#dean x jordan

[flowerringfangirlss09]

Have these images of Elphaba and Fiyero kissing during ALAYM

I put these in complete random order not preference.

[slasherscream]

i would love to know which of the crazy ass boys gang would indulge a partner who watches reality tv? whose getting just as invested and angry and who is standing to the side saying it’s dumb and fake? (i know it’s kevin)

❥ who grins and bares it so they can bond with you ❥

Billy Loomis - This is just a bonding activity for Billy. It’s not awful. Nor is it the most fun thing in the world. It’s just one of those tiny moments that relationships are built off. The small bids for connection that build intimacy. You don’t bitch when he wants to watch Psycho for the sixth time in two months. He doesn’t bitch when you turn on trashy TV. He pulls you close, so that you’re sitting in his lap, or laid up against him, and pays enough attention to ask you the odd question or two to clarify what’s going on if he gets lost. What do you mean they switch couples?? When did they start doing that? Last week… oh I bet Luca was pissed. 

David Mccall - David is obnoxious because he pretends to be the type who is upset when you watch without him. He’ll come home, glance at the TV and gasp dramatically: Baby! Why are you watching our show without me?! How far along are you? You watched an entire episode? You know better than that, baby! You gotta rewind it, hold on, I’ll order us some pizza. Can’t believe you’d watch behind my back! This is a ridiculous pantomime that you may or may not pick up on. Mileage varies as always. David couldn’t care less about the reality TV shows you watch. But he likes the way you giggle as you rewind it for him. Or the way you light up when you’re discussing it with him. You used to spend way too much time talking with your friends about this stupid crap. Now you talk to him. Who gives a shit about whatever mindless little thing you’re watching. What David enjoys is your undivided attention. 

Jason Dean/JD - JD also sees this as a bonding activity and bid for connection… However, JD is a born hater. He bonds by talking shit. He’s not necessarily trying to be a bummer about the things you enjoy. He’s just a certified yapper when it comes to shit-talking. If he thinks something is stupid he just can’t sit in silence. This is his most underdeveloped life skill. He’s got ten minutes of quiet in him max. If he does manage to bite his tongue his face gives him away anyways. So what was the point? Will say something pretentious like: “Why are we watching people play out a badly scripted version of their lives through a screen when we could be out living ours, right now? Let’s hop on my bike and just ride, darling! Live a little!” Sir, I just worked an eight hour shift. I need to see someone who doesn’t deserve a rose get sent home in tears. Read the room. Get a grip. 

❥ who is pissed off/devastated when you watch it without them ❥

Sebastian Valmont - What can he say? Sebastian likes to watch people experience psychological torment. He’s trying to turn on the first seasons of “America’s Next Top Model" and watch a girl get sent home in tears after the judges convinced her to shave her head bald to look more fierce.This is the type of quality reality TV that makes Sebastian laugh. Watching people go through their darkest moments in front of a camera that highlights the creases in their cheap makeup is how he likes to spend the occasional date night. You had to put him onto reality tv shows, but now he’s hooked. He probably watches more reality TV than you do. If we’re being honest. You think this might be how he gets to still live out his glory days of being an unrepentant asshole. Sometimes he sighs a little too wistfully when someone is being a monster. 

Jordan Li - Jordan enjoys anything you do together. Even if they hate a particular activity, at least they’re spending time with you. Still, there are reality TV shows that Jordan really likes, such as: home improvement shows, “Say Yes to the Dress'', “Face Off”, “American Ninja Warrior”, and “RuPaul's Drag Race”. And then there are shows that Jordan puts on a brave face about. Things like “Love Island” and “Jersey Shore”. Jordan gets queasy just scrolling past them. There was a time before they became one of Brink’s favorites that their parents kept pushing them to try and be an entertainment Supe. No one is taking you that seriously, anyways! Maybe you’ll do better in the reality TV circuit. It’s unlikely Jordan will ever get stuck in projects like that now. They’ve proven they can be a heavy hitter. Proven that they’re strong enough to not need to sell themselves as cheap, easily-digestible, entertainment. Still, they don’t like thinking of the alternate world where they’re having to sit in front of a camera and do twenty retakes of “authentic” confessional room venting.

Stu Macher - He likes reality TV and doesn’t care who knows. Hooray! A shared interest… except watching these shows with him will piss you the fuck off. He has dog-shit opinions about everything. You will never be rooting for the same people. You will never agree on who handled a situation better. He’s always rooting for the asshole, it seems. You don’t even think he’s doing it to be contrary or to make you mad. He’s genuinely on their side (most of the time… he does enjoy making you mad.) Watching reality TV with Stu makes you want to kill him. It also makes you look at him funny. Why are you always siding with the bastards? You don’t think Ekin-Su needed to apologize? Stu, are you out of your fucking mind?

Josh Washington - You’re gonna try to tell me that the twins weren’t making him paint toenails while they pulled all nighters of “The Bachelor”? Sure, okay, if you’d like to believe that. And his inner circle consists of Emily and Jess? Please. He’s been watching trashy TV for years. He’s watched a little of everything. He is so well acquainted with the dark underbelly of reality TV that it would roll over for a tummy rub from him. It knows his scent. He can easily keep track of the names, faces, and plots. Who’s fucking who. Who hates who. Who’s forming secret alliances. You’ll probably be more lost than Josh ever gets. He’s a day one. He’s an OG. 

❥ who is pissed off to even be hearing about it second-hand ❥

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - He has better shit to do than watch reality TV show crap all day, and so do you. These are the kinds of harsh words that will be waiting for you if you try and get him to watch anything fun with you. Ask him one too many times and, like a parent who is annoyed that you are bothering him, he will begin to fill up any moment of free time the two of you have with activities. No, babe, we can’t watch “90 Day Fiance.” Why? Because we’ve got to run the marathon for kids with cancer and then we’ve got dinner with the mayor after that. You two are gonna be booked and busy. You were obviously bored. Now you won’t have time to even think!

Kevin Khatchadourian - Please don’t remind him so blatantly of his own intellectual superiority over you (he’s an asshole.) He gets the ick of the century when you try and tell him what happened during one of your little…programs. If you have the audacity to take it a step further and ask him to watch with you? He’s rendered speechless. Since when is this relationship a safe space? He doesn’t enjoy well-written, heart-stopping, incredible genre-defining movies and television. And yet, somehow, you’re so delusional you think he’s gonna sit through reality television with you? Don’t piss him off. He doesn’t even bother responding. Enjoy the view of his back as he walks away!

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan is once again in a category of his own, which you might call: too nosy to not get into it, but doesn't want you to know he enjoys it. He made fun of you when you first started to watch reality TV. He can’t go back on his word now. If you were cuddling on the couch he’d have his face turned into your stomach and dramatically roll his eyes at your absentminded head rubbing. Could we focus on what’s important please? But then the plots started thickening and the heated exchanges started to pique his interest. He knew he was cooked when he started recognizing names, who was booed up with who… wait that disloyal prick hooked up with who this week?! He tells you to just replay the episode because you’re explaining it shitty and you obviously want him to watch it and talk to you about it. It isn’t for his benefit at all. Turn the subtitles on, god dammit.

A/N: this was really fun! how did you know i've been watching reality TV shows lately?? if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

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Lost Lamb—Part 1

Dark Fiction

Dark!Raider!Joel // Dark!Raider!Dean Winchester// Dark!Raider!Jordan Riki x Reader

Summery: you get caught by raiders

Warnings: 18+ rape, dub-con, MISOGYNY

A/n: This will be a series—I know I told y’all I’m not gonna do series but I just have so many ideas for this one. It’s gonna be intense. I’ll also add more raiders as the story continues (for example Tommy Miller, Roman Reigns etc.)

Also in case you don’t know who Jordan Riki is click here ;) thank me later guys, he’s so hot

The water was ice-cold, as you cupped it in your trembling hands, trying to scrub the blood from your face. It was dry now, sticky. Your mother’s blood.

You choked on a sob, shaking as you leaned forward, dipping your face into the lake. The cold water biting your skin, it numbed everything for a second…just long enough to pretend none of it was real. But when you pulled back, gasping for air, the truth came crashing down on you again.

They were gone.

Your father, your mother, your younger brother. Everyone.

The raid had come out of nowhere—shouting, gunfire, the smell of smoke and burning wood. You barely remembered how you had gotten away, only that your mother had pushed you toward the back door, screaming at you to run. And you had.

Like a coward.

Now you were alone. And you had no idea what to do.

You didn't know how to fight. You didn't know how to use a gun. Your whole life had been spent inside the walls of your community, a place where the infected were nothing but stories—warnings told to keep children from wandering too far into the woods.

But those stories were real. And now they were out here with you.

A sharp snap in the distance made your heart stop. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes looking toward the trees.

Something—or someone—was out there.

You heard it again—another sharp snap, but closer this time. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you turned toward the trees.

Then, he stepped out.

A man, maybe in his mid-twenties. He wore a heavy leather jacket. His jeans were scuffed, his boots covered in dried mud and a rifle slung over his shoulders.

“Whoa,” he said, raising his hands slightly in a non-threatening way. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to run or stay frozen like a deer in headlights.

He tilted his head, eyes flicking over you. “You alone?”

You didn’t answer. Your throat was too tight, your mind screaming at you to be careful, but at the same time… he didn’t look dangerous. His voice was soft, almost kind. And he was handsome, with short brown hair and green eyes that studied you like he actually cared.

“I’m Dean,” he offered, taking a slow step closer. “I swear, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

You swallowed hard, your lip trembling. “I—I don’t know what to do,”

Dean’s expression softened, his green eyes dipping to your torn clothes, the dirt, the dried blood on your hands. „Are you hurt?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came. You could still feel it—the warmth of your mother’s blood as she pushed you away, the way her body jolted when the bullets hit her—

“No,” you whispered. Your voice cracked. “It’s my mother’s blood. They—they burned everything down!”

A broken sob ripped through you, hands covering your face. The grief hitting you like a wave, so deep it felt like drowning.

Dean was quiet for a moment. Then, slowly, he crouched down in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and for some reason, that made it worse.

You shook your head, pressing your palms into your eyes. “I don’t know what to do,” you choked out again. “I—I don’t know where to go.”

He hesitated, then spoke again, softer. “Look, I’ve got people. We take in folks who need help. We got food, shelter. You come with me, we’ll keep you safe.”

You blinked up at him, your vision blurred with tears. “You—You would do that?”

“‘Course I would.” He smiled, reaching out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. “No one should be alone out here. It ain’t safe.”

“…Okay,” you whispered.

Dean’s smile widened just slightly. He stood and offered you his hand. You took it.

And without realizing it, you let him lead you away.

———

The walk was long.

Dean didn’t rush you, but he kept a steady pace. You stumbled a few times. Your body was weak from exhaustion and grief, but he never left you behind.

Every so often, he glanced back. “You holding up?”

You only nodded, too tired to speak.

The woods stretched on forever, the morning light barely breaking through. You looked over at Dean. How he cut through the trees like he’d done it a hundred times before.

The irrational fear of losing Dean in the woods and being left alone again creeped up on you, and you started walking faster.

You had no reason to trust him, but what choice did you have? He had a rifle, a strong build, and he knew where he was going. Dean seemed safe.

So you followed.

Hours passed before the trees began to thin. The air smelled different here—wood smoke, damp earth, something metallic.

Then, you saw it.

A watchtower. A makeshift wall of scrap metal and wood. A camp.

Dean led you forward. Two men stood by the gate, their eyes sharp, assessing you as Dean approached. They had weapons—rifles slung over shoulders, pistols tucked into belts.

One of them, a taller guy with a scar along his jaw, smirked. “Picked up a stray puppy, huh, Winchester?”

“Something like that,” Dean muttered, his tone flat. His demeanour shifted.

Your stomach twisted, but you forced it down.

Dean’s grip on your wrist tightened. It wasn’t comforting, it was possessive. You flinched slightly, but he didn’t ease up. Instead, he pulled you closer, his body half in front of yours as if to shield you.

The taller man chuckled, his gaze still lingering on you. “She looks scared.”

Dean’s fingers dug into your wrist. “She’s fine.”

You weren’t, though. Something about the camp felt wrong.

You didn’t know why but you had expected to see families, women, children—something that resembled your community. But there were none. Just men. All of them rough-looking, armed, and watching you like you were some rare thing they hadn’t seen in too long.

Your stomach twisted.

Dean pulled you forward without another word, guiding you through the camp. People moved between tents and shacks, some carrying supplies, others gathered around a fire pit, voices low and murmured. There were weapons—rifles slung over shoulders, pistols tucked into belts.

Just men…

All of them looked like they’d spent years surviving on violence.

Dean didn’t let go of your wrist—as it someone could snatch you away.

You felt it—their eyes on you. Every inch of your body was analysed. The weight of their stares made you feel like you were being torn apart piece by piece. Some of them smirked. Others just watched, silently, sizing you up and down.

You’d never felt like this before in your life—like prey.

Dean didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care. His grip on your arm tightened, dragging you forward with him.

“Keep your head down,” he muttered, his voice different now. Colder. His earlier sympathy had melted away.

Finally, you reached a large fire pit surrounded by crates and tarps, where a few men sat, You noticed a man sitting on a crate, talking to a man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his rough hands moved as he spoke. You would soon learn that he was the leader of the group. Joel Miller. He didn’t look like a leader—not at first. But when his eyes met yours, something in the air shifted.

Next to Joel sat a towering man with long black hair, his sharp eyes following Joel’s gaze. And within seconds, every man by the fire had their attention on you.

Dean stopped in front of them, pulling you to a halt as well.

“Got her,” Dean said, his voice rougher now, almost detached.

You looked up at Dean in confusion.

Joel exhaled a slow breath, the cigarette between his fingers burning down to the filter. He didn’t speak right away, just studied you, eyes moving over your trembling frame, the tear tracks staining your dirty cheeks.

You shrank under his gaze, something about it making you feel like prey.

Dean’s grip on your wrist didn’t loosen.

Joel finally sighed, tossing the cigarette to the dirt and grinding it under his boot. “Knew you’d run,” he said simply, his voice deep and scratchy. “Saw you bolt soon as the first shot rang out.”

Your stomach dropped.

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Watched you, y’know. Lil’ thing like you, tearin’ through the trees, tryna disappear. Looked just like a deer.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Didn’t think you’d last long. Figured you’d get eaten up by somethin’ out there sooner or later.”

You started shaking your head, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

Joel nodded toward Dean. “Sent the boy after you soon as we wrapped things up.”

Wrapped things up. You let the words sink in.

Your breath hitched. The screams, the gunfire, your mother’s blood on your hands—it all came crashing down at once.

Your knees buckled, but Dean caught you before you could fall. His arms tightening around you. But it wasn’t comforting—it felt like restraint.

No. No, this wasn’t right.

Your fingers clawed at Dean’s arm, panic was eating you alive. “No,” you gasped. “No, no, no—”

You tried to twist out of his grip, but he was too strong. He barely even budged as you thrashed. Your breath was coming out in ragged sobs.

Joel just watched. Unbothered. Unmoved.

“You—you killed them…,” you choked out, looking at him through blurred vision. “You killed my family.”

Joel tilted his head slightly, as if considering that. “Don’t know your family, girl,” he said. “but yes people died.”

It meant nothing to him.

A sob tore through your chest. You shoved against Dean, your body twisting violently as you tried to escape. But his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your arm.

“Hey,” Joel said sharply.

You froze, breath hitching in your throat.

Joel leaned forward, his voice low. “Listen real close now, girl, ‘cause I ain’t gonna say it again.”

You stared at him, body trembling violently.

“You ran. That’s fair. But this?” He gestured around the camp. “This is how things work. We take what we want. And when we do, we get the rights to whatever’s left.”

His dark eyes pinned you in place.

“And you,” he murmured, “are what’s left.”

“No, no, no”, you said it between your bitter sobs.

Joel sighed, sitting back. “Ain’t no sense in fightin’ it. Dean brought you back nice and safe, just like I asked. You oughta be grateful.”

Your eyes snapped to Dean, your panic twisting into something confused, betrayed.

He wouldn’t even look at you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you whispered, “Please.”

Joel exhaled through his nose, then stood, rolling his shoulders. “You’ll get used to it,” he said simply. “They always do.”

———

Dean didn’t say a word as he dragged you across camp.

Your feet barely moved, your body limp with shock, with grief, but he held you up, gripping your arm tight enough to bruise.

They killed them.

The murmurs and laughter of the men in the camp faded behind you, swallowed by the creaking of the door.

Then you were inside.

Dean shoved you forward. You stumbled, catching yourself before hitting the floor.

The room was small. Just a bed, a little rusted sink, and a toilet behind a half-wall. The windows barricaded, light leaking through the wood boards.

“Dean—” , a lump formed in your throat.

“You’ll stay here,” he said, voice flat. “Joel wants you put up for now.”

Your lips parted, panic in your voice. “Dean… please.”

He exhaled through his nose, jaw clenching. “Don’t beg.”

You flinched at the sharpness in his tone.

“Be grateful Joel put you in here, and not in the cells.“, for a second, something flickered in his eyes—something that looked like hesitation. Like guilt. But then it was gone.

He shook his head, running a hand down his face. “Just…don’t be stupid.” His voice softened, but only a little. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Your throat burned. Your knees felt weak.

Dean turned for the door.

“Wait,” you choked out. “You—you said I’d be safe.”

He paused.

The silence stretched.

Then, without looking at you, he muttered, “I lied.”

The door shut behind him.

And you were alone.

———

Time had blurred—seconds, minutes, maybe hours passing by in suffocating silence. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop crying.

Then,

the door creaked open. You tensed up.

A tall figure stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. He was young—like Dean—but still built like a man who knew how to handle himself. His dark eyes flicked over you, a smirk forming at his lips.

“Well, shit.” His voice was smooth, almost amused. “Dean didn’t tell me you were pretty.”

His grin widened. “Has Joel given you a name yet?”

Your stomach twisted. You stayed silent, not understand what he meant.

He closed the door and stepped closer, his movements slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world. His gaze dragged over your face, your trembling hands, the way you were curled up in the corner like some wounded little pet.

“You look real sweet like that,” he murmured. “All scared. Bet that’s why Joel wanted you so fucking bad.”

Your chest tightened. Joel, the leader.

“Dean get his hands on you yet?”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

He gave you a lazy grin. “C’mon. Don’t play dumb. He had you all to himself out there in the woods, bringin’ you back. Thought for sure he’d break you in first.”

Your face went hot with shame. “No,” you said quickly. “He didn’t touch me.”

Jordan snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. “I swear—”

He cuts you off, shaking his head. “Man, Dean really is a fuckin’ pussy.”

You flinched at the venom in his voice.

His grin widened, like he could smell your fear. “Y’know, girls like you, they gotta learn how things work around here.”

You swallowed hard.

Jordan sighed, rolling his big shoulders. “Guess it’s my job to teach you, huh?”

Then, to your horror, he started unbuckling his belt.

Your heart stopped. Your breath coming in short, shallow gasps as you watched him undo the button on his jeans.

Was he going to…?

No.

No, no, no—

Your body moved on instinct, scrambling back against the wall even further. But there was nowhere to go.

Jordan just laughed. “Relax, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna rape you.” His smirk deepened. “Just gonna mark you, s‘all.“

The words didn’t make sense at first.

Then he was holding his soft cock in his hand, relaxing his shoulders.

Oh God.

He was going to mark you…like a dog would.

No. No. No.

“P-please,” you stammered. Your whole body locking up in panic as you tried to shove yourself further into the corner. . “Don’t—”

The door flew open.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jordan?” , Dean’s voice cut through the room like a gunshot.

But Jordan didn’t even flinch. He sighed and turned his head just slightly, like he was annoyed to be interrupted. “Jesus, man. Ever heard of knockin’? I was about to take a piss.”

Dean’s jaw clenched.

“Relax, Joel told me to keep an eye on her. Make sure none of the guys try something funny.”, Jordan said.

“And what the hell do you call this.”, Dean said pointing at Jordan.

Jordan smirked, “Just gettin’ acquainted.”

Dean body tense, his eyes dark as they locked onto Jordan. “You can’t fucking claim her, she’s Joel’s.”

Jordan rolled his eyes at his friend. “Joel’s gonna fuck her a couple times, then throw her to the dogs. Better mark her now so she won’t forget ya face. Ain’t that right, babe?”

It was like they were talking in a different language and the only words you could understand were horrifying.

Dean’s jaw ticked.

Jordan exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Can you chill? Yeah? She’s not your bitch neither, so no point gettin’ attached.”

Jordan snapped his belt back into place, brushing past Dean without another glance. Dean followed him.

The door clicked shut.

You sat there, heart still hammering.

You didn’t want to think about what had almost happened. About what could still happen.

But the moment the door creaked open again, you froze, dreading it could be Jordan again.

Please be Dean. Please—

It wasn’t.

Joel stepped inside, slow and steady.

Your stomach clenched, your body stiffening on instinct.

Despite his age, he was strong looking. His presence was filling out the entire room, no space for you left. His face was calm, unreadable.

You looked up at him shaking with fear. If the men under his control were such animals, you didn’t want to know who their leader was capable of.

Joel didn’t speak at first. Just took a slow step forward, then another, until he was standing directly in front of you.

Then, he held out his hand—a bottle of water.

You didn’t move.

Joel sighed through his nose, crouching slightly so he was more level with you. “Go on,” he murmured. “Take it.”

Your fingers twitched—then, carefully, you reached out, taking the bottle from his hand.

You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you twisted the cap off and gulping the water down. Your throat burning with relief.

Joel watched you.

When you lowered the bottle, breathless, he finally spoke.

“That’s all you’re gettin’.”

You blinked.

He tilted his head slightly. “You want food?” His voice was slow, deliberate. “You ask for it. Nicely.”

Your chest tightened.

His eyes darkened. “You ask me for it.”

The realization sank in, cold and sharp.

Your fingers curled around the bottle, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Joel studied you for a moment, then exhaled, straightening to his full height. “You’ll come ‘round,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

You were alone again.

———

Thirty hours.

Thirty hours since you were locked in this shack.

The last real meal you had was with your family, the night before Joel’s men stormed your community. You could still remember it—your mother had made stew, your father had laughed at something your brother said. The warmth of it all.

And Now, now they were dead.

And you were starving.

The small bottle of water Joel had given you was long empty. Your mouth was dry. Hunger was nagging at your stomach. It made your entire body feel weak.

You curled up on the cot, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the sounds outside your door.

Voices. The guards.

You didn’t know their names, didn’t want to, but you recognized one of them.

Dean.

Your chest ached at the sound of his voice.

For a second, you thought about knocking.

Dean had brought you here, but he’d also protected you from Jordan. Maybe if you knocked, he’d come inside. Maybe he’d sit with you, maybe he’d—

Then, another voice joined in.

Jordan.

Your stomach twisted.

The thought of him made you curl deeper into yourself, pulling the thin blanket tighter around your body.

No.

You wouldn’t knock. Not if Jordan was out there too.

So you closed your eyes, and hoped to disappear.

At some point, exhaustion took over. You weren’t sure how long you slept, but when you woke up, a sharp, pain boiled in your gut. Your stomach twisted violently, your throat tightened…

—And then you were throwing up.

Acid burned your throat, spilling onto the floor beside the cot. There was nothing solid, nothing real—just bile, just emptiness.

Your body trembled, your arms barely able to hold you up. Your lips were cracked, your mouth raw from the acid.

You needed food.

Needed something—anything.

Tears burned in your eyes. You weren’t used to this. You grew up in a place where food was always there. For you hunger was only a passing feeling, never something you needed to worry about, never something that felt like this.

Your stomach cramped violently, the pain making your vision blur.

You had no choice.

With shaky legs, you stood, dragging yourself toward the door. You knocked once, barely strong enough to make a sound.

Silence.

Then, heavy footsteps.

The door swung open.

Jordan.

His lips curled into a grin as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes flicked over you, amused.

“Aw, babe,” he drawled. “You don’t look well.”

Jordan’s grin stretched wider as he stepped into the room.

“I—I’m hungry,” you murmured, your voice weak from the lack of food and water, your throat dry.

Jordan’s smirk faltered slightly, but he didn’t seem moved. “Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” he said casually, leaning against the wall. “I’m not here to feed you, babe.”

You took a step forward, desperate. “Please, I need food... Joel—Joel said—”

“Joel said he’ll decide,” Jordan interrupted, his voice turning sharp, cutting through your words. “And right now, he’s not here.”

Your stomach twisted, your hands trembling as you tried to hold back the panic rising in your chest. But then, Jordan’s leaned in closer.

“You know how this works, don’t you, babe?” he said, his voice lowering into a mocking whisper. “Girls like you—well, you’re gonna have to earn your privileges around here. And if you’re lucky, Joel won’t make you do the same things he made the other girls do before you.”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. You thought you might throw up again.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Please,... I need Joel. I’ll do anything—just get him, please.”

Jordan’s grin widened.

“Anything?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Well, you’re gonna have to earn it if you want me to get him. Do me a little favour, and I’ll see what I can do about getting Joel for you.”

You were so close to falling apart, so close to breaking down, you felt as though you had no choice.

You nodded, looking down.

“Show me your tits.”

You looked up at him, your desperation making his request seem almost ridiculous. You had braced yourself for something far worse, and although it was humiliating, it felt almost bearable in comparison.

You were gifted with big round breasts, so you quickly took them out of your bra and pulled your shirt down—not allowing yourself to think too much about it, but surprised how easy it was done.

Just like that you were standing halfway exposed in front of a complete stranger. You felt your cheeks burn, but You lifted your chin slightly, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. You tried to stand tall despite the shame you were feeling.

Jordan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that same amused smirk. His eyes locked on yours, before he let them fall on your chest.

He licked his lips and smirked at you. “You gonna be reeaal popular ‘round here.“, his voice dripping with mockery.

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. You weren’t going to let him see how sick that sentence made you feel—how scared you were. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

„Good girl.“, he added. “I’ll get Joel for you.”

And with that he left, leaving you conflicted.

[untltledforyourpleasure]

Hope

Paring: Jay Gatsby x Reader

My brain is finally working again and using it's full mental capacity to write a story (im thinking a series) but for now... ENJOY A CUTE LITTLE GATSBY BLURB FOR MY GATSBY FANATICS!

Hope is a funny thing. 

Within a moment, you have it, a small yet sharp spark in your belly that slowly spreads throughout your body until it reaches the top of your head until the bottom of your toes. It makes the tears that dare to fall from your eyes stop, all the rushing thoughts of doubt flee for just a second. Hope is a feeling that everyone gets every once in a while. Hope is a burning flame that engulfs you once acted upon.

Hope is a dream killer. 

Jay Gatsby stood at the edge of the dock in silence, watching the waves of the shore roll towards him, crashing into each other with a soft whoosh. The moon was bright tonight. It lit his entire body, making him appear as if he was a mere ghost from behind. His arm was extended, as if reaching across the shore for something. For someone.

I watched from a small distance away, eyes sliding over his figure as I always did. He was tall and strong, more than other men I’d seen at his parties. They always held themselves with stubborn pride. But Gatsby… he held himself with a stubbornness of love. Never quite staying but never letting go.

I pushed my feelings down and breathed in slowly as I approached him, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Jay,” I said. 

He jumped slightly, breathing my name. “You scared me, Dove,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side as his other hand covered mine. “What’re you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, looking out across the bay. A small yet green light stared back at me, mocking and taunting. I already knew the answer as to what he was doing. He did it every night without fail. “It’s nearly midnight, you know.”

“Is it? I must’ve lost track of time,” he said in a far away voice. I spared a glance at him to see his green gaze locked on the light across from us. My jaw tensed as I looked, too. How could a man like his, so caring and kind and thoughtful, deserve the mental pains he struggled with daily?

“I see.” I breathed in slowly, forcing the pains I felt down. “You have an early day tomorrow. Please, come to bed.”

“I…” Jay sighed, finally tearing his gaze away to look down at me. There was so much sadness and anger behind his eyes, but what was even more worrisome was the hope that was beginning to sprout. Hope that she would find him and come for him soon. Hope that she would love him.

I felt like crying. I felt like jumping in the water in front of me and drowning. I felt like grabbing him by the shoulders and reminding him that I’d been here for all of the harsh years life has thrown at him. I wanted to remind him that she hadn’t. 

I didn’t though. I just smiled up at him. “Come to bed, Jay,” I whispered. Slowly, the big smile I grew to love sprouted on his face, stretching across his teeth beautifully. 

“Okay,” he agreed, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Let’s go to bed, Dove.” However, they didn’t move towards the house. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips to mine, making me sigh in relief. It was soft and loving and intimate and my entire body reacted to it. My hand crept up to his collar to pull him closer. 

Jay slowly pulled back, biting my bottom lip softly. “I love you,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, savoring those words, silently wishing they were fully true.

“I love you, too,” I replied, grasping his hand and pulling him away towards the house. Another huge smile spread on his face as he stumbled along the dock behind me. Hope crawled into my mind as we opened the door and I smiled, turning to the bay one more time. She might have a hold in his mind during the day, but for tonight, his hope was in my love.

Fuck you, Daisy Buchanan. He’s mine.

...this was kinda shitty and I lowkey hate the ending but hopefully you like it! Love you all!

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Wrestling Threesome Fics

Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Dean Ambrose : Choose Me (AR, A, Ficlet)

Bobby Fish x Reader x Kyle O’Reilly : Our Princess (AR, S, threesome)

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Can the CW stop being homophobic and take some fucking notes please?

This is how you avoid queerbaiting and not use the excuse We ArE tOo MaInStReAM

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This final chapter is so beautiful 😍 I am in love with how all of the kids find love I cannot believe that tttc is over KISMET Is done!

Thank you for writing such a beautiful trilogy @breaniebree THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART ❤️

THE FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE!

Chapter 41 -- The One With the Final Epilogue

Well, this is it!  THE FINAL LAST EPILOGUE AND LAST CHAPTER of my world of Kismet.  It started back in 2018 with some random Marauder snippets that I put aside to write about Sirius and Remus raising Harry which turned from a 25 chapter story idea to 360 chapters of A Second Chance and led me to write a prequel with my original Marauder snippets in The First Time Around.  It ended with Third Times the Charm.

As I always say, I write this story for myself first and this is the final chapter of what I wanted to write and how I wanted to end my world of Kismet.  I’m very excited to share it with you and I hope you’re excited to read it.  I hope those of you who have been reading this story have been enjoying it even half as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it and that you like the ending as much as I do.  And for those of you who don’t, I thank you for reading as long as you have and hope you find a story some day that pleases you more.  There are a lot of amazing writers in the world and I hope someone gives you the ending you want.

As for me I am very proud of my final scene and of this trilogy.  

THANK YOU!

I would like to firstly thank @thedistantdusk, who even though only was my Beta from chapters 200-360 of ASC and for all of The First Time Around, her patience and guidance were greatly appreciated.  Thank you to SilverStarwolfe who was my first Beta from about chapter 120-190 before life got in the way and she had to stop, her patience and guidance was also greatly appreciated.  Thank you to @seriouslysam8 who was an amazing sounding board and helped me work out the kinks in the final idea of Sirius and Zee and helped me come up with the story titles for The First Time Around and Third Times the Charm.  I really appreciate all of the help she gave me and hope one day she might even read it too.  LOL.  Thank you to @ellieoryan7447 for being such an amazing reader who went out of her way to attempt to make character art all about my characters.  It’s surreal to me that people even want to do that and is more appreciated than I can possibly put into words.  And lastly, thank you to @celtics534 for putting up with my random asks about reading over scenes, giving great writing advice, and not being afraid to tell me when something is crap and how to fix it.  You’re more appreciated than you know.  PS — Sorry for bothering the crap out of you with final reviews of this last chapter LOL.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading from the beginning, to those jumped in somewhere in the middle, and to anyone new who stumbled across this world when the final story was ending.  THANK YOU!

Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to follow me in this story-writing journey for the last six years.  It means so much to me.

I have no plans of writing anything else in the near future, as I do very much need a break, but who knows what the future will bring.  These epilogues, while being very much a conclusion, still leave lots of holes for me to jump back in if I ever want to (old and next generation).  It leaves the world of Kismet open to me in the future while still showing you that that there was a happily ever after for these characters (which is very much deserved).

Thank you again for all of the continuous support and love I have received.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Across Every Universe

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey Jordan, can i request something where Dean Winchester always have a crush on the reader but never said something to her until one day Sam and Dean are transported (based on the episode French Mistake) and Dean actor Jensen and is married to the reader of the universe and she pass the whole day giving Dean hug and kisses because for everyone is Jensen. When Dean and Sam came back to their universe him and the reader start dating? Fluff 

Summary: Sam and Dean are taken back to the same place where Dean is known as Jensen Ackles and Sam as Jared Padalecki. This little trip makes Dean realize his feelings for you.

Square Filled: "god, if only you knew what you did to me" (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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No matter the position you’re in, you’re not comfortable. It doesn’t matter if you lie down on your side, your back, or your stomach. Not to mention the heater isn’t working in the Bunker so it’s very cold. You have three blankets over you while wearing long sleeves and pajama pants. The broken heater doesn’t help your running cold either. You’re not sure where you caught it from but you’ve been trying to stay away from the brothers to not get them sick.

That doesn’t keep Dean away, though.

He’s a complete sweetheart to you since he always brings you soup, makes sure you’re comfortable, and spends time with you even if you tell him not to go near you. You don’t know what you’d do without Dean in your life.

Speaking of, he knocks on your door and enters wearing his usual hunting attire.

“Going on a hunt?” you ask and sit up slightly.

“Yeah. I wish I could stay here and take care of you.”

“Other people need you,” you smile. “I’ll be fine. I’m going to stay in bed, watch movies, and make some soup later. Did you fix the heater, yet?”

“I have someone coming in a few days. He’s also on a hunt.”

“Right, no non-hunters here,” you chuckle.

“I’ll call you later and check up on you, okay?”

“My hero.”

You cuddle with your blankets more and Dean leaves your room with a slight blush on his cheeks. Before he closes the door, he looks back at you in thought. God, if only you knew what you did to me.

He closes your door and meets his brother in the library. As soon as they are packed and ready to go, they start the long drive to the next state over. When Dean gets onto the highway, Sam turns to Dean with a knowing smile.

“So, did you tell her how you feel?”

“Stay out of it, Sammy,” Dean rolls his eyes.

“How long have you had a thing for her? Years? When are you going to tell her how you feel?”

“I mean it, Sam. Stay out of it. I can handle it on my own.”

“Apparently not, or else she’d be yours.”

Dean punches his brother not gently in the arm and Sam laughs. Dean kept the music high so he could avoid talking about his feelings for you. They get to the town that has its residents sacrificing themselves in the name of God. If anything, it warrants some kind of visit from the Winchesters.

The town looks like a normal town with normal people just trying to live their normal lives. They have no suspicions that something is happening but they only just arrived. They get there late at night so they will have to do their work tomorrow morning. Dean takes out his phone when his brother goes into the bathroom to shower and calls you.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m doing alright but not any better.”

“Did you take your medicine?”

“Yes, I did.” He can hear the smile in your voice and that makes him smile. “And I ate my soup and drank water.”

“Don’t forget to tell her goodnight,” Sam says loudly from the bathroom.

Dean grabs a pillow and chucks it at his brother. “Go take a shower. You stink.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” you chuckle, having heard Sam.

“Night sweetheart.” He hangs up and turns to his brother with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam and Dean actually get more than four hours of sleep that night but when Dean wakes up, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings. The motel is gone, the shutty beds and blankets are gone, and the peeling wallpaper is gone. What replaces it is a nice trailer, a comfortable bed, a big aquarium, and other nice shit that Dean has never had.

“Sammy?” he calls out. He gets up and leaves the small trailer only to run into Sam. “What the hell is going on? Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Sam looks around and spots a name on the side of the trailer that’s behind Dean. “Oh, no. Look.”

Dean turns and sees the name ‘Jensen Ackles’ on the side. He turns back around and sees ‘Jared Padalecki’ on the trailer opposite his.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? We’re back in actor land? What happened last time?”

“Gabriel sent us here to avoid Raphael and his minions. I have no idea how we ended up here.”

“I bet it has something to do with the fact that people were sacrificing themselves in the name of God. My guess is that angels are involved.”

“There you two are.” Sam and Dean turn to see Castiel--Misha--walking toward them. “They’re looking for you two.”

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

If Sam and Dean didn’t do a good job trying to act last time, then they certainly aren’t going to do a good job now. It’s funny in hindsight but it makes for a very long day of filming. After the twentieth time messing up, Dean is ready to get the hell out of there to figure out how to get back to his world.

He looks to the right and sees you at the snack bar. He immediately calls for a time-out and leaves the set.

“Time out?” the director frowns and looks at him. “Everyone, take ten!”

“Y/N?”

“Come here, you have to try this. Gen made it,” you grin at Dean. You take a scoopful of food and present it to him. He opens his mouth and accepts the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. “Oh, you have something on your mouth.” You wipe his bottom lip with your thumb and lick the food off. Dean is so confused about your behavior but doesn’t have time to figure it out. Your phone rings and you check who is messaging you. “I gotta go. Gen is here.”

You lean up and kiss him quickly before walking off. Dean can’t move after that quick kiss. You did it so casually like you’ve done it a thousand times. He is forced to go back to acting but he can’t do a good job because all he’s thinking about is your lips on his.

They aren’t getting enough filming done so the director calls it for the rest of the day. Sam and Dean convene outside to make it look like they’re busy so no one else talks to them.

“She kissed me, dude.”

“What?”

“Y/N or the woman who she’s supposed to be. She kissed me like we’re together or something.”

“Look, I’m glad you’re going through the five stages of teenage excitement but can we focus here? How are we going to get out of here?”

Dean looks around and spots you entering his trailer.

“Eh, you’ll figure it out. I’ll be back.”

Dean leaves to his trailer and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Dean!” he hisses but receives no answer.

Dean enters his counterpart’s trailer and sees you where the bed is. You’re grabbing some night clothes out of the drawers since you’re not going to be leaving the trailer for the rest of the night.

“Hey, I talked to Gen about the cabin and she got it all set up for us this weekend. I’m so excited to spend some time away from all this for two days.”

“Are we dating?” The comment makes you laugh. “What?”

“Are you okay?” He looks kind of nervous so you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with you but I do know how to make you feel better.”

“How?” he whispers.

You run your hands down his chest and take his hands. You take him to the bed and toss your night clothes onto a nearby chair. You fall onto the bed while pulling him so he lands on top of you but he stops himself with his hands so he doesn’t completely crush you.

You pull him down to kiss you and that’s enough to bring Dean into the delusion that you’re Y/N and you’re his. Your lips are softer than what he thought and your body fits so perfectly against his. He slips his tongue into your mouth to get familiar with you. You tug on his hair to get some traction so he pulls away from your mouth and kisses down your neck.

Your neck has always been a sensitive spot for you and he really knows how to work you up. He licks up and down your neck before latching onto the side of it. You gasp, tilt your head back, and moan something that brings Dean back down to reality.

“Jensen.” You’re not his. You’re not you. You’re Jensen’s. You’re not supposed to be with him. He pulls away and pants above you. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we just lay here instead?”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get changed.”

You slip out from underneath him and grab the pajamas you set aside earlier. You strip down naked and Dean has a hard time not looking at you. He can’t help but think you’re a complete stranger. The pajamas you’re wearing are revealing but he feels better at looking at you with clothes on. You climb into bed with him and cuddle into his side, and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Tell me the story of how we met.” You look at him in confusion. “I want to hear it from you.”

“Okay, I got tickets to a red carpet event that my ex-friend invited me to. We were going to see the movie My Bloody Valentine because we thought it was going to be the next big movie. The entire cast was there, including you, meeting fans and taking pictures with them. When we locked eyes, it was like something was pulling you to me.

“You came over to me, complimented me on my dress, signed my poster with your number on it which I still have, and the rest is history. I never got together with you because you were a big celebrity. You were genuine, kind, funny, charming, and very sexy. It was hard not to fall in love with you.”

Dean notices the big ring on your finger and puts the pieces together.

“We’re married?”

“Yes, we are,” you laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just… really happy.”

You lean over and kiss him. The next morning, Dean leaves his trailer before you get up. He doesn’t want to wake you even though he wants to. He finds Sam outside his own trailer with a book in his hands.

“Hey,” Dean sighs.

“I might have found a way out of here, no thanks to you.”

“What if we didn’t leave?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“The love of my life is my wife here.”

“That’s not your wife, Dean. She’s Jensen’s wife. She thinks you’re him. Why would you take that away from him? You have a girl waiting for you at home, a girl with whom you’re too scared to do anything about. Don’t take her away from him because you want what they have.”

Dean knows he’s right. He can’t stay here. He’s using this world as an escape from his own.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighs. “What do you have?”

“I found this book in the prop section. This might be a TV show but it does have some useful books to make it look real. There’s a ritual we can do.”

And a ritual it is. Once they get the stuff needed and perform it, they are brought back to the town they arrived in a couple of days ago. In order to properly tackle this town, they’re going to need some angelic help. Maybe Castiel can meet them back at the Bunker and figure something out then.

The first thing Dean does when he gets home is go looking for you. You’re still stuck in bed watching your favorite movies on Disney+. You pause your movie when your bedroom door opens.

“Hey, how was the hunt?” Dean doesn’t say anything as he kicks off his shoes. He climbs into bed with you and pulls you close to him. “Dean?”

“I love you,” he blurts. “I should have told you this years ago but I can’t seem to think straight when I’m with you. You make everything better for me, and you’re a better hunter than I ever was. God, I love you so much.”

“I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick,” you smile.

“I don’t care,” he whispers and kisses you.

This is where he belongs. Right next to you.

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