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[januaryembrs]

FIGHT TALK | Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Request: Hi! Can I request a Drabble with the character Eddie Munson, with the prompt “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever.”. Imagine that Eddie being protective and acting as a bodyguard to the reader who is being bullied a lot, he feels sorry and guard her.

description: Eddie is not very happy when he finds his darling girlfriend stashed in the AV room after her first fight

word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: swears, blood, mention of the f slur, broken nose? very quick dirty thought from Eds (it’s Eddie what can I say)

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authors note: eddie x sunshine reader is about to be a thing around this neck of the woods since my beloved @palacearcaderadiostation demands more 💗

“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Dustin held his hat scrunched tightly in his hands, as if he were in church or in mourning. “I never even got to say goodbye to Tews, my mom’s gonna be crushed,”

“Are you shitting me, he’s gonna make us wish we were dead,” Mike rubbed a hand over his tired face, “Do you remember what he did to Tommy H when he shook her soda can and it exploded in her face? My mom said the Hagen’s had to take him to a specialist in Chicago to get his nose fixed.”

Dustin paled even more, as Lucas returned with a sweat on his brow, the older boy hot on his heels.

“Move! Move out of my way- Out of my way,” Eddie cursed, shoving the other students hard enough they shot him dirty looks over their shoulders. Not that he cared, he had a sneer of his own as he looked down at the three boys that seemed to quiver in their place under his sable gaze, “Where is she?”

“Eddie, please understand- We tried to tell her-” Dustin spluttered as Mike seemed to biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from doing the same. Eddie simply put his hand in the kids face, glaring at him hard enough to silence him immediately.

The three of them would rather face the Wyvern they’d fought in their last campaign head on than have to deal with their dungeon master like this.

“Where is she, Henderson?” He growled, and the boys could do nothing but point to the AV room they’d stashed her in to keep her from the other student’s nosy gaze. Eddie didn’t need any other instruction, he was at the door in seconds, bursting through into the small, darkened room, his eyes falling on the girl sat on the table, legs swinging back and forth happily as if she wasn’t sporting a black eye and a bloodied nose. His breath hitched, his chest constricting tightly as he watched her own gaze flick to his. “Oh, baby,”

“Eds! Did you see? Did they tell you what I did?” She asked, her lips pulling into a smile as her boyfriend came closer, his hands grabbing the sides of her face, thumbs stroking over her cheeks.

“Mother of Christ, what did those shits do to you?” He snapped angrily, though his eyes were wide, the sadness written clear over them. Waving him off, she held onto his wrists with split knuckles, another factor that had him nearly clutching his pearls in aghast.

“It wasn’t their fault Eds, David Johnson was picking on Dustin for his lisp and calling them all-” She stopped, her nose scrunching in disgust when she thought of the word they’d used.

“Gay?” Eddie asked, to which she shook her head, though his eyes were quick to notice how the movement tugged on her split nose, “The other one?”

“The F one,” She muttered, hating that she even had to say it, “I dunno, I can take it when they say it about me. I just couldn’t stand to hear that about them, they’re good kids,”

He felt his expression soften, watching as she fiddled with her sleeve, another thing that had fallen casualty to her heroics as a thin tear trailed up her arm.

“You are just the bravest maiden there is, huh?” He asked, his chest butterflying when she looked up at him with the same happy smile she always had when he spoke like they were in one of his games, “And oh, your teeth! Those beautiful teeth, are they okay? Did they survive the warfare? Let me see,” Within seconds he had puckered her cheeks with one hand effortlessly, his other thumb lifting her lips up and down as if giving her an oral exam.

Her giggles vibrated on his palm that rested on throat as she tried to pull away from his grip, only partially succeeding as he took his finger out but held her still.

“-ds” She mumbled through her pursed lips, feeling him loosen on her jaw for just a moment before he gave her a gentle peck, careful not to bump her nose. Trying to pull away to tend to her ailments, he was stopped when he felt her fingers loop through his belt, tugging him forward for another longer kiss, her pretty lilac nails brushing against his tummy.

Chuckling as he pulled away, his hand moving from her jaw to cup her cheek sweetly, his eyes seemed to zero in on the cut on the bridge of her nose, the skin around it mottling into a bruise. He couldn’t miss the way it seemed to welt with fresh blood, the sight of it worrying him despite it being no bigger than his nail.

“You are just in luck, brave maiden, your medic has arrived prepared,” She smiled wryly as he dug through his bag until his face lit up as he brushed against the packet, “Ah, ha!”

Pulling out two from his collection, he held the bandaids up to her face so she could see for herself.

“Dangermouse or Ducktales?” He asked, the two brightly coloured cartoons staring back at her as she pointed to the three little ducklings.

“Ducktales, please,” She said, watching him peel the paper from the back, gently sticking it over the bridge of her sore nose, “I bet you do this for all your patients,”

“Only the most valiant of warriors,” He murmured, pecking the tip of her nose with soft eyes, “That’s just because you’re my favourite,”

She giggled again, as he picked up her scraped hand delicately, scanning over the small cuts attentively. Putting his hand to his mouth, he fake retched, covering his eyes in horror.

“Oh God,” He gasped, turning away from the sight, “Oh, god. I think we’re gonna have to amputate,”

Shoving him on his chest, she snickered at his dramatics, her fingers already scabbing over from their minor wounds. “Quit playin’. I was very brave today,”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, baby,” He said, giving her knuckles some tender kisses, not caring it seemed gross seeing as she was bleeding. “Did you get him good at least, honey?”

She perked up even more, eyes alight with a sick little delight he hadn’t seen in her before. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t have his boxers stirring.

“I split his lip, would have gotten his nose too if he hadn’t jumped on me,” She said, and Eddie couldn’t help the raucous laugh that left his throat.

Pressing more kisses to her hairline he smiled, down at her from her place still sat atop the table. “Don’t worry, you’re on the bench in round two, Balboa. I’ll give him something to cry about,” He smirked at her, his nose brushing against hers sweetly, “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever.”

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ahh hiii! I saw your blog and was wondering if I could request a yandere!Chuuya x Male!Reader whose love language is d3@th thr3@t$??? I was thinking maybe the reader was perfectly fine with the yandere tendencies and has a weird way of flirting. It’s perfectly fine if not :]

example:

“Chuuya, I will take an apple and shove it in your mouth before lighting you on fire and burning you alive.”

Man has killer ribs (literally)

Note; Zero idea when you asked this! And my sincerest apologies for not answering, I perhaps... Forgot this account existed, per se... Also, DEFINITELY OOC, I wrote this T almost 12am and did not go over for spelling errors, nor did I put s lot of effort into the writing... I promise to rewrite this in the future.

Pairing; Yan!Chuuya x Threatening!Male Reader

TRIGGER WARNING; Death threats, possible relationship toxicity, death jokes. (Do NOT reinact anything depicted in this writing.)

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"Doll... Can you pass me the wine?"

Chuuya said with an exasperated sigh, his hands moving up to undo his waist coat, allowing it to drop to the floor with a soft-- 'thump.' Before be reached down and scooped up the fabric from the floor.

"Oh yeah? How about I do ya' another favor and shove it so far up your ass that it comes out your mouth and you become s wine fountain? Well, you might as well be! You drink that shit so much I'm surprised you haven't turned red!"

M/N said with an overly sarcastic tone; His legs were thrown lazily over the side of the couch, allowing them to dangle down while his h/c cascaded against the soft, velvety, red couch cushions.

"Besides, Chuuya! You have legs that work! Use them. Unless you want to end up like that one agency member... Cuntikida? Kunikooda? Kunkidoouh? Something or another."

*With a soft eye roll, Chuuya reached into the wine cabinet himself and pulled out the fanciest and strongest wine he could find; The bottle's glass was a deep maroon color which constrasted against the gold accents that surrounded the label and cork.

With a gentle pop, the bottle was opened, followed behind was the sound of a gentle pour of liquid rushing down into a glass.

"Don't tell me that mackerel Dazai tried to break in to find you."

*A huff escaped the h/c male's lips as he tossed his phone to the side, allowing the device to land onto the glass coffee table with a thud.*

"And what if he did, leprechaun? What are you going to do about it? Use your powers and cross the fucking rainbow to beat his ass?"

*M/N said with a scoff before throwing his legs to the side, allowing him to sit up properly.*

"Besides, you won't even let me leave this place! It's only natural to be bitchy you stupid ass ginger! What? Are you lacking braincekss to-- Hey! Chuuya!"

*M/N yelped, squirming about as Chuuya had grabbed him by the back of the shirt before pulling him up and holding him in the air as if he were a wet cat.*

"What you need to do is learn how to behave, doll. Maybe then I would be more lenient about letting you leave without being under my supervision."

*The ginger said before walking towards the bedroom and dropping the male into the bad and slipping into the man's lap, straddling him in the bed while his gloved hand either held a wine bottle or was tracing the jaw line of th male beneath him.

"Besides... You know what happened the last time you misbehaved, doll."

Chuuya said as he took a sip of his wine before placing a kiss to the man's cheek; His eyes sneakily stealing glances at the chain that was still connected to the bed.*

"Whatever! This is why you failed go become the better Ed-Sheeran you Ayano ripoff!!"

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"Would you shut up already?"

"I hope your motorcycle crashes next time you're out and you die!"

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[Mod note: For your convenience and mental health, this one is also being put under the cut for “tw!! S/h, mental health, and Ed's mentions!!”]

Transcript: tw!! S/h, mental health, and Ed's mentions!!

Guys pleaseeeee pretty please probably tag and trigger warn your posts guys :< I'm sick of hearing "Horror has an eating disorder!" "Killer self harms!" "Dust and schizophrenia" etc etc And comics with these topics DEPICTED and not tagged :[

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[yanderes-galore]

I've been waiting for this! Darling almost gets caught by the Unknown before the fog gets them. Darling thinks she's "safe" (away from the Unknown) before going on trial and seeing it again. I think Unknown would be happy to see a previous almost victim.

I was originally going to make this a concept but I don't think that would do it justice. So, here's a one shot :) The cool thing about this killer is I don't have to do much research since you're meant to not know anything about it.

Gender is Gender-Neutral as I just... Never said any pronouns- I got too focused on the spooky.

I got really into this, sorry it isn't fully spell checked 😅 I am my only editor, lol.

Reoccurring Nightmare

"Yandere!" The Unknown Story

Pairing: Dubious intentions

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, "Obsession", Stalking, Kidnapping (Technically), Grotesque descriptions, Primarily just horror themes, Violence, Dubious intentions.

Sometimes people get into things they shouldn't. Sometimes you come across something that you shouldn't have known about. Unfortunately, accident or not, there is still consequences.

Poor you probably didn't even mean to get involved with The Fog or The Unknown. If anything, you just wanted to know what happened to your lost friends. Mikaela and Sable have been gone for a long time now....

The search for your friends accidentally got you involved in a darker scheme than you thought. Unbeknownst to you, simply searching got you caught in the crosshairs of something... otherworldly. You had no clue until it decided to strike.

It started with an uneasy feeling. The constant feeling of being watched. Perhaps that was just you being anxious... You are worried about your friends, after all.

But as your research and leads got deeper and deeper... You began to realize you were too deep in this web. You kept finding research and articles about strange phenomenon. Things like dark fog and cryptid sightings.

The entire time the feeling only ever got worse.

Days turned to weeks as you looked over the information you had. The police never bothered to help and you kept finding rabbit holes. No matter how much calming teas or meds you take, you can't shake your anxiety.

Are you being followed...?

Are you insane?

In the middle of the night you hear noises. Things like skittering or... voices. You swear you see silhouettes pass your window or banging across your walls.

You haven't gotten enough sleep... Maybe you're just hallucinating?

Your fears kept getting worse as you continued on. You kept thinking you heard the voices of your friends outside. Yet there was nothing ever there.

Your mind felt coated in a mental fog. You just couldn't think straight. Why did it feel like you were seeing things?

One night marked the conclusion of your fears....

Late at night you kept scrolling through research. At this point you were too far gone into this rabbit hole. There had to be something that took them... right?

"H-Hell..o?"

You freeze when you hear something speak. You look around, yet once again nothing's there. The voice sounds corrupted... inhuman... you can't read it.

"H-Help...!"

The voice croaks again, sounding oddly familiar. You shoot up from your seat and look around. However... You begin to breathe heavily when there's nothing...

Except for a sudden bang.

Your gaze shoots to your window, seeing something skitter off. The brief glance you got wasn't enough to tell you what it is. Yet you can tell it's playing with you...

It's taunting you....

You quickly run through your house in search of a weapon. Something... Wasn't right. With the amount of research you've done, you have your suspicions on what's wrong.

But you're still unable to comprehend it...

Let alone what it wants.

"S-Scar...ed?"

The voice croaks from outside, thumping hitting your walls. It's trying to find a way in. Your heart won't stop racing.

You grit your teeth, grabbing a knife from the kitchen to defend yourself. It's all you've got right now.... However, if this is what you think it is...

It doesn't really matter....

"Cu...te...!"

You grimace at the voice, the gender swapping between a distorted male and female. You can't decipher it. It's all a threat you can't fight....

With a loud crash, an axe smashes through your window. You jump back to keep your distance. Although... You freeze when something crawls through the broken glass.

It looks... Twisted. The cracking of bones fills the room, leaving you unnerved. The...Creature twitches and cracks around until it goes from all fours to on its twisted legs.

You feel bile bubble within you at the sight. You don't even dare look at its face. It's a twisted mimic of some sort of man.

That thing isn't human, however...

Nowhere close to it.

"I-I have... something... for you...!"

You brandish the knife as if it would do anything against it. Even if you had a gun, you doubt it would kill it. Black smoke pours into the room as the creature snaps and twitches closer to you.

"S-Stay... still...!"

The creature echoes before swinging the fire axe. You dodge it but the weapon manages to snag your knife. You curse to yourself as you dodge.

Not like it would've helped you anyways.

The creature turns around to look at you, a twisted grin never leaving its face. Your fear excited it. Such wonderful prey.

However, as you both plot your next move, the fog continues to fill the room until there was nothing but darkness.

You panic, having only vague ideas of what this meant for you. However... When you awoke, your adrenaline began to settle. You were left in a forest...

With nothing but a campfire in front of you...

Along with your two missing friends.

The two are filled with surprise when they see your shaking form on the ground. You stare back at them in confusion. Then...

You begin to cry.

Mikaela and Sable quickly run over to you and embrace you. You sob into them, calming down from your near death experience. Such a thing Mikaela and Sable have grown used to by this point.

They comfort you, rambling about how they didn't expect to see you again. They express concern and worry. After all... No one tries to get here on purpose.

You were happy to find them, even if it isn't safe here. All that mattered to you was the fact you were away from the creature. You never had to see it again...

Even if you had other issues to deal with...

But you could face those with your newly found friends by your side, right?

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By this point you've gotten used to these new trials. These loops of death and illusions of escape was supposedly what Mikaela and Sable had been going through the entire time you've been looking from them. You were sent from one hell to another....

Yet you were quickly beginning to adapt.

Perhaps you were always meant to come here. If you stopped looking for your friends, would it still happen? You aren't sure... But does it matter anymore?

All you know is death now.

However, with Mikaela and Sable you could get used to the cycles. With them... You felt you could get through this. At least here... you could comprehend most horrors.

Every trial seemed to blend together eventually...

Then you saw it again.

You could never forget the twisted body and unnerving aura. You nearly freeze again in the middle of a generator when you see it shambling around that decrepit movie theater. You fidget with the wires as best you can but you're soon thrown off.

Upon roiling across the dingy movie carpet, you look up to see the very same creature you thought you escaped. It crawls on all fours towards you with that same cracking sound. Your memories flash before you...

Aren't you used to death at this point?

"Fo~und... y~ou~!"

The creature coos in a distorted voice... Shuffling closer in a rapid pace.

Your scream to echoes through the trial as it advances, your mind flashing a reminder that whatever happens... There's no escaping it now.

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This may have been pretty obvious beforehand but just in case it wasn't, I gotta come clean. I’m a Demi Lovato hater. I was brought on this planet to hate on Demi. I can’t stand Demi. I pray on Demi getting fully exposed for who and what she really is. I want to see Demi get permanently blacklisted.

And even though I've stated what Demi's done over the years that's given me justifiable reason to deeply dislike her, in case I didn't completely do so before, I'll spell it out again:

Demi Lovato's done a LARGE list of things:

- preached anti bullying and feminism when convenient but then bullied and started one sided feuds with and unecessarily threw catty, passive aggressive shots at other female artists and celebrities such as Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Zendaya, Pink, Lady Gaga, etc. (Taylor and Selena especially)

- preached body postivity and ED awareness but then body policed and body shamed other female celebrities (as well as Taylor, while having no consideration for the fact that Taylor had an eating disorder at the time; Demi to this day has not acknowledged or apologized for this at all)

- got caught with a secret finsta (traumaqueen4ever) disgustingly mocking and making fun of Selena's lupus and kidney problems, saying the N slur, etc., then deflected, gaslighted the public and played victim on Jameela Jamil's podcast when called out

- started a one sided feud with and acted catty towards Taylor for her donation to Kesha during her court battle with Dr. Luke and Lovato claiming to care about Kesha more but then made no donation herself, instead used money she claimed to not have to buy a car and a bungalow, unwittingly made Kesha's trauma about herself and her obsessive spite and jealousy towards Taylor and worked as an ambassador for Core Hydration Water which is co owned by Dr. Luke, showing Demi's moral hypocrisy

- doubles down and justifies her nasty behavior and rude, bullyish attitude and antics when people call her out then whines, cries and plays victim and usually does a tired regurgitation of her story to emotionally blackmail and manipulate people into feeling sorry for her as a way to distract people from calling her out for being a terrible person when she gets even heavier backlash for her actions and behavior

- constantly treats mental health and trauma as commodified personality traits to weaponize as excuses to be awful to others, which at best is a poor and reckless misrepresentation of mentally ill and neurodivergent folks and survivors of trauma and addiction, and at worst is a harmful exploitation and mockery of mentally ill and neurodivergent folks and survivors of trauma and addiction

- attacked a family business in the midst of an entitled Karen tantrum over sugar cookies and frozen yogurt then tried to paint it as some sort of righteous crusade on behalf of people with EDs when all this does is further give survivors of EDs a bad look and a bad name while also showing no consideration for businesses trying to stay afloat during a pandemic

- Lovato is also racist/antiblack, as she culturally appropriated African twists and arrogantly dismissed people that were trying to educate her; later tried to use 1% African from a DNA test to get a black card and excuse her actions then cried white Karen tears when folks weren't having it; and in continuing with Lovato's racism and antiblackness, there's going back to her use of the N word in that secret finsta and there's also unearthed, unedited photos of Lovato black/mixedfishing and wearing blackface

- Lovato's actions and behavior towards Selena and Taylor are made even more egregious considering that Selena and Taylor were the first people to check on Lovato when she first went to rehab in 2010 and Selena visited Lovato in the hospital in the aftermath of Lovato's drug overdose in 2018

- (tw) Lovato bragged about orchestrating a s*xual a**ult on her bodyguard and passed it off as a joke then had nerve to get mad and play victim (again) when people were rightly outraged and called her out (and apparently that's not the only instance Lovato's done this as there have been other people that have come forward about Lovato's abusive behavior and acts of sexual assault, exploitation, solicitation and harassment; including an alleged history of Lovato bullying and sexually harrassing and assaulting fans on separate occasions and seducing random women into one night stands and then tossing them to the side like garbage as a further excuse to verbally and emotionally abuse them)

That final part should've been enough for Demi's career to be permanently over and should've had Demi permanently blacklisted. She deserves no sympathy, no empathy, no career and no more second chances after that. She's a sick, vile, abusive, manipulative, repugnant and disgusting individual, and her fans are sick and disgusting as well.

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Possible triggering queer content: gender dysphoria, description of gendered body parts, injection and needles, hate crime mention

Possible triggering mental health content: depression, delusions, derealization, disordered eating, voluntary hospitalization, intrusive thoughts, s*lf h*rm, s**cidal id**tion and behavior

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Below cut: About Me and Posts So Far

About Me

* 29yo nonbinary AFAB with masculine traits from HRT

* Not picky about pronouns. They/them is fine.

* Started college full time at 15, dropped out twice, graduated nine years later

* Diagnosed with: Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID), ADHD (inattentive type), OCD, depression, anxiety

* Past diagnoses I had before ASD: Asperger’s Syndrome, Pragmatic Language Disorder, Sensory Processing/Integration Disorder

* I may post content from dark times in my life. But rest assured I am currently stable, medicated, and in a safe place. I have a solid social and medical support network.

* Insert obligatory “relating to me doesn’t make you neurodivergent/trans, and not relating me doesn’t make you neurotypical/cis” disclaimer here. Every person with my condition(s) is different.

Posts So Far

No Associated Date

Raindrops on the sidewalk

Miscellaneous autism things

Audio processing

Too-loud and too-quiet autism

2011 (high school graduation)

Holding the door

2015-2017 (computer science college, internship, and library job)

Low spoons

Fluff class and repeated class

Erdly

2018 (hospitalized, start T, mom gets cancer, college graduation)

Gender conflict and cocoon

Toss me a floaty

2019 (first year of independent living)

No more

Rearrange furniture!

Light bulbs and paper

Interrupting

Water

2022 (ED treatment)

ARFID and ED treatment

2023

Don’t rock the boat in Oklahoma

Dating sim

[deanwithscissors]

Three Months - Part 2

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 7043 (wow oops)

Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles, swearing, angst, argument, mentions of weight loss, self harm and being used sexually, fingering, mentions of choking, rough sex, unprotected sex

Summary: A sixteen year old memory haunts [Y/N] and causes a disruption between the Ackles’ 

A/N: i deal with my issues by writing; hence this piece where jackles is calling me out because wow fuck i’m struggling with food rn. also i’ll be reblogging with tags later, still working on that shit lol  part 1 *all mistakes are mine*

The Ackles’ took advantage of their first childless morning in months by indulging in morning sex that wasn’t interrupted by kids, shower sex without locking the door and sex against the fridge while making breakfast, which almost ended in the full evacuation of the entire condo block. Their fingers interlocked as they sat at the breakfast bar, scraps of egg was all that remained on the plate from their much needed breakfast.

“Do you remember when everyday started with sex?” Jensen asked.

“You mean when I liked mornings?” [Y/N] unintentionally snorted.

“Oh so that’s why you’re a moody bitch in the mornings now?” His tone was light and cheeky as a devilish grin painted his face.

“Wow and you’re still a dick!” She shot back. Both adults wore goofy smiles as their chuckles filled the apartment.

Fresh air tumbled in through the open balcony door, constant sounds of the city trailing in too, reminding her she wasn’t at home. On edge by the reminder she observed Jensen to ground herself. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and when he dipped his head small pieces would slip across his forehead, every time she’d put her hand through his hair and kiss him sweetly. 

“You like the hair?” He asked brow softly cocked.

“It makes you look super soft.”

“You like that?” 

“Mmmhmm, but I’m glad that bushy beard is gone. I did not enjoy making out with your facial hair, not to mention the oral wasn’t fun at all.”

“I still made you cum though,” he reminded her.

“Okay, it wasn’t not not fun,” she grinned timidly. 

“We’ve got some time til the kids get here, I was thinking-”

“Jesus Jensen I honestly don’t think I can go again.”

“Is that all you think about Mrs Ackles?” He feigned disgust but only admiration showed in his eyes. “What I was thinking is, we could go meet some of the guys and gals,” his brows wiggled waiting for her answer.

“Oh no, I don’t think- we shouldn’t bother them on their day off,” [Y/N] replied as she hopped off the high barstool and headed for the bathroom.

“We won’t be bothering them at all,” he said following behind like a lost puppy. 

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Oh c’mon they’re excited to meet you.”

“I know but- I just got here,” [Y/N] said halting in the hallway to glance at him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, that’s too much. How about I just text one of them?” Jensen suggested. 

“No, just leave it, I’ll meet them another time-”

“Karl’s always-”

“Noooo! Jensen don’t,” she exclaimed darting to his side, her hands instantly splayed across his chest, her wide eyes flashing with panic.

“Oh I see,” he said with a snigger. His chin hit his chest and his pupils were reduced to slits as his head tilted to the side, “you’ve got a crush.”

“What? No I don’t,” she hissed taking a step back. Her pale skin flushed pink as her core temperature rose.

“[Y/N] I’ve been with you for fifteen years, I know what you’re like when you’ve got a crush and, you’ve got a crush,” he said. Rolling her eyes hard enough to hear she turned away from him and continued towards the bathroom. “Which character?” He followed at the back of her heels.

“Shut up Ackles.”

“I’m thinking Eomer from Lord Of The Rings, ama’right?”

Halting once again, she spun with a sharp glare and icy sigh, he wouldn’t drop this. “Fine okay! Yeah I do have a crush and it’s Reaper actually so, you’re wrong.”

“From Doom?” He quizzed.

“Yeah.”

“And you said you loved that movie because of The Rock!”

“That’s true- just Reaper happens to be a character in it y’know.”

"Oh I can’t wait to tell Karl,” Jensen said like a mischievous schoolboy.

“Jensen don’t you fucking dare!” [Y/N] lowly and calmly said while her nostrils flared. “I mean it.”

“I’m just kidding,” he chuckled, displaying his palms in defence. Before she even blinked he asked “so you ever had a naughty dream about him?” [Y/N]s mouth fell open as her hand swatted his bare chest. “Right okay, okay, no more, I promise.”

“We’ve been cooped up in here for two days, lets go out, I’ll take you to the set, we can christen my trailer?” Jensen suggested later that afternoon as they sat on the sofa. 

“I dunno, the kids are coming soon.” [Y/N] replied, her eyes wandering the apartment as if in search for something to do.

“All the more reason to squeeze in a little trip and more sex, god knows we won’t get much of that, if any when the kids get here.” As much as Jensen loved his kids, he missed the sex life he had with [Y/N] before they come along, barely anything was a boundary, any time or any place, maybe it wasn’t just the kids part, it was probably the getting older part too that slowed it down.

His grin was wicked and when he wiggled his brows she tumbled forward in a fit of giggles, even after fifteen years together he was still trying to seduce her. “You can go, I’ve gotta tidy up before the kids get here,” she smiled.

“I can’t christen my trailer without you, that’s not how it works and plus this place is-” he scanned the spic and span open living, dining and kitchen area, “tidier than it’s ever been now that you’re here.”

“Y’know we don’t have to christen every place,” her tone was playful with a streak of frustration hiding underneath.

“It makes it special though, y’know how lonely I get without you, I like reminders and there’s nothing better than lying in bed or sitting on the sofa where I fucked you, especially when I can still smell you.”

“Okay wow you’re gross,” her eyes rolled as she shifted.

“C’mon let me show you around, let me fuck you,” he said reaching for her arm.

“I said NO!” She ejected from his side in a flash recoiling from him grasp, glaring past their reflections in the window she glanced out at the bustling city. The once stunning blue sky had turned murky, a grey hue seeping in and taking over. As if the devil himself had slipped into the apartment and perched on [Y/N]s shoulder to casually taunt her further her shoulder leaned against the glass.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Jensen rushed to her side with slumped shoulders and bent bowlegs.

“Nothing I just- I just got here and it’s like you don’t want to spend time with me.”

“Please don’t lie to me [Y/N],” he said cupping her face with a big hand as heartbreak laced his voice. “That’s not the reason.”

She dropped her shoulders and sighed heavily. “I’m just tired and drained.”

“Probably because you’re not eating enough,” he accused harshly as the warmth from his palm ripped from her jaw.

“What?”

“You’ve lost weight.”

“I didn’t mean to I promise,” she told him honestly.

“Even if it wasn’t intentional, something’s bothering you, what is it?”

“I dunno, probably just anxiety, not seeing you for three months, this whole pandemic, the state of the world in general, the list is endless.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” He asked, brows furrowing and jaw clenching.

“Because there’s nothing to tell.”

Jensen dropped his head, pushed his tongue into his cheek and sighed. “Y’know after fifteen years together, eleven years married and three kids, I thought we told each other everything, helped each other through anything.”

“Jensen please- it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like!”

“FINE!” She screeched back, “okay, fuck-” grasping her temples and leaning against the bitter slab of glass tears pickled her eyes. “It’s Chace.”

He was knocked off balance with her answer not realising they knew each other. “What about him?”

“It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter, it happened sixteen years ago-”

“A minute ago there was nothing to tell, now there is,” Jensen barked. “Did you sleep with him?”

“What? No!”

“Because if it was before us then it really is none of my business, we’ve all got exes.”

“For gods sake I didn’t sleep with Chace!”

“Then what’s the issue?” Jensen asked exasperated. 

“Taylor!” She screamed with an unintentional stomp of her foot, “it’s fucking Taylor okay?!” Dark clouds swamped the sky, the sunlight was stripped away as if it was suddenly night time and there was rumbles in the distance honing in on their position. 

“What’s he got to do with Chace?” Jensens mind was boggled, his thoughts running a million miles an hour trying to connect the dots that made no sense to him. “I don’t-”

“The guys Taylor told about me,” her voice was barely a whisper. Jensen knew, well he knew there was a group of guys, not specific individuals that had taken part in mocking her sexually after Taylor had disclosed the dirty details about his sex life with [Y/N]. “Chace was one of those guys.”

Jensens brows furrowed, the wind was knocked from his lungs and a green tint tainted his face. A rush of rage boiled his blood and transformed the sickly green glow of his skin to a flustered flushed red. “You lied?”

His voice was thick, cold and sharp, piercing straight into her gut. “About what? When?” She asked surprised and angered by his accusation.

“Yesterday after you came in and fucked me.” Those words sliced through her like a chefs holy grail knife. “You said there was nothing else going on, you said it was just the stress of travelling. Why didn’t you tell me about Chace?”

“I- I, didn’t know what to say? With covid I was sure I wouldn’t be able to meet anyone really anyway-”

“I’ve been working with him FOR MONTHS!” Jensen shouted with tight fists by his sides.

“It was sixteen years ago, he probably doesn’t even remember-”

“But you do! Were you ever gonna tell me?” She opened her mouth but nothing came out. “Jesus Christ [Y/N].” Jensens hand run through his hair, then he turned on his heel and headed for the exit. “I need some time.”

The thud of the door echoed around the walls as an eery silence engulfed the apartment and her hollow heart.

With Jade holding one of Jensens hands, Aurora holding the other and Finlay carrying his blanket waddling a few steps behind, the Ackles’ trudged along the clean hallway towards their apartment.

“I want mommy,” Fin said as he dragged his feet as if it was a chore to walk.

“The quicker you move, the sooner you’ll see her,” Jensen told him. Fin immediately trotted forward to join Jades side and take her hand. A sour taste coated Jensens tastebuds, he hadn’t spoken to [Y/N] since he left after their argument and here he was with their kids, no time to talk or apologise. 

“That one?” Jade tore her hand from Jensens and pointed at a door.

“Yup,” Jensen said. Jade rushed to the door dragging Fin behind her. She snatched the handle and bolted in with her brother.

“Mommy!” Fin screamed.

“Moooommmm!” Jade shouted.

Roe remained attached to Jensens hand as they entered the apartment. Closing the door he took a quick minute to inhale a deep breath, hold it for thirty seconds then release it. Finlay was glued to his moms chest and Jade squeezed in at her side. [Y/N]s eyes were puffy, no doubt she’d cried herself dry while he was out. Nonetheless she was enthusiastic about seeing her babies. Eventually Roe let go of Jensens hand and fell into her moms arms too. God, that was all Jensen wanted to do, collapse into the safe embrace of her love.

The familiar sound of Matthew Lillards voice filled the apartment as Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster flashed on the large flatscreen. Jade had made a bed of blankets and pillows on the floor, laying star-fished and content by herself. Finlay was tucked in [Y/N]s arms, he held his comfort blanket and suckled the corner like he usually did. They had been trying to get the four year old to let go of his safety net, but right now [Y/N] needed her own, so she allowed him to delve into his comfort zone. Roe sat on Jensens knee on the opposite side of the sofa, his arm was curled around her waist and she was propped against his stomach.

Angst definitely filled the air, but so far the kids had been unaware of the tension between their parents, even Jade who was seven. Since Jensen came back to the apartment [Y/N] and him hadn’t spoke much, actually nothing was said unless it had to be. Dinner was quiet and somber, then the kids wanted to play hide and seek, but Jensen suggested watching a movie instead. He was physically drained due to the emotional toil of that morning and he just wanted to go to bed and bury his head in the pillow as if the softness would ease the ache inside his heart.

[Y/N]s chest was crushed, the light faded from her eyes and even her beautiful babies couldn’t reignite her flame. Not when her husband was sitting on the same sofa as her, yet so far away. She knew he needed time to process their argument, so she waited, calm on the outside and hideously freaking out on the inside.

“I want mommy,” Roe said tilting her head back to look at Jensen.

“Go get her then,” he encouraged softly as he removed the barrier of his arm.

Roe tumbled off his lap and crawled her way over the sofa, she tucked into her moms hip. “Noooo, go away-” Finlay whined as he pushed her away.

“Hey Fin, c’mon now, there’s plenty of space for Roe too,” [Y/N] told him. Finlay huffed but gave up the fight against his sister.

“Daddy come too?” Roe invited her dad to join them. Jensens eyes flicked to [Y/N]s, her face remained flat, but she showed no discomfort at him getting closer, so he shuffled along the sofa and plonked himself down beside Roe, who once again climbed onto his lap. Now there was a Roe sized gap between the adults, but it could have been the distance of the grand canyon. It hurt [Y/N] more that he was closer because it somehow pushed him further away. Catching a lump in her throat she lifted Finlay into the gap making him huff instantly.

“I’ll just be a minute, I’m going to the toilet,” she reassured him.

“I go too,” Finlay said.

“No, you don’t need to go, you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Barely fifteen feet from her family the tears started falling down her face as she jogged to the bathroom.

Her sobs drowned out Jensens footsteps, causing her to leap into the air with a squeal like a startled cat when his hand folded over her shoulder in the middle of the bedroom. “[Y/N].”

“Go back to the kids Jensen,” she muttered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie.

“We need to talk.”

“Not while they’re awake.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Really because you’re the one that walked out!” Her temper was about to blow, but her volume lowered. “I don’t know what’s got you so wound up about this-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He spat, closing in on her.

“Keep your voice down,” she said, straightening her back and gaining a few inches.

“Something felt off, I knew it, but I told myself that you just needed control! If I had known you were fucking me to hurt yourself, I’d never have let it happen.” 

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking lie you wanted it to hurt,” he shouted with a pointed finger in her face. “You used me.”

Despite being completely dehydrated tears collected in [Y/N]s waterline. She had wanted it to hurt and it did. “I, I didn’t know- I’ve just- I’m so sorry Jensen.”

“Do you know how disgusting I feel?”

“I never meant it to be like that,” her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I- I’ve been struggling and- fuck things are just so overwhelming. Every-fucking-day I’ve had to not-” her breath hitched, her hands clutching her chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me things were this bad?” His fingers crushed her shoulders as he gently shook her, partially in anger, mostly through worry.

“Because you had enough on your plate, we’d just moved house, the pandemic was rampant, you had to leave me and the kids, you had a new job, with new coworkers and crew, a new place to live- me crying about something that happened sixteen years ago was the least of our priorities.”

“When I sent you messages about my day and mentioned Chace did it make you think of Taylor?” Her lips pressed into a thin line and she remained quiet. “THAT’S WHY I’m so fucking pissed! You’ve been going through this ALONE.” Silence engulfed the room for almost a minute as [Y/N] shuddered and Jensen fought to keep his temper from exploding. “I almost lost you. Remember me being by your side in the hospital?”

“That wasn’t the part Chace was involved in-”

“That doesn’t change a damn thing!” 

“Jensen-” her breath hitched and her hands shook against his pecs. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to add any more pressure onto you.”

“Fuck baby, I don’t care what it is-” he cupped her face, his anger lines fading as fear settled in to soften his features, “tell me everything, even if it’ll be hard for me to hear. We go through everything together okay? Don’t shut me out.”

"I’m sorry,” she threw her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tight. His cologne wrapped her in a blanket as his hands found her waist. “I love you so much,” she said before her snot covered nose crashed onto his cheek and her lips found his.

At first Jensen froze, then he pulled her legs around his waist and moved his tongue with hers as he stepped backwards to the bed. “I hate when we fight,” she mumbled into his mouth. Her hands slid from his firm shoulders, up his thick neck and into his soft hair.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he told her. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth and his legs gave out descending them onto the bed.

Hearing those words from between his lips wedged a lump in her throat, the momentary rush of lust vanished completely. “I swear I didn’t mean to-,” she croaked as shame trampled her body and disgust lashed her soul. “Oh God I never- I’m sorry Jensen.”

“That’s over now okay?” He held her jaw and dipped his head to catch her eyes. “Forget about it.” [Y/N] gently nodded and bit her lip, Jensen nudged his forehead with hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“Mommy?” Finlay squawked from the doorway with his blanket tightly fisted in his hand dragging behind on the carpet.

Jensen bolted to his feet with [Y/N] in his arms, dropping to her pins she wiped her eyes and swiped her mouth. “What is it baby?”

“I need to go,” the shy four year old told his parents.

“You know where the toilet is,” Jensen said. Finlay nodded and went into the en suite without closing the door behind him. Jensen lightly sighed, “we still need to talk about this.”

“I know, but can we just have some time with the kids right now please?”

“Of course, we still have a movie to finish,” Jensen reminded her.

Jensen observed his kids in awe, the movie was over an hour long and not one of them had stirred besides toilet breaks, their eyes had been continuously glued to the tv determined to not miss a moment of the Scooby-Doo flick. He had picked Scooby because it was his wifes favourite cartoon and it was his silent way of comforting her when they weren’t on open-communication terms.

After their little spat in the bedroom the mood had lifted on the return to the living room, [Y/N] tucked into Jensens side on the sofa, her leg draped over his. Roe tucked herself in Jensens other side and Finlay, wanting to be close as possible to his mom plonked himself down on Jensens stomach, making sure to crush his balls for a moment in the adjustment process. Jade remained content on the floor surrounded by all the space in the world, she had her kingdom and she was happy.

The credits barely rolled when Jensen gently shouted “bath time!” Fin scampered off the sofa and bolted. Roes eyes widened and the sweetest ‘oh no’ slipped between her lips before she darted. “Y’know they don’t hate the bath, they just love being chased,” Jensen told [Y/N].

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled. 

“Right Jadey-baby what do you wanna watch now?” Jensen asked their eldest.

“Monsters Uni,” Jade mumbled.

“Monsters Inc University it is then,” Jensen confirmed as he played with the buttons guiding the tv to his command, Jade was enthralled immediately before the movie even started.

“Oh no daddy Ackles the twins are missing!” [Y/N] exaggerated in a playful tone as she eyed her husband.

“We’re gonna have to send out a search party then huh?” The twins giggled from separate hiding spots sending a bolt of love through their parents hearts. Knowing full well where the kids were Jensen announced they should look behind the kitchen island, seconds later a small giggle and soft footsteps danced through the air as Finlay found a new hiding spot.

Jensen threaded his fingers with [Y/N]s and directed her towards the kitchen then dipped behind the kitchen island and shouted ‘gotcha.’

“They’re not here,” [Y/N] feigned shock.

“We just need to look somewhere else, we’ll try under the kitchen table.” The feet of a chair dragged across the tiles making a hideous screeching noise, then the gentle pitter patter of feet darted across the room, Roe had run to her brother. “We’ve got them this time,” Jensen announced enthusiastically. “One, two, three...” the adults once again shouted ‘gotcha’ and pretended to be dumbfounded when they didn’t discover the twins.

“Oh no where are the babies,” [Y/N] exclaimed.

“We’re not babies!” Roe shouted leaving her hiding spot to challenge her mom.

“There they are!” [Y/N] alerted Jensen.

“Here we come,” Jensen warned the kids who grabbed each others hand and ran to the master bedroom in a fit of giggles and excited screams. Instead of instantly following them, the adults gave the kids some time to find a new hiding spot. “Right where we need them,” he said proud of their tactical ambush.

“Right where I need you too,” [Y/N] perched on her tip toes, stabled herself against his chest and kissed him with an almighty force but at the same time gingerly as if she was holding herself back, which she was because she wanted to devour him right there in the hallway.

“In bed or in the tub?” Jensen asked, curiosity sprinkling his voice.

“Maybe both,” [Y/N] pulled away, taking a few steps backwards she curled her finger instructing him to follow, which he obeyed without hesitation. Catching up to her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. She pecked his forearm that crossed her chest. As they shimmied through the doorway two lumps under the bed covers exposed the twins’ new hiding spot. “I’m sure they came in here,” [Y/N] said.

“Lets check the cupboard,” Jensen said while placing his finger over his lips then pointing to the bed. [Y/N] nodded agreeing to the silent surprise attack. They creeped forward then leaped on the edge of the bed, their hands capturing a kid and fingers tickling them into fits of giggles and prayers to stop. Jensen pulled back the sheet, “gotcha this time.”

“Nooo daddy,” Finlay chuckled as he struggled to all fours in an attempted to escape Jensen.

“You ready for a bath?” [Y/N] asked Roe who shuffled closer and wrapped her arms her moms neck while nodding, she loved bath time and a small chase was just something she did because Finlay liked it.

Finlay was off the bed and running in circles around the room, Jensen feigning annoyance that his son was faster than him. Fin always needed extra encourage for bath time, it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he was just a little odd and hated being naked, when he was a toddler the only way to calm him in the bath was for him to have his blanket in there too, luckily they had grown him out of that. [Y/N] worried her own issues were rubbing off on her kids, she hated being naked, ever since she could remember, the only time she feels safe enough to not care is with Jensen.

“How about we start the bath and hopefully by the time it’s done daddy’s caught Fin.”

“I want a fizzer,” Roe said. She meant the kid friendly mini bath bombs that exploded with spurts of colour and bubbled along the surface of the water. “But I’m picking.”

“You always pick.”

“Yeah cos Fin doesn’t behave,” her four year old daughter declared matter of factly.

“Y’know who he got that from?” Roe raised her brows. “Daddy.” 

“Yeah well, boys are dumb,” Roe said as her eyes rolled, she climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

[Y/N] couldn’t stifle the chuckle that burst in her stomach, kids were the funniest things and her heart swelled seeing her own so content. A screech from Finlay stole her attention, Jensen held their small son like a weight bar high in the air. “Be careful Jen,” she urged anxiously.

“Really babe?” He glared sinfully as if she’d said something extremely offensive, but lowered his arms to lessen her anxiety. “Have I ever dropped you?”

“No I know, just, y’know.”

“I know,” he reassured her with a cheeky wink. “I think daddy deserves a medal for catching the wild baby shark huh?”

“Nooooo!” Finlay shouted. “Mommy,” he pleaded for her help.

“Daddy’s right, he did a good job.” Her hand crawled over his shoulder and she whispered in his ear “I’ll give you something else you deserve later on.” Jensen gulped loudly and cleared his throat.

“C’mon I’m waiting,” Roe huffed from the doorway of the en suite with her arms folded.

“I’m ever so sorry madam,” Jensen said crossing the room with a worn out Fin relaxed in his arms. He was impressed and shocked to find out his four year old daughter had already twisted the knobs and blocked the drain to fill the bath. They were getting so big so fast, just the other day he could have sworn they were tiny little babies who screamed every time they were separated from each other. 

Jensen kept the kids busy picking toys to play with while [Y/N] corrected the temperature to an enjoyable but safe heat for the twins. “Clothes off, c’mon,” he instructed the twins.

“Daddy help,” Roe said with her pink shirt scrunched to her chest. Jensen helped Roe out of her clothes and scooped her up under the armpits then gently dropped her into the bath. “Daddy the fizzers.”

“You need to get washed first remember,” [Y/N] said over her shoulder before focusing her full attention on coaxing Finlay out of his clothes. He nibbled his fingers and stood frozen in his little dinosaur boxers. “C’mon baby shark, in and out okay?” He barely nodded then pushed his boxers down to his ankles. “Good boy,” [Y/N] praised him and kissed his head.

“Right little man lets get you in the tub,” Jensen said scooping Fin up and placing him in the water, just as he had done with Roe moments before. Bath time always had the same routine; the chase, play time in the tub then the battle between kids and parents to wash hair and bodies, then the coaxing out of the tub. Sometimes it was a short routine, thirty minutes maximum, but other times it could end up taking over a couple of hours to make it through the process. Both parents were relieved that the structure was smooth sailing tonight.

Jensen wrapped Fin in a towel and rubbed his body while expressing playful growls and grumbles, [Y/N] copied the action with Roe.

“Nooo, stop daddy. Let me go,” Finlay muttered as he fought the enclosure of the blue towel.

Jensen allowed the towel to crash to the floor, freeing Finlay who dashed through the apartment as Jensen followed behind accompanied by a cheeky cackle.

A bath and especially the excitement of a bath bomb always wiped Roe out, cradled half asleep, covered in the towel in her moms arms she floated to the bedroom. Almost depleted of every ounce of energy, Roe remained boneless on the bed while [Y/N] put her PJs on. Jensen had already got Finlay in his PJs and tucked into bed.

“Can I go to bed?” A yawning Jade asked from the doorway.

“Yeah c’mon baby,” Jensen said plumping up the pillows.

“Are you sure you wanna sleep on the floor Jade?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yeah I gotta watch over my brother and sister and keep them safe,” she said pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“Y’know you’re a really really good big sister, I’m proud of you pickle,” Jensen kissed her cheek softly.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you too Jadey,” Jensen said stroking her chin.

“Night mom, love you.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

[Y/N] and Jensen said I love you to the conked out twins, each blissfully unaware of the kisses from their parents. They hovered by the open door for a few minutes watching over their babies. Jensen tugged at her shoulder and pulled the door closed, leaving it slightly ajar so a streak of light slashed through the room.

“What do you say I run another bath, just for us?” Jensen asked one brow raised and cheekily curved mirroring the corner of his mouth.

“Sounds good to me.”

Despite them being fully naked and bodies flush against one another Jensen remained soft, this moment wasn’t sexual, it was raw, deep and unsettling. To comfort himself he pulled her close to his chest, resting his head on her shoulder. Finally finding his voice he gently asked “you gonna tell me what’s going on?” [Y/N] sighed heavily. “Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

“I know, I know, I just- don’t want to.”

“You need to baby.” Jensen assured her with words and a firm squeeze. [Y/N] folded forward allowing her forehead to rest uncomfortably against her knees. “What’re you struggling with?”

“Please- don’t make me say it,” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Okay, just yes or no, alright?” She nodded silently. “Are you having urges towards pills?”

“No,” she muttered while shaking her head.

“What about something sharp?” [Y/N] recoiled instantly attempting to shrink herself into non-existence, he only held her tighter. “It’s okay baby, I’m here.

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered through soft sobs.

Jensen forcibly manoeuvred her shoulders, twisting her body his fingers graced her chin as he commanded her to look at him. “I love you okay? I love you more than anything. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but now I know what you’re dealing with, we’ll go through it together. I’ve watched you grow and learn for fifteen years, trust me, you’re incredible and so strong, and you’re the only one I want to spend my life with.” [Y/N] crumpled into his chest and clutched him tight, he held her while she cried and kissed her temple until she was quiet again.

He spent time washing her hair, not that it needed cleaned, but it was a form of intimacy they’d shared for years. The gentle scraping of her scalp with his padded fingers as the shampoo bubbled, the way he made sure he’d scooped all of her hair, the way he pulled her head back and kissed her forehead as he combed her hair with conditioner coated fingers and then held her hair like a rope to rinse the products out, it was all so delicate. He gracefully pecked her water sprinkled skin every so often causing her to throw her head back and gasp when his teeth grazed the gratifying spot between her neck and shoulder.

When he bit a little harder she moaned in a way that clamped his balls and sent shivers down his spine. Her knees broke the surface of the water as she slipped deeper with an unforgiving grip on his thighs. Blindly finding his hand she clutched it with both of hers and dragged it to her breast, forcing his palm flat against her small chest she gripped his hand making him grab her tit. She dug her nails into his hand forcing him to squeeze harder to the point a guttural moan filled the bathroom. Desperate for his touch she found his other hand and guided it down her body, straight to her entrance where she bucked against his flat palm.

Arranging his fingers aimlessly, his middle digit curved enough to slip through her outer walls. Starved for more she grabbed his wrist and shoved him down, his finger dove deeper and she shuddered. The water sloshed as she pleasured herself with his hand.

“You’re gonna flood the bathroom,” he smirked.

“I don’t care.”

“Well I do, c’mon out.” [Y/N] huffed as she flipped over and sat on his thighs, her hand grasping his throbbing dick. “Contain yourself til we get into bed,” he told her.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, on the floor or against the wall,” she groaned into his ear.

“Because you’ll probably wake the kids-”

Knowing her husband was right she reluctantly released his dick and exited the tub with a sour face. Without grabbing a towel to dry off she headed straight for the bed. He pulled the plug and the water spiralled down the drain with a dull gargling echoing through the pipes. 

He entered the bedroom with his fingers trailing through his hair leaving it standing on end as droplets of water zigzagged down his skin. His dick stood mighty and proud, at attention and bobbed with each step closer, even from this distance she could see the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“C’mon baby,” she said holding out a limp wrist from her split-legged kneeling position on the bed. Jensen swallowed hard then dashed to the bed falling on top of her, his tongue hungrily playing with hers as their bodies rolled and their limbs tangled. [Y/N] mounted him, groaning when her bud rubbed against his shaft.

An unnerving bolt of lightening struck his core, jolting back he held his hands in the air. “No- nono, don’t do that.” That position, that moan, it was just like yesterday when she fucked him and that wasn’t going to happen tonight. They sat silent and still for a moment just looking at each other before she retreated from his lap to lay down on the bed, head against the pillow and legs split.

“Use me,” she said. His dick twitched and his jaw clenched. “C’mon do it,” she pushed.

With the fury of the pits of hell themselves fuelling his passion Jensen crushed both her wrists in one of his hands and slotted between her open thighs. Ravenous for full control he held back barks as she continued to goat him. “C’mon go for it-” 

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he snarled as his free hand clamped her mouth and nose tightly, leaving her with no viable way to breathe.

Despite having the utmost trust in Jensen, being in a position where she had absolutely no control paralyses her with fear, every single time. Only with him there’s a calm ocean to comfort the panic, a summers heat to engulf the anxiety and the most dazzling green eyes to sooth her soul.

Although never feeling calmer, [Y/N]s body responded naturally to receiving no oxygen, her limbs shuddered and rattled as she struggled under his bodyweight. When her eyes bulged and the tears formed, Jensen removed his hand allowing her to sharply inhale the forbidden breath. Coughing and panting she muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everythi-”

“You won’t be truly sorry until the kids aren’t around-” he threatened, “for now just stay quiet.”

Without hesitation Jensen plunged his swollen head into her wanting hole, breath snatched from her, she attempted to yell out. “What did I say?” His fingers tightened around her wrists, a warning to watch herself. After a gentle nod confirming she was still present and willing Jensen rocked his hips, his thick shaft dragged along her inner walls as her hole circled his girth tightly. “You’re gonna lay there a take it,” he told her while adamantly driving his length deeper into her at a frantic pace. 

[Y/N]s betrayal burned through him like an unstoppable wildfire on the hottest day of the summer, he was drained and bone-dry, every inch available to catch alight and disintegrate between her legs and lips. He wanted to scream at her at the top of his lungs, call her a bitch, wrap his hand around her throat until she was scratching at him to let her go, shove her face into the floor as he fucked her from behind and used her like she used him, but instead he shelved those needs and nibbled on her ear. “I’ll make it fucking hurt,” he hissed before letting go of the reigns and pounding into her unforgivingly. 

His thrusts were so violent and fast she couldn’t catch a breath, her lungs burned as much as her hammered entrance was filled to capacity. He kept her wrists bound in his hand, his other hand forcing her down into the mattress with fingertips digging into her hip reminding her where she was and what was happening.

A purely animalistic growl burst from Jensen. “Fuckin’ hell!” It wasn’t a lust fuelled wanton outpour, it was a heart splitting in two devastated whine. The bones in her wrists cracked when he squeezed tighter, his hips bucked harder and relentlessly plunged his stone column into her deepest spot over and over again. Finally, her hip sang with freedom from his grip, but the pillow beside her started squealing as it took a beating. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”Jensen shouted with one last hefty punch to the pillow as he completely stilled between her legs. “I can’t,” he said between deep pants, “this isn’t- I need to hold you, make sure you don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said before kissing his taught jaw softly and rolling her hips to manoeuvre his dick inside her, “my whole world is right here.” 

Jensen buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply as if he knew he wouldn’t have the capability to smell soon. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” His hands crushed her body in a brutal embrace as he held her closer and rocked his hips in time with hers trying to get impossibly close, close enough to become one. 

“I love you too,” she groaned into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry-”

“Ssshhh baby,” he whispered trailing his hand between their bodies, “it’s okay, let me make you feel good.”

“Oh f-,” she whined when his fingertips graced her clit and pushed the button to wind the coil buried deep inside of her. 

Barely rocking and without an inch of space between them they fast approached their climax, while embraced in each others arms both parties were terrifyingly afraid to let go in case the other would vanish into thin air. 

“Jensen, please-” she begged unable to dangle on the edge any longer, she needed to hit the peak with him, tumble through the comedown in his arms, know they were alright and everything was going to be okay. 

Desperate for the weight to be lifted off his shoulders Jensen rubbed her clit furiously while maintaining a strict, tight rhythm of thrusts. 

It all happened so fast, his needy declarations of love, his perfectly timed assault against her core and his hands tightening in her hair, it tipped her over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure dismantled her brain, rocked her body and shook her soul making her scream loud enough for God to hear as her orgasm ripped through her.

Enamoured by her wails Jensen was thrust into his own climax, he roared just as loud as she had when he exploded, his load painted her inner walls as he stilled inside of her until the very last drop of his seed dribbled out his swollen tip and was eaten by her hungry pussy.

“Fuck babe,” he mumbled into her neck between soft kisses as he rolled them through the comedown.

Her mouth was open, limbs were limp and eyes rolling back as he slipped his softening length from her hole. “I love you Jensen,” she moaned as he retreated letting the cool air nip her skin.

“I love you too baby,” he said, rolling over and pulling her into his chest, then before settling himself he made sure she was entirely covered by the sheet. “G’night.”

“Night,” she muttered already almost asleep.

Dampened thuds and muffled cries jolted [Y/N] and Jensen awake from the sweet paradise of sleep.

“Fuck we forgot to unlock the door,” she muttered still half asleep trying to find her way out of the bedsheet and Jensens limbs. Untangling herself she searched in the dark and flicked the light on, leaping out of bed she covered herself in Jensens shirt that lay on the floor from the day before.

The cries were coming from Finlay, his tell tail hitching of his breath eluding to his identity. “I’m coming baby,” she said while throwing Jensens boxers at him.

Darting to the bedroom door, the lock clicked and when she pulled the thick wooden plank open Finlay fell to his hands and knees at her feet. “What’s wrong baby?” She bent down and scooped him into her arms immediately.

“I hear the monsters,” Finlay said, fear overpowering his wide eyes. [Y/N] suspected he was hearing the fairly harsh wind outside, typically she’d take him back to his bed, make him feel better and coax him to stay while she returned to bed with Jensen, but tonight she was beyond exhausted and her emotions were extremely fragile, she didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

“Right c’mon baby, lets go to bed,” she smiled.

Jensen reached over and hugged her waist urging her back to bed. “What’s going on you guys?”

“Monsters,” Finlay said.

[Y/N] settled beside Jensen and both parents opened their arms inviting him in, but Fins brows were still furrowed and eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

“I want to be in the middle so the monsters can’t get me,” he said.

Jensen instantly rebounded and created space.“C’mon then buddy,” he said, “get in here.”

Finlay smiled wide and dived in, he scooted his back against Jensens torso and then rested his head on [Y/N]s chest, covering himself with his trusty blanket as he squeezed between his parents. 

“Night little man,” Jensen said.

“Night daddy, night mommy,” Finlay muttered.

“Night baby,” [Y/N] kissed her sons forehead. Jensens firm hold on her dragged her back to sleep and she slept soundly in her boys arms for six straight hours.

[rockandroobuckaroll]

Just a rant to get some stuff off my chest.

I don't even know if I have the words to say how I feel at the moment. I just feel at the end of my tether. I've been working practically nonstop these past six months with only either one or two days off a week that are very rarely in a row. I'm so burnt out I can't bring myself to do stuff that I actually want to do when I do have time off, because i want to spend that time catching up on sleep or just sitting around and resting because I don't have the energy to do what I want to do.

But I also can't take holiday off from work because I'm only on a four hour contract. So rather than earning my usual roughly £250 a week I'll be earning a solid £38 and it's just not financially viable. At the same time I feel like I need to, just to have some time to cool down from the stress of going from losing my old job, to gaining two jobs a week later, to then being to busy to do my second job, to being promoted to an assistant manager that I really don't feel qualified to do. I just feel so overwhelmed and incompetent at what I do.

My depression and overall mental health has been at an all time low recently, which is staggering considering my past and two acts on my life by now. I honestly don't know how I'm still functioning. It feels like I'm in survival mode constantly, but whenever something happens my mind just fogs over and I can't think straight at all. Like the other week I was trying to count the tills at work when the stupid cash counter started playing up, so I told the other manager I was on with just to let him know I might be running late because of the dumbass machine. He then proceeded to sit in the office with me watching and my mind just completely seized up to the point where I forgot how to work the stupid thing. All you have to do is pile the notes on it then remove them once you're done and I couldn't think straight enough to even do that. I just felt so stupid in the moment. And even though he's nice enough not to say anything I couldn't help but feel like he was honestly surprised that I managed to get the assistant managers job... even if I only applied because I felt like I had to. I didn't actually expect to get it.

So work is going poorly, I can't do anything in my free time because I'm too exhausted and I haven't even got round to my s/h habits coming back tenfold and my ED being worse than it's ever been. I physically can't force myself to eat if I'm having a bad day and at the moment that's all I seem to be having. But I've reached the point where I feel sick because I'm not eating, but then if I do eat something I feel sick because I've eaten, if that makes any sense. This constant state really isn't helping with me being able to think clearly either but I can't do anything about it to stop it. And to top it all off both my laptop is nearly in two and I dropped my phone and cracked all the screen yesterday so that's going to be an expensive fix.

I don't know, I just feel so useless and overwhelmed and just fed up with everything. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't talk to people about it because I don't really know the people at work that well, I dont have any friends that live near me anymore and my parents are the kinds of people that don't believe in mental health issues and think it's all just a cry for attention. I'm just tired I guess.

[v3nusxsky]

I'm so sorry for the multiple requests it just hasn't been a fun time recently and your fics are such comfort reads <3

If you don't mind could I please request a lesso x dovey x ever reader fic where r has been struggling with an eating disorder and nobody is aware but their ed gets worse around holidays/big events where there's lots of people/food. Maybe they find r crying on the floor of a bathroom with blood on their mouth from throwing after a fancy dinner? But I'm giving you full control of the plot so feel free to completely ignore my suggestion I just really need some fluff in there, thank you so much!

Let us help you| h&c

*Authors note~ my darling here you gooooo*

Trigger warning~ Ed

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Of course it would get worse now, it was just typical really. You tired your hardest to get better, to heal, but the negative thoughts wouldn’t leave you. Taunting you every time the could. You hated the idea of seeing your body, nothing fit well enough and you just felt as if you were too skinny or too fat. There’s no middle for you. Most the days it was too fat so you’d reduce your intake of food, often eating for appearances and then forcing yourself to throw the food up when you returned to the safety of your dorm.

The schools for good and evil always held an annual ball, where you’d have some nice food and dance until your feet hurt, typically for the Evers it was the night you found your partner for the summer ball. For the Nevers it was an opportunity to spike the punch and cause some mischief. Your girlfriend Leonora, and her friend Dovey were constant in your life. Leonora often asked Clarissa to keep an eye on you when you were in her half of the school as she knew kids could be cruel to you. Both women had become worried about you recently so you knew how important it was to keep the pretence up.

The food came and your panic rose, truly you didn’t know how you’d get through the meal, but you did. Small bites and taking your time you managed to finish the plate. Only when everyone began to dance did you slip away.

In tears, you made your way to your dorm, guilt eating away at your stomach as the thoughts got louder. Impossibly loud, all you could do was whimper for them to stop. You needed them to go away. The only way to make them go was to get rid of the food and you knew that, but you didn’t want to upset your Nora. You wanted to get better for her.

You were busy, you didn’t hear the two women enter the dorm, after your disappearance from the ball the instantly became worried and set off to find you. You just wanted them to stop. Your choked sobs combined with the wrenching sounds coming from your bathroom were a dead giveaway that that’s where you were and what you were doing.

“Oh dove!” Leonora murmured coming to move your hair back from your face only to spot the specks of blood on your lips. “No no no need to get it gone” you whimpered attempting to urge again only to be stopped by Clarissa, “oh no no it’s okay let’s move away okay?”

“Sweetheart you’re bleeding please!” Leonora pleaded with you which caused your heart to shatter as you broke down in tears. “N n Nora a s orry want them stop” you whimpered throwing yourself in her arms. “Darling, it’s okay we aren’t mad at you” dovey murmured as Leonora stroked your hair and rocked you soothingly. “Don’t apologise love it’s okay, let us help you.” Lesso mumbled pressing kisses to your head. A simplistic nod was all they were given before exhaustion took over.

[spadecentral]

is it okay if i request a teen mc being comforted from a traumatic memory?

ive just been having an off day, sorry.

🤗 Trauma Comfort | Obey Me

>> requested: yes >> a/n: I’m so sorry that you had a bad day, hopefully the rest of your week goes in a better direction! <3

>> masterlist: pact maker >> summary: ​Teen!MC gets comforted from a traumatic memory >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): mentions of an ED and self worth issues

Lucifer:

Doing his work and decided to take a break

Walking past the bedrooms making sure Levi wasn’t still up playing video games when he heard muffled sobs from your room

Instantly worried

Hurriedly walks over to your door and knocks using the back of his pointer finger

When you don’t respond he slowly opens the door

“MC?”

He scans the room and finds a lump under your sheets

Assuming that it’s you, Lucifer slowly makes his way over and sits on the edge of your bed

He slowly lifts the comforter cocoon off of your head to find your tear-streaked face still pouring

His face instantly goes soft and he politely asks is you would like a hug

If you accept it, he’ll gladly let you

If you deny, he’ll just sit next to you

If you want to talk about it, he’ll gladly listen to you and make tiny motions with his head to let you know that he’s listening (while stroking your hair if if you’re hugging)

But if you don’t he’ll just nod his head  and sit there for a while with you before leaving and coming back with a warm drink

The next week, Lucifer will be keeping more of a look out for you than before, seeing if there are any special triggers that he could try to help you avoid

“If you ever need anything, I’m right here.”

Mammon:

The lad doesn’t even know what’s coming

He was just about to barge into your room like normal, but he noticed it was locked

“MC? Lemme in will ya?” He said before noticing the sniffles coming from the other side of the door

“Not to...” You coughed, your throat dry from crying. “Today, Mammon.”

He didn’t know what to do

He wanted to go in and give you a big fat hug but at the same time wanted to respect your boundaries

So he sat on the floor next to your door and waited for you

He sat as you cried and hiccuped and almost threw up

When you opened up your door the next day, you saw Mammon asleep on the floor next to your room

When he woke up and noticed you awake too, he immediately got up and pulled you into a ginormous bear hug

“Why didn’t ya tell me ya were having a rough go of it?” He whispered into your ear as you both stood in the hallway. “I’m yer first man! Ya can tell me anythin’, alright?”

All you could do was nod in his embrace 

Leviathan:

You two were playing games together 

Something quite dark though

Like Omori or something of that nature

And the scene triggered a thought from a really bad time in your life

And you just started bawling

“H-hey, what’re you crying for? Henry?”

You sniffled as you tried to rid your eyes of any tears but they just kept coming, and you curled yourself into a ball

“U-uh...” Levi hurriedly stands up and grabs you before setting you down in his bathtub

He tries to make it as cozy as possible for you before tentatively stepping it the porcelain with you

They awkwardly just sits there and fiddles with the corner of the blanket you’re wrapped up in

Sooner or later he asks you if you’re open to a hug

Literally will stay with you the whole night and the next morning when you wake up you both will be in a cuddling position

“You deserve better than this.”

Satan:

Sir was prepared

Read up on what to do, so when he heard you crying in the far corner of his library, he came running

Right before he turned the corner to see you he slowed his pace down to a walk

“MC, hey...”

Slowly takes your book out of your hands so it doesn’t get tear stains on it

Just of just takes your hands and squeezes them to let you know that he’s there for you

“Whenever you want to talk about it, just let me know. I’m not going anywhere.”

Asmodeus:

Asmo was on their way to ask to do your makeup 

Any pronoun (mostly he) Asmo headcanon 

About to barge into your room and announce his presence when they notice a sniffle

Almost immediately opens the door 

He’s concerned for his friend-that-is-like-a-sibling

Finds you rocking back and forth in your floor with tears streaming down your face

“Oh no! Baby...” he softly grabbed your cheeks and wiped away your tears with their thumbs

He brought you close to herself and hugged you

Brought out a handkerchief that he always has and gave it to you

Rubs your back

Complains the next day about the tear stains on his shirt an your puffy eyes

But he’s still genuinely concerned and takes extra time to make sure you’re following healthy habits

"You're too (pretty/handsome) to be crying, MC."

Beelzebub:

You both were hanging in the kitchen

He kept asking you for food but if you didn’t respond within three seconds he would eat it in front of you

This triggered some ED and self-worth memories that were not eased by your parents

Your breathing grew shallow as your pupils dilated and made your vision blurry

As Beel was about to ask you if you wanted one of the few leftover things in the fridge, he saw you crying

Immediately stops rummaging in the fridge

Hurries over to your side and lightly touches your shoulder

Doesn’t want to hurt you by hugging you

If you do hug him he’ll just kind of stand there with you in his arms

If you flinch away he’ll kind of pout before going into the kitchen

Makes you something to eat

He doesn’t know what’s wrong but he’s just trying to help

"You don't have to try to be perfect with us, we'll love you anyway."

Belphegor:

Just wanted to sleep in his attic

But when he heard crying in it he sort of groaned

He opened the door to seeing you in the far corner of the room, silently rocking back-and-forth

He tightens his grip on his pillow slightly before walking up to you and grabbing your hands

Pulls your legs away from your torso and lays down on top of them, placing your hands in his hair

It felt nice to help him coax himself to slee (not that he needs it), and it gives you a point to focus on and de-stress with

Just comfortable silence all around

Diavolo:

You two are usually chaotic together so he noticed something was off when you didn't come to see him at the front of RAD that morning

Went in search of you

But Levi's game activated

And you got lost

And started panicking

So when he finds you he just wraps you in a tight embrace

You both just stand there swaying from side-to-side while tears stain Diavolo's uniform

Boss Man Cheers you up

Lucifer starts to scold you for ruining Diavolo's shirt until he steps in

im sorry, i didnt have the time to put in the four other characters! i hope at least one of your favorites were in that group

[blitzturtles]

Title: Repercussions (Ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death / OFMD

Pairing(s): Steddyhands

Summary: For a prompt on the kink meme: Izzy is not okay following the loss of his toe. This can manifest in any number of ways: difficulty maintaining his balance, pain, phantom pain, maybe even an infection because the wound never healed correctly? Whether you want to go mild or more extreme, I'm not picky.

I just want Izzy hurting and a guilt-ridden Ed (+Stede) to take care of him, above Izzy's protests that caring for him like this is 'beneath him.

Notes: Set a bit into the future wherein Steddyhands is an established throuple. Prompt found here.

Thank you so much to my two betas Nordic_Witch_of_the_Books and tortellini!

Trigger/content warnings for mentions of drug use (for medical purposes), the toe thingTM, descriptions of injury, and home surgery.

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Izzy’s pulled from a restless sleep by a searing, pulsing pain. Fire licks at the sole of his foot, spreading inward, deep into the flesh. His foot contracts in response, toes curling painfully. His back arches off of the bed, and his fingers grasp at the sheets beneath him so desperately that he thinks he might just tear right through them. It’s little consolation for the pain that blossoms from the mess of healing tissue that makes up the space where his little toe had once been.

Belatedly, he thinks of his leathers, of something he can bite into. It won’t detract from the pain, but it would keep him quiet, and that’s a precious ability that he’s lacking at the moment. No matter how hard he tries to swallow down the sounds that bubble up his throat, they still manage to escape, muffled yet undeniable.

His only relief is knowing that he is alone. There is no warmth to his left nor to his right, and the cabin is eerily silent, save for his own pained noises. If he were anything other than utterly alone right now, he would have already been made aware of it. Thank God for small favors.

With tremendous effort, he forces himself to sit up, hands grasping at his calf, as if he can massage away the worst of the pain. If he can at least stop the cramping, then maybe the rest will be more manageable.

Except it doesn’t help at all.

His foot seizes up again, forcing his toes to flex downward until it feels as though they couldn’t possibly be wrenched back into place. Even in its absence, the stub of flesh attempts to tighten, and it’s a burning, sucking, agonizing sensation that feels endless, ricocheting throughout his foot and up his leg. He feels it in his hips, for fuck’s sake, and it’s all he can do to bite into the meaty flesh between his thumb and forefinger and cry until his face is a mess of snot and tears. His cheeks are red, eyes puffy and bloodshot. He knows what he must look like, and, again, he finds solace in being left to his misery on his own. The thought of the Captain—or worse, Stede—seeing him like this makes his already nauseated stomach churn violently.

And, because he’s never really been a good man or a particularly godly one, at that, God forsakes him in that moment when the door to the cabin opens and a cheery voice starts in on him, grating his already frayed nerves in an impossible way.

“Good morn—oh, oh dear.”

“Out,” Izzy tries to say—or growl. He fails at both.

“No,” Stede answers, “No, I don’t think so.” He makes his way to the bed, only pausing long enough to deposit a tray he had been holding. Izzy takes note of the food piled on it, and the nausea somehow worsens, like his stomach is crawling up through his throat to try and deposit itself onto his lap before he can do anything about it.

“Your foot, I take it?” Stede asks as he gets close enough to see the bandages that are still wrapped around Izzy’s foot. Izzy isn’t holding it, hands still grasped firmly at his calf, but it’s an easy enough assumption to make. The damn thing won’t heal. Roach had to open it back up to cut infection out of it, and it’s been a nightmare ever since. Not that it had been going all that well before. An infection, particularly when it’s pressed up against exposed bone, is fucking excruciating. To the point that Izzy hadn’t been able to walk for a time.

“Brilliant fucking guess,” Izzy snarls. He doesn’t mean it, not really, but he hurts. He’s been shot, stabbed, damn near gutted, and somehow this is worse. An unending sort of misery that offers no reprieve. He could laugh, thinking back on it. He wonders if the Kraken had an inkling of an idea of what he truly inflicted upon his First Mate, and he can already see the way Ed would flinch away at such an accusation. It brings the bile back up his gullet.

Stede hums quietly, but otherwise doesn’t respond to the vitriol Izzy spits at him. He’s long since gotten used to the prickly parts of Izzy (which happen to be all of Izzy’s parts). “I can go get—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Izzy means it to come out more threatening than it does. As it stands, it sounds more like a plea spoken between inhaled gasps and choked off sobs. For a moment, he is nothing but pain, mind whited out with it, and it’s all he can think about until Stede speaks up again.

“He’s going to find out sooner rather than later,” Stede says, but he doesn’t push the issue. “May I?” He indicates to Izzy’s leg, and there’s a moment where Izzy considers telling him to fuck off. He doesn’t want to be seen right now, much less touched. There’s a chance that any movement might make his foot worse, and he’s terrified at the sheer prospect of that.

Instead of rejection, Izzy gives a helpless, half-shoulder shrug. Stede’s helped in the past. Always seems to know where to put his stupidly soft hands. There’s not much Izzy has to lose here. He’s in Hell already, and his dignity is casually floating to the bottom of the ocean with every tear that he sheds.

“Right then,” Stede moves to slide onto the edge of the bed, careful to not bounce the mattress. The last thing Izzy needs is for his leg to be jostled.

Carefully, Stede reaches out with his hands and places them just below Izzy’s. His thumbs press into either side of Izzy’s calf and work small circles. It’s not the root of the problem, his leg, but the whole thing is a tangle of triggers. The nerve pain comes from the missing toe. Both the stump of it and the non-existent hurt equally, and they cause the rest of his foot to tense horrifically. That same tension extends up his leg, though part of the pain he experiences in his leg is from improper care. Apparently there’s an actual science behind the length of a cane, and using the wrong height has caused a domino effect where his legs each tried to compensate for his injury in different, rather unhealthy ways. In short, it’s his own fucking fault he’s like this.

“None of that, now,” Stede whispers, fingers working bloody magic as they go. It’s enough to get the muscles to relax a touch.

“Wha—?” Izzy croaks, confusion evident on his face.

Stede pauses in his ministrations long enough to wipe at the tears tracking down Izzy’s cheeks. “You’re upsetting yourself with whatever nonsense is going on in here,” he taps Izzy on the brow, right between his eyes. It’s a distraction, and it works. For a moment, but then Izzy is jerking backwards, pulling his leg with him and trying to press it as close to his chest as he can. A litany of curses fall from his mouth.

“—Easy, Israel, breathe. Just like that, there’s a love,” Stede says in a quiet murmur. He’s somehow gotten behind Izzy, using himself to prop Izzy up with Izzy’s back against his chest. Izzy doesn’t remember moving or being moved, but the agony is only now beginning to subside, allowing him to think beyond the throb of his foot.

Instinct is what Izzy will blame later, should anyone ask about the way he curls into Stede, body turning just sideways enough to tuck his head into the other man’s neck. He smears tears and snot across Stede’s collar, but Stede doesn’t hesitate to bring a hand up to the back of Izzy’s head, cradling it gently in his grasp.

Stede’s still whispering gentle nothings. Quiet assurances and promises that he likely can’t keep. Izzy doesn’t call him on it, can’t be bothered to be argumentative in this state. It’s been months of this, and he’s just so goddamn tired. He’s too old for this, body unwilling to handle such a simple injury (he can hear Stede protesting to Izzy framing it that way. Any time an injury gets infected, it’s far from simple. It can be a death sentence in their world).

Stop crying. It’s just the pinky.

Izzy flinches at the memory. The manic glee of having Blackbeard back had only driven him so far, about as far as it took him to realize that he hadn’t gotten Blackbeard back at all. He’d unleashed something far worse, and it’s precisely why he refuses to share in this Hell with Ed.

But, then, life has never cooperated with him. He’s always had to wring everything out of it with his bare hands and the occasional teeth. It’s why Ed barges in, unannounced, and face only barely hiding the mild alarm he must be feeling at having Stede disappear for so long without warning.

Izzy doesn’t need to see to know the exact moment that Edward freezes. He comes to a stuttering stop, damn near tripping himself over his bad knee in the process, and Izzy can hear the way it grinds the same way he can hear Ed bite back a grunt.

“Iz?”

Izzy curses, hands immediately wiping at his face as quickly as he can. Fuck the pain. He’s not ruining Ed’s day over this shit. He can push past it, get himself up and moving and out on deck like usual. He doesn’t need Bonnet to baby him, and he doesn’t need to be blubbering like a child over an old wound, even if it does hurt worse now than it had at the time he’d gotten it.

“No, wait—Iz, Izzy,” Ed’s surprisingly fast, given his knee, already across the room in what seems like three steps at most. He’s pulling at Izzy’s wrists—gently, so as to not inflict anymore pain on him—and doing his best to put himself in Izzy’s line of vision. Whatever expression he’s going for, it fails to hide the horror in Ed’s eyes. The guilt. It’s so obvious that Izzy thinks anyone would see it. “Look at me, Iz. What can we do?” What can I do? How can I repent?

“I don’t know,” Izzy breathes, and he means it. He doesn’t know. Everything is fire, burning him from the inside out, and his leg is pulled too tight, drawing his foot along with it. He wants nothing more than for them to leave.

“Laudanum?”

“No,” Izzy answers immediately. The shit makes everything but the pain worse, and, while it takes that away, it’s not worth it. He can’t do it. He’ll be sick for days the moment he stops taking it, and that brings about its own sort of agony.

“Rum? We’ve got great shit from that last raid.” Izzy knows that already. He’s not entirely useless like this. He can still do inventory, and he knows damn well that that rum had been squirreled away by the two Captains for better times. For celebration and not for relief, yet Ed doesn’t even wait for an answer before he goes to pull it out of its hiding place.

Izzy’s trying his best to work up some sort of response, one that’s at least half-expletives, but Stede’s rubbing up and down his arm with one hand and gently scratching at his scalp with the nails of his other. It’s enough to get him to relax some, though he tenses only seconds later as another wave of pain passes through him.

Ed comes back with the bottle in hand, and he holds it to Izzy’s lips despite the already dying protests. Izzy never has been able to deny Ed for long.

“There you go, keep going, love,” Ed says, voice so quiet and sweet that it kills Izzy a little inside. He doesn’t know how to handle this, and it’s been months since the three of them became three and not two. The pet names are something else entirely; Izzy doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to those, but it does a good job of drawing him out of his own head for a moment.

Izzy’s vaguely aware of the fact that he hasn’t stopped crying. There are new tears replacing those that he attempted to wipe away. Neither Captain draws attention to it.

“Ed, darling, trade with me?” Stede asks from above Izzy. He presses his cheek against the top of Izzy’s head before pressing a gentle kiss over the same spot. He moves then, shifting so Ed can slide in right behind him and let Izzy rest against his chest. Stede returns to the foot of the bed to once more take Izzy’s leg between his hands.

Silence passes between them, with the only exception being the tiny, hiccupping breaths and the occasional gasp from Izzy. Stede redoubles his efforts from earlier, fingers working into the meat of Izzy’s calf. Ed’s fingers find their way into Izzy’s hair, working through the strands that have grown out over the last few months. Izzy’s grumbled about a haircut more than once, but Ed’s yet to help him with it.

“I’m sorry,” Ed breathes against the top of Izzy’s head. “I’m sorry. I—” He chokes up, unable to say much else, though Izzy can imagine it would be a repetitive, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, if Izzy were to allow it.

Izzy shakes his head, unable to vocalize a response. Ed doesn’t owe him anything. He shouldn’t be in here right now. The same could be said about Stede. Izzy doesn’t need this. He can handle himself.

“You think too much,” Ed says in a quiet little whisper. He almost sounds like he could laugh, if he weren’t on the verge of shedding tears of his own.

“Ah, I’m afraid I already told him as much. He didn’t quite listen to me, though, did he?” It might have been a complaint, if Stede’s tone weren’t sickeningly fond. Izzy can barely stand it, the two of them talking over him like this, each determined to distract him from the burning in his foot and leg.

“Don’t think he ever does, mate,” and this time Ed actually does laugh. It’s a quiet, short-lived thing, but Izzy finds himself pressing closer to Ed, trying to absorb the rumble of his chest into his own being.

“What a shame,” Stede answers dramatically, but he hasn’t stopped with Izzy’s leg. It’s actually beginning to relax more and more, causing the tendons in his foot to do the same.

Izzy takes another swig from the bottle and flips the both of them his middle finger. One to share between the two. He gets laughter out of both of them. It’s—nice. The whole thing. Once you get past the burning, nauseating pain. They rarely get moments like these. With the three of them together, wrapped around each other. Izzy hates the reason behind it, but he can't bring himself to really resent the time spent with his two Captains.

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay I got a request (which you don’t have to write) but um…could you maybe possibly write a little fic for the Holiday season?

I saw your reblog of BTAS Eddie in his Santa suit and now I kinda want a smut fic with him in his Santa suit.

Do with this information what you will. 😘😂💚

A/N: asdfghj ok anon same brain same brain. Cause every time I see more panels of him in the Santa suit my mind goes brrrr lmao. Thank you, anon for indulging me without even realizing it 💚 plus I'm always down bad to write about my husband. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time back into smut after my wee break and so sorry for the abrupt ending I wasn't sure how to end it rip…

Trigger Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content (cock-warming, piv intercourse (reader is gn but has breasts and a vagina), roleplaying?, human furniture? Kinda sorta…I dunno I’m trying some new ideas here rip help), dirty talk, and denial

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Nicely Naughty

You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Ready to call it a night in your green chemise nightie, when you heard the front door open to your apartment. 

You walked down the hallway to the door. "Eddie?" You called out. 

"Hmm…not quite, darling." A deep voice answered back. 

You quirked your eyebrow as you rounded the corner. Despite speaking lower, you could still tell it was your Ed. 

"Eddie what are you…oohh." A sly smile grew across your face as you took in the sight before you.

"Good evening, my dear…I see you're still awake." Edward greets in a low hearty voice, tipping an iconic Santa hat at you. 

You walk over to him, taking in his rich red suit and leather belt. When you got up to Ed, you tucked your fingers into the belt and pulled him closer to you. 

"Where'd you find this?" You asked in a sweet whisper.

Something about the way you looked at him and spoke…made Eddie drop the voice. "Wasn't particularly hard to find, and I remember you saying something about me being dastardly handsome in red.."

"And I was right." You leaned back to take another once over.

"So…Mr…?"

"You may still refer to me as Riddler…" Ed smirked. "While ol' Kris Kringle rewards the good little boys and girls…I, The Riddler, test them to see if they truly deserve to be on the nice list."

You gasped. "You don't think I've been nice, Mr. Riddler?" 

Edward tsked. "Afraid not darling, in fact…" He leans beside your face. His lips centimeters from your ear. "...you've been the naughtiest of them all…" 

You giggled as the sensation of his breath on your ear tickled. "It's not my fault, Mr. Riddler…my husband's insatiable!" 

"Now, now, shifting blame won't do you any good…even if it's partially true." 

You cross your arms in feign defiance. "What can I do to get on your nice list..Mr. Riddler?" You asked, feigning innocence. 

Edward put his hand to his chin, tapping it, as if actually thinking of a solution he didn't already have. 

"I have one idea, my dear…" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was absolute torture. 

Some kind of sweet surprise this turned out to be. 

You were straddling Edward's lap, backwards and naked. His cock comfortably nestled inside of you as you try your best not to squirm for friction or squeeze your walls for pressure. 

Meanwhile, Riddler was painstakingly writing his so-called "naughty or nice" list on your back. 

Ed pinched your back or started from the top of your back with his list every time you shifted. 

You were slowly but surely losing what was left of your nerves. Hours have crept on by, what was probably more like thirty minutes. 

B-A-T-M-A-N and then a line across it. 

R-O-B-I-N and then another line through it. 

You swear, you could actually feel the lines of his fingers on your skin with how repetitive and consistent his touch was along your back. 

He continued to write a couple more names, now more towards familiar colleagues…

S-C-A-R-E-C-R-O-W and a little checkmark. 

You bit your lip, trying to refrain from whining or mewling…or else that will cause him to start all over again. 

M-A-D. A pause. H-A-T-T-E-R. A checkmark. 

"You're doing so good for me, darling…you'll make The Nice List just in time for Christmas." 

H-A-R-L-E-Y. A pause. Q-U-I-N-N. A checkmark. 

You cared less about some damn list and more about getting off. 

Edward placed his head along your shoulder, nestled against the side of yours. He began planting small sweet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

You couldn't take it anymore. The knot in the bottom of your gut was churning. Waiting for something to happen. 

"E-eddie…" You breathlessly muttered. 

Ed groaned. "Yes, darling?"

"P-Please…baby…I-I can't ah-" 

Edward took his index finger and poked his nail into your skin. He dragged his fingernail lightly across your back. 

Familiar letters he wrote into your skin…in your lust filled haze you were able to make out the letters of your name. Along with miniscule little drawings of hearts beside it. 

He whispered in a husky tone. "You've done well, I'm impressed, dearest." 

Edward pinned your wrists, that were keeping you steady on the bed, to your back. He held your wrists down against your back with your arms crossed. 

He kissed your cheek. "Time for your present…" 

Before you could think of a response, he started thrusting deep inside you, deeper than you thought he could get. 

You were a moaning and panting mess. Trying to keep up with his almost maniac pace. You felt weak against him, with no way to support yourself having your arms restricted. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. 

You tried to grind yourself down onto him and meet him whenever he thrusted fully inside of you, trying to get some kind of instance of control or more friction between you two. 

The build-up, the teasing; the torturous feeling of being filled but not fulfilled…it was all too much. 

"E-E-Eddie…Eddie…ffff please, please don't stop.." 

He didn't stop but he did slow down, in order for his brain to compute a response. 

"I-I…hah…c-could never…" Ed panted. As he let your arms go, they fell to the side as you began to regain feeling in them again. "F-feel so good…dear." 

Edward steadily grew his pace back up again. You were practically bouncing on top of him at this point. One of your hands went up to the back of his head, to pull him closer to you. His teeth latched onto the apex of your neck and shoulder as he kept bucking into you like an animal. 

Your other hand traveled down to your flared and sensitive bundle of nerves just below your Mound. You began frantically but carelessly swiping your fingers across your clit. Searching for that precipice of pleasure that's been bubbling since you first sat on his cock. 

You were so busy chasing your climax. You barely felt a pair of slender fingers brushing your hand to the side and replacing your sloppy motions with more concise and controlled rotations around your clit. 

Nothing could stop the small whimpers, cries, and moans that poured out of you. 

A complete cacophony of your desires from filling up the room. You were somehow able to also make out Edward's erotic grunts and huffs as he keeps his relentless pace, making your walls squeeze him that much tighter each time. 

"E-Ed-Eddie…" Your pants became silent cries as you finally reached your climax. 

Your walls choked Edward's cock as your tightened walls finally caused him to cum as well. Milking his load for all it's worth. 

Ed's hands came up to your legs and up to your arms and back down again, in order to calm the physically pleasurable quakes all along every limb of your body and atom of nerves. 

You leaned your body back into his, exhausted but finally satisfied with the relief you were desperate for mere hours ago. 

Edward chuckled softly at your exhausted state. He pecked your temple as he leaned you both back into the mattress of your bed. 

"I must really look good in red, hm?" 

You snickered softly. "Eddie, you look good in anything…but I'll always prefer you in nothing." You smirked as you leaned deeper into his chest before slowly dozing off.