#should flow way better than it did initially

[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?

[heartz4levi]

HIHI HI . i adore ur fics a lot and ur writing style is just chef's kiss ^‿^ can u write till kissing hcs? can b suggestive if u want lol 🙌🌷

i love you so much, i fall to pieces !

☆ thinking abt till + kissing hcs . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . slightly suggestive themes ,, these are just fkn kissing headcannons idk what to tell you ,, reader is till's first kiss ,, inexperienced till ,, till learns how to kiss via reader's help (that they did NOT offer).

till is the type of guy who scowls each time he witnesses a couple kissing.

and yet, when he shared his first kiss with you, he wasn't disgusted. quite the contrary, he was eager. eager but nervous, because he has no idea what it is that he should do.

does he just.. go with the flow? do what feels best? or should he let you lead the dance?

truth be told, till has no experience when it comes to kissing, relationships and so on. he's always been one to turn a blind eye, but now you're in his life and some drastic measures need to be taken on his part.

the first couple of times you pull him in for a kiss or two, he stiffens up and can only reciprocate awkwardly. but the cutest flustered blush always ends up coating his features, which makes up for his lack of skill.

over time, he learns how to improve from you. not because he asked you for advice, but because he focused on the movement of your lips on his each time you initiated yet another kiss. he wanted to get on your level, so what better way to learn than watch?

or.. not watch, feel.

regardless, it's enough for till to get the hang of things. the change is gradual — slowly but surely he learns how much to lean his head, where to put his hands, when it's time to slip his tongue inside your mouth and so on.

the realization dawns out of the blue on you one random day. you weren't even thinking about anything remotely close to that subject, it just occured to you.

the fact that he went out of his way to learn and mimic your movements is quite endearing though. he ended up finding his own.. sense of style when it comes to kissing, in the end.

till's go—to kisses are the ones where he turns to you suddenly, grabs you by the collar and presses a quick peck to your lips before turning away and acting like nothing happened. originally, you were the one who pulled that stunt on him. numerous times.

in other situations, where your kisses turn to heated make—out sessions, till is generally a lot more intense.

his hands tend to find a firm claim on your hips or the sides of your face, keeping you in place. he isn't being gentle, he's letting all of his raw passion poor out into the stream of kisses. till bites down on your lip to let his tongue wander inside, he doesn't ask for permission.

however, till does get a bit dizzy whenever you don't let things escalate, whenever you force him to sink into the addictive slow, deep kisses. he can't handle them, they turn his mind to mush.

he will be pawing, almost clawing at you and yet he can't help but move his own lips against yours. maybe it's muscle memory, maybe it's his body giving away the fact that he actually likes those type of kisses.

well, so long as it's you who he's sharing them with, till likes any and all kinds of kisses. there's no one else he would rather smooch every day.

[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.

[rafehoneymoon]

the deal was- rafe bought her the digital camera and in return he got photos.

so that’s what she did, having a little too much fun doing it. 

getting ready to meet some friends at the country club. vanity table scattered in different shades of pink lipsticks, fluffy makeup brushes and single compact glitters. 

articulating the perfect base, finding the ultimate lip combo. today she wanted to look like heaven. 

clothed in a babydoll tie-strap, sundress; probably too mini considering the flowing material with every movement or the layers, airy with gushes of breeze. 

early sunlight glazing through the casement window, reflecting everything in honeyed tones. 

she snapped a few pictures of her completed look, hair warm in the beaming of sun and an even warmer smile decorated her face. 

some she closed her eyes in, and some she even blew a kiss. 

more than happy with the results, she graced her boyfriend with them. no ‘hi’ or cute little message. just straight to the point. 

this should make the boat trip with his dad, way better. 

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with a click of a manicured nail, the pictures were sent. 

walking over to her closet, the aroma of perfumed candy and vanilla guiding the cool ac air. grabbing a vintage dior clutch- courtesy of rafe. 

an echoing ping sound, coming from her phone.

rafe| fuck. 

rafe| u look so pretty 

rafe| and sweet 

rafe| killing me over here baby

exactly the reaction she wanted. an angel in disguise to kill. 

you| sorry i can stop 

rafe| u better not 

rafe| u leaving the house in that?

you| yeppp going 2 the country club!

rafe| no

rafe| i’m not there to fight every last one of those old ass men    

rafe| and i’ve already seen it so u can   change pretty    

releasing a breathy laugh, she shook her head, putting her phone in her bag.

his girlfriend had style, she wore victorias secret and lipgloss to bed, prada’s in the cut and attended council meetings with the word ‘juicy’ written on her ass. 

she wasn’t going to stop now that she was dating rafe.

day drinks with a side of lunch, eventually turned into hardcore night drinking. the smooth taste of tequila still heavily drinking her tongue. 

arriving home a little tipsy and the memory of ignoring rafe this morning, drifting back to her. she let out a girlish giggle.

one of her drunk symptoms.

after finally remembering the passcode to her phone, she unlocked it. greeted with many snappy, one-worded, text messages from her boyfriend. 

if this was any other day she probably would have blocked him for at least 30 minutes or maybe even argued back. 

but today she had a drink too many, meaning she wanted to play. 

opening her lingerie drawer and carefully, precisely choosing a sultry weapon of choice. 

which landed on her most recent purchase, one that rafe hadn’t seen yet. 

in a stimulating red, looking like a sacrifice. it was intricate with lace embroidery, a tantalizing hint of danger. the middle was customized with an initial pendant reading “R”, that enough could send him into a spiral. the bottoms ruffled out teasingly, which grew into more embellished lace. 

she didn’t feel like an angel anymore, didn’t want to. 

it was her apology to him. but also the start to a new game. 

once she had lathered her body in glitter lotion, smelling bittersweet in contrast to her usual sweet. she took a storage full, camera roll worthy of pictures. 

different poses, different angles in every one. 

the only thing similar in all of them, was the playful glint swallowing her pupils. 

browsing breezily, she had finally chosen her favorite few of the bunch. looking at the ‘send’ button, almost daring her- or warning her. 

however, her overconsumption of martinis didn’t question it, and she excitedly hit the staring button. a giddy feeling rushing through her. 

not even 2 minutes later. 

rafe| are you fucking serious 

        | godamn tell me ur joking

        | answer the phone now

her vision was blurring, eyes playing tricks. bringing the phone closer to her face and squinting, it was doing no help. 

then an incoming call buzzed, reading her boyfriends name. of course, she didn’t question it and pressed accept- ready to have a bonding conversation with her loving, boyfriend. 

“hiii” she happily sung through the speaker.

“hi- hi? what the fuck- i don’t even. you know what you were doing.” the stress running laps through his voice, fingers rubbing at his eyes. 

“you send me those when i’m here with my dad- what do i even do huh… uh i don’t even-“  rafe nearly going crazy. 

“baby what’s wrong?” she cooed. 

“what’s wrong? are you serious- you know what your doing, god you do. why do you do this to me huh?” her boyfriend stuttering up a question, voice even sounding fragile.

“i wanted to apologize for ignoring you- all day it was mean.” the girls tone, wavering.

“are you drunk right now?” he demanded. 

“no i just had some drinks.” she answered. 

“so- you are drunk? what did i say about- baby you can’t just-“ rafes voice softening halfway through, it was best not to get angry while she was in this state- it’d be going through one ear and out the other. 

“did i look good?” his girlfriend finally questioned. 

did she look good? how could she even question that, those photos alone were enough to send a man into cardiac arrest. 

rafe still to this day couldn’t figure his girlfriend out, the way she acted. did she know what she was doing or was she just clueless. 

“fuck you can’t even ask that- you looked so perfect like every damn dream i’ve ever  had an- the things i want to do-“ rafe stumbled out, he had no control over his words at this point. and definitely not his mind. in fact it should be declared missing.

“i love the camera you got me, i’ve been using it allll day” she let out through a laugh. 

“i love it too- i love it so much, i want to see every last one of those photos ok?” rafe exclaimed. 

“yes i’ll show you them all, even the naughty ones.” she whispered, as if she was in public. 

“even naughtier than what you just sent?” he questioned, hands running through his hair, stressfully.

“yes sooo many, did you know i can lift my leg all the way-“ the girls voice laced, with a disguised playfulness.

“godamn- you’ve got to stop, stop teasing me. ok? you’re a bad girl- god” her boyfriends breath, coming on heavier. 

what was she doing that was stressing him out this much?

“i want you to go to bed ok? get changed in your comfy pjs and drink water baby, you’ve had way too much to drink.” he ordered, with a more than serious tone. 

“okayyyy, i am a little bit tired” she huffed out, feeling a yawn incoming. 

“yes go to sleep ok? and i want you to text me before you go bed so i know you’re alright. you got that?” rafes voice getting softer, with each word he spoke. 

“goodnight” the girl managing to let out through a sudden feeling of sleepiness. 

“goodnight. i love you baby.” he could practically hear how exhausted she was, letting out a unfinished ‘i lov-‘ 

he on the other hand could not be any less tired. those photos were going to continue to keep him up, for the rest of his life. 

she had to have known what she was doing. right? 

[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!

[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.” 

[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.

[tinytinyblogs]

This Is Not Love

When love isn't as sweet as they expected

Hyung line, Maknae line

Stray Kids Masterlist 1.0 & 2.0

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Han

At first, Han was completely oblivious to your yandere tendencies. He was so wrapped up in his own world—his music, his thoughts, his endless energy—that he didn’t notice the little red flags. He just kept going with the flow of the relationship, showering you with love and affection, agreeing to your requests here and there without thinking too much about it. To him, it was just another part of being in love, and he was happy to give you his attention. But one day, something happened that made him pause. He received a text from you, asking why he was at a specific location—a place he hadn’t even told you he was going. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was a coincidence. But then it happened again. And again. Slowly, it dawned on him: you were tracking his every move. Han’s easygoing demeanor shifted to one of paranoia. He started questioning everything. How did you know where he was? Was this normal? Was this even right? His mind raced with doubts, but he wasn’t sure what to do. He loved you—that much was clear—but this behavior made him feel uneasy, like he was losing control over his own life.

He found himself debating internally, torn between his feelings for you and the growing sense that something wasn’t right. He might dedicated his time to closely observing your every action, aiming to better understand you. Should he just break up with you? The thought made his chest ache—he didn’t want to lose you. But at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the way your actions were affecting him. Or should he try to convince you to get help? Maybe this was something you could work through together. Han’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to believe that your love for him was genuine, but he also knew that love shouldn’t come at the cost of his freedom or peace of mind. He cared about you deeply, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t healthy—for either of you. In the end, Han knew he had to make a decision. He couldn’t keep ignoring the problem, hoping it would go away on its own. Whether it meant having a difficult conversation with you or walking away entirely, he knew he had to do something. But one thing was certain: he couldn’t keep living like this, caught between love and fear, unsure of where he stood.

Felix

Felix, being the sweet and caring person he is, was initially confused by your possessive behavior. He didn’t fully understand why you acted the way you did—why you seemed so worried, so clingy, so intent on keeping him all to yourself. But instead of thinking about leaving you, Felix decided to take it upon himself to understand you better. He observed your actions, took mental notes, and slowly began to piece together what was driving your behavior. Rather than pushing you away, Felix chose to meet your possessiveness with love and care. He didn’t scold you or make you feel bad for your actions. Instead, he gently confronted you, his voice soft and reassuring. “I know you’re worried,” he said, his eyes filled with understanding. “But you don’t have to be. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, and I’ll always be here for you.” Felix made it his mission to 'fix' things—not by changing who you were, but by helping you see that there was nothing to fear. He introduced you to the people around him, showing you that they weren’t a threat to your relationship. He wanted you to understand that his love for you wasn’t something that could be taken away by anyone else.

With his signature sweetness, Felix attacked your worries head-on. He showered you with affection, reminding you daily how much he cared. “You’re the only one for me,” he’d say, his smile warm and genuine. “No one else could ever take your place.” Felix’s approach was patient and kind. He didn’t force you to change overnight; instead, he gave you the space to grow while consistently reassuring you of his love and commitment. He knew that your possessiveness came from a place of insecurity, and he was determined to help you feel safe and secure in your relationship. In the end, Felix’s unwavering love and care began to chip away at your fears. His sweet nature and gentle reassurances helped you see that there was no need to hold on so tightly. With Felix by your side, you started to believe that love didn’t have to be about control—it could be about trust, understanding, and mutual support. And through it all, Felix never stopped being the sweet, loving person he always was, proving that sometimes, the best way to heal is through kindness and patience.

Seungmin

From the very beginning, Seungmin could tell something was off. He’s sharp, observant, and not one to miss the subtle signs of possessiveness or control. While others might brush it off or give it time, Seungmin wasn’t having it. He didn’t like the way you seemed to invade his space, question his every move, or try to dictate his interactions with others. To him, it felt less like love and more like a lack of respect for his independence and privacy. “Stop being dramatic,” he’d say bluntly, his tone unimpressed and his expression stern. Seungmin wasn’t one to sugarcoat his feelings, and he made it clear that he wasn’t okay with your behavior. “This isn’t how a relationship should work. You can’t just control everything I do.” He didn’t hesitate to defend himself, setting firm boundaries and calling you out whenever you crossed the line. For Seungmin, a relationship was supposed to be built on trust and mutual respect, not possessiveness or manipulation. If you couldn’t understand that, he wasn’t going to stick around to explain it over and over. Seungmin’s patience had its limits.

If you refused to acknowledge your behavior or show any willingness to change, he wouldn’t think twice about walking away. The way he makes it so obvious that he's planning to leave might only make things worse for you, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold the relationship together. “If you don’t want to fix this, then I’m out,” he’d say, his voice calm but final. “I’m not going to waste my time on something that’s just going to make me miserable.” For Seungmin, it wasn’t about being harsh—it was about self-respect. He knew what he wanted in a relationship, and if you couldn’t meet him halfway, he wasn’t going to compromise his own happiness. He’d give you a chance to change, but if you refused, he’d walk away without hesitation, leaving you to figure things out on your own. After he walk away from your life, things might feel strange for him without you around. if you're willing to change and genuinely try to win him back, he might still consider it. However, if you continue with same behavior or resort to stalking him , the two of you only end up as enemies instead.

Jeongin

Jeongin initially laughed it off, thinking it wasn’t a big deal. He let the relationship continue as it was, trying his best to understand your behavior and brush off the little things that felt off. Whenever things got too intense, he’d lighten the mood with distractions—suggesting you grab food together or go on a little date to shift the focus. But as your possessiveness grew, Jeongin couldn’t ignore it anymore. Jeongin doing his best to shift the dynamics of the situation. He wants to take control and ease your possessiveness, using his innocent demeanor to soften the tension. You might fear that he'll drift away or leave you, and he understands that love can feel that way sometimes. So, he often makes it clear that he loves you too-he says it out loud, shows you how much he cares, and reassures you that there's no need to worry. What once seemed harmless now felt overwhelming, and he knew he had to address it. Finally, he sat down beside you, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness. “This isn’t right,” he said, his voice steady but gentle.

“You’re making me feel unsafe, and I can’t keep pretending it’s okay.” Jeongin’s words were honest and heartfelt, a clear attempt to set boundaries while still showing care. He wanted you to understand how your actions were affecting him, hoping it would be a wake-up call for both of you to work toward a healthier relationship. A small argument might arise as he expresses his frustration cause by your possessiveness. However, after taking some time to calm down, he realize you might need support to change. Deep down, he believes you're not a bad person, so he takes the initiative-he holds your hand and ensures you seek the help you truly need. "Do you love me?" he asks, locking eyes with you. "if you do, then you'll do this for mem for us." He plays along, but this time, he's steering the situation with a clear goal in mind-a stronger, healthier relationship, the one he's always dreamed of having with you.

[djpepitaqueenforpresident]

𐦍༘⋆ Mnemonics - B.Barnes

‘The air could not be filled with Winters vocals, but his ears worked better than fine, and instead of hearing someone he could not remember the name of beg in his skull, he listened to you.’

Summary: In which Bucky walks the path of regaining his memories, and he has to figure out wether you are real or just an apparition of hope his own mind conjured up to help him push through the hard ways of Winter.

Warnings: Ptsd, blood, violence, guns, swearing, murder, sad Bucky

A/N: English is not my first language!:)

Teehee

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Rusted [verb]; to become or cause something to become covered with rust.

Metal was metal, and a bullet was a bullet.

Would it matter who it came from?

You had imagined it different.

Actually, you had never imagined it at all.

Maybe with a grey haired lover by your side, petting the equally grey feline that was lounging in between your legs. Basking in the sun without sunscreen because what could skin cancer do that old age didn’t already?

You’d visit your friends over Christmas and recall the story of your love like you did every year.

But, Christmas is dead and your friends are ghosts.

A childhood thrown in the gutter.

Metal is metal, and a bullet is a bullet.

Still, you suppose you’d prefer his arm to do the job. At least then it’d be somewhat poetic.

With the hot end pressed straight against your temple, and your trainer busy with his own attackers, panic set in.

And panic wasn’t good.

Because, if there is place for anxiety, there isn’t any for control.

And that was exactly what a situation like this required.

You didn’t know wether the click came from the pistol or from his mind, but either how, two seconds later, he collapsed. Like a ragdoll he went down, folding into his own body, his gun clattered out of his hand, sliding down until it collided with the heel of your boot.

The tingling of the energy surged out of your body the same moment his head met the pavement. Dead.

With trembling knees, you stepped back, your eyes locked onto the dark fluids flowing from every entry point. You couldn’t feel him anymore.

You wished it wasn’t so quiet.

“Oh my God,” you were sobbing, choking out strangled words. “Oh my God he’s dead. I killed him.”

Your hands were shaking, almost reaching out for something, anything, to hold on to.

The only thing in your reach was him, but you weren’t allowed to touch him like that.

It was a grotesque scene all around you, something belonging in a renaissance war painting.

The metallic scent entering your senses even as you breathed through your nose.

Why was every macabre thing made of metal?

Your hiccups continued, and Winter grew rather wary of your cries.

“Stop.”

The one Russian word he uttered seemed to make its affect, for you quieted down until only your hesitant breaths were heard, like a switch, a lever that can be pulled only by him.

The drops still flowing from the man his ears and nose made for a deformed pattern on the concrete.

It wasn’t supposed to do that.

One man, that was the initial target.

Now, there were about a dozen devoid of life.

His silver arm caught the blinking lights from above, but it didn’t shine like it usually did. No, it was too red to reflect the light.

They’d clean it tonight and it would glimmer again tomorrow. Their ends would make the papers, but his arm would be wiped and their blood erased, and life would go on.

Well, not theirs.

He only gave a grunt, before giving one nudge with his head. You knew what it meant, and followed without further response.

Metal is metal, and a bullet is an arm.

It was something you still thought about, that night.

You knew you should be grateful. Staring down the eye of a gun while equally torturous moans swirled your ears usually meant you were next.

Eat or be eaten, right?

Even when your teeth are rotting and your stomach convulsing, eat.

Until your throat overflows and pukes everything up again, coating your tongue in thick, warm blood while your fingers dig into flesh and muscle and bone, never stopping.

It was one night. One ‘accident’.

But it had already left you feeling like you stood in the garden of Eden, waiting for judgement because you just couldn’t keep off of the snake.

You didn’t even want to think how he felt.

With his pretty eyes and downturned lips, he was the epitome of trapped sunlight.

A firefly stuck in a jar, shining his light for the wrong people, always stuck in the dark, while a graveyard grew under his shelf.

The wooden log pierced into your legs, and every now and then you swiped the bottom of your thighs, paranoid for getting splinters.

Every time your hand came up empty, because HYDRA didn’t do things halfway.

The black fabric wasn’t exactly bulletproof, but it did it’s job for keeping out any unwanted disturbances. Now, the only thing the mosquitoes could do were buzz around your head with a suicidal persistent.

You did your best to ignore the pathetic looking piece of meat that was pierced on the end of your stick, swallowing down your growing nauseousness.

You were pretty sure the ends were already charred, the small rabbit sitting directly into the fire, instead of hanging above. You’ve never been camping before.

The orange flames made dancing shadows across his face, his blue irises almost invisible, his pupil taking up most of the space as he gazed into the warmth.

You wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but you’ve never gotten a solid response before.

Pulling the stick out the fire, you turned it over in your hand, inspecting the dead animal. You’ve never been a vegetarian, but having seen its tiny legs struggling under his hold and hearing that one, quick snap, you consider turning into a herbivore after all this is over.

You couldn’t tell if its brown eyes were begging for your help or trying to mark your face as a last reminder of Death, as if it was your cold hand around its neck.

It had gotten a merciful end, though, you suppose. Its meat still held a purpose after its departure from this life. A purpose you weren’t sure you would have gotten.

They had made clear multiple times what would happen with runners. The things they would do to those who were foolish enough to consider disobedience.

You would not even get the privilege of maggots. You’d be pulled apart, crushed into parts for someone else to take. You would serve under a different name, making what was yours into theirs while you couldn’t even do as much as rot. You’d be dead like a haunting ghost was dead.

The rabbit was still jumping inside, from one organ to the next, but it would never again be remembered.

Wether your eyes were watering from the flames or the brutality of the situation, you didn’t know. You didn’t know anything anymore. And still, here you were, under the stars and in between the trees, sitting across an erased soul while Death held one of your hands, and one of his. You’d feared it would all crumble if He were to let go of one of you.

Winter couldn’t even talk. Couldn’t think for himself and didn’t move unless you’d tell him to. All you wanted for him was to be free, but the only thing you’ve done was simply transfer the strings from one hand to your own.

You’d tell yourself it was still better than before. No more lifeless cells, no more Russian kill orders and no more bracing for impact from bloodied fists.

The only thing you shared with his former handlers was the poking inside his mind. Not that you were very successful, yet. But you hadn’t exactly been at this for very long, and were only improvising. Something that you’d knew could only set him back further.

“This is disgusting,” you muttered, throwing the burned remnants of your meal into the dark. He only glanced up for a moment, before staring into the fire again. His skewered hare was already gone.

He was always so far away. You only needed to stretch out your right arm to touch him. But, you know you’d never reach him. There was a fire in the way.

“You think they will find us?”

Occasionally a flap of wings sounded overhead, the quiet movement of a bat reaching your ears.

It was the only sound you heard.

“Or, maybe they’ll only find our cold, lifeless vessels. Having perished in this God forsaken forest in fucking nowhere land.”

You were sniffling now, feeling the drops trace against your cheeks, rolling down your chin and following the curve of your throat. No one was here to see it, anyways. Winter was too busy trying not to be Winter to pay any attention to you.

“What’d you think is better? Getting eating by a bear or die of hypothermia? Everything’s better than them, I suppose.”

Your vision was tainted red and orange, a bright hue glowing in your tears that you were too lazy to wipe away. Keeping the fire alive, you throw a single stick into it every few seconds. You were pretty sure you were doing the opposite of tending to it, but silence has never felt this heavy, and overfeeding the only source of warmth you two had seemed like a good option. Destroying it like other hands had destroyed you.

“At least we’re not in the Appalachian mountains,” you were mumbling now, a distraction. Wether it was for him or for yourself, you weren’t sure. “I don’t think I could handle any Skinwalkers right now.“

You stared at him, pondering wether shutting up or hitting him was better. His lashes were long legs under his eyes, a spider creeping up his bags. His brown hair shined black in the night, only its true color being illuminated by the flames. It hung in strands at the sides of his face. Dirty and long and neglected. He needed a shave, desperately. His scruff clung to his jaws, a ghost of the mask he was once forced to wear, like it never left him. An imprint that will always remind everyone that he was just a dog.

Suddenly, running away with one of the most dangerous and most unstable soldier on your leash, didn’t sound like such a good idea, anymore.

Still, you stayed.

You threw the last wood into the fire, shuffled down from your seating place and slowly laid down. Knees drawn up to your chest and hands tucked under your chin. He didn’t regard you for a second. He didn’t make any indication of moving himself. He only stared ahead, quiet as ever.

You’d dream of him. Of both of you. A place different than this, a life well deserved. Were you would have never met him, and he would have never met them.

But, in the morning, when the sun once again urged you to move, reminding you of the troubles you’d left behind, you wake up and your Winter was still here.

[film-in-my-soul]

Bad Moon Rising - Chapter 1

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Pairing: Jayce/Viktor

Rating: E

Chapter 1 Word Count: 3,996

Summary: At first, Viktor doesn't notice that Jayce Talis is, for lack of a better word, strange. Stranger than a man determined to mix magic and science should be. And why would he?

Knowing how a man loops his initials on every page of his personal notes and what angle his shoulders make when he appears to have given up does not mean that Viktor should know him. A similar mind and equal drive towards the unknown do not mean they are the same.

Written for the wonderful @softest-punk

Excerpt Below The Cut:

At first, Viktor doesn't notice that Jayce Talis is, for lack of a better word, strange. Stranger than a man determined to mix magic and science should be. And why would he?

Knowing how a man loops his initials on every page of his notes and what angle his shoulders form when he appears to have given up does not mean that Viktor knows him. Similar minds and a shared drive towards something greater, tauntingly beyond reach, do not mean they are the same.

But like all things must, Viktor’s understanding of Jayce Talis changes. He is more than just the naive Piltie on the ledge. More than the headstrong, egotistical scientist, evenly matched to Viktor's own intellect. Proximity and time spent elbow to elbow over blueprints, endless nights sharing the same pot of coffee and piece of chalk, learning the ends of sentences as if he'd been the one to start them, all culminates in a previously unexplored intimacy that is just as likely to set Viktor’s teeth on edge as soothe him.

There are excuses for his initial lack of attention, of course: Jayce is an unknown variable (until he is not), Viktor has been living in a perpetual state of semi-sleep deprivation (despite Jayce forcing him into afternoon cat naps that leave him disgustingly rested), that he simply doesn't watch Jayce any more closely than is appropriate and thus, cannot be held accountable for not seeing something he is not looking for (a lie. A terrible, filthy lie.)

So, yes, at first, Viktor did not notice. He could even be forgiven, he thinks, for the oversight. But later, once the spine to the book of Viktor & Jayce has been bent and creased, loosened with each new page added, Viktor does.

What is more interesting than the existence of the strangeness is that it is notably cyclical, ebbing and flowing in its intensity, and only in certain aspects of Jayce's day-to-day life as Viktor becomes acquainted with them.

The first oddity that sparks at the edge of Viktor's awareness is Jayce's mood.

They are both prone to dramatics, escalating petty arguments over exponents or mathematical applications that go beyond reason. But, Jayce, as Viktor comes to expect, is not easily provoked into genuine anger. He huffs and he puffs and pouts over his side of their work table, but rarely does Viktor feel a true sense of animosity when he forces Jayce into an intellectual sparring match. Yet there are times—too regular to be coincidence once Viktor begins unconsciously anticipating them—when something more lies in the tension of Jayce's body. It's an ugly twist to his frown that makes Viktor's stomach squirm. It's clawing fingers through short, dark hair. Times when Jayce is not content to sit in the thickening atmosphere, even if Viktor cracks a joke or offers a stale truce, choosing instead to storm off to the forge or for a run until hours pass and he returns, his metaphorical tail between his legs.

Viktor comes to dread those instances and the way they make the back of his throat burn with swallowed vitriol or shame for not having prevented any outburst in the first place.

The second, previously undocumented eccentricity, after Jayce's swinging temperament becomes a solid footnote in Viktor’s awareness, is the other man's appetite. Far be it for Viktor to comment on how his lab partner chooses to fuel himself; he'd be a hypocrite to do so, when his own choices are… admittedly not as nutritious as they could be. But it is not the uptick in mid-day snacks or growth in portion sizes that draws Viktor's morbid interest. No. It is that Jayce becomes ravenous, hunkered down over his plate, sometimes forgetting the flatware tucked into a napkin, also ignored.

The display of eagerly grabbing at still-hot food with greasy fingers and sucking the filth from them seemingly without care, is not easily brushed aside or written off.

Viktor attributes the quantity of food and voraciousness in which it’s eaten to Jayce's increasing work in the forge—their need for custom prototype parts facilitating more and more trips—but that theory quickly falls apart as they see-saw between long bursts of the purely theoretical and application. Jayce's hunger refuses to relent regardless of how many calories he’s forced to burn. Viktor would assume a parasite has made its home in Jayce's stomach if not for the way the egregious portion sizes diminish seemingly as quickly as they appear.

And though Viktor begins to pay more attention after Jayce's appetite fluctuates with intriguing consistency, it is the last of Jayce's changes that forces Viktor to take that final step out of passive observation and into genuine documentation.

How is he meant to ignore the truth of a stupidly tall, stupidly handsome man draping themselves over his body at every opportunity for apparently no reason, after all?

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

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.”

[deadinderry]

General Roleplay Etiquette & Tips

whether you’re new to roleplaying or have been doing it for a while, it’s always good and dandy to brush up on some general rules to avoid problems!

1) Communication!

Communication is key when it comes to roleplaying. It can be very easy to overstep boundaries! To prevent this, you should always consult with your partner before sending starters. It’s wise to discuss genres, plots, triggers, and general knowledge for your characters.

2) Tagging and Spam!

Before tagging another blog in your post, you should stop and ask yourself 1. is this relevant to them? And 2. did you ask them for their permission? Tagging people in posts that don’t involve them can be repetitive and overstep a boundary, leading to possible problems down the road.

3) Rules and Carrds!

You should be reading their rules and guidelines! Don’t skim, just take a minute and read them thoroughly! Reading rules and triggers will avoid any possible future slip ups. And read the full carrd! A better understanding of their character will lead to meaningful world building and plots.

4) Canon Blogs and OC Blogs!

Do not always assume a canon blog is going to know your oc! If somebody roleplays as a canon character, then it is best not to assume that they will want to be part of your own muse’s lore! Ask them before involving their blog!

5) Plagiarism and AI!

Roleplaying is all about creativity and originality. What’s the fun if you use AI or copy other people? From the way people design their characters, carrds, or overall blog, it’s not cool to steal somebody’s flow without even crediting. Be cool and original! It is more fun this way.

6) Minors in 18+ Spaces!

I get it, it can suck feeling left out, but it’s there for a reason. Adults can feel uncomfortable too! And making other people uncomfortable isn’t a good feeling, whether you’re an adult or a minor. So if the blog says 18+ only or MDNI, do not interact!

It is for the protection of both parties as minors shouldn’t be seeing 18+ content, and the adult could get into serious problems or feel unsafe if a minor was snooping around their adult content.

Also, don’t lie about your age. 9/10 we can absolutely tell that you’re just some kid trying to write your muse in lewd adult situations.

7) Building Up to the Moment!

In the same way that we as roleplayers have to communicate, so do our muses! You can’t just out of the blue claim two muses are dating (especially if the other person wasn’t aware of this. Communication!) you gotta ease into it! I promise roleplaying the initial meetings and dates and everything leading up to the big question is just as fun, if not more, than the actual status of your muses dating.

This goes for other genres as well! Lead up is very important! And it will make the overall world building much easier.

8) Trigger Warnings!

Does your character or post include some triggering topics? Whether it’s eating disorders, racism, sexism, any type of disorder, puking, smoking, cursing, neglect, abusive behavior, trauma, bullying, or anything, it is thoughtful to add a disclaimer! Think of it like AO3 tags, warning the audience of what’s coming.

You don’t have to follow all these tips, but remember the general etiquette. Making others uncomfortable isn’t going to make your roleplays magically better or any more fun. Boundaries are important in every space <3

Feel free to comment any more tips I might have missed!

[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.

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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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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.

Part 3 🔞🔞

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