#would affectionately pat it while he sleeps on his side

[temeyes]

with all the tasty ghost belly on my feed, all i can think about is this,,,

[urstruly-ghst]

cool w you ?! - dorm leaders

in which you, the most nonchalant of all, turn out to be a big softie around them.

requested ask !

cw: established relationships

riddle rosehearts

riddle found that you were really not that expressive, quite quickly, in the first few months of knowing you. it was jarring, especially when you turned comfortable now, you were cooing and smiling. this felt like he had an alter ego for a partner, you were blushing and giggling as he enjoyed your company and affection. but, honestly, was he to complain?

the favorite moments he had with you were mixed, there were many moments he wished you showed more. riddle finds it cute whenever you "baby talk" him. showing affection as if he does deserve it amidst the horrible actions he had done and what had be done to him.

"heyyy there's my shining star. my roseeee" you drawl out your words as you laid on his bed, opening your arms for him. riddle smiled as you giggled once in a while, cooing random melodies and compliments.

leona kingscholar

leona deducted there was more to you the moment he started dating you. he wasn't quite sure what it was, but when he found out. he was proud. leona notes you're like a very untamed domestic animal, hostile or nonchalant. but throw in affection you turn to something even more adorable.

he is so smug with this discovery, leona cherishes every moment that you become so sweet and clingy. the favorite moments shared with you are when he would lay on your lap to sleep and you pamper him with kisses or head pats.

"i loveee you" you whisper as you kissed his nose then try to run your hands through his hair. leona smirks and nods in content, "say it baaack" you whine as you playfully tug his hair. leona shakes his head before rising a bit to kiss you on the lips. surely now you know?

azul ashengrotto

azul felt insecure at first, seeing as you sometimes parade no interest in him. however, the twins were very quick to note and allow him to observe the difference of your actions towards your friends then to him. later on, he'd witness a side he never knew existed.

the times you showed him your vulnerability made him feel so accomplished than any of his previous feats. after all, he was so happy that your trust in him was always present. azul's absolute favorite was when you both are vulnerable and showing off each other's flaws or imperfections.

azul sits in his pot with his tentacles overflowing. you smile and compliment him, a sparkle of vulnerability shining through as you tell him in full honesty how pretty he is to you. you reach out to him smiling softly. "my darling... you always make me feel loved, you deserve this as much as i deserve your love"

kalim al asim

kalim never understood why you were not expressive even if he was your friend, but that's fine, its nice to know that you were honest with him. however, when you were now dating, that nonchalance became endearing and even adorable for him.

it was however, his favorite thing to do to break it. especially when he first witnessed it in passing, you were out of character and he was blushing and smiling. how does anyone like you be this sweet and not show him? frankly, it was not good that you hid it because now he'll constantly try to break that layer of coolness on you.

"kalim, not here!" you yelped as you try to hide the smile creeping up on your lips. he was so happy, seeing that hint of a smile. you were in the dorm's lounge and kalim wanted to make you soft again.

"where then?!" kalim said excitedly because he'll drag you there. you giggle, and slowly ease into the persona he brought out of you. he felt his heart warm and all kalim can think is his luck really brought you to him.

vil schoenheit

vil understands that not everyone would have the same reaction and people would reciprocate emotion differently. he never saw the issue of your nonchalance, all vil can do is accept. however, when you two start dating, vil was pleasantly surprised at how affectionate you can be. he admits, he likes it, it makes all more sweeter.

there are many favorites memories. vil cannot narrow it down, however, there is one he favors the most. when you post him in a secret account and show off your collages of pictures. it was intimate and it was immortalizing, which was all he wanted.

"vil~ look, i got so many picturesss!" you say as you proudly show off the gallery that was filled to the brim of newer pictures from your date earlier. one picture caught his eye, the kiss picture.

"its my favorite! look at us!" you giggle as you try to send it to him. the small smile that vil poised turned softer and a bit wider, you keep winning him over.

idia shroud

idia thought you hated him, in all honesty, at first. sure, he wasn't the best guy or even the friendliest, but just a blank stare and no emotion whatsoever?! yeah, he may be all moody and avoidant but that doesn't mean anything! thankfully, you cleared it all up when you two started seeing each other more.

however, idia wasn't ready for when you were super super affectionate. idia thought that you were swapped or hit with a spell at first, but he got used to it. he actually liked it, it made him feel all warm and idia wasn't about to trade the sunshine you made him feel.

"hiii my number one, super awesome, super duper handsome future husband~" you coo as you enter his room. idia who just finished a fairly bad match frowned but gave a small frustrated smile at you.

"bad match? well, the game was probably rigged" you joke as you plopped on his bed. he sighed and jumped in hugging you. idia felt his heart melt when you giggle and tried to cheer him up.

malleus draconia

malleus knows that not all humans would be the same at expressing. he now knows also that nonchalance is very endearing, especially with you. he can easily tell that your nonchalance is a layer, and your friendship alongside courtship proved him right.

there is fondness that he shares for each moment you let your guard down with someone like him. it made malleus happy that you trust him this much to be this sweet. malleus' favorite time to see it is when you share these nightly walks.

"mal-mal! look a star just passed us by!" you giggle and close your eyes to make a wish, a tradition that malleus orchestrates. unknown to you, malleus makes an illusion a star passed so you can wish. as youu opened your eyes, you hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"im not gonna tell, but... hope you can guess what's my wish" malleus smiles as you insuiate he was the wish. you giggle and kissed him repeatedly as you both are under the stars

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

Masterlist

[thragedys]

Clear Mind

Ren x Fem Reader

REBOOTING...

Synopsis: With many dreadful thoughts lingering on your conscience, you have been experiencing trouble regarding trust in the people close to you. With the news rambling on about murders and the everlasting feeling of eyes glaring at you, you’re close to breaking. You can’t shake that forever-present paranoia alone.

Word count: 2.3k

Includes: Ren x Fem Reader, comfort, Ren being sweet, establishing a relationship, smut, oral, cunnilingus, kissing, clothed orgasm

A/N: Ren is too cute! I had to write something about him.

It was strange—his behaviour. You’ve never seen anything quite like it, the constant jitters in his facade. Your emotions are constantly changing. At this point, you are uncertain how you feel towards Ren. Part of you pities him and wants to remain his friend, but the other wants to get as far away as possible. Miles, perhaps a new city. However far your legs can take you.

He hasn’t done anything to harm you. He would never. His protectiveness, however, disturbs you deeply. How he told your friends he was your boyfriend without the slightest hint of hesitation, the way he’s so effortlessly affectionate and intimate. If you’re able to clear the air with him this evening, there will be no more worries remaining. Other than the uneasy sensation of a set of prying eyes burning through you every passing moment. 

You blame your neighbour, Violet, for that unnerving sense of paranoia. She just had to mention she witnessed someone exiting your apartment. Someone you weren’t aware was in there in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three gentle taps against your door. It’s Ren. Your heart sinks to your stomach as you stand to your feet, legs wobbling as you make your way to answer. Pulling down the handle, you take a deep breath and gaze up at the lanky figure before you.

“Hi! Is everything okay? You look… Ill?” Ren pats his hand against the side of your face and you huff, feeling guilty for ever suspecting anything of him. Awkward people tend to shift their behaviour when around new individuals to avoid getting embarrassed, that’s likely his reasoning.

“I just need to talk to someone. I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently.”

“Told you that you could stay at my place whenever you wanted, didn’t I?” His smile was soft, raising the bag of goodies he brought with him. “Can I come in? It’s food and a few other things.”

…

“Wow, you don’t look well at all… Are you sure you’re okay?” His concern grows as you snap out of your trance, opening the door further for him to enter.

“I’m scared, Ren.”

“Of what? You can tell me anything— everything for that matter.”

“I swear I saw someone outside of my window a few days ago. I don’t know what they were doing, but I saw them. Hardly anyone is ever out there.”

“Hmm? Were they looking your way?”

“…I don’t think so. I can’t remember.”

“Okay, that’s fine! Don’t stress over it. We can talk about this after we eat. You need to get some food in you.”

Pulling out the boxed portions of food, he slides yours over and begins digging into his own, keeping a keen eye on you while you nibble at your meal. Even though you can’t shake the impending dread, you regain your appetite after seeing he purchased your favourite for you.

Now you feel a little bit better. You push any food waste aside and notice how he immediately goes to dispose of it, taking care of your duties inside of your own home without you having to ask. Ren was a sweetheart.

“How do you want to do this? Lying down, sitting, standing?” He taps his fingers against the tabletop, his eyes filled with worry as you space out yet again.

“Do what?”

“Talk. I wanna hear everything you have to say so you can get it off of your mind.”

“Oh, the sofa will do. Thank you for coming over.”

“No need to thank me! I’m happy to be here, so happy to be with you. I missed you so much.”

Not quite catching the last part of his sentence, you sink onto the sofa and rest your head against his arm. You pour your heart out to him, unsure if you’re overstepping by not holding back — but he did tell you he’s here to listen. And he did. 

When you finished listing off your worries, he hummed and squeezed you tighter, now realising that during your full confession, you somehow ended up in his embrace. His nose is pressed into your hair, one hand stroking up and down your back, hushing you as a few tears slip from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, Angel… You’re safe, I promise.” Judging from the tone of his voice, you can tell he is hurt by how upset you’ve been. “I’m here for you. Do you want to stay at my place tonight? Clear your head, get away from all those thoughts.”

“I can’t hide from my fears forever, Ren.”

“Then you’ll have to let me fight them off. I’ll beat up the bad guys for you and the bad thoughts.” He raises his fists playfully, locking eyes with you as you lift your head.

“Are you sure you could handle them?”

“Easily! Oh, I forgot to ask…” Ren murmurs, twiddling with the fabric of your shirt. “I am allowed to stay over, aren’t I? I brought my essentials, so…”

“Of course. I’m going to use the bathroom; you can go get yourself comfy.”

“You’re the best! I’ll be waiting for you.” He springs to his feet and wanders off into your bedroom, leaving you to tend to your nighttime routine.

Applying the final step of your skincare, you pat your face and yawn. It has gotten quite late, you’re starting to wonder whether Ren fell asleep without you. Entering the bedroom, you spot him sitting on the edge of the bed, as though he was seriously waiting on your command so he could lie down. His eyes sparkle when they land on your figure, and his arms open.

“Snuggle?” He flutters his eyelashes, his blue eyes boring through yours as you sit on his lap.

“Sure.”

“I checked outside of your window. I looked everywhere I could and saw nothing suspicious. I might have scared them off.”

“Maybe you did.”

“Do I get a reward?”

“Do you deserve one?”

“But… I protected you! I made sure any scary people left you alone. They won’t dare try anything while I’m here.”

“I was teasing you, Ren.”

“Oh…”

“You’re such a good boy. You do everything you can to help me.”

“Don’t say things like that…!” His face lights up a bright shade of red, eyes snapping to the side to avoid your gaze.

“Why are you so cute?” 

“Dunno… Why are you so beautiful? You are an angel. My angel.” Ren trails off, propping himself above you while your body is crushed to the mattress. “Mine.”

Your face is held in his palms, his eyes laced with nothing but adoration as they analyse you. He was tracing every detail of your face, trailing down your body, and stopping in their tracks when he felt a tug on the sleeve of his turtleneck. As he redirects his gaze back up to your face, he notices how your hand sneakily wrapped itself in his hair and edged him closer towards you.

He can never get used to this. The way you kiss him first destroys him. If he wasn’t desperate enough before, he is now. After recollecting his thoughts, he nips at your bottom lip and grants himself more access to your mouth, taking control from here. His pretty girl shouldn’t have to put all the work in.

“Can I…?” Ren mumbles into your mouth before pulling away, the string of saliva keeping you both connected. He twangs the waistband of your shorts, his index finger tracing swirls on your exposed stomach.

“Yeah…”

“I’ll be gentle. I know you haven’t been feeling your best, so let me do everything today. I just wanna take your mind off of things. I want you to be happy again.”

“I am happy when I’m with you. You make me feel safe.”

“…?” Ren halts, his hair brushing against your leg as he stares up at you from between your thighs.

“You mean a lot to me, Ren. More than you think. You drop everything for me when I need you most—no one has ever valued me that much before.”

“It will always be you above anything else. Nothing will ever be more important than you.” He slides down your panties, revealing the mess before him. 

“I love you.” Ren uttered, planting kisses down your inner thigh.

It went unheard, exactly as he was hoping it would. His words were mumbled as he delved in between your folds, his tongue exploring you frantically as if it were his first time. Your cunt was familiar with him now. His tongue traced the shape of a heart on your clit, then repeated similar motions until he watched your eyes flicker shut.

“Keep them open, please…” Ren laces his hand with yours, giving it a firm squeeze.

He wants you to watch everything he does, wants you to remember who made you feel so good.

Your hips buck forward, accidentally pressing yourself even closer to him. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you firmly in place while he savored your taste. No other reward could compare to this. The thought that you were this wet because of him riles him up. He made you this way, no one else. 

Slipping two fingers into your entrance, he remains gentle like he had promised. He was relishing in your reactions, slowly bringing you closer to an orgasm, then taking it away by altering his rhythm. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to cum for him—it’s that he doesn’t want this to end. For the past few days he hasn’t seen you face to face; he had craved this exact encounter.

Your walls tighten around him, an indicator that you won’t be able to hold on much longer, but he doesn’t slow down. He’s lost in your taste, entranced by the way you push yourself against him, allowing him to ravish you as if you were his last meal. The longer he goes, the sloppier he gets. Due to the grip you have on his hair, it became quite messy—the strays flying freely.

“I’m so close, Ren…” You whine, letting his name roll off of your tongue a few more times. Your eyes have grown hazy, unable to take them off him.

“Then cum for me. It’s my reward after all…”

Hearing his words pushed you, causing the cord building intricately inside of you to snap. You muffled your moan, forgetting the time and the likelihood of your neighbours attempting to get rest. The last thing you need is a visit from security due to a noise complaint. Ren pulls back, sliding his fingers from your cunt and wiping any fluid that smeared on his face away.

There was something odd about him. Whether it be the dark lighting or that look in his eyes—there was a different energy surrounding him. He likes the fingers that have been inside of you, sending a shudder down his spine. 

“What…? Do you want a taste too? I don’t mind sharing if it’s with you.” Ren pouts, extending his fingers to brush across your lips, smearing your slick across them.

“You’re looking at me all funny. Is there something wrong?” Ren’s once smug demeanour disappears, his hand patting his face while you shake your head.

“You’re so handsome. I’m so lucky.”

“…!” Ren leans forward, his breath hitching as if he were in disbelief.

“I was jealous when that girl was all over you in that store. Really jealous. I don’t know what we are or if we even are an official thing, but I know I would love to be your real girlfriend.”

“Angel…” Ren murmurs, utter disbelief upon him as he tries to get his words out. “You’re going to make me cry— in a good way… A really good way! I never knew—”

“Can you stay over more often?” Your eyes water, locking with Ren’s teary pair.

“I’ll stay over whenever you want, all you have to do is ask. I can’t believe this is actually… Do you know— Ugh. I can’t get my words out, why now?” Ren mopes due to his poor communication, but your chuckle grants him enough reassurance to continue trying.

“I was hoping you felt the same way I did, but I didn’t want to force anything on you. I’m sorry things have been so confusing between us. If I would’ve known, I would’ve made it all so much clearer.”

“Does this mean we’re officially dating?”

“I suppose… but, if you want the truth, we already were a long time ago in my mind. My eyes have only been on you. They always will be. They always have been…”

“Hm?” You rub your thumb over his knuckles, curious to hear what he said.

“Nothing, I’m just rambling on, typical me…” Ren beams, nestling his head down onto your chest. “It feels nice to know you’re only mine now.”

“Did you think I wanted anyone else?”

“No… but! That doesn’t stop people from wanting you. They can’t have you, so I win.”

“You seem very proud of yourself.”

“I am. I’m an even prouder boyfriend knowing you’re the one I have.”

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Ren lifts his head, his brows furrowed.

“I didn’t have the chance to give you any pleasure.”

“I had lots, don’t worry. Seeing you like that was enough for me.”

“Did you…?” You raise an eyebrow, squinting your eyes as your inquisitive nature piques.

“…” Ren’s cheeks light up, already aware of what you are insinuating. “Well— Yes! How couldn’t I? You’re just soo pretty, and you were moaning my name in that whiny voice, and—”

“It’s okay; you don’t need to explain. Do you want to clean yourself up?”

“M’ too sleepy. I’ll take a shower in the morning and sort everything out then.”

“I’ll make sure to wake you up nice and early with me in that case.”

Accepting defeat at the early rise, Ren groans and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. His body is sprawled out on top of yours, his limbs snuggling you tightly. There is no chance of you escaping him in the night with his sheer strength, you would need to be plied off of him to be free again. Before you know it, your eyes unwillingly close and your heart sinks with his, blissfully falling into a slumber together.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: when his cat counterpart is hogging your attention.

COMMENTS: are they jealous of the kitty? are they chill? whatever they are, it's ridiculous (affectionate)

TAGLIST: @as1iiiwhaa @astralsocfactory

Jin will not hesitate to push the cat to the side and take his rightful spot on your lap. His cat is just as sassy as him though, and will more likely than not just stretch all over him . Jin may get annoyed at your soft coos, but if you direct some attention to him he might be satisfied. In a way, you’re still paying attention to him anyway...

Tohma often finds himself in a stare down with the cat version of himself. It’s not like he’s against sharing, so long as it’s not with another man, but there’s still some tension in the room. Whether you notice it or not, it would be in your best interest to give your partner a kiss so the cat in your lap doesn’t get too bold and start hogging all your attention.

Luca rather likes his cat counterpart, actually. He entrusts the cat to protect you if he isn’t there to save you, which can lead to some rather hairy situations. Luca Cat will still jump to conclusions! (And jump on people’s faces to scratch them up.) Maybe you should get him a leash...

Kaito is pouting. He’d feel bad if he shooed the cat away, since it’s technically him and he knows all too well what being shoved aside is like. But he wants your attention too, is that so bad? You should notice how quiet he’s being and take that as a sign to rub his head, too. He may be a human but he’s still weak to head pats!

Alan eyes the cat mournfully, but won’t move it. Honestly it’s best if you just snuggle with both of them at once, because Alan isn’t going to disturb you and neither is Alan Cat. Besides, double the Alan, double the extreme body warmth—maybe you should do this in front of a fan!

Sho Cat knows he needs to stay out of the kitchen, but he wants to be in it anyway. It’s a bit sad that you can’t take pity on the poor cat, so you compromise by giving him a bunch of attention outside. Sho gets a bit grumpy about it, but he knows you’ll make it up to him (one way or another.)

Leo and his cat will have a face off for your attention on a regular basis. It’s up to you to compromise between the two, because they’re too stubborn to do it on their own. Also, cuddling them both at the same time won’t work because they’re gonna get all snippy with each other...I am so sorry for your predicament.

Haru will try his best to bond with the cat, but he always makes his way back to you. Haru is devastated that his cat likes you more, but ultimately he can’t blame the little guy. If he could, he’d nap on your lap forever too! Ultimately, the two get along pretty well, so there’s no need for either of them to get jealous over it.

Towa and Towa Cat can go one of two ways. Either they have a stand off for your attention with thunder and lightning booming outside, or they’re both snuggling you. If it’s the second one, you’re being crushed with their whole body weights and likely overheating from how warm they both are! Good luck either way (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Ren and Ren Cat are so chill. Like genuinely, just put a screen in front of either of them so they’ll be so engrossed. Ren Cat doesn’t see a problem with sitting himself right on your lap, but Ren’s shifty eyes tell you he does. That’s his spot, after all. You know Ren won’t say anything though, so it's up to you to compromise!

Taiga is more likely than not just going to move Taiga Cat. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been sleeping on your lap, sharing is caring and it’s Taiga’s turn now! Don’t bet on them having a peaceful resolution to this unless both Taiga’s are in a good mood and willing to share. Hell, maybe Taiga Cat will cuddle with Taiga himself!

Romeo and Romeo Cat are both divas who do not want to compete for your attention. Get used to multitasking! One hand will be stroking Romeo Cat’s beautiful mane, while the other holds your boyfriend’s hand as he barks orders to the poor General Students. They can make it work, but Romeo can’t wait to have you to himself again.

Ritsu is rather impressed with Ritsu Cat’s ability to steal your attention away from him during work hours. He politely asks the cat to focus, which snaps Ritsu Cat out of his head scritch trance. Both of them are quite serious actually, but Ritsu is a bit miffed that you chose to sit next to his cat version and not him...

Subaru honestly does not mind that you’re spending a bunch of time with his cat counterpart. If anything, he’s one of the least jealous ones. (After all, it’s still him, kind of. He has no need to view that as competition.) Be prepared to have a cute tea time session with him and his cat, even though neither of them will touch you.

Haku and Haku Cat are menaces when together. It’s almost as though they’re locked in a playful competition for your attention, and won’t give up until you’re an embarrassed mess on the floor. Haku kisses your cheek? Haku Cat is giving you a few licks. Haku takes your hand? Haku Cat settles on your thighs. Haku wraps an arm around your waist? Haku Cat climbs onto your shoulders. It’s never ending.

Zenji and Zenji Cat are the most energetic duo you’ve ever seen. Both float around your head and yap. Zenji will hold conversations with his cat counterpart and even go so far as to play the biwa while Zenji Cat sings. It’s a fun time, being around those two. They’re very wholesome!

Edward doesn’t mind that much. He can share. The most likely scenario to come out of Edward Cat hogging all of your attention is Edward himself teasing you just to watch you squirm. He knows all your possible ticklish spots, gently brushing over them in a way that makes you jostle the poor kitty in your lap. (Edward Cat does not wake up.)

Rui and Rui Cat are complicated. Chances are Rui Cat has dove under some furniture—and since you are familiar with his curse, you understand why. Despite your attempts to coax him out, Rui Cat will not budge. Rui watches you and sighs ruefully—it’s sweet that you’re still worried about him being lonely, even as a cat.

Lyca doesn’t know how to feel. You’re supposed to smell like him so other people know not to mess with you, but now that this cat has taken residence on your lap, you smell like...cat. Lyca grumbles something under his breath before taking the spot beside you, getting as close to you as humanly possible. Don’t mind him! It’s simply necessary.

Yuri doesn’t let his cat counterpart close to the lab, much to the cat’s chagrin. You hold all the power here, though! If you give Yuri Cat enough attention, he’ll stay away from the experiments in favor of you. Just be prepared for a jealous Yuri (who will not admit he’s jealous) when he sees how much attention he missed out on!

Jiro Cat spends a lot of time sleeping. You’re likely fawning over how cute his lil face is when Jiro stumbles upon you. He will agree—I mean, animals like cats have been domesticated and have therefore developed traits such as a shorter muzzle, extended juvenile behavior, smaller brains, and—oh, you probably don’t want a lecture about Domestication Syndrome, do you?

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bedtime

🏷️: some bedtime / cuddle headcanons for our 8 boyfriends, presented for your consideration in no particular order. implications of a sexual relationship between y’all in some of these, but it’s very mild. all of them are gender neutral as well!

Garrick holds you like you’re his teddy bear. it’s so easy for him to loop his arms around your waist and tug you into his chest and put his chin on top of your head and keep you there all night. you fit perfectly in his arms, since he’s an absolute giant. but he doesn’t want to let go of you all night, so if you need to get up… no you don’t. he gets up at the crack of dawn every morning to go lift weights, but he won’t wake you up — he’ll just tuck you in and give you a little forehead kiss before he leaves. he’s always so happy to see you in the morning when you’re up and ready, greeting you with another kiss and a gentle squeeze of a hug and asks how you slept. he’ll tease you lightly if you were drooling or snoring when he got up, but he finds it cute.

Dain is annoyingly responsible, so he’s getting you both into bed by ten every night. but he’s going to help you get ready — picking your pajamas and laying them out for you, packing your bag for the next day while you’re in the shower… makes sure that you brush your teeth and all that, and then tucks you in next to him. he likes having you wrapped up in his arms for a while, your head resting on his shoulder while you drift toward sleep. he’s always so happy when you choose to sleep in his bed, because that means you trust him — both not to hurt you, because it’s kill or be killed in the riders quadrant, and not to read your memories (because MY version of Dain would never 🥰) and also you’re making a conscious decision to choose him, over everyone else you could be with. (our boy’s a little insecure. probably because daddy dearest is such an ass.)

Brennan needs to be bribed into bed because otherwise he’ll work through the night and fall asleep at his desk. method that always works: show up at his office in your cute little jammies, stand behind his chair, gently massage the stress out of his shoulders and use that soft sweet voice to ask him to come up, because you can’t sleep without him :( and he’ll fold immediately. paperwork: abandoned. just let him drag himself through the shower and he’ll be ready to curl up with you. he likes to rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as a reminder that you’re alive and well. like Garrick, he’s not letting go of you any time soon. you’re stuck there, sorry <3

conversely, Bodhi is the one tugging you into bed. he wants to lay down and cuddle as soon as you’re done with dinner. he likes to alternate between big spoon and little spoon, because there’s perks to both. as the big spoon, he gets to keep you nice and safe and warm in his arms (this boy is SO toasty warm at all times) but also he needs to be touching you at all times. and as the small spoon, he gets to be held the way he deserves! he likes to be facing you, though (I know that’s not technically spoons, but idk the name). put your arm around his waist and play with his hair and let him nuzzle his cheek into your shoulder and give you a few lazy neck kisses before he knocks right out.

Ridoc is absolutely shameless. yes, he likes being close to you and showing love, holding you and keeping you safe and warm, but his favorite part of snuggling is the access to your body. you’re right there — and so are all the soft parts of you that he loves. he can squeeze your hips / thighs / ass / chest, and rub his hands all over, under the guise of helping you wind down. he’s respectful though — if he knows you’re truly exhausted, or you tell him to quit it, he won’t do any of that. maybe one little affectionate pat on the hip, or him rubbing your back a little, but otherwise he’ll be hands off and just go to sleep, holding you gently. apart from the feral side, he’s very sweet, and wants to make sure you’re comfy. he’d let you have more of the pillows and blankets / the better ones, because he loves you and knows you need your sleep.

Liam is another that is tugging you into bed. he gets pouty when you stay up too late doing other things bc he wants to cuddle. likes to lay his head on your chest for, wrap his arms around your waist and let your heartbeat lull him to sleep while you give him head scratches, sweet puppy baby. he’s also subconsciously protecting you this way, curling up on top of you to shield you from danger. you don’t sleep like that all night though, because you need to move around and get more comfy, but you’ll find yourselves cuddled together in the morning, you laying on him, or spooning or something. he always wants to be close to you for a while before he goes off to follow Violet around, so he’ll purposely wake up 10-15 mins early. if he accidentally wakes you up, he’ll whisper like… “Get some more sleep, honey. I love you.” and then when you settle back down against him, he’ll lay there for a while just silently appreciating that you’re his partner and you’re so pretty and sweet and soft.

Sawyer would be a little shy at first, but once you’re in an established relationship, he’s shameless about it. if you get in bed first, he’s tugging you into his arms, or if he gets in first, he’s making grabby hands and opening his arms to you like — ’mere. lemme hold u. when he has his injury, that complicates things a little since you don’t want to put pressure on his leg or cause him pain. you settle for holding hands, like sea otters, and make up for the lost physical contact with plenty of hugs and kisses. once he’s finally healed, though, it’s back to snuggling every night. he likes to be the one to hold you, because he wants to feel like the more masculine partner in the traditional sense (the same with Dain. idk. they just give me the vibe that they want a sweet little partner to protect and hold. that’s why I gave him peach).

Aaric… I’m torn on him. I feel like he’s a little prissy about his beauty sleep, but he’d still cuddle with his partner a bit and share a bed. maybe not every night, though. he’d have a very comfortable bed, both in the castle, because duh, but also in Basgiath and at Riorson house, because he’s somehow acquired extra pillows and blankets; the softest ones, too — rich boy habits die hard. he’d like to be the one holding you, though. letting you rest your head on his chest / shoulder, or being the big spoon for you. he’s pretty tall and pretty built, so it would be nice to have him completely cover you like that. he’d probably also be up super early, like Garrick, and would also give you a soft little goodbye kiss and let you sleep another hour. he really likes the sight of you in his bed (not like that, but also yes like that — I mean more in a sense of: this person is mine, they’re sleeping in my blankets and making the bed smell like them, and nobody else gets that.)

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hiiii! idk if im requesting in the right place haha oops sorry 🙏 I was wondering if you could write a johnny cade x affectionate!reader? like as in he comes over to her house and she refuses to let go of him the entire night and they just end up cuddling in her bed and he’s just like “..this ain’t so bad :)”

i love ur work btw! 💕

Intertwined

A/N: yo yo to guess whos actually writing? this guyyyy!!!! so sorry its so short💔💔 anyways, i hope u enjoy this and im sorry for any errors, this is not proofread!

You blinked slowly as you watched the TV, the soft noise the only voice in the house at this time of hour, nightfall.

Rythmic knocks reached your ears while sitting on the leather couch, making your head perk up at the sound and turn your attention to the door. You raise yourself off from the couch, your form imprinted onto the leather.

The colors from the TV light the couch infront of it as you saunter to where the noises where, the front door.

You open the door slowly, almost hesitantly, because, who would be knocking at this time of day? Or in your case, night.

Soft, almost puppy-like eyes stare at you from the other side of the door, and you almost whip open the door once you see who you're looking at.

"Johnny!" You call, voice soft. You sound almost relieved.

He gives you a slight awkward smile, a light chuckle falling from his mouth, "Hey, doll. Was wonderin' if I could come in?"

"Of course, c'mon," You open the door fully and step aside to let Johnny in.

He walks in, making himself at home quickly; taking off his shoes, taking off his jacket, and settling down on the couch, the light of the TV illuminating his body. If it weren't for the assortment of colors, you'd say he looked almost heavenly.

But he did all the time.

You took a glance at the clock and it read 10:23 PM. You trotted over to the TV and turned it off, walking over to Johnny after. As you did so, he raised an eyebrow, giving you an odd look.

You gently grasp his hand and pull him up while he follows behind you, patiently and quietly waiting for an answer to his silent question.

You take him to your room, the walk there being filled only by the soft pats of you two's feet.

Once you reach it, your touch falls from his hand, and you move to your bed, getting comfortable and gesture with your hand for him to follow suit.

He understands and follows your request, coming over to you and climbing onto your bed to get comfy beside you.

"Hey- C'mon-" You mutter, suddenly grabbing his waist and pulling him close and on top of you.

He lets out a quiet yet amused huff as he relaxes his body and falls onto you.

Your hold on him is firm, allowing little to no room to allow him to move away from you. You move your hand to run through his hair, wanting to soothe him into slumber.

Throughout the night, even as you two might squirm or roll over, your hands never move anywhere other than somewhere on his body. You keep him close for comfort for the night, pressing kisses to his forehead and cheeks, hands switching from running through hair, to scratching his scalp softly, to rubbing his back, to gently running the pads of your fingers over his sides, etc.

His eyes lazily open as he wakes early that morning, with you still sleeping.

He makes the conclusion that he's never been this calm in a long while, and that he absolutely intends to spend the rest of his life with you.

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Dating Yandere Simon 'Ghost' Riley Would Include:

Ghost is fixated on his love interest, constantly stalking and watching you, wanting you all to himself. He's got a possessive and controlling streak, always wanting to know where you are, what you're doing, and who you're with. He can be intense and unpredictable, with violent tendencies, though he can be fiercely protective of you as well. He's also somewhat paranoid and has a dark sense of humor.

He'll do anything to keep you by his side, whether it's by force, manipulation, or anything in between. He can be jealous and possessive, not wanting anyone else to have you or even be close to you. He may even go to extreme lengths to ensure that you're his and his alone.

If you were to try to leave or betray him, he would likely become extremely aggressive and violent, possibly even resorting to kidnapping or harming those he perceives as threats to his relationship. He may also use emotional manipulation, guilt, and threats to keep you under his control.

On the other hand, Ghost can also be affectionate and tender, showing moments of genuine care and love towards you. He may shower you with gifts and attention, wanting to make you happy and spend time with you. He also has a dark sense of humor and sarcastic wit, being surprisingly charming at times.

He may have a tough exterior, but deep down, he's actually quite sensitive and insecure, and he relies heavily on his connection with you for emotional support and validation. He's not good at expressing his feelings openly, so he may show his affection through subtle gestures and actions rather than words.

Overall, Ghost is a complex and conflicted character, torn between his obsessive love and protective instincts towards you, and his own inner demons and insecurities. He can be both dangerous and endearing, with a twisted sense of devotion and loyalty.

Ghost is a master of disguise, and in front of others, he presents a cool, calm, and collected demeanor. He's often stoic and silent, rarely showing any emotion. He may be polite and professional when needed, but he's also quite mysterious and elusive.

He's a loner, and he tends to keep to himself, not sharing much about his personal life. He may even come across as distant and detached, as he's wary of getting too close to others.

Despite his tough exterior, Ghost can be reassuring and protective towards you in his own way. He might not say much, but he'll be there for you, watching over you, and making sure you're safe. He also gives you subtle gestures like a nod, a pat on the shoulder, or a slight smile, letting you know that he's there and he cares.

He also is surprisingly considerate in his own way, like making sure you have food, water, or any other necessities, or even standing guard outside your room to keep you safe while you sleep.

He uses his own twisted sense of logic to reward you in his own way, like giving you a new weapon or piece of equipment, or even a rare or valuable item. He may also show his appreciation by doing small favors for you, or even just giving you some much-needed space and freedom. He may also give you pats on the head, ruffles to the hair, and side hugs.

When it comes to doling out punishments, Ghost isn't one to hold back. If you disobey him or do something he deems unacceptable, he resorts to physical violence, intimidation, or even psychological punishment. He also uses threats, isolation, or even physical pain to drive his point home. He may also use his status as a skilled special forces operator to exert his dominance and control over you. However, he does also uses psychological and emotional manipulation to make you feel guilty and remorseful for your actions, as a different form of punishment.

Others, such as members of Task Force 141, and even enemies, may be a bit wary and intimidated by Ghost's intense and possessive behavior towards you. They may see him as a dangerous and unpredictable character, but also respect him for his skills and loyalty. Some may be uncomfortable with his possessive and controlling tendencies, but they likely keep their opinions to themselves, knowing the consequences of crossing him. In general, they may see him as a man with intense loyalty and devotion, but also a bit unhinged and dangerous.

Like any relationship, Ghost and you may have disagreements or fights. However, with his possessive and controlling tendencies, it's safe to say that he's not one to back down easily. He tries to manipulate you into giving in, or even resort to intimidation, force, or even violence if necessary. He also uses his skills as a special forces operator to overpower you, or even use his knowledge of your weaknesses against you. It's likely that he fights dirty and may even get physical.

Despite his possessive and controlling nature, Ghost can be surprisingly tender and affectionate towards you at times. He shows his affection through small gestures like running his fingers through your hair, giving you a tight hug, or even just being physically close to you.

He gives you small gifts or tokens of his affection, like a necklace or a bracelet, and he may even go out of his way to do something special for you.

He's more likely to take you on a "date" consisting of him showing off his skills and abilities, like taking you on a high-speed car ride or taking you on a difficult hike through rough terrain. He might even take you on a dangerous mission or a gun training session as a "date."

Given Ghost's possessive and controlling tendencies, he may not be one to wait and go through the formalities of marriage. He may instead just decide that you are his and that's it, not really caring about traditional societal norms. However, if you press him on it, he may go along with a small, private ceremony, perhaps out in a remote location where it's just the two of you and a few close allies. He likely doesn't want any distractions or outside influences on your relationship.

Ghost's controlling and possessive nature may extend to his desire to have children with you as well. He tries to rush or force the issue, perhaps seeing having kids as a way to further bind you to him and make it harder for you to leave. He does not consider your feelings or opinions on the matter, and may even pressure and guilt trip you into having children with him.

Ghost likely wouldn't take no for an answer, and is likely to resort to even more extreme measures to get what he wants. He tries to manipulate or guilt trip you into changing your mind, or even forcefully impregnate you. He also is violent and aggressive, trying to physically force you to do what he wants. He doesn't care about your feelings or autonomy on the matter, and will stop at nothing to have the children he desires.

"You're mine and mine alone. Nobody else will ever touch you, nobody else will ever have you. You belong to me, and I'll do anything to keep you by my side. I'll protect you, I'll take care of you, and I'll make sure no one else ever gets close to you. I'll make sure you're mine, no matter what it takes."

Knife play - Using knives or other sharp objects to cut or pierce the skin, adding an element of danger and edge to the lovemaking.

Hypnosis - Utilizing hypnotic techniques to induce trance-like states, allowing for exploration of altered consciousness and heightened suggestibility to be done to you more easily.

Sensory deprivation - Removing one or more senses, such as sight or hearing, to enhance the remaining ones and create a heightened sense of awareness and vulnerability.

Choking and breathplay - Restricting airflow to induce fear and euphoria, pushing you to the brink of unconsciousness as a symbol of his power over life and death.

Gunplay - Incorporating firearms into the activities, either as a means of control like pointing the weapon at you, a source of excitement playing with unloaded guns, or even using it like a toy on you.

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[12.33] poly!golden retriever!yunho × black lab!mingi × reader

⇀ where your pup boyfriends are just so... them...

⇁ @khjcs LOOK WHAT YOU DID AMY and @starlitmark I MADE IT QIEBDJDND

genre : hybrid!au, poly!au

wc : 1.1k

warning : none

Usually you'd spend the weekend just lounging around, being lazy with your two overgrown pups of boyfriends but unfortunately you had errands to run because work took up the majority of your time on the weekdays so all appointments had to be pushed to Saturday and Sunday.

Though your boyfriends are golden retriever and black labrador hybrids, you were the one who woke up first at the sound of your alarm. But as you moved to turn your alarm off, an arm snaked around your waist and a face was nuzzled into your stomach affectionately.

"What are you doing?" Yunho grumbled as he tightened his grip around your body. You cursed at yourself silently for not being careful when you reached over Yunho to get to your phone. "Sorry Yuyu, go back to sleep," you hushed him, patting his head gently to lull him back to sleep which seem to work because his eyes fluttered his eyes close and his grip around you loosen. With Yunho back asleep, you carefully get out of the bed but still managing to accidentally nudge Mingi's leg slightly, causing his ears to twitch and head shot up in alert. He said nothing as he blinked confusedly at you but after some time of you and he just staring at each other in silence, his eyes drooped and he fell back asleep. With that, you were able to escape and take a shower.

It didn't take long for you to shower but when you opened the bathroom door, you nearly shrieked and slipped when you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriends in the hallway. Yunho was sat with his back on the wall and Mingi had his head on Yunho's lap, fast asleep while Yunho's eyes opened at the sound of you coming out of the bathroom.

"What are you two doing here? You should be in bed," you pouted, crouching down in front of the two to cup Yunho's face in your hands. He smiled and shook his head, "I wanna see you before you leave," then Yunho looked down momentarily at Mingi, "He said he doesn't like the cold bed," and you chuckled at that because it was so incredibly a Mingi thing to say. But still, your boyfriends needed more rest because of their own jobs and you would prefer to see them well rested. So you stood up and motioned for Yunho to grab your hands so you could pull him up and with the movement, Mingi slowly stood up and pressed his face onto your shoulder, having to bend his body due to the height difference and the fact that he was barely conscious. "Back to bed," he mumbled, tugging you along to your shared bedroom only to hear you chuckle and felt you shaking your head, "No baby, you go back to sleep with Yunho, I have somewhere to go to," you patted him on the back as you waved Yunho close to your huddle. Yunho happily wrapped his arms around you and Mingi and you couldn't help but giggle when you got a peek of their wagging tails. "I'll be back sometime later so you boys get some rest, don't forget to eat, be good, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

Once you saw them nod at your words (Yunho with understanding and Mingi with sadness), you gave them both long kisses on their heads and shooed them back into your shared room, patting their butts affectionately before leaving the apartment once they were settled and you were fully ready to go.

The whole time you were gone doing your errands, you couldn't help but kept a look into your home CCTV from time to time, curious at what the boys were doing. At 10:27, Yunho emerged from the room and immediately planted his butt on the couch, trying to regain some consciousness. At 10:43, Mingi joined Yunho in the living room but instead of sitting on the couch, he spread his blanket and plopped a pillow that looked suspiciously a lot like yours and laid in the middle of it. Then at 11:38, you saw that Yunho and Mingi were lying side by side in the little blanket nest that looked a bit messier than before, talking about what they were going to do until you come back home. At 12:49, you looked into the living room CCTV only to find your boyfriends missing but as you moved the camera, you saw Yunho heating up the leftovers from last night and just as you were about to look for Mingi, his face popped up in the whole frame, almost causing you to drop your phone and scream in public. "I KNOW YOU'RE THERE LOOKING AT US (Y/N) COME BACK HOME, COME BACK HOME NOW PLEASE I WANT YOU HOME, I NEED YOU HOME," he yelled into the camera before getting pushed aside by Yunho who grinned happily at the camera, "Don't mind him baby! You go do your stuff, okay? I miss you! I love you! We're gonna have lunch soon!" It was a good thing that you got a camera that allows you to talk into it because you could see the food he was heating on the stove was starting to smoke and both of your boyfriends were still too focused with the camera. "Yunho, baby! The food!" Thankfully, Yunho zoomed to tend to the food and Mingi got distracted by the chaos so you were able to leave them be.

Your errands ended at around 2 pm and by 2.31, you were already walking back into the apartment.

"I'm home!" You called out as you took off your shoes and by the time your shoe was neatly stored, you heard heavy pads of feet getting louder before you were suddenly pulled into a warm embrace and spun around. Though you were busy squealing and giggling, you were still able to identify that it was Yunho who had greeted you first.

"You're back! You're home!" He said happily as he placed you down and began peppering your face with kisses. If all the affection and skinship didn't make you giddy, surely seeing his tail wagging nonstop with such power that you thought it was going to create a tornado.

Upon letting you go, Yunho stuck by your side quietly, tailing after you as you grab a drink from the fridge, helping you grab a mug and just let you have your time before settling down with you on the couch. As soon as your ass hit the cushion and you finished taking a gulp, Yunho pulled you into his arms and nuzzled your cheek with his.

"I'm so glad you're back now," he sighed happily, like the lovesick... well, puppy he is. You chuckled and patted his fluffy hair in return of his very adorable confession, "I'm glad to be home too, Yuyu. I sae you heating up lunch so I assume you and Mingi had eaten?" He nodded, still not letting go of you, "So what have you two been doing?" "Gaming mostly. Actually, Mingi is-"

As if on cue, your other boyfriend came out of the room designated for his and Yunho's gaming and other nerd things (that you lowkey took pride of as well), grumbling and stomping until he flopped down on the floor with his face on the ground. He looked adorable with his flopped ears and limp tail, seemingly trying to become one with the hardwood floor in his despair.

"I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), I miss (y/n), GOD, I miss (y/n)," he babbled to himself, not realizing that you had came home. You tried suppressing your laughter while Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "What are you talking about?" Mingi huffed as he proceeded to lift his upper body from the floor, adjusting his own body position to glare at Yunho only to realize that you were sitting on the couch, looking at him with such fond eyes. "(Y/N)!" he screeched before practically leaping into your arms, carelessly throwing his body on you and Yunho who got kneed in the stomach. His scolds towards Mingi fell on deaf ears because despite being nagged that he should have been more careful, Mingi was too busy trying to fit himself in your lap while smothering you with kisses as he told you time and time again how much he missed you.

Never would you have ever known that being suffocated to death with affection was better than, well, anything else. And you have your two excitable boyfriends to thank.

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hello! can i request malleus w a prefect or so reader, it doesnt matter that much to me tbh, on their honeymoon w tooth rotting fluff + kissing n cuddles? thank youu! ^v^

sun kissed mornings w. malleus draconia

byi : kissing, non-sexual intimacy, small angst?, aged up characters, prefect reader

a/n : this ask was so cute !! i listened to a night to remember by beabadoobee and laufey while writng and i think that set the mood, maybe?

A deep puff of air wafts behind you, tickling your skin, arms shift slightly around your waist and you seem to get even closer to the fae behind you.

The room you were in was painted golden, soft calls of seagulls and waves crashing over each other could be heard if you listened carefully.

Blinking softly as your vision became less blurry while you were waking up. Malleus was wrapped behind you, in a deep sleep you presume, if his snoring was anything to account for. You turn around in his arms, now getting a better look at his face.

Soft parted lips, eccentric markings now visible as you mess around with his hair. Enjoying the free reign of admiration of waking up earlier than him for once. 

“...hm.. It’s unfair how handsome you are..”

Your hands slide down, cradling his face -though something caught your eye- a content smile and two striking green eyes staring back at you. 

A kiss to the inside of your wrist as he pulls you even closer, trying to merge your bodies into one.

“Did I wake you?” you mumble into his shoulder, now playing with the silky strands of his hair.

“I awoke when I felt you move” A kiss to your neck now. He's being rather affectionate this morning.

Though you understand, it is your honeymoon after all. Thinking back, you never would have thought of marrying the weirdo outside ramshackle, too busy trying to get back to your old world. 

Now you never want to leave, especially not without him by your side.

Your head leaves his shoulder, resting against the fluffed up pillows. If you could stare at Malleus all day you wouldn't oppose such an idea, he looked as if he was personally sculpted by a goddess.

“I appreciate the compliments my dear, but isn't it too early?” He smirks back at you, seemingly lighting up at your image of him. Perhaps he enjoyed too much with how he was leaning in.

There was a kiss on your forehead, your cheek, underneath your ear,  jawline. The tip of your nose, your brow, the corner of your mouth. 

Then he stops, grinning proudly of the pinkish hue complimenting your features, even after all these years you're so easy to tease.

“I think you missed a spot” you pat a finger onto your lips, appreciating his shocked look at your boldness, not before his devilishly heart stopping smirk appears again.

“It seems I have.. I might have to go over it again, so I won't miss it this time.” You snicker at his words, meeting him halfway for the kiss. 

If there's one thing you love about your relationship with malleus it would definitely be the kisses. There's always something so intimate when kissing him, as if he stopped you would completely disappear, like you were planning to all that time ago. That's why he goes deeper, embracing you closely. Afraid that any time, you'll leave him. 

You part to try and catch your breath and he only parts so you can do so. 

“..are …we planning.. anything... today?”, you manage to get out, taking small gasps of air between each word. 

“..No, let's just stay in bed.” When he says it like that, head already so close to yours and eyeing your lips so desperately, you would be cruel to refuse. So you lean in for another kiss, and another, and another. All throughout the morning.

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you write “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!” for poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club with gn reader? And for the dynamics, would be adorable if the reader is an absolute gentleman/gentlewoman with the girls and a lovely pain in the ass with the guys.

Cuddling Chaos || poly! Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn! reader

Summary: your mornings are never exactly quiet given who your partners are

Warnings/contains: domestic fluff, mild swearing, mentions of eating/food in terms of breakfast and such, playful banter

Prompt list used can be found here

Beginning notes: I certainly can!! thanks so much for the poly njbc ask btw, they're some of my favorite to write for 🥺💞 (also for those who were wondering it was still colder when this ask was initially sent in so that's why this is set somewhere around that time. sorry anon for making you wait so long for this, I hope you enjoy it regardless <3)

Winter (and even early spring) was always bound to be cold in New York, especially in the early mornings, which is why you were so thankful you had four other people to share a bed with in order to keep you warm. There were, however, a few setbacks.

"Alright, which one of you idiots is warming your icy little feet on me?" You questioned while wiggling around in the spot you'd taken the night before, laying curled up somewhere in the center of the bed. "Seriously, you need to get that checked."

You could hear someone- probably Chuck, knowing him -let out a snort of laughter at your words from nearby, followed by the rustling of sheets as someone moved on the other side of you.

"Ah, that'd be me. Sorry," came Nate's apologetic response as he pulled his feet away from you and moved them back over to his side of the bed. "I thought you were Serena. Usually she doesn't mind if I warm my feet on her, which is why they were there in the first place."

"Well, you should check who you're warming yourself on next time," you grumbled lightly in response, giving his side of the blanket a firm tug to emphasize your point.

"Hey!" He lightly exclaimed while immediately tugging it back over him in hopes of blocking out any more of the cold air from hitting his body. A soft giggle came from a lump under the blankets somewhere between you and him, the golden head of hair sticking out near the pillow indicating it was Serena.

"Can you two shut up? Some of us are trying to get some beauty sleep," the frustrated voice of Blair spoke on your other side. Clearly she'd woken up at some point during the ruckus you were causing, something you hadn't yet realized due to the sleep mask still covering her eyes.

"Sorry, B. We'll try to keep it down," you gently murmured while reaching your hand over to affectionately run your fingers through her hair, something she responded to by letting out a sigh of content as she rolled over to cuddle up closer to you.

"What about me? Don't I get pat on the head or two?" Chuck asked in a deceivingly innocent voice, to which you simply reached over and gave the side of his head a playful shove.

"No, you don't, because you're a nuisance. Now shut up, B's trying to get some sleep."

He let out a grunt of displeasure at the action but shut his mouth regardless, the room falling silent. Until-

"Who the hell is using my legs as a natural heat source again?" You demanded while wiggling around under the covers in an attempt to get away from the unidentified pair of feet, adding in a warning tone, "I swear to God I'm going to push whoever it is out of the bed."

That's when Serena's face suddenly popped out from underneath the covers. "I think it was me," she said while quickly retracting her feet and moving to lay with her head on your shoulder so she could stare up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you might've been B." The brunette in question let out an indignant huff at that but remained quiet otherwise. "Please don't push me out of the bed."

"Aw, sweetheart, of course not," you cooed sweetly as your fingers began to gently comb through her hair, slowly beginning to untangle the knots she had. "I only said that because I thought it was Chuck who was doing it."

You heard an indignant scoff from the other side of Blair that would have no doubt led to a slew of protests had it not been followed by a soft grunt of pain. You were pretty sure that signified she hit him on the abdomen in order to get him to be quiet so she could try to go back to sleep.

"I'm glad you're not kicking me out of the bed, otherwise I'd have to use my powers of persuasion to convince you otherwise," Serena continued in a suggestive purr before flopping on top of you and peppering your face with sleepy kisses. This created a chain reaction that resulting in Nate sighing in resignation as the blanket was yanked from off him yet again, Blair shrieking when Serena landed so that she was laying halfway on top of her, and Chuck snickering at the chaos everyone erupted into.

"Serena, get off!-"

"Please don't kick me off the bed, I'll be so good, I swear by it-"

"Seriously? My blanket, again?-"

"God, I wish I had a camera-"

"Okay, okay, enough," you stated firmly while wriggling out from underneath the blanket-and-person cocoon you were trapped in, popping out successfully at the end of the bed on the other side. "Since we're all officially up now, I'm going downstairs to ask if Dorota will make us some breakfast."

Serena sat up instantly at the mention of food, her hair a visible mess from the way she slept on it. "Ooh, will you bring me back a bowl of raspberries?"

"I'll take some nonfat yogurt," Blair piped up from where she was still curled up under the covers, her sleepmask remaining planted firmly on her face.

"Aw, anything for my gorgeous Sleeping Beauties," you replied warmly before turning to leave. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Hey, what about us?" Nate asked while sitting up some himself, seeming both slightly inconvienced and mildly amused at once.

"You can either wait until Dorota's done, or you can head downstairs yourselves to grab something small until then. The 'Prince Charmings' are perfectly capable of doing things for themselves," you called back over your shoulder.

The noise of light squabbling could be heard even as you made your way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, Chuck remarking that Serena's hair looked like a disheveled bird's nest and her retaliating by throwing a pillow at his face. Things were certainly never dull around them, that was certain.

You returned to the bedroom a few minutes later after grabbing a pre-breakfast snack for the girls to find Blair still trying to get a couple extra minutes of sleep, except now she was on the other side of Nate and laying pressed against him, almost as though she was using him as a makeshift wall between her and your other two partners. The Golden Boy himself was merely observing as Serena and Chuck play fought by lightly smacking each other with the throw pillows, the two tittering with laughter as they did so.

"Will you two idiots cut it out?" Blair suddenly snapped as she ripped the sleepmask off her face and scowled at the disturbance, though her gaze instantly softened the moment she saw the cup of yogurt in your hands. "Thank you," she grumbled appreciatively, not forgetting her manners despite the grumpiness she felt over getting woken up early.

"Nonfat Greek yogurt for Queen B," you declared while handing her the cup before turning and doing the same with Serena. "And a bowl of raspberries for the resident It Girl of Manhattan."

She let out an excited shriek before tossing the pillow in her hands behind her without a care (it hit Nate in the chest as a result, causing him to let out a quiet "oof" while Chuck guffawed with vibrant glee).

"How come those two get snacks brought to them and we have to get up ourselves?" Nate repeated the same question that he had earlier as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed by where Blair was, Serena laying back to rest her head in your lap as she began to happily munch on the raspberries.

Chuck beat you to answering. "Probably something to do with how chivalry isn't truly dead. Or maybe we just aren't the favorites," he lazily drawled while laying back to rest his head on the other boy's shoulder, seeming unfazed by your refusal to bring them anything back from the kitchen.

"That's not true. I don't play favorites," you insisted even as you began to hand feed Serena the fruit rather than having her do it herself. Blair remained quiet for once, fully invested on eating her yogurt as she began to wake up more fully.

"Oh, yeah? Let me have a raspberry then," Nate playfully demanded while holding his hand out expectantly, something that made Chuck laugh.

Shrugging, you replied with, "Don't ask me, ask her," while pointing to Serena, who was already beginning to sit up and move over towards him.

"If you want it, you'll have to take it from me," she stated with a coy smile as she placed a raspberry between her lips, causing Nate to have to lean forward and place his mouth on hers in order to take it. Chuck let out a low whistle while Blair rolled her eyes endearingly at her partners.

"You're all ridiculous," she muttered while continuing to eat her yogurt, unable to fully hide the fond gaze in her eyes while she spoke.

"Yeah, but you love us anyway," you affectionately teased while reaching over to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the action causing her cheeks to heat up in a barely perceptible blush.

"B, you should share some of your yogurt with us," Serena suddenly stated with a mischievous glint in her eyes, already beginning to crawl over to the other girl's side of the bed.

"Absolutely not. I refuse to partake in whatever kind of foolishness that's being participated in here," Blair replied matter-of-factly, letting out a shriek of surprise when the blonde blindsided her with a kiss before snatching the yogurt from her hands, grinning as she used the spoon to get a scoopful before bringing it up to her mouth.

If Serena was the cat that ate the canary, then Blair was an ornery lapdog that had just gotten its snack taken away. "Serena, give it back-" the brunette demanded while lunging over to her so she could grab the yogurt cup back out of her hands.

Serena screeched in delight as she moved to hide behind Nate (who pulled her closer on instinct), your arms instantly reaching out to catch Blair around the waist before she could tackle the other girl down onto the bed. "Alright, let's not get into a fight so early in the morning."

"Aw, no fair. Catfights are the best," Chuck commented with a sly grin as he lounged back against the pillows next to Serena, his words causing Blair to gag ever so slightly.

"You are seriously disgusting, did you know that?"

Before he could begin to protest, the door opened to reveal Dorota entering while carrying a massive tray full of food. "Breakfast," she cheerfully declared in that thick accent of hers, not doing so much as batting an eye at the obvious mayhem she'd just walked into as she was well used to it by now.

Things seemed to settle down a bit more after that as the five of you began to tuck in to the food that had been brought, Dorota exiting and returning a few moments later with yet another tray covered in extra food and beverages that she set down on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

"Thank you, Dorota," Blair politely acknowledged the housekeeper's actions, followed by a chorus of murmured agreements from the rest of you.

As your partners began to casually chat about their shared plans for the day, all you could think about was just how grateful you were to have the four of them in your life. Even if it was a bit difficult having to share a bed with them at times.

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[lisbeth-kk]

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Powerless Against Affection

It never occurred to me how similar John and I were as children. Not until he told me his story. He was obviously not as quirky as me, but we had one particular thing in common – our need for closeness and touch.  

For him, it had been his aunt, for me my grandmother. I’m sure a psychoanalyst will have a field day picking that addiction apart.

Anyway.

My parents never showed open affection. Not toward me, nor my brother. Our grandmother did. She would let me sit in her lap for hours, just resting my head on her shoulder, patting her arm or hand, while she held me secure in place. Sometimes, she talked to whoever was present, watched telly, or read me a story. Everyone told me I was too old to cling to her like a toddler. She told them, in no uncertain terms, to shut it. Her tongue was widely known to be poisonous if she felt attacked or treated unfairly. She was fiercely protective of me, and I cried myself to sleep for weeks after she passed when I was seven.

John’s aunt had been his safe haven when his parents fought. She lived only five minutes from their flat, and she worked from home as an author. Her door was always open, and when he came crying to her, retelling what he’d seen back home, she made him tea, and let him rest his head in her lap while she typed on her typewriter.

When John was nine, his aunt got engaged to be married. Her fiancé didn’t approve of the relationship between her and her nephew, and wanted her to stop seeing him, or at least stop letting the boy lie in her lap. It was indecent, he claimed.

According to John, she did protest, but in the end she relented.

“Let me go, John,” was the last words she said to him.

He never visited her again. 

John learned his lesson, strengthened his heart, moved on. I was not that clever. Not then.

***

I got infatuated alarmingly fast. In the beginning, it was nothing romantic about it. If a teacher or a neighbour, paid me enough friendly attention, I was lost to this world. I did anything to get the tiniest glimpse of them, a kind word, or an affectionate touch to my hair, shoulder, or upper arm. 

Back then, my entire demeanour was like an open book. I had no boundaries and loved openly. Of course, my peers picked up on it, tormented me, threatened to expose me. I spent hours in front of the mirror rehearsing an impenetrable expression. It obviously worked. In theory. Out in the open – not so much.

***

For years, I tried to protect my heart, but then, one sunny September day, the new boy arrived at Cambridge University. Victor Trevor. 

He looked like a Greek god with his golden locks, green eyes with honey-coloured specks, and an athletic body.

We were of similar height, but I didn’t eat much, and was thin and fragile compared to his muscular frame. To me, Victor seemed untouchable, way out of my league. But just like John, he surprised me. 

He was endlessly fascinated by my experiments, the cruel deductions I let spill whenever my classmates mocked me, called me freak.

“You sure told Sebastian,” he laughed heartily.

I loved his laughter, and tried to coax it out of him as often as I could.

When we had sex the first time, I thought I could die happily. Victor was both passionate and caring. It was not a one-sided relationship. He gave as good as he got. In the beginning.

“Damn, you’re so clingy and needy, Sherl,” he started to complain when I didn’t want him to leave the bed. “I have other obligations, you know.”

I tried my best not to feel hurt by that and failed spectacularly.

It got better when he introduced me to drugs. They helped me to cope with the heartbreak. Victor told me he needed more. 

“I’m too young to be exclusive, yet. You can fuck other blokes if you like as well. Experiment. Get experienced. That’s what uni is about, yeah.”

When I tried to protest and told him he was my one and only, he just laughed at me. Idiot that I was, I clung to him when he broke up with me.

“Let me go! You’re suffocating me, Sherl. Get a grip. And a life.”

***

After that, I wandered alone, didn’t let anybody near me. I created a new persona. 

A well-functioning sociopath.

For years, everyone believed me. 

Until John.

I hadn’t been this fascinated, ever. Not even Victor came close to the impact John had on me from the moment he entered that lab at Barts.

Of course, I couldn’t help myself; I had to interact with him. My deductions were meant to make him run away screaming. When he didn’t, my fascination grew. I interrogated Mike about him, but he didn’t know much. 

“John is a private person, Sherlock. Even when inebriated, or drunk beyond measure, he never let his façade falter. It’s bloody impressive. This is a mystery you have to solve on your own.”

I was determined to do just that. After all, how difficult could it be? I had deduced him correctly after mere seconds in his presence. The rest should be child’s play.

I had never been more wrong in my entire life.

***

“What are you thinking about, love?”

John’s voice is soft. His fingers are carding through my hair. It makes me pliant, lazy, and utterly content. But it only takes seconds for those emotions to turn to arousal and want; if he just grabs a little harder, tugs just so, I’ll be writhing with lust. He is a sorcerer, an indicator of why he got the nickname, Three Continents Watson.

“No more of that,” he always says when I bring it up. “I’m all yours now.”

“What if you want to be rid of me?” I ask, needing the reassurance he’ll instantly give me.

“I will never ask you to let me go, my darling. You are my entire world. My precious boy. I love you. This is forever.”

“You really mean that,” I reply.

“I do. You don’t have to question that. But I will always dispel your fears. Just ask me.”

***

John has kept his promise, and for each year, I have felt more at rest. His patience with me is unprecedented. 

“You have been hurt and abandoned so many times, Sherlock. Your tender and big heart doesn’t have the ability to harden the way mine has, or had, to be precise. It would splinter if you asked me to leave you.”

“We both know that will never happen, John.”

“I know, my love. This is forever.”

“Forever,” I agree.

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TO YOU I BELONG: CHAPTER 15

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Dean isn't looking for a mate, and the last place he expects to meet his soulmate is while on a case. Fate ain't real. He still has free will, and saving you is just another part of the job. Except, monsters aren't the only things you need saving from... 18+ only MDNI

Chapter Word Count: 7k words

Chapter Warnings: the usual angst, pregnancy feels, jealousy and talk (I absolutely made a couple of jokes about the grosser side of things), fluff, bit more of a case towards the end

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His son. His boy. Dean had been right all along, and was now trying extremely hard not to rub it in your face. It was easier said than done when you needed some serious cheering up.

Not that you weren’t ecstatic, either. You very much were. You’d shed a tear. A happy one that he’d swiped up with his thumb before helping you get down from the examination table. You’d squeezed his fingers and swiped your own thumb over his when he had. Been extra affectionate. Stuck by his side, hand under his flannel, rubbing and smoothing his shirt over the muscles in his back.

But through all that, ever since the doc had mentioned risks, there was a strain in your face. A sourness to your sweet apple that had him more concerned than he’d already been. 

Were you scared? Because he still was. He couldn’t stop thinking about you being in pain, especially knowing the ride to the hospital would be more uncomfortable than he’d first realised. 

He didn’t want to imagine what a mango might feel like passing through any hole of his, let alone a watermelon, though he suspected that wasn’t quite your problem. Anyone excited to compare their offspring to a piece of fruit every other week couldn’t be that terrified of the size differences.

No. There was something else, and when he had you alone in Baby after you’d taken that long awaited leak. After being given the grand tour of the clinic’s birthing suites. After another milkshake at his ‘favourite’ diner, (and an extra trip to the bathroom for you), he’d made space for you under his wing. Held the steering wheel with his left, and gone in, guns a-carefully tucked away in their holsters. 

“So… What’re we thinking?” His gaze flicked to his phone in your hand as he settled Baby into the right turning lane, waiting for the light to go green. “Cookie Monster’s cousin, or the bigger one with the tassels?” 

You were flicking back and forth through the photos he’d taken of them the night before. It had to have been the thousandth time since leaving the clinic; surprising that your thumb wasn’t suffering an RSI injury. 

You lowered the screen and side-eyed him. A pout to your lips that was meant to be one of anger. Only Dean caught the twitch of your cheek. Course, it helped that your scent was calm and sweet again. 

He grinned, and it only grew when your elbow poked into his ribs. “You’re sleeping with the blue one tonight,” you said.

Really? “Are you gonna be there too, or am I downgraded?” And was he cruel enough to lose the thing accidentally at the hospital when the time came?

Of course he wasn’t. Maybe. 

“Depends on if you insult my cushion choices again.” Your head dropped back into your lap and the phone in it as Dean took the turn.

He held you tighter, patting with placating in mind once he was certain you’d all remained upright. “C’mon. You gotta admit it looks like someone hacked up a muppet.” All it needed was ping-pong balls and a felt-tip marker. He had plenty of knives to cut out a mouth with.

“I’d say it’s softer. Fluffier. And it has a nice smell.” 

“So what’s the point of me scenting it, then?” Surely he could sleep with a throw instead. 

“It’s nice because it’s neutral,” you said. “Still smells like the factory, so it’s perfect to pick up yours.”

So was the blanket you’d bought at Walmart if he remembered correctly. The one that was similar to what your mom had given you. 

“The fuzz holds the scents, huh?” he asked, and you nodded, hummed, oblivious to where his train of thought was going. 

“It’s polyester. If it was wool or cotton, it’d be better. But they treat it with something that balances out the other chemicals they use.”

Dean was following the motions, steering the car home like he was driving over the back of his hand. Sure, he was hearing words here and there. Your ramblings about fibres and the texture on your skin. How the zip, hidden on the muppet, would be more comfortable for your son. That he paid the most attention to, and his jaw loosened because of it. Legs fell further apart, bringing his knee to hang over yours at you, mentioning him as him. He had to adjust his boot on the pedal to maintain speed. 

Lucky there was no one behind him. 

The city was quiet for a Monday. People did, in fact, have jobs to go to. Either that or they were all congregated at the pup store again, shopping up storms. 

Nah. Couldn’t be.

The diner was dead. No older omegas judged him for a change. Even the hospital adjoining the clinic and the maternity ward had been scarce of people.

There were no moans or groans. No wailing from little lungs taking their first breaths even. Just you and Cameron, making plans with words that suited the likes of the Dothraki or some cute and cuddly Ewok. 

Epidurals meant less pain. Jaundice was the fancy-pants term for yellow skin caused by Billy Reuben. Braxton Hicks were the douchebags of the contracting world. Oh, and you might tear… He knew healing would take a while, but actual stitches not even the epidural could prevent? Yeah, he wasn’t prepared for that. Why hadn’t that come up in his research?

The kicker that had brought you on this tangent, thus evading your true crux, though? “The clinic allows for one large suitcase of nesting supplies,” the nurse had said. “As long as it fits into the dimensions, you can bring it.” And that he understood.

The place wanted to be a freaking airport. 

Blankets, pillows and floof checked-in. The bag with things for you and the pup, more like cabin baggage handled at security. The six times he’d flown had been enough to understand that experience. That was an ordeal. 

“Is it checked?” you’d asked, concerned about anyone and everyone getting their mitts on everything you’d carefully selected and scented.

“We won’t touch anything,” she assured you, but the ‘but’ was there and obvious. 

There’d be no passing go with any more than what their baggage allowance allowed, which, of course, was a rule for all patients. Dean could appreciate that. Unlike Nurse killjoy and the rest of the medical staff, however, they didn’t see the hours of preparation and stress you’d put into your birthing nest before the tour. And that was just what he’d seen in the last twenty-four.

He knew you. Knew your history and what was going on in that brain of yours, even when you thought you were pulling the wool over his eyes. What made you tick, just as you knew what drove him. 

It was fucking scary.

You might’ve pretended you were okay. You both might’ve believed you were fine on the odd occasion. Like everyone else though, everything you did, from the moment you woke up in the morning to the second you closed your eyes to sleep at night, was littered with the remnants of your past, and his.

So while it wasn’t every minute, many of them in between those waking hours filled with fleeting thoughts of Hell, the influence Cain’s mark had on him. Purgatory. Dick. His mom, yours, and all the decisions you were making adjacent to them.

You brushed it off whenever he left enough of an opening to do so. Like everything else, he was guilty of letting you do it, but he tried his damn hardest to make up for it when he could. Small gestures, actions, prioritised words, and as much love as he could give.

He squeezed you with the arm hanging over your shoulder again. Took another turn. Massaged the edge of your boob, because he could, and pulled himself back into the conversation he’d started. 

The screen was about to go to sleep. The sun overhead just peaked out from under the Impala’s roof and into the windscreen, glossing over your eyes as you looked back to him, deadpanning.

“Dean?” you questioned.

“You buy whatever it is you want me to wear, and I’ll put it on,” he said, hoping against all hope, no frills were involved.

“I thought you weren’t listening.” 

“Course I was.” Enough to piece together a decent response, at least. 

He turned his head. Checked the path was clear in the side mirror before merging, realising after the fact that checking was pointless, aside from his family being there. He smirked at that. “But why am I only wearing the thing at night?” 

“Not at night,” you said. “Only in bed. No monster guts, remember?”

“But I can’t shower before putting it on?” The concept of sweat and his pheromones made plenty of sense. Not showering after a hunt, though? Yeah, there was bound to be blood. His or someone else’s.

“You sure you thought that through?” he asked.

And there was silence. Aside from Baby’s purr and the guitar riff filtering through the stereo, that tried to compete with her. 

“Guess not.” You sighed, becoming quiet again.

It didn’t help that your shoulders tensed under him. Your thigh, too. Both squeezed together, shifting your knees ever so slightly away from his. 

He opened his mouth to suggest a different piece of clothing. His boxers. His socks. They’d be equally sweaty. Just not the best to drape over his newborn pup. No kid wanted to hear the story of how they once wore something that’d touched their father’s sack. 

But the ping from a message interrupted him, and “Who’s that?” he asked, knowing it was his phone. 

“Sam,” you said. A sliver of snark present when you added, “He and Eileen want to cook dinner for us.” 

“That’s nice of them?” Least, he thought so. The way you’d read the message suggested otherwise, though, and he took a chance to look at your face.

“It is.” You nodded.

“But?” 

But this time you shook your head. and looked down at his phone, still in your hands. “What do you want me to send back?” you asked.

It was safe to say he regretted his answer. Letting you commandeer his message thread? You then telling him you needed to stop by the local grocery store on your way home? Yeah, bad move, Dean.

Tomatoes

Fresh basil 

Garlic

Those three items were only the beginning. Not even the tip of the iceberg lettuce, which was also on the list. The damn thing took up four lengths of his phone’s screen.

“Why’re we getting this stuff again? They’re the ones cooking,” he grumbled as he leant over the cart, pushing it forward to let an elderly beta past.

This position was becoming more and more frequent, and he’d become rather skilled at navigating the metal cages. Gold medal material with the way he turned the damn thing. Whether that was good was still up for debate.

“It’s the least we can do,” you said, examining the mound of onions, a piece of vegetable at a time. Turning them over. Inspecting the flaky skin and differences in the colour underneath it. Weighing each piece with your hands.

“No. The least we can do is eat what they cook. You should be taking a load off.” 

Your head flicked to him on that. A scowl, clear on your face.

Oops.

One thing he’d learnt as you grew bigger was to never question your current ability to do anything. His last rut had been a testament to that. So until it got to the point when the frustrated fire in your eyes could kill like Cyclops’ beam, it was best to assume you could do whatever it was he thought you couldn’t.

Here, you weren’t as tired as he thought, and he had to take a different approach. “You’re getting a decent meal that you don’t have to make yourself for a change.” 

“You cook for us all the time,” you said, and spun back around to continue choosing the perfect onion.

Crisis averted.

“Not with all this fresh stuff I don’t. This is better for you and the pup.” Actual minced beef. Tomatoes off the vine, not from a jar. You used these when you cooked, too. Mostly, though, you were working with tinned and other non-perishable goods because it was more practical when hunts went on for longer than expected. Less waste, you’d said. 

Eileen had also asked for the ingredients she needed to make the pasta herself, so you guys were in for a treat. You never made the…oh.

Having maintained a distance easy enough to grab your ass at all times, his step forward was a mere shuffle. His hand only had to move up for his fingers to gain access to the nape of your neck and the whispers of hair that breached over your natural hairline. 

Your purr was exactly what he was aiming for. While he still hadn’t had time for his thoughts to fester, he stopped pussy-footing around and went all in and straight up asked you. Not even he could keep this up.

“What’s going on, Omega?” he said. Besides your nest and the eleven ounce baby boy playing on your anxieties, now Eileen making pasta was setting you off? “Last night you were excited to meet her.” 

You huffed. The muscles in your back rippled down his arm.

Okay. Maybe not. 

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

“It’s stupid.” Stupid enough for a flare of anger to tinge your scent and a suspicious sniff to accompany it?

“What is?”

You raised him an onion. Not quite what he was expecting, but he took it and waited. He wasn’t budging until you gave him something besides produce.

“It’s… I wasn’t… I… Will you be going on the next hunt?” you rushed. Head fixed on the sea of brown before you. 

Yeah. That also wasn’t what he was expecting. What did that have to do with Eileen and her cooking dinner for you? 

He reached behind him and dumped the vegetable somewhere in the cart. Not phased by where it landed, only sure it had made its destination because the rolling and rustling of onion skin didn’t make it as far as the floor.

“Uh, yeah…probably,” he said, and your cheek sunk in. “Okay, you know what? Let’s just…” The hand on your neck dropped and soon both were twisting you towards him and raising your chin and gaze to meet his. 

Your eyes had glossed over again, and he swallowed. Hard. Tongue moistened his lips. Thumb swiped at the fresh tear forming in the corner of your eye. Anything to relieve the dry feeling that had overtaken him. 

“It’s my job, sweetheart.” Sure, it didn’t pay the bills, but it was a duty he’d always be obligated to. Who would do it if he and Sammy didn’t? He’d considered that many times before, and you knew that. Seen it, too. He’d made sure of it before you ever had. Still, he studied your expression, heart ticking away way too fast. What if it wasn’t so cut?

“And when my due date gets closer?” you asked.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” 

Earning your keep was a lonely business. He knew that. Being grounded in the bunker for weeks on end was…awful. The cabin fever was better when you had someone else to spend time with, but you…there by yourself…alone…even now wasn’t easy on either of you. 

But when that time came? Of course, he’d stick around. He wasn’t letting you do anything alone. “You won’t be able to get rid of me,” he said, and went to pull you in close, only to have you resist. 

Your palms pushed against his chest. “But when will you stop?” you asked. 

When indeed.

Dean telling you he was waiting for Doctor Cameron to tell him when the best time was to stick around wasn’t as reassuring as he thought it was. You knew he had to work. Of course you did. When he stayed home, yeah, his cabin fever and the almost constant hovering over you could sometimes drive you nuts. But it never stopped you from wanting him home.  

Like everything else, there was a balance. A fine line. And in your case? It came down to being supportive and your wants. 

Dean’s life was hunting. You couldn’t prevent him from doing it. He’d been at it for longer than you’d been on the scene. He didn’t need to hear how every single time he left, a huge chunk of fear weighed you down because you were terrified he’d get hurt or worse.

What if he died? Became a demon again? What if he went to hell, or purgatory, or somewhere far more sinister?

Still, “I promise I’ll be there,” he’d said, not knowing what the real issue was. Yet, he was clever enough to notice the underlying ones with your mom. 

Yeah. You put a stop to that.

Of course you did. 

You didn’t want to think about her. You’d been doing well, not thinking about her until the point when Doctor Cameron reminded you she wasn’t there. Asshole. He was a brilliant doctor, though, and knowing he would be there on call was reassuring. Dean would be there, too, you hoped. Assuming your little man didn’t decide to enter the world too quick. 

You think you came early? That’s what your mom had told you when you were younger, right? Or was that Ritchie and his mom? You’d had more to do with her in recent years, but it’s not like you could call either of them and confirm. Not like you wanted to, and that’s what you’d keep telling yourself.

Your hands moved to your bump as Dean clanked ahead of you down the spiral staircase and into the sweet chill of the war room’s air-conditioning that afternoon. He’d left Baby out front, and that just added another weight on top of everything else going on in your head. There wasn’t even a case yet, but it was inevitable, and her being parked there was just another reminder of everything going wrong in your life. 

Dramatic much?

You had a son on the way. A mate who loved you. Even if he’d never said it aloud, you knew it. 

You shared a home. Another Omega had been living in it for most of the day while you’d been gone, but it was your home. She was going to cook in your kitchen, and god, this is what you’d meant when you told Dean it was stupid. 

“Sammy!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as he reached the bottom. 

Did he have to be so loud? How his timbre could still sound so deep at such a high projection was still baffling to you. 

He’d been carrying the groceries you’d picked up at the store on the way through. Eight bags juggled in his hands cut off the circulation, turning his fingertips white. His precious six pack, tucked under his arm. But he wouldn’t make a second trip or let you carry something.  

Nope. Always the hero.

So, when his boot thumped onto the polished floor instead of another clack against metal, he swept across it to dump his load on the table. Shaking the blood back into his fingers once he had.

“What?” he said when he turned to see you staring at him. 

“Was that necessary?”

“Just announcing our presence.” He grinned. 

He just wanted to gloat. 

“Yeah, well, everyone in town heard you.” And you wanted to slap him for it. But then his face turned like it tended to. No longer mischievous, the attentive side of him coming out as his eyes narrowed at yours. “You need to take another leak?” 

“Yeah.” Not really, but you’d use the reprieve he’d thrown at you. If you were smart, you could push it to ten, fifteen even. Let him believe the less glamorous side of pregnancy was getting to you. 

As long as he didn’t announce that to the room. Sam and his potential future mate did not need to know about your bowel movements over dinner and getting-to-know-you’s. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” You patted his chest, receiving a tender kiss on your forehead in return.

“Just don’t get it on your hands this time.” He snickered, and you glared at him as he pulled away.

“You try peeing in a cup when you can’t see what you’re doing.” God. You would never live that down. More fool you for making your disgust obvious back at the clinic. 

You left him on that note, scurrying past the Arctic end of the large map. Up and over the wooden steps of the library. Through the door in the back as fast as your balance would allow.

Yes, it was longer. Thanks to Dean calling out his brother’s name, though, chances are the other, quicker path to the bathroom was a no go for now. Funnily enough, you did need to go. Now.

You were also relying on those ten to fifteen minutes to prepare yourself. 

She was probably lovely. Sam liked her. Dean spoke highly of her. And maybe that was the problem? You weren’t just territorial about your home and your nest, but both he and Sam? If he claimed her, she’d be moving in. She was a hunter, and she’d be going out with them on hunts while you stayed there. 

She’d be around your mate. In tight quarters. She’d get to leave the bunker. She knew their life. Their job. Had known them longer than you and...

She was standing right in front of you.

All you’d done was round a corner in one of the bunker’s many hallways. You hadn’t even made it to the bathroom yet, and… And... “Hi,” you said, hoping she didn’t catch the scowl that’d been on your face before you’d removed it. “You must be Eileen?…”

…

…

…

Alright. 

So she wasn’t all that bad. She was sweet, smart, funny, and you could see the connection between her and Sam. She may have used the wrong pot for boiling the pasta in - it was too small - but the meal she made was delicious, and her scent…well it wasn’t too bad.

Rich and tomatoey, the food, not Eileen. Fresh, with extra mushrooms and onions ground into the sauce so Dean didn’t notice. And even though you weren’t the one to cook, you didn’t have to clean up either. That made things all the better. Sam and Dean handled it while you and her sat across from each other at the kitchen table talking.

“And you can only take one suitcase?” she asked as she looked through the photos on Dean’s phone. “What if you packed some in your bag?”

“I knew I liked her,” Dean quipped from his position behind the sink, leaving you to repeat his words for Eileen’s sake.

It was a natural progression to talk about. Most of the evening had been pup talk or hunting. You’d heard stories of Eileen hunting Banshees and her latest escapade with Sam and how she’d saved his ass. There was an underlying question the more you spoke, but it wasn’t like you could outright ask her and Sam if they were planning to mate or not. That was none of your business.

“I guess I could,” you said. “But I shouldn’t need too much. The clinic provides extra blankets and pillows.” You were free to put them wherever you wanted. The bed, the floor, the tiny little closet in the corner of the room if it made you feel safer. The only drawback was that space was harder to get you out if you needed to be moved.

You wouldn’t dwell on that, lest your fears overtake you more. So it was helpful that Eileen had a point. 

“That aren’t yours.” 

That’s why you wanted Dean to wear the same shirt every night. His scent would soak into the fibres and in four months’ time, it’d be very comforting and stretchy enough to wear around your neck at the very least. Especially if he didn’t make it. 

And there it was again. The actual issue. Numero uno. Although, how you planned to get to the hospital if he wasn’t there hadn’t entered your rational mind until now, either. 

He had to be home waiting with you. He’d promised. 

That night, when Dean had you alone again, he found himself with the blue muppet cushion under his arm, and you above it. He preferred that, even if his hand and fingers had gone numb on account of the awkward angle his right elbow and shoulder were now stuck in.

His left arm, however, wrapped over your middle. Your fingers in his. The throw, once tied in a bow, draped over the bed’s blanket and sheet. The nest needed scents to be done in layers, according to you and Eileen. 

Yeah. He regretted getting involved in that conversation. 

He couldn’t say the same for how well you’d gotten along, though. Sammy just needed to seal the deal. Have a pup in camaraderie. Didn’t matter that it was for all the wrong reasons. 

You’d have another omega around to talk to about nests and sympathise about heats with. All the things that made pregnancy not so wonderful, bitching about him because that’s what all omegas did when you weren’t having slumber parties and pillow fights, obviously.

He smirked, and you squeezed his hand, hard. Nails dug into his skin, piercing, probably drawing blood with how sharp they were, and you weren’t even in labour. 

“What was that for?” he groaned, and you chuckled.

“That’s for whatever perverted thought you had going on in there.”

“I’m not allowed to fantasise about my mate?” he grumbled, knowing there was no point denying it. He squeezed your stomach in albeit gentle retribution. 

“You are. But I know you just did that smirk you get when it’s something gross.”

He begged to differ. Gross was mucus plugs and haemorrhoids. Both he’d had to hear all about at the clinic, and he hadn’t complained. It was great the doc was getting you prepared, he just preferred it when the focus was on the stuff movies and TV were okay with showing. 

Knowing your water breaking might be more of a trickle than a gush, useful. Hearing a phrase like the bloody show and learning what it meant? Slick was sexy, jelly-like, not so much. Even for an experienced hunter. 

Still, that smirk of his remained, and he leant in to kiss his claim as a peace offering. Peppering ‘round the sensitive scar. Savouring the delicate saltiness on your skin until you elicited a contented sigh that sent his heart racing further than it already was. 

It was the most relaxed you’d been all day. Even during moments spent just you and him.

The clinic. In Baby. The store. It was clear this room, and the bunker, brought the most comfort for you. He’d say for both of you, but for him, it was you being there that did it for him.

You’d turned his world upside down in such a short amount of time, and who would’ve thought it? He couldn’t imagine life without you now, and while that really was scary, it was nothing compared to what he was putting you through.

You wouldn’t be stressing over packing your nest up into a suitcase if he was normal. You’d have your mom with you. You’d be living in the suburbs, having the pup in your home where a doctor could be called out to you if needed. 

You and your son would be safe. No weapons. No devils traps or sigils. Salt would be solely for the kitchen. Burning would only be a word for cakes and, god forbid, steaks on a barbecue. And he’d never have to travel for work, unless he was actually in pest control.

But he’d tried it before and it hadn’t worked. He always got pulled back in, and this…turmoil he put himself through every time always resurfaced.

God. Some soulmate he was. He could knock you up, but he couldn’t give you what you deserved. 

He could never let you go, either, and he nuzzled his neck into yours. Mixed apple and butter. Leather with a touch of cinnamon. Felt your soft skin pass under his scruff. Got rewarded by a snicker and your shoulders shaking against his chest. 

“That tickles,” you said. 

“Does it?” His leg dropped over yours then. Calf and ankle, bringing you closer than you already were. His arm squeezed you tight again as he shuffled himself flush against your back. “How ‘bout now?”

“Nothing changed?”

“Ahhh. But my junk got warmer.” And that time, he was laughing with you. His heart, full to the brim. 

You just had to go and ruin it by asking, “What were you thinking about just now?” 

You had to have meant the part about being gross, right? It wasn’t like there’d been any awkward silences until now. You didn’t want him to mention your mom again, ‘cause that had gone down real well at the store. 

It wouldn’t help him if he went down the path of all his wrong doings, so, “You and Eileen,” he said. “Wrestling in a pool full of jello,” he added with another smirk. 

It was on the same tangent as a slumber party. Just a touch raunchier.

It sure seemed to work because you shuffled yourself then. Rolled over onto your back. He lost the warmth, but he had the perfect view of the girls. Fuller, rounder. Nipples pert, too. Just another perk to having a pregnant mate.

He used the opportunity to lift himself up onto his elbow, clenching his fist a few times to release the blood flow when you gave him his arm back. His free hand traveled lower to under your bump, and an unclothed thigh.  

He touched, he caressed, he kissed wherever he could, answering only with a hum when you called out his name. Too engrossed with what he was doing, until you said, “I was jealous of Eileen.” And it was like you’d forgotten he had a nose.

Still, admitting you had a problem was a big step, and the first for many.

Alcoholics. Drug addicts. Those who want to reclaim their virginity and take a purity pledge. Dean had done that, and look where it got him? Sex with a porn star, eventually mated. 

And now you were a teensy bit territorial over Eileen on top of worrying he wasn’t gonna be there with you when the time came…

Yeah, he was definitely screwed. Time would prove it.

The right side of Baby raised a fraction as Eileen and Sam climbed out of her, but Dean didn’t budge. 

“Dude. You coming?” Sam asked, leaning back in.

Dean gave him a lopsided grin.

“I’ll be there in a minute. Gotta update the Omega,” he said, and Sam nodded.

He patted the roof of the car and stood up straight. He was about to close the door behind him when Dean lowered his head to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, ah, can you order me a double bacon cheeseburger, extra onions? Oh, and extra fries, too.” With you back at the bunker, he could eat every morsel of greasy potato on his plate without the guilt or puppy dog eyes thrown his way. “You know what, make those extras a double, too.” After this conversation, he was gonna need the added carbs.

Sam scoffed. “Right,” he said, and this time shut the door.

The usual creak preceded his footsteps trailing away soon after, and Dean found himself with only the ambiance of the neon lettering from above and the drone of a jukebox cut on and off by all the drunks leaving the bar. 

The stale beer. Second hand smoke that clung to your clothes. A year ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated, having no omega waiting for him in the first place. Five years ago, he’d have already been flirting up a storm with a blonde or brunette. He had no preferences back then, though sipping purple nurples in range of an equally hot bartender was a must. 

Of course, he had you now. A son due in three months. Two things he once said he didn’t need or want, yet here he was, only stopping at this dive because Sam and Eileen had insisted. And he needed to eat. 

Oh, how the tables had turned. He would’ve preferred something quieter. A mom and pop diner. Hell, he’d risk Baby’s fresh paint and go through a drive-thru if the option was there, but it was too late and nothing else was open. His hunting companions were already inside, ordering for him, and he was sitting here, holding off on what he needed to do.

He didn’t want cold fries. He didn’t want to disappoint you, either. When you’d last spoken, he told you he was on his way back. Case closed, a busted trigger finger, sure, but all in one piece and a day’s drive out, give or take. But now? He had a sneaking suspicion you wouldn’t be ecstatic about the news.

Dean moistened his lips and sighed. He fished his phone out of his jacket pocket, careful of the bruised muscle, and held the screen up to face him. At least staying in the car like this meant he could FaceTime you, though maybe that wasn’t such a good thing. Not when you could read his face. Not when he could see those eyes of yours.

He hit the call button and checked his hair in the replay. Wiped the road off his brow. He was practicing his solemn face when you answered, but like the wind, it lit up at the sight of you.

“Hey sweetheart.” 

“Hey,” you said, from what appeared to be one of the plush armchairs in the library. Spoon in your free hand, dusty old books over your shoulders. “Where are you?” 

“Ah, stop over in Kentucky. Whatcha eating?” he asked, hoping to keep the peace a little while longer with whatever snack the pup had you indulging in.

It didn’t work.

He could see the cogs working behind your eyes. Almost hear them clicking over the rockabilly soundtrack, fading in and out as you considered his last position and where he now was. Heading south from Indiana wasn’t the most direct route to Lebanon. 

“You’re not coming home tomorrow,” you said, all too knowing, and the tone pulled the guilt right up and out of him.

He hissed through the tiny gaps in his front teeth. Ran his own free hand back through his hair. “We caught wind of another case,” he said, and your eyes sunk low. 

“There’s been four disappearances the past few weeks in Taylorsville,” he continued, figuring if he played at your heartstrings, it would soften the blow. “But, ah, a fifth person got away. They’re detained at the sheriff’s office, and—”

“You’re going to check it out.” Your head dropped. Your hand moved to your bump. Arm cradling it at the bottom of the screen.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were doing it on purpose. Highlighting what he was missing. Pulling at his heartstrings and returning the favour. Reminding him how much he wanted to hold you both and inhale your scents. 

He tilted the phone in his hand and brought his nose to the top of it. 

Like he could smell you. It was all gunpowder and dirt. Not citrus or apple. And he clenched his free fist and pulled the other one back to see you again. “Yeah,” he said. 

It was in their wheelhouse, and close by. A couple of hours’ drive off route. He couldn’t even say they’d hunted on less. All signs were pointing to the supernatural on account of the escapee and his account.

“Sammy thinks it’s a pair of Vetala’s, and with the three of us, it’ll be—”

“Okay,” you whispered, giving a slight nod. Nothing more, nothing less. 

There was no anger, no outburst, which, frankly, Dean would’ve preferred. Angry he could do. Yelling, screaming. Well, maybe not in your condition, but anything other than this quiet, continual disappointment now oozing down the line.

Though, maybe that’s what he deserved? Promising one minute, breaking it before the next was up.

“Okay?” he repeated, just as softly. “You’re not mad?” he asked. Eyes flicked down and up. Lip twitching as he focused on your face behind the glass, staring back at him 

“Do you want me to be?” 

“No. No, no, I just…” He sighed again. “I miss ya.” And he did. Truly.

Missed your scent. Your warm touch. Your belly, poking into his at night when you rolled into him while deep in sleep. Even stealing his fries. He’d let you have the entire basket if you were here. Not that he wanted you here, here.

“I miss you, too,” you said. And while your smile returned through the cheerful hum that came too, it left just as quick. Brows furrowing as your body shuffled to get comfortable in the seat. “But you already decided to go to…”

“Taylorsville.”

“Right.” 

Technically, he’d been coerced on that front too, but you hearing that would only make things worse. He was still a grown man. He hadn’t said no when Eileen found it. He could’ve put up more of a fight if he wished. Turned the car around even, but he hadn’t. So maybe, just maybe, he wanted to take on this case, and she and Sam were his scapegoats. 

“Well, there’s not much I can do or say from here in the bunker. I’ll call the pack planning clinic in the morning and reschedule.”

“But your next appointment’s not ‘til Tuesday?” 

Your brow quirked at him.

“Yeah, okay.” Point taken. Even milk runs took over two days. The last three were also on the dairy spectrum and each had taken at least three, not including the drive.

“It still might be nothing,” he offered, though he knew he shouldn’t have said it. It’d just rub salt on the wound when up ended up being something, and he cleared his throat. “I’ll, ah, call you after we speak to the sheriff?”

“Alright,” you said. Only this time, you weren’t even looking at him when you spoke. 

Yeah… you weren’t happy, but neither was Dean.

He, Sam, and Eileen had to deal with the lovely folks of Taylorsville the next morning, instead of heading home to you like he’d planned.

Well, Dean and Sam were. Eileen had the luxury of the motel room, researching the history of the area while they did the legwork. And yes, as bad as it sounded, he was jealous of her lack of hearing at that moment, because she didn’t have to deal with the local sheriff, and the funk of five other alphas on the force, running around the overly heated Sheriff’s Department.

“Alec had Janie and Louise’s blood on his shirt,” the sheriff said, averting his eyes back to his paperwork on the tall counter they all stood around. Him on one side, them, the other, and close to the door.

If only Dean could run out of it.

Much like him, the sheriff’s signature on the dotted line was a scrawl of someone who didn’t give a rat’s ass. He flopped the flimsy cream cover over, closing the file, only to look up, appearing shocked Sam and Dean still stood before him. “It’s a cut and dry case, fellas. Just a kid getting his jollies, turning on his friends. He blames it on vampires. We found a bag of weed on him.”

“What about the fourth guy?” Dean asked with a click of his fingers. “Gavin?” 

Some FBI work. A real agent wouldn’t forget the names of a victim. Of course, he always had, but a younger version of himself would’ve made his stone-cold approach less obvious. Not that he didn’t care, he just found it easier when he separated himself from the victims. He was less likely to take them home (and mate with them).

His smirk grew. Complimented the well-fitted suit you’d fixed for him, leaving the good sheriff staring, mouth agape and confounded, until Sam cleared his throat.

“What my partner means is you’ve still got another missing person out there.”

“Who takes off from time to time?” The sheriff’s hands came to his belt, looped his thumbs beneath it, pushing his pelvis forward. The added puff of his chest (and cheeks), all attempts to show authority to a couple of suits. 

There was a ‘this is my jurisdiction’ look in his eyes they were all too familiar with. But he soon realised they weren’t standing down, and he waved his hand in dismissal. “Look, if you agents wanna waste your time, be my guest. But Alec ain’t here.”

Dean pumped his fists tight on his side. If the kid wasn’t here, they could be on their merry way. Chalk the whole thing up to teens being teens. They’d grab Eileen, checkout, and be on the road again within the hour. 

Hell, the two lovebirds could stay here if they wanted. He’d drop them off wherever Alec was on the way home… Of course, things never worked out for him, especially with Sammy on the case, too. But it wasn’t Sam who ruined the excitement. 

He may have asked, “Well, where is he?” but just as Dean and the sheriff rolled their eyes in agreement, the front door burst open, and the draft that followed brought a familial whiff of popcorn, and an omega, distraught and on the verge of tears. 

“Daddy,” she said. “Something’s happened to Troy and Jonah.”

And dammit. Dean’s spidey senses tingled.

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My motivation has been lacking due to some personal things going on as well as working on other fics, so chapter 16 is not quite ready yet at 4k words. So I'm going to play it safe and skip next week, and plan to post it both here and on AO3 at the same time!

I’ve actually shared some tidbits of this next one before in a couple of WIP games, so I’m dropping something shorter today. It’s also still being edited.

Chapter 16: Impairment (working title) - 13/06

“C’mere,” he said, releasing his hand from your grasp and pulling you into him without a care that he’d pulled his bad side. The fact he had a bad side meant he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

His mouth made a move on yours as you came down. His arm slung his hand up and over to hold your neck in place, brushing through your hair, gripping where he could. Fingers on your cheek brushing away the tears.

“It’s okay,” he muttered against you and your muffled protest that it wasn’t. “I’m okay,” he said against his doubts. He’d never tell you otherwise.

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↬❥ Pats and popcorn

Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

sy: Le das una palmadita en el trasero y él te corresponde.

a/n: This is one of the cutest requests I've ever received! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.

warnings: Cute, butt pats!

SORRY ABOUT THE TIME, I SPENT THE DAY SLEEPING TO REST!

You and Hector hadn't seen each other in three weeks. He was busy with the team and you were busy with college. The calls became shorter and fewer, Hector would tell you how his day had been and you would do the same. Sometimes you would just stay silent on the phone, listening to each other's tired breathing. But now he was there, in your kitchen making popcorn for both of you to eat while watching a romantic movie.

“I love it when you cook for me.” She hugged him from behind, inhaling his bittersweet taste, and smiled, letting her cheek press against his back.

“And I love it when you hug me like this,” he said calmly, taking her hand and giving her a kiss. “Let’s see what I was like before you.

“Not again. We watched that movie last week,” he grumbled. As he waited for the popcorn to finish popping, he felt her small hand slowly caressing his stomach.

“But we didn’t watch it, you kissed me every minute of the movie” she laughed, still clinging to him.

“I can’t stay away from your mouth, sweetie.” He muttered thinly, feeling offended.

“Okay.” She released him, stepping away.

Hector Fort stood distracted, facing the stove waiting for the popcorn to finish. When he felt the first soft slap on his buttocks. He turned around with a start, only to see his girlfriend run away laughing, her eyes shining with mischief.

“Oh, is that so?” he asked, narrowing his eyes with a smile.

She was already in the living room, on the other side of the couch, ready to run away again. But Hector wasn't going to let it go. With a swift leap, he set off in pursuit, their laughter filling the house.

“Come here, you little minx!” he exclaimed, pretending to be indignant but unable to hide the amusement in his eyes.

face. “I’m going to turn your ass all purple!

"I doubt!"

She dodged, running in circles around the room, but soon felt his arms wrap around her in a tight hug. Hector spun her around, leaving her laughing and breathless, before giving her much-deserved revenge—a light but affectionate pat.

“Now we’re even!” Hector declared, leaning his forehead against hers, his heart still racing from the chase.

She smiled, lacing her fingers with his.

“I think I prefer it when you pat me like this…” she stood on her tiptoes, to leave a kiss on his lips.

“I love patting your ass, you naughty child.” Hector chuckled, grabbing his girlfriend’s waist, squeezing lightly.

“I love you!” She felt kisses being placed on her cheek.

“I love you too, my flower.” He left a kiss on her forehead and left for the kitchen, returning seconds later with the huge bowl of popcorn. And you sank into it, filling your hand and taking it all to your mouth.

And then, without further escape, they stayed there, together, laughing at something funny in the movie, eating popcorn, enjoying that love made of jokes, soft touches and a lot of complicity.

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[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 16 - Next

"How do you feel today?"

You were checking on Anya, who was still resting.

Anya: "I feel much better... I hope to recover by the time the rescue comes." 

"I hope so, don't worry, even if you can't walk i will carry you." You giver her a smile

Anya: "...(Y/n), I have to tell you something"

ahead"9

Anya: "...I had hidden the gun... It's there."

She pointed to a drawer that was under Curly's stretcher, you looked at Anya for a few seconds.

"You had told me that you didn't know where it was."

Anya: "I was afraid you would put it somewhere else and it would be within his reach..."

"Mm... You did well, I would have followed the protocol and kept it with me, it would have been dangerous anyway."

Anya: "...Do you really think they're coming to rescue us? They're not going to leave us here... are they?

"Hey," you took his hand, "Everything is going to be alright, they're going to come."

Anya: "...If they don't come... Could you?..."

"They are coming"

You squeezed her hand more firmly and stayed by her side until she fell deeply asleep.

You approached Curly's stretcher to open the drawer and see the gun's safe.

You entered the code to open it and took it there, making sure it was in good condition.

You felt Curly's gaze on you when you put it away in your uniform.

"It has the safe on, it won't hurt me, don't worry. I don't want to be scolded if they find it here, the protocol says that the captain in charge must have it in their possession in case of an emergency, otherwise, they will be sanctioned. If they come and find it here, they'll make a scene."

You patted his chest a couple of times and pouted.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the one who forced me to learn the rules and follow them. It's your fault."

The man let out a sound, it seemed like he wanted to laugh at your words.

"There's not much time left... We're almost there... And when we return... You're going to be in the hospital a lot for sure, but you'll have a more comfortable bed, better care, I'll come to see you every day... And when you feel better, we'll go home... And we'll sleep together again like before, okay?"

You ran your hand over his chest, smiling at him affectionately, thinking that you would have your husband by your side again.

Curly: "Clo...sh..."

He murmured, looking at you, patiently waiting for you to understand his request. You felt curious about it, but you approached his face.

And he leaned his head to you, a small sound of a clinch could be heard.

You put your hands over your mouth, unsure of how to feel about what he did, but the sensation of having knocked your teeth together left a tingling in your mouth.

While Curly was embarrased that his plan hadn't gone as well as he had thought in his attempt to give you a "kiss."

You ran your tongue over your teeth hoping that sensation would go away faster, and as you did so, you sighed in relief.

"Don't do that again, please," you laughed, still making a couple of gestures with your mouth as if the tickling sensation had lingered. "One day you can kiss me again, but don't crash your mouth into mine with your exposed teeth, we're going to hurt each other."

He let out a whimper and turned hid head to avoid seeing you, to which you responded by leaving a kiss on his neck before leaving.

Daisuke: "Captain, I can't make Polly stop crying, please help me, Swansea told me it was my turn to take care of her and I don't know what to do!  I tried to feed her, her diaper is clean, and she doesn't want me to hold her either!"

The boy approached you with the baby in his arms, who was red from having cried for so long.

"Not here-!"

You pulled him away from the nursery so that Anya wouldn't have to hear the baby's cries.

You took the baby and laid her on the sofa to start rubbing her stomach.

So you took her little feet and started pressing them against her stomach slowly, Daisuke was already starting to panic.

Daisuke: "What's wrong with her?"

He asked in terror until they heard the fart the baby started to release, gradually calming down as she felt relieved.

"Gases," you replied, squeezing her a little more until she let it all out.

Daisuke: "My hero!"

"Now it's your turn to put her to sleep."

Daisuke: "That's easy!"

He took the baby and lay down on the sofa, placing her on top of him. Polly looked comfortable on the boy's chest, relaxed, she closed her eyes.

Daisuke: "Ta-da~"

They heard another fart from the baby again, but this time it seemed like there was something more into it.

Daisuke: "....Captainnnnn"

"...I think both of you are going to need a bathroom..."

You covered your nose, ready to help the boy.

[starcharmed]

JEKYLL AND HIDE

summary: when your boyfriend starts acting oddly, you believe that something may be wrong with him. only to find out that the "oddness" came from a product of something else entirely...

cw: mentions of blood, brief mentions of death, odd(?) pacing, semi-rushed ending, not proofread well, possible ooc (first time writing) | wc: 2.1k | taglist: @tetrachrxmacy, @aphrodict, @akutasoda

for the @/stellaronhvnters stellaween fest! the prompt i chose was doppelgänger

“yingxing?” whispering into the night, the shadow of your lover creeping from the doorway. if not for the moonlight making shadows around the outline of his hair, you would’ve thought it was someone else completely. “yingxing what are you doing up? it’s late.”

“...i’m sorry. i had a nightmare.” yingxing stalked over to the bed to sit on the edge, turning his head to scrutinize you, “woke up thirsty.” with a simple glance at your tired expression, he pursed his lips, “you should be asleep.”

“couldn’t sleep, bed got cold.” yingxing hummed in response, sliding in beside you rigidly. dipping into the mattress, you felt his investigative peer at your form; however, he didn’t comment anything else before turning on his side. frowning at the lack of affection you reached a hand out to run through his hair, an inexplicable habit. 

the bed was still cold even after he had gotten back in it.

—

“are you hungry?” pressing a chaste kiss to a pallid cheek, you slid over a plate of freshly cut strawberries and cherries - which you couldn’t tell were unripened - while squeezing his shoulder affectionately. “i’m still making pancakes, but here’s something sweet to tie you over until then, okay?”

yingxing looked disinterested in your words, hand hovering over the strawberry slices before quickly plucking up a cherry. without a second thought he popped the entire thing in his mouth, swallowing it without even blinking.

oh, okay. 

with an awkward pat to his shoulder, you returned to tend to the other food. yinxing was quiet the entire morning, oddly enough. going without giving you morning forehead kisses, not offering to fix dinner like he normally does, hell, he didn’t even spare you a glance when you screamed the other day because a small pool of hair dye looked like blood.

speaking of hair dye…

when the hell did yingxing decide to dye his hair?

it wasn’t as white as it used to be. now sporting a more grey hue, the roots borderning black instead of an ashen. and to make matters worse, the sight of the spot of not-blood in the bathroom looks like he had done it sporadically. it was odd, having to take on the product of an inattentive change between the both of you. you barely existed to him anymore, only being spoken to if he needed reminders of your outings or activities together. 

you didn’t want to ask. in fact, you were honestly nervous to. if he switched personalities overnight just a week ago, there’s no solid idea of how he would react if you questioned that. perhaps you should just keep your mouth shut instead of bringing it over breakfast. it would be better for both of you. 

but, alas, sometimes you cannot keep things in if they’re already about to burst at the seams.

the absolute second that the question of “are you okay?” left your mouth, it was as if the old yingxing had returned. long gone was the robotic man that had been walking aimlessly around your house for the past month. the tenderness in his voice filling to the brim again, his cold hands squeezing yours and providing just enough warmth that for a second, you’d believe that maybe the observations you’d made were just a figment of your imagination.

for a second, though.

as soon as his eyes met yours, there was a different aura within the air. his smile was more forced as his eyes crinkled around the edges just enough to tell you that you needed to let it go. it was nothing but a one-time thing, even though you knew it wasn’t. his attitude was a product of stress brought from a nightmare, which was odd because when he normally has them he doesn’t comment on them so as to not stress you out. the weird movements were apart of cramping his hand from hitting it on one of his projects in his office; a product of “an accident”, even though he hadn’t been in it in days as to have a break.

but it was okay, he was okay, you were okay; everything was okay.

night took over the sky quicker that day. the quiet doing nothing more than fueling your nervousness as yingxing slept beside you, an arm around your waist as his mouth parted open, breathing softly.

yingxing never wrapped his arm around your waist. it was always both of his arms, never just one.

in fact, it was the warmth brought on by his embraces that often made you feel as if a warm blanket was draped over your shoulders. kissing your temples as you cooked, swaying back and forth with his arms around your waist as you both danced silently, hums of affection as his hands guided yours when you helped him build his sketched creations. you missed the warmth that he brung, now stuck to withstand the cold.

yingxing seemed to notice the distance growing between both of you, trying to substitute his thin paper for wooden flecks to keep the fire aflame. straying to edges, spurned kisses pressed to cheeks, unwanted touches of so-called affection being something to look forward to everyday.

wonderful, really.

it was still worrying, as if you were living with an entirely different person. 

the more you thought about it, the more you felt uneasy. you knew it was stupid to assume anything was actually okay at this point, but you had a guy in your house that wasn’t even your partner; at least as far as you could tell. 

yingxing didn’t have this super, secret evil twin as much as you knew about him. but the idea of somebody secretly taking his place, or even the pipeline of scenarios in your head of someone wearing his skin…

it scared you. 

getting up as carefully as you could, you crept to the bathroom. opening and closing the door - cursing under your breath when it creaked - you flipped on the light near the sink, staring at where you had seen the blood hair dye. the spot on the tile floor was clean, but you could still envision it perfectly. 

it was hair dye. it was hair dye.

nothing else, nothing more.

it was the knock on the bathroom door that made your heart stop.

“babe?” yingxing never called you babe, it was always sweetheart, “are you okay?”

“just had to use the bathroom.” the lie was shaky. by the way he went quiet, you’re sure he knew it, too. “don’t worry about it, i’ll be back.” why the hell was he following you around like a lost kitten? the one time he decides to actually check up on you is the worst, what a shocker.

“oh. do you need my help?”

swear.

“what?”

a pause.

“i’m sorry, that was odd of me to say.” oh, you think?

the silence was laughable, honestly. one person two people who didn’t even know how to properly communicate with another each other. clearing your voice, you cracked open the door to peek at him.

jeez, his eyes.

it was as if a darkened glass orb was crushed and shifted into two circular shapes. a kaleidoscope of mixed emotions all scattered into one. the darkened colors of maroon twisting with blues of dark greens, his pupils nothing but ink blotches on the canvas. stray bristles mixed within the irises to give them a highlighted countenance. alas, its his eyes were the only thing worth much note on his face. they even appeared as a cheap replica of that belonging to an oil painting. 

“i’m sorry.”

the echoed words rung throughout your head, as if they were a church bell and you were the quiet nave. you hated how you cracked the door back open on pure impulse, the tone in his voice drawing you in to comfort him by pure memory. he sounded sad. you hated when yingxing was sad.

but this wasn’t yingxing, remember?

“why?” asking quietly, the door creaked again as it was stopped by his foot.

yingxing stepped back, as if to give you enough space to squeeze back into the bedroom, “for being distant. for not being myself recently.”

funny timing for an apology, huh. 

“that’s okay.” universe, you hope he couldn’t tell your smile wasn’t as forced as it was within the darkness. “you had that nightmare, remember?” grabbing his hand in yours, you tried not to flinch at the sheer chill that shot up through your body once you grabbed it. “not your fault.”

whoever wrote your part in this script was at risk of getting their neck wrung. why couldn’t you be the possible-but-almost-certain imposter? it would’ve been easier than playing the naive rat that wasn’t aware of the rat looming on the kitchen counter. 

yingxing didn’t say anything, allowing you to lead him back to the bed. “we can just worry about this all tomorrow, okay? it’s late. we can walk to the café and get coffee like we do every monday morning.” you froze when yingxing stopped, the backs of your knees hitting the bed’s corner. “yingxing?” 

those eyes bore into you as he moved his hand out of your grasp, staring at you. the clouds hide away the moon from the sight, leaving you squinting to make out his silhouette. a hoarse right was mumbled under his breath as he slid onto the side of his bed; the movement not as stiff as it was yesterday. you followed suit, doing your utmost not to shake as you pulled the duvet further up your body.

you and yingxing went out on wednesdays for coffee, not mondays.

—

the universe had decided that you deserved a break, so when you woke up to the sound of heavy rain on your windows, you nearly jumped for joy. at least now you wouldn’t have to deal with the onslaught of questions from the barista about why you and yinxing were two days earlier than normal, and you wouldn’t have to stomach the latter’s stares. 

but on the downside, you were now stuck with a yinxing you weren’t even positive was yingxing. perhaps your previous doubts were factual. this wasn’t your boyfriend and you’ve been living with something someone completely random. 

oh god…you let him sleep in your bed. even if you weren’t aware, the point still stands.

“are you okay?”

its his voice pulled you up and over the wave that nearly drowned you in your thoughts, the saccharine tone making your teeth ache. how could it pretend that nothing was wrong? was it simply emotionless?

or had it not had enough human experience to learn how to produce them?

“fine”, you choked out, wincing as the sting of the seasoning on your takeout hit the back of your throat. “sorry, the food's just a bit spicy.” yingxing seemed to take the response in a positive light, or positive as in not questioning your response. 

and more silence. great.

it had become unnerving, not welcoming. as much as you’d not like to listen to not-yingxing's voice grating your ears like nails on a chalkboard. a grater with a sharp blade – oh.

blade. not-yingxing shall be dubbed blade.

but if you were to pull it out of your side, you’re sure that you’d only bleed out. left in your own misery of not letting everything try to stick back together like glue. lifting your head to look at blade, you noticed that he was staring at you. was he a mind reader as well? just your luck, something to dig into your thoughts and expose them in front of yourself. 

“would you like to see him?”

a pause. 

the air seemed to get thicker as your utensils almost slipped out of your hand. rearranged your grip, you swallowed; the salvia hitting your dry throat and going down harshly. “i’m sorry?”

“i asked you if you’d like to see him.” blade tilted his head at you, questioningly. “surely you do not believe that i’ve not read you?”

you felt your stomach twist in disgusting ways when blade stood up, eyes still on you as he moved to the doorway. “come with me.” fading, fading, fading down the hall and into yingxing’s office.

the office that hadn’t been occupied since blade appeared.

scrambling up from the table you brushed past blade, whose footsteps stopped, and you swore you heard a chuckle bubbling out of his throat. shaking as you reached for the door handle, you closed your eyes and twisted the knob. opening to gaze within the room, you felt your blood run cold in your body.

and you screamed.