#i want to cry but im too dehydrated for that :(

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sun, i am on my knees begging while typing rn. PLEASEEEEEE HURT DBF!SIMON BACK. he has hurt reader and gotten away with it tooooo many times

im kinda zooted rn but

beg more, sweet thing.

okok but im feeling mean rn and i do want simon to start regretting. i wonder if it’ll take seeing john price treating his girl right for him to snap out of it. imagine if he got blindsided. if simon assumed that you would never look for affection somewhere else, not because you’re unlovable—dear gods, you are the perfect girl—but because what you needed was someone like simon. someone older, someone who provides for you, who spoils you. but simon got complacent. he thought that sprinkles of affection are enough.

but they aren’t, are they? yes, the thrill had been addicting but you’ve gotten too soft. too in love. you’ve forgotten that this should have been temporary, forgotten that simon isn’t one for commitment. you thought you would continue to be trapped in that endless cycle of eating the scraps of simon’s affection; living off of a passion that gets easily snuffed out.

then, john came along. beautiful and rugged and ‘old man’ john. john whose eyes are a storm as they gazed at you; whose hands have never strayed closer, only swiping your hair away or drying the tears staining your cheeks; whose words are short and curt but gentle and soft, and you realized that the timbre of his voice fills you up with want.

john who strapped his helmet on yours and plopped you on the back of his harley before dropping you off at your dorm. john who didn’t ask for anything—not your number, not a chance to climb up with you to your room. he did not even ask if you were going to be alright—john knew you wouldn’t be, and he rather stay silent than ask you to lie to him.

you felt so out of your element as you stood there, trembling, looking at him.

“i-…thank you,” you said.

john said don’t worry about it. said don’t forget to drink lots of water because crying can cause dehydration, and don’t forget to grab a chew because he heard your stomach grumble on the ride home. you don’t tell him that you are starved for something else so you nod and climb upstairs to your room, thinking that was the last you would see john.

but john isn’t the type to let what he loves slip from his grasp so he began to fill your days. he’s always there when simon can’t—doesn’t—come, filling up the hole in your heart one fragment at a time. always there to distract you from the yawning in your chest. always there to listen to you, to watch you, to spoil you.

he smells of ozone and burnt rubber and petrol. he has weary lines on his face and unimaginable exhaustion buried within his irises. he has scars on his palms and his forearms and on his knees. and yet, he is gorgeous to you. so gorgeous.

john’s the one who tells you he loves you first. you don’t say it back. not yet. he understands.

then, simon confronts him. asks what he’s doing with you; why is he driving you around in his harley; why is he picking you up from uni.

why is he putting a wedge between you and simon?

john downs his bourbon and rumbles, “cause i love her.”

and simon fumbles because—

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Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k

Part 2/17

Tag list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore (if anyone else would like to be tagged with future updates let me know!)

“You poor thing. Sweet, mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do. It's already been done.” - Ethel Cain

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Nothing killed the mood like the growling of one’s stomach. When was the last time you ate? Yesterday morning? No, you hadn’t been able to stomach anything after Sky’s…had she died only two days ago? And her spirit, once trapped in the Hexcore, had you truly managed to free her? Your magic was greedy, it stood to reason it wouldn’t want to let her go - but you hadn’t the faintest idea how you could figure that out.

The cupboards were bare, not a single crumb or drop of water left in the house, and you had quickly run into a dilemma; Viktor wanted to venture out to find food, and more importantly water, but your body was weak and uncooperative. Your legs gave out as you tried to descend the stairs, landing on your backside as you slid the rest of the way down. Mortified, you’d tried to stand again, only for your knees to buckle and send you back to the floor. Viktor had fretted over you, descending the stairs behind you at an alarming rate, and you were sure that he would follow your path. But his new body was improved in coordination and stronger than yours. Once he’d ensured you were alright, your magic already at work to numb any pain, it became clear that neither of you felt comfortable leaving the other alone. But the dry, sandpaper-like feeling in your throat reminded you that water was essential for survival. Damn it.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go out there alone,” you insisted as he helped you sit up, his arm under your shoulder. “We don’t know enough about what I did to you, what if you get stuck out there? I won’t know where you are.”

“I’m aware of my capabilities, Milá. I will be back before you know it.” 

“You don’t know that,” you pressed, your voice hoarse from dehydration, “we’ve seen how unpredictable my magic is. It’s too much of a risk.” 

Viktor sighed, his metallic fingers gently squeezing your shoulder. "Milá, we don't have much choice. We can't both go in your condition, and we can't both stay here and wither away."

You knew he was right, but fear clouded your judgment. The memory of Sky's fate was still raw, a festering wound. Not to mention you’d almost lost Viktor as well.

"There has to be another way," you insisted, your voice rising. "We just need to think—"

In your agitation, you waved your hand and as you did, a shimmering distortion appeared in the air before you, coalescing into a large pitcher filled to the brim with clear, cool water. It hung there momentarily, suspended by some unseen force, before gently settling onto the floor between you and Viktor.

You both stared at it, mouths agape, minds struggling to process. The pitcher sat there, a perfect image of innocence and purity against the backdrop of dusk and muck. It was almost surreal, as if it had been plucked from the lab and dropped into this unexpected setting.

“Did I do that?” You inched towards the pitcher, suspicion wrinkling the skin around your eyes. 

“It wasn’t me,” Viktor offered unhelpfully, and you shot him an unimpressed glare.

With a hesitant and careful movement, you reached out to touch the pitcher, quickly retracting your hand as though it might bite when you hit the smooth surface.

Viktor’s eyes were full of sparkling curiosity as he observed the mysterious object. “There is only one way to ensure its safety.”

“Which is?” You’d barely gotten your question out before Viktor had snatched up the pitcher and brought it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed down a generous amount of the clear liquid.

“Viktor!” you shouted, panic crashing through you and the web of your magic pulsing its concern - a few squeals had you glancing around for those damned sparks, but they remained elusive.

He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to clear away any lingering droplets. “Human experimentation may be frowned upon, but it’s an exceptionally accurate test,” he remarked. “That and I was very thirsty.” 

“That’s not funny,” you hissed, snatching the pitcher from his hands and holding it close to your chest, your bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout. 

“It’s a little bit funny.” The corners of his mouth curved upward into a sly grin, causing a flicker of irritation to flare up within you.

“What if it’s poison? Just cause it looks like water doesn’t mean it is.” You sniffed the pitcher, the smell of the porcelain the only scent you caught. 

“Given that I’m still breathing, it’s safe to say that it’s at least not a fast-acting poison. I also trust you not to summon a jar of poison.” He gestured towards the pitcher. “You should drink, Milá. It is important for your recovery that you remain hydrated.” 

You were well aware of that, given how many times you’d burned yourself. And you were incredibly thirsty, your lips dry and cracking, your tongue feeling like it was made out of sand.

With a quick glance at Viktor, and then back to the pitcher, you lifted it to your lips and let the cool liquid flow down your throat. The refreshing taste brought relief to your parched mouth, and even if it turned out to be poison, you didn't care anymore.

When you finally lowered the pitcher, gasping for air, you noticed a secretive smile playing on Viktor’s lips.

"What?" you asked, copying his motion from earlier and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Nothing," he replied, reaching for the pitcher. "I'm just glad to see you looking more…alive."

You rolled your eyes, though that didn’t stop the affection that spread through your chest. As Viktor took his turn drinking, you felt a sudden pang in your stomach. Right, you were also starving. Water alone wouldn't sustain you for long.

Your stomach growled loudly, causing Viktor to pause mid-sip and raise an eyebrow. "I suppose water isn't quite enough, is it?"

Embarrassed, you shook your head. But you had an idea; if you could summon water, why wouldn’t you be able to do the same with food? Focusing on the space in front of you, you willed a plate of food to appear just as the pitcher had. You pictured a steaming bowl of stew, some crackers, and maybe even a slice of pie for dessert. Your brow furrowed with concentration, but nothing materialized.

"It's not working," you grumbled, your fists clenching - and swiftly unclenching when a spasm of pain made it through your numbing barrier and up your arm. 

Viktor set down the pitcher and scooted closer to you. "Perhaps we're approaching this the wrong way," he mused, his analytical mind already at work. "What were you thinking about when you conjured the water?"

You thought back to that moment, trying to recall your exact state of mind. "I was…scared. Worried about you going out alone. And I wanted there to be another way."

Viktor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And now?"

"Now I'm just hungry. And annoyed that it's not working."

Viktor chuckled, soft and patient. "Ah, there's our problem. Your magic responds to emotion, not just need. When you summoned the water, you were feeling protective, weren't you? You wanted to keep me safe."

You nodded slowly, beginning to see where he was going with this.

"So," Viktor continued, taking your hand in his, "let's try focusing on positive feelings. Think about how good it will feel to eat, how it will help us both recover."

You closed your eyes, letting Viktor's words wash over you. You thought about shared meals in the lab, and late-night snacks as you pestered him with questions that he never seemed to mind, the simple joy of eating with someone you cared about. As you concentrated on those memories, you felt a tingling sensation in your fingertips.

"Milá," Viktor's voice was soft and you leaned towards him instinctively. "Open your eyes."

You did, and there before you was a small feast: a tureen of fragrant soup, a loaf of crusty bread, and even a modest chocolate cake. Not exactly what you’d had in mind, but wonderful nonetheless. The sight and smell permeated the mildew of the old house, making it feel a little more alive and welcoming.

"It worked!" you exclaimed, reaching out to touch the bread, just to make sure it was real. The crust crackled under your fingers, still warm as if fresh from the oven.

"Remarkable." Viktor leaned in to examine the food more closely. "Your powers continue to astound me."

You couldn't help but beam at his praise, a warm flush creeping up your neck. But the growling of your stomach quickly reminded you of more pressing matters.

"We can study it later," you said, already tearing off a chunk of bread. "Right now, I'm starving."

Viktor helped himself to some soup, and you found yourself momentarily distracted by the way his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as he blew on the broth to cool it down. But your hunger would not be ignored for long, and you were quickly brought back to the task at hand.

You ate in comfortable silence, at the bottom of the steps, not bothering to move to a more suitable location - there really wasn’t anywhere else anyway. As the food hit your stomach, you found your sour mood vanishing beneath the warmth that rose at the sight of Viktor, alive and sort of well, eating with you on the floor of his childhood home. 

“I can’t believe you've been calling me Darling all these years and I never even knew.” You broke the quiet as you polished off the last bites of your meal, lightly nudging his foot with yours. “Who even does that?”

He smiled wide and brimming with affection, and you thought you may swoon from the sweetness of it all. “A besotted fool.”

A rosy blush spread across your cheeks and over the tips of your ears.

“Though, I must admit that I got a little flustered and used the wrong conjugation,” he said with a sheepish grin, a light red tinge running up his neck. “It should be miláčku, if I am using it to address you. Miláček would be used when talking about someone.”

“Oh,” you thought on it for a moment. “Well, that’s not too bad.”

He cleared his throat, finding a keen interest in the corner of the ceiling. “It is also, ah, a male term of endearment.”

You stared at Viktor blankly for a moment. Then, like a dam bursting, laughter erupted from deep within your chest. It started as a giggle, then grew into a full-bodied guffaw that shook your entire frame. Tears sprang to your eyes as you gasped for air between peals of laughter.

The absurdity of it all hit you in waves. Here you were, sitting on the dusty stairs of a dilapidated house, having just conjured a meal out of thin air, learning that the man you'd been pining after for years had been calling you by a male pet name this entire time. The juxtaposition of the profound and the ridiculous was too much to bear.

You clutched your sides, your ribs aching. You tried to speak, to say something witty or clever, but every time you opened your mouth, another bout of giggles overtook you.

Viktor's face flushed an even deeper shade of red. "I panicked," he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair. "But it could have been worse; my mother called broučku."

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you managed to collect yourself enough to ask, “What does that mean?”

He grinned, finally meeting your gaze. “Little beetle.”

You gasped, your eyes widening with delight. "Little beetle? That's adorable!" A matching grin spread across your face, imagining a tiny Viktor scampering about. "Oh, I can just picture your mom scooping you up and calling you her little broučku!"

Viktor's brow furrowed, his lips pursed in a mock pout. "I'm not a teeny insect, thank you very much. I'm a respected scientist and inventor."

You giggled at his indignation. "Even if you were the world's smallest bug, I'd still love you," you declared. "I'd build you a terrarium and everything. It would have little beakers and test tubes, maybe a tiny chalkboard for your calculations."

"Well, I suppose that wouldn't be so bad," he conceded, his metallic fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on his leg. "Though I must insist on proper ventilation.”

“Only the best for you, my little bug,” you crooned with saccharine sweetness.

Viktor's lips quirked into a smirk. "I’m shocked to find out that you could hold such feelings for an insect. I better not see you cavorting around with any of the spiders in this house. Some have particularly large backsides that I cannot compete with."

The mental image his words conjured was too much. You dissolved into another fit of giggles, imagining Viktor sizing himself up against a portly arachnid.

"I don't know," you managed between gasps, wiping tears from your eyes. "Those spiders are pretty tempting. All those legs, you know? Very sexy."

Viktor's eyebrows shot up, a look of mock horror crossing his face. "Milá! How could you? Here I thought we had something special, and you're off fantasizing about eight-legged womanizers."

You leaned in close, your nose nearly brushing his. "What can I say? I like my men with an exoskeleton."

Viktor's laugh was rich and warm and you revelled in it. But as it subsided, a comfortable silence settled over you both. The mirth lingered in your eyes, softening into something warmer, more tender. You found yourself studying Viktor's face, tracing the lines of his jaw, noting how the fading light caught in his amber eyes.

“You can call me Miláček or miláčku,” you said. “I like both, even if they’re technically meant for men. It’s just my name, regardless of its meaning. I don’t think anything else would fit at this point.”

"I'm glad," he said, barely above a whisper. "Though I think I prefer miláčku. It suits you better."

His metallic hand reached out, hesitant at first, then gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The cool touch sent chills down your neck, but it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, it heightened your awareness of how close you were sitting, your knees almost touching.

“It seems silly now,” you leaned into his touch, “to let it go unsaid for so long.” 

His smile softened, and you scooted closer, knees knocking together, needing to be near him. “I didn’t want to burden you with my impending death more than I already had.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist, leaning into his side. “You have never been a burden, Viktor.”

“Still,” he doubled down, “it didn’t seem fair of me to confess my feelings. I worried I’d only hurt you more in the end. You deserve to live a long and happy life with whomever you choose.” 

You paused, the slight crease of a frown tugging at your lips as you tilted your head upward. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the door, noticing the tension in his jaw as he deliberately avoided looking directly at you. “Do you blame yourself for this?” 

He pursed his thin lips, sighing as he looked towards his feet. “You were hurt during the explosion at the council that I attended, and then, to save me from my body’s failings, you endangered yourself, used the Hexcore and almost—“ he cut himself off, clamping his mouth shut. “Now, you’re stuck in the abandoned slums of the Undercity because I brought you here. I fail to see how that is not my fault.” 

With a flicker of playful familiarity, you mimicked a move he had frequently used on you. Gently, your fingers grasped his chin and turned his face to meet yours, a slight dip of your head allowing your eyes to meet his downcast gaze. You smiled almost shyly as you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, feeling the cracked texture beneath your touch. “It was my decision to save you and the rest of the council from the explosion, just as it was my decision to absorb the Hexcore to save you. And it is still my decision to be here with you. I don’t care where we are, as long as we are together. Don’t think for one moment that I regret getting more time with you. Besides, it’s not like either of us could go back to Piltover looking like this.” 

His lips parted, staring at you as though you hung the sun and the moon and scattered the stars across the night sky. “I appreciate you attempting to absolve me of my guilt, but I had a part to play in all this too.” 

He held your right hand in his, palm up as he traced the now healed - thanks to the Shimmer - burn scarring your skin. It had been the consequences of the first time you’d tried to heal Viktor with the Hexcore.

“Maybe,” you said nonchalantly, “but I don’t blame you for it.” 

“No, you blame yourself, which I would argue is not an improvement.”

“Then we will both have to work on absolving ourselves of guilt. It happened, and there’s nothing we can do to change that.” Easier said than done, but it was a start, if nothing else. “All we can do now is move forward and try to do our best.” 

“Wise words from a woman who only moments ago was pouting over potentially poisoned water,” he teased, brushing his nose against yours. 

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten that little stunt. You owe me for the mini heart attack you gave me.”

Viktor grinned, promise glinting in his amber-hued gaze. “I’m sure I can figure out some way to make it up to you.”

Your heart fluttered at Viktor's suggestive tone, but exhaustion quickly dampened any amorous intentions. You settled for nestling closer, breathing in his familiar scent as your eyelids grew heavy.

The days that followed blended together in a haze of rest and recovery. You found yourself able to conjure food and water with increasing ease, though you couldn’t figure out how to choose what you got. One morning, you woke to find a steaming plate of eggs benedict waiting for you, complete with a delicate sprig of parsley on top.

You and Viktor fell into a comfortable routine. During the day, you’d talk softly about everything and nothing, exchanging tender kisses that left you breathless. At night, you curled up together on the hard floor, but you didn’t mind it so much as long as you weren’t alone.

Your strength returned gradually as you recovered, and you found yourself able to make the trip up and down the stairs. You were thankful that the bathroom was on the second floor, though it wasn’t ideal. The plumbing was no longer functional, but you’d made do with a bucket and tried not to dwell on the less-than-ideal situation.

The hallucinations persisted, though none quite as terrifying as that first night. Occasionally, you'd see Sky's ghost watching you from the corner of the room, hear Jayce’s laughter or whispers from the Hexcore. But they were fleeting, like echoes of a fading dream.

Your magic continued its mischievous streak. One afternoon, you sneezed and accidentally turned all the dust particles in the air into tiny butterflies. Another time, you laughed so hard at one of Viktor's dry jokes that you cracked the bedroom door.

But as you grew stronger, Viktor declined. His movements became slower, more laboured. Dark circles deepened under his eyes, and his skin took on a sickly pallor. You caught him wincing when he thought you weren't looking, his hand pressed against his chest as if to hold something in.

He tried to hide it, of course, brushing off your concerns with a smile and a quip. But you knew him too well to be fooled.

“Viktor,” you said one night as you lay together on the hard ground, your magic refusing to conjure up anything but food and water - incredibly frustrating when what you really wanted was a simple tube of lip balm. “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what, exactly?” The words fell from his mouth with a practiced ease, but you weren't fooled by the casualness in his tone. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

You raised your hand off his chest, letting your magic poke and prod at the responding sparks that bounced off his metal skin. “The magic is fading, it’s not settling out. What I did was temporary, and the only way to do it again—“

“No,” he spoke over you, firm and tightening his grip around your waist. “I will not risk you like that.” 

“I will not let you die,” you countered. “Do you have an alternative?” 

His silence was answered enough. 

“Soraka said that if I pulled too much on the Hexcore her spell would unravel, but what if I only pull on it a little bit? I already fortified you, maybe it will only need some touch-ups.” 

He shook his head, and frustration rose like bile in your throat. “That is too dangerous. We don’t know the extent of the Hexcore’s influence; even a fraction of its power could be too great. And if it was fully unleashed, I fear the devastating effects it would have on you.” 

You flipped over, muscles tensing as you propped yourself up on an elbow and stared down at him with determined defiance. “And your death wouldn’t destroy me?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you weren’t finished. “I will not lose you, and I know you want to live too.” 

“I don’t want you to get hurt on my behalf again.” He reached for your cheek, but you slapped his hand away, your lips pulled back and teeth barred in a feral snarl. 

“No,” you growled, your eyes alight with a fury that may not have been entirely your own. “You promised you wouldn’t leave me. You promised.” 

“Miláček—“

“You don’t get to call me that when you refuse to let me help, Viktor.” You pushed yourself up, your knees pressing into the floor. 

He propped himself up on his elbows, following you, eyes wide as he struggled to find the right words to say. “Please, lay back down, allow me to explain.”

“No!” you shouted, surprising even yourself. The word reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, a mix of anger and desperation making it sound distant and close all at once. The buzzing in your ears grew louder, drowning out any rational thoughts as a surge of rage pulsed through your body, pounding against your skull.

With a quick, fluid movement, you stood up from the ground, your hands balled into tight fists at your sides. In front of you, Viktor crouched low, his gaze level with yours. His hand extended towards you, palm open, as if trying to calm a wild creature. When had he gotten up?

And when had that scorch mark on the wall behind him gotten there? 

“Don’t leave me,” you pleaded, voice thick with tears and aching desperation. You felt like a child throwing a temper tantrum, unable to comprehend anything outside of the agony that swirled inside, left without a proper outlet to express it. “Please, I can’t go through that again.” 

“I know, lásko,” he soothed in a velvety whisper. His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer to him as if wanting to protect you from the world. You followed, mesmerized by the rich timbre of his voice and the warmth of his touch.

“You wish to help, and I don’t want to deny you this, but as you worry for me, so do I for you.” 

That made sense, didn’t it? It was a fair assertion, one you could understand despite the buzzing in your mind. Sinking back to your knees, all but crumpling into Viktor’s embrace, you swallowed back the sob that threatened to escape, pushing it past the Hexcore’s presence that sat lodged in your throat. “I have to try.” 

“We may discuss this more in the morning, but I make no promises. You are too precious to me, miláčku, if we are to do this, it must be safe for you.” 

And you would make no promises either, for you could already feel your hold on the Hexcore had loosened ever so slightly - enough for its power to start leaking out of its cage, like wisps of smoke escaping through cracks in a jar.

“Okay,” you agreed for now, hazy even as you settled against him. “I’m sorry,” you added, “I didn’t mean to shout earlier, I was just suddenly…loud, like everything else in my head.”

He brushed a kiss against your forehead, soft and tender. The gentle pressure lingered, a wordless promise etched into your skin. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation. His fingers threaded through your hair, cool against your scalp.

Viktor's lips moved against your skin, not quite forming words. You felt the working of his throat as if he was trying to speak but couldn't find the right thing to say. Instead, he poured all his unspoken feelings into that single, lingering kiss.

Next Chapter

A/N: Sooooo turns out I've been using the Czech term for darling wrong, and I thought I should probably fix that. Special thank you to @veru-boom for helping me write it properly!

Let me know what you think so far! How do you feel about losing your mind 😅

Its probably gonna be a few days before I am able to update again, but wanted to get a bit more out!

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dallastexas dude how r u showing up to set and pretending to be okay

dallastexas im gonna grab food and come over to urs

— aubberieyaang PLS. Also water im so dehydrated

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[chai-berries]

i’m a little crybaby bitch & i just sobbed over a movie but all i could think about is being abby’s little crybaby gf & having her comfort me </3

sooo unfortunately/fortunately i am not a big crier when it comes to anything but one of my best friends is a happy/sad/bored crier and i’ve helped her calm down post cry a few times. she’s a true cancer <3 i’ll channel her into my thoughts.

im thinking of two scenarios, watching something sad without abby & watching it with her ⤵️

watching without abby:

she’d probably be working on something in another room when you decide to start a sad fucking movie. abby’s ears perk at the first sniffle, but she brushes it off cause it’s always allergy season. but when she hears you shakily breathe out “oh,,, my gOD” with your voice all broken and wet, she’s immediately sliding to a stop right outside the living room. you’re curled up with a huge blanket swallowing you, surrounded by snacks and your emotional support water bottle. she notes your wide, glossy eyes and coos “baby what’s wrong?” and you gesture at the tv, “she - she just loves her family so so much! and she couldn’t tell them before they died!” your voice is cracking around your words.

abby has absolutely no idea who “she” is but that doesn’t keep her from sitting down and pulling you into her side, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. “they’re just a - a great family” you stutter though tears. abby looks up at the tv and sighs. “baby, why did you chose the saddest movie on netflix?” you hesitate. “uh, i was up to the challenge?” “yeah? how’s it going?” she quirks a brow at you. you laugh wetly and abby mentally fist pumps. she presses a kiss to your temple. “okay, how about we watch something happy. ill refill your water.” abby gets up to go into the kitchen when she’s stopped by a tug on her back belt loop. you’re looking up at her, eyes less glossy but still not dry enough. “what?” she asks. “thanks for putting up with a crybaby for a girlfriend.” she picks up your hand from its place at her waist and brings it up to her lips. “anything for you sweet cheeks”

watching with abby:

“no, no, no, nah, not happening! abby, please tell me they’re not gonna do what i think they’re gonna do!” you pause the movie and shake abby’s shoulder, your face so serious in the light of the television. abby giggles and shrugs like a fucking twerp and nudges you to keep watching the movie. she tells you that “you’ll find out soon - keep watching” like she’s never, in all the time you’ve been together, been witness to the millions of times you deep dived imdb and wikipedia five minutes into a movie whenever it starts out with a sad scene.

you don’t do sad movies. and it’s for a good reason! you get all dehydrated and you look sick for hours afterwards!! it’s embarrassing and gross!! abby has witnessed it once and, like her father’s daughter, handed you a glass of water and pulled you gently into her arms, holding you until you got your breathing under control. and that was a week before you asked her out!! on your first date she told you that the crying thing made her want to “take care of you forever”… is it too obvious to point out that she soooooo got lucky that night?

however, in present time she might be sleeping on the couch for trying to get a depressing movie past you. she apologizes to you, tucking you under her arm. “i promise it’s gonna be worth your tears, okay?” she kisses your head. “and i always take care of my crybaby girlfriend, don’t i?” she kisses the same spot again. you relax into her side.

… sooo it’s safe to say you sobbed a whole lot at the end and completely soaked the front of abby’s shirt. you guys had shifted horizontal mid-movie, you laying on top of her. “i hate you” sounds a lot more honest when you’re not desperately clutching at the waist of the person you’re talking to. “but it was a good story, right?? aww i’m sooo sorry, baby,” abby rubs your back. she hands you your water bottle and chocolate before you even think to ask, like she always does. then, you begin the embarrassingly to you cute to abby process that involves sips of water, bites of chocolate, and your head following the rhythm of abby’s chest up and down as you match her breaths.

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no but really we all know abby will always comfort you even if she has no context to what you’re crying about! ride or die babyyyy

[faebunnyleap]

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[sordidmusings]

out of curiosity, what's the upcoming sir crocodile fics on your masterlist about? 👀✨️ no big deal if you want to keep it a surprise though, im excited!

Thanks for the ask!! The Croc fics are a comfort fic and a two part smut fic lol

And in case you’re interested, I just posted a separate Croc ficlet and headcanon thing How to Break Rules! It’s a request similar to the two part smut in that it’s about Croc being the one to say no kisses and the many ways that rule could eventually be broken.

For an idea of the comfort fic, here’s the first paragraphs:

Sir Crocodile was pissy and perturbed. He had awoken his least favorite way: to an empty bed that only held his own warmth. No matter how he shuffled his bulk around the expanse of the bed, he couldn’t find a hint of the comfort he needed to return to his slumber.

Now, he wasn’t always so demanding for a bed-partner, but he’s found himself spoiled for the last long stretch of months. Before then, his bed only knew a menagerie of fancies that would visit whenever he wanted to tend to his appetites. Then he sank his teeth in you and found every other taste wasn’t quite as succulent, as sweet, as savory, as addictive. He sought you out immediately, never wanting a bite of his favorite treat too far. Croc was taken aback when each time he savored you, you managed to naturally tend to his other hungers too, some he didn’t even know were so starved before you. His hunger for smooth domination, his hunger for a curious mind, his hunger for engaging conversation, his hunger for a companionable presence, and his hunger for genuine adoration. You offered him it all and so readily, and yet you’ve now slipped out of his bed and he needs to know why.

And then after that he searches and finds you Staring Into The Void because head won’t shut up at night and helps talk you through the fears and anxieties and insecurities you’ve been having in the blunt but leading way that Croc would. I feel like he’d be a good one for making you feel like your anxieties are stupid but you aren’t stupid for having them. More than mushy gushy sweetness, he’d guide you through the feelings until you feel comfortable letting go of some of the ones that don’t serve you. He’d be very grounding both in how sure he is and also with how touchy he’d be through the process so you know all of it is done in love and support, even if his words aren’t flowery and romantic.

And of course, he’d lean on the type of support and affection he’s comfortable in giving - physical and material support lol you want to be in your comfort room by the fireplace? Okay he’ll make you the comfiest makeshift bed on the floor of all the stupidly expensive cushions and blankets he has. It would be quite the grand sight cuz of course he needs to fit in it too. You’ve done a lot of crying but don’t worry here’s some water to help with the headache of it and to make sure you don’t wake up dehydrated. Stop fussing with the blankets he’s supposed to tuck you in 😤

A night that started with you feeling overwhelmed and lonely ends with you feeling safe and loved, Sir Croc curled around your back while you fall asleep in front of the dwindling fire. He makes sure to run his hands over you gently or play with your hair if you tense or your breathing picks up again from the remnants of your earlier distress. You even hear him hum gently to you because he knows how much you adore his voice. Just never let anyone know he does that or he may never do it again (that’s absolutely a fake threat as he can never deny you anything for long)

Now for the second!! This one was requested 🤍Instead of a full snip I’m gonna show some banter I’m working on for it lol the long and short is that you’re Croc’s advisor and are just about as dominant of a person as he is. This often leads to clashing egos despite the relationship overall being beneficial to you both. As tensions rise so does obsession. You decide to proposition him to let off some steam together but you give him one rule: no kissing on the lips. That’s only for those who are in love. He throws some rules back at you to try and balance the power dynamic and you accept them easily. Now how does it work out? Does it become a deliciously hateful fling or does it work so well that you two begin to see each other in a whole new light?

Now silly banter/arguing 👏🏻:

Reader: “You’re the one who hired me for my input”

Croc: “That was before I knew you found it fun to vex me”

R: “I don’t disagree with you because it’s fun, I do it because you need it to keep everything going smoothly”

C: “Are you saying I can’t run my own damn empire?”

R: “I’m saying you can’t run it without me”

C: “I can find a hundred argumentative brats running amok in this very casino; why do I need you?”

R: “Because I don’t do it to piss you off, I do it to help you! And you’re just as bullheaded as me; maybe you’re the brat”

C: “Watch it”

R: “Oh, I thought we were meant to treat each other as equals? You can throw insults my way but I send the same one back and it’s too far?”

Croc gets into your space to loom over you

C: “From where I’m standing right now you’re on much lower footing”

R: “Underestimating someone based on their size? I thought you were better than that.”

I hope you enjoyed the little peaks and that they live up to your expectations when I get them done! Thank you again for asking 😘🤍🤍

[lady-of-blossoms]

「 ✦ whispers of heartbreak 5✦ 」

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

WARNING!!⚠️: Rape, Forced abortion, bleeding, Angst.

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4

the next day when you wake up, you don’t get greeted by the disgusting sight of gojo and Rebecca, instead gojo sits on a barstool by the kitchon island.

"Gojo?" you say confused, as you walk over to the fridge to get yourself Some breakfast.

"Oh by the way gojo, where is rebecca-" you ask but get intereupted by gojo wrapping his arms around your waist intimately.

"Since her baby wasn’t mine there was no point of keeping her in this house. And talking about babies that arent mine, that pregnancy of yours, Abort it, since its not mine" he says as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you tense up, what the hell did he just say??? "what!? No !!" you nudge him off of you.

"YIN, You don't have a choice..."

you didn't have a choice did you now?, well it doesn't matter now anyways, because you aren't pregnant anymore.

You have no energy whatsoever, you barely eat anymore, and you refuse to talk to gojo, you just hate that you had to abort your first miricale baby.

As you sleep one day, in the middle of the night somebody crawls into your bed, the somebody being gojo, he unbuckles his belt and drags down his pants, he pulls down your panties.

"GOJO?, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?, DONT TOUCH ME!!” You scream

"Chill I’m not even doing anything…Yet" he smirks as he holds your wrists in place keeping you unable to move or do anything else than say stop and cry.

"GOJO, DONT YOU FUCKING DARE, IM TELLING YOU" you scream at him loudly, as you cry and struggle aimlessly to get him to let go of your wrists.

"If he could get you pregnant, than I can too, and nothing will stop me" he thrusts his length into you harshly.

"No…No!…NO!, stop I dont want this. WHY???” You scream as the pain shudders like lightning through your whole body, it hurts, when geto did it, he was much more gentle, but gojo didn’t even try to hold back.

he moans and groans as he thrusts in and out roughly “take that, hngh~, such a good fucking slut"

He moans out as he twists your nipple and thrusts harder.

Tears stream down your face harder than ever, you feel as if he is tearing you apart, why, what did you do to desserve this, the pain of the abortion still hurts, but then this on top, you feel as though you are being punished for something you did in your previous life, you cry, cry and cry, it hurts so much, it burns the only thing you can think about is the pain, is it normal for it to be this painful, probably not, but it doesn’t matter because gojo does it anyways, even though you say no and don’t give consent.

“Stop…stop…no…I don’t want to….why me?….no…consent…." Your words come out slurred as you pass out from the pain and crying.

When you wake up, he is asleep, either his cock still inside of you, you flinch as you pull him out and stand up, the concoction of blood and cum drips down your thighs and onto the floor, leaving a trail behind you as you walk to the bathroom. When you get to the bathroom you look in the mirror and all you see is bite marks, bruises, red crying marks on your cheeks and the concoction dripping down you legs, you throw up into the toilet bowl.

What did you do to deserve this, you keep throwing up until your wheezing and crying, you sit down on the toilet and put a pad in your panties, your not on your period but you don’t want anybody to see the pain and suffering your going through, so you hide it.

You put bandaids on your red and bleeding nipples and puts some clothes on, you walk into the kitchen and get yourself water, it doesn’t taste the same anymore, it used to give you meaning to life but not anymore, three days is what it takes to die from dehydration right?, well that’s a long time but it’s gonna have to go, from then on, no more water.

When gojo wakes up he groans as he feels the throbbing in his cock, he doesn’t understand why, he sits up he’s in your bedroom, he doesn’t remember why, he sees blood on his pubic hair, and he doesn’t remember why, he stands up and follows a trail of red and white stains on the floor, he doesn’t remember why, he hears noises from the kitchen, he walks in and sees you, you look broken with a big cut on the left side of your face under your eye, he doesn’t remember why.

"A-are you ok, Y/n?, what’s wrong?" He reaches out for your arm but you flinch and he retracts him arm back, he doesn’t understand or remember what he did or didn’t do

"You don’t remember do you, well then don’t mind if I drop a fucking bomb of information, you raped me last night, remember now?" You said in a hiss as you stare into his soul with your empty eyes.

Taglist: @qashmer @sukunaspillow @labelt-san

Rape prevention hotline

[kurtmustdie]

the candy i will give you depending on your favorite character/look gerard way played

Party Poison:

Absolutely based and ily, have something sour i know its your thing

Death:

you are an absolute bitch and i hope you trip in your heels, have some laced chocolate (i love them too this is 100% a self own)

Revenge:

You probably just want something really sweet and probably blood red because you want to lie in bed crying eating candy, have a bunch of jolly ranchers theyre all cherry you can get through this i love you

Hesitant Alien:

you are my favorite. have fun dip. i know your kind very well dont fucking snort it.

Current G:

youre either old or lactose intolerant either way have some caramel you deserve it for being based as fuck

Whatever the hell this was:

he looks like a supervillain that could kill me with a sneeze, um. thats probably your thing. in that case im giving you anti-horny repellent (its shark mace)

Teal roots:

Im giving you water you dehydrated fuck

Red Roots:

i fucking hate hot tamales but i love red roots gerard so im basically shooting myself in the foot here

Hot English teacher era:

i cant even combat your horniness with shark repellent just have some reeses and leave me alone

Bullets era:

you get the better peanut candy (if you have a peanut allergy im sorry)

yellow:

just know that my mother had to travel far and wide to find these at a random japanese hobby shop so youre getting the good shit right here. youre party poison likers love for sour food on steroids i fear you.

The one i forgot about (priest gerard):

fruity fish for a fruity bitch

[14dayswithyou]

hi saiiiint. batting my eyelashes at u rn. you know i love you loooooots right? :]

"tell me why this ugly mf gets so many nsfw posts" im here 2 change that not being shy abt it anymore!!!!! /silly

may i have some leon or jae nsfw crumbs♡ :] idm of you just do one or theyre unrelated or not i am DYING of dehydration over here 💔💔💔 missing my boyfs every single day of my LIFE okie mwuah i hope this doesnt die in ur inbox

✦゜ANSWERED: You say you love me but why do you kiss a picture of Jae n Leon every night before you go to bed!!!!!!!! Maple has taken my side of the bed!!!!! I'm sleepin on da floor with the rats and Ren!!!!!!

Leon

A pleasure dom/service top — though unlike Ren, Leon takes his own pleasure into consideration (yet prioritises yours).

Kinks include: outdoors/exhibitionism, praise kink (giving), and edging (giving and receiving).

Talks a lot during sex, but it's mainly him asking if you're feeling good, if you want him to speed up, if you need him to give you more stimulation, etc.

He has an incredibly sensitive neck and tongue, so capitalise on that if you ever wanna hear him whimper.

He occasionally has fantasies about doing it at the beach; either in one of the public changerooms or in a secluded area near the rocks.

Will 100% use toys on you if you're comfortable with it. Whatever makes you feel even better is A-OK in Leon's books. He also likes watching your face scrunch up in bliss.

Greatly prefers reverse cowgirl and doggy style because he's an ass man through and through

Jae

Fairly inexperienced with being a top, but he's more than willing to learn. Greatly prefers being on the bottom/receiving end for most things though

Kinks include: pet play (giving and receiving), oral kink (giving), voyeurism, and sensory play

He has sensitive inner thighs and likes to wrap them around his partner during intimate encounters. He likes having you close as you bottom out inside of him.

Often lets out breathy moans and incoherent mumbles of your name, but it can turn into full-on whines if you reach a certain spot.

Prince of surfing, king of blowjobs!!! Jae likes the weight, smell, and taste of dicks a lil too much :(

Would combust on the spot if you were to tie him up, blindfold him, and test out all of his senses one by one.

He'll let you put on a collar and/or leash him, but he's also more than willing to do the same to you in return. Call him a good boy as he ruts against your leg!!

If you give Jae head, he'll most likely cry /pos

[spnregular]

also do breeding kink fic :3

like they do on the discovery channel is the second fic i wrote for the fandom and is my single most popular fic for spn! im very flattered by the response i've gotten on it and was honestly soooo surprised that it was so well received. i mean there are so many amazing writers in this fandom that i never thought i would be noticed like this lol. ive posted the whole fic here under the cut, unlike my other commentaries, because it is fun and it's short (like 3.5k words)

I wrote this post-tonsillectomy so i was essentially on lean for two weeks. I got the idea for it when i was waking up one day, in a haze of pain and dehydration “cas should… cas should get dean pegant… or at least get to try…”

Cas was always shutting Dean up in bed. He didn’t even need any gags or sexy rules to do it. Fuck, he didn’t even need to tell Dean to shut up. No, Cas knew what to say to turn all of Dean’s casual flirtation, all of his showiest and cheesiest lines, into long, drawn-out moans and soft whimpers. Cas could have Dean gasping and unable to talk for hours without even trying.

“You’re so beautiful, Dean.”

“I’d fight my way through hell again and again for this.”

“I’ve never met anyone, anything, like you, in all my eons of life and death.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

“You’re mine.”

Cas knew how to take care of Dean. Through push and pull– long nights, hard talks, and soft touches– they came to understand how to tease pleasure from their bodies, leaving them both crying out and rent asunder.

Dean was no slouch. He knew that Cas liked it when he blushed, when he gave in. It was hard at first, really hard. But the look on Cas’s face every time Dean relaxed into a touch, when Dean let the soft thing between them flourish and unfurl? Not to mention the butterflies in his stomach, or the blush that would creep up his chest with every word. It was so worth it. So, Dean sucked it up and let Cas be sweet on him. Dean could think of a couple of things worse than having a sweet-talking angel in his bed, night after night. 

The thing was, the guy was always battin’ a hundred and there was nothing Dean could do about it. Even when Cas was off his game, saying some weird shit, Dean kinda got off on it. Dean knew that Cas didn’t expect anything back, he just wanted Dean comfortable in their bed and in his arms. But sometimes– sometimes Dean wondered if he could do that for Cas, too. Make him feel special, get him hot and dumb crazy. 

So this is sort of my response to most destiel fic being made after 2020. Im a deangirl, i eat this shit up and i do believe that cas is doing all this (the praise kink, the service topping) for dean in a post canon world. BUT… i think dean would want to return the favor. Dean likes knowing that he can make people happy, he likes to please. I think Dean would start feeling some kinda way if he couldnt give it back.

Tonight was nothing special– middle of the week, still before 9PM, meaning they would have time to catch the late night M*A*S*H reruns. Sam and Eileen were out on a hunt, Jack was off doing Heaven shit, and Cas was buried to the hilt into Dean’s ass, the both of them splayed out on their bed.

Dean had a leg thrown over Cas’s shoulder and one curled around his waist. Cas’s face was buried into Dean’s collar bone, nipping and biting, exactly how Dean liked it. His arms and hands— Christ, his fucking hands— were wrapped around Dean so softly, so tenderly. Like Dean wasn’t some six-foot, killing-machine. Like Dean was something worth caring for. Dean’s stomach swooped hard when their eyes locked and he saw Cas thinking exactly that. Those otherworldly blue eyes, unguarded and hooded with lust, dazed with admiration. Dean bit his lip and squeezed his thighs around Cas, causing those same eyes to flutter shut in unabashed pleasure. 

“Dean,” Cas gasped his name as though it were an exalted prayer, “Dean, you feel so good. So good, for me.”

How the fuck was Dean supposed to keep up with that?

W-when destiel is i-in luv……… !!!

Dean moaned and turned his face away to mouth at Cas’s wrist. He screwed his eyes shut and focused on the feeling of the connection between their bodies, the slick friction of Cas fucking into him hard. On each thrust, Dean let out a grunt or groan, unable to keep any of it in. It felt like Cas was trying to do more than just fuck Dean, like he was trying to—

“Oh, fuck, C-Cas,” Dean choked out, “You tryna knock me up, pal?”

Cas gasped– his hips stuttering, losing their fine tuned rhythm. 

So you know how cas just doesnt expect that he gets to be happy? Well he’s REALLY not expecting dean to just randomly guess the horny nuclear codes to his brain.

“Cas?” Dean asked, blearily, blinking his eyes open slowly. Cas was breathing hard over him, his sides expanding wide with each breath, like great wings flapping slow.

Cas moaned, his eyes heavily hooded, hips still grinding deep into Dean. 

He gathered Dean in his arms, pulling as far as Dean’s hips would allow. Cas bit down gently into the crook of Dean’s neck and groaned. Dean’s stomach swooped low and he hissed in pleasure from the feeling of Cas’s teeth grazing against him like a promise. 

Cas pulled Dean up to his chest, holding Dean up against the headboard. Dean braced his arms against it, though he knew Cas could handle him. Every muscle in Cas’s body seemed taut, poised and directed to the one purpose of fucking Dean. Dean licked and bit his lip, trying to dampen the need and want to lick every long line on Cas’s neck, his chest. Cas practically snarled at him, pushing Dean hard against the headboard and crushing his lips in a sloppy kiss, biting and licking. Dean gasped into his mouth, from pain and pleasure, his eyes almost crossing. Cas was relentless. 

When Dean’s eye refocused, the look on Cas’s face threatened to take his breath away all over again. His face shone with sweat in the low lamp light and his mouth hung open, color high on his cheeks. But his eyes– his eyes were focused on Dean, unwavering, cataloging every move Dean made, every twitch of his body. When their eyes met fully, Dean’s heart threatened to pound out of his chest. 

“Angel,” Dean rasped out and moaned, a smile and spit scrawled all over his face, “You seem… kinda excited.” A real pot and kettle moment— Dean’s dick hadn’t been this hard in a decade.

So ive said this before i love when cas loses control over dean. I love that dean is his special brain button. AND i am first and foremost a monster fucker, so i like when cas is clearly not human and has an inhuman appetite for all things Dean Winchester. Also, dean dick issues moment.

Somehow, Cas’s face turned even redder, his blush bleeding down onto his heaving chest. Cas groaned again into Dean’s shoulder and thrust into Dean with such fervor that Dean threw his head back, almost painfully into the wall. Cas kept going, his hips bucking erratically like he couldn’t help himself. He placed one hand on Dean’s hip and squeezed hard— Dean knew there’d be a bruise tomorrow.

This felt new.

So i love reading kinky shit abt destiel but man do i think they are wont to fall into the rhythm of one two three fingers cock. Mostly bc dean (while a cnc queen) honestly kinda likes it. He likes the familiarity of getting dicked down by someone he actually wants to want him. Not to call dean vanilla bc he isnt, but he is a creature of comfort. So when he accidentally sets off something new it’s noticeable. 

“That a yes?” Dean smiled and asked, his hand coming up to run through the sweaty hair on the nape of Cas’s neck, “You like that idea? You wanna knock me up?”

Dean’s chest heaved against Cas, feeling Cas’s loud moan more than hearing it– their bodies were so, so hot, so slick everywhere they touched. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, hands trailing up and down Cas’s spine. He rolled his hips down onto Cas’s dick, spurring Cas further into action.

Dean grunted, trying to even out his breathing. He wanted to see where this would go, see exactly what this was doing to Cas, shame be damned. He whispered hot and heavy into Cas’s ear, “C’mon, angel, you wanna fill me up?”

Dean is eager to please here and yeah he’s letting horny brain win over.

Cas made a choked noise and pressed his nose hard into Dean’s neck and inhaled. Dean let a shiver roll through him at the feeling of Cas’s breath on his neck. Cas’s thrusts picked up speed, heady intention building up faster and faster.

“Dean,” Cas rasped, “C-Can I, Dean?” His voice was so tight, so low. 

Dean nipped at Cas’s ear, “You want to?”

Dean pulled back to run his nose along Cas’s, relishing the feeling of their mixed breath. Cas breathed hot against him and nodded fast.

Dean’s eyes widened when Cas pulled back to look at him. His fucking eyes— they were focused, pupils blown… They were fucking glowing. 

“Cas?” Dean licked his lips, his own eyes wide with shock.

Cas’s eyes locked onto Dean’s tongue and from there they were both lost.

Horny monster brain take over… while im writing this commentary im sort of thinking about how angel possession only requires one instance of consent and then you’re kinda locked into it…. Makes u think…! 

Cas claimed Dean’s mouth again, his tongue thrust so far into Dean’s mouth. Dean’s eyes rolled back into his head and all he knew was Cas’s hot mouth and big hands. Dean moaned into the feeling, letting it wash over him, slow and warm like liquor, when Cas pulled out of him abruptly.

“H-h—“ Dean didn’t get a word out until he was being manhandled face down into the bed, hips aloft to present, dick dripping and hanging under him. Cas fell into place over him so fast, Dean barely had time to mourn the loss of his presence.

Cas growled as he bit the shell of Dean’s ear gently, his hand running down the cleft of Dean’s ass. Dean was so loose—they were just fucking so hard— he wasn’t sure where Cas was going with this. Nonetheless, Dean hummed in satisfaction when Cas stuck his fingers deep in Dean, pumping fast. Dean could still feel Cas’s dick, hard against his ass, rubbing as Cas rutted into him. Dean whined and canted his hips even higher, clearly letting Cas know what he wanted. 

Cas panted in Dean’s ear, pushing Dean’s hips back down. He braced his forehead against Dean’s shoulder and pulled his fingers out to spread Dean’s ass wide. Dean balled his fists into the sheets of the bed, biting back what would have been an embarrassing sound. Some good it did him— he still moaned like a fuckin’ girl when Cas slid back into him, fast and easy and big.

Dean is always moaning like a girl when cas fucks him good btw. He can have a diff gender in bed, as a treat. 

Cas moved quickly, thrusting in and out of Dean like the rent was due. Cas hooked one forearm around Dean’s chest, his hand splayed across Dean’s collar bones, almost possessive of his neck; the other hand gripped Dean’s waist, holding Dean so firmly in place. Dean was at a loss— there was no keeping up at this point, no moving, no fucking back. Just a question lingering in the back of Dean’s mind.

“You gonna breed me, sweetheart?” Dean asked. He knew the answer but he wanted to feel it, wanted it dragged out of Cas until the guy couldn’t do anything else.

Obsessed with his angel… I think it’s fun when Dean gets to control Cas. Dean also likes it, he likes being the one to steer Cas. And (I think it was in Then Comes the Rain, “the angel likes a direct order”) Cas likes it when Dean directs him. Even in this state of lost in the deanpussy sauce, he’s doing what dean is goading him into and it’s wild, it’s crazy.

Cas fucking snarled behind him and fucked into Dean even harder. Dean gasped and winced. How was Cas so big? It’s never felt like this before. Sure Cas was big, a fact which Dean was consistently grateful for, but this? This felt unreal, like some cartoon porn shit.

Cas squeezed Dean’s hip so rough, adjusting Dean against his thighs and wrapping one of his hands around Dean’s neglected dick. The other pinched at Dean’s chest, teasing even after Dean hissed, long and loud, from overstimulation. Cas was doing so much, all at once. Dean didn’t know what he was feeling anymore, each sensation bleeding into the other, all of it so Cas. He tried to focus on how Cas’s hand pumped him fast, rough and hard on his dick, the hand on his red and swollen nipples. His hole was stretched so wide and he felt so full, Cas hitting right where Dean wanted over and over again. Dean was moaning, mouth hung open, spit falling from his lips. Each pump, each thrust threatening to make Dean overflow.  

Dean felt like he was being cleft in half and he, honestly, did not give a shit. Cas had never felt so big, so strong before. The guy was three inches shorter than Dean, but in that moment, he might as well have been the fucking Chrysler building. 

“Cas, baby, fuckin’ do it,” Dean was honest to god babbling, “Knock me up, sweetheart, give it to me. Give it to me hard.” Dean kept talking through it, through the moaning, the hard pounding. Cas pushed Dean’s face into the bed and folded himself over, keeping their bodies flush against each other. Dean’s hands were scrabbling behind him, clawing at any part of Cas he could reach, hairy muscled thighs, corded arms, thick neck. He settled for reaching back and knotting a hand in Cas’s hair, curled from sweat. 

“Harder, Cas,” Dean panted, his voice muffled by the pillow on one side and the wide span of Cas’s hand on the other. It hurt a little now, they probably needed more lube, but it was too good. Dean couldn’t believe any of it: this shit coming out of his own mouth or the way it seemed to drive Cas nuts, “Knock me up, I wanna have your babies, do it, do it.”

Does dean think about being pregnant sometimes? Does he think about Cas getting him pregnant while theyre fucking? Haha well. Hits you with my gender beam. 

Cas’s hand on Dean’s dick worked faster, his wrist twisting how Dean liked, and Cas’s teeth came down hard Dean’s delts. Dean shouted loud from the dual feeling, knowing the trickle down his shoulder wasn’t sweat. He came all over Cas’s hand and the bed below them with a shout.

Cas pushed Dean’s face further into the pillow, still plowing into him hard. Dean couldn’t talk like this, choosing to make do and moan through the lingering effects of his orgasm into the pillow. He turned his head to the side and caught Cas’s gaze, eyes still glowing, and groaned.

Cas’s eyes were so heavily hooded and his mouth hung open. He was close— they’d been doing this often enough that Dean knew when he was close, even like this. Dean moaned at the sight of him, his flaccid dick twitching in interest. Flushed skin, glowing eyes rolling back into his head, all control gone, gone, gone. He wasn’t twenty anymore, but he also wasn’t immune to the sight and feel of the sex-crazed angel he was in love with. Didn’t help that Cas was still fucking into him at an angle that had tears beading in his eyes.

Dean moaned Cas’s name when Cas came, feeling him stiffen and shake. Cas’s arms came around Dean so tight and whispered Dean’s name so soft. Dean blushed as Cas collapsed onto him, Cas nuzzling into Dean’s neck, whispering in Enochian.

Two things i like in porn: soft dicks floppin around and knowing when your partner comes. The soft dick is, well, this is dean whiskey dick winchester. It doesnt always work but also… dean is okay with that… And the knowing when Cas comes thing is just schmoopy romantic stuff. :) destiel in love…

Cas rolled his hips slowly, experimentally, a few times, as they sank onto their sides into the bed, sighing and breathing heavily. Dean couldn’t believe the noises still coming out of him as Cas did so, his body still rocking in time with Cas. He felt Cas’s come leaking out of him, squelching with each little movement from either of them. Cas threaded their fingers together and brought one of Dean’s hands back to his lips, still whispering in Enochian, kissing each digit lightly.

“You, uh,” Dean gasped out, blinking the tears from his eyes, “You gonna share with the class?”

“Hm?” Cas didn’t seem to notice, his attention focused on pressing kisses into Dean’s hand and the back of Dean’s neck.

Dean shivered, “What’cha talkin’ about?”

“You.”

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed, his face heated, “Alright, well. You wanna at least tell me what that was all about?”

“What, Dean?”

“You hulkin’ out on me? What I was sayin’, seemed to really get you going,” Dean asked, turning his head back to Cas. He couldn’t seem to turn all the way around. Cas was still hard inside him, “I mean it was hot as all hell but, uh…”

“Yes, Dean?” Did Cas sound… unsure?

“Are you still packin’ heat back there, man?” Dean asked. He still felt so full and Cas’s length was so hot inside him. The feeling made his mouth water though he knew he needed to rest.

“I, uhm, yes, Dean,” Cas said. 

So this is something that cas thought would never come up, like you couldnt have tortured this fantasy out of him. But of course, dean’s gotta know everything, ur not supposed to keep stuff from him!!!

Dean’s mouth suddenly went dry and his dick twitched again. He breathed through his nose twice before responding, “Explain it to me like I’m stupid, man. You fuckin’ me again? I gotta warn you, I’m not gonna be the most exciting lay without some water and a little somethin’ to eat.”

“Dean, you would always be the most exciting—“

“Cas.”

Cas sighed, “I didn’t think it was possible in this vessel, in my current state, but what you said, I’ve thought about more than a few times and it was sort of unexpected—“

“You liked the knockin’ me up stuff, huh?” Dean asked, a smirk painted all over his face, “You think about it?”

Dean feeling like he’s just gotten a good grade in sex, he’s very normal

Dean felt Cas’s sigh more than he heard it, “Yes.”

“Well, why do you pull out and we can talk about it?” 

This wouldnt be kink negotiation btw this would just be dean putting cas under a microscope for a second

“I— I can’t do that, yet,” Cas said.

“Excuse me?” Dean asked and attempted to roll his hips off Cas. When met with resistance, they both hissed and moaned, over sensitive. Dean settled back against Cas in resignation, confusion tightening his body, “Cas, buddy, you know I’m ride or die, but I’m gonna need to know what’s going on here.”

“The idea of impregnating you,” Cas began slowly, “While not something feasible, I find highly stimulating.”

Dean waited for him to continue. When it seemed no response was forthcoming, he pressed, “And?”

Cas huffed behind him, “And, being presented with the idea mid-coitus, prompted an unexpected, angelic physiological response, causing the base of my penis to swell.”

“J-Just the base?”

“Yes,” Cas said, “Like… a knot.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dean muttered under his breath. His skin was starting to itch from his drying sweat, “So, uh, how long is this gonna take?”

“Given that we lay still, it should recede within minutes.”

“Lay still?” Dean asked, “You mean if I move, this thing will keep going? Like forever?”

“I do have some physical limitations, Dean,” Cas said, “The longest I’ve heard it lasting was at most a few days. If Balthazar is to be believed, that is.”

In my perfect world balthazar is back and sucking and fucking with the best of them…

“Days?” Dean choked.

“Don’t worry, Dean,” Cas said, rubbing his arm, “Using my grace, it shouldn’t be long.”

“‘Kay,” Dean said. It wasn’t so bad, he supposed– still feeling full of Cas, Cas’s body pressed flush against him, his fingers trailing meandering lines up and down his arm. He leaned back into the touch, the action causing their hips to move slightly. Cas hissed behind him. 

It wasnt so bad… me when i lie… this is the best for dean. Cas is literally attached to him!!! Cannot leave!!! Yippee, wahoo!!

“Dean,” Cas breathed out, “Please.”

“Oh, sorry,” Dean said, stilling in Cas’s arms. They lay together breathing slowly, legs tangled and Cas’s breath on Dean’s neck, “It was really hot, though.”

“Hm?”

“You kinda lost it, Cas,” Dean huffed out a laugh, “I dunno, you’re always so smooth. It was kinda nice to see you… let loose.”

Cas pressed a kiss to Dean’s shoulder, “I’m glad you were able to derive pleasure from my lack of control.”

“I can’t see your face right now, man, but you better not be having a pity party while you’re still balls deep in my ass,” Dean said, “I’d wanna do it again. Maybe with a little more lube, though.”

Cas’s arms tightened around him, “That is reassuring.”

Another moment.

“So,” Dean said, trying hard to keep it casual, “You got baby rabies or something?”

“Baby rabies?”

“You wanna have another kid?” Dean explained.

“Oh,” Cas replied, “No, Dean, I am quite happy with our family structure as it is.”

Dean let the warm feeling of Cas saying ‘our family’ wash over him before responding, “So, the knockin’ me up stuff that’s just… for fun?”

Housewife dean… also hearing that cas is like “fine” with everything that went down is such a balm for dean lol, there is no war in ba sing se u kno….

Cas paused, “Yes.”

“That’s kinda kinky, Cas,” Dean smiled, his eyebrows raised, “And you think about it?”

“I like the idea of,” Cas paused again, “Laying claim to you. From the inside.”

Dean flushed and his dick twitched, “Yeah?”

“The idea of you carrying a fetus I sired,” Cas whispered into Dean’s neck, right over the bite mark, “The way it would grow and people would know that I’d had you, like this.” His breath grew heavier, his hand trailed up Dean’s arm to touch the base of his jaw, “Arouses me.”

Dean shuddered, his back arching slightly, “Yeah, yeah.” There was no way he was getting hard again, not so soon, but hell if what Cas was saying didn’t sound compelling.

The thing abt destiel is that they both like to be Owned and to Own. A mutual marker of ownership or partnership is so sexy to them.

Suddenly, Cas pulled out. They gasped in unison from the dry pull of it, Dean wincing and gasping. Cas kissed an apology into his shoulder and raised his hand, presumably to grace away the evidence of their night. Dean grabbed Cas’s hand fast.

“Wait, uh,” Dean swallowed. Fuck, he really did need water, “How’s that bite lookin’?”

“It is… very deep, Dean,” Cas said, “I’m very sorry, allow me to heal it.”

It felt deep. And it ached. Throbbed even. 

“No, that’s, that’s okay,” Dean said and turned over to face Cas, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, “I like it.”

Theyre gonna stare at that nasty bruised thing for hours btw.

Cas’s nose flared and his eyes darkened. He moved in fast to kiss Dean,  his hands coming up to cradle Dean’s head. Cas kissed him long and slow, teasing Dean’s lower lip between his teeth, sliding his tongue so far inside. Dean moaned into the kiss and breathed hard through his nose, powerless against the feel of Cas’s mouth. 

When they broke apart, Dean watched as Cas’s eyes raked over him, eyes lingering on the bite mark. He smiled and tapped Cas’s thigh.

“Alright well, you can at least grace clean us up,” Dean said, “I’m like sore, dude, you really got deep in there. Leave the bite.”

Cas’s expression turned downright smug before he waved his hand, cleaning them up in an instant. Relief came over Dean sweet and easy, like it always did when they were like this. What followed was soft touches, quick kisses and whispers, and feelings pouring out of them.

“C’mon,” Dean pulled away, “I wanna catch at least one episode before we try again.”

“Try again?” A line appeared between Cas’s brows.

“Yeah, man,” Dean smirked as he rose from the bed to reach for his robe, “I don’t think baby making always happens on the first try. Gotta keep at it.” He winked as Cas swallowed heavily, blue eyes wide.

They don’t make it through the episode. 

In my mind, they fall asleep on the couch with Cas’s knot still in dean bc WHY would they separate from each other????

[khaoala]

HOLY FUCKING FUCK BALLS SHIT DICK FUCK!!! This episode was more heartbreaking than the last one, I am sitting here bawling. I am typing through the literal tears falling down my face.

Finding out that four & wa are inevitable in any timeline? 10/10. good shit. ultimate soulmates

Finding out that their inevitability is what causes vivi to die in every timeline!? RUDE. UNFAIR. HOMOPHOBIC!!!!

Four….she’s just the fucking best. Like I can’t even put into words how much I love her. And her willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for wa and vivi ahskskalahdkdj that’s all I got right now. She bought apartments in numerous cities just so wa (and her im assuming) had places to stay while she traveled for work. SHE WAS READY TO MOVE HER COMPANY TO WHEREVER WA NEEDED TO GO FOR WORK. I’m so emotional

-🤫

I must hate myself because I re-watched that last scene maybe five times before replying this.

Listen, Wa has such a small body, and she ends an episode crying just to cry more at the beginning of the other. MY GIRL IS GOING TO DEHYDRATE SOMEONE MAKE HER STOP CRYING. I felt so sorry for FourWa, of course, they both carry so much guilty inside for feeling responsible for Vi’s death, but I felt really sorry for the dad. Of course, him leaving an infant and a what? Four-year-old behind was a little 🤨, but also imagine how much pain this man must have gone through seeing his youngest daughter die multiple times and despite having powers to turn back, he’s still incapable of keeping her safe.

Vi told Wa: Four is your soulmate.

Us when FourWa keep meeting in every timeline: *shocked pikachu face*

Truly, they are meant to be, they complement each other, and they are my everything. WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOUR BOUGHT APARTMENTS IN EVERY PLACE WA HAD TO BE STATIONED AT? JUST SO THEY COULD BE TOGETHER COMFORTABLY. I MEAN, I say this with Affair and WanPleng, too. I want a rich girlfriend to pamper me as well (not that Wa needs it, of course, being a prosecutor of all things, my girl is successful!) They just love each other so much, and I felt so sorry for them, my heart broke along with Wa’s when Four explained her plan with Wa’s dad. Four’s love language really is acts of service, and she tries so hard to cater to what she believes Wa needs, I wanna cry.

Also, just a thought, Wa’s dad said that time travelers can turn back in time, but that doesn’t reset their lifespan, so if Wa is going back, does that mean her lifespan is shorter since she already lived those ten years? And how will she remember things? And why is Four not going to remember (I assume because of the trailer). How does the time travel thing work if it’s her dad going back in time? (since Wa wasn’t aware of all of time he travelled to the past before?) Many questions and there’s only next week, I will die.

[trickstarbrave]

thing 2 is gone

im sorry little girl. i did all i could

im gonna miss you trying to swim when you're eating. im going to miss how loud you used to cry. im going to miss your pretty coloring. you would have been a really cute cat if you could have grown up.

its too dark to bury her right now so i had to put her in a box in the fridge. i feel even worse bc its cold in there but i dont want her to rot.

im gonna call the vet in the morning about thing 1. maybe a vet assistant would be able to foster her instead. the assistant would be able to give her an IV if she gets dehydrated. if not i will have to do what i can with thing 1 and hope she makes it

[asher-agere]

may i please request fyodor with his adopted daughter (from another culture) who regresses very tiny or has vent regression? So sorry for this ik its kinda embarrassing.

if its too much im asking for feel free to simplify it to just fyodor with a daughter, also feel free to ignore the request if needed, i understand its kinda specific.

Thank you for your time T_T

I can absolutely do that! No task is too difficult for me to write! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ I also saw your other request and that’s a smart suggestion! I’ll keep it in mind for if you do future requests hehe, but I wanna write for all these amazing requests! No matter how specific!

Caregiver Fyodor + Adopted Foreign Vent Regressor Daughter

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✮ Fyodor would hate seeing his little one upset. He wants to be in control of everything, if he can’t control whatever’s upsetting his little one then he’s not pleased. So he’ll control everything he can! He’ll keep his daughter in a comfortable environment, bringing her everything she needs. Blankets, stuffed animals, snacks, soothing lights, music, anything that could possibly be needed!

✮ Fyodor would never want to leave his little one alone. I’ve said before that I don’t think he’d be strong enough to pick someone up, he’d hate that fact as he watches his baby crying. However he’ll always try to coax her into leaning against him! Leaning on his shoulder, laying in his lap, any way that he can comfort her, he wants to do it!

✮ Vent regression can be scary, but he does everything in his power to make it comfortable for her! He’ll locks the doors to wherever they are to show her it’s just them, no one else can bother them, but they can unlock the door if they need out of course! He’ll just try to eliminate all stress factors he can to keep his baby comfortable and safe

✮ Vent regression can be a lot of crying, but he doesn’t mind! He’ll rub his daughters back as she sobs, then as she eventually calms down he’ll gently coax her into drinking some water! He doesn’t want her getting dehydrated from all the crying. Likewise I think if they know she’ll be dropping soon he tries getting her to drink water beforehand, they know crying will be coming. But they don’t always get a chance to do that part, and that’s ok!

✮ I think Fyodor would try learning her native language! (Only if she knows it of course). Fyodor is not good at learning languages, but he still puts in the effort! Especially if it’s for his darling daughter. He’ll use pet names native to her language and try learning some common phrases and questions! If someone is in a state of panic it can be nice to revert back to the language they’re the most comfortable with! (Coming from someone trying to learn Spanish. If I get anxious I can’t think anymore ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡)

✮ Likewise I think he’d also try teaching his daughter Russian! If someone is panicking, sometimes a distraction can be the best bet! He’ll calmly say a word in Russian and wait for her to speak it back in their common language! Not thinking about anything to do with what’s stressing her out. Or he’ll say a word and have her point to it! He’s adaptable to a non-verbal baby!

✮ I think Fyodor would try incorporating his daughter’s culture as much as possible! The familiar is comfortable, and he wants her to be comfortable! He’ll try to make snacks based on the culture, perhaps even prepare juice or milk differently. He doesn’t care if there’s a juice that’s super hard to find and really expensive, he’ll buy it! He’ll try decorating the safe room based on the culture, but plushies based on it. Everything in his power! The baby must be comfy!

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That’s all for my thoughts hehe. This was fun to write! My caregiver is actually from a different culture than I am so I was able to project a bit into this! Though I prefer my caregivers culture over my own, so I didn’t project that part hehe. I hope I’ve proved that no request is too specific! So keep them coming!