten when you got a text as you settled into bed.

Bucky: Finally on the way home. Meet me at the tower?

Y/N: Of course! ITA?

Bucky: About an hour.

Y/N: I’ll get dressed and head over there now! Can’t wait to see you. 💕

Bucky: Can’t wait to see you too beautiful.

You didn’t waste any time getting dressed and headed straight to the tower. It had been a long three weeks without seeing Bucky and you couldn’t wait to just be able to hold him, to kiss him.

Once you arrived you headed to Bucky’s room to begin the little ritual the two of you had since your early days of dating. After he got back from missions you would join him in taking a long hot bath together. It was a way to reconnect and to just be close.  After the first time it soon became a favorite of Bucky’s. He loves how attentive you are with him, how he could feel your love from a simple touch.  It helped wash away all the memories of the mission and made him focus on what was important and right in front of him, you.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes and the rest of the team have landed.”

“Thank you Friday.”  You still weren’t used to the AI system and didn’t know if you ever would be.  

By the time the water was done filling the tub you heard Bucky call out your name as he entered his room.  Your heart fluttered and you smiled wide as he came into view.  

“Hey you.”  You giggled as he picked you up and spun you around as you embraced.  God had you missed him.  No matter how many times you were apart it never got easier but it made the reunions all the more spectacular.

“Gah I missed you doll.  Missed my best girl.”  He buried his face in your neck as he inhaled your perfume.  That smell always reminded him that he was home and was in the arms of the woman he loved.

When you pulled away you couldn’t help but just smile up at him.  Your eyes roamed that beautiful face and took in all of its features.  From the little freckles that adorned his skin like stars to those grey ocean eyes you could spend forever in.  

Then those lips met yours and the whole world melted away.  Kissing Bucky always had that kind of affect on you and you hoped that that never changed.  You missed those lips the past few weeks and you made a mental note to get as many kisses as you could before he left on his next mission.

“Come on.  We don’t that water getting cold like last time do we?” You could help but tease him as you thought back to the last time you did this.

It was two months ago and in the midst of helping Bucky undress the two of you ended up making love against the bathroom counter, twice.

Bucky smirked as you started to undress him and could tell you were thinking about last time.  He was tempted just to take you against the counter again.  Hell, if you asked him he wouldn’t even hesitate.

“Wasn’t my fault last time I told you.  You knew what you were doing with those wandering hands doll.”  He chuckled and placed a gentle kiss to your temple.

You bit your lip and smiled as you let his tactical gear hit the floor.  He wasn’t wrong.

“Get your cute butt in the water.”

“Yes Ma’am.”  He winked and smirked before moving over to the tub.  

You watched him sink down into the water as you undressed and you could tell he was relaxing all ready from the soft sigh that escaped his lips.  He leaned his head back and sunk down into the warm water a little more before he closed his eyes.  Seeing him like this, at peace and safe, always made your heart happy.  God knows he deserved all the tranquility he could get.  He was missing his favorite thing about the post mission ritual though and that was you.

“Come on Y/N don’t make me enjoy this all alone.”

He reached his hand out and you took it as you slipped down in front of him.  He pulled your back into his chest and this was where the two of you just needed to be.  Safe and in each other's warm embrace.  

You laid your head back against his shoulder and turned your head to nuzzle your face a little into his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Missed you so much, Buck.”

He never got tired of you saying you missed him.  That someone as remarkable as you could miss and love someone like him.

“Missed you too sweetheart.  Missed you every single day.”  He kissed your head and pulled you closer.  

You eventually turned in his arms and smiled lovingly at him as you started to wash his hair.  Pampering him in any and every way after missions was important to you.  You told him time and time again that you just wanted to take care of him and to have him unwined as best he could.  

Your eyes scanned over his body and noticed a few cuts and bruises, nothing new.  He would always come back with some but this time there seemed to be fewer than usual and for that you were thankful.  

“You cut your hair.”

You lifted your head as you were pulled out of your thoughts and smiled a little.

“Just a trim.  Nothing too exciting.”

He just smiled and let you finish rinsing his hair.  He always noticed the tiniest things about you sometimes.  None of your old boyfriends ever noticed when you got a haircut or anything like that.

“Well I like it doll and you’re still the prettiest girl this old man has ever set eyes on.”

You laughed as you playfully splashed a little water at him before grabbing the wash cloth.

“Always the charmer.  You’re still gonna be pulling that when you’re 150?”

“Guess we’ll just have to see won’t we?”

You laughed again and took his vibranium arm in your hands.  You began washing it carefully, always sure to get every single inch of it.  It never ceased to amaze you.  You could say that about all of Wakand’s technology if you were being honest with yourself but this one was special because it was attached to the man you love.  So you always made a goal to take good care of it when washing him, just like any other part of him.

“You seem more at ease than you have in the past when you come home.  That mean everything went okay?”

You don’t tear your eyes away as you clean his arm and you feel Bucky’s free hand gently move along your thigh.  The simplest of touches and it sent chills along your body.

“It was definitely one of the easier ones we’ve been on recently. Can’t complain about that except that it kept me from you for almost a month.”

His right hand moved to cup your cheek and he caressed it gently with his thumb.  You leaned into his touch and sighed softly as you placed your hand over his.  You hated being away from each other for weeks on end but that was part of his job and you couldn’t ask him to stop that.

“How do you feel about taking a trip? Just you and me for a week somewhere.  We can go anywhere you want.”

Now that surprised you and you looked at him a little wide eyed.

“Really? Anywhere?”

You smiled wide and he nodded as he pulled you into his arms.  He pressed his lips gently to yours, kissing you soft and slow.  Emotion poured out of that kiss.  Telling you how much he loved you and so much more.

“Anywhere.”

Your heart fluttered and you pressed your lips back to his as you smiled into the kiss.  Soon the two of you would be somewhere where you could just bask in each other's presence.  That’s all you wanted and he was giving you that.

“How about we discuss a location as we get ready for bed?”

“Deal.”

fin.

[mrs-gucci]

Vending Machine Room-Kinda Lovin’ {Henry McHenry x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! it took me a little while, but I’ve finally come around to finding Henry McHenry attractive (and it’s here in full force!). thanks again to my good friend @safarigirlsp​ for feeding this newfound thirst. the concept of this fic is kind of inspired by that one scene in the Ted Bundy movie “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile” where they fuck in the vending machine room.

**now, I feel the need to say something before anyone reads this fic: yes, I’m aware that he most likely murders his wife (or a woman, we’re not 100% sure) in the plot of the movie. just because I wrote a fic about fucking him in jail or being in love with a murderer DOES NOT mean that I condone femicide (or fucking a murderer in general, for that matter). it’s fanFICTION and I’m free to write/create the stories I want. it’s also implied in this fic that he’s innocent, which is not meant to imply that he is or “let him off”, it’s just how it is in this story.

warnings: smut. some fluff. semi-public/public sex. implied bribery of prison guards. 

(possible) tw’s: prison. descriptions of prison.

SMUT under the CUT!

You look up when the visiting room doors open and your lover, Henry McHenry, is brought out in a belly chain and ankle cuffs. You smile as he sits down in front of you, trying to ignore the pang of sadness seeing him in chains.

“Hello, my love.” He says with a kind smile. “It’s good to see your beautiful face this morning.”

Your cheeks warm. “How are you doing in here?”

Henry sighs. “Better now that I’m allowed visitors. I’ll survive, as long as I know you’re by my side.”

“Oh Henry, I wish I could kiss you. I wish I could reach out and touch your handsome face.”

You say, sighing softly.

“I know, my love, I know. Soon, I promise.” He assures you. “I’m working on a little surprise for you, though. For next time you come to visit me.”

Your lips tug into a soft, genuine smile. Even here, when he has nothing, he still wants to treat you.

“You’re too kind, Henry.”

“Anything for you.” He says.

The bell suddenly rings, startling you. The guards come over and seize him, forcing him back through the doors. You can barely watch as they manhandle him like this; it always hurts you greatly to see him treated in such a way. 

“Until next time, my love.” He calls after you.

You smile.

“Until next time.”

-

It had been two weeks since you last went to visit Henry when a letter came in the mail. His cursive writing took you by great surprise, as he seems like one of the last people that’d write with such effortless technique.

My Love,

Come to the prison Thursday at 7pm. Your surprise will be waiting when you arrive.

Yours with love,

Henry

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest at this news. You’ve been wondering what Henry has in store for you ever since he brought it up, and finally, it was time to see what he’d been planning. 

The greatly awaited moment arrives the next evening. You rush to drop your stuff off from work and change into more flattering clothes before heading to the Los Angeles County Detention Center. 

A guard quickly pulls you aside when you enter, taking you to a room just off the vacant visitation center.

There, standing without any chains, is Henry. You rush to him, jumping up into his arms with a soft squeal of excitement. He catches you, immediately crashing his lips onto yours, pressing you up against the nearest wall.

“You’ve got ten minutes, McHenry.”

The guard says.

“Mmm, Henry.” You moan into his mouth.

His lips trail down to kiss at your neck, and your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting back to allow him better access.

“My love, you’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty.”

You’re overwhelmed, still in disbelief that this is really happening, that his hands are wrapped around your waist, that his lips are on your neck.

“I want to fuck you, to pleasure you. Will you let me?”

He whispers into your ear, pressing his crotch against you.

You look around, biting your lip and nodding.  “Please.”

Henry grins, carrying you to the back corner, pressing you up against the side of one of the vending machines. He sets you down and you quickly pull your pants down as he tugs his blue prison-issue jumpsuit down, exposing his undershirt and boxers. 

Your hand cups the bulge forming beneath the loose fabric and he groans, hips pushing forward into your hand.

“We only have ten minutes, my love. There will be time for this when I get out. For now, we have to be quick.”

He pulls the boxers down just enough to expose his length, which is already hard and standing proudly. You whine as he picks you up again and pushes you against the machine, pulling your panties to the side before lining up with your entrance.

His hips push forward, sheathing himself deeply inside you, a choked cry leaving his plush lips. 

“Oh, Y/N...christ.”

You gasp, gripping onto his biceps as his hands keep your thighs apart and his hips begin thrusting. Your head falls back against the vending machine as your back is moved up and down against the textured plastic surface with each of his forceful thrusts.

“My love, oh, my love.” He moans. “You feel amazing, so perfect for me.”

“H-Henry, god, I’ve missed having you like this.” You whisper.

A grunt escapes his lips. “Me too, my love, me t-too…”

His hands grip the creamy flesh of your thighs, spreading them even further apart as he begins to throb inside of you. He holds you just below the knees, lips working against yours with unbridled passion, hips pumping faster and faster. 

“It’s been s-so long, Y/N, I won’t last m-much longer. I’m sorry, y-you deserve better than this.”

“N-No.” You tug his hair gently, jaw slack as you pant heavily against his lips. “H-Henry...I have you, and that’s all t-that matters to me. I just w-want you.”

Henry smiles, kissing you again.

“Touch yourself, my love. I want y-you to cum around me first, before I fill your pretty little pussy.”

Your hand reaches down to tease the small bundle of nerves nestled in your folds, and at first contact, you gasp. Henry kisses at your slacked jaw while your head is tilted back, trying his very best to hold back, to wait for your orgasm before his.

But, as you grow closer, your walls clench and flutter around his length, making it more difficult for him to control himself. Control and impulse was already a difficult thing for Henry, but he was determined to hold out for you.

His efforts were rewarded when, a minute later, you were spasming all around him with a long, drawn out moan of his name...along with a few swears.

“Henry…fuck...yes...shit…!”

With your orgasm came his mere seconds later, burying himself fully into you before his ropes paint your insides. He lets out a series of grunts and growls as his hips false-thrust, stroking himself through his climax. 

After he’s finished, Henry lets a shaky, relieved exhale out against the skin of your neck. He pulls out slowly before gently setting you back down on the ground, supporting you when your knees tremble.

He wraps his arms around you, shoulders shaking with soft sobs as he holds you. “T...T-Thank you, my love. You a-are...amazing, incredible, absolutely p-perfect.”

“Oh Henry.” You feel tears begin to swell in your own eyes as your hands snake up to the back of his head, pulling him down closer.  “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

His tremors come to a stop relatively quickly, like he remembers the time restriction, and he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand as he pulls his boxers back up, then his jumpsuit. You follow his lead, pulling your pants back up over your hips.

The two of you spend the remaining few minutes kissing, tightly wound in each other’s embrace, hands roaming each other’s bodies. It’s been so long since Henry’s been able to touch you, and damnit, it feels good.

“Time’s up, McHenry.”

Suddenly, he’s ripped away from you, and you reach out for him one last time. His fingertips graze yours for a moment as he reaches out for you. 

“I promise, I’ll be out soon.” He says, giving you a small smile.

“Until next time, my love.”

You smile, bottom lip quivering as you fight the tears so desperately wanting to come out.

“Until next time.”

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Pull Me Like A Ripcord

Summary:

This story takes place immediately after the events of X-Men Apocalypse, where Peter decides against going back to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, despite seeking his father’s attention prior. This fic will just be growing and “mutating” as I write but promising lots of Dad/son angst, hurt/comfort etc.

Chapter 1: AfterEffects

As naïve as it was, Peter had hoped Erik would somehow realize he was his son, now that idea seemed cold and stupid. Why would Erik magically know who he was? He wasn’t Charles, a mind reader, and this wasn’t a fantasy kingdom where the orphan got his father in the end of the story.

Peter pulled his legs up to his chest, or at least he would have if he could have moved his shattered knee, the pain, coupled with the emotional turmoil of the long day sent him easily to tears. He wasn’t used to losing, he wasn’t used to being physically injured. The finale of the Egyptian battle had seen the x-men triumph, but Peter himself had lost…lost another chance to connect with Erik, if only he’d been able to get the better of the Immortal it might have impressed his father enough to take note of him, but instead if it hadn’t been for Raven’s distractions, the Beast’s strength and his own father’s shift in loyalties, he would have been just another victim in the note book of Apocalypse.

Peter drew a shaky breath, trying to force the events to wash over him, normally things didn’t bother him, but the last few months he’d changed, the others here at the school, or what was left of the school…he didn’t want to call them family but that’s what they felt like to him. It scared him and it was too much to hope for, he’d been disappointed to many times to open up like that. Which was why he’d told Beast to take him to a regular hospital in Cairo and he’d make his own way home once he was healed.

Beast had had his reservations about it, leaving the scrawny, pale kid who’d been with them since he’d saved literally everyone at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters seemed a shitty way to repay him, but he’d finally consented to it, only after Peter had gotten angry and started yelling.

He felt lonely now, in the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube in his nose and his injured leg casted and hoisted by a sling, a thousand miles from anyone he knew, but the pain was reminding him of his failures as one of the x-men and the isolation served to remind him why he didn’t bother with people, especially his father.

They always left. Or were never there to begin with.

He deserved this.

“You don’t deserve any of this, Peter.”

Peter jolted, startled for only a second by the gentle voice, there was only one person it could be, to know what precisely he was thinking. He hurriedly wiped tears off his face before Charles came any closer.

“I told Beast I was fine. I don’t want anyone wasting any more time on me.”

“Beast didn’t tell your secret, but I was worried about you, Peter. You think I was going to just leave Egypt without you? I wouldn’t leave here without any of you.” Charles stepped closer, softly he took his hand and squeezed gently.  “You all mean so much to me. I owe you my life, Peter.”

He removed his hand and crossed his arms. “I didn’t do anything, if…if Erik hadn’t stepped in, we all would have been killed-including you.”

Charles glanced towards the monitors attached to the young man, before his eyes roamed across the physical state of Peter, in contemplation. “It was a group effort; it took all of us.” He finally spoke after a moment of hesitation. “I know you seek his attention and yet you’re afraid of it…Lehnsherr is coming back with us to New York, he’s going to help me rebuild the institution.”

Peter glanced up, his eyes reflecting a youthful hope the professor hadn’t seen for some time. “I thought he left.”

Charles shook his head. “It’s a way to…perhaps earn his attention, little by little anyway. What do you think? Will you return with me?”

Peter grimaced. “I’m not in great shape professor, encase you haven’t noticed. I might swing in when I’m up and around.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “I know all your pains, I’m sorry. I put your life in such horrific danger-”

“I came along on the mission of my own free will, no one forced me,” Peter interrupted.

Charles gripped his shoulder suddenly with an assertive intention. “Let me oversee your recovery, Maximoff, please, it’s the least I can do. I won’t leave here until you agree to be transferred to a hospital in New York, preferably close to Salem Center. You don’t have to be bothered by anyone from the school. But knowing you aren’t in Egypt would put my mind at ease.”

Peter sighed, he was feeling it again, the warm sensation that made him relaxed and somehow extremely uncomfortable at the same time. Family was something he would never be able to hold on to. He was going to mess it up, he knew that. He could already feel the threads slipping between pale, desperate, grasping fingers. But in the meantime, Charles cared about him enough to hunt him down in one of many Cairo hospitals, and he’d checked in under an alias. The professor cared enough to come back, or had he never left in the first place? His caring nature was beyond consolation to Peter’s broken, cold body, so comforting in fact he felt tears welling up again!

He sniffled and hurriedly wiped his brow before their return, nodding. “I’ll come with you.”

Professor Xavier had kept his word, medically and financially he’d arranged for everything to be taken care of, transporting Peter from Cairo to New York. He’d also arranged for him to have his own private room in Sheeran Hospital—a private hospital in upstate New York, forty-five miles from the current disaster of Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters.

Over the next two weeks physically Peter’s injuries slowly healed but mentally he felt wrecked beyond compare. He started having reoccurring nightmares that he couldn’t run; his ability had been fractured when the monstrosity had snapped his leg like a twig under his boot. In the dream he was trying to run away from someone, his first thought was that it was Apocalypse but a couple nights later he realized it was just a shadowy figure, one he could never outrun. Each time he fell, immobilized as pain shot through his leg, the sound of his own bones crunching reverberated in his ears, just as it had that day.

The nurses had unfortunately taken note of his mood, though Peter hadn’t put much effort into hiding his grim attitude, he’d slipped in a snarky remark about getting some extra drugs for an overdose. The nurse didn’t find his dark humor amusing and Charles suspiciously showed up the very next day.

He didn’t say much at first, just sat near Peter’s bed, looking out the enormous rectangle window that looked west, on a glowing sunset. “You have a good view though,” he finally spoke.

Peter pursed his lips. “I do appreciate your hospitality Professor, but I’m fine, you don’t have to check in on me. Just... really bored here you know, I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in one place this long…it’s wearing on me, I feel weird being at this speed.”

Charles turned his chair to face him, hands in his pockets, yet concern on his features. “Must be very uncomfortable to be forced to slow down. How’s physical therapy going?”

Peter avoided the older man’s gaze for some reason and snorted. “I mean it’s slow, I’m not the patience type or a patient for that matter…”

Charles nodded. “But the sooner you’re hobbling around, the sooner I can get you out of here.”

“And take me where?” Maximoff snipped with his signature deep-set frown.

Charles chuckled, “You’d be surprised what several telekinetic mutants can accomplish when it comes to construction. The east wing is already rebuilt, for now we’re using it for sleeping quarters. It’s a little crowded but…”

“…Anything is better than the smell of hospital?” Peter finished, trying to keep his mind in constant motion—moving from thought to thought. He didn’t know how much the professor knew about what he was thinking but Xavier had already noted his inward conception about seeking Erik’s attention in Egypt, so his guess was he was an open book, but Peter’s thoughts could be about as fast as his movement when we wanted them to be. “Well sounds like I need to hit therapy harder, if you’re actually going to get me out of here.”

As much as Peter didn’t intend to be shambling around a cramped wing in the school, Charles’ visit served to kick him in the butt about getting out of Sheeran soon, regardless of where he went afterward. And if he was being honest, he had never planned to go back to the school, though he also wasn’t ready to face his reasoning for not returning there.

No one was going to miss him, well not the one person that mattered, because he couldn’t even see Peter for who he was. A new plan had quickly formulated—get his leg in good enough shape to slip off before Charles came back for him and circumvent the entire situation altogether.

The nightmares continued to plague him, as day after day he added a little weight to the tender broken leg, between tears and a lump that had formed on his lip from how many times he had bit it to deal with the pain, he started making it all the way through the routes the therapist had set up for him. Once he realized he could make it to the end of the routine he had to mentally stop himself from trying out his true speed. He continually checked himself, forced himself to be normal, move slowly. He embraced the pain wholly, promising himself a whole box of Lemonheads when he got out of here.

A week and two days after Charles’ visit, Peter decided he was going. He’d woke up from his worst nightmare by far, clutching his throat, covered in sweat, his heart was beating hard enough his chest ached. His leg was throbbing with shadow pain from Apocalypse breaking it, only in this dream he hadn’t been saved before the giant mutant had slit his throat and tossed him aside like trash. His father hadn’t even noticed or cared.

Peter swallowed painfully, still tracing his fingers across the smooth, blanched flesh of his neck as he slipped out of bed. His x-men costume had been lost somewhere in the shuffle, or maybe the professor had taken it, either way Charles had been kind enough to replace it with his current pajamas and a change of clothing. Not the usual silver tinted clothing but considering he still wasn’t up to his Quicksilver speed, it seemed fitting to pull on the dark blue jeans and faded orange hoodie. Peter sighed in comfort at the velvety worn state of both items as they contacted his skin, though he tried to ignore how billowy the clothes were on him, he’d lost a significant amount of weight since Egypt—which the nurses had been lecturing him over—but what could you expect when there was only hospital food and no snacks to be seen.

Next Peter attempted to calm his silvery hair, by brushing his fingers through it repeatedly, which only seemed to make it worse. Between the wild shock of hair and the dark rimmed eyes, his reflection looked ghostly, coupled with the dim hospital lighting.

Peter exhaled calmly before grabbing the only items that had made it back with him from Egypt, his googles and his earphones, he stuck one of the foreign crutches under each armpit and silently slipped out of Sheeran Hospital…

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A scenario where Tamaki's been trying to confess to his crush for literal MONTHS but just can't ever get it out. Since his voice doesn't work around reader he decides to write a letter, penning down his innermost passions and it ends up being REALLY long with flowery Helga Pataki-esque descriptions of his feelings. But he ends up EATING the paper to prevent reader from seeing it when yn almost sees it. Later that dayduring training, his quirk manifest forces him to say everything he wrote aloud.

[ Finally your girl posts something after forever. Sorry guys! Life has been a bit crazy, I got obsessed with a couple role play groups, and of course, school. But, I’ll try to be better with my blog. I hope you all enjoy this Tamaki piece, thank you for the request dear anon! I thought this idea was a very unique take on Tamaki’s quirk. ] 

There you go again. His eyes locked on your every move as you walked through the hallway, your friends by your side, and you were laughing and smiling. Making his heart accelerate and his cheeks flush as always. It was true, Tamaki Amajiki. One of the members that made up The Big Three, had fallen for you. Unfortunately, despite trying to confess to you countless times. 

It did no good. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was thinking. He’d always be nervous when he approached you, cheeks red, and that stutter of his present. Even when he did finally manage to speak, he’d find his tongue felt like it was swollen, then he’d get more embarrassed and panic. Despite the fact, you would always ask him what’s wrong or if he needed help. 

The fact is, he was nothing but a coward. He’d turn and run which didn’t help much with his confidence considering he knew that you probably thought he was some kind of a freak. But, he had to tell you how he felt. He couldn’t stand the idea of seeing you with someone else which might sound selfish. He knew it was selfish but, he didn’t care. He wanted you all to himself and for once, maybe he deserved what he wanted. 

But, he didn’t know how to tell you. How could he reveal his feelings to you without looking silly or fearing rejection? There was only one person he thought of asking, “Well!” Nejire’s voice was as bright and cheery as ever as they sat outside a cafe. Nejire had insisted because they had good lattes and Tamaki was never one to argue. 

She smiled as she reached over to place her hand over his, the warmth and comfort from that gentle touch put him at ease for the moment. But, still, he needed an answer on what to do and eagerly waited to hear what Nejire had to say. “If you ask me, nothing says I love you more than the words of a love letter!” Tamaki’s expression completely dropped, his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“W-What?” he questioned, he could already feel his stomach twist. That nauseous feeling of butterflies beginning to bother him, his cheeks grew unusually hot and he shook his head. “I c-can’t d-do that!” he stuttered out as his free hand tightened around the styrofoam cup he held. Nejire looked at him with a cross expression. 

“They don’t have to know who it’s from silly!” she half scolded, “Besides maybe it’ll help you sort out what you really want to say to them!” she suggested with a bright smile that made Tamaki groan in response. “I c-can’t! T-That’s so e-embarrassing and w-what if t-they find out the l-letter was f-from me!? W-What am I s-supposed to do?! W-What am I supposed t-to say?” he questioned and Nejire shook her head before slowly getting up from her seat. 

“Well duh!” she said before reaching over to lightly knock on Tamaki’s head, something that caught his attention but also made him flinch. He leaned back with a present frown on his face, “D-Duh what?” he asked, growing a little scared as she leaned over. He didn’t exactly like that smile on her face. “Then you have nothing left to hide,” she concluded as she reached up to boop his nose which made him wiggle it in response. 

He then looked down, nervous eyes shifting back and forth, “I...I d-don’t know,” he said which had Nejire sighing and she placed her hands on her hips. “Just start with the love letter and see where it goes from there, you may not believe it Amajiki, but you’re pretty brave when you’re determined,” she said before patting his shoulder. “Don’t forget that,” she said, smiling yet again before she walked away. 

Leaving him sitting there alone, his body hunched over the table as a gentle breeze came to ruffle his hair. Should he try to write you a love letter? Sure it sounded easy, but what if he got nervous and ended up writing the wrong thing? Was there a right or wrong way to write something as personal as a love letter? Your feelings across paper? Well, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try.

So he purchased a notebook and pen and began to get to work, at first he found it rather difficult. His words were sloppy and lacking the meaningful nature he wanted them to. But, on occasion, this would change. Especially when he saw you in the hallway or in class, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of inspiration and would always write the words that screamed from his heart when he was near your presence. 

He often rewrote the confessions he had, longing for them to be perfect. He was almost finished with what he believed to be the perfect love letter and though he was still unsure how he’d give it to you. He was currently sitting in the library, body hunched over the table as he neared the end of his letter. All that was left were those three big words, the words he was too shy to speak. 

But, the ones that he longed to scream from the top of his lungs, the ones that could only be used to summarize how he felt about you. His pen continued to glide across the lined paper, prepared to write ‘I love you’ before he jumped. You had noticed Tamaki around and while you knew he was a member of The Big Three, you had never actually had a full conversation with him. 

Though you had class together and on occasion, you got the chance to fight side by side with him. He was amazing and you admired him for the heroism he showed, it was almost silly to think he was the same shy boy you saw roaming through the halls. You had always wanted to try and become friends with him, given you knew from past experience he tended to stutter and honestly couldn’t hold up a conversation. 

Still, you were determined to try. Of course, you hadn’t expected him to jump when you spotted him in the library and decided to walk over. You noticed he was writing something and couldn’t help but try and sneak a peek at it, looked pretty serious. You blinked before lowering your mouth to his adorable elf-like ear. “Hi Amajiki-san!” the cry that left his mouth ended up scaring you and without thinking. 

You stumbled back and watched as his head turned, those precious indigo-colored eyes wide and fearful and his cheeks dusted over a faint red. “Y-Y/n!?” he exclaimed before pulling the notebook to his chest, fingers securely grasping it. Hiding the written evidence of his feelings for you, despite you having no knowledge of his feelings for you in the first place or how he was trying to convey them through written words. 

You did, however, know he was hiding something and couldn’t help but smirk. “Hm?” you raised your hand, pointing a finger at the notebook. “What are you trying to hide there, Amajiki-san?” you questioned as you took a step closer, reaching out to grab his upper arm. You tugged on his sleeve and Tamaki let out a soft whine. “N-Nothing! I-It’s nothing!” he stuttered out, feeling his stomach twist into knots. 

He hoped he wouldn’t get nauseous, you were so close. You were touching him! “Oh? If it’s nothing then why are you hiding it?” you questioned in a teasing manner as you took a firmer grip and yanked his arm away. “Show me, I’m curious! Is it a project? Essay?!” the questions left your mouth in an excited manner. “I-It’s not uh, h-hey!” you had reached over and snatched the notebook away. 

“Oh boo, let me at least proofread it for you,” Tamaki’s stomach flipped upside down and his hand was clutching his chest, twisting the fabric of the signature red tie of his school uniform. He couldn't let you read it! He’d die! But there you were, holding his notebook with his dedicated words of love scribbled across it. “Now then,” you turned your attention to the notebook, about to read the first line just as the sound of a chair falling came. 

You jumped and turned to look but before you could react you felt a strong hand around your wrist. “Amajiki-san!” you exclaimed, prepared to activate your quirk or at least find your way out of his grip. But then, another noise echoed through the air. Your attention shifted back to the notebook and your jaw dropped as you realized he had ripped out the single page you were trying to read.

“Amajiki!” you scolded again, “S-Sorry! B-But you c-can’t see t-this!” he said as he proceeded to crumble the paper into a ball. You looked at him bewildered as he then shoved said ball into his mouth. “Uh…” was the only sound that managed to come out of your mouth as you watched him chew and proceed to swallow the paper. You blinked, lowering the notebook. 

Jaw hanging open in absolute awe at what you had just witnessed. Tamaki on the other hand had an itchy throat, and when the crumbled paper reached his stomach. He felt a small ache, which prompted him to place a hand over his stomach. His face was completely red, all the way to the pointy tips of his ears. “G-God, that w-was e-embarrassing u-uh…” he couldn’t even bear to look at you. 

He did, however, reach out to snatch his notebook back. The action caused you to gasp and you took a step back, your mind still trying to process what had just occurred. Damn, was it that much of a secret he had to eat it? What sense did that make? Still, you watched as he took the notebook and put everything into his backpack before scurrying away. Strange. 

You knew you’d see him in just a few moments, given you had class and hero training together. But, you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to see him after he pulled such a strange stunt. “Uh...okay, bye then?” you said, clearly still confused despite the fact he was long gone. You placed your hands on your hips and sighed. “Well, wonder if I’ll see anything stranger than that today,” you shrugged and exited the library. 

It was almost a nightmare trying to sit through class, much less pay attention to the lesson. It didn’t help that you sat near Tamaki either, but he seemed to give you the cold shoulder. Not so much as dare to take a glance at you, though you happened to notice his hand was over his stomach. Maybe he had a stomach ache, though after consuming a whole piece of paper splattered with ink.

It didn’t surprise you much, if at all. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder just what he had to hide. When afternoon came, you seemed to have forgotten about the strange incident as soon as you slipped on your hero attire. You grinned as you walked alongside your classmates to Ground Gamma, given you couldn’t help but glance over at Tamaki. 

He was currently talking to Nejire, but you noticed his face was twisted in some form of discomfort. “Y/n...Y/n!!!” you snapped out of your thoughts before turning to face one of your classmates. “Huh? What?” it was a little shameful you had zoned out, but even so. The teachers had decided that instead of team exercises, you’d be facing each other one on one. 

This disappointed you as you rather enjoyed working with your classmates to form tactical strategies and such, but it was important for heroes to learn how to work on their own as well. The who versus whom opponents were randomized as to assure fairness and the element of surprise, you were hoping you’d be one of the first students to show your skills in combat.

But, unfortunately, you weren’t and much like the other student heroes in training, you had to stand back and observe. Though you found yourself growing bored and decided to take a seat on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest and sporting a dull expression. You glanced over at Tamaki once more, taking note that he was still holding his stomach and Nejire was patting his shoulder. 

You assumed she was telling him he was fine. As the second pair of students finished their training exercise, you leaned back and gave a loud yawn which seemed to catch your teacher’s attention. “Y/n,” they said and you turned to look at them with a raised eyebrow, but answered nonetheless. “Yes?” you replied, “Since you seem so bored, I’ll give you a task. Next match, Suneater verse Y/n!” your eyes widened and you sported a dumbfounded expression. 

“W-What?” you questioned and your teacher merely smirked at you, was that even legal? You knew your teachers were also pro heroes and as such, should be respected. But, sometimes you couldn’t help but question their teaching methods. Your classmates seemed rather surprised, whispering how lucky you were to be facing a member of The Big Three and how you’d more than likely get your ass kicked. 

Tamaki didn’t seem to take the news very well either, in fact, his face twisted into what you could only describe as pure fear. “Uh, I d-don’t think-” he tried to protest, but the teacher cut him off quickly and ordered you two to start at opposite ends of the training ground. You looked to Tamaki and shrugged, “May the best student win?” once you had taken your position among the twisted landscape of metal piping. 

You crouched down, going through strategies that could possibly give you an advantage. You wouldn’t let the fact he was a member of The Big Three bother you, even though this all boiled down to one thing. You had to try your best, with that in mind. You decided to lay low and take a running start, keeping your eyes and ears open for Tamaki. 

Carefully avoiding those obnoxious pipes in your way before you heard a noise. It was just a small creek, but you knew better than to believe it was just Ground Gamma settling. You stopped briefly, legs bent and ready to make an escape if you needed to. You stared into the abyss of metal before suddenly a tentacle shot out toward you, but a quick dodge saved you from being captured and you took off. 

Slithering between big and small pipes alike before you decide to ricochet between two of them, angling your body so you landed on top of a sturdy pipe. You quickly turned on your feet, glancing over the landscape once more. Your eyes searching for any sight or sign of Tamaki, you also had to be aware those tentacles of his could be trouble. With that idea, you quickly looked down. 

Ensuring there was no sight of those powerful octopus arms, you then opted to travel above the pipes. Easily jumping from one to the next, your head turning back and forth despite the fact that wind was ruffling your hair and causing your bangs to sway in your face. But, it was quiet. Everything was so quiet which it shouldn’t be, Tamaki’s steps couldn’t be that silent, unless...he wasn’t on the ground. 

Your eyes widened at the realization and from the corner of your eye, you saw a single brown feather. “Oh no,” you turned your head as a shadow cast over you. Instantly, your jaw dropped as you saw him. Tamaki, Suneater, the best of the best. Right above you, brown wings spread to their span. His right hand was morphed into long tentacles and his left shaped into a clamshell.

Before you could blink, those wings flapped and the next thing you recalled was a hard hit to your stomach. It threw you off balance and you fell a good few feet before reaching the ground. Pain surged through your person and a long groan escaped you. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to get back up, but you were too slow. You heard Tamaki land behind you, but he said nothing as he approached you.

Which at the moment, was scary even though he was normally a quiet and reserved person. However, you yelped when you felt those tentacles proceed to wrap around you, binding your arms by your sides. Your quirk was useless without the movement of your hands and knowing that simple fact, you couldn’t help but clench your jaw. It seemed Tamaki had to add insult to injury as you felt the pressure of his enlarged chicken foot against your back. 

“I think...y-you’re...done…” came his words, seems he was always a tad braver when he was Suneater which made sense. You turned your head as much as you could, sending a glare toward him. You were usually better than this, but to get bested this quickly. It only reminded you of how much further you had to go before you could truly call yourself a hero. 

“Suneater…” you hissed out, flexing your arms as you attempted to get out of his grip. Tamaki however, felt his stomach twist again and his face once more showed discomfort. Maybe eating that letter was a bad idea. It certainly wasn’t settling in his stomach right, and his heart was racing at an unusual speed. But, he felt a strange sense of happiness course through his body as well. 

“Y/n, I think you’re my love,” a gasp left his mouth and you felt those tentacles retract. You pressed your hand to the ground, now looking at Tamaki with a wide-eyed expression. “W-What?” you questioned, wondering if you heard him correctly. But, judging by the way he was holding his hands over his mouth and how red his face was turning. 

You assumed you had indeed heard the words he had spoken correctly. He took a step back and you noticed his wings were disappearing, was his quirk so consciously controlled that when he was distracted by overwhelming emotions it became faulty? You were more than certain that if the teachers and fellow hero students were still watching, they would be confused as to why Tamaki had let you go.

You slowly rose to your feet, though your body. Mostly your ribs coursed with a dull ache which had you grasping your side. Your eyes were locked on Tamaki as he shook his head and took a step back, his hands tightened around his mouth to prevent it from opening again. But, it was no good. His jaw ached and he couldn’t stop himself, painfully he opened his mouth and more confusing words spilled. 

“I...have...been watching you...for so long! I see...you in the...h-halls...and I…” his body went tense as he forced his jaw closed once more, teeth pressing tightly together. What was happening? He had no idea, but he needed to be quiet or else. Oh God, was this because he had eaten the confession he wrote? Your jaw was hanging open, unsure of how to process the words he was speaking. 

First, he ate a piece of paper, now this? You took a step back when Tamaki stepped forward, “Uh, T-Tamaki, are you okay?” you questioned before he opened his mouth once more, his eyes watering over which concerned you all the more. “I...f-freeze! You’re the one...p-plaguing...my t-thoughts, my desires…I,” Tamaki’s jaw clenched once more and he leaned over, his hands curling into fists. 

“I w-want you...my l-love,” your heart began to pound in your chest, being called ‘my love’ by Tamaki of all people. Well, it was sweet. But, you couldn’t ignore the fact this was clearly not a willing confession. Something was making him speak against his will, maybe his quirk? His voice was strained and breathless which only furthered your assumption he was truly fighting with himself.

“I...long...t-to hold…y-you! My darling...and b-be your hero, to c-cradle and protect...y-you!” his body was trembling as he raised his hand, fingers spread out and palm facing toward you. Your eyes shifted to that hand, eyebrows furrowing together. “Uh...Tamaki,” you said, though you were tempted to take that hand. “I long...t-to be yours!” he stumbled forward, his face was hot and he could feel droplets of sweat fall from his person.

The fact his cheeks were completely red was a good indication he was embarrassed by what he was saying which caused you to frown. You planted your feet on the ground, knowing that you couldn’t exactly run away or restrain him in his current state in order to win. That wasn’t a fair fight and in addition, you knew heroes don’t run from those in need. 

However, it seemed even in his...current abnormal state. He was still in control of some of the aspects of his quirk, in fact, before you could properly react. Those tentacles were around one of your arms, the suction cups digging into your skin and taking firm grip. “Amajiki!” you took a step back, trying to pull your arm out of his grip. But, it was no use as you just got pulled forward again. 

“AMAJIKI,” you warned again, going as far as to reach over and begin to claw at those tentacles. The sound of your shoes scraping against the metal ground wasn’t exactly comforting, neither was the fact you knew you were going to lose this small struggle. “I w-want to be your husband...one day! Scream your name...f-from the rooftops! My love...my one and o-only!” you shook your head, now growing afraid of the shy reserved boy. 

Especially when he finally pulled you forward, causing you to shriek. Your hand was out as you collided with his chest and you immediately felt the pressure of his arm against your lower back. His nails digging into your hip which made you hiss. But he continued to speak, “Just let me h-hold you and soak y-your body in! M-Melt together in a beautiful...ember of love and j-joy,” you blinked, trying to jerk your body out of his grip.

But, it was of little use. He leaned over and you shivered when you felt the soft skin of his face bury itself into your hair. “You are...my w-whole world…” he sucked in a breath, still fighting but it was beginning to hurt. His stomach felt heavy, too weighed down. He needed to say everything, “Fear and c-courage, the one...s-sole purpose in my life...i-is you,” the words were mumbled slightly and he lifted his head. 

“I won’t g-give up. I’ll f-fight the army that holds m-my love hostage, I want you to be...m-mine,” your eyes widened and you wanted to tilt your head up and look at him, but you were almost afraid to. “My l-love and my heart, the one...I w-wish to worship. D-Drop to my knees...a-and kiss your skin,” he choked out and you could feel those tentacles loosen around you. 

“Tamaki…?” his name came out of your mouth in a soft whisper and you finally lifted your head to look at him. His face was still twisted, a painful expression spread across it and you gasped as he leaned close. You were taken back by the intense expression that danced in his eyes and your face began to grow red. “I want t-to set up a s-shrine...pray to your p-powerful aura,” this was just getting weird, but somehow you knew it was the truth which made it even scarier. 

You were tempted to run when those tentacles finally retracted, but you didn’t have time to even think about such as Tamaki’s hand now gently took hold of your chin. You felt a lump form in your throat as you found yourself staring into Tamaki’s eyes. “Forever...m-more...until the end of my...d-days...I...” he suddenly stopped and his breath hitched.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. However, you let out another shriek when Tamaki suddenly dropped to the ground. You stumbled back, not having expected such a thing. The sound of his panting filled the air and you watched as he reached up and ran his hand through his hair. Such didn’t help the sweat that covered his person and your eyebrows furrowed once more. 

“I...Amajiki, are you...I mean...everything you said...was it…” you were almost afraid to ask and took a sharp breath which caused a shooting pain to course through your ribs. You latched onto your lip to prevent yourself from hissing and Tamaki slowly lifted his head to look at you. His eyes full of horror and regret, “I...I…” he wasn’t sure what to say, what could he say?

He wasn’t entirely sure what made him say what he did, every word he spoke was in his letter. Did eating it make an effect on his quirk? He groaned and covered his face, saying no more before he took off running in the opposite direction. It took you a moment to fully realize the Big Three member was indeed making a run for it, “Amajiki, wait!” you called out, your hand outstretched in his direction.

Your teachers and fellow students who witnessed this odd interaction were currently scratching their heads, trying to piece together what could have possibly happened to cause one of the top students to run with his tail between his legs. But, the fact you were being watched through this whole exercise was the last thing on your mind. 

You couldn’t help but run after Amajiki, your feet pounding against the metal flooring of Ground Gamma. While you had lost sight of him, you knew there was only one place he could have gone. To the end of the training ground where the exit was located, though you weren’t as fast as Tamaki which caused some anxiety as you hoped he’d be where you thought he was. 

When you reached the location of the exit, you leaned over with your hands on your knees. The sound of your soft panting filled the air before you wiped your brow. Your jaw then clenched as you tried your best to ignore the pain in your ribs, the exit to Ground Gamma was a large hallway with very dim lighting. In a way, it made you uneasy seeing Tamaki there. 

Despite being dressed in his hero attire, he was facing the wall. His forehead pressed against it and you could tell he was trembling, you had known Tamaki to do this exact thing. Given the fact he was rather shy and suffered from anxiety, you frowned and slowly approached him. “Amajiki,” you said, your voice was soft. But, that didn’t stop the fact that Tamaki ducked his head. 

You reached your hand out, wanting to touch him but you decided against it for now. You took a deep breath, “Um, so…” you reached up, scratching the side of your temple. Where would you even begin? “I’m not sure...what that was but...did you mean it? Everything you said?” Tamaki wanted to smack his head against the wall, your question left his stomach twisting with butterflies. 

Honestly, part of him wished his heart would stop as opposed to continue to pound inside his chest. Of course, everything he said was the truth as terribly spoken and previously written down as it was. He honestly didn’t know what he was doing. In fact, he had never written a love letter before and though he had made countless drafts. It seemed he just wasn’t talented enough to write such romantic words on paper. 

“Mm…” is the only way he managed to respond to you. “Mm? Amajiki…” you paused and decided to finally reach out, placing your hand on his shoulder.  However, he seemed to shy away from your touch. Shuffling to the side, you let out a sigh and lowered your hand. A friendly touch wouldn’t do anything in this case and you didn’t know the other Big Three members well enough to ask them how to properly handle Tamaki when he got like this. 

You’d feel bad if you left him all alone, but it didn’t seem as though he wanted your company at the current moment. You glanced down, hearing the sound of wind echo through the open exit way. You turned your head to look around, you knew you couldn’t afford to waste any more time. 

Else your teacher would begin to look for you or another verse competition would start. “Amajiki…” you said yet again, allowing your hands to rest by your sides. “Regardless if...what you said was true or not, I think we need to leave an-” before you could say anything more.

Tamaki had turned and began to sprint away and it honestly made your heart sink. You watched him disappear from view again and let out a sigh, maybe you’d confront him about it later. But, if what he said was true. Well, you’d need to figure out how you felt about it.

[barren-heart]

If you’re Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, or Jared Padalecki.

STOP.

Read this post.

Dear J2M,

This is an open letter for you three written by a couple of unhappy passionate fans.

We write this to you because we know at least one of you has a secret Stan account and creeps on the destiel hashtag from time to time. Don’t lie. (Ahem. Misha Collins. Looking at you, Sir.)

With the subtle hints and possibility of a revival, us here at BarrenHeart (Bee and Jay) have some thoughts on what we think a reboot/continuation/revival would look like if it was done well.

Note: we don’t speak for the whole fandom(obviously). And we don’t even speak for all of the Cas/destiel fans. This is from our observation of the fandom after 15x18 and the finale, plus our own opinions.

Here are our demands suggestions for the potential revival.

--Castiel--

First things first. Castiel is brought back.

And by that, we mean he is either shown to be rescued from the empty, Jack rescues him from the empty, or by some other means, that man is not left there to suffer for all of eternity.

Castiel is a lead character.

Not a guest star, not “and Misha Collins.” No. Misha Collins gets to be in every d*mn episode. He is an equal lead alongside Dean and Sam. Which leads into the next point.

Castiel gets his own storyline.

It can be connected to Dean in some way, but he needs his own arc, y’all. Don't care what that is, but he IS his own character. So, some form of personal growth or whatever needs to happen. He is a badass and deserves a good storyline. Also…

Give this M-- F-- (mother father) his wings back!

Yes, he died without ever having his wings return to their full power. Like? We know he was nerfed so he wouldn't overpower Sam and Dean. Prove to us that he can be a fully powered badass and still work alongside Sam and Dean. No need to get rid of that.

Human!Cas does not mean pathetic Cas.

There is a divide on whether Castiel should stay an angel. Personally, we like human Cas. However, human Cas was shafted in the series. If you make him human in any way, shape, or form, he’s gonna still have to be a badass. Don’t whimp him!

He can be a good hunter/pretend FBI agent just like Sam and Dean!

So, make him one! Let him do more cases. On his own. With other people. With Sam. With Dean. He can fight without powers, too.

Give him love!

For the love of freaking Jack, let that man know he is loved by people. Not even mentioning anything romantic, he still needs platonic love y’all. Let Sam say it, let Jack say it. Let anyone in his family tell him that he is loved. Not once in this series did Cas hear that anyone loved him. So, fix it!

New style, anyone?

Cas needs other clothes! Please now. The black trenchcoat we never saw in-show? Boss. Cas in a black leather jacket? Coolness. Hunter plaid? Do it.

Confession Resolution

Speaking of love, come to some conclusion please about him and Dean. Give a resolution somehow, somewhere. We personally don’t really care how it’s done, but there needs to be something said here. You cannot just drop a confession there and just leave like it never happened. So, talk about it.

Adding this, I swear, if this is bros only, you WILL lose Cas fans. So, think about what you’re doing.

--Sam--

Sam is important!

Now, personally we have a soft spot for Sam. His character arc in Season 1-5 was great. Demon blood, powerful Sam was amazing. So, don’t sideline Sam. Seriously. We are gonna say in an unpopular way (as if this post isn’t already unpopular to some), but Sam got sidelined real hard in the last few seasons of the show. Now, was that what Jared wanted? Don’t know. But, Sam needs his own storyline too that isn’t just revolved around Dean. Figure it out.

Witch!Sam

Speaking of which, let this man be powerful. Sam is best when he has powers. Sorry but also not. He has been given all of Rowena’s (who is arguably the best witch around) spell books and decides to not really do much with it? No. He’s becoming a BAMF witch. Full-out, no word spells and shit. End point.

Sam in Charge

He’s not just a baby brother. He’s a grown man. Give him room to grow. Allow him to be a leader. Let him lead a group of hunters, witches, a whole team of people! He’s strong on his own, too. He's a big boy. Prove it.

He should fall in love.

Like, get married and all that. It’s a part of his arc, so keep it there. No blurry wife, my god! Personally it should be Eileen. She’s a badass. They also have a lot in common! Holy hell. They make a good team. So, keep that suggestion in mind.

Let him have the hero’s journey.

We want a good ending that shows growth for this character! He saw himself as a freak with powers, so…maybe he can use his powers now in a way that in empowering instead? Let him have an ending that doesn't just return to the beginning. Let him have gone through all of this changed for the better.

Don't be creepy.

Still keep the brotherly bond with Dean, but don’t make it weird, y’all. Don’t. Please.

Sam as a dad.

He can have a kid. But, Dean Jr? Eh. You might want to reconsider some other (Bobby) possibilities.

--Dean--

Now, with Dean, I wanna make this clear.

DO NOT K word THIS MAN.

This man here has dealt with unbelievable trauma, suicidal thoughts and even almost died by suicide in the show (okay, it was for another reason, but still!) He dies way too many times in this show. It’s not new anymore. Perhaps, when the show was newer, death might have been a bittersweet ending. But, now. It’s tarnished. It happened too much and the message of “carry on” got tainted to mean “there is only peace when you die.” That’s not okay.

Resolve his issues!

He has so much pain and trauma. Let him seek help. Let your audience know that it’s okay to process these emotions. Let him heal. He deserves it.

Dean’s internal struggles

This is piggybacking a little off of point two, but Dean has a lot of things he needs to figure out. We feel like his journey is more internal. While processing his trauma, he needs to learn that it's okay to be himself. This could include things about himself that he feels ashamed of or scared to admit. Things he may have repressed or suppressed over time. No more hiding who he is or brushing it off or making jokes. Be your true self, Dean. It's time.

Dean’s still important, of course

That said, Dean should still be integral to the overall narrative of the plot. Of course he's gonna go head to head with the Big Bad of the season/limited series, but he really should focus on what's inside first before he can take this monster down.

The Bro bond

No more dependent/unhealthy bond with Sam. Of course they are family and brothers, and will always be close. That's perfectly fine. However, its important to note that Dean was Sam’s mom/Dad most of his whole life. And, well, that never came to a resolution. Please let Dean resolve this issue. Sam is grown and older now, and even though Dean will always feel protective of him as his Big brother, Dean shouldn't feel like his life only revolves around taking care of Sam. There is more to Dean and his life.

Dean is complex

Also, Dean is not only about cars, burgers, and pie. It's like some of the writers forgot this. There are so many things/interests of Dean’s that are really cool and add to the complexity of his character. Keep those things.

He needs to resolve his issue with Jack.

He never said sorry to the kid. Not once after telling Sam that Jack wasn't family. He needs to tell Jack he is loved.

Speaking of which, Dean needs to tell Cas he loves him.

Okay. Who knows if you will make destiel reciprocal at this point.

Do we think Dean would have reciprocated based on context clues and what we have seen in the show? Yes.

Do we think this love is romantic? Yes.

Do we think you'll actually fully make it canon in a reboot/continuation? Eh.

Regardless, Dean loves Cas, so make it known.

Other demands considerations.

‘The found family’ needs to not be forgotten.

All the friends that were made along the way need to be included. What happened with Garth was great, actually. Do more of that. And by that, we mean include Jody and Donna. What are the girls doing now? Wayward sisters anyone? Bring Kevin back. Don't leave him to roam the earth all along like that. Either make him human again like Eileen or send him to rest in Heaven.

Where’s Eileen?

Hello??? Where? Tell us she made it back.

Claire

No idea if you can get Kathryn Newton back, but it would be cool at least for one episode. Please. Kaia? Resolve her storyline.

Also, Charlie.

Wtf happened? That was not resolved. We love Felicia Day. Charlie’s friendship with Dean is amazing. She deserves a few episodes.

Crowley!

Seriously. What happened to Mark was super disappointing. You gotta bring him back. His death wasn't great. Bring him back and give him his damn line already!

Jack!

I'm not fully on the Baby!Jack train, but he does deserve a normal life. He's three years old technically. He had no normal life whatsoever. He deserves that. So, give him that.

More Rowena please!

That's it. She's awesome.

Have a wedding.

No, really. Someone's gotta get married. Our pick: Sam and Eileen. Charlie is also a good contender for having a wedding with her partner, too. So there. Weddings are happy. We want a happy ending.

I will reiterate. Team free will lives. That's it.

Okay. Now, moving on to the next part of this. The elephant in the room. The thing a lot of us actually want from this, but frankly, we aren't sure if you'll do it.

Explicit Destiel.

If you've read this far J2M, then you're probably wondering when this was going to be addressed. So, here are the stipulations on destiel.

Go big or go home.

Yep. We said it. Make it explicit, full out, no ambiguity.

Honestly, you might be thinking what you could do to make it explicitly canon? Well, since there were tons of people who still think Cas’ love confession was just a platonic exchange between two bros (like wtf? How?), you're gonna have to spell it out for people.

But, some things that we may perceive as romantic, some people may not.

--Like, holding hands could be considered platonic between two men to some people.

--Cheek kissing could also be considered platonic to some people.

Not to say we need Jensen and Misha doing full on *** scenes to prove anything, but something more than a hand hold. Okay? Okay.

What we’re saying is basically, you're gonna have to kiss. On the lips. Yep.

So...I guess you'll have to figure out how you want to do that.

On when to make it canon:

You can decide if it makes sense to make it canon towards the beginning or towards the end. Honestly, there could be an argument for either. If it's made canon earlier, you could prove there can be a relationship alongside the main storyline. If you wait until the end, you'll leave fans wondering if you'll actually do it. But, the kiss being the major event of the finale could be worth it. Whichever you do, remember there are upsides and downsides to both.

Other other considerations:

Just realize who your fanbase is now. We’ve grown and changed. Like Becky, your fans have gone through a huge change in what they want from the show. Is the fandom all on the same page? Nope. Will they ever be? No.

You will not please everyone. That's a given. But, a lot of fans want to see the show wrap up in a better way than what we got. Destiel fans aside, the finale was not great overall. There are plenty of negative finale reviews that have nothing to do with destiel.

On top of that, society is changing. Slowly. The attitudes in regards to lgbtq media is quite different than before. You have the chance to make history. Really. If you make this canon, that will be a part of your legacy. You'll hit the news. I mean, 15x18 wasn't even the finale and it trended #1 that day.

We suggest that if you do decide to make it canon, it’s meaningful and you take the time to do it right.

So, consider your fans. Consider the part of the fandom that trended your show over the election. Consider the fans that trended a fictional wedding on Valentine's Day. Consider Misha/Cas fans who felt slighted. Consider your LGBTQA + fans. Just, think about what the reboot could achieve. What it could mean to a lot of people.

As always, we just want happiness and peace when we are done.

Thanks for reading Misha J2M.

Sincerely,

Bee 🐝 and Jay 🐦

[patchies]

Shadows

Pairing: Dream x Reader x ???

Summary: An apocalyptic world where creatures of the night roam all around it. Searching for living beings to satisfy their hunger. Vicious creatures they are. It’s said that one person called upon their wrath in revenge. You awake in this place with another human being at your side. No memories whatsoever of the life you’ve had prior to coming here. In search of a way out, and your memories, you stumble upon multiple people with many personalities. Some can’t wait to meet you. If you take it the friendly or hostile way is up to you, but worry not… Nothing can hurt you. Or can it, now?

Warnings: nothing too serious

Word Count: 2.9+k

Author's Note: Another chapter, yay! Hope you enjoy, guys! I'm sending you all love. Each and every one of you matters!

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Chapter 5: Uneasiness

As it turned out, you bumped into Nick as you were heading back towards your home. He was quick to pull out his weapon, but you recognised him immediately and called at him. You saw him look at his main hand that was holding the hatchet and upon following his sight, you rapidly retracted your hand from his and looked away. In awkwardness, you missed the confusion etched on his face.

You both apologised instantly, both in different reasons, and he stashed the armament back into its strap and ruffled your hair. Something you had done to Tubbo not so long ago, but you suppose you deserved it.

On your way home, you had talked about your ventures. Nick gloating about his glory and how he's been more productive than you were, claiming how getting a friend instead of proper gear is lame. You knew he was teasing you, but you caught a slight bit of hesitation and envy shine through. Though, you shrugged it off for the time being.

Nick gifted you a bayonet with a white string tied around the handle and a bandana of your favourite colour as you were standing before your home. You gave him a quick hug before putting the knife into your bag and tying the cloth article around your head. He whistled as you now wore one, too.

For the rest of the day, you stored away your findings with tales of your journeys. Mostly Nick's, since you had to be honest and say he did a great job at scouting the east side of the town. Though, you told him some details about Tubbo and your time with the boy, dodging certain parts as you felt it wasn't your thing to reveal to him.

You were a little scared to tell him about their settlement the bee boy mentioned to you, but Nick seemed to know exactly what you were talking about. He had seen it from one of the taller apartments and showed you an impromptu map that he drew quickly.

To your surprise, the portrayal was decently drawn and his handwriting was legible, though he still suggested he's willing to show you the place. What didn't miss him was the chance to announce how he'll turn it into a date where you'll lie under the stars with a wink to add to the spice.

You punched his arm while he laughed it off, slouching his hit arm across your shoulder and pulling you close. This time, you jab at his ribs and he lets you go voluntarily, still laughing. It didn't even seem like you had done something to him, so you stuck your tongue at him and rushed up the stairs to sort out your own things.

A feeling like something is going to go terrible wrong sits in the pit of your stomach as you rummage through the chest.

• • •

The night comes quicker than you expect, and a not-so-stray feeling of anxiety begins to flow through your veins accompanied by your pacing as the sun slowly falls beyond your view.

The first two knocks executed on the door go unnoticed by you. It's the third one that stops you in your tracks and you go open the door for Nick, resuming your pacing once he's inside. He notices your jittery movement straight away and quirks an eyebrow at you, “You okay there?”

“Do I look like I'm okay?” You mutter to yourself, but he hears it nonetheless, “Who would be at the thought of some dangerous creatures lurking in the town at night?”

Nick sighs and slowly saunters to your side, gently resting his hands on your upper arms and makes you face him, “You weren't scared yesterday, what has changed?”

“I don't know,” you shrug, “maybe the bad feeling in my stomach that has persevered since we came home?”

“Okay, okay, smartass,” Nick's retort is light-hearted, only meant to get a smile out of you, “We are both spooked, but c'mon… What's this scowl doing on your face, pretty?”

Before you can react quickly, or protest, he flicks the skin in-between your eyebrows and tugs your lips into a smile. You grasp his wrists with your hands to lower his down and a small smile does make its way onto your face. There's no denying that he makes this hell of a place better, but there's a tight feeling in your chest at the thought of what lies in this world. You don't know if you'll ever get used to this and you seriously hope you don't even need to do that. This is a nightmare come true on its own, why would anyone want this to be real?

Your eyes shift around the room and you step away from Sap, letting his wrists fall free in the process. The lights are turned off in case there really is someone else and they might notice the lit-up house from afar. You aren't going to give people the chance of figuring out where your base is, if there are more groups alive than you realize. Even if it's people similar to Tubbo. There might be some help to find in his group, but you aren't willing to familiarise with them. Nick is the only person that you truly trust as of right now and you believe that it could be okay like this for the time being. You'll survive this. Through thick and thin, hopefully.

“We'll get through this,” he raises three of his fingers while holding his pinkie with his thumb, straightening his back. His face changes to a stern look, but silliness dances in his brown orbs, “Scout's honour.”

He expects the roll of your eyes, but the small laugh that escapes you makes his heart swell with an unknown feeling. He doesn't pay it much attention, just silently watches as you sit down on the bed against the headboard. Nick joins you in a while and gazes at you as you rest your head on his shoulder, “I honestly don't know what to expect at all and I'm worried, Sap. It's so hard to rest when my stomach is churning like I'm going to vomit.”

You feel his arm snake behind your neck and his nimble fingers soon start working their magic on your scalp, “We'll be fine, okay? There's nothing that would separate you and me. I won't leave you.”

Just then, a whistling noise echoes throughout the neighbourhood. An eerie melody that travels across the quiet street. Visible confusion is etched onto your face as you exchange looks with Nick.

The tune starts to raise its volume and it puts you, along with your companion, on guard. You wonder who is out there and what they're trying to achieve. You aren't one to test your luck, so despite your heart telling you to check the situation, you stay rooted to your spot. You were hoping the feeling wasn't going to be true, but here you are; hearing the whistles of someone unknown.

“Hey, hey,” Sap takes your hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. He leans into your view, trying to hypnotise your eyes to look into his. When he doesn't succeed, he shuffles in front of you and waits until your focus is solely on him. He gives you a soft smile, “I'm here with you. Nothing is going happen to us, I promise, and knowing you, you'd sass your way out of the situation.”

“Nick,” you start, “We've known each other for hardly three days.”

“So, what? It might be true, but your sass is immeasurable at times and you've hit me so much I lost count a long time ago,” he laughs quietly, then his laugh slowly transforms into a smirk. A teasing realisation present on his face, “You're literally hitting on me, baby.”

You groan, “I pity the person who will be with you, seriously, and don't you dare call me baby again.”

“You're with me,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, squeezing your hand playfully, “and about the 'baby' part… By seeing your reaction, I'd say I'm going to use it more often.”

Nick isn't ready for the switch of your personality as you decide to smile at him sweetly, lifting one of his hands close to your face, watching him intently. He visibly gulps and you have to push back a laugh to maintain your innocent façade. You put his hand on your cheek and lean into his palm. You stay in that position for a few seconds before rapidly moving your head and attempting to bite his finger. Your attempt is unsuccessful as he quickly retracts his hand and clutches it to his chest protectively, giving you a shocked look.

“Did I render you speechless, baby?”

The pet-name rolls of your tongue with ease. It seems so natural coming from you and his heart clearly betrays him when he feels its pace quicken. He quickly recovers, though, acting like what's just happened actually didn't, “I mean, my tactic at distracting you worked, so who's the winner here?”

“Certainly not you.”

The mood drops when you finally register the quietness, looking around you for any signs that could tell you what's happening. No whistling is heard, and you contemplate checking the windows to gather some sort of information regarding the stillness on the street. Nick gives an affirmative nod towards the boarded-up windows and gets off the bed with you. He follows your footsteps in silence, hovering over your shoulder as you get nearer.

A bolt whizzes through the air and before you can say anything, it strikes one of the planks in front of you. You flinch back into Sap's chest, guard rising, “Go take something so you could defend yourself, too, please.”

He gives you a side glance, inspecting your features, but you've put on a neutral blockage, “Will you be fine?”

The shrug you give him doesn't lower his worry and he analyses you one more time. He walks off in search of anything sharp and usable after you signal your certainty. As he leaves, you eye the bayonet strapped to your thigh. The metal weapon giving you at least some sort of reassurance.

Pure silence follows and you hold your breath in as you glance through the gaps in the barricade. Someone is definitely too close to your preference, yet you can't see anyone outside. They're hostile, that's without doubt. The bolt that clearly sticks out of the wood is an obvious proof of the hostility.

The moon's glow then reveals a person standing in its light, illuminating their figure.

They have a pig mask on with small tusks protruding from the side and a hood over their head with thick white fur adorning the sides of it. Raspberry pink, clearly chopped, shoulder-length hair visibly poking out and the wind ruffling it a bit. A shiny golden crown, which adorns gems of multiple colours, rests atop. You can't phantom how it's holding on the hood. Their crimson red cape with golden clasps and rubies attached to it flows in the wind and the crossbow's metal parts are shining. There's a satchel of bolts attached to the side of their thigh as they balance on the roof across from you.

“Who are you ogling at?”

The whisper against your ear makes you swat at his chest, shushing him immediately. He feigns being hurt, but raises his arms to swat at you back. It's when the figure proceeds to speak do you stop and a realisation comes to you that it is in fact a male, “Dream, I warned you to not come here. Ever. Wasn't the last time enough for you?”

Your interest peaks at the mention of a past encounter the supposedly two people had, wondering how that one had gone. From his words, it doesn't sound like it went very greatly and completely not in favour of Dream's side. What moved him into trying to take over the land again if he knew he had lost the last fight?

Nick watches your investment in the conversation rise, so he just crosses his arms. The hatchet at his hip ready to be taken out in case something was to happen. Though, he settles for watching you for now.

“I don't care, Techno. I own these lands. It's only fair that you will surrender and hand it over.”

“Don't make us fight you, pig.”

Another voice; another male one. This time it's slightly higher pitched than the other two, an obvious British accent to its overall sound.

Just from a few spoken sentences, you can tell both sides are ready to fight. What you aren't sure of, is if they'll really start fighting here or leave to sort it out elsewhere. You're praying it's the latter. Although your hopes aren't high when you continue listening in on their conversation.

“And I don't care, because you're stepping foot into my territory,” Techno, or whatever they called him, continues, “I shot a warning shot to gain your attention, but I will make sure to be precise this time and aim for your vulnerable body parts. Especially you and not a wooden plank. You damn well know I hold poison bolts and the two of you surely recognise my capabilities with a crossbow. You get struck with one, just one, poison arrow and you can go back to your village to get it taken care of.”

Territory? What's he talking about– wait… Don't tell me he's protecting us…?

You can't see the others, but you get a feeling Techno is more important than them. For whatever reason that is, you aren't able to steer your eyes away from his figure. A sense of déjà vu flowing through your body as you marvel at the man. You believe you've seen this man before. Even if once in your life, but your foggy memory blocks any of this information from you.

Unexpectedly he turns his head towards the window you're looking out of and locks eyes with you. Maroon eyes that sparkle with mischief meeting yours. He cocks an eyebrow at you, as if challenging you. Unable to see it, nor perceive it as a challenge, you deliver no reply. You're more than curious by the exchange, but it doesn't seem to faze him in the slightest. Even though he noticed you, he doesn't do anything about you. Merely directs his gaze back to the people below him. Which strikes you as weird since you were guessing he'd do something. Literally anything. Yet, you're glad for his act of kindness. If it can be interpreted as such.

You completely miss the way Nick looks at you. The gears in his head turning at the strange stare off you two had. Do they know the guy? He doesn't like the look of the Techno guy at all and the ping of jealousy seems to agree with him as well. He knows it well, yet he just rests his hand on your shoulder.

“We have armour and there's two of us. You can't fight us both and win.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of your words,” the reply is overly confident, “I've fought many and still came out with no scratches. You're belittling my knowledge of fighting and tactical thinking.”

After Techno finishes his sentence, arrows and bolts go flying through the air.

The very first one coming from him as another warning shot. This time not aimed at your house, but at the ground. Another two come from the ground level but miss him by a few feet. Terribly aimed shots, if you have to say (not like you could do better, but you're just a spectator in this situation). They don't seem to be that good at aiming at the pink-haired man, rather missing him. To your bewilderment, he never flinches or tries to dodge. Basically, a still target for both of the shooters.

Not that his aim is any better, but you hear one of the guys wince multiple times as if the bolt scraped him. The distance is also something to take into consideration.

The final shot before the shooting halts is taken by Techno, who decides to truly aim at one of them and you can hear a high-pitched scream echo throughout the whole street.

This can't be good.

You start hearing the inhuman screeches from everywhere and Shadows start flying from the end of the street. You gasp in horror because this isn't what you were expecting. You didn't expect them to attract a whole bunch of the creatures and possibly doom you all.

“George! You idiot! You were supposed to dodge, not walk straight into his range!” Dream yells at the whining guy, “You've attracted Shadows now. Good job.”

“Look what you've–”

The rest of the words are tuned out by the screeches of the monsters. Nick squats down to the floor, tugging you along with him. He doesn't let you say a word as you sit next to each other, holding a finger to his mouth when he sees you ready to tell him something.

While you rest your heads against one another, both of you come to terms that sound attracts them very easily as you hear them bang against trash cans and dumpsters, chasing their intruders. You wait until you hear no more screeching, slowly rising to your feet and looking through the gaps once more to check for any signs of the creatures.

When you find none, you send Nick to his own bedroom, insisting you'll be fine. He gives you three chances to back down from your statement, but you persist through. As he has no reason not to trust you, he slowly retreats to his room with a promise that if you need anything, just to wake him up.

[urlkssknt]

when y/n divorces jaehyun

jaehyun sat on the black sofa that was situated in the middle of the living room. in front of him on the glass coffee table, the picture of you and your late mother was placed amongst other framed photos that you had placed there. that photo was his favourite, you looked so innocent and full of joy. jaehyun wishes to see you like that again. every inch of the house contained some form of essence that reminded jaehyun of you. whether it was neat aphalabetical arrangement of the books, or even just the smell of faint vanilla that roamed around, long after you’d leave. sighing to himself, jaehyun took another sip of the whiskey in his crystal glass. it left a bitter taste that burned. he felt bitter himself as he continued waiting for you. the ticking of the clock seemed like it was pouding in his ears.

all of a sudden, the pouding stops. jaehyun heard your voice call out to him with an apology following short after. you took a seat next to him, leaving some distance between you two.

the silence that fell between the two of you suffocated jaehyun. desperately, he wanted to express his feelings and tell you that he’s sorry, yet the words wouldn’t form on his tongue. in his mind, he was screaming at himself to just say anything to you at this point.

“i remember,” you began to speak with a gentle voice like always, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, out of anxiousness, “... i used to annoy you, right?” the chuckle that escapes your lips sounds as bitter as the taste of jaehyun’s whiskey. it made him grimace. “chasing you around school, doing anything you asked,” as you recalled the moments, jaehyun replayed them in his mind like a movie. back when he was in college, if there was an assignment he didn’t feel like doing, you always offered to complete it for him, despite having your own work to do. you priorised jaehyun since day one. everyone called you crazy and a pushover. jaehyun exploited your kindness. if only he knew that someday, you’d stop looking at him with rose-coloured glasses that hid all his schemes.

“i never thanked you once for your kindness,” jaehyun said slowly, moving his gaze from the framed photo to you. finally, he noticed how exhausted you looked. as he stared at your eyes, jaehyun wondered if they always were filled with sadness. you shook your head with a tight-lipped smile.

“it’s okay,” you replied as if the grief didn’t plague you for months on end. you wanted to tell jaehyun that his kindness was shown through other medians so badly but what good would lying do? he treated you like a bank account.

drinking your appearance in, jaehyun noticed the wedding ring he bought was no longer on your hand. a crack was beginning to form in his heart.

this was why you wanted to see him, to end things, not to fix them. although, jaehyun couldn’t find it within himself to believe that you should stay. he knew deep down, he didn’t deserve you. johnny did. the man who was supposed to be your significant other. if greed didn’t overtake him, jaehyun would’ve never married you and then you could have the fairytale ending you dreamed of having - marrying the boy who gave you sunflowers everyday to cheer you up when you were 7. in another situation, jaehyun would curse anyone who tried to pretend to be others just for the sake of money. however, that’s exactly what he did to you. he took advantage of your memory loss and pretended that he was your first love.

as you reach your hand out for his free one, jaehyun is instantly comforted by the warmth of your hands. ‘so this is what your touch feels like,’ jaehyun thought to himself, a sad smile adorned his face because he knew it was the first and last time you held his hand. using the last of his composure, he held in his brimming tears as the ring, that was absent on your hand, was placed into his palm. he knew you never wore it on your ring finger because of his infidelity and the lack of love he had for you. yet, you endured this much pain due to his wreckless, greedy behaviour.

“i’m sorry for not being enough for you, jaehyun,” you said with tears in your own eyes, “i just...” pausing, you observed how jaehyun’s grip on the glass tightens, to the point you’re worried it would shatter, “i want to be happy-“

“can’t you be happy with me?” for the first time that night, jaehyun maintained steady eye contact with you, he was surprised to see that you were also crying. it slightly shocked him. jaehyun wondered why you would be upset, he was the one who’s heart was shattering with every growing minute. “i swear i’ll be better for you,” he shifts himself so that his body in completely turned to you. forgetting the whiskey, jaehyun held your hands in his with a grip as tight as a vice. “i-i can be like johnny!” he pleaded with all his might.

“y/n, please, you love me!” the tears streaming down his face wouldn’t stop like they were a river. within a matter of a second, the sadness in jaehyun’s eyes quickly swapped with anger, encouraged by the alcohol coarsing through him. “how can you stop, huh? suddenly, johnny walks in and now you don’t love me anymore?!” his voice began to progressively get louder. “you’ve being in love with me since we were 7!” jaehyun screamed before tightening his grip on you, leaving harsh marks.

in a quiet voice, you whispered, “you’re hurting me, jaehyun.” you were horrified. you felt like you were a child again but jaehyun was your stepmother in this scenario.

“no, you’re hurting me!” jaehyun yelled, catching the attention of your housekeeper, who had finally come downstairs to hear what was occurring. “why don’t you love me anymore?” he cried once more, beating his fist against his chest. you had never experienced this side of jaehyun before. it scared you. you were frozen in your spot, terrified that he might do something rash.

before jaehyun could even get an inch closer to you, mr lim dragged jaehyun to the other side of the living room, far away from you. somehow, you couldn’t move. you felt like you were no longer in touch with your surroundings, other horrifying memories resurfaced. jaehyun tried to break free from the bodyguard’s hold but he was much weaker than the men johnny hired to protect you. struggling, jaehyun watched as another man, he assumed another bodyguard, and your housekeeper try to help you up from the sofa, it only lit another fire in him. however, as soon as you stood on your shaky legs, you fell onto the floor, and hard.

“pull yourself together, mr jung,” the man tried to calm jaehyun down.

jaehyun stopped resisting when he watched you being picked up by the guard. your fall snapped jaehyun into sobriety. that would be his last sight of you, being carried away because you couldn’t walk. and it was all because of him. mr lim only let go of jaehyun till the housekeeper came back, announcing that you were being driven home.

home?

without the hold of the bodyguard, jaehyun couldn’t hold himself up for longer than a few more seconds. he slumped to the floor. his head spun, probably from the alcohol.

“this is y/n’s home,” jaehyun said quietly to himself. this house, the cars, everything belonged to you. laughing to himself, jaehyun brung his knees to his chest and cried.

mr lim turned back to look at the sorry excuse of a man, he almost felt pity for him. almost.

[dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you]

I saw in your tags that there’s some old destiel fic you like on ffn. Do you have any recs ? :)

omg I haven’t been on there in years! like last time I read anything on there was like in 2014 lmao xD

32 fics total - I just checked and all of them are still up...there’s like 30+ more that I bookmarked that isn’t on the list cuz I’m not sure if they’re destiel fics or not so I gotta re-read them

all the ones below are fics that I’ve recced before in the past

1. All Angels Need Their Wings - RATING: NC-17 | LENGTH: 29,784 (2012)

Dean never thought that Castiel would ever return. And when he did, he came in a very unexpected way, a very horrifying way. SLASH Castiel/Dean. Wing-Kink. Takes place in season 7. AU.

2. Heart Trouble - RATING: NC-17 | LENGTH: 74,320 (2011)

Dean's having a harder and harder time of denying what he feels for a certain blue-eyed friend of his. And it's making him a little ornery, and a lot confused.

3. It Hurts - RATING: NC-17 | LENGTH: 29,963 (2013)

Inspired by the S9 Trailer Cas had watched the angels fall and with them, his self worth. Now human facing the challenges of navigating mortality he also tries to find a place for himself in this new world. It is a hope he has to find without the Winchesters, without Dean. So now he runs, from both Heaven, Hell and from Dean. 

4. Small Problem - RATING: NC-17 | LENGTH: 13,310 (2011)

A cursed artifact has made Castiel miniature, it's amusing for the Winchesters at first until they realize he might stay that way forever. Slash Dean/Castiel Please R&R

5 My Broken Angel - RATING: M | LENGTH: 24,999 (2010)

When Castiel disappears from his vessel, Dean is concerned. But when Castiel reappears and seems to avoid him, Dean is heartbroken. Set mid-season 5. 

6. A Hand - RATING: M | LENGTH: 23,474 (2010)

Dean/Cas, multichapter, slight AU. Dean's busy trying to re-soulify his brother, but Cas needs help. Maybe it's time Dean gave it to him. Ch. 15: Dean glared indignantly. "I find the term 'lovebirds' to be offensive. We prefer to be called 'sex-falcons.'" 

7. Saving Grace - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 38,602 (2010)

With everything that was going wrong in Dean's life, it took him a while to realize that the person close to him that really needed the most help was Castiel. 

8. Candy - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 98,068 (2013)

The Fall from Heaven changed everything. The supernatural no longer hidden. Angels roaming the planet. Sam and Dean's immediate concerns were on a smaller scale. What do you do with the former King of Hell? Where is Castiel?... Destiel/Mute!Human!Cas/Angst!Dean

9. Dude, Dean Looks Like a Lady - RATING: M | LENGTH: 20,774 *gen/pre-slash* (2013)

Sam's good, Cas has been found, and demons everywhere seem to be on hiatus. Seems like things are looking up for Team Free Will that is until Dean wakes up with his very own vagina anyway. Warnings: Fem!Dean, Destiel, female masturbation and S8 spoilers.

10. Evil Intent, Trials of Love, & Finding My Angel - RATING: NC-17 | LENGTH: 36,729, 70,453, & 59,941 *rape, graphic torture, violence* (2009)

Anna rapes Castiel and uses a method that torments him more than anything imaginable. WARNING: Rape and Castiel/Dean makes sense when you read it . If you don't like then don't read!

11. Cascade - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 44,626 (2013)

"And if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames!" An 8x23 coda. 

12. Count The Cracks, Hear The Shatters, Feel The Insanities - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 44,626 *gen/pre-slash* (2013)

They've walked miles on gravel roads that led to hell and back but the journey never quite ends. This is the story of Castiel and the Winchesters after the angels fell from heaven. Post Season 8. 

13. Damn Straight & Wait Wait Wait - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: about 21,000 (2010)

Humorous Cas/Dean, with multiple POVs. Slight AU. Fluffy. Ch. 5: Sam sat in the Impala in the motel parking lot, praying that three and a half hours at the library had been long enough.

14. Entertaining Angels - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 43,659 *gen/pre-slash* (2008)

A strange boy shows up at Dean and Sam’s motel room. Maybe he needs help, or maybe he’s there to help them—they can’t quite tell. Spoilers through 4.10. Not an OC. 

15. Happy Friggin’ Valentine’s Day - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 22,771 (2010)

SLASH. It all started with Dean's perfectly healthy hatred of frivilous holidays and a much-coveted sack of dust. Poor Castiel doesn't fully understand 'romance' to begin with, and this crash course is most unwelcome. 

16. I’m Just a Love Machine - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 29,200 (2011)

The Impala finally gets the chance to love Dean back. The problem is, Castiel seems to be in its way. 

17. It’s The Great Destiel Shipper, Sam Winchester - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 49,641 (2012)

What's Sam really doing all that time on the computer? Fangirling. Over Chuck's Supernatural books. Now Wincest might be a bit too much to deal with, but Destiel he might be able to get on board with... Especially after being around the two people involved for three days straight. 

18. Pain in the Head - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 78,771 *character death* (2011)

It started out slow. "Since when do angels have headaches?" "Since they become human." Established Dean/Cas. Sort of AU. PG-13. Complete. 

19. Sleep in Heavenly Peace - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 45,517 *christmas fic* (2013)

Dean wants to have a nice, peaceful Christmas for once, but it seems like the universe won't let him. Dean/Castiel. Post-8.08 (Hunteri Heroici) AU. First in "Holidays With the Winchesters are Always Fun." 

20. The Shattered One - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 94,021 *grace mpreg* (2012)

When it struck Castiel, it dropped him out of the sky. He set down the first place he could find. He stood in a field in Switzerland, swaying on his feet and staring down at his body, dazed by what it had just done.

21. This Cupid Isn’t Stupid - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 41,572 (2012)

Dean receives a shock when he wakes up to discover Castiel has returned. Why is the angel suddenly back? Why have his powers dimmed? And.. Why are he and Dean joined together by an invisible rope!

22. Wild Horses, Cas - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 23,505 (2013)

(S8 Spoilers (story is set in S9), Sickfic! Destiel, Minor Sabriel). When Cas comes down with a bad case of Pneumonia it leaves Dean feeling more protective over his friend than ever, but will it also lead to Dean's admittance of his feelings towards his friend? 

23. Wrong - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 51,384 (2010)

Angels are not supposed to drop out of the sky into motel rooms, broken and beaten. They're not supposed to bleed like that. It was all wrong. 

24. The Reluctant Contestant - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 50,502 (2012)

AU When Gabriel is hired as a new host for a dating show, Cas has no choice but to follow his brother along as part of the camera crew. Forced at the last minute to be a contestant, he is shocked when Dean Winchester continually refuses to eliminate him. 

25. The Ugly Duckling - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 81,676 (2012)

Castiel: a nerdy, skinny thing with a crush on the the most popular guy in class. Being unpopular isn't easy and it's worse when the homophobic school figures him out. A small struggle to be noticed by his crush is turned into a huge struggle for himself and his dignity. But bullying can get the better of anyone. Slash. Destiel rated M for later chapters. 

26. Nameless - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 77,882 (2013)

AU. Everyone has the name of their soulmate written on their wrist at birth. Well, everyone except Dean Winchester. Complete. 

27. Cufflinks - RATING: M | LENGTH: 61,845 (2012)

The world is full of creatures that prey on humans. It is up to 'Hunters' to fight against the dark. Lucky Hunters rely on the help of angels they have bound to their service. Sam and Dean may be good Hunters, but they have yet to capture an angel. One day, Sam finds an angel and seizes the opportunity to bind the angel to himself. Little did they know what they were getting into. 

28. Angel Training - RATING: M | LENGTH: 95,700, Angel Training 2: Save Us - RATING: M | LENGTH: 76,888, & Angel Training 3: Uprising - RATING: M | LENGTH: 89,512 (2011)

In a world where angels are common and the most privileged or skilled people are able to own one; the world's angelic hierarchy is about to change when Dean Winchester receives a wild and recently caught angel.

29. Chasing Your Shadow - RATING: M | LENGTH: 92,077 (2012)

The prophecy says that when Castiel turns twenty-three winters old, a stranger will come into his life and bring a lot of suffering. But do prophecies always come true? Demon Dean/human Castiel AU 

30. The Holiday - RATING: M | LENGTH: 32,088 (2011)

Castiel and Sam are unlucky in both life and love, so they swap houses for the holidays. Both find the experience highly...interesting. Dean/Castiel Sam/Gabriel

31. And In Your Arms I Shall Find Shelter- RATING: M | LENGTH: 33,824 (2012)

Dean Winchester is a long forgotten painter who suddenly receives an order for a painting from a rich man - Crowley. He is about to start painting when Castiel - his personal reaper visits him. The main question is: Will Castiel give Dean enough time to finish the painting? 

32. Jar of Hearts - RATING: PG-13 | LENGTH: 127,192 (2013)

February being the supposed 'month of love' people seem to forget that it's also one of the coldest times of the year. Valentine's Day themed events in a cafe turned bar is how Dean managed the courage to speak to the locally famous singer and somehow score a date, a relationship, and a man he didn't deserve out of the deal. Destiel college/uniAU some Sabriel 

[let-the-dream-begin]

A Place to Belong Chapter 42: Lifeblood

Chapter 41

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Claire shut the door and slowly turned around. The way he was looking at her set her skin afire and turned her insides liquid. He was burning for her, she knew. And she’d be a fool to say she wasn’t burning for him. But she had to tell him.

“Jamie,” Claire said, breathless, surprised and embarrassed by how wanton it sounded. “You know…you know I want you.”

“Aye. Ye ken my wanting of you is…is maddening.”

“I know…but we…we have to talk about something first.” She only just now realized she’d been staring at the ground as she talked, and she finally forced herself to look up at him again. The desire was still there, but there was apprehension on his face now as well. Claire wordlessly moved to the bed to sit down, and he followed suit.

“What is it, Sassenach?” he asked, and Claire could tell that he was desperately trying to quell his need of her.

“Well…I’ve told you how dangerous Brianna’s birth was,” Claire began. “If Jenny hadn’t been so quick on her feet, both of us would have died. And even though she was, even if I’d been with the greatest doctor of this time, their efforts still very well could have failed. We were incredibly lucky.” Jamie didn’t say anything, just looked pensively at her. “I’ve often thought that…in a…very odd sense…in a way that’s terrible to say out loud…”

“That ye were lucky ye’d never bear a child again,” Jamie finished for her, knowing she didn’t want to say it. “Because I was gone.”

Claire sighed. “Yes. Exactly.” His eyes averted from her, and he stared far off somewhere she couldn’t see. “Jamie, I…I want to bear more of your children more than anything in the world. I want you to be there for their births, I want to see you hold a baby, I want Brianna to have brothers and sisters…”

“But ye can’t,” Jamie said flatly, still staring away from her. “It would kill you.”

“Yes.” She went to touch him, to comfort him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She felt ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

It took him a moment to bring himself out of his reverie, but his eyes focused on her and narrowed. “Sorry?”

“I’m sorry I’m…I’m not capable…I’m…I’m less of a woman…”

“If ye say one more word I’ll silence ye myself.” Claire’s breath caught in her throat. “Less of a woman? Are ye…are ye mad?” He was impossible to read. Claire was frightened. “You…you are a woman beyond description, Sassenach. Ye’ve the tongue of the foulest man, the soul of the bravest warrior, and a heart that can carry an ocean.  You…you have captured me, body and soul, wi’ the woman that ye are.”

Claire’s fear immediately melted to complete and utter adoration, and tears sprang into her eyes.

“I’ll no’ hear ye say yer anything less than that. I’ll not have it, Claire.” She opened her mouth, but he stopped her again. “And I’ll no’ have ye saying sorries fer things beyond yer control. If anything, the…the hardship ye’ve seen wi’ children…both of our children…it shows how very strong ye are, Sassenach. Ye’re made of…finer stuff than any other woman I’ve met.” He cupped her face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. “And I’ll thank ye to no’ tell me otherwise.”

Claire could not stop herself from kissing him, with all the tenderness and pure, overwhelming love she possessed. He kissed her back, deep and passionate, and Claire wanted to lose herself forever in that kiss.

But she couldn’t.

Breathless, Claire forced them apart. “Jamie…”

He sighed. “I ken.” Claire looked at him questioningly. “We canna take chances.” Claire let out the breath she’d been holding. He didn’t make her have to say it.

“I’m sorry…” she said again. “I know of some herbs, mugwort being one. It prevents unwanted pregnancies. I could send for some tomorrow, start taking it regularly. But until it arrives…”

“Aye.”

“There are ways to…stop it…if it happens…but it’s dangerous.”

“No, ye canna do that.” Jamie shook his head. “I’ll no’ risk that either.”

“I…then…we…”

“I know.” Jamie nodded. “I canna…be inside ye.” Claire’s stomach rushed with heat at the mere suggestion of it. “But…I can still worship your body like ye deserve. I can still…touch ye wherever I like, kiss you where I know it’ll drive ye mad.” Claire suddenly became aware that she’d been panting. “Yer body is still mine, is it no’?”

“Yes,” Claire gasped. He ravaged her lips with his own, their tongues swiping at each other in a mad dance. His arms were around her in an instant, hands pressing her body flush against his. His hands were all over her back, traveling in circles and getting lower and lower, trying to find her arse through the ridiculous amount of clothing.

His lips left her mouth, leaving her gasping and panting, and traveled to her neck, devouring every inch of her.

“Far…too much…clothing,” Claire managed to get out, tugging at his shirt.

His lips left her then, causing her to groan involuntarily.

“Aye,” he said, just as breathless as she, snaking his hands from her back to her shoulders, leaving tantalizing trails with his fingers tips. “Far too much.”

He dipped his head to press a kiss to the top of one of her breasts, squeezing out from the top of her dress. She gasped raggedly, her hands flying into his hair, pressing him deeper into her flesh. God, every touch, every sensation felt like a blazing fire after years of not being touched in this way. They were both still fully clothed, no contact had been made with any of the more sensitive parts of her starved body, and she was already impossibly wet, burning for him. She felt him smile against her, then felt his tongue slide between her breasts and drag a hot trail up her sternum, her throat, her jaw, until finding her lips again, briefly silencing her wanton keening.

“Canna get yer clothes off if ye trap my face there, can I?” he teased, the breath from his words tickling her lips. “Though I’d no’ object to being trapped there fer eternity.”

He pulled away again and brought his fingers to the laces of her bodice, working them infuriatingly slowly. As every bit of skin was exposed, Jamie kissed it, licked it, nibbled at it; her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders. By the time she was down to just her shift, Claire was throbbing with need, aching. She waited with bated breath for him to untie her shift and begin peppering her with kisses in the places she needed most, but he wasn’t moving.

“Fair’s fair,” he said smugly.

Before Claire could decipher any meaning, he took her hands in his and brought them to his neck. She chuckled breathily, forcing her fingers to cease their trembling so she could untie and remove his stock. She worked as slowly as he had on all of her laces and ties, and when his neck was finally exposed to her, she leaned in to kiss his throat. She proceeded to trail kisses over every inch of new skin, nibbling at his most sensitive spots.

She moved on then to his waistcoat, her trembling subsiding as she gained confidence. Once she finished, she pushed it over his shoulders and it fell to the ground, joining the many layers of clothing that Claire had already stepped out of. She kissed his sternum, now exposed by the vee of his sark, and then locked eyes with him. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes nearly entirely black as her hands came in contact with his belt. She maintained eye contact as she undid it, breathing heavily to the point where she was nearly panting. She tossed his belt aside and slid his trousers down, and she could see his erection springing free, tenting against his long sark.

Claire took his hands then bringing them to the ties of her shift. He pulled the string effortlessly, and he pushed the fabric over her shoulders as if revealing a work of art to reverent onlookers. For only a brief moment, Claire felt a twinge of fear and panic. Her body had changed so much since he’d last seen her. The flimsy cotton pooled at her feet, and Jamie’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Christ, Claire…” There were tears in his eyes. “Ye’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Claire laughed, a single, airy chuckle, swallowing her own tears.

“I feel drunk on the mere sight of ye.”

“Then do let me join you.” Claire gripped the bottom of his sark. “Let me look at you.”

He obliged her, allowing her to pull his sark over his head. Her breath stuttered this time. How many nights had her accursed dreams conjured this image, and how short had they fallen? The beautiful, hard lines of his perfectly sculpted body had always been too good to be true, impossible to replicate in dreams. Her eyes drifted lower, and her stomach flipped. God, she’d forgotten how big…

Not tonight, Beauchamp.

She gulped, audibly she thought. When she finally raked her eyes back up to his, he was staring at her with frightening intensity.

“Can I…” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “May I touch ye, Claire?”

She gave a small whimper at only the words, and she nodded. “Touch me, Jamie.”

His hands immediately gravitated to her breasts, and she moaned softly as he came in contact with them, squeezing them none too gently. He rolled the nipples between his fingers, and she groaned, biting her lip. His hands roamed lower, seeking purchase in her arse, and he squeezed roughly, drawing her in for a savage kiss. Claire moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and plunging her tongue between his lips. The sensation of their flesh pressed together in every possible spot was almost too much.

He worked her pliable flesh and devoured her mouth for several long moments, and then his hands drifted lower, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and laid her down with all the care and reverence in the world. Claire pulled his face back down to hers immediately, needing to kiss him, needing to feel his tongue fighting hers, needing to feel his solid, warm body against hers. He did not let her get away with this for long; he trailed his kisses down her neck and chest, biting and suckling harder this time, drawing sounds from her that she hadn’t made in years. He teased her nipples mercilessly with his mouth and fingers until she was crying out raggedly, thrusting her hips into nothing.

He chuckled deviously at her, maintaining eye contact as he kissed lower, and lower...and lower.

Claire thought she might faint by the time he was kissing her inner thighs; the world was spinning and she couldn’t even hear herself anymore, though she knew she was likely waking the whole house already.

“Christ, Sassenach…” he growled, a low, throaty sound that made her burn all the more. “Ye’re dripping…”

Claire groaned, threading her hands in his hair. “All for you, Jamie,” she gasped out, her voice strained with need. “Please…”

Jamie chuckled darkly, the breath tickling her fleshy core. He delighted in the way his breath made her squirm, so he deliberately breathed on her again, and she made the sweetest little gasping sound that had his cock pulsing.

“All these years, mo ghraidh, and I ne’er forgot the taste of ye.” He dragged his tongue from her entrance and all the way up, savoring the musky sweetness of her as he reached that beautiful nub at the apex, and savoring the throaty, drawn out groan that seeped out of her all the while.

“I used to dream of this, in maddening sweats and fevers,” He licked down again, teasing her entrance — causing her to squeak in a way that sent blood rushing to his cock — then back up.

“And wake wi’ the taste of ye still on my tongue.” He fluttered his tongue rapidly over her swollen bundle of nerves, and she cried out loudly, bucking her hips. Jamie half groaned, half laughed against her as he ran a hand up the length of her inner thigh, over her hip bone, and onto her lower abdomen, pressing down lightly to keep her still. With his other hand, he teased her entrance with one finger, and she let out such a noise that he thought she was weeping.

“Don’t be gentle!” Claire suddenly gasped, and Jamie moaned again, the vibration causing her to twitch. He obliged her, skipping the first and even the second finger and plunging his three large middle fingers into her with nothing short of ferocity as his tongue continued its rapid circling around her most sensitive area. She let out a veritable shriek, her walls clenching around his hand immediately.

But he did not stop; he knew he could coax more out of her, and he knew she deserved it.

Even as she was still twitching and throbbing with release, he began thrusting his fingers in and out, twisting them, curling them, probing her most secret places, all the while not slowing the pace of his tongue.

“God, Jamie...it’s too much...I’m…”

He wanted to tell her to let go, to find release as many times as her body would allow, to let him bring her to Heaven and back, but his mouth was otherwise occupied, and he would not risk interrupting. So instead, he continued his assault of fingers and tongue. He raked his fingernails over her hip bone and thigh with the hand that had previously been resting on her abdomen.

She took the cue and immediately began thrusting uncontrollably against his mouth, causing his fingers to probe all the more deeply. He ran his hand back up, blindly roaming her body until he found her breast. He squeezed it roughly, grunting against her again. When his fingers firmly pinched her nipple, she sobbed again, hips spasming in her thrusts, walls clenching around his fingers again.

He did slow down then, keeping his fingers still within her and curled upward, slowing his tongue to long circles as she cried herself hoarse. He was not expecting the hands he felt on either side of his face, grasping him with a ferocity he did not think she could muster at the moment. She dragged him up to her and kissed him ferociously, lapping at her own juices lingering on the inside of his mouth. Jamie’s hardness was poking into her stomach, and his fingers were still inside her. The clenching had calmed itself to the occasional spasm, so he began moving them again, pumping in and out, stroking her.

“Oh God…” she sobbed against his mouth, and then he silenced her with another kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth, that now somehow tasted like her nethermouth. After assaulting her from within for a while, Jamie pressed his thumb into her apex, and she jerked her hips again. She dug her nails into his cheeks, her eyes closing involuntarily as her jaw unhinged in a silent scream that melted into a squeaking keening sound.

“Jamie, I can’t...I can’t…”

“Ye can, and ye will.” He redoubled his efforts, dragging his teeth along her bottom lip, and suddenly he choked, crying out loudly against her mouth as her hand firmly grasped his cock, holding onto it as if for dear life. Her throat was entirely arched, her head tossed back, and Jamie wasn’t even sure if she was aware that she was holding him. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her hand, growling like a rutting beast as he did.

She found release again as his thumb quickened its pace in just the right place, and she screamed against his mouth, their noses pressed together, nearly flattening themselves. She cried out for longer than ten seconds, her walls battering his fingers in a way he’d never felt before. He watched as tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes, and her chest, neck, and face flushed entirely red. She regained enough of her senses to kiss him again and tighten her grip around his cock. She lazily pumped him for a moment, rubbed her thumb over the tip as she kissed him sloppily, still keening into his mouth.

Jamie growled again and finally removed his fingers from inside her. “Christ, Claire…” he breathed. “The sight of ye like this...it’s beyond my most erotic dreams.”

Perhaps she hadn’t enough breath yet to speak, because she just nodded and sighed in response, continuing to stroke him. Jamie gathered the remaining moisture between her legs with the fingers that had just left her, and he brought them to her mouth.

“Taste yerself, mo ghraidh.”

Her hooded, glossy eyes darkened slightly, and she parted her lips expectantly.

“Aye, lass…” Jamie pressed his pointer finger between her sweet lips, watching in complete erotic awe as she sucked on it, ran her tongue all over it. “D’ye see how much ye wanted me?” His voice was low and almost inaudible, hardly more than a growl, but she nodded, and she eagerly took in his middle finger as he removed the first.

“Oh, Christ…” The sight before him could have made him lose it all on its own, not to mention she was still stroking him gently with her small, soft, beautiful hand. “Ye’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen, mo chridhe. Ye break my heart wi’ wanting ye...I could faint wi’ how much I need ye.”

She let him slip in the third finger, and she quickened the pace of her hand, causing him to thrust involuntarily.

“Ye’ve the most beautiful mouth, Sassenach…”

Claire thought she might faint, lapping at her own juices on Jamie’s finger, while he was looking at her with a fire that burned so hot it was blue as he said words like that, while she held his greatest possession in her hand. Before, she thought she might die if she couldn’t take that throbbing appendage inside of her, but now, she was so spent she may actually die if she did.

He pulled his finger out and ran his wet hand through her hair, tugging on it none too gently as she pumped harder and harder.

“I want…” she panted. “I want to taste you, Jamie…”

Jamie growled hungrily, tugging harder on her hair, and plunging his tongue into her mouth again.

“Aye…” he breathed into her mouth. “Take me in yer mouth, Sassenach.”

“I can’t...move…” Claire said sheepishly. “I feel like I no longer have any bones…”

Jamie chuckled darkly, lightly kissing the tip of her nose. “D’ye trust me, mo ghraidh?”

She nodded mutely, holding eye contact with him. He slid his cock out of her grip as he kissed her again, deeply, sweetly. Claire watched in fascination as Jamie gently slid Claire down a bit further on the bed and then crawled back up the length of her body. When he got up on his knees, Claire immediately knew what was to come. A rush of heat flooded her again, yet the thought of finding orgasm again was too much to even consider. And so she reasoned that she would pour every ounce of that heat into giving Jamie his release.

He looked into her eyes, asking permission one more time, and in answer, she dragged her nails up the length of his thigh, and then pulled him by the buttocks. He obliged her, straddling her, and Claire momentarily went cross-eyed trying to keep her eyes on his cock.

She wanted to pour her heart out to him, wanted to tell him that she’d dreamed of his naked form and taking him inside her as he’d confessed to her, but she could not find the words. She never could; Jamie was always better at that between the two of them. So instead, she grasped him firmly and pressed a kiss to the tip, causing him to groan and brace himself on the headboard. She kissed up and down his length, peppering it with love, humming in contentment, delighting in the grunts and moans that she drew out of him. 

“Claire,” he sputtered, and she paused, hand cupping his balls and lips against the base of him. “I canna wait any longer...I have to…I…”

Claire silenced him by lightly dragging her tongue back up to the tip, and then settling back on the pillows.

“Use me, Jamie. Take what you need, love.”

She opened her mouth and lined him up between her lips, but she let him finish the job, delighting in the snap of his hips that fully sheathed him within her mouth. It had been a while since she’d done this, and even then they’d never tried a position quite like this, so she had to suppress the strong urge to gag. But she didn’t care, not at all. He had given her so much, tonight and today and so many times before. She could stand anything to see him happy. And it was not altogether unpleasant to feel him hitting the back of her throat as he slid in and out between her lips.

It was rather nice to just lay there while he exerted the effort, while he played out a symphony of noises for her to listen to. All she really did was give the occasional swirl of her tongue, and when she could tell he was getting close, she reached up to dig her nails into his buttocks, like she would do if he was making love to her and not to her mouth.

She really did almost gag then, as he began pistoning at an imperceivable pace, but she held it together long enough for him to find release, crying out in a mixture between a sob and a growl. She swallowed his seed without a thought, briefly mourning that she couldn’t make Jamie lick it off of her as he had done to her. He remained still in her mouth for a moment, and Claire listened to his heaving breaths, watching his diaphragm expand and contract right in front of her eyes, the only view she had at the moment.

He finally moved, sliding down the length of her until his cock slipped out of her mouth, only stopping when his lips hovered above hers. He kissed her hard, threading his fingers through her hair. They both sighed heavily when they parted, looking into each other’s eyes hazily, Jamie bracing himself on his elbows so as to not crush her.

“Was it alright?” Claire whispered reaching him to brush his cheek with feather light touches.

“D’ye really have tae ask?”

“Yes, I mean it,” she said softly. “I know it’s not...what you’d expected to come home to — ”

He silenced her with another kiss. “You...are perfect, mo chridhe.”

She smiled sheepishly, continuing to caress his cheek and jaw.

“D’ye ken I...coming home to you, to my bairn...my son, my sister. I felt myself coming alive again,” Jamie said, holding eye contact that was intense enough to break her heart. “But in our bed, Sasseanach...ye’ve made me feel like a man again.”

Claire’s eyes leaked with tears of pure love, and she poured her heart into a kiss that he returned equally as lovingly. He shifted to lay beside her rather than continue to straddle her, and Claire pulled his head to her breast, cradling his head and stroking his hair.

“God, Jamie…” She sighed with a shudder, then kissed the crown of his head. “I can’t...I can’t believe this...any of this.”

He absently trailed his fingertips over her ivory breasts, unsure of what to say.

“I’m afraid to fall asleep...I’m not convinced you won’t vanish if I do.”

He picked his head up then, and scooted upward so their eyes were level. He pulled her toward him, pressing her head into his chest.

“Listen, mo chridhe.”

It took her a moment to understand, but then he shifted her head again, and she heard it.

His heartbeat.

“D’ye hear?”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and threaded their legs together, intertwining them in such a way that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

“It beats only fer you, Claire.”

She lifted her head only so that she could press a fervent kiss directly where his heart was beating, then she returned to press her ear against it.

“I’m here, mo ghraidh. Alive and warm. Alive for you, because of you.”

Claire was sure Jamie could feel the puddle of tears she was letting accumulate on his chest, but she was also sure he didn’t care.

“Let my lifeblood calm yer puir, weary soul.”

He rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I’m here.”

——

Claire did not sleep, but her soul did feel calmed. They lay there awake for a long while, both too exhausted to speak and yet unwilling to surrender their minds to unconsciousness just yet. Not when they had each other back in their arms. At some point Jamie did get up to use the chamber pot, and Claire immediately began shivering at the loss of body heat. He noticed, despite how she tried to compensate with blankets, so he retrieved a nightgown for her from the wardrobe before tugging on his own sark and heading to the fireplace to add an extra log.

Claire pulled the nightgown over her head and looked over at the fireplace, hoping to catch a glimpse of his arse underneath his sark while he bent to stoke the fire. Instead, he was standing straight up, stock still, staring at something on the mantle.

Oh.

She gave him a moment to process, slowly putting her arms through the sleeves of her nightgown.

“This...this is her?”

“Yes, she was eight months old there. Jenny painted one of all the children as babies.”

He exhaled shakily, and he slowly reached out to take it in both of his hands.

“Come here, love.”

Jamie woodenly made his way back to the bed, almost knocking into the furniture since he would not take his eyes off of the portrait. He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, and Claire scooted to him on her knees, draping her arms around his shoulders. She soundly kissed his temple, then rested her head on his shoulder, watching as he ran his finger over Brianna’s little face.

“What are you thinking?” Claire whispered.

She heard him swallow, and she knew he was tearing up without having to pick her head up.

“Thinkin’ about how wee she must’ve been, how ye must’ve looked wi’ her in yer arms.” He sniffled, and Claire tightened her embrace, feeling herself tear up as well. “What...what was it like…? Holding such a wee thing…”

“It’s like…” Claire sighed. “Like holding the whole world in your arms, but if the world only weighed a few pounds.”

Jamie made a soft Scottish noise.

“She was a very good baby, such a good sleeper. Her little fist used to hold onto my finger.” She demonstrated, gripping one of Jamie’s fingers. “She was two the first time she said ‘love you.’” Claire chuckled softly, sniffling. “She patted my head like I was a dog when she said it. I still cried like a baby.”

Jamie laughed as well, reaching up to wipe his eyes.

“She was such a hellion as a toddler, but she could be so sweet. When we visited you…” She hesitated. “At your...your grave. That same year...she blew a kiss to the stone…”

“Da kiss,” she said, her voice light and airy.

Claire had to cover her mouth to stifle the guttural sob that tore through her chest.

Claire’s voice broke at the memory, and she clung desperately to Jamie’s sark.

“‘Da kiss,’ she said.”

The sob that wracked through Jamie’s body was not unexpected, but it still broke her heart all the same. Claire held onto him for dear life, rocked with him gently as he wept, cradling the portrait of their baby in his cupped hands like he was really holding an infant. She knew he cried for those lost years, for missing her first cry, word, step, everything. She knew he cried with love; she knew what it was to love your child so much that it breaks your heart.

After several moments, Jamie quieted himself to the occasional hiccup of tears, still rocking gently with Claire.

“I...I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, Jamie.” She sat up for the first time in a while, knowing her face was stained with tears as well. She looked him in the eye, cupping his face in her hands. “Don’t be.”

He nodded solemnly, his eyes holding a hurt that Claire could not heal with all the herbs and modern medicine in the world.

“She was safe, and loved. And I know it doesn’t mean much when you missed it...but it’s true.”

“It means the world, Sassenach.” Jamie gently pried her hands off of his face and held them between the two of them. “Knowing that while I was...buried alive at Ardsmuir...a piece of my flesh and blood was thriving. It almost makes that suffering worth it.”

Overwhelmed, Claire kissed him soundly. “Did you...suffer greatly, Jamie?”

“I dinna wish tae burden ye wi’ it, mo ghraidh.” Jamie pressed his forehead to hers.

“I want to carry it with you, Jamie. Please let me.”

“I will, Sassenach. Just not now.” He kissed the bridge of her nose. “It’s no worse than anything I’ve shared wi’ ye before. I dinna wish to taint this night wi’ my life in prison. I wish to...to look upon my infant daughter’s face and...and listen to my wife speak of her.”

Claire squeezed his hand, nodding. “Alright.”

Jamie turned his attention back to Brianna’s portrait and smiled. He swung his legs onto the bed and leaned into the pillows, and Claire followed suit, settling in beside him to stare adoringly at their baby.

“Now, tell me all about the mischief she made as a wean.”

[jensengirl83]

Regret and Redemption Chapter 26

Dean x reader

Mechanic!AU

Word Count-3169

Warnings-SMUT, Angst, Language

Summary- Reader has left Dean and is trying to move on with her life. Can Dean prove himself and convince her to come back home?

A/N- Song is this chapter is “Afternoon Delight” by Starlight Vocal Band. Lyrics are in Italics.

Thank you to my beta @emoryhemsworth​​​​​​​​ and all my girls and guy for the encouragement to keep going with this series. I love you all!

Amazing series cover and text dividers courtesy of @talesmaniac89​​​​​​​​

Regret and Redemption Masterlist

Y/N stood in their kitchen cooking lunch while Dean worked diligently getting the nursery finished. She was thirty-five weeks along, so they didn’t have much time to get things completed. She had been feeling tired and grumpy but also elated that it wouldn’t be much longer until they got to meet their babies. 

The last couple of months felt like they were taking forever but flying by at the same time. Y/N and Dean were eager to hold their children in their arms but terrified of being new parents, especially new parents of twins. One baby was hard enough, and Y/N was afraid she wouldn’t be able to give them both the attention they deserved. Her fears were valid, but Dean always reminded Y/N what a great mother she would be, helping to calm her anxieties. 

Dean took a break from painting and walked downstairs to check on Y/N, finding her standing at the stove, singing softly and swaying her hips to the music playing. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, stifling the groan that wanted to escape. Y/N had complained about the weight she had gained, but Dean had no complaints. The way her hips had filled out, the roundness of her face, the fact she was carrying his children, Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her. He palmed at the arousal in his jeans as he watched her from the doorway, wanting to take her right there. 

Dean walked up behind Y/N, wrapping his arms around her, and pulled her back against him, placing open mouth kisses behind her ear and down her neck. Y/N reached behind her putting her hand on the back of his neck, squeezing lightly, throwing her head back to rest on his chest, the feeling of his mouth on her sending sparks to her core. Dean’s deep smooth voice beginning to sing in her ear did nothing to help stop the need for him. 

Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight

Gonna grab some afternoon delight

My motto’s always been ‘when it’s right, it’s right’

Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?

When everything’s a little clearer in the light of day

And we know the night is always gonna be there anyway

Please be waiting for me, baby, when I come around

We could make a lot of lovin’ ‘for the sun goes down

Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin’ sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite

And the thought of lovin’ you is getting so exciting

Sky rockets in flight

Afternoon delight

Afternoon delight

Afternoon delight

Dean spun Y/N around in his arms as the song ended, his lust blown pupils taking in the sight of her, breath coming in pants at her own arousal. It had been a few weeks since the last time he’d felt her wrapped around him, not wanting to press the issue with how tired she had been feeling, but he couldn’t take it any longer. He had to have her and have her right there in the kitchen. 

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat,” Dean growled, his hands digging into her hips as he pulled her body against him.

 “Dean…” Y/N moaned, his words making her shiver. 

Dean slid his hands up her sides and across her shoulders, finally stopping to cup her face and crush his lips to hers, his tongue dragging against her bottom lip. Y/N wrapped her hands in his t-shirt, pulling him as close as she could, opening her mouth slightly to deepen the kiss. The moan that left Dean had Y/N clenching her thighs together, desperately seeking friction. It had been too long, and she needed to feel him all over her. 

Dean bent his knees, locking his hands under her thighs to pick her up and sit Y/N on the kitchen island, her legs instantly wrapping around his hips and pulling him against her. He could feel the heat and wetness of her through his jeans, dropping his head to her shoulder as the feeling drove him wild. 

“Y/N, I need to feel you so bad,” Dean groaned into her shoulder. 

“I need you too, now!” Y/N moaned as her want for him was becoming too much. 

Dean growled as he grabbed Y/N’s hips and pulled her to the countertop’s edge, pushing against her shoulder to lay her back, then running his hands up her legs to her sleep shorts, yanking them and her panties off in one quick movement. His eyes roamed over her naked body before fixating on her dripping sex, the need to feel her wrapped around him growing by the second. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet for me already,” Dean whispered to her as he slid one thick finger into her entrance, pumping it a few times and then adding another. 

“Dean… please!” Y/N begged, becoming a withering mess under his touch. 

“Patience, baby, I have to get you ready for me,” Dean said, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his thick bowed legs with his free hand. 

Dean pumped his fingers in and out of her slowly, scissoring his fingers every so often to get her ready to take him deep inside of her. Dean had to squeeze himself to keep from blowing his load right then, the sounds coming from his wife and how she was grinding her hips making him rock hard. He could feel her walls fluttering against his fingers. Knowing she was close to coming, Dean started rubbing her clit with his thumb, causing her to moan loudly and arch her back. 

“Dean! I’m so close!” Y/N shouted, all her nerve endings feeling as if they were on fire. 

“Come for me, Y/N,” Dean growled as he quickened the pace of his fingers. 

Y/N came with a shout of his name, Dean working her through her high, slowing his pace as she came down. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, lining up at her entrance and driving himself deep in one quick thrust, his hands grabbing her hips to keep her in place as he set a fast pace. Y/N reached down to grab onto Dean’s wrists, using them as leverage to grind down against him. 

“I’m not going to last long, sweetheart. I need to feel that tight pussy come for me again,” Dean moaned through gritted teeth, trying to hold back his release. 

“Fuck, Dean,” Y/N groaned. She loved it when he talked dirty. 

Dean slid his hand between her legs, rubbing harsh circles on her clit, bringing her closer to her end. Y/N could feel the tightening in her lower belly as the coil wound tight, ready to snap and send her into an earth-shattering orgasm. Y/N shut her eyes tight as her body began to quiver with her impending release, her walls fluttering around Dean. 

Dean could feel her on the edge, his fingers circling her clit faster as he buried himself deep with one last thrust, Y/N’s name leaving his lips in a shout as he filled her with his seed. Feeling Dean twitch inside her was all it took for Y/N to fall over the edge as she came hard, her mouth open in silent screams as she trembled with pleasure. 

Y/N and Dean lay silent for a few minutes as they tried to catch their breath. Dean laid his head gently against her swollen belly as Y/N ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, making him shudder at the feeling of her nails scraping against his scalp. Dean’s eyes fluttered open as he moved to stand and look down at his wife, her face radiating with post-coital bliss. 

“Unless you want round two, I’d better move,” Dean chuckled. 

“As much as I would love that, I’m exhausted. I’ll take you up on a rain check though,” Y/N laughed, smiling up at him. 

 “Sounds good to me, darlin’,” Dean laughed. “Go get some rest and I’ll clean up in here.”

“Shower first. I’m a little gross right now,” Y/N laughed, standing on her toes to kiss Dean’s cheek. 

“Ok babe, I’ll join you when I’m done in here,” Dean said, placing a kiss to her forehead and swatting her on the ass as she turned to walk away. 

Dean smiled to himself as he watched Y/N walk out and head for the stairs. Her waddle always made him laugh, but he never let her hear him. That would be an automatic death sentence. He thought it was adorable, but Y/N had a difference in opinion on that one. Dean shook his head with another laugh as he started cleaning the kitchen, first getting rid of the lunch they had all but forgotten. Dean was almost done when he heard Y/N start screaming for him, his feet moving to rush to her before realizing he was running.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Dean shouted as he ran into the bathroom where she was, his eyes roaming around the room to see if he could find what was wrong. That’s when he saw the puddle of water at her feet, his heart skipping a beat. 

“Dean! My water just broke!” Y/N yelled, reaching her hands out for him, terror written on her face. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll get you to the hospital,” Dean said, trying to comfort his wife, trying to hide his own fear. 

“I’m only thirty-five weeks, Dean! It’s too early!” Y/N shouted as tears were forming in her eyes. 

“I know, baby. Just try to calm down. I’m going to be right beside you the whole time, I promise,” Dean whispered to her, pulling her to him and kissing her on the head.

 Dean had never been as scared as he was on the way to the hospital. They were supposed to have five weeks left, and were the babies going to be okay? His mind was racing with what would happen to his wife and his children, as he had no clue about any of this. Y/N reaching over to squeeze his hand brought him back to reality. It didn’t matter how he was feeling at the moment, as all that mattered was making sure Y/N was comfortable and reassured. 

“We’re here, Y/N. I’ll help you out and then go park the car, and I’ll be right behind you, okay?” Dean said while trying to keep his voice calm. 

“Don’t leave me, Dean!” Y/N said, starting to panic. 

“I’m not going anywhere. Once you’re in the wheelchair, I’m parking Baby and coming straight back to you,” Dean said, his tone of voice letting her know he was serious. 

Y/N nodded her head, opening the car door and letting Dean and the nurses help her into a wheelchair. As soon as she was seated, Dean took off like a bullet, tires squealing as he rushed to park Baby and get back to her. Y/N clenched her teeth as the pain started to rip through her, the contractions coming faster than she had anticipated. 

The nurse wheeled her back to a room and began hooking her to all the machines, getting an IV started, and checking her for dilation. She had already dilated to seven and was moving fast, causing the panic to really set in. Y/N wasn’t ready for this, and she was worried about her babies because being early wasn’t a good thing. She was prepared to cry when Dean came through the door. 

“I called, and everyone is on their way, sweetheart. How are you holding up?” Dean asked, running his hand over her hair. 

“I’m scared, Dean. What if something happens to our babies?” Y/N said as she began to cry, clinging to Dean.

“Oh, honey, it will all be okay. Don’t cry,” Dean whispered, trying to comfort her but ready to cry himself. 

Y/N cried out as another contraction ripped through her, squeezing Dean’s hand and trying to breathe through it, but she had no clue labor would be this painful. Dean was white as a sheet as he watched Y/N writhe in pain, unable to help her, and it was killing him. Y/N threw her head back on the pillow as the contraction subsided and looked up at Dean, his face contorted in fear. 

“It’s okay, Dean. You don’t have to look so scared,” Y/N said, rubbing her thumb on the top of his hand. 

“I should be comforting you right now, not the other way around,” Dean said, pouting. 

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at her husband, his lip poking out most adorably. She knew they were both scared for different reasons, but some were the same. Y/N smiled, trying to reassure him when the door to her room opened, and Sam, Jess, and Mary walked in, the three of them with smiles on their faces, excited for the birth of Y/N and Dean’s little ones. 

“How are you doing, Y/N? Are the nurses doing what they need to do?” Mary asked, coming to stand on the other side of Y/N’s bed, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s arm. 

“Yeah, I’m dilated to seven, so it’s a waiting game now,” Y/N sighed as she started to feel another contraction building, latching on to Dean’s hand. 

“Another contraction already?! You just had one three minutes ago!” Dean exclaimed, staring at his mom like she would have all the answers. 

“I can’t control when my body decides to have a contraction, Dean!” Y/N growled through gritted teeth. 

“There it is, the ‘I hate you’ look,” Sam said with a laugh. Dean was looking at him as if he was crazy and the women glared at him. 

“Sam!” Jess reprimanded him. 

“What? It’s the truth! You looked at me just like that, too!” Sam said, gesturing his hand towards Y/N. 

“I’m so sorry for my idiot son, Y/N,” Mary said as she rolled her eyes. 

“It’s okay, Mary. They can both be idiots sometimes,” Y/N said, releasing the breath she was holding. 

“Hey! What did I do?” Dean asked, throwing his hands up. 

“Nothing, dear,” Y/N said with a groan, rolling her eyes at him too. 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide as the next contraction took hold, this one worse than the one before, causing her to scream. Everyone in the room jumped as her scream pierced the room, Dean looking down at his watch to see that this one was only two minutes from the last one. He looked to his mother with worry etched on his face, not thinking things should be moving this fast. 

“Jess, go get the nurse, please! They shouldn’t be happening this fast,” Dean told his sister in law, his eyes pleading with her. 

Jess nodded and ran from the room to find a nurse as Dean wiped the sweat from Y/N’s forehead. She looked pale and exhausted already, and he didn’t know how she would be able to keep going. Mary comforted her from the other side of the bed as Y/N cried in pain. Dean couldn’t stand to see his wife hurting like this, but there was nothing he could do, and it was breaking his heart. Dean opened his mouth to ask if Y/N was okay when the nurse followed Jess back into the room. 

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s see how you’re doing,” the nurse said, smiling, “Can everyone but Dad leave the room for a moment, please?” 

Dean watched as everyone made their way out into the hallway, the door shutting behind them. Y/N looked over and reached for Dean’s hand as the nurse checked to see how she was progressing. Dean scrunched up his nose as he imagined how uncomfortable that had to be for Y/N, knowing right then that Y/N was a lot tougher than he could have ever imagined. 

“Okay, Y/N, you’re dilated to a little over nine centimeters. I’ll go call the doctor and start getting you ready to move to delivery,” she said with a sweet smile, walking back out of the room and letting the family know they could enter. 

“It’s almost over, sweetheart! You’re doing so good, Y/N. I love you,” Dean whispered in her ear as another contraction hit. 

Y/N was about to speak when an unusual but excruciating pain tore through her, letting out an almost feral scream. The next thing she knew, the nurse was back in the room with two others as they descended on her, pushing everyone out of the way. Y/N searched the room for Dean as the terror of what was happening to her set in, reaching out for her husband, wanting him by her side. 

“I need everyone out!” one nurse shouted, ushering everyone out the door. 

“Dean!” Y/N shouted, gripping his shirt when he made his way to her side, “What’s happening to me? It hurts so bad!” Y/N cried. 

“I’m not sure, baby, but I’m right here, okay? Keep your focus on me, Y/N,” Dean said, keeping his eyes locked to hers, hoping it would help calm her down. 

“Go get the doctor! She’s beginning to hemorrhage!” One of the nurses shouted, causing Y/N to break eye contact with Dean. 

“Y/N! Look at me, baby! Listen to me. Everything’s going to be okay!” Dean said, grabbing her chin to make her focus back on him. 

“Dean, I’m so scared,” Y/N whimpered, tears spilling down her face.

“I know, sweetheart, but you have to be strong for the babies, okay?” Dean said, pleading with her. He couldn’t lose her; he just couldn’t. 

Y/N closed her eyes as the pain raged through her, praying that her babies were okay and that they’d all make it out of this. Dean’s hand in hers was keeping her grounded and focused as she tried to stay calm as the nurses pushed and pulled at her. Dean watched as she began to look even paler, her skin becoming clammy. He went to voice his concerns when he felt hands on him, pushing him away from Y/N.

“Mr. Winchester, you have to leave,” a nurse said as she pushed him back towards the door. 

“I’m not leaving my wife!” Dean shouted, trying to push past the nurse. 

Dean’s eyes never left Y/N as he fought to get back to her, another nurse coming to push him backward. He was yelling for them to quit touching him, not listening to anything the nurses were saying. Y/N’s eyes rolling back and her eyelids shutting was the last thing he saw as the nurses shoved him into the hallway, slamming the door.

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Azrael x Plus-Sized!Reader: A Real Alpha

Author’s note: IT IS FINALLY DONE 9.3K WORDS OF THE FIRST PART OF AN X READER WITH THE ONE AND ONLY HUNTER ALIEN BOI AZRAEL!! Summary: After a painful break-up in between you and your previous partner, Azrael sees to it that you’re comforted and happy again to the fullest extent. Warnings: NSFW closer to the end THAT’S ALL-

“You do not have to shed any more tears for that mudak (asshole), (Name).”

Your ears nearly blocked that out, the sniffles staggering out of you with your body twitching in time your hitching breaths, Azrael’s words were almost muffled to you. “I-I’m sorry, Azrael,” you whimpered out, for what felt like the 50th times and like the numerous utterances before, he shook his head to brush off the apology, and his large, strong arm tightened around your waist and with gentle pushes urging you to snuggle your head onto his shoulder, he quietly spoke up again. “You have nothing to apologize for, little one, this is that cruel dog’s fault, not yours.” His hand, taking up most of the free space on your side, stroked slowly up and down, his digits lingering on your waist in soothing pets, it drew a shaky sigh from the depths of your chest. You at least attempted to even your breathing, but every rampant thought that rushed through your head and dug its way into your brain like a deadly spike and imprinted itself there. Any progress that you made of controlling yourself went down the drain, you felt the sobs start to rip through your body once more and on impulse, your arms shot out to Azrael and you clung onto him tightly, with your face buried into his broad chest. It felt like you were crying your eyes out, that if you kept going, you weren’t totally sure if you’d even have anymore tears to shed.

Azrael, overcoming the surprise of the swift, tight hug you threw around him, his open arms carefully closed around your frame in a much softer but warm hug, like as if he hugged you as tight as you were, he’d break you like a wilting flower with the gentlest breeze of wind bristling crumbling the weak, dead petals, but, his hands still traveled up and down the small of your back in slow, tender strokes, his digits taking a few moments to massage a certain spot in the middle of your tense, locked shoulder blades, surprisingly, it did make your rigid shoulders gingerly relaxed from their raised position, even if it was a gradual, crawling pace from the desired, fully rested goal, it was improvement, and even the tiniest amount was enough to make a gentle smile paint itself onto the alien’s face. “There you go, little one, there you go, you are safe, I swear it…” his low, accented voice rumbled through his chest, you felt it, what with your head nestled so much against him, his voice, as if it were a warm, quilted blanket, surrounded you in a comforting aura, to think that someone so dangerous, so otherworldly, would take the time out of his day to make sure that you didn’t cry over someone who didn’t deserve it, it surprised you, sure, but it made you happy more than you realized. Daxton was a dangerous place, humans being a smaller percentage of what roamed in the city’s streets, the fact that not only were you somehow good friends with the worst of the worst in this place, but you were currently being cradled in one of their arms definitely made you take a moment to compose yourself. You sniffled and tried to force your tears to halt for now to finally take a slow glance up at Azrael, the hunter alien who was from a distance icy planet who knows how far away, the same man who’s killed creature after creature with the very same tools that were petting your back and threading their fingers through your (hair color) tresses and taking those few extra steps to pet at your scalp before brushing back any lingering strands away from your face, sometimes you questioned to yourself how an alien could be so much kinder and sweeter than the humans you’re used to but after what happened, it didn’t take too much convincing anymore. If anything, humans could take a few lessons from Azrael in that department. You, at first, were going to sit back in the dip of Azrael’s lap and just let yourself relax, perhaps even drift off to sleep  as crying took more energy out of you than you originally thought, but, that’s when your eyes really drifted over the alien’s features to take in even the smallest of details. He was the enticing combination of cute, almost boyishly so, and worn-out ruggedness with every hunt that he’s been through taking one toll after another on not only his body, but his mind too. You could only begin to imagine the story behind the three long scars that bore deep across the entire horizontal length of his face, across his sets of eyes, his nose, even his mouth. “Azrael?” You peeped up, your voice, sounding more level than it did, was quite gentle and quiet to the ear, but his talented, pointed ones instantly heeded and he turned his head to face you and his half-lidded, sweet gaze met yours again. “Yes, little one?” He responded with the same kind of light whisper as you. Your heart fluttered, his deep voice honey on your ears, you leaned further against him, your head tilting some to the side and it rested on one of his shoulders comfortably and you gazed up at him in a trance, you couldn’t describe it at first, your emotions left your mind a disoriented, fuzzy mess but this felt right, this warm closeness with him, how his large, strong arms fit around your full, curvaceous body with little effort, and just how he was taking so much time in the world to comfort you, to ensure that your tears would stop that you would rest well and content tonight. He didn’t have to do this for you, at all, it wasn’t his job to, but with how he carried himself right into your room and made himself at home to fully care for you and only you, it was almost as if he needed to or else it wouldn’t sit right with him in his head, in his heart. “You don’t think I’m too big, do you? I-I know this is kinda out of nowhere-well, n-not out of *nowhere* but s-still, I, heh, I know it’s not the most attractive thing in the world-” His hand lifted and he cupped his palm over your mouth to silence your words, and your surprised eyes flickered up to his face, and his taken aback expression read of quiet hurt, as if the question itself, when you uttered it, it insulted him. He, at first, silently shook his head and then he spoke up, “Not at all, little one! Why would I be bothered by it? Is beautiful, yes? Is more to love! A fool would be bothered by something as trivial as that, who would complain getting to hug every inch of you? If you were my woman, you would be getting your body worshipped by me every single day, whenever you asked for me to do so. The Gods graced this world, this universe, with the perfect form of you, there is nothing wrong with you,” you didn’t know what to say, your mouth was partially hung open, words hanging off of the cliff of your tongue but they didn’t take that plunge, so, they stayed stuck in your mouth and you couldn’t help but the stare that came from you, riddled with disbelief and it seemed to the resonate with him as he picked it up, and he continued. “If you really think there is something wrong with your body, (name), let me reassure you, from the bottom of my heart and spirit that there is not one problem, yes? You are not ‘too big’, is not possible! Personal preference, I would want a bigger woman, be too afraid to squeeze a smaller one; I would break her!” His words melted into laughter, hoping that his little joke would conjure up some kind of laugh from you too, and his internal wishes were granted as the quietest of giggles escaped from your lips and left a smile on your face in its wake. “A real alpha,” he started again whilst he stood up from the bed finally with you hoisted up in his arms so easily, he held you in a bridal style and instinctively, your arms shot up from their resting positions on your stomach, and they coiled around his strong neck. Turning to face the bed, he bent over to slowly lower you to the cradling embrace of your mattress, and he slipped your looped arms over his head and he gingerly laid them across your chest and stomach, giving one of your arms a slow, deliberate caress til he reached back with the same hand and he even fluffed up a couple, or a few, of pillows amongst the bevy of them splayed across the head of your bed. “Wouldn’t let something so unimportant get in the way of making the person of their dreams their mate. To us, to me, it does not matter what you look like, you are kind, you are sweet, you are smart, you are a light that can be seen from even the darkest of caves, never forget that. How your body is shaped, how much you fill out your clothes, a dress, a palm even, is bonus!” He quietly chimed with a light chuckle fluttering out of him. Again, you found yourself at a loss for words, not even knowing what to begin with other than just laying there in a stunned silence with your (eye color) orbs gawking at him with your mouth hung ajar. Sometimes you wondered how he even existed, only to be quickly reminded he was an alien for a myriad of reasons, tons of which you were thankful for since in the back of your gnawed at the back of your mind, a thought that a human who even attempted to mirror the same kind as uplifting qualities as him wouldn’t even exist. He thought of you in such high regards that didn’t even fathom with you at first, but it touched you to say the least. He grasped the edge of your blanket and pulled it up to the bottom of your chin and he straightened it out across your body, making sure that it laid comfortably flat against your body, his hand, placed on top of your hip, cascaded down in a slow, smooth motion, rubbing the warm fabric down against your body. “Azrael…” You breathed out, he was crouched down next to the side of your bed with his chin resting on his crossed arms laid on the edge of the mattress as all four of his eyes glanced at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue, if you could this time.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t much, but it was definitely the loudest phrase echoing throughout your mind at first, if anything was gonna come tumbling out of your mouth in shy, touched mumbles, it was those two words. His eyes softened and his smile spread wider, enough for the tips of his sharpened teeth to peek out from underneath his lips, and somehow, it made him even cuter in your eyes. “You are most welcome, little one, and if you ever, and I mean ever, need to be reminded that you are a gift from the Gods themselves, do not hesitate to come to me again, okay? To see your eyes light up with sincerity and feel proud of yourself once more, it is the greatest treasure in the universe, and nothing would make me happier than to indulge in it more.” His hand unraveled from his crossed arms and he moved it up to one of your hands holding the edge of your blanket and he wrapped his fingers around yours and gave you a gentle squeeze, his thumb grazing over your knuckles and where finger met palm, his trained eyes making sure to watch his claws and to pull them away when they even got a centimeter too close to your skin, and after giving your hand a few more squeezes, he, to you, regrettably, retracted his hand back to his side and stood back up to his towering 11’0” height. You had to catch yourself, but your hand had outstretched from underneath the blanket’s edge, reaching out to grasp and hold his all over again, however, somehow, he didn’t notice, thanks to his head turned away to take a quick glance around your room and when he did finally lock gazes with you again, you snatched your hand away in time and hid it back under the darkened cloth. “It is late, and I can imagine crying made you tired. You should get sleep, rest up and get your strength back, yes?” He gave you one more genuinely sweet smile with a quiet hum flowing from him, before turning around to face the door and he even started to step towards it.

And it was there, staring at his fleeting back that the rest of the world seemed to just fade away until it was just you, gazing at the man who single-handedly changed the entire night for you, who made your negative thoughts seem to melt away into nothingness, to be long gone and forgotten about and to never grace your mind again to cause you harm, to actually put your faith again into something, what started to feel frivolous and unimportant, like love. The words fled from your lips quicker than you could catch them. “Azrael, wait.” Your eyes widened when you heard yourself, and then you were sure that your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when he turned around to you all over again.

“Yes, little one? Something wrong?” What did you wanna say? Your mind was cluttered, the remnants of what happened prior still littering around in your thoughts in hurtful piles but then also growing overwhelmed with the comforting, blinding feelings towards Azrael’s overshadowing the damage that was done, it was confusing, you couldn’t explain it, but, you knew you didn’t want him to leave so soon already, did you?

“Stay with me.” 

Well, that certainly came out a lot stronger than you originally wanted or planned. Azrael’s eyes widened, and he jumped very slightly with the sheer shock running through his body, he almost did a double take by glancing at anything else in the room, away from you, only to find himself staring back at your own stunned face. You flickered your gaze around, your lips forming the possible fragments of words coming to your mind but nothing came out, it just looked like you were physically trying to search for the words in front of you instead of mulling them over in your cluttered mind. However, from staring over your form, the alien’s talented, analytical eyes studied you for only just a few moments, quietly deducing just what was bothering you all over again, and the cause of your outburst, both sets of his eyes softened whilst a low, quiet sigh escaped his nose, returning to your bedside, he reached up and placed one of his large, clawed hands onto your shoulder and he held it, squeezing in a soft, soothing way. “You are feeling обеспокоенный (troubled), conflicted yes? Trying to heal quicker from the pain done unto you, with me. Do not say things that you truly do not mean, you can feel better without me.” His tone had a gentle firmness to it, not coming off too strong that he was yelling at you or anything vile like that, but as if he was trying to teach a lesson to you, words of wisdom that hopefully would help brush away any of the confusions entangling your thought processes in its wicked web. You did listen, of course, even your eyes drifted downward to the top of the mattress. Maybe he was right. He certainly sounded sure of himself. Was this some kind of attempt to rush and hurry your soul through any pain? By getting over the awful excuse of an ex with someone who was most assuredly better than them in every single way, shape, and form? But, it wasn’t like you to do this with just anyone, I mean, you’ve known all of the villains for a couple of years now, and found yourself close to all of them and you considered Azrael one of the closest to you, and he you, but, did you *really* wanna take that dive? To do something more with him? It’s not like you haven’t thought about it before against your better judgement, it was confusing, and made you second-guess some other things in your head that once were set in stone, was now crumbling into unsure doubts. Then, there were those other feelings, like having him this close where his warm aura radiated from him and covered around you like a blanket, the black, deep-set, caring worriedness in his blacked out eyes and how they were focused on you and only you, Hell, even the very obvious size difference in between the two of you was heavily noted, not only by the fact that he easily towered over you when he stood up beforehand, but how when you reached your hand towards his, your palm and fingers managed to coil around, at most, two of his clawed digits and you held them tightly, almost emitting the fear that he would leave sooner than you wished. Dragging your eyes back up to his scarred face, your hand at your side traveled up and you cupped his cheek to the best of your abilities, being so much smaller compared to him. You thumb, in a gentle, ghost of a tender caress, rubbed over the risen skin from the part of the scar situated right underneath his upper right eye, and with you two locked in such an intense gaze, now it was his turn to slowly don a light blue blush that spread across his face in a gradual glow, even the tips of his pointed ears started to brandish the same kind of bluish hue. You gave him a defiant shake of your head, “I want this, I-I want to do this with you, I do, I know I do, t-this isn’t some kind of…” you rolled your wrist, searching for the word, “Coping thing or anything, I swear…! You mean a lot to me, Azrael, and I wanna do...something, anything with you, only you, please…” Getting all of this off of your chest, both of your hands shot up to his cheeks and you cupped them, corralling all of his wandering, nervous eyes from going all over the place to focus solely on you and as if mirroring you, he opened his mouth and his lips attempted to form the words coming at his mind all at once to the point where no words found their way out and instead was replaced with a quiet squeak similar to that of a puma’s, it was too cute for you not to let out quiet giggle while a smile snuck its way onto your lips. Craning your head forward, you pressed your forehead against his in a nudge, something small and sweet that he’s done with you before as an affectionate gesture and almost instantly, his head leaned forward into yours and he returned it, nuzzling the side of his head against yours as a low, rumbling chuff-like noise emitted from the depths of his chest, again, seemingly identical to the chuff noises that a tiger can make. “Is it okay?” You questioned again, one of your hands glided down the side of his face and rested on the nape of his strong neck, letting your fingers trace over the start of a scar underneath the skin-tight under-armor he leisurely wore, “If you don’t want it too, you know you can tell me that right? I-If this is like, I-I’m pressuring you or anything, tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, and I’ll go to bed like you told me to,” you hurriedly reminded him, honestly, how he was feeling about this whole situation burned at your thoughts on top of your own, Azrael wasn’t human in the slightest, if that wasn’t obvious enough, and with how he had no partner with him when he came here in the first place, the thought of him having never done anything sexual before flashed through your head for a moment or two. “N-No, no! I...my apologies, (name), you, grace me with your kindness, being so patient with me.” He was always so sweet, it made your pounding heart flutter and you smiled wider at him as you reached up and threaded your fingers through his ridiculously soft strands of pastel blue hair, petting through the light tresses. “I am...more concerned with how you feel. Being in a hurt state can make you want things to stop the pain and I am more than happy to lay here with you until you do rest, but, something like this...it cannot be big, if there is something smaller that you humans indulge into with your own mating rituals, I can be open to that, but it cannot be anything else.” You blinked, “Why not-” suddenly, you remembered, and you swallowed up the question just before it left you too soon. “That’s right, your kind, you...mate for life.” You dragged out a long groan, your hand shooting up to your face to clap your palm over your forehead, almost as an attack onto yourself for forgetting something so crucial like that but him being much more nervous than you now started to make a lot more sense. “I am *so* sorry I forgot about that part of your culture, Azrael, I-I, ugh god I wasn’t thinking at all.” Rubbing down, you squeezed the bridge of your nose with a hint of annoyance towards yourself before dropping both of your arms onto your lap in defeat with your head turned away and your eyes narrowed along with your brow furrowed, you quietly scolded at yourself under your breath. “I do not want to take advantage of you.” The words surprised you. Lifting your head back up and facing him all over again, your wide eyes gawked at him, worried and curious, especially the first since you had no idea that he was thinking that if you two really did something like this, that he was taking advantage of you. “Azzy, what? Why would you think that?” You questioned, his eyes glancing away momentarily before he started to explain in a low tone. “On my home planet, it is not rare for Alphas, most certainly male, to take advantage of betas and omegas, fearful of them, if they have to give up their bodies to keep them alive, a lot of them fell obedient to others.” His eyes finally locked back onto your face, “And with your heart being hurt, feeling inadequate when you shouldn’t at all…” his hand crept up, cupping your cheek this time and his hand easily covered up almost the entire side of your head and face, his thumb grazing over the skin right underneath your eye. “I did not want it to seem the same. Это ужасная вещь, которую делают жестокие собаки (it is an awful thing done by cruel dogs), may the Gods forever damn the ones who do it, is just one reason why.” You leaned forward quickly and slung your arms around the alien’s large, broad frame, barely making it around the middle of his chest, letting your head burrow into his front as if you were a tick, “Well you,” you started, lifting your head enough to let your chin rest on the top of his chest to gaze upward at his curious expression, teetering on hurt thanks to the not-so-fun fact that he told you about his people, it was almost positive he was worried it would alter your opinion about him at all since he always referred to himself as a true, real Alpha. “Are nothing like those assholes, you know that? I mean you really pride yourself in that-” You gently teased in hopes to get him smiling again and it worked, a little, when the crack of a smile started to break out across his face, “You’re so much more sweeter, nicer, kinder, sometimes, honestly, it surprises me how you’re even called a villain here! I-I mean other than the whole, ‘taking skulls thing’ but still-!” The minimal distraught that had casted over him prior faded away at your emphasis and he couldn’t help but let out rather hearty laugh, one of his strong, large arms hooking around your waist to finally return your tight hug with his head craning down, he nestled his face into your (hair color) hair and you felt the soft rumble of low chuffs blowing through the soft tresses against your scalp. “You like the skull I gave you, yes? That was not too evil!” He joked in return, and it pulled more shared laughter out of the both of you since you bubbling up into a fit of a giggles caused his own laugh to come from him too and, thanks to the happiness sweeping you up, and momentarily brushing away any crumbs of darkness shadowing your mind, you leaned up and pressed a kiss again his nose. The alien squeaked out one of those puma-sounding noises at the small sign of affection, and after drifting his gaze back down at your expression to study your features, he leaned in and returned it by brushing his lips against your forehead so lightly and gently in a chaste kiss, he was always so careful with you, and you had no problem returning it. “Something small, is okay, right?” He questioned, a lilt of shyness threading through his voice as he brought up the prior topic and with a nod of your head, and a gentle smile walking onto your face, “Something small.” You reassured him. However, naturally, Azrael assumed it would be focused on you over himself, since he started to gently stand back up and start to peel the blanket off of you again and it seemed as though when he saw more and more of your body became exposed in a slow, gradual show for him, his sets of eyes traversed the pleasantly long journey of your plush-soft, curvy sides and wide hips, how the belly you had dipped down and, beforehand, you would find yourself being shrouded in the crippling shadow of your own self-doubt and self-conscious but there was something different now, it wasn’t there. It didn’t even begin to manifest itself over you when he was peeking further and further. Maybe it had to do with just how comforting Azrael’s gaze was, riddled with understanding and not a speck of judgement anywhere within the darkness of his four eyes. When he looked at you, it sent a static through you, a spark that was more than determined to reignite the flame inside of your body, and its attempts were more than capable in doing just that. His four orbs alone were enough to make your heartbeat throb harder in your chest and make your breath hitch in your lungs, as if it were glued to the very edges themselves. Although, something stirred within you, sure, the thought of Azrael taking the reins to whatever you two were planning gnawed at your mind in pleasant chews, there was another idea that started to swirl around in your mind, not one of negativity, nothing like that, but something more on the giving side. He did so much for you tonight, striving to do what he always did so masterfully, maybe it was time to do something back for him. Just before the grand reveal of your lower half, his free hand inched over towards your hip and laid it palm down against your skin, pulling a quiet gasp from the back of your throat. His hand, effortlessly taking over almost all of the space on the top of your thigh, was the combination of both soft from the extra padding on his digits and palm, with the scattering of calluses splayed on the edges of his hands and in the bends of his fingers, manifesting a silent story of just how much he pushed himself into his hunting. Your heart pounded, the thudding of it slamming against your chest rattled through your skull and pierced through your eardrums, practically silencing everything else whilst you stared at him, the softened expression that stayed true to his face, decorated with relaxed, half-lidded eyes and a warm smile spread across his lips, his four orbs flicked up at you, you assumed at first, but it took only the feel of his sharpened claws gently pricking and prodding at the thin material of your panties as a little warning to you that he was about to tug them down and off of you, and it was a gentle, silent reminder of what you had planned and on the fact that he even took the time to ready you, to ask wordlessly if it was okay for him to do so, the motions of your plan sparked to life as if they had a mind of their own. “Azzy wait-” your hand crept up, and you grasped his wrist, to the best extent that you could, actually holding a part of him really put into perspective just how much larger he was compared to you as your digits barely even wrapped around one of the sides. He screeched to a halt in record time, both his palm and fingers left your side much to your chagrin, nearly snatching his hand out of your light grip, “Have you changed your mind?” He questioned softly with an understanding lilt flowing through his tone, however, you shook your head, and you sat up more properly on the mattress so that you could turn and swing your legs over to the edge of the bed like how you were prior, and your softened eyes flickered up to his adorably confused and concerned face, he even gave his head a slow tilt to one side as if he were a large puppy. “No, no not at all, but…” you soothingly cooed whilst you leaned forward and in time, the alien moved back just a step or two, to make sure he wasn’t crowding you. You released your grip on his wrist and now, it was your turn for your own private little show when your eyes started at the top of his broad chest and in a deliberate crawl down the contours of his sculpted body and internally, you were thanking your lucky stars for the thin piece of under armor that Azrael worse ever so casually, its fabric hugged around his defined torso, outlining every little ridge of his trained, bulging muscles, it left little to the imagination. “You did so much for me tonight, and, I know you’re gonna like, disagree, but you didn’t have to,” and just as you predicted, his lips parted to start the said disagreement, until, it was replaced with a quiet, husk of a gasp tip-toed out instead, thanks to your hand laying palm down onto his chest, and in a slow-moving, downward stroke, you dragged your palm lower and lower across the length of his torso, the tips of your digits rising when they crossed over the ridges of his defined body and the risen skin of a scattering of deep-set scars, shielded away from your gaze. Then you felt it, where his top met his bottom armor, seemingly blended in together to seem conjoined as one full piece only to be disproven when your fingers curled over the edge of his pants and nudged rim down ever so slightly, enough for your intruding eyes to sinfully sneak a peek at the thick-haired base of whatever he had down there. That was the thing about Azrael, with him being an alien, your imaginations were the limits of picturing just exactly what he had hidden down there, and you had your excitement of finally seeing the grand reveal to blame for when your thighs lightly pressed against one another. “(Name)...” Azrael mumbled out, his accented voice dangerously low, a dusting of a blue blush sprinkled across his cheeks, the temptation to move his hand to yours to lead it off of him so that he can fully take care of you over the other echoed throughout his mind, and at first, his hand almost carried it out, the tips of his sharpened claws drew close enough to lightly prick and scrape against the skin of your wrist, but for once, you were faster than him. Craning your head forward, your lips brushed against his abdomen in a chaste peck, and the tiny gesture it was, was enough to send his hand into a skidding stop, his eyes went wide, almost as if all four were threatening to pop out of his skull, “So now,” you started again, whispering against blue skin, your lips sensually walked down his abdomen, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake, some of them were quick that emitted a sense of urgency to move onto the next while some of the others you held down for a few extra moments or so, so when your lips broke the lip-lock, the shiver that rushed through his body was more pleasurably intense than the last jolt ending it’s electrifying current through his senses. “I wanna do something for you. You’re such a sweetheart, Azzy, it’s only fair that I return the favor and take care of you this time,” The feeling of thick strands of snowy blue tresses brushing up against your jawline in light tickles, your eyes flickered down, studying the thickly haired base of his privates before continuing, this time, your unused hand that resided on one of his inner thighs climbed up further and further in between his legs, “You, mmhf, you do not have to do that f-for me, little one, it is the Alpha’s job after all to-hnh!~” His words were suddenly cut off with a shuddering groan when your hand moved up and placed itself onto his sack, and with slow, groping squeezes with your fingers rubbing over him, your lips attacked the base of his privates with a numerous amount of kisses through the thick fur like hair, your eyes pried open and they flicked up towards his face, doused in a deep shade of blue that spread so far across his face, it reached the tips of his pointed ears that even twitched a few times with growing excitement. All four of his eyes were screwed tight, and his hand that hung at his side had shot up and clasped over his mouth as if to silence any fleeting moans that dared to escape his lips, however, that tactic wasn’t too successful in stopping every noise that emitted from him since in the deep pit of his chest, chuffing noises rumbled throughout his body and vibrated against his padded palm, and it appeared as though he was silently cursing those purring noises since every time one crept out from in between his lips, his already closed eyes would tighten more and even his fingers gripped at his mouth and jaw harder too. With your head lowered so far your lips tantalizingly close to where you were so determined to cover in kisses and licks and suck, you certainly weren’t prepared for what you witnessed. In the corner of your eye, your head leaned back enough to drink up the sight of the tent in his pants growing right in front of you, it was to be expected, and hoped for, that he was truly enjoying what you were giving him and if it wasn’t, you were damned sure to find something that he’d love more than anything while you two were like this while you had him. You just had to. Your hand clenched the front of his pants again, preparing to tug the rest of the fabric again, however, the tent grew more, and more, and more, until the tightening thin armor expanded to such a tight bulge, the fabric snapped, and his length sprung out from its suffocating cloth imprisonment and you didn’t know really what to say at first as you sat there, gawking at the unusual sight with a dropped jaw and wide eyes and, as if history repeated itself, you found yourself at a lost for words until your stuttering lips managed to conjure something up. “...holy shit.”  You marveled. His length was anything but the norm that you’ve seen or have been used to. The shape of it alone was the biggest difference, it wasn't human, at all, it was a long, thick, tentacle-like shape that had a thick base and as your eyes traveled further up to the tip, you noted how it started wide and thick but slimmed down until the head was a point, and along the length and around the girth of it all, it was covered with small spines, no bigger than a thumbnail but still, their quantity overruled the size easily, they were everywhere except the tip since there wasn’t that much space at the thin head, but, they were heavily condensed around the the third and final part, a swollen knot that throbbed a few times now that he was fully erect and excited and in tune with each throb of his knot, the tentacle part wriggled deliberately, almost as if it were hypnotizing you to lean forward with your mouth as agape as it is now and swallow around the shaft. “Is, is problem?” Azrael’s trembling voice was like a hook, line, and sinker since it pulled you out of your stunned bewilderment. Blinking profusely with a shake of your head to top it off, your eyes snapped up onto his panting, flushed face and just before any worry attempted to leak through the lusty haze that was spreading heavily through him, you shook your head. “N-No! I’m just, s-surprised! I, Azzy you have, A LOT, down here-” “...is too big?” “It’s fucking HUGE, but that’s not what I meant-” Your still hand rested on your thigh and your fingers clenched tighter into its fist as you stared, you really didn’t have any idea on how to start with something like this, sure, you’ve given oral to past partners, even the most recent one, but Azrael was different. Not only has he never, ever, experienced something like this, but because this was Azrael, the place in your heart that he happily took over was major, he mattered more to you than you probably both ever realized, so you wanted to make this perfect, better than just enjoyable, you wanted this big alien man to get weak in the knees and need to sit down next to you after he was done or, if you really knew what you were doing with just the type of equipment he had, maybe even in the middle of it, so, with a deep breath through your mouth and out through your nostrils, your hand shot up to his length and your hand coiled around the base of it, right above the knot and you gasped lightly to yourself while a quiet snarling groan rumbled through his chest. Just barely, did the tips of your finger graze the edge of your palm, at least your hand actually managed to wrap around something of his, even if it wasn’t enough. Your hand inched up, the spines underneath your hand brushed up against your palm, they flared up and down ever so lightly in time with the twitches and throbs of his shaft, the sensation was odd, yes, but definitely not tempting. Your hand continued, squeezing around his shaft, you stroked all the way up to his tip in a slow, smooth, glide, the spines flexing out only to relax again and when your hand ended it’s test run at his tip, your thumb pressed down onto the leaking slit to tease the opening in small circles, and with each rotation, thick, warm, and surprisingly sweet-smelling precum began to impatiently seep out of his tip, coating your digit steadily and you were only more surprised when you pushed your hand back down in another pump and it milked more of his pre to steadily drip out of his tip and leak out onto his shaft and even have droplets push out over the edge of the slit and drip down onto the floor beneath the both of you. “L-Little one your, your hand is already plenty, rest, mmhmf, rest your body, you do not have to do more~” Azrael husked out, his eyes fought to stay open, and through blurry lenses, he gazed down at you. His hands resided at his sides, and only momentarily did one of them inch up and forward towards you and at first, glancing at it in the corner of your eye, you naturally assumed that it was him possibly attempting to thwart your actions again, but with how his held out hand twitched and his digits trembled halfway there, it wasn’t like he was trying to stop you, it was almost as if he weren’t sure if he should put a hand on you again, like he was worried if he grabbed you too hard or placed it in the wrong spot while you were like this, it’d hurt you, so, with another breath, his hand retracted and fell back to his side again. Witnessing this, your eyes traveled back up to his flushed face and you let a smile dance onto your lips, “Do you trust me, Azrael?” You questioned and, yes, at first, you attempted to let a flirtatious lilt coat those words to make it sound more enticing, but, you truly wanted to know, even if him letting you do this was evidence enough that he did since he could very easily stop you in a number of ways, ones more violent than the last, still, it probably eased both of your racing minds and thoughts to have consent audibly said instead of just out in the open like this. After a few moments of catching his panting breath, a thin grin pulled onto his lips and he nodded gently down at you, his multiple eyes tender and true, “I trust you, little one, I-I know you would never do me wrong in something as passionate as this, and you, mhmf, you have my word with the Gods as my witnesses, you may trust me too.”

“...god how do you exist, you’re, such a sweetheart, Azzy, I swear…~” You giggled quietly, and continued when he shrugged as a little joke, as if he didn’t know, but after glancing back up at his face, and how he stared down at you with such a loving sensation pouring from all four of his darkened orbs, you have no idea how you manage to wrangle your internal thoughts of leaning up or pulling him down to your level to kiss him where you should have willed yourself to do beforehand when you were up there, every ounce of your body wanted to just slam your lips against his in a deep kiss, to feel him kissing back with all of the experience and courage that he could offer, and have his large hands grasp at your hips and rear to keep you pinned against his broad, strong chest so the kiss wouldn’t be broken too soon, but, that would have to be saved for another time. You were already down here like this, right where your desire for him burned so brightly, if you were going to do this, it was now or you’d never be standing on this precipice of courage ever again. Your (eye color) orbs drifted back down to his twitching, awaiting length, the bizarre sight of his cock wriggling up and down or side to side with the smallest of moments intrigued you, you had your hand to planted firmly around his base as much as you could hold while your free hand propped up against the upper part of his thigh, close to his hip, to give yourself a steady form of balance in case you found yourself getting lost in this since his sweet-smelling aroma was invading your nostrils relentlessly, and the delicious scents imprinted themselves onto your mind with little effort and it triggered your mouth to even salivate more and it seemed to act as a good sign for what you just had planned since your tongue hung out of your mouth to swipe over your lips in a slow-moving lick. You craned your head forward, the pointed tip of his cock rested against your plump bottom lip and in between the both of them, the tip of your tongue peeked through and it swiped against the dripping head in a testing lick, as if you were either showing Azrael how this would work or if you were giving yourself just a taste of his seed and seeing if your nose was deceiving your tongue. Azrael’s sharp teeth gritted, you could hear the sharpened bones clicking lightly against each other, and he sucked in a sharp breath through the small gaps, the hand that masked over his mouth and nose released him and started to rub down from the side of his neck, to his chest, and finally it dropped down to his side again, he grasped the hem of his shirt and his claws nearly tore into the thin, ocean-blue fabric. If he was like this after just one tiny lick, now, you found more of that confidence peering through your worry and doubt.

“Lemme take care of you, Azzy…~” You breathed out intentionally against the sensitive flesh of his cock, the tentacle-like appendage twitched in a wriggling jump while Azrael husked out a quiet groan to himself. Your mouth cracked open, the tip of his length snaked its way into your mouth, and as you pushed your head further and further down the inches, the exotic feelings and tastes overwhelmed you. The copious amount of pre spilling out of his tip and staining the back of your throat and tongue with the spines surrounding his shaft flared out and brushed against the roof of your mouth and the top of your flattened tongue, however, this time, they didn’t relax and go back down, it was like the spines were doing their unwritten and unspoken duty in keeping his cock sheathed far down your throat and mouth, and it was at that epiphany that you were thanking your shit ex for helping you out with something like this now. You pushed yourself more, and more, until, your lips halted at the top of his swollen knot, you peered at it, and as much as you would try maybe another time, today was not the day to risk a broken jaw trying to unhinge it to try and swallow his whole length, if anything, you were more impressed with how far you got on your first attempt. Azrael though, he was another story, he had the worry of being too big in more than one ways pierce at his psyche, he had question after question after question nervously wracking through his brain to the point where he didn’t know which one to ask first, if he had to do something, if you could take him, were you changing your mind at all, just to name a few and while, he was enjoying himself, more than he thought or imagined, your sound well-being came first overall. His hand fumbled with the crinkled hem of his shirt, if he was going to place it on you, now would be the most obvious time. So, with a light huff through his nose, his hand raised and much to your surprise, he planted it on the top of your head where his claws brushed through (hair color) tresses, petting the top of your head and your scalp gingerly, “Are you, mmhmf, doing...whatever it is you’re doing good, still, (name?) Don’t you, need to breathe, should I, mmf, sit down, pull back, I-” With a lift of your hand, you planted it onto his hip and it silenced his words, four blackened eyes met yours and with a watery wink and a muffled smile, you pulled your head back, smoothly, your tongue threading through the gaps in between his spines and it dragged across the bottom of his shaft, and just before his entire length left your mouth, you hurriedly slammed your head back down to his knot. Azrael’s head shot back, pulling a long, deep groan, deep from within the alien’s chest. You repeated this process a few times, sliding his cock almost all of the way out of your throat only to quickly swallow it down again until you found a steady, rhythmic pace to set for yourself, even your hand that was clamped around his base to hold his twitching length at the ready had replaced itself onto his other hip, and you gripped at him, fingers digging into blue skin, not enough to break the surface of it, not even in the silence, but mayhaps enough to cause a speckling of bruises to pop up later for him to be reminded of just what happened tonight. Your head bobbed up and down, your tongue danced around his shaft, grinding up against the sides of it and you did attempt a few times to swirl it completely around his thick shaft to no avail, at certain parts, so you made sure to give the poised spines extra attention by letting the tip of the muscle flick across a couple of specific ones. You swallowed around him, the constricting walls of your throat enveloped around his cock, massaging the tip and shaft. “Mmmhff~ Nnnhhff~ L-Little one, by the Gods themselves, your mouth, your throat~ So warm, so w-wet~ Tight~ It’s, is too much~ T-The fact that you, you humans do this, I-hnh-I won’t last long with, hhnff, with your skills~” The rest of Azrael’s words melted into his native tongue and while you could make out some words here and there, the rest almost sounded like complete lust-driven gibberish. He had leaned over you, his knees buckled like you had hoped, not enough to make him fall, but enough to make him not stand up straight anymore, and he had the edge of the bed to act as his savior to catch him if he did, and his hand that rested on the top of you head had inched to the back of it, and you could have sworn that you felt the faintest urging push of your head to swallow him down again. One of your hands had inched down from his side, it slid down the dip in between his crotch and thigh, and you cupped his sack again, your palm groping and rubbing against him, and you felt it, that tension inside of him starting to tighten further inside of him, he was getting close, it was sooner than you thought but again, this was all new territory for someone as battle-ridden as him, and you felt a sense of pride shimmer inside of you that you were the first person ever to do this to him, and with how he was, probably the only one too. You hollowed out your cheeks by sucking harder around him, and your head bobbed up and down his length faster than before, the quiet slurping that ghosted out from your lips was much more audible now, and the tip of his cock slammed against the back of your throat, muffled whines rattled through your body and shot through his length with gags and whimpers fluttering in between the latter and it didn’t take too much, maybe 2 or 3 more fast pumps of your head when a loud, ear-piercing, animalistic roar of pleasure ripped through Azrael’s body and shot out of his mouth. Wave after wave after wave of white hot pleasure crashed over his body when his orgasm rushed over him. His seed spurted out of his tip in thick, warm ropes, and with each pump, his hips trembled and bucked into your awaiting mouth and throat, his hot cum cascading down your throat in a sweet-tasting waterfall. His eyes were glued tight, staggering, trembling groans with the hint of growls rumbling through his body, his hand forced itself to release your strands and almost instantly, he forced his eyes to pry open to stare at his open palm and claws, checking to see if he tore anything out and with relief, even more so when he lazily inspected the back of your head and saw no imperfections, he stepped back gently, his hips relaxing and pulling back, his softened cock fled from your mouth and throat, strands of your saliva stretched out and connected your lips and his length together until you broke by licking your lips, and without it being buried so far down your throat, the air flew down into your lungs in a welcomed, deep gasp before you panted out heavily. “How…” your voice was hoarse, with a lick of your lips and a clearing of your throat in the form of a soft cough, you started again. “How was that?” You panted.

The alien stood back up straight, his pants were hiked back up and adjusted the way they were set before all the while panting breaths wracked through his body, making his chest heave. Strands of his pastel blue hair stuck to his forehead with the help of the sheen of sweat that coated his skin up there, “That was...if that was your throat alone, then the Gods have certainly blessed whoever will, hnn, be your mate, yes?” He rasped, “You don’t think it’ll be you?” You questioned back, and surprisingly, he chuckled tiredly through the catching of his breath. “A Goddess such as yourself should not have to settle on the first man who treats her with kindness, I am simply doing what should be done by the one you use to spend the rest of their life with you, what that excuse of a man should have done,” man, his culture was something else. It really did take you a moment or so that process really what he just pointed out, that the two of you doing this tonight, to him, because of what he’s been taught and brought up to, this could all mean nothing if you met something literally tomorrow and decided to stay with them for, forever, instead of him.

And he’d be okay with it. Your eyes softened, “Azzy-” His hands reached down and much like before, he hoisted your legs up and back over onto the mattress and adjusted you so that you laid comfortably against the slab before grabbing the edge of your blanket and pulling it up and over you to drape it across your still warm and humming body, “Now, you should be more than tired, yes? Talk to me later today if you wish, but for now, little one, I must see you in your dreams, hm? Greet me there with kindness, (name), pleasant night.” With one more kiss to the middle of your forehead, he leaned back up to his towering height, his eyes half-lidded and fixated on your face, a warm smile played at his lips before giving you one more final nod, and he turned around, you stared at his sculpted back, the words were at your lips again, but this time, it was too late, the door opened and Azrael stepped out, but, not before giving you one more tender, true smile and even a little wave with his fingers, and the door closed.

“...I love you, Azzy.” The words found their way on the path out of your mouth after all.

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [2/-]

summary: after an unsuccessful attempt to escape, Y/N is in for more than she bargained..

warnings: lil bit of smut, swearing, and bdsm undertones

a/n: this is part TWO of this little series! check out part one before reading this!

Your senses slowly began to settle back into you, and you finally realized just what kind of mess you were in..

Right after his bold exit, your exhaustion caught up to you and your eyes became as heavy a dumbbells. But when you awoke for the second time that evening, the situation truly hit you right in the noggin.

You were in a foreign place, that you were incredibly scared to even attempt an escape out of. The foggy memory of the stunning man that had entered the room, was becoming a false reality. Had you dreamt of him? Was he just a twisted piece of your imagination?

Surely not.

It seemed so utterly real that the nameless man had to be an actual human. And even that thought scared the absolute shit out of you. If he were to barge right through the same door, you wouldn't know how to even address him, let alone look at him. So you stayed hidden beneath the large comforter, softly shaking with fear as your eyes began to water. You were starting to miss things you never thought you could miss. Like the pumpkin-apple candle that you'd light from time to time, or your piano you love to play, to wake you up in the mornings and settle you down in the evenings. Hell, you were even beginning to miss your refrigerator that held all your favorite foods and drinks, and your spacious bathroom that you regularly took a soaking bubble bath in.

Oh god, a bathroom. Just at the mere thought, your bladder revolted and signaled it's everlasting need to be freed. But you were too scared. Though, you couldn't last much longer without accidentally pissing yourself, but that'd just make this dreadful day even worse. So with your fears in mind and the shaking of your body reminding you, you pushed back the covers and lifted yourself from the cushiony mattress, your toes curling at the frigid touch of the marble floors. You oddly looked left and right, in search of what could possibly be a hidden camera or worse— a person, but came short with nothing of the sort. You began your tip-toeing steps towards an open door that unmistakably led to the sacred toilet you were literally yearning for, and ever so softly shut the door, for at least a little privacy. It was an expensive looking bathroom with even more expensive looking appliances.

But without further examining you rush to the porcelain bowl and pull down your undergarment, quickly seating yourself and letting all the filtered tension go. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, but your asscheeks sure did feel sore.

Maybe it wasn't a dream..

You let your thoughts roam as you emptied your bladder and tore a piece of toilet paper from its roll and wiped, finishing with the click of the flushing button and directing yourself towards the sink. The women in the mirror caught your eye, though she looked oddly untouched. You thought you'd at least have a bruise or two fluttered across your arms or your face, but it appeared as though you were as good as new and unbothered. Whoever had kidnapped you didn't fully intend harm, but rather some other premeditated plan that you weren't truly sure of.

Though you felt somewhat at ease, your frightened thoughts lingered and you washed your hands quickly and tip-toed back to your aclaimed warm bed that you slightly missed the absence of. You could've gone for round three of sleeping that day, but yet again, to your dismay, the familiar sound of a door opening and closing kept your eyes open, and an unfamiliar scent glided into your nostrils and made your stomach growl profusely.

"Hungry, darling?" The same voice from your dreams questioned the air around you and just as before, you couldn't refrain from laying your eyes on him. He was undoubtably real, except this time he was fully clothed in a tucked white dress shirt and pants, a belt tightly wrapped around his waist. He was even dreamier than before with his hair all done up and his fingers clad with shiny rings that hadn't caught your eyes before. You drew your attention away and slowly nodded, bringing the large blanket up to shield yourself from his eyes. He set the platter down on the nightstand with what looked to be a sweet smile and grabbed a little portable table to set just above your thighs. He neatly settled the prepared food onto it and seated himself at the end of the bed, motioning his hand for you to begin.

You were hesitant to eat anything he could've made at first, but you were more scared of him becoming mad, so you gladly picked up your spoon and began to chew on the nice noodle soup, it's brothy flavor feeling nice on your throat. You almost whimpered at the taste when you finished your very first bite, your eyelids shutting and your head titled back in sensation. "Good?" His deep, softened voice brought you back to reality and your head was nodding before you could detest anything of it. "For how mouthy you were this morning, you sure haven't said much at all." His words struck true as you thought back to the prior events, his seething words and your snooty comments that arises the anger in him.

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but you had caught me in a moment of weakness and I will forever regret it. I was taken against my own free will, without the ability to even fight for my freedom, and you think it's fair to treat me like a whore who "deserves to be punished" and was in quite a drowsy state of mind. You're a sick bastard whether you've been told that or not." You seemingly growled at him, but he didn't seem to be angered, let alone offended. With all the stillness and subtleness in the world, he answered;

"Yes, it may have been a moment of weakness, Ms.

Y/L/N, but when was the last time that that pretty pussy of yours was touched, hm? How long has it been since you've came by someone else's hand, or cock perhaps? Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me." And with that, he left you stunned (and regrettably horny), all alone in the same room you've been trapped in for who knows how long? Ugh, it was so angering the way he could flip what you say into something far from being similar to anything you were trying to argue.

But he was right..

Yes, it's been a rough couple years in the dating life for you. Though, it never had to do with "supply of men" because here and there, you'd get a little flustered by a handsome man wondering if you'd like to get coffee sometime. But you'd always sweetly decline and carry on with your day. You were a focused, driven person that had their mind set on nothing else but your arising business endeavors. You simply didn't want to begin a relationship because you weren't fully ready to give so much attention to one thing while you were too focused on another.

And being honest, men are very clingy. And mysterious..

His final little statement about "You're no stranger to me" really confused you. Had you met him before? Was he from your hometown? It was truly a mystery. Who's to say he wasn't some sort of stalker whose been following you for the past five years? But that sounds absurd. Why would such a handsome, dreamy, sexy— a'hem, man want to have anything to do with you? Whatever it is, you weren't exactly mad about it. Because just like earlier, when you were hazy and half asleep, you felt the same tingling and flutters right down to your core. He was so smooth with his words, it's hard not to fall to your knees and become his beckon call. Fuck, anytime you laid eyes on him, your body begins to writhe with shudders, creating that pooling sensation where your core throbbed the worst. A large part of you couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow, throw some sly comments at him or even try escaping, anything to catch his attention.

So before drifting asleep, your mind raced with loose plans and tactics for tomorrow, when you’d awake in the same room for presumably the third or fourth time.

-

Go time.

Initially, you had planned to sneak out only to anger him, but now that you were thinking about it, why not at least try to escape the clutches of the room and run away, hopefully home if you could.

You were missing it so much already, though you’ve only been gone for approximately thirty-two hours (maybe). But you were becoming bored with the view of absolutely nothing except gray walls and the one large painting on the wall. It looked like a countryside, a barn with a red roof-top and white siding while trees decorated the entire area around it. It was an odd picture to be put in this room, it didn’t really match the minimalist vibe the entire rest of the proximity put off. But anyway, it felt weird getting out of bed and twisting the handle on the door, and to your satisfaction, it opened with a faint click and you were finally able to be freed of this room.

The even more so frigid air smacked you straight between the eyes the moment you fully opened the door, it made your eyes water slightly. Taking the very first step out of the room, you notice that the walls in the long hallway are a powder color, which brought a weird grin to your face.

Those gray walls just weren’t doing the trick.

You slowly begin to tip-toe to the right of the entryway, looking in every direction possible. You didn’t really know if he lives alone or with others, but you were banking on the possibilities that there were others in the nice, freezing home.

Why the fuck does he keep it so cold?

You continued your slow, padding steps until you came across another door-less room; the kitchen. Thankfully there was no one in the huge kitchen, and your stomach jolted to the smell of just another soup, you just couldn’t recognize it. You almost scavengered for a spoon, but the faint sound of shallow footsteps corrupted your hearing and you b-lined straight to a cabinet, that happened to be a pantry once you were enclosed inside. Before entering, the pairs of footsteps let out a few hoarse chuckles and cackles, ultimately placing them as men. From what you could see in the tiny, barely visible crack, you could for sure make out who was standing directly left to the cabinet you were stuck in; the panty-dropping hottie from earlier.

You were just praying to God that he wouldn’t find you.

You took every breath as carefully and slowly as possible, not moving a muscle as the two men conversed, though it was muffled and incomprehensible. After what seemed like hours, you swore you heard a few goodbyes and a loud door shut. You wanted to sprint out of the damn tight-knit cabinet and run for your dear life, but you slowly opened the door and breathed in a large breath once you were finally free of your slight claustrophobic fears.

“Better run, sweetheart.” His deep, distasteful voice scared the wits out of you, which made your instincts ignite the moment he took a step closer to you. Before you knew it, your feet were pacing back and forth in long strides as your arms pumped up and down, though your blanked mind came to a loss on the directions out of the house.

This was it.

There was no way you’d make it out of here. He was obviously much faster and actually knew the layout of his own house, while you, on the other hand, had no damn clue where the front door is. So your heart sank deep in your chest when you felt his warm, muscular arms wrap around the entirety of your waist before you hand could even grasp an unknown handle that you were violently reaching for.

“Think you’re fucking smart, princess?” He whispers in your ear, carrying you away, presumably to your prior settings while you helplessly let him. You didn’t even thrash against him, or even attempt a kick to his groin.

You just.. let him.

“Fuckin’ lucky I don’t tie you up and spank your ass until it’s numb again.” He murmurs to himself, dropping you off on the same bed you’ve been sleeping and awakening in whilst he shuts and locks the door too. Just his little comment to himself made your mouth water and your pussy clench. It was hard enough being in such a close proximity with him.

Once testing the door to see if it was locked properly, he turned back to look at you with a cold, lustful stare that had you aching all over yet again. For someone that you don’t even know their formal name, you sure did have the ‘hots’ for him. In a flash, his shirt was off and his pants were unbuckled, the heat arising in your cheeks as he strode over to you in his nakedness. “Knees. Now.” He points to the floor below him, watching with demanding eyes. You, of course, reacted before thinking. You were on your knees in seconds and had your hands wrapped around his increasingly large girth. You really hadn’t looked at it before, you were honestly terrified to. But now that it was right in front of you and your fist was slowly pumping it, you craved it.

“Since you haven’t been very nice to Daddy, you’re gonna have to give him a little sweet treat..” He caressed the top of your head, looking down upon the sight of you stroking him made his cock jump slightly. With your own eyes in him, you ran your tongue along the protruding, red vein of his cock, suctioning off his tip like it was a straw. He threw his head back with a pleasured sigh as your warm and thick muscle made his erection grow. With a few internal encouragements in your head, you let your mouth intake more, slowly edging its way to his public bone. What you hardly couldn’t fit, you let your fingers glide over. His sharp intakes of breaths and groans had your own self a mess, and you almost wanted to creep your own two ‘flimsy’ fingers down there and relieve it.

You let your hands travel to his constricting balls, fondling them with the slightest of touches. He squinted his eyes and held himself back from coming right then, but it was too late. For his thick, hot ribbons of cum released all the way down your throat and to your chin.

He didn’t last long..

It unusually tasted sweet, compared to others who seemed to be sour and gummy. Though he was done and physically drained, you continued slow motions, only quickening them by the second. Overstimulating has and will always be one of your favorite kinks. To see someone shaking and aching from their own sensitivity made you all the more horny and sexually-frustrated. But the overstrung man put an end to the real quick, pulling you to your feet and shoving you back onto the cushiony bed where your comfy gown rose and his intense stare darkened.

“Don’t you make one fucking sound..”

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