#should flow way better than it did initially

[veilsofroses]

Hellow can I request for a jushiro x reader for the first time they have sex which jushiro initiates because they’ve been dating for a year.

Jushiro Ukitake x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, NSFW, smut, praise, vaginal fingering, penetration, no protection, creampie author’s note: so so sorry this took so long 💔💔💔 still enjoyed writing it tho, added a lil spin to it. this is for my ukitake lovers out there!!!!! i get it!!! word count: 2.4k

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You slam the book on your lap shut with a huff. The two shinigami passing by jump, then scurry along. You had reread the same page about five times now, too lost in thought to focus so you give up. 

You stay seated for a moment, closing your eyes and dwelling on your thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be your one year anniversary with Jushiro, your loving, ever-so-sweet, captain of a boyfriend. Honestly, you really couldn’t ask for anyone better, he was the perfect man for you—kind, caring, beautiful, brave. But one thing irked you more than it should. 

He had yet to take you to bed. Sure, you’ve laid down and slept together, but never slept together, and it was really starting to hurt your pride. It made you question. Was this his way of being respectful or was there something about you-

You didn’t finish the thought. Jushiro was the perfect boyfriend in every way, there’s no reason for you to complain. In that year, he’s treated you better than you’ve been treated your entire life. But even so… 

You open your eyes, sighing rather loudly. 

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Jushiro’s soft voice fills your ears. Your head snaps in his direction, sitting up straight in the chair you sat in. 

Jushiro approaches you, his captain’s robe flowing behind him. He wears that usual warm smile that always melts your heart. “Oh! Uh—yes, yes, I’m fine, everything’s fine,” you reassure him, waving your hand and standing from your chair, praying he doesn’t pry. 

He tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed, his long hair slipping from his shoulder. He doesn’t seem convinced, reaching out a hand towards you. You grab it before it reaches you, “I’m just hungry, that’s all,” you decide that’s the best excuse, giving him an overly wide smile. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you could eat. 

He gives you a defeated smile, grasping your other hand with his, understanding. His thumb brushes over your hand, “Alright if you say so. Let’s head to the dining hall then?” 

You give him a genuine smile, thankful he knows when to leave it alone, and nod, letting him lead you along to the hall. 

Once at the hall, food in hand, he leads you to a table where Shunsui sits with Nanao, both deep into their meals. They offer polite greetings when you sit. 

Shunsui clears his throat, “Captain Ukitake tells me tomorrow is officially your one year of being together,” he comments casually, leaning back in his seat. 

Jushiro rubs his forehead and grumbles softly, clearly a bit embarrassed Shunsui just exposed that he talks about you, though he was sure you knew that he did by now. 

You chuckle awkwardly, “Oh, yeah it is!” you say with feigned excitement. Normally you’re eager to talk about it—you love Jushiro and want everyone to know it, but you just can’t seem to muster a genuine response. You hope they don’t notice. 

Shunsui doesn’t and chuckles, continuing, “All I know is that you’re one lucky gal. He’ll tell you I was the ‘womanizer’ of the two of us but I heard tales from the girls. He’s not inno- AGH!” 

He’s cut off by Nanao smacking the back of his head with a clipboard. “Jeez,” he says, rubbing the area. “In what world is it a decent idea to tell Y/n that,” she scolds him. Jushiro sits silently, his head in his hands, questioning his choice of friendship. 

“Seems he must have wasted all his energy on those flings,” you find yourself saying, unable to catch yourself, your voice hard. 

The table goes silent, all three of them looking at you wide-eyed, caught completely off guard by your words. You can’t bear their staring any longer so you stand up, the chair scraping behind you, and you storm off, leaving your food on the table barely touched. 

Jushiro watches you march off, mouth agape, words caught in his throat. It was unusual for you to act this way.

“Trouble in paradise, huh- AGH! Again?” Shunsui looks at Nanao pleadingly. 

“Look at what you caused,” she shakes her head. 

Jushiro stares at the doorway you disappeared through before getting up and racing in the same direction without a word. 

You reach your private room, slamming the door shut behind you, and bursting into tears. You make for your bed, plopping down on the edge, your head in your hands. You made a fool of yourself, letting yourself say such a thing about the man you love, in front of his friends, on top of that. You didn’t deserve him. 

You don’t hear your door open and close quietly between your uncontrolled heaves. You only realize when a force weighs down the bed and wraps his arms firmly around you, turning your face to his. 

Worried green eyes rake over your face, “Y/n, what’s the matter?” his voice pleading, it stings your heart. Your regret for your actions deepen, you were being immature. 

No, you had a right to feel this way, but he also had the right to know why. 

You sniffle, attempting to compose yourself before you speak. He patiently wipes away your tears with a thumb, holding your face. You put your hand over his and he looks at you expectantly. 

“I just- I wish-“ you struggle to find the words but he just waits quietly, brushing a strand of tear-soaked hair out of your face. “Jushiro, why haven’t you slept with me yet?” It was a more direct approach than you anticipated to take but you suppose this got the job done. 

His eyes widen, his head jerking back slightly, clearly not expecting such a question. “Why haven’t I..” he trails off. 

You explain further, “I just.. I feel a bit.. rejected,” you look down, embarrassed at the confession. “Maybe I just haven’t been forward enough with my advances but I’ve never felt your desire to take it any further with me and it makes me question if there’s something about me that you don’t-“

He suddenly grips your shoulders, “No!” his voice desperate to prove something. 

You blink, “No?”

He also blinks and realizes how hard he’s gripping you and lets go, holding your hands instead, “I-I mean, no, of course not! I love everything about you. I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized you felt this way.” 

“Then why?” your voice cracks and that breaks something inside him. He sighs deeply, “What Shunsui said was true. I suppose I.. messed around a lot as an adolescent,” something uncomfortable stirs in your stomach at this, “but it’s for that same reason that I waited so long with you.” 

You tilt your head, “I don’t understand.” 

He puts a soft hand on your cheek but his eyes are serious, “I wanted to prove to you that I am serious about you. You’re not just another fling or something casual, I hope to spend the rest of eternity with you. I wanted you to feel respected. But it seems my foolish attempts made you feel the exact opposite,” he looks down, sighing in disappointment in himself. 

Of course, he would. You had heard from the other captains that he had matured a great deal since his youth. It made perfect sense for him to think that way. With someone like Shunsui around, it was inevitable for you to find out about his past antics, and because of that, he didn’t want you to feel like you were just another one of those girls, so he was probably waiting for you to openly say it was okay. You shake your head, you should’ve known and now you feel silly. You’re about to respond but he continues, his face flushing just enough for you to notice. “The truth is, holding back from you hasn’t been any easy feat. Now I find out you were waiting on me, and it angers me that I didn’t do this any sooner.” 

Before you can ask what he means, he pulls your lips into his, his hand firmly on the back of your neck. You yelp in surprise, your hands falling to his chest, not used to this boldness from him but you give in immediately, the built up desire from the last year finally having an outlet. 

He pushes you back against the bed, his lips never leaving yours, his long, white hair falling to your sides, caging you in. You eagerly oblige, opening your legs, the erection you hadn’t noticed brushing against you, making both of you gasp. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks red. “I’m so sorry, love. I never meant to make you feel unloved in any way.” 

You shake your head, putting a finger on his lips to shush him. “Enough of that. I know, Jushiro. Make it up to me now,” you smile softly but your words make his green eyes darken, lost in your gaze. He wastes no time in reconnecting your lips, this kiss much hungrier than the last. 

His hands roam your body, drinking in every curve, and you arch against him, desperate for his touch. 

He trails kisses from your mouth to your cheek, then down your jaw to your neck. You moan into his ear and feel him shiver at the sound, letting out a low groan. He grabs the collar of your uniform, pulling it off your shoulders, revealing your collarbones and bare breasts to him. 

He pulls back, unable to reel in his blatant staring. You lay there, smug, watching his face redden at the sight. “I-Is this okay?” his voice is barely a whisper, his composure gone. He brings his eyes up to yours, seeking. 

You answer by slipping your arms out of the top, your upper body now fully exposed, and by pulling his down, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. “Understood,” he breathes out, drinking you in once again before pouncing back on you. 

Despite his hurried kiss, his tongue is gentle, tracing your lips, asking for entrance, which you grant. You run your hands through his hair, tugging and pulling. He tugs at your pants and you lift your hips, allowing them to slip off easily without breaking the kiss. You do the same for him, his hard cock slapping on your stomach after being freed.

Jushiro’s skin was hot against yours, your bodies trying to feel every inch of each other. Each movement grinds his length against your stomach. 

He reaches his hand down to your thighs, squeezing and tracing his fingers along the sides of your core. Damn him. “I didn’t take you for such a tease,” you grind out in between kisses. He smiles against your mouth, brushing his fingers over your slick folds. You gasp, arching into him, your peaked nipples agonizingly rubbing against his chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, pushing his forehead against yours, sliding in one finger, then two. “J-Jushiro,” you moan out, his thick fingers stretching you out, preparing you for him. You feel his cock twitch. 

You grab his cock in your hand, earning a guttural moan you felt in your core, your walls swelling around his fingers gliding smoothly in and out, covered by your wetness.

You pump him slowly, Jushiro matching your pace with his fingers. His forehead on yours, he stares so intensely into your eyes, showing you all of him and trying to see all of you. 

You meet his lips once again, your pace on each other quickening. Wet sounds along with muffled moans fill your room, his fingers eventually outpacing your hand as you feel your climax approaching. 

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers gently, your hips buck against his hand and he curls his fingers inside you, reaching your release, and you scream out, high-pitched and rough. 

He hardly gives you enough time to recover when he’s already flipping you over, putting you on top of him, his hands on your waist. 

“I want to see all of you,” he tries and fails to keep a composed voice, sounding raw. You lift up from his chest, taking him in below you, his white hair splayed out, wild, and yet, he looked as beautiful as ever. You steadily hold his gaze while you lift up, lining his throbbing cock against your soaked entrance, and watch his face as you slam down, taking his full length at once. 

He cries out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, his eyebrows twitching. His grip on your hips tightens as you also cry out, his thick cock burying deep inside you, stretching you out more than you ever have. 

His hands offer support, helping lift you up only to push you back down, his cock filling you up with each thrust. “Oh, Y/n-” he can hardly speak with you taking him in deeper and deeper each time, your pace quickening, skin slapping against skin.

He grinds his teeth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. But that doesn’t stop you from bouncing on him over and over. You throw your head back with a loud moan, squeezing your own tits. The sight along with your tight pussy squeezing his thick girth is enough to kill him. 

"Ah- J-Just like that-" he can hardly get the sentence out. His legs start to spasm, his hips bucking up against you, pushing his length deeper into your swollen hole, releasing broken cries. His orgasm comes rushing at him with one final thrust, and he spills everything he has into your wet pussy, lining every inch of your walls with hot cum. 

He releases your hips, his arms flopping down on the bed beside him with a thud, and you flopping down in his chest. Nothing but heavy, ragged breaths are heard, both of your hearts about to beat out of your chests. Your bodies are hot and sticky with sweat but you don’t move away from each other. 

“I’ll never forgive myself for waiting so long to do this with you,” he finally says, wrapping his arms around your back. You chuckle, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. 

“Glad you finally came to your senses,” you flick his forehead where white hair sticks to it. 

He laughs, “I deserve that.” He thinks for a moment then turns to the clock mounted on your wall. “Well, would you look at the time,” he looks back at you with soft green eyes full of nothing but adoration, “It’s midnight. Happy one year anniversary, Y/n,” he pushes his nose to nuzzle yours. 

You push further to give him a tender kiss, “Happy one year anniversary, Jushiro.” 

[auroralwriting]

spencer smut perhaps? he's all shy but the second your lips touch his he snaps?

guilty as sin

spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (18+)

you think spencer's too shy to do anything, until he gets a taste of you

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, p-in-v, wrap it before you tap it, sort of dom!spencer, multiple orgasms, spencer is whipped, season seven spencer is implied, soft and fluffy but also a smidgen kinky, spencer’s a gentleman, he’s still a nerd, begging, orgasm denial, he’s also a tease, light praise, it’s smut you get the gist

"Oh, come on? You're seriously going to sit there and tell me nothing happened with Lila Archer?" Emily laughed as she sipped on her beer.

It was a chilly autumn night. Your team had just returned home from a case a few hours prior. You were still dressed in your work clothes, like the rest of our colleagues. Somehow, you were convinced to go to the bar before it got too late into the evening. A sort of celebration that you all had caught the killer so quick with only two casualties. That was rare. Emily had even convinced Hotch to join you all. Since meeting Beth, he'd began to grow out of his shell. It was nice to see him happy again.

The liquor in all of your systems was enough to allow the silly conversations to flow with ease. Seeing as Emily and you had not been on the team when the Lila Archer stalking case was worked on, you had a fair amount of questions.

"You were with Lila Archer, alone, for hours on end," Emily took a sip of her drink as she continued her mini-rant. "and you didn't bang her?"

Derek emitted a slight chuckle, "Well, she did make out with him in the pool."

"The pool? Spence, you dog!" You gasped, quickly following it up with a laugh.

Deep down, this conversation bothered you. Maybe it was due to the fact that you had the biggest crush on Spencer. Or it could have been the way JJ was staring at you, no doubt profiling you. She was the only one who knew of your feelings for the genius. Of course, she was nothing but comforting and supportive. JJ was trying to catch a read on if she should end this conversation before it really got to you.

"I- She initiated it," Spencer weakly defended. "I just, well, kissed her back." The whole table erupted in oohs and laughs.

You kept your longings locked from the man. Kept in faded color, lowercase, locked away inside some secret vault you kept in your heart. It was better this way.

"You don't have it in you to do anything more, my man." Derek slapped Spencer's back. His words, meant to be supportive, just plain were not. "A man of honor, truth, justice, pat-"

"All right, I think we've all had enough to drink tonight." Hotch cut off Derek's drunken ramble. "Let's all make sure to call cabs home."

You grabbed your belongings, just a jacket, purse, and scarf, and stood up along with the rest of your friends. Everyone bid each other goodnight, small hugs passed along. Reaching in your purse, you went to grab the twenty you'd left, just in case. Your purse, however, was seemingly empty, besides a lipstick and your wallet. "Oh, shit." You muttered, having no way to pay for a ride home.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Spencer asked, hearing your call of distress.

Shaking your head, you pursed your lips. "I don't have any cash to get home."

Spencer was quick to reply, "Oh, well why don't you just ride with me? Riding with another person is thirty to fifty percent more safe than being alone, especially while intoxicated. Uh, you can just spend the night, I know you live further away and I'm sure you're tired."

"Thanks, Spence. I'll pay you back," You offered as the two of you walked outside. You felt a chill run up your spine due to the cold, September air.

"It's no problem." Spencer nodded, reaching over to slightly tighten your scarf. The touch of his fingertips on your neck was enough to warm you up completely.

Penelope gave you one last squeeze as you hopped inside the cab with Spencer. The ride would only be fifteen minutes away from his apartment, which wasn't bad.

You stared out the window, watching as it fogged. You dragged your finger over the condensation, drawing yourself a little picture to keep occupied. Your eyes cast up on their own, deciding to focus on the reflection in the window. You were sure glad they did. Spencer was staring at you, unaware that you could see him. His stare sent another round of shivers down your spine.

Always the gentleman, Spencer helped you out of the car once you'd arrived to his apartment. It hit you that you'd actually never been to Spencer's apartment before. You wondered if it looked anything like you'd imagined.

And it was. Exactly as you'd imagined, actually. Dim, warm lights that gave a cozy feeling. He had a brown, leather couch with a green blanket over the top. Books were scattered all over the apartment, but it was done neatly. They were probably organized in a way that would only make sense to Spencer.

"Sorry it's such a mess," Spencer apologized, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's not at all," You replied. "I guess you've never seen my place."

Spencer hummed, "I haven't."

Being a good host, Spencer offered to make you some tea. You sat at his island while he poured some water in a kettle to heat up.

"So, you know you can be honest with me, right?" You decided to awkwardly start a conversation. The silence was just not doing it for you.

"Of course I know that," Spencer nodded. His back was turned to you as he prepped your mugs.

You shook off your nerves, "Did you actually not sleep with Lila Archer?"

Spencer turned around at your words. "I didn't sleep with Lila Archer." He confirmed. "If I did, you know Morgan wouldn't stop talking about it for the rest of our lives."

A small chuckle came from you. "He really wouldn't." You mused.

"Plus, she's, uh, not my type." Spencer boldly continued after a pause of silence.

"What is your type?" You asked curiously, heart increasing, a deep hope he said you were his type.

"I don't know." Spencer mumbled.

The kettle began to whistle, you could see Spencer's body physically relax at this. A distraction. He passed you the tea which you graciously thanked him for. The two of you sat in a comforting silence as you drank.

Spencer looked so gorgeous in this way. His hair was a bit disheveled, untamed from the long flight. His eyes held no signs of tiredness. Your case was in California. You'd left this morning. He must've also slept the whole way home. His brown locks mesmerized you. Oh, how you wanted to curl your fingers in them. Not to mention the ghost of stubble on his face. You imagined tracing your fingers over it softly, wishing to feel him shiver under your touch.

Maybe it was the remaining alcohol still in your system, or maybe pining after him wasn't doing it anymore. You don't know what came over you when you leaned forward, your nose nearly touching his.

Spencer didn't move, you didn't move. It was an odd standoff. "Spence," You softly mumbled his name. You could see his eyes staring down- oh. At your lips. Somehow, you knew he wouldn't do it You watched the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed a gulp of nerves.

It was like he couldn't speak. But you knew it the moment you locked eyes again. You'd know that look anywhere; desperation. It was probably gleaming in your eyes, too. You could definitely feel it.

A sudden wave of confidence crashed over you and you felt yourself pushing your lips against Spencer’s. It took him maybe a full second to process what was happening. His large hands came to grab your face, pressing you closer to him. The kiss felt like nothing you’d expected of Spencer. He took control over the situation quickly. He pushed against you hard, slipping his tongue between your slightly parted lips. It was messy, rough, yet filled with such genuine passion it was dizzying.

“Spence,” You pulled back breathlessly. His eyes were filled with something new, something more lustful.

He softly shushed you, hands still on your face, pulling you back in. It was slightly teeth-clashing, hot. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Spencer muttered between kisses, his voice a near whine. “Just couldn’t make the first move.”

Spencer pulled back, rushing around the counter to where you sat. He pushed apart your legs to stand in between them. His fingers grabbed your chin, thumb on it and his first finger under your chin. He gently forced your head to look up to him. His cheeks were flushed, and you assumed yours were a near identical reflection.

“Tell me what you want,” Spencer whispered. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you anything, everything.”

“You, I just want you.”

That’s all it took for Spencer to kiss you again. your hands went around his neck to pull off his tie, your hands then moving to unbutton his dress shirt. His worked just as quickly to undo yours.

“Not here,” Spencer muttered, eyes falling to your half-bare chest. “My room’s down the hall.”

With Spencer’s hand in your own, you quickly ran to his bedroom, a soft giggle escaping your lips and how cliché this all felt. Spencer couldn’t help but smile at your amusement. You leapt onto his bed, landing on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair that ended on the back of his head.

“Hi, boy genius.” You smiled, voice soft and warm. It reminded Spencer of a hot vanilla latte, or maybe something like a cinnamon roll. Sweet, warm, delicious.

“Hi, pretty girl.” Spencer replied, thumb rubbing sweetly over your cheek.

You both stared into each others eyes for a moment, taking in the delicacy of the intimate moment. Spencer slowly pushed his lips onto yours. It was the most gentle kiss of the evening, and it reminded you that Spencer wasn’t doing this because he felt like it. No, you were his type. Not Lila, you.

Spencer and you slowly discarded the rest of your clothing, allowing Spencer to slowly drag his fingers over your bare skin, admiring your beauty. “You’re almost as beautiful as Aphrodite,” he muttered. “I would say prettier, but the ancient Greek believed it would curse whomever was called more beautiful because Aphrodite wanted to remain the most beautiful.”

Even during moments like this, you loved Spencer’s rambles. Slowly, Spencer began to kiss all around your jaw, moving down your neck and to your chest. Your hands found his hair as you arched into him. He spent some time licking and sucking on your chest, loving the way you sounded for him, the way you pulled on his hair. He loved the smell of your skin, how soft it felt beneath his lips and tongue.

“Spencer,” you whined, pulling harder on his hair.

The man looked up to you, eyes gleaming as his mouth popped off you with a small pop. “Yeah, baby?”

“I need more,” you replied.

“Like what?” Spencer teased, slowly dragging his finger down your stomach. “Need more here?” He asked, playfully biting at your chest. “Or… here?” Spencer’s fingers trailed over your thigh, slowly moving from the inside to the out.

You groaned, “Oh, there! Please, there!”

Spencer also groaned in reply, “Didn’t take you as a begger,” he muttered. “but I love it.”

Slowly, Spencer moved his finger to your aching core. It slowly ran through your folds, causing you to moan loudly. “Spence,”

“Is this all for me?” Spencer cockily asked, referring to your wetness. You nodded quickly, pulling him down to kiss you once more. As he kissed you, he slid a finger inside, just to the first knuckle to gather some of your slick. He brought it back out and slowly began to circle your clit with it. Pulling back from the kiss, you became a mess of moans, whines, and breathy sounds. Spencer slowly kissed up and down your neck as he played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. “This enough for you, baby?”

“Inside,” you stumble out. “Please, inside me.”

Spencer couldn’t help but give you exactly what you wanted. How could he when you begged so nicely for him? He brought that same finger back inside, plunging it until it reached his final knuckle. Slowly, he began to pump it in and out of you, allowing you grace to adjust to the new object inside you.

“How’s that?” Spencer asked.

“Good, so good,” You babbled.

His finger multiplied and became two. They pumped in and out, adding slight curls to his fingers every now and again. His thumb went back to your clit, slowly rubbing it for added pleasure. “This what you wanted, sweet girl? This what you’ve imagined me doing to you?”

“Yes, yes!” You moaned.

Spencer smiled, “I’m not going to lie, I’ve imagined this moment for the last year.” In any other occasion, you would’ve became bashful at the declaration, but you were already too far gone with the alcohol and pleasure in your system.

It was then Spencer’s fingers hit your soft spot, causing your back to arch. “Oh, baby!” You cried out, grabbing onto the man above you and wrapping your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“There?” He asked.

“Oh, yes! There!” You answered quickly.

Spencer worked his magic, adding another finger as you stretched for him. It didn’t take long for your first orgasm to hit you like a sea of stars. Spencer softly shushed you, helping you relax.

“You okay?” Spencer smoothed your hair as he looked at you carefully.

You nodded, “Please, Spence. I want you.”

Spencer wasted no time lining himself up with you, allowing some of your slick to gather on his hard-on. He pushed in, causing you both to groan in unison.

“Oh my god,” he breathlessly said. “You’re so tight, oh my god. Baby, you feel so good.” His voice raised, slightly higher than normal as he resisted the urge to move until you said so.

“Move, move, please,” You told him. He wasted no time pushing his hips forward and backward, pulling your legs up around his hips once more.

He fit you so good, so right. Everything in that moment felt perfect, like he was made for you. You were made for him. It took Spencer less than a minute to be snapping his hips in record time. You felt like your eyes were going to roll back at the pleasure.

Spencer grabbed your chin the way he did earlier, “Look at me, baby. Wanna see your pretty eyes.”

Still reeling from your last orgasm, it took you no time to feel your climax approaching once more. “Spence, I need to come,”

“Not yet,” He groaned. “‘M almost there, baby. Hold on,” You felt a loud whine emit from your throat. The sound of it made Spencer’s dick throb, and you felt it. “Doing so good for me, honey. Oh, god, I’m almost there. So good.”

You were on the brink of orgasm. You weren’t sure if you could hold it any longer. “Spencer!”

“Where?” He asked.

“In, oh my god,” You practically were yelling at this point.

“Let go, baby,” Spencer’s words were all you needed to finally reach that sweet, sweet release again. You felt him spill inside you, the warmth making your orgasm feel even better. Spencer’s arms slowly gave out above you, and he slowly fell onto your chest. He pressed his lips to your hair, a sweet gesture.

The two of you laid there, catching your breath. You played with Spencer’s curls as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I kind of have a crush on you,” You admitted jokingly, knowing he knew.

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “I do too.” He sat up, pulling out of you. You wished he didn’t; it felt so empty. “You gotta go pee, right?”

“Yeah,” You groaned lazily, slowly sitting up. “Hey, you’re gonna take me on a date after this, right?”

Spencer nodded with a smile, “I already have it planned. Now, go use the bathroom so we can fall asleep together.”

You mock saluted at him, “Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”

Who knew your night out would lead to the best night of your life?

[r0ugesun]

I just found your blog but I was wondering if you could write something about Aemond being friends with Aegon’s wife, them forming a bond until eventually the wife gets fed up with Aegon’s mistreatment and goes to Aemond for “comfort” and eventually falls pregnant? Whether Aegon finds out can be left up to you. ☺️

Thank you so much for sending this request I hope I was able to write what you had in mind :>

(Also heavily inspired by Ivy by Taylor swift)

warning nsfw under the cut

Aegon wife! Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Prince Aemond had always been a man of few words, preferring to sharpen his mind with books and hone his battle prowess in the training yard, a stark contrast to his brother’s revelry and indulgences. Yet, he found himself drawn to you, Aegon's wife, you were beautiful as you were wise.

Initially, your bond was forged out of mutual respect and admiration. You were intellectual equals; you admired Aemond's discipline and resilience, while Aemond found solace in your gentle wisdom and kindness. You spent hours in the library, discussing histories and poetry, your conversations flowing easily despite the tension that often surrounded you in the Red Keep.

One afternoon in the library, you looked up from the book you shared and smiled at Aemond. "This is fascinating, truly. I can hardly put the book down," you said. "How did you come across this one?"

Aemond, sitting next to you, glanced up. "I spent a great deal of time here in my childhood. When my brother and nephews were in the dragon pit, I chose to study as much as I could," he replied. "It's been my refuge from everything else."

Your smile faltered slightly. "I understand… It's become mine as well."

Aemond furrowed his brows slightly. "What do you mean?"

You sighed and glanced down at the book. "It's Aegon... He spends more time in Flea Bottom than he does with me. He barely stays in my bed before he's off again..."

Aemond gently interrupted, "I understand. My brother overindulges, it's true. But he loves you, and I am grateful for your devotion as his wife."

You managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Aemond. That's very kind of you."

Aegon, meanwhile, remained oblivious to the blossoming feelings of more than just friendship between you and his brother. His nights were spent in ale houses and brothels, leaving you to endure his neglect and occasional drunken sex. It was during these lonely nights that you sought out Aemond, finding comfort in his unwavering support.

Your relationship, once innocent, slowly began to change. You found yourself confiding in Aemond about the pain and frustration you felt because of Aegon. One evening, after one of Aegon's drunken rages, you found yourself standing outside Aemond's chambers. You knocked hesitantly, and Aemond opened the door, his expression softening when he saw your tear-streaked face.

"Y/n," he said gently, stepping aside to let you in. "What’s happened?"

You took a shaky breath. "It's Aegon. He's been unbearable tonight. I couldn't stand it any longer, Aemond. I can’t do this anymore."

Aemond's jaw tightened. Idiot, he thought to himself. He led you to a chair. "Sit. I'll fetch you some wine."

As he handed you the goblet, your fingers brushed, and you felt a warmth spread through you, one you’d never felt with Aegon. "Thank you, Aemond. Your company has been… a great comfort for me."

Aemond sat beside you, his gaze intense. "And yours as well. You should not have to endure this. I'm sorry my brother hasn’t been behaving as gallantly as is expected of him……You deserve better." He said in a low voice, he held your chin gently and looked at you deeply, leaning in slightly.

You turned away, your fingers tracing the embroidery on your dress. "Aemond….he’s your brother. I am married to him…. I made vows."

Aemond sighed and dropped his hand. "I know... I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But I cannot pretend I do not see you suffering. I see the way you put on a brave face and I die a little inside." He scooted closer to you. "Had it been me you married, I would’ve spent every day in your bed."

Your breath hitched, but you shook your head. "This cannot happen, Aemond. It would only bring more pain and scandal that wouldn’t be fair to you."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your hand. "I would endure any scandal, bear any pain, if it meant I could have you the way I want."

You hesitated, the weight of duty and desire fighting within you. "Aemond, please... we cannot."

He sighed dejectedly, he released your hand, withdrawing slightly. His gaze never left yours, he looked at you with a mixture of resignation and deep yearning.

For a moment, silence hung between you, heavy and charged. Then, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, hesitant at first, then deepened as the floodgates of your suppressed emotions burst open.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, Aemond's eye searched yours. He pulled you on his lap, straddling him, and he kissed you hungrily once again.

He lifted your dress, letting it pool around his lap then seized your hips, guiding you to grind against his clothed cock.

“Aemond” you gasped softly

“Can you feel just how much I want you?” He moaned, his hot breath against your ear.

You bit your lip, looking into his eye “I want you just as much” you whispered back, the friction between you intensifying deliciously.

You felt him reach under your dress, he freed his cock from his breaches and moved your small clothes to the side so that your pussy was exposed “let me show you what you deserve”

You gasped as you felt him grip your hips and impaled you with his cock, every thrust igniting a fire within you.

He moaned deeply into your ear at the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock tightly. You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours, moaning desperately in each others mouths, you could feel yourself losing yourself in the fire he’s lit within you.

Your bond, once purely platonic, deepened into something more intimate. Comfort turned to desire, and that night you crossed a line that neither could return from. You tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t happen again but stolen stares across the dinner table turned to clandestine meetings, and those turned into nights spent in his bed.

The affair was passionate and consuming, driven by a need to find solace in each other.

One night, as you lay entangled in each other's arms, you whispered, "Aemond, what will we do If Aegon finds out? I fear head burn the entirety of the castle..."

Aemond tightened his hold on you. "No” he furrowed his brows “I would never let that happen” he promised. "I will protect you, no matter the cost."

As the days turned into months, You met in hidden corners of the castle, stolen moments filled with declarations of love and fervent kisses, Just like all lovers do in the dark. Each tryst only deepened your bond, binding you closer together.

It wasn't long before you discovered you were with child. The knowledge of the babe growing within you brought a mixture of fear and anxiety. You knew the consequences if Aegon were to discover the truth, yet you also felt a strange sense of peace, knowing that the child was conceived out of love and not duty.

One morning, as you stood by the balcony, Aemond approached you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. "You look troubled," he observed.

You turned to him, your eyes filled with worry. "Aemond, I'm with child”

Aemonds face fell and he looked down “I’ll have to congratulate my brother” he said, lips pressed tightly.

“Aemond” you whispered desperately, he looked at you, he knew. You both knew.

Aemond swallowed thickly "I promised you that I would keep you safe…. And I will" he assured you.

As the months passed, and you welcomed the babe into the world, Aegon oblivious to the true nature of the affair, grew increasingly proud and affectionate towards his "son." He would often take the boy in his arms, cooing at his small features and the bond he believed they shared.

“My boy….You sleep so well because you know you are loved” he said just above a whisper, Aegon's newfound love for his child brought a bitter ache to your heart, knowing the truth that could shatter this fragile peace.

One evening, as Aegon was playing with his son in the nursery, he noticed something strange. The baby's eyes, a piercing shade of violet, were unmistakably Targaryen—but there was something more. Something that reminded him of someone else.

Aegon glanced at you, who was watching them. "He's got the dragon in him," Aegon said proudly. And then he narrowed his eyes. "But there's something more”

Your heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Aegon frowned, deep in thought. “The way he looks at me, it's almost like.….. like Aemond's gaze."

You tried to laugh it off. "Aemond? What are you talking about?"

Aegon kept his eyes on the babe, his expression growing more serious. "Yes. It's…. It’s his eyes, It's like Aemond watching us."

Your stomach dropped as you tried to keep your composure. "Aegon, it’s just the features that run in the family.

Aegon shook his head slowly, the pieces of a puzzle falling into place. "No, it's more than that. Everytime there is a gathering…. You and Aemond are always missing…. The two of you…. Always at the same time.”

You felt a cold sweat break out on your skin. "Aegon….."

Aegon turned to look at you, filled with a dawning realization. "This isn't just any targaryen features…..my boy is…. is Aemond's son, isn't he?" The intensity in his eyes made your heart freeze, like he could see into your soul.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn't find the words to deny it. The truth hung heavy in the air, impossible to escape.

"Aemond," Aegon repeated, his voice rising in anger. "He's the father."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, the weight of the secret finally breaking you. "Yes” you gasped out.

Aegon's face twisted in fury. He stood up so abruptly that the chair he was sitting on crashed to the floor. “MY BROTHER, YOU SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER??” He screamed furiously.

You flinched, cowering in your chair "I'm sorry," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "I never meant for this to happen."

"SORRY?" Aegon roared, sweeping a vase off a nearby table. It shattered against the wall, fragments scattering across the floor. "SORRY DOESNT FIX ANYTHING!"

His rage was palpable, the air thick with the betrayal. He grabbed a goblet and hurled it across the room, where it smashed against the wall. “YOU MADE A FOOL OF ME! YOU LIED TO ME!"

The noise drew Aemond, who burst into the room, his eye wide with concern, seeing Aegon's fury was something he hadn't anticipated. "Aegon?? What’s happening?? calm down," Aemond said, his voice steady but urgent.

Aegon rounded on his brother, his eyes blazing. "YOU!” Aegon grabbed at his clothes shaking him with anger.

Aemond trying to keep his composure. "Aegon, listen—"

"DONT TELL ME TO LISTEN, I WILL NOT HEAR YOUR FILTH" Aegon screamed, grabbing another object and smashing it against the wall. "YOU BETRAYED ME! MY BROTHER!"

"Aegon" Aemond said, his voice pained, realizing the meaning behind his brothers rampage. "I never wanted this to hurt you."

Aegon laughed bitterly. "Too late for that. You've both made me a fool."

You stepped forward, reaching out to Aegon. "Please, Aegon, we can find a way through this."

Aegon slapped your hand away, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. "My son…my boy…."

Aegon held his chest as though he’s been stabbed through the heart. “Get out both of you…”

You and Aemond looked at him for a moment

“GET OUT! AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!”

You gathered the baby in your arms, tears streaming down your face. Aemond hesitated, but then followed you, his face ashen. The echo of Aegon's rage lingered, a reminder of the fragile bonds that had been shattered and the uncertain future that lay ahead.

[momolady]

Kirilka the Orc: Part Two

𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔵 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔒𝔯𝔠

ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 - 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔶 - ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔶 - 𝔄𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

“What’s going on?” You asked one of the maids as they strolled by.

She looked around, also a curious glint in her eye. “I’m not sure, my lady. All I know is that his majesty wanted a crowd tonight.”

You pouted. “A crowd? And he never told me?” You huffed, shrugging off the initial irritation and made your way to the dining hall. 

As you made your way to the head table, Tashka was there. She looked bright and glowing, as did Pasha by her side. Both were beaming ear to ear, happily greeting everyone who came in.

“You made it! Wonderful,” Tashak said dreamily.

“Why would I miss a good meal?” You chuckled. “But what’s this? I wasn’t expecting such a -” Looking out over the crowd, the dining hall was fit more for a ball than a simple dinner. “Party!” You exclaimed.

“It’s a surprise. Go on, sit down. I’ve asked for the wedding wine to be served.” Pasha was radiant, you’d only seen his eyes this alight during his first ballet performance, during his wedding, and then when the baby was born.

You took your seat, beside Pasha, folding a napkin in your lap when a shadow was cast over you. You ignored it, focusing too hard upon the napkin as Kirilka sat down.

“Large crowd,” he murmured.

In silence you nodded, continuing to look down at your lap, your hands, anything but him. Looking at him would be too much right now and you had spent the whole day trying to push him from your head.

“And the wedding wine, they must have something big planned.” he was still trying to catch your attention.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You looked up, but kept avoiding glancing his way.

“The wine should be good.”

You pursed your lips, then nodded. “It was at the wedding.”

A low chuckle resonated in your ear, tickling your brain. “You’re not suddenly scared of me, are you?”

“No!” You huffed.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

He sounded smug, full of himself. What you wouldn’t do to wipe that smile off his face. You were certain he was smirking. “I’m trying to see who all is coming.”

“The same old crowd that always shows up.”

You looked at him, but only to shut him up. You were then struck by his appearance. His hair was down! Not tied up in a tight braid. The long, red waves curled and flowed down his shoulder, his back. Somehow, his hair was even prettier than Tashka’s!

“What? Something on my face?” He said, rubbing his chin.

Furrowing your brow and shrugging, trying to play it off. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down.”

Kirilka laughed. “Tashka told me my hair looks better when it's down. That I look less severe.” He took your glass and his, offering them to be filled as the wine came around.

Maybe that was true. With his hair down he didn’t look so tight, so unapproachable. Wine was held before you and you took the glass. “Thank you.”

“Does everyone have wine?” You heard your brother whispering. “Attention? Attention everyone!” He was holding the baby in one arm, a wine glass held high in the other. “May I have your attention please?” The room quieted and all focused at the head of the table. “Thank you all for joining us tonight. I know this is a bit abrupt and many of you weren’t expecting such an event tonight, but Tashka and I have wonderful news to share.” He then turned to you and Kirilka. “Rise.”

You looked at him then at Kirilka before standing. The baby was placed into your arms where her look of discontent vanished and she relaxed in her bundle.

“We have a name for our daughter! And we are blessing her godparents as the first to hear it,” Tashka announced. She waved Kirilka to her side while Pasha leaned to your ear.

“It’s Kiri,” he said to me. “Her name is Kiri.”

Like her uncle, you thought. You looked down at little Kiri and realized the name suited her. Once she came into her red curls, she would look like a little rose.

Kirilka had tears in his eyes as he came back to your side, sniffling as he touched Kiri’s head.

Pasha raised his glass again to announce her name to the world. “Everyone! Meet your crown princess, Kiri! Named for her late grandmother’s roses that have been throughout our lives!”

Roses? You looked up to Kirilka. He was a rose?

The evening continued with celebration. The princess had a name, there was much cause for all the kingdom to sing and dance. Even when Pasha and Tashka took Kiri to bed, everyone was still celebrating. I watched from the table, enjoying the food and nursing my wine while I enjoyed the revelry.

Kirilka, the rose, approached the table and leaned over it towards me. “Would you like to dance?”

You snorted, turning it into a chuckle. “Oh, no thanks! I can’t dance.”

 His brow arched and a smile came to his lips. “I didn’t ask if you could, I asked if you wanted to.”

You sputtered over your words. “Well I mean…sure I would, but not with this-” you laughed. “Not with this leg, Kirilka!”

Kirilka stood back, then slapped his hand against his thigh. “I have enough leg for the both of us. Come, dance with me.”

“Well, I could but-” As you stood, Kirilka reached over the table, picking you up. He didn’t wait to dance, he already had you spinning in the air, as if you were the weight of a feather.

“Kirilka!” You shouted. He had you held above, twirling you, swooping you into a dip before whisking you around the dance floor.

You had always wanted to dance like your brother. When it was found you couldn’t, Pasha joined the ballet in your stead, training to dance in your place. Now, you were dancing like he was, spinning, laughing, excited. 

It was like hours were spent on the dancefloor, hours you had missed through all these years. You were dizzy and elated, even as the music slowed.

“How about some fresh air?” Kirilka motioned to the door leading to the garden.

His words from earlier came back, even though you had been pushing them away all day. But you thought very little about them now. Instead, you nodded and took his hand to lead you. Outside the air was crisp, and everything was quiet. Celebrations had calmed, only the drunk and hungry remained. But out here it was as if night was continuing as always. 

“You seem to be eager to spend time with me,” you tease.

“Ever since you put me in my place that day, I have not been able to wipe you from my mind. So, I thought, if she is in my head, I might as well bring her close to my body.” He said this so easily.

Did an arrow hit you, or did his words actually hold power? It certainly felt like an arrow to the chest, but there was no wound, no blood. It didn’t hurt at all, it struck you.

“So, why are you here?” Kirilka asked. He stalled, leaning against the wall.

You kept puttering forward. “For the air.” You stood before your comfrey. Once it had been one plant, now it was taking over an entire corner of the garden.

“You know, I’m not much of a fan of roses. Not like my mother was. I prefer the earthy things. The wild flowers, the small things that grow in the shadows of the trees. I always found the beauty in the small wild bouquets Tashka would bring home.”

You glanced back at him, trying not to be too taken with his smile. “Are you calling me a weed?” 

“I’m calling you strong.” He motioned down to the comfrey around you. “Roses need lots of care and attention to grow. But this plant took over, easily.”

“I needed a lot of care and attention to grow, you know?” You scoffed at him. “Maybe I’m a rose in reality.”

Kirilka’s fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking back a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm then cupped along your jaw, his thumb brushed under your eye. “I like thorns.”

You held your breath, there was another arrow.

“You’re a doctor,” he then whispered. “You can fix me up when we’re done.”

Your lips parted then as you took in that surprised breath.

“You can teach me all about anatomy.” he grinned. “But I know quite a bit.”

Clearing your throat you tried to regain your senses. “Y-you’re being very bold for someone who d-doesn’t even know what I am thinking.”

“What are you thinking?”

Swallow down your heart, keep your shoulders squared. Be strong! You told this to yourself and yet, still, you wound up in his bed, pressed against the sheets, your dress pulled up to your navel while Kirilka’s head bobbed between your thighs. 

His tongue was warm, his tusks were cool against your skin. His strong hands kneaded onto your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump belly. He lifted his head, glaring at the dress covering the rest of you. 

“I’ve gotten a taste,” he snarled. “Let me have the rest.” He tugged at the dress, trying to push it off then pull it down.

“Wait! Easy!” You fussed at him, trying still to collect your thoughts. You didn’t know how you got here from the garden except that it was willing. “This is my favorite dress, you brute!” You sat up, undoing the box at the front then unbuttoning the hidden buttons. “I do not know when I’ll be back across the strait to buy another one!”

Kirilka licked his tusk, focused on their mark while you took off your dress. You were sure you looked silly sitting there all squishy and soft. Reflexively you covered your bosom, glancing back up at him. He had just had his tongue inside you, yet you were still shy.

Reaching out, he took your arm and removed it from your chest. You had scars on your body from procedures in youth. You looked away, closing your eyes even so you didn’t have to see the look in his eyes change. You were instantly pressed into the bed again as Kirilka littered your body in kisses. His mouth was over your breast, warm, wet, a sharpness as he bit.

The reaction that gave you was a bit bigger than you meant it to be. Your voice was loud, your body responsive as nerves and hormones responded in kind. It was joy wrapped in relief, coated in excitement sprinkled with a little fear then dipped in a thick coating of lust.

His snarl tickled along your skin. “You're sensitive here, huh?”

You pressed your lips tight together and shook your head.

Still smiling, he reached down with both hands, grabbing your breasts and teasing the nipples. His touch was light, but that bodily response was still quite vivid. You held yourself together until he pinched. You cried out again. How could you not when it was almost as good as touching your clit.

“You’re even more fun than I thought.” Kirilka rose up slightly. Something hard touched your belly, then slid up between your bosom. The tip of his cock pressed to your lips.

You pushed your palm against it. “What are you doing?”

“Justa little teasing.” He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them together around his shaft. He moved slowly, his tip pulled back and pressed to your lips again. 

You pouted, impatient now that you were aroused. He got to have his jollys, meanwhile you were getting used like a- His fingers pinched again, using your nipples to close the wedge around his cock. You opened your mouth to gasp and his tip pressed to your tongue.

“There, see?” Kirilka chuckled. “Good for us both eh? A bit of teasing?”

His taste was earthy, but he was warm flesh all the same. 

“You don’t want teasing?” Kirilka snarled. 

You huffed, trying to speak but your nipples enjoyment was breaking your train of thought. “I’d like to know if you’re all talk or not!”

His grin grew, becoming something a little dark. “Oh. I see.” He pulled back, releasing your breasts but then grabbing a hold of your thighs. He pulled them apart then angled you up slightly. The cool air against your loins told you how wet you were.

“I’m not very good with my words.”

Liar, you thought.

“But I am very good with my body.” His fingers touched you, opening you. They slid inside and stirred you up enough to make your head begin spinning. “I believe I have the best cock you’ll ever have the pleasure of studying, Doctor.”

You couldn’t quite get your words out. You wanted him to be quiet and just go. But he was teasing, tormenting. Maybe that was his foreplay, maybe you liked it more than you would ever let on.

Kirilka was inside. Thick, warm, orc cock took over your thoughts. He did, indeed, feel incredible. Better than touching, better than fingers. No. This was the real deal.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Kirilka snarled. “Shit!” Suddenly he was fighting for his life. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He pulsed inside you, finding himself deep inside, lost in your warmth.

You’re not sure how long he was inside you. His stamina was good, but it was his recovery time that was better. He was all over you, loving you, worshiping you. He was nothing but simpering comments every time he came. How he could still speak was beyond you. You were still recovering from one climax and then he went in for another.

By morning, Kirilka was cuddled to your breast, his warm body a hairy blanket keeping you warm. His skin was soft, so was his beautiful hair.

“That sun is so bright,” he growled.

“Oh, you’re alive,” you murmured.

He sat up and went to the windows to draw the blinds. “I’m used to light sleep and early mornings.” he turned around and you admired his body for the first time. That’s when you noticed he had a prosthetic leg from mid shin down. 

Kirilka smiled at you. “Didn’t notice eh? Really it ain’t important.” He sat down on the bed beside you. “Lots of accidents happen on farms.”

“They do.” What a stupid thing to say! You couldn’t really think right now anyways.

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve tended to a few farmers in your work.”

You nodded. “I’ll have my hands full with just one.”

He was still but a smile grew upon his face.

You touched his cheek, gently tucking his hair behind his ear. “If he ever lets me get out of bed.”

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖔𝖓!

[songbirdseung]

happy accidents / park jongseong

synopsis: maybe getting hit by a basketball wasn't so bad?

pairing: jay x reader

warnings: injuries?

wc: 1k

Your solo trip to the park did not go as expected when you felt a sudden pain in your back. Ignoring the fact that your drink fell from your hand and almost ruined the white maxi skirt you were wearing, you turned towards the direction you assumed the ball came from.

"I'm so sorry, my friend is a clumsy idiot," a voice called out.

"Jake, shut up!" another male voice responded before facing you and apologizing for hitting you. "Basketball isn't really my thing, I'm more into guitars."

You blinked, still processing the pain and the sudden chaos. The guy who had spoken was now standing in front of you, looking genuinely apologetic. He had a warm, approachable aura that somehow made the whole situation less frustrating.

"It's okay," you managed to say, trying to smile despite the discomfort in your back. "Accidents happen."

Jake and another friend, who you assumed was Sunghoon, jogged over, both looking equally concerned. Jake had a sheepish grin on his face, while Sunghoon looked more serious.

"Are you alright?" Sunghoon asked, glancing at you with worry.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you replied, waving off their concern. "Just a bit startled, that's all."

Extending his hand. "I'm Jay, by the way. Sorry again for that."

You shook his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'm Y/N. And it's really okay, Jay."

Jake stepped forward, looking at the fallen drink. "Can we at least get you another drink to make up for it?"

You nodded, appreciating their efforts to make amends. "That would be nice, thank you."

As the four of you walked towards the park's cafe, you couldn't help but notice how easy it was to talk to them. Jay, in particular, had a relaxed demeanor that made you feel comfortable despite the awkward start.

"So, guitars, huh?" you asked, looking at Jay.

He chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, I've been playing for a few years now. Basketball is just something I do for fun with these guys."

"He's actually pretty good with a guitar," Jake added, nudging Jay playfully. "You should hear him sometime."

"Maybe I will," you said, smiling at Jay. "If you're not too busy accidentally hitting people with basketballs, that is."

Jay laughed, shaking his head. "I'll try to keep my basketball skills in check."

As you all reached the cafe, you realized that what started as a mishap had turned into a pleasant encounter. You got your new drink, and the conversation flowed easily among the four of you.

As the four of you sat at a small outdoor table at the park's cafe, the conversation continued to flow easily. You found yourself increasingly drawn to Jay's warm smile and easygoing personality. The initial awkwardness from the basketball incident had melted away, replaced by laughter and shared stories.

"So, Y/N, what brings you to the park today?" Jay asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

"I was just taking a solo trip to enjoy the nice weather and watch the swans by the river," you replied, glancing in the direction of the serene water where you'd been earlier. "It's one of my favorite spots to relax."

Jay nodded, his eyes following yours. "I get that. Sometimes, you just need a peaceful place to unwind."

Jake and Sunghoon excused themselves to get refills, leaving you and Jay alone at the table. The air between you felt charged with a new energy, the kind that comes with the potential of something more than just a chance encounter.

Jay cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "You know, I really am sorry about earlier. I hope it didn't ruin your day."

You shook your head, smiling. "Not at all. Actually, it turned out to be a lot better than I expected, thanks to you guys."

Jay's face lit up with a smile. "I'm glad to hear that. Maybe we could hang out more often. You know, when I'm not accidentally hitting you with basketballs."

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I'd like that. Maybe you can even show me some of your guitar skills."

Jay's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Deal. How about we exchange numbers? That way, I can let you know when we have a less hazardous hangout planned."

You both pulled out your phones, quickly exchanging numbers. As you saved his contact, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing him again.

Jake and Sunghoon returned with their drinks, and you all spent a bit more time chatting before deciding to head your separate ways. As you walked back through the park with Jay, the conversation continued to flow effortlessly.

"You know, I wasn't kidding about the guitar," Jay said, glancing at you. "I really would like to play for you sometime."

"I'd love that," you replied, looking up at him. "And maybe you can teach me a thing or two."

Jay's smile widened. "It's a date, then."

As you reached the park entrance, Jay turned to you with a sincere expression. "I had a great time today, Y/N. I'm really glad we met, even if it was because of my terrible aim."

"Me too, Jay," you said, feeling your cheeks warm. "Today turned out to be pretty amazing."

Before you could part ways, Jay hesitated and then spoke up. "Actually, do you mind if I walk you home? Just to make sure you get there safely."

Before you could respond, Jake and Sunghoon, who had been lingering nearby, burst into laughter. "Aww, look at Jay, being all protective," Jake teased, nudging Sunghoon.

"Yeah, make sure she gets home safe, lover boy," Sunghoon added with a grin.

Jay rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Cut it out, you two."

You laughed, appreciating their playful banter. "I'd love for you to walk me home, Jay. Thanks."

With a final wave to Jake and Sunghoon, you and Jay started walking in the direction of your home. As you strolled through the streets, the conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable around him.

As you approached your building, Jay turned to you with a soft smile. "Here we are."

"Thanks again for walking me home," you said, feeling a bit shy.

Jay shrugged, his smile warm. "Anytime. I had a great time today, Y/N."

"Me too," you replied. "See you soon?"

"Definitely," Jay said, giving you a wave as he started to walk away. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Jay," you called after him, watching as he disappeared down the street.

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but smile. Today had turned out far better than you could have imagined, and you were already looking forward to your next meeting with Jay.

[sugoi-writes]

Alastor x Reader - First Time, First Deal

A/N: Let me preface this with: yes, I am aware that Alastor is ace (and likely aroace). This is simply a work of fiction and nothing more! I tried keeping things pretty tame for the most part, but there's an opportunity for spice later down the road, should anyone enjoy this.

The reader uses she/her pronouns. The reader is a sinner whose body is essentially a ghost that changes/become corporal at times. Reader is EXTREMELY touch starved. (And let's be honest, aren't we all?) This part is fluffy and sickeningly sweet, with room for angst and smut down the road... so please enjoy my newfound brainrot~

Your time spent with the Hazbin Hotel had been progressing more positively than you hoped. Being a demon with a semi corporal body came with ups and downs... namely, that you had a hard time controlling your body's functions.

During bouts of anger or sadness, your body would change. You'd usually becoming hard, jagged, and brutal, or, one that you feared most: you became completely invisible. The only person who seemed to understand appeared to be Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. Despite being a reserved, somewhat distant person... he seemed to either understand or take pity on your situation.

You felt confident in his companionship, moreso as your sleepless nights crept upon you. You had all but sobbed in his private quarters, lamenting how touch starved you were. How the only time you've felt the touch of another being was during fits of rage or in conflict. When defending the hotel, you typically get pretty banged up and bruised. The sensations you did experience were never good... and you longed for something that felt right. Something that felt REAL and gentle.

Alastor seemed more than sympathetic, and would listen and even humor you. When your world was crumbling in, he always managed to make you smile and laugh... And the bond between the two of you festered, before erupting to an untamable flame.... at least, you knew it did for you.

When you were close to him, you found your body's hues changing... bright, soft pinks would flood your visage, especially in your face. Angel Dust would tease you especially hard, causing flecks of green and red to appear: annoyance, anger.... No matter your emotions and despite your best attempts, they were always on your sleeve.

One night in particular, you were having a very difficult time. You had thought back to your life in the human realm, to living on Earth... You had shared many things with others. Touch, kisses, and... more intimate gestures. You could imagine the sensations, but never experience them on your own. No, you would need someone that you TRULY trusted to help you... someone whose touch would be as rare as your predicament. Someone who wouldn't taint that touch with ulterior motives. Someone who wouldn't take advantage of your vulnerable state the second your walls caved in.

You had thought to ask Angel initially, but didn't want it to appear that you were using a sex worker only for his body... you had considered other sinners you met along the way, many of which who had left the hotel.

But there was one constant that crossed your mind: Alastor.

And with that, against your better judgment, you rapped quietly against his oak door. You were sheepish, hoping that he would be asleep, or too busy to answer. Hues of purple swirled through your body, as you felt your shape ebb and flow... the parts that felt real, the ones you could sense... they were soft, and just as pliable as your mind.

But you had no time to linger as the door to the Radio Demon's chambers creaked open. You fumbled with your appearance as Alastor's eyes and grin fell upon you, a singular brow raised.

"My Dear, it's quite late in the evening... are you troubled? Struggling to sleep again?" Alastor opened the door entirely, allowing you to enter. You nod, before nervously walking past the threshold. No going back now, you thought.

"I-- I know, Alastor. I hate bugging you so late at night, but-- you're the only person who can help me with my-- issue." Hues of hot pink swirled within you as Alastor gingerly closed his door, his head cocking to the side.

" Would you like to have tea with me, then? Perhaps something warm could help ease your--"

"Warmer than that," you practically yelped, your hands flying to mouth to cover it. You sigh, as your colors fluctuated again, your body acting as a kaleidoscope for Alastor to observe.

"I... i only ask of you because, well-- I feel like you would handle this... respectfully. Delicately." Alastor continues to grow more interested, the light emitting from you dancing about his chambers.

"Well, trying not to assume what you may need me for, I am flattered that you considered me for the task. I can assure you, a gentleman will always take the qualms of the fairer means seriously... Discreetly, if need arises."

Alastor's grin grows, a familiar glow reaching his wide eyes," Now then... what dea--.... arrangement... have you come to propose?"

You turn to face Alastor, your face warm as you spew your feelings at him, deep from your core. Your colors flash, swirling and colliding with each other haphazardly as you speak. At first, Alastor is intrigued, then appalled, and the more that you spill... the more his mind shifts. He can clearly see you weren't here for some petty favor, or a sinner's gambit... You were here for something more earnest than that. He should have known better than that, regarding you... You, the sinner who didn't deserve to be trapped here in Hell.

"I want-- I just want my first time in Hell to be with someone I can trust. In fact, it's only possible IF I can trust that person," you quickly added, advancing a few paces towards him.

For the first time since you've entered, you're silent. You don't make a sound as Alastor struggles to form a response. His eyes seem a little hazy, lost... You've stupefied him into speechlessness.

You sigh, your colors becoming more uniform, softer... you begin to shed the night gown that you managed to keep on this entire time (With your embarrassing predicament? It was RATHER impressive).

As it fell to the floor, Alastor's bewildered eyes were able to take in your full form... how the colors hugged and accentuated your form... how your hair bellowed behind you... how soft your face had become. For a moment, he swore he wasn't standing before his friend, but an angel from on High.

"Please... I know--- i know this is a lot to ask of you. But I can't spend an eternity of torment like this-- not when I have the option of seeing if it's possible. I NEED to know if its possible to be with someone like this."

Your attempts in this endeavor have been fruitless in the past, yet somehow: you were hopeful that this would be different. You were hopeful that Alastor would be different.

Alastor's smile softened, as he adjusted himself. She wasn't coming to him as a desperate harlot, nor some heated lover, he thought... she sought him without any sort of carnal threat. This sinner came to him as a friend.

This emotion made his core swell and seize simultaneously, his emotions conflicted. He had little to no desires of the flesh anymore, nor did he ever desire you past a platonic companionship... but here he was: feeling something. Something that he hadnt felt in such a long time.

He cleared his throat, before loosening his tie. You swallowed shallowly as it was taken off and tossed to the floor. Alastor approached your slowly, his mask still plastered to his face, though shakily.

"Let's make a deal, then...," Alastor speaks softly, the normal filter on his voice all but silenced. He reached out a hand, cautiously approaching your cheek.

"I will agree to see this event to a proper conclusion... whatever you'd like me to do, or try... I will earnestly do so until you're satisfied. In exchange..."

You felt your throat swell shut, as if you were being strangled. You could hardly see straight as Alastor came so close to you. You gasped when Alastor's hand finally made contact with the swell of your cheek, a thumb running over it tenderly. You sighed into the feeling, your face flushing a deep pink as you leaned into it. Yes, yes... this was EXACTLY what you needed!

"In exchange," he repeated," You will never let anyone else touch you like this: ever."

Your eyes shoot open, startled by the forwardness of the deal. You could hardly speak as you felt another hand come to rest on your hip, squeezing earnestly.

Alastor's smile seemed to shine more vividly due to the light you emmited, but it was... soft. It appeared genuine. A smile that was new to you. If Alastor had ulterior motives, you could not sense them at all...

You stammered over your words, perplexed," I-- I hadn't know that you-- that you had--"

Alastor chuckles, pulling you closer," Dear, call me a product of my time... but I don't believe in boughts of one-night passions. I don't believe in swingers or flings... if my mother taught me anything, she taught me that courting takes time. That it should be shared between two people, and two people alone."

You felt his hand reach for yours, before bringing it to his lips. Your eyelids fluttered as he began kissing your knuckles, one by one.

"You are the one I've been wanting to court; the only one that I plan to. And... it seems like it has been successful, thus far." A slight stretch of the truth, but one that Alastor knew you wouldn't be able to see through.

You were still reeling at your revelation as you were gently pushed backwards, landing on the edge of Alastor's bed. Your breathing picked up as Alastor knelt before you between your legs, his eyes level with yours.

"So... will you allow me to continue?"

You practically sighed out your answer, your head feeling hazy as your body practically sung for him to start," O-Of course.... please, make me yours, Alastor."

[tiredfox64]

Can we shower Tomas and bi-han with some pampering after he's had a bad day? <3

A Well-deserved Rest

Prior notes: I'd give my attention to Tomas. Bi-Han can care for himself. Or let the other ladies in this world take care of him. It won't be me.

Pairings: Bi-Han x Gn reader, Tomas x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Nah

Bi-Han

Being the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei is not an easy task. It never was. He had to observe many men while being summoned by Liu Kang at random times. It’s a constant runaround with little to no time to rest. Not to mention Bi-Han would never allow himself to relax. Always on guard and alert in case of anything. He’s only relaxed when he sleeps yet there were times when he would shoot straight up and be alert for nothing.

This day was somehow worse. Nobody in the clan was doing anything right. Their forms were off. Some of the new initiates were acting scared and backing out of fights. Bi-Han didn’t even have his brothers by his side to help find another way to correct these fools. For once, he gave up. No more for the day. He ended training early, had something quick for dinner, and went to the bedroom to finally rest. You were folding the laundry as he walked in. The instance he did it was like you already knew something was off.

“Today wasn’t too good, huh?” You casually asked.

He groaned as a response which was all you needed to hear. You stopped what you were doing and got right to work.

“Take your clothes off.” You commanded.

“I don’t want to-“

“That’s not the reason I am asking you to take your clothes off.”

Bi-Han wasn’t sure what you were planning until you went into the bathroom that was connected to your room. You walked over to the freestanding bathtub and turned the water on. The water began to fill the tub and you began putting in a little bit of soap. Can’t have the bath too bubbly, he doesn’t like it that way. You put a few drops of lavender essential oil in it to make it more relaxing. Light some scented candles and you just made a relaxing atmosphere. You called Bi-Han in and he was somewhat surprised with how quickly you prepared everything.

 As he slipped into the tub you started grabbing other stuff like towels and fresh clothes for him. The warm water was already doing him wonders by relaxing his muscles. He leaned against the side of the bathtub and you came up behind him. You knelt down and started unraveling his hair from his tight bun. His obsidian hair flowed down and you shook it up a little to relieve the scalp. You got right to work with wetting his hair before pouring some shampoo in your hands. Your fingers slipped through his thick strands, carefully as to prevent accidentally yanking on it. Bi-Han can’t lie, he prefers if you were the one to wash his hair. You take better care of it and massage his scalp at the same time.

In a matter of five minutes you got him to relax, almost forgetting the frustrating day he had. You washed the shampoo out of his hair. Careful, don’t get it in his eyes. Then you went to focusing on his face. He’s not big on you doing something with his face with your fancy and pricy products but you always insist. He gives in because he loves you enough to do so. You started rubbing your face washes on his face. He keeps jerking his head away but you reposition his head to get the job done. Hey, at least you’re not doing a clay mask on him. He should be grateful this is the only thing you are doing for him.

Some time passes and he’s about ready to get out. You practically took care of everything for him. He never realized how tense his muscles were before. You passed him a towel and left the fresh clothes in the bathroom for him to change into. Bi-Han was ready to hit the hay but you had one more thing to do. When he sat on the bed you came up behind him and told him to sit still. In your hand was a comb which you started to use on his hair. It helped take the potential knots that were in there. Another example of you taking better care of his hair than he does.

You finished quickly. Now he can sleep. He was much more relaxed than when he first walked into the bedroom. You did the simplest things to him yet it did wonders. Bi-Han began to lay in bed and so did you after putting everything away. The tub was drained, candles extinguished, clothes folded, and a happy partner. You brought him close to you, resting his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer. He took a deep sigh before saying,

“Thank you…” He whispered.

You know him so well. You knew he wasn’t the type to talk about his day. You never had to say a word you went right to taking care of him. For that, he is grateful to have you in his arms.

Tomas

Building a new clan was hard. Finding the right initiates was like hunting a snow bunny in Alaska. The only luck Tomas had was with Hanzo but he was his own challenge. Getting him to listen or calm down was a hassle. That’s what happens when a teenager is dropped into the care of someone who doesn’t have a clue about how to handle a raging teen.

Some days had their ups and others had their downs. Some days were a breeze with little to no casualties. Others…not so lucky. This day was one of those unlucky days.

Tomas was hungry and tired. He didn’t even have the energy to cook himself a meal. Luckily, you were just finishing up in the kitchen area. You smiled once you saw him. You were planning on surprising him with his favorite meal.

“Aww, you ruined the surprise. I thought I would have more time before you were finished training the initiates.” You acted like you were upset but that smile on your face betrayed your tone.

He looked at you confused, tilting his head to the side as he waited to see what you meant. Once he saw you place the slow braised pieces of beef on the plate he knew what you meant. His stomach growled like a plea to Tomas to take a bite out of that delicious piece of meat. You had him sit down at a nearby table and placed the food in front of him. It was still hot but he couldn’t wait. He dug in before you could place the basket of bread slices in front of him. The poor man was starving. You were his savior that blessed him with amazing food. His mood had already improved.

Once he was done you both made your way to the bedroom to get ready for bed. For some reason you were clinging onto Tomas a lot. No wait, there was a reason, you wanted to make him feel better. Even when he was brushing his teeth you were hugging him from behind while leaving kisses on his neck. Don’t worry, he was absolutely loving it. It got better when you both got into bed. You brought him close to you and had him lay his head on your lap. Your fingers ran through his hair as your other hand went to hold his hand.

“Do you want to tell me about your day?” You asked.

He sighed at first before deciding to let out all his frustrations. You were always to listen anyway. He ran through everything, the training, the initiates, trying to calm Kuai Liang down from his frustration, helping train Raiden, the usual struggle. Throughout that whole rant of his, you kept looking right into your eyes while your fingers ran through his silvery hair. Your thumb rubbed over the top of his hand to keep him calm and reduce any instance of him getting worked up from talking about the issues of the day. What also helped keep him grounded was your words. You assured him that he was doing his best, that nobody expects perfection, and that everyone appreciates him. He does so much for everyone and though that can be overwhelming it also felt good to know that he is appreciated for his efforts. Especially to hear those words come from your lips.

By the end of his rant he felt mentally lighter. Only when he was done did Tomas realize all the things you were doing. You looked at him so lovingly with no sense of judgment or annoyance. He started to relax more to the sensation of your fingers massaging his scalp.

“Thank you, my dearest. You have no idea how much you mean to me.” He said.

“Even if I didn’t know, that wouldn’t stop me from caring for you every day.” You smiled at him before giving him a kiss that he needed and deserved.

At least Tomas knows now that even if he has a bad day, coming back to you means his day will end on a good note. His love for you increased. He knows for certain that he wants you by his side all the time. He never wants to let you go.

After notes: I hate posting late I’m sorry. I was trying to take multiple naps but each time I tried I would end up panicking in my sleep. Also sorry it took long for me to get to this I hope i didn’t upset you. Adiós!

[thewertsearch]

Cal, get the fuck out of the frame. You're obliterating the vibe.

GG: ummmmmm hey guys i hope im not interrupting!!! TA: well, yeah, y0u kind 0f were […] AA: sollux try to be polite […] AA: jade is very nice and she did nothing wrong AA: none of them did so when you wake up maybe you should try to reconcile with them [...] TA: did Y0U? AA: did i what TA: be nice t0 them 0r whatever bef0re y0u expl0ded. AA: well no […] [Robo]AA: what actually happened after i died it sounds complicated

Not significantly moreso than your life was.

Although, this is additional evidence that Aradia had no idea she was going to resurrect on Derse. Even our most knowledgeable Player is less clued-in than she thinks.

GG: i have just been enjoying these little naps more and more lately! GG: each time i go to sleep i meet more new people and learn so much GG: but i still cant get karkat to take a nap, boy talk about a guy who is anti nap! TA: ahahahah, yeah, what a d0uche! GG: seeeeeriously!

A more pissed-off Jade meets a less pissed-off Sollux, and they're meeting in the middle for some Mage/Witch solidarity.

The guy's been free of his Voices for about two minutes, and he's already bonding with the humans he used to hate. Here for it!

GG: […] i should really thank feferi again for setting it up so we could meet like this! TA: wait, ff is here? […] TA: 0h g0d, why didn't that 0ccur t0 me, where is she?? GG: ummm probably in another bubble GG: but youll find her! maybe during your next nap… TA: well shit, why can't i just g0 glub ar0und 0ut there in the ring and find her n0w? […] AA: navigating between bubbles is difficult here AA: its better to drift between them naturally as they intersect AA: not spatially but through common points in memory

I'm starting to understand the mechanics here. You start out in a bubble simulating one of your memories, but you can move to adjacent bubbles if they're simulating the same scene, regardless of who is remembering it.

So, initially, you can only visit people that you share memories with - but after that, you can visit someone they share memories with, and so on. Eventually, you can visit anyone in the Ring, provided you're linked by some chain of memories.

It's easy to imagine how Jade arrived here. She wasn't originally present for this memory, but she has spoken to Aradia before, and probably joined her bubble while it was simulating one of their Pesterchum conversations. You don't get kicked out of a bubble when it changes, so Jade was able to stay after it morphed into Alternia. If she wanted to find someone she'd never met, such as Dad Egbert, she'd have to visit John's bubble as an intermediate.

Aradia's a special case, since she can circumvent normal bubble navigation by flying out of bounds - presumably because, unlike all her companions, she's here in the flesh.

AA: to navigate the furthest ring you need to have mastered the flow of time! AA: that is why i am here AA: i am alive again so i may assist the dead in this way

It's poetic, I think, that the ex-ghost is the one managing the affairs of the dead. I guess she knows how disorienting it is to be suddenly disembodied.

[melanieathene]

Thy Will Be Done

I didn’t understand much of anything when I was Jack, just Jack, Lucifer’s new-born son. Everything was new to me. I was new to myself. I didn’t know if I was good or bad, I simply was. And who knows what I might have become, had Cas not been there for me from the start.

Cas... and the Winchesters. Three father figures for the orphan who had expected none. Not that Dean trusted me at first. And who could blame him? Power without reason or control is a scary thing. But he trusted Cas, and that gave me the hope that he would someday come to trust me too.

That trust was not easily won. There were far too many setbacks, too many times when he hated me, even wanted to kill me. But nevertheless, in his own gruff way, Dean taught me duty, respect — and who better to teach me righteousness than the Righteous Man himself.

Sam gave me friendship. He taught me patience, diligence, and nurtured my insatiable thirst for knowledge.

And Cas? Cas taught me love. Free and pure, love flowed from him to Sam, to Dean, to me — you did not have to be an angel to see it. He was my protector. He believed in me when I did not even believe in myself.

We were a strange, dysfunctional family. But we were family. All four of us believed that.

And then Cas was taken by the Empty...

And, soon after that, I became God. All Chuck’s power, all His knowledge poured into me. And because my three fathers had helped shape the man I was, so too they shaped the God that I became: kind and just; forgiving and peaceful; all knowing and, most of all, full of love.

I loved all of my adoptive fathers. I loved all of the humans and angels now in my care. But, most of all, I loved Cas. Although I had become the Father of All, still he was my father. There was so much more he had to teach me...

I could not be without him. And so, I took him from the Empty. He and those whose names he spoke of with the greatest longing, with the deepest affection: Joshua, Balthazar, Anna, Gabriel, Samandriel. These angels all became my trusted lieutenants as we began to reform Heaven into all that a heaven should be, but Cas was my right hand man. I trusted his opinion above all others. And in all things we were were in complete agreement, save for one crucial matter...

Earth was for living humans. That was my firm belief, and so it became my law. Earth did not require divine intervention. It had seen far too much of that under my predecessor's reign. I would keep an eye on the happenings there, of course, but it was off limits to the angels. This was hard for Cas to accept. He raged, he wept, but I could not — would not — allow any exceptions. Not even for my favourite father. Over and over, he begged to become human himself, but this too I would not allow. I needed him by my side.

For a while, all was well. Great progress was made. Angels and human souls worked together, and perfect harmony prevailed.

In all hearts but one...

Castiel’s.

Clearly, the greater portion of his heart remained on Earth, with one human in particular.

I once naively thought there were limitations on love: the heart is only so big; it has room for only a select few. As God, my comprehension expanded to encompass love for all. But, what I initially failed to understand, is that there are different types of love — and while all of them are true, not all of them are equal.

Cas loved me as a son.

Cas loved Sam as a brother.

But Dean... Ah, that was a different story.

I had always known that Cas loved Dean but, only now, as I saw the omnipresent sadness on his face, did I begin to understand the fathomless depths of that great love. The desire that lay behind it. The passion, the longing for more. The sad conviction that it could never be. The acknowledgement that love, unrequited, was the cruelest love of all.

But I also knew something that he did not know: Dean loved him too.

Something in Dean died when the Empty stole Cas away. He tried to hide it; he had no time to lose himself to grief with the world to save. And, after that war was won, he put on a brave show. He buried his feelings deep. He forced a smile on his face and lived each day as if it were a gauntlet he had to run.

He was tired. Bone-deep weary.

When the vampire’s attack impaled him on a protruding nail, Dean welcomed death as an old friend. He didn’t pray. He thought the angel he had always prayed to was lost to him forever. What further use had he for prayer? He believed the nail to be a fatal blow, that it saved him from the slow death that was his life.

And I — I who could have healed him with a thought, who could have given Sam’s mind the tiny nudge it needed to override Dean’s protests and call the paramedics — I let him die.

As Dean had always suspected I might be, I was the instrument of his death. My will, not the nail, ended his days on Earth. Because Cas needed to be with him, and Dean needed Cas too. How could I stand by and watch them both suffer needlessly?

And so Dean came to Heaven.

It took a while for Cas to forgive me for that. It took longer still for him to overcome his fear of facing Dean, of hearing what Dean’s response to his ill-timed declaration might be.

But when that reply came, when Dean confessed his love...

The joy it sparked in my heart to see them come together was unlike anything I had ever known, but the joy that flared between them shone brighter than the brightest star.

And so I left them to their happy reunion. Holding each other tight. Locked in a lover’s embrace. Trading kisses and murmuring tender words that had been denied for far too long.

And I looked upon what I had wrought and, lo, it was very good.

* * *

Also posted to AO3. Come and visit me there!

[improbable-outset]

📂 𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

↳ 📁 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥

{{Part 1}}

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

𝐂𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐖: Nothing much, just reader being in shock (?)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miguel takes a significant step by revealing a life-changing secret to you during your night out. You took this opportunity to pave the way to a more honest and brighter future.

Friday came sooner than you could anticipate and throughout the rest of the week up until the day, it took you longer than you expected to pick an outfit for your date. Even if you were the one that initiated it, you didn’t know if you should go all out or if it'll just be something casual. Surely, Miguel wouldn’t just take you to some local cafe. You didn’t want to overdress Miguel and make it look like you put too much effort into this. Your nerves subsided when Miguel told you the night before that he picked a restaurant downtown and it gave you somewhat of an idea of what to wear. You hated the fact that you were overthinking this. It was only Miguel - your ex-husband that you still cared about enough to stress about what to wear. Sure you had your rough patches, really rough patches, but you were married for three years and Miguel had seen you at your worst. Or maybe he hadn’t even noticed because he was too focused on his career. Either way, you knew you were thinking too deep into this.

But on the other hand, the perfectionist side of you still wanted to make a lasting good impression tonight. This date was a chance to finally get what you secretly desired and for a second chance with the man you loved. You wanted to look good, perhaps even earn a compliment or two from Miguel. You haven’t been on a real date after the divorce, you couldn’t bring yourself to try again with someone and emotionally invest yourself into another man. Not when your heart was still secretly tied to Miguel’s whether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not. You wondered how Miguel was feeling about all of this. Was he as much of a mess as you were? Maybe he was thinking about how to be better to you this time. He knew he messed up which was a hopeful sign.

Finally, you were able to pick an outfit to wear for tonight. It’s been a while since you pampered yourself up like this. It would be an understatement to say you were nervous with how things will turn out. But after seeing yourself in the mirror, with the dress on that was very flattering on your body shape, you felt a little bit more confident in yourself. All your nerves seemed to disappear momentarily as you walked out the door. The feeling crumbled, however, the second you saw Miguel standing idly waiting for you. You felt a sudden rush of heat reaching your core making you lose your composure for a split second. You never thought you’d see him clean up so nicely like this ever again after you went your separate ways. It was refreshing and you felt a little flattered he put this much effort into his looks for this date with you.

“Hey, you.” you cooed, trying to sound as lighthearted as you could. Miguel perked up and his attention was on you now - you didn’t know why that made you a little self conscious. Perhaps it was the way his eyes lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“Hey…you…you look phenomenal.” He commented. The words floated around in your head and went straight to your heart, making your cheeks burn up. How had he caused this much of a reaction in your body from just a simple compliment?

“Thank you. Shall we get going?” Miguel answered your question by sticking his arms out for you to take which you did. There was a comfortable breeze in the Neuva York air that made the dress you were wearing flow gracefully around your body. As you walked through the quiet streets, you couldn’t help but catch quick glances at Miguel who was leading you with his arm linked with yours.

“You look breathtaking too by the way…” you blurted out, making him look back at you with an arched eyebrow. “I mean it’s not just your looks that made me attracted to you, it’s your headstrong willpower that’s kinda hot. I want to wake up to someone like that everyday.” You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your throat right now. When did you become so bold with your mouth?

“Is that so?” Miguel stopped in his tracks and leaned in closer to you, making your heart hammer hard in your rib cage. “You know, I’m glad we’re going out again, so I can see your flustered expression up close like this.”

Lord Almighty what the fuck had he done to you…?

He chuckled softly as he continued to walk, your stunned reaction only adding to his amusement. Even with the cool air outside, it wasn’t enough to reduce the heat you felt on your cheeks. You finally reached your destination after walking for a few minutes. As you opened the door, you were welcomed to the warm embrace of ambient lighting that illuminated a soft golden glow that bathed the room. The atmosphere was hushed, with the gentle murmurs of guests engaging in harsh conversation along with a soft piano playing a melodious tune. There was a tantalising aroma of gourmet dishes that lingered in the air, enticing your senses. You couldn’t help but appreciate Miguel’s choice for this date. You were introduced to the host who guided you to your seats near the windows that offered a view of Nueva York that twinkled beautifully in the night. He handed you both menus and after picking your options you were left alone again before your food was served to both of you. Miguel went for the Chicken Parmigiana and you went for the Baked Ziti.

Every now and then, as you both conversed with each other, you couldn’t help but feel how Miguel’s presence made you feel both comfort and appreciative at the same time. You would find yourself watching how open and inviting his body language was and his warm tone as he spoke with you. It wasn't hard for you to believe that this was a man that once knew you better than anyone else. It was like every thought about your divorce was left outside the second you stepped in the building. There was a long comfortable pause as you continued on your food. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that tonight was different, a rare moment of emotional honesty amidst your shared history.

“Miguel, can I say something a little vulnerable about me?” You asked, your voice went quiet but enough to be heard over the noise around you.

“Of course, cariño. I’m always listening.” Miguel replied, his gaze on you was soft and encouraging.

“Is it…is it bad that after our divorce, I found it hard to build an emotional connection with anyone?” You confessed. You fiddled with the fork in your hand as if seeking some sort of comfort from the silverware. “Not just romantically, but generally too…I’m sorry, I don’t want to blame our divorce for the way I turned out.” You continued with your tone adding a hint of sorrow. The distant laughter of the other guests and the clinking of the cutlery added a soothing backdrop to the vulnerable conversation. You didn’t know what it was but tonight, you felt more comfortable to be more emotionally transparent with Miguel. Miguel’s eyes locked with yours as he listened to you intently, taking in everything you just vented out to him.

“Hey, it’s alright. You were hurting over our divorce and it’s normal that you couldn’t find someone that could give you that connection you had with me. And since we’re being honest with each other, there’s something I want to confess too.” Miguel said, his eyes still fixated on yours. You couldn’t help but be mesmerised by how his eyes — a mix of brown with red — glimmered under the lighting.

“Yes?” You prodded him, taking a sip of your drink from the glass.

“Well, I want to know if you’re okay with me being a superhero.” The sentence made you almost choke, causing you to throw a brief coughing fit.

“Sorry?!” You spattered out your drink in shock. Was he out of his fucking mind?

“I know it sounds crazy, but you’re looking at Spider-Man.” Time seemed to stand still as you tried to process the enormity of what he just disclosed.

“For how long…?” Your voice was trailing off now as you were lost deep in your thoughts. You couldn’t believe your ears.

Miguel leaned in closer and lowered his voice, as if he was sharing a well-guarded secret. “This had been happening before we even got together, before you even joined Alchemax even. I was involved in a laboratory accident that merged my DNA with a spider. So 50% of my DNA is from a spider.”

“What?” There was a small voice, very minimal, that was urging you to just leave this restaurant right now and never turn back. But your intuitions and your heart kept you rooted to your seat, unable to tear away from him.

“I know it's hard to believe.” Miguel admitted, his gaze never leaving yours. “But just stay with me here. So after I learned about my powers, I used it to serve justice in this city and fight for people against those in power and who abuse their authority. I wanted to serve a purpose.” He paused again, waiting for your response and desperately trying to read your expression.

“And you managed to keep that from me throughout our entire marriage?” You started to taste bile building up at the far back of your throat that was overtaking the ziti flavour, making you feel nauseous.

“Believe me, there were many times where I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to explain it all without sounding like a joke.”

“Was that why you were so focused on work rather than our marriage?”

“Yes, that’s why I was always away and didn’t have time to spend with you…but I don’t want to use that as an excuse for the way things had turned out.” He said, his voice sounding almost apologetic. It was all adding up in your head now. The late-night arrivals, the perpetual exhaustion, the mysterious bruises. Each piece of the puzzle painted a clearer picture. Whenever he returned, he often came home looking like he did some physically demanding work when his job only required him to move around in the lab.

You weren’t sure if there were physical changes to his body after his genes were altered, but now that you recall it, you could’ve sworn you saw something emerge from his canines when you would be screaming at each other during your final stages of your marriage. However, you were too blinded by anger to even register it. There were other odd habits you picked up on too but you brushed them all off. Were they manifestations of his spider DNA? You weren’t entirely sure.

“You’re sure you want to get back together? To reconcile and remarry?” Your voice trembled in uncertainty. There was a tinge of doubt that irked the back of your mind about all of this. It was hard to tell if Miguel will be able to balance his superhero life and your marriage. You didn’t want to repeat history and lose Miguel for good, you couldn’t bear it. The thought made your stomach churn.

“More than anything. You’re the most important thing in my life but I was too blinded by my alter ego to even notice.” Miguel squeezed your fingers as he told you, trying to sound as sincere as he could. Everything was crashing down on you all at once and it was getting a little hard to breathe. It felt like the walls in the restaurant were closing in and suffocating you as you tried to process everything you’ve just heard. Part of you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear but the rational part told you to stay and hear Miguel out. You rapidly blinked away the tears that built up in your eyes from how overwhelmed this new information was - the last thing you wanted was to create a scene in the restaurant.

“I saw that…” Miguel said as he reached across the table and held your chin up to look at him. “Don’t hide your feelings from me cariño, not again.” The sudden attentiveness and attention to your micro expressions made your head spin.

“I’m sorry…this is just a little overbearing. This whole info dump of you being Spider-Man.” You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his sincere gaze.

“That’s understandable. You don’t have to process all of this at this moment. Taking all this news wasn’t expected of you.” Your doubts started to creep up on you again but this time, they came in waves and it was harder to escape the dark thoughts.

“What if things don’t work out? What if we end up falling apart again? Miguel, I’m terrified of getting my hopes up, I can’t bear another heartbreak.” Your voice quivered from the built up emotion you were feeling. Miguel caressed your cheeks before he spoke again with determination.

“We won’t let that happen. The whole reason we fell apart was because of my secrets. Now you know I’m Spider-Man, we can build something stronger, querida. I promise, from this point on, no more secrets between us. You have my word.” You caught your breath as you listened to him speak. You wondered if this time would be different, if the wounds of your past could truly heal and the love you had will find a way to rebuild your relationship. The night continued on with his words still weighing in the air between the two of you. You took this moment to reflect on everything that just happened and wondered what the future will hold. You imagined yourself years later, after remarrying— Miguel coming home to you from his heroic duties, and you, patching him up and then preparing him dinner. The thought sends warmth throughout your body. You didn’t want this night to end after dinner, you wanted to be with Miguel for as long as you could. You hesitated for a moment, watching Miguel finish off his food before you spoke your mind.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” You asked.

“No I don’t. Why?” He replied, putting down the cutlery and grabbing his jacket from behind the chair.

“Do you….wanna come back to mine? I don’t want to be alone tonight.” You didn’t know why you were getting nervous all of a sudden. Miguel’s lips curled into a knowing smirk at the request.

“Heh, I thought you’d never ask. Let me get the check and we’ll get out of here…” His tone hinted at the anticipation of something more than just a quiet night alone.

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Words? Tseng x Reader

I have a hard time with detail? Yes. Adding feeling into nsfw? Also yes. (there’s no nsfw here...or is there) There is nsfw i wasn’t fooling anyone. (also, I did what I could. Now I’m just going to remove this from my graveyard at last.) tseng x female!reader

granted i can't say this is an improvement from other works, it's cool or whatever

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Tseng was putting forth a noble effort. You told Tseng you needed help with descriptive writing and that’s exactly what he intended on doing. Not often have you reached out for help with your writings, often keeping to yourself about it instead of indulging him with the contents flowing out of your mind. Tseng made it clear to all of his fellow Turks that he should not be bothered today unless it was an absolute emergency.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Tseng is only a few inches away from you, staring you down with a look of curiosity. The thought on how little Tseng was capable of vocalizing his own emotions crossed his mind from your initial request. He was half tempted to ask why you were coming to him for such a thing. Upon revealing your writing was for more explicit means shut those thoughts down. Tseng is the perfect and only person able to give you a hand with anything sexual. The question still remained. 

How could he help you describe sex? 

One thing he knew for sure, he can make you feel good.

Tseng’s eyes follow yours, taking notice of how your eyes linger on his lips. A small smirk forming in place of his usual indifferent expression. “How do they look?” His voice ringing out like velvet, there wasn’t any way to miss the hint of seduction added into his voice. Light enough that he could play it off as innocent, but tempting enough to immediately excite you. 

Humming in delight at his tone, almost throwing out the reason you were here. Just the way he looks at you caused a fire to burn in your stomach. That heat traveling up your sides, the sensation making you want to arch your back. It was a wonder 

“Kissable.” It was Tseng’s turn to be easily seduced by such simple things, his smirk turning a bit more playful at your cutesy tone of voice. 

“Cute. Try again.”

“Can I feel them? That may help.” What better way to get help writing smut than having sex. Not the particular reason you had Tseng help you with this. The two of you were poor at being vocal, so actions might be best. Though, the point was to help you get your thoughts out, right? 

Tseng loves the banter between you two. Flirtatious any time you got and it made him feel good, his heart swelling simply because you never stop showing interest in him. Not displaying his emotions Tseng shakes his head but moves closer to you, your bodies nearly pressed together. 

“If you think that will work, shoot for it.”

Closing the small distance between you and Tseng, something stirring inside of you made you feel abnormally shy. Like he was giving you butterflies for the first time, it didn’t stop you from grabbing his face to pull him into a searing kiss. 

Tseng’s expression turns into one of expectancy as he waits for you to speak once the kiss ends, instead speaking for you as the silence continues. “So. How does it feel?”

You truly looked at a loss for words. Taking a step back from your lover as you mentally grasp at any possible description that could pair with the feel of Tseng’s lips. “Soft? Um..gentle? I’m not sure what you want me to say. I told you I’m not good at this.”

Tseng noted the signs of frustration coming from you already. The way you gnawed at your inner cheek, eyebrows furrowing, sighing softly as you tried to dig deeper into your mental dictionary. “Let’s try a different approach then, how does it make you feel?”

Another silent pause goes by before an exasperated chuckle emitted from you. “Good?” 

It was Tseng’s turn to sigh, raising an eyebrow as the small smile he had been wearing faltered. He said he was going to help you, all you need is a little push. “Try being romantic.” 

Usually, silence around Tseng was one of the most comfortable things in the world. Now you felt closed in, anxious even as he awaited your response. Parting your lips before speaking, shaking your head when you started feeling self conscious at your choice of words. “This feels stupid.”

“Let it.” A bit odd to hear someone that can’t communicate much themself say such a thing, especially with as much confidence as Tseng had. 

“It’s hard-”

Tseng knows better than to let you get too deep into your head. The last thing he wanted was for you to get discouraged, at times it was easier than others. “I know. Relax and take your time.”

“I think we’re both too emotionally inept for this sort of thing.”

Patience is key in guiding you through this goal, though he had to admit, you had a damn good point. Neither one of you were mentally prepared to articulate feelings into words. “You don’t say.” Looking into your eyes, Tseng’s gaze drifted down to your lips. His intentions were obvious as he closed the distance between you, gloved hands resting on your hips. “Kiss me again.” 

This kiss was far more passionate than the last, starting off slow, lips moving together in almost perfect sync until Tseng cupped your chin in his hand. Deepening the kiss as your lips parted, tongue slowly sneaking into your mouth. 

At this rate you wouldn’t get anywhere, that thought did nothing to stop you from wrapping your arms around him, allowing Tseng to take the lead as his tongue swirled around yours. In this moment it felt euphoric, exciting, and every bone in your body begged for you to surrender the pleasurable feelings accommodating. Combined with his little intrusion, the sweet taste of Tseng’s lip balm encourages you to match his fervor. 

Upon parting for breath, Tseng’s mouth latched onto your neck. He made no hesitation turning his focus on the most sensitive sections, trailing kisses along your neck in a manner that was so desperate. Fuck, it had been a while since you two slept together. Very evident in the way Tseng pushed you onto the couch, he wasn’t met with much resistance. Your hold never easing on him so he’d follow you down with ease. 

The whimper you let out as he broke away from you nearly snapped his resolve, pulling from you to hastily remove his clothes. Easily you got the hint, getting rid of your own clothes without question, tossing them aside to be forgotten. Tseng swatted your hands away when you began removing your underwear. “Leave them on, please.” He sounded so sweet, his voice thick with need. Positioning himself above you, one hand on your thigh the other guiding his cock along your clothed pussy, dragging his tip along your folds. Applying pressure to the base of his cock with the palm of his hand, rutting against you with shaky breaths. 

He craved more, though not in a rush to bring this to an end. Trailing the tips of his fingers along your thigh until Tseng was met with the hem of your panties. His fingers hooking under the thin garment over your pulsing cunt. Tseng knew what he was doing, knuckles brushing against you enough to test how wet you were, but nowhere near enough to provide you any relief. Pulling the material out of the way enough to press himself against your core. 

Now wasn’t a time you had patience to deal with his teasing. Wanting to skip foreplay and get straight to the main event, but the way he was slowly dragging his cock up and down your heat so enticingly kept you from. Only stopping to press himself into your entrance.

Slowly. 

Each action was deliberately coordinated to fuel the flame Tseng lit within you. He couldn’t give you everything at once, you haven’t even done anything to deserve such a reward.

“Tell me love, how does it feel?” Tseng’s voice came out a mix of mocking and endearing, if the smile was anything to go by, he was certainly mocking you. 

You couldn’t believe he stopped to ask this. If you weren’t capable of forming words before, you definitely weren’t going to now. “It feels like I want more.” 

Your impatience pulls a chuckle from Tseng as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, enough to make you seek a full kiss only to be denied as he pulls his head away. “You know that’s not what I'm looking for, but I don't think you’re in any position to do any critical thinking.” Giving you the relief you desperately craved, Tseng pushed inside of you, a soft groan of pleasure emitting from him as you took all of him in.

Tseng was still moving at a leisurely pace, thrusts shallow and lazy while he rubbed your clit in time with his strokes. It would have to do. Your body demanded pleasure, not wanting to stoop down to begging, adjusting to Tseng’s tempo in order to push yourself to cum without his notice. 

But Tseng did notice, showcasing his distaste with a click of his tongue as your clit twitched uncontrollably under his thumb. Wrapping his arms around your waist, positioning you to straddle his lap. The sudden action caught you by surprise, gentle but firmly keeping you caged against him, his muscles tensing when your walls tighten around him. 

Tseng was only capable burying his face into your chest, fucking into you from below. God he was a hell of a power bottom. Regardless of the awkward motion it took to tear moans of you in this position, Tseng’s stamina didn’t seem to wane. He didn’t dare slow down, the way you were cuming around his cock, pulsing and gripping his hair like he was trying to run away, all of it was coaxing Tseng’s orgasm out. Tseng was unrelenting as he chased his climax, releasing deep inside of you with a satisfied gasp.

Clinging to Tseng, riding out the high he provided in his arms. You could feel him peppering kisses along your chest where you had him pinned in place, his voice muffled as he spoke. “I expect a full report on how this went.”

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chronic pain buck not telling anybody (tommy!)

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while, because I already had this WIP and initially wanted it to become a multi-chapter-thing. But, you know, life (and ideas)... so here's, finally, my humble offering of chronic pain Buck.

A Little Bit Off

Buck wakes up two hours before the alarm clock goes off, and he immediately knows what kind of day it's going to be. 

The world is still dim, a black veil of silence covering the loft. Buck squints at the ceiling until his eyes have adjusted to the darkness. There was a dream, what was it? It’s already slipping away from him, becoming transparent like a faded piece of fabric. It was at night, in a forest, I was running away from something, constantly looking back. Tripping over a root, I fell, I fell so hard – it was just a dream, but when I hit the ground my leg exploded. It wasn't the dream that had woken him, just a nightmare like many. It was the pain. In the past, Buck would have never believed that you can feel pain in a dream, so fresh and strong as if it wasn't just a memory, but had just happened. 

Now it's just a dull, throbbing pain, nothing like the tons of weight that crushed his leg back then. He has lost the actual memory of the fire truck on his leg, even though he knows exactly what happened, even though he was conscious. But those few minutes are missing from his memory, which is probably why he keeps hurting his leg in different, creative ways in his dreams. The pain, however, is real, both in his dreams and now. Not as bad as back then, no, but constant. This throbbing deep in his bones, it will stay with him all day. 

Buck has consulted three different doctors, he has googled his fingers to the bone, but there is no simple solution. This pain is chronic, and it doesn't really matter whether it's a nerve malfunction or a change in the weather. It comes and goes, flares up like a bush fire: quickly, without warning. And it’s just as difficult to extinguish. Buck debates with himself whether he should get up and take a pill, but painkillers often don't help, and he still has a shift. If he's going to gamble on his luck, he'd better do it later. 

All three physicians he visited are not LAFD contract doctors, for one simple reason: nobody must know about his problem. The days when he has no pain, when he can forget that he ever had it, it's easy to convince himself that it's not really a problem. It comes and goes, maybe at some point it will go forever. That’s a deceptive hope, and he knows it. But there’s a fear in Buck, deep down in his guts, that a permanent condition will destroy his career. 

He sighs into the darkness only to quickly turn his head. Did he wake Tommy? No. The sight next to him fills his heart, much more than the pain fills his thoughts, at least for a moment. A few tousled curls poke out of the blanket; they'll be gone in at dawn. Tommy is lying on the very edge of the bed – it's not necessarily too small, but for two such tall men, it kind of is. He has wrapped himself completely in the duvet. It would be nice if that was the real reason Buck woke up so early, wouldn't it? The guy keeps pulling the covers off him at night. He sighs again, quieter this time. 

Swinging his long legs out of bed, the treacherous mattress squeaks, and now Tommy is stirring, after all. 

"Evan?" 

He turns, squinting, but he can't keep his eyes open yet.

"S’it time yet?"

Tommy's sleepy voice causes a warmth to spread inside Buck, flowing through his whole body, lifting the corners of his mouth to a soft smile. 

"No, babe. Go back to sleep."

Was there something in his voice? Tommy blinks again, obviously not quite convinced. He pushes a strand of hair out of his face, opening his eyes. 

"Something wrong?" he asks.

How well he already knows him. Half a year of bliss, and this man notices nuances in Buck’s voice even when he’s not quite conscious. 

"I'm just going for a pee," he claims.

In the bathroom, Buck leans on the sink and looks at his reflection in the mirror. It’s strange that he looks so normal. A little disheveled, a little tired, but certainly not like a man whose leg feels like it's slowly being hollowed out from the inside. Thump, thump, thump, maybe there are little miners inside him, digging for gold. Buck grins at his reflection, but a smile that doesn't reach his eyes is just creepy. 

Thoughtfully, he runs his forefinger over the edge of the medicine cabinet. Should he take one now? Should he take it later? He feels like a drug addict, and that's an amazingly cold thought. Almost analytical. Because even if he only needs the pills sometimes, what if it gets worse? What if he needs them so regularly that he becomes really dependent on them? 

There is a whole spiral of thoughts that have just been waiting for Buck to let them surface. What if the pain gets so bad that he starts to limp? What if he deliberately doesn't put any weight on that leg and people start questioning his movement? What if he can no longer think straight because of the pain, ending up making a mistake?

Knuckles white, he clutches the sink again, gritting his teeth until his cheeks ache. Tommy, he thinks. If it has to start somewhere with nobody noticing, then it has to start with Tommy. The thought feels right and wrong at the same time. Buck lets the toilet flush, then runs cold water over his wrists. 

He returns with the vague hope that Tommy has simply fallen asleep again. Instead, the man sits upright in bed and says, "I've been thinking."

"It's like... 4:30 in the morning," Buck replies with a glance on the clock. "And you've got the whole blanket again." 

Snuggling up next to him, he tugs at the comforter until Tommy finally gives up a piece of it. 

"Yes, but I'm awake now," says Tommy. 

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"Never mind," Tommy returns good-naturedly, "your shift starts much earlier than mine, I'm sure I can sleep a little longer."

Well, I won’t, thinks Buck, but he’s careful to not let his thoughts show. He buries his face in Tommys side, breathing in his scent. It's something he would much rather become addicted to, that peculiarly stimulating smell of sleep and masculinity. 

"And what were you thinking about?" he mumbles. 

"That we should move in together."

Now Buck is also wide awake, even more so than before, and for a brief moment, the pain is actually irrelevant. He sits up, looking inquisitively into Tommy's face. It's still dark in the apartment, the sunrise can only be glimpsed behind the blinds. So whatever he sees now, it may be easy to misinterpret. 

In fact, Tommy's sharp features are soft in these pale surroundings. He almost appears… insecure. Buck doesn’t even know why he’s suddenly kind of shaken, after all he’s moved in with some of his partners before, and earlier, even. They've just never talked about it, maybe because it wasn't necessary, maybe because Tommy still thinks they should be taking it slow. Every time Tommy's supposed confidence crumbles when they're together, in such small, very tender moments, Buck feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. 

"Your place or mine?" he asks, and the smile he causes on Tommy’s lips is worth it. 

"Actually," Tommy returns, stroking Buck's hair, lost in thought,  "I thought we'd look for something new. Together."

"It's a big deal," Buck opines.

"Right, it's probably too soon."

There’s not even a hint of disappointment in Tommy's voice, he’s far too composed for that. Buck recognizes himself so much in this answer that it hurts, in a completely different way to his leg. It's easier to withdraw than to live with the disappointment of having your wishes ignored over and over again. Tommy knows this as well as himself, but it only seems to have made him stronger, while it made Buck sadder. At least until he met Tommy. And he doesn't want him to feel like that. 

"It's not," he says, leaning forward to brush Tommy's lips with his. "I'd like that."

"Really?"

"Really."

The sun rises, less outside the blinds but in Tommy's face. His kiss is unexpected and impetuous, regardless of the fact that they should both brush their teeth first. A second later, Tommy's lips graze Buck's earlobe, breathing a "This is going to be great" that sets his skin on fire. Tommy seems to sense this, he starts nibbling on the sensitive spot on Buck's neck.

"I thought you wanted to go back to sleep," Buck mumbles, but his hands are already kneading Tommy's muscular back.

"Hmm," returns Tommy, shifting to manhandle Buck on his back. "If you’re not sleeping, I’m not sleeping."

Tommy’s beautiful face above him, his hands all over his body, Buck knows that this will successfully ease his pain. For a few minutes, at least, he will no longer be able to distinguish between pain and passion. He will forget that he hurts, and it will be easy not to show.

Maybe, one day, he’ll be ready to tell Tommy about it. 

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My PrettyDolls Redesign

Took awhile, but I finally got these designs done. Similar to my Uglydolls redesign, I didn't change too much from their original designs. All I did was added some accessories, and change up their clothes. Most of the pretty girls have golden earrings, and different size skirts besides Lydia.

Kitty is the leader of the Spy Girls. She makes sure that the other spies, and Mandy look top tier as they are the lead examples of perfections in the Institute. Because of this, Kitty is very strict on how the girls should dress, look, and act as she doesn't want to disappoint Lou. For my redesign, I gave her long white stockings, shortened her skirt a bit, and a cat hairpin. Kitty wants to look professional and up to Lou's standards. She doesn't wear to any thing that's too distracting, and keeps things simple. The cat hairpin is something she added to give her outfit some flare, and to show her love for cats.

Tuesday is a big fan of Lou and wants his attention 24/7. Kitty makes sure to keep her in lane, but Tuesday can't help it. Besides her obsessions of Lou, Tuesday's job is to keep track what's trending and whatever gossips that goes around in Perfection. It's how the Spy Girls stay ahead of the game, and have a bunch of dirt on everyone. For her redesign, I gave a big red bow, and a cowlick. The red bow helps her gain attentions, and the cowlick is to show that she can be a bit of an airhead despite her perfections.

Lydia is the defense of the group. She makes sure the dolls keep their distances from Lou, and defends the Spy Girls name. Lydia is not some doll you should mess with, and willing to stuffed anyone that gets in her way. The reason why I gave her long, flowing pants, because I kept imagining her with them, and felt like they suit her better than a skirt. I also gave her a bunny pin since she does have a bit of the soft side, and she mentioned that she loves bunnies.

Mandy's redesign is very similar to how she's looks in the movie. The only differences is that she's allow to wear her glasses around Lou, and the Spy Girls since in my rewrite. Wearing glasses doesn't make you ugly. That doesn't mean she's completely perfect as she hides something messier underneath. Besides that, Mandy pretty much act that same like she did in the movie, and have a decent, but neutral relationship with the Spy Girls. Though, she is pretty close to Kitty as Kitty tends to trust her with certain tasks, and helps keep the group organize.

For Meghan and Michael, they are background characters that appear once in a while, but I wanted to redesign them as well. Meghan skirt isn't as twirly like some of the other pretty girls' skirts. She takes her role as a lawyer serious, and doesn't mess around. For Micheal, I shorten up his jacket vest and have his shirt stick out a bit. He likes to keep his himself clean, and really dislikes the idea of going into the washer (Though, that is pretty much how all of the institute feels.) Both Meghan and Michael try to live up to Lou's standards, but aren't on the same level like Mandy and the Spy Girls.

Now for the doll himself, Lou!! The only changes I made for his design is that I added a "L" initial on his jacket. Other than that, Lou is leader of the Institute of Perfection, and mentor to all pretty dolls. He seeks out the best of the best, and is very harsh and judgmental when doing so. He only wants what's best for the pretty dolls as he knows that they can do better. Though, he doesn't have much hope for Imperfects dolls as he sees them as mistakes and wouldn't hesitate to recycle them if they refuse to do labor work. All the pretty dolls look up to him, and see him as this flawless doll can do no wrong. Despite wanting to forget, he constantly thinks about that one friendship he had with a certain ugly doll as that was the only time he felt something more genuine than admiration.

Note: I notice that I made Mandy, Kitty, Tuesday, Meghan, and Micheal's skirt and pants a lot lighter than I intended to be, so that's going to get fix in the future.

[jccatstudios]

I have been following your soc comic adaptation and it just so good!!! I love how you draw them!

I have just one question: Why did you not include Inej's opening musings about Kaz on the first page? (Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason etc) I actually really like how there is not text on the first two pages, it's really atmospheric and moody so this really is not a criticism, I don't want to insult you. I guess I was just wondering what the thought process behind that was?

Oh, I've been wanting to talk about this for a while! Buckle up, this is gonna be one of my long comic rants. (Also, no offense taken at all! Anyone's welcome to question my artistic choices and I'm always happy to take critique, even though that isn't your intention.)

So, the thing is I actually planned on including that first paragraph into the comic! Here's when I first shared the thumbnails on here. Just for the sake of this post, I'll insert them here too.

The boxes are meant to be where excerpts of that introduction would go. When I was creating the thumbnails, I was thinking about how iconic these lines were and how well they introduce the world and characters. I even finished the pages with the intention to include those lines. This is from my original csp file.

When I lettered it all out, I felt like something wasn't right...? Hard to explain. I wanted silence for the opening and the narration took that away. I then thought about the reader who'd go into this without reading the novel first, wondering if they'd be thinking, Who's this Kaz Brekker guy? Is it this character on the page? It's clearer in the book, but I didn't think it paired well with what I drew. I didn't want any confusion. It's also Inej's chapter, and while Kaz's parts take up most of it, I still wanted it to feel like her POV and her story. We can hold off officially meeting Kaz until page four.

But the main reason I took it out comes down to my philosophy when it comes to comic adaptations. I believe that an adaptation should use the original story in the best way for the secondary medium. A comic adaptation should play to the strength of comics, not the original source material.

Time and time again, I see a lot of comic adaptations of books try to use a book's strength instead of a comic's. When that happens, you get pages upon pages of narration boxes and exposition that could've easily been told in a single panel's image. If you want to read excerpts from the original novel, go do that! They're beautiful and well-crafted and you should be reading the original anyway! If you're making a comic adaptation, make a comic, not an illustrated version of the novel (that's a whole field of its own).

This whole thing really ties well into what I'm doing for Chapter 3. Kaz is such an internal character, his chapters have a lot more exposition that isn't setting description or character actions. I've had to do a lot more of my own writing for this chapter than the last just to turn that exposition into his own voice as an internal monologue. Sometimes, it's just a change from "he" to "I," but there are other times I've had to write new dialogue and find ways to naturally flow between thoughts. If I didn't do the work to adapt the expository text and instead just put in narration boxes of text from the book, there would be a greater disconnect between the reader and Kaz. Third-person limited works great in books and doesn't separate the readers from the story, but in comics, first-person internal dialogue keeps the readers inside the scene better.

If I were to redo Chapter 2, I think I would try to find a way to incorporate the information from the chapter intro better. I think by losing the intro I initially planned to include, I didn't establish certain ideas very well. Ketterdam and Kerch are established later on pages 4 and 5, but I don't think I ever go back and mention The Barrel. Also, the idea that Kaz is deliberate, even if his reputation says otherwise, is important too. I've made sure to fix this kind of issue in Chapter 3 and keep record of what kind of information I'm losing as I adapt it.

[belphiesreverie]

may i request platonic yandere ace & deuce headcanons ? (because they've been on my mind rent-free 24/7)

Yes ofc!!! I love those two idiots sm 💕

I did them separately but if you’d like some with how they are together then just lmk!

(Omg I feel so rusty w my writing so sorry if this doesn’t flow well 😭)

TW: yandere behaviour, gaslighting, delusional thinking

Platonic yandere Ace is like the sibling that teases you all the time, but anybody else caught trying to make fun of you is dead (although literally this time)

He’s got absolutely no tolerance for anyone even lightly poking fun at you and has no qualms with starting an argument with them right then and there

Even your friends aren’t spared from him, anything that could be considered even slightly mean is met with ridicule from Ace, and he knows how to hit them right where it hurts

It’s a very isolating experience; none of your friends want anything to do with you because they feel like they’re walking on eggshells trying to avoid setting Ace off

And on the other hand, Ace sticks to you like glue but is of no comfort at all. His little jabs used to be teasing and playful, like any other sibling banter would be, but over time his digs seemingly got more and more personal

He used to joke about how you’re stuck with him because you suck at making friends, but now he insists that the reason you’ve only got him is because you’re so unlikable that everyone else can’t stand you

And the more he repeats those mean ‘jokes’ to you, the more you start to believe what he says and stop going out of your way to try and meet new people. You’ve got Ace, what other friends could you need?

And when you stop trying to do things that Ace makes fun of you for like making new friends or going on dates, Ace stops making fun of you for it

It’s a win for both of you; you get the cheery Ace who only lightly pokes fun at you every now and again back, and Ace gets to stay your only friend

Deuce on the other hand is like an overprotective brother and helicopter parent rolled into one

He vets any friends you have, making sure they’re genuine and aren’t just trying to use you and he has to know all of your friends and when you want to hang out with them and what you’re up to

At first you felt grateful, his scrutiny had saved you from a couple of bad eggs who didn’t have the best of intentions, which is why you let him carry on and waved off any concerns

But when his questions to your friends start getting a bit too invasive and he starts intimidating people who he personally doesn’t want you to hang out with, it’s already too late

Your initial enabling of his behaviours led him to believe that you needed him to do this, that if your friends couldn’t handle a little scrutiny or warnings then they weren’t dedicated enough to be your friends, that they didn’t care about you as much as he did

And everything you say to him goes in one ear and out the other, he knows you better than anyone else, maybe even better than you know yourself, so of course he should know what’s best for you and those ‘friends’ certainly weren’t it

You let him get away with too much because he was your best friend and you trusted his judgment, but the trust had gone straight to his head and blinded him

And now you don’t have anyone else you can turn to because of your ‘guard dog’s’ reputation, nobody wants to get to close for fear of getting bit

It’s alright though, right? You have Deuce and he’s all you could ever need in a friend. Just let him keep looking out for you, it’s what he does best

[mountingpulisic]

FAR FROM DONE PART THREE

warning : smut

it is strange how things have come full circle. 

a total of ten days have passed since the fight you and mason had about his flirtatious behavior. 

ten days and yet still no apology was delivered to you. 

now, mason had to observe you from across the table passively flirting with the waiter that was taking your order. 

the two of you were at dinner with tammy and leah, a double date you had agreed to beforehand when mason’s former teammate informed him he'd be in town a couple of weeks ago. 

fiddling with your necklace as you glanced over the menu, the waiter took it upon himself to hover slightly over you to help you pick out your entree, claiming to know the menu better than anyone. 

mason’s eyes never left the two of you as the young lad took it a step further and placed his hand on top of yours when you agreed to his suggestion and lowly whispered to you that you weren’t going to regret it. 

his beaming smile burning down on you as you shot him a soft gaze, thanking him for helping you decide on what to eat. 

when turning his attention to take the rest of the table’s order, there was a noticeable shift in his tone and posture. 

his gummy smile had disappeared as he hurriedly wrote down the orders, not taking the time to describe every entree in detail like he had with you. 

mason had even asked him what was good, and he simply just shrugged and mumbled the burger. 

“your food will be right out.” 

he spoke mostly to you, sending you a playful wink as he collected the menus, his hand lingering a little too long for mason’s taste when receiving it from you. 

“i was honestly surprised with the intensity of the storm last night. y/n, how did you hold up? i remember how much you hate thunderstorms.” tammy asked you, wanting to bring conversation to the table to hope to take away the awkward silence that consumed the air. 

“um, it was a rough night to get through that is for sure.”

mind rewinding back to the previous night, mason remembered how it didn’t come as a shock when he tried to open the bathroom door and it was locked. 

being the little genius that you are, you had locked it knowing mason was going to be hot on your tail after you denied him an orgasm. 

if mason was being honest, he expected you to do that however when you gathered your favorite pillow underneath your arm and struted your way to the spare bedroom, he was thrown through a loop. 

in the entirety of the ten days, you two still slept in the same bed together, despite not speaking. so when he watched your figure disappear into the bedroom, his heart did break a little. 

mason knew he should apologize for his flirtatious behavior, he knew that once you had brought it up that he should’ve soothe your concerns and apologized for making you feel like that way. 

but he hadn’t. 

instead he got annoyed at the fact you would’ve even insinuated that he would take his simple flirty charisma as far as to cheat on you. 

mason felt like he deserved the apology, not you. 

“im sure my best lad protected you through the night though, didn’t ya mate?” tammy joked, reaching his arm behind mason as he gave his shoulder a strong grip when flashing you a suggestive smile. 

“yeah, totally” you replied dryly, downing the rest of your wine and signaling the waiter for a refill that he was more than happy to service to. 

you weren’t sure if you were even still upset about the initial reasoning behind the fight, you felt as if your true anger stemmed from how mason repeatedly called you a brat for expressing your concerns. 

it felt as if he was dismissing your feelings and came to the conclusion of you just being dramatic. 

conversation flowed between the two couple as you guys waited for the food to arrive, mostly tammy and mason talking to each other as you and leah discussed her new life as a mom. 

when the food did arrive, mason noticed that there was an additional server assisting elliot, your original server. elliot was only carrying what mason assumed was your order as he placed it down in front of you, touching your shoulder seductively as he urged you to be careful since the plate was extremely hot. 

mason’s grip on his scotch only tightened at the nerve of this guy, he was sure elliot wasn’t even of age yet but he still had the confidence to openly flirt with another man’s girlfriend. 

silence engulfed the table as everyone enjoyed their meals, but it didn’t fall short from mason how you were shoving your pasta around your plate. 

you didn’t like the choice elliot had picked out for you. 

softly kicking your leg underneath the table, mason offered you a timid smile as he tilted his head down towards his dish, mentally asking you if you wanted half of his. 

you returned the small smile and pushed your plate towards him as he gave you half of his burger, making sure to give you a majority of the fries since it was your favorite food. 

times like this one occurring now made you want to drop the silent treatment and fall back into your normal routine you had with mason. 

“thank you.”  you spoke softly, tugging your hair behind your ear before you bit into the burger. 

dinner after your meals arrived flew by quickly, elliot was attentive to your every need, apologizing for your distaste for the meal and promising to make it up to you. 

that’s how you found yourself reading over the napkin elliot had slipped to you as he handed mason and tammy the checks for your meals.

when you get bored of that arrogant footballer, give me a call x elliot 

the note was followed by what you assumed to be elliot’s phone number. you didn’t realize it but a small smile appeared on your face as you finished reading the note. 

you had to give the kid credit for making such a bold move with your boyfriend not even being five feet apart from you. 

a small laugh escaping your lips caused for mason to lift his head up from where he was drawing out the cash from his wallet, wanting to know what had brought out the laughter that he had missed. 

seeing your full attention on the napkin in your hand made mason’s curiosity peak. 

“what’s that?” he asked. 

you simply shook your head but the small smirk remained permanent as you folded the napkin and tucked it underneath your plate. 

not liking the answer you gave, mason reached over and yanked the napkin from the plate, softly pushing away your grabbing hands as you tried to diffuse the anger that was about to erupt within him. 

reading the note then rereading it due to the disbelief that sat within him, mason crumbled the napkin as he threw it on the table. 

leaving more than enough cash for your meals on the table, mason bid a goodbye to the opposing couple as he moved across the table to grab your hand and escort you out of the restaurant.

passing elliot on the way out, mason mustered up his best expression of pure distaste that he threw the way of the waiter. 

the ride home was quiet, the melody coming from the radio was the only sound playing as mason made the journey back to your shared home. 

he pondered the whole ride if this is what you felt whenever a girl was a little too friendly with him, was this the feeling you were trying to describe him? 

he felt angry. 

he felt jealous. 

he felt insecure. 

arriving in the driveway, you exited the vehicle before mason had the chance to turn off the engine. 

following close behind you as you navigated your way through the home and into the kitchen, mason wasn’t a foot behind. 

you had swayed your way over to the fridge to grab yourself a bottle of water before you started to get ready for bed. 

opening and closing the fridge, you brought the bottle to your lips as you were suddenly thirsty. 

mason had snuck behind you and made himself cozy in your presence, leaning his head down so he was parallel to your ear, bringing his arms down to your waist as he pulled you close to his chest. 

“love, i wanna apologize.” he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on your temple before he continued on. 

“i shouldn’t have invalidated your feelings that night, i should’ve listen instead of attacked you. i am sorry, back and the restaurant watching that waiter flirt with you, made me feel a way i have never felt before. yes, i am aware that men tend to flirt with you, i am not blind i see that but something about you even entertaining it, the smirk you had on your face made something grow inside of me. i want to be the only person who makes you smile like that, the only person who draws out that beautiful laugh. i am sorry baby, i will be more cautious on how i speak to other woman, i promise. please just talk to me.”

mason’s apology was everything close to genuine, you heard the sincerity in his voice and he whispered the words you were dying to hear in your ear. 

turning around his grip, your hands found home on the back of his neck and you pulled his lips close to yours. 

“i forgive you.” you whispered back, lips ghosting over his. 

mason began to lean in but you moved your head to the side as his lips collided with your cheek. 

“don’t you wanna apology for something else?” you asked, suggestive eyebrow raised and you waited for him to apologize for repeatedly calling you a brat. 

“no?” mason responded confused. 

“you don’t want to apologize for calling me a brat, mount?” 

“no. you were a brat.” 

“mason seriou-”

he cut you off by meshing his lips to yours as he fights for entrance, pinching your ass causing you to let out a moan. 

taking that as his advantage, mason introduced his tongue to yours and you both fought for dominance in the kiss. 

moving you to where your back was pressed against the refrigerator, mason broke the kiss. 

“you were a brat, darling and now i am going to show you how exactly brats are treated.”

it was as a switch flipped inside mason as his once soft brown eyes turned black filled with lust, grabbing ahold of your ass, mason lifted you up as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. 

mason placed you on the counter as his hands hungrily roamed over your body, lips now attacking your neck and making way down towards your collarbone as he left open mouthed kisses against your burning skin. 

your fingers slipped through his hair as you encouraged his movements that were making its way down to where you needed him the most.  

hands tugging at your dress, mason forcefully bunches up the clothing article to where your hips lie on the counter as he continues his journey down your body. 

groaning aloud at the fact that you opted out of wearing panties at dinner for the evening, mason’s eyes engrossed in your dripping core. 

his cockiness only soaring at the thought of how he has barely properly touched you and he already had you as a whimpering mess just by his kisses alone.

“i see you’ve missed me just as much darling.” he gloats before peppering kisses alongside your pelvic bone, sucking occasionally to leave marks of territory. 

only receiving a whimper back, mason took this as a sign to do less talking. 

kneeling down on his knees, mason tugged your mid thighs as he pulled you close to where his mouth met your pussy. 

his nose nestled against your clit as he eskimo kissed it as he started to kitten lick your folds, purposely going slow to draw a reaction out of you. 

“mase.” you whined, drawing your thighs close together, his low laughter vibrated through your core. 

“patience, darling”

that's when his tongue connects to your dripping core, lathering your juices as he sucks your aching pussy, moaning at how sweet you tasted against his taste buds. 

your back arches due to the intense amount of pleasure that rippled through your core, unashamedly moaning aloud on how good it felt. mason’s pace quickened as he wrapped his forearms around your thighs as he pulled you even closer, laying his tongue flat when you began to gyrate your hips against his tongue. 

you were seeing stars as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach as your orgasm approached quickly. 

mason took notice of this as he plugs one finger into your dripping core to help speed up the arrival, moving his finger back and forth at a rapid pace. 

“mase, i’m close.” you whimper, fingers tugging his brown locks. 

that’s when you feel mason detach his mouth from your pussy, getting up off his knees as he uses the back of his hand to wipe off the excess juices that lingered. 

mason smiled devilishly down at your body, it only growed when you realized what he had just done. 

“payback’s a bitch, darling. think twice before you wanna be a brat again.” 

with that he left you in the exact position you left him the previous night, high and dry as the orgasm was ripped away from you. 

bringing yourself up and balancing on your forearms, you look in the distance with disbelief painted on your face. 

“who's the brat now, mount!” 

A/N : finally i posted it! hope you enjoy and it was worth the wait!

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