#If you just look at their right palms or left from the back it's in reverse! Whoops! Lol it's meant to be more by priority of the finger

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What a Mess 4

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: thick!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Your new job isn’t all that you expect. (maid AU – short!reader)

Note: hate me, baby.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky coughs. You hear him through the wall. Your earbuds are still in your pocket. The smell of coffee pervades the apartment. 

The door opens as you unload the dishwasher. He emerges with a cloud of steam from the shower, along with the smell of his soap. His hair is damp and messy, his beard shining with moisture as his eyelids slit. 

"Doll," he stops on the other side of the counter as you keep your attention on the dishes. You are aware that he was only a towel around his waist, that realisation making the plate clack loudly as you put it away. "Can ya close the curtains for me?" 

"Sure," you agree and leave the dishwasher open.  

He lumbers to the couch and sits. You glimpse him as you tug on the cords to draw the curtains. You quickly hide around the corner as you return to the kitchen. 

He groans as you try not to clink the porcelain too loudly. You feel bad for him. You can tell just by looking at him how much he hurts. You've always had a bleeding heart. 

You roll the rack back into the dishwasher and close the door. You grab your phone and chew your lip. He would probably prefer to be left alone. Still, you can't see how trying to help is bad. 

You approach him as the results load on your phone. You hover behind him as you scroll. His breath startles you as he heaves. 

"Need something?" He asks without looking back. 

"Erm," you wince and shuffle around the couch. You hold out your phone. He narrows his eyes at the screen and scowls. "For your head?" 

He watches the video and shrugs. The gesture catches your attention for a split second. His right arm is just as thick as the metal one, muscle taut and bulging. His chest looks softer under a mat of dark hair and his stomach overhangs the towel just a little. 

"Too much work," he grumbles and his eyebrows twitch with the effort it takes to speak. He touches his forehead and growls.  

You lower the phone, "sorry." 

"...unless," he drops his hand and looks at you, agony sewn into his expression. "You could..." he looks at your hands. "Doll?" 

You glance down at your hands, clutching your phone tighter. You watch the video of the 'scalp massage', fingers kneading into thick strands. You bring the screen closer.  

"I can try," you say at last. 

Your gaze meets his again and he nods. He bends forward and hangs his head. He grips the cushions as his hair falls over his face.  

You rewind the video and set the phone beside him so you can see it. You rub your palms together anxiously. You raise them and hesitate above his head. 

"Will you let me know if it hurts?" You ask. 

He laughs then groans. "Sure, doll." 

You touch his hair lightly then weave through his locks until you meet his scalp. You press your fingertips in and swirl them like the video. He grumbles again and you stop.  

"Keep going," he rasps. 

He leans into your touch. You firmly knead his head as you stare at his wet hair. A few strands of silver thread through the dark tangle. Another droning noise rises from him. 

His breath deepens enough for you to hear it. You move your hands around his head as he leans into you, more and more. You hope he feels better even as your anxiety peaks with his snarls. 

Is this okay? You probably shouldn't have done this. Even if he is in pain. You could be fired for unprofessional behaviour.  

As you curl your fingertips against his scalp, he moans. You yelp as suddenly he reaches to clamp down on your wrists. He stills you but doesn't shove you away. 

"I'm sorry," you squeak as he lifts his head. 

He keeps hold of you as he looks at you. His face is tense, jaw squared, eyes foggy, a vein coursing in his forehead. His grips tightens dangerously as you whimper. He looks... feral. 

"I'm sorry," you apologise again. 

He growls. Like an animal. He stands as his thumbs run up and down the insides of your wrists. You gape at him in horror. You're in trouble. 

You say sorry again and again and again as he walks you backwards. He turns you around the couch and continues around to the foot of the spiral staircase. You wriggle and whine as you as good as dangle from his grasp.  

He jars you suddenly, pulling you against him. He lets you go as you crash against his stomach. You shakily press your palms to him but can't get away. 

You look up at him, "Bucky," you quaver, "I'm sorry if I hurt you." 

"No," he breathes and grabs you by the waist, "I'm sorry if I hurt you." 

Before you can process his words, he hauls you up and over his shoulder. He turns to the stairs and hooks his arm around you to keep you steady. His other hand slides up the railing as climbs the steps. 

You squeak and lightly brush his back, "Bucky?" 

He doesn't stop. The ascent makes you even dizzier as you hang over his shoulder. You don't understand what's happening. What is he doing? 

He angles you through the hatch and up into the loft. That's against the rules too. You're not supposed to be up there. 

"Please, I'm sorry..." 

He carries you across the room and bends to put you down. He sits you on the foot of the bed and you quiver as he stands straight. His hands go to the front of the towel, slack around his hips. You peer up at him. 

"What did I do?" You eke out. 

He puffs through his nose and pulls the towel free. He bends and cradles your head. His nose touches yours and he snarls. He urges you back until you're flat and you tremble at his mercy. 

"Something," he growls. 

[ultravi0lence14]

WHEN ANGEL FALLS

dean winchester x angel!reader

2.4k | angst, spn level violence, set in szn nine

summary: beneath a wilted willow tree, you find yourself a now fallen angel, not knowing what to do with yourself and how to navigate this cruel, new world.

wind.

that was all you could feel, all your senses allowed you to take in as you were expelled from heaven. it chilled your bones, freezing the plains of your face until the tears leaking from your eyes stuck to your cheeks.

as you hit the ground, it was like an explosion. your bones rattled, brutal lashes appearing on your body as you landed directly on the roots of a massive willow tree. of course this is where you would land; not on a nice field of grass or daisies, but a painful and sorrowful ending to your many years of being a heavenly warrior.

a hollow whimper left your lips as you attempted to hold yourself up, looking down to see grass stains dampening your white dress like bullet wounds. your palms were scraped raw, the expanses of your legs and knees cut and bloody. when you lifted your hand to your head — already feeling a dull ache behind your eyes, you felt a warm, sticky liquid beneath your fingertips.

pulling your hand away, you gasped as you noticed the crimson soaking your fingers. the sinister water drenching your forehead as you felt around for the cut by your hairline.

there was nothing you could do. no angel to go to, for all of them were either dead or scattered across the vast area of earth. you felt so alone. a deep, endless pit dredging into your stomach as you slowly moved yourself to rest against the tree’s bark.

your head lightly went against the scratchy and rough material from the roots made by God. your knees tucked into your chest, long white dress scrunching around your body as you looked down at your bare and muddy feet. long, wavy hair fell around you in a curtain, and you suddenly realized that you weren’t just a thing of light anymore; you were human. you had a vessel.

this made you cry, a loud sob ripping through your dry and brittle lungs as the reality of the situation dawned on you. there was no more home for you to go back to. heaven was locked away, pushing you out like a negative magnet on another negative energy.

time withered away as you curled into yourself, the willow tree being the only presence to give you comfort. the cries leaving your lips were ground breaking, an emotion you never experienced before that wracked over you like a tidal wave. it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that your tears slowly subsided, your head moving upwards and noticing the solemn being above you in a trench coat.

“castiel,” you breathe out, hands grasping at his wrists as your brother kneels down before you. he hears the hiss that leaves your lips as the cuts on your hands come in harsh contact with his skin. he slowly traces the raised skin, which is followed by him slightly brushing hair away from the cut on your forehead.

it isn’t until he’s slowly lifting your dress to look at the cuts on your knees that he speaks. “you don’t know how happy i am that you’re okay.” his words come out in a breath, a wave of relief flowing off of him like high tide. “so many of our brothers and sisters died. and it’s my fault. i’m so sorry sweet pea, i didn’t know that was metatron’s plan. i would’ve never agreed to help him if i knew.”

a delicate smile brushes across your tear and mud stained face, hands moving upwards to grasp onto cas’ face. “i know,” you comfort, palms flattening down his wild hair. “you’re too kind for our species cas; and i know you too well. you’re kind yet so willing to help those who mean harm. it isn’t your fault that people misuse your kindness.”

“none of the other angel’s will view me as you do.” your brother speaks with such sadness in his voice, and you can’t help but frown at his lack of trust in himself. “they are so in their ways. i can bet you that the remaining ones are hunting me right now.”

shaking your head, you grasp castiel’s face between your palms, making sure he is looking you in your eyes. “i won’t let them,” your words come out as a promise, a will and pledge to keep cas safe. “if any of them come for you, they will have to come through me.”

the angel just laughed, arms going around your biceps so he could lift you to your feet. “thank you sweet pea,” his voice was strained as he held onto your deadweight from the pain. “but now, all i’m worried about is getting you to safety and bandaged properly.” his words made the ache in your brain worsen, head lulling as castiel brought you to his chest.

“stay awake for me, please.” his words kept you more conscious, allowing you to finally get a good look at your surroundings. you were in a field, though not in that deep for a run down church was only a couple feet away from where you had landed.

by the entrance, you could see two men by a black car. one of them was on the ground, leaned against the car and looking as bad as you did. the poor guy looked like he’d been to hell and back, but nothing was as jarring as the look on the second man’s face.

there were hints of worry, a strong emotion that was rolling off of him. he kept looking to the man on the ground, and as you got closer, you could see the light shake in his body as he anticipated castiel’s approach.

your feet dragged across the grass and gravel as cas lugged you towards the car, whispering encouraging statements in your ear to keep you awake. as hazy as you were, when castiel stopped in front of the standing man, it finally clicked in your head on who these two people were.

sam and dean winchester.

these two were pretty famous in heaven. the two men who’ve cheated death more times than you can count. they were more likely known for being the reason castiel rebelled, but in heaven, you didn’t really voice your opinion on that matter.

you believed that cas had every right to do what he believed was correct. he’d raised and mentored you for as long as you’ve been alive, and you knew he had a good moral compass. so if sam and dean didn’t have positive morals, castiel wouldn’t have rebelled.

honestly, there were days when you wished you could’ve joined him. gone down to earth and never come back. but after cas had left, heaven had become more strict on letting angel’s down, especially monitoring when they left and came back. they didn’t want what happened to your brother to happen again, and they made it exceptionally hard to leave because of it.

when castiel stopped, it was right in front of the eldest hunter. his eyes were barren of anything but worry and curiosity. his eyes a dance as the flickered between sam, castiel, and then lastly to you. they lingered, eyes fleeting over your tattered body.

dean wasn’t going to lie to himself, you were fucking gorgeous. a true angel if he ever saw one. the smoothness of your skin drew him in, making him want to cover the ghastly tears in your legs and knees so he could see truly see how angelic you looked.

your eyes were bloodshot, tears dribbling down your cheeks and chin as your lips wobbled in pain. your thick eyebrows were furrowed, big round eyes hooded as you tried not to pass out. the flowing dress on your body made you look like a spirit; an apparition that didn’t really seem real. it fell off your frame and decorated your body in it’s white cloth material.

dean was in awe, but he was also confused as to why cas was handing you over to him.

“what’s this, cas?” dean spoke, like the angel was handing him off goods or a trade. castiel just stared at him pleadingly, while your head had lifted slightly, eyes catching dean’s with some form of connection passing through you two.“i need you to take her with you, keep her safe and make sure her wounds are tended to properly.” castiel’s voice broke through the haze of your eye contact with dean. and when he spoke, you saw darkness crawl into his evergreen irises.

dean’s fists balled at his sides, and his face twisted up in irritation. “are you fucking kidding me cas?” dean heard you lightly gasp at his crude language, which only made him scoff. “i don’t have time for this. sammy is on his damn deathbed, does that mean nothing to you?”

you watched as your brother looked over to sam, the usually soft and enigmatic man now resolved to a crumpled mess. even though cas didn’t have his angelic grace, you could still see him assessing the youngest winchester, attempting to get a look at his state.

with a shake of his head, castiel turned back to dean, hands gripping onto you tighter as you fell slightly. “he’s going to be fine dean, he just needs some time in bed, specific medicine, lots of fluids. i just need you to take care of her.” the anger was growing in dean’s eyes, and you could tell that he wasn’t fond of his friend telling him what to do.

“why the fuck should i?” he roared, hands lifting up in exasperation. you flinched into cas’ hold, hands clutching at his coat as your grips to stay awake faded. “sam looks like he’s been ran over ten thousand times, i don’t know her for christ’s sake, and i don’t even know where you stand in all of this.”

“i’m leaving, dean.”

the solemn voice of your mentor, your only true family member in heaven speaking the words of abandonment had your mind short circuiting. you lifted your head to look at castiel, chin resting on his chest as your lips parted in shock. why was he leaving? actually, why was he leaving you with complete strangers?

you could see the confusion on dean’s face too. but it was quickly masked by the fast licking embers of molten rage. “please tell me you aren’t being serious. cas, i swear to god, if you dump a random angel on me — on top of sam being hurt, and then fucking leave, i will smack you so hard your goddamn wings fly off.”

dean’s threat had you clutching onto castiel tighter, afraid for what the angry man would do to him. but cas just stood still, a calm and gentle look on his face. “i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, dean. i’m the reason she’s in this situation, alongside all of my other siblings. if i take her with me, i will just hurt and confuse her more. please dean, take care of her for me, you’re the only person alongside sam that i trust her with.”

his words made you smile light up your hazy face, your vision blurring as you watched dean’s expression soften ever so slightly. his fists were still clenched tightly, but you could see that castiel’s words had swayed him. that his friends pleading had made him realize that cas was just as confused as you were.

he had also fallen, also lost his grace. he didn’t know how to be human, meaning he had to figure it out himself as well. dean realized that cas was right. if you joined him, it would just make for a complete mess. you two would end up getting each other killed, and dean didn’t even want to imagine that happening.

with a light sigh, dean turned and opened the car’s back door, motioning for cas to put you in the backseat. the world swayed as your brother moved you to the open door, lightly leaning you down so you could fit in the seat. softly, he laid you down on the leather material, pushing your hair out of your face as you rested against the adjacent door.

“you’ll be okay sweet pea, i swear it.” his words came out as a gentle caress, and you could see the smile lighting up his face. “i’ll be back, i swear. nothing will happen to you when you’re with sam and dean, they’ll take care of you.”

as cas spoke, your eyes followed dean as he hauled his brother away from the car, moving him into the front seat. he was anxious, you could tell. his eyes were screaming with worry, but as he looked towards you, making your eyes meet, they flickered to nothing but a dark void.

it was almost as though dean was blocking you out from seeing any emotion that he could display. it was disheartening, but right now all you cared about was not dying.

your hands reached up to grasp cas’ face, just like you had done back at the willow tree. and with a light tug, you brought his head down to your lips, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “please be safe cas, i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt.”

castiel just smiled, patting his hand slowly down your hair. “i’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. just stay with the winchester’s, and you will be okay.”

as he finished speaking, castiel moved outside of the car, slowly shutting the door before he walked around to the drivers side window.

he and dean talked for a while, chatting about things you didn’t quite understand. the injuries you sustained from the fall were starting to really take a toll on you, and the pain was starting to become unbearable.

when dean started up the car, backing away from the abandoned church and driving towards his and sam’s bunker in kansas, you could feel the clutches of sleep clinging to your eyelids, beckoning you to succumb to sleep.

though before unconsciousness took over your body, you saw dean look at you in the rearview mirror, eyes hard as he gritted out. “don’t die in your sleep, angel. i really don’t have the energy to bury you out front.”

his words were harsh, yet the clutches of sleep took you over before you could even react. ‘warming up to him was going to be a challenge.’ was the last thing your mind allowed you to think before you fell into a deep slumber.

TAGS: @floralscented @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @haunteres @ostaramoon @taurus0queenie33 @vaiieydoii @bitchykittenconnoisseur @galacticalllcafffeine @jasvtsc @pascal-rascal424 @annoyingstrawberryballoon @fayeisuppose @angel-inspiredblog

*i decided for the sake of this series, that the whole gadreelsam and kevin plot line was just not going to happen. i want it to mainly be on the angels falling and the relationship between the two characters living together in the bunker.

[ahyperactivehero]

had a really shitty day, so here's a sneak peek of my amnesia!Edwin fic I've been working on

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“Left!” the boy screamed.

Edwin went right.

“Fuck!” the boy screamed. Still, he chased after Edwin.

“Shit, okay. That’s my bad, I might have fucked that up,” the boy said. “But it really was the other way, mate. We gotta loop back around.” Edwin could hear the faint fluttering of pages as he flipped through something that looked like a notebook. “There’s gotta be another way, right? Something to get us back to that hall?”

Edwin didn’t answer. Instead, he forced his legs to move faster, to pump harder. He ignored the way old porcelain bit into his feet, the way he scraped the tops of his toes on the ground after he stumbled over a piece of himself the demon had left behind.

He could hear the other boy gag at the image and curse as Edwin put some distance between them. “Edwin!” he said. And God, when he said his name like that Edwin almost felt like he knew him. That he wasn’t just a spawn of Hell trying to trick him.

Because who else could have said his name like that? With that much panic and concern and–

His foot hit a divot in the cement and down he went. He could feel his ankle snap as he hit the ground, his palms and knees scraping against the rough surface, leaving bits and pieces behind. 

“Fuck, Edwin,” the boy said, his words nothing more than a harsh burst of air. Not even a moment later he was at Edwin’s side, his hands flitting over him as he tried to decide how to help.

But Edwin didn’t want his help.

“Get away from me!” Edwin cried out, swiping at him with his bloodied palm. The demon was coming, Edwin knew, and it was going to be so angry. Whatever game Hell was playing with this boy was useless now, Edwin had figured out the trick. He could stop pretending like he cared about him.

Something broke in the boy’s expression. “E-Edwin,” he said, his words stuttering out of him. Those damn hands didn’t stop trying to help him, though, as they grabbed onto Edwin’s arm and started to pull him up. “Come on, mate. We gotta keep going.”

Edwin shoved him away and stayed seated out of spite. At least now if the demon got him it was going to be because of his own volition.

“Edwin!” the boy said, almost chastising him. “This isn’t funny, come on.”

What part of Edwin looked like he was joking? 

“I would rather get ripped apart than play this game with you,” he spat, letting all of the venom he was capable of sink into his words. 

The boy’s face crumpled at his words. It was as if Edwin had somehow found the exact worst thing to say to him, like he’d not only stabbed him but twisted the knife on the way out.

He could see the boy’s mouth open, likely to say his name again, but Edwin didn’t want to hear it. The demon rose up behind him, its heavy form clinging to the ceiling for a moment before reaching a limb down to snag Edwin with, somehow completely missing the other boy.

At least Edwin had confirmed that they were working together now. 

The last thing he saw before he died was the boy, red faced from screaming as he reached out for Edwin.

It almost looked like he was sad.

[camzeecorner]

𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢!𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𐙚

The day at work was filled with chaos, with rude customers adding to the already stressful day. My feet throbbed with every step, and a dull, persistent pain gnawed at my lower back. Each time I got sent back with the same plate, the complaints echoed in my ears, "The food is too cold," or "This isn't what I ordered", which only caused my frustration to grow. The relentless cycle of dissatisfaction seemed never-ending, it wearing down my patience and energy.

For the past ten minutes, I had been closing out earlier checks from customers who had long since left. The rush had finally slowed, and a calm began to settle over the place. As I finished closing each and every check and logged out of the computer, sighing deeply I leaned my head down, resting it in the palms of my hands. Closing my eyes, I hum lowly silently savoring the small moment of peace the universe had granted me. Just as I went to sit down, the sound of the door opening made me peek up slightly. Instead of the dissatisfied customer I were hoping to leave, my eyes met the sight of five boys, each clad in hockey jerseys and sweatpants. Mentally rolling my eyes, I had to braced myself for the next wave. Grabbing my torn up notepad, I began walking towards them, ready to sit them and take their orders.

“Hi there boys, table for five?” I asked, putting on the fakest smile I could. I scanned around the group taking them all in. They all looked remotely close to my own age. Maybe slightly younger. They all nodded, as I turned on my heels and began walking off. I turned my head to the side and motioned for them to follow me.

I sat them more towards the back corner, which is usually where our bigger parties went. They thanked me and began having their own discussions which gave me time to finish setting their table. I walked off grabbing theirs menus and utensils, bringing them back placing one of each item politely in front of them. I swiftly checked the wall clock seeing I only had 1 more hour of my shift. I smiled lightly and brought my attention back to my table.

“So what drinks will you all be starting off with?” I asked looking around at each of them. They all skimmed over the drink section of the menu and pondered for a brief moment.

“I’ll have a uh.. blue raspberry splasher.” The one in the middle spoke. I nodded and wrote it down along with the price. I waited for someone else to speak up and I tapped my foot silently on the floor. “Okay I’ll have a water.” Two boys spoke in sync, laughing as they did so. “Okay, and for you two?” I asked averting my eyes to the end. “We’ll get Pepsi thanks.” Said the one with long hair. I nodded at them and finished writing each item down.

Walking off I head to the drinks and grab a platter. Grabbing 5 cups putting ice in each. Pouring all the drinks I set them nicely on the platter, grabbing some straws. I walked back to the table and sat each drink in front of its owner.

“So do we know what we’re getting to eat or would you like some more time?” I asked the group. “We’re ready now.” The long haired boy spoke up. I grabbed my notepad from my back pocket adjusting my weight to the opposite side. I tapped my foot impatiently waiting for one to began.

“Yea so uh we’ll have 5 cheeseburgers then like a shit ton of appetizers.” He spoke. He looked up at me for a second, which happened to be the first time at all. I grew tired of standing here with them, feeling the corners of my mouth twitch.

“Okay right, so you just want 5 burgers without the combo meal?” I repeat making sure i understood what he was saying. He nodded at me, looking in my eyes. I felt a little small under his presence but I swallowed it down.

“Okay sounds good. What appetizers were you guys thinking?” I asked with less enthusiasm. I looked around each of them watching the group ignore me. I cleared my throat making myself known.

“Come back in 5 we’re not done deciding.” The middle man spoke up. I huffed and looked to the side, nodding my head. Walking back to my station I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my messages. I replied to everyone then shut my phone off. I glanced at the time noticing it had been more than 5 minutes.

I walk over to the group yet again and approach them with more of a tired attitude. “Done deciding?” I asked them plainly. “Sure is sweetheart.” The long haired spoke. I grinned lightly at his words acknowledging him. “So we’ll uh have the onion rings and jalapeño poppers.” I glanced around the table before speaking up. “I’m sorry we don’t have jalapeño poppers anymore.” I admitted.

The long hair boy squinted his eyes and ran back over the menu. “Yea im pretty sure it says right here you do.” He smirked looking back at me. I sighed out in annoyance and smiled. Again. “Sir, yes I understand, but these menus haven’t been updated yet. I can assure you we don’t sell them anymore.” He nodded taking in my words. He sucked his teeth and began to speak again. “So if you wouldn’t mind could we still get them? I mean isn’t this false advertising?” He said with fake pity.

I rolled my eyes done with my nice act. “Dude we don’t have anything to make them, we stopped selling them. So please if you would, you can select something else from the menu.” I let out a breath that I had been holding. He looked at me blankly cocking his head to the side. “Ma’am.. have you ever heard the phrase, ‘the customer is always right’?” He asked in a witty tone.

“Yes sir I have.” I said bored. He clapped his hands together in a cheerful manner. “Awesome to hear. So you do realize it’s my word over yours, right?” He asked with a smile that made me shudder.

I chuckled slighty and nodded at him. “You know what, you are completely right. I’ll have your food ready in no time.” I spoke before walking off. Heading to the kitchen I began reading their order stopping at the jalapeño poppers.

“We have a special request of jalapeño poppers also, claimed it was our fault for the false advertising on the menus. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.” I spoke with annoyance recalling the conversation.

The cook nodded and opened the freezer. “They’re in luck tonight. Got one more bag left.” He raised his eyebrows. I thanked him and opened the door walking back out to my area. I sat down and opened my phone waiting for the bell to ring so I could take their food. I noticed the time had went by thirty minutes so I gathered my items placing them in my bag, so when they left I could too.

Hearing the bell around 15 minutes later I jolted to my feet and walked over the window. I grabbed each plate and balanced them on my arms. Walking back I sat the two baskets in the center of the table and put one burger in front of each.

“Look at that. Jalapeño poppers.” The long haired spoke. He grabbed one before tossing it in his mouth. I grinned before speaking. “Guess it was your lucky day.” I replied quickly.

The group sat and talked and while eating the food quickly. Watching them closely making sure they were still okay, I sighed running a hand through my hair. Going back to the computer screen I rang up their check, printed it before walking over and setting it on their table.

Walking back to the computer I waited for one of them to approach and pay. Just as I hoped so much, none other than the long haired boy came over. I smile at him extending my hand for his card.

“Thanks” I mumbled. Handing him back his card, I closed his check. He left me a twenty dollar tip, so I smiled at him sweetly for the first time tonight. “No problem sweetheart.” He winked.

They each gathered their items and began walking out the door. I thanked them one last time before grabbing my own items. I clocked out grabbing my ticket and tossing it in the trash. Walking towards the door I yelled a goodnight, hearing a faint response. I pull my keys out and began walking to my car.

“Hey wait up!” I heard slightly behind me. I stopped and looked over my shoulder seeing them same boy again. I sighed and turned completely facing him. He came to a stop in front of me and smiled.

“Hey there” he spoke up lightly. His cheeks had grown a little pink from the cold air. I purses my lips before exhaling. “Hi” I spoke firmly, trying to make this quick, ready to get home. “Can I get your number?” He asked softly. I blinked at him before shaking my head. “I’m sorry, why?” I asked truthfully. He shrugged and hit down on his lip. “Dunno. Guess you’re cute.” He mumbled. I snickered slightly. “Wow, thanks.” I exaggerated. “Cmon I think you owe me anyway.” He said stepping closer to me. I jerked my neck back slighty taken back from his words. “How do I owe you?” He hummed nodding his head at me.

“Well you did refuse to serve me my food I specifically asked for, then you had such rude manners…” he began listing off. He stepped even closer whispering in my ears. “And I would love to show a bitch like you how to properly speak to someone.” He pulled away and smiled at me. I looked at him completely lost. I hesitated before slipping my phone from my back pocket into his hand.

He quickly typed his number in and put his name. Chris. Cute I guess. Giving me his phone to me I did the same. He handed me back my phone as I did the same, and with one final goodnight he walked off.

Walking through my door I kicked off my shoes and walked to my room. Placing all my bags down I gathered my items for a shower. Walking to my bathroom i slip out of my dirty work clothes before tossing them in my hamper. Turning the water on I let it warm up for a moment before slipping in.

I stepped out the shower after about 25 minutes. I quickly dried off and got dressed getting everything done at once. I walked back into my room and slip beneath my covers. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and noticed new messages. Just as I clicked on the messages I got an incoming call. Looking at the contact name I see ‘Chris’ and groan.

“Hello” I spoke into the phone. I crossed my arm over my chest as I waited for him to speak. “Hey sweetheart, you miss me yet?” He flirted. I chuckle rolling my eyes. “It’s like I can’t even stop thinking of you.” I joked back. I heard him laugh before speaking again. “Send me your address.” He demanded. “And why would I do that?” I asked in an obvious tone.

“Because, like I said earlier. Someone has got to teach you some manners.” I could feel his smirk through the phone. “Is this your pathetic attempt of an excuse to a bootycall?” I wondered out loud. “Maybe, is it working?” He asked. “I’ll text you.” I said finally before ending the call.

I quickly messaged him my address before closing my phone. I waited for his arrival, sitting in my bed. I had been watching Gilmore girls for the time being. Just as I went to get up I heard three faint knocks at my door. Walking to my door I open it and I’m met with no other than Chris.

Immediately Im met with his lips smashing against my face. I gasped and stumble slighty before gaining my composure. Pulling away i scan over his face. “No greetings?” I asked out of breath. Quickly he shakes his head. “You don’t deserve it.” He replied, without hesitation he cupped my face bring my lips closer to his, only this time I quickly began kissing him back.

I led him to my bedroom all while our lips were still attached. I pushed him on my bed softly before climbing on him. I ran my fingers through his hair combing the waves out. I pressed my face deeper into his own savoring the moment and tatse.

I felt him move his hands to my waist before giving me a slight squeeze. I let a groan out letting him know I was enjoying this.

Softly I began trailing my kisses from his lips towards his neck. Finding a good spot i began to suck lightly. I heard him slighty hitch his breath before letting out a small whimper. I moaned at the sound and lightly trailed my fingers over over his stomach .

Without even thinking he quickly flipped us over, positioning me to be underneath him now. I gasped at the sudden movement and looked into his eyes. He looked down at me and smiled slighty. He leaned down and reconnected our lips. They moved in sync as it grew sloppier.

I felt him growing hard under me, moaning at the feeling. As if on cue he slighty pressed his cock straight on my dripping cunt. I whimpered into his mouth and bit on his lip slighty.

Tossing my head back he began grinding his hips into mine rubbing his cock on me. He moaned lowly before biting down on his bottom lip. I tossed my head back while letting my mouth hang open.

Arching my back slighty I peel my shirt off, tossing it on my floor. My boobs bounce slighty from the movement, watching as his eyes trail over them momentarily.

“Get on your knees.” He spoke quietly. I obliged him with a nod before sinking on my knees in the floor. He now stood in front of me, stroking my cheek as I looked up at him.

“Ready for your lesson baby?” He asked with a fake pout. I nodded at him before swallowing down the lump in my throat. “Say yes daddy.” He grinned. I cringed at the words but listened to him nonetheless. “Yes daddy.” I spoke softly.

He patted my cheek twice firmly with the soft touch of his hands, before pulling his attention to his pants. “Now I want you to shut up and take my dick. Any complaints and I’ll punish your ass. Understood?” Nodding softly I mumble a faint yes. Quickly sliding his pants down,he slowed his actions, watching as he began to tease me with each tug. I whined growing impatient, reaching my own hands up.

Suddenly I felt a slight sting on my cheek. He slapped me. I blinked slowly, my head turned to the side. It wasn’t hard or painful but i definitely didn’t expect it. It only resulted in me growing even wetter for him.

“No touching unless I say.” He spoke with a blank expression. I nodded at him before pouting. “I’m sorry daddy.” I apologize. He smiled at me before grabbing my face.

“Open your mouth.” Without thinking twice I did just that opening it as wide as I could. I stuck my tongue out as he lightly tapped the tip of his leaking cock on my tongue. I looked into his eyes as seductively as I could.

Quickly swallowing him fully I hallow my cheeks creating a suction. I move my head slowly gaining speed as I went. Bringing my hand up I gently cup his balls before giving them a slight tug. He moaned at the touch softly throwing his head back.

Gently he began fucking my face as he bucked his hips forward. I pull him from my mouth jerking him quickly. Bringing his balls closer to my mouth I gave both of them a kiss before sucking gently on the skin.

“Shit- that’s it baby” he moaned. I placed him back in my mouth before deepthroating him, gagging on his size. I could feel the tears daring to spill out. Coughing slighty I pull him out my mouth before spitting my saliva on his shaft. I stroked him coating him completely in the juices.

Placing him back into my mouth I could feel him twitch slighty. He grabbed the back of my hair fixing me to look up. Pulling himself out of me he tapped my face repeatedly with the tip of his cock. Pulling back he began strolling himself at a fast paste. Taking it as my sign, I stick my tongue out ready to catch his load. Feeling spurts of his fluids fly on my face and tongue I could only moan at his taste.

Quickly he comes down from his intense high. Walking off he grabbed some tissues and began wiping my face clean. I thank him before sitting on my bed. I wait patiently for him looking off to the side. He walks back into my room and grabs his things. I stand abruptly in confusion.

“What the hell! You’re leaving?” I shout at him. He turns back to me, before walking over. Quickly he presses a kiss to my lips, which I return. He pulls back with a snug smirk. “Didnt i tell u I was here to teach you a lesson? Don’t worry I’ll be back soon to return the favor.” He spoke quickly. He began walking towards my door, before opening it, then shutting it behind him.

I scoff, what an asshole.

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[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 23 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

“What’s with this traffic jam? It’s really backed up.” Jinwoo asked, his voice breaking the lull as he drummed his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. As the car inched forward at an agonizingly slow pace, he muttered something about taking the subway, eyes scanning the congested road ahead, a faint crease of irritation forming on his brow.

You glanced up from your musings, your elbow propped on the car door, chin resting in your palm. Your eyes were fixed on the distance, far past the endless rows of brake lights ahead—almost indifferent, as if the raving engines and honking vehicles just outside were nothing more than background noise.

“Maybe a gate popped up in the middle of the road?”

Jinwoo turned his head to you, giving you an incredulous look. His sharp stare lingered until you caught it out of the corner of your eye, remaining unfazed. “What?”

Before Jinwoo could respond, his phone buzzed to life, the name on the screen flashed: Chairman Go Gun-hee.. He answered, listened intently to the voice on the other end, and replied as necessary. The situation was, in fact, just as you had guessed—a gate had indeed materialized, right in the middle of the highway too, hence the massive traffic disruption.

After the call ended, Jinwoo turned back to you with a similar expression as before. The hint of amused resignation was new though.

“What?” you repeated, your voice carrying that deliberately lackluster touch of feigning innocence.

This time, instead of being interrupted in a timely-good manner, his silence was broken by a soft chuckle as he leaned back in his seat, his posture relaxed, as did the uptilt of his lips, despite the urgency of the situation.

After a beat, that easy smile was directed towards you. “You gonna come with?”

You tilted your head slightly, mimicking his casual demeanor but with an air of mockery that was all your own. “Depends. Let’s see what the system has to say.”

“So, not a no?” Jinwoo’s tone took a turn as he leaned closer, leaving no other way for you but to meet his eyes, his grin just as daring.

Perhaps reflex played a role when you raised your hand and planted it against his face before he could get too close, gently pushing him back with just enough pressure to send a clear message: Don’t push your luck. Jinwoo showed little resistance, the twinkle of mirth in the backdrop of grey peeking between your fingers unmistakable.

You dismissed how you could distinctly feel his mouth move as he played along with your antics. How the soft brushes of lips felt on the border of your palm and wrist, teetering so close to where one could feel vital signs through the skin.

“Shut up,” you grinned back, and the following vibrations on your hand, mimicking the act of chuckling, told you more than enough.

It was good to know that he was now comfortable enough around you to be like this.

“I’ll do a quick detour for our emergency preparation,” you added, finally pulling your hand back and breaking eye contact. Your gaze shifted out the window as if searching for something unseen. “I have a feeling it’s going to rain.”

Jinwoo raised a brow, stealing a glance at the sky through the windshield. The sun shone unobstructed, the horizon was clear, with no sign of rain clouds in sight. Still, he’d learned by now that your ‘feelings’ were rarely wrong.

Cryptic words and double meanings, he just had to figure them out—figure you out.

The game both of you had been playing since the very start.

How thrilling.

Jinwoo hummed, opting for another question, though it was one he already had a pretty good guess on the answer. His smile never left. “How many backups have you planned, really?”

“A lot.” —a simplistic answer that was just so you, flashing him a sweet smile of your own.

With that, your form began to shimmer, your edges dissolving into myriads of lights, the chimes of your butterflies filling the air.

Through the mirror of his iris, the beautiful fragments swirled. Jinwoo closed his eyes briefly as the luminous insects flitted past his face, bringing forth passing warmth against the skin.

“You go on ahead,”

When he opened them again, only a single butterfly remained where you once sat, its iridescent wings fluttering softly. It went to perch on his instinctively half-outstretched hand, and Jinwoo brought it closer, feeling the faint, ticklish brush of its wings on his lips.

I’ll find my way to you.

The butterfly dissolved into nothingness, yet he knew it was keeping him company, always, despite its lack of visibility.

He was not alone, not anymore.

Jinwoo leaned back in his seat, raking a hand through his hair as the corner of his mouth curved into a grin, lingering all the way as he made his way to the gate’s location.

If he had truly looked at himself in the rearview mirror at this moment, would the faint color of his cheeks and the creeping warmth had only been the effect of the rosy-hued sky and the golden glow of the setting sun?

Jinwoo muttered under his breath, though there was no mistaking the fondness in his every little action then.

“What a difficult woman.”

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Jinwoo stood amidst the wild greens of the foliage; the air as ominous as ever if not more. The oppressive heat and humidity were immediately followed by the torrential downpour. The thick jungle surrounding him, water cascading down the leaves and pooling into muddy streams, and the dense magical energy crackling in the air all pointed to one thing.

“You know…” Jinwoo said to no one, his tone as flat as it was dry, despite him literally soaked from head to toe. “However I see it, this feels like a red gate.”

“I told you so,” your voice rang out light, and Jinwoo looked up to see you hovering in the air, donning your usual raid ensemble, your form bathed in faint iridescent white glow. The rain parted around you and the butterflies flitted, refracting light in a way that made Jinwoo feel like he was witnessing a scene from one of those vibrant stained-glass windows.

Divine—that word again.

Soft chimes mixing harmoniously with the rhythm of harsh pitter-patter. Despite his enhanced physique, the falling rain still dug uncomfortably into his skin, under the layer of wet fabric. But even so, he couldn’t look away.

As for you, for a moment, you entertained the idea of looking after a wet cat.

With a subtle motion of your hand, Jinwoo suddenly found himself enveloped in the same translucent glow and phantom warmth. The raindrops now bounced and slid off him harmlessly, though the protective barrier couldn’t undo the soaked clothes below.

“You’re a little late, don’t you think?” Jinwoo quipped, though there was no bite to his words.

Yeah—a sopping wet, fussy black cat.

“You seem fine enough,” you quipped back, starting to make your descent. “I’ll help you dry off once we’re out—shit!”

The next second, the world seemed to blur as the storm surged louder in your eardrums—a brief flicker caught Jinwoo’s attention before his instincts kicked in.

Time seemed to slow after—closer than either of you expected, stealing the air from your lungs, senses overwhelmed by proximity’s warmth. Dimly, you felt familiar, sturdy arms supporting you, and the scent of damp earth mixed with something distinctly him.

Déjà vu—and the disconcert of living through a cliché.

Chaotic fluttering, the butterflies’ notes twisted into a cacophony of delight, increasing in volume alongside heavy rain and thunder. Yet, all seem to blend into the background of mingling breaths, inches apart.

None spoke, eyes locked with another in a moment that felt stretched too long and too short all at once. Light danced in between, shadows fleeting across each other’s features.

Somewhere, amidst the cold shower and warm softness in his hold, Jinwoo felt a strange awareness settle within each heartbeat.

And then, the moment broke. The chimes quieted, and everything faded into the storm’s veil once more.

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[A hunter is born to hunt.]

“So,” Jinwoo started, attention flicking between you and the battle up ahead. “you can teleport from outside now?” Intrigue flashed in his eyes, though his tone retained its usual calmness.

“…”

“(Name)?”

“…Yeah,” you finally replied. Distracted was an understatement of the nearly two decades you’d been thrown into this world. “The recent ascension automatically leveled up some skills. My teleportation works the same as before, but now it’s more… precise.”

“Precise?” Jinwoo’s brow arched in question.

“Mm-hmm. Visualizing the destination is no longer enough; I need to know the place like the back of my hand.” Your eyes followed a purple butterfly fluttering past his shoulders. “Being manually taxing is a recurring drawback to my powers, so I’m not too surprised. The good thing that came out of this is that there are less restrictions. Dungeons are basically another world altogether, but now I can go in and out even after the gates closed, granted I still have memory of the place and that nothing unusual happened. Still researching on that.”

“Bless my children, since I still need an ‘anchor’ for the first travel.” The butterfly joined the fray. “Under normal circumstances, they can travel on their own. But for traversing between realms? In case they’re not strong enough to withstand the force, they need to attach to someone who can cross to the other side. Once inside, that child can send me the specific ‘data’ via telepathy—the area’s distinct wavelength, for example.”

You made a light sweeping motion with your hand. “And voilà.”

A hunter’s foe isn’t limited to monsters.

Jinwoo hummed thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. He watched his soldiers press forward; their footwork precise even on the rain-slick, muddy ground. The flitting butterflies wove among them as usual, shimmering beacons boosting any soldier in close range and playing with their food the enemies. What was unusual was the flashes of forms far too humanlike to be his shadows.

Jinwoo narrowed his eyes, studying the contrasting figures. Their movements were seamless, as if rehearsed, covering each other’s blind spots. As chaotic as these fights could get, there was an unmistakable rhythm to them. A Danse Macabre brought to life.

“They can fight too?” Jinwoo asked, his voice tinged with slight awe.

Following his line of sight, you smiled faintly. “Yes. At first, it was the adults’ initiative. I’m fine with them as they are, but my darlings wanted to make the most of it now that they can maintain corporeal forms without the hassle of constantly using hallucinations.” You nodded toward the entities in question. “Their skills heavily depend on what I’m capable of myself, since they weren’t initially designed for direct combat, but…” You tilted your head toward the nearest skirmish. “What can I say? Adaptation is one of our mottos.”

[A hunter must take care not to become the hunted.]

Jinwoo followed your gesture and saw Igris, his long sword cleaving through enemies with practiced ease. Covering his back stood a familiar elegant figure, crimson strands in a braid and wielding dual rapiers. She was as pristinely suited as the first time she introduced herself. The tailcoat, patterned like her wings, followed her movements fluidly, making her seem like she was dancing.

Hup!

Light on her feet, she launched herself in the air and struck. The thrust precise and deep despite how delicately thin the blade looked, evident by the fountains of blood erupting from her staggering victims before Igris followed up with swift decapitations. With how calm she looked at times, her eyes were another level of intense, like an undying flame.

She landed with a bow and—did the raining blood just turn into showering petals?!

“You’ve already met Red,” you said casually, though Jinwoo detected a hint of pride. “My right hand.”

Gaze lingering on the pair, Jinwoo was unsure what was more baffling: the eerie theatrics or how seamlessly Red fought alongside Igris without a single word exchanged.

His attention shifted to another figure, starkly different in demeanor and a paler complexion.

On top of her head were triangular-shaped ears blending into straight snowy-white locks. The color contrasted sharply against the battlefield’s murky tones, as did her pale blue eyes. Seemingly a staple to your children who gained a more tangible form, the black and white attire she wore was adorned with fluffs from neck to boots.

The situation can always reverse,

“That’s Blanche.” You chuckled softly seeing the girl reflexively nuzzle into her thick scarf, only for droopy eyes to narrow, clearly displeased with the wetness clinging to her usual comfort. Even her long fluffy tail wasn’t spared, slumping dejectedly in response.

Peeking out from the tufts of her of sleeves were clawed hands of clear ice, at least twice a normal sized hand. That same hand tore straight through an adversary’s chest. As the beast dangled from her grip, she flicked them off with ease to swipe at another incoming attackers.

What was interesting to Jinwoo was how the minion sent flying looked stiff. Only when Tank caught them with his mouth did Jinwoo have his answer. The chilling crunch when the shadow munched on them, how pieces of the body cracked like glass and fell off with no sign of the usual dripping warm liquid, suggested that they were frozen solid. It was a frigid carnage.

“She’s dozing off.” Jinwoo noted dryly as Blanche retracted her claws and leaned onto the massive ice bear, sinking into his wispy black fur.

“Leave my baby alone. It’s nearing her hibernation hour anyway.” You cooed in the pair’s direction, seeing that Tank decided to not disturb Blanche’s nap and just sat there, munching away at the frozen enemies she left behind.

“And when exactly is that?”

“Almost all the time.”

Jinwoo didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or sigh at you.

“You’re spoiling her.”

“Blanche always got her job done before going to sleep, so I see no problem.” You trailed off.

[And it’s the mark of the first-rate hunter to avoid becoming complacent.]

Jinwoo chose not to comment further. He followed your wandering eyes toward a blonde figure next. Hair tied in ponytail, she wielded a massive shield with an ease that belied its size, using it to batter enemies in a manner that seemed more recreational than necessary.

“There are two of them now.” Jinwoo deadpanned.

True to his words, it was quite a sight.

Iron was, unsurprisingly, doing what Iron did best: slamming down the blunt end of his battle axe on what appeared to be an enemy, a pretty much dead one. The blonde woman, with eyes resembling the sun, mimicked his actions with her shield and an almost childlike glee. The two were taking turns in smashing the unfortunate foe until it was simply unrecognizable.

“That’s Sol,” you said, sweatdropping. “She’s, well, energetic.”

Jinwoo sighed, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him.

“I can see that.”

“…Sol’s a good child.” You continued with a wry smile. “Just a curious spirit most of the time.”

“Right. And she follows Iron around because…?”

“She finds him amusing.”

“That sounds even worse somehow.”

You could only offer a helpless shrug.

The next child Jinwoo noticed was perched comfortably on Tusk’s shoulder, nonchalantly swinging her legs and humming a tune. Turquoise eyes glowed against dark bronze canvas, various runes of the same bluish-green circling her, and a tome floated by her side. Her hair was a striking red, blue, and the occasional hints of white and purple, shifting hues with every movement like a living aurora. Her ears were long and the tips pointed, Jinwoo noted.

Whether you hunt tens, or even hundreds, of monsters,

“That’s Neonie.” you introduced. “Abilitiy-wise, think of her as a living magical artifact.”

Each motion of the her fingers brought forth circles of magic, materializing across the battlefield. Glittering mist flowed out, a blanket of cloud around the High Orc Shaman and magic unit below, amplifying spells’ firepower, restoring mana, and decreasing casting cooldowns in a near constant cycle. Some smaller magic circles stationed strategically around the fog-affected areas automatically shot projectiles to melee foes closing in on the mages.

Jinwoo was squinting at this point. Mist aside, the output of spells back-to-back were blinding enough.

“Can we adjust the brightness?”

“Sure! When you managed to control your first instinct to not glare at my sorceress every time you see her, we’ll talk.”

“Huh?”

“Oh please, I saw how your face scrunched up seconds ago. I already made Baruka’s remains a stat boost for your dagger, give the guy a break.”

You rolled your eyes, though the twitch on your lips betrayed you when he made a face again.

A strong gust of wind swept past, ruffling your hairs and prompting you and Jinwoo to glance upward. Kaisel soared overhead, his massive wings stretching over the rain-drenched jungle below, cutting through the winds. Trailing close behind was what seemed like a flurry of butterflies in a weird formation, a blur of royal blue.

You whistled and the cluster halted in its flight, only then did Jinwoo could get a proper look at the silhouette. The most attention-grabbing feature was the pair of wings, flapping in brief intermissions to keep the bearer afloat. They weren’t the delicate blue and black structures patterned on her uniform; instead, there were layers of translucent feathers, matching the end of her trench coat. She had rich blue eyes; dark brown strands framed her face in a bun.

[You must hunt ceaselessly.]

“Jinwoo, meet Gale.” The aforementioned bowed to Jinwoo. “The best flyer of my butterflies.”

“And also,” Jinwoo barely had time to process this before his sharp ears caught a distinct metallic clack from above. His gaze snapped back to Gale—was that a minigun?!

“Our aerial support—”

“Everyone duck!”

The assault began, the shots ripped through the ranks of enemies below. Jinwoo’s caught another detail then: like the briefest projection, the feathers spread wide dispersed light in a way that momentarily resembled the intricate patterns of a butterfly. They flared, and from the 'eyes', beams of light shot downward, incinerating adversaries that got caught in its line, leaving charred remnants in her wake.

As the dust began to settle, Jinwoo quickly noted that his soldiers and your children remained unharmed, courtesy of Tusk’s and Neonie’s protective barrier that had shielded the allied forces nearest to the blasts. Iron and Sol too, raised their shield to protect the others nearest to them.

“…and sniper—”

BOOM!

Yeah, no.

The resulting shockwave left Jinwoo’s hair slightly disheveled, and he noted with some amusement that yours wasn’t spared either.

That was a fucking missile.

Again, none of his shadows nor your butterflies had been harmed. Gale’s actions might seem reckless, but, as far-fetched as it sounded, the attacks were isolated in a way, suggesting some level of careful handling and not just reckless abandon.

“I…” You looked dumbfounded if anything, mouth parting a little bit, and Jinwoo found it cute. At least that reaction was enough of a confirmation for him: you didn’t, in fact, planned that, not to this degree at the very least. Jinwoo reckoned Gale took some liberties, and it was just good bad timing on your part. “…I’ll speak to Gale on toning it down.”

“Good call.” Jinwoo chuckled.

You cleared your throat, a strange look of avoidance passed through your expression. “Well, that’s all of them that are present anyway”.

Even when you said that, Jinwoo’s gaze drifted past you, landing on the peculiar silver-haired figure standing still under the rain. She seemed wholly engrossed in her own world, her face tilted upward to let the water trail over her features. Her expression painstakingly crafted to exude pensiveness, it was as if she were playing out a dramatic scene in some high-budget movie—you know, where a character’s thoughts were spoken aloud by outside voice? Minus the pile of corpses beneath her heels of course.

“What is she doing?” Jinwoo finally asked, his tone edged with skepticism, finding it very hard not to be openly judgmental this time. Your lips twitched, unsure whether to laugh away the embarrassment like a maniac or dig yourself a hole and simply die with it.

[As that unknown presence does too.]

The King has no plan to stop his hunt—"Ouch!”

The woman in question abruptly yelped in pain and doubled over. Her hands flying to the top of her head where an angry red bump had formed. Her face scrunched up into a teary expression as yellowish-orange orbs turned to the crimson-haired figure now looming over her.

“What in Mother’s name was that for, Sist-AH! Ow…” Trick’s indignant protest was cut short as another sharp smack landed squarely on her head, resulting comically in a bump on the previous bump. Red stared down at her younger sibling, arms crossed, twin rapiers momentarily sheathed by her hips.

“Stop monologuing.” Despite how flatly the delivery was, each word was emphasized with a progressively terrifying glare that could have frozen a lesser soul.

Poor Trick got the heebie-jeebies. The adult silver butterfly pouted and whined, still clutching her head as she pointed to the air where intricate golden-white screen glitched to life. “They started it!”

[ :D ]

The red butterfly could care less.

“Get. To. Work,” With one last warning look, Red turned her back without waiting for a response. She strode back toward Igris, who had paused mid-swing to glance in her direction. The shadow knight tilted his head slightly, a silent inquiry.

Red’s expression softened in an instant, throwing her rapier to stab the battered magical beast, formerly twitching hand about to grab the shadow knight’s leg while he was distracted, now laid as limp as it was dead. “I’m alright, Sir Igris. Thank you. Let’s continue,” Her tone gentle and respectful. Igris gave a small, almost imperceptible nod before they resumed their rhythm.

Meanwhile, you pressed your fingers to your temple, trying to stave off the impending migraine while watching Trick sulking nearby at the slightest possible prospect of the older butterfly ignoring her. She shot a glare toward the hovering interface.

“(ಥ﹏ಥ) …Traitor.”

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

“Just ignore her.” You sighed, already too tired to deal with this today.

As if to prove your point, Beru chose that exact moment to land near with a thud that sent a wave of muddy water splashing in all directions, including Trick’s, who let out a hiss like a bristling feline. The former ant king let out some clicking noises.

“What are you doing?”

“Nun-ya.”

“What?”

“Nun-ya business.”

“Yeah,” Jinwoo followed your lead and turned away at the sparks practically flying between the two summons. “Let’s. Ignore them.”

Unfortunately for the several totem-masked monsters who thought they could take advantage of the apparent distraction, lunging toward the insect pair, they unknowingly only hastened their doom. With a snap of Trick’s fingers, the attackers froze mid-charge, consumed by sheer terror as they clutched at invisible wounds. It was borderline terrifying how convinced they were that they had already been slashed to pieces, only for Beru to tear through them for real a fraction of a second later.

“Kekeke. First to 30 wins?” Beru’s multifaceted eyes had a competitive glint in them aside from the bloodlust.

Trick shot back with an eerily wide grin, showcasing inhumanely sharp canines hidden below her usual mischievous smile.

“Now we’re talking!”

Gunshot pierced through a few masked foes in groups. The twin guns disappeared from slender hands just as fast as they appeared at the start of a different moveset from the humming butterfly.

An up wave of her hands was followed by several foes cut vertically from the bottom—

“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”

Up, down, cross, side, up…!

—and the rest was as follows.

Only after the motions slowed down did the rain and blood shine light to the glinting threads wrapped around Trick’s fingers into various directions, including the beasts that got shot at the start, limp bodies serving as effective anchors.

Trick turned around, hands now on her hips and sticking out her tongue, only to yelp when she saw a body thrown in her direction. Reflexively cutting it in half with her threads revealed the sight of Beru’s smug look not far off, already done with his fair share of enemies.

“Watch it, you—”

 “kEKEKEKEKE!”

“That girl sure knows how to hold a grudge.”

“The pot calling the kettle black. Beru also indulged her too much.”

You and Jinwoo locked eyes in a silent battle of wills for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

As the laughter died down and the two forces tore into the enemy ranks, that strange feeling from the very first start of this battle settled in you again—the sense of being out of place. Should you feel weirded out that you could only bring yourself to comment on it now?

“Jinwoo.”

“Hmm?”

“Put me down,” you said bluntly, your tone carefully devoid of emotion as you tried to school your expression despite the steady warmth creeping up your neck. And your back. And the back of your thighs—whatever parts of your body that were touching Jinwoo’s right now!

“…”

“…Please?”

“No.”

This man! He purposely waited for you to do that only to reject you, didn’t he?

Jinwoo looked at you with a maddeningly fake smile of innocence, his tone leaving no room for debate. His arms around you didn’t loosen; if anything, they tightened when you started wriggling around, successfully securing you in place.

Sure, it was not the first time he had done this. At the end of your second trip to the demon castle, Jinwoo only let your feet touch the ground after the two of you arrived at the hospital, where you could just sit and rest safely as he tended to his mother. You admit that you were exhausted, very well out of your mind, and thus you were thankful to him—back then.

This is different!

“I can walk on my own—”

“Nope.”

…What a mean man.

From the moment your children had somehow hijacked your landing to now, Jinwoo had been carrying you in classic bridal style, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oh, you could feel his muscles—and you almost leaned closer in an attempt to hide your growing fluster.

You don’t even know where to put your hands. Sure, you wrapped your arms around him, once, to steady yourself right after you fell into his arms—God, that sounds so cheesy. Right now, though, you were awkwardly fiddling with your fingers on your lap. This dilemma came to a much quicker end than the ongoing mental gymnastics in your mind when Jinwoo started walking, where you instinctively held onto his shoulder, simultaneously giving up on the matter of being carried like some damsel in distress until who knew when.

Even as the path ahead cleared—his shadow soldiers bowing deeply on either side and your butterflies fluttering like honor guards—Jinwoo showed no intention of putting you down. And you have to admit, there was undeniable comfort in the way he held you, grounding and unwavering just like his presence.

You almost forgot that you were inside a dungeon.

When did you start being this comfortable around Jinwoo?

Was it before meeting Norma Selner, the very first-time trust between you felt balanced in scale? Was it while on your first trip to the demon castle, when you brought yourself to hold his hand to calm him in what otherwise would be a precarious situation? Or was it further back?

How romantic!

Isn’t this basically ‘walking down the aisle’?

Mother—

You winced as the telepathic chatter from your children filled your mind, their voices buzzing with excitement and a variety of commentaries.

Love?

To a man who deserved everything and more? When you couldn’t even be sure of your place in this world, how could you do that to him? To the man who [̴]̷[̵]̶[̵]̶[̴]̴[̷]̵ you?

…?

Jinwoo [̸̦̄́̈́]̶̲̭͐̂̕[̸̭̄͘]̴̼͖̌͒̽[̵̲̝͂]̷̘͂͊͒[̵̙̦̬̒̈́̽]̸̥̈́͆[̶̙͊]̸̨͎͎̏ you.

???

[̴̨͚̥̤͖̣͍̱̥̥̃̽̂͂́̕]̷̞͋̀̍̆[̸̥̀̊̀]̴͍̑̇[̸̺̬̲͉̯̱̭̥̖͔͊̉̓]̸̧̡̛̳̰̬͉̰̗̮͙̄[̴̺̳̮͇͕̩̌̅͜]̴̢̥̭̮̩͉̜̼̽́͠[̶͚̓͂̃̿̇̃̀͝͝]̶̡̨̰̙͔͚̀͜ͅ—!

W-What is…my memories—

“-me)…(Name)!”

You jolted. For a few moments, the only thing you could see was grey.

“I knew it, you’re—”

“I’m fine, Jinwoo. And stop making that face.”

“What—”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

“Oi—”

Before he could let out another syllable, you circled your arms around him and buried your face on his shoulder. You were well-aware of how his muscles tensed then, how his breath hitched when yours warmed his neck, and how he shivered when you played with his hair at the base with your fingers. It was a sly move on your part, to distract him like this.

How far can I go? What a dangerous thought.

It was impossible not to notice the signs, how confusing they all were.

It might have been a stretch to assume, might even be delusional, but unless it was normal behavior of this time and age to kiss the back of another’s hand—other than family’s—you doubted you read the situation too far in that case. The gesture might be normal occurrences for affectionate people, and you wouldn’t claim to know how Jinwoo would be if he had someone who truly accompanied him on his journey, step by step. What you did know was that Jinwoo showed that he cared, less with words, more through actions.

So, what did his actions so far told you?

For a lone wolf such as he, Jinwoo had been quite... tactile. You doubted he would be to just anyone.

Comfort, maybe?

Which led to the next question: you no longer fit in the category of ‘just anyone’ to him, weren’t you? After all, it was one of the many possibilities you had entertained, especially when he didn’t leave you much of a choice but to stay close.

Trust?

“…” You pursed your lips.

Or something else?

Y̸̦̖͓͛o̵͕̦͎͆̃ụ̶͎̗̒̈́ ̴̻̩̳̏ d̶̩̉i̸͓̭͒̕d̴͙͑̍ň̶̝͍͠'̶̧̙̍t̴̹̓ ̸͓͍̎̎ŕ̴̲̩͕̅͋e̴͔̾m̷̦̞͗e̴̢̥̗͑̔m̵͖̳̄b̴͈͎͋̌e̵̡͔̜̍̅̈́r̶̨̳̜̂̉͑ ̶̘̒͘i̶̡̖͘̚f̴̺̳̎̀ ̶͍͍͔̐̏́ý̵͍̳͐͝ò̸̦͇͑̀u̷̧͌ e̶̜͓͗��v̵̬͈̱̀̃̌ḛ̸̛͋͘r̴̺̀̋ ̷̛͙͕̻̑͆h̶͇̻͛̕å̸͙͖̭͒d̵͕̮̃ ̴̰̒̍a̷̻̘͌̂ ̸̹̔͑͜ͅl̴͙̈́ô̶̹̣̼v̴̘̪̄̂e̵̡̓͘͝ṟ̴̽́̏ ̴̺̌̑̐b̵̫͕̦̄̇e̴͔̅̀͐f̶̰̍o̷̩̐͝r̷̘̥̒̔e̶͚̦͒.̸̪̝̉͊͝

You were a fan of Jinwoo, yes, just one of the many, and a hopeless romantic to boot, considering the amount of romance genres you consumed in your free time up till now. It was a good thing if he actually found some comfort in you, God knew this man deserved more, so you didn’t really mind the hand-holding, hugging, and overall proximity. If you were being honest, every time he sought you out, it never failed to make you feel giddy—too giddy.

It was hard to turn a blind eye to the changes.

How could you describe this? Feverish, fuzzy, and your stomach did the thing? It felt too textbook copy-paste—everything was—which was fitting, considering your situation. But, simply ‘feeling’ it was not enough. What an excuse that was, when there was not yet definitive evidence to support your claims. Would you stoop that low?

In any case, you were threading onto treacherous grounds.

But—

You tightened your hold on Jinwoo, hiding yourself from the world.

System, can I afford to indulge myself?

[ … ]

“Enjoying yourself?” Jinwoo asked, and while you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he had to be smirking.

Look who’s talking. That question could apply to him too.

You mumbled something incoherent into his shoulder, and Jinwoo tilted his head, his smile widening. “What was that?”

You didn’t feel like gracing him with the answer he wanted this time. Instead, you nuzzled further into him, your head bumping against his chin from below, and your lips inches away from his Adam’s apple.

Just as you predicted again, Jinwoo shut his mouth pretty quick.

Revenge sure tasted sweet, but you decided that you would spare him some mercy. After all, you were still thankful for the distraction he provided, knowingly or not.

A small smile bloomed against his shoulder.

For all your children’s teasing, a small part of you couldn’t help but agree: this moment, despite every absurdity that surrounded it, was undeniably romantic.

Just this once.

Behind the curtain of the rainy dungeon, you just hoped this wouldn’t become a habit.

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [30/11/2024] -

Dear [Trial Player]'s Readers,

Happy New Year! 🎉

First, I’d like to apologize for not posting this chapter on New Year's Eve as planned. Time was tighter than I expected, and honestly, this chapter could have been better. My apologies for that. If you have any questions, feedbacks, & comments, feel free to send them here or send in an ask—I may be slow, but I’ll do my best to respond as soon as I can! ❤️

With this chapter, we’ve officially reached the end of Season 1 of the Manhwa. Huzzah! 🎊

This chapter is a whirlwind, I admit. There’s a lot happening, such as: new revelations, developments, and information; foreshadowing and scattered implications; and official introductions to several new characters—the mysterious [???], also known as the [Children of 'Trial Player']! I have used these twenty-ish chapters so far to 'set up the stage', all will be revealed in the events of Season 2 of the Manhwa, so stay tuned! 🦋✨️

I’ll be returning to college for exams starting on January 6th, which will keep me busy for about three weeks. As such, there won’t be any major updates to this story until late January or early February. In the meantime, I’ll try to answer the asks you all have already sent to my inbox. Thank you so much for your patience and for showing interest in this work—I truly appreciate it. I apologize for the late responds in advance. 🙏

Thank you for all your support so far, everyone! 💖

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Friendly Neighbourhood

Jason Todd x Reader

wc: 3.5 K summary: Befriending his neighbour gets out of hand. warnings: fluff, no y/n used, injuries from Gotham activities a/n: got this idea while doing my groceries. also decided to change up my theme a bit! enjoy! divider: @kodaswrld

You barely manage to lift out the two heavy grocery bags out of the back of your car, setting them down at your feet. With a heavy sigh, you fish out your keys and struggle to pick the bags up again, cursing under your breath.

»Need help with that?« You jump up at the deep voice behind you, looking to your right before you spot a similar man, close to your age.

»Uh...«

Jason can see the way your wheels are turning in your head, trying to figure out who he is while also thinking over his suggestion. Finally, he decides to help you out. »Jason… Todd. I live next door to you, if you noticed.«

He shrugs and fidgets with his hands inside his jacket pockets, already regretting it. But luckily, you simply light up and nod, glancing down at your bags again.

»Oh, right! No, I know, just needed a moment. Also, I‘d greatly appreciate your help.« Finally a normal person. No, finally a person that isn‘t actively trying to make your life worse. Without another word, the taller man picks the bags up and gets going to the front door of the apartment complex. You unlock the door and let him walk in first, taking notice of his broad back, still mesmerised, even when he‘s wearing a dark leather jacket. At the front of your door, you catch your breath after walking up four stories worth of stairs, needing a moment to compose yourself fully. Jason, however, doesn‘t seem to too exhausted and simply waits for you to open the door.

»Should I put them inside or just leave it here?« He feels rather awkward in this situation but refuses to show it or let himself cringe at his words, wanting to come off as friendly and nice.

»You can put it here, it‘s fine. Thanks, again.« Jason smiles lightly in return and steps back to his apartment door the opposite of yours, stepping in after unlocking it.

Inside, you stash away your groceries and take a small break, eventually slapping yourself for being so awkward with him. How did you not recognise him earlier, by your car? He is your neighbour! As a form of an apology, you settle into your kitchen and start making some baked goods, focusing on making the best cookies and bread you can muster.

After some hours, perfecting your cookies with sprinkles, and carefully wrapping the fresh loaf of bread into a pretty paper, his gift is ready. You put the sweet cookies into a tupperware, wrapping a light lace around it with a bow. Finally satisfied, you take your last wits and step out into the hallway, ringing his doorbell. To say that you‘re nervous puts it pretty well, your palms sweating lightly as you hold the baked good in yours arms. Jason answers his door, not having expected to see you again so soon again. Immediately, he straightens his posture and clears his throat, hoping he doesn‘t look like a mess right now.

»Hey, I just wanted to drop by some sweets after you helped me earlier… thanks again.«

You smile sweetly at him and hold out the loaf of bread with the box of cookies, overwhelming him. Although he doesn‘t see, surprised or shocked, he feels like his legs might give out under him.

»Oh— thanks. You didn‘t need to do all that, though.«

Jason takes the small box and craddles the lkoaf of bread into his arms, noticing how warm it is. You simply smile back, standing there for a moment longer before you awkardly say goodbye. From that moment on, Jason made sure to see you more often during the week and hopefully help you more with mundane stuff like getting your groceries into your apartment.

◐

In general, you didn‘t see Jason often. There were a few occasions you can remember seeing him, and it was extremly underwhelming. Once, you entered the basement with the on laundry day at the same time as him and he left immediately after you entered. You didn‘t think much of it, glad about the fact that you didn‘t have to worry about someone seeing your underwear. Another time was when you parked your car near the building and saw him getting off his bike before walking into the apartment complex before you. Thinking of it, that was approximately a week ago, if not less. Wait, he rides a bike? Maybe you should definitely try to see him more during the day, maybe he isn‘t that bad of a neighbour.

Even though you normally went into the laundry room in the mornnig to avoid people, you just couldn‘t bring it over yourself to get up a few minutes earlier than normally for that. But considering that it‘s rather late in the night, there‘s probably no one in there. Picking out the dirty clothes that need a wash, you walk downstairs into the shared basement and open the heavy door with your back, since your hands are busy with the heavy basket. Walking in, you didn‘t expect to see the same person you were thinking about earlier in the day. With an awkward smile, you pick a free mashine machine and mind your own business. Jason seems to be almost finished with his laundry, throwing in the last piece urgently. He nodded back at your smile, turning his broad back to you as he messes with the settings of the machine.

In the meantime, you throw in your clothes into the free machine, being composed, although you hope that he doesn‘t notice the light tremors in your hands. Why are you so nervous? It‘s not like you two talked more than three words together. Before you could overthink the situation, he leaves the room with a final glance over his shoulder until the room falls into yet another silence. The sounds of his washine machine going off is the only thing that keeps your mind in this reality. Finishing up your task, you can‘t help but be curious. With careful steps, you peer a little into the machine that washes his clothes, only noticing some flashes of red in between the black clothes. Without trying to be creepy, you casually make your way back into your apartment, forgetting about the previous interaction.

◐

Another week, another grocery haul. Exiting out of your car, you manage to put the two heavy bags onto the concrete before you fish out for your keys. This will probably take two trips, silently wishing that you magically grew a pair of biceps like your friendly neighbour has. Sadly, it doesn‘t happen, even after staring at the two grocery bags. With a final sigh, you pick up one of them and don‘t notice the man beside you until you lift your head up. From the surprise, you jump up and let go of your bag, a small gasp leaving you.

»Oh— so sorry, didn‘t mean it! You need help with that?« The black haired man seems just as surprised as you, seemingly guilty for scaring you.

But once again, your brain needs a second to catch up on the situation. Luckily, you nod and smile, rather amused. Either amused at the scare or his guilty expression.

»I was actually waiting for you to appear, so yes. Thanks.«

With a faint smile, Jason picks both bags into his hands and lets you lead the way to your apartment, as if he didn‘t know better. On the way up, he does his best to cover up the light sweat as he carries those groceries for you.

»Jeez, what do you have in there? A ton of bricks for a house?« He blurts out, his voice lightly out of breath. You can‘t help but chuckle at his comment, although you start to feel bad for him. »Stuff someone needs to survive during a week.«

You shrug in response and unlocks your door, not as exhausted as him. He sets the bags down by the door of your apartment, before he slips back into his own home, giving you a smile and a polite goodbye. After sorting through your ingredients, you can‘t help but think about the interaction for the rest of the day, hoping this will happen more often… without the scare.

Unlike last week, you simply bring him an easy recipe for cookies that he gladly takes and studies for the rest of the evening.

◐

Would it be weird for a neighbour to bring over cookies randomly? It was out of your recipe anyways, so you must like it, right? Judging from the last two times, it should be socially accepted to gift your neighbour something to show gratefulness.

Finally, Jason knocks at your door and tries not to fidget with the plastic bag in his hands, filled with cookies that he couldn‘t finish up. Unfortunately for him, the he made too many sweets, but now he has a good excuse to see you. The door opens after a few moments, revealing you in a fuzzy robe, draping over your body like a comfy blanket. Jason almost chokes on his spit and looks down, feeling like he just disturbed your privacy. You on the other hand, chuckle softly before greeting him.

»Good evening. Sorry about my outfit, got comfy.« You shrug your shoulders and cross your arms, ignoring the embarassment. At the same time, Jason composes himself and holds out the bag of cookies and your tupperware from the earlier cookies.

»It‘s fine, I tried your recipe and made too much. Hope you like them.« You take the gift with a grateful smile and look back up at him. You nod, trying to say something to keep the short interaction going.

»Thanks. So, you also like baking? I was hoping I didn‘t make you confused with it.«

Jason shakes his head with a faint smile, fidgeting with his hands briefly, before stuffing them into his pockets. »No, I like baking. Used to make cupcakes when I was younger, it‘s the time that keeps getting lesser these days.«

You get the struggle of having not enough time for yourself. Now that you think of it, you realise that he probably sacrficised time for these cookies. You smile back at him, keeping the cookies in your hands.

◐

It was like any other night shift for you, returning back inside your apartment complex early in the morning, with an aching body. The keys jingle in your hands as you go up the last few stairs into your story. As another yawn escapes you, you don‘t notice the other person in the hallway at the door opposite of yours.

Jason pauses and glances to his side of the sound of footsteps, staying frozen on his spot for another moment. Finally, your eyes focus on him and you give him a brief nod. He nods back, albeit slightly confused.

»Nightshift?« Judging by your rather formal clothes that remind him of work uniform, that‘s the only conclusion he comes up with. You nod in response, standing by your door. His leather jacket is in his arm, seemingly hiding something underneath it, or maybe your brain just makes things look weird after staying up for so long.

»You too?« Jason nods after a brief pause, glancing back down at his hand with his house key.

»Yeah… gonna rest up now.«

After saying goodbye, you return to your flat and pass out on your bed in a matter of seconds.

Moments like these happened more often where you both came back home at the same time or did your laundry in each other‘s company. Your conversations consisted of some small talk, sharing recipes together, and Jason made sure to bring your groceries up every week. It was fun and refreshing to have a helpful and nice neighbour like that. Especially if he has a few extra muscles that seem totally unecessary on him. Either way, you admire his workout routine, whatever it is, that he does.

Another night shift, another exhausted mind and insane craving for your bed. What you didn‘t expect to see was a vigilante by your door. Well, opposite of your door.

You both pause, a light gasp of shock escaping you as you stand there, frozen. Red Hood doesn‘t move as well, staring back at you silently until he finally clears his throat.

»Uh… do you know where Jason Todd is?«

His voice is rough and more raspy due to the modulator of the helmet, making you tense further. You process his words and shake you head quickly, glancing at Jason‘s door briefly.

»What? I- no, I didn‘t see him lately at all. Don‘t know where he went last month.«

A silence follows in the corridor, hoping that he believes you. Unexpectetly, he nods and makes his way past you, although with some distance.

»Good night, miss.« He mumbles, although the voice changer makes it sounds rather sinister. It seems like he doesn‘t notice, leaving you be and walks down the stairs in a hurry. You release a heavy sigh and watch his back until you hurry inside your apartment and lock your door, just in case.

You manage to fall asleep after pacing in your room, overthinking the situation. Is Jason in danger? Should you check up on him now? Considering that it‘s past four in the morning, that‘s a bad idea. Exhaling, you take a shower and eventually fall asleep afterwards.

You don‘t see Jason the next day in the laundry room, making you even more concerned. Luckily, you catch him next week as you walk out of your place to leave for the store.

»Jason! I need to talk to you for a moment.« You urge him lightly, stepping closer to him in the hallway. He stops and stares down at you, already tense. He doesn‘t know what to expect, ready to pull you inside his apartment and blackmailing you, so you won‘t reveal his identity to someone else… or worse, the media. But to his surprise, you feel concerned and look concerned.

»Listen, I get it if it‘s uncomfortable for you, but are you in danger? Because...« you hesitate, trying not to scare him, »Because I saw Red Hood at your door a week ago and he— he asked for you. Obviously I lied and told him you were gone since last month, but… do you need help?«

He listens to your small rant, seeing the worry on your face as clear as day. After thinking and contemplating in his mind, he pretends to be two people.

»I… you know, no one can know about this, but… he‘s actually a nice guy, just seems intimidating. He checks up on me a few times a year, but trust me, he isn‘t bad.«

He explains calmly, hoping to reassure you. The elder lady that lives above you comes down the stairs, seemingly noisy about the whispering in the stairwell. Jason notices and gently guides you inside, hand on your shoulder. Finally, inside and without any prying eyes, he goes on.

»Did he scare you?« This time, he seems worried as his eyes meet yours again. You shake your head, then nod, wanting to be honest.

»A bit… his voice just scared me.« He nods in understanding and lets go of your shoulder, glancing around his flat briefly.

»Want tea? It‘s the least I can do.«

That‘s how you settle onto his couch and drink tea together, taking your mind off the worrying topic with more mundane things.

◐

After getting to know more about Jason and why he knows Red Hoood, you feel calmer but also slightly more alert. Whenever you walk back home, you make sure to watch the rooftops, wanting to catch a glimpse of Red Hood, in case he patrols or goes to visit Jason again. Sadly, you don‘t see him, and find yourself wishing that he would appear someday again. Preferably at Jason‘s door, so you can escape into your apartment in case of an emergency.

Luckily, you catch him as you come back home after another long nightshift. You narrow your eyes at him, stopping in front of him as you take him in. The red guy seemingly stares back at you, exhaling lightly.

»Not scared this time, miss?« He sees you shake your head before untensing. He hums lightly under his breath, leaning up against the wall by Jason‘s door.

»Nightshift? Jason told me about your hard work.« He tries his best to pretend being another person as he stays casually leaned against the wall, arms crossed. You seemingly perk up shortly as he mentions your neighbour, eventually composing yourself afterwards.

»Did he? Well...you better take good care of him, I need him to carry my groceries.« Little did you know that Jason feels way more confident under his helmet, taking a few steps closer.

»Yeah? Such a big girl and you still need help with such things?«

You watch as he steps closer to you, but you don‘t get easily swoon over with his confident cockiness.

»Well, some girls like getting help with that. You should know that yourself, aren‘t you a vigilante?«

Jason explained the duties of Red Hood to you on the same evening when you had tea together. Now you‘re using his words against him, in a way he didn‘t expect. Red Hood pauses and blinks, coming off as stunned with his blank helmet. Finally, he steps back, raising his hands up in the air.

»Don‘t need to get cheeky there. Just wanted to tease ya.« He tries to save it, but once again, it falls on deaf ears as you walk past him to your door.

»Just do your job.« Is the last thing you say before you walk into your place, leaving him specheless in the hallway. Seems like you actually buy his act of being two seperate people. With a final nod, he enters his own apartment and wonders how long he can keep the act going.

◐

You visit Jason the day after, sitting on his couch as you talk his ears off about anything.

»Yeah— and then he stepped closer and just straight up insulted me. He thinks I‘m weak!« You complain to him as he prepares two cups of tea in his kitchen, smiling to himself as you talk.

»I‘m sure he didn‘t mean it like that.« He shrugs as he carefully walks over and hands you the sweet tea you seem to love.

»Still… he‘s a bit weird.« You mumble against the rim of the mug, making Jason grin more amused to himself. He leans further back against the couch, warming his hands up against his own cup of tea. A comfortable silence stretches between you as you simply sit beside each other, occaisonally sipping on your hot tea.

You sit up straighter, focusing on the flash of bright red underneath a pile of clothes at the armchair. Without trying to assume much, you glance subtly at Jason before you speak up.

»Is that his helmet?« He perks up beside you and looks up to where your eyes are focused on. Instead of immediately agreeing and covering it up, he watches you and stays calm, trying to predict how you‘ll react.

»Huh… yeah.«

You quirk an eyebrow at his response, finally looking back at him beside you. Your eyes narrow and you lean back into the couch, trying to say something to find out more.

»And.. he just left? Without his mask?«

»Mhmm.« Jason hums back in agreement, although he doesn‘t seem too convinced of himself. In reality, he feels extremly bad for lying right into your face the entire time. So, he stopped trying. It feels like you won‘t react too dramatic anyway, he hacked your phone and find out that you didn‘t tell anyone about any of this in the first place. In short, he thinks you are trustworthy, after doing his usual researching. Besides, it‘s hard to get rid of you anyway, considering you live right next door to him.

»Right...« You sigh out, finally putting two and two together, but won‘t voice it yet, being too nervous. Until he finally speaks up, leaning up this time.

»You know, I‘m surprised you believed me for this long.«

The tension finally snapped, making you relax but also grow excited.

»I knew you were the same guy all along! You both speak the same way.« You exclaim with a relieved smile, making him tilt his head in light disagreement.

»If you only saw me talking to muggers...« Jason mutters before he takes a sip of his tea.

It feels refreshing to trust someone with his identity outside of the whole vigilante and work area. Especially with someone so pretty.

←MASTERLIST

[chlefnikkl]

The brain worms are flowing thru my mind rn, thinking abt toji giving aftercare after one of your roughest nights with him...

"Fuck baby, you okay?" Toji asks, he already knows that you're in pain and everything that has happened tonight will leave you bedridden for the foreseeable future.

When you dont answer him, he leans down to your ear and gives it a butterfly kiss, "its ok if you cant answer right now, just wanna make sure my pretty girl is alright..." he trails off.

"T-toji" you whimper out, your voice hoarse from using it so much.

"Hey mama, how you feeling?" Hes getting worried that he might have gone a bit overboard.

"Water" you whisper to him and hes immediately going to the kitchen to fetch you some. While he's gone, you take in your surroundings and figure out what exactly hurts and what you need to help with the ache.

You feel like your body got hit with a train when you turn to lay on your back. Theres pain blossoming in your neck and chest regin, you figure it must be the hickeys that toji left.

"Hey, got you some water and a couple of painkillers, you probably gonna nee-" he cuts off when he sees your chest, all the marks that he left, all the marks on your neck that he made. Its looks painful, but a sinister side of him loves it.

"Mama, you look really marked up, heh." He chuckles awkwardly, which he didnt know he could do. "You should take a shower with me mama, would make you a lot less sore." He suggests.

"Medssss, hurtsss." You groan out, you just want to sleep. He hands you the cup of water and the painkillers. "Shower tomorrowwww" you whine once you drink and swallow the meds.

"Nuh uh, you are coming with me to the shower, baby, no excuses." He lifts you up and walks towards the shower. Your head laying on his chest as he walks.

Toji finally reaches the bathroom and sets you down on your wobbly legs, "toji, cant standdd" you whine out.

"Just lean on me, mama." He suggests, which you gladly take up his offer. He turns on the warm water in the tub and starts adding the soap. "Listen i know you cant stand so im gonna give you a bath instead, ok mama?"

You nod and see continue to do his thing. You start to space out and think of how you ended up like this.

Maybe if you hadn't of worn that dress when you out, you wouldn't be in this situation. Toji was always jealous, but you didnt know it could be this bad, you'll just have to tell him to take an easy on you next time.

"Alright baths all filled up, just waitin for its princess to hop in." He smirks and you giggle at the way he says it.

"Can you help me toji?" You ask, still unsure if you want to test you legs out.

"Of course baby." He leans down and grabs your waist with both hands and sets you gently down in the water. The warmth immediately cooling your tight muscles.

He starts washing at you chest with a warm cloth. Your eyes close, you love the sweet moments with toji, especially after sex. He gets all mushy and lovey and you just want to bask in the feeling forever.

"Hey mama," you peek your eyes open at him, "you sure i didn't go to rough on you t'night?"

"Im fine, honey, once the bath is done and the meds kick in, I'll be fine." You smile at him

"Just didnt want to hurt my sweet girl, thats all." You kisses your lips softly.

"Im perfectly content right now toji, love the bath that you made for me and the fact that you're here." You say genuinely.

Toji just smiles and kisses your palm.

After a few more minutes of just washing up and brushing teeth, you finally head to bed and get the rest you so desperately desire.

"You all good mama? Ready for bed?" Toji asks as he holds out his arm for you to crawl into.

"Yeah, ready for bed..." you yawn. "Love you toji"

"Love you too mama"

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A/n: omg two fics in a day 🤯 you're lucky my college classes havent started yet and i get burnt out immediately 😭😭

[strkeyz]

new years kiss. | d. starkey x fem! reader

warnings ! ; nothing really just fluff!, not proofread at all, def a lil rushed, and probably poorly written, a lil suggestive at the end

summary ! ; in which you spend your first new years with your boyfriend, drew starkey.

authors note ! ; happy new years babies, consider this my resolution to write more!!

december 31, 2024, your first new year’s eve with your new boyfriend, drew starkey.

the famous actor has treated you with such a romance you only see on a big screen, ironic right? in all seriousness, you’ve never felt more loved in your entire life. he does everything right; ‘just because’ flowers, princess treatment, spoiling you, he does it all.

so, as you two watched the new york times square feed on your tv in the dark living room of your LA apartment, settling back on the couch with two glasses of champagne. you pass the glass in your left hand to drew, adjusting yourself under the blanket.

‘you okay baby?’ the blonde man beside you mumbled, gaze breaking from the tv to look over at you. you nod, taking a sip from the glass in your hand. you use your free hand to grab his, thumb tracing over the backside of his palm lightly.

‘this is our first new years, drew’ you speak, voice soft and gentle. when it was just you and drew, the world around you two melted. it was just you and him, nothing else matters. he smiles, scooting his body closer to yours. ‘mhm,’ he hums in response ‘most special new year i’ve had in my entire life.’

you roll your eyes, smacking him playfully. you place the champagne glass on the table, leaning back and laying on drew. you two chat for a while, completely missing the tv screen in front of you.

as excited cheers of ‘10, 9, 8’ erupt from the tv, only then is your focus broken from drew. you two look over at the screen, counting along with the crowd on the other side of the screen. ‘7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,’ you two yell out together, two large hands grab your face, turning you to look at drew as a yell of ‘1!’ fills the room.

without a second thought, drew’s lips smash onto yours. this kiss is gentle, yet passionate. he holds your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. to make the moment even more cinematic, fireworks erupt outside the apartment, the glow coming in and adding light into the darkness of the living room. after a minute or two (or five), you two pull back, keeping your foreheads pressed together.

drew’s the first to speak, a soft smile encapsulates his features. ‘happy new years pretty girl, i love you.’ you smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes. ‘happy new years baby, i love you more’ you whisper, breathlessly.

before you knew it, you were on drew’s lap with your tongue practically down his throat. his hands roamed your body with a lustful touch, settling on your hips. drew breaks the kiss, only to look up at you with lovestruck pupils.

‘lemme bring in the new year properly, please baby?’

[ainnur]

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain" -Fanfic

Sumary : After being possesed by Lady Bone Demon, Bai He have white stroke on her hair. She hated how it look because it make her look like old lady and so much like the Bone Demon herself. Then she ask Wukong for help and Wukong help her cover the white hair...

A/N : Soooo Im not really a writer I just wrote this for fun so there will be some mistake. And my english kinda shitty. This base of my au "What Still Frozen au". Character can be Ooc

"Pink and Yellow Cover The Pain " -by Ainnur

"Have you done this before?"

"Nope, I never even touch a hair dye before, can you belive that?"

Hearing that Bai He isn't actually sure how to feel about it. On one hand, she actually scare to let this happend but on other hand, she just doesn't care anymore. What else could Bai He lost? Her hair already demaged real bad because of the Bone Demon and Bai He is forever piss about it.

To put it simple, Bai He loved her hair so much. She loves brushing and styling it however she want and it will look cute. Thanks to her cousin Ayu who always press on how important the hair care is, Bai He able to keep her hair healthy for a long time. Her hair is long like her mother and have a colour of her dad's. What used to be soft and silky beautiful hair now letf dry and kinda dead. No matter what she do, it just seem that she can't bring her old back. She hates that.

Another thing is, being Lady Bone Demon host body left her with ugly white stroke of hair. Not only it make Bai He look like old lady, it make Bai He look like more the Bone Demon herself. Bai He know it just make sense that Bone Demon make Bai He look like be when using her body like a puppet. That old demon bitch... That just make her hated her hair even more and want to get rip of it.. She decide to tell Wukong about it and ask his opinion. He'll understand right? Afterall, he got same white stroke of hair like her. Even he dont understand, he will help her and she just know it. She didnt expect this...

💕

Bai He take a big gulp of water and huff in satisfaction. Right now she at Pigsy's Noddle with Wukong sitting next to her. It's somehow become their little thing to just eating noddle and talk about random things. Bai He enjoy this simple times with Wukong and she always get to eat delicious noddle that Wukong always pay for her. Wukong doesn't seem to mind and Bai He won't complain about it. Why would she? We talk about free food!

Bai He take a look at Wukong who seem lost in thought while waiting for his noddle to cold down. That one thing Bai He notice about Wukong. He always waits for any of his food to cold down. It's not just cold down enough that you can eat the food when is still warm , no, Wukong waited until all the heats is completely gone. Where the enjoyment of that?? But again not like Bai He would say anything about it. If Wukong like his food like that, who is she to judges loudly?

"Umm...you good kid? You kinda looking at me for solid 3 minutes now. Did I have something on my face?" Wukong's voice able to pull Bai He back from her thought.

"No. You're fine Monkey King " Bai He actually double check Wukong's face to make sure of it.

"It's just...." Bai He take few breath try to form a right sentence to tell Wukong. Few seconds pass as Wukong wait for her to tell him whatever she in her mind right now.

"I hate my hair...." Saying that, she get Wukong full attention as he push his bowl of noddle aside wanting to actually hear her.

"I hate what she done to my hair and how it make me look like....Her.. And I just want the damage to be gone." She grab her hair a bit on her palm not actually looking at Wukong as she focus on her hair right now. It's silence for seconds as Wukong try to process what Bai He just tell him.

"Well you can cut it-"

"No" she cut Wukong words fast

"I don't want to cut it.I just...cant..part of with didnt allowed that." Bai He cant actually explain why she didnt want to cut it, she just know she attach to it.

"I just want to 'cover' it like you..." Bai He words stiff while she looking at Wukong this time. Other thing Bai He know about Wukong is that Wukong uses magic thing call glamours or something to hide his real appearance to other. Even from MK. He cover the white stroke of hair using that and make his hair look normal. Bai He is silently jealous of that ability of Wukong because how is that fair? Why he can just look how ever he want with snap of finger and she just cant? Oh how she wish she have the ablity too.

"I get an idea!" Wukong said with smile planning something in his head. Oh boy....

💕.

That bring us to now. Both Bai He and Wukong is walking to her bathroom after Wukong show up next day with big bag full with hair dye. Hair dye .....Why Bai He didn't about that sooner?! Maybe she so stress and that just didnt cross her mind. Bai He was suprise when she saw the bag full with different colours of hair dye boxs for first time when Wukong show up.

"I don't know what colour you prefer so I just bring everything and let you choose " Wukong simply said that and leave Bai He watching him with unbeliveable face. This monkeyyyyyy.

"Wukong like pink right?" Wukong asks with a smile, holding a box pink hair day in his hand. He right about that, Bai He loves the colour pinks. It's remind her of her cousin who like wearing pink. To put it simple, pink is pretty colour. Some people would say that pink is not a real colour as it is just shade of red. They were right but Bai He doesn't care, It's pretty and that only thing matter. Pink could be lovely colour that bright up the mood but it also can be sickening when it's to much

"Yeah, I want pink" She decide on that with smile. If anything happend it happend and Bai He could not careless. Wukong only respon saying she make a great choice and preparing the dye. While Wukong busy, Bai He want to go through the bag again and that when she notice something is moving inside. "Little monkey!?" Yeah one of Wukong's subject follow Wukong hear in the bag. The little monkey then went to his king and climb on his shoulder. Wukong gigle for a bit and let the little monkey mix the hair dye. "Careful now little one" Wukong remind the monkey. Bai He watching everything with awe and get her attention back to the bag.

Inside of the back she find another colour, yellow. But with specific shade.... It's yellow but not just any yellow, it's have a bit of orange hue in it making it look more golden. It's Wukong type of yellow. Bai He dont know much about colour theory but the colour do remind her of Wukong. This yellow colour bring warm feeling to Bai He. It's provide comfort for Bai He with the bright and fun nature of the colour.

"I want this colour too" Bai He said without thinking. Wukong simply agree with her and Bai He cant help but smile at Wukong. Everything he did right now is for her and she really appreciate it. Colouring her hair with both colour would be fun. But again she didnt want to colour whole head, just the ugly white stroke. Will it look good? They'll find out about that later.

💕

"You sure, you never done this before?" Bai He ask suspicious with Wukong's skill right now. That monkey really tell her that he never dying people hair before but the way Wukong doing staff right now say the opposite.

"Yeahhhhh.....look Im gonna come clean. I watched few video online last night of how to dye hair and tried to do it on my own clone for a bit. " Last night...... Wukong learned to do everything by only a night. Not to mention he just learned it from some video online! Bai He she shouldn't question Wukong ability but to learn something THAT quick is just insane for her.

"Of course and now you're a hairdresser" Bai said sacasticly. Yeah, she bit jealous of that ability, who wouldnt? Wukong just laugh awkwardly at her comment. He so focus on working on Bai He hair with little help from the small monkey to actually say anything as Bai He sit in bathtub.

Bai He herself dont know what Wukong is doing but she trust Wukong completely. Even if everything didnt turn out well she know Wukong would think about something to fix it. Yup, no worry at all. She let Wukong and little monkey pull her hair and wrap it with aluminium foil that Wukong summon using his hair. The smell of hair dye kinda bad and strong.

💕

They have to wait for an hours as the box said. During that time all 3 of them do is watching some random drama from Bai He's phone to kill time. The drama actually good as all of them focus on the phone and not talking at all.

"No offend Monkey King but that women kinda remind me of you" She look at Wukong and back to her phone. The little monkey nod hearing that

"What do you mean?" Wukong raise a eyebrow because that women look nothing like him and many way.

"Both have shitty taste of man" Bai He answers him fast and she can hear Wukong gasping and little monkey cover it mouth.

" ExCuUsE you, I have FINE taste of man"

"Bullshit. You dated Macaque that say everything about you!!"

"Come on! That not fair!" Wukong pout at that. They bicker a bit with Wukong try to defend his pout taste in man and little monkey siding Bai He in this bickering.

After an hour it's finally time to wash off the dye. Wukong let Bai He do it herself as he take a towel for her. Bai He watch the leftover dye going down to the tub's hole. The pink and yellow colour get mix together creating redish-orange colour. Later she that the towel Wukong give her and dry her hair off.

Bai He take deep breath as she preparing herself to look at mirror again. These past few she isnt doing well looking at mirror because she keep seeing HER. There is still cracks from where she punch the mirror. She still remember how worry Wukong is that time and everything was a mess.. Blood dripping from her fist and some stick to broken mirror. It was Wukong who help her treat the wound. But that is another story. Finally after have courage to look at mirror, Bai He eyes go wide seeing her own reflection.

"Sooooo...do you like it,kid?" Wukong ask softly while having little monkey on his shoulder. Bai He take a look at herself again at her broken mirror that she punched. The white hair stroke is now cover with pink and yellow colour. Both colour stand out from her original black hair.

"I..LOVE it!" Bai He is being honest. In her opinion, the colour was great combo and she love how it look so much. Her eyes sparkels as she see no more of white hair. Lady Bone Demon look nothing like her right now. Did Lady Bone Demon have have a sick and cool pink and yell hair stroke? No, she doesn't .

"Thank you so much, Monkey King!!" Bai He said happily as she hugs her mentor hard

"Anytime, kid" Wukong smile and hug her back. She then let go of Wukong and take out her phone fast as want she talking picture with her new hair colour and Wukong. Everything turn out fine and Bai He couldnt be more happy.

END :3

Thanks for reading! Everything about the au is under "What Still Frozen au" tag. You also can ask me anything about the au or idea for them or other things

[yeomongi]

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 — ᡣ𐭩

genre : smut / kinda angsty??

pairing : hongjoong x you

word count : idk i lost track… maybe around 1.5k-2k?

warnings : y/n is highkey schizophrenic , hj basically isn’t real, unprotected sex, oral sex (m & f receiving,) cum swallowing, creampie, fingering, mentions of pills/meds, crying, lmk if i forgot anything! no proofread sorry for mistakes

synopsis : y/n, locked in an asylum, insists they were in the studio with hongjoong, a brilliant music producer who believed in their talent. they cling to vivid memories of his touch, his encouragement, and a crumpled note he left behind, which they thought was real… but the nurses call it a delusion, and as doubt creeps in, y/n struggles to hold on to what’s real—or risk losing him forever.

notes : THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! it was from a request based off of a tiktok, and its actually so different and cool from what i’ve written before! i’m quite proud of this one, i hope everyone else enjoys it! <3 reblogs and interactions appreciated :3

“i was in the studio with him!!”

your voice cracks, raw from screaming, but you keep yelling. the nurses’ hands are firm on your arms as they drag you down the hall, your feet scraping against the floor tiles. the fluorescent lights above buzz incessantly, and the smell of disinfectant stings your nose.

“he was right there!” you cry, twisting in their grip. “we worked on the track together! i can still feel—”

the words choke in your throat as they shove you into your room. you stumble forward, catching yourself on trembling knees. the door slams shut behind you, locking you in with your memories and the padded walls.

you press your palms to the floor, cold and unyielding beneath your touch. your chest heaves, tears streaming down your face, but the ache inside you is worse.

“hongjoong,” you whisper, your voice cracking as you say his name.

his name, a lifeline in a sea of disbelief.

you curl into yourself, knees tucked to your chest, as you try to hold on to what little of him you have left. you can still feel it if you concentrate—his touch.

the memory rises unbidden, vivid as the moment it happened.

———

you were in the studio with him, and everything had felt so right. the low hum of the equipment had filled the room, punctuated by the steady beat of the track you were working on together. hongjoong sat next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. his presence was grounding, a warm anchor in the chaotic swirl of creativity.

“try this,” he’d said, leaning over to guide your hand to the control board. his fingers had brushed against yours, soft but sure, and your heart had stuttered in your chest.

“like this?” you’d asked, your voice shaky, the proximity making your skin tingle.

he shook his head with a giggle. hongjoong scooted even closer, your thigh now pressed against his.

“here, maybe this way…” he placed his hands over yours, guiding you to press the right buttons.

hongjoong must’ve heard the way your breath hitched, or the way you tensed under his touch, because he turned his head to look at you. but his gaze was different then normal. his gaze was full of lust.

you feel his fingers gently cup your face, his touch electric against your skin. the warmth of his breath tickles your lips as he leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. your hearts pound in sync, the tension between you two palpable.

his lips meet yours in a slow, tender kiss - just a brush of warmth that leaves you craving more. he pulls back, just enough to whisper against your mouth, his voice low and husky.

“can i?”

you nod, unable to speak, your body humming with anticipation. the second kiss is deeper, hungrier, his tongue grazing your lower lip before slipping inside your mouth. you gasp, the sweetness of his kiss making your knees weak.

you wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the strong line of it under your fingers. he deepens the kiss further, hands moving to cradle your head, one hand tangling into your hair. his fingers intertwine with yours, breaking the kiss momentarily, but he does not let go.

his lips trail down your jaw, nibbling at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he murmurs your name, y:n , a prayer or a promise, it's hard to tell.

returning to your mouth, the kiss becomes frantic now, all-consuming. you can feel his heart pounding in time with your own, his body pressed flush against you, hands roaming freely.

you bite down gently on his bottom lip, a bold move that makes him groan. he smiles into the kiss, the sound sending a thrill through you, spurring you on.

hands fidgeting with each other's clothing, seeking closer contact, sealing your bodies together in this intimate dance. his hands span your back, holding you close as the kiss continues its fiery rhythm.

your fingers tangling in his hair as he kisses a scorching path down your neck, over your chest, until he reaches the throbbing pulse between your legs. he looks up at you, eyes burning with desire, before gently spreading your legs wider.

you nod, granting him permission to unravel you. his fingers dance across your thighs, feather-light touches that have you arching into him. he traces the outline of your underwear, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric, before hooking his fingers beneath it.

the anticipation is almost unbearable as he slowly removes your last layer of clothing, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze. he leans in, breath hot against your slick folds, inhaling your scent deeply.

your back arches as his tongue finally makes contact, lapping at your entrance before swirling around your clit. the pleasure is exquisite, overwhelming. he builds a steady rhythm, alternating between long lingering strokes and quick flicks that keep you right on the edge.

his strong arms wrap around your legs, pulling you even closer to his mouth. two fingers slide inside you, pumping in tandem with his tongue's ministrations. a chorus of moans fills the room, yours mixing with his satisfied groans.

each stroke of his velvety tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure crashing through you. he finds that spot within you that makes your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him not to stop.

the tension within you coils tighter, every nerve singing with ecstasy. he senses your impending release, doubling his efforts as you start to tremble. your climax hits hard, wave after wave washing over you. you cry out his name as your body convulses, every muscle clenching around his fingers.

he doesn't cease until the last aftershock subsides, slowly easing you down from your peak.

once you come down from your high, you become acutely aware of the swollen length straining against Hongjoong's pants. your gaze locks with his, desire still smoldering brightly. without a word, you begin to unfasten his belt, yearning to return the intense pleasure he just gave you.

he lifts his hips to aid you, freeing his cock from the confines of his clothes. the sight alone makes your mouth water. you grasp it firmly, feeling its weight, the velvety skin sliding over the hard shaft. before starting, you gaze up at him, a silent question in your eyes, which he answers with a nod and a whispered 'please.'

a shiver runs through you as you take him into your mouth for the first time. you explore his length with your tongue, tasting the saltiness mixed with musky arousal. your lips glide up and down, picking up rhythm as you grow more confident. above you, Hongjoong moans, fingers twisting in your hair, encouraging you deeper.

you take him all the way to the base, nose pressed against his groin, feeling him hit the back of your throat. it's intense, but the sounds he makes spur you on. you suck hard while stroking what your mouth can't reach, your hands in perfect harmony.

pre-cum trickles onto your tongue, its bittersweet flavor urging you onward. Hongjoong's breathing grows ragged, hips rocking into the wet heat of your mouth as the tension builds. you know he's close, and the thought of tasting him send a thrill through you.

with a few final expert bobs of your head, he cries out your name, his cock erupting. hot jets of cum coat your throat, some slipping past your lips, only adding to the intoxicating mix you swallow greedily. every pulse from him sends shivers down your spine, prolonging the intense sensation.

once spent, he gently slips from your mouth, helping you up onto shaky legs. his fingertips trace your swollen lips, his gaze full of admiration.

the heady rush of what you've just shared leaves you craving more. a new kind of urgency has taken hold as Hongjoong positions you before the studio desk, bending you over it. you feel exposed, vulnerable, yet a thrill courses through you at his silent command.

steadying yourself on your elbows, you lift your hips, inviting him home. he wastes no time, fingers gripping your thighs as he teases your entrance with his tip. your breath catches, anticipating the feel of him inside you.

with one powerful thrust, he fills you completely, drawing a sharp moan from your parted lips. he sets a demanding pace, pulling back only to plunge in deep once more, eliciting waves of pleasure that build within you anew.

your nails dig into the desk edge, anchoring yourself as he drives into you - hard and relentless. Hongjoong hits that sweet spot inside you over and over again, sending stars dancing behind your closed eyes. his grunts mingle with your cries, the primal sounds igniting your arousal higher.

"you feel so fucking good, y/n," he growls, leaning over you, his pace never faltering as he pounds you from behind. you push back in sync, meeting each forceful snap of his hips, hungry for every inch.

the desk creaks beneath you, echoing the rhythm of your bodies colliding. his hands leave your thighs to caress your body - your breasts, your waist - claiming every part of you. Your moans rise louder, breathless pleas for more.

he angles himself differently, brushing against your g-spot with each thrust. your orgasm builds like an unstoppable tidal wave, white-hot and all-consuming. your inner walls start to flutter around his thick length, telling signs of your impending climax.

"cum for me, Y/N," he commands, voice thick with desire. that single instruction sends you spiraling over the edge. you cry out his name as you come undone, pussy clenching down hard on his cock.

the feeling of you pulsating around him triggers his own release, his hot seed shooting deep inside of your used cunt, groaning loudly as he did so.

he pulled out, biting his lip in awe as he watched his seed leak out from your hole. he grabbed a tissue and cleaned you up, then pulled you to sit on his lap while he finished up some more work he had to do.

occasionally, he’d let you help him with something. perhaps finding the right beat, or adding in background vocals into a song.

“don’t stop,” he’d said, his voice soft, eyes searching yours. “you’re talented, y/n. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

you’d swallowed hard, the sincerity in his gaze overwhelming. “thank you,” you’d whispered.

then, before you could say anything else, he’d pulled you into a hug. his arms had wrapped around you, firm but tender, and you’d felt the solid warmth of him seep into you. he smelled faintly of cologne and coffee, and the way his hands had rested against your back made you feel safe.

“you’ve got this,” he’d murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “don’t forget.”

———

and with that the memory ended. you clutch at your chest now, the ghost of his touch still lingering on your skin. the warmth of his hug feels so real, so tangible, even as you sit in the cold, empty room.

“it was real,” you whisper to yourself, rocking slightly. “i was there. he hugged me. we fucked. he said i was talented.”

you close your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as you try to hold on to the memory. but doubt creeps in, like it always does. what if it wasn’t real?

no. it was real.

your hand trembles as you dig into your pocket, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper you’ve kept hidden for so long. his handwriting stares back at you, messy but unmistakable.

“keep creating, y/n. the world needs your sound. - hongjoong”

your breath hitches as you read it again, for what must be the thousandth time. it’s proof, isn’t it?

“he’s real,” you whisper, clutching the paper to your chest. “he’s real, and he’ll come for me. he promised.”

the sound of the lock turning startles you, and you scramble to your feet before the door creaks open. part of you hoped it was hongjoong. but a nurse steps inside, a tray of pills in her hand.

“y/n,” she says, her voice calm but detached. “time for your medication.”

you shake your head, backing away from her. “no. i don’t need them.”

“y/n,” she says again, her tone firmer now. “this will help you. you’re confused. hongjoong isn’t real.”

“don’t say that!” you snap, your voice breaking. “he is real, and i have proof! look at this note he wrote me—“

but as you scramble to show her the note that was in your hands, you realize it’s gone. you frantically search around, checking all your pockets and the floor around you.

“no, no…” you whisper frantically, voice shaking. the realization hits you, as you fall to your knees and bury your face in your hands.

maybe he wasn’t real. maybe you were crazy.

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Request: can you do one where she has an abusive ex boyfriend that they are aware of and he comes into the diner or something and spots her and messes with her but he basically just ends up threatening her and a few days later they are at the bar and he’s there and hurts her or something. you can figure it out from there, im sure it will be great. thank uuuu:))))

Dean and Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

A/N: I hope this is exactly what you were looking for! Please let me know if you like this or not so I know what I can work on in my next writings! Everyone’s feedback is much appreciated like so so greatly appreciated. Requests are still open. You can literally flood my inbox with them, I don’t mind and I don’t mind writing things that I’ve already written! Thank you all!!!

Warning: Abuse

It was supposed to be just another quiet stop for the Winchesters. I was looking forward to something as mundane as a diner meal. A warm meal, some decent coffee, a few minutes without the looming threat of monsters or supernatural forces. It almost felt like normal.

I had slipped out of the car first, craving the smell of greasy diner food, and found a corner booth with a good view of the door. Sam and Dean followed shortly after, sitting across from me, and for a moment, I let myself relax. I could almost forget the weight of the world. I could almost pretend that we were just a normal family, sitting together for a meal. The low murmur of the conversation around me felt almost comforting. It was nice to feel like a normal person, if only for a brief moment.

The waitress brought over the coffee pot, filling my cup with a polite smile. I offered a small smile back, grateful for the normalcy.

But then, the door to the diner opened, and with it, a chill seemed to creep into the room.

I glanced up, my blood running cold as my gaze locked onto the figure that had just walked in. He wasn’t a monster, at least not in the traditional sense. He was human—far too human—and that was the problem.

Mike.

His eyes scanned the diner, his lips curling into a cruel smirk as they landed on me. My heart slammed into my chest as a sickening wave of panic swept over me. My hands suddenly felt clammy, my palms slick against the tabletop. I tried to breathe, but it felt like the air had thickened, suffocating me.

“Everything okay?” Sam asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed my sudden stiffening.

Before I could answer, it was too late. Mike was already on his way over, his footsteps deliberately slow and deliberate, the sound of his boots clacking loudly against the tiled floor. His presence seemed to dominate the room, and the air felt suddenly too small, too tight.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I muttered under my breath, barely audible. “He can’t be here…”

Sam, not understanding the source of my fear yet, gave me a questioning look. “Who?”

But I couldn’t answer. I was already frozen, the world around me turning into a blur. My heart was pounding too loudly in my ears. I had only seen him once since I ran away from everything—since I left him behind. And now, here he was, standing right in front of me.

He didn’t even acknowledge Sam or Dean as he leaned in, his eyes gleaming with that same arrogance I remembered so well.

“Well, well,” Mike’s voice was low, laced with mockery. “If it isn’t the little runaway.” He leaned a little closer, his eyes glinting with something dark, something predatory. “Thought you could just leave, didn’t you? Thought you could just run away from me.”

My stomach dropped. Every muscle in my body tensed, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I had to get away. I had to leave—but I was trapped. Trapped in that sickening gaze, in the memories that rushed back all at once.

Dean’s voice was sharp, the protective edge in his tone clear. “Who the hell are you?”

Mike looked over at him, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. “You don’t need to worry about me, tough guy,” he sneered, his gaze flicking back to me. “I’m just an old friend of hers.” He said the word with a twisted emphasis, almost like it was a taunt. “Funny, though. Guess some people can’t escape their past, huh?”

Sam’s hand moved instinctively to his gun under the table, his brow furrowing as he studied Mike. But Mike wasn’t finished. Not yet.

“You know,” Mike continued, leaning closer to me, his voice dropping to a sickening whisper that only I could hear, “you’ll always be pathetic and weak. And them?” He gestured to Sam and Dean, who were watching him now, their expressions darkening. “They are just waiting for you to run away like I was waiting. Nobody wants you. You’re useless.”

I recoiled at the words, my breath catching in my throat. I had to force myself to speak, to fight through the panic that was clawing at my chest. “Stop, Mike. Just—just stop.”

That was all it took.

Sam’s hand flew to his gun, his posture shifting into one of full alert. Dean’s eyes were cold, murderous, as he slid out of the booth, taking a protective step forward.

“Mike?” Dean’s voice was low, filled with the kind of rage that only came from protecting family. “You’ve got about three seconds to walk out of here, or I swear to God, I’ll put you in the ground where you stand.”

But Mike didn’t move. Instead, he looked at me, his grin widening into something more cruel, more malicious. “Awww what the little pathetic baby can’t protect herself, huh?” His eyes flicked to Sam and Dean. “You’re just so useless in every aspect there ever was, huh?”

I was trembling now, the panic overwhelming me. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, Mike,” I forced through clenched teeth. My voice wavered, but there was a sharpness to it I hadn’t known I had until now. “You don’t control me anymore.”

The shift in the air was palpable. Sam had his hand on the gun now, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Dean’s jaw was tight, his whole body tense with barely contained fury.

“You need to leave, Mike,” Dean growled, his voice like gravel. “You’re fucking done.”

Mike’s eyes flicked between Sam and Dean, his grin faltering slightly, but his posture didn’t change.

“You’re just the same screwed up girl from before.”

Your breath caught in your throat. That was the line that broke you. The same girl. The girl he had torn apart for so many years. The girl who had thought she was worthless because of him.

The words stung in a way that you hadn’t expected. And that fear, that same suffocating dread from your past, began to creep in. You felt your knees weaken.

Dean’s voice was a low growl. “Back the hell off right now or I’ll beat the shit out of you right here.” His posture was threatening, and you saw the way his hands were ready at his sides.

Mike smirked, taking a final look at you. “You can hide behind these two all you want, but you’ll always be that same scared little girl. I’ll show you soon. I’ll remind them of who I really am. I’ll remind you.” Dean yanked him by his shirt and held him in a tight grip. I stepped back instinctively, my mind reeling as his words cut through me, dredging up memories I had worked so hard to forget. Mike had been my first love—my first mistake—and he had torn me apart. I’d run from him years ago, thinking I could leave it behind, but now here he was, reopening every scar, every bruise.

But this time was different.

Sam’s voice cut through the tension, sharp as a blade, his hand reaching for his gun, his voice unwavering. “I think you should leave before this becomes a bigger problem than you’re willing to deal with.”

Mike finally hesitated. His grin had completely faltered, his eyes flicking nervously to Sam’s hand on his gun and to Dean’s grip on him. But then he straightened, pulling himself together with a sneer.

“Fine,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “But don’t think you’re done with me. None of you are.”

With that, Dean practically pushed him towards the diner’s exit. He stumbled towards the exit, his boots pounding on the tile as the door slammed shut behind him.

The tension in the room didn't dissipate until the door clicked shut, and the bell chimed again. Sam and Dean both stood in protective stances, eyes still locked on the door as if he might turn back at any moment. leaving us all tense and shaken.

Finally, Dean turned to you, his face softening slightly as he crossed back to your side. “You okay?” He asked gently. His voice was quiet, calming, but I could still hear the edge of anger beneath it, the protective instinct roaring through him. Sam turned to me, his eyes also softening with worry. You nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. The terror still gripped you. You were safe for now, but that didn’t undo what Mike had done to you in the past. The words still echoed in your head, the cruelty of his tone burning through your thoughts.

“Sweetheart…” Sam trailed off with so much softness in his voice. His eyes were so gentle as he looked down at you, trying to read your body language.

I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the cold, nauseating feeling his presence had left behind. I nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just... just a little nervous now.”

Dean’s eyes were still hard, but he was quick to reassure me. “He will never, ever touch you again. I promise you that, kid.”

Sam gently touched my shoulder, “we have your back. Always.”

And for the first time in years, I allowed myself to believe that I was no longer his.

The peace didn’t last for long though. It was supposed to be an uneventful stop—a break before we hit the road and got out of this God forsaken town. I needed a moment, a chance to breathe. Dean and Sam had been talking about a hunt tomorrow, so they disappeared into the back of the bar, probably discussing plans, leaving me behind for a drink and some quiet.

The low hum of the jukebox, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of casual conversations had a calming effect on me. I slid into a corner booth, tucked away, hoping for a rare moment of peace.

But peace is fleeting.

A shadow crossed the door, and my heart dropped into my stomach. The familiar figure of Mike, tall, broad-shouldered, with that smug, unrepentant grin, entered the bar.

Time seemed to stop. I didn’t want him here. I didn’t want to face him again. Not after everything.

I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my chest, but my hands trembled as I gripped my glass. I couldn’t look away from him, not when he started scanning the room with a slow, deliberate gaze. And then, his eyes met mine.

A twisted grin spread across his face, and I could feel the chill crawl up my spine. He recognized me.

"Well, well... Look who it is." His voice carried, and a sharp sense of dread flooded my chest. "I didn’t think you’d be hiding out in a place like this, of all places. And alone of all things."

I froze, my throat tightening. I wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I forced my gaze downward, trying to ignore him. I didn’t want to make a scene, but everything in my body screamed for me to run.

Then, he was there. Standing at the edge of the booth, his face too close, too familiar.

"I told you, didn’t I?" Mike’s voice lowered to a sickening whisper. "You think you could just run away from me?"

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. His words dug into me, each one like a knife, twisting memories I’d buried deep.

Mike’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a grip so tight it sent a wave of panic through me. His fingers dug into my skin, and I winced in pain. I tried to pull back, but he was stronger. His fingers tightened, and suddenly I heard a sickening pop, like something snapping in my wrist. My breath caught in my throat, a strangled cry barely escaping as the pain surged through my arm, radiating through my entire body.

"Stop..." I whimpered, barely able to speak.

"Please..."

A sick, triumphant smile stretched across his face as he looked down at me, watching my agony with amusement.

“Does that hurt, sweetheart?” he sneered, his voice cruel and mocking. “I told you, you’ll always be mine. You can’t run from me. You’ll always be weak.”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even think.

"You'll always be mine. You'll always be that scared little girl. You think they can protect you now?" He laughed bitterly. "You're still weak. You always were." The pain was unbearable. The past came rushing back in waves—memories I had worked so hard to bury.

"Please... just leave me alone," I whispered, my voice small, helpless. But the more I begged, the harder he squeezed and every nerve in my body screamed.

When he finally released me, I flinched away, holding my arm close to my chest, trying not to show how much it hurt. He stepped back, his laugh echoing in my ears like a haunting reminder of the past.

Tears stung my eyes, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. I needed to leave. I needed to be away from him.

I pushed myself up from the booth, my legs shaky as I stumbled, pain shooting through my wrist. I had to get to Sam and Dean. They were my safe place.

I spotted them near the back, talking casually, and I made my way over to them. But as soon as they saw my face, both of them stopped. They were confused, worried—something wasn’t right.

“Hey, you alright?” Dean asked, his voice laced with concern.

But I couldn’t answer. I was shaking, my breath quickening as panic filled my chest. The pain in my wrist was unbearable, but more than that, it was the fear that had me paralyzed.

I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can we go? Please. I… I’m sorry.”

Dean furrowed his brow, clearly not understanding what was going on. Sam turned to me, his face softening with worry, but I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t bring myself to say what had just happened. The words stuck in my throat.

“What’s going on?” Sam said gently, stepping forward as he tried to look me over.

But I didn’t know how to explain it. I didn’t know how to tell them that Mike—he—was here, that he’d hurt me again. The old fear wrapped around my chest, suffocating me, making it impossible to form the words.

I just wanted to go.

I looked down, clutching my wrist to my chest, desperately trying to stop the shaking. The pain in my arm was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the terror I felt in my gut. I just needed to get out.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I just want to go. Please.”

Dean's eyes narrowed. "What happened?" he demanded, his tone sharper now, full of suspicion. "What the hell's going on?"

I took a step back, wanting to run. I was shaking, terrified of what might happen if I opened my mouth.

"Please..." My voice cracked, but I barely got the words out. "I just... I just want to leave. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause a scene.”

That’s when they noticed.

Sam’s eyes darted down to my wrist, where I was holding it against my chest, as if trying to protect it from the world. His face shifted from concern to something darker.

“Did someone hurt you?” Sam’s voice was sharp, full of the protective edge that only came out when someone threatened his family. But when Sam reached for my wrist, I shrieked in pain, the sharp agony from my arm surging through me like fire. My breath caught in my throat, and I staggered back, clutching my wrist tighter against my chest.

"Whoa, hey! What's wrong?" Sam's eyes widened, his hand immediately withdrawing as if he'd been burned.

Dean's head snapped toward us, his face now set in stone, eyes filled with fury. "What the hell happened to you?"

I was shaking now, too terrified to speak. The pain was throbbing, but the fear was worse-Mike's words playing over and over in my mind, his grip still seared into my memory.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice shaking. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"What the hell happened?" Dean growled, his voice now a low, dangerous growl, the protective instinct flooding him. He stood up, scanning the room. "Who did this to you?"

I couldn't make myself say it. I couldn't say Mike's name. I couldn't admit that he was here, that he'd found me again and that I had let him hurt me.

Sam looked at me, his face full of worry. "You're not okay. You're hurt," he said, but I was too terrified to look him in the eye. "Let me see your wrist."

But I recoiled again, clutching my arm tighter against my chest, almost as if I could will the pain to stop. The world around me felt like it was closing in.

"Please, can we just go?" | begged, my voice so small, so broken. "I don't want to stay here. I'm—I'm sorry… please don’t make me stay here."

Sam's eyes softened, his brow furrowing in concern. "It's okay," he said, his voice soothing.

"We're going to get you out of here. But I need to know what happened."

"I-I can't," I whimpered, barely able to get the words out. "Please... can we go? I—I don’t want to be here anymore…please"

Dean's eyes narrowed when he noticed something-something in my expression, something in the way I was trembling. He followed my line of sight to the bar.

And then he saw him.

Mike.

His eyes narrowing when he saw him standing near the bar, still watching us with that same twisted smile.

“Son of a bitch. I’ll fucking kill him.” Dean’s voice was low and furious.

Dean's face went stone cold, his jaw tightening in fury. "You stay here," he snapped at Sam before striding toward the bar, his eyes fixed on Mike.

"This ends tonight." He growled.

Sam's attention immediately turned back to me, his eyes full of compassion but also deep concern.

"We're leaving, okay?" He whispered, his hand gently rubbing my back. "You're gonna be fine.

I've got you."

Sam grabbed me gently, trying to steady me as I swayed on my feet. "Hey, it’s okay. Let’s get you to the car, alright?" He guided me toward the door, his hand steady on my back, trying to shield me from anything else that might set me off.

I was shaking so hard now that I could barely walk. Every step felt like my whole body was falling apart. Sam helped me out into the parking lot, his arm around me for support, but my head was spinning.

“I’m right here, okay? You’re safe,” Sam murmured, guiding me to the Impala. He opened the door, helping me inside and then taking a seat beside me, his arm around my shoulders.

I still couldn’t stop shaking. The pain in my wrist throbbed, but it was the fear, the memories Mike brought with him, that really tore me apart. I curled into myself, pressing my face into my knees, trying to block out the world.

“Sam,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of the terror still coursing through me. “I—I can’t take it.” I could feel the tremors in my body, my hands trembling violently as the memories of Mike’s cruel grip and mocking smile surged back, unrelenting.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Sam whispered, his voice a low, soothing balm against my panic. He pulled me into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me like a shield, his warmth grounding me. “He won’t hurt you again. I promise. We won’t let him.”

But the images of Mike—the way he’d grinned as he hurt me—flashed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. His mocking laugh. His fingers digging into my wrist, squeezing until I thought it might break.

“Sam,” I whimpered again, my voice breaking under the strain of the terror that still gripped me.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m right here,” he said, his words steady but filled with an emotion I couldn’t place. I could feel him, tense and alert, but trying so hard to stay calm for me. He rubbed my back, his hand a steadying pressure, as if to remind me that I wasn’t alone in this.

“No… Sam. He—he—” I choked, unable to finish the sentence, unable to find the words that could make sense of what Mike had done to me.

“You’re okay, bug,” Sam whispered urgently, his voice soft yet insistent. “You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you anymore. I’ve got you.”

I could barely breathe. Every time I tried to inhale, the memory of his grip tightened around my chest. “He… he was mocking me,” I finally managed to get out, my voice trembling. “He wouldn’t let me go… and—he was holding my wrist so tight… so tight, Sam. I tried… I tried to pull away, but it hurt so much.” My voice cracked as the memory hit me with a wave of nausea. “I heard it pop. I—I heard it pop, Sam… and it hurt so bad… and he just smiled. He—he watched me cry out in pain, and he just… he just grinned.”

I couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked my body, the memories ripping me apart all over again. “He—he said, ‘Does that hurt, sweetheart?’ With…with a sick smile… mocking me, Sam. Mocking me.” My breath caught, and the words felt like they were tearing me apart as I said them aloud. “He was enjoying me suffering.”

Tears slipped down my face as the weight of it all threatened to drown me. “I—I was so scared. I couldn’t get away… I couldn’t escape him.”

Sam’s breath caught in his throat. The tension in the air thickened as Sam's eyes softened with every word you spoke, his heart breaking for you. He was furious, sick to his stomach at the thought of what you’d just endured. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, but his hands were gentle as he held me, pulling me closer to him. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” His voice cracked, but he didn’t let go of me, didn’t loosen his grip. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as though he could somehow shield you from the world’s cruelty. He ran his hand gently over your hair, the soothing motion an attempt to calm you, even as his own anger simmered beneath the surface. His chest ached for you, and he could barely comprehend the reality of what you’d been through. His usually calm demeanor was shattered by the raw vulnerability in your voice, by the pain that was still evident in your body language.

"You’re safe now," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”

You clung to him, your sobs shaking your whole frame. The words, the images of what Mike had done to you, kept replaying in your mind, and you couldn’t escape the fear that still gripped you. “I—I couldn’t get away,” you gasped between sobs, your breath hitching in your chest. “I tried, Sam. I tried so hard, but he—he wouldn’t let me go.”

Sam’s grip on you tightened as he inhaled deeply, the pit of his stomach sinking at the sound of your broken voice. “He hurt you... he hurt you, and you couldn’t get away,” he said, more to himself than to you, the words leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

He could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him, fury at the way Mike had tormented you, at the way he’d tried to take control of your life again. The protective instinct in Sam had always been strong, but now it was on fire. He wanted to destroy Mike, to make sure he could never hurt you again.

“You’re so strong, you know that? So strong.” Sam whispered softly, trying to soothe you, even as the guilt gnawed at him. He wasn’t there when you needed him the most. He wasn’t there when you were so scared and alone, and it tore him apart. “You got out and he will never get near you again.”

You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking through his shirt. “I just want to go home, Sam,” you whispered, your voice small, barely audible.

“I know, I know.” Sam’s voice broke slightly, and he pulled you even closer, the act of comfort nearly suffocating but necessary. “We’re going home, I promise. You’re safe.”

Sam gently cupped your face in his hands, pulling your head back so he could look into your eyes. His gaze was unwavering, filled with compassion and a fierce protectiveness that only grew stronger. "Listen to me, okay?" he said, his voice firm but still so full of love. “You’re safe. I’m here, and Dean’s taking care of it. You’ll never be alone again, okay? Not for a second. We’re going to take care of you.”

You nodded, tears still streaming down your face, but there was a sense of relief. In Sam’s arms, you felt like you were finally breathing again, the suffocating fear slowly easing just a little. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could be okay.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you whispered again, feeling the guilt start to creep in. “I didn’t want to—"

“Hey,” Sam interrupted gently, his voice firm yet gentle, “You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong. You hear me?”

You blinked up at him, still trembling, but a small flicker of hope began to emerge. “I just…I just want to forget it all.”

“I know you do,” Sam said softly.

Just then, the driver’s door of the Impala swung open with a force that rattled the frame, and Dean stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury. The sight of you, still trembling, tears streaking down your face, seemed to momentarily soften the storm inside him, but the determined, protective look in his eyes was unmistakable. His jaw clenched tight, his fist white-knuckling the steering wheel, as he slammed the door behind him with a sharp thud.

“I took care of it,” Dean’s voice was low, gritty, strained with barely contained rage. His words held the weight of someone who’d just been to hell and back. “There’s a good chance he won’t even remember you when he wakes up.”

Sam’s eyes flicked to Dean’s knuckles, bloodied and raw, and the air in the car grew thick with the unspoken history of everything that had just transpired. “Holy shit, Dean,” Sam muttered, his voice a mixture of concern and disbelief.

Dean met Sam’s gaze, his expression cold and hard, a line of fury still drawn across his face. “I’m done letting him think he can still keep dragging her through hell. He got what was coming to him,” Dean growled, the last words leaving his mouth like a threat, but also as a promise to you.

Sam nodded, the corners of his lips curling slightly, the relief in his eyes undeniable. “Good.” His voice softened as he turned to you, the weight of the situation settling into his chest. “We’ve got your back. Always.”

Dean’s eyes flicked toward you for a brief moment, his face hardening again, but there was something softer in his gaze now—something tender, protective. He turned his attention to the rearview mirror, his posture tense, as though the rage still burned deep in his chest, refusing to fully dissipate. "He’s never getting near you again, kid," Dean said, his voice gravelly, but with a deadly certainty that made it clear he would move mountains to keep you safe.

And in that moment, for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it. You believed they’d keep their promise. Mike wouldn’t touch you again. Not ever. The weight of that truth settled in your heart, the fear that had clung to you for so long slowly beginning to unravel. It was over. You were free. And with your brothers by your side, you finally felt like you could breathe again.

[jinxsleftmiddlefinger]

timebomb highschool au

(part 3)

(pt1) (pt2) (pt4) (read on ao3)

description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context

warnings: none

Jinx knew agreeing to meet up with Vi wouldn’t end well, but she has never claimed to have good self control. After all these years, she’s just…curious.

Which is why she agrees to meet Vi at the mall. And ‘talk’, whatever that entails.

Sevika drops her off. She doesn’t really want Silco to know, not yet. She doesn’t think he’d be mad, it’d just be weird. And even though Sevika grumbles about Jinx and having to drive her places, she knows that she won’t tell Silco unless it’s necessary.

Deep breaths didn’t help prepare her to see her sister again. She doesn’t know how to feel.

She missed Vi, but she felt betrayed by her. She can never truly forgive her for turning on her after Vander’s death.

She doesn’t care about me anymore. She has Caitlyn. Jinx closes her eyes and walks towards the food court, looking for a splash of pink hair. 

And there she is. Same short haircut, same pink hair. Vi has the same face, but she doesn’t wear the same expression.

She grew up.

Jinx approaches the table slowly, her fingernails digging into her palm. After all these years, and then bam, Vi is just right there. Her sister is back.

“Hi.” Jinx stops in front of Vi’s chair. 

Hi?! Seriously, that’s all you could think to say!? Mentally, Jinx is hitting herself over the head.

Vi looks up, startled. “Pow-“ She cuts herself off, remembering being informed of her little sisters new name. “Jinx. Hi.”

Her flinch is visible when she says her sisters new name, inspired by her very own words.

Vi wraps her arms around her. For a second, Jinx is startled. She hasn’t been hugged like this in a while.

Vi smiles over her shoulder when Jinx wraps her arms around her slowly and relaxes into the hug.

Don’t cry. Don’t be weak. Jinx tells herself.

But even when she tries to seem tough, deep down, Jinx is just a little girl abandoned by her big sister.

She’s just a girl who misses her big sister.

“I’m so sorry,” Vi murmurs, pulling back from the hug. “I left…I wasn’t here for you, Jinx. I’ll never forgive myself for that. But, I realize now how awful a mistake that was, and I promise, I’m here now.”

Jinx stares at her sister for a moment, watching her. “Ok.” The smile at the corner of her lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Sit down,” Vi gestures to the seat across from her and sits back down into her own. “Do you, uh, want to get food?”

Jinx picks at her blue and pink nails. “I’m ok.” She bites her lip. “Thanks.”

“So…” Vi crosses her arms. “How are you doing in school lately? And uh…stuff?”

Jinx would find Vi’s awkwardness amusing if she wasn’t acting the exact same way.

Jinx get’s distracted by the sight of a blue ponytail, standing near the food court McDonald’s. It wasn’t her blue, not a vibrant, noticeable one. It had more of a purple tint.

It looked the hair colour off- But, no, it couldn’t be. Jinx had only seen her in instagram posts and pictures and that one time she secretly went to Vi’s college and spotted her outside. But there’s no way she’s here.

Except, she is. When she turns around, there’s no mistaking it’s her.

“Seriously!?” Jinx exclaims, looking at her sister angrily. “You brought her here?” 

Vi’s confusion slowly dissipates from here eyes. “I- Jinx, no, listen-“

“No!?” Jinx stands up, knocking her chair back with a bang. “She’s right there! I can tell that’s your stupid girlfriend even from over here!”

“Caitlyn is nice, I swear!” Vi stands up to, hands out towards Jinx like she’s a wounded animal. “She just…wanted to support me. And meet you! Honestly, she’s-“

“She’s a Piltie! Just another prissy prep school rich girl!” Jinx crosses her arms. “Why’d you bring her, Vi?” 

She’ll never choose me, Voices echo around Jinx’s head. No matter what I do. She’d even choose a stuck up Piltover graduate over me. She loves Caitlyn more than me.

“Jinx…” Vi pleads with her to see sense.

“I shouldn’t have come,” She snorts and turns away. “It’s whatever, Vi. Go be with her.”

“Don’t say that!” They’re starting to cause a scene in the middle of the food court, and Caitlyn’s looking over at the two of them, already aware of what they’re fighting about. “You can’t make me choose between you, Jinx! That’s not fair!”

Jinx looks at the ground, thinking of what Silco told her, of what she knows. Vi abandoned her. She shouldn’t have expected her to suddenly come around. 

“Life ain’t fair, Vi.” She snorts and walks away without looking back.

Her sister watches in shock, mouth open to call out, arms wrapped around herself. She feels her girlfriend come up behind her, wrap her arms around her waist.

“It’s not your fault, Vi.” Caitlyn tells her. “She’ll come around.” 

Jinx walks aimlessly around the mall, window shopping and glaring at people. 

Stupid, stupid me. Stupid, stupid sister.

She hopes Silco will never find out about this endeavour, because it would only lead to another one of his talks. 

Well, you were right Silco. You always are. She sighs.

Jinx has Silco, and Sevika even though she would never admit, and that was enough. It had to be.

She wandered into a store to wander aimlessly in a different place. Rows of clothes, none of them particularly interesting to her, were blurry in her peripheral vision. Then, something wasn’t blurry. Well, someone.

It was him.

Jinx smirked.

“Hello!” She appeared beside him and he jumped into the air.

“What the-“ He breathed sharply. “Jeez, you scared the shit outta-“ He paused when he saw who was standing behind him.

“Hey, new boy.” She leaned against the clothes rack he was currently browsing. “Watcha doing at the mall on this fine day?”

“Shopping.” He blinked.

“Well, duh.” She laughs and shifts closer to him. “But no one ever comes to the mall just for shopping. You’re looking for something specific. Or someone. Ya meeting someone, Ekko? You got a girlfriend?” Jinx leans closer to him.

Ekko blushes, hidden by his dark skin. “Oh, um, no.” He doesn’t know if Jinx is flirting with him or if this is just another example of her unique personality.

Jinx leans back and smiles. Bothering him is almost as amusing as bothering Sevika and Silco.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, keeping his eyes on the clothes rack behind her.

“I was here looking for someone, but,” She sighs sarcastically. “Sisters, y’know? Can’t live with em, can’t stuff em back in the old baby maker.” She makes a crude motion with her fingers.

Ekko nods along like he knows what she’s on about. “Right…” 

Jinx studies her nails. “I guess not everyone’s sister is shacking it up with a Piltie, though.”

Ekko glances at her, confused. She rolls her eyes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Uh, that’s like, Zaun High 101. Piltover High is some rich high end private school, and the kids there are all little bitches, let me tell you. Zaun and Piltover High are rivals.” She makes finger gun motions, shooting at each hand. She even adds endearing little pew pew sound effects.

“I see.” Ekko laughs lightly. “Thanks for telling me.” 

“You are so welcome! Wouldn’t want you to get beat to a pulp for accidentally associating with the Pilties.” Jinx says.

“Speaking of getting beat up,” Ekko says, something coming to his mind. “This guy came up to me at school the other day…said something about staying away from you and guys beating me up?”

Jinx blinks at him with wide eyes for a few moments, and he stands there awkwardly, clearly starting to think he’s done something wrong.

“Yep!” Jinx lets out a disappointed breath like this is nothing new. “Was he about ye tall, black hair? That’s Zach. He thinks he’s my ex boyfriend, or like, my now boyfriend, but I was never really that into him, ya know?” She stops leaning on the clothing rack and puts her hands in her pockets. “Just ignore him.”

“Ok.” Ekko doesn’t question about this Zach guy any further. He doesn’t want to overstep with this girl he barely knows.

Jinx pulls out her phone to look at a text that buzzed against her hip. It’s from Sevika.

I’m here to pick you up. Come get in the car.

Jinx types back: Kk! be there in a sec sevvyyyy

The response comes back immediately; Do not call me that, Jinx. And hurry up.

“Well!” Jinx slips her phone back into her pocket, noticing Ekko’s eyes catching on her blue phone case with graffiti like drawings and a monkey symbol in the middle. “Gotta go! See ya at school.”

And with that, she slips away into the mall.

[enhasgoodgirl]

Keep it in your pants

Pairing: Jake x fem!reader

synopsis: Y/Ns and her older brother heeseung share an apartment as they both look for other places to stay , But heeseung has to go out of town for the week for work, Y/N dosent want to stay alone in a busy place in the city and dosent feel safe enough to stay alone for the week. Luckily heeseungs best friend jake offers Y/N to stay at his place for the time being.

warnings: smut , fluff if you squint, choking , small mention of masturbation, oral (f,m receiving) fingering , spitting lmk if i missed anything

Here you are packing your suit case to stay at your brothers best friends apartment for the week, after heeseung breaking the news he had to go out of town for work , you felt uneasy at the thought of living alone in a busy city because you know people are unpredictable these days and your only freshly moved out of home.

Heeseung understood your concern and suggested you could stay with his best friend for the time being, before heeseung could even ask Jake had already overheard the whole conversation and immediately offered to help.

And who were you to decline such offer from such a good looking and kind hearted man? You had always seen jake as a sweetheart and pretty damn good looking all through the years of knowing him through heeseung, so you felt comfortable to stay with him knowing he would keep you safe and most importantly company.

pulling your 2 singular bags out of the car your greeted with jake’s beaming smile as he puts a hand out to offer to take your bag for you, how could you resist? you smile back “thank you jake” you huff as you grab your suit case and close the trunk.

as you walk into his apartment you are stopped at the sight of how clean and nice smelling his place is “wow” you say in awe admiring his place. Finally heeseung comes inside “ sorry if it’s a burden for her to stay” he says lightly “ never , i offered for a reason it’s totally fine” jake replies back grabbing a bottle of water from his fridge.

Heeseung was very aware of how down bad and horny jake can get at times , though it’s not that he was Distrusting of jake but just a tiny bit sceptical, although he likes to think jake would know way better than to try things with his best friends sister right? he shook the thought away seeing the way you two are already laughing and giggle as he helps you move your bags into the other room.

after all helping out setting things up for you heeseung was getting ready to leave for his out of town work but yet he had one final remark for jake before he left.

“jake y’know just make sure to keep it in your pants” heeseung laughs and winks at jake before you both hear the door click shut.

Jake laughs and palms his forehead “sorry about that Y/N” his eyes gleaming at you “it’s okay” you giggle at him. “So how come you didn’t wanna stay on your own?” jake takes a seat across from you on the couch , his head cocks in curiosity. “well im only freshly moved out of home and you know how people in this city can get nowadays i just feel a bit uneasy” you say , taking a sip of a glass of water , jake nods completely understanding your situation.

You had put a movie on ‘It ends with us’ to be precise. Both enjoying the movie together in the dark, only source of light being the TV. the radiating glow of the tv shining over jake’s figure and you can’t help but admire how stunning the man really is. Your antics don’t go unnoticed to jake , a small smirk creeping up on his face “ y’know the movies over there right” he says playfully with that shit eating grin that gets you every time. “shut up” you giggle slightly , watching the way he runs his hands through his hair , he knows you think he’s good looking and now he’s gonna take advantage of it.

When the time comes for getting ready for bed Jake had decided to have a shower , and on purpose left the door slightly cracked open just enough for you to see in. You had walked past the bathroom to go and grab some water from the kitchen when you catch a glimpse of his beautifully tanned skin and toned body ever so slightly through the almost half open door, he was standing there in only a towel around his waist which was one wrong move from falling to the floor.

And you’d be lying if you didn’t say the sight alone creates a pool in your panties and leaves you with vulgar and unimaginable thoughts. Your not wearing your most impressive pair of pajamas although you had brung your sexy pair just for jokes and now your thanking yourself for it. Because if he’s gonna mess and tease you you’re doing it right back.

Retreating back to your room to rummage through your suitcase. viola! you find your silk tank pajama top with lace detailing and your matching lace cheeky cut thong that’s ever so slightly covered by the hanging of your shirt. As you make your way back to lay on the couch , as suspected Jake walks out in nothing but a towel that could fall at any moment and you’re not saying you didn’t want it too.

“those pajamas look good on you” he raises his eyebrow clearly not realising the bottoms as you had a blanket over you. He subsides to his room for a brief moment and you make your way to the kitchen reaching for a glass out of a top cupboard. Un realising that jake had come back from his room , he stood at the kitchen counter in silence looking you up and down as he noticed your lacy thong and plump ass being shown off as your shirt lifts alongside your arms. “ you need some help?” he says walking towards you as you nod , grabbing a glass for you and placing it infront of you.

As the night went on you had woke up , your phone read 1:17 am and you rubbed your eyes decided to go and fetch a glass of water , on your way to the fridge you hear soft moans and heavy breathing ‘ surely not’ you think to yourself pressing your ear against the door, sure enough you hear jake jerking off in his room. you think over your options and decide to crack the door open a little, he takes no notice to your presence, his head thrown back in pleasure and mouth slightly open as he fucks his very own hand.

“want a little help there jake?” you speak lowly slightly startling him “oh im sorry Y/N” he’s flustered yet his expression changes when you walk toward him slowly beginning to tie your hair “don’t bother tying it baby i’ll hold it for you” he winks at you as you position yourself between his thighs , he grabs all of your hair making it into a makeshift ponytail.

you take a good look at his glistening and hard dick , again you’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t massive , thick , long and veiny. you slowly sink your head down onto his length and he throws his head back in pleasure “oh fuck yeah baby” he bites his lip as you begin to suck his dick like your life depended on it, he guided your head up and down before you take him as deep as you can , your nose brushing over his abdomen and swallowing to maximise pressure “shit” he hisses out as he bucks his hips out , it’s such a filthy sight before him , saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth , tears swelling in your eyes and the sounds of you gagging but who was he to say he didn’t love it?

He pulls your head off him as you gasp for air “don’t wanna cum yet pretty” he says , grabbing you and making you lie on your back “ let me eat this pretty pussy” he whispers as he pushes your legs open and slides your panties to the side.

“shit your so wet for me? huh didn’t know you’d get so wet for your brothers friend?” he teases you admiring the sight of your glistening pussy before taking you in a lick of your folds, he makes out with your pussy entirely and flicks your clit in a way that sends you into another dimension “oh jake!” you whine out , hands going straight to his hair to pull on it as you shamelessly grind on his face “ yeah baby ride daddy’s face just like that “ he encourages as he slides in a finger making you squirm and moan out in pleasure. his tounge working absolute wonders on your pussy that had you seeing stars.

you whine and moan as his tounge flicks your clit and how his fingers are reaching the deepest parts of your pussy “ mm fuck jakey!” you moan pulling his face closer to your pussy “ oh shit ! fuck fuck fuck jake i’m gonna cum oh don’t stop!” you practically scream out. as jake quickly stops and moves back from your pussy , you whine and close your legs trying to get any type of friction as he just laughs at you “how needy” he smirks.

the way he man handles you and pulls you toward the end of the bed completely removing your panties and kicking his shorts off fully now. he rubs his pink tip across your pussy and you can’t help but shiver at the feeling, he then slowly pushes into you “good girl baby” he praises you as he watches your face twist , adjusting to his size. he wastes no time fucking into you at a pace that has you needing more “shit baby deeper fuck i want that dick so deep!” you moan out to him and he complies “yeah you want this dick all up in you?” he smirks and does rough yet deep strokes hitting all the right spots in you.

your moaning and whining gets louder and louder so loud he worries his neighbours will hear but who is he to care ? he fucks you so roughly and your cock drunk and fucked out face turns him on more , he brings a hand to your neck to choke you ever so slightly as you bite your lip and look up and him “oh daddy “ you whine to the feeling of his now slow yet deep strokes that hit your g spot every time “ tilt your head back baby” and you listen like the good girl you are. Jake holds your jaw and forges it open lightly before rightfully spitting into your mouth and you swear you almost came on the spot.

he continues to fuck the life out of you , pounding you and fucking you into the pillows a white ring of arousal forming at the base of his cock both coming closer to an orgasam “yeah baby you gonna be a good girl and cum with me?” jake grunts quickening his pace you simply nod . too fucked our and far gone to think about a reply , he knows that but as your moans get higher in pitch and your grabbing the sheets and screaming his name.

He pushes one last thrust into you before holding your hips steady and painting your insides white with his thick ropes of cum , that feeling sends you over the edge , your orgasam flushing over you as your legs shook, Jake pulled out earning a wince from the both of you and the feeling of emptiness. before grabbing a wet towel and helping the two of you clean up.

“holy shit” you exclaim laying in his bed , he chuckles at how sweaty and fucked out you looked. Jake lays down beside you pulling you into his embrace and playing with your hair as you fall asleep in each others arms .

And you both know heeseung can’t find out that he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

[dixons-sunshine]

Running Out Of Time | Vincent Bauer x Fem!Reader

Summary: With the world being in shambles, you and Bauer found solace in one another, enough so that the two of you grew closer and entered a relationship. Bauer would do anything for you. However, due to a mistake, he was at risk of losing you, something he never wanted to happen.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, talks of suffocation and death, allusions to sex (but nothing crazy).

Word count: 2.3k.

A/N: Requested by an anon. I had way too much fun writing this. I just wanna apologize in advance if there’s any inaccuracies regarding some details. I didn’t have the time to rewatch the entire movie while writing this, so I had to go based on my memory alone. Anyways, I hope y’all like this! (Italicized paragraphs showcase memories).

“How the fuck could you let that happen?! You were in charge of makin’ sure everythin’ was in order!”

“I said I was sorry! It was an accident!”

“Well, ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna bring her back if she ends up fuckin’ suffocatin’, now is it?!”

In his panicked haste, Bauer accidentally hit his side against the edge of the table. He muttered a quick pained ‘shit’, before ultimately resuming his mission of trying to find something, anything that could help out in that dire situation. Blueprints that showcased how the sleeping pods were built were strewn across the table, along with seemingly all of Bauer’s tools. He needed to find a way to fix this.

He needed to find a way to help you.

“Go see if you can find anythin’ that can help us.” When Cartwright made no haste to comply with his request, he was met with the loud banging of tools being thrown to the floor. “Are you deaf? Fuckin’ go!” Bauer roared, effectively scaring his companion into doing what he asked.

Bauer grabbed a screwdriver from the tools that were littered across the floor—although he was not sure what use he had for it—as well as one of the blueprints from the table and rushed back to your sleeping pod. He placed the paper on top of the glass, his ocean-like eyes flickering down to look at your sleeping form. You were deep in slumber, the drug that kept you asleep not having worn off yet. And if Bauer did not find a way to get you out of that pod, you were going to suffocate.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself. He looked over the prints that showed how the sleeping chambers had been built, trying to figure out how to fix the problem—the pod would not open, and he had discovered that if he attempted to open it, the air would leave the pod and you would slowly suffocate. However, if he simply left you there, you would suffocate, too.

He did not know what to do. He was at his wit’s end. His throat was constricting as he tried to right back the tears that burned his eyes. Why did it have to be you? You were the genius when it came to thing like this. Why could it not have been him in your place? You would have been able to figure out how to fix the situation. Him… He was not sure he would be able to.

Bauer closed his eyes. Unwillingly, he thought back to the moment the two of you had made it official. Well, as official as two people could make it when you were stuck underground with only one other person who would know about your relationship.

You giggled as Bauer pressed kisses to your flushed skin, his arms encircling your waist. “Vince…” you trailed off, leaning your head back against his chest.

He repeated your name in a similar fashion, his chuckles vibrating against the exposed flesh of your shoulder. “What?”

“We can’t do a round two. We already wasted enough time with round one,” you reminded him. You turned around in his embrace and gently cupped his cheek in your hands, his stubble grazing against your palm.

Bauer turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to your wrist, his hands falling down to your hips to pull you closer. “We can make it quick…” he trailed off suggestively, leaning his forehead against yours and bumping your nose with his.

You laughed lightly and gently pushed him back. “Woah there, tiger. We have responsibilities.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “To hell with responsibilities. I wanna spend time with the most gorgeous woman in this place.”

“I’m the only woman in this place,” you pointed out.

“Doesn’t make you any less gorgeous,” he retorted. He wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you flush against his chest. “And now I get to call you mine.”

“Is that so?” you asked with a small smile, although you did not mind the sound of that at all.

“Yup,” Bauer confirmed with a grin. “All mine. And I’m never lettin’ you go.”

“You promise? I don’t like lying.”

“Pinky promise. I’d never lie like that.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I promise I won’t let anythin’ happen to you, either.”

Bauer’s eyes snapped open again. He forced himself not to dwell on the past. You were in trouble now, in the present. Not the past. He had made a promise to keep you safe, and by god, he was going to keep it. Even if he has to figure out a way to break the glass to your chamber and let you use his pod instead. He would offer up his life for your’s in a heartbeat.

“What do I do, Darlin’?” he questioned, his eyes trailing over your unconscious form. “How do I fix this?”

Naturally, all he got in response was silence. It made him even more frustrated. He had to fight against the urge to break something. He wished that some force could knock the knowledge on how to help you into his brain. He needed to know how to help in this emergency.

“For fuck’s sake!” he yelled angrily, gripping his hair as he realized that the blueprint was of no help. At that moment, the thing was merely a stupid piece of paper. It gave him absolutely no insight to how he could potentially open the pod. “Stupid piece of shit!”

“Calm down, Vince.”

Bauer lifted his head, shutting his eyes tightly. Your voice echoed in his head, anchoring him from whatever dark place he was descending to. He had to have a clear head if he wanted to be of any use.

“Calm down,” he muttered to himself, his grip on the screwdriver in his hand tightening. “Calm down. Just think. What would she do in this situation?”

Bauer lowered his head to rest against the glass of your sleeping pod, both as a way to force himself to focus and as a way to bring him some closure. You were still there. You were not gone yet. And by doing that, more memories flooded his mind.

“What’re you doin’?” Bauer questioned, leaning back in his chair as he threw the ball against the wall, caught it, and repeat.

You looked up from the book in your hands and gazed into his beautiful cerulean eyes. “Reading,” you stated matter-of-factly.

Bauer rolled his eyes at your response. “No shit,” he retorted playfully, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, “but what are you readin’?”

You lifted your book for him to see. “A manual. It’s pretty interesting.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Bauer said with a chuckle, rolling his chair to be closer to you.

You scoffed and softly punched him on his arm, laughing when he overdramatized it. “You’re such a dork.” You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “It’s good that I read this. It tells us what to do in case of emergencies. If the air runs out, if we need to get certain doors to open, if there’s a problem with the pods, things like that. Now I know what to do if we ever run into these problems.”

“I stand correct. You are a nerd,” Bauer began, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “But you’re my nerd. And I’m not even gonna lie, you talkin’ to me, showin’ off how smart you are… It does things to me.”

A laugh emitted from your chest. “Is that so?”

“Damn straight.” Bauer turned your head and crashed his lips against yours for a deep kiss. The book fell from your hands in favour for you to cup his cheeks, your tongue slipping into his mouth.

“The book!”

Bauer practically shoved himself away from your pod, the screwdriver falling to the ground with a loud ‘clink’. He rushed over to the locker that held some of your things and flung it open, quickly beginning to search for the one thing that could potentially hold the answers to the problem at hand. However, despite the revelation that he could potentially find something that could help, it was not that easy to find it. It was not in the locker.

The timer on the wall was steadily counting down, precious seconds ticking by until it was time to go to sleep again. Bauer knew he had to act fast. The next place he looked was the drawer where your singular extra change of clothes were. Once again, no luck.

The man tried not to let his hope dwindle. It would not do anyone any good if he were to throw in the towel. He needed to think. Where else could you have put it?

He let his feet lead him to the trunk at the far end of the room. When he opened it, he was met with a meager select few objects. However, on closer inspection, his eyes caught the glint of a brown hardback cover.

“Yes!” Bauer exclaimed excitedly when he picked up the object and it was, indeed, the very same book he had been trying to locate.

“What? Did you find something?”

The sound of Cartwright’s voice made Bauer turn around. He quickly looked at the index at the front of the book and flipped to the page where all the information regarding the sleeping pods began. His eyes scanned through everything, and thankfully, he found exactly what he needed; a way to get you out, and without having to risk anything else.

“Read this to me,” Bauer instructed his companion, shoving the book into his hands and showing him where he needed to start reading.

He did not give Cartwright time to process what was happening. Bauer rushed over to the array of tools that were littered across the room, picking up a flathead screwdriver and rushing back over to your pod. He pressed a hand against the glass, his brows furrowed together.

“Just wait a little while longer,” he whispered so that Cartwright would not hear. “I’ll get you out. I promise.” He turned around to face the other man, a spark of determination swimming around in his ocean-like pools. “Start readin’.”

Cartwright, who cleverly sensed that it would do him no good to argue, nodded and shifted his attention to the pages of the book in his hands. “Okay. So if you look beneath the pod, there should be a little hatch-like thing. It says here that it’s not easy to open, so—”

Before Cartwright could even finish his sentence, Bauer had the hatch open. It revealed a keypad, and by pressing the bright red button, the screen flickered to life. “Now what?”

Cartwright hesitated for a moment, completely taken aback by the fact that Bauer was working at lighting speed, but he quickly shook himself from his thoughts. “Um, next you activate the keypad—”

“I already did that. C’mon, what’s after that?”

“Jesus, can you give me a chance?” Cartwright snapped, glaring at the man that was crouched in front of your chamber.

Bauer returned his glare with one just as fiery. “Can you hurry the fuck up? We wouldn’t even need to do this if you hadn’t fucked shit up in the first place!”

The man inhaled sharply. The urge to retort was strong, but he held his tongue and instead continued on. “You gotta enter a code. Ten digits.” He looked back up at Bauer and was met with an impatient look. “Okay. No need to look at me like that.”

“I’ll tell you what. We can talk all about looks after we get her outta this fuckin’ thing.”

Cartwright sighed and tried to keep his cool. “Okay. So it’s 7-6-0…”

Bauer typed those numbers out onto the keypad. “7-6-0,” he repeated to himself.

“2-1-9…”

“2-1-9.”

“8-5-7-3.”

“8-5-7-3.”

The screen flashed green, showing that the code had worked. Bauer breathed a sigh of relief. However, it was short-lived when he noticed that the pod was not opening, and you were still in a deep slumber.

“It didn’t work,” Bauer muttered to himself, before raising his voice in panic. “It didn’t work. Why didn’t it work?!”

Cartwright was flipping through the pages hastily. “I don’t know! That should have worked!”

“Well, clearly it didn’t!” Bauer exclaimed, raising from the ground and stalking over to Cartwright to grab the book. “You must have missed somethin’!”

“I didn’t miss anything!”

“You—”

Their argument got cut short. Behind them, the pod hissed as the air left it, an all too familiar sign that it was going to open. Bauer dropped the book on the ground and rushed forward. He peered over the pod like he had done many times before when he had waited for you to wake up, although this time, instead of waiting for you with his signature playful smirk, a worried frown was in its place instead.

The seconds that passed felt like an eternity. However, when your eyes opened and you gasped for air, Bauer could feel the relief wash over him like tidal waves. The door that held you from his reach opened way too slowly for his liking. When it finally did, though, he brought you into his arms, holding you tightly against him.

“Vince?” you asked hoarsely, utterly confused by the way he was acting. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Bauer shook his head and pressed his lips against your head, fighting against the lump that formed in his throat. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

You frowned. “Of course I am.” You slowly turned yourself around in his arms, gazing into his eyes. “What’s going on?”

Bauer simply sent you a strained smile. “Let’s get you up and going first. Then I’ll fill you in, okay?” When you made no move to agree, Bauer cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I promise.”

You slowly nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

[swaps55]

I wrote! Is it for Mezzo? No. It's for the ME3 story, but it's important, and leads into something that's been replaying itself in my head for probably two years now, heh.

Sam and Kaidan, welcome to the geth dreadnought.

~

The ship bucks again under another salvo, metal alloys groaning in slow, dying protest. Artificial gravity gives way while Kaidan is mid-stride. His stomach does a somersault, limb flailing as his armored boot fails to hit the deckplates, momentum sending him careening. Behind him, Shepard swears. Kaidan reaches for a steel support to catch himself - close enough, I can reach it - but a still-functioning geth unit opens fire. Three rounds from a pulse rifle glance off his shields, the kinetic energy altering his trajectory just enough his fingers brush nothing but air. Somewhere behind him a pistol fires – Shepard – and the pulse rifle falls silent.

His heartbeat ratchets up as he clears the catwalk and floats into the cavernous maw of the docking bay, an easy target with nowhere to go.

Tali calls from below him, where she’d managed to grab the same support Kaidan had missed. She snags him by the foot, stopping his motion with a jerk before slinging him up towards the commandeered fighter. He collides with the wing, grunting, but manages to slip along it to the open hatch and climb inside. Tali pushes off behind him, aimed right for his outstretched hand. He grabs her tight and pulls her inside, then sticks his head back out.  

“Shepard!”

Frantically, he scans the cargo bay until he spots the ride and white armor stripe. Shepard clings to a piece of debris on the level below with both arms.

The ship shudders again. Hard. Just like the Normandy in her death throes.

We don’t have much time.

“Shepard,” Kaidan calls out again. “Here!”

Shepard glances up, and for several beats refuses to move. But then he takes a deep breath and kicks off from his perch, straight as an arrow right to Kaidan.

Just as Kaidan grabs his hand, the flash of a geth headlight silhouettes Shepard’s body in an eerie glow. Another geth unit – or the same one – seizes its opportunity and grabs hold of Shepard’s leg. Metal fingers clamp down hard on the armor plating and squeeze. A red flag pings in Kaidan’s medical HUD as Shepard cries out in pain. Suit breach – decompression imminent.

Copper burns the back of Kaidan’s throat. The geth’s momentum yanks Shepard hard to the left, nearly wrenching him out of Kaidan’s grasp. The actuators in his gauntlets whir as he puts every spare ounce of suit power he has into not letting go. Shepard flails, trying to shake the geth loose, but it just digs its fingers deeper into the fractured armor plating.

Shepard’s faceplate fogs, his heart rate shooting into the stratosphere.

“Shepard,” Kaidan cries, fighting with everything he has to hold onto that hand. “Need you to hold…still.”

But Shepard doesn’t even hear him, fighting like a wounded animal to shake loose of the geth.

“Shepard.”

This time Shepard looks up at him, eyes wide and white under the thin layer of condensation clinging to the inside of his faceplate.

“I’ve got you. Trust me.”

One heartbeat. Two. Three.

Shepard resistance goes slack, leaving him strung helplessly between Kaidan and the geth unit.  

Without the eezo-generated gravity, the gravity well feels oily and slippery, but Kaidan digs deep into it. His corona shines as he densifies a field in the palm of his open hand, and sucks in a breath.  

Don’t. Move.  

He slams the field home into the geth’s carapace, missing Shepard by millimeters. For a terrible moment the force of the blow almost tears Shepard from his grasp, but the geth bleats and lets go, spinning head over feet. Kaidan gasps and reels Shepard in, wrapping his other arm around Shepard’s waist. Tali does the rest, yanking them both inside and sealing the airlock.

“Legion, go, go, we’re secure! Go!”   

[ethereal555]

LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE!

Boxing Day.

1:11am

'Love, I’m knackered', he wearily laughs as he halts my hips from gyrating on his crotch, with his sweaty hands. The contact of his hands on my hips alone only adding to the inferno of lust burning internally.

I look at him, as small pout plastered on my face, oh how fucked out he looks,I think to myself.

'why are you lying like i can't feel how hard you are?', I swiftly lean to down to suck on his lips, my vision blurry with pure lust

'obviously, but we've been at it for half an hour baby and, we’re being too loud Jude just texted me an eggplant emoji', he chuckles.

'can't help it i'm so fucking turned on by you, and all the presents you got me, and how handsome you are and how good you fuck me. But i promise I'll be quiet. Just one more time okay?' I whine seductively into his right ear pulling on his earlobe with my teeth.

He groans, his low eyes following my every movement - contemplating- until his gaze drops down to my naked breasts both perky and erect. Defeated; he leans up on his elbows to peck me, one peck, two pecks, wrapping his hands firmly around my throat like i taught him. You slowly start back grinding, slightly lifting yourself up, in an attmept to discreetly peel the covers from his crotch area.

He groans pulling his wet lips away from yours.

' We really cant...you know how my mum gets, y-you know the respect thing. my dad's different- but you're drunk and sensitive and loud.'

You roll off of his lap now, laying face down on the bed. Pouting

'How about I hump the pillow instead, I bet it'll have *hiccup* more stamina than you.'

He strokes your back, “You're right. Go to bed freaky girl”, after 3 years he knew how to deal with you when you got like that.

Whilst running his hands through my silk pressed hair a couple of times he bids me a 'good night' followed by a kiss on the head. You turn to face so he could see how dissapointed you felt.

15 minutes pass----

You admire his face in the dimly light room. The security light from the garden outside highlights his nose, and those eyebrows - fucking hell - you thought. As much as you loved his family, they were a hindrance.

You could tell he wasn't asleep as he eyes were quite active beneath his lids.

“Can we spoon jobey?” you whisper against his lips.

“Mhm. Turn around.”

You situate your body comfortably, plastering yourself against your big spoon. Your signautre sleeping formation with his muscular, veiny arms underneath your head and his left arms circled round your waist.

Your plump unclothed bottom against his manhood, a feeling that made the millions of microhairs on your body dance.

As he stills, it dawns upon me that this man may actually sleep and then I’ll be desperate and horny - not on Christmas, no way.

His right palm dangles freely infront of my face, I subtly rub my nose side to side along the width of his palm like a curious dog to a bone.

Your lips slightly parted, your warm breathe caressing his fingers, first.

You boldly take the entirety index finger into your mouth tightening your plump lips around it, sucking it. Those fingers had been up you less that an hour ago so you knew where they had been - there was nothing inhibting my full force of sucking.

Your body vibrates as you're boyfriend, after putting on a show for me, just chuckled.

(Internally ) What the fuck is funny????? ummm... nothing. When he's drunk you always lay down the kitty but he's being shy because of what... Jude? Thee slut himself. Like Jude hasn't heard us plenty of times. Like we haven't heard many of Judes sexcapades.

You weren't sleeping tonight until you got something, anything. You got all your presents from Santa today which you were grateful for, but you were in dire need for the most important one.

He humourously rubs my face with his fingers. When he stills his hand, I catch his index and middle finger in my mouth sucking harder, salivating on them. I reach around my waist to grab his left hand giding his fingers through my dripping folds and down to my puslating opening.

'You feel how much I need you, please J', you choke out with anticipation.

He continues rubbing my folds on his own accord, his breathing heavy and audible.

“You’re crazy when you’re drunk you know that' he mutters.

' And you're so damn frigid when you're sober' you muffled back.

He uses the energy of my vim to shove his two fingers further into my mouth, causing me to gag. My pussy jumps. A groan roars from my mouth as this feeling is intensfied with his fingers pressing teasingly into me. He keeps them there, just on the verge of entering.

I'm desperately start humping his hand now, bucking my hips so that his fingers glide in by force.

Both our hands were drenched with the token of my neediness.

'Don't talk like that okay?' he gruffs into my ear. I nod not being able to speak with the fear I may vomit. He takes his soaked fingers - that were pressing at the back of my throat- out of my mouth. My chin dripping with my saliva.

' Do it, come on, stop being like that' i whisper breathily looking over my shoulder.

'Do what ?' he smugly questions as if his hands havent been playing in my pussy the entire time, pulling, pinching, flicking. He acts as if hes clueless.

'Do this?' he swiftly enters me with his fingers, digging into me. I can't help by cry in relief and satisfaction. The strokes begin cursive at first until he start to pump faster and deeper being fuelled by my sounds. I feel my juicues leeking down my legs driving me over the edge. I grab onto his wrist, firmly, so I could grind hard onto his fingers. Like I deserved to.

I whimper feeling myself getting closer.

He raises and moves to situates himself face to face with my sex. His nose skims my bean at first causing me to gasp.

'Wider' he beckons to my thighs. I spread them in the butterfly position. My stomach churning at how exposed I was in this position. My boyfriend reaches forward to kiss me, his fisted arms either side of my head, them he moves back down and leans in to french kiss my clit. I bite my lip hard not wanting to wake his family up.

My eyes roll back, as i hear, feel and see him sloppily sucking on my clit. With passion might i add. The feeling put me in daze, my thights quivering. In no time his fingers hit THE spot and i could swear i was seeing stars on the ceiling.

'uuuggggcc jj-obe' I pornographically moan. My now overly sensitive vagina starts to clench around his fingers. Ireach down from my nipples attempting to pull his head back away from me. But he continues slurping.

The knot in my stomach only intesnfied and i breathe in waiting for this intense wave to flow out of me. He curls his fingers so more causing my back to arch off of the bed.

You feel tears drip from your eyes, you sob, overwhelmed. Your stomach tense. Speaking wasnt happening for me.

'much - tooo much' i force out

He looks up at me from between my dead legs, like a sex drunk demon, the tip of his nose, his lips and chin - glazed with my wetness dripping. He smiles flashing his pearly whites at the state of me.

'its too much?' he softly asks

you nod, drained.

he looks down at the mess that was my pussy, and the bed. staring at her for some time, he flirtatiously looks back at me.

It made me self conscious when he 'admired her' as he liked to call it, but my legs and mind were too weak to protest or close my legs.

'so you dont wanna cum after keeping me up all night baby'.

you shake your head, sheepishly.

He gets up from the bed and your eyes widen, seeing his junior standing up at full attention.

'o-oh im sorry baby, si- sit back down weee, um, can keep going if you want, ok?, come here' you pleaded guilty.

'its okay go to bed darling, ill take care of it - in there'.

he waddles of into the ensuite bathroom, and boom.

you're asleep

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im so zooted writing this.