#i was like on the floor crying it was so cute

[trippinsorrows]

dreamland: the wrong one

authors note: i’m still focused on finishing up ltye, but i got this ask, and i had to make this happen 😭

warnings: angst, bullying, and violence amongst children

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words: 4.3k

Something is wrong.

Call it a hunch, a gut feeling, or just a mother’s instinct, but the moment Solana accepts a call from her kids’ school and hears something has happened with Leya, she knows something is wrong. Because she’s received calls like that before, more than she’d like to admit, most of them regarding Leya having an episode with her OCD.

But the majority of those outreaches also come from Leya herself. She uses her cell phone to call or text Solana, Roman, or usually both of them, that she wants to come home. Then comes the call from the school.

But, there’s no contact from Leya this time. Nor does she answer Solana’s call or text, which is how the wife of the Tribal Chief knows that something is wrong.

And the moment she steps foot into the office, ignores the attempts of the dean of the school, Dean Webber, to catch her before she sees Leya. Solana isn’t having it. She heads straight to the nurses office, immediately stopping in the doorway, her chest tightening to an instant, uncomfortable degree. 

“Oh my God….”

The nurse, Nurse Dixon is tending to a crying Leya. Leya, who sits on the table, face red, a dark, publish bruise around her left eye, cut on her cheek, and the left side of her lip slightly swollen. Sprinkles of blood dripping on her uniform that’s disheveled and wet. Her hair, that Solana had styled in two cute ponytails this morning, as was Leya’s request, is down and frizzy, almost matted. 

But, even with all of that, it’s the look of absolute pain in Leya’s eyes that has Solana on the verge of tears.

“Cataleya….” Solana drops her purse onto the floor, uncaring of some of the contents that spill out. She’s immediately in front of her daughter, having bumped the nurse out of the way. Solana cradles the back of Leya’s head as her daughter cries into her shoulder, clutching onto her. 

Leya’s fear in this moment is palpable. 

“Mommy….” Leya sobs, Solana unable to hold back her own tears as she holds her daughter, comforts her, protects her in a way that she wasn’t able to. And that’s what also messes with her, has Solana several shades of perturbed.

She didn’t protect Leya.

“Baby….” Solana is able to pull back, to gently cup Leya’s face, a mixture of rage and hurt bubbling over seeing her daughter’s injuries. “Baby, who—who did this to you?” Solana sniffles, gently caressing the top of her uninjured cheek. “What happened, Leya?”

The slightest tremble of Leya’s bottom lip is followed by her mouth opening. Unfortunately, nothing comes out, because a steel, firm voice overflowing with faux sympathy interrupts.

“Mrs. Reigns, we are so—”

The speed in which Solana snaps her head around is matched only by the venom in her voice. “I didn’t ask you anything.” She hisses, eyes narrowed at the tall, older woman with far too many lines in her face for someone only in her forties. “I was speaking to my daughter.”

Dean Webber does in fact shut her mouth. Temporarily. “I understand, but—”

“Get out!” Solana snaps, her directive aimed at both the dean and the nurse, the latter of which who still stands, waiting to tend to Leya’s injuries. When no one moves, Solana repeats herself, tone even more aggressive. “I said get out.”

It’s the second issuance that brings about acquiescence. And when it’s just Solana and her daughter, Leya buries her face back into the comfort of Solana’s chest, her tiny hands clutching at Solana’s side.

“They hurt me, mommy.” Four words Solana prayed to never hear from any of her children, especially her daughters. Words that are eerily similar to what she told Xavier that day in the hospital. 

The day she was raped. 

“Who, baby?” It’s unknown to Solana just how she’s able to not crumble and break down in front of her little girl, because the mother of five hasn’t felt this triggered in some time. Years, even. “Who—who hurt you?”

Leya sniffles, answering in almost staccato-like pauses. “P–Paige, Deena, Tionna, and Tracy.” Solana commits every name to memory except one, because the last one she is very familiar with. “I—I went to the bathroom, and they—they came in after me and–and wouldn’t let me leave. They started calling me names and—and I told them to leave me alone, but—but Tracy p–p–punched me and pushed me down.” Leya cries, hiccupping in between her explanations. “They started k–kicking me and hitting me—and—and they pulled my hair and tried to cut it.”

Solana’s heart breaks listening to Leya recount what must have been a terrifying experience. “Oh, baby…”

“They took my purse and broke my phone,” Leya’s crying intensifies, Solana bringing her back into a warm, safe, hug, kissing her temple. “I’m sorry, mommy.”

But, those three words make Solana pull back with a look of horror. “For what, Leya?”

Leya wipes at her running nose with the sleeve of her shirt. “Cause I didn’t f—fight back hard enough.”

And, it’s that moment Solana’s heart truly breaks. 

It’s like looking at a younger version of herself, and that’s a sort of pain she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy.

Solana carefully and gingerly grips Leya’s face, uncaring of the blood seeping from Leya’s cut and collecting on her fingers after staining part of her shirt. “Sweetie, you listen to me, you did nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all. This is not your fault. Okay?” Solana doesn’t need a reply, just welcomes her baby back into her bosom. “Mommy’s so sorry this happened to you.”

Because, it shouldn’t have happened, but the fact that it did is something she cannot find herself able to reconcile with.

Solana holds her daughter for a few minutes before convincing Leya to let her finish tending to her injuries. Leya obliges and also adjusts the shirt of her uniform to show Solana her side that’s already starting to bruise up. Solana has to bite back what she really wants to say, because while her heart breaks for her daughter, another emotion is also building.

Anger.

She’s furious.

But, she doesn’t want to show that to Leya, doesn’t want to further traumatize her daughter. Solana, does, however, manage to gather her purse and items that spilled out, which includes her phone. A phone that she absolutely uses to quickly send a brief text to her husband. Two words.

Need you.

Solana knows she doesn’t need to say anything beyond that, and perhaps she didn’t need to say anything at all, because the time that passes between when she sent her text and Roman knocking softly before entering the nurse’s quarters is inhumanly fast. He had to have already been on his way.

But, it’s way his expression instantly dropped the second he sets his gaze on Leya.

And, Leya’s eyes naturally start watering looking at her dad. “Daddy….”

Roman doesn’t say anything, just takes two strides to close the distance between them. Instantly, she’s in his arms, crying all over again. Roman cradles the back of her head, looking over at Solana with an unspoken question.

What happened?

Solana wipes at her eyes, not wanting her emotions to influence Leya’s. “Some little girls jumped her in the bathroom.”

And just like that, Solana sees it. Sees the shift from Roman, the loving and attentive father and husband. She sees the murderous gleam in his brown eyes. 

She sees the Tribal Chief.

“Stay with her,” Solana directs, gently caressing Leya’s back before walking out, closing the door to allow them continued privacy. Solana maneuvers her way through the administrative office area, headed straight for Dean Webber’s office when she sees them. Four little girls, sitting down on the bench by the secretary’s desk, all but one of them white, and not a contrite expression in sight.

And suddenly, Solana’s blood is boiling, her attention completely redirected.

“You little bitches.” Gasps from around her, other adults, clearly taken back by Solana’s language that’s directed toward her daughter's attackers. Not that she cares. Not one bit. “Who the hell do you think you are to jump my child?” Solana points to herself, calling them out. “And you only did that shit, because you knew Lina wasn’t here to look out for her!”

A smirk from the redheaded one. Tracy. “You can’t talk to us like that.” She crosses her arms over chest, chin jutted. “We’re just kids.”

Solana has never understood the struggle her husband must feel in situations where he has to control his temper until this very moment. “No, you’re evil little bitches, that’s what you ar—”

“Excuse me?” One of the single most annoying voices Solana has ever had the displeasure of hearing. She turns to her side to see a middle aged couple, a man and woman, the woman with fried roots and an uneven tan. “How dare you speak to my daughter like that?”

A light goes off, Solana now completely uninterested in the demon and wholly invested in the creators of said demon.

“Your daughter assaulted my child,” Solana informs, unknowing and uncaring if they know just why they’ve been called to the school. Solana points to the back where the nurse’s station is. “My daughter is sitting back there, crying into her father’s chest because your daughter and these other little evil—”

The woman steps forward. “You watch your mouth!” 

“I’ll watch my mouth when you watch your bitch of a daughter!”

The man beside her, tall with a slightly muscular build moves in front of his wife, in Solana’s space. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to like that, huh?”

“Back the hell away from me,” Solana glares, fist forming at her side. She’s seeing red, the image of Leya’s crying, injured face all the fodder she needs to not cower, to not feel triggered by his obvious intimidation tactic. She swore years ago no man would ever hurt her, make her feel less than, and she still stands ten toes down on that.

However, he doubles down, stepping even closer, thin, non-existent lips turned into a taunting smirk. “And just what are you gonna do, you little cunt?” Solana will absolutely show him what she’s going to do. “What—” The opportunity is ripped away the moment Roman whisks past her, snatching the man by his collar, Solana only seeing Roman’s arm lift before the sickening sound of a crunch fills the small room. The man cries out, holding his nose, gasping and sputtering to say something that’s silenced by the way Roman slams him against the wall, face first, one arm twisted behind his back. Another sickening sound, a snapping almost, followed by Roman tugging on his arm, clearly dislocating it.

“Phil!” 

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect my wife like that!” Roman growls, uncaring of the near whimpers of this Phil and the pleas of his wife. “I should fucking kill your ass right now!”

“Everyone, please!” Dean Webber’s voice enters the situation. Solana looks over to see she’s flanked by two police officers who, wisely, remain at her side instead of intervening. Unsurprising. 

The whole police department is on Bloodline payroll. They know the consequences of involving themselves in Bloodline business, and this has now most definitely morphed into Bloodline business. 

“I want them arrested,” Solana speaks up. Roman lets up on Phil, looking over at her as his wife falls to her knees, looking at his mangled arm, his daughter also crying. Good. She meets the eyes of the cops, pointing to the girls. “They assaulted my daughter and destroyed her property. I want them arrested.”

Roman moves his shoulders and comes to stand beside her. Protectively.

Dean Webber stammers. “Mr. and Mrs. Reigns, I understand you’re upset, and rightfully so, but these are just children—”

“You think we give a fuck about that?” Roman hisses, voicing his agreement. “We want them arrested.”

Webber is obviously, and smartly, trying to be mindful of her response. “I think we should all just sit down.”

“Fuck that,” Roman sneers, gesturing toward the rest of the also now crying, evil girls. “Arrest them.”

Solana crosses her arms and steps to the side with her husband as one officer goes to grab the blonde little girl, the other three huddling together as the officer goes to round them up.

They‘re all crying, blabbering about being sorry, asking for their parents, and other shit Solana, and especially Roman, couldn’t give two shits about. They didn’t care about Leya’s feelings when they cornered her, attacked her, and broke her phone, so they can go to hell.

—---------

The first few days are rough.

From the way Tama’s smile instantly dropped from his excitement at his field trip at the zoo the minute he saw his big sister was hurt to the anger that filled Lina when she saw and realized the same thing.

Both siblings experienced an amount of anger and confusion, but mostly anger, Lina holding her twin as they sat in bed together later that evening, vowing to “get them back.” The way Tama completely unloaded on his punching bag in one of the playrooms, telling his dad how “angry” he was that they hurt his sister. Koa and Kai, at two, were too young to process the gravity of what happened, so their reaction was a non-reaction.

And Leya, the kindest of the bunch, the most vulnerable, oscillated between sadness and anxiety. Feeling an abundance of hurt over what transpired and a tremendous amount of anxiety that it could happen again. Her OCD was triggered, Solana and Roman having to take her to see Brie four times in just three days.

She slept in the room with Solana and Roman, along with Lina and Tama, the former of which seeming to embark upon an almost expedited recovery from her sickness. Her desire for revenge too strong a warrior for even her coughs and sore throat.

Solana took a few days off, and Roman worked remotely, wanting to be available for all of the kids, especially Leya. 

“We can’t keep her home forever.” Solana knows her husband knows this, knows that they need to figure out how they’re going to proceed sooner rather than later. But, sitting out on the balcony of their master bedroom, their three oldest kids sleeping peacefully in their bed, as Solana reclines into Roman’s back, it’s the first time they’ve had to themselves in days to discuss the plan. So, she intends to take full advantage of that. “Any of them.”

Roman sighs, fingers gently gliding up and down Solana’s upper arm. He knows this. Knows all the kids need to continue school in some capacity after this weekend, after being kept home all this week following Monday’s incident. “I know.”

“We can send her to another school—”

“But, then we have to send all of them,” Roman finishes, already knowing the dilemma, just like he already knows there’s no way in hell the girls would go for being separated. Even Tama might have some objections. “And, I don’t think they want that.”

“Neither do I,” Solana agrees, looking up at him. “Leya….she does like it there for the most part. She likes her teacher, her friends there. It challenges her enough academically.” Solana lists the pros, frowning when something hits her.  “At least, she did.”

Because she’s now not so certain if this event has taken away her daughter’s previous satisfaction with her school. Sure, she’s had moments, some issues with other girls, but never to this extent, and it’s always been largely helped by Lina, her unofficial bodyguard and protector. 

Roman detects the hesitation without even needing to ask. “We’ll make sure those little bitches are expelled if she does go back..”

Solana pauses. “Eventually.”

At that, the Tribal Chief looks down at his wife. “Eventually?”

Sitting up, Solana does her best to answer without directly answering. “Lina wants revenge….” Even saying it aloud, Solana can hear the sound of Lina beating the hell out of her punching bag and fighting dummy, unleashing all of her anger. Practice. “I say we let her.”

Roman looks at his wife, partially surprised, partially turned on. “You know what she wants to do, right?”

Solana shrugs, answering almost nonchalantly. “She’ll do what we can’t.”

Roman makes a sound but offers no sort of disagreement, which he knows should come at no surprise to his wife. Because when it comes to Lina and her lack of fear and temper, Solana is usually the one making a comment or suggesting he talk to her. But, this is different. This is a different level of bullying outside of a few mean comments, to which Lina never hesitates to step in to defend her sister.

The same way she wants to defend her sister in a way Leya couldn’t. 

Hence why she was targeted.

Roman readies to offer another suggestion regarding just what they’re going to do about school when the door to their bedroom is opened, Leya standing there with her small hand on the doorknob.

“Mommy? Daddy?”

Solana sits up, reaching for her daughter. “Come here, baby.” 

Leya quietly shuts the door and shuffles over to her parents, climbing up on the sofa and situating herself between them. 

“Can’t sleep?” Roman asks, gently caressing her cheek, noticing and appreciative of the way the cut has started to heal.

Leya nods, offering no verbal response as she leans into him.

Solana casts Roman a look, mother and father sharing an unspoken conversation. “Leya….” Leya looks over at her mom, eyes a mixture of anxiety and sleepiness. “Daddy and I were talking, and we’re trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about school for you.” It’s not missed on her the increased anxiety that appears in Leya’s eyes. Solana asks in the most careful way, “baby, what do you want to do?”

Roman speaks up, needing his daughter to know. “Whatever you want to do is fine with us, Leya. You just have to tell us what that is.”

Because that’s what is most important. Not what Solana wants or what Roman wants, but what Cataleya wants.  

And, she seems to think about it, the wheels in her head turning as she mulls over how to answer. “I—I like my school,” is the response she finally supplies a good two minutes later. She looks between her parents. “And—and, I wanna stay in school with sissy and Tama.”

Another shared look between husband and wife. Confirmation of what they already knew. “Can—can I stay?”

“Of course, you can stay, baby.” Solana answers with a soft smile, informing. “Daddy and I will just make sure those girls are kicked out of school, so they can’t mess with you anymore.”

Roman also adds. “And, I’m going to make sure you have a guard with you at all times. Even in the bathroom, alright?” Because he’d already started going through a list of options for female guards to assign to Leya to avoid anything like this ever again. 

Relief flashes all across her face, as she asks in a low voice, “so…I can go back next week?”

Solana nods. “Next Tuesday.” Roman casts a subtly confused glance her way,  Solana explaining, “I want you to stay home with mommy on Monday. We can spend the day together. Just you and me. I’ll have your auntie Afia keep Koa and Kai.”

Leya’s lips lift into a wide smile as she shifts and hugs Solana, laying against her chest, Solana also smiling, kissing the top of her head. And as Leya revels in the chance to spend one on one time with her mom, Roman sits quietly, also pleased to see them have that time but also knowing the other reason Solana wants to keep just Leya home an extra day.

To give Lina the time she needs to handle business. One day to enact that vengeance she’s been bursting at the seams all week regarding, ready to dish out.

Ready for blood.

—-------

Lina plans it. 

She plans it more methodically than most seven year-olds. A plan contrived over a week of being home with her family, with her sister who didn’t deserve what happened to her.

Something Lina plans to make sure never happens again.

It starts with her wearing those shoes Aunt Naomi and Uncle Jimmy got her. The ones with the hard tips. 

Then there’s her binder. Sparkly, pink, with hearts all over it. 

Leya’s binder.

The binder that she managed to tape in and keep hidden a pair of scissors. 

And, the last thing with her plan is simply opportunity, arguably, the easiest part. 

All she has to do is “accidentally” not finish up her work by the time recess rolls around, resulting in her having to sit at one of the tables outside while the kids run around playing. Once outside, Lina easily and quickly finishes up the assignment she could have finished in under twenty minutes during class time, but she needed the excuse to bring her binder.

A binder she’s gripping with all her strength as she breaks away from the study table while Mrs. Carlyle is helping another student.

Fury fills her little body when she spots them, laughing and playing away like they did nothing. Like they didn’t hurt Leya. Her sister. 

The tips of Lina’s fingers are practically red by the time she reaches them.

And the minute she’s in close enough vicinity, Catalina Reigns wastes not a single second in taking that hardcover, sparkly binder and smashing the back of Tracy’s head. 

She had to start with her first.

Tracy cries out and falls to the ground as Lina does the same to Paige, Deena, and Tionna. Each stupid girl falls and whines instead of running, like they should, because their stupidity is Lina’s advantage. 

Lina jumps on top of Tracy and punches her in her face, aiming for her nose. She grabs her by her shoulders and slams her into the ground repeatedly. “Don’t you ever touch my sissy, you mean bitch!”

Tracy continues to cry as Lina transitions to the other girls, a mixture of kicks with her hard ass shoes and more swinging of the binder on top of the now screaming and bleeding girls. Lina knows she doesn’t have much time before a teacher separates them, hence why she reaches for the scissors and starts wildly cutting off the girls hair with no rhyme or reason.

She cuts Tracy’s the shortest.

She looks like Angelica's doll, Cynthia, from Rugrats.

“Hey!” A boy’s voice can be heard before Lina is shoved off Tracy by another boy around her age. “Leave her—”

He’s cut off when the sudden and strong spear knocks him away.  Tama pins the older boy to the ground, screaming, “Don’t touch my sister!” His threat is followed by a punch to the boy’s face. 

Lina doesn’t allow herself to be distracted. She’s waited too long for this. She goes back to attacking the girls, shouting with all the rage in her little body, “nobody messes with my family!”

And, she means it. With everything in her. 

With her sister.

With her brothers.

With her mom or even her dad.

No one comes after anyone with the last name Reigns. 

Period.

By the time the teachers and school resources officers get to Tama and Lina, the damage is done. The kids are on the ground, bleeding, in pain, noses broken, wrists sprained, hair destroyed.

The school nurses are called, someone also says something about calling 911, but neither Reigns kids care. The two simply share a look of pride and fist bump as they’re escorted to the office.

And, it’s in the office where their parents find them, on the bench, sitting together, the only sign of what occurred being their uniforms that are now disheveled, not an ounce of guilt to be found in either one of them.

Solana and Roman can admit they’re both a bit surprised to see Tama. Lina? Not at all. They knew she was planning to get her receipt. They just didn’t expect Tama to also take advantage of the opportunity. 

But, he most certainly did, informing his dad who walks over and crouches down in front of them, “some boy tried to push Lina.”

Already knowing, having to hold back his smile, Roman asks, “and what’d you do, buddy?”

Tama, however, doesn’t hesitate to smile, answering proudly, “I punched him in the face.”

At that, Roman chuckles, fist bumping his son. “That’s my boy.” He turns his gaze onto Lina. “Do I want to know what you did?”

Lina, however, simply lifts her chin, asserting, “they got what they deserved.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Dean Webber comes out of her office, face flushed and flustered, “Mr. and Mrs. Reigns, we need to have a serious—”

“We want all those kids expelled from the school,” Solana cuts her off, arms crossed, voice even. “Effective today.”

The older woman’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?” She scoffs, gesturing to a still unbothered Lina and Tama. “Your children just brutally assaulted several students, and you want me to expel the—”

“You think my kids caused a scene?” Roman steps forward, voice every bit as menacing and threatening as he intends. “Wait till you see what I do if I drop them off to school tomorrow and those little fuckers aren’t gone.”

 Because what Lina and Tama did is child’s play, and while he would never put his hands on a child, their parents are a different story.

He’ll make all those little bitches orphans and sleep just as fine. 

Dean Webber gulps. “I—I’ll alert the parents.”

Solana grabs her husband by his forearm, pulling him away. “That’s what we thought.” She gestures for her kids, Tama and Lina running over while Roman orders for the kids backpacks and lunch boxes to be brought to the office. 

The kids hug their mom, right as Roman informs, “we’re gonna pick up your sister and brothers and take you all out to eat.” He chuckles when their faces light up, already knowing what comes next. “Ice cream afterwards?”

[impala-dreamer]

Picking Up The Pieces

A Supernatural Story

~Sometimes life pushes you down, but Dean's always there to lift you back up...~

Dean Winchester x Reader

1,353 Words

SFW, Angsty Sweet, Comfort | Originally published to Patreon Oct 2024

For Kym 💖

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

Dean’s halfway down the hallway when he hears it: a crash of ceramics, the spill of shattered pieces skidding across tile. He breaks into a sprint, not quite a full run as it’s early morning and he’s fairly certain no one’s in immediate danger, but he moves quickly and his slippers slide slightly as he tries to stop at the kitchen door.

He finds her standing there, bare feet surrounded by what used to be a coffee cup. White shards halo her toes but they remain mercifully unpierced. His eyes follow her naked legs upwards, past the pair of white boxers she stole from him the night before and the dingy Seger tee she’s had for years, to find her face washed in tears. They pour silently from her beautiful eyes and cascade down her cheeks, sneaking down her tight throat to pool in the dark gray hem of her collar.

His heart breaks. He’s seen a thousand deaths, felt the comfort of hope fall away, but nothing hurts him more than seeing her cry.

“Y/N?”

His voice pulls her eyes upwards and she sucks in a shaky breath. “H-hey.”

Green eyes narrow, searching for damage of the physical and psychological nature. There are faint circles beneath her eyes and her hair is a gorgeous mess that explains how much sleep she didn’t manage to get after he turned the lights off.

“You OK?”

She nods too quickly, her head bouncing a few too many times to be believed. “Yeah. Fine. Dropped… I just… I dropped a mug.” She looks down at the mess and shrugs. “Butterfingers.”

A tear falls and he watches it drop to the tile: a drop of pain, a scream of exhaustion. The last few months have been wildly tough. They’d followed the highways back and forth across the country, fought the darkness until their knuckles bled, and held their breaths as the outside world ignored their bravery, hoping for a moment’s rest.

He’d been battling exhaustion for decades, happy to push guilt and anxiety away for a few hours a night, if that. But Y/N- she was new at this, unaccustomed to the life and the non-stop adventures that nearly always ended in blood. She’d left her life back home, what was left of her family and the future she’d planned to be with him. To fight by his side, to save the goddamned world that looked past them every day. It was bound to leave a scar or two and push her spirit down.

Dean hops down the few steps and skirts the shattered cup. “No worries,” he tells her, fetching the old broom beside the pantry shelf, “that one was Sam’s.” He adds a cute laugh but Y/N doesn’t find the humor. She breaks like the mug.

Folding over, she sets her hands on her knees and Dean watches her shoulders shake. She struggles to take a solid breath, but each one is trembling and clipped by escaping emotions.

“Fuck!” She shouts at the floor, at the shards, at the universe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Dean’s quick to sweep away the mess, making a neat pile against the wall. When it’s safe, he grabs her up and pulls her close, hiding her face in the cave of his arms.

“Shh…”

“Fuck!”

Her curses are muffled in his chest and accompanied by the beat of his worried heart.

He lays a hand on the back of her head and wraps the other around her tight. “It’s OK, baby. I’ve got you.”

She stiffens and pulls back. “It’s not OK!”

The tone stings but he doesn’t take offense. She’s at the end of her rope, but it’s not because of him.

“It is,” he whispers, shifting to cup her cheek in his big hand.

She shies away and shakes her head. “You have no idea what I’m dealing with, Dean. I’m so… so fucking tired and no matter what I do, I can’t get any fucking slack anywhere. There’s always another goddamned apocalypse around the corner or something bursts into flames in the store room!”

He tries not to laugh at the memory of the cursed oil lamp that refused to stay cold. It wasn’t funny in the moment, but looking back, it was like blowing out prank birthday candles.

She sees the hint of a smirk on his face and grits her teeth.

“It’s not funny! I can’t turn around for a second without something going wrong! I can’t fucking keep everyone happy, and fed, and safe, and take care of myself and- did you know I’ve had a goddamned cracked tooth since Bordentown!”

Dean cringes. Y/N had taken a hard demonic fist to the jaw a few months ago, but he didn’t know it had been that bad.

“Well, let’s get you to a dentist…”

Her eyes go wide and then instantly turn to slits, lasers targeting his jugular. “That’s not the point. I’m… I just can’t do anything right and there’s too much to do! I’m constantly cleaning up after you and your slob of a brother, I’m speed-washing laundry in motel sinks every other day, and trying to fucking finish my research. I’m months behind on my work and I’m never going to finish my thesis-”

“Nobody said you had to get a PhD in demons!”

He instantly regrets his outburst.

“Don’t.” Her tears have all but burned away and yet her eyes are still wet and rimmed in red. “Don’t fucking go there. I’m going to school for me. Because I need to do it.” She spins away and balls her fists, ready to scream. “And it’s Demonology!”

Dean’s shoulders drop and he hates himself a little bit more than he did a minute ago. He takes a breath and a step closer.

“I know. I’m sorry. What you’re doing is amazing. Hell, I never even finished high school. Well, not without a ton of help and slipping the proctor a fifty. And you’re right. I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

Y/N takes a slow, broken breath. She wants to fight but not him. She wants to fight time itself. “I’m just… so tired.”

She sways a bit and he refuses to let her fall alone.

His arms close around her again and she presses her back against his chest.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers again. “Always. You hear me?”

She nods gently and relaxes, sinking into him.

“You’re incredible.”

She sighs and he kisses her cheek.

“You’re strong.”

She shivers and he hugs tighter.

“You’re beautiful.”

She turns in his arms and looks up, tear-stained and sad.

Dean smiles softly and takes her face in his hands, gently wipes the final tears away with his thumbs.

“You’ve got this. All of it.”

She takes a deep breath of him and smiles as best she can.

“And I’ve got you.”

He means it more than he’s ever meant anything. He was locked to her forever, or at least for as long as she’d allow. Whatever happened, he’d be there to pick up the pieces. Heart, bones, or mind.

Finally, she lets it all go and her smile this time is sweet. She pushes up on her toes and he meets her halfway with a tender kiss.

“Thank you, Dean…”

His broken heart pushes itself back together, able to beat for another day.

“Why don’t you go back to bed for a bit? I’ll scramble us up some eggs.”

Y/N kisses his cheek. “Sounds perfect. But don’t burn my toast this time.”

“I thought you liked it crispy,” he teases.

“Crispy,” she agrees, letting him go and turning to the door. “Not covered in ashes.”

She hits the bottom step and spies the broom. The catalyst lays in pieces behind the wonky bristles and she groans. “Shit.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean laughs, “I’ll tell Sam it was me.”

Her smile, finally, is full and Dean shoots her a wink.

She’d break down again and so would he, but they’d be fine. The universe could push and prod and smack them down, but together they could always get back up.

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[cattjull]

Sugary sweet

summary: You were supposed to go to a party tonight. Abby receives you at her home, though, crying about not having permission from your parents to go.

a/n: I'm so sorry for not posting but honestly I'm really really depressed since a few months ago and I cannot bring myself to do anything good or productive enough. I don't even think this passes my quality check but at this point and due to my inconsistency nobody will even remember I wrote fics once soo... Please enjoy or something :)

cw: implied age gap but not specified!

Abby laid down on her side, wet hair clinging to her skin and cascading down her neck and sprawling on her pillow, small droplets falling from her loose, golden hair onto the bedsheets and her pajamas like molten gold looking for a form in which to solidify.

It was 12 p.m. in a normal Friday night, which normally meant she could stay up to whenever she felt like it, go to bed anytime and mindlessly scroll down on her phone or read a book until she decided to turn all of her lights off, text you her usual good night message and drift off to sleep, her pillow being an one-way ticket to the land of dreams which you had took over and claimed as yours ever since you guys started dating.

But this was one of those nights. Those where you'd go out to some party and she'd be going to bed late without inviting anyone over or going out, where she wouldn't pay attention to her phone or get distracted with other simple activities because of her excessive worries, often finding herself fidgeting with her rings, adjusting her glasses, or eating fruits just because of her anxiety.

She loved you a lot, too much even but sometimes she didn't have enough stamina to be your company in parties, even if she really tried to attend with you almost always. She really didn't enjoy that lifestyle, mundane parties with shitty music and potentially dangerous people, but oh guess who does! Her girlfriend.

She feels lucky to have you, truly. It's not like she was planning on sleeping until you texted her you got home safe, but her mind started divagating somewhere far away from the book she held between her big hands and she just knew that, once again, she'd spent worrying over you at least until 4 a.m., maybe even after you texted her you were safe in your house. So she took off her glasses and placed the book down on her nightstand, signing loudly and preparing herself for another sleepless night.

You may be having fun in your friend's party, where you obviously invited her but she refused, knowing you'd most likely end up alternating your time between gossiping with your friends and clinging onto her while the others ignored her, which made her feel unwanted by them.

Maybe there was someone flirting with you and you were too drunk to tell them to stop. Maybe you were flirting with someone and tomorrow you'd call her like nothing talking to her about how much you hate hangovers. Maybe you were crying because someone was mean to you. Maybe you were doing something stupid. How could she know?

Her anxious thoughts were interrupted by the small sound coming from her window. It sounded like a small rock: there it was, your signature way of getting into her house. She didn't know why but everything about your behaviour was so sweet and dumb, just as any teenager but make it cute romantic comedy like. Everything you did was a small reminder of the small age gap between you two, which made her feel guilty every time.

She got closer to the window and saw you standing there with your eyes looking slightly red and swollen, as if you had been smoking weed, with your mini bag being clutched to your waist with one hand while the other waved at her. She quickly rushed downstairs, not even bothering to put her slippers on, and unlocked the door for you.

Luckily, her dad was out in the hospital so he wouldn't wake up by the sound of her feet pattering on the wooden floor or the tinkering of the keys or... Anything else you'd be doing.

When the blue eyed girl opened the door, she took in your appearance, noticing you had the same clothes that you had worn a few hours ago when you sent her nudes and a really thoughtful video. You told her that would be your outfit for the party, so why were you in her house if this hour wasn't even close to the one you usually would be going home?

Her orbs shamelessly fixed on you, and how couldn't they when taking you in felt so natural? After what felt like an eternity, Abby started functioning again and regained her speech. "Babe... What happened with the party?" She questioned.

"My parents didn't want me to go. So I escaped. Sorry for not telling you but they took my phone away." You explained, in that moment you felt so angry you were crying, something you were deeply ashamed of to be honest. Your voice was completely sweet towards her when you didn't talk about your parents, though. Abby cupped your face with her warm, big hands, noticing you hadn't been smoking anything. Your pretty eyes were spilling diamond tears.

"You'll stay with me tonight, honey." She reassured you. "I'm not driving you to that party, yeah?" You immediately smiled and hugged her, burying the side of your face in her god-sculptured chest and nuzzling your cheek against her. "I'll do as you say." You obeyed lovingly.

"I bet you prefer me over those parties, sweetheart." She replied with a soft smile.

"Of course I do. You're the best Abby, I love you so much and I'd choose you over anything, okay?" You reassured her, causing her to giggle at your directness. That kind of words often came out of your mouth by themselves, as always you praised her. As if you just quoted every love song you heard.

"Didn't you bring anything by the way?" She asked as she hugged you back, embracing you with her buff, juicy arms and picking you up.

"I brought my toothbrush, makeup and fifty dollars." You said, prideful of your improvised packing skills as she held you up to her body with one arm, using the other hand to close and lock the door.

"Pretty good." She nodded with approval, heading upstairs.

Last time you escaped home for something like this, you had brought your phone charger (your phone was taken), a bar of chocolate, your earphones (again, your phone was taken) and no money.

"I know." You smiled and placed a kiss in her clavicle. In Abby's room, she sat down as you straddled her, shifting so you were using her chest as a pillow as she laid on actual ones, staring down at you.

"You aren't really... Crying anymore." She commented, caressing your cheekbone as she observed the change in your mood.

"No. I stopped crying when you picked me up. Guess I was happy to see you." You confessed, kissing her cheek.

"Is that so?" She questioned with affection, caressing your hair.

"You know you heal my heart, Abby." You whispered before kissing her. It was velvety, wet, and sweet. Abby's lips were the cake to your sickly sweet frosting, joining together on a wet and tender kiss, intertwining your souls and tying them up together with an invisible string without even knowing it. That's just how you were.

[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Felix:

Being best friends with Felix would be an absolute dream. It wouldn’t just be about the fun, bright moments though there would be plenty of those. It would also be about the quiet, comforting presence he brings, the way he makes life feel a little warmer, a little softer, even on the hardest days.

The Beginning of the Friendship

At first, Felix might be a little shy, especially if he doesn’t know you well yet. He’d be polite, kind, and considerate, but there would be a sense of caution until he starts feeling comfortable. Once that happens, it’s over for you. He’s going to attach himself to you like a koala and never let go.

Felix is the type of person who forms deep emotional connections, so becoming his best friend wouldn’t be a casual thing. He’d be all in investing his time, his love, and his energy into making sure you feel valued. He’d remember the little things you like, send you pictures of random things that remind him of you, and always check in to see how your day is going.

The Daily Life of Being Felix’s Best Friend

Felix is someone who thrives on making others happy, so expect a lot of cute gestures. If he hears you had a bad day, he’s immediately showing up with your favorite snack, a playlist of songs to cheer you up, and probably a warm hug. He loves baking, so you’d get to try all his homemade treats first, whether they’re perfect or a complete disaster.

“Try this one! I think I messed up the sugar, but it’s still edible, right?” he’d say, watching you closely as you take a bite. If you pretend it’s bad just to mess with him, he’d dramatically gasp and pretend to cry.

Felix would be the type of best friend who constantly hypes you up. If you’re feeling insecure, he’d shut that down real quick.

“What do you mean you’re not good enough? Do I need to fight you? Because I will,” he’d say, crossing his arms, his freckles scrunching up as he frowns.

But more than anything, he’d make sure you know how much you mean to him.

The Chaos of the Sunshine Energy

Felix has a soft, comforting side, but let’s not forget he’s also chaotic. If you’re his best friend, you’re not just getting cozy, warm Felix; you’re also getting the Felix that dances like a maniac to random music, who suddenly starts singing in a deep voice just to freak people out, and who laughs so hard at dumb jokes that he ends up on the floor.

“Did you see that meme I sent you at 3 AM?” he’d ask, as if that were a normal thing to do.

“You mean the one with the cat wearing sunglasses and breakdancing? Yes, Felix. I saw it.”

“And?”

“It changed my life.”

Felix would 100% drag you into random challenges, whether it’s trying to learn an impossible TikTok dance, doing “rock, paper, scissors” with the punishment of eating something disgusting, or making an overly dramatic music video to a song you both love.

And if you ever prank him? Oh, he’s coming for revenge. Be prepared for unexpected jump scares, your phone mysteriously disappearing, or waking up to find a ridiculous filter added to all your photos.

The Deep Conversations

For all the silliness, Felix is also incredibly introspective and deep. He’s not afraid to have emotional conversations, and if something is bothering you, he’d be the first to notice.

“Talk to me,” he’d say, voice gentle, sitting next to you even if you don’t feel like speaking.

He wouldn’t force you to open up, but he’d make sure you knew he was there. And if you ever needed to cry? Felix would let you, holding your hand or hugging you tightly, whispering soft reassurances.

He’d open up to you, too about his struggles, his fears, his dreams. And when he does, you’d realize that for all his sunshine and warmth, Felix also carries a lot on his shoulders.

“I just want to make people happy,” he’d admit. “But sometimes, I wonder if I’m enough.”

And that’s when you’d remind him, just like he always reminds you, that he is more than enough.

The Protective Side of Felix

Felix is a softie, but don’t let that fool you he’s also fiercely protective. If someone ever upsets you, he’d be ready to throw hands.

“Do I need to go talk to them? Because I will,” he’d say, eyebrows furrowed.

If you were nervous about something like an important event or a big decision he’d be right by your side, holding your hand (literally or metaphorically) and telling you you’ve got this.

Felix wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, not even yourself. If he hears you being too hard on yourself, he’ll shut it down immediately.

“Hey. My best friend is amazing, and if they don’t see that, then they don’t deserve to be around you.”

Spending Time with Stray Kids

Being Felix’s best friend would also mean getting close to the other Stray Kids members. They’d tease Felix endlessly about how much he talks about you.

“Felix, do you have any friends besides [Your Name]?” Han would joke.

“Nope,” Felix would reply shamelessly.

The members would treat you like family, and Felix would love having you around during their schedules. You’d get to watch their rehearsals, joke around with them backstage, and be part of the fun.

And let’s not forget game nights at the dorm. Felix would absolutely drag you into Mario Kart battles, Just Dance competitions, and chaotic board games. If you beat him, he’d dramatically fall to the floor, claiming he’s been betrayed.

A Forever Friendship

At the end of the day, being best friends with Felix wouldn’t just be about the fun and chaos. It would be about unconditional love, support, and knowing that no matter what happens, you have someone who will always be there for you.

He’d be the kind of best friend who never lets you forget your worth, who makes life feel like an adventure, and who reminds you that even in the darkest times, there’s always light.

Because that’s who Felix is. A sunshine personified, a best friend anyone would be lucky to have.

[speaknow-sw]

For the mirror sex one I saw something like this on TikTok, however many times reader makes James mad throughout the day. Is how many times she has to cum again, like imagine 2 times already and he’s like ‘you gotta give me 4 more’ because she made him mad 4 times that day. If that makes sense? Overstimulating her into OBLIVION, and she has to watch In the mirror while she gets her ‘punishment’. Like spanking first then the rest of her punishment

AM I MAKING SENSE 😭😭

— 🫧

I CAME ALL OVER MY BED HELP- 😭

James's eyes narrow as he thinks back on all the times you've pissed him off lately - leaving your dirty laundry on the floor, hogging the remote, 'accidentally' spilling beer on his couch cushions. Four times now, he's had to bite his tongue, not wanting to make a scene in front of your old man. But now, with you standing here all cocky and shit, he figures it's high time you got punished proper.

"Tell ya what, sweetheart," he says, voice low and dangerous. "You've been a real brat lately. Mouthin' off, not respectin' my space, leavin' a damn mess everywhere. I reckon it's high time someone put you back in your place."

He grabs your wrist and yanks you inside, slamming the door shut behind you. "Strip," he orders, pointing to the big mirror hanging on the wall. "And get your cute lil' ass over there. Gonna punish you real good, babygirl."

James watches with a smirk as you hurriedly strip off your clothes, tossing them carelessly to the side. His eyes roam over your naked body hungrily, taking in every curve and dip. "Damn, babygirl," he murmurs, "ain't you just a pretty lil' thing." He licks his lips as he stares at your reflection in the mirror, admiring the way your long blonde hair cascades down your bare back.

He steps closer, his large frame looming over your smaller one. His calloused hand reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Take a good look, sweetheart," he growls. "I want you to watch yourself as I put you in your place." His other hand smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint on your soft skin.

"Oooh!" you yelp, trying to pull away from his grip. But James holds you firm, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Nuh-uh, none of that," he scolds. "You're gonna stand there and take your punishment like a good girl."

He smacks your ass again, harder this time. "One," he counts out loud. "That's for leaving your fuckin' bra on the bathroom floor." Another smack. "Two, for spillin' beer on my couch cushions." Smack. "Three, for bein' a brat at dinner last night."

He pauses, rubbing your reddened cheeks almost soothingly. "And four..." He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear, "For teasin' me all damn day in this slutty lil' skirt, knowin' it'd drive me crazy." He punctuates his words with a hard smack, making you jump.

James watches your reflection closely, taking in your flinch, your wince, the way your tits bounce with each smack. He can see the tears welling up in your big blue eyes. "Aww, is the baby gonna cry?" he mocks. "Too fuckin' bad. You've been a brat for the last time."

He smacks your ass again, and again, counting each one out loud. "Five..." "Six..." "Seven..." By the time he reaches ten, your ass is bright red and burning. 

James grins wickedly as he sees the tears streaming down your face, your ass cherry red and throbbing from the spanking. "There we go, sweetheart," he purrs, rubbing your sore cheeks almost tenderly. "That oughta teach ya to respect your elders, huh?" He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear. "But you know what? I ain't done with you yet, babygirl."

He spins you around to face him, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against his muscular chest. His eyes glint with dark promise as he looks down at you. "You've cried twice already, princess. But you made me mad four fuckin' times today, so..." He smirks, squeezing your hip hard enough to bruise. "That means you gotta give me four more, sweetheart. Four more orgasms, just like the times you pissed me off."

James chuckles lowly as he sees the fear and anticipation warring in your tear-filled eyes. "Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure you fuckin' love every second of it." His hand slides down to your pussy, fingers brushing against your slick folds. "Damn, you're fuckin' soaked, ain't ya? Gets ya off, bein' punished like the dirty lil' slut you are."

He plunges two fingers deep inside you without warning, pumping them in and out roughly. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. "C'mon baby, let's get this show on the road," he growls, curling his fingers to hit that special spot inside you. "Gonna make you fuckin' scream on my fingers, sweetheart. Gonna ruin this tight cunt for anyone else."

James watches your face closely as he finger-fucks you hard and fast, his other hand gripping your hip bruisingly. He leans in to capture your mouth in a brutal kiss, all tongue and teeth as he devours you. The obscene sound of your wet pussy being violated fills the room, mixing with your whimpers and moans.

He feels your pussy clench around his fingers as your first orgasm hits, soaking his hand with your juices. "That's one, baby," he growls against your mouth, not letting up his assault on your cunt. "You gotta give me three more”

James smirks as he feels your pussy spasming around his fingers, your juices gushing out and coating his hand. "Mmm, there's a good girl," he growls approvingly, not letting up his relentless finger-fucking for even a second. "Cumin' all over my fingers like the needy little slut you are."

He captures your mouth again, swallowing your desperate cries of pleasure as he attacks your clit with ruthless intensity. His fingers plunge in and out of your clutching cunt, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room.

James breaks the kiss to admire your fucked-stupid expression in the mirror, taking in the way your tits bounce and jiggle with each brutal thrust of his fingers. "Fuck, look at you," he taunts, giving your clit a particularly hard rub. "Dumb cunt's already milking my fingers for all they're worth. Bet you can't fuckin' wait to feel my big cock stretchin' this greedy hole, huh?"

He pistons his fingers faster, curling them to abuse that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Gonna... gonna... fuck, I'm cumming again!" you wail, your vision going white as another orgasm crashes through you.

"That's two, babygirl," James counts, his voice a dark rumble. He pulls his soaked fingers out of your fluttering cunt, bringing them to your lips. "Clean 'em off, sweetheart. Taste how fuckin' sweet you are."

He forces his fingers into your mouth, making you suck your own juices off them. At the same time, his other hand comes down on your ass again, delivering another stinging slap. "Three," he growls. "And four..."

James grins wickedly as he watches your reflection, seeing the fucked-out, blissed-out expression on your face. He leans in close, his stubble scratching your shoulder as he growls in your ear, "You're gonna give me two more, babygirl. Gonna scream so fuckin' loud, the whole neighborhood's gonna know what a dirty cock-hungry slut you are."

[catboymoments]

I took a weed and spent an hour playing Minecraft and thinking about evil polycule thing.

Azura and Isa being openly lovey-dovey gay people to the point where they assume Niko is just their third wheel but they’re just slightly more restrained with giving/receiving affection. They hold “hands” with their tail behind their back so they don’t immediately look couple-ish with anyone.

In my brain Niko is more animal-y than they’re willing to admit, they think lip kisses are weird because they give kissies by pressing their nose against things like a kitty. Azura being like “wtf are they doing why is something wet on me???” But Niko is just giving them little snuggly kisses in bed. Wet nosed creechur.

When the ‘cule all sleep over together Azura and Isa cuddle in bed and think Niko is just being a tsundere and refusing to come snuggle so they sleep on the floor and insist on staying there. 20 minutes later after they assume that Azura and Isa are sleeping they try to fanagle themself between them like a puppy and they both look at Niko like “hun you could just ask to cuddle it’s okay” and they act like nothing happened but still wedge themself in the middle.

Niko deserves a happy relationship and I like reformed bully love stories. Also poly rep good. Sue me

Tgis is so cute I’m crying:… you’re making me explore ship dynamics with my OWN OCS…. Niko has some cat mannerisms I feel

[beef-brisket]

He felt like he was drowning. Or maybe he was learning to breathe again? He felt like he should know how to breathe, but each time he tried, it hurt.

Adam felt heavy and sluggish as he tried to claw himself out of whatever pit he was in. One minute he was holding his some and smiling at Eve, then the next...

Blackness and this horrible feeling all over his body.

He heard screaming and anarchy. But he couldn't see anything. He cldnt focus on anything.

The sound was becoming deafening. It was ringing in his ears. It was so loud, he thought his ears would bleed.

But as soon as it began, it was silent. All he could hear was the ringing in his hears, but behind that, was sweet silence.

As his eyes began to focus, he could tell he was in a large, black room with dark red accents. It was regal and haunting.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp, heavy pain rip through his stomach. It was debilitating, making him curl into himself.

Adam: F-Fuck...

He was determined to keep crawling. He needed to get to his feet and away from... wherever he is.

Crawling forward, his hands finally smacked a wall, and he slowly pulled himself to his knees. But as he went to stand, another pain shot through him. And now, with his eyes cleared and more focused, he was able to see himself. He still looked male. Until he got to his stomach.

It was large. Even bigger than Eve's. How did he miss it before?

No wonder why he was so heavy.

As another shot of pain hits him, he almost collapses to the ground, but he manages to stay on the wall.

He feels something gush out of him, flooding the cold, tiled floor below him. He couldn't do anything but moan and pant.

Adam was so distracted that he didn't even hear the clicking of heels coming towards him. That was until a sharp claw rested under his chin, and forced his head up.

And there was a face he felt so familiar with, but at the same time, couldn't recognise.

His horns were out. They were glowing a bright orange, like they were being heated from the inside. And his eyes matched, glowing as bright as his horns.

His smile was sickeningly wide and almost taunting.

Instead of a white suit, it was black with red accents. Like this room. But even though the man had a look like he was about to devour Adam, the ex human didn't feel threatened. He felt relief.

Lucifer: Hello, pet. If you're done with your little playtime on earth, you may have noticed that our children are ready to be birthed~.

Adam: ...C-Children? H-How ma-any?

Lucifer shrugged, a playful smile on his lips: As many as I want. You didn't please a good case to Heaven, after all. Saying those lies to get little ol' me in trouble~. Hmm... let's say... five children. What a good number!

Adam: F-Five-?! Agh!

Adam gripped his stomach as another cramp paralysed him.

Adam: W-What about- Eve- Cain-?!

Lucifer laughed: Oh yes. You know, I thought it was a little on the nose. First, I thought it was a cute coincidence that your partner was called Eve. You two really were like the first humans! And then, you brought the joke home by naming your son Cain of all things! How cute- really, I mean it! Hmm. How about, these five be caaaalllled... let's see...~.

Adam: L-Lu- agh-! P-please- make it stop hurting!

Lucifer: Shh. Daddy's thinking. How about Abel, Seth, Awan- we'll keep her away from Cain~. Oh, Abel to, come to think of it~. And the other two shall be named Aclima and Eli! See?! We're sticking with the theme!

Lucifer smirked down at Adam who was crying and gripping the wall.

Adam: P-Please... make it stop...

Lucifer's eyes narrowed: And why should I...?

Adam: Y-You... you love me...

Lucifer smirked: ...No, I don't.

Adam's eyes widened amd his blood ran cold.

Lucifer: You can show me how much you love me by giving birth to our five children. And only then will I love you again. I'll forget the betrayal, you siding with Heaven. And you having a child with another.

With a smile, Lucifer held out his hand: Deal~?

Sooo- Adam summoning Lucifer because he wants his girlfriend to get pregnant, but she's infertile. But instead Lucifer cages Adam up, makes him completely overcome by lust 24/7 and is made to birth Lucifer's children?

No one sees him again 🤷

I feel like my kinks are coming a lot...

But anyway. This.

LOL Adam just needing the Devil's dick all the live long day and even dreams about it 😆

-

Adam was looking at the spell book and up at the man in the pentagram that was dressed in a nice suit and tie, whites, reds, and gold accents to pull it all together.

Adam: I feel like I've been tricked somehow.

Lucifer: How do?

Adam: You are the devil right?

Lucifer fixed his tie: Last time I checked. I do have a name you know.

Adam: Lucifer, yeah I'm aware. Look, I'm well aware you're probably busy, torturing souls or whatever down in Hell so I'll get to the point. My girlfriend and I want to have a baby but I guess there's something wrong, lack of eggs or something the doctor spoke in many technical terms. You're all powerful right? You could help her be more fertile?

Lucifer blinked, well this was an odd request: I mean, yeah but don't humans have clinics for this?

Adam: Yeah but do you have any idea how expensive those are? And not a guarantee that we could have a baby. This would be.

The Devil looked the young man over, he couldn't be any older than 27, he was tall with brown hair and honey brown eyes and tan skin. Very attractive for human standards. And he should know, he was in Eden.

Lucifer smirked, he could work this to his advantage.

Lucifer: So, you want me to give you children?

Adam: Yes....?

Was he missing something?

Lucifer: Well, you gotta let me out of the little drawing of yours.~

Adam raised a brow: You can't do it from there?

[britneyshakespeare]

there is so much merchandise out there that's like "mom life" but i would KILL for a nice sweatshirt that had "ECCENTRIC UNWED AUNT" embroidered on the front

[nyxofdemons]

THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[bobmckenzie]

tucker, you're covered in my lipstick. yes, I really like you. and i'm not above using hot pockets to win your affection

[pickled-flowers]

Saw some of the grossest parenting today in the bus

[willowser]

WILLOWWWW i love love love your dad!bakugou stuff 😫 like omg i just can't get enough of it. also i'm not sure if you've ever done anything like this before so sorry if you have, but imagine bakugou taking his little girl to the zoo for the first time 🥺 and she's just so excited over all the animals!!

omg how cute 🥺 girl dad bakugou has a little home built right in my heart and in my head, i love it so much, i think about them constantly !! 🥺 but !! that's actually so interesting 🥺

because — i can't imagine that bakugou cares any specific way about going to the zoo; like sure, he guesses that he'll go ?? if that's what you wanna do ?? not something he would propose on his own but it's like !! 🥺 getting to witness his daughter in that environment, for the first time 🥺 not something he really thought about, but the pure joy on her face when she's seeing giraffes and elephants and all the animals that are in her little story, learn-to-read books 🥺 and the aquarium where she gets to see all the fish 🥺 and she's just so enamored by how close she can get to see them !! 🥺 how fun !! 🥺

or she wants a soft stuffed monkey that she carries with her everywhere, or some a little headband that looks like fox ears 🥺 gets a lion cookie 🥺 HOW CUTE like this isn't something he thought about doing, but he gets there and so quickly realizes, like, this is new to her ??? this is incredible and amazing and something she's never experienced in her little life, and how lucky he is to get to experience it with her THAT'S WHAT BEING A DAD IS WAAAHHHH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🩷✨️

[herbertpocketsfidgettoys]

earthquake happened Ern what everr here’s bunny

[lylahammar]

god the farcille flashback made me cry this episode and I'm still tearing up just thinkin about it ugh I'm so happy this anime is turning out to exceed all my hopes and dreams for an anime adaptation