#that would be on and off 4 clouds of sadness

[thebearer]

the milestone menu: roasted red pepper and tomato soup for sad days

prompt: the death of mikey's anniversary is near. you make a comfort meal for carmen.

contains: mentions of death. angty with a side of fluff (at the end). anxious!carmen (i mean ofc).

INGREDIENTS

3 red bell peppers. 4 large tomatoes, peeled, seeded, chopped. An onion, chopped. 2 garlic cloves, minced

1 1/2 tsp thyme. 2 tsp paprika. A pinch of sugar. Salt & pepper. Cayenne

1/2 cup Chicken broth. 2 tbsp butter. 1 1/2 tbsp flour.

DIRECTIONS

Cover peppers in oil, broil until black, turn to get all sides. Put them in a paper bag to rest, the skin & seeds should come off easily. Chop. Heat oil on med heat in a large pot, cook garlic & onions until soft. Add tomatoes, peppers, thyme, paprika, and sugar. Cook on med-low, until most of the liquid has evaporated, about 20 minutes. Stir in 6 cups of chicken stock, salt & pepper. Bring to boil & simmer for 20 mins, until the vegetables are tender. Strain soup. Use a food processor or blender, and blend solids to your desired consistency. In your large pot, melt butter & add flour. Add soup/purée and stir, simmer for a few minutes.

“Hey, baby,” Carmen’s voice came to you before he did. A heavy sigh, tired and heavy from the day, from the looming anniversary approaching. 

Mikey’s death date was creeping closer and closer, the days darker and colder as did Carmen’s demeanor. Longer days at work, distant even when he was home with you. You worried about him, though everyone told you not to. 

“He just… he gets like this when it gets closer to the date, you know?” Richie muttered when you’d confided in him at family dinner. “We all get kinda fucked up, but Carm… That’s just how he is, y’know? Just give’im some time.” 

Anchovy purred, rubbing against Carmen’s leg. It was almost like he knew. Carmen would swear he did, that he could sense his owner’s upset, that he was trying to make it better. He’s like you, Carmen would say, giving you a half grin that always had you swooning. 

Carmen frowned when he didn’t see you lingering about. Not in the doorway smiling at them, leaning in for a kiss, wrapping him in a hug. “Babe?” Carmen called again, looking down the hall. The lights were on in the kitchen, a small clinking of bowls and silverware. 

Carmen found you in front of the stove, trying to keep quiet, stirring a pan on the burner gently. “Hey,” He frowned when you jumped, turning around with a wide eyed gaze, like you’d been caught. 

“Carm,” You chirped, body shimmying in front of the stove, too close to the flame in a too loose shirt. Carmen fought the urge to tell you to move or tuck your shirt in. 

“You’re-You weren’t supposed to be home early.” You turned to the clock blinking on the microwave. “I-I thought you weren’t going to be home for another hour.” 

“Richie told me to leave.” Carmen frowned, trying to peer around you. 

“Why?” You blocked his view with your body, a side step in front of him. 

“‘Cause he’s a fuckin’ jaggoff lately. What’re you doin’?” Carmen huffed lightly, grabbing your waist gently, holding you in place so he could see around you. A large pot on the stove, bubbling to life, steam clouding the clear lid that covered it. 

“I’m cooking.” You huffed, shoulders deflating lightly. “I-I was going to surprise you. I had this whole thing planned, and I got candles and I was going to change out of this.” You threw your hands down on your sweatshirt- Carmen’s sweatshirt. One from Copenhagen he’d picked up when it was especially cold. You’d stolen in, not that he minded, he liked you better in it anyways. 

“Was going to at least try to look a little nice.” You mutter, wiping off a small stain, a glob of tomato that had flung when the processor lid wouldn’t come off earlier. 

“You look beautiful, c’mon.” Carmen shook his head at you. “What’re you- Why’re you doin’ all this?” His heart skipped for a moment, looking at the calendar pinned on the fridge. “Did I- We didn’t have plans?” Fuck, he’d been so busy he’d forgotten. Head everywhere but where it needed to be. First he was fuckin’ up dishes left and right at work, and now he couldn’t even remember a fuckin’ date. 

“No,” You shook your head, stilling Carmen’s racing mind. “I just… I wanted to do something nice.” You looked up at him, hands grabbing him sweetly, holding them in your own. “For you.”

“For me?” Carmen whispered, swallowing around the tightness in his throat, in his chest. “What’re you talkin’ about for me? What-Why would you wanna-” 

“Because,” You shrugged lightly, hands swinging between the two of you gently. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.” 

Carmen saw the hesitation on your face, knew what was coming before you said it. He tensed in your hold. “I just… With everything-” 

“-Don’t.” Carmen shook his head, the burn in his throat strangling his voice. “You don’t have to, baby.” 

“I do.” Your eyes met his, rounding in his gaze. “I want to. I-I don’t really think it will help, but… I don’t know. Whenever I was sad my mom would make this for me.” You nod back towards the pot on the stove. “It always made me feel better.” 

Carmen thought he might cry. He willed himself, squeezing your hands, pulling you into his chest to hold you. He just needed to hold you, to feel you, pressing his nose to your scalp, inhaling your scent. 

All the emotions he’d repressed, swallowed down and tried to power through. Anytime he’d turn the corner, see Mikey’s smiling face on the fall and he’d feel like breaking down. Screaming, crying, punching the walls, pulling his hair out, ears ringing and heart hammering; instead, he’d go to the walk-in to breathe through collapsing lungs.

You felt Carmen’s shaky breath, rattle out of his chest and shake into yours. Your hand rubbed gently against his back, up his spine in a soothing way you hoped would calm him. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, cheeks pressed against his chest. His heart raced in your ear, a pounding thud that made your own heart squeeze. “I’m so sorry, Carm.” 

“It’s alright.” Carmen gritted, jaw clenching, willing his tears back. “It’s-it’s just a lot. I don’t even fuckin’ know why. Why-Why I even get like this when-when it’s been so long.” 

“Don’t do that.” You shook your head, frowning at him lightly. 

“No, no it’s true. I- fuck, I shouldn’t be-” 

“-Carmen,” You held his gaze firmly. His red rimmed blue eyes met yours, a little wary, vulnerable. You softened, fingers brushing through his hair. “It’s ok.” 

The finality in your voice, soft but certain, it made Carmen’s jaw shake, emotions bubbling over. He held you, rocking side by side in the kitchen, cries muffled into your shoulder. You held him back, just as tight, cooing shushes over the hums of the appliances, his tears wet on his sweatshirt- your sweatshirt. 

“Don’t expect a lot.” You gave a small, teasing smile over your shoulder. 

Carmen had settled into his usual seat at the small kitchen table. He’d sheepishly wiped his tears, letting you dote on him sweetly. Kiss his tears away, soft lips pressing to his wet cheeks, his nose, pulling him in so his lips were on yours, arms still tangled around the other. 

“It’s not, like, gourmet or anything.” You shook your head, ladling out the hot liquid into a bowl. “It is my Nana’s recipe though.” 

“Better than gourmet then?” Carmen’s voice was raspy with dried tears, though he smiled lightly. Bright enough to warm your heart, leave you smiling, plating the grilled cheese. 

“She’d love that you said that.” You grin, setting the steaming bowl and sandwich in front of him. You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, a hand running down the back of his neck lovingly. 

He burned at the simplicity, the sweetness of it all. So loving and affectionate freely, without any strings attached. Mikey would’ve loved you, Carmen was so sure of it. 

“This is good.” Carmen nodded, swallowing his spoonful. 

“Yeah?” You grinned proudly, positively beaming. 

Of course it was good, the best fuckin’ thing he’s ever had. It came from you, so it only made sense it was. Carmen didn’t say that. Instead, he smiled, reaching over for your hand, squeezing it across the table. “Yeah. Amazing. Just what I needed.” He swallowed another wave of tears, happier this time. “Thank you for, uh, for doin’ this.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” You propped your head in your free hand, a lopsided, lovey smile that warmed Carmen from the inside out. He knew his cheeks were blushing, tingling pink under your affectionate gaze. 

“It’s really good.” Carmen took another spoonful, the warmth spilling down his throat, soothing his chest. “Sorry I came home early and didn’t call. I just… I’ve been out of my mind, y’know? I’m sorry about that too, it’s-it’s not fair to you, and-” 

“-Carm,” You squeezed his hand lightly, fingers intertwining with his. “I’m glad you like it.” You smile sweetly. 

Carmen nodded, leg still shaking under the table. He didn’t let go of your hand, held it in an iron grip like a lifeline and you let him, thumb sweeping over his inked knuckles calmly. 

If Mikey could see him now, he’d be howling in laughter, cackling at Carmen at how “whipped” he was. Mercilessly tease him for being “soft” in a way that only a big brother could. But he knew Mikey would be so proud, so fuckin’ happy that Carmen found you- that Carmen had someone like you.

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[storiesforthemoonchild]

NYE Kiss | Alessia Russo x Reader

happy new year! this request, changed it a little... enjoy (18+)

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you. It’s almost midnight. Why are you sitting in here alone?” Alessia questions as she drops down beside you on the couch. 

“Hey Lessi, sorry I just needed a minute.”

The annual New Year’s Eve celebration your families hosted together was in full swing. The loud conversations and music blaring through the speakers were overwhelming. It didn’t help that the never ending supply of alcohol had your head clouded. 

A breather that was all you needed. A moment alone to regroup before you did one of the many stupid ideas floating in your head. 

“You're drunk,” Alessia teases, bumping her shoulder against yours. Her eyes crease as she sends you a bright smile. “Lightweight.”

“Guilty,” you laugh along with her. 

It doesn’t last because then Alessia’s scooting closer to you, “you’re alright though yeah?”

You hated it. Well you loved it and you hated that you loved it. The way your heart raced when she got too close or how you always fumbled over your words when she started showing too much interest in your wellbeing. 

“I’m fine,” your gaze focusing back on the fireplace burning in front of you. Any second longer and those blue eyes would cause a mistake. 

You were good at being Alessia’s friend. You could play that role very well and you have for the last fifteen years. It was when things got too serious you struggled. The way her eyes would bore into you with so much care and attention. Joking around was easy, feelings were hard. 

“You are such a bad liar,” Alessia’s tone is gentle. She knew you were a closed book when it came to your emotions. You had to be or else you might say too much. 

“I’m not lying. You are just nosy Less,” you try to lighten the mood. 

Alessia’s head drops to your shoulder. Both of you staring off into the crackling fireplace. “Are you sad to be spending New Years here and not out kissing some rando?”

“No,” you laugh. This was her favorite game, guess what is wrong. 

“So no rando? You are missing someone who you haven’t told me about yet? Wish you were kissing them?” You hate the excitement you can hear in her voice at the possibility of you seeing someone. 

“No Lessi.”

“Tell me what it is,” she whines. 

You laugh at the pout resting on her face, “there’s nothing wrong Less. I am happy, I just had a bit too much and needed a break.”

The answer seems to satisfy her as she nods. But as usual curiosity gets the best of her, “so there’s no one you want to be with right now?” 

You were a steel trap when it came to your dating life with Alessia. She couldn’t help but question you. 

“I’m exactly where I want to be with the only person I want to be with,” you say it softly almost like it wasn’t meant to be heard and you know it was too much when you feel her sit up. Her body shifting so she’s facing you. 

“So you’ll kiss me then?”

The alcohol decreases your inhibitions, “I wish,” you mumble it out with a chuckle.

“Okay,” Alessia shrugs.

Silence between you and Alessia had never felt this awkward. You are watching the clock that hangs above the fireplace anxiously, waiting for the moment it strikes 12 and you can go. The countdown begins to be shouted from the other room. 

5, 4, 3… you don’t hear anything after. Alessia’s lips are on yours. It takes you two seconds to kiss back, one second to get lost in it, and way too long to come to your senses. 

The tender kiss sparked a flame that warmed your skin. Alessia’s hand stroking lightly against your cheek as yours sneak underneath her sweater, rubbing the smooth skin at her sides. What started as maybe an innocent celebratory kiss ignited into one of passion and desire. 

“Wait, wait…” you take a breath, resting your forehead against hers. “We should stop Lessi.”

She shakes her head, pulling you back by the hand she still has against your cheek. It was always going to be a losing battle. You had wanted this for too long to truly stop yourself if she wanted it. The cheers outside become mute as all you can hear is your racing heartbeat in your ears. Alessia gets familiar with every inch of your mouth as you let her take control in fear she might realize what’s happening and pull away. 

The kiss was more intoxicating than anything you drank tonight, a shameless moan falling from your throat and Alessia halts. Pulling away you both look in each other’s eyes and just as the fear is ready to set in she smiles, “lock the door.”

The logical part of you knows this is a bad idea for many reasons. One being the number of family and friends that are scattered about the other rooms of the house. Then there’s the almost certain fact that this will completely ruin your friendship. But, you aren’t thinking logically. No, you are thinking about how good she felt underneath your hands, her swollen lips, and her lust filled eyes.

“Quickly,” she urges you on, lifting her top over her head and it has you on your feet racing to the door. The click of the lock felt like the final confirmation that this was really happening.

Alessia is standing now, her skin glowing from the fireplace. She was beautiful, well she was always beautiful to you but this felt like the first time you could admit it. 

“You’re beautiful Lessi,” she blushes as you reach out for her, connecting your lips again. You don’t hold back this time, kissing her with so much passion you fear she’ll be able to tell you’ve loved her for years. 

A flurry of kisses left along her jaw and neck as you fumble with the button of her jeans, attempting to slide them down with your lips still attached to her. She gives you a hand shimmying her way out of them before reconnecting your lips. 

Alessia grasps your hand as you go to tug the waistband of her underwear, “I- I’ve never…” You knew what she meant, “okay we can stop,” you assure her even though every part of you was now burning with lust. 

“No, don’t stop. I just wanted you to know,” she whispers it like a secret between the two of you. She undresses you slowly until you’re just as bare as she is. 

You grab the blankets off the couch spreading them out in front of the fireplace before pulling her down with you. You kiss at her lips, running your hands along her exposed skin. You remove the last few garments from her body and she helps you do the same. 

You’re slow and gentle with every move you make. Soft kisses scattered across her chest as you look up to make sure she’s enjoying it before using your tongue to circle around each of her nipples. A moan escaping her lips as one of her hands tangles in your hair and the other pinches at your chest. “Lay back Less,” you take her in. Her curious eyes gazing up at you in a way you’ve never seen before. 

Your lips are back against her skin to stop you from saying three words that’ll ruin this. She squirms as you kiss down her stomach and thighs. “Can I?” Your warm breath hitting against her core makes her moan, nodding readily. 

Her eyes stay glued to you until you take the first swipe through her folds. The taste and feel of her against your tongue is indescribable. You moan causing her to buck her hips at the vibrations. Your hand finds hers and you grab hold as you work skillfully with your tongue. 

Switching between entering her dripping center forcefully and licking at her folds. Alessia struggles to keep her moans quiet, making her pants sound whined. You watch as her face contorts in pleasure with each flick of your tongue, her hand gripping yours tightly. Finally, taking her clit in your mouth makes her bring the hand she was gripping at the blanket with to her mouth. 

“K-kiss me,” she whines out, tugging your hand. You bring your free hand down to her entrance, slipping a single finger in slowly as you still suck at her clit. She tugs your hand again and you make your way up to her lips, swallowing the moan that comes the moment you enter a second finger. 

Slow and deep you make sure she feels every bit of your fingers entering her. You whisper reassuring words into her ear as her head drops down against your shoulder, unable to keep up with the kiss she bites down harshly into your flesh. “Faster…,” she squeaks out in shallow breaths.

“You feel so amazing Less,” your skin feels hot in arousal. You pick up your pace, feeling how her walls pulse around your fingers. “Let go,” you urge her as her back arches and she sinks her teeth further into your shoulder to stifle the moan. Legs shaking before clamping shut around your wrist to stop your movements. 

She wraps both her arms around you, keeping you trapped on top of her, “what was that?” 

You don’t know if you should laugh or cry at the question. Letting your fingers finally slide out of her core she moans. You finally look up and see her blissful gaze, “just a New Years Kiss?”

“Happy New Year,” she smiles, kissing you like it was the most normal thing in the world. You don’t question it, allowing the peaceful moment to consume you for now. The time would come where the question game began again and you would have all your answers. 

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[leah-lover]

Closed for maintenance . Leah Williamson × reader

Reader embarks on a new journey with a new club. Part 1.

My day started out like any other in the past 4 weeks. The beeping sound of my alarm wakes me up, I dread the thought of getting up even though I still do, I get my shit together, I leave for training, come back a few hours later and go to bed early.

My days have been blending in ever since that heart shattering break up. However, today had a little twist to it. As I was leaving the gym to go to the physioroom I got called into the Manager's office. Upon getting in, the coach said “hey, so I called you here to let you know that we are going to transfer you. You have been an absolute killer for our team. You will always have a place between us. The thing is your dynamic with the team has been off which has been causing some tension. And the best thing I thought to do was to transfer you this January.” Shock couldn't describe the state I was in. Running on autopilot, I got out of the coach's office, got my things and departed home without talking to anybody, which has been my pattern this past month.

My head was in the clouds for the entire drive, and when I got home I threw myself on the coach and started sobbing. About 20 minutes later I called my best friend the only person I trusted more than anything.

“Hey are you okay? The girls are worried about you, tell me what is going on please”said kristie with a worried tone

“Well tell Sam and the team not to worry anymore. Emma has decided to ruin my life and get rid of me. I won't be at Chelsea anymore. I am basically fired.” I replied, now more angry than sad.

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you transferred where? when? How ? Are you okay? Did you tell her?.” She asked.

“I think it will be announced tomorrow at the meeting. I don't know anything kristie Chelsea is home. Niamh is home. I can't live without them.” I replied, memories of Niamh and I fludding my brain.

“Sure you will. I love you bubs no matter where you go.” She said, “Me too buddy, me too.” I added, sadness creeping into my heart again.

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It has been an eventful week. It was announced that I would leave Chelsea for Arsenal. The topic has been the talk of the town. From newspapers, Instagram pages, fans on Twitter, Arsenal fans were excited to have me. However, Chelsea fans were bitter I was let go. Most of the mean comments were directed at Emma and Chelsea which I thought was fair. I was the leading goal scorer in the WSL and we were on a great track record to win the league again.

I got a new apartment, and a new car. I tried to begin again. A clear slate and a focus on winning with my new team, the gunners.

Today was the first day of practice. The girls are really nice. This team, this family, seem really gelled together and they seem to start getting me out of my dark hole.

“Hello you.” Said Beth, “I hope you are well and I well we want to let you know you are very welcome and we hope you have a great time with us here.” she added. “Me too “ I responded.

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It has been over 2 months since that last interaction with Beth, who I can call my best friend now. Her, Steph ,Katie and I have been inseparable. Arsenal have been on a winning streak since I got here. I seem to enjoy the way they play and interact with each other.

The player I enjoy hanging out with the most is my second Captain, which I can never fully admit.

Leah has been fun, heart warming, safe and a friend and a good one. I can't let whatever is happening affect my career again. I dated a teammate before it ruined my career, or so I thought.

“Ladies, how are we feeling about a party? We won again thanks to wonderful strickers. Let's have a party, we deserve it.” Said Katie on the bus. Shortly after a plan was made.

We went to a bar, we drank, sang, danced, and it was that time of the night where I got hungry for warmth. Human connection however unmeaningful. So I kissed the first girl I fancied.

That's when I felt a hand separate me from the girl and drag me outside.

“You are drunk, let's go home before you do anything you will regret.” Said Leah with an angry tone. “ Let go of me, I am lonely. I need this, please let go.” I pleaded with the alcohol affecting my judgment.

“ You are a fool if you think I would let you put yourself in danger. You are important to me, you should know that. Now let's go.” She ordered.

“ I am not going anywhere with you, you are not my girlfriend.” I protested.

That's when she pulled me in for a small kiss. That felt reassuring but not abusive of my drunk state.

“ You are not kissing anyone or going anywhere tonight. Home it is. Now stop complaining and get in please.” She said with a pour on her face. I did as she said, my mind still on the feeling of her lips.

This is going to be a lot to unpack in the morning.

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[punching-pentagrams]

Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 8

Buckle up, kids

Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8| Chapter 9

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 4.9k CW: Slowburn, Angst,Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, cuddles, depression, anxiety, Sexual fantasizing, insecurity, alcohol/intoxication

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into a couple of months as your relationship with each other and with the hotel crew continued to grow. It was nice not to have to worry about the "end of the world" clouding the dynamic, but both of you felt a little differently about the current progression of things.

Lucifer loved getting to give more energy to caring about you and Charlie, creating and feeling like he was himself again. The dynamic he had with you ended in more nights of chilling, doing not much of anything other than being with each other. He had attempted slipping in some more cute pet-names into the conversation with you, just to see how you would react, and you seemed fine with it, like everything he did. He kept ending up in the same spot when it came to figuring out how to tell you about his true feelings. His fear of being turned down was intense, but he was more worried about doing something to lose you completely. He logically knew that was silly, but he was so scared to return to the sad disconnected person he was before he met you.

You, on the other hand, were a little scared because of the simplicity and calmness of your time now together. You hade never experienced this in your living life, or hell, so it made you really uncomfortable. He had started calling you things like "Apple" and "Duckie" which you liked, but he was more focused on you and your needs, there was less for you to do. Was he trying to model more of what he needed from you? But then, when you tried to care give for him, he would tell you to just let him care for you. Was he getting bored of you? Were your days together numbered? Would he soon be ok enough to not need you anymore?

Ughh... and why did you care so much? You had numerous other clients drop off during your time with Lucifer, and you had not given them a second thought. Why was this so different? Had you become too attached? Well you definitely had... but why? What was it about Lucifer that had you clawing to make sure he still needed you around? Was it the connection to the hotel? That had definitely made it stronger, but you knew this feeling had lasted before you started visiting the hotel.

The hotel issues was another matter, Charlie had been trying you get you to move in for weeks, and you kept telling her that you needed more time to prepare. You hated lying to her, but you were worried about how that might complicate the relationship with Lucifer, and of course you could not tell her about the dynamic. You would hate for something to happen between you two and then have Charlie caught in the middle, or feeling like it was you or him. She had that enough between Lucifer and Lilith, she did not want to do that to you again. You wanted Charlie to remain fully on Lucifer's side no matter what happened.

You wished you could talk to someone, anyone, about what was going on, but you couldn't, and that drove you mad.

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One particular day, it was time for Lucifer to go off to another Sins meeting. Lucifer went off with to his meeting, blitzed through it with a lot more honest vigor and energy than the last meeting, was able to deal with Mammon's complaining, and got it all wrapped up in no time at all.

At the end, Asmodeus waited for the room to clear out before trying to chat with Lucifer again.

"Well, now, someone is in much better spirits from last time~" Asmodeus said wiggling his eyebrows and chuckling.

Lucifer waved his hand, "Oh, ppsssh, golly, is it that noticable? Well, you know, I just got some good advice from a friend, got my confidence and my daughter back, and I'm the happiest I've been in decades. It's not a big deal."

Asmodeus shimmied his shoulders with joy, "Ahh! I am just so happy for you. It's like I always say, there is nothing more healing than some good, earthshattering, dirty, mindless sex."

Lucifer froze, "Ya... a- about that... umm... there... uhh... there hasn't been any sex."

Ozzie paused and cocked an eyebrow at you, "Say what now?"

Lucifer ran some figures through his hair, "Well... t-there almost was! But... then I had a liiiiittle panic attack, she helped me through it and was so amazing about it, I cried myself to sleep in her arms, it helped me sleep and feel better, and then I've basically been falling asleep in her arms every night since..." He ended with a nervous smile.

Asmodeus blinked, and put his hands on his hips, "You fell in love with her, didn't you?"

Lucifer's eyes went wide, "Whaaaaa... no... pffft. You're silly Ozzie, me falling in love with a prostitute? That's... that's" Lucifer looked at Ozzie, holding his stance, cocking an eyebrow. Lucifer deflated, "That's... exactly what happened..."

Asmodeus chuckled looked around before looking back at him, "You wanna know a secret?" Lucifer looked up at Ozzie, Ozzie smiled and leaned in, "You aren't the only one who has fallen for a fling."

Lucifer stared at Ozzie, had the Sin of LUST fallen in LOVE. "Whaa.."

Ozzie help up a hand, "But. no questions right now, we are focused on you. So... you dating her now?"

Lucifer rubbed his neck, "Not exactly... we are together all of the time, but I haven't been able to figure out how to tell her. I'm scared that I'm just another client to her... and that the minute I'm open about this, the fantasy that I have been living in will disappear around me."

Ozzie shrugged, "Well... it might," Lucifer deflated, "butttt... it might also be an open door into the happily ever after that is the rest of your life! You can't let that fear get in the way. Look at what your daughter managed to do with her hotel, look at what you did with reconnecting with her! The risk was all there too, and look how those turned out!"

Lucifer thought, Ozzie was right, he just needed to figure out how to tell you. "Ok... any thoughts on how I should tell her, oh master of Love?"

Ozzie laughed and put a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, "Don't overcomplicate it, just treat it like any other night, adding crazy stuff might make her nervous. Be yourself, be open and honest. If all goes well, she feels the same way and your first real date together can be where you pull out all of your creative, romantic magic."

Lucifer nodded, "Ok... ugh... I'm just still so nervous."

Ozzie shrugged, "Nothing wrong with a glass of wine or two to calm the nerves. You can do this Luc, nothing the King of Hell can't handle." Ozzie started to walk out the door, then stopped, "Go get that girl man."

Lucifer gave a confident nod and teleported himself home. He looked at the clock, he only had.... several hours until you would be over. Ugh, this was going to be a long afternoon. He looked over at his bar, just one glass couldn't hurt? He would be good long before he had to go get you.

Well... Lucifer underestimated how nervous he was, one glass became two, two became four, and by the time it was time for him to go pick up up, he was having a hard time even standing up without swaying. Lucifer looked down at his left hand, and remembered he still had it on. He quickly took it off and put it next to his bathroom sink, touched up his hair, pointing finger guns at himself in the mirror and get set up to go get you. It took him a couple of minutes to get the portal activated and popped in your room, a few minutes later than usual.

You had started to get a little nervous, he had never been late before, but it was ok, he was allowed to be late. That is when he stumbled through the portal and into your room, almost knocking into you.

"Oh! There you are! You are always so prompt, I got a little worried haha," you laughed, straightening him out.

He looked up you, and then he melted into a lovesick smile, "Haha, golly, I'm s-sorry Duckie, the portal was being dumb, haha." He slurred, "I'mmm here now, haha. You ready to go?"

You cocked your head to the side and smiled, "Haha ya, you ok, Luci?"

"Of course my darling!" he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, before tapping his cane on the floor a couple of times, grumbling, before popping back to the manor. Lucifer looked over his cane in one hand, the other arm still remaining around your waist mumbling something about his stupid cane before looking at you, his face melting into happiness again.

"I'll fix it laterrr, hi theree, how are you? You look great todayy," he said hugging you and snuggling into you. You hesitantly hugged him back, you weren't convinced that something happened that day, he was being... more affectionate but... in a weird way. Was... was he drunk?

"Uh... ya I'm good. Busy day of clients, nothing crazy. What about you? Are you sure you are ok? You seem... different today," you said carefully.

Lucifer had no idea how he was coming off, he didn't realize how drunk he was, he had forgotten about the last two drinks in all of his anxious spiraling. "Oh ya, today was great! Sins meeting, paperwork, all went by preeeeetty quickly. Oh hells! Guess what? I was talking to Asmodeus, sin of Lust, right? Dude got a boyfriend! Crazy right? Well... not that he is dating his hook-up, but that the Sin of Lust found love! Oh shit... I wasn't s'pposed to say that. Don't tell anyone, k?"

You nodded, smiling, "Oh ya, that is funny. Not everyday that mindless sex turns into something meaningful, right? Especially in Hell with a Sin like that? But of course, I didn't hear anything" You nodded.

'Oh fuck! That's not what I meant, ughhh that's not what I wanted her to get from that.' he thought.

"I mean! I love the Sins, they always surprise me with ways will people that you never thought they would," he said with a nervous smile.

You played a long with a nervous smile, you didn't know why he was being so nervous and not just telling you want was wrong. But if it was that bad, he would probably burst at some point and then you could be there to support him again. You hated when something was stressing him out, but it made you feel good to feel needed. So you would play along for the night and wait.

"Ya! I totally gotcha! Just like the sinners at Charlie's hotel, even the Sins are able to grow and change," you said with a sweet smile.

Lucifer smiled his love drunk smile, 'Good, fixed it, that was close. She is so beautiful and smart, I love how she words things sometimes.'

Other than Lucifer's apparent intoxication, and him sometimes sneaking off to grab another drink to keep up the buzz, your night was no different than it normally was with Lucifer only... more affectionate? You were really confused, because everything about his behavior was staying something was wrong or that he was hiding something, but other than that he was being very sweet, a little more touchy than usual, which you were fine with, he was allowed to touch you however he wanted of course.

Oh! Maybe that was it! Maybe he was wanting to try being more sexually intimate again and he was just so nervous because of the last time! You wanted to be careful because he was drunk, and you still felt that consent was important, but leaning deeper into his pets and soft touches was not an issue as you snuggled watching tv. At one point, you even placed a hand on his thigh, and he melted into your touch.

As true at that was, for Lucifer overall, that was not his goal for the night. There were so many moments when he thought about just saying that he wanted to talk about his feelings, telling you how much he loved you and wanted you to be part of his life, outside of hiring you, and he wanted to know how you felt. But the stupid words just would not come, and all he could do was compliment you and touch you, playing with your hair and stroking your soft skin. He felt you start to lean more into his touch, and even putting your hand on his leg, ugh, he was going to die.

Eventually, Lucifer had wasted enough time and it was finally time to go to bed. As you two were getting ready for bed, he kept repeating in his head 'JUST FUCKING SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING! YOU NEED TO TELL HER OR ELSE YOU ARE GOING TO LOSE YOUR FUCKING MIND!'

You had gone into his bathroom to wash your face, and you noticed the ring sitting on the side of the sink. Huh, weird, had Lucifer not been wearing his ring all day? Or did he just usually take it off at night and you only just now noticed? You shrugged, and walked to the bed to get ready for bedtime. You got under the covers and waiting for Lucifer, who was still sitting on the side of the bed staring out.

You were about to reach over to touch his arm and ask if everything was alright, but at that moment, Lucifer snapped. He looked at you, eyes full of desire, and jumped on top of you, pinning you to the bed under him. He just stared down at you, breathing heavily. This both excited and frightened you a little, this wasn't like him.

"Lucifer, what is goin-" you started.

"I love you!" he finally spat out. "I love you and I want you!"

You eyes went wide as you stared up at him.

WHAT.

No, you must have misheard. He... loves you? But you were a nothing? A nobody? Sure you had helped him but... wait, was this a roleplay? Or was this real? Did he actually mean "love" like lust, or like Capital L Love? You ran through every single element of your relationship with Lucifer that both supported and refuted his statement in mere seconds, fact and opinion, memories that you couldn't remember if you were now twisting to validate something more romantic of him than it actually was. Things hotel people had said, the way he had cared for or protected you. Was that actually because he loved you, or did he just want to protect his financial investment? Was this a sick joke?

Lucifer loomed above you, waiting for you response, looking like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey. God he looked so hot, you wanted him to just sink himself into you. No! Stop. You couldn't think quick enough. What should you do? Do you play into it and risk being wrong about what he means here, or do you reject him and wait until he is sober to talk through this with him? If this was a normal person, you would take the risk, but with him... You think about the man now suffering in an eternal loop of torture, you think about the ring on the sink that tied him still to Lilith, you think about how small and insignificant you were in comparison to this beautiful angelic being above you.

No. As much at it hurt, you could not risk reading this situation wrong.

Lucifer had started to lean down to try to kiss you, when you shouted, "No!" and pushed him off of you. In Lucifer's intoxicated state, he was slow to respond, so you were able to easily able to put him off of you before jumping out of bed, tears already streaming down your face.

'No?' he thought, 'What did she mean "no"'?' he thought. Lucifer sat up and looked at you staring at him, heavily breathing and crying. What had he done?

"I... I'm sorry... I don't... I have to think... I don't... I don't want to be wrong, or hurt you, I don't know what to do, what is the right thing t-to do," you choked through tears.

Lucifer started to reach out to you, "Wait... Duckie..."

"No... Lucifer," you started grabbing your stuff to go, "I'm sorry, I need to think about this... I can't do this while you are so drunk... I'll see you later, ok?" You ran out of Lucifer's room, down the long hallway, and out of the manor. You weren't going to even try the driver, you didn't want Lucifer to have the chance to stop you. You would run all the way back home.

"Duckie... (y/n)..." he said before sinking into his bed.

What had he just done?

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You would run for a long time, crying all the way, not caring who saw you, until you got all the way home. You busted into the Lounge, trying to run through up to your room. But guess who stopped you in your path? Cynthhhhia.

"What's the matter crybaby? That big money daddy of yoursssss not give you a big enough tip tonight so you ran home crying?" she snarled at you, grabbing your arm.

"Fuck off Cynthhhhia, just leave me alone!" you said trying to pull you arm out of her grasp, and in retaliation Cynthhhhia instead wrapped her tail around your leg and then let your arm go, making you fall on your face. The patrons and girls in the rooms gasped, this was humiliating.

"How about you make me, bitch! Ya know, I'm sssssso ssssssick of you being Larry'sssss favorite and getting all the good clientssss, while I get jack shit! It's time you learned a lessssson, you ungrateful little bi-"

"Cynthhhhia! That is enough out of you!' Larry screamed. The room parted between him and you both. "Drop her now, and get over here. Gemma, go check on (y/n), will ya?"

Cynthhhhia huffs and lets you go aggressively, and makes her way over to Larry as one of your Lounge friends, Gemma, came over and checked on you. You told her that you just wanted to go to your room, Gemma helped pick you up and half-carried you up to you room while Larry chewed out Cynthhhhia.

"What in the nine circles is wrong with you?! I have had to talk to you about your behavior with customers so fucking many times, now assaulting another girl?! I wanna hear what makes you think this behavior is ok? I don't care if we are in hell, I am not having any fucking cat-fights in here, and you know that!" Larry scolded Cynthhhhia.

"Wha- I... Ugh! Why does she get all the good clientssss! You are clearly playing favoritessss or she is tipping you off or something. I am not getting paid nearly what I was sssssince she showed up. Why am I not getting any high rollersssss?!" Cynthhhhia snarled.

"Well maybe if you put as much energy into your clients as you do going after girls like her, maybe you would have people who wanted to utilize your services. You do not seem to understand the fact that I am not giving you to high rollers because you are turning customers away with your behavior, or they are asking not to work with you anymore!" Larry yelled.

Cynthhhhia gasped, and looked around the room to see other girls and patrons laughing at her, "That's not true!"

"Like it or not, Cynthhh, that is the reality. And since you still don't seem to be getting it, I'm going to give you one more chance to redeem yourself, and if you fuck it up, you are out do you hear me?" Larry said pointedly.

Cynthhhhia tipped her head down in defeat, "Fine, what is it?"

Larry moved to meet her gaze, "Three days, on the phones scheduling appointments for the other girls, no tips."

"But-" Cynthhhhia started.

"It's the phones or you're out, got a problem with that?" Larry glared.

Cynthhhhia pouted, "No sssssir..."

"Good, now, off the floor with you, you are done for the night, I will see you down here at 10 am sharp," Larry then turned and headed to go up the stairs to the apartments.

You had made it upstairs with Gemma, she had asked if you wanted her to stay, but you said no. You just wanted to be alone. Several minutes later, you would be a knock on the door and a "Babydoll? It's Larry."

You sniffled and sat up, "Come in."

Larry opened the door and sighed, "God she is a right bitch, I don't know why I keep her around at this point. Now, what happened?" he closed the door behind him, "I'm not used to you having any issues with Lance."

"It... I don't even know how to explain. He was kinda drunk, he wasn't acting like himself, he didn't hurt me, but he told me something and... because he was intoxicated... I didn't know how to react. He's... got a fair amount of influence... I worried what would happen if I misunderstood the situation. So I panicked, I ran. I'm sorry if he called to complain or anything." You said looking down, covering your face with your hands.

Larry thought for a minute, "Rough situation, intoxicated clients can make things hard. Most wouldn't care, but you have been working with him for a while, it made sense that you would want to stay in good standing with him and not want to fuck that up. Are you worried about future actions? Do you need me to put him on you "No Kiss List"?"

"No, no. Nothing like that..." you sigh and run your fingers through your hair, "I just... I think I just need some time to think... would I possibly be able to take some time off?"

Larry scratched his chin, "Well... I don't know, Babydoll. I could do a day or two, but much past that... I need you, you bring in a lot of money..."

You sighed, "Give me two days and I'll pay for two more of my own days time? That sound fair?"

Larry thought for a moment, "Deal. What do you want me to tell your regulars?"

You sighed, "Just tell them I'm going on a quick rejuvenating vacation, and that their girl will be back for them before they know it." It will worry Lucifer, but you needed the space, you didn't want to say or do anything to fuck up the relationship any more than it already had by you running from him that night.

"Can do." You give Larry the payment for two days on your own time and he leaves your room. "Take care of yourself, babydoll," he says closing the door. You are alone again.

You take your phone out, scroll for a bit before finding a hotel and a ride to the other side of the Pentagram from both the Lounge and Lucifer for the morning, and booked them for as early as possible. You just needed some time away to figure out what to do and to figure out how you were going to respond to Lucifer.

You tried to fall asleep that night, but sleep never came. You spent the rest of the night replaying the situation in your head. Did he really mean it? That he loved you? Did he actually care about you and want you in his life? Or was it all a trick? Why would he say that to you?

The next morning, you packed up, got in your cab and disappeared on your 4 day escape to other side of the Pride RIng, hoping that when you returned, you would have the answers.

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That same morning, Lucifer would wake up with a light headache, crumpled in a weird position on his bed. Where were you? Why was he sleeping so weird? The previous night was fuzzy, damn, he had overdone it on the alcohol... Had you just left? That was not like you. What happened?

He got up, put on a robe, and started to walk around the manor, looking for anything that might jog his memory of what happened the night before. Everything looked normal, and all he could remember was the conversation with Ozzie, being a little tipsy getting you, and feeling nervous. The later into the night he thought, the fuzzier everything got. He ended up back in his bedroom for hours racking his brain. He wished he had a way to contact you, to ask you want happened, and you try to figure it out with you.

A while later his cellphone started to ring, he looked at the number and his groggy eyes went wide, it was the Lounge. This was the first time that the Lounge had called him. He picked up the phone and put on his "Lance" voice.

"Uh, hello! This is Lance, what can I do for you?" Lucifer said in a deeper and huskier voice.

"Yes, hello, this Luxurious Lady's Lounge, how are you doing thissss afternoon?" Said Cynthhhhia as pleasantly as she could over the phone. She had done well playing nice on the phone all morning, so now Larry was leaving her to call all of your cancelations for the next 4 days.

"Oh you know, just living the dream!" Lucifer responded. Christ... why did he say that?

"That issss wonderful to hear. We jussssst wanted to let you know that your next appointment for tomorrow evening with (y/n) will be canceled. She will out of town for a little bit," Cynthhhhia said through a fake smile.

Lucifer felt a sense of dread go through his body, 'Out of office? So suddenly?' "Oh! Well thank you for letting me know, I hope she is alright, she is quite a gem, haha."

Cynthhhhia's jaw tightened, "Oh yessss, she just needed to essssscape on a quick rejuvenating vacation." Cynthhhhia looked around to see if Larry was around, he was nowhere, and the office was pretty empty, she smiled, "... Isssss what they want me to tell you, but I don't want to lie to a man like you, Mr. Lanccccce."

Lucifer's heart beat fast in his chest, "Haha, what do you mean?"

"The truth of the matter isssss... you've been put on (y/n)'s "No Kisssss List".... basssssically a ban from being able to work with her," Cynthhhhia said with a wicked smile.

Lucifer froze on the other side of the phone. Banned. She banned you. Months of joy and beauty between you two, severed in an instant. Lucifer felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I'm ssssso ssssorry to break the newssss to you like thissss. She just came back from a.... recent interaction telling usssss she... oh what was it, "Couldn't handle the bullshit anymore" isssss I think how she put it. But we have plenty of other ladiesssss that would be willing to take her sssspot if you'd like," Cynthhhhia continued, looking around for Larry again, still nothing, good.

"That's... disappointing to hear. I thought we had a good connection," Lucifer said flatly into the phone.

"Oh she issss really good at that, a good little actressssss but honessssstly a bit prissssssy and shallow under it all, trussssst me, I'm around her all the time. A real heartbreak, I ssssswear, I bet she would even break the King'sssss heart if she had a chance," Cynthhhia said laughing.

Lucifer saw red with that comment, 'What did she mean by that? Did you tell? Did they actually know it was me? Was that just a figure of speech?' His name got thrown around a lot, so he had no idea in this moment, it just felt really personal at that moment.

"I see, thank you for the information," Lucifer said before hanging up.

Cynthhhhia growled at the sound of the dead line, before putting down the phone, and making a note that "Lance" had been notified of a cancelation and would call back if he wanted to reschedule. Cynthhhhia then moved on to the next of you client's, feeling pleased with herself. If she couldn't have a a high roller, at least she could take out one of your big money daddies.

Lucifer laid back in his bed and tossed his phone over to the side. Everything he had feared happening had come true. Everything he had built with you was gone, and worse, maybe even a lie. He did not want to believe that what you had was a lie, but maybe he was just that stupid after all. He wanted to show up to your room and talk to you, but he couldn't. If he had hurt you or maybe you really were some shallow bitch... maybe this was for the best...

Lucifer crawled back in bed and stayed there for the rest of the day and into the night. He would respect your wishes.

Lucifer would never ask see you ever again.

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Can we see why I gave a warning on one last twist? I broke my own heart writing this. I'm so sorry. I promise it will end up ok in the end though for these two. xoxo, dany As usual, leave a comment if you want added to the taglist so that you can get notifications when future chapters drop! Taglist: @froggybich @wonderlandangelsposts @glowinthedarkbones1150 @marydragneell @crescent-z @superdinosaurnacho @jam0001 @kyo-kyo1 @so-get-this-sammy @lilzebeth @kelppsstuff @loquacious-libra @pinkhoneydrop @luleck @writer-girl99 @lavenz @stormz369 @littleladydemon @soujiswife @melday0105 @luluxx118 @sseleniaa @futureittomainn @cktkat @zaneyyyy @uravitsy @liecoris @starlitvenus @hannahrose130 @elleofdragons @butch-medusae @concentratedconcrete @erosamasan @stranger-chan @aquaamethyst96 @lxkeee @holyspacething @hulyenl @leximus98 @lu-ferri12 @mixplara @katnisspeetaprim

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more lovesick!gojo cause this man lives rent free in my head 😔 (also cause u guys seem to really like him too 😳)

- lovesick!gojo who purposefully gets himself injured just so you can treat his wounds and nurse him back to health. "How'd you get this hurt Satoru?" "Uh, I don't know, just happens I guess," he shrugs but in reality he asked Suguru to use his curses to hurt him on purpose. "Can't you ask Shoko to heal your wounds?" "She's busy and I can't treat these myself~" "What happened to your untouchable infinity?~" "...It's a work in progress." you don't believe him.

- lovesick!gojo who hangs around your dorm during his free time whenever he can because he loves your presence and want to be close to you. 

- lovesick!gojo who barges in without knocking the door since you got used to him coming in whenever, but this time was a bad time. You were changing when you heard your door burst open with a loud obnoxious voice yelling "I'm bored! Let's do something! :D" "😦" "😨😨😨" You've never seen someone shut the door so fast. "I am soo sorry. Oh my god." you can hear him mumble through the door.

- lovesick!gojo who's face was entirely red as he covered his face with his hand, head leaning against the very door that separated him and your half dressed self.

- lovesick!gojo who swears he would gouge his eyes out if you asked him but at the same time feel blessed for being able to see a sight he thought he would never see, he feels like a young pubescent teen all over again. You forgave him as you know it was an accident but he still bought you pastries as an apology.

- lovesick!gojo who feels his face heat up whenever he sees you as the thought of you half dressed would pop up and make him flustered, making his cheeks red.

- lovesick!gojo who acts stupid when it comes to homework so that he could ask for your help and try to score a study date with you. "Hey can you help me with question 4 🥺?" "Sure :)" "That question is so easy what are you talki-" Suguru, who has to deal with his sad attempt at flirting, likes to interrupts sometimes, good thing Satoru has a good reflex and slaps his palm over the cockblocker's mouth.

- lovesick!gojo who loves sitting next to you when you host a movie night with the others, especially when it's late at night as your sleepy self would lean your head on his shoulder for support, he could smell the fragrance of your shampoo and feel the gentle rise of your breathing.

- lovesick!gojo who has never been so still in his life to not wake you up, even if the movie ends he would rather stay here all night to be close to you. When Suguru and Shoko notices, they would make kissy faces and all he could do is flip them off while his ears redden.

- lovesick!gojo who loves doing little things like covering the corner of the table when you lean down to pick something up, or making sure you're walking on the inside of the road when you two walked down the streets, or when raining he made sure you were fully covered under the umbrella even if his shoulder is exposed to the rain (dw he has infinity). Even if you don't notice, he wants to show his love through small actions (you do notice it :)).

- lovesick!gojo who's heart jumps out his throat when you snuck a kiss to his cheek when he brought your favourite pastry, smiling sweetly at him.

- lovesick!gojo who remains still in shock as his whole face burst in red as you grab his hand and held up the pastries he bought, "Let's share them :)" Humming softly and dragging him back to your dorm by the hand, squeezing his softly, to share the sweet treat and maybe watch a movie, just the two of you <3

- lovesick!gojo who swears he can die happy and fulfilled as you two sit shoulder to shoulder and watched digimon together (you know he loves it).

- lovesick!gojo who wishes he could pause this very moment if he could, forget being the strongest as long as he could stay by your side, holding your hand and kissing your cheek <3

- lovesick!gojo who's on cloud nine and can't stop grinning the next day that Suguru and Shoko look at him weird. "What's with his face," Shoko turns to you, sticking a thumb in Satoru's direction and you only smile. "Gross," Suguru grumbles, figuring out the reason and Satoru gasp. "You're just jealous that I bagged the most gorgeous woman ever!" wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pecking your cheek. "I bet you weren't even the one who confessed," Suguru snickers earning a 'Hey!' from your pouting boyfriend, who you love very much <3

- lovesick!gojo who finally gets the chance to kiss you under the moonlight, who kisses you with such tenderness, pouring all his feelings into it, holding your cheek with one hand and holding your waist with the other. Turning his head to deepen the kiss, he never wants to forget this feeling, the feeling of your soft lips against his and the feeling of finally having you in his arms. Pulling away to breath, you both smile as he lean your foreheads together. Gods, he's just so in love with you.

not as good as the last one but hope you guys enjoyed it none the less :)

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NECROLUST || SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

PAIRING ;; SIMON “GHOST” RILEY / SENTIENT ! ZOMBIE ! READER (MALE, YOU/YOUR PRNS USED)

SUMMARY ;; love beyond the grave ig

CW ;; Simon is kinda sick on the head but we love him anyways, borderline romantic necrophilia ?? I guess. No actual smut included tho, usual zombie stuff like rotting n whatnot, established relationship, kind of silly ngl ?

WRITER’S NOTE ;; the title is a mayhem song bcuz I’m a total poser. There’s so much stuff 4 zombie ! Ghost which - don’t get me wrong- I like, but there’s barely any love 4 zombie ! Reader, and luckily ghost is just full of it.

Simon sighed in focus, a medical needle in hand as he sewed up your jaw for what had to be the 100th time, not that he minded; he loved taking care of you. It was hard to keep your jaw in place with how soft your rotting flesh is, how it kept ripping with the smallest movements.

He shook off a maggot that crawled into his hand, tying off the last thread and leaning in to kiss the newly sewed up, slimy skin where your jaw connects to the top of your skull.

“Better?” He spoke softly, he knew you understood him, although you never spoke back. The way your clouded eyes landed on his briefly let him knew that you not only hear him, but understand what he’s saying to you. As you moved your jaw up and down experimentally, you rapidly moved forward, trying to latch your teeth on whatever of ghost’s flesh you would reach first. But he was faster, tutting as he put a hand over your mouth, not affected by the sight of your maggots crawling over his gloves.

“Bad. No biting.” He said as if he was speaking to an untrained dog, before patting your head almost condescendingly. He reached around for the muzzle they keep on you and quickly attached it over your head, receiving a growl in response.

“You’ll be fine, love.” He said sincerely, looking at you sadly; he missed you. He missed being able to have conversations with you and feeling your warm skin on his own. He brought you to his chest, getting another growl. He sniffled, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he kissed the top of your head. “They’ll find a cure, I promise.”

It was a daily routine; he’d patch you up, then getting overwhelmingly sad at your helpless state- at his helpless state. He wished he could find a way to bring you back. But a part of him, a part he buried deep inside himself, found enjoyment in this. He loved how reliant you were on him in your rotting state, loved the way your clouded eyes held eye contact with him and how incomprehensible growls would leave your rotting vocal cords whenever he would ask a question.

He caressed the top of your head, kissing it gently as he leaned his face on it. The smell of rot filled his nostrils, and he found himself taking it in by inhaling deeply. It was intoxicating.

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Happy pride!!

Fem MXY WWX pls!!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41

They're back to riding, only a couple hours away from Jin Tower, and Wei Wuxian is happy to be off his feet, but he can't even focus on that.

He's too busy feeling desperately sad for Mo Xuanyu.

She lived as a pauper in a family that despised her, had a father that ignored her, was so lonely that she named her sword Friend, and killed herself rather than marry Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan would have been nice to her. It took him a while to warm up, but he's trying now, to do his duty as a proper husband. Which is inconvenient for Wei Wuxian, but probably would have meant the world to Mo Xuanyu.

She didn't have to die. If she'd been able to hold onto hope for just a few more days, instead of giving in to revenge and despair, then she could have lived out her life out from underneath the thumb of other people.

"Are you okay?"

He startles out of his thoughts, looking up to see Sizhui has pulled his mare up beside his and is peering at him in concern.

He forces a smile, because he's put Sizhui through enough today, and he's a good boy that doesn't deserve to be involved in any of this. The worst part about dying again is going to be leaving behind Sizhui. He's such a sweet boy who loves him so easily and he just knows that it's going to break his heart when either the cultivation or the curse mark has run its course. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just thinking."

Sizhui looks unconvinced, but nods before looking up towards the front of the procession, where Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan are talking about something while Jin Guangyao pretends to be interested. He reaches into his sleeve. "I found some of these in town when I went looking for you."

He pulls out a small bag of the sweet, spicy pepper candy that Wei Wuxian likes so much and hold it out.

"You're the best!" he says, taking the bag and also pausing to squeeze his arm in thanks, only not pulling him into a hug because he's not sure how tolerant the horses will be about it.

The food in Cloud Recesses is ass and he can't cover everything with chilli oil because the only person he'd met who liked food as spicy as he did was - well, no one. So having Mo Xuanyu like spicy food had seemed like edging a little too close to obvious.

He'd been so happy when Sizhui had brought pepper candy back for him for the first time and had sworn him to secrecy to how how much he loved them.

Wei Wuxian pops one of the candies in his mouth, sucking on it to more quickly get to the firey pops of pepper, which is his favorite.

There's about five seconds of deliciousness and then his stomach rolls with nausea. He tightens his grip, trying to ride it out, but the taste of the candy he loved turns sour and he's seriously worried he's going to hurl, which Lan Zhan would never let him hear the end of.

He spits the candy out onto the ground, rubbing at his mouth.

"Lady Xuanyu?" Sizhui asks startled. "Is - sorry, did I get the wrong one?"

"No, no, it's perfect," he assures, internally sighing in relief as his stomach starts to settle. "I guess I shouldn't eat them on an empty stomach! It ruins the flavor. Who knew?"

He's eaten them on an empty stomach a dozen times before and never had an issue.

"Okay," Sizhui says slowly. 'Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Sizhui, don't worry," he says, and means it, even though he sort of wants to cry.

The pepper candies were one of the only things he could get his hands on that he enjoyed eating, and now even that's gone?

At least the Jin go all out on the banquets.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #untamed

[gejo333]

A Misunderstanding III

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Summary: Your relieved that Miguel wants to be Mateo’s father, but after all the drama and heartbreak could your tender heart love what once was?

Sorry for the late update! I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights and I needed a break from writing. But I made sure to make this chapter a long one!!

There is an 18+ scene at the very end, so if you are uncomfortable skip passed it.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕💕💕

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You awoke to the smell of coffee and French toast as you slowly exited from bed. Checking the clock, you look to see the time. You only had 30 minutes to get Mateo to school. Getting clothes on, you rush out your door and see your awake and dressed son sitting at the counter, eating a slice of French toast with syrup and strawberries.

Miguel stood at the stove as he made bacon. Walking into the kitchen, you stand by Miguel, who turns to you, handing you a plate of French toast, bacon, and strawberries. You look up at him with a shy smile before taking the plate.

“Thank you for breakfast. And getting Mateo up and ready.”

“Of course, cariño.” He smiled down at you before going back to the stove. You sit next to Mateo as you kiss him on the head. You notice his face is covered in syrup, so you quickly grab a wet napkin to clean his face and hands up.

You glance at Miguel as you watch his back muscles flex when he moves. You quickly move your gaze from him as he turns off the stove. He places his plate on the counter across from you. Your eyes briefly meet before you look away again, cheeks turning pink as you see him smirk.

Guilt seeps into your stomach as you see him try to remove a crick in his neck. You could have let him stay in bed, but you knew last night would have escalated quickly if you hadn’t sent him to the couch.

“Mamma, why isn’t Papa sleeping in your room?” Mateo’s sudden question made you almost choke on your coffee.

“That’s a good question, papito. Any response, mama?” The grin on Miguel’s face widened as he loved the look on your face when he teased you.

“Why do you ask that, sweetie?” You turn to ask your son as he fiddles with his strawberries with his plastic fork.

“But aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to sleep together? Is Papa not going to stay with us?” Mateo pouted as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed. Your eyes met Miguel’s as you both shared a worried look.

“Of course, I’m staying. Don’t worry about me leaving.” Miguel says as he walks over to lift up Mateo in his arms. His words surprised you at first. But deep down, you were relieved that he wanted to stay. Unless he was only saying that to ease Mateo. Your doubts began to cloud your mind.

“Don’t be sad. You have nothing to worry about, ok, sweetie?” You stand up from your seat and walk over to Miguel and Mateo. You rubbed Mateo’s back to calm him down.

“Does that mean Papa will sleep in the bed now?” You internally groan at the constant questions Mateo is asking. Why was your five-year-old so nosy?

“Yes. He’ll sleep in the bed.” You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you seriously. As if his eyes were hoping your words were true.

“Yay!” Mateo cheered as you chuckled from his cheekiness as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now, let’s get you to school.” You say as you grab his backpack, as the three of you head out the door.

Arriving at the front of the doors, Miguel stopped. You turned back to him with a confused glance.

“Aren’t you coming in?” A smile graces your lips. Miguel nods as he follows you into the building. The three of you walk to Mateo’s classroom. You noticed a few moms stare at Miguel, which made your eyes roll.

“Hi, Ms.L/n. Hi Mateo. Are you excited for another day?” Ms. Williams looked at you before glancing at Mateo. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices Miguel still holding Mateo.

“Nice to meet you..?”

“Miguel O’Hara. Mateo’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. O’Hara. I’m Mateo’s teacher Ms. Williams.”

“Alright, papito. It’s time to go to your seat.” Miguel was about to set Mateo on the ground but paused when Mateo clung to his neck tighter.

“What’s going on, bud?” Asked Miguel. You turned to look at the two. Your heart melted at the sight. It was only yesterday that Miguel met Mateo. Still, their relationship was growing so fast, as if Miguel was there the day Mateo was born. Guilt plagued your mind at the reminder that you took the chance away for Miguel to see his son born. To hear his first words, his first steps.

“Will you be there to pick me up with momma?”

“I’ll be here the second the bell rings.” Miguel’s response made Mateo smile as he allowed his father to set him down. Mateo hugged you before going to join his classmates at his assigned table.

Before the two of you left, you made eye contact with a woman who smiled your way as she walked up to you.

“Hi, y/n; I didn’t know you were married.” The woman who walked up to you was a very active parent in Mateo’s class. She’s been spamming your email for a month despite only being day two.

“Hi, Emily. Um, I’m not. This is Mateo’s father.” You smiled at how annoying this woman was. Her eyes went to Miguel as she inconspicuously checked him out, which made you internally scoff.

“I see. I saw you signed Mateo up for soccer. I made a schedule for which parents bring snacks. Will you be able to bring snacks for the team tomorrow?”

“It’s a little last minute to ask, don’t you think?”

“I sent out the schedule last week. You didn’t see it?”

“It must have gotten lost in the other emails you send daily. I’ll make sure to look at it. I’ll bring snacks. See you tomorrow.”

“Ok then. Hope to see you there too.” She brushed her hand against Miguel’s arm. He politely moved from her touch and towards you, which made you grin when Emily looked offended by Miguel’s disinterest.

As the two of you returned to the apartment, you sat on the couch. Those types of moms were so exhausting, to think you thought they only existed in your mommy and me group. Miguel sat down next to you as he rested his arm behind you on the sofa. You couldn’t help yourself from leaning on him. Miguel took the chance to move his arm from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“Un poco celoso, cariño?” Miguel whispered in your ear.

“I’m not jealous!” You turn to face him as you lightly hit his chest, a pout apparent on your lips. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him as he gently rubbed your chin with his thumb.

“No need to worry because I’m all yours.” Your eyes connect with his, your face now centimeters apart from his. Your lips gently brush against his, but you pull away, blushing slightly.

“We probably should get to hq.”

“I guess we should.” Miguel lightly sighs. He knows he shouldn’t push you. He knows he needs to be patient to get you back. But your scent alone makes it hard for him not to bend you over the couch and take you from behind.

You walked to your bedroom and opened your top drawer to pull out your suit. After putting it on, you look in the mirror, surprised that you looked just the same 5 years ago. Walking back into the living room, you see Miguel already had his suit on except for his mask as he pressed buttons on his watch to open a portal. He looked back at you with a smirk as he scanned your body.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Actually, do you have a day pass?” You ask shyly as you bite your lip slightly embarrassed to not have your watch.

“What happened to your watch?” He said as he handed you a day pass.

“I left it back at HQ. I didn’t think I would ever go back.” Your gaze shifts from his remembering the last time you were at HQ.

“I’ll get you another one. Let’s get going. I can already feel the headache coming from seeing those annoying spiders.” He said as he walked through the portal. A chuckle escaped your throat before following right behind him.

Within seconds you were back at HQ in Miguel’s office. Seeing your surroundings made you freeze in place. The last time you were here was when you ended things with Miguel. A hand was placed on your lower back as you looked up to see a concerned Miguel.

“Last memories of this place weren’t enjoyable.” Miguel caressed your cheek as he guided you to look at him again with a small smile on his face.

“Then just remember the good memories made here.” His comment made your guilty thoughts wash away and replace them with happy ones as you exited his office together.

You were speechless when you walked into the main area. So many more spiders have joined in the last five years. You never would have thought there were so many different variations. Walking through, you saw not only people but animals and even a Lego Spider-Man??? You realized you weren’t the only surprised spider, as anyone who walked by you and Miguel were shocked. Either people who recognized you or newer members who were surprised to see Miguel so close to someone.

“Wow, this place has gotten a lot bigger. It’s amazing.”

“As I began to recruit more, I decided to update and expand,” Miguel said as he led you to the new training center. The training center was spectacular, holding all the state-of-the-line technology.

“We should train here together! I will need the extra help since I’ve been out of the game for so long.” You look at Miguel as you send him a beaming smile. The excitement on your face melted his heart as he gazed at you lovingly.

“Are you thinking of joining spider society again?” Miguel asked you as you noticed his eyes crave you to say yes.

“I-I want to get back to being spider-woman. But in my universe. During all my time as Spiderwoman, my New York has never had major villains. It’s been pretty safe. Just even safer after I started protecting it. Even after I stopped being Spiderwoman, crime rates haven’t risen much in the past five years. I don’t know if Mateo’s parents should be risking their lives on missions.” Miguel was slightly disappointed that you didn’t say yes. But he understood your concerns about Mateo.

You noticed a familiar spider ahead, watching a younger spider train as she rubbed her pregnant belly. As you walked closer, the woman turned around and smiled when she saw you and Miguel.

“Jess, it’s been too long.” You hugged her.

“I’ve missed you, girl. This place hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“And omg, Miguel told me you were expecting! Congratulations! Please let me know if you need anything. Though being pregnant can be hellish most days, I remember the little good things from it.”

“Aww, thanks. But wait, you’ve been pregnant before?” Jess’ face turned surprised as she glanced back and forth between you and Miguel.

“Yeah. I was pregnant when I left Spider Society. But I have an adorable 5-year-old son named Mateo.” You showed Jess the screensaver on your phone, which was of Mateo playing in a park.

“Aww, he’s adorable. He’s the spitting image of both his parents.” Jess smiled at the photo before handing you back your phone.

You see a swinging spider in a white and pink suit practicing. The way she moved across the obstacles reminded you of yourself. Until now, you didn’t realize how much you missed being a spider woman. The white spider lowered herself to the ground before the three of you as she lowered her hood. She was just a kid. Maybe these were one of the annoying teenage spiders that irked Miguel so much.

“How was that, Jess?” Said the girl, breathless but excited.

“Your skills are greatly improving, Gwen.” Said Jess as she patted Gwen on the back. The young girl’s attention went to Miguel before landing on you.

“Hi, my name is Gwen Stacy.” She waved hello to you.

“Y/n l/n. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. For your age, you’re a very talented spider woman.” Gwen thanked you, her cheeks a faint pink as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Did Miguel recruit you! We should train together! I would love more advice.” Gwen asked you.

“I’m an old member who is just visiting. But I would love to train again. Especially with new members. When I train with this one, he always goes easy.” You gesture towards Miguel, who just rolls his eyes, smiling at your comment.

“I do it so you don’t get hurt, Hermosa.” Miguel pouts at you.

“I’m only teasing.” Like old times, you get up on your toes and kiss him on the cheek. Everyone was shocked, including you. Miguel smiled at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, like old times. Jess smiled at the two love birds. She was relieved to see them back together.

“Sorry.” You mumble quietly to Miguel. Miguel lowered himself to your ear and whispered, “Never apologize for doing that. I wouldn’t mind if you did it more too.” His words dusted your cheeks rosy as you smiled back at him before leaving his arms.

“Didn’t think of you as the romantic type, Boss.” Another young spider with a British accent approached. He gestured his hand out towards you and shook your hand. “The name’s Hobie Brown.”

“Did the mission go smoothly?” Asked Miguel, his face turned unemotional.

“It went perfectly! Not a single error.” Hobie said with slight sarcasm evident in his voice. Which made Miguel sigh in frustration.

“Please tell me that someone else did the reports.”

“Pavitr is currently doing it.”

“Good.”

You internally chuckled at the conversation between Miguel and Hobie. Miguel tried to pretend he didn’t care. But you could see right through the tough act. Suddenly a cute red-headed baby dropped into your arms. She looked up at you with smiles and giggles, which made your heart explode from the cuteness.

“And who is this adorable little girl?” You say in a slight baby voice as you hold the baby in your arms. Miguel swooned at the site of you happily holding Mayday.

“If it isn’t the one and only Miguel Tamer. It’s been too long, y/n. Missed seeing you around here.” Peter B. jumped down from the ceiling as he went to hug you. He was about to take Mayday, but she whined to stay in your arms.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Peter! From your new looks, I think I should call you Spider-Dad instead of Spider-Man.” Your joke made Peter and the rest laugh. Even Miguel lightly chuckled when you briefly glanced at him.

“This is Mayday. My spider hearing told me you have a kid too. Welcome to the dad club O’Hara. I’ll buy you a pair of slippers and a robe.” Peter patted Miguel on the back in congratulations.

“No, thank you. I can still dress decently. You’re just being lazy, Parker.” Mayday hopped into Miguel’s arms and started crawling all over him. He caught her in his arms as she giggled up at him. You smiled at the site as you saw Miguel with a small smile. Mayday grabbed a few of your fingers and held them. Even though you have a five-year-old at home, baby fever clouded your thoughts. You did want Mateo to grow up with at least one sibling, unlike you, who was an only child.

“I still find it funny how you’re the only Spider-Man who isn’t funny. We’re supposed to be funny!” Peter caught Mayday as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“I think Miguel is funny in a different way. It’s cute.” You chuckle when Miguel pouts at your comment. But before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist and shot his web up to the ceiling before swinging across. You clung to his side as it had been long since you flew across the training room. Returning to his original spot on the ceiling, he went upside down with you. He kissed you on the cheek.

“Think I’m funny now, amor?” You playfully hit his chest as he laughs.

“Haha, you’re such a tease.” You say before he sets the two of you back on the ground.

“Aww, young love.” Said Hobie, which earned him a glare from Miguel.

“Jess, would you be able to manage HQ for a week? I’m going to take time off to spend time with my family. I’ll still monitor from afar.”

“Of course. Spend time with y/n and Mateo. Don’t forget about some alone time too.” Jess winked, which made your cheeks go red as Miguel cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll see you in a week. Reach out if there is an emergency.” Miguel said. You forgot his arms were still wrapped around you as he began to walk and bring you along. His arm around your waist felt like second nature, as if you haven’t been separated for nearly six years.

You waved goodbye to everyone before walking with Miguel to the large terrace, where many spiders relaxed in the fresh air. Going to the ledge, he turned to you as he gestured to you to take his hand. Understanding what he was about to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he jumped off.

Your stomach rising was such a freeing feeling that you had missed. Suddenly shot back up into the sky as Miguel shot his web out. The cold wind blowing against your suit felt amazing as Miguel swung through the skyline.

Finally, building the courage to swing yourself, you shoot out a web alongside Miguel. You had a rocky start, almost slipping before catching yourself again. Your small scare sent Miguel into a slight panic. But he calmed his heart when he saw you almost immediately catch yourself.

It was nice swinging across buildings with him again. It had been so long. Even before the two of you officially began dating. You two would have these peaceful swings when you had free time and knew Miguel needed a break from his workaholic tendencies. As you glided above the streets, you did a trick or two, such as needling through the traffic or hanging by your foot as Miguel sent a deep-hearted chuckle every so often as he gazed at your carefree antics.

Miguel swung closer to you until he could gently grab the web you were hanging from and bring you closer to him, chests grazing each other every time you took a breath. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you against him.

Your heart began to take control of your body. You didn’t ware your mask; you wanted to feel the cool air hitting your rosy cheeks. You gently lifted part of his mask, only revealing up to his nose and showing off his plump lips. Miguel leaned his head down and captured your lips into a sweet kiss. Your lips parted from his as you removed his mask, revealing his honey-brown eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Miguel kissed you one more time.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Please let me be yours again, mi amor. Let me take you on a date tomorrow night.” You hesitated. Why does it feel so easy? He finds out he’s a father and bonds right away with Mateo, plus he wants you to. Did you really get such good luck? You take a deep breath before you caress his cheek and plant another kiss on his lips as your response. You feel his smile against you, happy you gave him another chance.

Miguel’s watch beeped as Lyla appeared next to him. “It’s time for you to pick up the cute baby boy from school. You two make such adorable babies! You should have another!” Lyla’s forward words made you blush as Miguel lightly glared at Lyla for fooling around and teasing you. He should really update her code. Pressing a few buttons, he opened a portal back into your apartment.

You quickly remove your suits and walk over to Mateo’s school. You walk into the building as you both wait for him to finish and leave his classroom.

“Mama! Papa! Look what I drew!” Mateo came running out of class with other kids, his backpack jiggling behind him. He hugged you before going to hug Miguel as Miguel picked him up in his arms.

“Look at my drawing! I drew you and Papa.” Mateo showed the drawing. Seeing his drawings in the past, you could conjure out the figure of you, Miguel, and Mateo inside a house and all holding hands.

“We are all holding hands because we love each other,” Mateo said as you briefly glanced at Miguel. You looked at him with a loving smile.

“It’s an amazing drawing, papito. We’ll make sure to hang it up in the fridge.” Said Miguel. You walked out of the school and back home to the apartment. As you walked in, Miguel went to the kitchen and helped Mateo put the photo on the fridge next to a few other drawings. You follow behind as you make small healthy snacks for Mateo’s soccer team. You would have just bought something from the store. But you knew some of the very opinionated mothers would throw a fit.

You decided to make miniature empanadas which you knew how to make as they were Miguel’s favorite as he showed you how to make them on one of your cooking dates. You loved those dates with him. Where you went to his or your home and both cooked a dish.

After some time, you took the now-cooked empanadas from the oven. Good thing you made extra because the smell brought Miguel back to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Those smell amazing, Hermosa.” He kissed your neck before grabbing one. Somehow he wasn’t affected by how hot they were.

“Be careful. I just took them out of the oven.” He kissed your cheek before biting into it. Maybe his superpowers let his tongue not get burned. You internally chuckled at the silly thought.

“It’s delicious.” Miguel hummed in contentment as he took another bite. After they cooled down enough, you took a bite of one. He was right. They were delicious. You put one aside for Mateo as you pack the rest for tomorrow.

“Let me cook dinner since you made the empanadas,” Miguel said as he began to take stuff out to cook.

“But you made breakfast this morning. Let me cook.” You pouted slightly as he ignored the remark.

“Nonsense, amor. You’ve done so much for me already. You gave me Mateo. Making dinner for my family is the least I can do for you.” He kissed your forehead before he went back to chopping vegetables.

You hugged him from behind as you got on your toes and kissed him on the cheek before you grabbed the plate with Mateo’s empanada. You entered his room as he sat on the floor, playing with his legos.

“Hey bud, I made empanadas for your soccer practice tomorrow.” You sit next to him as you place the plastic plate before him. His eyes widened as he quickly dropped his blocks and picked up the delicious pastry.

“Thank you, mama.” He said as he chomped down on the empanada.

“How was school?” You asked him.

“It was fun! Ms. Williams taught us our ABCs and how to count to 20. And then she read us a book about Spiderwoman before we got to play.” He said in between eating. You smiled as you wiped his cheek where there was food.

“Hey Mama, do you love Papa?” His sudden question made your cheeks pink. The door was opened to his room and right next to the kitchen. You knew Miguel could easily hear with his heightened hearing ability. You knew you were going to get teased by Miguel for this later. Swallowing your pride a little, “I do love him.”

“That’s good because I think Papa loves you too.”

“Why do you say that, sweetie?” You knew Miguel still had feelings for you. But you didn’t think he still loved you, especially after how you left him and hid the fact that he had a son for five years.

“He looks at you with a big smile when you’re not looking, and his eyes almost look like hearts.” You knew your son might have exaggerated slightly with the heart eyes. But you knew the rest was true. Little kids really were key observers. Especially your son. He probably got that from his father, who questioned everything like the scientist he was.

Your heartbeat raced as Miguel walked in with a grin on his face. Oh, he definitely heard your conversation.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” Miguel walked in and sat down. His large frame took up some of the room as the two of you began to play with the legos with Mateo as you let your son dictate the game he came up with.

After eating dinner as a family at the dining table, you all went to the living room to watch a family-friendly movie. Mateo lay down on the rug as he drew with his crayons.

You felt a little cold as you quickly went to grab a sweater for you and Mateo. He whined at first, not wanting to put it on. But finally decided to listen as he let you put it on him. You had also grabbed an old sweatshirt that was Miguel’s that you still had and handed it to him.

“If you’re cold.” You say as you sit back on the sofa next to him.

“Gracias.” He said, putting it on. After a few minutes passed by, you still felt cold. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist as if he knew, pulling you closer to him. Your knees touched his as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You felt lips press to your forehead, which woke you up from your slumber. Sometime during the movie, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What time is it?” You yawn.

“Eleven. I put Mateo to bed an hour ago.” Miguel turned off the tv.

“I’m sorry that you waited.”

“Nonsense cariño. Plus, you were so peaceful when you slept. Why would I disturb such a gorgeous site?” You chuckled at his flirty response before a small gasp came from you as he picked you up bridal style and began to carry you to the bedroom.

“Miguel. I can walk myself to the bedroom.” You said. His response was only a kiss on your cheek as he walked into the bedroom and placed you on the bed.

“Miguel?” You said, cheeks turning a dark red as he hovered over you on the bed. He kissed your lips before trailing down from your chin, neck, to your collarbone between your breasts through your shirt.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi corazón. I don’t think I can last another night without touching you.” He lifted your shirt above your gorgeous mounds, his words, as he kissed the tops of each breast. A growl escapes his lips at the bra trapping your breasts. His pointer finger claw extended as he brought it to the middle of your bra, tearing it in half and breaking your breasts free.

“That was a good bra.” You moaned out as Miguel took your right nipple into his mouth and used his other hand to massage your left.

“I’ll take you to go buy a new one.” He mumbled before he continued to pleasure your breasts. His mouth moved to your other nipple to make sure both got attention as his hand snaked down below your pj shorts as he began to stroke your clit.

“Such a naughty girl. Not wearing any panties. Were you wanting me to fuck you tonight, mi amor?”

A moan escaped your lips before you covered your mouth with your hands as Mateo was down the hall. Miguel removed your hand and kissed your wrist.

“Miguel, we have to keep it down.” You managed to say in between moans as he inserted two fingers inside your wet folds.

“Well then, we’ll have to keep it quiet. I’ll have to hear your sweet moans another time.” He quickened his pace with his fingers inside you. A soft groan left your lips as he stopped giving attention to your nipples. But soon replaced with kissing and sucking on your neck as his fangs graze against your skin, sending pleasure through your body. You clench around his fingers as his continued thrusts created a knot in your stomach.

“Soak my fingers so that I can taste you.” He whispered in your ear as he quickened his pace, curling them inside you. You couldn’t hold down a moan as you came from your climax. You whined at the feeling of being empty as he put the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Don’t worry, mi amor. You’ll be filled again with my cock. He removed your shorts and tossed them on the floor before taking off his sweatpants. His erect cock broke free from its prison, aching to be inside you as you saw precum leaking from the tip.

The tip of his cock grazed your soaking folds as he gently eased the tip into you. A moan left you as he continued to push himself in. A groan escaped his lips as he felt you clench around him despite you being so tight.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside your pretty pussy. You’re not going to sleep tonight, Hermosa.” He removes himself except for the tip before-

Your body jolts awake in a slightly sweaty state. You shut your eyes tight as you hold back a moan. Your core was on fire, begging for attention and release.

You mentally swear.

It was another fucking sex dream.

You glance at the large bare chest resting against the headboard. Miguel sat up as he looked at an orange screen in front of him that projected from his watch. Your thighs squeezed against each other as the sunlight perfectly accentuated his muscles. It didn’t help that he was wearing his glasses.

“Buenos días cariño.” His gaze shifted from the screen to you as he turned slightly to face you.

“Good morning.” You managed to get out. He cupped your cheek and gently caressed you with his thumb. Your eyes widen as you see lust cloud his brown eyes as a smirk appears on his lips.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

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Ouch, that's gotta hurt.

Watching Cleriths celebrate NPTK these past weeks, knowing they'll, as always, be proven incorrect has been an exercise in patience. Sometimes it's just clear that you won't be able to convince people of a complex truth when so often discourse is limited to 280 characters. The reason Clerith exists is that people are unable to see the big picture, it survives by people squinting and not seeing the "but" that's located right after every piece of evidence they put forward. This means that you'll often be perceived to be arguing against what is to them the blatantly obvious. It's futile, nuanced argument never wins from emotion, so often you just have to take solace in the idea that "well, it will be fun to see their surprise 4 years from now". So when you get an interview like this, mere weeks after the game releases, which confirms everything that Clotis had been saying about, and had been mocked for, NPTK, you can't help feel a sense of schadenfreude.

Man that's gotta hurt. This is the difference between Clotis and Cleriths. Cleriths don't really like Aerith, because they want to assassinate her character. Rather than a sad tragic tale of a lifetime of love and loss they want to reduce her character to a shallow cliche rom-com about a capricious girl whose fickle affections change by the hour. The fact that the first person Aerith starts developing feelings for after 5 years of pining after Zack is a man who is almost literally channeling Zack becomes a meaningless coincidence in the story. The fact that she knows Cloud for 2 weeks, most of which is also spent pining over Zack is viewed as confirmation of how special their love is. It doesn't matter that Aerith doesn't even know who Cloud is. It doesn't matter that Cloud is shown to very obviously be in love with another woman. It doesn't matter that Cloud is clearly losing his mind. It doesn't matter that Cloud is constantly show as being apathetic towards her advancements. Even them fighting is recontextualized as "good chemistry" just to avoid facing reality. Usually nonsensical romances are seen as bad-writing, but here the cope makes people excuse all the nonsense as "how brilliantly written is this story? They love each other despite it making no sense, now THAT is romance". Zack is called irrelevant, CC is a "ret-con" and can be ignored, ACC is about how romantic it is to want to die to be with someone. The reason Zack is so predominant in Rebirth is in no way connected to Aerith yearning for exactly the bond he's constantly showing to have with her. The contrast with Clouds apathy means nothing, he definitely isn't there to have some sort of pay-off with Aerith in part 3. Nah, he's just there to give Cloud and Aerith his blessing and to F-off. The reason Tifa is silent and heartbroken at the end has nothing to do with her best friend dying and the man she loves losing his mind. The distance between her and Cloud at that moment is totally not used to illustrate the severity of the situation, or to set-up Tifas importance in the events for part 3. Nah, she doesn't get lines because she's just a side character duh!. That is how they think, every single character and story is assassinated, everything happens only to service Cloud and Aeriths romance, even Cloud and Aerith themselves are pushed through the mud. Screw the death of Ifalna, screw the death of Zack, screw the complexity surrounding Clouds Zack shaped psychology, screw Aeriths childhood and desire for real bonds of friendship, screw even the story of Aerith dying and how maybe, JUST MAYBE, the scenes surrounding Aeriths death have SOMETHING to do with the strong emotions surrounding death rather than just being "a cute romance scene uwu". Never have I seen any story interpretation reveal such rampant hatred for a character as Cleriths reveal for Aerith. To them, Aerith is totally the kind of person who would bond with Tifa, hear the very personal and intimate story about the promise shared between her and Cloud, hear that Cloud thinks that Zack is dead, and not 5 minutes later write a story about how "she loves Cloud and they wouldn't need no promises like that other girl". But sure, I'm the one who hates Aerith, not the people who think this is who she is, but me, the person who assumed she'd be less vile than that and that any song she'd write would encompass more than that. I stand up for her character and get mocked, called an Aerith hater, and called "toxic"....and then you get an interview like this. God it feels good to always have all your positions validated by future content. One has to wonder if the people still arguing for Clerith ever sit back and think "wait, the last 100 times I dismissed these peoples arguments I was proven wrong almost immediately, I am constantly having to shift my goalposts while they're just happily sitting there laughing as they consume media about Cloud kissing Tifa, or proclaiming to become her special existence....maybe I am the delusional one...." God I can't wait for part 3, it will be hilarious.

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[blackopals-world]

I Found Home

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)(part 5)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Part 6

Note: Time to feed my pet followers their serotonin

Lilia

"The Guardian"

When you become a parent you will finally learn that special ability to know what your baby needs from every sound they make.

Yuu however had trouble with with Grimm. When Grimm rarely cried but when he did it was always out of distress and only when he was afraid. It was more of a sharp yell that scared Yuu. Yuu knew it might be bad parenting but she would show him that crying is just another form of asking for help.

He was a self-soother as well and he'd put his thumb in his mouth and pull his hair when he needed to calm down.

Yuu encouraged his coping mechanisms and tried to learn all of Grimm's signs of distress. More and more he stopped panicking in favor of trying to talk once he calmed himself. It wasn't perfect of course because he went into hiding one night after wetting the bed and was too afraid to get help.

Mad crying and sad crying she knew the sound of. She knew when he was really in danger. But one night she heard something that set off every alarm in her head.

Grimm let out a loud striking scream and bolted from his bed and into Yuu's room. He frantically crawled over her and shook her awake.

"Monster! Monster!" He yelled.

Yuu was wide awake now as she pulled Grimm to her chest.

"It's okay. What did you see?" Yuu tried to ask calmly. If Grimm actually saw someone she had a hatchet under her bed and no remorse in using it.

"A monster! Outside!" Grimm pointed to the window.

Yuu knew that it probably wasn't a person considering they were on the second floor. Must have been a shadow. But she couldn't tell Grimm that. In a child's mind telling them that there was nothing to fear won't ease them. You have to think around them.

"Okay, mommy will check. Do you wanna stay here?" She asked rubbing his back.

Grimm had already curled himself against Yuu's body which meant putting him down now would be difficult.

"No."

Fair enough.

Yuu got up cradling Grimm in one arm as she walked back into his room.

Everything was in place. Yuu looked out the window to see a cloudy moonlight sky. It was probably the shadow of a cloud over the moon that spooked him.

When she bought the villa she really liked the floor-to-ceiling windows but now she could see some problems. But at least the windows didn't open and risk Grimm falling out.

"Hmm, I see the problem," Yuu said trying to get Grimm's attention "The clouds are in the way."

"The clouds?" Grimm asked.

"You see when the moon and stars are out they protect us from nighttime monsters. The stars make up these ancient guardians and heroes that watch over the world at night. They slay the monsters. But sometimes the monsters send out shadow clouds to block out the moon and stars." Yuu said gravely.

"Oh no!" Grimm held on tighter in fear.

"But don't worry. We can stop them."

"Really?" Grimm said with excitement.

"Yep, you must build up your army. " As she said this she picked up Grimm's favorite stuffed cat. "Your stuffed animals can help you. If you give them orders one of the star heroes can come down and use their bodies to fight off the monsters."

Grimm's eyes lit up as he scrambled out of his mom's arms and gathered his toys.

"Sir Batty, you are in charge. Nina will stay with me." Grimm said as he stood over his fluffy troops.

"Wish them luck." Yuu said as she picked up her son and tucked him right back in bed.

"Wait! Mama! Who's going to protect you?" Grimm asked.

"Oh, well maybe you can ask Sir Batty, to check on me tonight," Yuu said soothing Grimm back to sleep.

Grimm knew that if his Mama said he was safe he was safe. Even if she was being silly. But he was going to show her that he was brave this time. Even if the scary monster was here again, on the ceiling.

It had big red eyes and sharp teeth this time.

"Are you going to eat me?" Grimm asked watching the monster get closer.

"Why would I eat you? You're far too little." The monster responded.

"Are you going to eat my Mama? I'll let you eat me instead." Grimm held tighter to Nina. Maybe he toys will save him soon.

"I would never eat you or your Mama. She's my friend." The monster dropped down from the ceiling and sat at the edge of the bed "and I'm not a monster."

Grimm got a closer look and he saw that this person wasn't a monster, in fact he looked familiar. Like one of the heroes from Mama's storybook. She was telling the truth a hero did come, Sir Batty had come to life!

Almost immediately Grimm asked a million questions to the hero. Like how he slayed monsters or how he met Mama.

"I used to protect your Mom too." Sir Batty said proudly.

"So Mama knew you'd come," Grimm said in awe.

Suddenly a yowl came from outside and just as quickly Grimm took cover as he curled up against the bat(man?).

"Monster!" Grimm tugged at his hair as he grabbed at Batty's clothes.

"No, no. That's not a monster it's just a cat. You like cats don't you?" Batty comforted him by rubbing his back gently.

Batty picked Grimm up and opened the curtains.

"See, it's just a cute little kitty." He said softly as Grimm watched the black cat perch on the fence.

Grimm smiled as he waved at the cat. He loved cats.

Lilia was having a delightful time. He could hardly believe Yuu made something so cute. He missed holding a child in his arms. Babies are so soft and warm.

Yuu's child was so small, smaller than Silver was.

"Thirsty," Grimm mumbled drowsy.

Lilia continued to rub his back as he walked downstairs. Grimm's head rested on Lilia's shoulder as he started drifting off.

The fridge had bottles of enriched milk for toddlers. All Lilia needed to do was warm it up and put it in a sippy cup.

"Do not add anything"

Lilia could already hear her voice. He remembered getting kicked out of the kitchen constantly when she came over to cook. He missed her meat pies and pizzas.

Lilia waited for the milk to cool and poured it into a Halloween-themed bottle with bats and pumpkin print.

Gently he shook Grimm awake and sat down on the couch. Grimm weakly held the bottle and began to drink but his grip began to slip.

Lilia laughed as he helped hold one end of the cup up so Grimm could continue to drink. He made sure to be careful so Grimm didn't drink too much at once and kept upright enough that he could swallow easily.

It was like he had another baby.

Once the bottle was almost empty Grimm slumped over and went into a deep sleep. Lilia wiped milk off the mouth of the little one.

He could hardly believe Yuu brought something so wonderful into the world. No, he believed it. Every bit of it.

"The future?" She tiled her head to the side and hummed in thought for a moment. "Well I want a nice house. I want it to be in a place full of trees, old ones. I'm going to finish my book and officially become an author. I'm going to get married and have kids. 1 or 2 would be good. Hey! Why are you laughing? I don't care if it sounds childish, can't I dream?"

He wasn't laughing at her but she sounded so cute. She had stars in her eyes as she talked about her future life. Clearly, she had worked towards it.

There was a creak as footsteps came downstairs. Any words of alarm that Yuu had died in her throat as Lilia pressed a finger to his lips before pointing to Grimm who was snuggled up against him with his head in the crook of Lilia's neck.

Yuu quietly pulled back one of Grimm's stray curled locks before looking at Lilia with confusion. She wanted to ask him why he was there but realized that it didn't matter.

"I missed you." Was all she could say.

"I missed you too." Lilia kissed her forehead.

Grimm let out a soft whine.

"He's beautiful." Lilia was still mesmerized.

"Isn't he." Yuu joined in. "..oh, it's late."

"Never stopped you. We used to stay up all night together." Lilia purred pressing a kiss to Yuu's cheek.

"Not anymore. I'm on mommy time now. I'm up when he's up." Yuu teased.

"What about mommy and daddy time?" Lilia returned the favor.

Yuu smacked his arm.

"We need to put him to bed." Yuu sighed reaching to take Grimm from the fae.

"I don't wanna let go." Lilia backed away as he childishly pouted.

Yuu knew better than to push but an alternative needed to be found.

Grimm woke up in a strange place. Well not stang it was his Mama's room. He was sandwiched between Mommy and Sir Batty or the hero that took Sir Batty's body.

Grimm tugged on the human stuffed animal to see if he would turn back now in the daytime.

"No, no my child. We don't pull hair." The man said, "If you are awake how about you help Daddy make breakfast for Mommy."

Daddy? Grimm didn't know he had a Daddy.

"Okay, Daddy!" Grimm smiled as he reached out his arms to be picked up.

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[mackjlee9]

Leon Kennedy Brainrot

Leon's duality as a dom and sub bottom

Warning; extremely self-indulgent, sub/dom leon&reader, riding, dumbification, slight bondage, creampie, sir kink, slight pet play (reader is referred to as puppy/mutt like once), slight degradation, nipple play, dry humping, cockwarming. Re6 Leon did not leave my mind while writing this, but any Leon works.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

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Dom!Bottom!Leon is a little mean, honestly, but in the best way possible.

He's the kind of dom bottom that would look down on you as he rides your cock, enjoying watching you writhe underneath his weight, using you like nothing but a toy to satisfy his needs.

Your hands are tied to the headboard of the bed to prevent you from touching him, and he's in love with the view, his blue eyes dark and clouded with pleasure, smirking at the sight of your tears, hearing your whines and whimpers managed to turn him on even more, clenching around your cock and making you cry out his name.

He scoffs, pushing his blond hair back, leaning down to hold himself up with his hands on either side of your head.

"Such a pathetic, mutt, you can't stop cumming inside me, can you? You fucking love filling me with your cum," you held back a whine when you felt how your cum dripped down your cock, Leon's eyes staring into yours, "Answer me."

He mutters holding your face in his hand, making you groan as you blink away the tears gathering in your eyes.

"Y-yes, sir... Love cumming inside you, you feel so good a-around my cock, and I can't hold back," Leon sighed content, his tight and wet walls clenching around your oversensitive cock, "Leon..."

You whined, pulling on the restraints around your wrists and he chuckled, his hips raising and lowering really slowly, teasing and edging you, feeling your cock throbbing inside him.

"Yes~?" He let out, his hips grinding back and forth down on yours.

"Please... Ride me..." Leon released a quiet hum, leaning closer to your face.

"What did you say? I didn't quite hear you, puppy," you took a deep breath and got rid of the shame you got, telling him exactly what wanted to hear.

"Please, ride my stupid mutt cock, milk me dry, and call me your dumb puppy, please Leon~," a shiver ran down Leon's spine, and his mind became foggy, licking his lips, moving back and holding himself up in your abdomen, seeing the bruises and scratches he previously left.

He took a deep breath and ignored the burning feeling in his thighs, making sure to call you his and only his every time you came inside him.

Sub!Bottom!Leon is such a whiny and needy baby.

He tends to be well-behaved 'cause he can't really handle your punishments, they're too much for his sensitive body.

He's too shy to admit it, but he loves it when you play with his chest, whether it'll be your mouth or fingers stimulating his nipples, he can't resist. He knows you love his body, but there's something obvious when it comes to his chest and he can't help but moan your name and pull on your hair when you abuse his perky nipples.

He has even considered getting nipple piercings after you used nipple clamps on him, that night was damn crazy.

Pretty boy likes to hump you, your foot, your thigh, even humping on your cock and abdomen, and he gets off on your scent, his nose pressed against your neck or bulge as he lets out loud whimpers.

He's really good and obedient, but there are times when he really, really wants to feel you pounding him and he'll shyly come up behind you while you're busy working on your computer. He'll wrap his arms around you and whisper in your ear, "Can I cockwarm you, sir?"

And how can you deny that sad puppy dog look in his eyes?

However, Leon has a hard time staying still while he waits for you to finish your work, his hands trembling as he holds onto your shoulders, quiet moans leaving his lips, being muffled against your neck.

At some point you wanted to tease him a bit, see how long he could hold on before breaking the rule, but he just cried out your name.

"Pl-please, don't... I'm gonna c-cum if you... Keep doing that, sir, I wanna... Be good for you, sir~," damn, hearing his shaky voice while his walls clenched around you made it hard for you to keep focused on what you were doing.

"Fucking hell..." You muttered, pushing the chair you were sitting on back and stood up, pinning Leon to the wall, watching attentively how he threw his head back, his back arched and his thighs trembled under your hold, "Fuck, baby, you make it hard for me to control myself when you're this fucking sexy and adorable," he let out a sob as he held onto you, placing a messy kiss on your lips as he held you close to his body.

"Fuck me hard, please~... Make me dumb on your cock, sir~."

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[rosiegold23]

Your Relationship With Your Future Spouse

Piles: 1 -> 2 -> 3

4 -> 5 -> 6

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Pile 1

Your relationship with your future spouse will be a healing one. In your life you’ve gone through or will have gone through a lot of struggle and there would have been people bringing you down. Your future spouse would be able to see the hurt in your eyes. It’s almost as if you two speak telepathically. Your future spouse will already know you’re hurt without you telling them. They won’t force you to open up, but they will always be there for you. At some point when you’re with them they’ll just ask you if you’re ok or say something like “I know you’re hurting” and this will cause you to tear up and they’ll comfort you and embrace you. Your future spouse will want to protect you. You may be a person that lets people walk over them and/or settles for less. You need to build up your self confidence and self worth! Your future spouse will be very protective over you and will refuse to let you be hurt by others. Hmm your future spouse also may have a savior complex though. It could be to the point he sees you like a kid that needs to be protected from everything and it might get overwhelming at some points. As the relationship goes on it might get to the point they become very over controlling. I feel as if at some point it’ll feel like all they care about is protecting you and it might not feel as much like love anymore and you’ll bring it up, but they’ll end up manipulated or gaslighting you/treating you like a kid again and as if you can’t think for yourself or you don’t know what you’re talking about. That message is not for all of you though because for some of you even if your future husband seems controlling/overprotective they’ll try to calm themselves down in order not to make you uncomfortable and you’ll still be able to see and feel their immense love for you. But back to the people with the more toxic person, You might try to leave them or want to, but they’ll manipulate you or try to trick you into staying with them. If you successfully leave them you may/will end up getting back together with this person because they will make you think that they’ve changed, but you’ll just end up in the same cycle again. I’m not sure if you’ll leave again though. Some of you won't, some of you will. I do feel for some of you the relationship will be a little better this time, but mostly the same as before.

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Pile 2

You guys will have a beautiful relationship. Everything will remind you guys of each other/ you guys will see a lot of things that remind you of the other. Your future spouse or the both of you may be really big on giving each other gifts. All the sadness and heartbreak you went through will all have paid off because this relationship will be like the sun. You will feel so much love for this person. You wouldn’t  even know that you could love this much. You guys will be so starstruck when near each other. It’s the energy of having a school crush. When you guys are with each other you guys will feel so safe and connected. You guys will be in your own little world when with each other. It’ll feel like you’re on cloud nine with this person. You guys will always want to be by each other's sides. I see you both going to work or having to be separated for some reason and thinking about each other all day and counting down the seconds until you can leave and see them. Your future spouse also may be someone who expresses their loves through words and they’ll be amazing with their words. You’ll feel so loved by what they tell you and it’ll make your knees go weak and your heart flutter in a way no one else can make it flutter. I see a lot of blushing and smiles for you both/ in this relationship. You guys are each other’s distraction. Even if something bad happens you and your future spouse thoughts would always run back to the other person. You guys would think things like “ Oh i have to tell [future spouse] about this!” or “Well atleast I have [future spouse]”. Also you guys will be so in love that when you guys are near each other it’s like common sense has left the chat. You’ll know this person is your future spouse once you meet this person or once you fall in love with them.

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Pile 3

This won’t go for all of you, but a lot of people in this pile could be really confident people and if not it could be that your future spouse finds you very physically attractive. If you picked this pile there is a high chance you’ve grown up with your future spouse/alongside them. Your future spouse is someone that has gone through a lot of changes in their life personality wise. You guys could have met when you both were young or when one of you was young. There could be an age gap between you two. Also I’m getting this is a pile who’s had/has a friends with benefit relationship with their future spouse. This person may have been coming in and out of your life and when they come back they’re different. Eventually you will/ or have already fallen for them. As for your married relationship, your future spouse will be hot and cold.  Your future spouse will be a very caring and loving person when they want to, but they’ll show most of their emotion and love for you through sexual intimacy. This will end up confusing you because other than that your future spouse might seem cold. I’m feeling in this relationship their will be a lot of seperation. You two will get together and then break apart a lot and each time you’ll have hope that it’ll be different. This could be before you get married though. Oh, I’m seeing it as if your relationship will be off and on and then eventually you two will be dating for a while and get married. The time you connect again and get married will be a time where they are successful and making a lot of money. I’m feeling your relationship with them will not be all that great. They definitely won’t be husband/wife/spouse material and they may have friends who try to flirt with you as well. For some of you guys i’m seeing an affair happen. By that I mean you will be the one getting with one of your partner’s friends. Their friend will be much better than them and way nicer and loving. You’ll want to be with your partner’s friend, but the problem is that  their friend won’t be looking for anything serious or moving the relationship forward with you. They may just be interested in sex and this will end up upsetting you. I think you may end up divorcing your future husband so you could up marrying someone else after this person. For many of you I’m seeing your next future spouse will be better than the one you divorced.

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So you or your future spouse have a frantic energy. That might be the wrong word, but don’t worry I don’t mean it in a negative way! Whoever has this energy tends to over think and worry a lot about the other person because they want their partner to be happy. Your future spouse seems lowkey obsessive. This could be your energy as well, but I’m feeling it more from your future spouse. They’ll definitely check your social media a lot. And try to keep tabs on everything you do. Your future spouse will want to connect more with you, but will be shy when it comes to their feelings or opening up. You’re future spouse will think of a lot of scenarios with you and how to initiate a conversation and talk about what you like or what to do with you later on (like dates/hanging out kind of things) When ever they think of you their feelings will go into overdrive and they will miss you so much. Your relationship with your future spouse will be very loving and affectionate. They will do whatever they can to make you happy.  Your future spouse will always shower you with love and affection especially with their words. They will love to spoil you and give you soo much compliments. They tend to be someone who gives more than they receive, but they won’t mind because they’ll love you so much that they mostly care about your happiness. Your future spouse will find you extremely attractive. They will want to spend all their time with you and they will want to have sexual intimacy with you A LOT. The will quite literally not be able to resist you. To be honest they give me the vibes of one of those shy obsessive yanderes (but without the violent part). They remind me of Azusa from Diabolik Lovers. Well Azusa without any of his violent/extremely masochistic behavior. Just his personality and how quiet, but intrigued he is by Yui (the main character). Your future spouse will notice how obsessive they are over you and will try to distract themself from you so they could be less obsessive and hopefully think of you less. At some point to you they’ll feel less attentive or they’ll seem busy or something and you’ll get worried that something’s wrong or they’re mad at you or something, but in reality they’ll love you so much and be so infatuated with you they won’t know how to deal with it and they’ll be scared that their obsession with you would make you uncomfortable. You guys will end up having a conversation about them suddenly drawing back and they will either end up being truthful about why they are acting the way they are or they won’t tell the whole truth and will just reassure you nothing is wrong and just make an excuse like work was stressful. Overall your relationship with your future spouse will be very fulfilling. Also your future spouse may be really good at hiding their strong feelings for you so it may come as a shock to you. Your future spouse may be very serious or something so their mushy gushy feelings about you could really contrast their personality.

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Pile 5

You and your future spouse will be connected spiritually. You guys may be soul mates. You guys willl have a beautiful connection. You guys will be fulled with love for eachother. The connection will be so deep and powerful. It’s hard to put into words. It’s the kind of connection people only dream about. Just by looking into eachother’s eyes you guys can see eachothers soul. You guys will always have such intense eye contact and you guys will feel little tremors spread throughout your bodies when you guys look at each other. You guys will have a healing connection and you guys will allow you both to find yourselves. You guys will grow and evolve together and turn into beautiful people and a beautiful couple. You two will love to be in each other’s presence and you both will feel like you’re living in a dream. It will be like Utopia with your future spouse. You guys would not be able to bear going back to the life you had without eachother. You two will complete eachother like yin and yang. You guys may become codependent on eachother. You two will be lost without the other. You guys’ connection will feel too good to be true and one or both of you will be scared of losing the other so you guys will be constantly trying to keep the spark in the relationship. You two will feel completely lonely when the other has to leave (like going to work or something) and you guys will wait for the other to get back like a lost puppy. Or maybe you both will go to work and be missing eachother the whole time. I’m not sure what it is, but there is a feeling that one of you may be continously worrying and trying to be with the other person. I was thinking maybe a seperation, but I’m not too sure about that. That part mmay resonate for a reallyy small portion of you guys but I think for most of you guys this could be clinginess. I’m getting eventually you guys will end up working from home or something so you two can be with eachother even more than you guys already are. This relationship really has the feeling of you two being scared to lose eachother so you both will be holding eachother close and never letting go.

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Pile 6

For this pile you may have also felt drawn to pile number 5 or 2. Your relationship with your future spouse will feel like a love novel. You two will be very caring, loving, and generous towards eachother. You two will know you guys will be together forever. The spark will never die out and you guys will be like those sweet old married couples when you two get older.Your relationship will involve a lot hugs and cuddles and shared romantic moments. I see two people holding each other and staring into eachothers eyes with eyes full of love. Just by touching eachother you two will know how much the other loves you. I see you two having a cute morning routine and the more masculine person drinking coffee in the morning while they happily talk with the other person. These sweet little moments will make your futre spouse feel very loved and beyond happy. You two will feel invincible with eachother and will spend a lot of time cuddling and talking about the future. You guys will hold on tightly to eachothers hearts and protect them with your lives. Everyday you two will have love for eachother that grows stronger and stronger. You and your future spouse’s love for eachother will be internal. Random, but your future spouse may be reach because I’m seeing them gifting you something very expense. It could be a very expense engagement ring or a different piece of jewelry. Your future spouse will love to look at you and one of the things they will love about you is there smile. I’m hearing the word youthful so in someways you two will have a youthful connection. I’m seeing things like playful teasing and playful fighting that will end with you getting covered in kisses. You two will treasure eachother and will treat eachother with respect. I also see soft kisses and pecks being shared under the moonlight. When you two are with eachother you guys will forget about the past and things around you two. You both will be focused on eachother. Also see your partner stroking your hair and whispering sweet words to you and telling you how much you mean to them and how much they love you. Again you guys’ love will be eternal and the love and deep connection will always be there. What a beautiful connectionn.

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[sophies-junkyard]

NOBODY ASKED but… Obviously Simon’s arc in adventure time solidified the series as one of greatest of all time (and I’m so hyped for this ice king sadness renaissance) but now I’m thinking of OTHER Adventure Time moments that rewired my brain as a kid. In no particular order:

1. “Once the strong guys got it how they liked it they said ‘this is fair now. This is the law.’ Once they were winning they changed the rules”. They really had the cartoon dog say that on tv in 2014.

2. “People get built different. We don’t have to understand it, we just gotta respect it”

3. The entirety of All The Little People. That shit was absolutely nuts for a kids show but also like…. I can’t articulate the lesson I just know there was one and it haunted me. The danger of the human ego. Hubris. Irreverence. Don’t play god bro.

4. Lady and Peebles. When PB ripped Ricardio’s leg off and bashed his skull in with it. And it was so hardcore they edited it out of the episode. Bro. I remember watching that after school one day and how my jaw just DROPPED at a PRINCESS being so brutal. They let her be so fucking angry and that was a game changer.

5. [Finn, about a horrific memory] “that one’s going in the vault. Aaaaaaaaaandd. It’s gone.” I quote that CONSTANTLY. It’s a great way to bring levity to a bad situation, but also forces me to go “hey wait a sec that’s not gonna work forever”. Things don’t stay in the vault.

6. Puhoy. He lived an entire life in that pillow world. He had kids. And then it’s just gone like a dream.

7. The deer. It was probably my first real introduction to horror. The hand wiggle. You all know exactly what I’m referencing. Were the candy people stuck in that well for 6 months???

8. What Was Missing!! Obviously now because it foreshadowed (and confirmed past) Bubbline, but back then just because it was so good??? IMO, this is the episode that defined WHO our main cast was, and how their relationships needed to grow for them to be content. It set up the next 6 years of the show! Plus it gave us 2 absolute BANGERS. Ugh i rewatched that recording so many times it wasn’t even funny.

9. Ghost Princess. Really just for the line where he sounds like he’s gonna shit his pants remembering his death and then in a clear narrator voice he’s like “I was a broken man.”

10. The pajama war episode. Now I’m doing this from memory so I could be wrong, but I think this really marks the start of Finn growing up. “I’ve really enjoyed just… hanging out with you.” The ability to start over with someone you’ve got complicated history with. The kindness. The growth from both of them!! It’s a direct parallel of episode 1 but their tones couldn’t be more different and I love it.

11. The slow and horrifying realization that The Mushroom War was nuclear Armageddon. Mushroom clouds. That went so far over my head as a kid even though they reference it constantly. It finally clicked during “I remember you”. Which I am NOT gonna go into because holy fuck that’s like 18 posts on its own.

12. Goliad! A child mirroring EVERYTHING they see, for better or worse. Seeing Jake in a bad moment screaming at the kids and goliad absorbing that behavior. Seeing she can use fear to control people. Also PB was Fucking Crazy! Her line “I’m not gonna live forever… I would if I could” is even more unhinged when we learn (like years later) that she’s already 900 years old. But she does physically age so I guess there’s that. The Suitor also falls into this category of episodes.

Ok getting into some of the more talked about moments

1. OK I LIED I have to talk about I remember you. I was 11 years old. I turned on the new adventure time episode like usual. 10 minutes later I was grappling with a grief I had never imagined before. Absolutely BAWLING not just for Simon and Marceline (the PLOT), but for what it showed me. The reality that every kid tries not to think about: your loved ones will leave you someday, even if they don’t want to. It’s an episode that becomes more powerful with every year I get older. To get a bit personal, dementia has completely taken my grandparents from me. I’ve seen sides of my grandfather that should never have existed, and I must constantly forgive him for what he does… now that he doesn’t remember me. And someday it’ll be my parents. That’s just the way of the world, ya know? Anyways, I remember my mom got home right as the credits were rolling and we had a long talk about keeping people alive with memory, mortality, and how the future was far away and we should decide on dinner lmao.

2. The Hall of Egress. I was almost 15. Life was changing. I was changing, and it was strange and frightening. That feeling where you know you’re losing your childhood but you just want to cling to it. Follow the same old familiar path, stick with what’s comfortable. But life doesn’t work that way. It took me years to really understand this episode and it’s symbolism. Honestly I still don’t think I could fully explain it. It’s like. How do I put this. I was so glad to be in the target age group in that moment. I was so glad that something I was growing up with was assuring me “you’re changing, but we’re changing too”. And isn’t that the theme of adventure time? Everything stays, but it still changes.

3. The absolute horror of Ferns existence. He’s Finn, but he’s wrong and warped. All those memories of the people he loves and they can’t stand to be in the same room as him.

4. Susan Strong. The introduction of a RUNNING PLOT. The show up to that point had really been so goofy and so monster of the week. I think the only really plot heavy episode before this one was It Came From the Nightosphere? And then suddenly they call into question the fact that Finn really is the ONLY HUMAN in all of OOO. And then… is he? It was SUCH a departure from the usual tone. Ending that episode with him reaching below her hat and gasping in shock, but never telling the audience what he found. And then she’s just gone. Which leads us to Islands!

5. Min and Marty. Second saddest episode in the entirety of adventure time, made worse because you know exactly how this family is gonna end up. There’s SO MUCH to dissect about Martins behavior in the series. A reformed con artist receives a traumatic brain injury while attempting to save his son. They’re both lost at sea, and he never looks for him. Was it the emotional trauma? Was it the physical damage? Meanwhile a mother loses her husband and her child in a single night and never EVER learns why. Nobody but Martin knows what happened that night. Also Finns fear of the ocean from season 1 is finally explained. 7 years of ignoring Finns origins and then they throw you THIS??? Watching it live was unreal.

Anyways I’m sure I’ll think of more. I might add on to this later for my own sake lmao, but I’d love to hear other peoples formative moments, quotes, episodes, etc. I really just needed to dump this information out of my brain so I can get on with my week.

#If you see this you’re obligated to comment an adventure time moment that lives rent free in your head #or don’t it’s your life babe #I have nobody in my life who has watched adventure time and therefore I must ramble here to myself #adventure time #princess bubblegum #marceline #ice king #finn the human #fern #Fionna and cake #this is my life #bubbline

[lila-lou]

✨Beyond saving - Pt. 4✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 4 of "Beyond saving".

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of rape, Language, Angst, Hurt

Word Count: 5158

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Sam’s protective instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene before him, his muscles tensing as he prepared to defend you against any perceived threat. His eyes narrowed as they landed on Dean, a mixture of anger and concern flashing in their depths.

“What did you do?”, Sam demanded, his voice laced with accusation as he took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “Did you hurt her again?”.

Dean’s eyes widened in shock at Sam’s accusation, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender as he took a step back. “No, Sam, it’s not what you think”, he protested, his voice filled with urgency as he tried to diffuse the situation.

But Sam wasn’t convinced, his gaze flickering between you and Dean as he searched for any sign of deception. “She’s crying!”, he growled. “And you leaving in a hurry. What am I supposed to think?”.

Dean’s heart sank at the accusation, the weight of his past mistakes bearing down on.

“Sam, I swear, I didn’t hurt her”, Dean insisted, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words. “Not this time”.

Sam’s eyes softened slightly at Dean’s words, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He knew how much Dean regretted his past actions, how much he had tried to make amends for the pain he had caused.

Dean's heart clenched as he glanced at you from the side, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and regret. He knew that he had hurt you deeply, that his past actions had left scars that may never fully heal. But despite his best intentions, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him from within.

"M'sorry", he mumbled, his voice barely audible as he turned to leave the room. "I… I just need some fresh air".

With a heavy sigh, Dean stepped out into the hallway. As he made his way outside, he couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a day when he could truly make things right, when he could finally find redemption for the pain he had caused.

Sam handed you one of Dean's shirts, his gaze averted as he respectfully turned his back to give you some privacy. As you quickly slipped into the shirt, you felt a pang of sadness wash over you, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of Dean's cologne.

"What happened?", Sam asked gently, his voice filled with concern as he turned to face you once more. "Are you okay?".

Your heart felt heavy with anxiety and uncertainty as you tried to find the right words to explain what had just happened. "I don't know", you admitted, your voice trembling slightly as you fought to keep your emotions in check. "I thought… I thought we were okay, but then he…".

You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence as the weight of your own self-doubt threatened to overwhelm you. Was it something you did? Something you said? The thought that this might be your fault sent a wave of guilt crashing over you, leaving you feeling more lost and confused than ever before.

Sam’s brows furrowed with concern as he waited for your response, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

“Are you sure Dean didn’t hurt you?", he pressed gently. “I know things haven’t been easy between you two, but I need to know if he’s crossed a line”.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you met Sam’s gaze. “He didn’t hurt me”, you assured him, your voice firm despite the lingering doubts that clouded your mind.

Sam nodded, his expression softening with relief. “Okay”, he said, his voice tinged with gratitude as he reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what”.

You thanked Sam for his support, as he gave you some space. With a nod of gratitude, Sam left you to find Dean, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway as he made his way out of the room.

Sam found Dean leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen, his expression heavy with guilt and regret. Sam approached him slowly, his footsteps cautious as he stopped beside his brother.

“So that’s your kind of getting fresh air, huh?”, Sam asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm as he gave Dean a knowing look.

Dean sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he avoided Sam’s gaze. “I messed up, Sam”, he admitted, his voice tinged with self-loathing. “I just… I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t… be with her, not after everything”.

Sam’s brow furrowed with concern as he listened to Dean’s confession, his heart aching for his brother’s pain. He could see the turmoil etched on Dean’s face.

“Dean, you can’t keep punishing yourself like this”, Sam said gently, his voice filled with empathy as he placed a comforting hand on Dean’s shoulder. “What happened wasn’t your fault. You were under the influence of the Mark. You have to let go of the past and forgive yourself”.

Dean’s jaw clenched with frustration as he struggled to contain his emotions. “I know, Sam”, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But every time I’m in this fucking kitchen, all I can think about is… what I did to her. It’s like I can’t escape the memories”.

“I get it, Dean”, he said softly. “But you can’t let those memories define you. You’re more than your past mistakes. You have to believe that”.

Sam paused, his gaze turning serious as he met Dean’s eyes. “You need to talk to her, Dean”, he said firmly. “You need to tell her that she didn’t do anything wrong. She needs to hear it from you”.

Dean’s frustration boiled over as he listened to Sam’s words of encouragement. Anger flashed in his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m a fucking loser, Sam”, Dean muttered bitterly, his voice tinged with self-disgust. “I couldn’t even do that one stupid thing right. I couldn’t even stay hard for her”.

Dean's admission hung heavy in the air, his words echoing with the weight of his own self-condemnation. As the reality of his own shortcomings settled over him, he felt a wave of shame wash over him like a suffocating tide.

"Dean, you're not a loser", Sam reiterated gently. "You're just struggling right now. It's okay to feel frustrated and disappointed, but you can't let it consume you".

But Dean couldn't shake the feeling of disgust that gnawed at his insides, the knowledge that he had failed in the most intimate of moments burning like a brand on his conscience. He clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw set in a tight line as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"But it doesn't change the fact that I let her down. I let myself down".

Sam's heart went out to his brother, the pain and self-loathing etched on his face like a roadmap of past mistakes. He wanted nothing more than to ease Dean's burden, to show him that he was worthy of love and forgiveness.

Dean pulled himself away from Sam's comforting touch, a heavy sense of defeat weighing on his shoulders as he reached for a bottle of whisky on the nearby table. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the bunker, the weight of his own guilt and self-doubt dragging him down with every step.

Sam watched him go, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He felt powerless, unsure of how to help his brother or mend the broken pieces of your fractured relationship. The rift between you and Dean seemed wider than ever, and Sam couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that gnawed at his insides.

As he sank onto the nearest chair, Sam couldn't help but wonder if there was anything he could do to bring the two of you back together, to heal the wounds that still lingered between you.

As the night fell and Sam drifted off to sleep, you found yourself wandering through the bunker, the weight of your thoughts heavy on your mind. After a while of searching, you finally found Dean sitting in your shared room, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

You hesitated in the doorway, the air heavy with the scent of whiskey. Dean sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed and shoulders slumped, lost in his own world of pain and regret.

For a moment, you simply stood there, unsure of what to say or do. The distance between you felt insurmountable.

"Dean?", you called out softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stepped further into the room. Your heart clenched with uncertainty, unsure if he would even respond to you in his current state of intoxication.

Dean lifted his head at the sound of your voice, his eyes bloodshot and glazed with the effects of the alcohol. His gaze met yours, a mixture of surprise and resignation flickering in their depths.

You took a tentative step closer, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. "Are you okay?", you asked, your voice trembling with concern as you reached out a hand towards him.

Dean chuckled darkly, a bitter edge to the sound as he shook his head in disbelief. "Why the hell are you asking me that?", he muttered, his voice tinged with sadness and self-loathing. "If anyone should be asking if you're okay, it's me. I'm the one who screwed everything up, who couldn't even… couldn't even…".

His words trailed off into a heavy silence, the weight of his own failures bearing down on him. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze as shame and regret washed over him in waves.

You knelt down in front of Dean, your eyes searching his for any sign of comfort or reassurance. Before you could utter another word of apology, Dean cut you off, his voice firm and resolute.

"Stop apologizing", he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "You did absolutely nothing wrong".

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, easing the ache of guilt and self-doubt that had been gnawing at your insides.

Dean reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes with sincerity and affection.

"You're absolutely breathtaking, gorgeous, and hot", he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "And it could never be your fault. You hear me?".

His words warmed your heart, melting away the last remnants of doubt and insecurity that lingered within you

You carefully asked, your voice barely above a whisper, “Then why did you stop?”.

Dean’s expression softened, a mixture of regret and sorrow flickering in his eyes as he searched for the right words. His hands slowly sinking from your face.

“It’s not you, it’s me”, he admitted, his voice tinged with self-reproach. “I just… I couldn’t get out of my own head, couldn’t shake the memories of what I’ve done”.

After a moment, you gathered the courage to speak again, your voice barely above a whisper as you voiced the suggestion that had been lingering in your mind.

“Maybe… maybe we should start with just sharing the bed tonight”, you suggested, your words tentative yet filled with longing. “We don’t have to do anything more than that. Just… be close to each other”.

Dean’s eyes met yours, a mixture of relief and gratitude shining in their depths as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah”, he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I’d like that”.

You stood up, feeling a sense of tentative hope blossoming within you as you reached out and took Dean’s hand. With a silent understanding passing between you, you led him towards the bed, each step bringing you closer to the intimacy and connection you both craved.

As you settled beneath the covers together, the warmth of the bed enveloping you, Dean pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. The tension that had hung between you slowly melted away, replaced by a comforting sense of closeness and familiarity.

As you nestled against Dean's chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and looked into your eyes with a tenderness that took your breath away.

"I love you", he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity. "I always have, and I always will".

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion that flowed between you. With a shaky breath, you reached up to cup his cheek, your fingers trembling with the intensity of your feelings.

"I love you too, Dean", you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion. "More than anything in this world".

A few hours before, Sam sat in the library, his brow furrowed with concern as he dialed Jodie's number, hoping that she could offer some guidance or support in the midst of the turmoil that had engulfed you and Dean.

"Hey, Jodie", Sam greeted her, his voice filled with urgency. "I was hoping we could talk. It's about (y/n) and Dean. I think they could really use someone to talk to".

Jodie listened attentively, her expression thoughtful as she processed Sam's words. "Of course, Sam", she replied, her voice filled with compassion. "I'd be happy to talk to them".

Sam nodded, even though Jodie couldn't see him over the phone. "Can you come over tomorrow?".

Jodie agreed, promising to be there for you and Dean when you needed her most.

As the next morning arrived, you felt Dean's gaze on you, his eyes filled with tenderness as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His voice was soft as he mumbled a gentle "morning".

As you opened your eyes and met Dean's gaze, the memories of the awful night came flooding back, sending a jolt of anxiety coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but recoil slightly, the weight of the past bearing down on you once again.

Dean's heart clenched at the sight of your reaction, his own pain mirrored in your eyes. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure of whether to touch you or not.

As you reached out to him, your hand trembling slightly, your fingers lightly grazing his lightly bearded cheek, Dean's tired eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the warmth of your touch, a surge of emotion coursing through him at the sight of your soft smile.

Leaning forward, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. The sensation of your lips against his sent sparks flying through his veins, igniting a fire deep within his soul. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the sweetness and warmth of your embrace.

For a moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your shared desire.

As you pulled back slightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps, you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under Dean's eyes, evidence of a sleepless night spent wrestling with his demons.

"Did you even sleep for an hour?", you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. "You look exhausted".

Dean sighed, his shoulders slumping with fatigue as he met your gaze. "Not really", he admitted, his voice tinged with weariness. "But being with you like this… it's the only thing that makes me feel alive".

Your heart clenched at his words, the depth of his longing and desire mirrored in his eyes.

Dean carefully pulled you on top of him, his touch gentle and tentative, as if he feared breaking you with his grasp. He looked up at you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort.

"You can stop me whenever you want", he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and restraint.

As you straddled his hips, Dean sat up slightly, his hands brushing over your thighs with a delicate touch. You could feel the warmth of his palms against your skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body. His gaze never leaving yours, he searched for any indication of what you desired, his own desire simmering just beneath the surface.

With a hesitant yet eager energy, Dean leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment, every sensation. As his hands continued to explore your body with gentle caresses, you felt yourself melting into his touch, your own desire building with each passing moment.

You felt Dean's growing arousal beneath you, a silent testament to his longing and desire. It pulsed against you, matching the rhythm of your own racing heart. Your hands tangled in his hair as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the world fading away as you focused solely on the sensation of his lips against yours.

As the kiss deepened, Dean's breath grew ragged, his desire palpable in the air between you. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

"You want to try again tonight?", he asked softly, his voice filled with a combination of hope and apprehension. He wanted nothing more than to show you his love, to erase the pain of the past and build a new future together.

You met Dean's gaze, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity shining in his eyes. With a small smile, you nodded in response to his question, your own heart filled with a mixture of hope and anticipation.

"Yeah", you whispered softly. "I would like that".

Dean's eyes softened at your words, a wave of relief washing over him as he pulled you close, savoring the feeling of your body pressed against his.

"I love you", he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

As you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his love enveloping you, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. His arms wrapped around you felt like a safe haven, a refuge from the storms of the past.

"I love you too", you whispered softly.

After a while, Dean's stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the peaceful silence that had settled between you. You chuckled softly, the sound mingling with his laughter as you looked at each other.

"I think that's our cue to eat something", you said, your voice playful as you gently teased him. "We can't let those stomachs go empty, can we?".

Dean grinned, the sparkle returning to his eyes as he nodded in agreement. "Definitely not", he replied. "I'm starving".

You both getting up from the bed, and making your way to the kitchen.

You felt Dean's arms wrap around you as you stood at the kitchen counter, preparing sandwiches. His touch was gentle, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. His whisper tickled your ear as he spoke softly, declaring his love for you in a tender, heartfelt manner.

"I love you", he murmured, his words sending shivers down your spine as you leaned into his embrace. But then, as his arms encircled you, you couldn't help but tense up. It was the first time since that one evening—the evening when everything changed—that you found yourselves in the kitchen like this, sharing a moment of intimacy that was both familiar and fraught with memories.

Dean sensed the subtle shift in your body, the tension that crept into your muscles despite his efforts to comfort you. His heart sank at the realization that even though he longed to recapture the closeness you once shared, there were still barriers between you that he couldn't seem to breach.

"I'm sorry", he whispered softly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I miss us, you know?".

You turned around slowly, meeting Dean's gaze with weary eyes, the weight of your shared history hanging heavy between you. His beautiful green eyes searched yours.

"I'm trying, Dean", you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you reached out to touch his cheek gently. "I want to move forward, to find our way back to each other. But it's hard… so hard".

You felt the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your heart threatening to overwhelm you.

As Jodie and Sam entered the kitchen, you and Dean exchanged surprised glances, not expecting to see them at this hour. Especially not Jodie.

Jodie's warm smile and Sam's reassuring presence instantly put you at ease, their arrival bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity to the room.

"Morning, you two", Jodie greeted cheerfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she took in the scene before her. "Hope we're not interrupting anything".

Dean chuckled softly, his tension easing slightly at Jodie's lighthearted tone. "No, not at all", he replied, offering her a small smile. "Just making some breakfast".

Sam nodded in agreement, his gaze flickering between you and Dean with a knowing look. "We thought we'd join you", he added, his voice warm with affection. "If that's okay".

You nodded in response to Sam's suggestion, a sense of gratitude washing over you at the thought of having them join you for breakfast. As you continued making sandwiches, Dean stepped in to help.

Jodie and Sam watched from the table, their eyes filled with warmth as they observed the two of you working together in the kitchen. Jodie couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity.

"So, how did you two sleep?", she asked casually, her tone light yet filled with genuine interest. "I hope you're feeling better today".

Dean glanced at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're doing okay", he replied. "Thanks for asking".

Jodie's curiosity seemed to veer into more intimate territory as she leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with interest.

"So, how's your… intimate life?", she asked, her tone gentle yet probing as she delved into the details of your relationship with Dean.

You couldn't help but tense at the question, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. Dean's expression hardened, his gaze shooting daggers at Sam.

"Why the hell did you tell her about that?", Dean demanded, his voice laced with annoyance as he shot Sam a glare.

Sam shifted uncomfortably, realizing he may have overstepped a boundary. "I was just trying to help", he explained. "I thought she might be able to offer some insight or advice".

Jodie raised an eyebrow at Sam's explanation before turning her attention back to you and Dean. "Well, if you're not comfortable talking about it, that's okay", she said reassuringly.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration wash over you. Your shoulders slumped as you continued making sandwiches, your back still turned to Sam and Jodie.

Dean turned around to face them, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was angry and annoyed, but his voice was surprisingly gentle as he addressed Jodie and Sam.

"I appreciate your concern, but some things are better left between us", he said, his tone firm yet understanding. "We'll figure things out on our own".

Sam nodded in agreement, chastened by Dean's response. Jodie offered an apologetic smile before changing the subject, sensing the tension in the air.

Dean's sense of shame deepened as he realized that more people knew about his past actions, intensifying the self-loathing that already gnawed at him. Carefully, he placed a hand on your back, seeking some solace in your presence.

"Are you alright?"he asked softly, his voice tinged with concern as he felt you shudder at his touch.

You drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself as you turned to face him. "I'm okay", you replied, forcing a small smile despite the turmoil swirling within you. "Just… a lot to process".

You placed plates in front of Sam and Jodie before turning back to the kitchen island to nibble at your own sandwich, trying to distract yourself from the uncomfortable tension in the room.

Jodie's voice broke the silence, her tone hesitant yet curious. "Won't you two come sit at the table?", she asked, gesturing towards the chairs around the dining area.

Dean's jaw clenched, his expression hardening as he shook his head firmly. "No, we won't", he replied tersely, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Sam gave Jodie an intense look, a silent communication that made her realize why you two were hesitant to sit at the table. Her eyes widened in understanding as she muttered, "Oh no".

With a heavy heart, she apologized to the two of you, her voice filled with genuine remorse. But before she could say anything more, Dean pushed himself away from the kitchen island, his movements tense and agitated. Without a word, he left the room, his footsteps echoing softly as he made his way towards the garage, seeking solace in the solitude of his own thoughts.

Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. As they streamed down your cheeks, Sam approached you with understanding in his eyes. Without a word, he enveloped you in his large arms, offering you the comfort and support you desperately needed.

You buried your face against his chest, letting out all the pent-up anguish and sorrow that had been building inside you. In the safety of Sam's embrace, you allowed yourself to release the flood of emotions that had been threatening to consume you.

Jodie's voice broke through the haze of your tears. "I'm so sorry", she murmured, her tone heavy with regret. "I'll go talk to Dean".

As she made her way towards the garage, you couldn't help but wonder what would come of their conversation, and whether it would bring any resolution to the tensions that had arisen.

Jodie approached Dean cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet of the garage. She could see the tension radiating off him, his shoulders hunched in defeat as he sat with his head bowed. With a heavy sigh, she lowered herself to the ground beside him, giving him a moment of silence before speaking.

“Dean”, she began softly, her voice filled with compassion. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea…”.

Dean lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and weary as he looked at Jodie. “It’s not your fault”, he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m the one who screwed everything up”.

Jodie reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

“Listen to me, Dean”, she said firmly, her voice unwavering. “You may not have parents anymore, but I’m here for you. I’m the closest thing you’ve got, and I won’t let you blame yourself for something that wasn’t your fault”.

Dean’s gaze flickered with uncertainty, the pain etched on his face evident for all to see. But Jodie wasn’t about to let him wallow in self-pity.

“You were a demon, Dean”, she continued, her voice growing more insistent. “You weren’t yourself. You were under the influence of something beyond your control. It’s not your damn fault, do you hear me?”.

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, Jodie cut him off, her tone becoming even more firm and resolute.

"But nothing", she interjected, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You need to stop punishing yourself for something that wasn't your fault. You're stronger than this, Dean. You've faced demons, monsters, and worse. You can't let this one mistake define you".

Dean's eyes softened as he listened to Jodie's words, a glimmer of hope shining in their depths. He knew she was right, knew he couldn't continue to carry the weight of his past mistakes on his shoulders forever.

"Thank you, Jodie", he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that".

"I know", Jodie replied softly, her arms wrapping around Dean in a tight embrace. "And I'm here for you, no matter what. Just remember that".

Jodie pulled back slightly, meeting Dean's gaze with a reassuring smile. "And remember, she still loves you", she said gently. "She's a smart girl, Dean. She knows it wasn't your fault. You just have to believe it too".

As Jodie and Dean talked in the garage, Sam gently loosened his grip around you, sensing that you were beginning to calm down. He looked down at you with concern, his brow furrowed with worry.

"Do you think maybe we should get rid of that stupid table?", he asked softly, his voice filled with compassion. He knew how much the sight of it had upset you, and he wanted to do whatever he could to make things right.

You nodded softly, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you as you looked up at Sam.

"Thank you", you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "I think that would help".

Jodie clapped her hands together once they entered the kitchen, a bright smile on her face.

"Alright, everyone", she said cheerfully, "we're going to spend some time together. All of us, including my girls".

She explained that they would be driving to the lake, to her grandparents' lake house.

"It's time for some family time. For a little fresh start", she announced, her eyes sparkling with determination.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 5

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[blue-and-grey-army]

- -C A R A M E L - - 4

4. Cookies and americano

Genre: BTS, Idol AU, poly au, BTS x reader, OT7, OT7 x reader, Idol BTS, Dom BTS, sub reader, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: BTS x reader, very subby reader, innocent reader, power play, eventual smut, sexual and non sexual domination, a lot of skinship (but like lots) excessive pet names, sexism, anxiety, insecurities, possessive behavior, maybe BTS x BTS, mention of a size kink, etc..

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You followed Hoseok’s instructions on how to get to Yoongi’s studio as you opened the notes app from your phone to write down the password from Hoseok’s studio, and just titled it ‘Bangtan’ with a smiley face. You hold onto the iced americano that belonged to Yoongi as you arrived to the door.

You chose to take a minute to calm yourself after your encounter with Hobi, as your heart was still racing a bit and your cheeks were flushed. However, you felt kinda relaxed, as if you were walking in a cloud. A happy chuckle came out of your mouth and you took a deep breath before gathering courage to ring the little doorbell to enter the ‘Genius lab’, or that’s what the sign had written on it. You hear some shuffling inside and the door opens abruptly.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking bother me, Hoba? I’ll leave when I finish this…” he stopped himself as he realized there was a much smaller figure on his doorstep.

You stared at him with wide eyes, startled by the sudden outburst, even more after you had barely gotten out of the light subspace Hoseok had put you into, so you started to feel kinda overwhelmed and sad by his words. You could tell how the fingers of your free hand were fidgeting, picking on the skin around your nails rather aggressively. But you made your biggest effort to come back to reality soon enough, and started to bow repeatedly to the man, biting your lip.

“I’m very sorry, Yoongi-nim…or S-Suga-nim…I don’t know!” You pouted cutely as you continued to talk, and Yoongi thought you were adorable. “I r-really didn’t mean to bother you, it’s just Hobi asked me to make some coffee for him and he told me to bring this to you. I-I even brought you a cookie, since he said you had been here since last night…but I’ll leave now!”

Yoongi was just amused at you. He had a sweet smile on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the doorframe to have a better look at your smaller figure. He knew he wasn’t the tallest among the other members, but he was still taller than you, and he absolutely loved that. He noticed how, even when you were nervously speaking after his little outburst, your cheeks were slightly flushed and there were still some traces of goosebumps ever your skin. He also couldn’t ignore the way you had said Hobi so familiarly, leaving formalities away. Hoseok, you bastard…he thought, trying to keep his mind off what the younger rapper could have done with you.

“I should probably leave, I’m sorry again”you bow again, about to turn around, when a firm hand holds your shoulder and stops you.

“No, no, little one, don’t leave” he speaks gently, making sure you turned around and your eyes were on his. “I should be the one apologizing to you. I was rude…would you forgive me?” He took a step and leaned down, so his face was much closer to yours. You got distracted by his movement and his feline like eyes fixed on you, so he let out a small chuckle and called your attention back, putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze “Hmm?”

You nodded softly, but he didn’t like that. He clicked his tongue, and the sound made you jump a tiny bit, but it also made you move your eyes towards his lips. They were so pink and looked soft. You stared at them for a bit, but you shakes your head and went back to look at his eyes.

That was not appropriate Y/n!…you told to yourself.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi teased you, both with his words and actions, choosing the perfect timing to wet his lips and you blinked repeatedly, trying to remain calm. “Why don’t you use your words, Angel? I don’t do nodding or head moves…I want to hear you” he whispered the last bit closing the distance a bit more, so his breath touched your skin and you couldn’t help but feel more calm, and you nodded again, more to yourself than to him.

“Yes, Yoongi-nim…I-I forgive you” You flashed him with a big, comfortable smile and he couldn’t help but caress your cheekbone, loving they way your skin seemed to flush so easily. Your skin was soft, and he couldn’t ignore the way you slightly shivered by his touch.

“Then come inside, pretty girl, if Hoseok showed you his studio I can’t help but do the same” he held your wrist and pulled until you were inside the place.

The first thing you noticed was how the air conditioner seemed to be set lower here, so the place was slightly cooler. The decoration was rather simple, but it seemed cozy. You took off your shoes and left them by the door, feeling your ears getting hot when you saw your socks with little cat drawings on them. You had forgotten to do laundry (again) and those were the only pair that was clean. And now here you are, regretting you life choices and hoping Yoongi won’t notice, but of course he does.

He chuckles while pointing at your socks, showing you his signature gummy smile. “Hmm, I like those…” you can’t help but smile and wiggle your toes happily, kinda proud that he liked them enough to comment on them. “Go ahead, sit on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute…” he mumbled, sitting again in front of his computer with a piano.

You nod, even if he is not looking at you, and leave both the cookie and his coffee on a small table besides the couch. You sit and cross your legs on you lap, completely forgetting about formalities. You were working, but yet you felt comfortable enough to act more freely. You checked your phone, seeing how the maknae line had sent you some pictures of them making funny faces in what seemed like a dance practice. You smiled at how cute they looked, and barely noticed the way your stomach was rumbling. Maybe, just maybe, you had forgotten to take any breakfast before you left home, but you didn’t give it a second thought, more focused on not adding too much sugar to Hoseok’s coffee order.

You kept texting back to them for a few minutes, until your phone was snatched from your hands and Yoongi’s crouching figure appeared in front of you. He smirked at you and the way you immediately got ashamed of yourself. You shouldn’t be using your phone at work! You were ready for him to start scolding you, spitting mean words towards you about how unprofessional your were, but your breath got trapped on your throat when he rested his arms on the couch and started leaning towards you, closing the distance.

“I heard the Maknaes have been crying for your attention…those brats. Don’t even know how to respect when you are with me…” his hand came close to your face and gave a slight gap to your nose. You reacted by doing a little scrunch and his head tilted back to let out a laugh, bringing a hand up to take some hair out of his face.

God, he was so damn attractive you could feel your belly getting warm…

You had never considered having any special interest towards hands, but maybe his were an exception…and his pretty neck. You wanted to get closer, and for him to caress or maybe give your head a little pat…

“You are like a puppy aren’t you?…”he whispered with a smile, bringing his hand up, but letting it rest on your neck. Not squeezing or even moving it. It was just resting there, but it was enough to almost make you choke on your own. “No…more like a kitten…yeah, that suits you nicely”

The silence that feels the room is almost tense. Yoongi is about to apologize, considering you might have not liked that, but you look at him with a new gleam in your eyes, and repeat softly.

“Kitten?” You chirp, putting your lower lip out in an adorable pout.

“Yeah…you like that, pretty kitten?” He gets even closer, and you barely notice the way he is nosing affectionally at your jawline, this time giving your neck a light squeeze. With his other hand, he parts your legs to get settled between them and getting even closer. Your skin smelled so good. “Does my good kitten like when I call her that? Hmm?…such a nice little pet…even bringing a cookie for me…” his lips ghost over your jawline, giving another light squeeze on both your neck and mid thigh.

And you moan.

You felt dazed, intoxicated by his touch, but you would cry if he choose to stop in that moment. You felt so sensitive and responsive to his touch. You wanted more of him, to get closer. You just felt as if that right were you belonged. Finally at home. The place you had been looking for.

In his arms.

So when he has the intention of making some distance between you, you boldly put your hands around his neck to keep him there.

“No…no, please Yoongi-nim…d-don’t stop…” your voice is shaky, but you hold him so tightly he gets the hin and chuckles lightly, burying his head you the joint between your neck and you face and taking your scent in.

“You smell fucking divine, Kitten…come on, why don’t you make some more of those pretty sounds for me?” He spoke against your skin, and you whimpered as soon as you felt the vibration of his low voice tickle you. He started to spread kisses on your neck, and used the hand that was on your neck to stretch the collar of your shirt so he could have access to your collarbone and give it a few bites and taking some sound out of you. “I’m older than you, sweet little kitten, why aren’t you being good and calling me Oppa?”

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[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE IV (Buggy x F!Reader)

PART III HERE // PART V HERE

WARNINGS: NSFW minors DNI, little smut, Buggy being nasty, swearing.

A/N: Part 4 of this and finally some smut. hope you enjoy!

You still can't believe you kissed Buggy. It was not in your plans to be so direct. You have never been so emotionally exposed, but is also true that you have no experience in romantic matters. You haven't been attracted to anyone before, or at least not in that way. Buggy brings out your most primitive instincts and clouds your reason, it's something you can't avoid.

But actions have consequences and so does kissing your captain. Buggy still hasn't recovered from the shock. The last thing he expected from you was a confession followed by a kiss. Ever since you joined his crew he noticed how you didn't quite fit in. You didn't seem very excited about show business, nor did you seem to be up for the shows. He didn't quite understand why you were so eager to be part of his crew, but it didn't seem strange to him either: he is Buggy the Clown, he is famous not only in the East Blue but also in the Gran Line. Pirates fear him, Marines hate him. He is a genius of deception and persuasion, his fame precedes him enough to attract new challengers. You might not quite fit in but it made sense that you didn't want to leave.

He still wasn't sure whether to trust you or not. Your confession had left him totally baffled and that kiss directly disarmed him. He would never have imagined such a reaction from you, do you really like him the way you say you do or is it just a strategy? Buggy is a really suspicious person, especially when good things happen to him. He doesn't want to believe that you like him because he knows that, if he does, he'll probably end up being disappointed. There's no way a girl like you, who could have anyone, really has feelings for him. Although she'll never admit it, of course, because he's a renowned pirate and people should consider it an honor to have him around.

Nevertheless, he is unable to take his eyes off you. He watches you as you clean the deck of the ship, he follows your movements at mealtimes with his eyes. He is able to count how many times a day you yawn or make that bored face that characterizes you so much. The more he looks at you, the prettier you look to him and the harder it is for him to control himself.

You notice his gaze fixed on you, although you don't know why he watches you with such intensity. Sometimes you have the feeling that at any moment he will leave you stranded on the first island you see, that your days in that crew are numbered. You think he might be very angry, Buggy's character is fickle and unpredictable at times, if he has taken the kiss badly he won't hesitate to make you pay for it. He shouldn't see it as an offense either, you may not be the most exceptional woman in the world but he might see it as a compliment just the same.

You try to avoid it or pretend nothing happened. Yes, the best thing will be to pretend, as you have been doing so far. But he keeps looking at you, all the time, and you start to get nervous.

"Y/N, I have to talk to you" you hear him call after lunchtime.

You tense up at that moment, you feel all your muscles stiffen, as if you were preparing for a fight. You have a strange feeling in your stomach, as if you were nauseous. The walk to his cabin is the longest you've ever walked, and it's only a few meters. When you finally find yourselves alone, you realize that you are unable to look at him. You, who are used to always looking the enemy in the eye, suddenly shy away from Buggy almost instinctively. You realize that deep down you are dead embarrassed.

"Did you call me, Captain?" you ask rather sheepishly. This whole thing is starting to get on your nerves. You're not like that, you're not a softie, not a shy, insecure little girl, you're a ruthless killer with several dozen deaths behind you. You don't understand why he makes you feel so weak, but when he's near you your head stops obeying you.

"Why did you do that?"

No beating around the bush, straight to the point. Buggy didn't want to waste any time. When you finally manage to look at him, his eyes look distrustful and at the same time somewhat hurt.

"It was a strategy, wasn't it?" he insists "You think I didn't notice?"

"A strategy?"

"Yes, to see if I forgot about what happened a couple of days ago. You were trying to divert attention."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Come on, don't fuck around, did the asshole really think you kissed him on the mouth as a confusion strategy? But is he really an asshole or did he fall out of the cradle at birth?

"But are you stupid or what's wrong with you?"

That response on your part, so aggressive, so angry, makes Buggy totally bewildered. In his mind, the only plausible explanation for a girl like you confessing and kissing him is that you are, in effect, trying to gain his trust so that he will forget the suspicious things about you. He doesn't understand why you seem so infuriated.

"I find it amazing that you brag so much about how wonderful you are when then you're not even capable of believing that a girl can like you" You blurt out to him, crossing your arms.

"I've liked hundreds of women, I'm Buggy the…"

"Yeah, I know, we all know that" you cut him off coldly "You pretend you're so full of yourself, but deep down you have very little confidence in yourself."

"Be careful what you say, sweetie, the consequences can be very bad."

"Is it that hard for you to accept that I like you?"

That question catches Buggy totally off guard. It pains him to admit it, but it really does. Of course he's aware that many women are attracted to him, but they're always passing flings, people he's barely seen for a couple of days. People who, in the end, don't know him. You've spent months with him, you've seen him fail on several occasions, it's clear that you're talented and may one day become a really strong pirate. Besides, you're gorgeous and you're hot, he really does find it hard to believe that this whole thing isn't a hoax.

"If you're not attracted to me that's fine" you tell him "we're both adults, I can handle rejection. But stop underestimating my feelings, that's cruel."

Buggy is silent for a few moments, something quite unbecoming of him. Then he looks at you, still in disbelief.

"So you were serious about yesterday?"

"Of course it was serious!" you exclaim, exasperated "I've been doing a lot of-"

But Buggy's mouth won't let you finish. When you want to realize, his lips are on yours and his tongue, agile and curious, tries to enter your mouth with desperation. It's the first time someone kisses you in such a passionate way, as if somehow trying to eat you whole, so it's a little hard for you to react to his momentum. You move your lips to match his and your tongues begin a contest of strength. Buggy's kiss is deep, tastes like salt and face paint. It has a metallic aftertaste that hooks you and its smell of gunpowder and sea manages to numb your senses. Just when you think you're about to lose your balance, a hand detached from his body grabs you around the waist, pulling you closer to him, so close that you are only a few millimeters apart.

You'd been fantasizing about something like this for a while, but your wettest dreams were nowhere near as exciting as the real thing. Having Buggy kissing you as if the world was going to end at that very moment makes your stomach shrink and your legs shake as if they were made of jelly. You've never felt so vulnerable around anyone before, but you don't hate the feeling, it makes you feel good for the first time.

You wrap your arms around his neck. You want more of him, you want to hold him closer. You need to cling to him with such desperation that the slightest almost imperceptible draft that can fit between the two of you hurts. He senses that need of yours and automatically pulls you tighter against his torso. His kisses are deep, wet and with a slight hint of anger that makes them intoxicating.

"Fuck" he exclaims, pulling away slightly for air.

You let out a small moan, something that makes Buggy smile.

"What's up, little girl, do you want more?"

Now it is you who kiss him. Buggy responds with momentum, placing his leg between yours. His hands begin to explore your body over your clothes. You've never let anyone go this far, but with him you just want more and more. When you notice one of his hands stop at your crotch you freeze.

"I'm actually really looking forward to you" he comments, whispering huskily in your ear as he begins to rub between his hand and the fabric of your pants "I've been wondering for some time what it must be like to have you in my bed"

"What a liar you are" You manage to say, almost in a whisper. You notice how the fabric of your underwear is getting wetter and wetter "When I came you didn't even know my name".

"You're right" he nods, giving you a couple of kisses on your neck while his fingers press your most sensitive parts "I just knew you were a pretty face. Little girl, you're like a chocolate candy."

He then attacks your neck, making you moan. He slowly pulls down your pants, now the only barrier he has are your panties.

"Fuck, little girl, your panties are so wet" his voice sounds husky and very excited "I've barely touched you and you're already like this? Fuck, what a delight."

"Buggy…" You sigh. It's the first time a man has managed to get his hand on you and the feelings you are now experiencing are totally new. The pleasure, the swelling, the wetness… You feel like you're going to explode, that you need more contact, more intensity. You move me a little to make friction between his hand and your most intimate part "Buggy, I love it."

"I'm going to eat you whole, princess."

Buggy then removes his glove with his mouth and it is at that moment that he slips his long fingers under your panties. You open your eyes as you feel the direct contact between his skin and your most intimate area.

"So wet just for me, this is a treasure" he murmurs, quite pleased.

At first he just slides one of his fingers all over your intimate area, making your skin crawl with goose bumps. You swore you wouldn't let anyone have you at their mercy, but you've totally surrendered to him and when he finally locates your clitoris, gently caressing it with your own natural lubrication, you can't help but let out a moan.

"That's it, little girl. Yeah, moan for me" He smiles, quite pleased.

"It's… God, please Buggy don't stop doing it" you ask him, almost beg, because the pleasure is enormous.

Buggy starts stroking you faster, now you feel like your whole body is on fire, with a kind of heat right in the center of your belly that intensifies every time his fingertips brush against your skin. You start moaning helplessly as he slides his tongue down your neck until it reaches your cleavage.

"Buggy…" You can barely say anything, just moan his name, but that seems to delight you.

"I'm going to make you mine completely, Y/N. I hope you know what you've done."

But just as Buggy is about to slip one of his fingers inside you, someone knocks loudly on his cabin door, completely breaking the mood. You both tense up, giving a little gasp. Buggy lets out a huge growl, looking really pissed off.

"But who the fuck is it now!" he shrieks, hands still shoved between your legs.

"Captain" Cabaji's voice is heard "We have a problem, there's a Navy ship nearby".

"Fuck" Buggy roars, he'd probably love to beat the shit out of Cabaji for interrupting him at a time like this, but the reasons have been more than justified.

He looks at you with an annoyed look on his face.

"We're not done yet" It's not an apology, it's a warning.

You smile at him.

"I hope so, Captain."

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