#you’d think I’d be used to them by now

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ RAW. . . ⟢ BF.ᐟCHRIS ᵎᵎ

Chris had never been shy about his opinions on condoms. He didn’t just dislike them—he fucking hated them.

And you heard about it constantly.

“Feels like wearing a damn trash bag,” he’d mutter under his breath every time he rolled one on.

“Y’know this would feel so much better without it,” he’d say while looking at you with those half-lidded, pleading eyes, hands gripping your hips like he could convince you with touch alone.

He wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part. You knew it. You’d felt it—just once, in the heat of the moment when he had pushed into you before either of you remembered. But you had stopped him, breathless and tempted, because logic had always won out over desire.

Until now.

Tonight, he’s on his knees between your legs, his head resting against your thigh, kissing over sensitive skin while his fingers tease you in slow, lazy strokes. He’s in no rush, taking his time, feeling the way your body reacts to him—how you shiver at the first press of his lips, how your breathing stutters when he drags his fingers just right.

“C’mon y’know I’d pull out,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low, husky.

You exhale sharply. “Chris.”

“What?” His lips brush higher. His fingers slip deeper. “It’s true. I’d pull out. Every time. You know I would.”

You do. He’s never given you a reason not to trust him, never reckless with you, no matter how desperate he gets.

“I promise I will,” he continues, looking up at you, eyes dark, pupils wide. “I just—fuck, baby, I wanna feel you.” His voice is wrecked with frustration, but his touch stays soft, coaxing. “Really feel you.”

Your stomach clenches at the way he says it, the way his fingers work you open so easily. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you melt, and you know he’s using that to his advantage.

“Please.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Just once.”

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t.

But the way he’s looking at you—the sheer desperation in his expression, the raw hunger in his eyes—makes it impossible to say no.

“…Just once.” The words leave your lips before you can think too hard about them.

Chris stills. His eyes flicker with something almost like disbelief before it turns into something darker, something primal.

“Yeah?” His voice is rough, nearly breaking.

You nod, and that’s all it takes.

He’s on you in seconds, lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind. He pulls back only to push you onto your back, hovering over you, breathing hard.

“Y’sure?” He asks, but his hands are already roaming, already lining himself up.

You bite your lip, nodding. “Mhmmm I’m sure.”

Chris exhales a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to yours for half a second—like he needs to ground himself, like this is something more than just physical to him.

And then he pushes in.

You gasp at the difference immediately—how soft he is, how close he feels, how there’s nothing between you now, nothing dulling the sensation. He lets out a broken groan, his fingers digging into your skin.

Chris shudders above you, his breath ragged, forehead pressed against yours like he's trying to hold himself together. But you can feel it—the way his body trembles, the way his grip tightens, the way his hips stutter for a second too long before he forces himself to move again.

Your breath catches as he starts to move, slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel around him with nothing in the way. Every deep thrust sends a shudder through you, your body adjusting to the stretch, to the overwhelming sensation of him bare inside you.

"Jesus fuck," he rasps, voice hoarse, raw, like this is wrecking him from the inside out.

"You're-fuck, baby, you're so warm. So wet. Feels like—" He cuts himself off with a strangled groan, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he forces his eyes open, forces himself to look at you.

You whimper as he buries himself deeper, deeper than you've ever felt him before, and the newness of it-the unbearable closeness, the way he's filling you with nothing in the way-it has you clawing at his back, nails dragging down the taut muscles of his shoulders.

Chris curses under his breath, one of his hands flying to your face, forcing you to look at him. "Tell me you feel it," he grits out, his forehead knocking against yours. “Tell me you feel how good this is”

You can't even form words. You just nod, legs tightening around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you arch into him, desperate for more.

Chris lets out a sound that's almost a growl, his hips snapping into you faster, rougher, losing the last thread of control he had left.

His movements turn messy, almost frantic, like he's chasing something just out of reach. You can feel it, the way he's barely holding himself together, the way his body tenses, the way he's gripping your thigh like he's grounding himself, trying to make this last, trying to hold onto the feeling of being inside you raw for as long as he can.

"M’not—, m’not gonna last," he admits, breathless, desperate, his voice cracking.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, his voice thick with something between awe and desperation. “I—shit, I can’t—”

He cuts himself off with a sharp thrust, and your body arches into him on instinct. The difference is overwhelming—raw and unfiltered, nothing dulling the way he stretches you, the way he fills you up so perfectly. You cling to his shoulders, your nails pressing into the firm muscle there, and he groans, gripping your hips tighter like he’s trying to pull you even closer.

“So good,” he rasps, dragging his lips along your jaw. “you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight.”

You can hear it—the slick, obscene sounds of where your bodies meet—and it sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you whimper into his shoulder. Chris lets out a deep, guttural groan in response, his movements faltering for just a second before he collects himself.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes burning into you. “Knew you’d feel like this—so goddamn perfect.”

His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them up higher so he can get deeper, angling just right, and when he thrusts in again, it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“Chris,” you gasp, clenching around him.

His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he watches your face, soaking in every reaction. “Yeah? That feel good?”

You can only nod, already trembling, already dangerously close to finishing.

Chris curses under his breath, picking up his pace, his hips snapping harder against yours. “We can’t ever- ever go back to them,” he groans, his voice wrecked, almost frantic. “Ain’t ever gonna want you any other way—just like this. Just you. Fuck, just you, baby.”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you tighten around him, drawing a ragged moan from his lips. He buries his face in your neck, his thrusts turning desperate, like he’s losing himself in the feeling of you, like he’s never going to get enough.

“Ma, I—” His breath stutters, his grip on you almost bruising. “M’so close. You gotta—fuck, I need you to come for me.”

He pounds into you, hard and deep and unrelenting, his breathing ragged, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you'll feel it tomorrow. His fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. 

Every stroke of his hips is perfect, hitting that spot inside you over and over again until your eyes begin to water. The pleasure builds too fast, too intense, and when he thrusts deep one last time, you break—your body shuddering, until your vision goes white, until you're gasping his name like it's the only thing you know.

Chris follows right after, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he buries himself deep, cursing as he pulls out just in time, his body shaking as he spills onto your stomach, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, chest heaving.

The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, the lingering hum of pleasure in your veins, the slow realization of what just happened.

Chris lets out a breathless laugh still catching his breath. He tilts his head up, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips before grinning softly.

"Yeah," he murmurs against your mouth.

"Ain't no fuckin' way l'm ever wearin' one again."

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[just1cefor4ll]

—Our summer with the exchange student

Tyler Hernández x exchange student!reader

A/n. hey heyyy the long awaited sbg fanfic :3 this was pretty fun to write so i MIGHT accept requests but im still thinking about that. anyways, for now enjoy!

“Y/N L/N, please come to the office now.”

The voice crackled over the school intercom, earning you a few curious glances from classmates as you stood up. You had no idea why you were being called, but you tried to ignore the nervous twist in your stomach as you made your way down the hall.

When you stepped inside, the principal was waiting with a stack of papers. “You’ve been selected for the summer exchange program,” they said, sliding the packet toward you. “You’ll be staying in Alto, Georgia, with a host family for a few months.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“It’s a great opportunity. You’ll get to improve your English, experience a different culture.. I’d think about it if I were you.”

Your fingers brushed over the papers, the weight of the decision settling in. A summer in the U.S.? You weren’t sure if it was terrifying or exciting. Maybe both.

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truly.y/n usa here i come >:D RAHHH 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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zeyynep20 STAY SAFEEE WERE SO HAPPY FOR U GIRL!!!

truly.y/n replied UGH ILL MISS YOU GUYS SM :(((

The heat in Georgia was overwhelming, thick and heavy like it wanted to press you into the ground. You adjusted your grip on your suitcase, scanning the small airport until you spotted a handwritten sign with your name on it. The people holding it—your host family, the Banners—waved as you approached.

Emma Banner, the mother, was the first to speak. “Y/N, right?” She pulled you into a quick hug before you had time to react. “It’s so nice to meet you. You must be exhausted.”

Mike, the father, clapped you on the back. “Long flight, huh? Hope you’re ready for a real Southern summer.”

And then there was Ashlyn. She stood slightly behind them, hands in her pockets, her expression neutral. “Hey,” she said simply.

“Hi,” you answered, unsure what else to say.

The car ride to their house was filled with easy conversation. Emma asked if you were hungry, Mike joked about how you might regret coming once you felt the humidity, and Ashlyn, while quieter, occasionally added to the conversation. It wasn’t as awkward as you’d feared. They were making an effort to make you feel welcome, and you appreciated that.

When you finally arrived at their house, Ashlyn led you to your room—well, your shared room. That was something you’d have to get used to.

“It’s not much,” she said, sitting on her bed while you placed your suitcase down. “But you’ll get used to it.”

You glanced around. The walls were covered in faded band posters, books were stacked on the nightstand, and there was a messiness to the space that felt lived-in. It wasn’t home, but it wasn’t bad.

Ashlyn watched as you sat on your bed. “You ever been to the States before?”

You shook your head.

She nodded like she expected that answer. “It’s probably not what you’re used to.”

“Definitely not.”

She smirked slightly. “Well, at least you won’t be bored.”

A few days later, Ashlyn took you to the school bus graveyard, which, as you quickly learned, wasn’t just a graveyard for buses—it was where everyone in their friend group hung out.

The group was already there when you arrived. “Guys this is Y/N, she’ll be staying for the summer just like I told you so don’t be annoying.” She introduced you and went inside a bus, grabbing some spray cans to most likely paint the buses with.

Aiden was the first to greet you, easygoing and friendly. Taylor smiled warmly, Ben gave a small nod, Logan seemed a bit shy. And then there was Tyler.

He scoffed as you looked his way, giving you an unwelcoming look.

"Don’t mind him," Taylor said with a soft chuckle, elbowing her brother. "He's just like that."

Tyler rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, glaring at you for a moment longer before muttering in Spanish. "¿Por qué tengo que saludarla si ni siquiera quiero estar aquí?" (Why do I have to greet her if I don’t even want to be here?)

Taylor raised an eyebrow and shot her brother a look. "Ty, no seas grosero. Deja de ser tan pesado." (Ty, don’t be rude. Stop being so difficult.)

Tyler huffed, glancing away, clearly unimpressed. "No soy grosero, solo no me apetece hablar con alguien que no conozco." (I’m not being rude, I just don’t feel like talking to someone I don’t know.)

Taylor sighed, a little exasperated. "¿De verdad? Estamos todos aquí juntos. No es tan difícil." (Really? We're all here together. It’s not that hard.)

"Bueno, ojalá el verano fuera más corto," Tyler muttered, rolling his eyes again. (Well, I wish summer was shorter.)

Aiden chuckled softly, clearly amused by the sibling banter, while Ben gave a friendly wave in your direction. Logan was still quiet, giving you a small smile.

Tyler let out a dramatic sigh. After a brief silence, he finally looked at you again and reluctantly said in English, "Fine, I’ll behave. For now." He shot an almost defiant look at Taylor, as if giving in to her persistence.

That first night, you mostly just observed. The group moved so naturally together, like they had their own rhythm. They talked over each other, argued about stupid things, and laughed in a way that made you a little jealous. You weren’t sure if you fit into that yet. But you wanted to.

truly.y/n

truly.y/n settling in pretty well so far! love my host sister <33 tagged: ashlynbann3rr

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ashlynban3r happy to have u here

reekidaiden WHAT ABOUT USSSSSS

truly.y/n replied i love you guys too!!

tayy.hernandez OOOO BODY TEAAA

As the summer passed, you started settling in. Mornings were slow, spent at the Banners’ house or helping with small community events you were demanded to do as part of your program during the exchange. Evenings were for the group, gathering at the bus graveyard or sneaking into the lake for late-night swims.

The summer air was thick and warm as you sat with the group on the hood of an old bus, the metal still holding some of the day’s heat. The night was filled with the usual chatter, but at some point, the conversation turned to you.

“So,” Taylor started, shifting to face you. “What’s home like for you?” You hesitated, rolling a loose rock between your fingers. “It’s.. very different.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Tyler scoffed. “Be more specific.”

Taylor elbowed him. “Shut up and let her talk.”

You thought for a moment. “I’d say it’s a lot quieter. Americans are.. a bit loud—not you specifically, but the people I met during community service and all that. It startled me a bit at first. And everything here looks almost the same—the neighborhoods, I mean. Back in my town, they all looked different from each other. It was more unique, I guess?” you rambled.

Aiden nodded. “Sounds neat.”

You shrugged. “People also act differently. Like, here, strangers say hi to each other all the time. Back home, that’d be weird.”

“That’s so wild to me,” Taylor said. “You just ignore people?”

“I wouldn’t say ignore,” you corrected. “It’s just.. people keep to themselves more. You don’t stop and make small talk with a random person on the street.”

Logan, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. “So, do you miss it?”

You hesitated. “Sometimes. But it’s nice here, too.”

Tyler, who had been unusually quiet, glanced at you. “You ever think about staying?”

You looked at him, caught off guard. “What?”

“If you had the chance,” he said, kicking at the dirt, “would you stay here?”

The group fell silent, waiting for your answer.

You exhaled slowly. “I don’t know. I think.. no matter where you are, there’s always something you’ll miss about the other place.”

Tyler stared at you for a second, then looked away. “Yeah. I get that.”

The conversation shifted after that, but something about the way he looked at you stayed in your mind.

truly.y/n

truly.y/n just give me the citizenship atp LMAOO

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zeyynep20 oh no shes already changing citizenships (its over guys we’ve lost her)

reekidaiden replied yuh shes ours now LLLL

zeyynep20 replied [cusses him out in your language]

The next week, the group ended up at the lake, as they often did on hot afternoons. Someone had the idea to race to the other side, which ended with half the group exhausted and floating on their backs.

You swam to shore, wringing the water from your clothes when you heard Tyler behind you.

“Not bad,” he said, plopping down onto the grass. “You almost beat me.”

“I did beat you,” you corrected, smirking.

He scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”

You sat down next to him, both of you still catching your breath. The others were still in the water, their laughter distant.

Tyler pulled at a blade of grass, twirling it between his fingers. “So.. what’s up with you?”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about?”

He turned his head to face you. “You hated me at first. I’d be lying if you didn’t annoy me but I feel like you’re slowly warming up to me.”

“Yeah you were pretty annoying.”

He faked being hurt, playfully hitting you in the shoulder. “You hurt me princesa.” You chuckled, bringing your legs closer to your body as the summer heat slowly faded into a cold, dark night.

There was a beat of silence. Then, quieter, he asked, “But you don’t hate me anymore? Do you?”

You swallowed, your heart picking up speed. “No. I don’t.”

His gaze flickered down to your lips for the briefest second before meeting your eyes again. You barely had time to think before he leaned in, closing the space between you.

His lips were warm, slightly chapped from the sun, and the kiss was hesitant at first—like he wasn’t sure if you’d pull away. But you didn’t.

When you finally parted, he let out a small breath. “Okay,” he muttered, almost like he was processing what just happened.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.”

From the lake, someone shouted, “Are you two making out over there?”

Tyler groaned. “God, I hate them.”

You just laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “So, what does this make us? Pretty sure sworn enemies don’t kiss.” You tease, earning a chuckle out of him. “Don’t know, whatever you want us to be.” You thought about it, but then the image of you leaving at the end of summer pressed into your mind. “Hm..”

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ashlynbann3r 📍Lake Rabun

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emmabanner79 happy you kids are having fun :)

truly.y/n replied ❤️❤️

t.hernandez

t.hernandez maybe I don’t want summer to be shorter anymore

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tayy.hernandez te lo dijeee ;))

reekidaiden tyler and y/n sitting in a tree HEHEHE

t.hernandez replied fuck you aiden

The weeks slipped by faster than you wanted them to. The group had become your second home, the nights spent at the bus graveyard or the lake turning into some of your favorite memories.

But time didn’t slow down, no matter how much you wished it would.

Two weeks before summer ended the group brought you to a diner.. a very american one at that to be fair. They said they had the day planned for you and you couldn’t ask any questions, and so you didn’t.

As Aiden shoved some random food he ordered your way, you tasted it with a raised brow wondering why everyone was staring at you with such funny looks but then the spice kicked in. “Damn that’s—“ You coughed a bit and everyone started laughing, filling the atmosphere with positive energy which warmed your heart— literally.

Tyler smirked. “I told you it wasn’t for the weak, hermosa,” he teased, leaning back in his seat and throwing his arm over your shoulders.

You waved your hand, trying to play it cool despite the heat in your mouth. "It's fine," you said, though your face probably gave you away.

Taylor, sitting beside you, laughed. "No worries, you’ll get used to it. Aiden thinks spicy food is a challenge." Aiden grinned. "It is a challenge. But it’s also delicious." He pointed at Tyler. "You should try it, Ty."

Tyler shook his head, sipping his soda. “No thanks. I don’t want to die over something so dumb.”

The whole group laughed, and even Tyler couldn't help but smile as he watched you handle the spice. It was a fun, relaxed atmosphere, and you felt more and more at ease with the group.

After dinner, they all piled into the cars and headed for the bowling alley. You weren’t great at bowling, but everyone was in high spirits, joking around and making ridiculous poses. Tyler, usually serious, couldn’t resist joining in. He lined up his shot carefully, only for the ball to go straight into the gutter.

“That was pathetic!” Taylor teased, elbowing him.

Tyler grumbled, “I was doing it on purpose.”

“Yeah, sure,” Taylor said, rolling her eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sibling banter— the night going on and even Tyler loosened up, joking along with everyone.

You all headed back to the graveyard once the night came, everyone whispering about something they didn’t let you in on.

When you arrived, they lead you to the buses, some excitedly running ahead while Tyler and Ashlyn stayed behind with you. “Since you became such a special addition to the group during these past few months.,” Ashlyn said, putting a hand on your back.

“We wanted to do something special before you leave,” Aiden added. “A little memory to take with you.”

You walked behind a bus and there it was.

The buses were covered in soft lights, blankets and tents ready around cozy campfire which illuminated the scene even better. Snacks littered the ground with a polaroid camera ready to be used for creating memories you wanted to keep in a physical form.

Tyler walked over, giving you a shy smile. “I know I wasn’t the nicest when we first met, but I’m glad you came. It wouldn’t have been the same summer without you, princesa.”

Taylor, ever the tease, raised an eyebrow. “Wait, is that a compliment?” she joked, making everyone laugh.

You felt a lump form in your throat. You’d grown so close to everyone, and leaving was harder than you’d expected.

“I’m going to miss you all,” you said softly.

Aiden grinned. “You better. We’ll come visit. Or at least, we’ll make you wish we did.”

Ben, who had been quiet, nodded with a smile. “Yeah, don’t forget about us.”

Tyler stood off to the side, looking at the fire. “It’s been a good summer, amor. Don’t forget us.” He said, walking over and hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The fire crackled, and the stars above twinkled as you all sat together, talking and laughing well into the night. It was the perfect way to say goodbye, surrounded by friends who had become family.

truly.y/n

truly.y/n ugh i’ll miss these guys ;(

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tayy.hernandez STOPP WE’LL MISS YOU TOO :((((

reekidaiden bro thinks she’s getting rid of us that easy LOLLL (we’ll miss you)

tayy.hernandez

tayy.hernandez can’t believe summer went by so fast 💔

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At the airport, the group stood together, unusually quiet.

Ashlyn, never one for long goodbyes, was the first to speak. “This place is gonna be weird without you.”

Taylor nodded. “You better text us.”

Aiden clapped you on the back. “Or come back next summer.”

You laughed softly, but it was forced.

When you turned to Tyler, he was staring at the ground, hands shoved in his pockets.

Finally, he looked up. “So that’s it?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I guess so.”

His jaw tensed. “You gonna forget about us?”

You shook your head. “Never.”

A long pause. Then, barely above a whisper, he said, “Good.” He pulled you into a hug, soft sobs escaping his lips as tears stained your— his hoodie that he gave you. He picked you up and spun you around, earning a small yelp from you once he set you down.

You wanted to say something else, but the announcement for your flight echoed through the terminal.

Everyone gave you one last hug and the parting gifts they had brought along. And then? You left.

You turned back for one last glance and saw them waving—tears already streaming down Taylor’s cheeks, with a few barely noticeable ones in Ashlyn’s eyes. “Shit…” you mumbled before abandoning your suitcase and sprinting back toward them. You pulled Ashlyn and Taylor into a tight hug, the others quickly joining in.

“What am I gonna do without you?” you choked out, your voice breaking. “Shut up. It’s not like we’re saying goodbye forever,” Ashlyn said, pulling away just enough to look at you. “We’ll come visit, I swear.”

“Now go! You’ll miss your flight,” Logan added, patting your back before nudging you toward the gate.

And so you did—without looking back this time.

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truly.y/n thank u sm for this amazing opportunity.. i’ll see u soon guys ❤️‍🩹

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ashlynbann3r already miss you sis

emmabanner79 we were happy to have you sweetheart, our doors are open for whenever you decide to visit again ❤️

t.hernandez love you princesa, i’ll miss you so so much <3

reekidaiden replied simp (miss you y/n!!)

tayy.hernandez IM CRYING WE MISS YOU SO MUCHHH :(( </3

loganfields97 come back soon y/n :( we miss you!

b.clark have a safe trip, we miss you a lot

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[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Just boyfriend.

Warning : Dysphoria

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Thanos x ftm reader?” -anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : bold is in English. // reader is taking testosterone and has done top surgery but is not out to his parents. // kinda short ;-;

Thanos knew there was something going on with you. Your hair, clothes, your voice, actions. Sometimes you made him think you were more of a boy than a girl.

But you weren’t close enough for him to worry about it and for you to explain everything, until your friendship deepened, spending more time together.

“T, I’m gonna be serious for a minute or two, and your reaction will really matter for the future of our friendship.” You announced one day.

“Okay ?” He replied with a frown, more confused than anything.

“Because I’m doing some spring cleaning in my friendships and I have something to say.”

He looked with wide eyes, waiting for you to continue. Stop creating so much tension.

“I’m trans.”

“Huh ?” He chuckled, confused. You bit down a nervous smile.

“I’d like you to gender me as a man.” You added. “Stop viewing me as a chick and start using he/him when referring to me.”

“Huh ?”

“Huh ?” You imitated him. “Did I stun the great Thanos ?”

“Fuck you mean you’re not a chick ?! Since when ?”

Cue to a long discussion about how you’ve been feeling for a long time and your visits with a lot of professionals.

It took him a bit of time to use your right set of pronouns. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he constantly had to watch his mouth to not accidentally out you to random people, and he loves to yap. Which happened a couple of times. Luckily they just looked at him weirdly before moving on, thinking he just mixed his words up.

So you had an idea. You told him to use your chosen pronouns no matter the situation you were in, and if someone asked something, you’d reply it’s just a private joke between you two. It worked well, but not that much with your parents.

“He ?”

“Yeah… ?” Thanos replied looking at your mom with a confused expression. Did he say something wrong ?

“Yes, sorry, it’s an inside joke. ” You quickly added with a smile, grabbing Thanos by the back of his neck like you would grab a cat doing something it shouldn’t.

“An inside joke ?” Your mom asked, still not understanding.

“Yeah, she’s just so used to calling me a ‘he’ that she does it naturally now.” You flashed her a smile, hoping she’d bite and leave you alone. “Right Subong ?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Maybe if you looked less like a man that wouldn’t happen. Did you stop putting the padded push up bras I bought you ? It looks like your boobs completely disappeared.” She approached to put her hands on your chest but you pulled away, taking a step back.

“I’m old enough to buy my own.”

“Put them back on and that man will stop calling you a ‘he’. He’ll easily remember you’re a girl.” She said, walking away.

You blinked slowly, grimacing, lightly squeezing Thanos’ neck. You felt like you were back in school.

“I’m sorry.” Thanos whispered.

“Shut up.”

He’s met a couple trans people here and there, mainly fans who corrected him when he addressed them wrong. He just looked at them confused and moved on. Okay, whatever, next.

“Weird, I met a dude who told me he wasn’t one.” He says in a voice message a few minutes after leaving said fan.

“It means that person is probably trans.” You sent back with a laugh.

“What, like you ?”

“Yeah but the other way around.”

“Can’t he… Mh… She ? Should I say she ? Can’t she donate her dick to you ?”

“Yes, she. And no it doesn’t work that way. And maybe she already got rid of it.”

“What do they do with it ? Once the dick is detached ?”

“How do you think they make dildos ?” You replied laughing before continuing. “No, the dick isn’t detached, it’s just heavily modified so it becomes a vagina. The rest that’s useless is discarded. Into the trash can~”

“Wait- so you can’t give her your boobs either ?”

“Ah, this hurts, T. I got them removed a year ago.” You whined. “Didn’t my mom speak about them in front of you one day, talking about how they disappeared ?”

“It wasn’t because you didn’t put on the bras she gave you ?”

“No ! I had boobs you could see even without bras, come on !”

“I never saw them.”

“You perv.” You laughed. “Stop looking for people’s boobs.”

“No~”

“Anyway. I used to alway put on a binder so I guess you couldn’t see the difference once I got them removed.”

“How was I supposed to know, then !? You tell me nothing !”

“Ah, fucking bastard, now it’s my fault ?! We weren’t big friends back then, why would I tell you ? Huh ?!”

“Because we’re best friends now ! We tell each other when we take a shit, no ? So tell me when you do something.”

You send him a voice message of you just sighing very loudly.

“Okay. I’ll tell you when I get a dick, then.” You added in another message.

“Send me pictures, okay ?”

“Fuck off.” You replied, laughing.

He’s really great and supportive but he makes mistakes by thinking too much sometimes.

“What’s up my girlboyfriend ?” Thanos asked, waving his hands in the air, approaching you.

You slowly looked away from your laptop, turning to him, looking at him in confusion.

“What ?” You asked calmly.

“My girlboyfriend.” He repeated confidently.

You slowly shook your head.

“No.” At his lack of response you continued. “Why the fuck- why would you call me girlboyfriend ?” You leaned closer, trying to understand his thought process.

“Because you were a girl… and now you’re a boy.” He stated, as if it was the most logical thing.

“What ? Why-” You rubbed your face. “Why would you mix past and present ? And I wasn’t a girl, I was still a boy, I just didn’t know it ? Were you really straight before realizing you were actually bisexual ?��

He looked at you then to the sides, thinking while pouting.

“Boyfriend ?” He finally asked, making you chuckle lightly.

“Yeah !”

“Okay.” He nodded, throwing his hands in the air again.

There are times where your mood is at an all time low. Dysphoria kicking your ass as you can’t find what to wear to ease it a bit. It wasn’t your chest the problem, but your overall appearance. Though you had a packer on, you knew it was fake and your brain refused to not think about it.

You’d sometimes refuse to hang out or go on dates because of it. And each time you mentioned why, Thanos quickly rushed to your place, ringing your doorbell constantly till you finally opened him, ready to hype you up.

He sometimes brings a bag of his own clothes so you could wear them. You already buy yours in men’s sections either on the internet or physically but wearing his baggy clothes does help a bit.

He’s not the type to gently hype you, coaxing you into feeling yourself manly enough. He’ll literally yell at you.

“What are you on about ?! Are you some type of dumbass ?!” He’s already yelling as soon as you open the door.

You glared weakly at him, already wanting to kick him out.

“Quickly feel normal again ! You’re a man, so man up !” He strongly patted your arm, nearly making you stumble to the side.

“Hey, you wanna fight ?! Why are you yelling at me like that ?! You come into my house and dare insult me ?! The fucking nerves !”

“I’m not gonna pick you up piece by piece ! Are you crazy ?! You’re a man, what part of you screams the opposite ?!”

He had touched a sore spot.

“So many parts of my body are screaming it ! Are you fucking blind ?! My pussy, my scars, my muscles- my… ” You sighed, tired, letting yourself fall onto the couch with a groan. “Everything.” You added, your arm covering your face. You've had enough.

You loved being able to take testosterone, going to the gym to define your muscles, watching YouTube videos to change your voice, but it wasn’t going fast enough and you wished you didn’t have to do that and more. It was so slow and you’d have to take testosterone all your life, a constant reminder you weren’t a biological man.

He stared at you, disconcerted. Generally you’d yell back at him, arguing back and forth till everything that frustrated you was out the window. But sometimes it didn’t work, your thoughts and anxiety getting the best of you.

Sighing, Thanos approached you, unsure if you wanted space or not. He decided to try anyway, squeezing himself between you and the backrest of the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

“Come on. You’re still a man.”

You hummed, trying to get a hold of yourself. Though you had already cried before him, you didn’t like doing so, feeling too weak.

“You should-”

“I don’t want problem solving.” You quickly said, cutting him off. You already knew what he was gonna say anyway.

He rubbed your back with one hand, the other one pulling your arms away from your face, letting him plant a kiss on your forehead.

You moved closer, as if it was possible, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, his fingers now tapping rhythmically on your back.

“Keep being patient. Your bottom surgery is already planned, anyway.”

“I know.” You replied quietly, sighing. “But it’s so far away.”

“When you go back to Thailand I’ll follow you, okay ? Don’t want you to feel too much at home and never come back to me.”

You smiled weakly, closing your eyes.

“Ah… How will I get rid of you then ?”

“Can’t and won’t.”

[alphajocklover]

Hey, so I just downloaded InstaJock, and for some reason, my pecs and especially my nipples have been feeling really sensitive lately. My hair’s been greying, and I have a strong urge to “feed the youth…” any idea what’s going on?

So you used InstaJock, an app that is supposed to change you into a jock instantly, but the change wasn’t instant, and now your hair is gray and you have an urge to… breastfeed? I’ll admit, out of the many, many weird things that happen involving that app, this might be the weirdest. Just to be clear, I’m not kink shaming. Pecs are my favorite muscle group myself, and I’d be lying if I didn’t find the concept of ‘muscle tits’ hot as fuck. What shocks me is that the guy who's been messing around with InstaJock is getting so… daring! Most people in the TF community wouldn’t dream of messing around with InstaJock, since it and the guy who created it are so dangerous, but whoever has been using it to mess with people seems to be exclusively using it. My best guess is that either they’re someone who worked on the app and still has access to it, or that they specifically want to mess around with The Master, or… both. That doesn’t leave a lot of people. I looked into the programmers, but that lead went nowhere, so I’m moving onto people who are personal enemies of The Master. Hopefully I’ll have some concrete answers soon. But for now, let's get back to you. 

From what you’ve described, I’m pretty sure that you’re transforming into a very specific kink. I could probably find a better way to say this, but I’ll just call it what it is: you’re turning into a  muscle Daddy with milky mega muscle tits. If you think my word choice was a little crass and kinky, then I should remind you that everything about this is kinky. I mean, the main focus of my work is men being turned into dumb jocks, what were you expecting to see? But I'm getting off track again, and you probably want the specifics of what is happening to you. The physical transformation is, surprisingly, the most simple part of what's happening. You’re becoming a classic Muscle Daddy, with slightly thinning salt and pepper hair, a respectable amount of body hair, and thick manly muscles that will have bubble butted twinks drooling over you. The only big difference between you and a classic Muscle Daddy is, while, your pecs. Or I suppose I could call them your tits, since that's what they are. They’re bigger and beefier than any pecs have any right to be after all, and with how they keep leaking milk, tits is the best word for them. Normally you’d probably be embarrassed if someone called your pecs titties, but for some reason the word itself seems to make you shiver with pleasure. Which brings me to the more complicated part: your mental changes. You’ve already experienced the beginning of your mental changes, your strange urge to ‘feed the youth.’ I’m afraid to say that that urge you mentioned, that strong desire that is already digging its way into your every thoughts? It’s only going to get stronger and stronger. It’s going to worm itself into your mind and fill every thought, until it gets so overwhelming that it's all you can think about, and it will only fade once you’ve found some unsuspecting, kinky twink to drink your titty milk.

That brings me to the most complicated aspect of your transformation. It's contagious. Anyone who drinks your tit milk will slowly transform into a pec obsessed muscle daddy, just like you. The good news is that after you’ve transformed someone you’ll start thinking properly, at least for a little while. But it won’t be long before both you and your latest victim are on the prowl for another man to convert. In a few months your group will have grown exponentially. However, there is some good news. While you will eventually become overwhelmed by your desirees, there is a way to calm them, and put off transforming anyone as long as you can. By milking your pecs, you’ll be able to relieve some of the pressure. Just make sure you dispose of your milk properly. And don’t drink it if you can. That could have some… unexpected consequences.

**I'll admit, this one is a little out there, but I enjoyed writing it! Muscle Tits are hot.**

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: "No More Secrets"

Part 3

The journal felt heavy in Marshall’s hands.

He closed it slowly, like shutting it would somehow make the words disappear. But they wouldn’t. They were burned into his brain now—every letter, every I’m sorry, every apology meant for a goodbye that never came.

His throat was dry when he looked up.

Alaina was still staring at the floor, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold something in. Hailie, though—Hailie was watching him, waiting for something, like she needed him to tell her what the fuck they were supposed to do next.

And Marshall didn’t have an answer.

So he did the only thing he could—he reached for them.

"Come here," he muttered, his voice rough.

Neither of them hesitated.

Hailie stepped forward first, practically falling into his arms, her breath uneven as she buried her face in his shoulder. Alaina followed a second later, pressing into his side, her grip tight like she was afraid to let go.

Marshall held them both, closing his eyes for a beat, trying to steady his own breathing.

They were scared.

And fuck, he was too.

But he couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not yet.

He pressed a hand to the back of Hailie’s head, voice quieter now. "She’s still here."

Hailie let out a shaky breath. "But what if she—"

"She won’t." He didn’t know if that was true. But he needed it to be. "I’m not gonna let that happen."

Neither of them responded.

They just held on tighter.

And for a few long minutes, that was enough.

By the time he got upstairs, his anger was boiling.

Not because he was mad at you.

Because he was fucking terrified.

Marshall found you still curled up in bed, exactly where you’d been when he last saw you. You weren’t asleep—you were staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, your face unreadable.

You didn’t even flinch when he walked in.

But when he tossed the journal onto the bed beside you, your entire body went rigid.

"Tell me," he said, voice like gravel. "Tell me why the fuck I had to find out from our kids that you’ve been writing goodbye letters for months."

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

That scared him even more.

"Say something," he demanded. "Fucking look at me."

Slowly, you turned your head, meeting his gaze.

And the look in your eyes wrecked him.

You were tired. Hollow. Like a house abandoned after a fire, walls still standing but everything inside gone.

"I never meant for them to see that," you whispered.

Marshall let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s what you’re worried about?"

You swallowed. "I didn’t—"

"Didn’t what?" His voice cracked, his breathing uneven. "Didn’t think it mattered? Didn’t think you should tell me? Didn’t think I’d fucking care?"

Your jaw tightened. "Of course I knew you’d care—"

"Then why the fuck didn’t you say something?" He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "Jesus Christ, baby—do you have any fucking clue what it felt like reading that? Knowing you’ve been planning to leave us for months?"

Tears pricked at your eyes. "I wasn’t—"

"Don’t." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Don’t fucking lie to me. Not now."

You blinked quickly, looking away. "I—" You sucked in a shaky breath. "I didn’t want to die."

Marshall’s chest ached. "Then why the fuck were you writing those letters?"

Silence.

Then, finally—

"Because I didn’t know how to live like this anymore."

His breath caught.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers curling into the sheets like they were the only thing holding you together. "I was tired, Marshall. I still am. And I didn’t want to leave you—I just… I didn’t see another way out."

Marshall stared at you, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Baby…"

You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head. "I told you, I’m trying."

He swallowed hard. "Try harder."

You flinched.

But this time, his voice wasn’t sharp.

This time, it was pleading.

He sat down beside you, his hands trembling as he reached for yours, gripping them tight. "Please." His voice was barely a whisper now, thick with something he couldn’t choke down. "I can’t do this without you. I can’t—fuck, baby, I can’t lose you."

Your face crumpled, your fingers squeezing his like you were desperate to believe him.

"You won’t," you whispered.

But the way you said it—it wasn’t a promise.

And that fucking terrified him.

Marshall didn’t leave your side that night.

Even after the anger had drained from his voice, even after the fight had bled out of you both, he stayed. Just sat there, gripping your hands like if he let go, you might disappear.

You didn’t sleep.

Neither did he.

At some point, you shifted, turning to face him, your eyes red-rimmed but dry. "What now?"

He swallowed, staring at you for a long moment. "We fix this."

You let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Marshall, it’s not that simple."

"I don’t give a fuck." His grip on your hands tightened. "We fix it."

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed. "And if we can’t?"

His jaw clenched. "We will."

Silence stretched between you.

Then, after a moment, you exhaled, pressing your forehead into your hands. "I don’t even know where to start."

"Then let me help you." His voice was softer now, but still firm. "Baby, I—I should’ve seen this. I should’ve noticed before it got this bad."

You shook your head. "This isn’t your fault."

"Maybe not," he admitted. "But you’re my fucking wife. And I should’ve been paying more attention."

His voice cracked on the last word.

You looked up at him, something unreadable in your gaze. "You’ve been fighting your own battle, Marshall. I didn’t want to add to it."

His face twisted. "That’s not how this works. That’s not how we work." He ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "Baby, you—fuck, you saved me. You were there for me through every fucking relapse, every time I swore I’d get clean and didn’t. You held me together when I was falling the fuck apart, and you never once made me feel like I was too much. And now you—you think you can’t ask me for help?"

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I didn’t want to be a burden."

"You’re not a fucking burden." His voice was fierce now, unshakable. "You’re my fucking heart. And I can’t—" He cut himself off, inhaling sharply. "I can’t do this without you."

Something in your expression cracked.

And in that moment, something shifted.

You weren’t fixed.

Not yet. Maybe not for a long time.

But for the first time in months, you weren’t carrying this alone.

Marshall wasn’t going to let you.

And for now, that had to be enough.

---

Marshall thought things would get better once the truth was out.

Maybe not overnight, maybe not even quickly, but at least somehow.

But the weight of it didn’t lessen—it shifted.

Now, it wasn’t just him who was scared.

Hailie and Alaina had been quieter since they found the journal. They didn’t say anything, but their eyes lingered too long, their arms wrapped around themselves when they thought no one was watching.

And Whitney—Whitney was watching. She was too young to understand, but she felt it, the way tension thickened the air, the way conversations hushed when she entered the room.

Something was wrong, and she knew it.

And that scared her too.

So now, Marshall wasn’t just trying to figure out how to fix you.

He was trying to keep the kids from falling apart in the process.

And the pressure was crushing him.

It all came to a head one night, late, when the house was too quiet and your eyes were hollow again.

Marshall sat across from you at the kitchen table, his fingers drumming anxiously against the wood.

"I think we should find someone for you to talk to," he said carefully.

Your expression barely flickered. "I’m talking to you."

"I mean someone who knows how to help—"

"And you don’t?"

He exhaled sharply. "Baby, come on."

"No, seriously." Your voice was too calm. Too sharp. "You want me to talk to some stranger and tell them what, exactly? That I’ve been struggling? That I think about dying every day? That I spent months writing those fucking letters?"

Marshall stayed silent, but his jaw tightened.

Your fingers curled into fists. "Tell me, Marshall, who the fuck was I supposed to talk to when I walked into that bathroom and saw you on the fucking floor?"

His stomach dropped.

"Who was supposed to help me when I thought you were dead?" Your voice cracked, rising with every word. "Who the fuck is going to rewrite my brain so I don’t see you like that every time I close my fucking eyes?"

"Baby—"

"No!" You slammed a hand against the table, breath ragged. "You want me to get help? Tell me, Marshall, who’s gonna help me stop feeling like I fucking died that night too?"

He flinched like you had hit him.

"I don’t even know how to wake back up," you whispered. "I don’t know how to move forward from that. And you—you keep asking me to try harder, but I have been. I have been since the fucking hospital, since I spent two weeks so fucking lost in you that I didn’t even know where the kids were—and worse? I didn’t care."

Marshall felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. "What?"

Your laugh was dry, humorless. "You were dying, Marshall. And I—fuck, I wasn’t thinking about anything else. The kids could’ve been anywhere, and I didn’t care. They could’ve needed me, and I wasn’t there."

Marshall’s chest ached. "Baby…"

"You wanna talk about getting help?" you spat, eyes shining with unshed tears. "I needed help years ago, but I didn’t get it. I couldn’t. I had to be strong—for you, for the kids, for everyone. And now—now, you want me to just—just go talk to someone like that’ll make it all disappear?"

He swallowed hard. "I just—I just want you to get better."

"I don’t know how," you whispered.

And that scared him more than anything.

Because he didn’t know how either.

Marshall had never felt so fucking helpless.

He sat there, watching you tremble, watching the fight leave your body like a balloon slowly deflating. You looked exhausted—not just from the yelling, not just from the weight of the conversation, but from everything. From living.

And that terrified him.

Because he’d been there.

He knew what it felt like to be so fucking tired that even breathing felt like a chore. To look at the world and feel nothing but exhaustion.

He just never thought you would.

And worse—he never fucking saw it.

"Baby…" His voice cracked, but he didn’t care. "I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking seen it."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "It’s not your fault."

"Like hell it’s not." His fists clenched on the table. "I was so caught up in my own shit, I didn’t even notice you were drowning."

Your breath hitched. "I was hiding it."

"You shouldn’t have had to."

Silence stretched between you.

Then, after a long moment, you exhaled shakily, dropping your head into your hands. "I don’t know what to do, Marshall."

His heart twisted.

Because fuck—he didn’t either.

He wasn’t a therapist. He wasn’t a doctor. He wasn’t some miracle worker who could snap his fingers and take your pain away.

But he was your husband.

And if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was fight.

So he reached across the table, carefully prying your hands away from your face and holding them tight. "Then we figure it out together."

You didn’t pull away.

Didn’t argue.

Didn’t say anything at all.

You just stared at him, eyes hollow but searching, like you were trying to decide whether or not you could believe him.

And for now—that was enough.

Because he wasn’t going to stop until you did.

The silence between you and Marshall was thick, heavy with everything that had been said and everything that still lingered unspoken. Neither of you noticed the small figure standing just beyond the doorway, tiny fingers curled around the edge of the wall.

Whitney had only come downstairs for a drink.

She hadn’t meant to hear anything.

But now, she stood frozen, heart pounding in her little chest, staring at the two of you across the dimly lit kitchen.

Mommy looked sad.

Daddy looked scared.

And neither of them had noticed her yet.

She didn’t understand everything you had said. She didn’t know what all of it meant. But she knew something was wrong.

And that was scarier than anything.

"Mommy?"

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. Marshall turned so fast his chair scraped against the floor.

Whitney stood in the hallway, bare feet pressed to the hardwood, clutching the hem of her oversized pajama shirt.

"Baby, what are you doing up?" Marshall asked, his voice softer now, careful.

Whitney hesitated. "I—" Her voice was small. "I was thirsty."

You moved first, standing quickly, the chair legs scraping against the tile. "Come here, sweetheart."

She hesitated for only a second before hurrying forward, wrapping her arms tightly around your waist. You ran a shaky hand over her hair, trying to ignore the way your throat felt tight.

"What’s wrong with Mommy?"

Your heart stopped.

Marshall exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face. "Baby, it’s—"

"I heard you yelling." Her voice wobbled, muffled against your stomach. "I heard Daddy say he didn’t know you were drowning." She tilted her head up, eyes big and glassy. "Mommy, did you almost drown like the girls said?"

Your breath caught.

Marshall stiffened. "What?"

Whitney fidgeted, shifting her weight. "Lainie said Daddy had to pull you out of the pool ‘cause you didn't want to swim. She said you swim with us all summer and you don't have a problem, but sometimes grown ups get sick and don't swim."

You swallowed hard. "Oh, baby…"

She sniffled. "Are you sick?"

You didn’t know what to say.

You didn’t know how to explain something like this to a child.

But before you could think of anything, Marshall was moving. He stood, stepping closer, one big hand smoothing over Whitney’s back.

"Mommy’s not sick, sweetheart," he said gently. "She’s just really, really tired. That’s all."

Whitney blinked up at him, brows furrowing. "Like when you were sick?"

Marshall’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Not exactly."

Whitney chewed on her lip. "Can she get better?"

Marshall’s gaze flickered to you. His fingers twitched against his jeans.

You inhaled shakily. "Yeah, baby," you whispered. "I can get better."

It didn’t feel like the truth.

But when Whitney threw her arms around your neck, burying her face into you, it was the only thing you could say.

Because now—now it wasn’t just Marshall watching you closely.

It was all of them.

And if you couldn’t fight for yourself, you had to fight for them.

[m1kawrites]

2000+ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖫𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍

2000+ word G/N reader :3 I haven't wrote in ages so sorry if it's not that good AGHH!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is a sadist both in and out of bed, but when it comes to aftercare? He’s an entirely different demon. Sex with you is his best stress reliever, a way to loosen up and relax after a long day of his brothers antics alongside the stress of paperwork. But no matter how rough or gentle he was, he’s always attentive afterwards watching you closely to make sure you're okay.

If you need a drink, he won’t hesitate to fetch one while you clean up. If you’re too exhausted, he’ll help, even running a warm bath if you're still sore afterward. if you're the type to drift off to sleep, he’s more than happy to wrap you in his arms, holding you close until you’re settled only then will he quietly return to any unfinished work. B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his favourite body part of his own... I’d say his hands. He is the type to take great care of his hands using some hand care products Asmo gifted him to keep them soft and smooth. One of the main reasons he likes his hands is how nicely they look against your body, tracing over your skin as you shiver from his touch.

(A close second would be his hair. Okay hear me out but I can totally see this old man being ridiculously picky about it. If he's having a bad hair day well he'll be in a foul mood all day)

Now, when it comes to his favourite body part of yours, I’d say he would love your neck. The mere thought of marking up your neck just ever so faintly and seeing the marks slightly being visible out from your uniform drives him wild. Seeing the proof of his love on their skin fills him with pride. Oh and when he teases you? he would feel up your neck with his lips just to feel your little human pulse quicken beneath his lips? That’s just the cherry on top and his favourite thing to do! C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) I don’t see Lucifer being the type to play with or eat cum, it’s just not his thing. However, creampies? That’s a different story. The pride of seeing you completely fucked out, oozing his load? Yeah, he loves that.

That said, I do think he’d prefer using protection. Mostly for the convenience of an easier clean up and, if his partner is AFAB, to prevent any risk of pregnancy. So while he mostly sticks to condoms, he might occasionally indulge himself

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you and him got together, he has fantasized about you walking in on him at just the right moment of him pleasuring himself. The idea of being caught in the act and seeing your shocked or flustered reaction, was something that crossed his mind more than once.

Now, if you or worse, someone else accidentally walked in on him? That's something else.. He would hate that, His pride would be absolutely shattered. But if he wanted you to catch him? If he planned it, knowing exactly when you’d be doing your usual nightly check-ins? That’s a different story. Just the thought of you walking in, seeing him like that.. would you freeze up? Be shy and embarrassed? Would you get turned on? or... maybe just maybe you would join him? The anticipation alone was enough to drive him wild. E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer is definitely experienced, but not in the same way as Asmo. He’s not the type to sleep around with every demon or human he meets he has a reputation to uphold! His experience comes from an understanding of pleasure. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Reading your body language, watching every twitch of your expression as he thrusts into you~ he uses it all to push you right to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment hehe.. It’s almost infuriating how well he knows your body… maybe even better than you do yourself. F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He’d love doggy. being able to grip your hips as he pounds into you, with the perfect view to spank you to his heart’s content as he watches your ass slowly turn red. Doggy makes it so he can easily grab your hair or press your head down into the pillow or desk, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

That said, he’d also enjoy any position that lets him see your face. watching every little expression you make as he drags you closer to the edge, taking in every reaction and lip quiver as he makes you feel way too good. G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely serious but teasing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) fully clean-shaved and very well-groomed if not fully shaved. He has nothing against body hair and wouldn’t mind if his partner kept things natural down there. However, for himself? He’d definitely prefer to be shaved just something about the clean, smooth feel that he enjoys. I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sadist who enjoys being rough in bed, degrading his little brat but there are still nights when he can be romantic where he is slow and passionate. On those nights, he’ll take his time, moving gently inside you as you’re both perfectly in sync, savouring the feeling of both of your bodies interlinked while He’ll whisper sweet, romantic words into your ears.

But if you decide to act up and be a little brat in bed during it? Well, he won’t tolerate that. He’ll make sure you know who’s in control.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often, he’s simply too busy with work. But if he’s had a particularly stressful week, I can see him jerking off to release some tension, most likely in the shower early in the morning so he won’t have to worry about cleaning up.

As I mentioned in my "dirty secret" section, I feel like he’d enjoy the idea of you catching him or even giving you a little “punishment” under his desk. As he spills his load deep in your throat, making sure you’re completely under his control. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves the Dom/Sub dynamic and of course, he’s always the Dom. You can try to make him the sub, but good luck with that he’ll quickly put you back in your pathetic place

Bondage is something he absolutely enjoys. The thought of you completely tied up, at his mercy, with red ropes wrapped tightly around your body, gets him going. The way you look, so helpless and pathetic, only adds to his excitement.

And he’s 100% the type to edge his lover. Watching you come undone, crying and begging for release, especially if you've been stubborn lately, is the perfect form of punishment. He’ll watch you slowly lose control, turning into nothing more than a babbling, desperate little slut. L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

His study is one of his favourites, the thought of you bent over his desk as he pounds into you, being able to spank your ass over the desk, or even you under his desk, choking on his cock? That’s perfect for him.

Another favourite of his is the bedroom, where he can just rut into your body in any position with ease M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he sees you acting up in public or around his brothers, he won’t give in easily. He knows exactly what you're doing, trying to rile him up and he won’t let it work. Instead, he’ll ignore you, letting you stew in your frustration of defeat. But once you finally give up, that’s when he’ll come to you.

I can also see you getting touchy with him as a sure fire way to rile him up. He’s a touch starved man, after all. The moment you start being forward, it's bound to make him excited.. he won’t be able to resist~

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If something upsets you, he wouldn’t do it, he values your feelings and wouldn’t cross that line. I also see him as one who won't like pegging, I don’t think he’d be into it. His pride wouldn’t allow it, and even if he agreed to try, he wouldn’t find himself turned on by it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He definitely has a preference for receiving oral, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes giving it. He’d much rather see you looking up at him as you take him deep into your throat, warming up his cock in your throat while he work. He’ll tell you to be a patient little lamb, and wait for him to finish before you can get what you want. Once he’s done, he’ll guide your head up and down, watching with satisfaction as you choke on him, enjoying the tears in your eyes from the stretch of your jaw. P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on his mood. If he's had a stressful day and you’ve riled him up, he’ll be fast, hard, and rough, his pace matching his frustration. But if he’s in a good mood and a bit tired from work, he’ll slow things down. His movements will be sensual, as he whispers romantic words in your ear.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind quickies, but it’s not something he does often. He prefers taking his time with his partner, savouring every moment. After all, how can he turn you into a babbling overstimulated mess just from a quickie? Well he could easily do that if he wanted too but he much likes longer. For him, the thrill is in the control, and that requires more time.. more opportunity to tease and torment, to slowly push you to the edge before pulling back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try certain things once, especially if you ask him nicely. He’s not the type to constantly seek out risks, but he won’t play it too safe either. If he's feeling bold, he might send you to R.A.D with a vibrator inside you, turning it on throughout the day just to watch you squirm while you try to stay quiet and composed.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh, he could go for multiple rounds, all night if he wanted to. Especially if you’ve riled him up or if he’s been stressed. But you’re human, after all, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you or push you past your limits. He knows exactly when to stop or when to take breaks for your sake. Especially after he’s thoroughly overstimulated you, making you cum more times than you can count. T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns toys, but not for himself as they're to be used on you. If you ever wanted to try one or had your eye on something new, he’d oblige without hesitation, making sure you get exactly what you want. After all, it’s going to be used on you~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d spend all night tormenting you, whispering about what a desperate little slut you are for riling him up just so he’ll fuck you. He’ll humiliate and degrade you, reminding you that all you had to do was ask if you wanted his cock that badly. But no, you had to be needy, had to push his limits so now? He’s going to make you regret it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he’s not completely silent either, somewhere in between. You can definitely hear him, but if you moan too loud, you would just drown him out. He’s the type to let out deep grunts and soft gasps with his heavy breaths right against your ear, letting you feel what you’re doing to him.

Though, when he finally cums? You might catch a quiet, breathy moan slipping past his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys your tears. not from genuine discomfort and fear of him, never that. But the ones that spill when he’s fucking you so good you can’t hold them back. The ones that come from sheer pleasure, from desperation, the pain from his whip, from the overwhelming need to cum. Yeah, those tears? He loves them. X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucifer’s got a big cock, though I feel like he might be lacking a bit in width, not that it’s anything to complain about since he still has a nice width just not as girthy as Beel’s. However his length more than makes up for it. 8 inches, His tip is a very light pink, and his cock has a slight curve up rather than to the side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say his drive is pretty high (have you seen him in the game? LOL). He can control it, sure, but when he goes too long without relief? He gets pent up and I mean pent up. So well.. the next time he has you beneath him, he’s taking it all out on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He wouldn’t fall asleep until you do and he didn't have any work to do. He’d make sure you were okay, watching over you until you drifted off before slipping away to his study to finish up any lingering paperwork. Only once everything was in order would he finally allow himself to pull you back in his arms and fall asleep

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! Haven't written in ages.. I feel rusty so I hope I can get back in my game. I'm planning on doing another one of these so which brother do you want to see next?

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Characters: Reader. Jensen. Jared. Mac. Heather. Alex. Kyle. Mike.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Heartbreak, Fluff, Angst, Couple Fighting. Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex [no just no] Breed Kink, P-I-V , Oral [both receiving] I think that's all if not lmk.

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Jensen

He pulled into the drive way, and parked beside Beau. He huffed, if this went bad, she would probably change his name.

He walked up to the porch, finding her siting on the porch steps.

“Hey, “He said lightly kicking the step her feet were on.

She scooted, giving him room to sit down.

“I can explain.” He took her silence as sign to continue. “She told me her dad was in the hospital. That he wasn’t going to make it. I felt bad, that’s why I stayed to talk, next thing I know she threw her arms around me.”

She stayed silent.

“There’s nothing.”

“So I got a call on my way home.” She cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, “Let me guess.”

“Yep, it was her. “ She sighed. “How did she get my number?”

“I don’t know… What did she say?”

“Oh ya know, how you couldn’t believe people actually thought we were married.”

“I never said that.”

“But you did talk to her that night, and you lied about it.”

“Yes, but I told you the truth.”

“After you lied.” She took a drink of her water. “She also told me y’all have been fuckin this whole time and how much you just loved fucking her in my cowboy hat.”

He scoffed a laugh, “Now you know that’s not true.”

She turned on the screen of her phone and handed it to him. White hot rage bubbled in his stomach as he saw a picture of Heather lying in his bed with y/n’s hat on.

“She sent 4 of different poses. You can scroll through them, if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to be a smartass.” He said handing her phone back.

She swiped and turned the phone back in his direction, “Oh and there’s this one. Of you, her, and some of your band mates, the night we met.”

“She came in, had a beer, and wished us good luck. That’s it.”

She swiped again “And one of you and her at the brewery. Which I just found has a co-owner.”

Jensen huffed, “I am been trying to buy her out since the divorce. She won’t budge.”

“And correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what you wore fishing last Sunday?”

“Yes, she told me it was for the website, but it’s not like I’m holding her or sticking my tongue down her throat.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah… So that makes it all ok?” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t say that.”

The cicadas hummed as they sat there. Neither knowing what to say.

She wiped her eyes before the tears could fall. “She also said, that you told her that you hope I’m not pregnant with your kid.”

“That’s not fucking true. You can ask Jared,” He sighed. Kickoff the steps he got up and started to pace. “Why would I do half the shit I've done if I was fucking someone else, or if I didn't want a future with you?”

She stayed silent.

“And do you really think I’d cheat on you?”

“You cheated before…”

“That’s not fair.” He blinked back his tears.

“You really wanna talk about what’s fair right now?”

“Look, I know everything is all fucked up right now” He grabbed her hand and held it in both of his. “And you have more reasons to not trust me right now, but baby the things she said isn’t true.”

“Jensen..”

“Don’t. y/n don’t let her win.”

She stayed silent.

“This can't be over.”

She looked over at him, wiping the tears away from his cheek “I don’t want it to be, but how do we come back from this?”

Jensen

“Hey man,” Jared said as he sat down at the bar of the brewery

“J.P. what’s up bud?’ Jensen greeted, cracking a can of beer open and sliding it to Jared.

“Not much. How are you?”

Jensen opened another one for himself. “Eh, I’m hanging in there.”

“So, have you talked to y/n?”

“Not since Sunday,” Jensen said after taking a drink.

“It’s only been two days, just give it some time, man everything will work out.”

“You remember what I’ve told you about my luck right?!.”

“And what usually happens when I say i have a good feeling about something?”

Jensen rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Jensen lifted his head as he heard a car door, “Motherfucker.”

“Dude. Follow my lead.”

Jensen tilted his head with furrowed brows.

Jared pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

Reader

“Aw Jared.” Mac said as his name flashed on the radio screen.

“He’s probably with Jensen.” You reached for the ignore button, but Mac slapped away your hand and hit the green button

“Jay-rod!” She exclaimed. No answer. “Jared? Hello?”

New text message popped up on the screen.

Padalecki: Trust me. Don’t hang up. Please just listen. And please do not hold anything against us. We are just great actors I promise 😉 you know we love you.

You pulled into the nearest parking lot and pulled your e-brake. Mac turned the volume up.

“Hey! Heather!” Jared shouted

“You need to cut him off if he is happy to see me.”

“I’m just happy, now that y/n is gone we can finally have fun again.” Jared slurred.

Your jaw dropped.

You heard Jensen chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to see how you were doing.”

“Better now.”

“I thought you’d be mad.” Heather’s voice got closer.

“Eh, I was at first, but I see why you did it.”

“Jared, can I talk to Jay for a minute?”

“Sure thing. I gotta piss anyway.”

You heard some ruckus and what sounded like a barstool slide across the floor.

Heather laughed. “You really need to cut him off.”

“He would have done that sober” Jensen chuckled again “So, What can I do for you darlin’?”

“Just acting.” Mac whispered as you grinded your teeth.

“Is it true? Did you guys really break up?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Thank god.”

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Anything.”

“How’d you get the picture in her cowboy hat?” Jensen chuckled “Man she was so pissed.”

“Promise you won’t press charges?”

“Now, would I do that to you?” Jensen said in a flirty voice, making your jaw clench again.

“Well, I kinda broke into your house. I was just going to take pictures in your bed, but I saw the hat and I knew it wasn’t yours, so I figured why not.”

“You’re an evil genius, Heather.”

“I know.” she snickered. “Hey, have you heard anything? Is she pregnant?”

“No. she’s not. How the hell did you know about that?”

Heather laughed. “I watched her the night of the pop-up. Nobody goes to a bar and orders soda unless they are pregnant.”

“God, I forgot how damn clever you are.”

“So now that she is out of the way, maybe we could.”

You heard another round of ruckus. “Jensen you need to fix these floors dude.” Jared said in his drunk voice.

“Well i gotta get going.” Heather’s voice seemed farther.

“I’ll call you later.”

“Dude. Are you really going to call her later?” Jared asked in a normal voice.

“Fuck no.”

“Did you get anything good?”

“Yes. Please tell me you were recording that.”

“No, better. y/n?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “Ow.” You said when Mac nudged your arm.

“Bonnie?”

“Yes, Sasquatch.”

“Did you hear it?” Jensen asked.

“Yes.”

“What did she say?”

“She just admitted that pretty much everything she said was a lie.” Mac told him.

“Not everything.” you mumbled.

“Hey there Mac.” Jared said.

“Hello boys.” Mac said using her Crowley impression, making you laugh,

“So y/n, what do you mean not everything?” Jensen asked

You sighed. “Can we talk about it later?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Reader

Your heart pounded as your finger loomed over his contact. “Come on ” you told yourself.

You hit the green button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hey.” Jensen said as he answered.

“Hello Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better. How about you?”

“Same.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting on my couch. Having some scotch.”

“Mmmm scotch.”

“Did you take a test today?”

“Yeah.” You murmured

“Well I can tell by your enthusiasm that it was good news.” He huffed.

“I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I don't know I just feel bad.”

“Well don't. We kinda knew it was a long shot anyway.”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “Still would of been kind of cool though.”

“Really? So you.” You heard the beep on his end. “Hey bab-” He stopped himself “Eh, y/n I gotta take this. Gimme a minute.”

“Sure.”

After a couple minutes you got antsy.

Y/n: Do you just want to call me back. Ackles: No. Y/n: Is everything ok? Ackles: Lawyer. Y/n: So I shouldn't be stealing your attention.😂 Ackles: Don't have to steal it. You always have it.

“I’m sorry.” Jensen said,

You jumped a little as his voice came through the speaker.

“You're fine. Is. Never mind not my business.”

“Frank and I, Frank is my lawyer. We have a meeting tomorrow with Heather and her lawyer.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Yes I'm gonna push her to let me buy her out.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Let's just hope she does.” He huffed “So you wanna tell me what you meant earlier with that comment?”

“The not everything one?”

“Yep. That'd be the one.”

“Well I mean she didn't. She asked me why I never came to the brewery and I said I don't know. She said because Jensen couldn't have the 2 girls he was fucking in the same spot. I know now you weren't fucking her. But you didn't tell me about her co-owning the place and apparently always there.”

“Actually she hadn't even stepped a foot in it for a year, the day our pictures came out, boom there she was. That was the day the boys and I went fishing.”

“See I didn't know that. Maybe you should learn how to open up more.”

“And invite you into all this bullshit?”

“Yes, when you are in a relationship with someone their bullshit is your bullshit and yours, theirs. If I would of known about the brewery, she wouldn't have been able to use it against you.”

“I don't know, I just got scared. And then it felt like too much time had passed. Like I was hiding it.”

“But you were.”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“And she did come see you the night we met, but I guess I can't hold that against you since we weren't technically together.” your phone beeped. “And now I'm getting another call.”

“Maybe you should of just came over.” he teased

You hit the red button as you read private caller. “I need to get my number changed.”

“Let me guess.”

“Yep. I ignored it.”

“Great, now she's calling me.”

You sighed. “She's always gonna be there isn't she?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Reader

“I can not believe you talked me into this shit.” you said walking through the doors of the honky tonk.

“Trust me, I'm just as surprised at you.” Mac laughed as you followed her to the bar. “Bar keep!” She pounded her first down getting the guys attention.

“Omg is that McKinley Jane?”

“Hey Kyle, How are you?”

“Good! Girl i haven’t seen you in months.” He turned toward you. “You must be y/n. I’m Kyle.” He stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Alex is here somewhere.” He said turning back to Mac.

“You know Alex?” you asked

“Yep, I know Jensen and Jared too. Jensen and I went to school together.”

“Ah, so how big of a dork was he back then?”

Kyle chuckled. “Imagine the same guy with a baby face, no beard or shaggy hair. He’s always been a dork. Great guy though.”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“So you guys want a beer? Or we have Jell-o shots tonight…”

“Give us one of each.” Mac told him. “Start a tab?” She said handing her i.d and credit card to him.

“You got it darlin’. What flavor?”

“Surprise us.”

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard Alex say as he wrapped his arms around Mac from behind. A faint sense of jealous hit you. “Hey there stud.”

You cleared your throat. Alex chuckled. “Hi y/n.”

“Oh. Hi.” You teased.

“The boys and I got a pool table in the back. Y’all wanna play?”

“If you mean kick the crap out of you let’s go,” Mac snickered.

“Thanks Kyle,” she shouted, handing you your beer. The two of you took your shots and handed for the back corner.

You and Mac followed Alex, the balls were racked and ready to go.

“So,” Alex said picking up a pool stick. “I call dibs on y/n’s partner.”

You laughed.

“Ha! I think the fuck not, bud.” Mac playful sneered.

“Did you really think that was going to work?” You asked him

Alex shrugged I thought I'd give it a shot.”

“She can't be that good.” A guy walked up beside you.

“I've known her most of my life and I've only seen her lose twice.” Mac explained. “The first time she was drunk off her ass, the second time.”

“He cheated.” You cut her off with a smile.

“Y/n, Mike. Mike y/n.” Alex introduced him. Mike nodded at you “Pleasure.”

“Same.” you told him. “Mac you break.”

“Why do you get to break?”,

“Did you rack them?”

“Yeah.”

“You know it's bad luck do break your own rack right?”

“Ok maybe you know your stuff. Doesn’t mean you're good.” Mike teased.

Mac took her shot. Nothing went in “you should of broke.” She told you shaking her head.

Mike swaggered over the the white ball. 1

He got 2 striped balls in, before missing a shot.

“Alright sweetheart. Let's see what you got.” He taunted, stepping back.

You strolled over to where the white ball was, sinking 4 balls in.

“Damn little lady.” Mike commented.

“I told ya.” Mac said

You lined up your next shot and your head dropped with a groan when you missed.

You walked over to the table and took a drink of your beer.

“Finally.” Alex teased

“So are you single?” Mike asked as stepped beside you.

“Um. Technically, but I’m really not.” you said as you watched Alex, he got 2 more balls in.

“Y/n!” You turned around finding Matt walking up to you.

“Well hello there.”

“How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“I'm good, where's Jensen at?” Matt asked

“Not sure”

“Shit! I forgot I'm sorry.”

“Your Jensen’s ex?” Mike blurted out.

His words were like a punch to the gut. You nodded, not being able to form words.

“Please don't tell him I hit on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

You and Mac looked up as your heard the commotion coming from the bar area.

“Wonder what that is...” Mac said looking at you

“I’m gonna go get another round.” Alex said. “I’ll let you guys know.”

“Oh, Grab some Jell-o shots too, baby.” Mac called after him.

“You’re up.”

Mac went over and lined up her shot, getting one ball in.

“Well I see why you always partner with y/n.” Mike teased Mac.

“Just shut up and shoot.” She joked back.

Mike got 2 balls in before he missed.

“You’re up Jaws.”

“Harty Har,” you said sarcastically. “I’ve never read that one before.”

You got the last 2 of your balls in, you line up the shot for the 8 when you heard his voice.

“I got next.” Jensen challenged.

You called your shot and made it in.

“I don’t know Jay, she’s pretty good.” Mike said.

“I’ve beat her before.”

“You cheated! And you had help from Steve.”

“Well come on cowgirl, show me what your made of.” He nodded to the empty table

“You’re on, Ackles.”

Jensen.

“So, what are we going to bet this time?” she asked as she started racking the balls.

“Hmm.. I could think of something.” He smirked as his eyebrows raised.

She rolled her eyes.

“I was talking about the next round, sweetheart.” he chuckled.

“Sure you were you perv,” she teased

“Better idea. If I win you have to come to the Dallas con this weekend.”

“Alright, And what do i get if I win?” She asked.

“I’ll take you to the Dallas con this weekend.”

She laughed, “Or…” she bit her lip as her eyes scanned him up and down.

“Alright, kettle.”

“Just shut up and break already,” she taunted.

He did sinking 2 of the solid balls.

“Damn, small balls again.”

“God, I forgot how much shit you talk when you play pool.”

She giggled as she lined up her shot.

“Yeah, but I can back up my shit talk,” she said after getting 3 balls in, making him laugh.

He lined up for a jump shot and got the ball he wanted in. “So can I darlin’.” He winked at her, he laughed again as she rolled her eyes. Jensen put 2 more balls in before missing a shot.

“Son of a bitch” She exclaimed.

“Alright, Dean calm down!” Jared said as he approached.

She let out a belly laugh. “That’s my man.”

“He has really pretty eyes.” Jared said in a high pitched voice.

“Oh my god! And those muscles.” y/n added.

“Oh and those bow legs.” Jared said as he started fanning himself.

“Alright! That’s enough,” Jensen groaned with pink cheeks.

“So, Bonnie you whooping his ass?”

“Not at the moment.” she walked around the talk “About to be though.”

“Less talkin’ more shootin’.” Jensen teased.

She stuck her tongue out at him, making him and Jared laugh.

They watched as she got 3 more balls in.

“Damn, Ackles, I think you’ve met you’re match.” Jared commented.

“I know.”

She cleared her throat when she got the last one of her balls in.

“Oh, look I’m down to the 8 ball, Jensen.”

“So much shit!” He chuckled, “Hold on, what did we settle on a bet?”

“I’m about to win and your going to change it now?”

“Were you serious?!”

“Guess you’ll have to play the game and find out.”

She called her 8-ball shot and missed.

“Wah-wah-Wah.” Jared teased her.

“Don’t you have a forest to go frolic in or something sasquatch?”

“Damnit.” She said when Jensen got his last 2 balls in.

“Which pocket you going for Jensen?” Jared asked.

“Top right.” He looked up at her, lined up his shot, and missed.

She called the 8 and made it in. She gasped. “Mac!” y/n ran over to her.

“Damn Ackles, I thought you had it,”

“Yeah, me too” He smiled as he watched them celebrate.

Reader.

“I know you threw the game.” as you approached him, playfully kicking his boot that was sticking out as he leaned on the pool table ankles crossed.

“You can’t prove it.”

“I don’t want to.”

His head lifted slightly as he laughed.

“So, how was your meeting today?” you asked standing in front of his long legs.

“Well, that’s actually why I’m here,” he sighed, “This place is for sale.”

Your jaw dropped. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Heather and I couldn't come to an agreement. We are going to sell and spilt the offer.”

“No way!”

“Yea, It will be on the market, Friday.”

“And there’s nothing you can do?”

“Nope,” he looked down. “She won. That was the last thing she could take away from me.”

You placed you legs on either side of his and waddled over them, wrapping your arms around him. He sat his beer down and pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. You heard him inhale deeply as he nuzzled into the crook of you neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jensen, I’m sorry.”

“It will be ok, It’s just a brewery.”

“Just a brewery?! That place is your baby.”

“Well that’s two I’ve lost this week…”

“It’s my fault.”

“How in god’s name is any of this your fault?!” He reared his head back with bewilderment in his eyes.

“You were doing fine until I came along. Now everything is fucked up.”

“You didn’t fuck anything up sweetheart. She did.”

“But if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t.”

He pressed his lips to yours, cutting off your words. He rested his forehead on yours.

“I wouldn’t trade this,” he gestured to the two of you, “for anything in the world.”

You pulled his lips back to yours, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closing. Your lips parted your lips inviting his tongue. you heard a small groan as he rolled his tongue against yours.

His nose nuzzled yours when the kiss ended. “From now on you have to be completely honest, and stop shielding me from the bullshit. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

“I promise.”

“I don’t care if I’m not gonna like it. Hiding it or lying about it is gonna make it so much worse.”

“I know.”

“Like for real Jensen Ross.”

“Wait.. Does that mean?!”

You nodded your head with a smile.

He gasped and you were off the ground in seconds, spinning around as your arms held on tight.

“Ok Jensen stop. Or I will throw up on you.”

He chuckled as he stopped spinning.

He kissed you again.

“You wanna put me down?”

“Nope.” He nuzzled your nose again.

“So you’re just gonna walk around like this?”

“Yep.”

“And how long do you really think that’s gonna last?” you asked

“For the rest of my life.”

Jensen

Somehow she managed to still kick her shoes off at his door, her lips never leaving his.

His fingers found her ass, he heard a small yelp against his lips as he lifted her off the ground.

He plopped down on the closest couch in the sitting room, He heard a light moan as her core bounced off his hardening bulge making it thrum.

Her fingers knocked his hat off as they twisted in his hair, she moaned into his mouth as she rolled her hips, making him do the same.

She broke the kiss, her fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms and leaned. Her eyes danced across his chest as she threw it behind her. He smiled, his hands gliding up her sides pushing her shirt up, Jensen threw it and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her chest to his face, kissing and nibbing at the exposed skin. He found his favorite spot. Although there wasn’t a mark there anymore there soon would be.

She inhaled sharply as he sucked and raked his teeth across her skin, just above her right breast.

“I should probably just get a tattoo of a hickey there, at this point.” She teased, making him chuckle.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he said then raked his teeth against the sensitive skin again, making her whine.

His fingers found her bra clasp next. He watched as the cool air hardened her nipples as he pulled it off, Her hips began to roll as he flicked his tongue against one, kneading the other in his palm.

A growl left his lips as she quickened the paced of her hips, making his cock throb.

She kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his pants down once she got them unbuttoned.

He felt her hot breath on his cock, making it tingle.

Breaths turned into pants as he watched her pretty mouth wrap around his cock.

“Fuck baby.” He cried out as she slid down his shaft.

His head went foggy as hers started bobbing. Pulling her hair out of her face he twisted it around his hand. Her eyes flashed up to him, sending shivers all over his body. He noticed the tears well in her eyes as his cock hit the back of her throat. “Baby...” he whined again. She moaned, the humming vibrations making the tension start to build in his spine.

“Damn baby.” He said trying to catch his breath. She grinned as she stood up, unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans. She straddled him again after she kicked them off her ankles.

“Um excuse me?” he exclaimed.

“Get me back later,” She whispered “right now I want you inside me.” her words making his cock throb again. He grabbed her hips as she lined his tip to his entrance.

Her pussy enveloped him as she slid down, making them both moan, as his cock stretched her tight wet walls.

His fingers tightened on her hips as they started to rock, pleasure coursing through his veins.

Heavy pants and moans filled the room as her pace quickened, making her clench around him.

She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, moaning his name as he watched her tits bounce. Fuck she was so hot.

“Baby, I'm getting close,” he warned her with a groan.

“Jensen. “ She cried out as he walls clenched tighter.

“Babe. Babe,“ he said head foggy.

He felt her cum trickle down as her pussy squeezed him, making his balls tighten. He tried to buck her off , but she pushed back down.

“For real?” She nodded as her hips started to bounce again.

He wrapped his arms around her and went a loud grunt the tension released as his warm seed coated her walls.

His muscles relaxed, as she put her lips to his.

“I love you.” he said as her forehead rested on his

“I love you too.”

Reader.

You woke to the smell of burnt bacon as the smoke detector wailed. Pulling his t-shirt over your head you made your way to the kitchen

“Jensen?!” you yelled

“It’s fine, It’s fine. I just had the stove too high.”

“Are you sure? Where’s your fire extinguisher?”

“Not necessary,” He looked over at you, doing a double take as he noticed his shirt. His eyes scanned lower as he bit his lip. “Whatcha got on under that?”

“Can you focus on the food before you burn your house down?” you quipped pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

He flipped off the stove. “I’m done anyway, mouth.” he smiled as he swaggered over to you and too the mug out of your hands

“Um, haven’t we covered this already? Taking my coffee equals violence.”

He chuckled as he sat on the counter.

“Yes but speaking of mouths, I believe I owe you.”

You gasped as his arms caught you and tossed you up on the corner. His hand glided up your thighs as his lips captured yours.

Trailing kisses down your neck, he pulled the shirt up to your collar bone. You leaned back on your hands as his mouth moved down to your breast. His tongue swirled around your nipple as his fingertips found your clit, making you cry out his name.

He lifted your ass and scooted you back to the middle of the island, Spreading your legs his head dipped down “Baby,” you moaned as he ran his togue up and down your slick sending pleasure through your veins.

Finding your clit his tongue swirled around it as he slid 2 fingers inside you. You could feel the tension start to build as he started pumping his fingers making your walls clench around them.

“Fuck Jensen.” You moaned out as he curled his fingers, hitting the sweet spot just right.

He slammed his fingers deep. “You gonna come baby?”

“Yes.” you moaned as he slammed his fingers again.

“Come on then.” He flicked his tongue against your clit. “Let me feel it.”

The tension got tighter as his tongue lapped faster.

You shivered as your climax coursed through your veins, his fingers slowed as you pulsated around them. Grinning at you he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to the edge. He pressed his lips against yours.

“You know I love you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He spun you around once you feet hit the floor, bending you over the counter.

Pulling his sweat pants down he unleashed his already hard cock, He pushed his t-shirt up your back, lining his tip up to your entrance

“Fuck.” He moaned as he pushed inside you, grabbing your ass as he stretched you again. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a sting on your across your backside. He drew his hips back, making you moan his name as he slammed back into you. Pleasure started coursing through you again as his pace quickened, his fingertips so tight around your hips you swore you could feel the bruising start.

You could feel the tension start building, faster than it had before as your walls squeezed him.

“Oh. So close already?” he taunted

“Yeah baby, don’t stop.” You cried out as his hand dipped between you thighs, finding your clit.

His hips went even faster, bring the tension to it’s peak, You moaned his name as waves of orgasmic bliss course through you again,

“You gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes.” you moaned, causing him to pound harder.

“Fuck.” he groaned as he pushed deep inside you, filling you with his hot pearly cum.

He spun you around again as you stood up, weaving his lips with yours as he pulled you against him.

Reader

“But babe, look at this one.” He picked up the phone off the display rack, “And it’s blue!”

“Jensen, I don’t need a new phone. Just a new number.”

“Howdy folks. Sorry about your wait. What can we do for you?”

“But, Its bigger than the one you have now.” Jensen protested.

You sighed. “Please ignore him. I don’t need a new phone.”

The sale associate’s eyes looked over to Jensen as he stepped beside you.

“Holy crap! You’re Jensen Ackles.” the young man gasped. “Oh my gosh I just love Supernatural, and you as Soldier Boy was just absolutely amazing. Oh! and Beau Arlen Just Ah.”

Jensen gave him a diffident smile and stuck out his hand “Nice to meet you…”

“Tony.”

“Tony!” Jensen repeated.

“What can I do for you sir?”

“We both need new numbers and she needs that phone over there.”

“No, I don’t.” Your argument fell on deaf ears as they ignored you.

“Alright, I just need your current phone number,” Tony said typing on his tablet as Jensen rattled it off. “And it looks like you are eligible for an upgrade. And if we were to add her line to your account you would get a discount on the phone. With the special we are running you would also get a free pair of air pods.”

“Absolutely Not Jensen!” you objected

He gave you a mischievous grin “Do that both with new numbers.”

“Alright, Let me go grab those. Did you want the pro max’s?”

“The biggest and the best.”

“This is ridiculous!” you said crossing your arms.

Jensen looked over at you poking the tip of tongue past his lips.

“Alright I will be right back.” He turned and went to the back.

“I’m paying for my phone and my line!”

“We'll see. “ He turned toward you

“We ain't seeing shit Ackles I'm telling you!” you growled turning to him.

“Oh you're telling me?” his hands slid onto your hips.

“Yes sir, I am,” You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you to him.

“You think you're big enough to be telling me?”

“Please I could take you”

“You think?” he chuckled. “Or should I bend your ass over again?”

Your eyes followed his as he looked at the table in front of you.

Your eyebrows rose as you hands slid up his chest. “I just might have to take up on that doll face.” You taunted as you stretched on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek.

““You missed.” He said pulling you back. Capturing your lips with his. Deepening the kiss as he hand grasped your hair.

Tony cleared his throat, startling you. “Um, Mr. Ackles?”

You cheeks got warm as Jensen chuckled.

“Sorry, she just can’t keep her hands off me.”

Your pursed your lips as your cheeks got warmer.

“We just got to out the sim cards in and get them set up. Do you need help moving your files and accounts?”

Jensen looked at you and you shook your head. “Nah, we got it.”

“Alright. And then are we terminating you service ma’am?” They both looked at you. “Since you are being added to his plan?”

You sighed. “I guess so.”

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[ducksido]

Lilia's Valentine

For Lilia Vanrouge, Valentine’s Day was an amusing occasion. His mischievous nature made him love the idea of teasing and causing a little chaos, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was surprisingly sentimental.

Though he often hid behind his usual playful demeanor, there was no mistaking how much he cared for those around him, especially Y/N. So, this year, he was determined to do something special, something that was both true to his nature and genuine in its affection.

Y/N had been hearing whispers about the incredible surprise that Lilia had been planning all week. They had no idea what to expect, but they knew that, with Lilia, nothing was ever normal.

After a day filled with the usual chaos of Valentine’s Day preparations, Y/N received a small note slipped under their door: “Meet me at the old tree by the fountain at dusk. Don’t be late.”

With a mix of curiosity and mild concern, Y/N made their way to the designated spot.

As they approached the old, gnarled tree, a soft glow flickered in the air, lighting the path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to Lilia. He was waiting beneath the tree, dressed in his usual gothic style, but this time, there was something a little more... romantic about the scene.

Candles were arranged in a circle around the base of the tree, casting a soft, golden glow across the area. In the center, a small table was set with a delicate tea set, fresh rose petals scattered across it, and a tray of intricately decorated cookies and chocolates.

Lilia himself was leaning casually against the tree, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Y/N approach. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I was beginning to think you’d never show up.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, still a little skeptical about what was happening. “What is all this, Lilia?”

“Why, it’s a Valentine’s Day surprise for you, of course,” Lilia said with a wink. “You think I’d forget about my favorite human on such a romantic day?”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, their heart warming at his words. “I don’t know if I’d call you ‘romantic,’ Lilia.”

Lilia feigned a gasp of offense. “Romantic? Me? Never! I’m far too mischievous for such things.” He grinned playfully, and for a moment, his eyes softened. “But for you, I’d make an exception.”

Y/N smiled, taking a seat at the table, the flickering candlelight reflecting in their eyes. “This is... actually really sweet. It’s not quite what I expected from you.”

“Ah, I know,” Lilia said, his voice full of mock pride. “I’m full of surprises.” He poured them both a cup of tea, his movements careful, almost tender. “I thought we could share this moment, away from the usual hustle and bustle. Just the two of us.”

Y/N smiled warmly, appreciating the quiet intimacy of the moment. They took a sip of the tea, which had a light, delicate taste. “This is amazing, Lilia. I didn’t know you could be this... thoughtful.”

Lilia tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. “Oh, there’s much you don’t know about me, my dear Y/N. But I suppose I’ll let you in on a little secret: I do care about you. More than I let on, even if I do love to tease you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through their chest at his words. “I care about you too, Lilia. You always know how to make me smile, even when I’m feeling down.”

There was a brief silence between them, filled only by the soft rustling of the leaves above and the gentle flicker of the candles. Then, Lilia stood up, a gleam in his eyes as he offered his hand to Y/N.

“Care to dance?” he asked with a smirk, his voice lowering in a way that sent a shiver down their spine.

Y/N blinked in surprise. “Wait, what? Now? There’s no music.”

Lilia gave them a playful wink. “Who needs music when you have the rhythm of your heart?”

With a soft laugh, Y/N took his hand, allowing him to gently lead them in a slow, graceful dance beneath the tree. There was no need for grand gestures or elaborate speeches. The simple act of being close to each other, in that quiet, magical moment, spoke volumes.

Lilia held Y/N close, his hand resting lightly on their back. He murmured softly, “I know I can be a handful at times, but… I do cherish you, you know.”

Y/N smiled up at him, their heart swelling with affection. “I know, Lilia. And I cherish you too.”

As they danced beneath the tree, with the night air cool and the candles flickering around them, Lilia’s eyes softened, a rare, sincere tenderness flickering in his gaze. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N. Thank you for being here with me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lilia.”

And as they swayed together, the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their own little corner of the night.

[k4marina]

— viii. Beyond the Wall || Heart of the Dragon

synopsis: while you and jon lead a hunting party north of the wall, you come face to face with a being that you'd only read about in history books.

warning: game of thrones cannon violence and themes follows the episode Beyong the Wall [S7, Ep6]

all dialogue in italics is Valyrian

authors note at the end !!

game of thrones x modern!fem!reader

4.9k word count

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The weather had gotten slightly better, the sun was now up in the sky and the snow settled allowing you to see clearly again. The terrain had gotten more jagged the higher we climbed up the mountain. Piles of snow covered the already icy terrain, making it even harder to walk up the mountain. Had I’d known that I’d be brought back in time I would have packed my snowshoes. My feet felt numb and damp from the cold weather and the nonstop walking. 

Tormund led the group with Jon and I behind him. Gendry was by Jon’s side close by. Behind us were the Hound and Beric, another Wildling scout, and all the way in the back Jorah and Thoros who were busy talking amongst themselves. 

“Say we get what we came here for,” Jon glanced at me. “How are we supposed to get back to Eastwatch?”

“I’ll call Viserion and he’ll fly us back.”  

“He’ll hear you this far?” 

“I’ve instructed him to stay close. You may not be able to see him, but he’s a lot closer than you’d think."  

“Shouldn’t he be here with us so he can protect us?”

I thought for a moment before I replied. “The Night King can raise beings from the dead. You’ve seen what he can do with people and bears.” I turned to look at him. “Imagine what he could do with a dragon.” Jon stops for a moment but then nods, finally understanding why I was so protective of Viserion. 

I didn’t need to imagine like Jon, I knew exactly how the Night King raised Viserion and used him to burn down the Wall. I’ve already gotten rid of most of Euron’s fleet, lowering the chances of Rhaegal’s death, but the Night King was who I was the most worried about. If he could get his hands on a dragon then the destruction he would cause would be catastrophic.

Out in the distance, we could hear the sound of metal clinking. Tormund motions for everyone to stop and carefully walks forwards and peers over the edge of the cliff. He turns and motions for Jon and I to come see. A line of wights marched forwards led by a White Walker. 

“Where's the rest of them?” Jon asks no one in particular. 

“If we wait long enough we’ll find out.” Tormund says. The three of us walked back to the group once the undead were out of sight. 

“There’s a line of the undead marching to somewhere,” Tormund said to the group. 

“We need a plan, a good one.” I said. “Any ideas?” Everyone glanced at each other, waiting for someone to pipe up, but no one did.

I let out a breath, “alright, huddle up. Here’s what we’re going to do.” 

––

The undead marched in a line into a hilly area. The White Walker at the front of the line stopped hearing a crackling causing the other wights behind him to halt. It looks forwards and steps ahead, spotting a small burning fire. It cautiously walks towards it, assessing his surroundings. But before it could turn back, everyone sprung up from hiding, ambushing the wights. 

Jon takes on the White Walker while the rest of us fight the wights who relentlessly attack even after they’ve been cut down. Every time one of us cuts them down, they keep getting back up. As planned, Jon slays the White Walker, plunging Longclaw into his abdomen. It violently shakes and collapses into ice, causing the rest of the wights, except for one, to crumble to the ground. We huddled around the remaining wight, looking for an opportunity to grab onto it. 

Huffing, Tormund throws his axe down and punches the wight square in its mouth, knocking it down. Sandor jumps onto it as it screeches and writhes under the Hound while Beric, Thoros, and Gendry hold down its limbs. 

“Gag it!” Sandor yells. 

I reached into my pocket, quickly pulling out a makeshift gag and stuffing it into his mouth just in time, cutting its loud screeching. Sandor puts a bag around its head and ties it with rope while the rest of the men put chains around him and put it into the cage we brought. 

But it wasn’t quick enough. A low rumbling could be heard in the distance. Jon turns back, all of us knowing what that meant.  

“Call him!” Jon yells. 

I looked up to the sky, silently praying Viserion was nearby. “Come to me, now!” 

It’s silent for a moment, apart from the light rumbling, but then we can hear the sound of wings flapping and Viserion roaring out in the distance. 

“He’s too far! Run!” Jon screams, panicked. He turns and makes a run for it, all of us following after him. The rumbling grows louder and as the undead closes in on us. 

We ran into a clearing, a rock in the middle of it with the wights hot on our trail. The ground cracks as we run and climb onto the huge rock. There’s a scream behind us and I turn to see a wildling scout being grabbed by a wight, but when he falls to the ground the frozen lake gives way and the wildling and weight fall through. 

Everyone watched in horror as the army of the undead circled around us. The ice on top of the lake broke away, leaving us encircled by a line of broken ice and frigid water. The undead stood at the edge of the water, not daring to go any further, unless they wanted to drown and die. Their hollow eyes locked onto us watching our every move. 

“Where’s the dragon!” Someone shouts. 

I looked up, wondering the same thing. 

My heart beat loudly and my throat closed up. There were more wights surrounding us and if we stayed any longer the Night King would be here. I turned to face the others, who were clearly disheveled and panicking themselves. Jon stares off where the wights stood, almost anticipating an attack. 

Where the fuck was Viserion?

As if he heard me, there's a loud roar overhead and then fire rains down from the sky and burns the wights. Everyone's head snaps up as Viserion flies by, torching the undead and turning them into ash. 

“Move! Make way!” I flailed my arms around, motioning everyone to step back and create a clearing for Viserion to land. He lands onto the rock and everyone climbs up. I sat at the front with Jon, Tormund, Jorah and Gendry made sure the cage was properly secured while Beric and Sandor carefully helped the injured Thoros up onto the dragon.  

Swiftly, Visierion flies up and back towards Eastwatch. I looked down, watching the undead burn when something caught my eye. I squinted and spotted the Night King. 

In his hand was an ice spear and I felt my heart drop. My hands tightened around Viserion’s spikes. I turned back to the men behind me who were holding onto dear life. 

“Hold on tight! Do not let go!” 

They hunker down, some readjusting their grip. I look down again and see the Night King preparing his aim at us.

“Evade, Viserion. Do not let him touch you.”

Viserion dives down, burning as much as he could. He circles around and faces the Night King, who throws the spear towards us. Quickly, Viserion dodges, pivoting left and rains fire from where the attack came before retreating fully. 

I glanced back, but couldn’t see the Night King anywhere. 

––

When we arrived back at Eastwatch, night had fallen. The ship had been waiting for us, ready for immediate departure. Jorah and Sandor dragged the cage with the wight aboard while Jon said his goodbyes to Tormund. 

“Let’s go.” He turns to me. 

I shook my head. “You go, I still have something to do.” 

Jon, gobsmacked, shakes his head. “No, you saw what’s over that wall. You can’t go.”

“I have to.” I said. “And before you say anything, Daenerys knows that I’m doing this.” 

“Fine.” He huffs. “I’ll go with you.” 

“No you won't. You have to get back to Dany.” 

“And you don't?"

“I do. Just after I’ve done this.” 

He sighs, eyes darting back. “At least take Tormund with you.” 

“You know I can’t-”

“Please.” He cuts me off. He frowns and I sighed. 

“Fine, I’ll think about it.”

Satisfied, he backs down. “Good.” 

“Now go. You have a Dragon Queen waiting for you.” I lightly shoved him back towards the ship. He shakes his head but boards the ship. Tormund and I stood there watching as the ship finally sailed off. 

––

The sun had just risen when Tormund and I met again in the hall. We each had a bowl of hot stew in front of us. 

“Alright, tell me the plan.” Tormund says, shoving a spoonful of the stew into his mouth. 

I drank some of the ale we’d been given. “I need to find a cave.” 

“There are a lot of caves.” 

“I know that.” I crossed my arms on top of the table. “This one is about east of the Fist of the First Men and west of the headwaters of the Antler River. There should be a huge Weirwood tree on top of it in a huge clearing.” 

He stops eating, staring at me. “There’s something in the caves.” 

I nod. “Something very valuable.” 

“Is it a dragon egg?”

I shake my head. “No.” 

“Then what?” 

“I’ll show you when I have it. So, can you help me?” 

He keeps his intense eye contact with me while slowly bringing a spoonful of the stew to his mouth. He loudly slurped, dragging it on longer than he should have. 

“Aye.” 

–––

“There,” Tormund's hand stuck out, pointing down at a small clearing in a forest below us. “If you land there then we’ll only have to walk a distance.” 

I nod and Viserion ascends down, carefully landing. We get off and Tormund rummages in his pack, pulling out an unlit torch. He raises it up to Viserion, waiting. I furrowed my brows, wondering what he was doing when it dawned on me. 

Knowing as well, Viserion looks back to me and I nod. He turns back and lets out just enough fire to light the torch without burning the Wildlings hand. 

Ecstatic, Tormund looks back at me, like a child. “Look!” I had to stop myself from laughing how easily entertained he was. 

Is this what the man who first created fire looked like?

I turned back to Viserion. “Stay vigilant for the undead. And stay close, I may need you.” He purrs, understands and flies away.

“Why isn’t he coming?” 

“Too much attention.” 

“What if we see White Walkers?” 

“What? Tormund Giantsbane can’t take care of a few White Walkers?” 

He puffs his chest, holding onto the torch tighter. “Of course I can!”

“Then let's go,” I said. 

We started walking through the dense forest, Tormund leading the way. The land was rugged and snowy, like most of the terrain beyond the Wall. My eyes scanned ahead in case any White Walkers or wights tried to attack us. We walked for hours before finally coming across it.

There was a clearing in the forest. A jagged hill in the middle with boulders around it. At the top was a giant Weirwood tree. Its branches fanned far out and high, its red leaves glowing in the sun. The trunk of the three was thick, a testament to how old it was. Its roots spread all over, some even exposed and covered in layers of snow. At the base of the hill, behind the boulders was a secret entrance. It looked as if it was blown open and then covered in rocks.

“Well we’re fucked.” Tormund says. “What the fuck even happened here?”

“White Walkers.” I replied, looking for an alternative entrance. “They ravaged the place.” 

“Looks like they did more than ravage.” 

I looked around for an alternative way in, pushing back rocks and the snow around the hill, but couldn’t find anything. 

“Right there,” Tormund points to a small opening, just enough for one person to pass through. It was on the other side of the hill, behind a large boulder. 

“You’ll have to stay out here.” I reached for the torch, but he pulled it away. 

“You don’t know what’s in there.” 

“Yes I do.” A few dead bodies and what I came here for the first place. 

“You just said White Walkers were here. They could be inside right now.” 

“And if they are, then I’ll kill them with my dagger.” 

“But-” 

“Tormund,” I firmly squeezed his arm. “I need you to stand guard and watch for any threat.”  He stops talking and puffs up again, nodding. He hands me the torch and pulls out his axe. 

I carefully slipped through the entrance, holding the torch out in front of me. Was it wrong for me to play into Tormund’s almost himbo mindset to get him to stay out? Sure. But, he didn’t seem to mind that much, happy to play on as the ‘big strong guy.’ 

Vines and three roots covered every inch of the place, even the ceiling. The passageway was narrow but opened up the deeper you went. I spotted a corpse of a man on the heavier side hunched over by a wall, which I assumed led to the other entrance. A little ways ahead, a direwolf with a white belly and a light brown fur coat lay lifeless too. The passageway opened into a large room, covered in three roots coming from up above. Bits of sunlight shone through the walls and ceiling. It was like being inside of a huge tree. 

In the middle of the room a cluster of roots stood tall, reaching from the ceiling to the floor. Its wild tendrils mimicked the Iron Throne, and at the center was a frail, dead body of a man. He was entwined into the roots, having been there for a very long time, his nails long and jagged, arms and fingers boney, his silver white hair falling out. 

This was it. 

I searched the room, high and low, looking for what I came for. It wasn’t until I turned to look around the man did I spot it, covered in its black and red scabbard with faded gold detailing. I set the torch down, getting on my hands and knees to dig it out of the mess of tree roots. Finally free, I was able to fully admire it. 

I pulled the blade out of its sheath, the almost metallic liquid looking steel shining back at me, even after all these years of not being used it still looked to be in somewhat pristine condition. Its crossguard was made up of gold and in the design of dragonwings with a bright red ruby at the center above the rainguard. Its grip was leather bound, clearly worn with a scale pattern on them, and the pommel was made of two pieces; a golden piece mimicking fire and a chunk of Valyrian steel molded into a dragon egg. 

Quickly I sheathed the sword and grabbed the torch, making my way back. I walked briskly, feeling that something was off. As I approached the entrance I could hear grunting and an axe swinging before a thud. I hurried and got out, only to see Tormund on the ground, a wight on top of him while he tried to push it back. 

I work fast to pull the sword out of its scabbard, running to where Tormund was. I lift the sword high and bring it down onto the wight, killing it instantly. Panting, he pushes the wight off of him and back onto his feet, grabbing his axe. 

“Took you long enough.” He gets ready for another quip, but stops when he sees what’s in my hand. 

“What is that?”

“Dark Sister.”

––

“You’re not going to take a ship?” I shook my head at Tormund. “It’ll take too long.” 

“And on Dragon?” 

“Long, but still faster than a ship.” 

Viserion growls behind us, eager to leave and get back to his mother and two brothers.

“I’ll see you again.” I say.

“Stay safe, dragon women.” He sticks his hand out and we shake, holding onto each other forearms.

“You as well.”

I quickly mount Viserion, and take to the sky. The cold wind blew past me and I sighed, finally able to go home. 

–– 

Night had fallen by the time I had arrived back to Dragonstone. The moon lit my way from the cliff sides to the castle. Viserion quickly went to find his brothers, exhausted from flying in the North so much. 

I found Daenerys in the throne room, staring out of the large floor to ceiling windows, deep in thought. The door closed softly behind me, catching her attention. 

“You’re back. Was there any trouble?” 

“Had a brief encounter, but other than that nothing else.” 

She saw me covering the sword behind me. “What is that?”

“It’s yours.” I stepped closer, grabbing her hand and leading her up to the throne. “Nearly half a century ago, your family lost one of its ancestral swords. And it wasn’t until hundreds of years later was it found again by explorers.”

“I don’t understand.” 

I stood her in front of the throne, stepping back. “Brynden Rivers, bastard son of Aegon the Unworthy. In 233, he traveled to the wall with the sword and later became Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, but then he vanished while he was ranging beyond the wall, taking the sword with him.”

I pulled the sword from behind me, taking it out of its scabbard and presented it to her. The moonlight pouring into the throne room glistened against the blade. The gold detailing, despite its rust, stood out against the Valyrian steel detailing. And the bright ruby that already stood out, glowed a deep red. 

“Dark Sister,” Daenerys said, breathless. 

Carefully, she reached out, letting her fingers glide across the swirling steel. She finally grasped the slim handle, feeling the weight of the sword. Her eyes lingered on it before shifting towards me. 

“That’s why you went.” 

“Partially, but yes.” I replied. “Bit by bit, we’re going to restore your family back to its former glory. Starting with this sword.” 

––

Everyone stood in the open courtyard, eagerly waiting for the “demonstration.” 

Daenerys stood on the steps, Missandei, Tyrion, Varys, and I at her sides. Grey Worm and a few Unsullied stood close to them, ready for a sudden attack. Jon and his men stood in the middle of the courtyard, a box at their feet. 

“You said you wanted proof of the undead,” Jon looked at Daenerys. He motioned for Jorah to open the lid of the box, reaching in and pulling off the burlap sack. Sandor kicked the box and out fell a chained skeleton in rags. Everyone watched, intently, as the wight slowly woke up and let out a shrill. It tried to run and attack, but couldn’t as the chains kept him close to the box. 

Daenerys’ face drops, the full weight of the situation clear to her. This was more than a fight for the throne now, it was about life and death. Having seen enough she motions for Jon to cage the wight again. It screams when the Hound punches it in its face before being bound and caged again and then dragged away.

“All of you risked your life to bring the world proof of the undead.” Daenerys steps down the steps. She looks up at Jon. “We’re going to destroy the Night King and his army, together. You have my word.” 

There’s a weight lifted off of everyone, relieved that Daenerys had agreed to join sides with Jon. 

“Thank you, Your Grace.” Jon tilts his head down and to everyone's surprise sinks down to one knee. Daenerys’ eyes widened, more surprised than anyone else. “I swear my allegiance to you, Daenerys Targaryen.” 

“What about those that swore allegiance to you?” 

“They’ll all come to see you for who you really are.” Jon replied. 

Daenerys squares her shoulders. “Rise, Jon Snow, Lord of Winterfell.” He stands and Daenerys takes his hands in hers, and the two share an intimate moment. 

Eventually, someone (me) loudly cleared their throat, pulling them back to reality. Awkwardly, they let go of each other, stepping back as if they’d been caught by their parents. 

“Let’s discuss this further in the painted chamber,” Daenerys says. She turns and walks down the hall. 

Daenerys sat at the head of the table with Missandei and I at her sides. Tyrion and Varys sat down as well, while Grey Worm and Jorah stood behind Dany at attention. Jon sat on the other end with Ser Davos at his side and his men behind him. 

“What is the progress on our armistice with Cersei?” Daenerys asks. 

“Cersei has agreed to it, surprisingly.” Tyrion replied. 

“That was easy.” Davos says. 

“She thinks we’re surrendering.” I turned to Tyrion. “Where are we meeting?”

“The old Dragonpit on Visenya's Hill. We’ll bring 300 Unsullied with us, half will be our escorts, the other half will stay by our ships. We’ll also be bringing 50 Dothraki with us.” He replied.

“We did say that we’d bring a small army to King's Landing.” I nodded towards Daenerys. I looked back at Grey Worm. “How were the upgrades to the Unsullied’s armor?”

“They have worked well. The armor is durable and the weapons are light and sharp. The enemy fell easily to us.” Grey Worm, nods, appreciative. 

“Good.” Daenerys says, bringing the attention back to her. “You all will arrive first with our gift while Y/n and I will arrive on Dragonback.” 

“Nope.” I shook my head. Daenerys turned to me, confused. 

“But-”

I shake my head again. “Nope. You need to assert your dominance on Cersei. Only you and Drogon will arrive together while I arrive with the rest. And, try to make it dramatic.”

Daenerys smiled, “I’ll do my best.” She turned back to the others, more serious now. “What is the progress on our travel to Winterfell?” 

“They’re fairing well, Your Grace.” Varys replied. “The servants have started packing all necessary items.” 

“What about food?” 

“We’ve got plenty now that Highgarden is ours.” 

“And for the dragons?” I ask. 

“We’ve filled as much as we can, but I’m afraid it’s not much. Perhaps the dragons can hunt while they’re North?” 

“We’re going as guests to the North and you’re suggesting that we slaughter their livestock?” I raised a brow. “The Northerners are already suspicious of other Westerosi, imagine what they’d think if a Targaryen brought her foreign army and three dragons to eat all their food, they’d never support us then. It doesn’t matter that we’re going to defend all of humanity along with them, the North will remember this. We’re going to defend the North and make nice with them.” 

Varys closes his mouth, looking towards Daenerys, who nodded at what I’d been saying. “I apologize, My Lady, Your Grace. It seems I may have misjudged.” 

I sighed through my nose, averting my gaze to Tyrion. “What about the villages on the island?” 

“The villages on Dragonstone?” 

I nod. “Ask them if we can take a few sheep from their herds, don’t say it’s an order, but as a sign of good luck or support towards Daenerys and her cause.” 

“Why would they do that?” Daenerys asks. 

“The Targaryens and the villagers have had a close relationship for many years. Some villagers are descendants of Targaryen bastards while others families used to tend to the dragons that have lived here. And second, you’re their Lord, anything you say they’ll do, within reason of course.” 

Daenerys seems to go over my words before nodding. “Alright,” she turned to Tyrion, “you have your orders.”

“We should also send ravens to Highgarden, Sunspear, and Pyke. We’re going to need all hands on deck if we’re going to go against the Night King and his army.” I say. 

Daenerys nods. “The meeting is in a few days and we’re set for Winterfell in a few weeks, we can not make any mistakes. This is more than a fight for the Iron Throne, this a fight for the Realm.” 

––––––

“Around eight-thousands Unsullied, nearly fifty-thousand Dothraki, one hundred Ironborn ships, two-thousand men from the Reach, and fifteen-hundred Dornish. That’s what, sixty one-thousand five hundred men?” I read aloud, 

“And Cersei?” Daenerys asks, back to me and facing the window.

I sighed, looking down at the paper. “Around twenty-thousand Lannister soldiers, four-thousand in the City’s Watch, one hundred and fifty Ironborn ships, and if she’s lucky, which I doubt, twenty-thousand soldiers from the Golden Company. Making the grand total, forty four-thousand with the Company and twenty four-thousand without.” 

“She’s out numbers either way.” 

“She is, but that doesn’t mean she’s that less of a threat. Cersei’s forces may be smaller than yours, but she’s strategic and resourceful which is why when we’re in King’s Landing it’s important to keep your head on a swivel, you can’t underestimate her.” 

“Head on a swivel?” She turns, frowning. “Is this another one of your ‘figures of speech’?” 

“Yes, something like that.” I smiled. “But I’m being serious, Dany. Keep your eyes open for anything. It could be a remark or a gesture, you are our number one priority.” 

She nods, sitting down next to me. “What about Jon?” 

“His numbers?” 

“Yes.” 

I turned over the paper, “ten-thousand men from Northern houses, three-thousand Wildlings, and four-thousand Knights of the Vale.” 

“Which means seventeen-thousand in total.” She adds up. “Making my total forces seventy eight-thousand five hundred soldiers. How many would I lose after fighting the Night King?”

“Half at best. All of them at worst.” I stretched my back. “From what I remember, it’s estimated that he has almost two hundred-thousand in his army.”  

Daenerys looks at me, bewildered, “How are we supposed to win if she says no? We'd be greatly outnumbered.” 

I placed a hand over hers. “Well, for starters, we have three dragons, and once we’ve slain the Night King the rest of his army will fall. So the quicker we can shank him to death, the better our numbers.” 

She sighs, squeezing my hand. “It seems all you’ve been doing as of late is comforting me when I should be comforting you. You’ve fought in battle after battle, yet you don’t seem all that affected.” 

“It’s no big deal.” I gave her a small smile. 

She studies my face, frowning. “What is it?” 

I looked away, contemplating. “I had a dream the night before we’d arrived at Eastwatch. I doubt that it was a Dragondream, or it would have come true, or it was me remembering the future, but I dreamt about it.”

“What was it?” 

I faced her fully, grabbing her hands. “Originally, Jon and his men were supposed to go to Eastwatch. Once they’d gotten the wight, they were surrounded by the Night King and his army. Jon had sent one of the men with him back to send you a raven of what was happening. You and all of your dragons arrived to rescue them, but while fleeing the Night King threw a spear at Viserion, killing him.” I felt Daenerys’ grip on my hand tighten. “The rest of you managed to escape, but then the Night King resurrected Viserion and turned him into a wight. After that, he used Viserion to melt down the wall and march south.” 

Daenerys lets out a shaky breath. “But now he doesn’t have him, so he won’t be able to march south, right?” 

I shrugged. “In theory, but we live in a world of dragons and the undead walking.” I sighed, rubbing my face. “The Wall and him are made of the same magic, his is just darker, I guess? His sole reason for being alive is to cause destruction and plunge the world into a long and bitter winter. He’ll find a way south, it may take him some time, but it will happen.” 

She nodded, taking the information in as well as anyone would in her situation. 

“Hey,” I said. “No frowning, come on. We have a big day coming, so no frowning, okay?” 

She smiles, nodding. “Alight, no frowning.”

“So,” I smiled, my tone lighter. “How are you and Jon doing?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied quickly, turning away from me. 

“Oh, yeah?” I laughed. “Then that little scene in the courtyard was nothing? The way you two looked into each other's eyes.” I leaned in, placing my chin on her shoulder, looking over at her. “They way you two affectionately held onto each other's hands.” 

Her face turned red. “He was merely swearing his allegiance to me, nothing more.” 

“Uh-huh. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you two fancy each other?” 

“Jon likes me?” She quickly turns, trying her best to hide her smile. 

I huffed. “For someone who has nothing going on with him, you sure do look happy that he’s attracted to you.”

She looked like she'd been caught with her hand down the cookie jar. 

“Be honest, do you like him?”

She tried to hide her smile, looking down at her lap. “Yes.”

I smiled. “Finally, she admits it. I’m not against it,” I hummed. “You two would make a good couple, dare I say perfect.” 

She gasped, face red. “Alright, enough. Go, shoo, leave me be.” 

I laughed, getting up. “Fine, fine. But I’m not wrong. Maybe you should put some thought into it.” 

a/n: i know i'm horrible for updating late (like always), but i was soo stressed from shopping and packing everything that i kinda forgot about it ngl. but who cares lol.

i've suddenly gotten a bit more motivated to write some of my other series so perhaps i'll upload that, but it all depends on if the motherlands network allows me to.

anyways, i'll be back with another chapter once i'm back home. see you all!

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[starlightshadowsworld]

The Armed Detective Agency as Epic the Musical Lyrics (contains Manga Spoilers)

Yukuchi Fukuzawa: Just a man

“I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine

You’re as old as he was

When I left for war

Will these actions haunt my days?

Every man I’ve slain

Is the price I pay endless pain?

Close your eyes

And spare yourself the view”

Edogawa Ranpo: Luck Runs Out

“Have faith friend we’ve come this far

‘Yes but how much longer till your luck runs out?

How much longer till your show goes south?

How much longer till we all fall down?

You rely on wit

And people die on it’ ”

Akiko Yosano: My goodbye

“Unlike you when someone dies I’m left to deal with the strain

What’s a title of a goddess if I’ll never sleep at night?

I’ll remind you I saw you as a friend

But now we’re done

This way your out of my head now

This way you won’t plague my life”

Doppo Kunikida: Monster

I’m surrounded by the souls of those I’ve lost

I’m the only one who’s line I haven’t crossed

What if the greatest threat we’ll find across the sea

Is me?

What if I’m the monster?

What if I’ve been wrong?

What if I’m the problem that’s been hiding all along?

Katai Tayama: Puppeteer

“But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside

‘What did this palace hide?’

Sir since we left home we’ve faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places

Gods, monsters you know the roster

Hostile creatures that we could resist

But this was a hell of a twist because we are weak to a power like this

‘What was it?’

A woman”

Osamu Dazai: We’ll be fine

“I had a friend before and he was a lot like you

I helped him fight through war but he had his demons too

And then we grew apart

Then his light went dark

And so I thought maybe if I’d made a different call

Maybe if I hadn’t missed it all

Maybe he’d be fine”

Kenji Miyazawa: Open Arms

“You can show a person that you trust them

When you stop and lower your guard

Here we have a chance for some adjustment

Give it a try it’s not that hard

I’m telling you

This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms”

Junichiro Tanizaki: Odysseus

“He’s using the darkness to hide his approaches

We’re empty handed up against an archer

Our only hope is to strike him in the darkness

We know these halls the odds can be tilted

‘You don’t think I know my own palace?

I built it’ ”

Atsushi Nakajima: The Underworld

“All I hear are screams

Every time I dare to close my eyes

I no longer dream

Only nightmares of those who died

Nothings what it seems (nothings what it seems)

And here in the underworld the past seems close behind

This land confuses the mind”

Kyouka Izumi: I can’t help but wonder

“I can’t help but wonder what your world must be

If we’re like each other

If I have your strength in me

All this time I’ve wondered

If you’d embrace me as your own

Twenty years I’ve wondered

For so long I’ve felt alone”

[penvisions]

step by step {frankie morales x reader}

Pairing: Boyfriend Frankie Morales x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: Frankie has something planned for you and you have no idea.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: just fluff, nervous frankie, overthinking reader, that's it

A/N: just a little thing i put together for the thoughtful bouquets of pedro challenge by hosted by the lovely @happypedrohours! my prompt was no. 5 -> frankie morales and public proposal

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Frankie isn’t sure where his sudden nerves come from. He knows his plan, painstakingly detailed and accounting for everything would all play out with the help of his friends. He knows that the conversation has come up in passing, little dreamy ‘well, when we’re marred’ or ‘for our anniversary’ what ifs exchanged between you both gives him the confidence in the decision he’s made. From heavy sleep mumbled words uttered in complete safety to asides while out shopping together, full of laughter and bright smiles- he knows he’s doing the right thing.

The restaurant is booked, one of your favorites.

The guest list is small, just your best friend and your group of mutual friends.

Favorite bottle of wine chilling behind the bar, though he isn’t the biggest fan of wine.

Something is off, despite everything working out perfectly. The weather is clear, the sun is shining warmly on the patio that shoulders up to the beach. Waves lap gently at the shoreline less than a smile out. His nerves rachet up his heart, making him feel like he’s just run a mile and it all makes sense when his phone is suddenly ringing.

Your name and the photo he snapped of you smelling flowers in the garden you cultivated together brightens his screen.

“Frankie, baby, I’m so sorry. You know I love you and love our nights out but I have to bail last minute.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s my dickhead of a boss,” You voice raises, though there’s no bite to it, no real heat. You aren’t mad so much as you are frustrated. “He sent everyone home thinking it would be a slow day, but now we’re swamped with late pickups. Crabby, tired kids fresh from an overnight fieldtrip plus frazzled parents is so not how I planned to spend my afternoon. I’d much rather be with you.”

A muffled chorus of long drawn out teasing o’s can be head over the line, he can practically picture you waving you hand at them and shushing them gently to get them to stop. They were all young, your class and another two spending the last two days together at the observatory for a lesson in astrology. A fourth grade class full of squiggly kids that you loved and loved you back. Science teachers are still cool at their age.

“Mi amor, it’s okay. I completely understand,” Frankie’s words garner the attention of his best friend, who’s head whips up from where he’s adjusting the flowers in the bouquet resting on the table. “We can always go out another night, you know me, I don’t mind.”

“You’re too good to me, Frankie,” He can hear the smile in your voice, and his heart stutters. One hand reaches into his pocket and toys with the velvet box there. He wants to make you smile for the rest of his life. “I promise I’ll be done by six, do you want me to- oh! Mrs. Callahan, thank you so much for letting us know you’d be late! Jamie is in the restroom, but his bag is here and he’s all set to go once he gets back.”

“I’ll let you go hermosa, don’t worry about dinner!” His voice is heard, he’s sure in the way you rush out a quick goodbye before the connection clicks closed.

“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Santiago says with a pout, fingers twirling a piece of ribbon on the bouquet. “I wanted to see my two favorite people be ooey gooey saps for each other.”

“Hey, what about me?” Benny shouts from the bar, the open air concept for the restaurant allows him to hear his friends words.

“You’re like my seventh favorite person, don’t fool yourself Miller.” Santiago smirks over at his friend, raising his own glass in salute before taking a sip. The ice clinks against the glass as he sets it down. Your best friend and his girlfriend sidles up and plops herself sideways in his lap, hands naturally rising to hold her steady while she wraps hers around his neck.

“What about me?”

“You, of course.” And then they kiss. Frankie would make a jab at him, but he’s a little crestfallen that his plan got derailed by something so simple as afterschool pick up. Something he did not account for, though he probably should’ve. Breaking away from the quick peck, Santiago helps her back to her feet and begins to gather the stuff they brought along with them. “Alright, let’s get a move on.”

“What, where are we going?”

“We’re gonna surprise your girl at the school. You can pop the question there as well as you could’ve here, no?”

“She’s working…”

“Francisco Morales.” His strict tone is echoed by three other voices repeating his name. “We are going to take this wine, the food we ordered to go, the decorations and pretty up your living room for when you return home with your fiancé and then we can celebrate.”

Half an hour later, you’re sitting cross legged in the grass beside the three remaining students when Frankie’s truck pulls up into the empty parking lot. You know you don’t look your best, feeling haggard and barely able to entertain the three small bodies surrounding you with a game of cards. The brightly colored ones in your hand blur together and you hand over the one asked after.

“Yes! Look, Miss Fish, I won!” One of them exclaims while the other two groan in annoyance. Despite it all, they all share wide, bright smiles that has your heart fluttering. You wanted a baby so bad, but the agreement was marriage and then baby. Frankie’s upbringing inspiring him to be proper about the way things happened and you couldn’t deny him the structure he longed for. He was worth it, he was worth everything.

“Mr. Fish! Mr. Fish!” The trio chants as Frankie steps out of his truck across the small strip lot with a bag hanging from two thick fingers. His smile is gummy underneath his dark sunglasses and worn hat, watching him approach the three children rushing him cause butterflies to swarm in your tummy. He reaches into it as they clammer for it in his grasp, only chuckling at their overzealous enthusiasm.

“Alright, alright, here ya go you lil monsters,” Once they all have a small bottles of juice and little wooden puzzles, he heaves a small grunt and settles in the grass beside you. He lowers the shield over his eyes and winks at you in greeting.

“And how is Miss Fish holding up?” His hand reaches for yours and he tangles his fingers with yours. But you don’t answer, too enamored with the way he looks with the late afternoon sun shining down on him.

A car pulls up, a late parent and you slowly get to your feet to greet them and help load the happy child into their backseat. Turning back, you see Frankie typing something into his phone with a small frown on his face. You feel a stab of remorse, knowing that your own low mood is affecting him.

He patiently waits for you as the remaining parents arrive, patting the grass beside him where he’s stretched out one leg while keeping the other propped up and leans back onto one elbow. He’s the picture of ease and you wish you had more energy for him as heat sparks behind your hips. His plush lips stretch into a smile when you hold the skirt of your dress close to your body and settle back down.

“You seem a little low energy, everything okay?” His sunglasses are tucked into his collar, brown eyes on display as he looks you over.

“Just worn out, forty kids need way more supervision than two teachers and two parent volunteers,” You can’t help the sigh that carries the words.

“Well, let’s get you home, we can pick up something on the way to my place for dinner.”

“Baby, I kind of just want to crash.” You can’t help but feel like it’s just a damper on his good mood, he probably wanted to go out with the guys, have some drinks and enjoy his weekend. “I’m sorry, I think I’m just going to go home. Let you have the night to yourself.”

“I don’t mind staying in and looking after you, you know that,” His brow furrows as he watches the emotions play over your face. He’s confused and you feel even worse.

“Frankie, you missed last week’s fight because I was stuck in bed with cramps. Go spend some time with your friends, please.” You trail a nail over the scruff of lining his jaw, press the pad of your index finger to his lips and offer a half smile.

“If you really want to be alone, I won’t push.” He leans over to press his lips to your forehead before getting up and offering his hands to help pull you up. “I just want you to be okay, bebita.”

“I’ll be okay with some rest,” You let him wrap you in his arms, guiding you over to the truck where he opens the door for you to load into the passenger seat. He kisses you chastely before you hop out with your bag over your shoulder, waving as you turn to offer him one last smile before you unlock your apartment door.

Frankie paces in his living room, aware of Santiago’s hard eyes watching his every move.

“You can’t back out, hermano. She’s the love of your life.”

“You should’ve fuckin’ seen her, Santi,” Frankie groans out as he drags a heavy hand through his curls, worn hat hurled into an empty armchair. “She looked so down, saying she kept me in the house when I’d spend every fucking minute with her if she’d let me. But maybe…maybe she’s getting tired of me asking her to come over or me over at her place? What if she’s going to break up with me?”

“Okay, deep breath, let’s not start that.”

“Santi, she-“

“Fransisco.” Santiago stands up and grips Frankie’s shoulders tight to face him head on. “Tomorrow morning, you are going to take that little velvet box and walk into her classroom. You are going to propose to her and she is going to say yes.”

“But-“

“I will be here at seven sharp, be ready.” And with that Frankie is alone and gazing at the ring he picked out with your smiling face in mind.

You turn around from the whiteboard when giggles burst into the air. The dry erase marker in your hand squeaks as you slowly put the cap back on, a little distracted by the form of Frankie and Santigo standing just inside the doorway to your classroom.

“Mr. Fish! Are you here for class today?”

“Uh, no, sorry.” He walks further into the classroom, between two rows of full desks where the children begin to titter amongst themselves. “Mr. Fish is here to ask Miss Fish…if she’d like to be Mrs. Fish.”

His voice is even despite the way you see his fingers tap against his thighs, his eyes trained on you as he approaches. He reaches into the front pocket of his khakis for a small black box.

“I’d gladly spend every moment with you, no matter where we are or what we do. I love our time together and I want to be the one you choose to spend forever with, if you’ll have me.” He kneels right in front of you even as you feel your heart race behind your ribs, fingers tingling as you resist the urge to reach out for him. You have to let him finish the words you know he prepared and went over again and again. He opens the box and holds it up high. “Baby, will you make me the happiest man and be my Mrs. Fish?”

“Say yes!!”

“You have to say yes!!”

“Mr. and Mrs. Fish!”

A chorus of high pitched voices call out as you watch the nervous expression on Frankie’s face. His eyes are so wide, hope flickering in them as you trail a hand down the side of his face. His eyes flutter shut and you can’t help smile as your own flicker to Santigo still by the door. He nods his head with a wide smile, encouraging you because he knows the insecurities you harbor. He is your brother after all.

“I would be honored to be Mrs. Fish, Frankie.” Your face breaks out into a wide smile, heart jumping as you look down at the man you love. And he’s up in a second, trembling fingers pulling the beautiful ring from the box and slipping onto your finger. His laugh shakes you both as he pulls you into his chest.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fish! That’s so cool!” They giggle and chatter as you lean back and firmly press your lips to your fiancé’s.

“Does this mean we get the rest of the day off?” Frankie holds you tight even as you aim a faux stern look over the entire class. You have a feeling he’s never going to let you go and you have absolutely no complaints about it either. Your heart is full and the ring feels right on your finger, glittering as you hold up your hand and gaze at it along with Frankie.

banners and dividers by the lovely @cafekitsune

[cruel-hiraeth]

Ohh are you done with season 1?? I’d love to get a kae bllk recap! A Kaecap if you will! I wanna know your thots and feelings hehe

LEXI—YETH, I HAVE FINISHED! without further ado, i present:

BLUE LOCK SEASON 1 KAECAP

overall, i enjoyed the story much more than i anticipated!

i don’t care for soccer at all…or teenage boys…so i wasn’t expecting much. but—and i think this mostly is due to isagi’s personality and character development—i was quite invested from the beginning. isagi is a compelling main protagonist, and the story is so wild that he helps ground things when the supporting characters are in constant flux. it’s frustrating as a reader/viewer that as soon as you become comfortable with isagi’s team, he is forced to form a new one. but our frustration mirrors his frustration, and his excitement to improve helps move us forward with him.

some of the animation was goofy; i’m specifically thinking about the aerial shots of the boys running—it looked weird as hell. it reminded me of certain nintendo games, actually: the 3d style that’s so shitty you’d rather see it in 8-bit or 2d…idk what they were thinking with those action shots LOL.

and the shorts were CUTE! i ate them up at the end of each episode. it was nice to get a peek into the boys’ camaraderie and personalities. and—later on—i liked seeing updates on the former team z members.

now for my personal character assessment:

love list: isagi, bachira, nagi

like list: kunigami (RIP), chigiri, gagamaru, reo

shit list: igaguri, barou, rin, shidou

n/a list: everyone else

of course the character rankings are subject to change, but i personally enjoyed watching isagi, bachira, and nagi the most—although kunigami, chigiri, gaga, and reo were right behind them. the characters i dislike are either either insufferable, an asshole, or both. i know i met shidou for all of 2 minutes, but the way he spoke about kunigami made him the fastest ever addition to my shit list.

all in all, i’m looking forward to season 2!

[ethicstownpod]

The show seems (please correct me if I’m wrong) to have been cast pretty gender blind. Talking of gender roles in the Q&A, was it ever a possibility that January was a woman/non binary?

You are indeed (pretty much) correct! The entire show was cast gender blind aside from January*. I don’t have the exact disclaimer on me, but the casting call said something like:

“Anyone who feels comfortable playing a character who identifies as a man and uses he/him pronouns is encouraged to audition for this role.”

January was always written to be a cishet white man from England. I was very open to people who didn’t match some, or any, of those characteristics playing the part (Rhys does not in fact have a wholly English accent, but unless you’ve spent a lot of time where his family’s from you’d never be able to tell. Also, straight? My brother??), but he was written to be a really stereotypical Bad Politician From A Small English Town**.

But, you cry, that was S1 January! If he can be a little homosexual, surely he could have transed his gender?

True! Ish… January potentially being played by a trans actor was always a ‘this is a conversation to be had post-casting’ kind of thing. It would entirely depend on what the actor was comfortable with.

Say, for example, January had been played by a trans masc person. That would be a difficult thing to bring up in a later season, after January has already robbed two women of their bodily autonomy and ruined a little girl’s life… Not really the commentary I was going for! And you don’t even know what he’s going to do in S3 yet…

So in that situation I would have suggested it just doesn’t get mentioned; nothing to confirm January is a cis man, but nothing to imply he’s trans either. Of course, had someone not been comfortable with that I’d have worked with it.

If he’d been played by a trans femme/nonbinary actor the above isn’t so much an issue. Obviously I’m not saying it’s okay to imply trans women steal from other women, but it would be much easier, with the way the narrative is designed, to say, “Well, January did those things because she was written to be a cis gender man and a villain. Now that’s she’s starting to develop a sense of self she’s still a villain, just in a cool and sexy way now.” (Obviously this is paraphrasing/a joke. Cisgender man January isn’t even really a villain). And then S2/3 January could have a fun little gender arc with Noah.

But honestly, everything in this hypothetical would depend on the actor. Rhys is amazing, obviously, and while we may not be getting 🏳️‍⚧️Trans Rep🏳️‍⚧️ from this specific character I don’t feel like January having any kind of queer arc is hindered at all by him being played by a (umbrella term) bisexual actor.

Much like what I was saying about January wrt gender roles in the Q&A, Rhys likes sewing and crafts and girly pop music and kids’ cartoons and baby animals and childcare and cooking and (once every 9 months when the planets align) talking about his feelings.

He also rides a motorbike, likes to make his own electronics, and talks really, really loudly in the pub even though everyone he’s talking to is within a half metre radius. Y’know, guy stuff.

It’s great that there are so many micro labels available to people who want them, but, “I don’t really feel like a very guyish guy, and that’s because straight men have historically set the standard for what it means to be a guy. I’m still a guy, I’m just having a queer guy experience,” is still a totally valid gender take, and I feel like that’s much more where January-played-by-a-cis-man sits. So, y’know, that’s actual January that we actually have.

At least, until he commits his next crime and totally forgets about being gay.

*At this point you may be thinking, “But if January was a heterosexual man, surely his spouse would have to be played by a woman?” Mayhaps! January’s spouse would have to be played by someone who was comfortable portraying a woman for ~1 episode. But there was absolutely no reason “Al” couldn’t have transitioned in any way shape or form in S2 onwards. It just so happened L killed it ridiculously hard and also uses she/her pronouns.

**There are absolutely bad female politicians from small English towns. There are also bad politicians of colour from small English towns. And bad queer politicians, usually not from small towns but sometimes. But statistically it is cishet white men. Currently, 68% of UK mayors are men. 88% are white. 60% are white men. And that’s in the year of our lord 2025.

[crossdressingdeath]

I've been fiddling with a thing about Viago and de Riva scheming together to make Viago the Fifth Talon (because I find the idea of de Riva being involved in that and that being partially why they're so close to Viago very fun). I haven't figured out exactly what I'm doing with it, but the scheming itself is going great.

“I swear, he’s always staring at me,” Percy grumbled. “The ceiling could fall on him and I bet he wouldn’t even notice.”

“Hm.”

“And he treats me like a servant!” When Viago held out a hand, Percy dropped the vial into it. “I mean, I know I’m just a fledgling, but I’m still a mage! You’d think he could find some use for me, instead of just making me do busywork for him.”

“You’d think.”

“You’re not even listening! You’ve seen what I can do, but he keeps making me do chores for him instead of practicing my magic. He’s got me cleaning his room, running messages for him…” Percy glanced at Viago pointedly. “Fetching his meals…”

Three drops of venom fell to the table before Viago righted the vial. “Does he now?”

“Mhm.” There was a familiar gleam of mischief in Percy’s eyes as he hopped up to sit on the table. “It’s nice to be trusted, though. He doesn’t even test the meals I bring him for poison anymore.”

“What, never?” Viago sealed the vial and set it down on the table before he could spill any more of its contents. “That seems… unwise, for a Talon.”

“I’m very trustworthy.” Percy offered his most guileless smile, the one Viago only ever saw when he was up to something. “And I’ve never done a thing to hurt him! The most I ever do is add little things to his meals. Like seasoning. If I ever did more than that he’d probably kill me, never mind letting me near his food again.”

“It’s lucky you’ve never done more than that, then,” Viago said.

“Lucky? Come on, what do you take me for? I’m not stupid.” Percy picked up the vial of venom and held it up, twisting it back and forth to admire the way the light shone through it. “I’m not much of a cook, though. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve his meals, I’d love to hear them.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Viago grabbed Percy’s arm as the fledgling bounced off the table and began to stroll away. “Why?”

Percy smiled again, less guileless and more genuine. “I told you, didn’t I?” He set a hand on Viago's shoulder and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I’m not the Fifth Talon’s Crow. I’m yours.”

“Some might call that treachery.”

“Not for much longer, I don't think.” Percy set the vial in Viago's hand. “Let me know when you're free for that cooking lesson, would you?” he called over his shoulder as he left. “I can make time whenever you like.”

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY! 💘

Hello, it’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, again! The confusingly named game where you:

Reblog this post with a snippet of whatever you’re working on (art, writing, music, crafts, whatever!) and I encourage you and comment briefly !

It doesn’t need to be Dragon Age! You can do whatever !

Because it is weekly, I won’t really be reblogging after Thursday is over, but you can still add stuff, if you want!

If you are looking for comments on/promotion of work that is currently being published, I do that on Bio(ware)feedback days! The next one is 2/22/2025!

Thanks for sharing your work, and have a great day!

[arcxnumvitae]

Every time I make a post about my fae being dramatic or them being weird, please know that I’m doing so because I’m also in stupefied awe at it.

[rowanvankessel]

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, if I was going to see an artist I loved and they played for four hours? At least I’d be getting bang for my buck.” Rowan smirked at him, leaning forward as well, their conversation now between just the two of them even if it was delightfully flippant. “However, not leaving your seat for the entire show if you’re needing to use the bathroom is…gross. That is how you get a UTI.” Chuckling as she took another sip of her drink, the way their beverages were on the opposite sides of the spectrum amusing to her. Maybe it was just a small indication of why they didn’t work out in the end, as much fun as they had together they were two different people. That was fine when it came to friendships but in a relationship? Well it just hadn’t been enough for them apparently. 

As he stuck his tongue out she reached out in a motion that implied she was going to try and grab it, not that this was really something she was going to go through with. “Yeah, fuck you for wanting a drink that tastes good!” She reiterated as if it was a real statement, laughing a bit as she sat back again. The cookie plate slid between them caught the model’s eye immediately, roaming across the cute little shapes they were cut into, fingers itching as she tried to resist reaching out for one. “Oh really? Does your new girlfriend know you’re so willing to share - or is that just something that was a thing when we were dating?” Rowan teased softly, obvious surprise on her face at how easily he agreed to another holiday - expecting the idea to be shot down thanks to his new love and all that shit. “She won’t? She needs to invest in a better agent then - always get that shit in writing. Not that I’m going to try anything, obviously. I have self control.” Pondering the question she lost her battle with resistance and reached out to grab a star sugar cookie, pretty white icing on it that made the snap even better when she broke it in half. “You ever been to Berlin? I think you’d like it.” @ofalchemyy

"i don't know," austin said, leaning towards her conspiratorially. "that big artist that was touring last summer? those shows were, like, four hours long. and some people weren't leaving their seats for that entire show. all you gotta do is train yourself and you can do anything." he winked. he did have a vested interest in adri. that was true. and he wanted her to have support that wasn't just faceless fans. not that those fans weren't a good thing, but austin knew -from experience- that having a familiar face to look for in the crowd made big moments mean so much more. he'd found her immediately the last time she'd been at his game and he'd scored a touchdown and that moment of mutual celebration had been incredibly special to him. austin had dated people in the past who didn't really care about his football career -present company excluded. it had made things tough. they didn't understand the travel or the schedule. performers were the same way. maybe that was why it worked.

he stuck his tongue right back at her. "well fuck me for wanting my drink to taste good i guess!" he tipped back some more of his hot cocoa concoction for emphasis. a wide smile stretched across his face. "i mean, if you'd been into it, i could've been persuaded." he shrugged his shoulders and ordered a plate of cookies from the passing waiter. it was the holidays. cheat days were allowed. and he wanted to dunk them in his hot chocolate. "yeah, why not? she won't even make you sign a contract saying that." he thanked the waitress and slid the cookie plate between them with a flourish, immediately reaching for an iced sugar cookie shaped like a christmas tree and dunking it into his drink before taking a bite. "where should we go this time?"