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[frost-queen]

Notes of an evening (Reader x Astarion)

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Summary: After the Mindflayer's ship, Astarion's and your relationship starts out rocky with a knife at your throat and lot's of arguing. At some point you started to notice how Astarion was always awake at night. That night he tells you he's a vampire spawn, bending your rocky relationship a bit. When a storm brews, you seek shelter with Astarion to deafen out your fears. Will Baldur's gate be the place where you finally accept the truth about those feelings?

Panting loud, you slowed your running down to a jog once you were out. It felt like one hell of a break-out with your life on the line. The newly found girl you had rescued on the ship right behind you. Slowing more down to a walk, you hoped you’d be out of dangers. The girl came closer to you, nudging you by your elbow. Furrowing your brows confused, you watched her motion with her head towards the rocky edges.

Still trying to catch your breath, you noticed a young man standing by the edge. He turned around to you. – “Hurry! I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” – he called out as you slowly neared him. – “There! In the grass.” – he waved you over as you looked over your shoulder to the girl. She pulled her shoulders up, not giving you much help with what to do with this stranger.

You came by his side. – “You can kill it right? Like you killed those others?” – he asked. Crossing your arms, you took a good look at him. Pale, white curly hair and a devilish smile. – “Asking a girl to kill for you, how pathetic.” – you said, wondering why he didn’t just kill it himself. He seemed to have enough ego for it.

He chuckled humouring with a mocking undertone. Rolling with your eyes, you uncrossed your arms. – “Stand aside, scaredy cat.” – you responded moving him aside with your hand as he took some steps back. Hunching over a bit, you stared at the tall grass, hearing faint noises. Out of the bushes emerged a boar, snorting loud. Unimpressed you watched the boar run off.

The cold of metal made you gasp as a grip on you pulled you back. With a groan you fell on your back, a knife held at your throat. The boy laying on the ground beside you, holding you at knife point. You struggled, grabbing his wrist that held the knife firm to push it away. – “Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” – he said making you more angry that he had overpowered you.

Shadowheart took a step closer as he noticed her. – “And you!” – he shouted. – “Keep your distance!” – he voice loud and threatening. – “No need for this to get messy.” – his voice changing to something smoother as he glanced down at you.

“I need her alive!” – Shadowheart called out. – “Stow that blade or I’ll show you just how messy things can get!” – she made clear. The man chuckled. – “Promises, promises, but I have other business I’m afraid.” – he looked at you once more with a teasing smile. You groaned loud, twisting his wrist that held the knife away from your neck. With your leg, you forced it between his legs, finding yourself a lock to use your strength to flip him over.

In a matter of seconds the man rolled on his back as you sat on top of him, holding him down by both his wrists. The look of surprise on his face felt glorifying. Slamming his wrists against the ground made him loose his grip on the knife. Shadowheart came running over, plucking the knife from the ground. The elf squirmed underneath your grip for freedom. – “Aww look who is begging now?” – you teased with a flashing smile.

The elf boy groaned loud with frustration. You leaned down as his eyes widened. You left a kiss on his nose just to annoy him more. Swaying your leg over him, you rolled over to the side getting up. Shadowheart approached holding her hands out for you to pull yourself up with. The elf sputtered to his feet, dusting some sand off him.

“If you were looking for a robbery, you failed miserably.” – Shadowheart said with a nudge at you. You rested your arm on her shoulder, giving the man a smirk. – “I saw you leave the ship.” – he spoke as it made Shadowheart and you look at each other. – “I thought you were one of them.” – he continued. He looked you up and down. – “Clearly you are not, and to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your insides.” – he finished as it made you puff unamused.

Even Shadowheart rolled with her eyes. The elf dipped into a bow. – “Perhaps an introduction. My name is Astarion.” – he introduced himself. He waited for an answer from the both of you. When it didn’t came immediately he straightened his posture. – “And you lovely ladies?” – he asked with a nervous chuckle. – “Shadowheart.” – she introduced herself making him laugh.

“What kind of a name is Shadowheart.” – he teased. – “Mine.” – She answered ready to take out his knife she had been keeping. With one hand gesture to the side, she stepped back. – “And yours?” – he turned to you with a charming smirk. – “Y/n.” – you said simple, not too much theatrics around it.

You motioned to Shadowheart to get it moving. Shadowheart came nearer, following you. You noticed the elf boy following you, but you kept quiet. As you wandered through the lands, your group grew larger. Filled with variations of personalities. For many nights now, you were forced to live with them. Live, eat and breath with the people you had found along the way with the same purpose. The fire was crackling as Wyll returned with more wood.

Gale stretched himself out. – “Another prospecting day passed. Not too much running or fighting I’d say that is a win. Don’t you think Y/n?” – he turned to look over at you. You pulled your shoulders up, a bit too tired to engage with Gale. – “I don’t know about you all, but I shall be heading for bed.” – Shadowheart spoke getting.

Astarion who stood a bit further away, came closer. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he offered. You leaned back, looking over your shoulder to him. – “Brooding on a killing plan for us? You’ve been keeping watch an awfully long time.” – you teased with a sarcastic smile. Astarion chuckled tauntingly. – “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it so far, darling” – he answered.

You gasped dramatically. Making Astarion roll his eyes with annoyance. – “We’d both know you’d fail at that.” – you muttered out loud enough for him to hear. Astarion clenched his jaw, ready to throw hands with you. Lae’zel sighed loud. – “Just fight it out so we can get some sleep.” – she called out sitting casually at the fire.

Gale got up, waving his hands across. – “Now hold on for a moment.” – he said. – “There is no need for unwanted bloodshed.” – he went on as you scoffed loud. – “Like I’d want his blood on my weapon.” – you let out getting up to face him. Astarion laughed. – “At least my blade came in reach of your neck.” – he recalled with his hands on his hips. – “Oh right and then I kicked your ass.” – you answered with a sarcastic smile to taunt him more.

Astarion chuckled. – “Only because I let you darling.” – he answered. Gale came in between. – “Enough playing, off to bed!” – he made clear not wanting any protest. Puffing loud, you spun on your heel, going to your tent. Astarion huffed loud crossing his arms as he turned the other side. Slowly the campsite died out. Everyone heading for bed as Astarion was the only one awake.

That night you couldn’t catch your sleep. Tossing and turning in your dreams till you snapped your eyes open. Trying to find your sleep was pointless. Crawling to the opening of your tent, you moved the flap aside. To your surprise Astarion was still awake. Sitting on a log by the died out fire. Getting up, you walked out of your tent over to him.

Astarion didn’t even have to turn around to hear your footsteps. – “If this is an attempt to kill me, you should be more quieter next time.” – Astarion said letting his head fall a bit back. – “How’d you know it was me?” – you asked curious. Astarion curled up a smile. You came to sit beside him on the log, watching the burned up logs. – “I’ll take your turn, you can sleep.” – you told him, wrapping your arms around your legs. – “Couldn’t sleep?” – Astarion questioned.

You looked up to him with a soft smile. You nudged him playfully against his upper arm. – “Time for you to sleep.” – you chuckled out. Astarion chuckled nervously back at you. – “What?” – you replied with furrowed brows. Astarion looked comfortably away. – “Don’t tell me you are like those non-sleeping beings.” – you laughed out. Astarion swallowed nervously unable to process how he should respond to that. Seeing how he wasn’t playing along with you, you had a sense he was being serious.

“Wait!” – you called out. – “Are you?” – you let out as Astarion shushed you for keeping your voice down. Astarion sighed deep, letting his head fall back. – “There’s no more way in hiding this.” – he said looking down with a saddened expression. – “I…” – he started, turning more towards you so your knees touched. He swallowed the rest of his words back in, staring at your wide curious eyes. Seeing how gentle they were.

A tiny smile on your lips that came him comfort. Astarion sighed loud. – “I am a vampire spawn.” – he confessed, looking ashamed away. – “You probably feel disgusted by me.” – he said, to his surprise he felt your hand lay on his. – “Why should I be?” – you answered making Astarion look at you. His lips forming a smile seeing how your features were gentle and warm.

Not a hint of judging or disgust on it. – “Tell me more.” – you asked as Astarion chuckled humourlessly. You moved a bit closer to him, hands underneath your chin, elbows resting on your knee as you wanted to hear more. Your gesture made Astarion smile. – “Alright.” – he started explaining you more of his life story as you listened with much curiosity.

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Wyll looked up at the skies, squinting his eyes a bit. – “Seems like a storm is brewing.” – he informed the group. You swallowed nervously, rubbing your hands nervously together. – “Not scared of a little rumble, Gale?” – Shadowheart teased seeing Gale’s expression of discomfort. – “For a bit of storm? No.” – he let out, moving his hands to his hip. – “As one I am actually quite fond of storms. Comes in really handy when one get’s in close situations.

In fact conjuring a storm has helped this poor wizard a few times more than I could account for.” – Gale started to ramble on, making Shadowheart groan. – “For Shar’s sake I didn’t ask for your life story.” – she replied. – “On the contrary Shadowheart, it is a wonderful story.” – Gale pressed on. Lae’zel cursed. – “Quiet before my blade cuts your tongue.”  - she glared his way, not interested in another awfully long story of his that led nowhere.

“No, no let him talk.” – Karlach pitched in. – “Thank you Karlach.” – Gale held one hand to his chest, bowing her way. – “I’m sure there’s something to laugh at him.” – Karlach went on as Gale’s smile dropped instantly. – “Har, Har laugh all you want.” – Gale spoke when the others were chuckling at Karlach’s comment.

You weren’t really engaging into the story, keeping your eyes on the skies. Seeing the dark clouds form in the distance as you knew it would spread to here. Fidgeting nervously with your fingers. Having a sudden sense of being watched, you looked down, locking eyes briefly with Astarion. You immediately stopped fidgeting, pulling your hands behind your back to give him a sheepish smile. Hoping he hadn’t noticed it.

Noticed how uncomfortable you were around storms. Lae’zel decided to walk a bit further before setting up camp. The dark clouds were spreading as there was a soft rumbling in the air. You jumped up, standing stiff. – “I’m heading to bed.” – you declared, walking off as you quickened your pace near your tent to hop inside. Astarion furrowed his brows. – “Wonderous dreams Y/n.” – Gale wished you, not sure you’d hear it. It didn’t take long for everyone to head for their own tents. In the beginning the rumbling was still faint.

Laying down, you had your knees pulled up to your chest. One hand over your ear to deafen the sounds out. Discomfort on your face as you flinched each time there was loud rumbling in the sky. You didn’t like storms, not one bit of it. It had been something ever since your childhood, you were afraid of.

Never haven grown out of that fear. There was a loud crash in the sky, making you scream into your pillow. Muscles contracted, sweat on your forehead as your body was shivering with fear. – “Make it stop, make it stop.” – you whispered out, trying to beg the Gods to end it. Another loud rumble that felt like it was right above you, made you shot up. Panting loud as you couldn’t take it anymore. Hurrying up to your feet, you ran out of your tent into the rain.

Running blind, hands covering up your ears as you dropped down in another tent. Astarion shot up at the sudden barge in his tent. His eyes widening as he saw you on your knees, panting loud. – “Y/n?” – he said softly. The hearing of your name made you look up in surprise to Astarion.

Lowering your hands you chuckled sheepishly. – “I…I…” – you then looked wonderous around, playing it out. – “Is this not my tent? Oh apologies Astarion, must have run into the wrong tent while I was outside. It is pouring outside did you know.” – you acted out nervously, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. Astarion positioned himself better, resting on arm on his pulled up knee. – “It’s the storm isn’t it?” – he asked. – “What? No.” – you puffed out, waving his comment away with a laugh.

There was another rumble, Gods fighting in the skies with lightning as it made you jump at Astarion. Knowing you were exposed now. You expected him to laugh at you or mock you for such a silly fear. Instead he tilted your chin up with his thumb for him to look in your eyes. – “Are you alright, Y/n?” – he asked. Knowing you couldn’t keep being brave, you shook your head. There was another rumble in the storm as he felt your muscles tense.

The nervous fidgeting from before suddenly clear to him. – “You may stay here, if you like.” – he offered. It made you blink surprised. – “Really?” – you answered. He nodded making some room for you. – “Don’t worry I won’t bite.” – he spoke holding his hands up as you laid yourself down. – “Unless you want me too darling.” – he breathed out, flashing a smile at you.

Astarion laid himself down on his back beside you. – “Try to relax Y/n. The storm can’t harm you here.” – he spoke staring at the ceiling. Hearing it pour outside as the sky rumbled from time to time. – “I’m sorry…” – you said laying on your side, looking at his profile. Astarion’s brows furrowed. – “What for?” – he wanted to know keeping his gaze on the ceiling. – “For this… my foolish fear of storms…” – you explained. – “It’s not foolish.” – he answered listening to the rain hit the tent.

“I know I should be over it, but somehow I can’t… ever since I was small.” – you explained further feeling comfortable enough to tell Astarion about it. Astarion rolled over as his eyes met with yours. – “I know how hard it is to let go of past fears.” – He replied in a husky voice. Astarion reached for your hand, holding it dearly. – “No storm will ever harm you again.” – he whispered with comfort. A small smile formed on your lips, feeling a bit shy from the way he was gazing at you.

Astarion felt that the muscles in your hand weren’t as tense as before. More relaxed. He watched you close your eyes, becoming unbothered by the storm outside. The storm passed after a while. Making way for the morning as some birds came chirping early around the tent. Astarion slowly woke up, humming sleepy. He tensed his arms, feeling a body press firmer against his chest as his arms had wrapped it.

His eyes opened looking down to see you were laying in his arms. It made him stare frozen at the display. Somehow during the night he had taken a hold of you. Wrapping his arms around you and keeping you close to his body. He saw how comfortable and at peace you were in his arms. It made him smile, resting his chin on top of your head. Enjoying the last moments before you’d wake up. Astarion felt you wake up as he loosened his grip around you.

Lifting your head up hazily, you met up Astarion’s eyes. – “Morning darling.” – he said with a teasing smile. You smiled back at him. His gaze shifting from your eyes down to your lips. Eyes widening, you gasped loud, getting up. Astarion got up as well. – “I can’t survive their teasing if they saw me leave your tent.” – you called out knowing the others would taunt you annoyingly with it to the bone. You popped your head up, looking around if anyone was already awake. – “At least they have something to talk about then." - Astarion replied making you chuckle.

“Thank you.” – you whispered to him before sneaking out of his tent. Astarion exhaled deep, laying himself back down, one arm under his neck. Smiling amusingly at how comforting pleasing he adored this kind of affection, he wasn’t quite used to.

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Baldur’s gate. You and your companions stood at the gates, looking up to the city walls. – “Isn’t it wonderous.” – Gale let out with a wave of his hands. – “I expected it to be more grand.” – Shadowheart replied unimpressed. Gale scoffed loud. – “Uncultured one.” – he mumbled under his breath. – “It has his charm.” – you cut in to appease Gale. Gale turned round to you. – “Thank you! Finally someone who can admire beauty.” – he let out.

You caught Astarion looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You returned his look with pulled up shoulders. Gale coming over broke your gaze with Astarion. Gale threw his arm around you. – “Allow me to show you all the wonders of Baldur’s gate. Seeing as it is your first time visiting the glorious city. I know a few spots you simply must visit Y/n.” – he said claiming you for himself. Astarion’s expression tensed that Gale had snatched you from under his nose.

You looked back at Astarion, hoping he’d come and take you away from Gale, but he did nothing. Gale walked through the gates with you, his arm still over you. Astarion kicked some tiny rocks away with his foot. – “Come on sour face.” – Karlach called out, exciting to enter the city. He sighed, following her into the city. He kept a close eye on you when Gale was parading you around.

Shadowheart came joining his side, looking over at you as well. – “If you stare any longer she might turn to stone.” – she said teasingly. Astarion cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from you.  – “I have no idea what you are talking about.” – he replied with a chuckle. – “You like her.” – she answered with a smirk. Astarion laughed loud, to hide the truth. – “Exceptionally delusional of you Shadowheart.” – he responded pinking a fake tear away.

“Oh, so those nights of cuddling in your tent are a fever dream right?” – Shadowheart answered glorious. Astarion chuckled mockingly. – “I’m going to f*cking kill you.” – he told her humouring. – “I see right through you, big boy.” – Shadowheart patted him against his chest before she took off. – “How… how did you even…” – Astarion questioned coming after her.

Shadowheart chuckled. – “You two aren’t really subtle.” – she answered. Astarion froze, thinking he had been very subtle. – “I saw her leave your tent once or twice.” – She then called out to him with a laugh. The group arrived at a tavern as Wyll called for refreshments. You finally were able to tear yourself away from Gale. Everyone entered the tavern as you stood last. Grabbing Astarion by his wrist to prevent him from entering.

He stared confused at you when you guided him a bit to the side of the tavern’s door. – “Well thanks for stepping in!” – you called out. – “You made me be stuck with Gale for the entire morning. Do you have any idea how many stories I’d have to endure of him. The most pointless explanation of Baldur’s culture accompanied by one of his long stories. He literally had something to say about every stone and you just let it happen. Let him talk my ears off. Have you not seen my helping eyes. Begging you to come and save me from his dire tales. No of course not, because you were too busy admiring yourself or chattering with Shadowheart.” – you called out in a rush of frustration.

Spilling every annoyance you had since this morning to him. Astarion chuckled as you were so lost in your speech train of yapping at him. – “Oh so this is funny to you!” – you said loudly, setting your hands on your hips. – “Excuse me sir that I am humorous to you. Would you like me to do a little dance with it?” – you let out spinning around.

As you were turning, you felt his hand go to your lower back, pulling you closer to him as you bumped against his chest. Before you could react more, he leaned down, kissing your lips to silence you. Still half in your frustration, you wanted to push him off, but he wouldn’t let you. Letting his other hand join your lower back as he deepened the kiss. You fully surrendered to him, kissing him back.

The kiss broke off as he gazed lovingly at your eyes. – “For the rest of the day you shall stick to me, darling. And the days after that.” – he said with a smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck. – “If you are ever in need of blood. I’m offering mine.” – you replied. Astarion trailed down your arm with his finger. Curling up a smile before he kissed you once more.

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[hiso03]

For the ask game, may i greedily ask for 1. Barry's dirty secret and a fic you want to talk about?

In fact, it's a job for the first day for the Halbarry week.

I use the "Hero/Civilian" prompt.

The idea is a bit simple, but basically it's about Hal as a lantern returning from a mission he decides to stay the night with his friend Barry from central city, however when he arrives at his house he finds everything off and quiet, so he starts investigating Barry's house and finds a secret that Barry had been keeping away from him for a while.

He needs to check some more, just something light to make sure Barry is safe and that he wasn't kidnapped by some interplanetary enemy who left that strangely titled ransom note. There's nothing weird or out of the ordinary with what he plan to do. It's just a friend protecting his friend. He'd do that for Ollie, John, or anyone else; not that he´s particularly interested in what's going on with Barry.

I'd probably also like to mention numbers 5 and 9.

Number 9 is also for Halbarry week and I wrote it pretty much about three or four days ago.

It has become one of the fics I enjoyed writing the most because the idea had been haunting me for a while, but I hadn't been able to write it.

It's inspired by the DC vampire universe and perhaps, to say the least, it's one of the darkest or weirdest works I've ever done and in fact when I mentioned the subject to my group of friends they looked at me confused.

Number 5 is one of the first fics I planned to write when I entered the fandom, but I've been putting it off a lot.

It's an alternate universe with no powers where Barry is a doctor and Hal is a police officer.

Hal meets Barry when he is injured and ends up being treated by him.

He immediately takes an interest in the doctor, but is given strict orders to only come if he is injured.

Hal complies and Barry is troubled and captivated by Hal's bizarre effort to get a romantic date with him.

[mr-nauseam]

Thanks to polls I can do one of my desired fic:

Two of hearts.

In Kirkland's strangely quiet life (if no one is trying to stab him and he has access to well-made scones it means all is quiet) an invitation in the post upsets his plans. He has been invited to the ninth wedding between Spain and Austria (this is the good one!) and he can bring a plus one.

When he thinks about who he might go with, only two people pop into his head: Portugal and France. 💙💜

Dynamics:

To be updated weekly.

You will be able to vote to choose what England will do

There are 4 end's: (EngPort, Fruk, Alone and ot3).

More details coming!

Any heta mate want be part of it? So I do a tag list ☺️

[kitsune024]

Undertale || Sans Fic Recs

Crossover : Harry Potter

Under the Veil by @poplasia I Chapters: 70/? I Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Friendship

Sugarless Milk Chocolate by @magioftheseas I Chapters 13/? I No Mercy Route, No Romance, Corruption, Descent into Madness, read the tags

“I’m really tired, so... You win, kid. I give up.” And, as awful as it is, those words are liberating. (In which Chara really needs a new method of making friends to murder with. Granted, this method they're going with might just work. Vaguely. Like, they have their moments at least. Circumstances are still pretty terrible, but it's still something.) (Also known as "Wow isn't that story title cute. Yeah uh, this story isn't very cute in context.")

[minnophee-writes]

Might write something for Johnny from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre game, he has me in a choke-hold <3

I'm about to write a fic for him I swear...

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

Netflix gave us the old man yaoi we never knew we needed.

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[muntitled]

Tic-Tac-Toe

Pairing: The Salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: Every Wednesday your schedule consisted of attending classes during the day, and satisfying the needs of a sadist through the night.

Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Violence, Kidnapping, Isolation, SociallyAnxious!Reader, Blindfolds, Stalking, Knives, Blood, Gore, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut (+18) mdni, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Insertion, Fingering, Rough Sex, Erotophonophilia, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Dacryphillia, Sadomasochism, Gunplay, Deepthroating, Breeding Kink, Unprotected sex

A/N: Hell is empty

4k Words

You're strapped in a chair, like always, and you are blindfolded because he doesn't trust easily.

It's terribly annoying.

At any point of during and after your little 'arrangement' you could have called the cops. Doesn't he understand that?

Every Wednesday, you're taken from the warmth of your apartment, and you're delivered right back at 00:00 on the dot, every Thursday with barely an inch of life left in your bones. You'd either always come back wet, with semen sliding between your thighs, or with mysterious marks- old and new- crawling underneath your sweater. Whatever mood he was in, he'd always leave you feeling sore.

It should have bothered you.

The thought of seeing this large, domineering shadow-in-a-suit every Wednesday should not overwhelm you with all these feelings of excitement. Instead, you should do like all the mentally ill girls do and just get some fucking help.

But you want him to trust you, for some reason.

Which was utterly ridiculous considering the fact that to him, you were something akin to a porcelain wind up toy for his amusement. You had no business requesting he remove the blindfold aspect but still, you asked anyway. Toy's couldn't be trusted, could they?

"I'd really appreciate it if I didn't have to wear one of these everytime I visit your place." He removes the blindfold, and in a second, your vision is filled with nothing but him. One moment you were in the cozy warmth of your dorm room. Curled up on the couch while your roommate spends her youth effectively- out with boyfriends and friends and everything you didn't have. You answered the front door when you heard his special knock, like you always do. You walked with him to the cab. You let him put on the blindfold. You said 'I'm fine’ when the taxi driver got a little too nosy and you let him lead you away from your boring life.

If only for a few hours.

You'd let him do whatever he wanted for those few hours because such surrender was almost sacred. You forfeited your safety in his hands, to do with it whatever he pleased and in that, you found rest. Whatever happens, happens.

Forget this room- what was essentially his personal dungeon, windowless, red and boasting various torture objects- your eyes are only on him.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't feel the need to kidnap me anymore? We do this every Wednesday," You become more childish around him and he lets you. Like you forgot you are a fully autonomous university student. There was power in that too. "Surely we've established some sort of trust?” He doesn't respond to you immediately. You crane your head up at him, hungry to lock eyes with his cold, empty slits that enchanted you body and soul.

You are in love with him, perhaps.

That's a logical response isn't it?

You laugh almost.

Listening to yourself try to rationalize your fondness for such a horrible man.

Said horrible man is silent. All you hear is the clicking of his dress shoes as he moves to the leather seat directly across from yours. Your eyes scan over all his movements.

The right corner of his lip quirks up. A small coffee table creates the only distance between you and he bends over to pour you both a generous glass of Brandy on the rocks. You don't drink it. Ever since he's been bringing you here, you never do. He knows this, yet still he pours.

"This relationship isn't about trust." He says finally. Something inside you, that is perhaps a little broken, actually purrs at the sound of his voice. You're hyperaware of your thighs squeezing together on the leather seat. They're spilling out of the sundress you purposely wore today.

Lots of your clothes were for the function of comfort. Your body was full and curvy and not always something to be advertised, unless you wished it to. Tonight, you wanted to show off as much as possible.

A thick leather band is keeping both your wrists locked to the armrests, while he sits back, free and so irrevocably in charge it should scare you. It should. But the sick and incredibly deranged thing is that it doesn't.

Outside, the rain is beating down on whatever building you're in, casting a thick veneer of grey all across the city.

But inside this velvet room... your heart is hammering inside its cage as you watch him undo the buttons of his crisp suit. A black one today. Jet black like his hair.

Although-

"You've got more grey in your hair than last week." You can't help but say.

He tilts his head in inquisition. "Are you insulting me or complimenting me?"

"I'll leave that up to you to decide," you shrug your shoulders as much as you can under these limited restraints. At least he hasn't restrained your ankles this time. Progress. "In here, you're the boss. Right?"

He takes a sip of his drink until finally, you've finally locked eyes. Your bare toes curl and your back arches slightly as you sit a bit straighter in your seat. Like you're in a lecture hall, although he is far more interesting than any of your professors.

"I'm not as young as I used to be," he finally says as he takes one more sip of his drink before bringing his briefcase onto the coffee table. Its presence is ominous and so horribly loud for an inanimate object. It kickstarts all your dormant nerves, revving up all the rest of your senses that have yet to catch up to the fact that you were facing the man of both your desires and nightmares once again.

"Who have you told about our arrangement?" The question causes you to roll your eyes. He watches the petulant movement with that same, silent smile and blank eyes. He unclicks the briefcase. Your stomach lurches and your thighs squeeze together. Pavlov's dog.

"Every time you ask me-" an object clinks onto the table. A butcher knife.

You try to pull your eyes away from the objects he's placing on the table, one by one. "Everytime you ask me if I've told anyone about our arrangement-" another object. A wooden spoon beside the knife. "Everytime I tell you the same thing."

Your throat closes when he uncovers a dildo. Bright pink and fucking menacing. "Carry on talking." He says, snapping your gaze away from the objects lining the table.

"I don't have any friends." Your voice is wobblier. You try to deny the sight of the rabbit vibrator, "It's the reason you picked me." You clear your throat as you hoped to clear all the nerves beginning to fog your mind. "Someone could've followed me here. B-But I don't really know anyone enough to care." The final object that clunks onto the glass coffee table and this time, you're unable to look away.

"Are we ready to begin?"

The metal revolver laying quiet and undisturbed beside the rabbit vibrator makes everything else on the table look like children's toys. Even the butcher knife.

You pull at the restraints, your legs quivering slightly as you shift and writhe in the seat. He studies you as closely as you were once studying him. You can see the excitement begin to flood his eyes at the physical manifestation of your discomfort.

"Now you're getting it." He nods sardonically, taking another sip from his glass before placing the briefcase on the floor beside him. "You were a little too happy to see me," he joked, letting out an airy exhale of laughter.

"You wanna hazard a guess as to what we'll be playing today?" He's smiling, genuinely. With that look in his eyes you can tell he's hovering in the clouds. Meanwhile you've begun to feel real fear. No matter how regular these visits might become you'd never get used to him. It's impossible. Not when he found new and daring ways to torture and pleasure you every single week. You couldn't get used to something as brash and unconventional as him. Like the conditions of a child in a broken home, he kept his tactics inconsistent so that every week is a new hell or perhaps- depending on his mood- heaven.

"If I guess wrong?" You swallow thickly and something dark in him settles. He spreads his legs more, there's a twitch inside his lips before he smiles again.

"Well, guessing isn't the game, so you'll be fine."

You nod your head... assessing the objects. There's menacing objects and household objects. Even just looking at them you can tell what they all have in common.

"Am I going to have to insert-"

"You're not guessing." His voice booms. He rests his elbow on the armrests, his hands corded with veins seem itching to do something, you're not sure what. "I said guess." He commands.

"Hide and seek?"

He snickers, "A favourite-"

"More like your favourite." You snip back, "I couldn't sit down the whole week." You frown at the memory. That week he'd brought you to an abandoned warehouse, letting you run the entire perimeter full.

"It's in your best interest to keep coming to our sessions-" he reminds you, snapping you back into the present.

"You're paying my university fees, I'm not complaining." You nod, before plastering a thin smile on your face, "All I have to do every week is prostitute myself to a literal sadist-"

"Have you given up on guessing today's game?" He didn't like you making him hyper aware of the fact that this dynamic, whatever it is, is considered objectively bad. And so you're not surprised when he swiftly moves past the topic.

He leans forward. His large hand disappears under his chair before uncovering a small whiteboard. Four lines- 2 horizontals are running across 2 verticals, creating 9 blocks. He stands up, while your eye is still focusing on the board. From your point of view it sits underneath the row of objects on the table. You don't even realize your right wrist strap is being untied.

"Colour?" He asks, pushing a crate of whiteboard markers towards you. With your now free hand you pick the pink one.

He snickers. "Predictable." He whispers before placing a large, domineering hand on your head. He presses down your braids, patting you like a stray he's rescued from the cold. You stare aimlessly ahead, fearing you won't be able to contain everything you've begun to feel for him if you lock eyes now.

"We're playing tic-tac-toe," he relents. His hand lingers on your head a bit longer before he's stepping away.

"With a twist, I presume?"

"Clever girl," he nods, walking back to his seat. "So you're aware of the objects."

"Place a gun in front of a girl and she's going to notice."

"Paranoid girl." He tsks before leaning forward.

"You want to start or should I?"

"Wait-" you swallow, "What happens if I win?"

He smiles that dazzling, debonair smile.

"You pick which one goes inside you."

Lightning cracks across the sky. A chorus of thunder roars all at once like some kind of phenomenon and your lips stutter open.

"Th-That's insane I-"

"I shouldn't have to remind you that you came here out of your own volition. "

"What happens if you win?"

"Then I choose." He says.

Your eyes skate over the object. It doesn't take an ivy league graduate to hazard a guess as to which of the objects he's itching to stick inside you.

"There's a fucking knife here-" You're trembling. Tears are pooling in your eyes. It doesn't even matter that you're a somewhat decent tic tac toe player. It doesn't matter that you're confident in this game. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

"And there's also a spoon," he nods, neutrally, "And a vibrator, and a dildo. Etcetera. Etcetera." He leans forward, unclicking his whiteboard pen, "your words are just words, Darling. You're just listing things. Start," he says, with a deadly lilt in his voice. "Or I will."

You scramble to uncap your marker with one hand, all while he watches with dead and black eyes. You knew that whoever starts the game was placed at a big advantage and so you're nearly scrambling to place that dignified X in the center block.

"Clever girl." He says once again, drawing his blue 'O' directly beside your pink 'X'. You aim for the block above him. He blocks it. You aim for the block beside the center. He blocks that too.

Your victory comes too quickly. You barely feel it as you strike a line vertically through the blocks. 3 X's.

Relief washes over you but it's overcast with doubt. Like you're celebrating in trepidation as you watch him stand up.

"Congratulations! Which do you choose?"

"I can pick anything?" You ask, staring up at him, bright eyes wild with the adrenaline that comes with wanting to preserve your organs.

"Anything you want, my little winner."

You begin to lean over. His eyebrows quirk up when you wrap a small hand around his wrist.

"I pick that." You say breathlessly. Your eyes zeroed in on his hands at his side. And you watch as he walks towards you, as if compelled by an unforeseen force. His palms are calloused underneath yours and you blow out several unstable breaths as he stands above you. So imposing it's breathtaking.

"You sure?" It's the way he asks it that has you second guessing. And perhaps he sees the caution seeping into your eyes because there's excitement lurking in his. Before you're even able to formulate a response, his hand is locked tightly around your esophagus, vacuuming all pathways shut until you're writhing for air.

"A fine, fine choice," He's becoming more and more riled up the more you writhe in your seat, trying to scrounge for a single breath of air. He doesn't let you. Instead he moves behind you, before leaning down.

If you could breathe, you would shiver at the feeling of his lips behind your ear. "Here we go-" he whispers, before reaching around your torso with his free hand before forcing your legs open. The second he lets his three digits stab into your cunt, he uncurls the grip on your throat as you make a horrid sound somewhere between a moan, a scream, and a haggard gasp. "FUCK- Sl-Slowdown-" you knew better than to request something like that. All you hear is a snicker from behind you as pain blossoms all across your nether regions. He's not gentle. He's not kind. He doesn't allow you to adjust to his fingers before he's scissoring them inside you, causing a blood-curdling scream to rip itself out of your throat. Your back is arched and you're trying to get away from him but the fucking persists.

"You've been wet like this for me the entire time?" He sounds absolutely demented, behind you, "You wanted this didn't you?" He bites at your ear as the first tears begin to pool at your eyes, "My little winner."

"P-Please stop-" His fingers are restless inside you. Curling and uncurling. Scissoring and stabbing as if wanting to open you up and split you all the way in half.

"What a pretty little pussy, huh? Look at what a mess you're making."

"When-" you can't form words. "When- Stop?" It's all you're able to say as your nails dig into the material of his suit.

"The sooner you cum the sooner it stops."

You doubted your ability to cum under these circumstances. He's setting an ungodly pace and it's all so hurried and in a frenzy, it's like your brain does not have time to understand if you even like what's currently being done to you.

"What- Do you want you want my help?" you begin to shake your head. "I'll help you, baby-"

His other hand reaches over and pinches your clit.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm is quite literally forced out of you. Your hips writhe and your ass tries to leave the seat as the first feelings of pleasure rip through you by force. "That's it, Clever girl," he coos, still curling his fingers inside you, "That's my Clever girl." He says once more before stilling his movements. For a second you just sit there, trying to collect your breath while he's still inside you. All at once, his hands are removed from your body.

He grabs a handkerchief from his breast pocket and you watch him clinically wipe his hands before erasing the marks on the board with the same cloth. A very clear boner pushes against his black slacks yet still his face is calm.

"Alright, My turn to start-"

"WHAT!? B-But I won." You scream, absolutely seething with desperation.

"You know everyone who plays 'X' has a significantly higher chance at winning-" You say with your eyes narrowed. He nods.

"And you know that too, which means we each should be granted alternating times to play ‘X’. Regardless if you won or not." You slump in your seat, suddenly far too aware that your bare cunt is exposed.

"Don't mope." He says, "It's not cute." Before drawing his 'X' in the center.

You close your legs, sitting upright with a new zeal of self preservation as you grab ahold of your marker.

You draw your pink 'O' underneath his.

You both play many more rounds. All ending in ties. This is how you play- with a frazzled grip and closed legs. A shiver every now and then overcomes you with the gravity of your aftershocks. His snickers bring your eyes up to his. He speaks as he makes his move.

"You're so focused on blocking," he sighs, "You're not even trying to win anymore-"

"I'm not letting you stick a knife in my cunt." You nod in finality before blocking another move.

"Not even if I say please?" He asks, making a faux pout.

"Fuck off."

"In that case, I have to win."

Your heart kickstarts as he pushes his pen to the board. Images flash across your mind. Blood splattered across his gorgeous face. Your blood as he fucks the sharp end of a knife inside you. You nearly vomit while he speaks. “Easy as-" you block him.

"Tic-" you block him again.

"Tac-" you block him some more

"Toe- I Win."

A victory that somehow escaped your vision. He strikes a line diagonally through the squares and your stomach sinks. He stares at you from across the room. His eyes so deeply satisfied you can feel it radiating off of him in waves.

You lower your teeth to the other restraint, violently trying to free your left wrist from its oppressive hold. And you watch as the devil slowly rises.

Your heart aches. Your brain is sent into complete alarm as your flight or fight kicks in and your sympathetic nervous system fires.

"Now, which one would look pretty inside you?" He drags his fingers along the objects, undoubtedly an act of taunting. You stomp your feet on the ground. You try to push the chair underneath you but it's plastered to the floor.

"Please!" Tears are running thickly. They cloud your vision. You don't even see the way his smile falls enough for him to rub over the bulge in his slacks.

"Fuck," he says gravelly as he relents and picks up the gun. "You're so fucking pretty when you're scared out of your fucking mind. You know that?"

You shake your head as he nears, wondering if this might really be the end. Has your body become too worn out by his games? Has the time for him to discard his toy finally dawned on you both? Is he all grown up with no need for such things as toys?

"PLEASE-NO-"

"Open your mouth." He's standing in front of you, your head directly in front of his raging bulge.

You shake your head, trying to move away but he rips your face towards him. "Listening to me is the only choice you have to make it out alive, Baby. You wanna live, don't you?" He's nothing but a tall figure, with the overhead lights shining around his head like a halo. Your face right by his bulge.

"Little girl needs to go to school." He nods, eyes fluttering shut, "She needs to complete her studies and get a good job so she wouldn't have to meet with scary men like me- Fuck-" it riled him up to no end to have you scared of him. You suppose it triggered a part of him that craved attention. He needed to feel like he existed and if that was reeped from fear then so be it.

"Stick the barrel in your mouth," the bottom of his hand coaxed open your jaw, and, as if on autopilot, you listen. Perhaps there is a way out of this. Perhaps you should just listen.

"That's it... Fuck," he brings your free hand up to rub his erection "That's it, Baby, stick it inside your mouth." Cold metal hits your lower teeth, "Stick it in like you would a cock." He says, looking down at you intently as your tongue unfurls and you suck the barrel in. "Shit-" he places his other hand on the back of your head before forcing you to take the gun deeper down your throat. He's trembling. Far too badly. And so is his finger on the trigger.

"Fuck, you're such a fucking whore, you know that?"

You're gagging and flailing around the barrel, saliva slides down.

So desperate to please him.

In your hast you don't even realize your left hand that had been restrained is now free. Your eyes are closed.

Please him.

Just please him and you'll live.

"That's my brainless girl..." he praises and that rouses something in you. It has your hips bucking against nothing.

"Such a stupid girl..." he continues, "You're gonna ride me, aren't you? You're gonna fuck me so good-" You're not about to tell him that sex wasn't supposed to be apart of this game. You're not stupid.

You faintly hear the sound of a belt unlooping. A zipper siding down. "You're making me so happy, baby." He admits before effortlessly lifting you from the chair until you're straddling him.

You're free.

When did that happen?

"F-Fuck, I need you to ride me." His head is leaning back against the chair. His tie hangs messily from his shirt that has two buttons undone.

You're free.

"Don't try anything," he warns, as he lifts you enough to pull his cock out of his pants. "Matter of fact. Keep it in your mouth while you ride me-" He slams you down onto his cock the very second those words leave his mouth. He's fucking into you with recklessness and fury and violence. His hair falls in his face but the gun is too heavy, without a hand there, it nearly slips from your mouth.

He's careful to catch it, forcing the barrel back in your mouth as he places a hand on your ass, controlling how your ass bounces on his lap. The gun offers motivation like no other. It has you arching your back and swirling your hips as you tighten your cunt around him.

He sticks the gun down too far and you gag. "You trying to get me to cum, huh? You little slut-" you nod, the tears still spilling as pleasure begins to stream through your brain. It has you excited by the prospect of being held at gunpoint. You realize with grave certainty that you've arrived at the point of no return.

"What a good girl- fuck-" he's ramming up into you, his hand on the gun twitching like his cock does. "I'm gonna fucking cum- FUCK-" he does and your orgasm immediately barrels into you at the exact same time. You try to ride him, to milk it as much as you can, to continue to make him happy.

"Such a stupid fucking slut-" he whispers, eyes hooded as his hips still spurt cum into you.

Your ears perk. You see his finger on the trigger move. You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear a click.

"Such a silly girl." You hear him say. "Don't worry, Baby, it isn't loaded." You're still in your body. You're still alive, on his lap, your sundress unfurling around you both.

"Not yet anyway."

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[frownyalfred]

thinking about the expert masseuse Alfred hired for the family that is paid a small fortune annually to provide massage services and ignore so, so many things. No questions, no remarks, just quality service and an ironclad NDA that, if broken, would probably topple said masseuse’s entire family line.

Things Alfred is paying them to ignore, in no specific order:

Bruce’s spinal hardware courtesy of Bane :)

weird amounts of muscle on everyone, even the kids (despite them allegedly not working physical jobs)

scars

FRESH scars

the fact that every joint in Bruce’s body clicks when moved/manipulated at the tender age of 42

Olympic athlete level physiques

rotator cuff injuries across the whole family

scars that are definitely from bullets and/or acid splashes

old signs of what looks like torture (Bruce)

Dick’s entire left arm is basically screws and plates (he “fell really bad” once)

every single family member takes deep tissue massage with max pressure with 0 complaints

calluses

no really, the weirdest fucking calluses

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

[frost-queen]

To serve and protect (Reader!Graham x Leon Kennedy)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine

Summary: You are Ashley's sister, taken by the Los Illuminados instead of her. When Leon rescue's you, it starts off rocky as you don't seem to like each other. While escaping together, your bond grows where you find it hard to be seperated from each other. When taken, Leon goes feral without you, doing everything in his power to save you. Found, he kisses you passionate, having needed you.

Leon sneaked in the dark corridors. A few torches lighting his way. He neared a door as he approached it slowly. Cautious he opened the door with a creaking sound. – “Y/n?” – he said peering inside through the small gap he left open. – “Y/n Graham are you in here?” – he asked pushing the door further open with his elbow. – “Y/n?” – he called out stepping into the room. His quick reflexes made it easy for him to deflect the sudden attack. Your groaning as you swung the object was a clear warning as well.

Leon moved out of the way seeing you lose your balance as the heavy candleholder hit the flooring. – “Just let me go.” – you breathed out using all your strength to lift the candleholder back up. – “Just listen.” – Leon responded as you swung at him again with a groan. He caught the object before you could hurt yourself in the process. – “Easy with that!” – he addressed throwing the candleholder to the ground. It made you gasp at his strength.

You backed away when you noticed the gun in his hand. – “My name is Leon.” – he said taking a step closer. Hitting the wall with your back, you felt there was no way out. – “I’m here on the president’s orders…” – he continued as you weren’t listening. Only thinking about one thing. Your escape. While Leon seemed to be focused on you, you glanced briefly to the side, taking a run for it.

Leon sighed deep. – “That went well.” – he said to himself. You slowed down in the corridor passing a large window. Gaze caught by something outside. Leon got in motion, quickening his pace to keep up with you. He slowed down, storming over when he found you once more. – “It is dangerous out there.” – he said approaching. – “I need you to listen to me!” – he made clear pulling hard on your elbow to turn you to him.

You moved back, forcing your arm out of his grip. – “Take a look outside pretty boy!” – you called out, gesturing at the window. Leon pushed you outside making you look bothered at him. His eyes widened brief at the sight of the angry mob outside. Torches lit as they were making their way to the entrance. – “So what’s the plan pretty boy?” – you asked with a witty glance. Leon huffed brushing past you. He walked across, looking down as he heard the door open. The angry Spanish mob entering.

He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you along. You tore yourself away from him. – “Have you ever heard of a gentle approach?” – you shout-whispered to him. He smiled sarcastically with a taunting bow. – “I am sorry I didn’t know we were taking a calm stroll at this hour.” – he mocked. You threw him a childish smile to make clear he wasn’t funny at all. Leon grabbed you roughly again, squeezing hard at your arm. He let go of you by a window, looking down.

“If this is how it is going to be from now on, I’d rather not have your hands on me.” – you told him bothered. Leon looked over his shoulder to you. – “If you didn’t linger I wouldn’t have to drag you.” – he responded angering you even more. You clenched your hands with a firm stomp. Leon saluted you before dropping out of the window. Blinking surprised you stared down. – “Jump!” – Leon said gesturing for you to do so. – “Are you!” – you shouted, looking over your shoulder suddenly lowering the tone in your voice.

“Are you mental?” – you told him. – “I’ll catch you.” – he responded. – “You better!” – you answered. Feeling a bit anxious you knelt down, carefully bringing your leg over the edge. – “Today Y/n.” – Leon sighed out. You shot him a cold glare to shut the hell up. You brought your other leg over the edge sitting down. In the background you heard the mob of villagers approach. – “You better catch me Leon!” – you insisted trying to hide you were scared to the bone.

“Just jump Y/n.” – Leon responded. You closed your eyes for a second, shuffling closer to the edge. Opening your eyes, you let yourself drop down. Well aware of the fact you could hit the ground and break a few things. Leon huffed loud when he caught you. Bending a bit through his knees to ease the impact. – “Told you.” – he said with a smug face. You groaned annoyed, pushing yourself off him. Leon set you down on the ground with no protest.

He turned his head hearing the commotion inside. You yelped when he grabbed you tightly by your wrist, dragging you along. The rain clouding your vision as you were partly glad Leon was leading the way and your feet just had to follow. You gasped seeing lighted torches in the distance. – “Pick up the pace Graham!” – Leon shouted over the rain. You nodded firm, picking up the pace. Leon let go of you, holding his gun in the ready. He came to a stop as you bumped against his back, hearing him grunt annoyed.

Gasping loud you saw the mob had formed in front of him as well. Leon started shooting as you covered up your ears. Leon grunted at how many bullets these people would take before going down. It never could be simple. – “Stay close!” – Leon ordered while firing. You looked frantically around seeing the mob circling around you. – “Leon!” – you yelled. Leon turned round as you duck down. His arm swaying over your head, firing at those close to you. He groaned firing at those in front of him once more.

“They are too many!” – he cursed out. He grabbed you by the wrist once more, taking a run for it. He deflected the mob, avoiding their torches and grabby hands at you. You withheld a scream as this was too terrifying for you. Leon led you away to a bridge in the distance. The bridge wobbled under your weight, yet Leon didn’t care. He let go of you, pausing to shoot as you continued to run. Huffing and puffing loud as the rain washed your tears away.

“Over here!” – you heard loud and clear. As if your prayers have been heard. A man was holding a door open, waving you in. You looked briefly at Leon to where he was. He was still shooting. You weren’t sure to trust him but being inside was perhaps better than staying out here. You fastened your run. Looking again you saw Leon was following you. He easily caught up with you, surpassing you. He entered first, waiting by the door. – “Hurry!” – he called out, urging you to get a move on.

You jumped inside as Leon closed the door behind him. Out of breath you held your hands on your knees. Leon approached you, resting a hand on your shoulder. He lifted his head, attitude changing. –“You!” – he said angered approaching Luis. – “Hey!” – Luis said backing away. – “Listen about earlier…” – he chuckled nervous. – “Yeah about that!” – Leon shouted back, cornering him. Leon pushed Luis against the wall with his fist on his chest. Luis’s arms up.

His gaze shifted to the side. – “Hey, I see you found your missing Senorita.” – he said flirty with a smile. You approached him. – “The senorita has a name!” – you bit back. – “The name’s Y/n and who the hell are you!” – you asked. – “Luis.” – he answered, lowering his hand to take yours. Leon pushed his firmer against the wall before he could bring your hand up to his lips. Luis chuckled in pain. – “Great we all have names!” – Leon answered bothered.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? ” – Leon asked. Luis chuckled. – “Those are all good questions, but you might want to check the windows.” – he said motioning with his head. Leon turned his head seeing the angry mob of villagers had found their way through the first gate. – “Y/n hide!” – Leon ordered. You looked around for anywhere to hide as there was nothing. Luis walked over to a fallen closet. – “Here help me with this.” – he asked Leon.

Leon made his way over, lifting the closet with him. You bend a bit through your knees, staring at a gap in the wall. You looked over to Leon who nodded. – “Okay…” – you said a bit uncertain, crawling into the space. – “It won’t take long.” – Leon said as Luis looked not so certain of that at him. You hummed loud as the last thing you saw was the closet being lowered, leaving you in complete darkness.

“Leon!” – you called out. Leon grunted as one of the los Illuminados grabbed a hold of him. He struggled to keep him at bay. You quickly looked around for any weapons. You saw a loose plank stick half out from the wooden platform you found yourself upon. You rushed over to it, grabbing the wood to wiggle it loose. – “Hold on.” – you said struggling a bit to get it out. Leon was fighting for dominance, punching his fist on the man’s shoulder to loosen his grip. The plank shot loose making you almost fall backwards out of balance. You came to a quick stop near the edge, having found your balance just in time.

Raising the plank you ran up to the man with it, giving him a good whack. The plank splintered after hitting the back of his head. You stared in shock at the broken plank in your hand. The man exhaled loud through his nose, turning his head to you. – “Y/n run!” – Leon shouted. You dropped the plank, backing away. The villager dropped Leon, turning his attention to you. – “Like hell you are!” – Leon spoke, lifting his chest up. He fired at the man’s legs wanting to slow him down.

You started to run over the wooden bridges boarded together by planks. Leon got up shooting more to keep him away from you. You screamed loud, jumping back when a plank broke underneath the weight of your foot. You watched as the plank pieces dropped to the ground, staring through the gap. Gasping loud you turned round seeing how close the man was.

Leon clenched his jaw jumping on his back. The villager started to sway his arms around trying to get Leon off. He wandered further as you had to move out way for them. The villager bumped against some barrels with Leon on his back. Leon grabbed his knife jamming it in his neck. He jumped off the villager, ducking and rolling to a stop.

The villager fell against the barrels again gurgling on his own blood. Leon pointed his gun at him, firing. – “Sh- “ – it was too late that Leon saw that the barrels were explosive. They exploded,  a ball of fire booming up in the middle. The impact made you fall backwards. Leon stumbled down, covering his eyes up. – “Y/n!” – he immediately shouted, getting up to his feet. The fire started to thin out giving him a view of the other side. – “I’m okay.” – you answered making him sigh out of relief.

Your eyes stared at the burning bridge, slowly breaking apart. Burning planks dropped to the ground, creating an even larger gap. Leon gestured at you, not even needing to say it. Moving a bit backwards, you took a leap to jump. You jumped Leon wrapping his arms around you as he caught you. Pressing your body close to his as he had to break his fall by holding on to the railing. – “You okay?” – he asked holding you by the chin.

You nodded staring back at him. Leon’s gaze went down to your lips making his part slightly. You subconsciously leaned forward, wanting it too. Leon pressed gently on your chin, parting your lips. He swiftly moved his head to the side, hearing more. He grunted pulling you up. Taking your hand you started running again. – “Are they ever going to give us some peace?” – you called out frustrated. Leon smirked at your comment.

“Y/n!” – he said only needing to point. You nodded letting go of his hand. You went behind some barrels, using all your strength to push them. They fell as you gave them another push to send them rolling. You backed away as Leon stood already ready with his gun. You went behind him, resting your hand on his back to let him know you were near. Leon fired hitting the barrels as they caught fire. It clashed against the villagers as they exploded.

Villagers screaming loud as their bodies burned or got torn to pieces. Leon took your hand again, running away. You saw a villager beside you, ducking down. Leon moved his arm over you, shooting her down. She tipped over the edge with a scream as you straightened your posture once more. Leon and you smiling briefly at each other. Your teamwork sure had improved over the course of time. Where at first you bickered a lot with sarcastic remarks, you were now almost desperate to have the other one near.

Unable to function if the other is not in a close proximity. You started running again making your way down. You came at the next section leaving it behind you. Wandering the woods with him. Leon caught you looking a bit saddened. – “Hey you okay Y/n?” – he asked. You shrugged your shoulder a bit, deflecting his question. Leon took you by the shoulder, putting you to a stop. – “Tell me.” – he practically begged.

You took a breath, looking away. The wind was ruffling through the trees. The moon up high, lighting the tips of a castle in the distance. – “I’m…I’m just wondering if this nightmare is ever going to end.” – you confessed. It had been event after event. Starting to feel like a never-ending story. – “It will!” – Leon made clear taking your hand. – “I’ll make sure of it.” – he tilted his head, wanting you to look back at him. So you did with a faint smile. – “I promise you I’ll get you out. When this is over you’ll be with your father and sister again.” – he said as you hummed jokingly.

Your sister. You hadn’t thought about her in a while. Ashley. You wondered what it would be if she was here instead of you. She’d probably scream her lungs out at every given opportunity. Leon rested his palm against your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin. It made you smile, unable to resist his charm. Standing still made you realize how tired you actually were. You almost collapsed as Leon caught you. Immediately worried for your state. He looked around, spotting a cabin or shed in the distance. – “We’ll rest there.” – he said helping you walk to it. He opened the door letting you sit down. You sighed exhausted.

Leon sat himself down as well, checking how many bullets he had left. He glanced to his side, seeing how you were close to falling asleep. – “You should catch some sleep.” – he suggested. – “What about you?” – you answered rubbing your eye. Leon chuckled. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he told you. You yawned crawling a bit closer to him. Leon moved his arm up so you could place your head on his lap. So you did looking up to him as he lowered his arm, hand resting on you. – “Go to sleep Y/n. I promise you nothing will get to you.” – he said. – “I know.” – you whispered back turning to your side, eyelids weighing heavily down.

Leon tapped you gently on your shoulder. You gasped loud, jumping awake. Looking at Leon you saw him bring his finger to his lips to keep you quiet. You nodded staying silent. You moved off his lap so he’d could get up. Gun in the ready. You knew the drill. Go in hiding and wait till Leon told you it was safe enough to come out. You hid behind some crates hearing rumor outside. Leon neared the window, suddenly started as the glass broke. An arm going through it as it clamped around his neck.

“Leon!” – you gasped out wanting to help him. – “No!” – he grunted so you’d stay put. He struggled to get the arm from around his neck as it was choking him. You jumped out of your skin hearing more glass break behind you. Los Illuminados creeping inside. You screamed backing away. They were swarming in, approaching you from each side. – “No!” – Leon called out going crazy. He started to punch the guy harder to let go. Two villagers grabbed you. – “Let me go!” – you called out, kicking your way out.

Leon broke free, flipping the guy over his shoulder to the ground. He fired a few shots in his head. – “I’m coming Y/n!” – he shouted firing again. You kicked and clawed your way out, but they were with too many, grabbing you. You got picked up, flung over a man’s shoulder. – “Leon!” – you cried out in a panic, slamming your fists against his back. Leon’s eyes widened shooting a way through. – “Y/n!” – Leon shouted back fighting his way over to you. He was raging, moving like a desperate mad man to reach you.

You screamed again as Leon suddenly got hit from behind. He dropped to his knees feeling lightheaded. – “Leon!” – you screamed wanting him to wake up. Leon wobbled wonky till another strike against his head send him down. Darkness falling before his eyes as your screams faded out. Leon shot awake and alert. – “Y/n!” – he called out, gun in ready. It took him a second to remember what had happened. How he got ambushed. He pressed his fist onto the ground in anger. – “I’ll make them pay!” – he said loudly.

“I’m coming for you Y/n!” – Leon got up ignoring the pounding in his head. He pushed the door open with his shoulder. His gaze went to the castle in the distance. Knowing for sure they’d keep you there. Leon clenched his jaw, checking his bullets one last time. He then made his way over to the castle. When he neared it, remained he low. Staying out of sight. – “Stay close Y/n.” – he whispered. It slipped out so naturally he even glanced over his shoulder. Once it hit him you weren’t there, he was overcome with sadness.

He had gotten so used to your presence now, he missed it even more now. Determination rising, he hurried his way inside the castle. – “Hang on Y/n.” – he mumbled to himself as he entered. Leon fought his way in. Killing Los Illuminadios after another. No foe too great stood in his way to reach you. He held one cloaked figure down with his foot. – “Where is she?” – he shouted pointing his gun down. – “Where is Y/n!” – he demanded to know.

The cloaked figure squirmed underneath his grip. Leon grunted loud, jamming his knife in his eye. He wasn’t waiting around for an answer. If he had to tear this place apart, brick by brick he would just to find you. – “Y/n where are you?” – he shouted kicking a cloaked figure over the balcony down. Firing again he went onwards. Nothing could stop him from reuniting with you. His mission, his task, his bullet to his gun. Running with the sound of war, he fought his way through the castle. No enemy able to hide or run from him.

Leon threw a grenade down the hall. It blew up, cloaked figures and stone wall flying around. Leon pressured on in search for you. He came near a door hearing voices come through it. – “Y/n!” – he shouted, kicking the door in. His eyes widened seeing you tied up on your knees. Blood smeared on your face in a symbolic way. – “Leon!” – you cried out in agony. Leon grunted. – “Let her go you sick bastards!” – he shouted.

The cloaked figures around you leaped at him. Leon started firing. One remained by your side, pulling your head back. It only fueled Leon’s anger more. Leon demolished the place and took his vengeance out on the cloaked figures. He ran up to the last one by you, kicking him back. Leon jumped on him, taking pleasure in carving his knife across his neck. The cloaked figure started to choke on his blood as Leon pressed the knife into the cut. Panting loud as he pushed the knife deeper into his throat.

He dropped his knife, clattering to the floor out of breath. – “Leon!” – you called out. Leon sucked in a breath, hurrying himself over to you. – “What have they done to you?” – he whispered wiping the blood off your face. You started crying at his return. – “I knew you’d come for me.” – you cried out. – “Always.” – Leon whispered grabbing you by the chin. He shut his eyes kissing your lips deeply.

You kissed him back, struggling against the ropes around your wrists as you wanted to hold him. Leon’s kiss was full of passion as you felt it burn through your lips. He grasped for air letting his forehead rest against yours. – “Don’t separate from me ever again.” – he said staring at your lips eager to kiss you again. He left a tender kiss on your lips. – “What about when this is over?” – you questioned. You hadn’t really thought about the after. What would happen then. Leon’s expression tensed. – “I’ll figure something out. I just can’t breath without you Y/n.” – he responded kissing you once more.

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Beneath Chaos—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— amid the deadly Squid Game, you form a forbidden bond with Young-il, a married man. one night after lights out, seeking comfort, you ask him to stay by your side and things escalate.

warnings— no spoilers, age gap(reader is in her 20s, young-il is in his 40s), infidelity, oral(f!receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— for the newbies, y/n in all my stories is black but ofc, everyone can read <3 also this man has so many names, omfg.

Part II

The games had taken their toll on everyone. The latest round had been especially brutal, dead bodies across the arena, screams still ringing in your ears even after hours. Everyone was on edge, fear settling deep into their bones as they huddled in their corners of the dormitory, too paranoid to sleep.

You sat in the dim light, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to quiet your breathing. You glanced over to the group you had managed to stick with, Gi-hun, Jung Bae, Dae-ho, the rest and—Young il.

Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. He was older, quiet, and deliberate in his actions, his face lined with age and attractiveness. There was a steadiness to him, even in the chaos of the games, that drew you in despite your better judgment. You knew he had a wife, he had mentioned her being in the hospital when the group shared snippets of their lives. But the magnetic pull you felt toward him was undeniable.

The sleeping quarters was cold, the hum of fear in the air. You hesitated before shifting closer to him. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He turned to you, his expression calm but questioning. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish for even asking. “Can you—can you stay beside me tonight? I just, um, I don’t feel safe.”

He regarded you for a moment, his dark eyes scanning your face. Then, after a beat of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”

Relief washed over you as he moved closer, sitting beside you on the thin mattress. The proximity made your heart race, but you told yourself it was just the stress of the situation.

Hours passed, and the room slowly quieted as people succumbed to exhaustion. You and Young-Il lay on your sides, facing each other. The dim light cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the lines etched into his skin.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the answer to whatever you’re feeling right now,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You flushed, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know you’re married. I shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he said softly, his hand brushing against yours. “Let’s just forget everything for a moment.”

Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed yours, hesitating at first, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, but the weight of everything unsaid between you made it feel electric.

You pulled back suddenly, guilt flooding you. “I can’t. This isn’t right. You have a wife—”

“Don’t think about that right now,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Just stay with me.”

His lips captured yours again, this time more insistent. The kiss deepened, a hunger building between you as the world outside faded away. His hands roamed down your body and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. Your breath came in shallow gasps as he moved lower, his hands gripping your hips firmly. When he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and restraint.

You nodded, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest.

With deliberate care, he tugged down your sweats and underwear, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your thighs as he did. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

With his eyes locked on yours, his head lowered between your legs. His lips captured your bundle of nerves, sucking softly as a soft gasp left your lips. You pressed them together, not wanting to wake anyone to see what was taking place. His tongue flicked your clit sending more pleasure than you had ever felt throughout your body, making you shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured between your legs.

You nodded frantically, fingers lacing in his silky hair as he continued feasting on your pussy. His tongue glided from your hole back up to your clit then down again. He circled your hole, letting his tongue slip inside as he collected your juices on his tongue. Your free hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as he slipped a finger inside your pussy.

Your back arched from the bed as his skilled finger curled and his tongue sucked on your clit with ferocity.

“You’re doing so well, cum for me, cum on my tongue and my fingers,” he whispered.

Your fingers curled into the thin blanket beneath you as he continued, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger sending shivers down your spine. His movements became overwhelming and you pressed your lips together tightly as an intense orgasm washed over you making your back arch from the small bed.

“That’s it, good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

In that moment, the fear and chaos of the games melted away, leaving you wanting more. You trembled beneath him, breathless and aching, your skin tingling from the intensity of his tongue. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the dormitory. “I need more. Please.”

He stilled, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for something. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

His lips curved into a soft smirk, his hands sliding up your sides. “Then beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding, with dominance you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your chest won out. “Please,” you murmured, your voice soft but trembling with need. “Please, Young-il, I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he interrupted. He shifted to sit back on his knees, his hands deftly tugging his sweats and boxers down. He watched your reaction as he freed his hard cock, his gaze heavy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, one hand stroking over your hip as his other lined himself up at your leaking entrance. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, but, God, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises filling the space between you. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced beside your head. “You’re doing so well. So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts measured and deliberate. The quiet around you made every sound amplified, the soft rustle of sheets, skin slapping, the hitch in your breath, and his murmured words of adoration. “Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking with need. “Do it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You cried out softly, your hands clutching him as you surrendered, your body shuddering against his as your pussy gushed on his raw cock. He held you through it, his touch firm and grounding.

Moments later, he shifted, his body warm and solid beside you. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, lifting your leg over his hip as he slid into your throbbing cunt.

The angle made you gasp, your hand flying to his arm as he held you close. “You’re f-fucking me so good,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Stay with me. Feel everything, just like this. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”

Your breaths mingled as he began pounding into you harder and the rhythm grew more intense, both of you trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. His lips pressed against your ear. “Cum with me,” he urged, his voice a broken whisper. “Cum on my cock as I cum inside you, sweetheart.”

You clung to him as your orgasm took ahold of you once more, the world fading away as waves of warmth washed over you. His grip tightened, and his soft groan against your skin coupled with the feeling of his cum filling your pussy were the only confirmation you needed that he’d joined you.

When the high ended, he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, your forehead, your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and tender. “You’re going to get out of here. I promise.”

You nestled against him, his arms wrapped securely around you, the fear and chaos of the games momentarily forgotten.

[catchastarorten]

—Sleep well.

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader

Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.

Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!

Word count: 808

You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.

The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.

Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.

“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.

“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”

You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.

“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.

It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.

You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.

Within minutes, you were sound asleep.

Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.

“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”

Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.

“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.

Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.

Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.

Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.

Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.

“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.

“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.

[kitsune024]

 Halo & Mass Effect Fanfiction Crossover

Enduring the Flames of War by Masterdude21

A joint Asari-Turian operation salvaged a "package" from a derelict wreckage in the Terminus Systems, whereupon they release a force of war beyond their reckoning. Hoping to avoid another war, Commander Shepard recruits the "package" into her team. A simple act of kindness, unwittingly paving the way for a clash unlike the galaxy has ever seen. Fate directs the flames of war.

Chapters: 50/?