#so if someone needs to be hunted down or killed or both you send a hound on them

[sukunahs]

who's a heretic now? | ryomen sukuna

summary: there's a witch hunt on and you've been found guilty of dabbling with the occult, it’s sukuna’s job to punish you for your sins.

word count: 3.5k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, non-con, public humiliation, boot licking, cum eating, he gets you off on his shoe idk what to tag that, blow jobs, piv, dacryphilia, bondage, pet play (kinda), dead dove, this is filth im ngl

authors note: @ccazimi ever since I read sanguine nostra I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the foot humping scene and needed to write something with that kink omg

If anyone hasn't read Currit in Sanguine Nostra I highly recommend it, it’s one of my absolute favourite sukuna fics!

You should’ve been more careful. 

Too many people had been coming to your door lately, too many people spreading the word of your ‘miracle cures’ that could resolve even the gravest of ailments. 

You shouldn’t have been surprised when the righteous mob showed up at your door, with their torches and their pitchforks, cursing you as an abomination of god. A witch. An evil that desperately needed to be purged from this world. 

The men broke your windows, forcing their way into your little cottage, gripping you firmly as they smashed up your poultices and herbs. Their hands were harsh on your skin, dragging you out onto the grass and forcing you to watch as they set your home ablaze, cackling at the fear on your face. 

But you were nothing if not a fighter, and even through the fear you kicked and you hissed and you made things difficult. 

Because your only aim in that moment was for them to kill you right here, to get them so angry that they would decide you weren’t worth dragging back to their master. 

The last thing you wanted was to be delivered to their master. 

He was a despicable man, the one who was responsible for all these recent witch hunts. He was renowned for his cruelty, killing wasn’t enough for him - he liked to play, enjoyed torturing each victim for his own amusement. 

You’d only seen him once, but the memory of his deep crimson eyes when he’d looked at you was seared permanently in your brain. It had felt like he’d seen right through you that day, grinning at you with a manic expression as blood dripped from his lips, the ‘witch’ that he had burnt and eaten still laying at his feet. 

Every night you’d see that image when you closed your eyes, as though his face was burnt into your retinas. 

You knew that one day he would come for you too. 

His men were strong, unbothered by your struggles. They bound your hands behind your back with rope, tying your ankles together too. Someone stuck a ball of fabric on your mouth, grunting at you to ‘stop making so much fucking noise’. 

Dragging you by your hair, they brought you kicking and sobbing to the centre of your little village, up to the wooden platform where many other women had met grizzly fates. Their master wasn’t present, and for a moment you had a flicker of hope that this would be quick, that they’d burn you at the stake and you could float off into the afterlife. 

But luck had never been on your side, because as you were tossed onto the platform he came into view: Ryomen Sukuna, leader of this holy crusade against ‘evil’. The crowd parted for him, both his own men and the village folk shying away from him, desperate not to draw too much of his attention. He was a hulking monster of a man, unbelievably muscular with his body covered in sharp black tattoos. 

You looked up at him through your tear-blurred eyes, fear seizing your heart as his red eyes met yours, a playful glint in them that told you that he was going to have plenty of fun with you before he let you meet your end. 

He stepped onto the wooden platform, crouching down before you and gripping a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up forcefully so that he could get a better look at you, the wicked smirk on his face sending your heart racing. 

“Aren't you a pretty one?” He purred, his free hand moving to your chin, turning your head left and right, inspecting you carefully. You wanted to spit at him, to scream at him, held back by the gag in your mouth and your own fear that giving him a reaction would worsen your punishment. 

“Mmmm, very pretty.” He continued as his gaze raked down the rest of your body. “Haven’t had a pretty little thing like you in a while. It would be a real waste to burn you up right away.” Your body froze up at the implication in his tone, and he must’ve noticed because he let out a low chuckle. “Don’t look so scared, there are worse punishments - be thankful.”

A moment later he was releasing your hair and face, dropping you back to the floor for a mere second of respite before his big hands were tearing at your cotton dress, ripping it clean in half. You let out a shriek through your gag, desperately trying to scramble away, your bound hands dragging against the floor beneath you. 

He grabbed you easily, crouching behind you as he propped you up on your knees, presenting you to the crowd. You felt humiliation settle deep within your gut, wishing that your hands weren’t bound so you could at least cover your breasts from the eyes of the onlookers. 

Sukuna’s men were cheering, hungry eyes roaming over your naked form. Many of the village folk were doing their best to avert their gaze. So many of them had known you well, had come to you when they needed help. 

You felt Sukuna move behind you, bringing his lips close to your ear. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.” He ordered quietly. “Because if you don’t, I’ll have no choice but to share you with my men.” Your body was quivering, in complete disbelief that you’d even ended up in this situation. 

Satisfied that you were at least somewhat compliant, Sukuna reached around and pulled the makeshift gag from your mouth. “There we go, I want to hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make for me.” He hummed, before moving his hands to your breasts, pulling you back into his chest as he fondled them roughly, his fingers moving to pinch harshly at your nipples. 

You let out a whimper, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment, not wanting to see the faces in the crowd while Sukuna touched you like this. Your heart was racing as he toyed with your breasts, humiliated by the way that your nipples peaked under your touch, by the wetness that you could feel growing between your legs at each tug, as though your body was actually enjoying this. 

“Please stop.” You whispered hoarsely, praying that he had at least a shred of humanity to appeal to. 

“Stop?” He asked, with faux concern, fingers still brushing over your nipples. 

“I don’t want this.” Tears were gathering at your lash line, would crying make him more or less likely to take mercy on you? 

“That’s okay.” He cooed. “We can do something else.” And in an instant he was shoving you face-down onto the floor, standing over you as you peered up at him. He didn’t allow you a moment to beg, before he was stepping in between your legs and pressing the tip of his leather boot against your exposed pussy. 

You let out a yelp of surprise, completely helpless as he grinded his boot against your flesh. It was a humiliating sensation, but you could feel yourself growing wetter, the friction of the leather against your clit sending shockwaves through your body with each slow rotation of his foot. 

Against your own will, you felt pressure building in your gut. Tears were seeping freely from your eyes now as Sukuna’s laugh echoed around the square. It felt good, disgustingly good, you couldn’t let yourself come undone here in front of these people. 

“Feel good, little witch?” He asked condescendingly.

“No–” You gasped out desperately.

He tutted at you. “It's a sin to lie, you know.” He started to move his foot a little faster. “You know, I feel like I’m doing all the work. How about you fuck yourself on my boot.” You looked back at him in horror at the suggestion, but the cruel look that he shot back at you reminded you of his threat to pass you around his men if you disobeyed. 

So as his foot stilled, you found yourself moving your hips slowly, grinding your core against the top of his boot, moans slipping from your lips each time you grazed your clit against the leather. “Thaaaatt’s it.” he encouraged. “Cum on my boot, little witch.” 

You squeezed for eyes shut as you moved yourself quicker, feeling that pressure in your gut build and overflow as you came, fluids spilling over the leather. You could hear whoops and cheers from the crowd, Sukuna’s men throwing out lewd suggestions on what their master should do to you next. 

He grinned down at you for a moment before examining his boot, gazing at the clear liquid that now covered it. “Little sluts should clean up their messes, don’t you think?” 

Stepping around you, he stood in front of your head, the tip of his boot by your face. His red eyes were staring down at you expectantly, waiting for you to act. You wanted to recoil, to tell him that he’d already humiliated you enough, but you were well aware that this was tame for him. 

Humiliation coursing through you, you lifted your head and brought your face to his boot, keeping your eyes firmly on the ground as your tongue darted out and began to lap up your juices from the leather. The taste had you pulling back on instinct, but the second you reared back he was placing his other foot atop your head, gleefully forcing you back down. 

“Goood girl.” He cooed. “Make sure you lap it all up like a good little whore.” 

You did as he said, your nose pressing against the leather as you began to lick his boot, trying not to retch as you did so. You were so focussed on your task that you barely registered Sukuna pulling an item from his belt, only noticing when the tresses of a flogger slapped hard against your back. 

Pain seared through your skin, and you jolted at the impact, once again trying to pull back, only for him to shove you back down with his foot once more. “I didn’t say you could stop.” He hissed as he brought the flogger down on your back once more, hitting you with it over and over until you were sure that your back was bleeding and fully mangled with marks. 

Tears were streaming freely down your cheeks, but the whole time you continued to lick his shoe, doing as he asked like some obedient little pet. 

It felt like hours had passed when he finally pulled away from you, dropping the flogger and moving his foot away from your face. He crouched down and gripped your chin harshly, smirking as you forced you to look at him. You probably looked like a mess, with your tear-stained cheeks and slick spread around your mouth. 

“So obedient.” He praised. “Maybe your occult practices were just a misunderstanding! Perhaps you just needed a strong hand to put you in your place, lead you to salvation.” A small glimmer of hope rose in your chest, maybe if you were good enough he’d let you live, let you go free. 

If you could just please him, this would all be over. 

He released your face for a moment as he fumbled with his belt, pulling off his clothes and standing bare before you. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the crowd, and you could see why - his cock was bigger than any that you’d seen before, impossibly thick and long. You felt a sense of doom in your chest at the sight of it. He’d rip you apart. 

“Show me.” He said. “Worship me and prove that you want to repent for your sins.” Taking a step forward, he pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, pre-cum smearing unpleasantly across your face. 

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth obediently, letting him slip his cock into you. It was hard to open your jaw wide enough to fit it inside you, already choking with only half of him down your throat. His hands found his way firmly into your hair as you tried to pull back for air, keeping you in place for a moment before forcing you further down his cock. 

More tears were falling now, it felt like you were suffocating as his tip grazed harshly against the back of your throat. The roars from the crowd were deafening, and you hated that anyone was seeing you like this, drool dripping from your mouth as you struggled to appease this monster. You closed your eyes and hoped that it would be over soon.

Gripping your hair tightly, he started to fuck into your mouth, moving his hips with harsh snaps. Your hands were desperately trying to push against the rope that had them restrained behind your back, struggling to keep balanced in this vulnerable position, with Sukuna jolting you so violently. 

“Look at me.” He growled. Your eyes fluttered open and you tilted your head up to look at him. He gave you a cruel smile as he kept his eyes on yours, evidently enjoying the sight of you with his cock stuffed down your throat. “You’re such a little slut, huh? Say it.” 

At first you did nothing, unsure how you were meant to follow his command with your mouth full. But the harsh contact of his palm slapping you across the cheek brought you swiftly back to reality, where whatever Sukuna wanted, Sukuna got. “Say it. Slut.” He said between thrusts, grunting a little from the pleasure you were granting him. 

You tried speaking, your words coming out all garbled as you tried to get them out around his cock, saliva dripping down your chin and onto your breasts. Sukuna laughed and slapped you across the face for a second time. “I can’t hear you, say it louder whore.” 

“-‘m a slut!” You cried out, your words slurred but comprehensible. 

“You are.” Sukuna praised, jerking your head more violently now as he approached his release, fucking your mouth with no regard for your discomfort. “Fuck, keep it open, just like that-” A few more thrusts and he was spilling his cum into your mouth. The salty taste of it made you want to retch but he kept your head firmly in place. “Swallow it.” 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to swallow his load, fighting desperately with your body to keep it down as he pulled out from you. The last thing you wanted was to throw up on the stage, for such an act of disobedience there was no way that he would spare you. Sukuna watched you for a moment, perhaps anticipating an act of defiance, shooting you a satisfied look at the realisation that you were waiting compliantly for his next move. 

He turned towards the crowd, beckoning over one of his men, ordering him to bring a chair. You watched with anxious anticipation as Sukuna’s henchman ran into a house and came back with a wooden chair under his arm, handing it to Sukuna, who placed it down in the middle of the stage, taking a seat upon it. 

You stared at him, unwilling to move until he gave you orders to do so. If that would keep him from eating you alive, keep him from employing all sorts of medieval torture methods on you, keep him from letting you be enjoyed by all his men - then you would do whatever he asked.

“Come here, pet.” He ordered. You crawled over to him pathetically, struggling to do so with your legs and hands still tied. His hands found their way into your hair, patting your head in praise before reaching down and picking you up. 

He turned you so that you were facing away from him, making sure that the crowd had a full view of your body. He placed you in his lap, the length of his cock pressed against your pussy. He was already hard again after cumming in your mouth. You were no fool, you knew what was coming next. 

“Please.” You mumbled. “Not in front of the crowd.” 

“No?” He asked against your ear. One of his hands had moved down to your clit, circling it tenderly while his other hand pinched at your nipple, your body tensing under his touch. 

“At l-least let me face away from them.” 

“Aw, pretty little witch, that’s not going to happen.” He said in a saccharine tone. “You’re an abomination to this world, engaging with the occult is a sin. You need to be punished for it.” 

His hand moved from your clit down to his cock, rubbing it against your opening teasingly. You tensed up each time he got close to pushing the tip in, feeling embarrassed by the joy he was taking in your reactions. 

“This is your repentance.” He whispered, his breath warm against your neck and shoulder as he slowly pressed his cock into you. You let out a strangled whine at the insane stretch of him entering you, feeling like he was going to split you in half. 

He paid no mind to your whining, and fully sheathed himself into you, letting out a satisfied groan as he bottomed out inside you. You forced your eyes shut once more, unable to cope with the sight of the crowd watching you get split open on Sukuna’s length. 

Sukuna’s hands made their way underneath your knees, pulling your legs back and pinning them against your chest, spreading you open and holding you close against his chest in a full nelson, making sure that the crowd had the best possible view of you as he started to thrust aggressively into your pussy. 

It hurt, he was so big that it felt like he was in your guts with each thrust. But there was some sick part of your brain that thought it felt good. Your pussy squeezing around him with each movement, eager to keep him in. It was disgusting. 

“Open your eyes.” Sukuna rasped against your ear.

“Please- no!” You responded, hoping that at the very least he’d give you this, that he’d grant you the opportunity to retain some shred of your dignity.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He growled, making a particularly violent thrust into you that had you seeing stars. 

Your lashes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the light of the mob's torches. Your eyes darted to the crowd, heart speeding up with terror as you took in just how many people were watching you right now. Sukuna’s men were going wild at the sight of you, a few of them even going as far as pumping their own cocks in their hands, getting off at the sight of their master fucking you like this. 

But what made you feel more disgusted with your situation was the sight of the other villagers. Most of them were staring at the floor in shame, knowing that they were powerless to help, but respectful enough of you to not watch. Others, including some men who had come to visit you for remedies in the past, were watching with the same interest that Sukuna’s men were. It made you feel sick. 

“There we go.” Sukuna whispered. “Keep your eyes on them, acknowledge that you deserve  this. It was your own sinful actions that led you here.” Your lip quivered but you nodded, agreeing with his statement. “Say it out loud, little witch. Say ‘I deserve this’.”

“I deserve this.” You mumbled, letting out a gasp as his cock grazed a particularly sensitive point inside you. That familiar pressure in your gut was building up once more, your body infatuated with the sensation of Sukuna’s thick cock filling you up. 

“Louder. Let all of them hear it.” He hissed. 

“I deserve this.” You cried out desperately, Sukuna’s men responding with a gleeful cheer. 

“Good.” He praised, taking a moment to adjust himself beneath you a little, the new angle seemingly allowing him to hit even deeper into your pussy as he sped up, his fingers digging so hard into your legs that you were confident he was leaving bruises. 

Your brain felt like it was turning into mush, letting him use you as he liked, being moved up and down his cock like you weighed nothing. Your vision was blurring, and you could no longer see the crowd, too lost in the pleasure that Sukuna’s cock was providing you. 

It felt like you were reaching the edge, that knot in your gut tightening and your body starting to tremble. “That’s it, you gonna cum on my cock?” You were too fucked out to answer him, your body convulsing as the knot snapped, your orgasm coursing through you and your pussy tightening hard around his cock. 

He laughed, keeping up the pace and chasing his own release, your body going completely limp in his arms as he released inside you, pumping you with his cum until he was completely drained. His cock slipped out of you, and he held you there for a moment longer, letting the crowd watch his cum slowly seep from your pussy. 

As he held you there, he pressed his lips against the shell of your ear almost affectionately. “I should burn you at the stake. But I think I’ll keep you for now.” 

Your life wouldn’t be taken today. Yet you couldn’t help but wonder, would death be preferable to the future that he had in store for you?

© sukunahs

[getouyuri]

how would the yakuza au characters react to user getting hurt :3

IS THIS 🦊 ANON COS THIS WAS SENT BEFORE I TALKED ABOUT EMOJI ASSIGNMENTS… hi if it’s u 😁 but also hi regardless TEHE

I’m assuming u mean Someone harming us right… I’ll roll with that

• oyabun gojo is unfortunately a little toooo used to having to hurt/kill those that have wronged you (secretary!reader), but when you get hurt? whoever put their hands on you is getting their hands chopped off. then their feet. and then and then and then—

he will 100% crash out. nuclear level. you and nanami and choso have to hold him back from killing entire bloodlines for your sake… and then he gets you to a doctor if needed. still, though, nobody can hold back gojo fucking satoru for long. this isn’t simple dirty work so he doesn’t send anyone out to take care of the issue; he personally handles it and comes back with a borderline manic smile and blood staining his pristine white hair. “honeyyyy, I’m home! what’s for dinner?”

even when You give yourself accidental paper cuts gojo’s acting like it’s the end of the world. he falls to his knees and everything

• informant shoko is dead silent when you (stripper!reader) show her bruises from some yakuza scum that got a little too drunk and a little too handsy. her eye is twitching and her mole twists with it. “evade my questions all you want and make excuses for them, but best believe I’m finding out who did this, princess,” she murmurs as she gets you an ice pack.

shoko gives you personal self-defense lessons because you never know when something worse could happen to you. on a day that you’re busy, she seeks out gojo and choso with the intel she’s gathered on some sleazy man and gives them the file she collected. “say less,” both men mutter, already plotting.

but if you simply injured yourself while taking a fall or from standing and dancing in heels for too long, shoko sighs as she forces you to sit down. “silly girl. i’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap,” she teases as she makes you rest while she plays caretaker, babying you more than she should.

• wakagashira-hosa choso has the biggest frown on his face when he spots injuries on your (teacher!reader) precious body. “who? where? why? tell me everything, darling. don’t leave anything out.” he and gojo pay off the police to scour security footage to find the fucker who dared to mug you or target you for simply being close to choso because he has wayyyy too many enemies that would do anything to get at him.

he makes sure you’re patched up and safe at his apartment with yuuji before he goes out on the hunt, hands steadier than they’ve ever been as he gives hell to the fucker in question. choso comes back with dried blood flaking off of his hands and even more blending in with the dark fabric of his suit, waves off your concerns, and showers before sitting with you and yuuji on the couch. choso angsts over the fact that you got hurt for days longer than he should.

• oyabun geto’s mind is ten steps ahead the second he finds out you (angels!reader & yuki’s younger sibling) got fucked up in some garuda’s angels related scuffle. you can of course handle yourself (he’s literally played witness to you beating the breaks off of people) and don’t need his help… but he’s still gonna intervene. if he had a little less restraint, he’d probably burn down the entire city.

you’re used to his protectiveness and you have no plans on stopping him from going on a mini warpath so you either stay home or accompany him. people hate to see THIS couple coming. especially when geto is smiling as if he’s not about to break their ribs and you’re a few steps behind, whistling the whole while and spinning your weapon of choice. both of you have fun with your prey before letting heads roll.

other times you’re scraped up from a motorcycle accident and geto tsks as he treats your wounds. “and you wonder why I refuse to get on that motorcycle of yours with you,” he’s muttering, shaking his head when you laugh it off. what is he gonna do with you?

• oyabun sukuna finds out about the incident before you (civilian!reader) even get the chance to tell him yourself. his nostrils flare like a bull’s as he corners you, demanding that you corroborate what he heard and tell him any extra information, and frowns when you’re like ‘it’s not a big deal, I thought it was funny that they’d even try to target me.’ “nobody is fucking laughing except for you,” sukuna grouches. “there’s something so fucking wrong with you. anyways, I’ll handle it. sit tight.”

he has way too many enemies so people from the gojo-gumi, the sutoraifu-gumi, and even the garuda’s angels trying to kill you is practically a weekly occurrence. as much as he’d like to dump you into one of his warehouses and keep you safe there forever, whooping ass on your behalf is good enough. no weapons, no underlings doing the work for him— sukuna snaps necks or beats whoever that hurt you to death.

• garuda’s angels leader yuki has toji on the line the second you (orphanageworker!reader) finish speaking. “tojiiii, i need you to track some people down for me. I’ll have utahime come babysit megumi for you,” she sings into the phone, all cheery even though her eyes are colder than ice. bodies are about to stop dropping like flies. not that she tells you this.

if she goes out to handle it herself, you catch on as she’s sliding on her jacket and putting on her boots and you scold her, telling her that people don’t deserve to be hurt on your behalf. she strongly disagrees, but she’ll sigh softly and pull you into her arms. “you’re too merciful, angel,” yuki murmurs as she steers you to bed. watching movies with you will be enough to distract you from considering the fact that toji could be out there guns blazing in yuki’s stead, right?

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Daisy chains

Gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Daryl was running.

Running from walkers, from anything or anyone that could hear them.

Him and his daughter.

His selfish act of hiding a personal stash of formula and other necessary items to care for his toddler who fussed against his chest as he made his way through the area. She slowly starting to pick up volume as the fussing became full on crying and he had to start running to keep away from the dead she unknowingly lured.

"Shh, please. Yer wakin' the dead with yer cryin'." His hand held the back of her head and rubbed soothing circles on her skin, jogging to keep a rocking motion going as he moved on.

In his frantic search he spotted a house at the edge of the forest and decided it was the best option they had.

Circling the home he found the back door unlocked and locked it behind him, barricading it to the best of his ability.

Click.

The unmistakable sound of a gun right behind his head made him stop dead in his tracks, carefully raising his hands and thus letting go of his daughter's head.

Fhe loss of contact had her starting to sniffle and cry again and all Daryl could do was slowly turn around to reveal the two of them.

"Was runnin' from walkers." One of Daryl's hands lowered back to stroke his child's head while keeping the other one up. "She'd been cryin', drew 'em in."

You lowered your gun and clicked the safety back on. "You can feed her here." You weren't happy with other people being in your home, but sending away someone with such a young child wasn't okay in your books. "What can you provide in return?" You walked back into the hall and waved for him to follow. In the kitchen you showed him your stash and handed him a jar for his kid. "You can have this if you can promise me to provide."

Daryl agreed immediately. He knew he could hunt as soon as he figured out if he could trust you with his kid. Most people would kill him and her for being a liability. A redneck and a toddler weren't high on the list of saught after party members.

"After she eats, lay down with her. You two clearly went through hell." You kept a close eye on them for the remainder of the day, needing to know if the man was planning anything besides hiding but up til sundown he still hadn't shown any signs of hostility.

You watched as he put her to sleep and sat back down to rest. "You never introduced yourselves. What do I call you?" You leaned forward so you could speak quietly as to not wake the sleeping toddler.

"M'Daryl. Lil' one's Daisy." You exchanged introductions and both felt okay enough around each other to sleep.

Daryl stuck around inside the house for two days, watching you like a hawk whenever you interacted with Daisy.

"Hey." He found you on the couch with Daisy asleep next to you after having eaten. "Ya good to watch 'er while I hunt? Try'na be back before dark."

If anyone watched the scene from afar they'd assume the two were a couple.

You were surprisingly comfortable with having others around these days, and Daryl was beyond happy he found someone to help with Daisy. He was happy to hunt for you, he was good at it and he'd be proving his worth.

Daryl kept his word and came back before dark with a small deer and to say you were excited was an understatement. You were probably the world's worst hunter so seeing Daryl come back with a week's worth of meat was a huge turn on.

Or maybe you were just deprived. Daryl didn't seem like someone who'd let you jump his bones for any and all reason so you just had to ignore the feelings for as long as needed.

Ignoring lasted for two weeks.

The three of you were living together so comfortably. You brought back way more than needed on your runs and Daryl made sure the area was secure and you always had meat for somewhat balanced meals.

As time passed Daryl started to get the need to find his old group. See if there were survivors he could reunite with but he didn't know how to ask you for a portion of your supplies. You had already been so kind to let him stay and offer the two of them so much. He also felt weird about leaving you here. Separating Daisy from someone she clearly bonded with hurt him too.

Any idea of leaving just felt wrong, unless you'd all leave.

You started to notice him being distant, fidgety all the time so you sat down with him one evening.

"What's eating you, Daryl?"

He glanced up from cleaning his knives only to grumble at you, not answering at all.

"Come on. It's clear you've got something on your mind. Tell me, please?"

With a huff he put his items away and slumped back against the couch. "S'mah group. Gotta find 'em. Dun wanna leave ya alone."

"I'll come." It was an easy decision, really. You helped watching Daisy and he knew the woods well enough to travel through them. "I've got no one, you got them. It'd be good for us all if we found your friends."

Daryl nodded, happy you were on one line and offered to plan their leave, take a few days to prepare and rest up before starting their trek.

Daryl had lived in that house for three only weeks, but still it felt weird to leave it behind. He carried Daisy against his chest and his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

You had food, medication and sleeping supplies strapped to your bag, Daisy's items being in Daryl's luggage. You learned more about Daryl now and also learned from him.

He was an expert huntsman and tracker, leading you from your home to a torn down building that used to house people from the looks of it. You two cleared the needed amount of walkers before settling for the night.

"How do you always seem to know where to go?" You felt so lost out here, but Daryl marched on like he knew the area.

"Been trackin" my whole life. Know wha'm lookin' for."

The next day he quietly talked you through his vision, what he spotten and what it all meant as you moved on with your journey. You were learning and having fun doing so.

While he carried Daisy he let you try out his crossbow which resulted after a week of trying, in your first dinner kill.

That evening you sat close to him as he showed you how to skin small game and roast it over a fire.

You scavenged and hunted on your way, spending every moment together. You were enjoying it and so was he.

When a storm hit you managed to hole up in an old house just in time. It was fhe first night you kissed.

The storm caused the temperature tondrop, and the broken windows caused a lot of wind to gust through the house. You had wrapped Daisy in a bundle of blankets while Daryl worked to get a small fire started. You shared a large blanket, sitting shoulder to shoulder with your legs a tangled mess.

You could feel his gaze on you, quickly looking away each time you tried to catch him but eventually managing and softly laughing, pulljng even closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. "You can stare, it's okay."

Your hand went to reach for his, making him look down into your eyes. He saw yours flick to his lips and back up and mimicked your gesture, watching you as you leaned closer to him.

"It's okay." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers now intertwined and Daryl still felt comfortable.

With a steadying breath he leaned into you to close the gap, pressing his lips against you in a kiss that warmed you both more than the fire or blankets did.

From that night on you slept in each others' embrace whenever you could.

"Hey," you jogged to catch up with Daryl's strides. "Your group, is Daisy's mom a part of it?"

Daryl scoffed and replied with a stern "No."

"She ain't got no mom." It was clear from his tone he wasn't going to share anything else so you dropped it, falling in with him in silence.

You traveled like that for a while, not speaking unless it was needed until you came across a barn to rest in.

Daisy was tired and all the traveling had her fussing and crying and Daryl couldn't get her to quiet down in his tired, cranky state.

"Let me take her for a bit. You need to rest." Daryl tried to protest but he knew you'd win. He'd always let you win when you had disagreements and honestly he was too tired to even try at this point.

So now you cared for her, managing to make her crying stop and let Daryl sleep while you kept your ears open until you yourself dozed off too.

When you woke up the next morning Daryl was already up and about, keeping Daisy occupied and making sure she ate before you set out again.

Daryl fell into step beside you on a long stretch of road, glancing over at you with Daisy in your arms.

"Her mom.." he sighed deep. "She were a ..a girl, mah brother paid. Thought I needed ta get laid more often." The topic had him anxiously fiddling with the frays on his gloves. "She disappeared fer months. Dumped 'er on mah doorstep an' left."

Oh. You understood now why he never wanted to talk about it. But now you knew the basics you didn't ask further.

You also had to keep your mouth shut before your thoughts escaped.

'I can be her mom, if you let me.'

You weren't sure how he'd respond to those words spoken out loud, even with how close you had gotten over time.

So you kept the words inside, only showing your love for the two of them through actions.

"Ya listnin'?" Daryl stopped and turned to face you, almost having you run into him lost in thought.

Had he been talking to you for long?

You looked up from the road to look at him but all you clould focus on was the giant gate at the far end of the road.

Daryl took your hand in his and took you with him. Within minutes you were standing beside him in awe.

"We're 'ere."

ALEXANDRIA SAFE ZONE

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A/N: That single dad fic I promised! I hope it's what y'all hoped ♡

[berzatoe]

I Can See You

Warnings: swearing, smoking, smut, fingering, oral (M receiving), p in v, cream pie, breeding kink, spanking, dom!carmy, sub!reader, lots of dirty talk, Carmy is mean.

Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x F!reader

Synopsis: reader is a new hire at the bear set to replace sydney while she goes abroad, and she and carmen do not get along. On a particularly stressful night, they find a great way to sort out their differences.

Authors note: okay I was listening to Taylor’s song “I can see you” and this came to mind so here. There’s not enough Carmy smut out there so I am contributing. ALSO ACCEPTING REQUEST RN SO PLEASE SEND!!!

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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The clock was ticking. A few minutes to open and so far, everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

When you agreed to fill in as Sous for sydney while she went abroad to study in Copenhagen, you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into.

Night after night, you had anxiety levels in that kitchen similar to those of someone being hunted by wild animals.

That’s why they call it the bear— the thought occurred to you the first rush you worked. Richie and Carmen had almost killed each other, Tina nearly walked out, you were down an oven and the damn fridge was broken. It felt like you were running for your life as you tried to gain control of that kitchen.

“Chef, I said hands.” His firm voice cut through your thoughts.

“Yes, chef.” you followed his voice and took his place mixing as he began chopping vegetables. His biceps flexed with the heavy rhythm of the knife coming down against the board, veins swelling with tension, knuckles growing white.

He was another problem. He was the essence of the bear. You two butted heads like no other. Ever since sydney hired you to take her place for her leave, he’d been at your throat, hungry for your blood.

You were an ingenue of sorts at a prestigious chef school, and went on to work in one of his competing restaurants in New York at a very young age. You had come in with confidence of your abilities, and had different ways of doing things than Carmy. He couldn’t quite accept it, and you knew he didn’t respect you just yet.

But you craved his approval, for some reason. Something about Carmy made you thirst for his praise. You were constantly showing him new dishes you wanted on the menu to only be turned down. You two would easily get in screaming matches over wether to dice or mince, which spices to add, how long to cook, until you were out of breath and both needed a smoke break.

It didn’t help that he was so goddamn handsome. Watching him work, watching him be impassioned by his work, in command of his staff, it set something off in you. Even when he was screaming at you, there would be a glint in his eye, a vein popping in his neck, or a tone he took that would have you clenching your thighs together.

Now, you stood next to him staring at his strong arms and hands cutting vegetables, falling apart because you’re so stressed and all you can think about is those hands around your throat.

“Chef! What the hell!!” carmy shouted

You’d somehow poured the entire stock pot of sauce all over the oven.

You were stood there just staring at it emptily, trying to understand how it had happened.

“What were you thinking?!” Carmy yelled again.

“I can make more! I’ll get right on it, Chef.”

“We are fucking opening in exactly one minute, chef, we needed that sauce. We NEEDED THAT FUCKING SAUCE.”

“It was only half of the batch, the other one is still there.” You pointed toward the other pot, still heating. Then Carmen let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose as your eyes widened.

The second timer for it immediately went off, meaning it had reset. The alarm rang through the kitchen like a death siren. The sauce was cooking for twice as long as it was supposed to.

“Yup, looks like you burnt that sauce. Congratu-fucking-lations. We can’t open. Are you incompetent chef? Are you stupid?”

The words hurt. “I was going to take care of that sauce before you called for hands!”

“This is the 5th thing you’ve fucked up this morning. You’re ruining my open.”

“If you ever listened to me, I swear I have a more efficient way to do this where we don’t need to call hands and everybody has a set job—“

“This isn’t your restaurant, chef.” He cut you off with a cold stare to match his words, eyes piercing into your soul.

You huffed and spun around, scared if you stayed everyone would see you cry. You ran to the back, out the door, and sat against the brick wall of the alleyway. You rolled your head into your hands, trying to collect yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Richie’s voice rung out. He stood leant up against the fence, smoking.

“Oh god,” you sniffed, looking up and quickly wiping tears away. You didn’t answer, instead, you reached out your hand, silently asking for a smoke.

Richie obliged and continued, “you know, Carmy is really hard on you, huh?”

You stayed quiet, taking a long drag and looking off to the city as you exhaled.

“He has a really hard time with people. He’s not like me. And I think he’s really threatened by you, cuz you’re so good. He had to be a control freak and work for it, but you’re just good.”

You pondered this for a moment, “you really think that?”

“Uh, yeah sweetheart. You’re a natural. He has to at least believe he’s in control or else he’d go apeshit. Also, I think he sort of has a thing for you, so it affects his focus… or whatever…”

You paused. You never thought of the possibility that it could be mutual. That he’d lose focus looking at you the way you so often did with him. But he had just been such an asshole, and you were angry, and god, you wanted to make him pay.

“Richie, I don’t think that could be true. He doesn’t like me. He’s so mean to me.”

Richie just chuckled and then put the cigarette the two of you had been sharing out.

“I know the kid. Get back in there, make him think he’s in charge, and do your thing, little miss sunshine.” Richie smiled and squeezed your shoulders. That was his nickname for you, because of your general sunny disposition. It had changed the place a lot.

The rest of your shift until close, you did what Richie suggested. You made Carmen think he was in charge. You followed orders with a smile and a “yes, chef”, you trailed after him and cleaned up his messes without him noticing, and soon enough the two of you were doing a successful close, allowing the rest of the staff to go home early.

Through the night, you’d also found a way to combat how distracted Carmy could make you. Richie’s intel had allowed you to flip the tables on him. Instead of focusing on how worked up he got you, you started focusing on how worked up you could get him.

You’d always stare at him for just a second too long after saying “yes, chef”, you’d squeeze pass him, intentionally pushing your body close to his. You’d find opportunities to bend over in front of him, stretch out, let your hand linger on his too long when he handed you something. Anything to be close, any chance you got. You were doing your best to see if what Richie had said held any truth to it.

You’d almost given up, you thought for sure something would happen, but the two of you had wrapped things up and were turning down the lights in the restaurant as you got ready to leave.

Carmy had been suspiciously quiet since everyone went home and you were beginning to feel awkward in the silence.

You were standing in front of your locker, grabbing your bag, when Carmy turned around and said, “Wanna tell me what the fuck was up with you tonight?”

You swallowed and turned around to face him, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He took a step closer to you, “I think you do.”

He walked the small distance between your lockers until he was flush against you. He leaned forward until you were cheek to cheek, his lips to your ear as he whispered, “you think you could ruin my open, then tease me like a desperate little whore the whole fucking shift, and get away with it?”

His words went straight to your pussy. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever before, here you were; finally caught by the wild beast hunting you down. He’d fallen for your bait. You smirked.

He lifted his head from your neck where he was planting kisses, seeing the grin on your face. He gripped your jaw with a firm hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, you’re proud of yourself, hmm?” His hand trailed down and came to rest at your collar bones. You moaned in response.

He knew what you wanted. His hand closed around your neck and you smiled again.

Carmen closed his lips around yours. It was unexpected, and even though his hand was rough against your neck, the kiss was slow and gentle. It felt almost nervous, hesitant maybe, and that just made you even more desperate for him. You let out a whimper, begging him to give your more, and his tongue licked into your mouth as his other hand came up to squeeze your breast.

After that he went feral. Pushing up against you, clutching onto your throat, licking roughly and desperately into your mouth, grinding his hard cock against your heat.

He came back up for air, staring at you for a moment, searching your eyes for any regret, hesitancy, anything but what he found; which was pure, eager, lust.

He trailed kisses down your neck and chest and latched onto your nipple as he quickly began pushing down your pants. His calloused hands slowly began teasing the soft delicate skin of your thighs, rubbing soft circles so close to your core.

You whined, and in response he let out a light teasing chuckle as he pushed his hand pass your folds, immediately landing his thumb right against your clit.

Your body convulsed at this, and he loved it. He studied your face, looking for every reaction and using them as cues as he began circling his thumb against your clit.

“Yeah?” He breathed, clearly enjoying it too, “is this what you wanted? Hmm? You’re so fucking wet for me. How long have you been thinking about this? How long have you wanted me to touch you?”

Any nervousness you had detected in Carmy before was long gone. He was in control. You were letting him be in control, again, and he was about to ravish you for it.

“Answer me.” His thumb stopped and he tightened his grip around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you since-“ he began rubbing your clit again.

“Since- my first shift- I-“ his ring finger poked at your entrance.

“I-I can never stop thinking about you and-“ his finger fully entered you now and you instantly clenched around it.

“And- I always fantasize about you fucking me which is why i can’t do any of my work right!” You spit out quickly as his finger began pushing in and out of you. At this, he curled it up to meet your spongey spot deep within and you let out a yelp.

“Oh poor baby” he said as he slowed his movements, adding another finger and thrusting them in and out at a torturous pace. Your back was still pressed up against the lockers and the sting of the metal carving into your skin heightened all of your sensations.

“Stupid little slut can’t do her job because she wants to fuck her boss so bad, is that it?” He thrusts his finger into you hard.

“Please” you begged.

“Please what? What do you want?”

“Go faster, I’m so close!”

He instantly removed his fingers from your and you felt the emptiness like a hole.

You went to complain before he clamped a hand around your mouth, “Don’t say a thing. You’re lucky I even gave you my fingers after the shit you pulled tonight, baby. You think you can tell me what to do? You think that’s how this is gonna work? I would just let you cum and then give you my cock and make you cum again?” He laughed.

His eyes were dark and full of want, his cock was hard and it was so painfully evident through his pants. It looked so big and you couldn’t get your mind off of it.

He noticed you staring and began undoing his belt. “Get on your knees.”

You gulped and froze.

He put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until you were kneeling, “I said, get. On. Your. Knees.”

He finished undoing his pants and you were face to face with his long, hard, thick cock.

“Be a good girl and suck it, baby” he said. You started towards him before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back.

“What do you say when I ask you to do something, darling?” His tone was condescending, but you answered nonetheless.

“Yes, chef.”

He groaned and rolled his head back, “yeah, that’s right, good fuckin’ girl” pushing your head back towards his cock as an invitation. You accepted.

You were brutal with your movements, sucking and licking and pushing him as deep as you could get him. He was anything but shy with letting you know how much he enjoyed it, his grip tightening around your hair and pulling and pushing ever so slightly, his hips unintentionally bucking up, forcing his cock down the back of your throat.

And the sounds he was making, oh, they could only be from your dreams. He was unraveling at the seams and whimpering like a dog when you reached your hand up to cup his balls and lightly massage them, he pushed your head so far down you couldn’t breathe.

“Oh my fucking go-d” he said before pulling you off him with a “pop” and staring at your fucked-out face.

Blown out eyes stared back up at him, saliva coating swollen lips, mascara smudged and running, hair a mess. He was proud of himself, and the sight turned him on to no end. He knew if he let you continue he’d cum. However, you were relentless and as soon as he let up on your hair, you dove back down.

“Okay baby, that’s enough.” He said, tearing you away again.

“Why?” You asked genuinely, and it made his heart flutter.

“Cuz if you don’t stop, you’re gonna make m’cum. Can’t do that yet. Wanna do it deep, deep inside ya’… if that’s okay?” He whispered gently, cupping your face and wiping your cheeks.

“Please, god please.” You cried, nodding your head. He grabbed your hand and helped you up, leading you to his office.

There, carmy turned you around and placed, gentle, sweet kisses along your shoulder before whispering, “are you sure this is okay?”

To which, you nodded desperately. But that wasn’t enough for him.

“I need you to say it, honey. I need you to say that you want this. That you want me to fuck you right here on this desk, and fill you up with my cum.”

“I want you Carmy, I want you so bad.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me on this desk and fill me up with your cum.” You whined, slightly embarrassed, pussy swollen and begging to be fucked.

He pushed you down until you were bending over the desk, chest flush against it. He got a good look at how much you truly wanted him.

“Jesus Christ, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he said, roughly spreading you.

“So fucking wet and tight too, could feel you squeezing my fingers earlier.” He spit into his hand and cupped your pussy with it, rubbing the spit down and over your folds.

You felt the tip of his cock tease your hole, slowly making little circles, just barely entering. At this point, you were so ready for him this actually felt mean. You needed relief and he knew it, he saw it, saw your clit throbbing and your legs shaking, body blushing all over. You beginning to make a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before.

He starts to softly comfort you but you know he’s proud of himself, with a smirk on his face as he does it, “ssshhh-sshhh… it’s okay, baby. I know, I know, it’s a lot. I just wanna make sure I don’t hurt you so I’m gonna start real slow, okay? Know you need me. Gonna take good care of you, promise” he slowly starts to inch himself in, and you have to admit, his size surprised you. You were glad for his patience.

When he finally burrows himself all the way within you, you both let out a moan in-sync at the new feeling. Both taking a second to adjust, you tighten and release your walls, making him groan.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He says between thrusts as he begins, setting a good pace.

Once Carmen is finally fucking you, finally moving within you, taking you raw, you feel free. You let go of all the stress from the restaurant and let him drill it out of you, and you’re sure you’re serving the same purpose for him.

“S’good… so fucking good…” carmen is saying as he fucks you, pace picking up, getting more rough by the second. The praise makes you melt, you squeeze him again and revel in the loud moan you get out of it.

He grabs another fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, making your back arch and the position hit so much deeper. He leans over your body and reaches down to rub your clit with the hand not on your head. It makes you tremble under him.

“Doing s’well for me baby… knew this was all you wanted…. All I could ever think about too… taking you back here… fucking you hard and good just to shut you up… emptying my load deep inside you… leaving you to work the rest of your shift all filled up with me… you’ve been such a little tease every day since you got here… giving me those looks across the kitchen, wearing those little outfits in on your days off, pushing my buttons just to get a rise out of me… I’ve wanted this for so long, pretty baby. You’re so fucking pretty”

You cry out at his drunken confession. It gets you so worked up, you’re almost there, and you can tell he is too.

“Carmy…” you whine, feeling him so deep, hitting that spot every single time without pause, working you up and up and up.

“Yes, baby?”

“Cum inside of me, please. I want it all. Want you to fill me up. M’sclose too. Please please please, fill me up Carmy.” You’re practically in tears and it does something to Carmy. He hears you.

He quickens his pace, getting sloppier, rougher, more sporadic, the two of you making noises like animals, and soon he takes a hand and slaps it down across your ass, causing a loud thwack, as you scream in euphoria. He does it one more time, hard enough to leave a welt, before spilling his seed deep, deep inside of your pussy.

As he pumps his seed into you, again and again, you feel that coil come undone and are seeing stars before you know it, panting and moaning and sweating as Carmy holds you in his arms and snaps his hips back into you occasionally.

He’s collapsed over you on the desk, the two of you exhausted and decompressing. He places a few kisses against your cheek before standing up and pulling himself out, groaning again at the sight. He sees your welted ass, pussy red and swollen, knees shaking, body rising up and down from being out of breath and he instinctively pulls your dead weight into his office chair and runs to get you a water.

You decide that you and Carmy have found an incredible, healthy way to work out your differences in the kitchen.

[signedkoko]

Hi hi!

How would Striker, Bee, and poly Stolitz (romantic) react to their chubby s/o being very physically strong and working out a lot?

No pressure to write this, and If you don't write for this many characters, you can choose who to focus on!

Sending lots of love your way 💚💛💙

-🐻

Beelzebub | Blitzo & Stolas | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are considerably physically stronger than them, and work out plenty to match.

Naturally, all of the sins are extremely strong in comparison to any overlord or sinner

Even so, you were surprisingly up there, without her magic Beelzebub couldn't begin to carry half the weight you did, and usually had to resort to her larger form- or just asking for your help

It's part of why she found you so attractive, it felt like in some way you could protect her more than anyone she knew

A lot of the people around her were already small, so it was also nice that you compared to her in size, though she found you to be much more curvaceous than her own lanky figure

" Ugh. I'd kill for hips like these, babe. "

She loves to feel you up and down and hold you close because god, you are just sooo comfortable

And when you flex your muscles it drives her crazy! She thinks you're the hottest person she's ever met

She also may be partially to blame for your chubbiness, because she never stops feeding you sweets, oops!

Both of these fools are physically WEAK, however strong they might be with guns or magic

They recall their first encounter with you was when someone was making fun of Stolas for dating an imp, and you totally rocked their shit with a punch straight to the face

Blitzo is already on you, asking so many questions about who you were, why you did that, making jokes

And Stolas has a faint blush because god, that was so attractive

They kept inviting you over until eventually you were closer than most- present on every date, called by the same sweet nicknames

Stolas likes to go with you when you work out, he especially loves to see you boxing

Being able to cheer you on against an opponent, or imagine you protecting him- oh it was just so exciting

Blitzo enjoys walking around hell with you because he gets to see everyone fuck off

Scary dog privileges

Stolas is always squishing your cheeks and hugging you tightly while speaking of all his fantasies involving you both

Blitzo is sneaking pictures of you after workouts for his office

Stronger? Than him? Sure thing

Striker first heard it at a place he frequented for drinks, that there was a guard for hire poster put up on their bulletin, someone new

When he hired you to see what'd happen, you sweeped the floor of some royals security team in minutes, and all he had to do was pull the trigger

Admittedly, he didn't feel the need to work with you more than that, as he enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill

But it was certainly fun seeing what someone else pulled

He’s straightforward about that, but also admits that he'd like to keep in touch

OBVIOUSLY so he can hire you on tougher missions, not because he thought you were interesting or fun

Suddenly, he's always popping up in the places you go, always offering you a drink, always getting tipsy enough to invite you to dance

Oh yeah, he certainly wants you

Fortunately for him, you're his lovely significant other only a few weeks later

He enjoys practising sparing with you, though he usually loses with just strength to strength, hsi wits certainly make him a tougher opponent

Striker find your resolve fiery, and something about you ignites something in him that leaves him wanting more

Author's Note - Actually love these guys sm... good crew you chose bear non I respect it!

Also I CATCH all the love you sent my way and EAT IT 🖤

[theelfsongbard]

Jealous Astarion Drabbles

Cw: brief mention of breeding

Word count: 1235 words

Astarion glares daggers through the canvas of his tent in your general direction. He hated the way you made him feel weak and uneasy. Every reassurance, each offer extended to him to drink from you, the way your kindness weaves its way into little unnecessary niceties that you give your companions. He couldn’t understand why your actions threatened to make him fall for an illusion of trust. There must be a catch to all of this. There always is, he just hasn’t found it yet. You are an unexpected problem because despite his racing mind telling him otherwise, he can feel himself slipping into complacency around you. He finds himself enjoying your company beyond what is needed for a mere travelling companion and he *burns* with a feral desire that he doesn’t understand. He wants to claim you as his own, to fill you and be the only one who can know the whole of you inside and out. Every draw of blood that he takes is a battle to temper his own imaginations before he loses control of his carefully crafted facade.

He wants to act quickly and secure you to him as soon as possible, for he sees the lingering affection in the wizard’s eyes when you draw near. *Competition* is all that repeats in his mind like a resounding threat of a challenge. He doesn’t like Gale, and Gale doesn’t seem to like him, even if it’s not for the same reason. He chooses to believe it is though, only because it fuels his want for you, even in the unsteady waters of his burgeoning emotions.

For now though, he has more pressing urges to attend to and the straining in his trousers just will *not* do.

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The days pass with ever increasing tension for Astarion. Despite the unusually sunny weather they were experiencing that he usually adored, Astarion was feeling absolutely wretched. Wretched and angry. And on top of that, his campmates thought he was jealous. He scoffed as he sat on the ground beside you and Gale, dressing his kill just as you instructed and taught him. Jealousy? It could not be further from the truth.

He was not jealous when he came back from his hunt with his prize only to find you dancing with Wyll. He was not jealous when he saw the way he pulled you close enough for your lips to brush and he was certainly not jealous when The Blade invited you to *practice his swordplay* later on. If he were being honest, Wyll was a man worthy of making anyone swoon, even Astarion. If only his moral compass were less of an impediment, he may have thrown himself at Wyll. But this was the hand he was dealt, and the Blade was threatening his little bid for protection from you. After all, how could he win his favour if he wasn't *The Favourite* in your eyes?

But the way Wyll’s eyes trailed after you as you sauntered over to assess his kill and the way he had put his hands around your waist just moments before made him want to rend the monster hunter to pieces and to announce to him that you were *his* territory. When you weren't looking, he made sure to send what he hoped was a frightening enough message to the warlock, baring his fangs for good measure.

Now, sandwiched between the idle conversation you shared with Gale, he couldn't see how his life could get any worse. His list of competitors was growing and given your warm reception to both, it would only be a matter of time before someone initiated a romantic relationship with you. Astarion was a seducer and had no idea what to do to romance someone. But clearly, it was time for him to start learning if he wanted to make things work. Either that, or it was high time that he started disposing of some of his less savoury companions. The sound of your laughter, genuine and untamed as Gale recounts his shenanigans with his cat is enough to convince him of it.

As his hands work mindlessly, his thoughts drift to something more fun. The smell of you sitting so close beside him sends a pang of familiarity down to his gut and at the same time fills him with arousal and passionate imagination. He thinks of how you might look stretched around his manhood, keening with pleasure as he thrusts into you, filling you full until you're overflowing, over and over until your mess becomes the proof to the entire camp that you are spoken for.

He imagines you below him and on top and all the delicious ways he might have you, wants to nuzzle into your breasts and drink from you as he loses himself in the pleasures of your flesh. And for the first time in an eternity, he even wants to lie with you, holding you close to him your back to his chest, keeping your safe and tucked against him for all eternity. Something stirs in him and he isn't sure if he likes it. This is too tender, too vulnerable and another weakness that he doesn't need.

He's only doing this for protection. Nothing more and nothing less. These are just part of his plans to seduce you, he’s only sorting out the details to make sure everything is perfect.

Mildly, he’s aware of the twitching in his trousers and the slight wetness dribbling from within. Excusing himself rapidly, he stalks off to the forest, away from prying eyes to indulge himself a little. All these thoughts are so distracting and it would do him no good if his campmates saw him in such an unbecoming state.

He needs to be alone for a little while. Yes, he just needs to clear his head because he doesn't need to be thinking about you when he has Cazador, a tadpole and his protection to contend with. But trying times call for trying measures and when he makes sure that he’s far away enough to not be heard or seen, he loosens the ties of his trousers just enough to slip himself free. Already, he knows that he’s going to need a trip down to the river to wash his undergarments, soaked with his arousal as it is. But he can't seem to find himself annoyed by his predicament.

Leaning against a tree, he closes his eyes, wrapping his hand around his length and stroking himself to the thought of you. Imagines you taking him in hand or into your mouth. But his hand is corpse cold, so void of the flush of life you have in you that it brings him back to reality with a growl of frustration. This is nothing compared to how you would feel around him.

And so with increasing vigour he rubs one out, alone and cold in the forest, watching as his seed dribbles and spurts out, landing in the dirt. Wasted. How he would love to stuff you full with it, right up to the brim, keeping it inside you until your belly starts to swell with the evidence of what he has done to you.

If only you knew what kind of effect you had on him. Maybe you would take pity and indulge him.

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Request: Hey okay so I have a request. I absolutely love your writing it always puts me in my feels I can’t I’m so obsessed so thank you for all that you do OKKK can I get a story where she has some ptsd from a recent hunt from being captured by a monster or something and she’s back home in the bunker and safe now but Sam and Dean start play wrestling as like brothers usually do and she just hears a bunch of banging or noise and it sends her into a panic and once she realizes it’s just Sam and Dean messing around she can’t calm down because of her ptsd and no matter how hard she tries she just can’t relax and stop shaking and crying. I feel like many writers just blow over it so simply when in reality it would take so much to coax someone out of this mental state and I’ve read all of your stories and I believe you capture it the way I always thought it should be. Thank you sooooo much I’m so excited for you to write this if you can🤭

A/N: this was such a good request and so interesting to write for me. Thank you so much for your kind words. I agree and I always try to capture all of the emotions because I feel like that would be reality. I hope this is what you were looking for. If not, just send in another request. Requests are always open :)))

Sam and Dean Winchester x sister!Reader

You were sitting in your room in the bunker, curled up under a blanket, staring at your phone without really looking at it. Your thoughts were everywhere, scattered like leaves in a windstorm. It was hard to focus. It was hard to feel safe. You couldn’t feel safe. Not after what just happened to you. Anxiety gnawed at you, as it often did these days, an ever present companion that no amount of distraction could push away.

Then you heard it—a loud bang, followed by the sound of furniture being knocked over. Shouting. Chaos.

Your blood went cold.

You froze for a moment, unsure if you were imagining it. But the loud crash followed by what sounded like frantic voices... That wasn't normal. You were sure of it. Your heart started racing, your pulse pounding in your ears.

No. No, no, no.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and before you could even think, you shot up from your bed. The air around you felt thin, as though you couldn’t get enough of it. The walls felt too tight, the floor too unstable beneath your feet.

They’re back.

The demons.

The memories came rushing back, so fast and vivid that they nearly knocked you off your feet. The night you’d been taken—the screams, the cold metal of the chains, the overwhelming darkness that swallowed you whole. You could still feel the pain of their hands on you, the torment, the terror that ran through you every time they moved in for the kill.

But they hadn't finished.

They were back.

They were here again.

A wave of nausea rolled through you as your body responded before your mind could catch up. You bolted from your room, your feet stumbling down the hallway, the sound of your breath too loud in your ears. You needed to get to Sam and Dean. You needed to help them. You needed to protect them. You couldn’t let them take any of you again.

No. Please, not again.

You needed to help them.

You had to get to Sam and Dean. You had to protect them.

You wouldn’t—couldn’t—let them take them.

No. You couldn’t lose them. You couldn’t let them go through what you went through.

Your legs carried you down the hall, the panic rising in your chest with every step, your vision blurring as your breath came in ragged gasps. You didn’t even think to stop. You couldn’t. Your brothers needed you. You had to get to them.

You reached the library, the door already slightly ajar. The noise was louder now—shouting, the sounds of rough movements, and what sounded like playful grunts.

But when you pushed the door open, your world tilted on its axis.

Sam and Dean were in the middle of the room, tangled up in some ridiculous wrestling match. Sam had Dean in a headlock, both of them laughing. Dean was struggling, giving exaggerated groans as if he were about to tap out.

Your heart, which had been pounding in your chest just moments before, dropped. For a second, you couldn’t move. Your body couldn’t catch up to the reality of what was happening. That everything was okay. That everyone was safe.

The panic hit full force, stronger than ever.

The sounds of them fighting—the thuds, the shouts, the noise of their bodies crashing together—hit you like a physical blow. The terrifying images of the demons breaking in, of them taking you again, of the torment and the loss, rushed back to the forefront of your mind. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breathing sped up, and you could feel the world starting to slip away.

You stumbled back, your legs weak, hands trembling. You couldn’t breathe. You thought they were here, they were here to hurt them.

To hurt you again.

Your head spun. Your vision blurred. The room felt too small, the walls closing in around you. You tried to back up, but your legs couldn’t hold you. The walls seemed to grow closer with every second, the air thicker, more suffocating. Your body was trembling violently now, and you couldn’t make sense of anything.

“I—I thought—” Your voice cracked, and you felt yourself shaking harder. You tried to make your way toward the door, but your body was no longer cooperating. Your hands gripped the doorframe, your vision swimming with tears. The walls of your mind were crumbling, the panic suffocating you.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice was suddenly in front of you, his tone sharp, urgent, a sound that didn’t match the chaos in your head. But you didn’t hear it the way it was meant. You couldn’t. All you could hear were the demons, the screams, the sharp clang of chains, the mocking laughter of monsters that had torn everything from you.

You gasped, choking on the words you couldn’t seem to form. “I—I heard the noise... the shouting... I thought—they—” You stuttered, your body trembling harder, your knees threatening to give way beneath you. “I thought you were... I thought you were—hurt!”

Tears blurred your vision, and your voice cracked with the weight of the terror inside you. “I thought they were here... again...” you whispered, the words barely coming out. “I thought they were coming for you. For us. I—I heard it. The noise. The shouting. I thought they were breaking in again, and I couldn’t—” You couldn’t control the shaking now, couldn’t get your body to stop trembling. You backed away from Dean and Sam, desperate to get away from whatever was coming.

Dean’s face went ashen, his eyes widening as he saw you. He immediately stepped forward, closing the space between you and him in an instant. He reached out, hands coming to your shoulders, gripping you with a strength that felt grounding.

“No, no, no, kid, it’s okay. You’re safe. We’re all safe. We’re all okay.” His voice was soft, soothing, but there was an edge to it now. You could hear the weight of it in his tone. He understood.

“I thought you were in trouble,” you stammered, barely able to breathe, reaching out to him to steady yourself. “I thought I needed to help. I thought they were—”

“Y/N, hey kid, listen to me. We’re okay.” He gently pulled you into his chest, one hand moving to the back of your head, the other gripping your trembling form against him. “I’ve got you. You’re okay. We’re okay. We’re not going anywhere.”

You gasped for air, your hands gripping his shirt like a lifeline, nails digging into the fabric as your whole body shook. The terror was still burning in your chest, and it felt like you were suffocating under the weight of it.

“I—I’m so s-sorry,” you stammered, your voice shaking uncontrollably. “I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to freak out, Dean... I just—I thought... I thought they were here. I thought—” You gasped for air, the words dying in your throat as the panic roared inside your head. “I thought they were coming to—take me again. To take you.”

Dean’s hand stroked the back of your head, his touch so gentle now that it felt like a lifeline in the storm. “Shh, it’s okay, kid. It’s okay, I know. You don’t have to apologize for this. You don’t have to apologize for being scared. We’ve got you.”

Sam stepped forward, his presence solid and calm. “You’re safe, bug. You’re safe.” He placed a hand gently on your back, and you felt the warmth of it seep through you, grounding you in a way you couldn’t manage to do yourself. “We were just being idiots, messing around. We’re fine. Everything’s okay.”

But the panic still hadn’t stopped. Your body was shaking so badly that you could feel it in your bones. You felt your breath hitch in your chest, and your whole body was still caught in that spiral of fear, the past crashing into the present.

Dean held you tighter, pressing his hand against your back, as though trying to keep the world from falling apart again. “You’re okay,” he murmured. “You’re safe. I swear, we’re not going anywhere.”

You buried your face into his chest, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from floating away. His heart beat strong under your ear, steady and calm, and for a moment, you tried to sync your breathing with his. You tried to make it stop.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered again, apologizing again, your voice breaking with emotion. “I didn’t mean to... freak out. I didn’t mean to...”

Dean’s voice was a low, soothing murmur as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You never have to apologize for that, Y/N/N. Never.” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his face soft, his expression full of something like understanding and regret. Tears were streaming down your face and he pulled you back into him. Your hands clinging to his shirt like he could disappear at any moment. “I know, kid. I know. We’re here. And we’re not going anywhere.” The weight of the fear was still clawing at your chest. You were unable to escape the feeling of terror, but the warmth of Dean’s embrace, his steady hands on your back, and Sam’s quiet presence were grounding you in a way that nothing else could. “You’re okay, Y/N. You’re safe here. You’re with us.”

Your body was still trembling under their touch. The sobs that wracked your chest weren’t stopping, no matter how much you tried to force yourself to breathe through them.

Dean didn’t let go. He held you tighter, his grip never faltering, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your neck in an effort to comfort you. But he knew. He knew this wasn’t something you could easily snap out of. Not after everything. Not after what you’d been through.

The sobs that escaped you were louder now, messy and frantic, and you couldn’t stop them no matter how much you tried to pull yourself together. “I—I’m sorry,” you apologized for the third time, the words coming out in gasps. “I didn’t m-mean to... I didn’t mean to s-scare you. I j-just... I thought... I thought... they were back.”

Dean’s eyes flicked over to Sam, his face unreadable but his jaw tight, his worry clear. Sam’s hand was still resting on your back, but he looked up at Dean, the unspoken communication between them cutting through the chaos in the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Dean’s face, his expression softening but filled with a rawness that made your heart ache.

“Y/N,” Dean whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hands moved to the back of your head, his grip firm and reassuring as he gently pulled you closer to him, as if he could shield you from everything that haunted you. “You don’t have to apologize for this. You don’t have to apologize for being scared, okay? You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

But you couldn’t let go. You really couldn’t stop trembling, couldn’t make your body stop shaking. Your fingers were still gripping his shirt with an intensity that had you nearly pulling the fabric out of place, but you couldn’t loosen your hold. You were too scared. Too broken by the moment. What if they came back? What if it happened again?

“I’m so scared De,” you whimpered through your tears, trying to force the words out between sobs. “I am s-so scared... I thought... what if they come back... or... or... or what if they come for you now.” Your breath hitched with every word, and your voice broke, like each syllable was physically tearing you apart.

Dean’s face softened, his brow furrowing in concern. But he didn’t push you away. He didn’t tell you to calm down. Instead, he just held you tighter, his hands soothing as they ran up and down your back, trying to calm the storm inside of you.

“Shhh, I know you’re scared, I know,” he muttered, his voice low but firm. “They’re not coming back. You’re safe. It’s okay, kid. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, the gesture gentle and familiar, something that always seemed to bring you a little peace when the world felt like it was falling apart. But even that didn’t stop the tears. The panic had dug its claws into you so deep that you couldn’t break free.

You could feel Sam’s presence, feel the steady strength radiating off of him.

“Y/N,” Sam said softly, his voice like a balm against the chaos in your mind. “You’re okay. You’re safe here. We’re right here. You’re with us. You’re home.”

You closed your eyes, trying to pull yourself together. But every time you thought you could calm down, every time you thought your breath might steady, the fear would flood back. It wasn’t something that could be controlled so easily—not after everything that had happened.

Dean’s hands were still running through your hair, the motions so soothing you could feel yourself sinking into his touch. You couldn’t stop holding on to him, couldn’t stop clutching at the fabric of his shirt with all the strength you had left.

You could feel your body shaking against his, your breath hitching with every sob, and you gripped him even tighter. You felt like you were falling apart, like you couldn’t hold yourself together anymore. But Dean didn’t let you go, even as your own body fought against you.

“I’ve got you,” Dean repeated, his voice a steady murmur as you clung to him. “Breathe, kid. Just breathe. We’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere, Y/N. I won’t let it.”

You couldn’t respond. All you could do was grip him tighter, your fingers still twisted in his shirt, the fabric bunched up so tightly you were afraid you might tear it. But he didn’t say anything about it. He just held you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, trying to match your pace, trying to get you to slow down.

Slowly, piece by piece, you let go of the fear. But only because they were there, holding you together.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe enough to let go—just a little.

Because they were right there, keeping you from falling apart.

[jaredpadonlyyyy]

𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙁 𝙎𝙀𝙓

• 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙔, 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏.

• 𝟭𝟴+ 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙐𝙉𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙓 (𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴), 𝙋 𝙄𝙉 𝙑, 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆, 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙀, 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔/𝙉.

𝙎. 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙭 𝙔/𝙉

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Y/N knocked on the door of the abandoned home that Sam was in. Ruby had texted her telling her that Dean was dead and her heart broke the Winchester man. She knows what it feels like to lose someone you truly love. Family is the most painful thing you can lose. She could never wish that upon anyone. Not even her worst enemy, it fucking sucks to feel alone. Sam opened the door and looked down at her. “What do you want?” He asked her as he opens the door to let her walk in. “Ruby texted me, telling me that Dean is dead.” She told him as they walked into the home. “Yeah, well.” He shrugged. He looked really bad and she could see how bad he’s grieving his big brother. She’s had to do it before a long time ago,

She almost sold her soul to bring her brother back from the dead, but Sam and Dean were able to stop her from doing something stupid. Dean had talked her out of it a few times. “Why did ruby text you to come?” He asked her as he leaned on the table and took a bottle of alcohol taking a big gulp. “Because, I’m human and she’s not.” She told the Winchester.

“Well, I don’t want you here.” He told her as she scoffed. “Too bad, you big crybaby, you have no one else. So you either have me, or you have ruby.” She told him as he glared at her. “What the fuck do you want?” Sam asked getting annoyed that she was there. “Look, you saved my ass more times than I can count. The least I could do is be there for you as well.” She told him as the man scoffed shaking his head. “I don’t need you fucking pity.” He told her.

“I don’t pity you!” She snapped at him getting annoyed that he was treating her bad when all she wanted to do was help him. “I know what you’re going through!” She yelled at Sam as he just scoffs. “You don’t know shit.” He said as he took another gulp. Y/N walked over to him and snatched the bottle from his hand. “Hey! Give it back!” He yelled at her trying to take it back. “No! What you’re going to do. Is get yourself together and I’m going to help you hunt down that bitch Lilith.” She told him as he shakes his head. “She’s gone.” He told her as she just shook her head. “Ruby told me she’s back. So, you’re going to get sober and ruby’s going to show you how to use those abilities of yours.” She told the hunter.

A month later Sam was getting a little good at using his abilities. Sometimes he was able to send the demon back to hell, and sometimes Ruby would just have to kill them. Sam was being so impatient and it was starting to work her nerves. She was getting annoyed by his constant bitching and for the thing they cannot control themselves. It irked her a lot.

It’s been a month since Ruby and Y/N started to work with Sam in using his abilities. He was getting better, but it was frustrating him that he couldn’t just kill the demon or send them to hell. “I’ll clean up, you both can go.” Ruby told the two hunters and Sam didn’t hesitate to walk out of the room angry. She sighed walking out after him. They both got to the place he was staying in and takes a couple of pills and drinks more. “Hey, you did good.” She told him.

Sam scoffed “what the fuck are you still doing here y/n.” Sam asked her as she glared at the hunter. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I am not Ruby!” She told him as he nods. She gets that he’s grieving but it was irritating her that he would take it out on her. “All I’m trying to do is help you!” She told him. “You, trying to help me? Since when? All I do is treat you like trash.” He told her as he leans against the table. “Yeah, am I get it. I deserve it. But all I want to do is help you Sam.” She walked closer to the Man.

“I don’t need help from the woman who broke my heart.” He said. “I have ruby, I don’t need you.” He told her, dismissing her. But she shook her head at that. “I don’t want to leave.” She said as she walked closer. He didn’t move and only looked at the woman. She hesitantly reached over and moved his hair to the side. His hazel eyes closing at her touch. One he missed at lot. “I missed you so much.” She softly told him. She got in between his legs her lips hovering over his. “I missed you so much, Sam.” She told him.

He reacted and softly pushed her away. “No, I can’t.” He said as he went to go sit on the bed that most likely Sam had put there. She walked over, taking off her jacket and got in between his legs as he looked to the side. She pulled his face to look at her and she kissed him. Sam’s eyes closed as they both softly kissed, but Sam pulled away. “I said no!” He said to her. “Sam, please.” She told him as her eyes watered. “You left me for another guy, Y/n.” He told her as she shook her head. “It’s something I still regret till this day.” She told him as tears fell from her eyes as he shook his head. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done what you did.” He said as he looked at her again

“I broke it off with him that same day.” She told him. She wasn’t lying about that. It was a mistake what she did. She was drunk and she let the alcohol take control. Sam looked at her. She placed her lips on his again pulling away and kissing down his neck as his breathing started to pick up. “Fuck.” Sam whispered as she grazed her teeth on his neck. Sam, he hasn’t been with anyone since the last time he was with her.

He couldn’t. He still loved her so much. He tried to do it with Madison, the werewolf, but he just couldn’t do it. He told her the reason he couldn’t and she was so understanding. Y/N pulled Sam’s shirt over his head as he did the same with her, her jeans and his jeans coming off, her panties and his boxer shorts coming off. Leaving them both naked in front of each other. She straddled his hips, her bare chest touching with his bare chest. Y/N softly gasp as she felt his rock hard cock on her entrance as they both roughly kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss, kissing down her neck her head being thrown back as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on her skin. She really did miss that feeling of his perfectly shaped lips on her skin. He kissed his way back up, lifting up her body as she grabbed his cock lining it up at her entrance and she slowly slides down both of the hunters gasping as she slides down. “Oh, god.” She moaned softly as Sam hissed feeling how tight she was. She had forgotten how big and long the Winchester hunter was. Once he disappeared inside of her. Sam let her sit, letting her adjust to him again. Meanwhile Sam and Y/N kissed, pulled on each other’s lower lip, suck on each other’s neck leaving marks on them as they both mark each other as their own, and nobody else.

Y/N kissed her way up to his ear, Sam’s eyes closed as he held her hips. “Move.” She whispered and she gasped into his ear as he didn’t hesitate to move her hips. Sam’s mouth falling open as she rolled her hip on his. “Fuck, aah.” She softly moaned as she went slowly up and down. The tip of his dick hitting her cervix. “Fuuck, baby.” Sam groaned as she hugged him closer to her body and him doing the same with her. Y/N moaning into his ear as both of his hands got ahold of her ass and started slamming her into him at a fast pace. “Oh! Oh, god!” She gasped loudly as Sam had his eyes shut hard as he thrusted his hip up into her. “Sam! Aah! Aah!” She felt her legs start to shake. “Sam! I’m coming! Oh fuck!” But he stops.

He takes her off of him. “Hands and knees.” He told her as she shakily turned doing what he asked of her. She could feel her pussy fluttering from her almost orgasm. Sam slapped her ass making her arch her back as she gasped. Sam pumped his cock as his long fingers teased her entrance. “Sam, please.” She begged him. His fingers slid inside of her making her scream out as his fingers went in and out of her in a brutally fast pace. “Don’t stop, fuck! Don’t stop!” She yelled as her legs shook. Sam replaced his fingers with his cock slamming into her. “Aaah!!!” The coil in her stomach about to explode. His cock going in and out of her tight pussy walls as he grunted in pleasure.

Sam grabbed both of her hips and went faster not stopping. “Ooh!!!” She gasped loudly as she lets go her pussy walls clenching hard on his cock as Sam groaned. “Aarugh.” Sam moaned as he felt his cock twitching inside of her, meaning he was about to reach his own high. After she rides out her high. She pushed Sam off of her making him lay down as she got on top of him. She grabbed his dick and she didn’t waist any time sinking down making them both gasp. Y/N because she was sensitive from her orgasm. Sam because he was about to let go when she pushed him off. Y/N started to bounce on him.

Up and down and up and down. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuu—.” Sam gritted his teeth, letting out a low gasp, turning loud as he spill all of his cum inside of her. “Argh!!” Sam tried to stop her but she didn’t stop as she started to shake, her second orgasm hitting her full on force. “Saaaam!!!” She threw her head back as Sam’s cock twitched. Ropes of his white seed painting her walls as he moaned and called her out. Stopping she looked down at his dazed look.

Both were breathing heavily and she could still fee how his cock was twitching. “Oofm.” Sam’s Body twitched as she fell onto his chest looking all fucked out. Both catching their breaths, calming their hearts

Y/N rolled off Sam and she looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes closing as she had gotten tired.

“Fuck, it’s been a while.” Sam said as he stood back up, his dick soften as he pulled up his boxers.

“Now, how about you get dressed and get the fuck out.” He said making her sit up as she looked at him heartbroken that he used her just for sex and now was kicking her out. “But Sam ——.” He interrupted her. “Nah, get the fuck out.” He told her as she nods her head getting up and changing back into her clothes as her eyes watered. “Bye, Sam.” She said.

She walked out and outside she slides down the wall and lets out a loud sob. She knows she fucked up a while back. She knows she shouldn’t not done it, but she did and it was too late to get him to accept her apology. He hated her, and he only used her, to fuck her, to fuck out his grief, to forget about his brother for a little bit. It was meaningless sex to the hunter.

Y/N got up as she wiped her tears. “How’d it go?” Ruby appeared out of nowhere scaring her.

“How do you think?” She sneered as she pushed past her and walked away from the demon.

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I feel like I want to make a pt. 2 to this! Should I? If you have any ideas let a bitch know! Request away!

I also want to start doing tag lists! So if you want to be in my tag list! LMK! In the comment section!

[greypistacchio]

just finished episode 9.12 ("Sharp Teeth"), and it saddens me so much that we DO get to see Garth again, and we DO get to see he's found happiness with his wife Bess. not because I don't like Garth or don't want him to get a happy ending, mind you, but rather because of the parallel it draws between Garth and Bess vs Dean and Lisa.

see, Garth finds himself in a similar situation to Dean's at the beginning of season 6. he's got a wife, he's got a somewhat quiet and normal life, and he's been able to leave the hunt behind and settle down with his partner and her family. then The Horrors come a-knockin' on his door, and he entertains the idea of roturning to hunting now that he's got his werewolf mojo because "he has to make things right". he feels guilty about Kevin's death, because he should've been there with his friend to watch over him, and he thinks it's his duty to carry on protecting the innocent from supernatural threats.

here's what makes me sad about it. Garth gets a choice. while one could try to argue that Dean has always had a choice, we all know that's bullshit. he has been raised to be both a weapon who purges the world from supernatural threats and a shield whose sole life purpose is protecting Sam. it goes against everything he is and sees himself as to reject Sam's request that he return to hunting, and even though he does hesitate to hit the road again at first, as soon as he realises that something's wrong with Sam his need to protect his little brother overpowers everything else.

after all, it's his fault that Sammy came back wrong, isn't it? it was Dean's responsibility to figure out a way to avoid the Hellpocalypse, stop Lucifer before he could possess Sam, and kick his ass back into the cage without any casualties. he was meant to be Michael's vessel, and his refusal to let Michael in was what got Adam possessed then trapped in Hell forever. it was him who failed to come up with a good enough plan, and it was him who failed to stop Sam from killing Lilith so the last seal wouldn't be broken anyway, and it was him who dragged Sam back into the hunt. it has always been his fault, all of it.

so no, he was never actually able to choose. not when he's a Winchester and it's been drilled into his brain that he and Sam are something else entirely. not when he has been told by his father and Heaven and Hell alike that he's got a role to play. not when his presence paints a target on Ben and Lisa's backs, as far as supernatural creatures out for revenge on the Winchesters are concerned. he tried to hold onto what he'd built with Lisa, he really did, but there was never any way to make things work because he wouldn't be able to be both a family man and the world's last hope.

meanwhile, Garth doesn't have to deal with any of that. yes, he feels called to protect people from the supernatural, but he doesn't play a key role in the ongoing war between Heaven and Hell, or in the angels' fall, or in the civil war in Hell between Crowley and Abbaddon. Garth was never burdened with the expectation that he must save everything and everyone at the expense of his life and happiness.

THAT is what's so sad. when they have a chat at the end of episode 9.12, Dean is looking at Garth and seeing himself back when he was with Lisa. when Garth confesses to wanting to make things right, and to feeling guilty about Kevin's death, it's like watching himself wanting to atone for his failure to keep Hell's Gates shut, end Lilith before she opened Lucifer's Cage, stop the Apocalypse, send Lucifer back to his cage without losing Sammy in the process. he felt like he owed it to everyone to make things right, and he felt guilty for all the lives that had been lost in the process.

do you know what he says to Garth? exactly what he wished someone had said to him when he was faced with the same situation. while he might not feel deserving of a single moment of respite, let alone happiness, Dean does wish for a safe home to come back to. it's so painfully obvious in the way he makes himself cozy in the bunker right away. he's happy to have his own bedroom for the first time in his life. he cooks, he takes good care of Sam and Kevin, he adds personal touches to his room such as a picture of him and Mary. oh, Dean is desperate for some domesticity. even if he refuses to allow himself to think he deserves it.

so when he says "You've got something here (...). Don't let that go, okay? You'll never forgive yourself," he means it more than Garth can imagine. he knows he will regret turning his back on the life he's built for himself with Bess because when he was faced with the same choice, he gave up his own happiness with Lisa and Ben. he knows he isn't happy, he knows he let go what he had and he hates that he doesn't feel worthy of ever having anything like that.

it breaks my fucking heart. all the power to Garth of course, hope he lives a long and happy life with Bess!! but it breaks my fucking heart that what Dean encourages him to embrace this thing he's made for himself, it's out of regret and grief. he is happy for Garth, but it's clear as day in his face that he is also grieving the loss of the very same thing when he had the chance to keep it, but instead gave it up.

do you think i can submit this piece as my final thesis to get my Master's in Deanology

[chocol4tte]

Have I told you guys about a certain wangxian au that was kind of dark?

Where in a certain universe, everything is wrong, WWX did survived the siege with terrible wounds and hid A-Yuan in a tree, unaware that the seal he applied to him fell off and he saw him tumbling towards the cave where his gege works... and follows him.

WWX is dying, he is delirious and weak from blood loss, he hid however he could in a corner invisible to the naked eye and just see how A-yuan is crying while walking towards him. As much as WWX enters into a panic as he sees his son A-Yuan with him, he can't move anymore, there is no strenght in his bones to move a muscle no matter how much he wants to send A-Yuan away.

A-Yuan tries to clean some of WWX's blood from his face with his dirty clothes and just, nestles with the man. WWX dies with a lighter heart by not being completly alone in his last moments.

However, A-Yuan becomes sicker than in canon and just a few hours by resting with WWX's corpse, he develops a fever and just dreams. A-Yuan succumbs to his fever, forever resting with WWX.

Days later, after WWX's cave was robbed of his scrolls and spells, LWJ with fresh wounds from the disciplinary whip, is looking for something... someone, anything! Something that gives him hope. Alas, when he plans to leave the cave, there he sees them, WWX and A-Yuan. LWJ is destroyed by the sight of their corpses, so peacefully resting, he sobs uncontrolably, without holding himself back. How could he? His soulmate, his equal, and the inocent child that brought a small spark of joy in them were no longer in this realm.

He doesn't notice how long he is crying his heart out, yet he somehow gathered enough force to carry both corpses for a proper burial, after that he would play the guqin and make sure that their souls are well rested... and then... and then he would continue living in grief.

LWJ takes them both on his arms and walks, he doesn't have enough energy to fly with Bichen, and with a heavy infection on his back, he just walks. He tumbles and almost falls to the ground constantly, forgoten is his image of a pristine cultivator, he is but a man who feels as if the world already ended and there was almsot nothing else to be there for.

He manages to find another cave, hopefully far away from the Burial Mounds, and leaves WWX and A-Yuan resting together... just when he tries to get up again but he can't, he have exhausted himself to the point of his body refusing to move. He knows he needs to bury them, let them rest and let their souls enter the reincarnation cycle as soon as possible, he knows he has to do this, and yet, he can't move an inch. LWJ closes his eyes just for a brief moment and collapses.

By the time he wakes up, he is disoriented, thirsty, hungry, and with a fever. LWJ glanced at WWX and A-Yuan to his horror, the bodies had began the stage of decomposition. He tries to reach for WWX, for any of the two of them, but his body is so heavy... maybe. Just maybe. He thinks with a heavy heart, maybe he can rest with them, maybe is his time too. A small, selfish part of him just hopes that they are waiting for him.

With great challenges, LWJ manages to stand up and carry the bodies one by one, there in the cave, there is no day or night, no one sect to hunt WWX down for his demonic cultivation, no cultivators hunting little A-Yuan for being a Wen. A cave with no memory their tomb.

They entered to the core of the cave, and there, he sat with WWX in one side and A-Yuan in the other, his fever still making him dizzy and weak, his back burning with an infection that could kill any cultivator. LWJ just talks, or so he thinks he does.

He confesses his feelings for WWX, how, if offered another oportunity he would court WWX correctly, protect him from everyone, possibly adopt A-Yuan and teach him to be a righteous cultivator that exceeds them. If they reincarnate together, LWJ confessed, he would gladly be the ink of his brush, the ribbon that hold his hair, the shadow that accompanied him for the moment WWX would be born, anything, just to be with him just one more time.

Huanguanjun dies sitting with two other corpses, protecting them from the world.

That's it, until his body is found by the Jiang sect months later. They keep quiet of WWX's skeletonized body, however they do report finding LWJ's and a child skeleton to the Lan sect.

LWJ's body rests over a table, ready for a proper burial, LXC is heartbroken by his little brother's death, that he is unaware when LWJ's body rises up with black veins in his neck and walks away, searchign for A-Yuan and WWX's bodies.

I would continue this later, its 2 am and honestly didn't think I would go for a second part, let alone, I don't consider to make this a fic any time soon :,)

[ieatedyourcrayons]

Run or die.

creepypasta fanfic, this was an idea from someone

“The Mc is not willing and is trying to fight back and escape. I've never seen a fanfic like that before. That would be very interesting and will probably hook me. No love interest, the mc and the pastas are not interested. Outplay or get played.” @akashic06072007

all pictures from pinterest.

Trigger warnings for violence, Weapons, Intrusion, kidnapping, blood, fighting, and a gun. some only briefly mentioned.

Your night was going just like any other night. You got off work and set your shoes by the door before microwaving left overs from last night.

While you were sitting at the table eating your food with a youtube video playing in the background, a knock sounded on your door. Your mind is filled with so many questions.

“Who knocks on someone’s door at 11:30 at night?” you mumble to yourself as you sit up from your chair. The mystery person knocks again, louder this time.

“Give me a second!” you holler to the door as you make you way over to it. You huff annoyingly as you open the door, not even thinking to check the peep hole.

After you swing the door open you’re greeted by two , tall, masked men. One has a white mask with eyeliner and a tan jacket on, the other man is very tall. He has a hoodie on and is dressed in all black with a blue mask, the mask has an odd substance leaking out of it.

You stare at both the men with confusion and attitude. “It’s not Halloween.” You say bluntly to them as you cross your arms.

The man with the white mask huffs and the one with the blue mask replies, “Oh we know. These aren’t costumes.”

“Well what do you want?” You huff out, still annoyed about them banging on your door this late, and now your food is getting cold.

“You need to come with us.” The man with the white mask grumbles. “You don’t have an option.” The taller one adds.

“Uhm. No, you’re delusional if you think i’m stupid enough to go with you. Get away from my house.” You spit back before you start closing the door.

The man with the blue mask quickly puts his hand on the door and stops you from closing it. He shoves it open, nearly hitting you with the door.

“What part of no option do you not understand?” The man growls at you. The man behind him pulls out his gun and point it at you.

Your body is filled with fear and regret. Regret for opening the door, and fear for your life. “They won’t actually kill me? right?” You think to yourself as you slowly back up.

Sweat drips down your forehead and you find it hard to speak or breathe. You’re hoping that this is just a bad dream and you’ll be awake soon, but you know better.

“Oh? now you’re scared?” The man with the gun teases. “Let’s go.” The taller one says as he grabs your arm and leads you out the house.

His grip on you arm is firm and secure, hes not letting you go either. The man with the gun stays close behind. The gun is pointed at you back, ready to go off if you dare try anything.

After what felt like hours of walking you guys end up in a clearing in the middle of the woods. The clearing had tables set up with a few people sitting at them. They all looked distressed and on edge.

As you walk further into the clearing you’re directed to sit at a table with a few other people. The people at the table turn to look at you, fear behind their eyes. What have they seen?

“Don’t move.” The man with the gun says into your ear before he slowly directs the gun off your back. His voice in your ear sends shivers down your spine. You know this isn’t good, you have a feeling someone is getting hurt. It won’t be you, you won’t let it.

A voice breaks the silence. “We have gathered you here today for a very good reason… To hunt.” The voice came from the tall man in the blue mask. Standing behind him is the man with the white mask, a man with a bloody smile, a man with a black mask with a red smile, and a few others.

Everyone turned their attention to the group of freaks standing up front. “For us to hunt.. let’s clarify that.” The one known as “Jeff the Killer” speaks up with amusement. He grins wide with manic eyes.

‘For them to hunt..?’ You question to yourself. Everyone around you looks just as confused as you are, a few scared, one girl started crying.

“Please don’t cry.. that’s ruins it” Jeff groans, genuinely annoyed with the woman’s sobbing that doesn’t let off.

She continues crying, not even hearing Jeff. “Just wanna go home” She cries.

You feel awful for the poor girl. You have to get out of here. This is insane. “Am i dreaming?”

“Your only goals are to run or hide… or just die..” The eyeless Jack shrugs nonchalantly. “starting now..” He adds.

Everyone at the tables kinda stays there a second before one of the guys takes off into the woods, others follow right after. We all branch into different parts of the woods. A few faint screams and yells can be heard. The girl who was crying earlier sadly gave up.

Your lungs scream in protest as your running doesn’t stop. You can hear a few footsteps and screams sound around you but you don’t stop. You can’t stop.

Your feet hit the ground with so much force, pushing you faster and faster. You nearly slip after you run into some mud, but after quickly rebalancing you pick the pace back up.

After more running the sound of someone running behind you alerts you. You take a glance behind your shoulder and there is Toby running after you, axe coated in blood in his hand.

You quickly look back and center your thoughts on surviving and your feet so you don’t trip. You have no idea what you’re going to do if you survive this. How is one supposed to just move on with life after something like this?!

Your thoughts are going a mile a minute, but so is toby. He’s catching up quick and it’s sending anxiety through your veins.

Toby catches you quickly. He jumps on to you, sending you both tumbling down the forest floor. Toby lands on top of you , his axe flew somewhere else. Toby sits on your hips and stares down at you with blood thirsty eyes.

You waste zero time or extra thought and land a blow straight to his nose. Your punch sends him rolling back and you quickly get out his grip and stand up, running over to grab his axe before running further into the woods.

Toby doesn’t notice that you’ve taken off with his axe as he’s too busy gripping his nose that’s now gushing blood and cussing you out.

“Gah.. Idiot, Why did i choose that one?!?” He groans

Toby is sitting with his legs tucked under him as he groans and holds his nose. Masky runs over to him after hearing his complaints as he was passing by.

“What happened to you?!? Get up she’s gettin away!” Masky yells at him.

“Can you not see the blood on my face?!” Toby yells back sarcastically.

“Yeah obviously i see that but you act like it hurts. You can’t feel pain!” He yells back.

“It’s still annoying!” Toby yells back as he looks up at masky.

“Where’s your axe?” Masky says as he looks around.

“..what?? my axe??” Toby says with worry in his tone as he looks around and quickly stands up. Patting his sides hopping it would be there.

“You lost it?!?” Masky says annoyed.

“I just had it!” He groans as he grabs his face. Toby is always hard on himself whenever he makes the smallest mistakes.

The interaction between the two boys gave you plenty of time to get very close to the edge of the forest. You can faintly hear the sound of cars passing as you continue running forward.

You throw the axe on the ground as you no longer need it because how close you are to freedom. You’re covered in dirt, sticks, and blood from the fall. Your legs are close to giving out and your lungs feel dry, But you don’t stop running.

Toby came to the realization that it was you who stole his axe and rage fills his body as he takes off running in the direction you went. Masky is left there confused as Toby says nothing when he runs away.

You approach the forest edge and run through the last of the trees. You Nearly run into ongoing traffic before you stop yourself and collapse to the floor.

“Yes! yes!!” you scream in relief as your lie on the grass. A police cruiser pulls over next to the woods and the cop exits through car with his gun in hand.

“Wait no, Please i just.. i just..” You go to defend yourself, but finding yourself unable to breathe as the adrenaline leaves your veins and all the running and falls hit you like a brick.

“You just what?” The cop responds with concern, but he leaves his gun drawn.

“That was the worst thing i’ve ever been through. i almost died!” You cry out to the cop who is extremely confused.

“Get in the car.” The cops tells you before calling someone on his work phone. You waste zero time limping over to the police car and sliding in the back seat. Bucking the seatbelt after shutting the door.

The gets in the car and begins driving to the police station. Toby stands at the edge of the woods and watches as the car drives away, making eye contact with you for a brief second.

None of them actually expected anyone to get away. No one ever has. All of them retreat and head back to their respective places, fearing of them getting caught now that the police have a survivor.

[echantedtoon]

MINE: LowerMoons

Yandere Upper Moons if you had a significant other or if they found out you were in love with someone else. No duh that they'd most likely kill them but this is a more in depth dive into it. Rui is written as PLATONIC in this!

Warnings for mentions of cannibalism and death.

ENMU:

-This man here loves to play mind games. He'll slowly but surely torment your lover by giving him nightmares of you having another lover, leaving him, or worse cheating. He'll make doubt grow in his his mind. You have no idea where his sudden suspicions of you cheating came from. Suddenly he was suspicious of every smile you gave, every friendly wave you gave the neighbors, and even chasing off a male friend of yours when you both just hugged good bye.

-Enmu would giggle in sadistic glee as you two argued more and more cuz of his controlling behavior. You were tired of the accusations and suspicions. All because of some stupid DREAMS!! Even when you proved him wrong he STILL didn't believe you. It was when he tried to control you saying you couldn't see ANY of your male friends anymore and weren't allowed to talk to any men but him and your family that you finally broke up with him and booted him from your home. Only then would Enmu give him one last nightmare. He had his fun now and so he'd give your ex lover a final farewell that'd scare him to death.

KYOGAI:

-Hes very sensitive to when it comes to you or his work. So he'll just eat him while you're kept in a separate room in his mansion or if he's lost the ability to eat humans, he'll cut him to pieces with a drum.

HAIRU:

-He prefers not to get his hands dirty however learning someone already has your heart will send him into a tissy. Might even have to blow his head off again just to calm himself down. Once he does, he'll most likely send a pack of his shadow hounds to hunt your poor husband or if he feels real personal, he has a sniper for a reason.

RUI:

-Rui already has a father that's a great husband to you! He doesn't want or need another one and do so you! You're crying in webs as he does end him. Depending on if he has his 'family' do it or he does it himself determines if you're now dead ex is eaten, poisoned, beaten, or all of the above.

UBUME:

-Similar to Nakime you won't tell if she's angry or not and she doesn't believe in wasting time over this nonsense. So she'll quickly end him and move on with your lives together.

YAHABA:

-Now he really doesn't like getting his hands dirty. He'll use those arrows of his and carry your ex lover high enough to where when he drops him there's no chance of survival.

SUSAN ARU:

-Very little patience. So when she sees him it's on whether people are around or not. One good throw or kick from her ball will crush him in an instant. At least it's a quick death.

KAMANUE/MUKAGO/WAKURABA/ROKURO:

-They'll eat him to get stronger.

[waihtie]

Let's hope this keeps working for forever

Season 5 Episode 3 - Free to be You and Me

○ Jessica appearing to Sam in a dream. She's here to tell him to stop running from himself bc he can't

Not dreaming? Hallucinating?

○ Sam burning all his fake credentials 😢

Dean out hunting without him

Sad music playing. So dramatic.

Sam's working in a bar?? He really tryna live a normal life

○ Dean is trying so hard not to kiss him

The second convo just inches away from eachother in 90 seconds

Cas needs Dean's help bc he wants to trap and interrogate the Archangel Raphael, bc he won't kill Dean bc Michael needs his body

And there's number three. "Personal space" my ass

○ Sam's not gonna be able to stay out of all this apocalyptic stuff

○ Cas wants to tell this person the truth about angels lol

^ You sure do.

*while fixing his tie. This whole episode is so sexually charged, and I'm not even 11 minutes in, including the recap

FBI Cas 🥺:

How can someone older than humanity in and of itself be so babygirl. The OG babygirl, I guess

Lmao he's telling the cop it's demons and angels causing the problems

○ Sam's tempted to call Dean, but called Bobby instead 🥺

I knew he couldn't stay out of it

(just to tell someone to get on a case here. Bobby told him to go himself, but in a more sarcastic way)

○ Cas just casually popped in from Jerusalem with holy oil. Says it's very rare, but they don't seem to ever not have any

○ Dean using his last night on earth move, smooth. Great, now he's pushing for answers in a way that could only be subtle to Cas

○ Dean's first two thoughts when he finds Cas has never gotten down dirty:

1. Pointing out a non-canonically gay couple

2. He's not gonna let Cas die a virgin

○ Bobby did end up sending hunters. They want Sam's help, but no go (for now I'm guessing)

○ CAS'S FACE MY GAWD. Gay panic if I ever did see

○ How does he know all about this girl and her family, but never seems to know anything about anyone ever again?

Dean saying it's been years since he's laughed like that 🥺🩷

○ This girl telling Sam there's nothing anyone can do that they can't be forgiven or change. I hope he takes it to heart. He's a good kid.

○ Cas calling Raphael. That was hot

○ I love how Dean's never afraid to shit talk even archangels (and eventually God himself)

○ I also love Cas's face when Dean tells Raphael trapping him was Cas's idea

Raphael says God is dead

○ The 3 hunters that came to Sam are now 2. He knows Sam started the apocalypse. This isn't gonna end well.

I also also love Sam's puppy-dog eyes in this conversation

Let's just assume anytime this 3 boys do anything, I love it, unless I hate it. But it's usually love. And there's no in between.

○ Raphael says they just want Paradise. It's a godless world, and they are tired.

Cas isn't buying that God is dead. Someone brought him back.

Raphael says Lucifer could've, bc he needs rebellious angels

○ Cas is power. Direct opposite of 🥺. Get a man that can do both.

^ to one of the most powerful beings in existence.

○ Those hunters have Sam's lady friend. Either he drinks demon-blood, or they kill her.

They force fed it to him. Dude's been drugged on top of all the other shit.

He's mentally getting stronger tho 🩷 Didn't kill the guy when he had the chance

○ Awee Dean trying to relate to Cas, and telling him about the time he went looking for his own missing father

"When all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart that he was alive"

He's comforting Cas. I love that for them

Dean telling Cas that he's happy, and Cas just blips out mid-sentence. Abandonment-Issues really did find himself a Can-Fly-Away-On-A-Dime.

○ Another Jessica hallucination/dream thing

"You're wrong. People can change, there is reason for hope"

YOU TELL HER, BABY

"No Sam, there isn't"

WOAH JESSICA IS ACTUALLY LUCIFER DISGUISING HIMSELF

He says this Nick can't hold him for long, but doesn't he for the whole show? Well I guess he's in Hell most of it, and that's not his physical body.

^ How's this boy ever supposed to forgive himself and find self-worth. He almost started to, but

HE SAYS SAM IS HIS VESSEL

So the rib markings are stopping him from finding Sam's location, but not from being there non-physically?

"I'll never lie to you, I'll never trick you, but you will say yes to me." The same way he got Nick

Cas's faith is something to note these episodes. He has so much.

[galeorderbride]

By the Lyre’s Tune - Wyll x F!Tav

Summary: post-Raphael defeat, Wyll takes Tav to the now quiet House of Hope for a romantic escape.

An early Valentine’s Day gift to fellow Wyll lovers out there :) here is some smutty goodness with our favourite Blade of Frontiers and a non-descriptive female Tav. This man deserves more sexy, he’s hot asf.

Anyway, 18+ for obvious reasons (tags listed below the cut with the fic).

Enjoy babes xx

Tags: piv sex, oral (f receiving), hand stuff, no protection hehe

Words: 4.8K

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It was almost over.

The elder brain felt so close yet so far. They’d killed Orin for her Netherstone, freed the Gondians and Ulder Ravengard from the Iron Throne, and now defeated Raphael in his House of Hope to get the Orphic Hammer. Everything felt like it was coming together, and somehow, that brought Tav more anxiety. Stacks the cards high enough and they’re bound to fall.

She wasn’t without support. Back at the Elfsong, she sat beside the fireplace and toyed with the little acorn Wyll gave her after freeing his father. A symbol of unity, of devotion for life, not just a simple proposal but a promise of commitment in spite of all both of them had been through. She wasn’t only overjoyed by the thought of becoming Mrs. Ravengard after all of this ended, but also that he’d come so far in accepting himself as he was. Enough to open up to her in the most intimate way, to feel comfortable sharing his life with someone.

In the fuss of the final days before hunting the brain, Tav and Wyll hadn’t had much time to bask in their new phase of romance. For what felt like the first time in ages, Tav actually had a night to breathe, choosing to contemplate by the fire after dinner while others readied for bed. She let her eyes lose focus and warm in the sienna flame, as if the fire could heal her woes through her irises. Grounded only by the smooth edge of the acorn danced in her palm and the way her heart swelled at the thought of it.

“There you are! I wondered where you were hiding,” a harmonious voice said behind her, warm and comforting just like the fire.

Wyll sat next to her, the glow creating a brimstone fantasy against his infernal horns. His sending stone eye twitched with the fiery crackle. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, forgetting completely about the fire. A timeless beauty to him, rugged and handsome but gentle, naturally emanating a generous radiance as if he were touched by every god in Ao’s pantheon. In between the lines of his organic decency, she’d catch the various scars and marks on the exposed parts of his body. All the memories of battles hard fought and won, always in the honour of others. He was a hero Tav didn’t know could exist outside of old stories.

“Sorry for hiding away,” she said, feigning a sigh, “I’m so tired I can hardly remember why I decided to sit here in the first place.”

He chuckled, “No apologies needed. I think the long journey is finally getting to us. Having that weight on your shoulders for months is unbearable. No mortal is strong enough to take that in stride all the time, my love.”

Tav took shelter in him immediately, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. The scent of him carried in a comforting waft, cedar and hints of orange. A small amount of sweat from the fire building on his neck and shoulders. Being next to him was enough to send a shiver down her spine, spellbound by how everything about him was completely, ceaselessly beautiful. Despite how exhausted she was, the primitive part of her brain filled her body with a heat separate from the flames.

Still leaning on his shoulder, she breathed out, “I wish we could run off together tonight. Just lie together with nothing and no one around. I know it’s silly, we have so many things to do. But do you ever feel tempted to just escape from it all?”

He let out a blissful sigh, contemplating the wonderful thought of running off somewhere with Tav where no one could bother them. There were so many possibilities. The beaches by Wyrm’s Rock, hidden wings in the castle with unoccupied guest rooms and baths, even an empty ballroom where they could dance the nights away. All fantasies of a life he didn’t think he’d ever achieve. If he wasn’t already motivated to give his all in defeating the elder brain, a life of tenderness with Tav was a strong bonus.

An idea popped into his head, occurring at the same time Tav began to caress her fingers against his forearm. The hairs on his skin stood on end, a wave of warmth rushing through his abdomen and extremities. Her nails scratched gently, but enough to stimulate the parts of his flesh sending signals to the rest of him. An energy filled with palpable desire that demanded attention. She was his now, and he was hers. And the exclusivity of her touch was like lightning against him.

“It’s risky, but what if I could give that to you? If just for the night, maybe we could run off somewhere,” he said.

Her attention raised, “What do you mean? Where would we go?”

He took her hand and lifted them both to a stand. Towering over her in heroic glory and youthful confidence. While he wasn’t as tall and large as Halsin, Wyll was an example in how bravado could inspire a gravitational pull, sometimes seeming a foot taller than he actually was. Not forgetting the broad shoulders that always piqued her interest.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. She felt the sparkling bubble of temporal magic on her hands as he held them.

“Of course I do, Wyll,” she replied, despite the fact that she’d figured out he was magically about to transport them somewhere. Given all they were up against, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little anxious. But she had her hero with her, and Wyll made sure everything was alright no matter what.

“Close your eyes,” he said, letting the magic take over them as he lowered down to kiss her softly. Golden energy flew around them while she lost herself in the serenity of his lips on hers. His arm snaked around her waist, their bodies glued together as they transitioned to the place he had in mind.

Around them, golden vines and gilded intricacies began to form. The wooden floor of the Elfsong became shiny marble under their feet. A large pool of bubbling warm water took over the entire centre of the room, red velvet pillows, trays of fresh fruit and carafes of sweet wine bordering every inch. Red carpet lined each hexagonal angle, leading to the back wall where a large bed with maroon cushions lay dormant. Waiting for occupation. A glowing chandelier overlooking everything and just above the water: a lyre, playing by itself a calming, seductive melody.

Tav recognized the place in seconds. A boudoir they’d just returned from mere days ago after killing Raphael: the House of Hope.

“Wyll, what are we doing here? It’s dangerous to be here alone even without Raphael,” she asked, letting her eyes dart across every inch of the vacant boudoir.

“Not while Hope has her influence. She may not have a hold on this place for long, but while she does, we can have some peace here,” he explained, locking his fingers between hers and leading her deeper into the room, “Besides, Mizora can’t bother us here. No one can.”

True, Tav had grown tired of the damned cambion’s mocking and musing even after Wyll had escaped his pact. Every time she caught them sharing a kiss or dancing on the balcony, Tav could hear her wretched giggles in the background. Like a teenager poking fun at the school reject. At the worst of times, Wyll had to keep Tav back with the temptation to beat the devil into a pulp for all the harm she caused the love of her life. Consequences be damned, though Wyll always had a cooler head.

Without the fear of Raphael or his minions, the boudoir was a hedonistic sort of beautiful. The humid scent of lavender and steam emanating from the water, mixing with the spice of incense hanging from the ceiling. The lyre’s glimmering tune sends her into a spell of temptation, and she doesn’t feel so nervous anymore. Hope’s aura did change the way this place felt. They were still steeped in Avernus, of course, but this house felt like a haven now. A tiny, bordered shelter away from the evils of outside.

Tav grinned, feeling the little acorn in her pocket. “Only you could make a devil’s boudoir a romantic getaway.”

“I haven’t even gotten started,” he said, “Come here.”

In the midst of the lyre’s tune, he moved her hands in the position of a romantic, swaying dance. The swish of the waterfalls in the pool guided their tiny steps beside the boudoir’s bed. She tried not to recall Haarlep’s former presence there, and decided if they were to do anything intimate tonight, they’d stay away from the mattress. Although, if he led her there right now, she’d have a hard time protesting.

For now, she just let herself get lost in the courtly dance. He moved so naturally, the same as he did when he swung his rapier toward a foe and casted an eldritch blast with no effort. She hadn’t admitted this to him yet, maybe one day she would, but she’d fallen in love the moment he took down that goblin at the grove. Stronger when she saw him training the tiefling children. Stronger again when he chose to go against his pact and save Karlach. There were countless moments in between. Reminding her whenever he twirled her around, happy to do so just to hear her laugh.

As they danced, he began to speak, “When I first proposed, I didn’t have anything to give you. Not even a real ring. No bed or fire. Just us and the moonlight, and you accepted me anyway. I love you for that, for everything. But I want to give you at least something—well, deserving. I cannot give you the palace I wish to yet, but perhaps this will do for now? You and I, in this former strange boudoir that we could turn into an enchanted temple.”

“In another life, you were a poet, Wyll Ravengard,” Tav said, bringing her hand to his cheek, “I’ve no need for a castle. I’d take a dirty patch of ground if you were next to me on it.”

He smiled, pressing his forehead to hers, sheltered under the curvature of his horns. A part of him she made sure he knew she loved any chance she had. This time, craning her neck upward to place tiny kisses on both of them. Her body shivered at the sound of his small breaths, growing more laboured with every peck of her lips on the rugged surface.

His hands caressed up her raised arms, up to her wrists and resting there at his horns. Drawing her face downward so he could kiss her once more, less chaste and far more passionate than before. The taste of him like fresh mint on her tongue, he flirtatiously nipped at her bottom lip. Tav giggled into his embrace, dropping her hands down to his shoulders and hooking them over.

She appreciated how he liked taking things slow when they first started their romance. How many times had she been with others too fast only to be disappointed in the end? Left with nothing but a hasty fling and an insatiable void. Wyll wanted all things to last, even if that meant gratification was a bit delayed. When he proposed, their first night together was beautiful—but rushed. They had no shelter, hardly any privacy, and worried they’d be attacked by any of their multiple enemies. Not to mention, Mizora, who insisted on sticking with them until the elder brain was defeated and forced Wyll to stay in his pact for several more months, pestered them from afar. Reaching into Wyll’s head and mocking him, distracting him. Tav had to use a silencing spell just to keep her voice away.

Now, they had none of that. Just the calming rush of the water and the tune of the lyre. There was an element of silliness to know this was formerly Raphael’s boudoir, but that was the past. Here, they were untouchable other than for one another. They could take their time.

Pulling away from his kiss, her eyes flickered to the warm, vacant pool of steaming water. “Care for a swim?”

Tav confidently kicked off her shoes and took a few steps back. At the edge of the large bath, she had Wyll watch as she slowly, painstakingly removed her clothing. Beginning with the buttons on her pants, taking satisfaction in his joyful sighs as she exposed the flesh of her legs and hips. Next was her pale blue corset, unlacing the brown string while Wyll took a seat in one of the chaises.

He sat back, muscular arm around the back and taking her in like entertainment. His own, personal nymph in a temple of Sune. The glow of the chandelier under her as she swayed her hips back and forth in a seductive dance, each movement revealing more skin. Wyll struggled with the tightening fabric of his pants, already harder than he ever deemed possible when the corset finally fell from her torso. Her breasts were exposed and perky in the candlelight, a sight so beautiful that he thought it belonged in a great portrait in a grand hall. Now that he’d seen her in the light, the dark illumination of the moon and stars would never satisfy again.

She turned her body away from him, teasing his eyes by tucking her fingers into the lining of her underwear. Pulling and prodding at the fabric but never bringing them down. He tugged at the bulge in his pants, longing to release his cock and chase her into the water until she had nowhere to run. Tav hypnotized him like no other, with each move of her shapely hips and flirtatious bite of her bottom lip, a playful side of her meant only for him.

Wyll stood from the chaise, “You are an insatiable tease, you know that? What have I done to suffer so as not to see the rest of that perfect body?”

Tav laughed, quietly giving in to his pleas and removing her underwear. She didn’t wait for him to undress before she backed into the water, sighing blissfully at the sensation of warmth on her ankles, consuming the rest of her body as she sank into the depths. The whole time, she watched Wyll undress, quicker than her and wasting no time in joining her. Fixed on the beautiful rivets and curves of his muscular, toned body, Tav’s fingers found purchase between her thighs. Teasing herself to the image of her religiously gorgeous man, infernal ridges embedded in his scarred skin like the personification of a hellish battle.

A light moan escaped her lips, giving herself away. She never had the upper hand for too long when he always managed to wrap her around his finger. He wouldn’t gloat about it, just chuckle at her and smirk. Words weren’t needed for the blade of frontiers, but he sometimes gave them anyway.

“Have I kept you waiting too long, my love? Let me remedy that,” he said, climbing into the water and swimming over to her. They met at the centre of the pool, pushing their bare bodies together as they let the water whirl them around. Her legs wrapped around his waist, feeling his erection against her thighs and lightly rubbing against her core. He felt how wet she was even under the water, unable to resist wrapping his arms around her back and pressing her chest onto his.

Everything was gradual with him, including the teasing graze of his lips against hers, never quite going for the full kiss. His breath was warm and inviting on her mouth, pulling her forward as she melted further into his embrace. His hand trailed down from her spine, crossing the arch of her back like a hillside all the way down to the peak of her rear. The rough squeeze of his hand on her supple flesh made her buckle to temptation, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip until they fell into a sultry, heavy make out. She had far less patience than him, letting her hands wander about his body in a more frenzied rhythm than his slow, passionate grasp of her bottom. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t fill him with mischievous joy, knowing the effect he had on her.

Overcome with need, she felt herself ready to cry at his touch. Her words were nothing but desperate, lusty whines as she said, “I want you—please. Don’t make me beg, Wyll.”

“Your wish is my command, my love. Turn around, let me please you,” he whispered, but never quiet enough to hide the smooth, sensual voice of his. The one that knew all the right words to say, all the ways to make her feel adored and worshipped.

Standing in the middle of the pool, waist deep, Tav turned so her back was against his chest. Her head leaned into the crux of his neck and shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the feathery tickle of his fingers finding place on her body. Right hand nestled from her stomach to her chest, massaging her breast and toying with her raised nipple hard enough to produce that exciting tingle. Left hand went from the ridge of her hip, down to the top of her thigh and finally resting between her legs. His fingers began to circle beautifully around her clit, just as he started to kiss and suck on her ear. He had to be as close as possible, practically glued to her just so he could hear clearly her tiny, pleasure filled whimpers.

“Oh, Wyll, how do you make that feel so good?” She asked, still letting her head hang back on his shoulder as she let him build her to a coming climax. Her body had never responded to someone so easily, somehow feeling every single stroke of his finger on her swollen clit. How she ached to move more, grind her hips harder yet restrained by his strong arms around her. Her only option was to submit to his movements, his middle and index fingers pushing between her lips and occupying each side of her clit. A perfect spot to bring her over the edge.

In the midst of sucking on her earlobe and breathing into her nape, he said in a gentle tone, “Come for me, my love. I want to see you fall apart for me. Show me how much you want it.”

Tav couldn’t reply before she felt the addicting wave of an orgasm flow over her. She sunk her nails into his arms, his other hand still playing with her breasts as she rode out her finish. She let out a soft but desperate moan, struggling out his name as she reached the comedown period. Blood rushed to her cheeks, reddening her face as a thin layer of sweat permeated her brow. Locked in his arms, she felt tempted to fall asleep against him, already tired from the first climax. Knowing him, that wasn’t even half the night.

Wyll moved his hand from her core to her chin, lifting her face to pull her into another passionate kiss. His other hand never left her body, from breast down to navel and tickling the side near her ribs. “I cannot get enough of those sounds you make. Just when I thought my luck ran out, and you popped into my life. I want to show you how thankful I am. How deeply I love you.”

At this point, she was ready to let him do whatever he wanted. Take her right here in the middle of the pool, or move her to the bed despite her prior reservations about it. As long as he was all over her body and never separated, staying with her all night in a fiery barrage of passion.

“I love you, too, Wyll. Stay close to me, keep your hands on me,” she said, happy to get lost in him and forget about all the problems that waited for them in the outside world.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said with a smile. He moved back in front of her, his hands grabbing her hips and moving her to the edge of the warm pool. A jet hit the base of her spine, the hard current of water massaging her already loosened muscles. She was limp, moving easily to his command as he laid her down on the pillows at the edge, her legs still dangling in the water. He rested himself between her legs, perfectly aligned to her pelvis as he pushed his erect cock against her dripping cunt.

Beside their writhing bodies was an uncorked bottle of Arkhen’s Hoard and a tray of green and purple grapes. He hovered over her, taking a grape into his mouth and sharing the other end with her. Their mouths joined as they each bit into the fruit, sweet juice staining their lips and tongues. Tav wrapped her legs around Wyll’s waist, tightening against him as she tried to maneuver him to slide inside. Pushing him forward in a silent plea to fuck her as they played with the crushed grape in their seductive kiss. Each time, he fought against it, unable to contain his glib smile as he continued to tease her entrance but never put it in. He liked hearing her whine for him, mewl between the caress of his tongue gliding against her teeth.

“Not quite yet, my love. Let me enjoy this,” he said, voice levelled and dark with lust. “Enjoy you.”

She watched in anticipation, arms splayed around her head and back arched against the silken pillows underneath. Wyll reached for the bottle of Arkhen’s Hoard, taking in the faint scent of tobacco and raspberry before dribbling a little into the valley between her breasts. Just enough for him to taste, licking the blood red droplets off her skin. Slowly, he made sure every inch of her was clean of the wine, until he poured a bit more. Lower this time, liquid threatening to seep onto the most sensitive spot that begged for his attention. His fingers embedded themselves into the flesh of her hips, the muscles in his back arching gorgeously as his mouth trailed south.

She moaned heavily, running her fingers through her hair to cope with the immeasurable pleasure of his tongue finally meeting with her core. Legs spread and resting on his shoulders, he enjoyed her just as he said—consumed her. The taste of her essence combining with the tart bite of wine sending him to a place better than any afterlife he could imagine. His hungry moans danced with the tune of the floating lyre, the music leading them both into a state of euphoria. He could feel her cunt throbbing under his tongue as he gently lapped against her clit, sliding down and up across the opening his cock ached to be inside.

Tav worked through the sensitivity of having finished before, doing her best to fight for a second climax. She focused on the smooth, wet stroke of his tongue hitting just the spot she liked. Happy to have someone who paid attention to her wants, was intuitive to her needs. Wyll was a fast learner, he recognized which moans hinted at the right spots, and the fact that when he flicked his tongue against her, she’d buck her hips into his face. He craved her approval, to get her over the edge again so she was well taken care of. His right hand wandered from the flesh of her ass up to her breast, once again playing with her supple, pink nipple with the tip of his thumb.

“Gods above, you are amazing!” She breathed out as she began to feel that tightening tingle in her lower abdomen. Muscles and nerves contracted in a symphony of ecstasy as she let herself go in his mouth, toes pointed and dragging along his chiseled back. Her head spun into a blizzard of nonsense as she came, drunk on his touch and feral for him. For Tav, her need for him was no longer a thing of desire, but of utter survival. She feared she’d die if he didn’t ravish her.

Wyll couldn’t handle it anymore, cock almost sore from how hard he was. The lack of stimulus drove him to the point of madness. He moved up, his entire body covering hers as he lowered down and kissed her furiously, tasting herself on his tongue. His lips were slick with her orgasm, slippery against her face. Sweat lined their bodies, mixing with the water residue and the humidity of the boudoir. The scent of sex and vanilla permeated the room as he sheathed his cock inside of her soaked entrance. Both of them moaned in tandem, Wyll’s breath shivered as he drowned in the tight warmth of her welcoming cunt, gooseflesh on her neck at the sound of it.

His strong arms pinned her down on either side, his fingers replacing hers in her perspired hair, pulling gently. Their foreheads pressed together as he began to thrust in a slow but firm rhythm, letting Tav adjust the stretch that burned in the best way. His sizable length pushed against her walls in a delicious claim of her body, arms still wrapped in her hair as if he’d fall if he let go.

“Tav, love of my life, tell me you belong to me. You’re so beautiful like this, I need to know this is real and you’re mine,” he pleaded, a desperate breath on her lips as he did.

Those were the easiest words in the world for her. “I’m yours, Wyll. For as long as you’ll have me. Forever.”

This was a side of him that no one else could see. A far cry from his usual upstanding, adjusted self in the outside world. Comfortable enough to let himself go as he growled into her ear, followed by an unbridled groan that vibrated at the base of his throat. He adjusted his position, moving his legs out of the water and resting his knees on the floor, folding her body up into a possessive mating press. His cock pushed deeper into her than it already was, nearing the hilt of her cervix with an irresistible ache. Tav yelped at the feeling, nails digging into his back harder with each thrust. Sounds of flesh against flesh overtook the light melody of the lyre in the background, and Wyll continued to growl in her ear.

“Come for me, Wyll,” Tav ordered, biting down on her lip as she felt her legs quiver around him, “I want you to finish inside me. Let me feel it, please!”

On a normal day, he’d ask if she was sure. As if they could afford any more risks. But as he pressed his cock deep inside her, the sensation of her wet walls clamped around him, any common sense flew out the window. She was the most captivating thing he’d ever laid eyes on, and foolishness be damned. He let his thrusts grow languid, his back arching over her as he felt his lower body knot into a growing, ecstatic pleasure. She relished in the sounds of his uneven breathing, panting, swearing as he made one, final rut into her cunt before spilling his cum deep inside. His orgasm was so intense through his body that he couldn’t contain the deep, strained moan that filled the room.

Tav laughed, drunk on the bliss of feeling him empty himself. The twitch of his thick cock hitting a spot hard enough to send a shiver down her spine. Her body temperature surged, melting into the gentle rush of him pulling out and letting the cum dribble out of her. The water on her feet provided an extra bit of comfort as Wyll planted himself next to her, his exhausted breathing slowly steadying.

“That was—how do I even describe it? Perfect seems like an understatement,” he said between laboured sighs.

She grinned, leaning her body over to the side and planting small kisses on his cheek and jawline. Her hand wandered up and down his chest and abs, as if trying to learn from memory each magnificent part of him.

“All the more reason to make sure this damned brain is defeated,” she said, “So we can have moments like this for the rest of our lives.”

Wyll picked up the little acorn from her pants sitting on the ground beside them, letting it settle onto his palm. With a smile, he kissed the tip of her nose, “I’ll make damn sure of it, my love.”

[sixeyescurseuser]

Merman Gojo with albino white hair, crystalline blue eyes that rival the ocean’s beauty, and a silver tail. These features make him easily recognizable by humans, known as the White Beast who relentlessly kills whoever enters his waters.

See, there are different kingdoms among the ocean, but Gojo is unofficially the leader of the rogue territories because he is both the most powerful and knowledgeable.

Gojo also swims at the speed of light! He has to be mindful of what or who is behind him so they don't get swept away from the sheer force of his tail's movements.

However, despite reaching maturity a long time ago, Gojo doesn't have a mate.

Though he does have a pod. Sort of. More like younglings he has taken in who insist on engaging in pod dynamics (grooming, hunting together, submitting to the highest rank, etc.) but Gojo has never considered himself a pod leader.

For as long as he can remember, he's always been alone.

Fuzzy images of hazel eyes and long black hair flash through his mind.

***

The main younglings consist of Megumi (royal blue tail), Yuji (salmon-colored tail), and Nobara (lavender tail).

Whenever Gojo - their “leader” - arrives, the trio will drop down to the seafloor on their stomachs, a common act of submission to the higher rank. Gojo just laughs and pats their heads, signaling that they can get up and begin nuzzling him. 

Pods usually sleep in a huge cuddle pile. Gojo has a huge bed of seagrass that's big enough for everyone. Yuji and Nobara are the noisiest when they prepare to sleep, chirruping as they find the perfect positions to doze off. 

Background-wise, Megumi is a prince from a kingdom that fell down to mutiny. He has a heightened sense that connects him to the ocean and sea creatures because of it.

Yuji used to be in a pod with his brothers before a violent storm and turning of tides separated them. His goal is to reunite with them someday. He's the newest podmate, having joined a little over a year ago.

Nobara came from a pod that remains hidden in the deepest part of the oceans. She left home to explore the sea and other aquatic life, and has had quite a few encounters with humans herself by getting too close to the surface. By being in the rogue territories, Nobara has the freedom to explore while also having a home and podmates to return to.

***

When gossip spreads that there are merpeople searching for the lost prince of the fallen eastern kingdom, Gojo quickly decides to send Megumi into hiding. Though the pursuers claim to want to restore the lost prince to his rightful throne, Gojo knows these mercenaries just want to kill Megumi and gain the favor of the sea for themselves. 

So he asks Megumi if he trusts Gojo. 

Megumi looks off to the side before muttering "Of course."

In order not to endanger their current home, Gojo plans to take Megumi to the one place he knows is absolutely safe, to someone who will look after Megumi after his own. Gojo tells the others that he's taking Megumi on a trip and orders Yuuta to keep the others safe.

Of course, not even an hour into their journey, Gojo notices two certain somebodies sneakily trailing them.

Gojo immediately stops swimming, causing Megumi to stop right next to him. The youngling looks up at Gojo questioningly, then follows his gaze to their other two podmates attempting to hide among shallow seagrass.

"You two shouldn't be here," Gojo says, using two powerful swishes of his tail to arrive at the two resigned younglings.

"Like hell we shouldn't," Nobara mutters while Yuji says, "You and Fushiguro are leaving us behind..."

"You two...Megumi-kun is being tracked down right now. I am taking him somewhere safe so everyone at home will be safe as well," Gojo explains patiently yet bluntly. "Furthermore, I can't protect all of you at onc-!”

In a flash, Nobara and Yuji shoot up and latch onto Megumi, making small distressed whines as they entangle their tails together. Megumi groans, but loops his arms around his podmates. 

"Idiots. You need to listen to Gojo-san. I'm not leaving forever, just long enough to throw them off my tail. Oh my god- guys, come on-" Megumi softly purrs as Yuji and Nobara cling even tighter, rubbing their faces into Megumi's shoulders. "Listen you two, you can't come with us. You need to stay home with everybody, where it's safe. If something ever happened to you two, I- I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Gojo watches the three of them embrace and feels some tugs on his heart strings. These younglings really are attached at the hip. He can’t say he didn’t expect this.

With no more time to waste, Gojo swims forward and engulfs the three younglings in his arms, then wags his tail to propel them forward.

“All right, come on, kids. If we maintain a good pace, we’ll get there in two day’s time. Then we’ll all be safe and together.”

The two stowaway younglings give a shout of joy, then detach from Megumi to swim on their own. All three of them have to give their best to keep up with their leader, after all. Gojo mentally sends his regards to the person who will unexpectedly have four merpeople show up on their beach.

Two days later, they make it to a beach front where a small cottage lies, secluded.

Gojo beckons his younglings onto the sand. They flop around uncoordinatedly.

Nobara tries wiping off the sand that sticks to her skin, hating the sensation of it, but it’s no use. 

Megumi struggles a bit but uses his arms to pull him across the sand. 

Yuji is still out of breath from swimming long-distance. He’s never been above the ocean surface either. The air feels too cold and too thick. He subconsciously sticks close to Gojo, who hesitates at the water’s edge.

With a heavy sigh, Gojo lugs himself out of the water. He follows the first two younglings, occasionally nuzzling Yuji’s neck to comfort him.

When he begins to dry up, sand collecting on his skin, Gojo starts to feel sharp tingles in his tail.

Before he can stop it, a high-pitched whistle escapes his lips. It echoes in the night, moonlight spilling onto their slow-moving forms.

All three younglings freeze on spot, whipping their gazes to their leader who had just released a mating call.

There’s no response, and that pinches at Gojo’s chest.

“Gojo-san, are you okay?” Yuji asks with wide eyes. He buries himself against Gojo’s side while the others make their way towards their leader. 

Gojo answers with a low rumble. Then, against his better judgment, he calls again.

This time, a soft voice answers his call.

“Gojo-San, what’s happening!?” Nobara asks while Megumi stares at where Gojo’s tail once was, now replaced by a pair of long legs.

“It’s okay, everything's gonna be okay” Gojo tries explaining. Megumi has joined Nobara in her babbling when Yuji suddenly lets out a hostile growl that seems to shake the ground.

His eyes are trained on the silhouette that has exited the cottage and now jogs over to the vulnerable mers.

“Protect Gojo-San!” Yuji says, wrapping his arms around Gojo. The other two follow suit, creating a protective barrier around their leader.

They have no idea why Gojo brought them here, why he just let out a mating call when to their knowledge he’s always been alone. Now, a human has spotted them and is fast approaching. 

Being on land makes them easy targets, but none of them will go down without a fight. They will defend their pod together.

The human is tall, wearing layers of clothing to combat the cool air. His long black hair falls down his shoulders like a river, dark eyes shifting from Gojo to the three younglings in tow.

Gojo weakly tucks his legs under him, and hugs his younglings close. There’s a pleading look in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the human’s eyes soften. He opens his mouth, speaking perfect mer language. 

“Satoru.”

《2》

[buffygiles]

tumblr user buffygiles' buffy/giles fic rec

hi, friends. i know i said i'd do this last week but i am nothing if not a procrastinator. i've come across some wonderful works throughout my years in and out of the fandom, so i wanted to compile them into a easily read post (for my own future reference, as well as anyone who might come across this in the future and find it helpful). in order to keep everyone's dash clean, i'll be putting the recs under a read more. lastly, if there are any fics you love that you don't see on this list, feel absolutely free to send them to me so i can read them and then add them to this post! there are over 2k bg fics on ao3 and i've only just barely scratched the surface of them. not to mention the og ones on ff.net. i'm always excited about new material to read.

rec format: fic title by author (rating letter, word count) - synopsis [my own personal thoughts/ramblings]

so! in no particular order:

I Need A Bad Idea by Skyson (WIP E, 550k) - Giles finds Buffy after she’s run away into the city, and instead of a scolding and dragging her back home, he supports her. They spend a few days together, reaffirming their bond and their friendship, forging a new and more mature respect between them. In the months to follow, that has a ripple effect on how they handle the coming events in their lives. [starting out very strong here. this fic was recommended to me just a few weeks ago in the bg discord server and i happily let it take over my life for a few days. if you're looking for something long to throw yourself into for a bit, this one is perfect!]

Friends and Lovers by LadyRa (M, 30k) - An AU story of what happens if Angelus didn't kill Jenny, and how that affects, over time, the relationship between Buffy and Giles. [there's going to be a LOT of LadyRa on this rec post. i have found so much joy in their work and the way they write both buffy and giles. this fic in particular was so so cute. i love them being absolutely obsessed with each other and i love meddling joyce having to nudge them to realize their feelings.]

A Different Life by LadyRa (M, 47k) - Buffy is given the opportunity to make a wish. Then she is told she must undo it and give up the life she always wanted. [this fic didn't hit me until the day after i read it and i couldn't stop thinking about it all throughout work that i came home and reread it. i think it's so beautifully written and i love curator giles so much. someone asked me to point out soulmate au fics so if that was you, here's one!]

A Day of Surprises by littleotter73 (T, 7k) - When his niece finds herself without a babysitter, she asks Giles to step in and take care of her daughter for the day, only Giles has no experience with babies. Thankfully he has a very helpful Slayer with babysitting experience. [was in the mood for a cute fluffy baby fic and thats exactly what this is]

Moral Flexibility by LadyRa (E, 11k) - Giles gets turned into a vampire.  He’s ready to take over Sunnydale now, with Buffy at his side. [i am begging BEGGING any writers who might see this to write more vampire!giles. everything i wanted from an undead watcher. this is a good quick smutty read if you're on the hunt for one.]

Candy Man by gilesbabe (T, 23k) - Ripper turns Buffy's world upside down. [can never go wrong with a band candy au, and i personally will never ever have enough of ripper]

Second Chances by LadyRa (M, 19k) - Giles dies. Ethan brings him back, but he’s not the Giles Buffy knew. [the mixture between giles and ripper here is incredible. man of buffys dreams and honestly mine as well]

Into The Dark Ages by Sadbhyl (E, 33k) - Visiting London after her stay in Italy, Buffy makes a wish that takes her back in time. In this time, her boyfriend is Ethan Rayne, and his partner in crime Ripper seems to have a certain claim on her attention as well. [I have many mixed feelings about this one. i loved the relationship of the three of them, i will always love any glimpses of both ripper and ethan, plus the smut was great. my only downside was that i didn't love the ending. so it's on my list of rec's for everything but the ending! still totally worth the read for the rest of the story though. consider this me begging writers to also write more multi-chapter fics for giles/buffy/ethan]

With Arms Wide Open by jaybird023 (WIP 280k, E) - It's been a few weeks since Sunnydale sunk into the desert leaving all of the Scooby gang up in the air at what to do with their lives. Buffy's decided to settle down with Dawn in Rome, trying to live her own life, and forget about the things that have gone wrong between her and Giles. Just as she's settling into a routine working for the Italy branch of the new Watchers Council she finds out she's pregnant. There's only one problem… she hasn't had sex since over a year before the potentials started showing up at her door in Sunnydale! [no spoilers but the home giles builds for them all <3 i wont ever recover!!! again, to the person who asked: definitely a soulmate au!]

One Wish by LadyRa (M, 16k) - For revenge, Ethan makes a flippant wish of Buffy’s come true. [great hurt/comfort read. TW: mentions of SA but no actual SA]

And It Shall Come to Pass by LadyRa (M, 52k) - The Council wants a Slayer again at its beck and call and Buffy's not interested. Will Giles pay the price? [it was fun to read an evil faith one (as much as i love her!!) and i would also consider this one to be a soul bond au]

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and as im finishing up, im realizing this is mostly a shrine to LadyRa's writing. please like and reblog if you've found this rec helpful, and again, if theres any fic you think i should check out please send it my way. happy reading!