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lazyjellyfish300 · 3 months

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Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Valentine's Day 💌

Miguel O'Hara x Fem wife reader

Synopsis: same universe as Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Christmas. You and Miguel are married with three kids: Gabi(his), Marcus(yours), and Anthony(you two had him together). He falls back into his workaholic patterns and you two have a big fight that nearly ruins your big Valentine's Day plans. Word count 5.2k

Sequel-Mother's Day ending blurb

A/N: My last piece for my Valentine's Day special! I just love this man so much lol. Enjoy! Here's the first one I posted for V Day (this fic is completely unrelated to this one)

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT AT THE END (P IN V, FINGERING, CREAMPIE, ORAL F RECEIVING BUT DOESN'T GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL, BREEDING,) FAMILY PLANNING, TALKS OF DEPRESSION, TALK OF ABUSE, ANGST, MARRIAGE TROUBLES, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, MAYBE ALLUDES TO POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION, MENTION OF TRADITIONAL GENDER ROLES, OC SIBLINGS TO GABI, OC OF YOUR (READER'S) MOTHER. The OCS HAVE PRETTY MUCH LITTLE TO NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, READER'S MOTHER HAS NONE WHATSOEVER. ANTHONY FAVORS MIGUEL MORE IN TERMS OF LOOKS, THIS IS MORE DISCUSSED IN THE CHRISTMAS FIC BEFORE THIS.

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It was February 1st and one of the first nights you and your husband actually went to bed at the same time in weeks.

"Let's make a baby this Valentine's Day..." Miguel whispered as his large hand snaked under your arm to cup your breast. Your eyes fluttered, your phone slipped onto the ground, the spicy fanfic you were reading temporarily forgotten. You rolled your hips forward at his touch and panted softly.

"What...?"

"Hmmm....? ¿Quieres un otro niño conmigo, mi amor? (You want another child with me, my love?) He started laying hungry kisses on your neck, his breathing becoming more heavy and hot against your ear, which made you bite your lip. "We can have someone watch the kids...I'll take the day after off so we can have all night and everything..."

"Honey... the baby would be born in November?"

"Mhmmm..." Miguel was too busy caressing your now erect nipples and moving a hand to your crotch to really focus on your conversation.

"They'd be a Scorpio."

Miguel pulls back with an amused look on his face

"Baby...be serious. That's what you're worried about?"

You shrug. "I mean..."

Miguel scoffed and grabbed your breasts again. "I don't care when they're born...just want another little one running around...has your cute nose and everything..." His lips graze upwards on your neck until they come to rest on your jaw. "¿Qué dices?" (What do you say) he murmurs against your skin.

Your mind rushes with all kinds of thoughts. Anthony was quickly approaching his third birthday. You and Miguel had discussed adding just one more O'Hara to the family multiple times. It seemed like good timing. You missed the tender joy and even the sleep deprivation that a little baby brought with them.

You and Miguel had occasional quarrels over dividing housework here and there, but when it came to caring for the kids he was such a hands on father (when he wasn't going through one of his workaholic phases), that you didn't mind the extra labor a newborn demanded.

When people (rudely) asked you if you were done having kids, you couldn't give a firm no. One more child seemed like the perfect way to complete the family you and him built together. You were ready.

You look up at your husband, that irritatingly sexy smirk on his face as he gazes back down at you.

"Buy me dinner first?" You smirk back.

Miguel lets out a hearty chuckle, "I can handle that...I am a gentleman after all. Wouldn't want my pretty little wife thinking I have any ulterior motives..."

He leans down and you release more giggles as he blazes another trail of kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.

"You're impossible, O'Hara..."

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The next morning, you two start your usual routine. You throw on your signature leggings and hoodie since you have three kids to wrangle, along with the morning carpool.

Miguel is rolling up his sleeves on his sweater as he leans over to plant a kiss on Gabi's and Marcus's heads as they scarf down their Fruit Loops cereal. He has to chase down little Anthony for a minute, and Anthony squeals as Miguel plants a goodbye kiss on his small chubby cheeks that are smeared with banana puree.

"Bye, baby..." Miguel gives your booty what he thought was a discreet love squeeze along with a peck on the lips, much to Gabi's chagrin.

"Gross!"

Miguel grins and opens the door to the garage.

"Mmm- don't forget! Gabi has her book report presentation at 2 pm today!" You call after him.

Shit... Miguel remembers. That's going to be a tough one to squeeze in his already stuffed schedule. "Okay, I'll see what I can do!"

You groan silently to yourself. You knew him well enough to know there was a 99% chance he wasn't coming based on that response alone. You plaster on a fake smile and try to shrug off your worry for the kids' sake. "Alright munchkins, the magic school express is leaving for school, pronto!"

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After dropping off Gabi, Marcus and two of the neighbors' kids at school, you drop Anthony off at your mother's for some quality time while you catch up on housework. Or at least some of the housework because you end up showering and taking a 3 hour nap. The demands of the past week finally caught up to you. You groggily shut off the alarm on your phone. The clock said noon.

You text your husband, "Are you going to make it to Gabi's presentation?"

No answer.

But, that was typical. Miguel could get quite busy at HQ and not respond for hours. Still, you kept your hopes up that this time he'd make an honest effort to be there to support Gabi.

After lunch, you go back to your mother's and visit for a bit, then you and little Anthony head over to the school for Gabi's presentation promptly at 2 pm.

Gabi breaks out into a smile when she sees you and her baby brother enter the classroom. "Sissyyy!" Anthony babbles, waving his chunky arm.

Gabi runs to the back of the class and picks up little Anthony to give him a squeeze hello, he giggles furiously, kicking his dangling feet as she spins him around. You give both kids a warm smile then take Anthony in your lap as Gabi walks to the front of the classroom.

She hesitates for a moment and her eyes dart from you and Anthony to the door, as though she was expecting someone else to walk through. You get a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize she's looking for her papa. Her face falls a little bit when the door remains closed and the class goes silent, waiting for her to begin. You look at Gabi and give her an encouraging nod, not letting any of the disappointment you're feeling make itself known on your face.

Gabi takes a deep breath and starts to give her book report presentation. You hug Anthony a little closer to your chest as you both sit and watch, silently vowing to "accidentally" forget to cook Miguel dinner tonight.

Unfortunately, that night you didn't even get the opportunity to bitch him out because he came home some time around 3 am the next morning only to have to roll out of bed 3 hours later to beat the morning rush hour.

All of the excitement and positive momentum you thought you and Miguel were building after his suggestion to spend Valentine's Day together starts to chip away, day after day. He comes home in the wee hours of the night, missing dinner, homework, and bedtime. The kids seem to notice. Marcus snaps at you as you struggle to help him with his science homework. "Daddy knows how to do this stuff! I want him to help me, not you!"

You try to act like that comment didn't sting and answer in a calm but shaky voice. "Daddy's at work. I'm doing my best to help you and I need you to speak to me in a kinder tone, please."

Marcus grunts in frustration, stomping upstairs and slamming his door.

And, to make things worse, he begins picking more fights with Gabi than usual. Doors get slammed and toys get thrown as early as 8 am when a dispute arises over who gets to pick which cartoon is playing on the TV.

In the evenings, you have to scream at the top of your lungs and separate them after they start kicking each other under the table while little Anthony wails because he hates what's being served for dinner. The night ends with everyone in tears and all three kids eventually sleeping in your bed because they're too upset to stay in their rooms.

Miguel winds up on the couch or doesn't even come home at all, leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach with a painful side of resentment.

On Valentine's Day, you wake up and look over. Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are all in a pile lying against each other on Miguel's side of the bed. It's 5 am. You slide out of bed, taking care not to disrupt your sleeping babies.

You walk quietly downstairs, a storm brewing in your chest, a seething monologue you plan to unleash on your careless husband asleep on the couch again. You had his favorite bourbon, new cologne, his favorite snacks, and some new socks that you were going to set out for him to wake up to. He could forget about all of that now. He didn't even bother to get you anything, or even climb into bed with all of you at least when he got home.

You were preparing to hold his feet to the fire and ask where the hell he's been, if he's remembered he even has a family, and, if his sorry ass doesn't start coming home at a reasonable time or even issue a nearly two weeks overdue apology to Gabi for letting her down, that he can scrap your Valentine's Day plans, cancel the hotel, and you'll return all his gifts back to the store. Things haven't been this bad since Christmas when you nearly got divorced.

But, he's not there. The couch is bare. He spent another complete day and night at work. Didn't even come home so he could be there for you on fucking Valentine's Day. At this point, you just feel like crying. Frustration reached its boiling point and threatens to bubble over. You check your phone, the last text you sent to him was last night at 5 pm.

"Making dinner. Marcus is struggling with his science homework again and got upset with me. Will you please come home at a reasonable time tonight so you can talk to him about it? Are we still on for tomorrow and letting my mom watch the kids?"

The message was opened and read at 7:45 pm with no response. You walk outside onto your porch and call him, pacing back and forth restlessly as the phone rings.

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Miguel walks through a portal back into his office at HQ, Felicia Hardy and Ben Reilly in tow. Felicia and Ben are bantering back and forth as Miguel notices an incoming call from you. Miguel's eyes are bloodshot, not having had a blink of sleep in nearly 18 hours

"Someone's in troubleee," Felicia teases. Miguel tries to brush off the comment as he nervously answers and utters a loud "FUCK!" when he realizes what today is.

Deep down, Miguel knew he had been getting worse lately. Diving head first into his work, so adamant on protecting the multiverse that he made himself blind to your needs and the needs of his children, seemingly a purposeful self-sabatoge. It was something you both unpacked early on in your relationship for you to eventually discover he had a form of depression.

A lot of it could be traced back to all those times where he was a boy who grew up way too fast as he shielded Gabriel from the obvious abuse his step dad inflicted on their family. He would take his responsibilities almost a little too seriously, always needing to be the solution to every problem, even if it meant setting himself on fire, and to the detriment of anyone close to him.

You two also battled over the age old argument the majority of married couples faced: the disproportionate division of visible and invisible labor. This was no doubt something that was ingrained in both of you growing up as a pattern that you two were fighting to try and break: the woman handles everything related to the home and kids, the permanent project manager of the family with little to no emotional assistance from the man. Meanwhile , the man works full time and makes such a healthy living that he can sustain her and multiple kids on it at once. The only domestic tasks he should be concerned with are the lawn and any random repairs around the house.

You were very supportive of his mental health of course, but it was times like these where you just needed him home, needed to feel like you didn't have to weather this storm on your own. A very distinct part of the vows you made to each other on your wedding day.

Sometimes you found yourself crying at night or when a love song came on, asking yourself if marriage was really this hard, or if love and the ideas of it that got planted in your head from an early age were just things of fiction. Something you clearly weren't meant to experience. Hell, none of the women on your side of the family did. Your grandma had a shitty marriage but stayed, your mom and dad divorced, and your aunt couldn't make any of her three marriages work.

You hear Miguel answer and you exhale with relief. "Did you get my text?..."

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, "Yeah...Happy Valentine's Day... Lo siento, mi alma..."

(I'm sorry, my soul)

You cross your arms, his greeting and weak apology completely going over your head. "So, where the hell have you been? What have you been up to? I've said maybe 10 words to you in the past nearly two weeks. I've been doing this all by myself..." Your voice thickens and you begin to cry at last, "If you're hurting again you need to tell me..."

Miguel starts to interrupt you but you bulldoze over him, not letting him put out the fire that was lit underneath you. "I need you home. The kids need you home. I am not celebrating Valentine's Day with you in a hotel room tonight if you do not come home at a reasonable time this afternoon to see the kids before we need to drop them off at my mom's."

At that point, Ben makes Felicia giggle loudly in the background. The tone is flirtatious and breathy. The sound is awfully incriminating as it comes through on the other line. Miguel shoots a frantic, pissed off look in their direction.

Your heart does a death drop from your chest to your stomach as you hear it. The deep seated insecurity that always hung in the very back of your mind that liked to make unwelcome appearances, usually at the worst of times in your marriage. An unpleasant symptom of having a husband who was exceedingly physically attractive to practically anyone who laid eyes on him.

The fear he would eventually tire of you and leave you high and dry for someone else. Someone prettier. Someone younger. Someone who wasn't bogged down by responsibilities. Someone who hadn't shown him the worst of who they could be. Someone whose personality was more contagious than yours. Someone more intelligent and successful. Someone who was everything you weren't.

"Who the hell is that...?" you ask through clenched teeth.

Miguel's hand comes up, covering nearly his entire face as he weakly tries to defend himself. "That was....Felicia..."

Felicia. Of fucking course. Here we go again...You hadn't worried about her since the last argument you two had over Christmas when Miguel foolishly decided to throw it in your face that she was more pleasant to be around as a mindless way to hurt you in that moment.

The tiniest seed of insecurity planted that would cause you to spiral with overthinking whenever her name was mentioned, even when you knew she really had a thing for Ben and Miguel put in work to reassure you of the fact that you were still the sole apple of his eye. Miguel had probably just reset whatever progress you two made since then ten steps backwards.

He frantically tries to save himself on the phone but you're already checking out as we speak. "But Ben's here too! Ben's here, too! Babe! We were on Earth-5129, we've been stuck on missions that take all day. Their Sinister Six has been causing all sorts of problems. I'm not alone with anyone, baby, I swear to God. I just got carried away with work-"

"Oh, oh you got carried away alright..." Your tears are hot and salty streaks on your cheeks. "The kids and I will be staying at my mom's. Have fun on your little mission."

"Baby don't hang up I swear to God-..."

You hang up and set your phone down on the ground, crouching down so your head is in your hands and you're squatting in a near fetal position, not moving much except your shoulders gently shaking, causing you to try and rock in a soothing motion as you sob uncontrollably.

You cry and cry. You cry for yourself. You cry at the fact that you feel like a single married mother. You cry because you're frustrated you're not good enough at math to help Marcus with his homework. You cry at the memory of Gabi's disappointed, sad face when she had to give her presentation without her favorite person there to watch. You cry about your body and how you haven't felt beautiful lately, that unkind, irrational thought that perhaps if you were prettier, then Miguel would pay more attention.

You cry about not having enough time in the day to do the things you want to do and how motherhood literally has no breaks to just let you breathe. You cry about Miguel and how this marriage at times feels harder than it should be, wondering what happened to the man you married and just wanting him back.

After several minutes, you just sit and stare at the slightly overcast morning, the cold slowly announcing its presence, your emotions and stress had rendered you insensitive to its chill for most of the time you were out there. You tug your fingers into the sleeves of your pajamas and waddle back inside, pausing at the main floor bathroom. You make sure there is no evidence of tears before you get your kids ready for another day, determined to at least make their Valentine's Day magical even if yours was already off to a shit start. Emotions can wait, motherhood doesn't stop.

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Later that night, Gabi and Marcus are passed out in the guest bedroom at your mom's, sugar high worn off once again, and little Anthony is snoozing peacefully in your mom's lap. She quietly rocks him in the recliner in her living room, her nose buried in a book.

She hears Miguel enter quietly, and she looks up. Disapproval obvious in her expression as she bookmarks her spot.

You didn't tell her you and Miguel were fighting, but she knows her daughter well enough to know something was wrong, and he was the cause.

Miguel greets her in a hushed tone so as to not wake Anthony. "Thank you for watching the kids tonight..."

Your mom acknowledges with a curt nod of her head. Miguel sits down. Before he can speak, your mom interrupts. "She's at the hotel..." She pauses, letting Miguel absorb the information. "She wouldn't tell me the truth, but I know my daughter well enough to know she's hurt."

Miguel takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah... I messed up big time."

Your mom continues, "All the kids are asleep. If I were you, I'd go fix it..." She takes a deep breath of her own, Anthony stirs a little. "I love you like a son, Miguel. But, I'm gonna say this nicely: you work too much. One day, before you know it, these sweet kids are gonna be all grown up, and you and your wife won't even know what to talk about anymore because you never made your marriage a priority."

Miguel nods slowly, taking in her words.

"Don't become strangers in your marriage like I did." Your mom says, looking sincerely into Miguel's eyes. It clicks for Miguel at last, and he knows what he needs to do. He just prays that you'll even let him get close enough to let you hear him out.

Miguel gives your mom a warm smile of appreciation and a stroke to Anthony's hair before he ventures out into the February air, off to go win your heart back once again.

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You're curled up in the king sized bed in the executive suite of one of the fanciest hotels nearby. You and Miguel stayed there the night before you eloped, and it was your first time staying there since. You would have cancelled the room altogether, but it was too late by the time Miguel messed up, so you figured you'd enjoy it, even if you had to do it alone, dammit. If you were going to cry, then at least you'd be doing it while wearing the hotel's fancy bathrobe on the top floor with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.

You popped one in your mouth to try and distract from your tears that threatened to leak once again as you watched Letters to Juliet on the flat screen TV. You sniffed loudly, and there was a loud booming knock at the door.

You stayed right where you were, having a hunch it was your husband crawling back, biting another chocolate covered strawberry, this time chasing it with a longer sip of champagne.

The knocks get louder and you mutter a "shit" when you hear Miguel start calling your name, his fist relentless against the heavy oak door. You get up cautiously, creeping towards the knocking.

"Abre la puerta, cariño, por favor!!!" (Open the door, dear, please!) Miguel yells. "Stop doing this shit baby, I'M YOUR HUSBAND! TALK TO ME!"

The neighbors across the hall open up their door and start chastising him. Something about "keep it down people are trying to sleep", "this is the first night we've had away in MONTHS", "take your relationship problems outside", to which Miguel loudly hisses it's none of their goddamn business.

You open the door, yank your disheveled, tall ass husband into your room, and slam it in the face of the Karens. Problem solved. You huff and turn around, making your way back to your champagne throne, not saying a word.

Miguel makes a loud sigh, trying to settle from 100 back to 0. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry..." His brown locks are unkempt, a little bit of stubble peppers his chin. His crimson eyes are surrounded by little bloodshot lines. In his hands he has a slightly wilted bouquet of pink roses, one of the last bundles they had available at the grocery store, and in the other, a little pack of caramel Ghirdadellis being held by a tiny stuffed gray hippo.

You take the stuffed animal from Miguel with a neutral expression on your face. "He can stay," you wiggle the hippo in your hand. "But you can't. "

Miguel groans. "Baby, NOTHING happened. I swear on our children."

You raise an eyebrow at the bold statement. "On our children?"

Miguel sits on the edge of the bed, pulling at the hem of your bathrobe. "If I'm lying, let God Himself strike me down where I stand."

"You're sitting," you murmur, unable to resist. Miguel gives an exhausted gasp of laughter.

"You know what I mean..." He says, trying to steer the conversation back on target. "I would NEVER do that to you in a million years. I was an ass, I know. I've been taking too much time at work and I neglected you. I neglected the kids..." He sighs and leans into your chest. You silently wrap your hands around his head, pressing him into you.

Miguel closes his eyes, taking a deep smell of your scent. All of his stress seemingly being tugged out of his head with every moment he stays squished against your heart. He tries to explain, "Ben and Felicia were laughing, that's what you heard on the phone..."

You take a steady intake of breath. "Miguel..."

"Te lo prometo...." (I promise you) He says earnestly, looking up into your eyes from where he's still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Te lo prometo" (I promise you) he repeats for emphasis this time, his voice reducing to a whisper, crimson eyes wide as though his pupils could pull you in and make you see the truth.

"You don't need to explain yourself..." You say, bringing your hands to cup his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he leans into them. When he reopens them, a thin layer of tears is evident.

When Miguel cries, you can't help but cry also. You press your tongue against the back of your teeth, and go back to playing with his hair instead to hold them at bay. "How'd we get like this, baby?..."

That sentence utterly breaks his heart because he's all too aware of his role he's played in being a strain on your marriage by now. This was unlike you two. He's unable to speak but a million thoughts sprint through his head. Life happened. We stopped making each other the priority. Yes, the kids' needs would ultimately trump everything else while they were still very young, but when was it going to be your time again? Instead of going back to the way things were, you'd have to get to know each other again.

Meeting yourselves again as the new people you evolved into, reunited over those tender words you promised each other on wrinkled paper you stole from a printer in a cramped city office building nearly 5 years ago. Your lovely face bore a jittery smile underneath your department store veil, Miguel's expression tender as though he could power a city from the affection on his face alone.

Now, on this late Valentine's Day night , he beckons you to sit next to him, which you do. He lays you backwards, following you and propping himself on his elbow. The shift causes one tear to escape, creeping into your hair. You sniffle, and Miguel looks at you with concern. "Life got in the way again...it's not your fault. It's mine..." He admits shamefully.

You stare at the ceiling, more tears trickling into your hair before you look at Miguel. "Why'd you marry me?"

Miguel gives you a soft smile and answers in a hushed tone. "I decided one day that I didn't want to be without you." He pauses and his smile disappears momentarily, then creeps back up again. "Do you still wanna be without me right now?"

You shake your head. "No...I was mad. But that doesn't mean I really want you to go. I've just missed you, baby... *sigh*.....can we end the night together?"

Miguel's expression liquefies, "Course we can...and tomorrow too, right?" He scoops you even closer. We'll take our time, maybe get breakfast at that diner you love? Take you shopping?...I got a lot to make up for," he chuckles.

You hum, bringing your fingertips against his broad back. "Yes please." You let yourself drown in his hug for several moments, then you say, "We really need to stop fighting and making up on all the major holidays. Hallmark is going to catch wind of it and make a film adaptation, just watch."

Miguel beams, a light snicker from his chest vibrates against your body. "Haha...you're right, baby. Can't keep letting them get away with it..." His hand moves to grip your ass. "I'll wait til St. Patrick's Day to act up instead..."

"Babe. No."

"I'm kidding!"

"No, just, no," you shake your head, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but he holds you firmly down, both hands moving under your robe.

"You're right, my apologies, Mrs...." he croons.

"O'Hara. That's Mrs. O'Hara to you." You prod the tip of his nose.

"Mmm..."

Miguel kisses the sides of your neck, his lips still contain the tiniest bit of chill from the outside. You sigh into it, your sweet sounds of surrender tickling his ears, evolving into a wave of warmth that covers every inch of him, making him tremble for what's happening next.

"Mrs.... O'Hara..." At the sound of his name, he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your lips fall open at the intrusion, a whine bouncing off the walls.

"Shh...." Miguel soothes, his fingers start moving in a circular pattern.

"Fffuck...," your back arches, encouraging him to go deeper. You've reached the point where you're completely vulnerable. Falling apart to your husband's sweet thick fingers.

Miguel kisses the top of your breasts, still coaxing the walls of your pussy. "There she is..."

"I love you so much..." you whine, almost desperate.

His eyes are completely intoxicated by the utter desire leaking out of your body and into his hand. "I love you, sweetheart..." his voice barely above a whisper, as though any noise that escaped him threatened to rip you out of the haze of pleasure you both were currently drowning in.

You lift your chin, capturing his lips in yours. Soft and wet, they move seamlessly as they had nearly thousands of times before. A familiar song and dance you two engaged in, yet seemed to take you to a place that felt brand new each time you did.

"Make love to me..." your murmur buzzes softly against his lips, leaving his breath hanging hot and heavy.

Miguel answers by making his kisses a little harder. Lingering for a second longer, his tongue weaving a little deeper, leaving yours burning for more contact. A steady stream that turned into a faucet. Every bit of you yearns for him. This man you loved so much. And he yearns for the same in return. He'd happily give into you any time.

He praises you as you take his cock. Your eyes closing momentarily to accommodate his size. He traces your lips, letting the bottom one drag down just a little, leaving an opening for his thumb. You suck it greedily, the callouses of his thumb massaging against the ridges of your tongue. You moan as you taste his skin, earning a low grunt from him in return.

"Mi luz(My light).....so, so gorgeous..."

The corners of your lips curve into a smirk as you continue, but you release it when Miguel begins thrusting harder.

"Shit...." Your head presses back against the pillows and Miguel leans closer to you, his soft breaths fanning you, his fingers combing over your hairline as he holds you in place.

"Swear your pussy drives me insane no matter how many times we've fucked..." Miguel groans in a low voice.

You wind your thighs tighter around him, your body on the verge of overstimulation. "Cum in me ... remember? Wanna give you another baby..."

Miguel lets out a moan louder in volume than any of the previous ones. "¿En serio, amor?" (Seriously, love?)

"Please....."

Your bodies intertwined in a knot of passion as he fills you completely with his cum. You hold him tight, intimate moments like these that only the two people occupying the bed would remember. The raw, dirty memory of the night you hopefully conceived your last child with him.

He stays buried inside you, not ready to separate just yet. Letting the afterglow of the passion wash over you both for several more moments.

Soon after, you're enjoying the steam of the shower as you and Miguel take turns washing another, the smacks of your lips together echoing off the tile leading to a wet slap as your hand comes up to steady yourself against the wall as Miguel dives between your thighs once again.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. O'Hara..."

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stargazedwinchester · 2 months

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Angel Girl | Dean

Summary: Dean learns you're not human, but an angel.

Requested here! Thank you! Let me know if you want a part 2! Felt like I could write this forever but obvs had to end it at some point lmaoo

Word count: 1,299

Taglist: @rowenalovee @amythedoctor @girlsforpjm @chaospossum @take-it-on-the-run, @themidnightwitch44 @linkthetrashgoblin

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Dean's love life has always been rocky, from casual dating to raunchy hookups with the girls he finds at the local bar and waking up the next day simultaneously enjoying and regretting his life choices. He's never settled for anyone and the relationships he's had over the years have almost always ended on the wrong foot.

Until he met you.

Castiel had introduced you both whilst Cas had made an excuse of hearing your prayer over an issue that made him realise you're not quite the person that needed help, of course, because you were different.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

Dean wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart beating 100 times a second. His eyes scan the room to ensure he's awake and not in a dream state. He takes a deep breath, before propping himself up in bed, looking over at his bedside table and checking the time. 5:24 AM. "God damn it," He sighs, placing his head in his hands, hunching over. He rubs his stubble to try and wake himself up. His fern-coloured orbs meet with the ceiling.

"God, just give me a break." He whispers, resting his forearm across his eyes. "Please let me sleep." He huffs, attempting to relax before sleeping again. The sound of large wings echoes the room, and Dean refuses to move his arm. "Cas, get out." He shoos, waving his spare hand.

"Hello." A sweet voice appears, making Dean jump out of his skin. He reaches for his gun and points it at the figure standing at his door. Fear takes over his face, his eyes enlarged and his mouth slightly agape.

"Y/N?" He asks, his face reading multiple different emotions. "How did you get here?" He stumbles, his thought process is jumbled right now. His gorgeous eyes meet yours, then you look down at the floor.

"I heard your prayer."

"M-my prayer?" He lays his gun flat on the bed, his gaze unable to move away from you. You nod.

"It's universal... You pray to God and angels can answer." You smile at him, yet he remains confused. "Y/N, you're an angel?" He questions, gradually getting up from the mattress. You assume that he already knew, maybe Cas had told him prior but Dean chose to not say anything about it. The surprise from Dean surprises you. "You didn't know?" You say softly, and Dean shakes his head. "I thought Cas would have told you, but that's okay. I guess there's much to talk about." You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, we do."

You tell Dean that you'll be back the following day to answer all of his questions, and allow him to return to bed so he can go back to sleep.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

You arrive at the bunker, the early morning Kansas sun beaming down onto the back of your head as you let yourself in. You walk down the stairs and meet Dean in the kitchen who's cooking up breakfast for himself. "Hey Dean," You greet, showing him a friendly smile. You stand next to the counter as he turns around and faces you. "Hey Y/N. You didn't zap in today?" He asks, scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto two plates. "No, I wanted to seem more... normal. Human, I guess. Did it work?" You ask, a gleam in your eyes. "Yeah, I'd say so." He starts, reaching over to the drawer where the cutlery is kept. He passes you a plate, a knife and a fork. "Y'know, I was thinking last night..." He says, leading you over to the dining table. "I want to show you how to act more human. So..." He slides the plate in front of you, the steam travelling up toward your face, the smell engulfing you.

"I thought we could start with you trying food. Here," He passes you the cutlery in the correct hands. "Dig in." He finishes, piling his breakfast onto his fork and bringing it to his mouth. You attempt to do the same, but much slower. You bring it up to your mouth, allowing the food to sit there in your mouth for a few seconds. You swallow, Dean watching your every move. "See? Not so bad is it?" He chuckles lightly, and you smile at him. "No, it's quite enjoyable. The flavours are quite foreign." You say, lifting another forkful.

You have both finished your breakfast, Dean's crack at trying to help you has definitely helped, but he's not done yet. He suggests that you both take a night to yourselves to catch you up on the most iconic movies.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

"I had an idea of watching a chick flick for tonight," He almost shivers at the idea. "Just this once. Then we can watch Star Wars." He says, and you laugh at him. "Dean Winchester watching a movie made specifically for teenagers... I never thought I'd see the day." You chuckle, and he smirks at your quick comment. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a chick flick every so often." He admits, switching the TV over to something very close to Netflix, but is borderline illegal. Upon choosing Wild Child, you both sit back, remaining quiet throughout the whole movie.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

The movie finishes, and you glance over to Dean, who's sound asleep sitting up, his arms are crossed and one leg is resting over the other. Despite being an angel, you can't help but feel something warm and fuzzy ignite in your chest, a feeling of adoration and... something else you can't quite put your finger on. He shuffles, and you nudge his arm gently. "Dean," You whisper, trying to not startle him. He groans, his eyes flickering. "Dean, the movie has finished." You shake him again, and he rapidly sits up properly. "I'm awake." Dean rubs his eyes, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He stretches, his arms above his head. His t-shirt rides up a little, and you can't help but glare. He rests one arm above his head, and the other beside you on the sofa.

Dean reaches for the TV remote and searches for one of the many Star Wars movies. "So, how'd you like that one?" He asks with his gaze upon you. You nod. "It was good. I can see why it's so popular." You smile, a gentle look on your face. He grins at you, nodding his head. "Can't say I've seen it many times myself," He clears his throat, searching for 'The Empire Strikes Back'. "Dean, I know when you're lying." You add, scanning his face. "What? No I'm not," He chuckles nervously, avoiding any eye contact with you. "Yes you are, I can feel it. Your weird behaviour is offputting."

"Offputting? That's rude." He jokes and the movie auto-plays. The intro to the movie startles you, and Dean laughs at you. "That's really loud." You huff, and Dean relaxes an arm around your shoulders. "It's okay. That's the only loud part of the movie." He adds, shuffling closer to you. "Now, this is one of the best Star Wars movies they've ever made," He starts, and you allow him to ramble about the context of the movie and which actor plays what character. You sit and stare at him whilst he has his rant, his passion for something has really intrigued you like no other.

Everyone will always have a say about supernatural beings and how they differ from humans, how the stereotype that angels are typically full of wisdom and forgiveness. But for you, wisdom is the need to know the true forms of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean. Something about him and the need to aid other people except himself has always bewildered you.

Hoping that this will help you bring him closer to you, you'd just about do anything for that to happen.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #spn imagine #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester spn

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kerryweaverlesbian · 10 months

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I wrote another soppy angsty romantic destiel fic 😇 read it here on ao3 or below:

Cas wakes, as he often does when he sleeps, on his side with Dean wrapped around him. It's the early hours of morning, although the room is lit just as it was last night; the lamp on Cas’s side of Dean's bed stays on overnight. Neither of them enjoy being plunged into darkness.

Dean's arm hangs heavily over his bare chest, his nose is pushed up into Cas’s hair, and Dean's knees have caught one of Cas’s thighs between them. It's warm, not just from their body heat and the comforter, but from the inside. He's never felt more at home than in Dean's arms.

On Cas shifting forward a little, Dean shuffles forward and nuzzles his nose into the back of his neck. Cas stills, then grips Dean's wrist, overcome. A certain self-knowledge has been uncovered in his head, like a delightful worm found under a lifted rock. He didn't mean to wake him, but Dean grumbles into his skin, "Cas."

"Go back to sleep," Cas tells him, but when Dean's arm shifts it crosses over the left side of his chest.

"Your heart's beating like crazy. What's up?" Dean's voice is still slurred with sleep, pressed up as close to unconsciousness as he is to Castiel.

"I just realised something," Cas says, bumping his thumb across the back of Dean's knuckles slowly which makes Dean half-hum contentedly. "I love you."

The fact blankets them further, soft but undeniable. Dean inhales and exhales deeply twice, and then says, breathy, "Oh."

"It's a surprise?"

"No," Dean says, pressing his forehead to the base of Cas’s skull. Then:

"Can you stop?"

"No." The first comes out annoyed - how can Dean doubt him, even now? - but when Dean's arm tightens around him, Cas gentles, "No, Dean. I can't. I've tried."

He has. Early on, sent to Heaven for disapline over and over for perceived slights against the Host he could barely understand. When Dean was the only thing standing between Cas and angelic redemption. When Dean has been callous, and bitter, and cruel. He's tried. Dean is too lovable for it to ever stick.

"I'm afraid I will love you for the whole of my life."

"Don't," Dean pleads, and it's not clear whether he means don't love me or don't tell me. Either way, Cas is going to let him down.

"I love you," Cas repeats, firmly, "I have loved you. I will love you. That's all."

"That's all," Dean echos, with a little huffed laugh. His voice is shaking, "Just, 'I love you, that's all'. What the hell, man?"

"It's a new thought, I don't have a speech prepared."

"You didn't know before? Seriously? When you - when we ripped up the rule book? You didn't know?"

"I had my suspicions," Cas admits, and he goes willingly when Dean pulls at his shoulder so that Cas is on his back, looking up at Dean in the golden light of the bedside lamp. Oh. "You're beautiful."

"Cas," Dean grumbles, looking away briefly but then back to Cas's face, a conflicted expression set into his features. "Cas..."

That seems to be it for several long seconds, during which they examined each other openly. It's Dean who breaks eyecontact again first, casting his gaze out into the room. He rubs a hand over his own jaw roughly, and Cas sees his fingers pinch despite him trying to conceal it under the bolt of his jaw. Checking if it's a dream. Cas doesn't blame him.

Dean takes a deep breath, then says, with difficulty and closed eyes, "I don't want you to."

Cas tilts his head, and puts his fingers to the place Dean had pinched. Dean lets out a little cut off sound, a dimmed whine.

"Is that true?"

"Yes," Dean says, his voice tight - but he clutches the front of Cas’s shirt just as tightly. When Cas gently slides his palm up to Dean's cheek, Dean presses into it hard, his eyes still squeezed shut. Cas gives him the time he needs, moving his pinkie finger in soothing strokes next to Dean's crow's feet. Love, yes, it is love. Patient, kind and stubborn. That's the feeling that rises in Cas every time he gets the chance to look at Dean. He wouldn't trade it for anything.

"I'm not-" Dean says eventually, taking a sharp breath in partway through, "You shouldn't feel that way."

"I've had quite a lot of people tell me what I should be feeling. It hasn't stopped me thus far. No one has changed me as you have."

"Don't say that. Don't blame me. I didn't do anything."

Cas shakes his head, though Dean can't see it. It's a little humanoid habit he's picked up. One of those little things Heaven can't stand about him. One of hundreds.

"Dean, I'm not blaming you. I'm thanking you." The loneliness of Dean's closed eyes is becoming too much to bare. "Will you look at me?"

He does, and the action frees tears from his eyelashes. One runs down to Cas’s palm, and Cas wishes he could kiss the drop, to keep it safe forever. The green of Dean's eyes stands out strong against his wet lashes, and he blinks back more rising tears. All this from three simple words.

Dean has a few words of his own to say. He presses the heel of his hand down on Cas’s forehead, like he's smiting him, and says, brokenly, "I've ruined you."

"Dean," Cas says, struck with a burst of love in his chest, "you saved me."

"No," Dean insists, pressing harder. "I've made you vulnerable. Now you're gonna - you're gonna die and it's my fault."

"What are you talking about?"

"Everyone. All the time. Everyone I-" Dean shuts his eyes again, and Cas misses him instantly, "Everyone I love. If I start to think it's possible then it's too late."

Cas thinks about it seriously. "Maybe I will die." Dean makes another noise of suffering, so Cas tries to mitigate his words with another sweep of his little finger on Dean's face. "Dean. I might die. I can't promise you otherwise, with the lives we lead."

"Stop," Dean moans, "Stop it. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?"

"You cared about me. You believed I could be better than I was, more than a tool for Heaven's will. You were right."

"What good has it done you?"

Cas narrows his eyes. "Don't insult me. Look at me." Dean complies, and swallows, his throat bobbing with it. "I'd rather die than never live. I'd rather love than be silent. And if I die, I will return to you. Always."

The tears are running thick and fast now, Dean's face is red and his chest heaving.

"Cas." He says again, beseeching, then he leans down. He kisses the back of his own hand, still pressed on Cas’s forehead, and it's Cas’s turn to close his eyes, just for a moment. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

Cas thinks he might. They have both been in this partnership for a long time. They know each other well.

"I have my suspicions."

When Dean's eye catches his, Cas smiles, just a little, and it grows when Dean kisses him on the mouth, once, quick.

"I liked that," Cas tells him, and Dean groans, then kisses him again, and again, another groan coming through from the back of his mouth when Cas kisses back.

They stay that way, kissing tenderly for a small eternity, until Dean's alarm goes off at 5am. Cas makes a noise of complaint when Dean turns away and untangles their linked hands to switch it off, which makes Dean laugh. The tension and fear had slowly receded as they made out, replaced with a quiet, sparkling joy.

"Thanks," Dean says, holding himself off a little from Cas rather than coming back for more.

"You're welcome," Cas says, with a confused frown, which gets Dean smiling, toothy, "What for?"

Dean shrugs with one shoulder. "I dunno. Everything. All of it. I can't believe you just said it as soon as you knew, man. You're supposed to hold that stuff in until you're about ready to explode whenever the other guy looks at you."

"Is that what you were doing?"

Another shrug, and a sly smile. "Hey, it worked didn't it?"

"Hm. Well then, thank you too."

Dean huffs, and settles his head down on Cas’s chest. Cas pets through Dean's hair, marvelling at how soft it feels, and gets a sleepy, pleased hum in response.

"You're welcome, Cas," Dean mumbles his eyes fluttering shut, and that same warmth that pushed Castiel's realisation of love suffuses him again.

Truly, he considers while Dean's breathing evens out to sleep again, here, he has always been welcome.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #sharing a bed #cawis creates #<i should go back and tag all my stuff I think haha

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yandereheathen · 7 months

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Hellooooooo i just wanted to say i really love Korm so far, its so so gooooooood <3 I would love to see what it looks like when they just go absolutely feral, like if they’re pissed off im curious see what the worst looks like 😈 thank you for listening luv u!!

AHHH MY FIRST ASK <3 I Legit fan girl so hard. I am so happy you like my cutie Korm. I didn't think people would like him this much <3 Here is a little dribble of angory Korm! You were found out: [18+ Yandere Korm OC Fic]

WARNINGS: NSFW (MDI) Knife play, violence, cussing, non-con, dark themes

Your hands shook as you looked up at the message on the phone Korm was holding up to you. It was a plan with your friend. To get you away from this house. You had been so careful. There was no change in your rituals, and you had submitted yourself to all of Korms…new care needs.

I needed to be more careful.

"K-korm, please, I don't know who that is or those messages. I love you, I would never." You tried lying, taking his arm.

He was smiling. You hated it when he did that. It always meant some form of pain would follow for you. You almost laugh thinking about how that smile used to warm your heart now, and it just makes you sick.

"Are you happy, Y/N?"

He lowers the phone, taking your face.

"i-i…am.."

You waver, unable to bring yourself to say what he made you say every night while he raped you while he fucked with not only your body but your whole being. You were so close to breaking that you could feel it.

"No. NO, I AM NOT HAPPY. I HATE YOU. I hate what you make me do. I hate that you lied to me. I hate that your mother and no one else will help me. You are a disgusting, sick, twisted little man. I hope you rot in hell."

You scream at him, the feeling of the last few weeks pouring out of your pain and frustration, and maybe the most prominent piece was his betrayal. It hurt so bad. In a tiny little part of your mind, you did love Korm.

Before he can speak back, you spit in his face.

Then, it was quiet as he blinked down at you. You immediately regret it. "Y/n" He sits up at full height; after this turn, you truly appreciate how big he was when he wasn't pretending. He wipes the spit off with one finger and slowly licks it off, savoring your taste for a moment before he closes his hands around your neck.

"Awww sweet Y/N Cute Y/N Someone just be grumpy from lack of sleep. Thats it. You have been taking such good care of me every night. However, we can't allow little sluts to talk like that to their future husbands, right? Humm?"

You shake your head frantically, crawling his hands around your neck. You try to rasp out pleas to let you go, but his grip is too firm. He moves close to your ear. "Let me get through your thick skull that I might be on the path to rot. However, you will be there with me. My wonderful Caretaker."

He pushes you down on the floor, standing over you, one arm painfully under his boot, the other pressing down on your head.

"You will never leave me Y/N. You were made for me. It is so pathetic watching you try to leave me. So cute. So Weak."

He grinds down on your head painfully. Your ears start ringing as you try vainly to get him off you. "P-please, please, Korm. I am sorry. I am so sorry. It hurts you are hurting me!" You manage to whimper, but as you have learned, this only excites him. How did your sweet, soft best friend turn into this sadistic monster? You didn't realize it was him all along. "Love is Pain Y/N. We will do this until you learn your lesson." He gives your head more pressure just enough to start to see stars before crouching and lifting you by your hair.

"Open" You do so now, crying, your face bruised and red from his boot. He smiles, running his finger around your mouth before playing with your tongue. "So warm. So soft. It's just everything about you, Y/n, so. I n t o x ic i ca ti ng. He whimpers; you see the bulge in his pants, creating a spot of precum from his excitement. Then he spits directly on your tongue, giggling to himself. "Swallow" you do so, almost gagging at the taste of him coating your mouth. "That is a good little one. I taste good, don't I? Savor it, Y/N."

You cry harder now. How could you think about leaving? You know he would find you. It hurt you and anyone who wanted to help you.

He moans at your sobs, kissing them as he pulls you into his lap on the floor. Cooing at you, you knew it was coming before you felt the knife on your back. You sobbed harder as it followed the still-healing scars on your lower back. He lifted you just enough to cut away nothing keeping him from being inside of you before focusing himself in with little to no preparation on your part. You scream out as he ruts inside you, panting as the knife with some sleight of the hand still barely nicks you, and he bounces you on his lap. "F-fuck, that's it. Cry harder, Y/N. Show me how much you love me. You feel so perfect around me now. Dont. I?"

He thrusts in at those last two words. You hide your face in his shoulder, a sniveling mess, and he breeds into you the knife, sending little pangs of pain with unwelcome pleasure.

That's when you realized.

You were already rotting in hell. With him By your side.

"I love you forever. My little Caretaker."

#yandere smut #yandere thoughts #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere writing #tw non con #tw: yandere #yandere boy #ask #this made my day #OC: Korm

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Hi!! Can I request something?

Adam Stanheight x Male Reader nsfw headcanons or a nsfw fic (w an established relationship) where Adam survived the bathroom trap and comes home to the reader then they have soft slow sex with lots of tears and I love yous and stuff?

Thank you!!

This request is amazing, I feel so inspired omg ????? Hope you like it, anon!!!! It's been a long time since I wrote MxM, it was difficult (but fun). (It took longer than expected, I got sick!)

Bring Me To Life | Adam Stanheight x Male!Reader (NSFW) angst!!!

"Make me feel alive" - You find your own way to comfort Adam | 2478 words

My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold Until you find it there and lead it back home Wake me up inside (save me) Call my name and save me from the dark - Bring Me To Life, Evanescence

🪚 Content Warning : NSFW smut, unprotected sex, mention of past trauma (canon)

MINORS DNI

Adam, your boyfriend of 2 years, had been missing for seven days. Seven. Days.

On the first day, you thought he'd probably ended up in police custody without being able to warn you. With all his stalking, this was bound to happen! You didn't worry too much.

On the second day, you woke up to cold, empty sheets. You'd gone to bed the night before, hoping that when you woke up, Adam would be there. But he wasn't.

On the third day, you got really worried. You called Scott, but he told you he hadn't heard from Adam since the last concert. You even called his parents, with whom he'd been on bad terms since his coming-out. And you started making the rounds of Jersey's police stations and hospitals, looking for anywhere he might have been admitted. But nothing. So you filed a missing persons report for Adam.

The fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh days were hell. You were deeply convinced that something had happened to Adam.

On the night of the seventh to the eighth day, the emergency services called to let you know that Adam had been found. Alive. In a bathroom, tied by the ankle to a rusty pipe.

Adam spent three days in hospital, before they allowed him to leave.

And there you both were, back in your shithole apartment, walking out the door hand in hand. All the way home from the hospital, he hadn't uttered a single word. Adam didn't talk much anymore.

Are you all right? you asked Adam as he stepped through your doorway, a rhetorical question designed purely to break the silence.

No, replied Adam in a weak voice.

Of course he wasn't all right. He was even skinnier than he had been before his capture. His eyes were dead. This was no longer the Adam you'd known. A small, fragile figure standing in the doorway with a hesitant air, as if it wasn't in this house that the two of you had been living for several years now. You understood instantly. That's because it was in this apartment that Adam had been captured.

It's okay, Adam, you say, holding him gently against you. It's going to be all right. I'm right here. Nothing's gonna happen to you.

He let himself go gently against your body, nestling his face against your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. You felt him tremble slightly against you.

It's okay, you repeated, the palm of your hand rubbing his back in regular circles.

I thought… I'd never see you again, he confided. It was the thought that obsessed me most. There I was, sitting in the dark, and I… and I…

You could only imagine what it felt like to have been captured, to have woken up in a tub of ice water. To see a man cut off his own foot before shooting him in the shoulder. To be alone in the dark, with only a corpse for company, the corpse of someone he had killed with his own hands. To cling to that faint hope, Lawrence's "I won't lie to you".

I… he stammered, unable to speak further.

His voice derailed. Adam was crying. You'd rarely seen him cry. Adam didn't cry much, except when his barriers collapsed. Your grip around his body tightened.

It's over, Adam, you're through, we're together.

Kiss me, he replied, urgency in his voice. Kiss me, please.

Your lips captured his, cautiously, gently. He responded instantly, with an eagerness that surprised you. His mouth parted, his tongue met yours, and his body pressed against yours. He pressed you to the wall with a vigor you hadn't expected given his weakened state, and deepened the kiss, moaning against your lips. Adam wanted more than just a kiss, that was undeniable. You let your lips run down his neck, as your hands slid under his shirt, against his torso and sides.

His knee slipped between your legs and you felt him smile against your lips. Fuck, his sweet breath. You couldn't get enough of Adam's taste.

Oh, Y/N… Adam gasped.

You felt his breath quicken, his body pressing against yours with desperate urgency. A rush of guilt came over you. You put your hands on his shoulders, hesitating, preparing to gently push him away.

Make me feel alive, he breathed, almost pleading. Make me feel something other than… than this.

Under normal circumstances, you'd have granted his wish. You'd ravage him the way he loved. But not here. He was so fragile, so breakable, under your hands. Instead of giving in to these most primitive of impulses, you decided to slow down, taking the time to caress Adam's slender body with your fingertips with a form of reverence. It was like rediscovering every square inch of his skin. It was like tasting him for the first time.

If he needed more, you'd give him more.

That's when you realized how much you'd missed Adam. How much you'd missed his smell. How much you'd missed the warmth of his skin, how soft it was under your hands. How much you'd missed the way his hair went all over the place. How the taste of his lips was something you could never, ever do without. It was something you'd often thought about, in spite of yourself, when he'd disappeared. That if something had happened to him, you'd go the rest of your life without being able to taste him, touch him, smell him again. You'd thought that the last time you'd kissed him, you hadn't enjoyed it enough. You'd suddenly realized that Adam, his smell, his taste, the texture of his skin, his body, his laughter, his kindness, were things you'd taken for granted, to the point where you no longer savored every kiss, every caress, every sexual act. You hadn't been grateful enough to have him in your life.

I'm going to make you feel loved, you whispered. Let me take care of you.

With every caress, you felt his taut body melt beneath your hands. His eyes closed, and a moan escaped from his parted lips. You don't know whether he or you initiated the movement, but you found yourselves on the sofa, you on top of him, pressing against his little body.

I love you, Y/N, Adam murmured.

I love you too, Adam. Close your eyes.

He shook his head:

No, no… I want to see you, I want to…. he began to stammer, his voice racing.

Okay, okay, you said softly, putting a finger to his lips. Okay. Look at me.

Adam quivered under your touch, squirming pleasantly under the reassuring weight of your body, and his reddened eyes never left yours. Gently, very gently, you removed his flannel shirt, then his T-shirt, leaving him shirtless, with only a bandage on his right shoulder. You questioned him again with your eyes, checking if he was willing to continue. And he was. Fuck, yeah, he was, as evidenced by his growing erection in his pants.

I want you so much, you confided, nibbling indecently on his earlobe.

His cock almost quivered. Your kisses traveled down his neck, savoring every inch of skin beneath your lips. You could feel his pulse beating against your tongue, fast and feverish, like a caged bird. Then your lips slid down his collarbones, as Adam's hands caressed your back, urging you on. His erratic breath grazed your neck, burning. You felt yourself getting hard, very hard. Your cock pressed impatiently against your jeans. Desire surged through you, a delicious heat spreading throughout your being. You needed more, you needed him. You wanted to taste him, touch him, feel him inside you, merge with him.

Do what you want to me, you breathed against his lips, nibbling his bottom lip.

You felt Adam's fingers trembling with desire unzip your fly, freeing your throbbing cock from its denim prison.

I'm going to ravage you so, so much, said Adam in a hungry voice that sent a violent shiver down your spine.

I'd love nothing more, you replied.

His fingers wrapped around your length, and you closed your eyes, stifling a moan.

I want to hear you. Don't hold back, Adam said with a smile.

You whispered his name, and Adam's lips stretched into a satisfied smile.

Normally, he would have called you "good boy" or some other puppy name. But not here. He just started stroking you, his hand tight against your cock, going back and forth. Fuck. Fucking little bastard. He knew the perfect rhythm to make you go nuts. His thumb gently caressed your glans, spreading the precum there.

Feeling Adam jerk you off wasn't enough. You needed more. You gave desperate thrusts, and Adam smiled.

You want to ride me, don't you? he said, and fuck, that was exactly what you wanted.

In one movement, he pulled down your jeans and boxers, which ended up on the floor with his shirt. Then he got rid of his own pants, and finally took off your shirt. Your movements were messy, sloppy, and with every move you let out impatient moans. Your heart beat furiously with anticipation in your chest, your cock throbbing with impatience for Adam to touch it again.

Adam caressed your cheek, dipping his gaze into yours. His lashes were still slightly damp, his eyes still a little red. His gaze was deeply melancholy.

If you only knew how much I love you… he said.

Your fingers grazed his jaw line:

I love you too, Adam.

From your cheek, his hand slid up your neck, fingertips sliding down your spine to between your buttocks. He inserted a phalanx inside you, eliciting a pathetic, begging moan.

Second phalanx. Your cock was gorging itself with blood, you needed him so badly it was painful.

Third phalanx. He had inserted a whole finger inside you.

- Are you all right? he asked, pressed against your lips.

So thoughtful. So kind. You nodded feverishly, eager for more. He inserted another finger inside you.

So tight, he commented. So tight… you can tell I haven't taken care of you for seven days…

He paused, his breath catching, realizing what he'd just said. He bit his lip, almost ashamed:

Oh God, Y/N I'm sorry…

Fuck me, Adam, you replied. Fuck me as hard as you missed me.

He began a gentle, delicate but firm movement with his fingers, moving in and out of you, while your hand wrapped around his cock. He was harder than he'd ever been, and you could have sworn his cock was bigger than usual. You began to jerk him off, feeling him get even harder under your grip. His head tipped back and he moaned your name in such a slutty tone that my god, it's a wonder you didn't cum in the second. And his fingers, his fucking fingers, long, slender, nimble, kept pounding your ass….

Eagerly, he withdrew his fingers, aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance, pressing it gently, but with a dull impatience.

And it was you who impaled yourself on him, feeling his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. You closed your eyes, getting used to his presence inside you, clinging to him as, inch by inch, you felt his cock filling you, stretching you.

Fuck, Y/N… he murmured with a hoarse sigh. So tight… So hot...

In that instant you were nothing but a puddle of pleasure, unable to utter a coherent sentence. You moved slowly, your muscles stretching and contracting around him, and your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

He put his hand on the back of your neck to draw your face to his. You felt his lips curve into a wry, greedy smirk.

Are you ready? he asked, a purely rhetorical question, because he knew you were more than ready.

He kissed you, his tongue caressing yours fervently. You responded eagerly, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It was almost too exhilarating. His hands reached for your buttocks, and with his hips, he set a faster and faster rhythm, his eyes still in yours, his breathing quickening with his movements.

Faster, Adam, harder… you moaned, burying all restraint, all rationality.

Adam obeyed with undisguised joy. His hips slammed into your buttocks with violence as he pounded you with all-consuming passion, sending little electric jolts through your whole body. Your hands caressed his torso, moving up to his face, cupping his cheek. He tilted his head to one side and caught your thumb between his lips, sucking it with an innocent yet mischievous expression.

Do you like what you see? he asked, your thumb still in his mouth. You'd like something else in my mouth, wouldn't you?

His tongue swirled around your thumb and he smirked at you. You imagined him with your cock deep in his throat, your hands in his hair, guiding his rhythm. You pushed your thumb deeper into his mouth. Your imagination galloped as you straddled him.

His fingers tightened a little more on your buttocks, and he quickened the pace a little more, his backstrokes becoming messier, more desperate. You could feel the tension building inside you, each stroke bringing you a little closer to a precipice into which you were only waiting for one thing: to fall.

Adam… you moaned, and your body arched, sending him to the gates of his release.

He was the first to come, his cock throbbing inside you, spilling deep inside you. You came right after him, spraying a trickle of semen down his torso, all the way to his face.

Your body collapsed onto his like a house of cards, and almost instinctively he tightened his arms around you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your fingers tangled in his hair.

I love you, Adam, you say. Thanks for…

I needed it, he said hoarsely. I wanted… I wanted…

His face buries itself in your neck.

It's okay, now. We're together, you say.

He nodded, and you felt a few tears mingle with his warm breath against your skin. You moved to find yourself lying next to him, withdrawing Adam from you and getting used to the sensation of now being empty.

You gently turned him on his side and he came to snuggle up to you, a sobbing little spoon who, until a few minutes ago, was fucking you as if his life depended on it. You scratched his head affectionately.

It'll be okay, Adam, you promise.

Oh, yes, there would be bad days. But you'd be there.

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shadowcrowsworld · 2 years

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Disappering (2)

Azriel x reader

Part 1

Summary: He spent more and more time with her

!English isn't my first language!

He was gone again. You smelled that he must have come home after you've go to sleep but he left before you woke up. Your full body hurt you missed him so endlessly but you gave up more and more. Carefully you stretched your senses along the bond but met with a wall. The wall wasn't thick but she was existing and that hurt even more. You didn't try to go against that wall. Before everything started to go down hill there was a light wall of shadows you always could slip through without any afford. But that was before.

You crawled out of the bed and got ready for the work with Madja. "Good morning girl. You look a little bit tired, do I have to talk with our shadowsinger because he didn't allow you to get your rest in the night you need." You forced again that familiar false smile in your face. It was to easy already to do it. "I will talk to him myself. I will talk to him and get my sleep back." "Hopefully I need you with your whole concentration." or else you are worse than already and I didn't need your help anymore. I finished the sentence for her. "Let's get to work or our patients getting more whiny than they are from time to time." Madja smiled and we get into the treatment area.

The day was long it seems yoy wasn't the only one who was in the rain yesterday because we had al lot of patients with a cold. And you could feel yourself getting a little bit sore as well. Before you could leave to go in the bed to get some rest Madja came to you withe a small leather pouch. "Before my favourite helping hand get sick herself." "Thank you Madja" "and before I forget it I have a invitation for you." I frowned and waited for her to continue.

"You sure remember that I was in the summer Court last month." Sure I did she left me with the full responsibil. "I had talked so much about you that the healer wants to spent some time with you to learn something from you. And you it will be a learning experience for you as well." The frown on your face get deeper. "When he wants to learn something wouldn't it be better you go there?" "Oh darling you are so talented and I never saw someone handle patients with so much love and skill as you. Don't talk yourself down all the time." You could feel how your blood streamed into your face. "Think about it I will talk to our High Lord and Landy and see if it is okay with them. But you need to talk to your possessive illyrian warrior." He would be the smallest obstacle in this. She seem to notice that you hesitate. "You don't need to give me an answer now think about it. Talk to your family and then decide."

Completely in your thought you wandered around Velaris. Going to the Summer Court was a big opportunity for you. But what happens when you are actually gone and not even near him anymore. You knew that it will affect you you already crave for his presence and just the smell was left for you. When that was gone as well you didn't know if you could still go on with your life without collapsing. You couldn't keep on thinking because someone grabbed you at your hips and wind hit your body.

The scream that came out of you must have been heard in the hole city. The familiar laugh in you back made you relax. "Cas you Idiot are you more out of your mind than you are already." "Oh come on." He changed my position in his arms so that I was able to lock into his face with big fat grin in it. "Oh come on monkey you love to fly." "Sure but a little warning would have been nice." and it remembered me how long I wasn't in the air with him. "And don't her that funny scream? Never." "Someone really needs to teach you a lesson again." He giggled. "Maybe you should do that. When I think about you really need to learn a little bit about self defense." He wasn't wrong You were a part of the inner circle and was a absolute zero when it came to fighting even protect yourself.

"When we come back you will get some lessons from me and Nesta." "When you come back from what?" He stopt flying around and stood still in the air. "Rhys, Az, Feyre and I are leaving today into the mountains. There is a illyrian holiday week? Don't tell me that bastard didn't talk to you about it you will stay with Nesta at the house of winds, Mor will bring you down and pick you up for and from work." He didn't say a word but who is surprised. "He mentioned it I just suppressed it." "Did he at least said goodbye to you because he left this morning." Ouch. "I was already asleep when he came home last night he probably left a letter. Because he didn't want to wake me up" He didn't left a letter you knew without looking into your apartment. "What a gentleman. I would have wake Nesta for hundred percent and make sure she doesn't forget me." You weren't the one who forget your mate it was him forgetting you.

Cas let you down at the house of winds and sad goodbye to Nesta in a way you would have looked Nyx away. Rhys and Feyre also sad goodbye to you and talked with you about the invitation you got. They stand behind you and said you should take that opportunity. Nesta and you spend the rest of the evening together talking and reading your books.

But now you were in your bed and turned from one side to the other. You already tried to read another chapter in your bock but you couldn't concentrate on one single line. He left. He left without a single word. Not even over bond did he tried to contact you and this trip was planned weeks ago. When did he start hiding things from you had he even lied to you without you even noticing. You couldn't tell and the option of asking had he take from you a well. You gave up you couldn't sleep not with all the thought circling in your mind.

Sometime ago Nesta mentioned to you to that traing helped her to shut her mind down so why not try it. You switched the fairelights on to see wich equipment was left. You started simple doing some stretching and at some point you ended infront of a punching bag. Your hands were covered and withe each punch your thought were getting quieter and quieter. Finally everything in and around you wad quiet and that felt awesome.

For the following nights this procedure repeated itself. You waited till Nesta was a sleep and sneaked onto the training place. The week was now over and your mate would be back home today. You couldn't even concentrate on your work and you were so jittery that Madja send you home. "Go and catch your mate you little lovebird." It wasn't just the day he would come home it was also your anniversary day one year ago you completed the matingbond. Whatever happend in the past weeks he couldn't forget this day.

At the market you bought fresh ingredients and started cooking. The dinner was ready when he should be home and you started to wait when it was near midnight you gave up and get to bed. Again you were left with the situation that you couldn't sleep. You didn't know how long you waited but you could feel his familiar presence. You turned to the wall and waited till he come to the bed. You could her the sound of his clothes and the bed sinking beneath his weight. But he didn't brought you to his body like he always did and tuck you to his chest and his shadows flowing over you both he just covered you more in the blanket. A single tear streamed down you face there was nothing. It was hurting so much to have the love of your life next you and feeling how he doesn't feel the same as you anymore.

In the morning you were the one this time who was awake before the other. As quiet as you could you packed a small back with your stuff. Before you left you turned one last time to him and sangdown next. Your fingers glided trought his fluffy hair and his shadows creeped around you and danced over your skin. But your decision was fixed you gave him a light kiss on his head and left to the door his shadows stayed the way with you and were tugging and your clothes like they were pleading you to stay.

Nervous you knocked on Feyres and Rhys door. A sleepy Feyre opend the door for you and frowned. "Y/N is everything alright? Did something happend?" "No nothing happend I just wanted to ask you to bring me to the Summer Court." "No problem but are you sure nothing happend?" You just nodded trying hard not to breakdown. "Can you just bring me away from here?" She still tried to find your intentions but nodded and grapped your hand.

Warm air hit you and it was like a whole mountain left your shoulders. "Hello Feyre, Y/N. I didn't expected you today especially this early but it is nice to have your company." The high lord of the summer curt greeted you. "Take good care of her Tarquin she is our best healer and friend." "For sure High Lady." Before Feyre left to go back home she hugged you and brushed over your mental walls. I take my falls down to let her slip trough "whatever happend we will always be there for you. Don't hesitate to contact me when you need something or want home." "Thank you Freya. You are good friend. I love you for that" "You too Y/N whatever it is we will find a solution." And with one last smile she left and you were alone with Tarquin. "Than let me bring you to my healer Y/N so that he can learn from you."

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Part 3

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel #rhysand #cassian #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #nesta archeron #freya archeron #fanfic

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kai-anderson-whore · 1 year

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He's a cult leader (part 6) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Chapter warnings: toxic relationships, domestic violence, mentions of the attack kai had started and I think that may be it let me know if I missed any

Part 5 here

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You woken up the next morning on the sofa as intended, a headache from the whisky last night the memories flooding back you had a fight with kai, he cheated and had a cheek to act like nothing had happened.

You tried to life yourself off the sofa when someone pulled you back down into their embrace, it was kai "where you going?" He mumbled sleepily your felt that anger again at him and yourself for sleeping with him, "kai let me go now" you hissed kai did now realising you were still naked under the blanket.

"Nice view" he smirked as you scurried around putting your clothes back on, "Don't act like yesterday is swept under a carpet kai I'm still pissed and we are still OVER" you stated going upstairs to make yourself breakfast.

Finding your headphones on the kitchen counter where you last left them, placing them on your head snuggling on your ears, the sound of your playlist blocking kai out as he enters the kitchen with only grey sweatpants on.

'Rock lobster by B-52's' playing as you bobbed your head to the beat singing along to the funky tune, kai was trying to gain your attention as you cracked a few eggs into a bowl to make French toast, you payed no mind to him as he gave him with a loud sigh going to watch TV.

You stared at him as you whisked the mixer before grabbing the bread, "rock lobster down, down, down" you mumbled along to the beat starting to do a little dance as you fried the eggy bread, but your mind still raced with what happened last night you were royally pissed but you didn't want to let it ruin your day.

"Here" you called plating up the food after removing your headphones, "What's this?" Kai asked picking the plate up "French toast even though I'm pissed at you asshole I can't let you starve" you said in an annoyed voice.

Kai gave you a small smile sitting on the stool of the kitchen, eating his food "look y/n I'm sorry honestly but I told you I'm doing it for the cult" he said taking another bite of the toast, "kai I don't give a shit if it's to save the whole entire world you made me a promise don't you remember and out of all people Meadow she never shuts up about her out the housewives with the drinking problem" you huffed biting your toast.

You eyes burning through his if looks could kill you'd both be dead right now, "well you seemed pretty forgiving last night" he shrugged making you more angry you just wanted to slap that shut eating grin off his face, "kai so what if I fucked you I was wasted right plus its the last fuck you'll ever get from me" you spat making kai's grin fade his face scrunched in anger.

"You don't get to talk to me like that" he raised his voice in attempt to make you scared but it didn't "Oh yeah you expect me to just sit here and go 'Yes divine ruler anything you need divine ruler' well guess what petal I don't think so" you laughed making him more and more angrier you didn't care.

"I am your divine ruler and your boyfriend You will do as I say" he barked you went to walk off not bothering anymore till he grabbed your arm spinning you around "kai fuck off you may be my divine ruler but your not my boyfriend anymore till you treat me like a girlfriend instead of a piece of garbage then I'll be nice till then fuck you" you hissed his grip got tighter on you but to no avail it never bothered you.

Kai's chest raising in anger his nostrils flaring as he pinned you againt the wall his hand on your throat "you ungrateful bitch I gave you a roof over your head, showered you with love and this is how you repay me?" His anger taking over him as you just stared at him his attempts to frighten you unsuccessful.

"ANSWER ME" he yelled with a sting on your cheek catching you off guard your hand collided with his cheek in response "don't you ever lay a fuck hand on me again kai Anderson I'll kill you" you yelled back pushing him off you going upstairs to grab clean clothes.

Once you were alone you broke down crying he really did that he hit you, something you never expected him to do to you never mind cheating on you, you hated feeling like with a fool that's what you felt like a foolish child tricked by a man you love.

You heard a knock on the door you went to open it revealing winter, "you okay I heard what's happening downstairs" she asked seeing your tear stained face she instantly wrapped her arms around you, "I don't know why he did that winter cheated then he hurt me he's not the kai I knew years ago he changed I hate it but I still love him" you cried shaking in winters arms.

"I know I miss the old him too y/n and what he did was despicable" she stated holding you letting you cry all the emotions out, your trembling figure felt weak all you wanted to do was sleep.

"Why don't you get some rest you can take my bed the now so kai won't annoy you" she offered you smiled thanking her for the offer going to her room for a nap.

You must've been asleep the full day being awaken by your phone ringing, "Hello?" Your groggy voice spoke wondering who it was, "is this y/n y/l/n?" The person asked your face filled with confusion.

"Yes can I ask who's calling?" You replied sitting up from the bed, "I'm doctor Martin erm kai Anderson is here he been in a fight of some sort we couldn't get a hold of his sister and you were next in his contacts could you possibly make it down" the doctor said your heart dropped your mind rushing 100 miles an hour.

"Yes I'll be there in 20 minutes" you replied fishing out a pair of shoes grabbing your leather jacket car keys rushing out the door, the drive was silent no music nothing just you worried about kai, how bad his he hurt?, how did it happen? That part you knew fine well how.

Finally making it to the hospital you rushed to the ward he was in seeing the doctor, "where is he" you asked shaky hands holding your phone "he's in there he's fine the now he has a broken arm and a few cuts and bruises he should be able to go home soon" the doctor said you thanked him entering the room seeing kai there on the bed.

It pained you seeing him like this even thought it's entirely his own fault, "kai you shithead you had to do this" you sighed sitting on the chair next to the bed, he was asleep probably high on the pain killers they gave him, you knew he could probably hear you, "after what you did I have a cheek to come here to make sure your fine to be by your side I'm foolish" you chuckled to yourself.

Kai stirring in his state a low groan leaving his lips in pain, "ouch" he hissed now awake trying to sit himself up, "y/n what you doing here?" He asked looking at you, "I got a phone call from the doctor telling me you're here I couldn't leave you alone" you said not looking at him, "look about earlier I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you" he sighed now feeling remorse for his actions something he never felt if it was anyone else.

"Forget it kai I'm not caring anymore" you said you didn't want to talk about it especially to the man who did it, "I'm just sorry" he said his hand that wasn't in a brace reaching for yours, "kai don't" you huffed "just get better and then we'll talk about it I'll be over tomorrow with some snacks and whatnot anything you need down clothes?, anything" you asked getting ready to leave.

"Yeah can you bring clean clothes and a news paper" he asked you nodded leaving the hospital to the parking lot, letting out a deep sigh 'what a day' you thought turning on the radio driving home.

By the time you got home so did winter, "Hey" you said as she gave you a small smile "Hey did someone called you by any chance?" She asked fiddling with her fingers, "Yeah the hospital kai's there he went through with the plan leaving him with a broke arm" you said placing your bag the kitchen worktop.

"Is he okay I wished I had answered my phone" she said in worry you assured her that he was fine just a few cuts and bruises and he'll be getting out soon, "Hey don't worry we'll go tomorrow and see him I need to give him clean clothes and a newspaper anyway" you said settling on the sofa in the living room, "okay I can go if you don't want to come with" she said you shook your head.

"No I said to him I will he's an asshole but I do still love him winter even if its the ugly side of him" you sighed, no matter what he did he was always the love of your life neither Meadow or a hit could ever change that, but you wanted to make him suffer for what he did so you made it your own mission to do so...

It had been roughly a week since kai was in hospital today he was being released you and winter were in the car driving to pick him up, the news were all over this story and kai was eating it up milking it out, you and winter stood beside him as he walked down the steps the news all over him.

That's when he declared he will be running for senator, you knew this wasn't going to be pretty for anyone, once you made it home everyone was already there awaiting their divine rulers return, "it's good to see you kai" Gary said greeting kai who returned the greeting back to him.

You excused yourself for a cigarette sitting outside on the steps of the house a cigarette in between your fingers as you lit it up with the purple lighter, taking a long drag letting it fill your lungs, "you know you should stop doing that" you heard Meadow say behind you, making your eyes roll back in annoyance.

"You know my aunt lived till she was 100" you smirked your back facing her taking another drag, "what with smoking?" She asked making you turn and face her, "by minding her own business" you sarcastically said knowing what you said got to her, "you know I know you hate me because of what kai and I have bet come on y/n it's childish" she sniggered making you pissed off.

"Yeah I do hate whatever is going on with you and kai but you know what, I had him longer I know the real kai both sides you only know that one, and just remember this when he has his quickies with you, he comes home to me he's in my bed every night" you hissed throwing your cigarette away barging past her and into the house.

'Now for my plan' you thought instantly eyeing up jack, he was handsome you thought someone to make kai jealous, so you sat beside Jack for the remainder of the day, sending him flirty looks which he returned, soon enough his hand resting on your thigh when kai wasn't look since according to everyone in the cult you were still his.

Later at night you changed into pyjamas and set to sleep on the sofa again, "y/n I want to talk to you" kai's voice calls from the table, you let out a sigh asking what he wanted, his deathly glare his eyes gave you making you swallow a lump in your throat, "what the fuck was that today" he asked anger in his voice with a hint of jealousy.

"What was what?" You asked pretending nothing happened, "Don't play dumb y/n you getting all friendly with jack" he snapped you let out a cold laugh he had the nerve to scold you after what he did, "you know what kai you don't get to tell me what I do and who I fuck alright I told you were over get it through your skull" you snapped back making him more angry again.

His steps towards you trying to intimidate you but it never worked you weren't scared of kai anymore, "I don't care what you say your mine like it or not and what I say goes" he mumbled against your neck, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

His harsh grip on your waist with his non broken arm, "Answer me" he demanded his lips attacking your neck making you sigh "yes kai" you felt stupid for giving in to him so easily, but you knew he was ours even if he didn't want to say it Meadow couldn't have him the way you have him.

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denimshortsdean · 4 months

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"country singer cas and his gay little songs" PLEASE tell me more

Anon this is one of my favourite ideas to rotate in my mind before I go to sleep, and is entirely the fault of the @cascultextraordinaire. Also sorry this took so long, I didn't forget, I just got knocked on my ass by life

For this concept I envision Cas as a somewhat niche country singer who's not particularly popular in mainstream music, but has a cult underground following who love him for his songs about nature, loving the earth, and every kind of love EXCEPT romantic. Enter Dean, a hyper-famous rock star with a reputation for breaking hearts who sings about sex, rock and roll, loving and leaving people, but never love.

Cas doesn't follow mainstream music, so he's never heard any of Dean's music, let alone seen a picture of him - so when Dean rolls through Cas' neck of the woods on tour, Cas doesn't clock that he's a famous mega-sensation. He thinks Dean is handsome, and tells him so when he bumps into him in on the outskirts of town. Dean is charmed by the hot country weirdo who doesn't seem to have a clue who he is. It's... refreshing. They end up spending all week together, Cas making space for Dean in his little life, and Dean making excuses to his entourage as to where he's going all the time. They share a kiss under the stars on Dean’s last night in town, Cas giving him a little something to remember him and the countryside by. When Dean packs up and leaves to finish the rest of his tour, Cas isn’t worried because he was just spending quality time with Dean, nothing more. But he soon finds the songs he’s usually so good at writing won’t come to him any more. He still loves the country and the sky sure, but his songs keep ending up songs about longing and missing someone, mourning what could have been.

As with a couple of the other wips, I'll say no more on this because I don't want to ruin it completely, but rest assured there's a chart-topping album, a publicity scandal, and an awkward awards ceremony involved!

pspspsps more wips here

#wip game #rb games #rach rites #rach replies #anonymous #anon i am actually fucking THRILLED about this wip thank you so much for asking about it!!!!

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hotcocosstuff · 10 months

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Mine; Gabriel x Reader smut

You were at a bar with the Winchesters getting away from it all when Gabriel had decided to show up. "Hiya boys." Dean nearly jumped out of his seat. "Jesus Christ Gabriel you can't do that" Gabriel just shrugged "Why not i thought it was funny." You decided to stop the fighting there "Hey Gabriel." He smiled "hi sweet cheeks." You blushed softly smiling. Dean sighed "You guys have fun I'm going to try to get laid." Sam spoke up "Ok im going home then." "Seeya sammy." Gabriel said as Sam walked out the door. "Wait can I come with Sam?" He turned around "Sure come on." Gabriel pulled you into a hug "Bye youngster." He said ruffling your hair smirking as you then dashed out the door.

"So you've got a thing for Gabriel." Sam said when you got in the car. "No i dont." You smile to yourself as you look at the ground. "Yes you do I can see it every time you look at him." You blush softly "Can you really?" He smirked "It's kind of obvious Y/n." "Do you think he knows?" He chuckled "No."

You smiled as you pulled up to the bunker. As soon as Sam turned off the car you ran to your room. When you got to your room you laid down smiling to yourself "It can't be that bad to love Gabriel." You heard a flutter of wings and jumped up "Hi Cas." You said looking at the angel happily. "You seem happy y/n." "Just thinking about something." He moved to sit next to you "Care to tell me what." Castiel and you were friends with benefits he knew you had your heart set for Gabriel. "Just you know a handsome archangel." He chuckled at that. You smiled as he wrapped an arm around you. That was until he said that you should tell Gabriel. Then your mood kind of dropped "Are you crazy!?" Cas tilted his head "What do you mean?" You sighed "I mean he's an archangel and I'm just a human." "Y/n don't think that lowly of yourself." You sighed "I just need some rest." "Ok." He left after that. You laid down and closed your eyes drifting off to sleep.

Castiel's pov

After my little talk with Y/n I went to talk to Gabriel who was still sitting at the bar. "Hello brother." "Hi Castiel." "What are your feelings on Y/n?" "Why?" He looked at me and I could have sworn he was blushing. "Just curious." He sighed looking away "She's nice." I decided I wasn't going to get anything out of him that way so I decided to take it up a notch. "I'll tell you one thing Gabriel." He looked at me "What?" "She's really submissive during sex." He growled at me. I thought it was funny so I decided to tease more. "She's such a good girl and has such a daddy kink." He stood up straightening his back and challenging me to say more. I gladly took his challenge "She's got such a dirty mouth and looks so good chocking on my cock. The best thing is she's mine." Gabriel snapped his fingers bringing us back to the bunker. I got pushed against the wall "Whoa what's happening." "Out Sam." Sam walked out with his hands up. "You have some courage challenging me brother but she will not be yours for much longer." He looked me in my eye before letting me go. Being the angel I am I had learned how too make a guy jealous from dean and I had one last trick. " You know Gabriel I was thinking of marking her as mine." This pushed him over the edge "Don't you fucking dare brother." He disappeared and I laughed. "What was all of that about?" "You might want to go somewhere else for the night." Was all I said before I teleported to Y/n.

She was sleeping peacefully until I lightly woke her up. "Huh? Oh hi cas." I didn't say anything I just kissed her knowing damn well Gabriel was watching.

Normal POV*

One second he was kissing you the next he was flown across the room. "You've crossed the line Castiel." You looked at the voice who spoke it was Gabriel! "Gabriel?" You ask quietly. "Yes sugar?" He made Castiel disappear. "What's wrong?" Instead of answering you he backed you up to the bed. "So you've been fucking my brother?" You gulped "Yes?" "Mmm baby your in for a hell of a night I'm going to make you scream my name so hard you forget Castiel's and your own name." As he pushed you down he grabbed your wrists leaving them there by using his grace. "Gabriel." You whined and he applied pressure to your throat making you moan. "Castiel said you've got a daddy kink." You nodded. "Daddy please." He smirked "if I let you go will you be a good girl and suck my dick. You nodded vigorously. "Words baby girl." "Yes daddy please let me suck your dick." You felt the restraint lift and you got on your knees. You unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down revealing his hard erection.

"Suck now baby girl and if you do a good job daddy won't punish you as bad." You whined as he told you that. You put his dick in your mouth and started bobbing your head. "I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours baby." He started moving his hips to need you face. You looked up to him tears in your eyes as you start gagging around him. "Look so good chocking on my cock baby. I'm So close baby girl." He shoved his cock as far down your throat as possible before he shot his hot cum down the back of your throat. "Swallow baby girl." He told you as he pulled put of your mouth. You did as told and opened your mouth to show him. "Good girl I think you get a reward." You stood up and he snapped bother of your guys clothes off. "Lay down baby." You laid back on the bed as he pumped a finger in and out of you. He used his grace to play with you clit as he attached his mouth to your nipples. "Daddy I'm close." He stopped and moved off of you. You whined. "Sorry baby you still had to be punished." You nodded softly as he then lined himself up with you. "Ready baby." "Yes daddy." He smirked before pounding into you and setting a bruising pace. His wings spread out behind him. You reached out to touch them and he nodded reassuring you. You stroked his soft feathers as he bit you neck drawing blood before healing it. "Gabriel I'm close." "Cum for me baby." Then you did screaming his name as you fell over the edge. "Oh fuck y/n." He came inside you then smirked as he pulled out.

"Why are you smirking so much and what did you do to my neck?" "Im smirking because I've wanted to do this forever. I marked you neck with my initials in enochian." "Why?" "So everyone knows your Mine." You smiled grooming his feathers. He buried his head in your neck groaning softly. "I need to get you cleaned up sugar." "Ok." You smiled.

Gabriel POV*

Before I took her took clean up I thought "She is MINE now Castiel." "I know brother." I smirked to myself before carrying her to the bathroom.

#archangel gabriel #gabriel supernatural #spn gabriel x reader #supernatural fanfiction

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musing-and-music · 11 months

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post break-up au! for you to pick 🧡 for Havolina "listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do"

or! for Royai "i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?"

Thank you for the ask! I looked at both prompts, and now I just can’t write only one of them (I don’t like to chose when both choices are so good)

Okay, this is going to be long I think so both fics will be under the cut

post break-up au

"listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do"

Jean yawned. And yawned again not ten seconds later, making him stop pouring water into his coffee maker. He let the machine do its job as he went back to his bedroom and began to dress. He was in his uniform pants and tank top when he heard knocking at his door.

Frowning at the early hour he saw on his clock, he looked through the peephole and froze.

Rebecca was standing behind the door, her hair in disarray, a scarf carelessly thrown around her neck to protect herself from the bitter cold outside (snow had invaded the streets of Central City for the last three days, and the military had been sent to rehouse a whole neighborhood where power had been cut after the collapse of a portion of the electrical grid). She was as beautiful as ever, and Jean’s heart suddenly beat faster as he ached to take her in his arms once again.

But they were done, Rebecca had told him one week ago. They were both too busy with their jobs to manage to see each other more than once every second week, Jean leaving to Ishval from time to time, and Rebecca following Fuhrer Grumman on official visits more often than she wished. She'd felt their relationship was fading, and decided to break up things.

And now she was here, at six in the morning, in front of his door.

Jean opened the door, hoping his traitorous heart wasn't showing its joy at her sight. "Becca."

"Jean," she replied, hesitant.

They stood for a minute in silence, staring in each other's eyes, and Jean thought he was seeing in hers the same hope that was making his heart burst.

Inhaling sharply, he managed to tear his gaze from her dark eyes. "Why are you here so early?" he asked, his throat suddenly dry.

"I-I couldn't sleep, and I thought about how I missed drinking with you the coffee you make in the morning, so I came here. I didn't even think about how you'd receive me."

Rebecca's answer took any reply away from his mind. Their morning coffee had been the only stable moment they'd been able to share during their time together, and often Jean had found himself pulling two mugs out of the cupboard instead of his own only. He missed that moment dearly.

He missed Rebecca.

He opened the door wider.

"Come in, coffee's ready."

"i literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?" (not really a post break-up)

She was supposed to be back to normal, Riza scolded herself. That was supposed to be a temporary situation, she repeated as she walked in a angry pace in Central's deserted streets.

But no, after three nights spent turning and tossing in her bed as she looked for sleep, she'd realized she couldn't sleep alone anymore. Three weeks in the hospital, finding comfort in the same bed while Roy and her went through operation and physical therapy, had made her dependent to Roy's warmth and arms around her.

Tightening her black coat around her to hide her pajamas (an old T-shirt she'd stolen from Roy's closet when he was her father's apprentice, and comfy shorts she'd bought with Rebecca back in East City), she turned in the last street before Roy's.

It was only after she'd knocked on his door that she worried about waking him up. Brushing her hand against her scars in a nervous gesture, she waited for his answer, glancing in the hallway in case someone came.

She had an excuse, since they both were still on medical leave, but at two in the morning, it wasn't easily believable.

The door opened and a disheveled and tired Roy appeared. "Ri-Lieutenant?"

Riza smiled sheepishly. "I can't sleep alone anymore," she confessed, "I miss your warmth and your protection against nightmares."

The smile that bloomed on Roy's lips brought a new light to the darkened hallway, making Riza's heartbeat faster.

"I missed you in my arms as well," he whispered. He moved from the doorway, inviting her inside.

Five minutes later, they were both lying on Roy's bed, legs entangled and Roy's arms around her waist, Riza's head against his chest. Just before sleep claimed her for the first time in three days, Riza felt Roy's lips on her forehead.

"Good night my love."

#ask game #goneadrift #royai #havolina #musing writes

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sheepcoco · 1 year

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is my first time writing in english jaksuja, anyways ...

sorry if i misspelled some words, it is proofread, i read it like 89283938 times, it took 4 hours to finish no kidding........but, still, i'm sorry in advance aaa

SORRY, LAST ADVICE THE READER IS GENDER NEUTRAAAAAL (but still, sorry if it gives the wrong idea in some parts), there, done.

(if someone reads this story, thank u<3)

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡✧⁠*⁠。

Just like heaven.

Castiel always knew, deep down, that the love he felt for you was slightly different than the kind of love he felt for Sam and Dean. There was an adrenaline rush when he was with you or his heart was like a person in a marathon when Sam and Dean mentioned you.

If you were feeling sad, he felt worse; he hated to see you hurt. He would do everything, even if it was beyond his capabilities, to make you smile. It could be something simple, like that time you mentioned how much you missed a certain food you ate a long time ago on one of your trips, and suddenly you all hear the sound of wings and clothes fluttering.

Before either of you could ask "where did cas go?", he showed up as quickly as he left, with the exact plate of food you mentioned. It was half eaten and he had to admit that he stole it from a woman while she was in the bathroom.

When you asked for an explanation, he replied: "I-...I don't know. I just wanted to do this for you."

Or that one time he healed you ten times in a day, almost passing out on the eighth time because vampires kept appearing out of nowhere, and even when he was half dead he wanted to stay by your side on that hunt. "In case you get hurt", he insisted, grabbing your shoulder as if his life depended on it so he wouldn't fall unconscious on the ground.

That night you had to carry his unconscious body to your car and to your motel room. He had to sleep forty-eight hours to recharge his energy.

You didn't plan to stay for two more days in that town, so you had to improvise to earn more money.

The attention he gave you was overwhelming to anyone but you. You always found it cute. You didn't think he was doing it with double intent, the idea that castiel might be romantically attracted to you seemed impossible, so you dismissed that thought saying: "he's doing his best to show me that he cares."

Even when everyone told you how oblivious you were.

You fell in love with him the first time you met him, even though he knocked you out with the touch of his fingers on your forehead. So, the affection he began to show you when he rebelled against heaven was welcoming, even if it was "too much".

It was never too much for you. It was never enough.

He clung to you like gum when all angels fell from heaven and he became human.

He began to feel, to hurt, and you were there for him. You never left him. For god's sake, you shook the earth and its realities to find him when Dean told you the news.

You didn't want to leave Sam and Dean alone in the hospital, but Castiel was human now, and he was alone too, but surprisingly, Dean let you go find him, calling once in a while, obviously.

You both shared the same worry for Castiel, so he felt a bit of relief when you left in order to find him.

"Wait for me in a motel while I get there!" was the only thing you said through Dean's cellphone before running out of the hospital.

He smiled for the second time that day when he heard your voice, but that time, his happiness felt more strong and passionate than ever. Like fire inside his chest, in a good way.

And even if you didn't hear him, as you were long gone, driving rapidly to his location, he muttered: "I'll wait for you." with the biggest smile his face ever had.

Dean didn't comment on the matter, as he was too worried for Sam's health at that time.

It did not matter all the obstacles, all the angels and monsters you had to fight in order to find him. It took you a while, given that he had to constantly hide and earn money to call you via public telephone. But when he did, he would cry for hours.

It was the first time he felt so alone, cold, hungry, empty. You were the only good thing in his life at the time, the only thing that kept him going.

The only thing that prevented him from kissing that woman. He thought of you, how'd you feel if you found out, how he didn't really want to kiss her, because you weren't her.

So, when you found him, alongside Dean and Sam (whom you reunited with midst your travel), lying on a couch with a blade in his chest, you felt your world shake and start to fall apart.

You don't really remember that moment, because it's too traumatic (along with other times he died). But you do remember when Dean told you about the angel Ezekiel possessing Sam, since Sam healed Cas right in front of you.

There were good and bad moments, mostly bad and horrific, but it all felt meaningless when you two were together. When Dean told Cas he couldn't live with them, you followed with him, you rented an apartment and worked together.

You even babysit together. And he still has that picture of you holding the baby as his wallpaper.

You remember that day. You told him he should go out in a date with the woman that asked him out at work, that he deserves it, even if it hurt you a little bit, but as long as he was happy you were happy, thrilled even.

But unfortunately, the woman only used him as his babysitter, so he called you.

You felt bad for him, really. You had reached a level of maturity and love that allowed you to say with confidence that, if Castiel ever fell in love with someone other than you, your heart would be so big that you would love that person too.

He never felt happier. Seeing you cook for him and smile at him as if he wasn't the one at fault for causing the angels fall from heaven.

You never complained about it, you never blamed him.

He never cared about dying, as long as you were safe and he could remember you smiling at him on the verge of death.

Being a human sure was complex and difficult at times, but you made being human something beautiful, because being able to love you was a privilege.

One night, when he saw your sleeping figure beside him, he thought: «If regaining my grace means I can't keep falling in love with you then I don't want it back, ever.»

It was the first time he admitted he loved you.

He didn't care what he was, angel, human, it didn't matter as long as he was by your side.

And he a hundred percent would have rejected his grace if it wasn't because he was dying in that moment, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving you. But when he got it back, and was safe of danger, he thought of you, making sure he still felt that strong love for you, and when he did, he smiled, even if Metatron was now on the loose.

In the end, it was always you and him. He saved Dean from hell and you saved him.

Heck, you even went to purgatory with him because your love was so strong, you cling to his arm when you saw that Dick Roman was about to explode. You'd rather die with him than live without him.

To say every time he died destroyed you completely was an understatement.

God Cas, Crazy Cas, Leviathan Cas, Purgatory Cas, it did not matter. You loved him. You were loyal to him and only him, even if you two never expressed your feelings out loud. Everybody knew you two belong to each other.

But now that he sees you so grown and mature, being so close with Jack as if you were his parent, he wonders why hasn't the empty come take him if every second he has spent with you is his happiest day and moment.

Then he realized, when Death was knocking on the door, and you were right in front of him alongside Dean with that horrible frightened look on your face that made him want to cry and hug you, that...he could never have a happy ending with you.

He won't ever be your husband, the father of your children or your boyfriend, because he will outlive you. And his fear of not being able to save you as a human, was the only thing that stopped him from giving up being an angel.

But, seeing you now, crying as he's saying his last words, he feels at ease, because he knows that you are stronger than him, that you deserve to outlive him, because before you, his immortality had no number, nor he had age, because it was meaningless.

He, with his last breath and a smile, gives you the rest of his long days with a tender kiss on your forehead, telling you, without the need of words, that you deserve them more than he does. And you accepted them, because it was his gift.

"I love you."

"I love you, Castiel."

#supernatural imagine #castiel spn #castiel x reader #supernatural angst #spn fluff

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 1 year

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Brace yourselves, I've got thoughts...

Okay, so I just rewatched Into the Mystic (11x11) and man oh man, the ending of this episode throws a weird left hook. This is kinda long, so under the cut we go...

So, as the boys wrap up the case and are saying goodbye to Mildred and Eileen, Mildred tells Dean that she's jealous of whoever she thinks he is obviously pining over. Earlier she'd given him the advice to follow his heart.

Pretty certain that the actual text is trying to talk about Dean's unsettling attraction to Amara. He had mentioned to Casifer earlier that there was something drawing him to her that might have been attraction or just the link formed by him carrying the MoC, but that he really wasn't certain what it was. So I think this is what all this is intended to be alluding to, but it kinda hits weird, ngl.

Now, I've seen folks who ship Destiel point to this as subtextual evidence that Dean is secretly pining for Cas. I do not find this to be a believable take simply because Dean is, let's face it, just not that into Cas, especially through this episode. Cas is possessed by Lucifer and acting hella strange, and Dean has barely noticed. So I'm scraping that theory right into the trash. Sorry, not sorry. That's just not a ship I can get onboard with.

But, and hear me out, if we look at the last Act of the episode we could put an entirely different ship spin on this.

Sam: You were right, by the way. Getting back on the job, it... It helped. Dean: Wait. Say that again. The -- that part about me being right. Sam: You're an idiot. Dean... When I was with Lucifer, he, um... He showed me things. It was like a highlight reel of my biggest failures. Dean: Yeah, he was messing with you. That's what he does. Sam: Give me a sec. I should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory, I... I should've turned over every stone. But I didn't. I stopped. And I've never forgiven myself for it. Dean: Well... I have. Hey. That's in the past, man. What's done is done. All that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together. So... Shut up and drink your beer. You gonna be able to sleep tonight? Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I think so. What about you? Dean: Well, I still got some ringing going in my head, but nothing some good music can't wash out. Sam: You know, I still can't figure that out. I mean, Banshees go after the vulnerable, right? So why did it go after you? Dean: You're overthinking it. It was going after Mildred, it saw my gold blade, acted out of self-defense. Simple. Sam: Yeah You're probably right. Dean: I'm always right. Sam: Yeah, yeah. Dean: Night. Sam: Night.

So a classic brother heart-to-heart, complete with beers. Sam apologizes to Dean for not looking for him while he was in Purgatory, Dean forgives him and says, "All that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together."

Just after Dean says the bit about music washing out the ringing in his head, Sam stands up and starts to walk out of the room. Now, we can't really see Dean's face, camera is off behind and to the left of him, but we can see that his head stays up, he is looking in Sam's direction, and we can see his eyelashes. His head doesn't turn to either side, not even when Sam starts talking to him again, so he was watching Sam. His eyes look down and up a couple times as Sam turns back towards him. After Sam says "Night" and walks down the hall, Dean sits at the kitchen table and looks fucking worried.

In Sam's room we see Sam place a brochure for the retirement home the case was at into a box of mementos he has that has old photos of him and Dean and the school play samulet., along with an old baseball, pack of playing cards, a zippo, a pocketknife. The implication is, that maybe he and Dean will retire to Oak Park one day.

Then we see both of them, in their separate rooms, getting into bed. Dean gets in on the left side of his bed, Sam gets in on the right side of his. Dean lays there for a couple seconds, still obviously worried, and then sits up on the side of the bed again. He then makes this face, does this thing with his mouth that, I swear to god, is him remembering a kiss. Then he rubs both hands back and forth over his hair, like he's scrubbing at his thoughts and full on fucking broods. End of episode.

So even though we got like a lot of heavy co-dependent brother things in these few minutes, I'm still 100% certain Dean was thinking about Amara's kiss and is deeply troubled by whatever the hell kind of hold she has on him. He's not into her, but he is definitely feeling a pull and it is bothering him. That IS the text here.

But, there was still the way this last Act was shot that sends some pretty mixed signals. Because I didn't exaggerate any of this, I just watched it about 12 times to make sure I was remembering correctly. This is shot in a way that if you hadn't seen episode 9, would legitimately looked like Dean was vulnerable because of something to do with Sam. The two of them being mirrored by and compared to romantic couples is a long standing tradition of the show, and this looks like another example of that, is filmed like an example of that, but isn't actually about that, which is... weird, right?

Like, I could spin off on wincesty thoughts about what this scene is implying and it would be really easy to do, because the show's got some major wires crossed where these two's relationship is concerned.

So, yeah, those are my thoughts about that, make of it what you will.

#spn 11x11 #Wincest #gencest #weirdcest #all the cests #it's the cestist #don't blame me #that's just how the show is

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magicalqueennightmare · 1 year

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Sins & Amends Chapter 36

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: In the aftermath of a bomb and a mad man setting his sights on Karen you scramble to keep up[mention of bombing, carnage]

You'd seen so much in your line of work. Babies being born, people dying. Hell you'd seen the body of the woman who had very well saved your life by getting her parents to take you in when you were both kids lying in a coffin next to her kids who were your world.

You never imagined the carnage that a bomb wreaked. Curtis had told you stories. He'd lost his leg in a bomb. The reality of rushing from victim to victim, saving who you could and being forced to walk away from those you knew you were too far gone. Bombs had went off at the ATF field office, the 10th precinct of NYPD and the courthouse. You and Alice had been working for hours on end responding to call after call.

When you made it back to the station house you were basically forcing your feet to move. You felt shaken and wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in the asshole responsible yourself. You felt your phone vibrate and realized you hadn't bothered checking it. You pulled it out your pocket and grimaced when you saw all the missed calls and texts. Alice saw you and nodded "Yeah I gotta go call Kenzie"

You pulled your jacket further around you and stepped back outside. The last missed call was from Matt so you hit his number first. "Y/N! Thank god" you half smiled at hearing his voice.

"I'm good Matt. It's horrible out there but my job is running in after the fact" you heard Foggy's voice in the background "is that Y/N? Is she ok?" A full smile slipped onto your face when you heard Foggy "Tell Foggy I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you two. It's just been one call after another, ya know?"

"I know. It's just a relief to hear your voice. I know you've probably got other calls to return like Karen who's called us asking if we've heard from you. Y/N just because we aren't sleeping together anymore doesn't mean I don't care about you" before you could respond you heard Foggy holler "Jesus I don't need that mental image! And I still love her more than you do!" You laughed and said "I love you both ok? I gotta go" "Bye Y/N"

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After returning Karen, Curtis' and Mrs Johnson's calls you hit the number you'd saved under the name of one of your friends from college and waited until Frank answered "Y/N are you ok?" "Yea. I'm good. Been working my ass off but I'm ok" you could hear the relief in his voice and mentally kicked yourself, of course his mind would go to the darkest place first. He let out a breath then said "Good to hear. Keep in contact ya hear?" "Yes sir" you said with a smile then he hung up so you knew he was satisfied you were still alive and in one piece.

You scrolled back to the last missed call and almost didn't click it when you realized who's number it was but hit it anyways. It rang twice before he answered "I'm almost surprised you called me back"

You rolled your eyes and headed back into the bays "What do you want Billy? Shouldn't you be checking on Dinah in this aftermath?" "Oh she's home. Her partner was nearly killed and is in a coma, the rest of her team wasn't so lucky so she's taken some time off" his words were so simple but it still twisted that knife a little further and you started to wonder if Matt would be up for a night just to get your mind off images of Billy and Dinah but that would fuck up your friendship with Matt.

"I know. I responded to the nine one one call. Still doesn't answer why the hell you're calling me. You made it clear a long time ago I'm no concern to you. I'm not with our mutual friend at the moment. I'm working to clean up behind the psychopath bombing our city" you pressed the palm of your hand against your eyes trying to rub away some of the tension there that had been building all day and now was trying to accumulate from this unwanted call.

"Maybe because when the news of the bombs hit the first thought I had was first responders would be right in the cross hairs of this asshole. I don't care how bad you hate me I still had to make sure you're alive to do so" the phone went dead in your hand and you weren't surprised that he'd hung up. You refused to play into whatever angle he was getting at by calling you. It had to be an angle you refused to think even a small part of him may still care about you.

You didn't have a lot of time to debate with yourself because another call rang out.

You were off and just hanging around your apartment. You were dead on your feet and was headed back in the following day for back to back shifts.

You had your radio playing for background noise and nearly jumped over the back of your couch to turn up the volume when you heard Ricky Langtry announce that his guests were Senator Ori who you personally couldn't stand and Karen. She'd gotten a letter from the bomber and her responding editorial you knew had probably damn near given Frank a coronary because it'd worried the hell out of you.

Ricky went through introductions before saying "Karen your response of a rather pissy editorial calling the guy a terrorist leaves little doubt but do you have any sympathy for this guy?" You scoffed before Karen quickly answered "No. None at all"

You sat through listening to Ori try to use the bombings as a reason to take any guns away from citizens and rolled your eyes. A laugh fell from your lips when he said "Miss Page, wouldn't you say in this day and age there's no need for an ordinary citizen to carry a gun?" God was this guy barking up the wrong tree. Karen's sigh was audible even through the radio. "Have you ever been scared, Senator? Genuinely afraid for your life? In a situation where a gun and the willingness to use it might mean the difference between life and death?"

You could feel yourself bristle up and could just imagine the look on Karen's face when Ori said "Guns are a toxin on this society. In the wrong hands they wreak terrible results. It's only a little over a year since this city was terrorized by the punisher" like what Frank did was anywhere near the senseless carnage you'd seen in the aftermath of the bombs. "That's hardly the same thing! Frank Castle killed murderers and drugs dealers" You smiled at her defending Frank so adamantly.

Ori scoffed "But where's the line Karen? Frank Castle decided he knew better than the law and was tried for killing thirty seven people" You wanted to call Ori up and say that was thirty seven that was known about but knew better than to do that. Karen's only response was "Frank Castle isn't a terrorist" and you could practically see her jaw tensing with her words.

Ricky cut in to say "Frank Castle was a hero to many that saw he was doing what the cops failed to do" yeah you knew you listened to his show for some reason. The radio cut out for a few seconds then when it came back Ricky said "Ok New York. We have a caller on the line who says he's the bomber" a beat passed and then he said "Can I get a name?"

An eerily familiar voice responded "My name isn't important. Only my actions" where did you know that voice?

Ricky took a breath "Ok you're talking to New York" the bomber asked "Why'd you say those things about me Karen?" You closed your eyes praying for once she may decide to back down but her response was "Because I despise everything you've done" Christ she needed to ease up. The bomber went on a rant saying "This country is being cannibalized by people like Ori. Shipping our jobs overseas, selling us out then taking our guns so we can't do anything about it"

Karen laughed humorlessly "You're such a coward. Those people you killed? They weren't making policy. They were secretaries and janitors and beat cops. Ordinary people. How does that help your cause? Maybe the government did something awful to you. I don't know your story but awful things happen to people every day and they don't murder people because of it!" The bombers response was "You're just a pawn, like the rest of them and Senator Ori. What a joke. You don't represent anyone but yourself. The war is just beginning and you're all on the wrong side. Sic Semper Tyrannis" that's when it clicked.

Ricky called the show and you knew since the FBI was handling this case they would no doubt get Karen back to the bulletin and have it surrounded so you hit the number for Frank. The moment he answered you said "His name is Lewis Wilson. He drives a cab and he's twenty six" "I'll get David to find his ass" you could feel your hands shaking with the images of the bombings victims and the mere thought of that happening to Karen "Don't let him hurt her Frank" "We're not losing her sweetheart. Watch your back ok?" "Ok. Call me"

The line went dead in your hand so you grabbed your jacket then slipped shoes on. You slid your purse over your shoulder and double checked the contents. Your plan was to head to the bulletin.

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The moment you walked into the door an agent stopped you. "ID ma'am?" "She practically works here. I'll vouch for her" Ellison told the agent so he let you pass. You grinned at Ellison "Second thought, I'm gonna need an ID" he rolled his eyes "She's in her office. She's shook up but safe"

You walked into Karen's office and she glanced up when she saw you "Y/N" you cut your eyes at the agent in the room with her so she asked if you and her could have some privacy.

Once he walked out she shut the door "He's pissed..i think he's going after the guy" you didn't want to lie to her so you simply nodded. Bad news for you was Karen already had picked up most of your facial expressions and their meaning "Do you know who it is?" You shrugged "Maybe? But Karen I agree with him. This guy needs to be put down" "Christ Y/N!" She sat down heavily on her desk and ran a hand across her face.

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You were sitting on her desk looking over her shoulder at her notes when Ellison walked in. He looked a bit pissed so you got to your feet. He looked from Karen to you. "Tell me. Did you two know?" "Know what?" You asked and he clicked on the television in the corner of the room.

A news report was playing then cut into footage of Frank sliding across the hood of a patrol car. The headline read "THE PUNISHER ALIVE" your hand flew to your mouth in shock and so did Karen's.

"Shit" you gasped staring at the screen.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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silver-stake-through-the-heart · 1 year

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I'm finding the depictions of Dean and Sam parenting of Jack a little… caricatural maybe? With Sam being 100% supportive and Dean acting like John 2.0. This post is not to blame Sam or to pretend Dean acts perfectly, but I find some points are left aside too often.

Cas, about Jack (season 12)

Cas planned to kill Kelly, at first.

Cas (12x19): This has nothing to do with my reputation. I am doing this for the Winchesters. I-I stole the Colt to keep them out of this mission and to keep them safe from Dagon, and I– I will kill this girl so that Sam and Dean don't have to.

Dean and Sam know this. They know Cas' plan. They know what Cas did in the past (in particular to Lily Sunders and her daughter) and they try to come with another solution, removing Jack's power so he and his mother can both live.

The first shift about Jack is in episode 12. He uses his powers on Cas and, suddenly, Cas says: "I've been so lost. I'm not lost anymore. And I know now that this child must be born with all of his power. (…) I have faith. We have to go."

Kelly: What did he tell you? Cas: He didn't tell me. He showed me. The future.

Cas (12x23): I saw… I saw the future. I saw a world without pain or hunger or want. I saw the world that this child… that your child… will create. And it is a world without fear and without suffering and without hate. I saw paradise.

(Paradise being

okay, okay, I stop)

This change leads to:

Dean and Jack (end of season 12 and beginning of season 13)

Dean to Cas (12x19): Okay, whatever that thing did to you, we're not just gonna let you walk away.

Dean to Sam (12x20): Okay, so last night…that Super Mario power-up crap? That wasn't Cas. That freaking baby isn't even born yet and it sock puppeted him. Think about it. Cas said that he had faith in Lucifer Jr.? What the hell is that supposed to mean? (…) Seriously I mean up until now if Cas messed up, if he did something wrong, but he thought it was for the right reasons, I got it. Right? But last night, when I looked at him, I did not recognize the guy staring back at me.

And this is Dean who, at this point, saw Cas being mind-controlled by Naomi and used as a vessel by Lucifer. Both times he felt something was off, without quite figuring it out. (He also met Jimmy Novak, Meta!Misha and the Leviathans)

Episode 12x23

Cas: You don't have to worry. The child, he opened this door. He'll close it. Dean: You sure about that? Cas: I have faith. Dean: Really? In your unborn baby-God? Cas: Yes. Dean: Well, then, you're a dumbass.

Dean, to Sam: Yeah. You know, Cas has faith in this kid. (…) I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

Episode 13x01

Dean: No. No, nothin's changed. He's still the Devil's kid. He's still evil. He still brainwashed Kelly and Cas. And even if he hasn't gone Big Bad yet, he will. Sam: You don't know that. Dean: Yeah, I do. 'Cause when have things ever gone right for us? So until I figure out a way to end him, we'll bring him home. At least there, the only people he can hurt are you and me.

Episode 13x02

Sam: Look… losing Mom and Cas, that’s a lot to process, Dean, especially on no sleep. And the kid— Dean: The "kid"? Come on, man, you know how this plays out. Look, when we try to bend the rules, pretend that the bad guys aren’t so bad or that things will get fixed, that’s when people that we care about get hurt. And then we end up doing what we should've done in the first place, which is end the problem. So this time, let's start with the obvious. Soon as I find a way to take care of… It. Sam: Okay, look, yeah, Jack is on Lucifer's family tree. But we don't know if that DNA is stronger than Kelly's, or his connection with Cas. Dean: Oh, you mean the connection that got Cas killed?

Episode 13x03

Dean: I told him the truth. See, you think you can use this freak but I know how this ends and it ends bad. (…) Look, I know you think that you can use him as some sort of an interdimensional can-opener and that’s fine, but don't act like you care about him! Because you only care about what he can do for you! So if you want to pretend, that’s fine! But me? I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do all I see is everybody we've lost! Sam: Mom chose to take that shot at Lucifer. That is not on Jack! Dean: And what about Cas? Sam: What about Cas? Dean: He manipulated him, he made him promises, said, paradise on earth and Cas bought it and you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I can't!

There are two major points straining Dean's beginning of relationship with Jack: what happened to Cas and the Winchesters' past experiences with trying to make exceptions.

And then-

Episode 13x04

Dean: All right, well, you said you wanted to help, so, uh… dig. Sam: Dean, what's up with all the orders? You're starting to sound like Dad. Dean: That a bad thing? Sam: I'm just saying his drill sergeant act worked with you… but it didn't work with me. And that's not the way we're gonna get through to Jack. Dean: Look, you wanted the kid here, he’s here. All right? But I'm not gonna hold his hand and tuck him in at night. Pass. I'm not gonna be his mother, and neither are you. And the kid can dig, so I'll give him that.

Dean: You gotta snap these cuffs. Jack: I can't. Dean: Yes, you can. Sammy believes in you, and when he believes, he'll go Hell for leather…but you gotta try.

Dean, to Jack: You did good today, Jack.

So, Sam compares Dean's behavior to John's and, in the very same episode, Dean starts treating Jack differently. I will not believe the two points aren't connected.

(Not-truly-related-note but I would have liked Dean being able to acknowledge to Sam he didn't think their father perfect and their childhood nice, instead of telling to literally everyone but him :/)

Dean, to Sam: And maybe you're right, about the kid. I mean, he tries. I'll give him that. And he tapped his powers, saved our ass, so that's a win.

(And in the next episode, Dean tries to die, but everyone remembers that.)

Sam and Jack (beginning of season 13)

Sam wasn't only caring about Jack's well-being. He was also interested by what his power could do for him. He doesn't talk about guiding him, but about teaching him and molding him according to his principles.

Episode 13x01

Jack: I don't know why these things happen. It's like I'm me, but… not me. Sam: Jack, look, before you were born, you opened up a door to another world. Do you remember that? Jack: Yes. Sam: Okay, could you do that again?

Sam, to Dean: Jack is not evil. He—he—he's just a kid. (…) We need him.

Sam: You wanna say anything? Jack: I… What do you say? Sam: Right. Thank you. You say thank you. And you say you're sorry. You hope they're somewhere without sadness or pain. You hope they're somewhere better. You say goodbye.

(The 'you say you're sorry' imply some guilt)

Episode 13x02

Sam: Dean, "the problem" might be our only shot at saving Mom.

Sam: So, Jack, we know Kelly taught you things before you were born. And obviously, you can, you know, make people or things move with your mind. But, what else can you do? Jack: I don't know. Sam: Okay. For instance, say you wanted to be someplace else right now. Could you?

Sam: Dean, whatever his powers are or will be… if we train him properly, they could be used for good.

Sam: I'm just saying, Jack doesn't have to be evil. We can teach him not to be.

Sam: I'll tell you what. You got some special skills, Jack. That's for sure. We just need to make sure we get a grip on them, so… so you don't hurt anybody. (…) And right now, we need to protect you. But we may also need to protect people from you. Jack: Maybe I'm not worth all this. Sam : Your mom thought you were. So did Cas. So do I.

Sam: He seems to have a real attachment to his mom, but only kinda a fuzzy idea about his dad. And his mom, Kelly, was a really good person, so that makes me think Jack can be molded the right way. Asmodeus: Mm, molded. I hope you're right.

(And a little parallel with Asmodeus' intentions)

Episode 13x03

Sam: Dean, we need him. (…) Mom…

Jack: Train me. To what? Sam: I've seen what you can do, Jack. You're powerful, but you have to learn to control it. You know, to focus. Jack: So I don't hurt anyone, anymore. Sam: Exactly. See this pencil? I want you to move it. With your mind.

(Another emphasis on Jack's possibility of turning wrong.)

Jack: I can't. Nothing. I'm useless. Sam: Alright. Jack, when you did use your powers, what was it like? Jack: I don't… It was like, breathing, blinking. It just happens. Sam: Even with Asmodeus, that just happened? Jack: No, he made me. It was like, like he was in my head. Sam: Okay, then imagine him doing that. Jack: No! Sam: No? Why not? Jack: Because I don't want to! It's just… I can't do this!

(Which wasn't the most thoughtful, empathic and caring idea)

Sam: Okay, but why is it so hard? I've seen you throw people across the room. I've been thrown across the room by you. I've seen you open a gate to hell and now nothing? It doesn't make any sense.

Sam: I think that, after everything that's happened you're probably scared to use your power, and me pressuring you certainly isn't helping. Jack: Really? Sam: Really. What do you say we call it? Until I figure out a better way. How does that sound?

Episode 13x04

Sam: Jack, I really think this would be good for you. You know, maybe a change of scenery might— Jack: Get my powers working again? Sam: Yeah, maybe. Jack: So I can be your "interdimensional can opener"? You're using me. Sam: Jack… when you were born, it ripped a hole in reality. Like a—like a door from this world to another, to a… a really bad, bad place. So—so Dean and Cas, and I, we—we closed that door. But… our Mom, Mary, she's trapped on the other side. If we can get your powers back, maybe we can open that door up. Maybe… Jack: You wanna save her. Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I do. But… if this doesn't work, if that can't happen, that's okay, because I do care about you. But I should've told you. I'm sorry. It's a lot and, uh… Jack: Dean can't even look at me. He wants to kill me. Sam: I won't let that happen. Listen, if there's one thing that Dean respects, it's effort. So come along. Help us out. Let's go be the good guys.

About Mary's death (seasons 14 and 15)

Episode 14x20

Dean: Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He—I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. (…) Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

(Which was basically the whole reason he hadn't wanted to treat Jack as a person in the beginning.)

Dean: He killed our mom. Sam: I get it. I was mad, too. Or you know what? Hell, I'm still mad. And a part of me wants Jack dead. It really does. But, Dean, we haven't even tried to save him.

And, in the end, he wasn't able to kill him.

Episode 15x14

Jack: Do you still think I'm a monster? Dean: Okay, I'm just going to say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack. I'm trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that's not easy to forget. Now I was angry with you, for a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I'm not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. Do you understand?

Dean was working on forgiving Jack about Mary's death. I repeat: Dean was working on forgiving Jack about Mary's death. Mary, the only person John loves, the one whose disappearance destroys their family (from Dean's POV). She's supposed to be protected above everything else.

About Cas' and Sam's view of Dean about Jack

Episode 13x04

Jack: Dean can't even look at me. He wants to kill me. Sam: I won't let that happen.

(Great implying Dean would actually kill him.)

But-

Episode 14x20 (after Mary's death)

Cas: You should never have tried to lock him away. Dean: You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. Cas: Dean. Dean: He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. Cas: You don't mean that.

Remember that one of them thought the Colt was in the safe while the other knew where the Colt truly was in fact.

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