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[celuere]

lockjaw

pairing: sub!arlecchino x fem!reader

context: when your husband comes home drained of her energy and completely exhausted, you decide to return the favor and give her a nice… treat…

cw: needy arlecchino, faceriding, teasing, overstimulation, there is only one hing that can make the knave scream and it‘s her wife‘s mouth, will be using wife and husband on arle in this one because i see her not minding what of the two you‘ll use on her, she lowkey loosed it idk man

word count: 2.5k

art creds: lilly of the valley

on a rather rainy saturday you were sat comfortably underneath the warmth of your covers, dragging a red pencil over the children’s recent homework. with the clock chiming in for 11pm, the other side of your bed was still suspiciously empty. 

weird. usually she should be home by now… perhaps she is staying in her office at zapolyarny palace tonight due to the heavy downpour, which would be inconvenient. the two of you still had to plan the upcoming vacation for the hearth, a break with the children has been long overdue. you were thinking of visiting inazumas‘s watatsumi island, the cultural aspect and stunning scenery of the inazuman region always appealed you, but given your husband‘s status and the latest events between the last fatui harbinger and the shogun… maybe chenyu vale would also be a lovely destination.

your head jerked up as you were pulled out of your train of thoughts by the sound of a heavy door being shut, followed by some faint fontainian cursing echoing through the halls.

seems like your husband did make it home through the awful weather. you did not bother leaving the comfort of your bed as you already heard the soft thuds of her feet dragging her up the stairs while your gaze was still fixed on the mathematical equation before you.

eventually you‘ll have to give the kids another lesson about addition and multiplication. the old metal hinges of the door creaked softly in response to your husband pushing her way inside. 

„i‘ll get them oiled tomorrow.“, she‘d say almost every time, only to end up forgetting it in the midst of her harbinger work.

but not today.

today you were simply just greeted with a soft, almost inaudible „good evening, love.“. the lack of her usual deeper, serious tone caused you to lift your eyes up from the papers you were currently holding and… dear archons.

„what on earth happened with you?“

„don‘t mention it.“, with her hair dripping wet from getting caught in the weather, down to her… dirty and crinkled clothes… your husband looked like she‘s seen hell. you could swear she looked around five years younger when she left the house this morning. even her hair looked like a mess.

you watched your spouse slowly starting to shed out of her clothed, starting by unbuttoning her silken blazer, you could audibly hear her taking a very deep inhale through her nose, „i wanted to be home two hours ago, if it were not for the glorious ideas of our children.“, by now you could see they’ll steam slowly emitting from her wet strands, gotta put that curse to use somehow.

„what kind of idea required you to come home looking like… a dirty cat...?“, you put the homework aside to focus your attention fully on her as her hands fumbled with the buckle of her belt. what a sight.

„they thought it to be a clever… almost glorious idea to play hide and seek in the forest nearby the town. only to come back with not one but two of their siblings missing.“, your eyes widened as she explained the recent of you, but just as you wanted to speak up, arlecchino raised her hand and continued talking, „i naturally… reprimanded them and walked with them back to their… playground where i spent the last two hours looking for the rest of these buffoons. with my footwear. in muddy terrain. [name], they will spend the rest of the month helping around in the house. no missions. strict bedtime. the garden is long overdue for a change anyway. and we‘re not getting them the two dogs they have been begging for.“, she clicked her tongue in frustration as she failed to open up the belt before simply giving up and letting her head sag along with her shoulders.

it has been a while since you saw her so fed up. 

„honey… calm down now…“, sighing, you pushed back the blanket that was covering your lower half and rose up from the mattress. crimson eyes fixating your face as you came to a stop before her and slowly started to open up her belt.

„the children learned their lesson… sure, that idea was indeed not of high intelligence but they‘re kids at the end of the day. nobody got hurt and they‘re all safely tucked in the security of our house now… and that is all what matters.“, your hands slowly pulled the leather away from her pants and placing it neatly over the chair in front of your make up desk.

„i am very well aware of that, it‘s just… archons above, they scared the living daylights out of me…“, a sigh so deep and heavy left her throat that it had you staring up her for a good few moments, finally taking a closer look at her beautiful face which was laced with exhaustion.

„i can understand that more than well enough… but getting yourself worked up all over again will do you no good, darling. was the rest of your day at least better?“, you hooked your fingers underneath the hem of her pants to tug them down for her.

„don‘t. get me started. not now. not when i‘m with my wife…“, her black hand reached up to tug some of your lost strands back behind your ear.

and something clicked inside your head.

it has been a while since she was on the receiving end. actually… it has been months since then. and seeing how… exhausted she was right now as she got changed into her sleepwear…

before you could stop yourself, your hand grabbed after her wrist just as she wanted to put on her pants. your husband raised a questioning eyebrow at your move.

„something the matter?“

„get on the bed. please… i have just the right idea to relieve you.“, tugging her now gently towards the bed by her wrist… arlecchino did not protest. at all. maybe she was clueless. or maybe she was just too exhausted to care.

she wordlessly watched you crawl onto bed and lay down flat on your back before she sighed, „ma cherie… i would love to take care of my wife, but i really am not in the mood to buckle up one of our various toys today.“

she gave you one of her rare apologetic smiles as she wanted to proceed with putting her pyjama pants on.

„peruere.“

the usage of her real name caused her to look back at you in slight bewilderment. that name was reserved for serious, intimate situations after all. whenever you wanted her to either listen to you or when she had you gripping and moaning into the sheets until your voice grew hoarse and your knuckles white.

„sit. and i don‘t mean in front of or besides me.“, your face showed not a single sign of amusement nor sarcasm as you gestured with one of your manicured nails to your face. you could see her visibly gulp at the realization of what you were implying.

„i… ma chérie, tu ne peux pas t'attendre à ce que je…“

„my darling, you can‘t possibly expect me to…“

„i am. now sit. please… you‘d do the same for me, i‘m certain…“, that seemed to do the trick for her because just mere moments later her pants found themselves discarded on her side of the bed and she making her way up to your face, even if she was hesitant at first.

„don‘t be shy now… come here, gorgeous…“, you allowed yourself to grab onto her hips to speed up this torturously slow process, the mattress sinking down further beneath her weight. she lets a soft gasp out at your grip before you were met with a wonderfully sweet view on the small wet spot that formed on your wife‘s plain red panties.

„excited, are we, hm…?“, you could not keep that teasing grin off of lips even if your life depended on it. seeing the usually composed and dominant woman struggling to maintain eye contact with you was too adorable to not bathe in her embarrassment.

„quit that attitude or i‘ll-“, a sharp inhale followed as you interrupted her by pressing a soft kiss right onto the wet stain on her clothed pussy before you invited yourself to pull the fabric aside.

„i barely touched you and you‘re almost dripping over my mouth… who would think the knave is so easy to rile up…“, your mouth almost started to water at the sight of her slick folds, waiting to be licked clean by none other than you.

„a-are-“, she had to clear her throat, „are you done with torturing me- Oh-!“, a strong hand found its way almost immediately into your hair the moment you pressed her down on your mouth, your tongue gliding up her cunt, gathering her arousal before you almost eagerly swallowed. this woman tasted so unbelievably good and she had no idea. not a single clue of how every small gulp of her fluids snapped the restraints of your self control one by one. sharp nails scratched along your scalp as you finally paid her almost aching clit some attention by sucking her into your mouth, nibbling on the sensitive bundle of nerves and believe it or not. it did not take long until her hips started moving against your face. 

arlecchino peruere tried her utmost to keep her voice down, to not let you know how badly she enjoyed her wife eating the living the daylights out of her pussy, but she gave it all away by how she almost desperately humped your face. one hand keeping your head in place as the other had an almost deadly grip onto the wooden headboard. she did not know how badly she needed this, to just hand over the leash every once in a while. 

and as expected. it did not long for your husbands first high of the evening to hit her like an aquabus. thighs quivering around your head. her juices running down both sides of your face as she rode out her orgasm on your face, but even then she barely made any sounds besides the occasional gasp and „shit“ being muttered underneath her hot breath. 

much to your dismay.

that is why you kept her pressed down. kept her wet pussy right on your mouth as you pressed your tongue flat against her before you let movements of her own hips do the rest as her arousal ran down your throat. 

„fuck…yes…“, the humping slowly turned into a more rocking motion, dragging her whole cunt over your messed up face. you ignored how soaked your own panties were by now. or how you were clenching around nothing. all of that did not matter when the first soft moan slipped past her lips as her second orgasm came crashing down on her way sooner than expected. she was trembling by now. you could even feel the hand gripping your hair shivering slightly and she has the ridiculous idea to try and get off your face. we couldn‘t have that. right?

„you are not going anywhere…“, bringing her dripping pussy back down on your face by her thighs, you knew exactly what do with your tongue this time. 

„ah-!!! hold on-! th-that is not- hah-!!“, a moan from the depths of her throat so guttural bounced off the walls, it sent a fucking shiver down your spine. slipping your tongue inside her obviously seemed like the perfect choice. 

she was so incredibly sensitive, every little move of yours seemed to sent her jolting against you. and she was whining. whining and whimpering, begging for a short break, to just let her breathe for a second when you continued to tonguefuck her, your nose nuzzled against her swollen clit, your whole face was covered in sweat and other bodily fluids by now from her earlier faceriding. 

so celestia help this tortured soul when the wooden headboard seemed to slowly start cracking underneath her literal deathgrip. she could not handle her wife. she couldn‘t handle the overwhelming pleasure sending bolts of ecstasy through her body and she certainly couldn‘t handle the third orgasm you shoved down her throat. you coul barely see anything down there other than few black and neatly trimmed pubes, but you were drowning in her.

and did she really think it would stop here?

„b-break- l-love please… i-“, was the knave sobbing right now? sobbing over getting her literal soul sucked out of her pussy? you will never let her live this down. ever.

but in the back of your mind you already knew she will pay you back. tenfold. but that was a problem to worry about for another day. the only thing that mattered now was getting her through a fourth orgasm now. 

clearly, you weren‘t nearly as skilled as her when it came to mouthwork, but you memorized quite a lot from your past experiences with her. for example how to nicely curl up your tongue in an enjoyable manner for her and you didn‘t know if hated or loved it by the way her moan rung in your ears.

pathetic, was she not?

amidst the fog of her taste covering your mind, you could not help but moan into her warmth, pressing your legs together to somehow soothe the almost hurting emptiness between them. it has been a while since you were this down. you are sure that there must have formed a stain on the sheets underneath you already.

and you did not even notice when the juices from her fourth climax dripped into your mouth. you were so fixed, so obsessed with savoring every single drop of her arousal as the poor woman above you tried calming down from the raw energy clouding her mind, lungs burning along with every single one of her poor muscles. her thighs were practically numb by now.

but neither of you noticed the smell of burnt wood filling the room until you finally opened your eyes to look up at your poor husband.

only to see the headboard she was holding onto for dear life simmering and smoking underneath her hand, with a small flame slowly starting to form right underneath, her arm completely drowned in a bloody red.

„m-mh-!!!!“, now slapping her thighs and trying to catch her attention, you were the one getting nervous now.

„hm…? what is it now…?“, she groaned as she slowly lifted her head up- and groaned even more at sight of the destroyed headboard.

„archons above, not again.“, she ran a hand over her sweaty face before snapping her fingers and getting off of your face. the fire simply seized from existence.

with a soft tint of pink decorating her face she looked down at you, crimson eyes screaming anything but soft, „just to be… clear… this never happened.“

„you were a bit too loud for that to be true-“, another snap echoed from somewhere far away, rendering you silent. you just stuck out your tongue to her.

but it was worth it when you watched her try to get out of bed the next morning without looking an old grandma.

[sexygayvampire]

okay. i must do this for vervain and emmrich immediately

1. pretty much at first sight, yeah. he is utterly disarmed by emmrich’s charm, whimsy, and skill at his craft. during that recruitment mission at the necropolis he falls hard and fast. no coming back from that.

2. seeing the way he fights for his cause. i imagine it’s during the double dragon fight that it hits emmrich, seeing vervain’s determination and passion at their strongest—for revenge for minrathous, for justice for treviso. vervain will stop at nothing until minrathous is free of venatori and treviso is cleared of blight, and witnessing his anger at full throttle and his sheer force of will makes emmrich weak in the knees.

3. longer than it should have. vervain flirts and teases incessantly, but he waits for emmrich to make the first move, and emmrich overthinks it. by the time he finally asks vervain if he can kiss him, taash is near murderous and bellara owes neve 20 gold.

4. vervain is deeply fascinated by the mourn watch and their practices. he loves visiting the necropolis and constantly asks emmrich questions about necromancy and spirits and nevarran culture. i think emmrich has a lot of respect and admiration for the shadow dragons and the work that they do, and he’s happy to lend a hand in vervain’s work where he can.

5. as above, vervain loves learning about emmrich’s culture and is always enthusiastic about partaking in rituals and whatnot. on the other end, he’s been teaching emmrich all the hidden-gem hole-in-the-wall spots in the city, how to spot a scam, cheating at wicked grace 101, and other dock town traditions. emmrich is eager to learn, if not a bit concerned at times.

6. they do a lot of reading in silence together. aside from that, emmrich has taught vervain to slow down and appreciate a walk in the garden or a cup of tea, and vervain brings emmrich on late nights out in dock town, whirlwinds of drinks and dancing that leave them both exhausted and laughing. vervain learns about art and architecture. emmrich learns dock town’s best back alleys to make out in. they spend hours talking about magic and history. i think if jigsaw puzzles existed in thedas they would become the most irritating people in the world.

7. extremely physically affectionate. emmrich always has a hand on vervain’s shoulder or waist. vervain loves pda and cannot go five minutes without kissing emmrich. they’re gushy and annoying and call each other pet names and taash has asked lucanis what his rates are for a hit

8. they don’t do a lot of formal dates, but they go on outings together a lot. tending to the flowers in the necropolis gardens every week. getting drinks with the shadows at the swan. vervain isn’t really one for formality, and emmrich finds his looser approach to a relationship exciting. when they do get a nice dinner or something, vervain usually lets emmrich plan. (he tried, once. a fight broke out and they wound up having to hunt down venatori late into the night. can’t have shit in dock town.)

9. constantly. they’re attached at the hip. in the early days, vervain spins some excuses about how “there could be a demon around any corner” and how he “needs a fade expert to follow solas’s trail,” but it’s pretty obviously bullshit. neve calls him on it immediately. they fight very well together (despite both being long-range staff mages, lol) and have excellent coordination and battlefield control. …though emmrich spends a lot of time healing vervain.

10. i mean, we all know how emmrich is. dearest, darling, my love, my dear, etc.—it’s nonstop and annoys everyone else and it always makes vervain’s heart flutter. vervain mostly just calls emmrich “em,” simple but effective in making him blush, but he breaks out a “love” or a “darling” every now and then.

11. vervain absolutely thinks it first. it’s probably before they’re even together. he doesn’t half-ass anything. he’s the one to say it first, too; a casual “maker, i love you” after emmrich rambles about some necromancy thing or another. emmrich freezes up, which causes vervain to realize what he’s said and start panicking, but emmrich calms him with an “i love you too, dearest” and a kiss.

12. a lot. mostly about specific academics that irritate emmrich who he rants about, and whenever anything goes wrong, it’s their fault. “my teacup got knocked over? fucking [insert scholar] again.” also vervain has been trying to get emmrich to say “fuck” for like, five months. at this point he must be holding out on purpose

13. (opens vervain’s 7 and a half hour playlist) (cracks knuckles) tunnel lights - chelsea wolfe. to die for - the birthday massacre. live 4ever - magdalena bay. bone marrow - mellowdrone. fly on the windscreen - depeche mode.

14. vervain loves to give gifts. he’s not very good with words, so he brings emmrich little trinkets like a weird cat. his favorite flowers, jewelry, books he thinks he might like, some fancy tea from antiva, just a constant stream of small gifts to show his affection. emmrich’s gift-giving is more of a grand gesture—he gives vervain one of his own bracelets, expensive wine, all rose petals and romance. both are extremely endeared to the other’s gifts and treasure everything they’ve exchanged.

15. emmrich was a mess. they left off after that argument about how emmrich would definitely die before vervain, and, well. he hadn’t thought about the alternative. he was not prepared to lose him. he hardly slept, he looked like shit, he holed himself away with bellara to work on that dagger and try to figure out how to get vervain back. lucanis had to remind him to eat. upon rescue, they somehow became even more inseparable. emmrich could not stop crying for like two hours. he was exhausted and overjoyed and experiencing every emotion and damn that argument, he swore to treasure every moment they would ever have together, no matter what was to happen at the end of it.

16. he was overwhelmed with guilt and anger for davrin and neve. he knew emmrich would be terrified for him and wanted nothing more than to soothe his pain. the self-reflection required by the fade prison was… difficult. he’s honestly still in disbelief that he was able to leave at all. but he absolutely refused to leave emmrich like that, without resolving their fight. his determination to make things right is what got him out in the end.

17. vervain absolutely adores how excited emmrich gets when talking about necromancy. emmrich admires vervain’s unwavering confidence and courage.

18. marriage is a certainty. it might not fly in tevinter, but they can do it in nevarra. vervain will not stop fighting until there are no venatori left alive or he dies trying to make that happen, so retirement isn’t exactly in the cards for him, but he will insist upon emmrich not working himself too hard as he grows older. as for children, they have manfred and that’s all they need. but maybe they could get a cat. manfred would love a cat.

Questions for your Rook and their partner:

Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

When does the partner realize that they're in love with Rook?

How long does it take for them to officially get together? Did any of the other Lighthouse members have any suspicions beforehand?

Do your Rook and their partner share the same faction? If so, does that affect their relationship at all? If not, what is your Rook's opinion of their partner's faction? What is the partner's opinion of Rook's faction?

Do they have different cultural backgrounds (e.g. a Rook who was raised in Antiva with Harding who was raised in Ferelden)? If so, do they ever share parts of their culture with each other? If they're similar, how do they celebrate their culture together?

What is their favorite thing to do together? Do they share any hobbies? Does your Rook teach their partner their own hobbies? Does the partner teach Rook theirs?

Are they a physically affectionate couple? Are they fine displaying those affections in public or do they prefer to be in private? If they're not, how do they prefer to show their love instead?

What does their ideal date look like? Do they go on much?

Does your Rook bring them out often? How are they like on the battlefield? Do they banter much?

Do they have any nicknames for each other? Who uses terms of endearment more?

Who says "I love you" first? What is the other's reaction? Who thinks it first?

Any inside jokes?

What song(s) do you associate with them?

Does your Rook get their partner any other gifts (besides the one already in-game)? Does the partner get Rook any? Any gifts that are particularly special?

What was the partner's reaction to Rook being imprisoned in the Fade? How did they cope? How did they react upon seeing Rook again?

How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner?

What is your Rook's favorite thing about their partner? What is the partner's favorite thing about Rook?

When all is said and done, where would they like to retire together? Is marriage in the cards for them? Children? Pets?

[snazzynacho]

— Bloodthirsty Demon

Part 1/?

Emperor Geta x wife!Reader

Words: 3K. Read on ao3. Masterlist.

Fandom: Gladiator II (2024)

Summary: You and your husband Geta get worked up over a bloody gladiatorial fight. Geta is engrossed by your bloodthirstyness. (Oh, and Caracalla’s there too, being cute hehe.) (pre-gladiator II I guess.)

Warning(s): Violence, Blood, Gladiatorial fight, pet names used, Y/N used only twice, mention of intercourse, very horny flirty, no smut sorry (maybe in a second part if I write it.). 🔞

A/N: please someone take my cellular device away from me. (actually please don't. i’ll explode.)

The view of the Colosseum is always magnificent, especially from your Emperor(s) and Empress's booth which has a perfect view for your majesties.

Your husband, Geta, is sitting on your right with his brother to his right—all three of you are glued to the arena below. The gladiatorial fights are always something you all enjoy.

It is a moment of pure release and energy—the blood and gore, the incessant roars and screams of the crowd—is invigorating.

Geta usually picks a fighter to root over, only to drop him when he senses him losing. This time, there seems to be no one bother rooting for. He orders more wine, holding his goblet up in the air, to which a servant promptly refills with red wine. Caracalla leans over to murmur something into Geta’s ear which causes the man to giggle like a drunken schoolboy into his goblet.

You glance over, seeing them giggle, which amuses you much to you trying to hide the evidence. Seeing their brotherhood, untainted by Caracalla’s illness or imperial duties, is a heartwarming sight to see.

Geta glances over, seeing you smirk into your goblet. An eyebrow quirks and the emperor gives you a side eye look. "And what are you smirking at?" He asks, slurring his words ever so slightly. He has already downed several cups of wine, after all.

“Just enjoying the view of my amused husband,” you coo, your voice low and sultry, leaning near him ever so closely.

This response makes him laugh, in his usual hyena like manner. “Enjoying the view of me, are you?" He slurs slightly before gesturing towards the should-be bloody spectacle below. "But my dear, I did not realise you had a taste for bloodshed.” he leans closer as well, “Unless you are getting off on a different kind of view…" he jokes, giving you a sinful look.

“You know I cannot resist either,” you glance away from him back to the fight, checking in, but you already know not much has happened as Caracalla has stayed pretty quiet, which is unlike him.

Geta chuckles at your response and leans back in his throne. He motions with his hand for a servant to top up his wine once more, before fixing you with an amused smirk again. "Now I'm not sure what to think. Maybe I should be concerned when my blushing bride says she loves bloodshed.” He snickers to himself then takes a long gulp, the strong wine coursing down his throat.

You hum. “Yes, maybe you should,”

You eye the abysmal fighting in the arena below. A scowl forms on your face. Whats taking them so long? Why is the fight so boring!? You need another drink. Maybe that will liven it up and trick you into thinking it is fun. You hold your goblet up in the air and a servant refills it with red wine and down it.

Geta’s gaze returns to the colosseum, his reaction is the same as yours. His nose slightly crinkles with disgust as one gladiator misses another. “Gods, this is a boring fight...they're useless.” he voices your thoughts.

"Come here," Geta demands, his attention wearing at the boring fight, crooking a finger towards you, beckoning you to draw closer to him. As you do, he slides a hand around your waist like a snake pulling in its prey and pulls you into his lap, resting possessively on your thigh. “Maybe you're secretly a bloodthirsty devil like me. I wouldn’t be surprised." He smirks and glances at the fighting below, his eyes following with intensity. Every punch thrown, every splash of blood, every cry of pain. The Emperor's dark brown eyes reflected a strange excitement as he watched, his other arm draped over the back of chair. But it’s not enough. He needs more. All three of you do.

“Of course, I am. It was the first thing we bonded over,” you reply casually, quirking an eyebrow and smirking at him.

“Mmm, yes. I do recall that now. You were so shy, and when I asked you if you like fighting and bloodshed, you were like an excitable little demon." Geta chuckles and sips his wine, his arm squeezing you a bit tighter as he does so.

You cackle at your resemblance between yourself and a ‘excitable little demon’, as your husband describes, so hard that you have to explain to Caracalla what you are laughing about which sends the three of you into drunken hysterics.

Geta's grip on your waist tightens, as he laughs alongside you and Caracalla. His wine threatens to spill from his cup from laughing so hard, as do all your goblets, his chest heaving as he cackles like a hyena.

You then hear Caracalla squark laughter when he finally notices you are sat on his brother’s lap. “Have you become so bored you are going to fuck?!” he wheezes out more laughter.

Geta's grip on you loosens as he laughs with his brother, both men’s laughs turn into cackling like madmen. Caracalla is drunk. Extremely drunk, and the alcohol slurs his words as he expresses, “I'd forgotten about that, brother. She made quite an impression on you that night, didn't she!"

“Oh, shush, Cara,” you say playfully, leaning over to smile at him. Caracalla giggles, giving you a crooked grin in return.

Geta laughs all the more as his brother reminds him of your first meeting. He remembers it like it was yesterday, how you revealed your true devilish side to him on that night, and he was enraptured. “ah, yes. An impression I will never forget.”

The gladiator below makes yet another mistake and trips over his own feet. “Gods, this has to be the worst fight of the century. At this rate, the winner will be whoever gets lucky first. If any of this is even considered fighting..." Geta sniggers, and Caracalla giggles in agreement.

At that, you down the last of your wine, and cry, “GET ON WITH IT!” into the arena below. You do not know exactly who you're saying it about or to but, like Geta says, it’ll be whoever gets lucky.

They laugh and howl like insane men at your sudden bloodthirsty reaction and Geta downs his drink too, before shouting out at the gladiators. “HEAR THAT? YOUR EMPRESS WANTS A BLOODY FIGHT, GIVE HER ONE!”Geta's bellowing demand rings out around the Colosseum, and for a moment there's an eerie quiet that follows.

The gladiators below glance around for any sign of you, the Empress, and even their opponents stop and glance up at the viewing box. Then, a collective roar from the audience sounds, as they pick up on both your words, shouting and cheering in consensus. Your Emperor snickers and nudges you with a grin that's all teeth with his wild eyes. "Look at them scramble around. You'd think you're a goddess descended from the heavens."

Geta holds you firmly in his lap and he leans in to whisper in your ear, his hot breath against your skin, while his hand travels down to your thigh. “I have to say, you shouting like that was unexpected, my dear. But extremely arousing all the same," Your husband’s whispered admission is punctuated by a low growl, and his grip tightens on your thigh, giving you a kiss on your neck. It hits the sensitive vein perfectly and you bite your lip, squirming delightfully in pleasure. He pulls you closer, his chest pressing flush against your back, as he eyes the arena.

The gladiators now fight with more fervor, clearly trying to please you—their empress. It's a brutal and bloody brawl, just as you have ordered. One of the gladiators particularly obliges, brandishing a sword in vigour and roars for the crowd making Caraclla clap in giddiness.

Geta leans down and murmurs into your ear, his breath warm against your skin, the same sensitive spot he just pecked, sending shivers down your spine. “He's putting on quite the performance, my dear, perhaps we should reward him for it." He smirks, his hands caress your thigh with a possessive squeeze. Geta’s attention drifts back to the arena, watching the fight below with rapt interest, hearing Caracalla continue to joyfully react to an intense squall between two gladiators.

“I don’t know what fight you have been watching but he’s done the bare minimum so far.”

Geta scoffs at your comment. "I could say the same about all of them, they're all lacking." However, he then smirks again. He has always loved how you challenge him. "Ah, but maybe I'm a little biased. I'm watching a much more entertaining performance in my lap after all."

“Aw, you sweet thing,” you twist your neck to look at him, holding his chin with affection and a tad of harshness, all the while you hold your goblet up in your other hand for another refill.

Geta grins. His eyes drink you in like a parched man. His grip on your thigh tightens once more, as he leans his face in even closer. He murmurs against you skin, his words a low timber against your ear. “You call me sweet, yet you are the only person I would allow to handle me with any sort of harshness, and still find it attractive."

You end up in a fit of giggles at his words. The combination of his sweet words and wine make you feel light headed. Your giggling quickly changes into a squeal though, as the fight becomes rather exciting. In the blink of an eye, a gladiator has punctured another so hard in the most perfect vein that blood sprayed up, as another got killed by a tiger. It excites the baying crowd, who eagerly roars for more. Bloodthirsty hyenas they are, likewise with you and the Emperors.

With Caracalla maniacally laughing again, banging his hands excitedly against the armrests, your hungry gazes eat up the gruesome entertainment.

Geta's grip on you tightens further. His hand slides up along your thigh to rest at your hip. He pulls you closer into his lap, the excitement in the air palpable. He chuckles heartily at your reaction, your squeal. His fingers dig into your hip slightly as he hears your squeal, the gladiator below has just been killed by a tiger. How dramatic.

His attention is on the fight once more, his eyes glue to the sight of blood and violence with a voracious stare. In the arena below, another gladiator meets a brutal death, and the crowd roars once more. Geta is all too entertained, and he tightens his grip on your thigh again. “Excellent! I was beginning to fall asleep! Caracalla, did you see that?! Did you see that, Y/N? One death by tiger, and then another pierced through. You made the right call." His hands momentarily become free, leaving your thigh and handing his goblet to a nearby servant, to clap, before returning back to your flesh and downing another gulp of wine. His breath is hot against the shell of your ear and it's clear the bloodbath below is having quite the effect on him too. “Perhaps you should order them to fight to the death more often,” Your emperor purrs into your ear. “You're always so entertaining when you're bloodthirsty."

“I know. You should listen to me more,”

Geta's hand on your leg tightens again, as he leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the action enthralled. “Gods, you're such an arrogant thing." The emperor laughs in response to your reply, he's thoroughly mesmerised by your words and he knows you're right. “I should listen to you more, my sweet. You have excellent taste after all,” he commends, more so referring to himself which makes you shake your head in amusement.

The fight has reached its climax leaving two gladiators left and the crowd is going tumultuous. The gore is his favourite thing. You can feel the adrenaline in him as he shifts in his seat with a thrill. Geta's lips then skim along your throat, leaving a trail of small kisses as he watches the massacre below continue.

Geta watches his brother Caracalla, who is now completely and utterly wasted, bellowing with laughter hysterically. Turning his attention to you, Geta gives a sly smile on his face. "Gods, look at him. He's completely gone. Too much wine and too much blood. I hope he keeps it down and not throw it all back up again."

“You can never have too much, husband.” you say, a cheeky arid look in your eyes.

A low chuckle rumbles its way out of his chest, his teeth grazing the crook of your neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. “My sweet devilish wife,“ he can't resist giving your thigh a quick smack. “But I do prefer to have you all to myself when I’m intoxicated. And I think I’d rather not be covered in his vomit a second time this week.” he raises his goblet to the servant standing patiently nearby and motions for a refill. The servant, as always, quickly obliges, and refills his drink. The red liquid sloshes as the cup is handed back into Geta’s shaky hand. Geta takes a long, slow drink, closing his eyes and savouring the taste.

He lowers the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before speaking. “I wouldn’t mind having you all to myself right now, in fact. But I’m not sure what the Senate will think of that,” he huffs, as his hand has somehow found its way under your stola.

You feel a tickle on your bare thigh, and the rings adorning his fingers are cold differing against your flushed body. “Geta!” you gasp at his sudden touch under your clothing. “You must be extremely intoxicated!” you burst out laughing, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger as if you are not in the same drunken condition as him.

He scrunches his face at your touch. As punishment he drags his hand further up, tracing your inner thigh. You slam your hand on his hand under your stola to stop him from moving any further. “Not in public!” you squeal, but neither of you can deny the effect he has on you. He’s become very good at reading you over the years.

Geta laughs devilishly, amused by your feeble attempt to stop his wandering hand. His eyes flash with intense desire. He does not reply at first, merely drinking you in like you’re his goblet of wine.

“Public, private. I don’t care. I want you, now. I don’t care if the whole Senate watches. I doubt they’d be surprised. We're not exactly the most discrete when it comes to…our affections." His breath is hot on your neck, his lips finding their way to the sensitive spot that had him nibbling at before. Only this time he can’t resist but to clamp his mouth down, giving you a hickey.

When he pulls back, he grins at the sight of the red mark blossoming on your skin. He smirks at you, a naughty twinkle in his dark brown eyes. “Besides, I think they'd be more worried about what they're seeing down below." He nods his head down at the arena. The final two gladiators are still going at it.

A loud whoop from Caracalla and the enigmatic loudness of the crowd breaks the spell he has on you (or one you have put on him), tearing your gaze away from each other. One gladiator has the other pinned to the ground now. It’s nearing the end.

“So am I. Now hush,” You place your finger against his lips, turning your attention to the action below. As you do, you feel a pair of teeth graze your finger, biting down just a little.

Gasping, you flick your eyes back at Geta. “You wild animal,”

Geta is about to reply to your counteraction, an equally naughty one, to your comment, until he is interrupted.

“The gods must speak!” Caracalla, who is now on his feet, hollers, pointing at the action below. His signalling for Geta to give his opinion on whether or not the gladiator shall kill his fellow opponent or not works as Geta hands his goblet for a servant to take, gives you a sympathetic look and gently guides you off his lap. His hand still clutches your waist possessively.

You already know what answer he is going to choose. You've got him too worked up not to.

He raises his arm out with his thumb in a neutral position. He's thinking. He closes his eyes, all drama and theatrics, while he searches for the god’s answer on this duel and whether two men will walk free or only one.

After a moment of suspense, you grasp the hand of his that is on your waist, while the other traces the pattern of his toga you have memorised. This seems to snap him out of his mind, his eyes popping open with the most wickedest look ever. He slowly sneers, as his wrist rotates downward, his thumb pointing down to the ground.

Everyone roars and chants hysterically in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the demise ahead. The loser on the ground keeps his head low, already accepting his death. The winning Gladiator holds his sword in the air.

The three of you majesties lean over the bannister in awe, wanting to capture the very last moments of this gladiator’s life and his morbidly fascinating gruesome end.

The sword gleams in the harsh sunlight, as it suspends down, cutting the loser’s neck, slicing his head clean off. You scream, but not in terror. You’re giddy, and jump up and down, clapping your hands, just as Caracalla is with you. Geta stays put in the middle of you two. His grin is venomous and mixed dangerously with lust. He gazes out to the audience, his people, Rome’s children. They're just as worked up as he is inside, as you and Cara are outwardly. In these moments, he’s filled with warmth that he has put on a great spectacle for all to see, to root for, to celebrate.

Now, it’s his turn to celebrate you, his wife, the empress…his bloodthirsty demon.

(YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, TO STEAL OR TO REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS.)

A/N: There may be part 2…we’ll see 👀

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[ghostmoon1]

Would you write for a reader w/ smthng like a skin picking disorder (dermatillomania),?

It's not in a s/h way- in my case it's not painful, I just do it because either my skin isn't smooth enough or I'm stressed or smthng,, there's no pain associated with it for me,

If you do,, may I req an x reader w/ Ghost and Roach,?

But please don't worry if you're uncomfortable with it !!!

-Spidey Anon

Hello my lovely Spidey Anon!

It took a while, but I suddenly had motivation to write tonight and just spent a hour on it. But I finished, finally lol-

And don't worry!! Stuff like this I'm perfectly okay with, as I'm open to writing most things. And I do the same thing, so I understand :3

But anyways, here you are!! Enjoy!!

Ghost and Roach x Skin Picker!Reader

Ghost

It was a quiet afternoon, everything in the house was done and you were sitting on the couch, your phone in one hand as you scrolled aimlessly while waiting for Simon to return home. He had ducked out to the shops to grab a few ingredients for dinner, you could tell he was planning something good from the way he had jumped around the kitchen the hour before he left, checking the cupboards and fridge to see what you had. His lips were slightly lifted, almost grinning as he planned the dinner for you both.

You could tell when he got back home, from both the sound of his car engine rumbling as he droves down the street and the heavy thuds of his boots as he made his way up the stairs to your home, the soft jingle of keys at the door and the way he dropped the groceries on the kitchen counter before making his way directly towards you. “M’home luv,” he mumbles, instantly flopping onto the couch next to you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, adorning your neck with soft kisses. He was really just a big puppy, but just for you.

He cherishes the way you giggle and drop your phone onto the couch next to you, wrapping your arms around him as you both end up as a cuddle pile on the couch. He ends it with one last kiss, deep and loving to your lips before standing up and giving your ass a playful slap as he makes his way back to the kitchen to begin cooking for the both of you.

As the smell of the homecooked meal starts to waft through the house, you follow the smell to find him stirring a pot over the stove. He grins as he sees you enter, not saying anything as he takes a spoonful of what he is cooking, blowing on it before lifting it to your lips. He chuckles as you let out a moan of delight as the flavours hit your tongue. “Alright love, how was work today?” he asks, continuing to stir the food as he waits for your reply.

“Ah… it was okay, my boss cut the deadline again for my next report,” you reply softly, the stress seeping through your voice as you lean against the counter, your brow furrowed as you think of the recent conversation you had with your boss. His cold and stern look sent shivers down your spine, even as you just thought about it.

“Oh dear luv… how much did he cut it back by?”

“Another week. I have three days to complete it now,” you reply again, your hands finding each other as you speak, your body trying to deal with the nerves and stress.

Simon turns around with a slight frown, looking over you with concern. “He shouldn’t be allowed to do that… M’sorry luv,” he murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest until he notices your hands, picking at each other like you always did when you were stressed or nervous, even worse when you were both. His movements were quick, almost instant as he reached for your hands, pulling them up to study them with a pout. “Darl… no more of this. Look- it’s all red,” he mutters as his fingers softly touch the reddened skin.

“I didn’t mean to…” you murmur back, watching as he shakes his head with a small ‘tsk’. 

He shakes his head, patting your hand. “Let me go get the cream… can’t have it getting sore now can we?” 

You nod, and he makes his way out of the room, shortly after returning with a small tube of antiseptic cream. He guides you into one of the dining room chairs, sitting beside you and gently taking your hand in his, applying the cream with the other with the utmost care. “We gotta’ find something to help with this,” he mutters, still holding your hands in his and his thumb gently rubbing along your knuckles in a soothing manner. “Promise, yeah luv?”

“I’ll try.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl/boy. Now, let's get ready for dinner, yeah?”

Roach

It was a nice afternoon on the couch, the plush yet worn-out fabric holding both you and Roach snug, winding down after a stressful week. He was snuggled up against you, head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat as his eyes remained trained on the television. His strong arms were wrapped snuggly around your waist, humming along with the music in the show as it came on. It was his heaven really, being with the one he loved most in such a simple situation. No guns, no violence.

It was just you.

The week had been stressful for both of you. It was a long wait until Roach had come back home from his mission, and people at your workplace were just never the best. Stack that up with a heavy work loud, and it made your whole week just endless hours of stressing and wanting to pull your hair out. 

You let out a long sigh, making Roach stir, hugging you a little closer as his eyes remain on the television, too engrossed in the show. Your arms find their way around his back, not even thinking as your fingers play with each other for a moment, before finding a bit of skin on your finger, using your nails to pick at it, not even thinking about it. Just your body trying to find its way to relieve all the pent-up stress. 

Roach mumbles something to himself, feeling your hands move against his back until he realises what you are doing. He was quick to act, playfully slapping your hands off his back, before grabbing both of them and putting them underneath him, pressed up against his chest. Laying on them so you couldn't move them.

You go to complain, your lips parting before he beats you to it, cutting you off with a small ‘nuh uh!’. “I know what you’re doing baby. No picking!” he scolds, booping your nose with a small grin.

“It doesn’t hurt-”

He cuts you off again, shaking his head and pressing his chest against your hands more, making sure they are secure. “Don’t matter. You’re not allowed to.”

You huff softly, laying back against the couch as you try to break free from the hold he has on your hands. “Gary- you can let go now.”

He shakes his head, looking up at you with adoring eyes. “Not unless you promise you won’t do it again. I will lay here all night like this to make sure you don’t.”

You let out a soft groan, but couldn’t help the smile that sneaks itself onto your lips. His loving and protective nature was something you just couldn’t fight against. You try once more to pull your hands back from his prison, but it quickly ends with you giving up once more. “Fine, I won’t,” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head as he waits for you to continue.

“I promise.”

He nods, letting your hands slip free from the grasp he had on them. Now, instead if being imprisoned under his chest, he held them firmly in his hands, calloused thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles. “Good, no more of that. We gotta’ find other ways to help you with your stress, huh?” 

At your nod he grins, letting out a content sigh before lifting your hand to his lips, softly pressing kisses along your knuckles.

[winchesterwild78]

Unspoken Words pt 8

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters

Warnings: Angst, Accusation of Cheating, Childbirth, SMUT!, fluff

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid. 

*Last chapter. Features a time jump or two. * This chapter got a bit long, sorry not sorry.

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story. 

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

*8th Month of Pregnancy*

Standing at the mirror I placed my hand on my belly. I couldn’t believe I was just over 8 months pregnant. 

Lily was getting more excited about the babies. She was talking more and was helping me with the nursery. 

Jensen had been working and gone filming a lot. He’d missed a few appointments but I understood. At the last ultrasound appointment they were going to tell me the genders but I asked them to wait. 

My heart ached for Jensen to come home. I knew his job was important and I was so proud of him. I just missed him. 

It was late at night and Lily was in bed. I had changed and glanced at myself in the mirror again. 

I could feel the little kicks and flutters in my stomach, it made me smile. A pang of sadness filled my heart. 

Chalking it up to the hormones I tried to push the thoughts away. I know Jensen loves me, Lily and our children, but I couldn’t help but feel alone and unwanted. 

When Jensen would get home he’d be exhausted and focused on other things. He hadn’t touched me in about a month. My heart ached for his touch. I didn’t say anything to him because I didn’t want to add more stress to him. 

Sarah encouraged me to talk to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

I took out my phone and sent him a text. 

Me: Hey baby. Just wanted to tell you I miss you and can’t wait until you’re home. You’re still coming home in a few days, right? 

I watched the bubbles appear and disappear several times before it stopped. No reply came in. My message was shown read. 

Maybe he’s on set and glanced at his phone. He’ll message me when he can. 

I sat on the couch and turned on the television for some background noise and honestly to try to pull me out of my head. 

I dozed off around 1am and didn’t hear my phone go off. I slept for a few hours, waking up around 5:30am I glanced at my phone and saw a message notification from Jensen. 

A smile crept across my face, but quickly faded when I read the text. 

Jensen: Thank you for tonight. I needed to blow off some steam. You looked beautiful. 

I swallowed hard and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt sick. Who was this message meant for?! Who did he go out with? 

I opened Instagram and saw a ton of new pictures Jensen was tagged in. He was out at some bar with the cast of his latest project and there was a female co-worker hanging on him. He had a huge smile on his face. She was gorgeous. Young, skinny, and very beautiful. The total opposite of me. The kind of woman Jensen previously had on his arm. 

My heart broke. What was I going to do? How can I raise three children on my own? I’ve been a fucking fool to think he would stay with me. I sobbed. 

Not knowing what to do I followed the pictures back to the original post and it was from her account. 

The original post talked about how lucky she felt to be welcomed to this crew and how much she admired Jensen and his kindness on and off the set. The next part made me want to vomit “Thanks Jens for an incredible night. You definitely know how to make a girl feel special. 🫶🏻❤️” 

I took a screenshot and sent it to Sarah. She said she’d be right over. 

I sobbed harder. My heart felt like it was breaking in my chest. 

Sarah showed up about 15 minutes later and wrapped me in her arms. “Shh, sweetie. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this. Jensen loves you so much. He’s loyal to you.” 

Sarah held me as I cried. “Y/N, think about the babies. You’ve got to calm down. This isn’t good for them.” 

“No, what’s not good for them is their father cheating on their mother with a fucking child!” Sarah had sent Steve a text and told him what happened before she came over. He said he’d call Jensen and get to the bottom of it. 

Sarah’s phone went off and it was a text from Steve. 

Steve: No answer yet. I’ll keep trying. How’s she doing?

Sarah: She’s devastated. I’m really worried about her and the babies. God I hope he didn’t cheat on her. 

Steve: I’ve known Jensen for decades, he’s really not that kind of guy. I promise. 

Sarah: I hope he’s not. 

“Y/N, come on sweetie take a deep breath.” 

I took a breath in and let it out. Then I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. Sarah made me lay down and brought me some water. “You have to relax honey. This isn’t good for the babies.” 

I nodded and tried to relax. My phone went off with a message notification. Sarah wouldn’t let me check it. 

Jensen: Hey baby. Yeah. I’ll be home in a few days as long as filming runs smoothly. I love you and miss you too. 

Sarah read the message and was pissed. He completely ignored the message he sent in the middle of the night. So Sarah sent a reply back. 

Me: Jensen, this is Sarah. You might want to make sure you know who you’re texting before you send it. Y/N saw the text you meant to send some other woman and I’m here picking up the pieces. I swear to god if you’re cheating on her I’m going to cut off your balls! “You had a great time and you needed to blow off some steam and she was beautiful?!” Who the fuck sends another woman a message like that?

Jensen read the message from Sarah and scrolled up. He ran his fingers through his hair “Fuck! I’m so fucking stupid!” 

I was laying on the couch and had Sarah help me up so I could use the bathroom. I sat down and then I saw blood. My heart started racing. When I stood up my water broke. 

“Sarah, come quick!” Sarah ran to my side, seeing the blood and where my water broke she took my hand. “Okay, this is fine. Let me call Steve and see if he can come over for Lily so I can take you to the hospital. 

“Sarah, I need Jensen. He should be here. Please call him.” 

She nodded, helped me change and called Jensen. 

Jensen saw my name pop up on his phone. He took a steady breath and answered it. “Hey baby. I know we need to talk.” 

“Jensen, this is Sarah. You need to get home. Y/N’s in labor. You caused her to go into labor. Please leave your girlfriend there and get to the hospital.” Sarah’s voice dripped with anger and venom. 

“Sarah, I don’t have, you know what, forget it. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please tell her I’m on my way and I love her.” 

“Sure you do.” Then Sarah hung up. 

I looked at Sarah, “He said he’s on his way and he loves you.” She scoffed. 

“Sarah, please.” She sighed, “I’m sorry. It just pisses me off. You’re carrying his children and you’ve given up everything to be with him and this is how he repays you?” 

“Sarah, please stop. He has a right to explain.” Another pain shot through my body. Steve had arrived and Sarah and I were on our way to the hospital. 

I sent Jensen a text. 

Me: Jens I’m so scared. Please get home safe and quickly. 

Jensen: I’m boarding a flight now. I’m so sorry baby. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. I love you and our family. 

Me: I hope not. I love you too. I don’t want to have these babies without you. 

Jensen: I’m trying to get there as fast as I can. 

Me: I know. We do have a lot to talk about, but first we need to focus on these babies. 

I put my phone down as a contraction hit. Sarah pulled up to the Emergency Department and ran inside. She came back out with a nurse and wheelchair. 

Helping me out of the car they wheeled me in. 

I was immediately taken to labor and delivery and hooked up to the monitor. 

My contractions were close, but not unbearable. I kept looking at the door hoping Jensen would walk in at any moment. 

Sarah stood by my bed and held my hand during the contractions. 

The doctor came in and checked me and said the babies seemed okay for now but we would keep monitoring them for any signs of distress. If there was any distress I’d have to have a c-section. I nodded in understanding. 

A few hours later the contractions were closer and I was getting more worried Jensen wouldn’t make it. 

The doctor came in and checked me, “Okay, it looks like you’re ready to have these babies. Are you ready?” 

Tears started to fall, “No, it’s too early and Jensen isn’t here. Sarah, he should be here.” 

She held my hand, “I know sweetie. He’s on his way. I’m right here.” 

The doctor assured me once the babies were born they would be assessed quickly for any complications. 

It was time to push and the doctor and nurses got me ready. Jensen still wasn’t there and my heart broke more. 

“Sarah, does he really love me?” She wiped the tears away, “Oh Y/N I’m sure he does. He will be here soon.” 

As if on cue Jensen walked in the door. Bag in hand and sunglasses and hat on top of his head. 

He dropped his stuff and ran to my side, “Hey baby. I’m here.” He took my hand and kissed the top of my head. He looked at Sarah and then at the doctor. “How’s she doing? How’s the babies?” 

The doctor explained to Jensen it was early, but the babies would be assessed and taken to the NICU if necessary. 

Jensen nodded and kissed my head again. “I’m so sorry baby. We’ve got this. Come on baby, let’s meet our babies.” 

I nodded and took his hand in mine. 

About thirty minutes later the first baby was delivered. A healthy baby boy. The nurse took him to be assessed while I rested between deliveries. 

Jensen wiped my forehead and fed me ice chips. He took a picture of the baby for me. “Jens, he’s beautiful. Thank you.” He kissed my lips, “God I love you so much, sweetheart. What do you say we deliver our next baby?” 

The second baby moved into position and I was ready to deliver. I was exhausted but ready to meet my other baby. A few minutes of pushing, a tiny cry filled the room. I looked over and saw little legs and feet kicking wildly. I chuckled. Jensen walked over and took a picture. 

“Is the baby okay?” I asked Jensen. He smiled, “She’s perfect. Real fighter like her mama.” 

Tears filled my eyes, “We have a boy and a girl?” He kissed me, “Yeah we do baby. They are perfect.” 

Sarah gave me a hug and kissed my head, “You did great sweetie. I’m gonna call Steve and let him know.” I nodded and thanked her. 

As she walked out of the room Jensen followed her. 

“Hey, Sarah. Wait up please.” Sarah turned and looked at Jensen. He could tell she was pissed. 

“What Jensen?” “I just wanted to tell you thank you for taking care of her and making sure our babies were safe.” 

She stepped closer to him and poked his chest, “You don’t have to thank me. She’s like a sister to me. She wouldn’t have gone into labor if it wasn’t for your cheating ass.” 

“Sarah, I’m not cheating on her. I never have and never would. I love her. It’s not an excuse but I got drunk. I went out with the cast and we got drunk. The text was meant for someone else, but it’s not what you think. She was arguing with her boyfriend and some woman at the bar told her she looked like a cheap hooker, then kissed her boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I can call her right now to clear all this up. Look, I know I fucked up and if there is anything wrong with my children I know it’s my fault, but I need you to believe me. I love Y/N and I have since the moment I met her.” 

Sarah stood shocked. She saw the pain in Jensen’s eyes and she couldn’t stop feeling he was telling her the truth. 

Sarah took a deep breath and touched his arm, “Jensen, go to her side. Tell her everything you told me. She loves you and I know you love her. You might have to call that friend, but if you truly mean it and love Y/N then you fight for her.” 

He nodded and they hugged. Sarah walked away to call Steve and Jensen returned to my side. 

I was being transferred to a private room. Jensen came in the room with his bag and set it in a chair. I was laying in the bed and looked over at him. 

He smiled softly “Hey baby. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay. Sore, but okay. I’m glad you made it. Have you heard anything about the babies?” 

He shook his head no, “No, but I can go find out if you want me to.” 

I reached out my hand, “No, I think we should talk first.” He looked down solemnly, “Yeah. I think so too.” 

Silence filled the room. Neither of us knew what to say or how to start the conversation. The weight of it all hung heavy in the air. 

Jensen sat beside me and took a deep breath, “Baby I swear I have never nor would I ever cheat on you. The text was meant for my friend, Leah, but it’s not what you think. We all went out last night to celebrate wrap. Leah was there with her boyfriend and they started fighting. Some woman at the bar said she looked like a hooker and then kissed Leah’s boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I just wanted to let her know she looked beautiful. I swear I didn’t mean it any other way. I love you and I’d never do anything to jeopardize what we have. I know I screwed up and you going into labor early is my fault. If there is anything wrong with our children that’s on me.” 

Tears filled his eyes. I didn’t know what to say. 

I lifted my hand to his face and gently touched him. “Jens, it’s not your fault our babies came early. I should have trusted you and not gotten as upset as I did. I just let my brain run wild. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. You hadn’t touched me in a month and I was afraid you weren’t attracted to me anymore. I’m sorry Jensen. I should have talked to you about what was bothering me.” 

“What?! How could I not be attracted to you? Look at you. You’re beautiful and sexy as hell. Your beautiful body made and carried all three of our babies. I could never thank you enough for that. I was afraid I’d hurt you having sex with you. The last time we had sex you were in pain for a few days. I didn’t want to hurt you again. I’m so sorry baby. I should have been honest with you.” 

He leaned down, cupped my face and his lips ghosted mine. He stopped and didn’t move. 

“Is this okay?” I nodded and he crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was full of need and regret. When he pulled away we looked into each other’s eyes, “I love you, Y/N, so much.” “I love you too, Jensen.” 

About an hour later the doctor came in and gave us an update on the twins. They both passed their tests, but would be required to stay in the NICU for at least a week to get their lungs strong enough. She said we could go see them when I felt up to it. 

I looked over at Jensen and he smirked, “She’s ready now, doc.” The doctor chuckled, “Okay, we’ll be careful and call the nurse before you get up.” We nodded and called the nurse. 

She helped me up and we went to see the babies. We saw our son first. The nurse had me sit in the rocking chair and she put him on my chest. He was smaller than Lily was, but he looked good. He cooed and looked up at me. 

I gasped softly, he had the most beautiful green eyes I’d seen since looking into Jensen’s. 

The nurse smiled, “So do you two have a name picked out yet?” I looked at her and then Jensen, “Yeah his name is Michael Alan and her name is Josephine Marie.” 

The nurse smiled, “Beautiful.” She looked at Jensen and said, “While mom is holding him do you want to hold your little girl?” Jensen smiled and nodded. 

He sat in the rocking chair near her crib and the nurse handed the baby to Jensen. 

He looked down at his little girl and smiled. She looked just like Lily, but she had his green eyes. He looked over at me and smiled. “She’s beautiful. She looks like her big sister.” 

I reached my hand out and held his, “We made some beautiful babies. Didn’t we?” “Yeah we did. Thank you baby. Thank you for our beautiful little family.” 

We held the twins for a while and switched. I looked over at Jensen holding our son and I saw the pride on his face. My little girl fell asleep in my arms. I watched her sleep and she reminded me so much of Lily it made my heart full. 

We put the babies down to sleep and Jensen helped me back to the room. Sarah and Steve were bringing Lily to see me and the babies. 

Lily came in and climbed on the bed. She looked at my stomach and put her hand on it, “Babies?” “Mommy had the babies. You have a baby brother and sister.” She looked at me and then Jensen. “See babies” she said looked at Jensen. 

“Well they are in a special room because they were born early, but you can see them through the window.” Jensen said and she nodded. 

“Hey, I’ll take her. You rest” Jensen said as he leaned down and kissed my head. 

He scooped her up and started to carry her out. Steve went with them. 

When they left Sarah looked at me. “What?” I asked. “Did you two work it out?” I nodded, “Yeah. He told me what happened.” “Do you believe him?” I shook my head yes. 

“Okay, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You deserve to be loved.” 

I touched her arm, “I know, and I am. He loves me and I trust him. We even talked about why we hadn’t had sex.” 

“And? What was the reason?” 

“The last time we had sex I hurt for a few days after. He was worried he’d hurt me again so he didn’t pursue it with me.”

“Was that true? Did you get hurt?”

“Yeah. I was in some pain afterwards. It wasn’t his fault, but yeah. I understand his hesitation.” 

She hugged me, “Okay. Well I still meant what I said to him if he hurts you.” We both laughed, “I know. You’re mean that way.” 

*Time Jump 3 Months* 

“Jensen, can you grab Michael and dry him off and bring me Josie?” 

Jensen came into the bathroom and we switched off the twins for bath time. 

They were now 3 months old and growing. Jensen and I were a great team with them and Lily. 

Jensen still made time to play with Lily and she even helped feed the babies. She would help get diapers and wipes, but never changed a diaper. 

When we first brought the twins home, Lily had a hard time adjusting. She clung to Jensen for about a month. Anytime he left the house she went with him. I was worried she felt pushed to the side, but Jensen was great at helping her feel loved and cared for. 

After bath time we fed the twins and put them down for bed. Lily had her bath and we read to her and put her to bed. 

Jensen and I had some quiet time for the first time in a while. We usually had one kid awake or we were both so exhausted we fell asleep. Sometimes in our clothes. 

Tonight, however, we were both wide awake. 

He sat beside me on the couch and leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Hey beautiful, why don’t you go take a shower or bath and relax. If one of the kids wakes up I’ll take care of them. You can relax.” 

I looked over at him. I wanted him, I needed him. It had been months. Between the pregnancy and birth we hadn’t had sex and I really wanted to feel him again. 

I straddled his hips and leaned down kissing his lips. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “Jens, take me to our room.” 

He leaned back and looked in my eyes, “Are you sure?” 

I kissed him. Pouring all my love, need and desire into it. “Yes”. 

He lifted me up and carried me to our room. I tried to protest, “Jensen, put me down. I weigh too much.” 

“No you don’t, you’re perfect.” 

He carried me to our room, closed the door with his foot and laid me on the bed. 

He leaned down, his strong arms on either side of me. He smiled and kissed my lips softly. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I smiled, “Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times.” 

Jensen chuckled and kissed me again. His hand slid down my body and to the hem of my shirt. 

I bit my lower lip and my breath hitched. I could feel my desire course through my body. Jensen’s hand slipped under my shirt and to my breasts. He gently cupped them and I arched my back, moaning his name. 

He pulled my shirt over my head. Jensen began licking and sucking each nipple. My fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. 

He smirked against my skin as his hot breath caused goosebumps to erupt all over me. 

Jensen slid his hands down to my waistband and past my panties. He felt how soaked I was and without warning slid his fingers past my folds and into my waiting pussy. 

I gasped loudly as he hooked his fingers up. His thumb rubbing my sensitive clit. “Oh God, right there, Jensen. Fuck!” 

He stopped and I whined. “Jens, why did you stop?” He leaned up and pulled my pants and panties down in one pull, “Had to get better access.” He chuckled. 

Jensen continued and pushed me closer to my release. I felt heat and arousal fill my body. It had been so long since we touched each other I wanted it to last. My body was responding to Jensen. 

The familiar coil tightened in my stomach. “Jens, I’m close.” He leaned forward, lips ghosting my ear, “I know baby. Let go for me. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you.” 

The coil snapped and I was cumming hard. My back arched off the bed and I soaked Jensen’s hand. My legs trembled as my body convulsed through my orgasm. 

By the time I was done I was panting and could feel my arousal running down my ass. Jensen stood up and I saw his rock hard cock through his sweatpants. 

I licked my lips and pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. My breath hitched as he removed his clothes. He smirked, “See something you like, sweetheart?” 

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, I do.” Jensen climbed back on the bed and used his legs to push my legs apart. 

I laid looking up at him and saw the love in his eyes. My heart fluttered in my chest. 

Jensen pumped his length a  few times and looked down at me. I nodded and Jensen’s pink head slid past my lips and slowly sunk inside me. 

I gasped and he moaned as he pushed in. Jensen stilled himself as he bottomed out. 

“Fuck! I forgot how tight you were. Damn baby, even after three babies you fit perfectly around me.” He kissed my lips as he started to move his hips. 

Jensen moved his hips slowly, pulling his length in and out of me slowly. His hands and lips trailing over my body. Our moans and pants filled the air. 

I placed my hands on his biceps as his hips snapped into mine. 

“Baby, I want you on top. I want to see your beautiful body.” 

Jensen pulled out and laid on his back, I climbed on top of him and used one hand to steady myself while I used the other to guide him in me. 

I sank down on his hard cock with a whimper and pulled a deep moan from his lips. 

His hands gripped my hips as I rocked back and forth. Jensen snapped his hips up and pushed his cock deeper inside me. I grabbed the headboard and I continued rocking my hips faster. 

“Mmm, yes baby. Just like that. God, you feel so good. Fucking me so good.” I moved faster as I felt my second release building. 

Jensen’s hips moved faster moving up as I moved down. Our bodies were working together, chasing our release. 

Jensen grabbed my body and flipped me on my back, his hips slamming into me faster. My legs resting on his shoulders as my hands found his chest. I was close again. My fingers slipped between us and I started rubbing my clit, chasing my second release. 

My release hit hard and I moaned his name like a prayer. My walls clenched around his length and pulled his orgasm out too. He came with a grunt and his release coated my walls. Filling me with his seed. 

He leaned down and kissed my lips as he softened inside me. “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N. This was perfect.” I smiled and nodded. 

Jensen pulled out and kissed my lips. He got up, went to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and came back to the bed to clean us both up. 

Tossing the washcloth to the side he crawled back in bed with me. Offering me his arm, I curled up to his side and laid my head on his chest. 

My fingers drawing circles on his chest. “Jensen, thank you for tonight. It’s been too long and it was amazing.” He tilted my head up and placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Yeah it was. Thank you for tonight. I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No, baby. You were perfect.” 

The two of us drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Finally reconnecting and falling more in love. 

*Time Jump 3 months* 

The twins were 6 months old and my birthday was in a few days. Sarah had planned a spa day for us and I was excited. Jensen was staying with the kids, and Steve was coming over too. 

Jensen and Steve were cooking dinner and my instruction from Jensen was to relax. 

Sarah came and got me and we headed to the spa. We got facials, full body wraps, manicures and pedicures. By the time we got back to the house it was close to dinner time. 

Walking in the house it smelled amazing. Jensen was standing at the stove when I walked into the kitchen. 

“Hey sweetheart, how was the spa?” I walked up to him and kissed him, “It was amazing, thank you. This smells amazing by the way.” “It’ll be ready soon. You go sit and relax. The twins are napping and Lily is playing with Steve. 

I nodded and walked into the living room where I found Sarah and Steve whispering. “What are you two talking about?” “Uh, nothing.” Sarah giggled. “Okay, whatever. Well just don’t have sex where the kids can see it.” Sarah turned red. 

A few minutes later Jensen was telling us dinner was ready. We all sat down at the table and ate. Jensen brought out a small birthday cake, candles and all. 

They sang Happy Birthday and Jensen told me to make a wish. I smiled, “But I have everything I could ever want right here.” I kissed him and then blew out the candles. 

We enjoyed some cake and ice cream. Later after Sarah and Steve left and the kids were in bed, Jensen and I went to sit on the back porch. 

We sat on the swing under a blanket and listened to the crickets and looked up at the stars. 

“So, are you sure there’s nothing you would wish for?” Jensen asked with a smile. “Jensen, I have you, our three babies and this beautiful life. I have everything I could ever need.” 

He smiled and nodded. “I have everything I could ever need too, well almost everything.” I looked at him confused, “What else could you need?” 

Jensen stood and dropped to his knee, “I’ve loved you since the minute I saw you at that convention. You and Lily came into my life when I least expected it. You’ve given me so much, a home filled with love, three beautiful children, and a companion for life. It would be my absolute honor if you would agree to become my wife. I love you, Y/N, and I can’t think of anything else I want more than that. Will you marry me?”

I gasped softly as he opened the ring box. I threw my arms around him and kissed him, “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” He kissed me and slipped the ring on my finger, “Perfect fit.” I looked at it and nodded. 

About a month after the engagement Lily started to retreat into herself again. I began to get worried about her. I wasn’t sure if it was because the twins were getting older and required more attention or if it was the engagement. 

I talked to Jensen to see if he could help with her, he went to her room to talk to her. When he came back I saw tears in his eyes. 

“Jens, is she okay?” He shook his head no. “She thinks she’s not family because she doesn’t have the same last name.” 

I sighed, “Oh no. Why didn’t I see it? I’m going to be an Ackles, and the babies are. She’ll be the only one who isn’t.” 

Jensen took my hand in his, “Hey, this isn’t on you. It’s natural for kids to feel this way. I did find this in her room, that’s how I knew what was bothering her.” 

He handed me a picture she had drawn, it was all of us and she wrote “Ackles” on the top. “Jens, is she asking what I think she is?” “I think so. So what do you say? How would you feel if I adopted her, made it official?”

“You’d adopt her?” “Of course I would. I love her like my own. I’d love nothing more than to adopt her. She’s already my daughter, let’s make it official.” 

I smiled and nodded, “Let’s go tell her.” 

We walked into Lily’s room. She was playing on the floor and Jensen picked her up and sat her between us on the bed. 

“Lily honey, we wanted to talk to you.” She looked at me and then back at Jensen. “We were talking and wanted to ask you how you would feel if daddy adopted you. You would be an Ackles for real. What do you think?”

She looked up at Jensen and then back at me and squealed. 

She leaped in Jensen’s lap and threw her arms around his neck, “Daddy, my daddy.” He chuckled, “Yes, Lily girl. I’m your daddy forever.” He looked over at me, “I think that’s a yes.” I nodded, “I think so too.” 

Lily climbed out of Jensen’s lap and ran to her closet. She pulled out her suitcase and Jensen and I looked at each other confused. Lily opened it and dumped the bag out. We saw some clothes, her stuffies and pictures of her with the twins and the family picture we had taken. 

“Lily honey, what’s all this?” Jensen bent down to help her pick up the stuff. “Lily, no go now.” I was confused then it hit me, She wanted to leave. I sat on the floor beside her and pulled her in my lap, “Lily baby, you will always be our baby girl. It doesn’t matter what your last name is or how many babies I have. You will always be my first baby and we will always love you so much.”

She put her arms around my neck and held me tight. “Love you mama.” “I love you too, Lily girl. So much.” Jensen pulled both of us in his arms, “And I love my girls so much.” 

Sitting on the floor with Jensen and Lily I reflected on the past few months of my life. From taking a chance and going to a convention with Lily, meeting the love of my life and having his children, to being engaged to him and he accepting my sweet girl, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and I couldn’t ask for more.

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TRAPPED IN SHADOWS | PROLOGUE/EN

I'm bout as broken as I confess but better than most that lay cower STFD, por TeZATalks

Romantic partner: Azriel (ACOTAR) Summary: When the Winter Solstice arrives, she knows it will be her worst moment, especially when those memories swallow her up like a bathtub full of ice. Approximate reading time: 10min Words: 1,9k Warnings: Slightly angsty, with a bit of cuteness in between and some signs of possible triggers. NOTE: I just want to protect her in a little pot and tell everyone to fuck off, honestly.

PROLOGUE: Winter Solstice Masterlist | Serieslist | Next chapter

Centuries before…

"You look decent."

"Darling!"

"For someone who runs out of the window all the time, that is some etiquette."

The Illyrian sighed, mentally apologizing as she turned her gaze back to her daughter. It wasn't decent, it was an insult, both to the child and to the maids who had helped her get ready. She was too young to notice the pure contempt dripping from another's lips, but the eyes glistening with trapped tears were enough to understand.

Alayna smiled weakly and bent down to fix the ribbon in the younger girl's hair.

"You look beautiful, my love," she said softly, hearing a discredited laugh at her back. "A real princess."

Leaving the women alone in the large room, the Grand Lord rolled his eyes before deciding to check the updates on the evening's festivities. Five seconds later, the satin curtains were swaying and the inviting breath of winter was hugging the bare calves of the girl.

"You ladies are late."

"Don't be rude. A lady is never late, the others are early."

Rhysand snorted, slightly annoyed.

"Of course, Mom."

The female smiled contentedly and called to her firstborn with her left arm outstretched, her eyes fixed on her daughter and any bad feelings she might be radiating. He obeyed, arranging his elegant silk outfit before kneeling before the youngest. His wings automatically circled the female.

"What's up, Blossom?"

Alayna pinched his hip and received a low whistle.

What have we been talking about?

It's a joke.

"Right, Blossom?" A raised eyebrow made him laugh.

"Okay, I surrender. You look beautiful, Dusk."

"Better," the older female hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. "And you, my dear? Do you think your brother looks handsome too?"

The child nodded, fingers squeezing the dress excitedly. Then she smiled, showing her teeth, and her eyes sparkled as the male messed with her hair, receiving another warning from the older woman.

She liked that, how it made her feel when she was with them. It was nice and cozy, like a fireplace on a snowy day.

"Rhysand!"

The girl laughed happily as she watched her favorite people in the world. When her father wasn't around to push her until she couldn't feel anything but anger and despair, she was always with her mother. When the eldest went to sew, the child gladly followed. When she went to pick fruit in the royal garden, she carried an old wooden basket. If she wanted to put on a pretty dress and make faces at people, she had the maids dress her like a porcelain doll.

It was easy for her to see that she would follow her mother into the darkest abyss. Maybe it was a dark thought for such a young fae, but it was one of the few things she was sure of. Well, that and the fact that her brother was incredibly conceited.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."

"That's not why my nerves are on edge…" The older woman bit her lower lip, her gaze distant. "Forget it. I know you'll make it, my dear."

"I'm the son of the Grand Lord of the Night, of course I can… hey, you brat."

Rhysand frowned at his sister, seeing a hard expression. All right, dangerous game; she could have been grinning like an idiot five seconds earlier, but one word to a high ego on the forbidden subject and the room would be in darkness. Or he'd have his ear pulled, as was happening at that moment.

"You're an annoying little thing," he whispered and turned away from the women before his mother cursed him an infinite number of times. "And we're late again."

"Who taught you to be so impertinent?"

"You did."

"Now, you…"

The boy left before his mother could catch him, passing the guards outside his sister's room. He walked with unusual class, nodding briefly to the younger girl's two confidants and whistling. A minute later, female voices embraced his acute hearing, bringing him to a halt just short of the wide, dark wooden doors that would lead him to hell.

Alayna sighed weakly at her son's side, partly out of breath from the short run, but even a blind man would recognize the true meaning of the oppressive sound. A contemptuous smile, shoulders straight and eyes ablaze, was all she could offer these poor people lost in a fog of lust and false hope.

"I want you to stay close to me," she said, taking Rhysand's hand in a gentle squeeze. "And don't even think of running away."

The girl cringed at the comment, though she felt it wasn't as contemptuous as her father's.

"I'm serious, my dear. You have my support whenever you want to spread your wings, but tonight... not tonight, okay?"

With a bang, the doors to the throne room were thrown open, and faes of all kinds stared at this strange yet powerful trio. One hair of the children of the Grand Lord's consort and the hall would be in pain and agony.

Rhysand felt his hand sweat, but he didn't flinch when he discreetly nudged his mother's back. Then she walked, holding her precious things as if her life depended on them.

The girl's eyes wandered around the room as she was led to the throne, where her father waited with a familiar scowl. Some stared back at her, looks of disgust and astonishment mixed with a strange, sweet smell in the air, while others didn't even give her a chance, choosing instead to watch their firstborn's every breath.

A few more steps brought the trio to their destination, and they all seemed to straighten up as Alayna whispered, her knee hitting the ground with a deafening thud:

"My Lord."

The crowd echoed in amazement and fear, and Rhysand followed in his mother's footsteps, choosing to lower his head and form a thin line with his lips before any nonsense could escape; this was no time for jokes. His sister, however, didn't seem to be thinking the same thing, or at all, for she looked like a frightened statue.

Kneel down, the boy thought, hoping she would get the message, but nothing happened. The girl didn't drop to the floor or give any sign of surrender, just stared into the emptiness of the room as if a ghost were haunting her.

A raised eyebrow, a tired sigh and a sudden tug brought her back to the moment of tension, and her mother mentally apologized as she straightened her knees on the cold floor of the hall.

"Stand up," the Grand Lord commanded.

In an instant, the trio had their backs straightened. Then the eldest stared at the youngest, a bad feeling filling him like cold water, and waved a hand dismissively.

Only when they reached the edge of the room did Alayna allow herself to let her guard down a little, sighing audibly as she leaned her head against the wall for a few seconds, just to get herself together for the rest of the party.

That would be a long night.

A few centuries later, but even before…

The night was still as the female tidied herself up, her lips parted as she tried to draw the outline of her eyes with the greasy black ink. Frankly, it was an almost impossible task, but she was determined to succeed.

"You look gorgeous, my dear."

She snorted a curse with her eyes fixed on the mirror, but she let Lucien know how much that made her want to laugh, because she looked anything but gorgeous.

He laughed as he felt the hairs on his arms stand up in the sudden air under his shirt.

"Think about it, you don't have to worry about your eyebrow at all."

"Just the mouth, right?"

"This is one thing we'll never be able to fix." He shrugged and popping his back as he got up from his friend's comfortable bed. "You've been at it for almost an hour, give it a rest."

She didn't bother to answer, choosing instead to stare at him in the mirror. If it hadn't been for the hideous mask, he would have seen his eyebrow arched in defiance.

"Don't you have some little children to torment?"

"I left it till next week." The fae laughed, her wings flapping in amusement. "You look like a dog wagging its tail.

Lucien was suddenly quiet, aware of the sour provocation. It wasn't a lie that he followed his Grand Lord until when he wasn't asked, but she always made it clear how much such things bothered her. Not that it was her problem; he was older, he was aware of his own attitudes, but he couldn't help but worry about his closest friend.

He was her confidant, her best companion in this shitty situation, so they could throw her to the wolves if someone was bothered by her concern.

"We'll be late if we keep arguing like this." He dodged the issue, running his fingers through his hair as he walked over to the female. "We don't want to disappoint your monstrosity."

A light laugh escaped her red lips. She liked it, how the male made her forget the darkness of the world — and her own.

"Just a second…"

Lucien snatched the pot of kohl from the dressing table and went for the brush in the girl's hand. If it hadn't been for his friend's ridiculous agility, he would have been able to steal it, but before he could blink, the fae was standing next to the closet mirror.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"You're a pain in the ass," she mimicked, pouting. "Just a second, Lulu."

He snorted and threw the container at the dark wood he'd picked it up from.

"So much stress…"

"And whose fault is it?!"

The fairy narrowed her eyes and lowered her right hand as she turned her wrist, shadows swallowing the brush and carrying it to the bowl of paint.

"Don't take your frustration out on me." The man sighed and returned to the bed. "Everyone is nervous, but don't push me.

"I know, I just..." With a sudden heaviness in his voice, his shoulders felt like they were made of lead. "I'm sorry, my dear."

Murmuring acceptance, the younger woman stared at her reflection in the mirror, the raven mask covering her face like a second skin, warm and sticky. She hated it, hated that Tamlin had convinced her to go along with this madness, but most of all she hated Amarantha.

That despicable being… One day she would kill her, and it would be painfully satisfying.

"Let's go before I give up on this shit."

Lucien laughed, some of the weight on his back disappearing.

"As if you had a choice."

"You play with life too much, Lulu."

She ran her hands down her black dress, the slit in her left leg revealing an ancient tattoo in a dead language. Then, with a confident nod, she smiled cruelly, feeling the venom seep through her pink lips; the embodiment of the Spring Court's bitch, completely separate from the dress code. If they made her a puppet, at least she'd have fun.

The male called to her, distracting her from the painful memories that threatened to take her away. An outstretched arm and kind eyes, a series of good deeds that made Lucien a complete gentleman. He could be a jerk in certain situations and extremely stupid when it came to his Grand Lord, but she would follow him to hell — or at least to that shitty party they were chained to.

"Let's parade a little, Greer."

Looking forward to it hehe Taglist: @lenasardn

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ozzie: Well it's not on mine and I'm handing over to you since you're back.

Adam: What?

Ozzie: There is only so much I can do without you here, like finalizing shit and putting the fear of you into people to make them work.

Adam: Which one is it this time?

Ozzie: Who do you think?

Adam sighed, performers were such fucking divas and could be such a pain in the fucking ass.

Adam: I'll deal with it, just this once. Be a dear and show Luci to my office.~

Ozzie nodded and gestured for Lucifer to follow him. He did and looked around. Okay, here it was very clear that people were having sex either under the table or in the booth.

Ozzie: This is his office.

Lucifer walked in and marveled at how elegant everything was, even if some things were rather sexual in nature it was still nice, oddly Adam.

Ozzie: Look, you seem like a nice guy so I'll give you a heads up.

Lucifer: About what?

Ozzie: Don't get too comfortable, when he gets bored of you, like he always does with his little escapades, he'll throw you away like a used condom.

Lucifer looked down, he didn't know why that hurt so much. It's not like they were deeply in love but the thought of Adam just casting him aside like he was nothing, like he meant nothing hurt deeply. Everyone else in his life could just throw him away, he didn't see why Adam wouldn't.......

Ozzie: I'm not saying it to be mean, but just so you're not blindsided. It might happen for hundreds of years, but still.

Lucifer: ...... Thanks Ozzie......

Adam walked in wiping sweat of his brow: There, the bitch should be working now and-........ Why are you sad? Ozzie, why is he sad what did you say to him?

Ozzie: The truth...... Thanks!

He took off before Adam could give him an earful.

Adam: What did he say?

Lucifer: .........

Adam: Luci-

Lucifer: To prepare myself for when you throw me away like you did everyone else.

Damn it Ozzie.

I am CRAVING some demon nun!Adam right now!

Help me, Things! 😫😫😫

Okay, I can help you.

*Cracks knuckles*

What about Demon Nun Adam x Human Priest Lucifer. Like maybe he's losing his faith a bit but is sticking with it for his father.

And Adam is the new "nun"

[imaginesgirl]

Summary: You and Seonghwa are from two different mafias. Your father controls the Italian mafia and he controls the Korean mafia. He has always loved you, that's a fact. He manages to manipulate your father into giving your hand in marriage

Warning: Arranged marriage, mafia, death, mild distress, insinuation of sexual intercourse , reference to The Godfather

Please note: English is not my first language.

Being the daughter of a mafia leader means having to carry the burden of having to honor the family.

What better way to honor your family than to marry the leader of the Korean mafia?

That's what Federico Corleone, the leader of the Italian Mafia I thought

It took years for Seonghwa to find something he could give to Frederico in exchange for his beautiful daughter.

Power

He made sure that Frederick would have power in Korea. What did he want most? His little daughter being married to the Korean boss? Obviously he would have power there too. After all, they would be family.

The wedding day arrived. Too soon. Seonghwa didn't want to wait too long to call her his.

The dress she was wearing was very expensive. The shoes were too tight on her feet and the jewelry was too heavy. It was unbearable to breathe in that dress.

If you felt like someone you weren't.

The ceremony began, the priest talked non-stop. All that was going through his head was that he wanted it all to be over soon.

I was getting irritated by the smirk on Seonghwa's face.

The entire ceremony would be in Italian. Seonghwa won't have a problem with that since he will learn Italian to speak to you.

"Park Seonghwa, are you willing to join Y/n Corleone for the rest of your life?" The priest asks Seonghwa who answers looking at you "Yes".

"Y/n Corleone, are you willing to join Park Seonghwa for the rest of your life?".

Your throat is dry and everything seems to be in slow motion. What should you say? You didn't want to... But it was your duty.

"Y/n?" The priest calls her. At this point all the guests were looking at her. Seonghwa looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Yes" was all he could say, and all he needed to say.

———

His father now stood before him with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other.

Seonghwa beside you couldn't stop smiling. His smile was strangely beautiful. You hated that you thought it was.

"These rules have been in our code for centuries. I need you to follow them to the letter," his father says. "cheating is not allowed, don't hang out with the police, Don't look at any woman other than your wife, Your wife and family will always be your priority, don't go to nightclubs".

He finishes speaking and Seonghwa begins "I will never break your rules father-in-law. I will honor my wife" he takes her hand "I will love your daughter for all eternity" he leaves a chaste kiss on her fingers.

"my little girl, i know you will be well taken care of by Seonghwa. It just makes me sad that you have to go so far away from your old father" you can't hold back the tears any longer and you break down running to your father and throwing yourself on your knees laying your head on his legs "Daddy!"

"Don't cry, dear. I will always bring you to see your father," Seonghwa says, but you are suspicious.

———

You have just arrived at your prison. Your luxurious prison. Korea was really very beautiful.

The house you will live in is really beautiful .

"Welcome back sir" the maids bow. Until now you won't understand why they always bow to greet each other. "This is your lady. My wife" he says with his hand on her waist, it was hard not to flinch at the touch "Welcome lady".

"I ask that you take the rest of the week off. I want to enjoy my honeymoon with my wife. She refuses to travel, can you believe it? Haha" he laughs.

"Thank you sir".

They leave.

Seonghwa presses you against the nearest wall "let's start our wedding night"

(an error ended up happening hahaha.)

(Up is Yes and down is No)

[elephantshoetoo]

Hey there! Loved the recent YT video of yours. Um, Let's dive straight to the question.

First, I am a massive Byler believer. (all for the right reasons, I believe) But recently I keep seeing posts on "why Byler isn't happening" and the reason people usually drop is "the story is set on 80s, it was a difficult time to be gay"--- And I'm like, 1. well, it's mainly a fictional show. there isn't upside down or at least we have yet to find that to be true . so writers can do what they like. 2. just because 80s was a difficult time to express openly to others that they were gay doesn't mean people didn't fall in love and decided to love and live with each other for the rest of their lives. 3. am I really watching the same show with the rest of the world? am i overanalyzing it? or am I really gonna be kicked on the stomach when Season 5 releases (which I hope releases soon, every day of wait is killing me) What's your take on this? Hopefully you'd answer. I rarely open Tumbler but I will come back for your answer. Lots of Love, A Fellow ST Fan

Ooh, thank you for your question - this is my first real ask. I'm so excited 😊

Take heart, dear Byler shipper. This is a show for the underdogs, a show about fighting against forced conformity and righting the wrongs of the past.

I grew up in the 80's, and yes, gay people existed, though many of them were closeted out of fear or denial. I had gay friends and dated several gay guys, so I do understand why people might think it would be unrealistic for Byler to happen, but yeah, it's a sci-fi show, not a documentary. It's not about realism or showing how it was. It's about showing how it should be (in the end), so I don't think the time period is going to stop them.

In fact, I think the time period is significant. I think the monsters and the Upside Down are all symbolic of the horrors of growing up as a gay person in a place and time that was hostile towards them.

But also...

The first Pride celebration in Indiana happened in Indianapolis in 1987.

1987.

Why does that date sound familiar...? Oh, yes. That's when most of ST 5 takes place - the year of their first Pride celebration. Hmm... Coincidence?

And Byler can happen without them coming out to the whole town. They could keep it amongst their friends and family, the way Robin has only told Steve so far. Nobody doubts Rovickie happening, even though they are also gay in the 80's (making those arguments against Byler completely invalid). Vickie has far less queer coding than Mike Wheeler and is also in a straight relationship, but everyone sees it coming after only a few flirty scenes, because nobody knows or cares about Vickie's boyfriend or had any preconceived ideas about her character that they now have to adjust. People don't like adjusting their preconceived ideas. It makes them uncomfortable. It makes them question the safety of their familiar little world and forces them to expand their minds. Growth is never easy.

But... if they don't already see the queer coding behind Mike and all the hints that Byler is on the horizon... adjusting their preconceived ideas would actually explain Mike's whole character arc, the "journey" he's been on and the weird behavior that makes no sense through any other lens. That airport "hug"? Pretending to ignore Will all day while furtively glancing at him and noticing every little thing he does? Classic crush behaviour. It's so obvious unless you're straight-up in denial. They've used so many of the traditional romantic tropes (love triangle, boy-next-door, "just friends" to lovers, Cyrano De Bergerac, etc...), yet people refuse to see it because Byler isn't a traditional couple.

So, yeah... It's a story. It can do whatever it wants. If it's a good story - which I believe it is - it will pick up all these breadcrumbs it's laid down and follow them to a satisfying conclusion. Otherwise, what would have been the point? Why have Will believe he's never going to fall in love? Why have him fall in love with Mike specifically, and leave a whole bunch of hints that Mike returns his feelings, making the audience root for them, if that's not where they're planning to take this? It would make no sense at all and be sloppy storytelling, imo.

Thank you so much for your question, and for watching our YouTube video! I hope this cures you of any Byler doubt.

Love,

Byler Mom

💙💛💚

[ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter]

small pixelated creatures (au explaination here)

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[ashes-in-a-jar]

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[vulpinesaint]

talking the way that i do (metric ton of endearments in every sentence) is so silly and so inconvenient in daily life. like man you can't be calling this girl you've spoken to exactly one time in class "my darling" as you're coordinating this project over text. rewrite that message. you're going to make people uncomfortable 😭

[saltpepperbeard]

Big fan of pet names, and subsequently thinking about which pet names Stede and Ed would use with each other. I’m of course a huge fan of Stede using “darling” and “sweetheart” for Ed, and Ed using “love” for Stede.

But one I’ve also been thinking about a lot is Ed using “baby/babe” for Stede. “Baby” could carry negative connotations, what with Stede having to endure so many years of “Baby Bonnet.”

But what if Ed sort of took it back? What if he turned it into something good, something beautiful, something that was theirs? What if he took that past pain and gently bandaged it with a kiss?

And if “baby” in particular still hit a bit too close, what if he proposed “babe?” For better connotations, healing connotations.

For love after years of hurt.

[levil0vesyou]

Having a post get popular enough to be independently reblogged by someone you follow but aren't mutuals with is. Wild

[blaacknoir]

I'm currently thinking about @unexpectederawhilesubmitting's post about the Time Loop Doctors, and as much I'm not 100% on board with how it was executed, or with what RTD's doing overall, I think I like this. I think I can live with this.

Because... who hasn't wanted to be Fifteen? Who hasn't wanted to go up to a past version of themselves and say "Hey, I know you. I see you. I love you. And I can promise that this will be better. This will pass, and things will be good again."

And who hasn't wanted to be Fourteen? Who hasn't wanted a future version of themselves from five, ten, twenty years in the future to hug them and say, "It's okay. It hurts, but it will be worth it. You will survive and you'll be better than ever. You will be brilliant, you will be fantastic, and everything will be okay."

Nobody is harder on the Doctor than himself. And honest to god I think hearing from himself that it's going to be okay is what helps heal him. Even if he forgets it on the surface (because Time Lords can't remember meeting themselves), I like to think that gives him a deep-set comfort, a bone-clenching feeling of peace, that allows him to move on.