#honestly I just wanna see them show off that cuff more instead of us staring at the screen hoping for earcuff-chan to appear

[meganechan05]

The more I think about the possibility of Rita having a Haircut Arc, the more I kinda just wanna see them try to style it...

Or at least Himeno seeing the new cut, process it overnight, and then kick down Rita's office door with a bag of hairstyling tools and not taking no for an answer.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Fight Till the Very End - Jade

Author Notes: The header for this fic, which also serves as the inspiration for this is, comes from @thegoldenshi-shi and is a lovely design for Punk Jade (Follow the link to see the full picture!) I listened to Jane Child's "Don't Wanna Fall In Love" while writing this and I honestly had the time of my life. As a fair heads-up this fic contains a bit of a headcannon of mine involving Jade and his punk phase. I highly recommend both the song and the art! As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Fluff/ Flirtation/ Romance/ feat. punk Jade

Word Count: 1749

It was one of those days at NRC where you really didn’t know what to think. And truthfully, that wasn’t exactly odd when one lived at a magical school with a talking cat monster in a haunted house.

But this instance was unique because it also robbed you of words. So you didn’t say anything at all as you stared at Jade, who smiled at you in return. Far-too-pleased with himself, judging from his expression.

But he probably was pleased with himself. After all, he was the reason for your loss of words and utter surprise.

In your defense, though, it wasn’t everyday that one saw the usually well-pressed, carefully dressed Jade Leech in an outfit that could only be described as very, very punk.

With cornrows long enough to reach past his knees hanging from his now spiked-up hair, a chain connecting his pierced ear to a sparkly new nose ring, black cloth arm cuffs that extend from his wrists up to his biceps so that his shoulders were visible, and a low-cut top that showed a considerable amount of cleavage paired with silver necklaces that only accented his full black ensemble, you could definitely say this was different from Jade’s usual suit and tie.

It wasn’t a bad different, though. In fact, if you were to be honest, he looked really good. Frustratingly so.

Especially since something about Jade’s expression, from his amused smile to the glint in his mismatched eyes, made you feel like this was all part of some elaborate scheme.

You adored all of the Octatrio, but you were also no fool and knew perfectly well that all three of them enjoyed their little plots and games. So this being a part of some new plot was all too possible. 

But at the end of the day, you were never going to learn anything if you just kept staring at Jade. And the longer you stared in stunned and perhaps awed silence, the more amused the young man seemed to grow.

So at last you broke your silence, tilting your head as you continued to scan Jade’s new ensemble, “Well... You certainly are dressed up today. Is there something special going on, or…?”

You trailed off, half-pondering the possibility of some new event that required new clothes and half-hoping that Jade would fill in the rest for you.

And he didn’t disappoint, chuckling softly and shaking his head as he answered, “No, there’s nothing special going on… Rather, Floyd just happened to mention to me that you might wish to see how I dressed back before you arrived at NRC.”

His eyes were all a glimmer as he shifted, almost as if he were posing for you, but there was no way to ever prove it since Jade seemed to be perpetually posed. Another part of his charm, you supposed.

You blinked, refusing to give him what he wanted and instead questioning the obvious: “You had a punk phase?”

If he was disappointed, Jade didn’t show it. Rather, he seemed oddly pleased by your persistence in not reacting to his new look as he nodded, “Yes, I only changed my style of dress a little before you joined us at NRC.”

A part of you wanted to ask why he stopped, wondering if it had something to do with marketing the Mostro Lounge or himself with his infamous butler persona, but another part of you decided against it. 

After all, Jade was hardly one to really let others' impressions of him hold him back. It wasn’t like he hid his love of mushrooms, and he seemed to revel in others' occasionally frightened reactions towards his and his brother's general aura of illegal activities.

And perhaps concerns about someone using his jewelry as a handle to yank him down while he was indulging in said illegal activities had something to do with it. It would be tempting to use that chain against him after all if you were in a fight with Jade, though you honestly didn’t think it would do much good in the long run.

As you thought more about Jade going about his usual activities, a smile crossed your face at the mental image of Jade doing his usual work as part of the waitstaff in such get-up “Does Azul know you're dressed like this?”

The grin that spread across Jade’s face was perfectly evil, “No.”

You nodded, letting out a little “Uh huh,” as you began to circle the young man. Taking a closer look at his entire ensemble.

“How did you get your hair to grow out so fast? Extensions?” You eyed the many, many cornrows that swayed with every motion he made. Half impressed by how tightly they were braided.

“Magic, Dear. Floyd helped.” You almost rolled your eyes at the way his explanation rolled off his tongue. Magic. Of course they could use magic to grow their hair out if they wanted.

You finally made your circuit back around the young man, and Jade’s eyes immediately latched back onto your face. The amusement within their depths was obvious as he continued to gaze at you. Ever patient as the two of you played whatever this game was.

“Why did Floyd think I’d be interested in seeing you all,” You gestured vaguely to Jade as you paused, searching for the right word as you fought to keep the smile off your face, “Dressed up?”

The more you evaded actually giving your thoughts on his attire, the more amused Jade seemed. And both of you knew why.

It was because he looked nice. In fact, he looked practically beyond nice. He looked amazing, rather like a devastatingly attractive bad boy male lead from an 80’s movie whose sole purpose was to sweep some poor, good girl female lead off her feet.

 At least a part of this game was him getting complimented, but you could see that easily becoming a slippery slope that would end with you in the same position as the good girl female lead.

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder your question, before a smile slipped smoothly onto his face. Confident that he would win whatever this was by the end, “He mentioned how much time we’d been spending together and said he thought you might be interested in learning a bit more about us. I must admit that after what he said, I was curious to learn what you might think.”

You nodded because it was true. Jade had been hanging around you more and more lately. 

Initially, you’d wondered if you had something he or Azul wanted, but it had quickly become obvious that wasn’t the case. Instead, it was more like Jade had his own personal stake in spending his time with you. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you would say that Jade was genuinely trying to charm you.

It was hard to not let your eyes scan over Jade once more. It was odd to see him like this, but it was also interesting. Almost like he was opening up and showing you just a bit more about his person, and judging from his words, that was true. Though you also couldn’t deny that this still seemed like a part of some elaborate plot.

But you weren’t the only one who was staring at him. In fact, it seemed like everyone that walked by was staring at the usually menacing young man. 

Normally people did their best not to look too closely lest they draw his attention, but either the shock of seeing Jade in punk clothes was so great that they didn’t care or they were confident that he was too focused on you to notice their stares. 

And Jade was focused on you as he stepped closer to you, leaning down slightly so that he entered your personal space. You had enough room to retreat if you were uncomfortable, but he was close enough to easily hold your attention solely on him.

“And, what do you think?” His voice had softened, almost as if he were trying to lull you into giving away every secret thought that went through your brain. And maybe he was, but you weren’t about to lose quite so easily. Not when you weren’t sure if you were even ready to face your thoughts and feelings towards him.

But you smiled, used to his many charms by now, before nodding. Not about to lie to the young man even as you refused to surrender, “It looks nice. I bet you were popular back in your old school if you dressed like this back then.”

He grinned, his sharp teeth flashing as, for once, he didn’t even bother to hide them at your words. But he was pleased. Not only had you complimented him, you hadn’t backed down from the subtle challenge.

But you’d already decided that even as Jade slipped continually closer, you weren’t going to just give way. Even as you felt your fondness for him growing, you’d already promised yourself you’d fight till the very end.

In no way were you prepared to fall in love in this world that wasn’t your own. You couldn’t take that on top of everything else. Not when it could so easily hurt, what with your future being so unpredictable.

And it was scary how close Jade pulled you to the brink of falling for him, even despite your defenses. 

At this point, you knew perfectly well that if you did slip too far, it would be him that you would fall for. But you weren’t going to make it easy for him. Not when he made that cutting edge that love held feel something impressively close to good.

So it didn’t matter how charming, easy to get along with, or attractive Jade was, and it didn’t matter how tempting it might sometimes be. You weren’t surrendering. And if Jade’s expression was anything to go by, he liked that.

Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling back at him, not quite able to stop it even as you felt yourself slide a bit closer to where he lingered. Waiting for you to fall.  

But Jade leaned back, murmuring a soft but incredibly pleased, “Thank you,” as he slipped out of your space. Retreating for now, but no doubt already plotting his next attack in his head as he smiled down at you. Perfectly smug as you both prepared for the next round.

And you’d be ready.

[marauderundercover]

Late Night Trips (Day 3: Bats)

This is a continuation of Day 2. Read it here

Marinette walks around the Halloween section of the store, giggling into her phone.

“I don’t know why you’re so against it!” She teases, adding a bag of bat window clings to her little basket, despite Jason’s grumbling on the other end of the phone.

“Because the vigilantes are known as the Bats, M. Just feels weird for our windows to be covered in tiny bats.” He grumbles, and she snorts, glad that he can’t see the way her face reddens when he refers to the windows as theirs. Sure, he hadn’t officially moved in, but he stayed at her place more than the manor lately. She loved it.

“Okay, Jay, if it really upsets you that much, I won’t get them.” She promises, taking the bats back out of her basket. She really did think they were cute though, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“We could get ghosts or pumpkins instead.” Jason suggests and she grins, switching the bats out with the ghosts.

“Hmmm, the ghosts have top hats, so I’m definitely sticking with those.” She says. There’s silence on the other end of the line. “Jay?”

“Marinette, are you at the store right now?” He asks, and she can hear the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, but I’m at the little one down the street. I’ll be fine, Jason.” She reassured him. She loved him, she did, but he got way too paranoid about her going out at night sometimes. Sure that was when more Rogues and criminals were active, but she could take care of herself. Which she clearly showed him last weekend when she punched that stupid Scarecrow in the face.

“I- please, M. Just, please be careful.” He says, not lecturing her like he’d half expected.

“I will be, promise. See you when you get home.” She says. He worked nights most of the time, but she was still able to see him since she kind of made her own hours when she was working on commissions. Or, she just stayed up all day and night. It was honestly a coin toss.

“I love you.” He says, and her smile widens.

“Love you too.” She says, hanging up and heading to the registers. She quickly checks out and leaves, pulling her jacket closer as she steps out into the cold night. That was the only thing she didn’t love about Gotham. The cold. Once the sun was down, it was like it was winter, no matter the time of year. Sighing, she continues her walk back to the apartment, careful to make sure she stays aware of her surroundings. Sure, she could fight off a mugger, but she didn’t necessarily want to. She just wanted to get home and half a nice cup of coffee. Or hot chocolate. Something warm. She hums under her breath, almost to the apartment, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Immediately, she tenses. She starts to move a little faster, grimacing as she hears the footsteps behind her quicken as well. Of course the streets are empty. She’s the only one stupid enough to actually be out this late. Crap. She yelps in surprise as the person- man, she realizes- that had been following her grabs her wrist and twists her around.

“Come on sweetheart, doncha wanna spend some time with me.” The man says, tugging her close and letting his reeking breath pour over her face. She grimaces.

“No thank you.” She says, trying to tug her wrist away from the man. His eyes narrow and his grip tightens, more than she’d been expecting. He turns them so that they’re just inside the alley instead of on the open street. Oh hell no.

“C’mon babe-” He starts before she cuts him off with a punch in the face. He groans in surprise and stumbles slightly, still not letting go of her wrist. “If that’s how ya wanna be.” He says, his eyes darkening. She huffs and drops her bags, bringing her knee up and kneeing him in just the right place. He doubles over and lets go of her wrist. Now having both hands, she’s able to grab him (he’s too busy groaning in pain) and ram his head into the wall. He crumples almost instantly and she lets out a huff. So maybe Jason was right and she shouldn’t go shopping so late at night. But he didn’t have to know about this, right?

“Are you alright ma’am?” A voice asks. She whirls around, her fists up in defense until she sees who it is. She sighs and relaxes her posture.

“Hello Nightwing. Um, yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She says, glancing at the man on the ground. “Though, I’d feel a bit better if you had something we could tie him up with.”

“Of course. Robin?” He says, and she blinks in surprise as a hero who couldn’t be older than fifteen steps out of the shadows. Obviously she’d done her research on the heroes, but she was still a little taken aback to see a teenager in costume again. She just nods at him in thanks as he pulls out...zip ties? And cuffs the man’s hands behind his back.

“You were quite efficient in taking the man down. We approached just as you got out of his grip.” Robin says, and she smiles awkwardly.

“Yeah, uh, there were villains in Paris when I was a kid so I had to learn some basic self defense.” She says, not telling them everything, but not exactly lying either.

“Still, you know it’s really dangerous to be out this late at night, right? Even for someone who took down Scarecrow as well as you did.” Nightwing says and she flinches back, frowning.

“Uh, sorry, that day is a little fuzzy. Were you there?” She asks. Sure, Red Robin could’ve just told the others, but the look on his face? How he said it? Makes it seem like he’d actually seen the fight.

“No, but we watched the body cam footage from Red Robin.” Nightwing says with a wide smile.

“Mon Dieu.” She mumbles, shaking her head. She could tell Jason that some of the Bats thought she was a good fighter, but then she’d have to admit what happened tonight. And she really didn’t want him to worry any more than he already does.

“We will assist you in getting home once the police arrive to pick up this cretin.” Robin says, and she puffs her cheeks out, trying to figure out a nice way to tell them ‘thanks but no thanks’. If they had to wait around for the police, there was a chance Jason would be home by the time they got there.

“I’m sure I can get home just fine by myself.” She reassures them, and Nightwing frowns.

“Probably, but it would be kinda rude of us to send you along after something like this and not make sure you made it home safe.” He says. She sighs.

“Look, is there any way you can follow from the roofs or something? If you guys escort me home and my boyfriend is there, I’m gonna have to look at him and tell him he’s right and I shouldn’t go to the store late at night and he’s gonna panic and freak out that I could’ve been hurt which is super sweet, but then he’s not gonna be overprotective for a week and that makes it hard on him because then he doesn’t concentrate at work and I know he thinks I don’t notice but every time I get hurt, he comes home from work hurt and I know it’s because he’s distracted and I hate seeing him hurt and-” She rambles, only stopping when Nightwing puts a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise and she winces in apology.

“We’ll trail you, but you should still probably tell him.” He says softly, and she frowns, nodding. This was gonna suck.

---

Marinette waves at the roof of the building across the street before walking into the building and heading up to the apartment. She can hear the low hum of the tv, letting her know Jason is already home. She takes in a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in.

“Hey M.” Jason calls from the couch, a smile on his face. She smiles back, silently noting that his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He was either fighting with his dad again, or something went wrong at work. And now she was about to drop the whole ‘I took down a guy who tried to yank me into an alley’ thing on him. She sets her bags on the table and kicks her shoes off before walking over and sitting on the couch, instantly curling into his side. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes and she relaxes.

“You okay?” He asks softly, and she sighs, sitting up and looking at him, wringing her hands together.

“So, don’t freak out.” She says, and he frowns. “Um, you were right about the whole shopping at night in Gotham thing.” She says, thankful that he seems to understand immediately.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, eyes scanning her, pausing on her wrist. She frowns. Her wrist was definitely currently hidden by her sleeve, how did he know it was bruised? She sighs and pushes her sleeves up, grinning at him awkwardly.

“Just a little bruise.” She says, and he frowns.

“A little- Marinette, that bruise is all around your wrist. Are you sure it’s not broken?” He asks worriedly.

“I’m sure, I know what broken bones feel like. I’m a clutz, remember?” She teases, smiling softly at him. She breathes a sigh of relief when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. He shifts so that he’s practically laying on the couch, moving her so that she’s laying on top of him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He mumbles. She rolls her eyes, burying herself into his chest.

“I’m fine, Jay. I won’t go shopping so late next time. Besides, some of the Bats showed up.” She says, giggling at his scoff.

“As if those idiots did anything.” He snarks.

“I mean, Nightwing and Robin both commented on my fighting skills.” She teases, laughing as he reaches up and turns her face to look at him.

“M, Marinette, love of my life, what exactly did Robin say?” He asks and her face heats up at how easily he calls her the love of his life. Did he mean it?

“Uh, something about being efficient in taking the man down?” She says, finding it hard to think with how intense Jason’s stare was. He laughs, a wide smile on his face.

“Ya know, Robin is supposedly the least easily impressed. Apparently he can be a bit of a pain.” He says and she grins before laying back down.

“Well then, at least we know I can take care of myself.” She says, feeling him sigh. He doesn’t disagree though, just kisses the top of her head. Warm and safe, she slowly drifts off to sleep.

---

BONUS

Jason smirks as he walks into the Batcave the next night.

“So Demon Spawn, my girlfriend is an efficient fighter?” He asks. Damian scowls.

“Shut it, Todd. Just because I think she is an efficient fighter does not mean that I believe you are.” He says and Jason snorts. “Don’t laugh Todd, I truly believe that she could knock you on your ass.”

“Language, Little D.” Dick says, walking in with his suit on, but mask off. “He does have a point though. I think she could probably hold her own against any of us, even for a couple minutes.” Jason just grins widely. Oh yeah, his girlfriend was a badass.

Next

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[ijwrff]

Yandere! Natemare

Requested by @lady-bee-fechin 

Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it anyways! This contains suggestive themes!

Honestly...you didn’t want to be here. Your friends have dragged you to a new bar in town. Bars...weren’t really your thing. But your friends insisted you had to go. They were your friends...so you didn’t expect them to abandon you like they had. What “friends” they were.

With a sigh, you sat down at the bar. May as well get a few drinks in your system while you were here. It would be a waste to go to the bar and not have at least a drink or two. Besides...you wanted to kill some time until the performer took the stage. You heard from your “friends” that the performances are what made the bar special. Now call yourself curious…but you wanted to know what the performance would look like. 

“Bartender! Another shot please.” You had lost count on how many drinks you had, and you cringed at thinking of how much it would all cost. Luckily you had a descent amount of cash saved up for spending purposes, so you weren’t too worried. 

You heard clapping and cheering, and turned around to see a man with much likeness to the bartender taking the stage. Maybe they’re related…

“We are related, since that’s what you’re wondering.” You jumped at the sound of the bartender, turning back to the bar to look at the man. 

“You can call me Phantom. And I own this lovely bar. That…” he pointed to the man on the stage, “is my brother of sorts.” 

Of sorts...what does that even mean? 

Your thoughts came to a stop as the drummer began to play a beat, the guitarist and bassist joining in soon after. You couldn’t see what your friends meant, the music seemed average. 

But then you heard it...his voice. Something about it had your eyes lock into the singer, wanting to hear more of the song escape from his mouth. Then he looked at you. Or at least you think he did. He was looking back to the rest of the crowd before you knew it. Maybe it was an accident…? But something about that look…

Time seemed to pass quickly by, but also went astonishingly fast. You just couldn’t describe it. It was an experience on a whole different level. 

You locked eyes with the singer once more, and you could swear he winked at you. Maybe it was just part of the performance. Either way, you turned back to the bar, only to see the bartender looking shocked. 

“Someone who can resist his...charms. Now that’s something I don’t see every day.” You wondered what’s he meant, but threw the thoughts aside as you received another shot from the bartender. 

“How much is this one?” You said not wanting to overspend in one place. 

“On the house.” The man didn’t further explain, and he didn’t have to. Free booze is free booze. 

After the song had ended, a couple more songs played, with the same singer. And from then on, it seemed like every time you turned away from the bar to look at the singer, he was staring right back at you. But...it could just be in your head. 

Once the performances were done, you were shocked to see the lead singer hop off the stage and land gracefully among the crowd that had quickly formed. You looked back to the bar, contemplating on another drink before you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

You turned and saw the singing, up close and personal. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him utterly attractive...especially up close like this. You thought he was attractive before...but now? He was on a whole other level. 

“Hello~ did you enjoy the performance?” He gave you a cocky grin, like he knew the answer. 

“It was alright. Not the worst I’ve seen.” Your words seemed to baffle him, but he quickly recovered. 

“Have you been here before? I don’t recognize you...are you here alone?” He day at the barstool next to you, “Phan, another drink for this one!” He pointed to you. 

You didn’t complain as another shot was sent your way. He was cute...why not flirt a bit?

“First time here. I came with some friends but...I think they ditched me here.” You looked around, and saw none of your friends amongst the crowd. “Why? You think you can be good and take me home?”

“Be Good…? I don’t know what it means to be good. Trouble’s my middle name.” That same cocky grin creeped its way onto his face again. 

“Is that so? Shame...I like good boys.” You have him a wink. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, you know that?” He partially closed his eyes, reminding you of a cat when they’re about to pounce on their prey. 

“What if I told you danger is my middle name?” You sent a cocky grin back his way, and he seemed to pause for a moment. 

“If I take you home...do I get to come in?” It was then that you felt his hand, tracing it’s way up and down your arm. It was almost...comforting. 

“If you can be good until then I don’t see why not.” You weren’t one to turn down a good time. And this singer was definitely your type. You saw no harm in having fun with him for the night.

“Oh I’ll be good...just for you baby.” He stood up, helping you to your feet. You didn’t realize how drunk you were until you tried to stand up. The world wobbled...or maybe that was just you. 

“Careful now doll, don’t want you spraining an ankle trying to walk in those shoes.” Before you knew it he had swept you up in his arms. He didn’t look like he would have the strength to carry a full grown person but here you were, safe and secure in this stranger’s arms.

“What’s your name?” You figured if anything, you needed to know who’s name you’d be screaming tonight. 

“You can call me Mare. And what do you say I take you to my place instead? I’ve got a nice array of...things I can use to make you feel good.” You looked up to him, he seemed genuinely interested in keeping you pleased so...you figured why not?

“Sure. How close is your place?” 

“Just around the corner actually. We’ll be there in no time.” 

True to his word, you were there quickly. He opened the door, and stepped inside, setting you down in the process. 

“So...do I get to know this handsome stranger’s name?” You gave him a grin, knowing full well his name would be the only thing coming out of your mouth quickly enough. 

“You can call me Mare. Do I get to know this beautiful stranger’s name?” He used your own words against you and you laughed. 

“I’m y/n.” Short and sweet, you leaned in to give him a kiss, knowing full well the reason you came to his house. 

The kiss was passionate, and you were astounded at how good of a kisser he was. Your back quickly got pressed against the now closed door and his hand found its way to the back of your neck, keeping you locked into place. 

His body pressed against you, leaving no space between the two of you, and once again you were swept up in his arms. 

You didn’t know which direction he was going, but through the hallway he kicked open a door that led to a bedroom. Within seconds you were laying on the bed. 

“So darlin...you want me to be in control...or would you rather take the reins?” The question was sweet, you could tell he wanted to please you. 

“Show me what it’s like for you to be in control.” The thought made you blush, and you pulled his head down for another kiss. It was fiery, and you began gasping for air, not wanting to pull away from the kiss for a second. 

He reached over, pulling out handcuffs from his bedside drawer. 

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” You giggled and teased him, putting your arms up so he could place them in the cuffs. They were soft, fur on the inside to prevent chafing from the metal. 

At that moment you could have sworn his eyes changed to a darker color, but as quickly as it happened it was gone. 

“Hm...it’s not working on you.” He looked confused for a moment before shaking his head and leaning down for another kiss, not allowing you to respond with the question of what that meant. 

He pulled away from the kiss before trailing kisses down your neck. You let out a moan as his lips connected with a soft spot on your neck. “All the same...I’m going to make you feel good.”

After you had both finished, you looked up to him as you breathed heavily. “So...you gonna let me out of these cuffs or not?” It was meant to be teasing, but he smirked down at you. 

“I’m going with...or not.” The answer sent chills down your spine. 

“Come on...let me out.” You pulled at the cuffs, which were still securely hooked to the bedframe. 

“No thanks, I plan to keep you here for a while.” Your eyes widened and you started thrashing with your legs, trying to get him off you. 

“Seriously, this isn’t funny!” He held your legs down, stopping your thrashing. 

“I never said it was funny, but I like you. So I think i’m going to keep you. Besides...I wanna know why my powers don’t work on you. It makes you...special.” He reached down, and unlike before, you flinched. His hand slowly moved to you cheek, and you quickly reacted and bit him...hard. 

“Let me out! Help! HELP!” You tried to call for help, but his hand slowly crawled from your cheek to your neck, putting firm pressure to it. 

“Sorry doll...no one can hear you. Soundproofed rooms and all.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. 

Tears swelled up in your eyes at the thought of being stuck here. “Please...please just let me go.” 

He reached up with his uninjured hand and wiped the tears away. “Don’t cry...you’ll like it here. I can please you whenever you want.” For emphasis, he rolled his hips against yours and it only brought more tears to your eyes. 

“I don’t want you to please me! I want to go home!” 

“Oh come on, you haven’t been here for more than a couple hours. Give me a chance.” He frowned. 

“Never!” 

“Soon enough you’ll see things my way…” He would keep you forever if he had to. You may not like him now...but he knows with enough time you’ll grow to like him. It just takes time, he tells himself. He would find out why his powers don’t work on you...even if he has to keep you handcuffed to his bed for the rest of your life. He’s determined...and he knows...you’re never getting away. 

[jjk-biased]

jungkook x reader

requested by @atulipandarose (oooh soulmate/jungkook/one shot!! it's been big missing jk hours over here)

genre: fluff, soulmate au

words: 2.5k of dumb jungkook pining

warnings: none >< cussing here and there, also my first time writing just fluff so please be kind. unedited!!!

synopsis: jungkook never loved the idea of soulmates because he liked you and he wanted only you.

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There it was, the panging he felt in his heart even if he wasn’t the person in pain. As his chest throbbed, it was emotional pain he supposed, the song began to play in his head. He gritted his teeth, upset to have been reminded once again of the world he lived in. 

The world had to be so stupid to believe in such nonsense. It was idiotic. They had to be so naive to rely on  this whole scam - to the point where they even revolve their lives around it. 

It isn’t true. It’s far-fetched. This whole soulmate system wasn’t reliable.

He lived in a world where the universe decided who each person’s other was. Soulmates existed. It was everywhere. And he didn’t like it one bit.

Whoever made the world like this had to be an utter idiot. Why would anyone allow something like this to take over people’s lives? This bullshit soulmate system gave people a false sense of hope that someone out of the millions and millions of people would be the only right person for you. That somehow, out of 7.5 billion people, someone would be the perfect yin to your yang. 

It shouldn’t exist. Soulmates shouldn’t exist. 

Come to think of it, how can the universe even be so sure that the person they have “destined” for him is the right one? And, honestly, who even gave the universe the right to choose for him?

Fuck the universe, Jeon Jungkook wanted to pick for himself.

He thought this whole sham was an inconvenience. Unlike almost every love-crazed and soulmate-addict person, he thought otherwise. Jungkook felt suffocated at the thought of being tied down to someone who he probably didn’t even like. He didn’t need whoever they had for him. He didn’t have to meet this so-called pre-destined love of his life to live happily.

Actually, he did. Or else he would forever be haunted by it. He’d go crazy.

People had different “soulmate indicators” -- basically something in their body that gave them a hint on whoever they were destined for. Namjoon, his writer friend, had a tattoo of his soulmate’s name on his collarbone. Jimin, the short friend, had a ring on his finger with the initials of his soulmate and would even change colors depending on the mood of his other. One part of Taehyung's hair is the same color as his soulmate’s, regardless if he tried to dye it along with his locks. 

To say the least, theirs were easy to find, to discover - much more convenient than what the universe had in store for dear Jeon Jungkook. His had to be the most vague indicator of this whole scam. 

A song.

The universe gave Jungkook one specific song that only he and his soulmate knew. Not a name, not a ring, not even a hair color. Just one fucking song. 

Jeon Jungkook didn’t want to believe in this obviously fraudulent scheme that the universe set up. Despite his woes and resentment towards the system, Jungkook couldn’t exactly ignore it. The song, somehow sung by both him and the soulmate, always played in his head whenever he or the other would feel down. Somehow, it only played when any of them were sad. Not when they’re happy. Not when they’re angry. Not when they’re bored. Only when one or the other wasn’t feeling well.

But hey, at least he knew when it would start. 

There would always be a pang in his chest before it began. It was akin to when the dog dies in the movie, or when someone relayed bad news, or when the character in a book had to leave. The weird feeling would be eased immediately as soon as the song played in their head. It would lull him to sleep, he guessed it held the same effect for whoever was on the other side, and would make him feel at home. 

But he did not like this soulmate bullshit. 

Not one bit.

Even if the song brought him great comfort. Even if it was the only thing he looked forward to when he had a bad day. Even if his soulmate’s honey-like voice blended well with his. 

Wait shit, he should be hating this nonsense. Why did he just think that his soulmate sang nicely?

Fuck it. Forget what he thought. It didn’t matter anyway. 

He had other things to think about anyway, especially how to gain the courage to ask his friend out. 

Jungkook is currently and sadly a college student, who, aside from drowning in student debt, studies fine arts. He hopes to become a renowned artist someday, and in pursuing so, had to disobey his typical Asian parents’ wish for him to be called Dr. or Atty. someday. 

Soulmate hatred aside, art had always been his passion. Despite growing into a family full of doctors, lawyers, and judges, he knew his heart belonged in fine arts. When his brother would play with the toy syringes and stethoscopes, he would be seen getting himself dirty with the washable markers. That love for coloring grew into something more, and so Jungkook decided he would become an artist in the future. 

It was always so freeing for him to dabble in the blues and greens and create whatever he visualized in his mind. The pencil in his hand could easily convey the emotions he had trouble vocalizing. All of his troubles would go away faster than you can say worldwide handsome Jin-hyung with the aid of his drawing tablet. Everything about art just intrigued him. Art was easy. Art was comforting. 

Art is where he felt free.

It wasn’t suffocating. Unlike his family that wanted him to be someone he couldn’t become and this soulmate shit that wanted to cuff him down to one specific person he doubts would even go well with him. 

He wanted the soulmate system gone. For reasons that seemed justified to him and only him. 

He could live without the incessant nagging of his very traditional family who wanted to sped things up. Jungkook would finally stop seeing some of his soulmate-less acquaintances miserable. He could finally go on with his sad day without the song that would automatically play in his head. 

Wait… that last thought made him feel sad. Perhaps he would miss the song after all. 

Anyway, and above all, he could finally court his cute friend without having to worry of the soulmate shabang. 

Jungkook didn’t want whoever the universe paired him with. He wanted his cute seatmate and friend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N Y/L/N. Your name was perfect. 

The way your name rolled off his tongue felt just right. The way your nose would scrunch as you focused on sketching the naked dude who had to pose in front of everyone. The way you would tilt your head when the professor never made sense with his discussions. 

Everything about you was just so… perfect. 

You were kind-hearted, considerate, and intelligent. Your humor was unmatched and you were very enthusiastic when you conversed with Jungkook. From a small crush, his liking towards you grew into something he couldn’t exactly ignore. He liked you more than he liked to listen to the duet in his head.  

Okay… scratch that. Maybe he did like his significant other’s singing voice. It eased his worries after a troublesome day. Admittedly, he had found comfort in it.

If only the universe allowed him to converse with whoever was on the other side, then maybe he didn’t have to loathe this system so much. He could’ve gotten a friend out of it, not a soulmate… but a friend. 

Somehow, his thoughts wandered back to you. God, imagine if you were his soulmate. Jungkook would be more than happy if that happened. But he didn’t need the universe to act on his feelings for you. Jungkook will do something… He knew he had to do something about it. He just didn’t know when. 

All of his thinking made Jungkook revert to airplane mode, so it was only then that he noticed you concernedly waving your hand in front of his face for a sign of consciousness. He found your scrunched up face painstakingly cute but holy shit… why are you so close? Please don’t be so close. Jungkook would malfunction if you decreased the space between you two even more. 

“Are you okay, kook?” You luckily stepped back once he locked eyes with you. 

 Ah… that sweet voice of yours that could rival the comforting honey-like singing in his head.

“Y-yeah! Sorry, was spacing out,” Jungkook’s words were jumbled as he noticed he was staring at you like a gaping goldfish instead of answering like a normal person. 

Your giggles rang throughout the room at his predicament. He crookedly grinned then laughed along. This must be heaven. Your happiness was always contagious and he’d often mirror the smile on your face whenever you were happy. 

You made him feel giddy as much as he did on the days he finished his artworks. You made him complete. 

But that damn soulmate thing had to ruin it. 

How he wished you were his soulmate. 

“I thought something happened to you, kook! Mr. Kang dismissed us some time ago but you were still frozen in your seat when everyone left. I was so… worried,” You chuckled, though quite red and hesitant at the end. 

Well did that instigate the butterflies in Jungkook’s tummy. 

“Concerned for me?” Jungkook teased, it was his go-to response because he couldn’t exactly flirt in straight sentences. 

Your eyebrows furrowed but the pink hue became much more evident. Jungkook didn’t even mind the kick you gave him because he made you feel a bit flustered. Success :D

“Taehyungie’s been busy, hasn’t he?” You said, trying to change the subject so everyone could forget the embarrassment.

Taehyung, the theater kid and drama major, was friends with the both of you. He had been busy for the past month because their project was to create a series of plays to showcase to the school. Their show will be on Tuesday, days away from now. 

Right! He could invite you to the play.

“He is… Hey,” You tilted your head and hummed when Jungkook’s voice sounded a bit unsure. 

“Do you wanna go with me to the play?”

The red on your face and the shy nod you did made him swell in accomplishment. He can’t wait for Tuesday to come. 

Fuck.  He should’ve waited for Tuesday to come. Now it is Tuesday and he was too nervous to even stand in a five-meter radius near you. Slapping himself to forget the momentary faltering of his confidence, he shakily waited at the foot of your doorstep with an album in his hand. 

You two bonded on music and he knew you well enough to know you’d rather have the CD of your favorite artist than some flower that would wilt after awhile. He was right. The beam on your face when he handed over the gift made him so happy that all his nerves were washed away. You always had a way to ease him, even if you weren’t aware. 

“M’lady,” He jokingly tried to replicate a british accent as he offered his arm, waiting for you. And as you always would, you took his arm along with an accent-laced, “M’lord,”

Jungkook forgot his worries for a moment and it was always because of you. 

You two sat near the stage to support Taehyung with his play. You two remembered him sharing that their play was about a soulmate-driven world with much more darker consequences. It was about the fictional hanahaki disease, he said. 

And boy did it feel so sad. Taehyung acted so well, as if he was really losing his character’s best friend onstage. Jungkook peered at you for a moment and saw your eyes glisten as Taehyung’s cries grew louder and louder. 

The story was really heartbreaking.

To the point where Jungkook felt the familiar pang on his chest and the song began to play in his head. 

How peculiar. His soulmate was sad just as Taehyung’s scene played out. Perhaps they were in the same auditorium as well. But that was impossible. His soulmate was probably watching some soap opera. 

Not that he minded. Jungkook had other things to think about, especially how to comfort you as your tears flowed down from the actors’ amazing performance. As slick as he could, he draped an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. His heart was beating faster than he could comprehend. Even more so, when you scooted closer to him.

Fuck. You were cuddling. Oh my god. Jungkook is gonna die out of happiness. 

He had to play it cool though. Jungkook ignored the warmth in his chest and face as he rubbed your arm in consolation. He was surprised you reacted well. Nothing prepared him for what happened next. 

You were humming. 

You were humming his song. 

hOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT YOU WERE HUMMING HIS SONG. 

You… were his soulmate.

Okay universe… Unfuck you, Jungkook guessed. Apparently the universe was on his side after all… All he had to do was somehow tell you…

Jungkook, his face now an uncontrollable red, nervously turned towards you and successfully got  your undivided attention. God, he could die then and there. Gathering courage from glob knows where, he smiled and sang the first line of the song. 

Universe might have been laughing at him for suddenly changing his views. Jungkook would’ve laughed at himself if he found out the double-back on his opinion. But this was you. 

You and your cute nose scrunch, you and your adorable head tilt, you and your witty comebacks.

This was you.

Everything about you was perfect, and he couldn’t believe that the universe liked him enough to grace him with you as his soulmate. 

何故 こんなにも 涙が溢れるの

[Naze, konna ni mo namida ga afureru no]

Your eyes widened as he sang the song that felt like home to the both of you. 

ねぇ 側にいて そして笑ってよ

[Nee, soba ni ite soshite waratte yo]

You joined in on the singing and everything just made sense. None of the leaving people in the auditorium mattered at the moment. 

君のいない未来は 色のない世界

[Kimi no inai mirai wa iro no nai sekai]

Jungkook was so happy. It seemed like the world was brighter than before.

モノクロで冷たい

[Monokuro de tsumetai]

He shouldn’t have doubted the universe’s plan. Everything was better with you. 

見つめてる 暗闇さえも so beautiful

[Mitsumeteru kurayami sae mo so beautiful]

You smiled shyly as your soft honey-like voice harmonized with him. 

僕を信じてほしい

[Boku wo shinjite hoshii]

Jungkook’s smile grew wider, encasing your delicate hand in his.

まっすぐに君だけを見て

[Massugu ni kimi dake wo mite]

For once in his life, he was happy and it was better because he was happy with you.

どこにも行かないように

[Doko ni mo ikanai you ni]

You two shared a kiss that afternoon, on a Tuesday, at the university’s auditorium.

permanent taglist: @luvinseokjinnie @97faerie @amoreguk @bbyjoonies @borednia @tanumiki @taescake

[Extra]

Jungkook: Hey Taehyung! Congrats, that play was amazing

Taehyung: ...yeah… but why did you two make out when I died onstage?

You: ahahaha bye.

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Final Request

a/n: This year we’re getting BACK ON OUR BULLSHIT! I got back on my meds and i’ve already written more in a week than I did in prolly all of 2019. What did i write, you ask? Well, it is what it is, and what it is, is filth, utter filth (I may have gotten a little carried away) but hells yeah. Major shout out to @whenimaunicorn​ for not only beta-ing for me, but also cheering me on and helping to keep me motivated

summary: Mando catches a bounty who happens to be an old friend with one final request

warnings: mentions of death/discussion of impending executions, bondage/handcuffs, thigh riding, blindfolding, fingering, choking, spitting, spanking, penetration, rough sex, slight degradation, dom!mando

word count: 6.2k

Din Djarin x female reader//The Mandalorian

(gif by @womp-ratt​​)

Tugging slightly on your shirt, you lowered the scoop collar enough to ensure some cleavage was showing before you raised your cuffed hands to rest on the headrest of your chair and arched your back a bit so your chest was more obvious. Then, quietly as you could, you slipped off your boots and raised a foot, gently running your big toe along his arm. 

The Mandalorian’s reaction was instant, head whipping around to look over his shoulder as his hand swooped to catch your ankle in a flash. The streaking stars of hyperspace reflected off his beskar helmet, following the curve of his head, almost hypnotizing to watch. Biting down on your bottom lip you tried your best to seem alluring while you had his attention. 

“So Mando, you’ve got me here in these binders, wanna fool around?” The proposition was more blunt than your usual pick-up lines, but one thing you knew about talking with the Mandalorian; it was best to get right to the point.

“What?” That was the answer you expected, though you still wished you could see his expression. There was nothing you could do about that, so you wiggled in your seat, freeing your foot from his grasp before elaborating.

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten what bounty hunting entails but your guild will be delivering me to Crimson Dawn, who are very eager to get rid of me.” Rising from your seat you edged a knee over his legs, sitting yourself square on his lap as you brought your arms to loop around his head—the metal of the cuffs clicking when they met his beskar. “So I was thinking I might have some fun for the last time before facing my doom.” You tried to make eye contact but all you could see was your warped reflections in his dark visor. “You know I had a crush on you, Mando? Back when we worked together.”

“Why does Crimson Dawn want you dead?” he asked, surprising you for a second. You had been focused on his hands—which had come to rest on top of your folded legs—and how warm they were through the leather of his gloves.

“Well,” you hesitated slightly, thinking how best to condense the long story, “I was working with this girl and her gang, when Crimson Dawn hired them for a job. I thought it was a horrible idea—like it was a suicide mission—so I booked it.” You were used to gesturing while talking, but with your hands locked and resting on his shoulders, you ended up just wiggling more, shifting against the metal that protected his legs. You had also noticed the slow creep of his hands, making their way up your thighs towards your hips. “The problem was, I left with my cut of what they paid us up front,” you finished, making a sheepish expression with a half shrug.

“You ran?” 

“Yeah I ran, and now they want my head or their credits—which I don't have.” There was a brief moment of silence as you waited for him to respond.

“Why didn’t you run today?” 

Part of you hoped he wouldn’t ask that. Looking off to the side you chewed on your lip with a sigh as he stayed stoically still—save for his hands.

Your chin dropped, avoiding his gaze—though you couldn’t even see his eyes—focusing instead on the chipped paint around a deep scratch on the breastplate of his armor. “Once I heard through the grapevine that you were the one that had my puck, I knew it was pointless. I knew I couldn’t outrun you, I’ve seen you at work up close, remember?” 

One of his hands left your leg, raising to curl around the nape of your neck as his thumb pushed against your jaw, forcing your head forward to look at him. “Are you scared of me?” His voice came through low from the vocoder in his helmet, even and unreadable. 

You paused, biting at your lip again with no way to see how his eyes flitted to your mouth behind the visor. “Who wouldn’t be? I know what you can do with that blaster and honestly, I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of it.” You blushed at the admission, picturing in your mind all the times you’ve seen him handle his weapons—always confident, exact and deadly. Controlling his guns as if they were a natural extension of his arms. “I have to admit though, it is exciting to be at your mercy. Knowing you could do whatever you want with me.” 

Shifting the weight on your knees, you adjusted your position on his lap just a little bit to the side, so you could grind yourself against the inner lip of his cuisse. With an involuntary shudder you rolled against it, enjoying the way the ridge pressed against your clit. Bringing your cuffed wrists back over his head, you laid your palms flat on his chest—the metal feeling surprisingly warm against your fingertips as they slid across the breastplate of his armor. Through all this the Mandalorian stayed still, showing no sign of reaction, but you could feel his fingers tense for a moment, gripping you tighter as he realized what you were doing.

“Remember that job on Nar Shaddaa? When that alarm went off and you had to take out four guard droids at once?” You said leaning forward, inching your mouth closer to the earpiece on his helmet. The hand around your neck dropped as you moved, coming to rest clearly on the swell of your ass. “I came so hard in my bunk that night thinking about it. The way you plowed through them one by one, none of them even getting a scratch on you.” 

You rocked faster, your motions jostling the piece of metal as you humped his thigh, chasing the delicious friction. Maneuvering awkwardly with the cuffs, you pulled back just far enough to take his wrist in both your hands. You lifted his palm from your thigh and brought it deliberately to rest on the front of your neck. “I used to love watching you choke out bounties that got in your face. I’d imagine you doing the same to me while I rode your cock.”

Mando’s hand rested against your skin for a moment before he pulled away, bringing both to grab your hips, holding you still. The pressure of his grip sent a thrill up your spine. “This is what you want?” His voice was even and level—as hard to read as ever. Still, you could tell his hidden eyes were staring directly into yours through the tinted visor. 

“It is,” you answered with a nod, curling your fingers into his beskar breastplate. Gloved thumbs brushed above your waistband, rubbing small circles on the skin they found. A slight moan slipped out of you at the contact, your voice a higher pitched than intended as you finished, “I want it so bad.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the Mandalorian’s hands pivoted, twisting your shirt in his fists before tearing it in half with two quick tugs. You were too shocked to react, not even processing what was happening as your newly exposed nipples hardened in the cool air of the ship. 

“Mando!” you yelped, trying to grab his arm but he easily swatted away your bound hands. “What are you doing?” You asked but received no answer as he continued, ripping off a whole strip of fabric from your top. 

You were still so confused by what was going on that you didn't fight as he wrapped the fabric around your eyes. Your head jostled side to side as he secured it, pulling the knot tight. You tried to look at the walls and modules of the cockpit—searching for the familiar, colorful lights of the controls—but there was nothing. 

“Can you see?” Mando asked, his voice suddenly bringing you back to him. You shook your head in response, not sure what this was all for when he started to shift. His hands scooped just under your bottom, pushing you upwards as he leaned forward. Then he hoisted you over his shoulder and stood. 

The beskar pauldron dug into your stomach while your arms hung down his back, useless in the heavy cuffs that swung and occasionally clinked against his armor. His bicep curled around your thighs, keeping your form balanced as he started to move. His opposite hand slid to your ass where it gave a quick smack. 

As if being upside down and dangling over his back wasn’t disorienting enough, you realized you had no idea where he was taking you. Sure, you’d been on the Razor Crest plenty of times before, but that was a while ago and you’d only really ever spent time in the main hold and cockpit—you weren’t sure you’d ever even used the ship’s refresher. You could hear a series of doors open and close, but had no way of tracking where he’d gone. 

Eventually he dropped you to the ground. You swayed, off balance and blind, trying to reach for him to brace yourself before you felt his hand on your collar bone. With an easy push he knocked off your feet, sending you tumbling backwards onto some kind of padding. It wasn’t exactly hard—there was still some give to the cushion—but it was not something you would call soft. 

Just as you realized this might be his bed, the Mandalorian’s hands were on you again, jerking the waistband of your pants down, off your legs. You shifted slightly, aiding in the progress as you raised your feet and helped kick them off, somehow twisting to lay on your stomach before you were finally free. Bringing your knees forward you went to roll back when he grabbed your hip, stopping you. 

“Stay like that,” he said, his voice tight. You could tell this was not a request.

You waited on your hands and knees, trying to be patient, and listened for any hint of what he was doing. You couldn’t help but wonder what this personal space looked like—Were there any decorations? Did he have any small collections? Trinkets that held old memories? Before now if someone asked you would’ve guessed that he slept in the pilot's seat sitting bolt upright—but now you knew he had a bed because you were in it. 

Naked. 

On all fours with your ass in the air, waiting for him to fuck you. 

You were abruptly made aware of the Mandalorian behind you when his hands grabbed around your hips, pulling you back against something strong and warm. It was his chest—his real chest—he had taken off his armor. Mando was still wearing a shirt but you didn’t care. Pushing back against him, you sighed at the pressure of him so close against you. He squeezed your hip, rutting against you as his other hand came to cup your breast. You were keening at the contact, loving the way he rolled your nipple between his fingers when you felt a sharp nip to your shoulder, accompanied by what you could’ve sworn was a warm breath.

“What—” you yelped, attempting to pull away but instead being held in place by his strong arms. His face found its way to your neck, nipping at the tender skin there. “Did you just bite me?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even as he drew closer to that particular spot behind your ear. Shying away, you dropped your head, pushing back but his hand left your hip to cup your chin, easily holding your head against your opposite shoulder—opening your neck to his lips. The next bite was hard, obviously trying to leave a mark as you let out something between a whimper and a moan. 

“What did you think the blindfold was for?” his voice was clear and in your ear as his lips brushed against it. He sounded so familiar but still completely different without the digital output. 

The next thing you knew he was maneuvering you to lay on your back, your head hitting a pillow as he drew one of your legs to curl around his hip—keeping you spread open as he knelt to your side. You let out a small ‘oof’ as you landed, feeling the way your torn shirt fell open, the bits left gathering along your sides. Drawing your arms forward, you made to cover yourself when his touch surprised you again. He jerked the binders above your head, yanking your arms up and leaving your chest exposed. 

“Keep them raised,” he ordered and you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as his hand started to trail down your side and across your belly, coming to curl over your mound. You’d had a crush on the Mandalorian since the first time you saw him take down a foe, and even with all the time you spent thinking of him as you touched yourself, you never thought you’d actually get to experience the real thing. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were suddenly grateful for all the missteps and bad luck that landed you on his ship.

You huffed as he started to rub your lips. He hummed, a sound from deep in his chest that fanned a fire in you. The Mandalorian was barely touching you and you were already trembling for him. His finger slid between your lips, and he groaned, “So wet already.” The digit pulled up and a rough callous you knew was from years of handling weapons and hunting bounties brushed against your clit. Back arching, you let out a sharp gasp and buried your face against your bicep. 

“Sensitive little pussy isn’t she?” Mando almost taunted. You could hear his grin, knowing he was watching the reactions he drew out of you as he swished his finger, barely applying any pressure. Adding a second, he rubbed both against your entrance—circling without sinking in. The light, tantalizing touches were both too much and not enough. You wriggled down on his fingers, feeling the way your walls fluttered at the possibility of having any part of him inside you. 

“I think she likes me.” Mando’s voice without the vocoder was a deep timber—something rich you’d never thought to imagine, but the sound of it made your gut flip with every word he spoke. 

The Mandalorian continued to rub your pussy, his brief touches kept you on an edge wanting more. You couldn’t help it when your hands flew up. Grabbing at his arm braced next to your ribs, you tried to get enough purchase to push yourself harder against his fingers. 

Before you were able to find relief, both of his hands wrapped around your forearms, pushing them back down next to your ears. His torso leaned forward to reach, bringing your leg around his hip further towards your chest, stretching the muscles in your groin. Despite the ache, you couldn’t help but notice just how wet one of his hands felt against your skin.

“I said keep them raised.” His tone was severe, any hint of teasing gone. Keeping his body pressed firmly over yours, he released one hand. You wondered for a moment what he was doing until you felt him smack you, hard, against your pussy. Though you jumped at the shock of contact, you barely moved with how well he had you pinned. “I expect you to behave,” he explained, rubbing against your lips before giving you another slap. “I am going to do whatever I want with you, just like you requested—” slap, “—and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Can you do that?”

You nodded at first but received one more smack. “Yes, yes I can—fuck, Mando—yes I can do that.”

“Good girl,” he purred in your ear, pulling back and taking his weight off your forearm to sit up. You kept still, waiting as he paused before you felt him lean back down. Thanks to the blindfold you had no warning when his lips crashed against yours. 

The Mandalorian’s kiss was hungry. Eagerly he nipped at your lips, not even waiting for permission before his tongue was in your mouth, exploring every inch it could find. Desperate for more contact, you pushed your chest up, feeling the fabric of his shirt drag across your nipples—ever mindful to keep your hands above your head as you rolled your body against him. That’s when you felt something hard pressed between his hips and your upturned thigh.

You were so focused on his mouth and the scratch of his facial hair, you didn’t notice his fingers until they slid into you. With a gasp your back arched as his touch dipped further. Mando captured your bottom lip with his teeth, bringing you back into the kiss as he pumped his arm. Curling his fingers, he dragged his touch along your inner walls, adding the perfect kind of pressure that sent jolts of tingles down your limbs.

He broke away with a pop, leaving you panting with swollen lips. As a natural post-kiss reaction you tried to open your eyes and found blackness, reminded again of the blindfold. You felt dazed with your head buzzing from the kiss and there was a notable ache between your legs.

“I'm going to roll you over,” Mando stated, grabbing your attention instantly. “I want you on your knees.” You shifted easily enough, guided by his hands on your waist as you adjusted—pulling yourself up and twisting to face away from him. 

Although you couldn’t see where Mando was when he wasn't touching you, you knew he was still watching. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you bowed your shoulders so your ass was in the air and wiggled your hips. You could hear the groan he let out, feeling how his weight bent the cushion around your knees as he settled behind you when his palm dropped with a crack against your ass. 

“Don’t stop,” Mando ordered as his hand left your now tingling skin. You moved faster, trying to add a flick and hoping it was a view he enjoyed. 

Your show ended suddenly when you felt something warm and blunt press against your mound. You moaned, rising to your hands as he pushed further against you. The head of Mando’s cock slipped between your lips easily. He slapped your ass again, this time grabbing a handful and pulling your cheeks apart so he could watch what he was doing to you. It felt delicious when he bumped against your clit—each time a heat flooded through you in waves.

Nudging forward, he sank into your warmth, gliding easily through the slick that had gathered. You bit your lip, humming in relief at the sensation. Mando began to rock, slowly working his way in, stretching your walls so that he could fit until his hips bumped against your ass. You couldn’t help but notice just how big he actually was. You felt so full but the ache of finally having him inside you only helped to stoke the elation that was bubbling up within you.

“She’s so tight,” he groaned, keeping still to just enjoy the warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock. His arms wrapped around your ribs, one hand grabbing at your tit as the other came to your neck. Squeezing your throat, he drew you up against his chest—the fabric of his shirt feeling scratchy against your sensitive skin. You gasped at both the pressure of his grip, and the way the head of his cock brushed against your walls as you shifted. 

Holding you in place with the hand around your neck, he reached down, sliding his other palm along the back of your arm before lifting at your elbow. You raised your hands how he guided until your arms were straight out in front of you. 

Maybe the lack of sight was heightening your other senses but you could almost feel the rumble in his chest so close to your back as he spoke, “I want you to keep your arms up like this, ok?” His breath was hot as it brushed against your ear, distracting you as you nodded your head and squeaked out a confirmation. 

The Mandalorian held you against him as he buried his nose in your hair, his slight moustache tickling the lip of your ear. “You’d do anything I want, wouldn’t you? You and this sweet little pussy,” he murmured as he started to rear his hips, drawing almost all the way out before slamming back in. “I want to see how much she can take.” He started to rock against you in short, hard thrusts while his hands dropped to your waist. Fingertips dug into your sides as he held you up, cool air quickly filling the space between you as his chest left your back. “Remember to keep your arms up,” Mando’s voice was clear but you could hear him grunting as he plunged into your warmth.

You tried, you really did try to follow his orders, and you lasted almost a full minute. But the way he was slamming into you—his cock bumping against a spot in you that sent a thrill up your spine with every push—and with the added weight of the binders, you couldn’t keep your arms in the air and quickly dropped forward crashing into the bed. Laying head first in his sheets you were overwhelmed by the unmistakable smell of Mando—something clean but musky that was impossible to replicate—that had sunk into his bedding over years of sleeping here. Face buried into the pillow you groaned, totally surrounded by him while trying to brace against the unrelenting pace he had settled into. 

Mando was saying something but you couldn't hear him over your own muffled wails. He slapped your ass again while his other fisted the tattered remains of the shirt you’d forgotten you were still wearing. With a hard yank he pulled you back—far enough your hands couldn't reach the bed but not so far you could brace yourself on your knees alone—effectively forcing you to hold your arms out in order to remain balanced as he fucked you.

“Fuck—Mando, please,” you begged, not able to think straight enough to fully articulate what you needed but he seemed to understand. His hips slowed and he pulled you further back to his chest again. 

You trembled as he wrapped his arms around you—one holding your own arms against your chest as his other came to your mouth. Two of his fingers slid past your lips as you rolled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Closing your mouth with a moan you sucked on his digits, swirling your tongue to make sure they were covered in saliva. He hummed in your ear, taking his hand away and drifting down your torso. Once his touch found your clit, his wet fingers started to draw little circles around the bud. You could’ve melted at the moment—that little pressure mixed with the slow grind of his cock inside you was quickly drawing out your orgasm.

“You gunna cum?” Mando asked, picking up the pace of his hand ever so slightly as you let out a breathy ‘yes’. Your hips moved on their own, chasing the tension you could feel building as the coil inside of you tightened, threatening to release at any second. “I want to feel that,” he all but growled in your ear, when his touch unexpectedly left your pussy, “But not yet.”

“What?” you gasped, feeling him pull out of you. There was an audible squelch as he slipped out, his cock thoroughly soaked with your juices that you could now feel leaking down your inner thighs. “No! Mando, wait—!” Kneeling in the middle of the bed you groped the air around you, looking for him with your hands. You nearly sobbed until his lips pressed against yours. Immediately your fists dug into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue danced with yours. His fingers wove into your hair, his palm cupping the back of your skull, deepening the kiss for a moment before breaking away again. “No, Mando-o,” you whined, holding on tight when you heard him laugh.

“Look at you, such a desperate mess begging for me,” he mumbled, still chuckling as he pressed a comforting chaste kiss to your lips, “I’m not going anywhere, just laying down.” 

You relaxed your grip but still kept both palms on him as he settled back. Unable to see what he was doing you waited, feeling him adjusting his position before one of his hands squeezed your thigh, “Ok, climb on up.”

Hesitating for a second you eventually leaned forward, bracing yourself on his chest as you swung one knee over his thighs. The fabric of his trousers rubbed against you as you settled down, mopping up some of the slick mess that coated your legs. How you wish you could see the view before you; Mando laid out and sweating—eager for you. You could tell he was stroking his cock with one hand by the way his knuckles brushed against your mound, the other thumb swirling small circles over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. 

Rising onto your knees, you scooted forward, bringing your hips closer to his. “Right there,” Mando hummed, stopping you with the hand on your waist as his other positioned himself. He swiped the head through your lips a few times, brushing against your clit with each pass. You could feel your legs trembling when he finally lined up with your hole. 

With a deep sigh you dropped your hips, pushing down against him. It felt right as he filled you, like you had been truly empty without him. Mando’s other hand came to rest on your thigh, groping and squeezing whatever he could reach as you eased yourself onto his length. 

You could hear his reaction, the soft groans as he enjoyed your warmth, before he finally hissed out, “Oh fu-uck.” The hitch in his voice made your insides vibrate. Your bottom came to settle on his hips—fully sheathed inside of you and deeper than before—and you could feel Mando shifting to sit up, pushing himself as one hand grabbed at your hair. 

“Filthy little slut, aren’t you? So wet for the bounty hunter that caught you,” he growled in your ear, holding your head in place as he pressed his nose to the side of your face so his stubble dragged across your cheek. In response you moaned and shifted your hips, unable to hide the reaction you felt at his words, “Easiest bounty I ever had.” 

His other hand flew up, wrapping around the column of your neck with ease. “You know you’re supposed to run from me, not beg me to fuck you,” The Mandalorian’s voice was low and chiding, having fun reminding you just how readily you’d given yourself up to him, and just how vulnerable to him you were right now. 

“Open your mouth.” You followed the command without hesitation, dropping your jaw as far as you could. He took a quick inhale and then spat, the glob of saliva landing square on your outstretched tongue. Closing your lips you made a show of swallowing hard, your throat pressing against his palm as you gulped. His grip tightened, fingers digging into your jugular hard enough to restrict blood flow. “You said you wanted this, now show me how bad.” Leaning back, his fist left your hair as he ordered, “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

Eager to please you started to grind down, rutting against him so that his pelvic bone hit your clit and the head of his cock bumped inside of you. Mando’s hand smacked hard against your ass and you let out a silent yelp, barely any air getting past with the way he held your neck. 

Bringing your palms to rest flat on his soft belly you lifted your hips instead—rising up, up, up and then dropping, reveling at the drag of his cock inside of you. You guessed he liked this too by the lack of spanking and so you continued, riding him as hard as you could. The way you moved—leaning forward with every rise—pressed your own throat harder into his palm choking yourself on his grip as you humped against him.

The broad expanse of his palm against your neck felt better than you had imagined, the way he held you in place, watching as you bounced and wailed. You could feel your end drawing rapidly closer, tiny shocks dancing through you as forewarning. Shifting your hands, you tried to rub your own clit but were unable to reach with the binders on. Mando noticed and brought his own thumb to press down on your bundle of nerves.

That contact of his finger alone was enough to push you over the edge. All of your limbs froze, tensing as you came. A staggered whine left your mouth as you felt your inner walls spasming around Mando’s cock. 

You were still careening, your mind blank as you felt him pushing up from underneath you. The head of his cock continued to ram against that spot inside you—feeling all too overwhelming—as you realized he had taken over when you slackened and was now thrusting up into you. Letting out a loud moan you tried to push him away, the overstimulation seemed to be leading to another orgasm edging in before the last had even finished, but he easily immoblized your cuffed hands and chased his own end, fucking up into your pussy as hard as he could.

You gasped and reeled, a complete mess above him, held up only by Mando’s hands as you crested again. The way your walls squeezed Mando’s dick as you came quickly brought him to his own release. Something warm pulsed inside you as his whole body went rigid, his hands gripping your wrist and neck flexed hard enough to bruise as he came with a gutteral sound from deep in his chest. He shifted, trying to push deeper before dropping to sag against the mattress. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hold on you loosening and falling to your hips. Your hands slid across his chest as you dropped forward to lay against him. Mando’s palms found your ass as you felt his softening cock slip out of your aching pussy. 

“Fuck is right,” you laughed, your breath dancing across his collarbone as you relaxed. His fingertips ghosted up your spine, brushing your skin ever so gently. “Screw all your bounties like that?” You teased, unable to hide your smile as you nudged your nose against his jaw—enjoying the scratch of his overgrown stubble. 

“Believe it or not, you’re the first,” the Mandalorian sighed, turning his head to capture your lips in a lazy kiss. 

“Glad you didn't throw me in carbonite right away,” you hummed, playfully nipping at his mouth as you laid, sprawled across his broad chest.

“That makes two of us,” he replied, helping to shift your dead weight to the side where you still remained wrapped around him. “If you give me a moment, you can take the blindfold off.” 

His offer was replied to with a groan as you clung tighter to him.

 “Don’t go anywhere, I don’t even notice it anymore,” you yawned as you dug your fingers into his shirt, enjoying his arm around your shoulders. It wasn’t a lie—you were barely aware of the the fabric over your eyes as you nestled further into the warmth of his body, easily drifting off to sleep.

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Waking up you were beyond disoriented, with no idea where you had fallen asleep this time. That lasted until you shifted to sit up. A dozen different aches shot through your body, making themselves all known at once—the most prominent coming from between your thighs. 

Memories from the night before—was it the night before? How long had you been asleep?—flooded your mind and you shivered, remembering the ways the Mandalorian had touched you and all the dirty things he had whispered in your ear. That’s when you realized you weren’t wearing the blindfold or binders anymore. 

Rubbing at your wrists, you massaged where the cuffs had irritated your skin and looked around. There was nothing notable or personal about the space after all. Everything was in neat order, and clean, with almost no way to tell that someone actually lived here—no way except for the smell. 

Remnant whiffs of sex and sweat still hung in the air, but there was something under that—something deep and warm and comforting—that was purely the Mandalorian. You felt yourself relaxing, eased by the scent, as you shifted to sit on the edge of the bed despite the protest in your limbs.

Your thigh brushed against a soft, neatly folded black shirt—a perfect little square left out for you. Shrugging off the remnants of your old top, you felt yourself grinning. 

The shirt was warm, made from some type of wool, with long sleeves you had to roll up so they wouldn’t cover your hands. Once it was on, you couldn’t help but bring the collar to your nose and take a deep breath, inhaling his clean smell that clung to the fabric. 

You took your time getting dressed before leaving the bedroom, sure you’d never see this space again. Shaking your head, you chased away those dark thoughts, trying not to focus on the fact of your impending doom as you slowly made your way to the cockpit with ginger steps. 

Coming to the co-pilot's chair, you let out an involuntary groan while easing yourself into the seat. The sound caught the Mandalorian’s attention, who looked back over his shoulder, watching the way you winced as you settled in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice coming out flat and unreadable again, altered by his helmet. You noticed the slight tilt of his helmet, and shifted your hands, pulling the rolled cuffs down to cover the bruises from the binders.

“Sore,” you replied frankly but unable to hide the smile as you looked at him, reminded of all the reasons why you felt just so, “but it’s a good ache.” Mando said nothing in response but you got the sneaking suspicion that he was also smiling at the same memories.

“How much longer till we reach Nevarro?” The question broke the comfortable silence between the two of you, but that anxious part of your brain needed to know how much longer you had left.

“We’re not going to Nevarro,” the Mandalorian stated simply, the visor of his helmet staying trained on you. 

“What? But Greef’s on—,” you start but he was quick to interrupt.

“I’ve set the coordinates to some planet out of Crimson Dawn’s reach,” he began to explain, turning back to the ships controls as you sat with your mouth agape, frozen mid protest. “It’s somewhere they won’t find you.” Mando shuffled around, absently checking gauges and flipping switches. “I’ll tell the guild your body was destroyed, a bomb went off or something. Karga will vouch for me and then as far as anyone who cares to ask will ever know, you’ll be dead.” 

There was a long moment where the cockpit was totally silent, neither of you responding as you processed what he’d just said.

“Mando,” Your voice caught in your throat as you tried to talk. “Mando, do you still have that blindfold?” you asked quietly, grabbing his full attention as he twisted in his seat to look at you. 

“Yeah, I—uh, I do. Why?” You could see his hand shift to the pocket or pouch he’d tucked away the scrap of cloth. 

You were climbing onto his lap before he even realized you had stood up. Settling your weight on his thighs with your hands on his shoulders—just as you had been the day before—while ignoring the feeling in your joints as you inched closer. “Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Mando held up the blindfold and you snatched it away, quick to secure it back around your eyes with a tight knot before reaching forward. Just as your fingers bumped against the edge of beskar, his hands were grabbing yours out of reflex.

“I can’t see anything, I promise,” you murmured while staying as still as possible, waiting for his grip to relax. When it did, his hands stayed on top of yours, cupping them as you began to lift. The helmet was heavier than you expected, weighty in your hands, as you held it between the pair of you. Leaning over the beskar dome, you brought your mouth to his. 

His lips felt warm and soft, welcoming and eager as he pressed back against you. Mando shifted, removing the helmet hugged between your bodies as one hand came to your jaw. Taking your bottom lip between his, he sucked as his moustache scratched along your skin. Your hands threaded into his hair, pressing yourself against him as hard as you could. 

“It’s going to take a day or so still,” Mando rasped, breaking the kiss to catch his breath but not pulling away, keeping you close enough his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “A day or so until we reach the planet and I was—uh, I was thinking that we could—if you want to I mean, we don’t have to do anything if you’re still sore—.”

You got Mando to shut up with a hard kiss, rolling your hips against his as an answer. 

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also now that i think about it can i request a muggle x draco fic where the reader is at work (retail or smth cause we wanna be mundane af) and draco comes to visit them and is all confused by everything and it’s pure and stuff thank u xxx

there is just so much stuff. Draco can’t even begin to comprehend why muggles would need so much stuff.

when you said you worked at a ‘grocery store’, he wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but this sure as hell hadn’t been it. a lady with a shopping cart that’s filled to the brim whizzes past him, mobile phone pressed to her ear as she shouts into it. Draco can’t help but stare at this foreign display.

you’d explained to him how phones work, and he guesses he understands the need for them in a world without magic. still, when you first wiped yours out, he’d thrown up his hands and asked, “why not just use owls?” and you’d slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

the neon lights hurt his eyes. he does a full turn, ignoring the passersby that cast him curious glances; a man clears his throat behind him and Draco quickly steps aside, letting him pass. the man gives him the same half-curious, half-estranged look he’s been getting since he got to the store.

okay. now to find you. you never actually mentioned what exactly your function was in the grocery store… as he stands there, in the middle of the cosmetics aisle, hands on his hips, he realises he has no idea where to even start looking. he nods to himself, internally screaming every curse he knows and coming up with a few very creative ones for good measure.

“can I help you?” says a monotone voice behind him, and he spins on his heel like a deer caught in headlights.

he narrows his eyes, straightening his spine and tugging at the cuffs of his button-up; a nervous habit that somehow only pumps his Unlikability Factor up to, like, 2000, because apparently it makes him look like an ‘arrogant prick’. your words, not his. the employee does not look fazed in the slightest, merely looking him up and down in a slightly judgmental manner.

“are you looking for something?” they sniff, then add with a barely contained snort, “sir?”

Draco opens his mouth, about to say something that probably would have gotten him kicked out of the store, when another voice interrupts.

“it’s cool! he’s — he’s here for me. I got it, thanks, Harley.” Draco’s stomach does a flip.

you sound a little out of breath, as if you’ve just ran to get to him. honestly, knowing you and knowing himself, it’s not even that far-fetched.

the store employee raises a blue eyebrow that matches their blue hair. “you sure?”

you wave them away, a hand still on your hip, face pinched as you catch your breath. “yeah, man. no problem.”

Harley gives one of those half-shrugs with raised eyebrows that convey the pure and unfiltered emotion of ‘whatever’, then walks away.

“I could curse them if you want,” Draco mumbles, hand hovering close to his breast pocket. “just say the word.”

you let out a wordless string of uhh’s and ee’s and ‘let’s not do that’s, one hand quickly coming up to push his own back down. “it’s fine, it’s really no big deal,” you tell him, and Draco almost wants to protest, but then you lace your fingers through his and he clamps his mouth shut, settling for glaring in the general direction Harley left in instead.

when you say something isn’t a big deal, it usually does ends up being a big deal. because you’ve learned to wave away every single thing that might bother you; because, to you, accommodating others and making them comfortable is more important than how you feel.

Draco’s afraid he made a mistake.

you pull him along through the aisles, loudly announcing that yes, of course I can show you our selection of canned beans, and Draco wonders whether he should say anything.

you stop in front of an arrangement of tin cans of beans in every single flavour Draco can think of and more, pulling three from their shelves to show him. Draco looks at the beans, then back at you. “I don’t even want beans.”

you pull a face. “you shouldn’t. these are pretty nasty. but I gotta at least look busy, or I’ll get written up for slacking off,” you laugh, holding one of the cans up for Draco to see. then, at the sight of his face, you frown. “hey. what’s wrong?”

he hesitates, thinking about how not to come across as an asshole. “do you think it maybe wasn’t a good idea for me to come here?”

you cock your head, looking genuinely confused. “uh. no? I mean, I don’t — no?”

“because, you know,” he hastens to add, “this isn’t what I’m used to. I look out of place. people stare. and while I don’t care,” he says with a raised eyebrow, “because I’m used to people staring anyway, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

your eyes soften, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”

Draco narrows his eyes. “it was heartfelt.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second, love.”

Draco crosses his arms.

you stand up on tiptoes to put the beans back on their shelves, still grinning widely. “whilst I much appreciate the sentiment, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. this is a 24 hour grocery store. we’ve had way weirder than you.” you wink at him, then look at your watch and softly curse. “I really have to get back to work now. but, Draco?” 

you grab his hand and quickly kiss him — just a peck, nothing more, yet it still leaves Draco feeling like he’s burning.

“in case I wasn’t clear enough: come visit more often. it’d make work a lot more bearable.” you slide past him, slapping his ass as you do so. ”also, pick up some condoms while you’re here. we’re almost out.”

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Screams in the Night

Part Three

Werewolf!Erik x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. A continuation of the mini collection of fics. Long awaited, and I hope you enjoy. I know it’s not halloween yet, but we’re just going with the flow.

Sound

Leaves. Loud. Crunchy. Engulfing. Its sounds surrounded you as if there was on an endless path of leaves ahead of you. Their shifting and moving were the only thing to let you know you were still outside.

Smell.

Outside. Speaking of outside, it smelt like it. If that made sense. Mud. Grass. Flowers. Dirt. All of the smells hitting you at once. Their distinct aromas mixing with the air around you. You felt so dirty.

Touch

Dirty. Ugh. You definitely felt that. Though your hands were bound by the wrists above your head, your body could still feel. You could feel your fear coursing through you. You could feel that your were being dragged. You could feel the mud and dirt against the back of your thighs and legs as you slid along. You could feel the burn of the rope that held your wrists in bondage as he tugged you away. You could feel the burning of your scrapes and scars, both fresh and not too old. There was no way you weren't bleeding, if even just a bit.

Taste

Blood. Speaking of it. You could taste the metallic of it in your mouth. There were plenty of nasty falls you'd taken. With those came a few bites to your tongue and definitely a busted lip. Licking the wound of your lip subconsciously, you now knew for a fact that you'd busted your shit. You couldn't see it but it was there.

Sight

See. Close, open. You couldn't really see shit from the slits of your eyes. Close, open. Whether it was you hitting you head a few times or the last hit you'd taken when you tried to escape the truck, it had done a number on you. Your head was aching a little though it was the least of your worries. Close, open. So focused on trying to get a glimpse of something helpful -maybe even a sign of where you were- you were using your energy to fight the sleep that had been trying to invade. Close, open. Nothing. You couldn't make out a damned thing. You were so fucked. Close..Close..Closed. Your eyelids wouldn't budge.

So fucked.

.......

"Ahhh, and my omega awakens.." His voice greeted you. Raspy and distorted from your grogginess. "How are we feeling?" Squinting your eyes, you could only make out one thing in the mass of light.

His shadowy figure. Strong and dominant.

"Fuckk." Your groan was soft as you winced. Damn near unnoticed by the half distracted male that shared the room with you. The head ache had eased but the soreness from your cuts and bruises were still there. Dull, but there. "Where.. where am I?"

He turned to you, smiling. "You're safe, princess. Don't worry." You'd only made that out because the light caught those golden canines aside from faint facial features. At least your vision was getting better. "I patched you up, though it'll take a while for some of the scars to heal."

You blinked a few more times, slowly clearing your vision up to really take things in. He finally came into view, back turned as he messed with something on the dresser. Looking around, you took in the setting.

Soft, dark bed sheets soothed your skin. The silk cool as you softly moved your covered legs. You could bend them though it hurt a bit. As long as you could move and use them, that's all that mattered. Pillows cushioned you as you rested in a propped position. Looking to your left, there was a nightstand. Nearly blank aside from a clock and a water bottle.

"I'm sure that you feel the beating your body took from running. The medicine is most likely wearing off.." He turned to you, finally revealing his face. A faded scar rested above his eye, bandaged but healed faster than you'd ever seen. You stared at it as he approached. ".. here take these. It'll help."

You became alert at that, moving away from the paper cup of pills he offered. A small gasp left your lips when you'd tried to lift your hands to knock the medicine away. Bracelets of some sort that had your wrists glued to the bed without chains or ropes. "What the fuck?" Meeting his eyes, you could see the amusement in them.

"As feisty as you are, I needed to have some type of security.." He sat on the bed next to you, chuckling. "For my protection, of course. Now.. Be a good girl and open up." The cup came closer to your lips and you folded them in. Like a child who refused to eat their veggies.

He leaned forward, blindly sitting the pills on the nightstand. "You're as feisty as you wanna be.. huh?" His words were slow and directed as he spoke. Him cracking a smile, you kept his eye contact to show your dominance. You hate that he'd smelled so heavenly, and if your mouth wasn't so dry you'd spit at him. The faint aroma of his cologne was working against you.

You mumbled a curse at him, hoping to hurt his ego a bit. Though he took the insult without a change in interest for you. It'd attracted him more. Admiring your full lips, he licked his own. "So pretty, yet your mouth is filthy." He chuckled, lifting his hand to brush a finger against your cheek.

You moved your head again, leaning from his touch more. "I'm not doing shit until you get me out of these cuffs." He watched you as you spoke. His gaze fell on your lips again while he sat quietly. Standing from the bed, he picked up the medicine once again.

"Let's make a deal. I'm a reasonable guy.." His words were accompanied by the crackling of the water bottle from the nightstand. "I'll get rid of the cuffs, if you take your pills and promise to be good for me. I know you're in pain and don't want you suffering like that. Deal?"

You'd been ignoring the throbbing of your head for a while, focusing all your attention on him. The pain from your legs were a bit nagging as well. Soreness held your back captive and you looked to the pills before you. Dammit, you did need them. "If it makes you feel any batter, they're aleeve. Store bought, I promise." He added and you glared at him.

Sighing in defeat, you slowly nodded your head. Agreeing to take the possible capsules of death. He smiled at your answer, bringing them to your parted lips. "That's a good girl." His words followed with the bottle of water. You couldn't help but gulp that down, leaving nearly nothing in the bottle. "See. You're fine, no funny business."

He was right. You'd felt no different as you sat there, but you wait a while to see if it really would help your pain. "And our deal?" Looking to him, he nodded. With two taps to his phone, you were free. The cuffs falling from your wrists and ankles with ease. Immediately, you rubbed your wrists with a hiss. You didn't care to thank him, rewarding him instead with silence.

He moved back across the room, tossing the paper cup into a small trash bin. Once he'd disposed of the water bottle, he rested back against the wall before you. His eyes were on you, watching you as you silently looked to the bed sheets. It was almost as if you had accepted your fate, which surprised due to the short time its been since you came too.

You thought back to the car ride to the haunted trail. You, your boyfriend, and your friends belting out the lyrics to your playlist. The laughter that came when your boyfriend tried to hit a high note, as if he could ever match pitch with Beyoncè. Your bestfriend cheering him on, and her boyfriend finding that to be the funniest thing on earth. Those were your last happy moments with them. They were gone, and you were left to only remember them.

After what seemed like forever, you finally spoke up. He'd waited until you were ready. "Why me?" You mumbled, catching his attention. He stood of from his relaxed position, stepping forward to the bed. You didn’t acknowledge that, waiting for his answer. “What’s so fucking special about me?”

He rounded the bed slowly, faintly grinning as his hand trailed along your leg. Tingles followed his touch the farther up he went. He stopped just above your knee, chuckling to himself. “I can’t actually put my finger on it. It’s like.. I was honestly planning to be on my best behavior. Then you came along, your scent hit me first. I’d perked up like a cub at your sweet, sweet scent..” Taking a deep breath, he smiled as he exhaled.

You furrowed your eyebrows, disturbed by the darkness news that engulfed his pupils. “I’d played it off, nonchalantly looking for the owner. Then your group walked up, and once I laid eyes on you. My heart sped up.” He licked his lips, giving you that handsome smile of his. Why were all the fine men you encountered weird in some way? “Then you spoke and your voice was like honey. Soft and sweet with those alluring eyes to match. And like a sailor to a siren, I was in a trance.”

He looked to your lips, catching your chin as he leaned closer. You held your breath, captured by his beautiful eyes. A small gasp leaving your lips. “Don’t you see, princess. You had to be mine.”

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[writingsofmyimagination]

Believer

Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Rating:18+

Summary: Honestly the video and the Believer cover killed me so enjoy some PWP based around it! 

Warnings: Shameless PWP (Slight BDSM themes (Dom Kihyun OFC), nothing to extreme - Toys, edging, denial, over-stimulation)

On editing actually decided I didn’t like this but it’s all done now :P

//

The music was throbbing through your ear pods, the bass unconsciously in sync with your steps up the stairs. The bass which you hoped would also drown out the throb between your legs. The throb which had been damn near constant for days. Literally.

Yoo fucking Kihyun.

//

It’s been about a week since he released the cover of Imagine Dragons Believer. It’s been a week since you made the HUGE mistake of telling him it drove you mad watching him feel himself through the music like that. Kihyun wasn’t due at your place until tomorrow but you were too desperate and sought to tempt fate.

-So what did you think?”-16:03

-You hit it right out of the park obviously! -

-Yeah?-

-Yeah it was amazing. I’d also be lying if I said It didn’t make me want to fuck you so bad right now-

-And what a shame you won’t be seeing me for a week :P-

You pictured the smug first that would have been plastered on his face. Stroking his already inflated ego always put you first class to tortureville.

-What can we do to help my princess get through the week then?- he’d added

-Come over or leave me alone- you’d offered as the lemon green tea doused your throat while smothered in your blankets on your sofa.

-It’s going to be more fun because I’m doing neither…-

Before you’d even finished reading the message you knew whatever you were going to get was THAT Kihyun. The Kihyun that totally consumed. The Kihyun that was so in control you’d do anything he asked because the alternative was much worse. Even if he wasn’t there. You’d rubbed your thighs together, tongue wetting your lips.

-…You’re going to touch yourself for me. Get yourself all worked up for me and I want you to show me –

You read those words in the way his devilish lips would have whispered if he were there. You’d sat up eagerly before replying.

-Want me to cum for you?-

- Definitely not! that’s reserved for me –

God if he could the pout on your face you’d be straight over the table ass out counting how many strikes to your ass you were going to get

-You fucking serious? I’m not seeing you for daaayyyss – You shot back accompanied with an army of sad faces.

-I never specified who it was going to be most fun for. But for that attitude you’re going to do it every day for me. Make sure you record your frustrated whines at the end. I want to hear how desperate you get.-

You cursed yourself and him a thousand times as you took yourself to the bedroom.

-I know you’re a good girl and you’ll do what your told-

You refused to reply and sent the videos to him.

//

Today was day six, to say you were irritable was an understatement. You’d not sent anything to him today. Tempting fate.

Jooheon was the one to let you into the dorm. Apparently catching him mid food prep; a spatula gripped in his free hand. His movements stopped dead. Eyes grew wide as his brain fought to find something he’d likely forgotten.

“Nothing was planned, chill. This is a surprise Kihyun when he gets in kind of thing” His shoulders dropped.

“Thank god my brain just panicked I’d not put enough food in. On that note though have you eaten? Want me to make you something?

“No thanks. But I do have a small favour to ask though” eyes on the floor observing the converse slip past your heels.

“Sure what’s up?” You took a quick gauge of the room. Minhyuk gave you a quick soft smile and nod before his eyes flew back to the large plasma screen to focus on holding his lead against Hyungwon in whatever overwatch thing was going on. Hyungwon’s eyes briefly acknowledged you but he was too busy squealing and wincing.

“Can you guys make yourself scarce for like ten minutes when he gets back pllleeeaaassseee”

You were responded with a blank, processing look on his face. Changkyun ending up startling Jooheon as he looped his arms round his neck. You don’t know what it is about him but this guy always knows when you’re up to no good. It’s like he knows you’ve got your lacy lingerie set with suspenders on underneath you red and black polka dot dress as well.

“I’ve got this, don’t worry” he stated winking in your direction. You could only roll your eyes amused, bringing your hands into a prayer to him.

“Guys! Let’s go! None of us wanna see when Ki gets surprised” The boys on the sofa fumbled up grabbing their crinkling packets of crisps wordlessly agreeing with Changkyun.

“Thank you soooo much guys, love you” you called after them as they disappeared into their rooms. You checked your phone, you had around ten minutes until Kihyun would be home from the studio. The artificial light of the teardrop lighting had become more prominent as the evening sun descended beneath the blocky skyline of Seoul; purple pastels separated by an orange hue.

You unhooked each button down the front of your dress. You boosted yourself up using the bar style stools to hoist you up to sitting on the marble breakfast island. You were not leaving until you got what you needed tonight and that was absolute in your mind.

It took a few long minutes for the harsh coolness of the marble to regulate to the body temperature of your behind. Phone in your hand aimlessly scrolling through your feed until Ki’s face bubble over took the screen.

“Can I help you” you immediately chimed

“Hey baby, yes you can I’m just getting ho...

His phone barely gripped in his hands. Eyes fixed on the shock on his kitchen side. The words he was going to speak completely strangled out in his throat. He was met with your silence. The misbehaviour screaming in your eyes, lip between your teeth.

“Where are the others?” his words were hesitant, eyes rushing around the room multiple times. He might be … but he was damn private when it came to you; he would not have any of the boys SEE you as you were now. Hear you, I mean he made it a damn point to have you crying him name so they could hear sometimes.

“Making themselves scarce for ten minutes so I can surprise you”

“Yeah?” His bag dropped at his feet, he’d snaked his was over to you zoning in to only you. His fingertips gentle in their dance up your thighs now either side of him.

“Well consider me surprised” he smirked through a kiss.

“Off!” He tapped at your thigh.

The second your feet found stability on the floor, you’d been spun. Stomach pressed to the cold side by a hand at your mid back, other hand trailing upwards in between your legs.

The frustrated exhale swept passed your lips dragging the corner of his up when his hands skipped out at the apex of your thighs gripping at your hips instead.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing princess” his hand slid further up your back to grip into your hair and tug.

“Teasing me into giving you what you want. You still have one more video to make before you get anything from me. So if I were you I’d go to my room put on your collar and wait for me” He pressed a kiss at your shoulder that lingered through the goose bumps. Your bodies moulded together in a final heated kiss before you waltzed off to the bedroom.

Kihyun’s stare held you in permanent unseen restraints. He’d shoved his arm chair to the bottom of the bed, and plonked himself down legs splayed. The top three buttons of his shirt undone hand cradling a camera lense, eagerly waiting in your direction.

Kihyun wasn’t satisfied with just the collar, he’d clipped a metal bar to the O-ring of your collar. Matching cuffs had been strapped to your wrists and clipped onto the end of the bar running vertically down your body. There was some leeway with the chains from your cuffs; not much but enough your hands could dip between your legs.

//

“You’re so beautiful. God it’s hard for me not just to come and fuck you like that” he cooed. The pulsing of the recording red light blurring in your vision as your eyes rolled back.

“Ki..hyun please” You whimpered, nerves igniting at the thought of him giving in to you finally.

“Dinner be ready in 5 guys” Jooheon’s voice echoed through the dorm.

“That’s enough baby. Now I need that mouth of yours before we can leave this room. KNEES!”

You were not going to refuse that tone.

His finger licked under your chin angling it upwards. The camera still gripped in his hand, lens momentarily facing away. He stole a sweet kiss, his lips plump and full against yours.

“I really missed you baby, please tell me you’re staying tonight” the sucrose heavy wrapped in his words, the caramelised glint in his blown-out pupils dancing.

“Mmmhmm” you nodded innocent, despite him being hard in front of your face. His eyes had melted to a softer chocolate fondue.

“Good, you’ll be too tired to leave when I’m finished with you”

“Now show me how much I made you want me”

He decided to keep the camera off, there is no way his hands could have maintained any type of composure. His hands were tightly balled fists in your hair. The deep breathless moans seeping past his pursed lips only kept your core vibrating furiously

//

There were many knowing smirky looks while the boy ate. Every time you pressed your thighs together that bit tighter. Every time he purposely had his hand just that tiny bit too high on your thigh. Every time he whispered to you how bad he needed to feel how wet you were and how he could make It worse. Inside your core was screaming but you physically responded backhanding him wherever you could reach. Obviously, the boys joked and scolded you; this only had Kihyun erupting into more giggles knowing full well you couldn’t defend yourself and say why.

Asshole

With that said you couldn’t quite call yourself the innocent party; sitting on his lap; minutely gyrating your hips earned you many harsh sly squeezes and warning stares.

With the bedroom door finally shut, it took Kihyun mere seconds to rid you of his white tee and joggers. You were already whimpering, desperate putty in his hands.

“Think you’ve waited long enough for me?” Kihyun cooed as you melted underneath his sweltering presence into the mattress.

“See how much longer you can wait” he shot in before you could answer. His hands not reaching you once, they stayed firmly either side of you; only his lips and nose grazed your skin. He knew you disapproved by the way you shifted on the sheets, his lips only curled up into a smirk on your chest before taking a firm bite. The sting had you squirming under him, at least the blossoming red will be coverable with clothes

Makes a change

The tip of his nose traced down your stomach in lazy patterns, every warm breathe fanning a new wave of goose bumps.

“Ki…please!” The nips and breaths on your thigh became way too overwhelming.

“Sorry princess” His head hovered over your core lowing air. You shuddered with an irritated groan.

“Sensitive, are we? A week of not being able to cum. Too much for you when you know I’m here Dying to fuck you?”

“Do you even have to ask” you breathed exasperated. Kihyun’s teasing was merciless at the best of times. He’d always have a flurry of cursing thrown his way.

“Now now, don’t make me keep you waiting any longer” blowing again, your body tensed holding on to every bit of sanity it could muster.

“Say please once more and I promise I’ll let you cum…”

Jesus Christ

“On one condition”

“Ugghh anything!” You would have sold your soul at this point. Your complaint caused a light laugh as he looked up from between your legs.

“I get to hear cry out my name? Your videos have drove me crazy this week, I want you so fucked out”

In his pause waiting for you to respond he stripped himself of his shirt. Finally. He necked half a glass of water before dipping back down between your legs. Eyes completely absorbing every ripple of his biceps and shoulder muscles until he’d positioned himself. With the guys preparing for a comeback he was at the gym more and no matter what he did most of the tone ended up being held in his shoulders and after a week of frustration you were entranced to say the least.

Your vision knocked off kilter.

“Shit!” You’d neglected to notice the amount of ice Kihyun had purposely put in his glass. Breathe was swiftly hijack from your chest. The ball of his metal tongue bar still ice cold pressed to your clit had your knuckles brimming white in the sheets, air forcing out through pursed lips. The fatal concoction of the cooled metal and the warmth of his mouth kicking the volume of your shocked moans to way too audible.

“Fuck you sound sexy but you’ve got to be quieter than that, I don’t want to gag you” He bobbed up gulping another mouthful, you could swear you heard even more crunching on ice. Wrists growing tighter in preparation.

//

“Is that good baby? Need to cum yet?”

As if your whines and writhing didn’t tell him this.

“Beg for it and you can have it” he cooed, chin glistening with you. Lips making there way up to yours at an agonisingly slow pace. Each hot kiss strong, liquidated with need. He found the taste between your thigh all too hard to pull himself away from.

“Beg” he asked again through a kiss you struggled to not cry through.

“Kihy…un please, I need you, jesus..Ki…please” whining with a fervent urgency.

“Oh I know you can do better than that princess” he goaded fingers hovering over the desperate core moments from sending those shockwaves you so badly needed.

“Fuck I swear… please let me cum, I’ve needed you so bad, please I’ve been craving your cock all week. Give it to me…I can’t…”

“Better, oh you know I’ll give it to you baby, but you can give this to me first” Your back arched to a perfect crescent, feeling his fingers stroke the front of your walls, that precious velvet goldmine.

Your neck peaked in front of him head rolled back into the sheets. His lips clamping down on you, hot pants fanning a hot breeze across your neck. Palm firm against your core.

“Fu…” your words grew silent. The pressure remaining firm sending longed out waves as the aftershocks started throbbing through your nerves. A growl rolled around his throat, his hips rolling against nothing. He was starting to feel desperate, aching for you.

“God I’ve never needed you so fucking much” he panted into your neck. Tracing his fingers through the mess he’d created. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth; dangerous eyes ravenous for more of you. Your body still recalibrating back down to the earth gave him no response.

“Are you still going to be a good girl for me a few more times?”

“Mmm I wanna be” you shuffled pressure at his hips, his knee pressed against your core allowing you to circle your hips against him. Your hands raced to his belt, fumbling the buckles undone. You needed him out of those tight jeans.

“Needy much” he teased, a small grunt of relief when the tight denim was dropped to the floor. He climbed back on the bed climbing past you to sit against the backboard. Rolling on your front to follow his presence.

“Come and sit on my thigh baby girl” A small pout formed on your lips.

“You think I’d give you my cock that easy huh? Not until your shaking with tears in your eyes”

“Mmm” you hummed your throbbing clit now pressed to his thigh. Both hands resting a loose grip either side of his neck.

“And don’t act like this isn’t one of your favourite things. Use me like the desperate princess I’ve made you”

“Do I get to touch you?” Ghost like touches trickled down his chest underneath the rapid barely controlled movements of his breathing. Doe eyes pleading against his blown eyes that struggled to lift from the shine glistening on his leg.

“Only until I tell you to stop” Your hand had already teased beneath the elastic of his boxers.

“Ugh” God the way the veins in his neck twitched as his head rolled back against the wall. Your hips angled onto his tensed thigh. His grip loosened around the wrist of the hand sliding down his shaft when he’d decided on the pace that wouldn’t shove him off the edge.

“You sound just as pretty with my hand round your dick as when you sing” your breathes mixing, perspirated foreheads pressed together both focused eyes down. You’re hips ground harder, hand speed moving in proportion.

“Tch… stop” Kihyun choked gripping at your wrist again. He guided your hand to the meet the other at the back of his neck.

“Focus on you, I wanna watch you fall apart” He pressed at your chest, straightening your back leaning back. His hand trailing your skin, each fingertip curving round your breasts taking every inch of skin to a heightened state.

“Don’t stop princess, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me baby” He shoved his hands down onto your hips pushing down as your head and arms fell forward onto him. He shoved his hand to the back of your head pushing you into a kiss to keep the moans ravaging out of the room as your muscles pulsed sweetly.

“Mmm I could watch that all day” Kihyun cooed kissing you with a sweetness worthy of diabetes. Your head swirling in climatic bliss. He sat up, maneuverer you beneath him. Your hands default dropping to either side of your head.

���Are you joking?” You panted soul packing up good and ready to leave. The devil stood tall in front of you, smirking down, eyes dark.

“I want one more” his fingers drummed against your wand that you were sure you were about to regret leaving at his.

“Now you have a choice, either I can hold it until your begging me to stop or you can?”

“You hold it”

“Pleeasssee” you added.

“Anything for you”

//

The vibrations had you whining, tears pricking at the side of your ears. Sensitivity hijacking every single nerve ending at your core. Kihyun’s head buried in your neck, low moans fanning your neck as your cries only made him strain harder to not buck into you.

“Colour?” Kihyun asked, his weight not allowing you to move, wand still harshly pressed to you. Your muscles drained of energy, the forced convulsions post climax forcing them to run past empty.

“Yel..low” you whimpered. He showed mercy freeing you of stimulation. He thumbed the corner of your eyes, the clear droplets chased its way over his knuckles.

“Had enough of me yet?” he breathed between gentle kisses down your body, a sweet trail of plump lips.

“Mmmm” you hummed not even in response more a noise of waning bliss.

“So you don’t want my cock after all your whining this week?” Eyes shooting open

“I do, Ki…please I’ve needed you soo bad” your body running on pure desperation.

“And just think all because I released a cover video”

“Roll over ass up add bits!” he ordered. You just about pumped enough strength into your muscles to obey.

“Here baby, save your energy” He rolled up a couple of pillows and plumped them under your stomach. The caramel chocolate of his voice melted and gooey.

“I’ll go slow baby”

You knew this was for him as well as you. He thrived on working you up to the point he’d be painfully on edge without even having you. He needed enough left to shove you into bliss once more with him.

Noise was no longer a concern, all you had left was breathless pants and groans.

“I never wanna believe how good you feel” Kihyun managed choking through his words, his hips light in their juts into you. Hips controlled by his hands secured at your hips, your head rolling hard into the mattress. Colour draining from your knuckles attempting to blend into the white sheets scrunched around them. The slow ascent torturous as it was sweet.

“Baby….” You choked.

“Mmm”

“Please go faster” you whined, the slow build up in your muscles was aching every fibre past the point you could cope.

“Why’s that princess?” Kihyun slowed his hips the demon.

“Want to…cum…please”

“You know you can’t be quiet when I fuck you like that” …

“Don’t…care…gag me” you managing panting through pursed lips. His hips stuttered in approval, a growl vibrating in his throat.

“Well… how can I refuse”

“Ugh” you both groaned in unison, disapproving of the emptiness you both felt.

Silicone ball consuming the inside of your mouth, leather taut across your cheek.

“Look at me baby” You were cross legged pillows hugged at your chest. Longing glazed over eyes looking up at him, hair fallen over your face. The red tinted skin around your eyes proof of your complete undoing.

“You are soo pretty like this, my fucked out good girl… Get back with your ass up” Thank god you were gagged. The now muffled squeal would have certainly drawn attention from the dorm. He spared no energy going easy on you, his hips snapping into you.

“Is this what you wanted? …Want you to cum with me, Okay!” Your nod into the mattress was not seen, your okay signal with your hands was. Your right hand flew to the side of his thigh, red crescents soon dented in his skin.

“Close baby?” You were falling apart quicker than hips could keep up.

“Fuck, keep doing that” hips slowing when you pulsed your walls around him.

“Mmm like that… okay…baby ready?” He didn’t need your hand signal, your body stiffened. Your concentration holding on to his ever-becoming sporadic hip thrusts. You waited for his delectable deep as fuck low groan and his body to still before you let the last wave of muscle spasms ravage your muscles of every last contraction. Long drawn out pulses drawing more water to your eyes, teeth gripping harder on the rubber.

The perspiration suddenly felt warmer under his palm curving round your behind, squeezing harshly. He half collapsed, more of his skin fusing across your back for a beat before completely falling onto the bed. You fell beside him, the ability to formulate words was still beyond you. Kihyun rolled to face you snuggling a kiss into your neck.

“Want a bath beautiful?” asking while stroking the peak curve of your hips where his fingers had been planted. As the oxytocin fled your system the soreness from the bruises that would surely blossom over the next few days nudged your skin.

“I’ve still got a couple of your fave bath bombs, and I’ll bring you some Vodka aaannnnnnd I’ll maybe even make you breakfast in the morning”

“Babe I’m going to need dinner by the time my body will work enough to leave the bed” you whined dramatically.

“But yes, love yooouu” you added, ridiculous accomplished smirk wreaking havoc on his face as the buckle of his belt secure the trouser back round his hips.

[is-it-madness]

My Glorious Purpose | Loki x OC Chapter 5

A/N: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the author who lied to you about having the second part up quickly. I am honestly, so, truly sorry. I’m not going to waste your time with excuses, but let’s just say that life has been whooping me for the last month. I’m so sorry, but here it is! The latest installment, I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Loki x OC  (Tera Digitalis)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Battle, mentions of blood

Chapter 5: The Battle of New York: Part 2

(Tera’s POV)

I nod at him and we soon re-engage in battle. Steve uses his shield, while I pick up the blaster Nat dropped earlier. I begin firing and slicing away. Tony soon comes to join us. Steve lifts his shield and Tony reflects a repulsor blast off the shield, taking out the surrounding warriors. I jump out of the way, crouching behind an overturned car. Tony then flies up the side of a building, hitting more warriors as he gains altitude.

We continue fighting. I see Chitauri falling out of the sky seemingly for no reason, but I know Clint is up on some rooftop, firing at them. 

I’m soon cornered by two aliens. I blast the first one, but before I can face the second, he has me in a headlock. I lose the blaster when he grabs me, I’m out of ammo for my pistol, and I can’t reach my knives.

“STEVE!” I scream for the Captain, but it’s no use. He’s on the ground, holding off a Chitauri trying to impale him. I feel the grip on my neck tighten.

“Steve!” I barely manage.

“Hold on kid!” He pushes the warrior off and onto sharp debris. He picks a blaster, but before he can shoot, a green light hits the warrior in the face. I feel his grip loosen and he falls to the floor in a crumpled heap. I fall to my knees, holding my throat, coughing, trying to catch my breath. Steve and I both look up, trying to locate where the light came from, but all we see is the Chitauri army flying through the sky.

We suddenly hear Clint’s voice through the earpiece. “Captain, the bank on 42nd, past Madison. They cornered a lot of civilians in there.”

“We’re on it.”

We jog towards the location Clint gave us.

When we reach the bank, Steve jumps through a window and begins to fight as I follow suit. He snaps the neck of one and throws him into the pit.

“Everyone clear out!” Steve orders.

I jump the balcony and land in the pit with the hostages.

“Everyone follow me!”

I lead the way to the doors only to find them blocked by an alien. They’re really starting to tire me.

“Get down!” I yell as he begins shooting. I run towards him, with my knives drawn, dodging his blasts. When I’m close enough, I roll between his legs and stand up behind him. As soon as he turns around to face me, I slice my knives across his throat. He falls to my feet and I wipe the blood off my blades. I push the doors open to let everyone out.

“C’mon! Quickly! We don’t have time!” 

People run past me. As soon as everyone leaves, I go looking for Steve. He’s standing next to a car that has a suspicious looking dent in it.

“Hey Cap, your mask is gone.”

“That’s okay,” he says out of breath.

We join up with Thor and resume our battle. We hear Natasha saying that she can shut the portal down.

“Do it!” Steve answers her.

“No, wait.”Tony commands.

Steve replies, “Stark, these things are still coming!”

“I got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it.”

“Stark, you know that’s a one way trip.”

“No Tony! You won’t make it!” I yell at him. But he doesn’t respond.

He flies over us, holding on to the missile. Tony redirects the missile, barely missing his tower, and pushes it up towards the portal. We watch on with fear and anticipation. He disappears inside the portal, still carrying the missile. We hold our breath. There’s nothing. Then out of nowhere, the Chitauri warriors begin to collapse, and the Leviathans fall from the sky, crashing into buildings. Thor, Steve, and I look around as they rain down on us. I look back up at the portal, waiting to see Tony come flying out.

I hear Nat whisper, “Come on, Stark.” 

“Close it.” Steve tells her.

I grab his arm. “But Tony! He’s still in there!”

I receive a solemn look in return. 

We look back up to see the portal shrinking rapidly. We watch, knowing that Tony won’t make it out. I suddenly feel a hollow sense of loss. Sure, I barely know him, but I feel like I just lost someone important to me. He sacrificed himself for us. None of us were supposed to die in this mission. 

A split second before the portal closes, we see something plunging to the ground. A red and gold deadweight.

Steve smiles. “Son of a gun!”

I laugh with joy, “He made it!” I say, hugging Steve.

“He’s not slowing down.” Thor calls out to us.

He prepares to fly at Tony when the Hulk grabs him out of the air, slides down the side of a building and crashes to the ground in front of us.

Hulk throws Tony off him and we run over. Thor pulls off the faceplate and Steve listens for a heartbeat, we look at each other when we notice the arc reactor fades out. 

“Tony,” I whisper, turning and burying my face in Thor’s chest. I can't look at him. I sob quietly and Thor holds me tighter. Suddenly the Hulk roars and beats his chest. I hear a shocked gasp and turn around to see Tony open his eyes. He looks around, shaken.

“What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me.”

I laugh, wiping my tear-stained cheek.

“We won,” Steve tells him, relieved.

“Alright, hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it.”

“We’re not finished yet,” Thor remarks, looking up at Stark Tower.

“And then shawarma after?” Tony asks him, hopeful.

We sit him up and quickly make our way to Stark Tower. 

As we make our way towards the stairs, Tony cries out, “No, no, no, no,” We turn to look at him. “We just fought off several hundred monsters, we’re all bleeding and in pain. We’re taking my personal elevator. C’mon.”

We follow him to a set of doors, you wouldn’t even know that they were there. Maybe because Tony hid them behind a painting of himself. I roll my eyes.

“I saw that kid!”

I grin at him sheepishly.

We make our way up to the penthouse and we find Nat and Clint already waiting for us.

“Nice staff,” I tell her.

“Nice gash,” she responds before pulling me into a tight hug.

“We did it Nat. We won.”

“Not yet.”

We all turn to face Loki. He crawls over to a stair and turns to see us surrounding him. Clint with an arrow drawn and aimed at him, Natasha holding his scepter. He flinches slightly when he sees the Hulk growling at him. His eyes land on me. I see a flash of dismay cross his face, but it’s gone as fast as it came. He’s probably disappointed I didn’t die.

“If it’s all the same to you,” he says breathlessly to Tony, “I’ll have that drink now.”

I try to hold my smile and I can see Tony with an amused look on his face. Thor grabs him and places cuffs on his wrists. 

“Let’s go,” he growls at Loki.

We enter Tony’s elevator after telling Hulk he had to use the stairs. He punches the doors in anger when they close, but we already begin our descent.

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

 The Avengers, Dr. Selvig, and I walk to the center of a footbridge in Central Park. Tony is carrying a briefcase, Thor has Loki in a muzzle and handcuffs. Clint, Nat, a de-Hulkified Dr. Banner, and I walk from our cars. Steve joins us from his motorcycle.

Dr. Selvig takes a glass cylinder out of a truck. Tony opens his case, which is on the ground. Dr. Banner holds the Cube with some tongs and puts it into the glass cylinder Dr. Selvig has. Thor gives a nod to Steve, Tony, Clint and Dr. Banner. He takes Nat’s hand and kisses it. He turns to me and pulls me into a hug.

“I have enjoyed fighting with you.” He tells me. “You are a brave warrior for such a small child.”

I smile at him. I decide to let it slide this time.

“It was an honor to fight by your side,” I say.

He gives my shoulder a squeeze and smiles as he turns to shake hands and say goodbye to Dr. Selvig. I walk back towards Nat and Clint. Clint is currently staring Loki down. As Loki looks at Natasha, she whispers something into Clint’s ear that makes him smile. Loki looks away from her and starts looking at me instead. I stare back, but he keeps looking. Feeling uncomfortable at his stare, I feel myself blushing again. I detect a smile from under that muzzle. I quickly turn away to find something else to look at. I see Thor holding the cylinder that has the Tesseract in it. He gestures it to Loki, who grabs one end of the cylinder and Thor has the other. He nods to us and twists the device, which lights up. We watch the two brothers vanish into the sky. As we turn to leave, I see Tony and Steve shake hands. Nat takes a duffel bag out of the backseat of a S.H.I.E.L.D. car. She hands it to Bruce as Clint heads to the driver’s seat. I realize I don’t have a way back home. Steve wants to travel, Bruce is moving in with Tony, and who knows where Clint and Nat are going. This isn't the first time she’s left me - I’m used to her disappearing for days on end and then suddenly showing up again. But this time, I’m not on the helicarrier. I walk to Nat to ask her if she can somehow tell Fury to come pick me up, but she’s busy rummaging in the trunk of the car with Clint. Steve left already, so I turn to Tony. He’s sitting in his car, with Bruce next to him.

“Hey Mr. Stark, I uh, I was wondering if I can ask for a favor? Do you- do you think you can ask Fury to pick me up? I don’t really have any way of contacting him, and I kinda wanna go home.”

He lowers his sunglasses at me and raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t have to,” I quickly say, realizing that I might’ve annoyed him. After all, who would WANT to actually call Fury. “It’s okay, I’ll just, um, I’ll-”

“Wait.”

I shut my mouth.

“You’re telling me that the helicarrier is your home? You actually live there?”

I nod.

“What about your family? I thought you live with them?”

I clear my throat. “No sir… I don’t have a family. I’ve been living on the helicarrier since I was 16.”

There is a long pause.

“Get in.”

“What?”

“Get in. You’re coming to live with Bruce, Pepper and I.”

I take a step back. “Oh, no Mr. Stark. I - I can’t do that. I don’t want to be a bother.”

He rolls his eyes, steps out of his car, and opens the back door.

“Get your butt in, before I push you in.”

But I still don’t.

He walks to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You won’t be a bother. Have you seen my building? And besides, Bruce is coming to live with me, and you know how he gets when he’s mad.”

“Hey!”

I laugh.

“Just c’mon kid. I don’t want you living in that flying hunk of metal your whole life. You’re still a kid, for crying out loud! You shouldn’t be up there all the time. Plus, you don’t really have a choice. Everyone left.”

I turn around. Sure enough, Nat, Clint, and Steve are gone. 

I turn back to face Tony.

“Okay,” I answer quietly.

“Good, now c’mon. Let’s go home.”

We both get in his car, he turns the ignition, and he drives to Stark Tower.

Part 6

[mizmahlia]

Jason, Meet John Constantine

I saw this post yesterday about Jason. The OP (asexualarkhamknight) put the idea out there that since Jason died and came back, he’s able to see ghosts and other non-living beings. One day John Constantine shows up to exorcise a demon and remarks that he’s never seen so many spirits drawn to someone before.

Of course my brain went ‘WRITE SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY’, so here we are.

This is my first attempt at writing John Constantine, so beware. There’s a mention of some blood, but nothing graphic, and a swear word or two.

Tim was the first to notice it.

Jason hadn’t been back that long, maybe eight months, when they encountered each other at a crime scene. Jason was already there wrapping things up when Tim arrived. He acknowledged Tim with a nod. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Tim said, approaching carefully. There was a tentative truce happening at the moment and he didn’t want to stir things up. “Want any help?” Jason yanked on the end of the flex cuffs around the man’s wrists, tightening them painfully. The guy he had pinned to the ground hissed. “Watch it, prick! That hurts!” Jason dug his knee in harder, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at him. “Tell that to the woman you attacked, asshole.” Tim heard muffled crying from somewhere behind him and went to check it out, carefully peering around the corner. A young woman was huddled on the ground, clutching her coat against her chest and crying. Tim approached slowly, making noise so she could hear him. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” She sniffled and looked up at him, shaking her head. “N-no. I’m okay. My roommate is coming to get me once the cops get here.” Tim went back to where Jason was standing only to find him staring at something. His posture was rigid and he’d removed his helmet. Behind the domino, his eyes were wide and he was holding his breath. He stopped beside Jason and turned to see what he was looking at but saw nothing but the darkness and shadows in the alley. “Hood?” Tim asked quietly. Tim’s voice seemed to shake him out of his trance and Jason cleared his throat loudly. “You got this? I need to be somewhere.” “Sure. You call GCPD?” Jason nodded and put his helmet back on, grappling up and disappearing. Tim took one last glance at what Jason had been staring at but saw nothing. He knew Jason wasn’t at one hundred percent at the moment (why would he be, after everything he’d been through), but he had a feeling whatever Jason saw was real enough to actually scare him. And that frightened Tim, just a little.

Weeks later Dick was the next to observe the strange behavior.

He climbed to the roof of the Arkham medical facility, heaving himself up over the edge and laying on his back for a moment trying to catch his breath. He and Jason finished clearing the building of rioters when Jason disappeared suddenly.  Dick knew where he’d be; they all tended to seek some altitude when things got rough and Jason was no exception. He was sitting on the roof facing Gotham Bay, staring into the night sky. It was only about an hour until dawn, so it wasn’t nearly as dark as it had been when the riot first started. Dick could see Jason’s helmet sitting a few feet from him, seemingly ripped off and tossed aside, based on the scuff marks. Jason tensed momentarily and reached into his jacket as Dick approached, but relaxed when Dick sat next to him. He kept about two feet of space between them; according to Tim, Jason startled easily these days. It was like he was somewhere else. “You okay? I turned around and you were gone.” Jason’s jaw clenched and he closed his eyes. “I’m fine.” Dick nodded and turned his face out to the water, breathing deeply. “You know you can talk to me if you need to, right?” Jason tilted his head down, his eyes still closed. “Just back off,” he muttered. Dick got the distinct impression Jason wasn’t talking to him so he waited patiently. Moments later Jason opened his eyes and looked at him. Even in the darkness Dick could see how bloodshot Jason’s eyes were. “None of you can help with this.” “Little Wing, we might not have been through what you have, but there are still ways we can help…” Jason interrupted, his voice tired and weary. “That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s okay. Just... don’t worry about it.” Not wanting to push Jason any further, Dick let it go. They sat next to each other for a few more minutes. At several points Jason turned and looked over his shoulder, grimacing before looking out at the bay again. Dick said nothing but watched with a great deal of concern. They were in no danger of anyone coming up behind them, yet Jason kept glancing back as if he were expecting someone. “Do you see something back there, Jay?” Dick’s question clearly rattled him because Jason shuddered violently. He leaned back and grabbed his helmet before climbing to his feet. “You don’t wanna know.” He took off sprinting for the edge of the roof, diving off the edge before firing his grapple. Dick stared out over the water. Whatever Jason was seeing definitely had him spooked. And it was unnerving to see Jason afraid of anything, let alone something that wasn’t really there.

Bruce was next. He convinced Jason to meet him at a diner for breakfast and a long-overdue conversation. They were sitting across from each other in a booth by the window, talking about anything and everything except what happened to Jason in the warehouse and after. Jason barely touched any of his food and had already drained three cups of coffee. He was staring out the window watching people rush off to work. Bruce set his fork down and blotted his mouth with a napkin before leaning back against the booth. “Jason, is there something wrong? Are you alright?” Jason turned to Bruce and attempted a reply, but his gaze stopped at something over Bruce’s left shoulder. His eyes widened and he bit his lip, quickly looking down at the table and closing his eyes. He exhaled deeply and slowly. Bruce frowned and glanced over his shoulder. Other than a few other patrons of the diner there was nothing out of the ordinary behind him. “Jason?” “I’m fine,” he said, much too quickly. “Just a long night, that’s all. You were saying?” He picked up his fork and stabbed at his omelet. Bruce sighed and picked up his own fork. While they were mending their relationship, apparently they hadn’t reached a point where Jason trusted Bruce enough to talk to him about anything more serious than Dick’s job as a cop or Alfred’s latest attempt at waffles. “Alfred had a wonderful idea. Are you free Thursday night? We’re planning a family dinner and would love for you to join us.” Jason put down his fork and shrugged. “What time?” “Dinner would be at seven, but you’re free to come whenever you’d like.” Bruce tried not to get overly hopeful, but Jason’s hesitation instead of the usual ‘no way in hell’ response was a surprise. Jason looked out the window and cringed before leaning his elbows on the table and mashing his hands over his eyes. Bruce turned to see nothing but some early morning fog, commuters rushing to work and a GCPD officer patrolling the sidewalk across the street. “I’ll be there,” Jason said suddenly, his voice tired and rough. “But I’ve gotta go. Something’s come up.” He refused to make eye contact with Bruce as he reached for his wallet. “Jason, no. I’ll take care of this.” He stretched his arm over the table, his large hand gentle on Jason’s wrist. “Please, let me.” Jason looked up, focused only on Bruce’s face. Bruce could tell Jason was fighting the urge to look behind him again. “Okay. Thanks, B.” He climbed out of the booth, rushed to the door and disappeared in the throng of people outside the door. Bruce looked behind him one more time. There was still nothing there.

Bruce joined Alfred in the kitchen Thursday afternoon, smiling when he saw Dick emerge from the pantry carrying an armful of supplies.

“You can place those on the counter, Master Dick. Thank you.” Dick unloaded the food and took a seat at the table, sneaking a carrot from the salad. “I’ll pretend I didn’t see that,” Alfred muttered dryly. There was a hint of a smile on his face as he tossed Dick a cherry tomato from the carton he had in his hands. Bruce took a seat across from Dick, also taking a carrot. Alfred sighed and set a small platter on the table between them, filling it with the vegetables he hadn’t used in the salad. “Have either of you noticed anything unusual about Jason?” The blunt nature of the question caught both Dick and Alfred off guard. Dick studied the carrot he was holding before popping it into his mouth. “Apart from his temper, the violence, the attacks on nearly everyone in this house, and the fact he returned from the dead?” Bruce almost choked on his carrot and Alfred spun on his heel. “Master Richard,” he scolded. Dick held up his hands. “I’m not judging, honestly. But there’s a lot that’s unusual about the guy. He’s been through a lot.” He looked over at Bruce. “So you’ll have to be a little more specific.” Tim entered the kitchen and went straight for the refrigerator, grabbing an energy drink. Dick pulled out the chair next to him and Tim sat down. He opened the can and took a drink, glancing between Bruce and Dick. “Okay, now what happened?” When Bruce didn’t say anything, Dick answered.

“Bruce was wondering if we’ve noticed anything unusual about Jason.” Tim’s curiosity piqued, he leaned forward. “You mean like how he’s talking to or seeing things that aren’t really there?” Bruce’s eyes widened and he looked at Tim, who was surprisingly casual about it. “I noticed it a few weeks ago and again the other night. Except the second time, he was muttering to someone I couldn’t see.” Dick nodded and turned to Tim. “Like he honestly believed there was someone there.” “Exactly, yeah.” Bruce interjected, concerned they’d both had more contact with Jason than he had. “You’ve been working with him?” “Not working with him, per se, although I wouldn’t turn him down if he wanted to.” Tim toyed with the energy drink can, sliding it back and forth between his hands. “A few times we arrived at the same crime scene. The first time it was like he saw a ghost, judging by the look on his face. The second time he told someone or something to fuck off and leave him alone.” “Language, Master Timothy.” “Sorry, Alfred. Just quoting the source material.” Alfred turned from the stove and leaned a hip on the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “Has it occurred to any of you that whatever that young man has been through has severely traumatized him? That his seeing things is a result of his resurrection and its complications?” Bruce looked at him, frowning. “Of course it has, Alfred. But as far as helping him is concerned, we have to figure out whether it’s a mental illness or a side effect of whatever brought him back. Treatment can only happen once we know what we’re treating.” Damian chose to enter the kitchen at that moment, arms crossed and leaning against the doorway. The expression on his face was one of disinterest. “Why don’t you ask him? He just pulled into the driveway.” He turned to leave, muttering to himself. “Although if it were up to me, I’d put him in a strait jacket and hand him over to the staff at Arkham.” Dick and Bruce both looked at Damian, shock clearly written on their faces, and they both spoke at the same time. “Damian!” He stopped and turned around. “What? You said it yourselves. He’s damaged.” “So are you, apparently,” Tim muttered. Bruce frowned at Tim, a look that said you aren’t helping. Alfred turned and Damian immediately glanced his way, his face going pale. “Young man, if I hear anything like that from you again, you’ll be dealing with me. Do you understand?” Damian nodded and disappeared toward the library. “Jesus,” Dick muttered, a hand raking through his hair. “He doesn’t mince words, does he?” Bruce sighed in response and stood up, following Alfred to the front door. Dick looked at Tim. “You said Jason looked like he’d seen a ghost. You don’t think..”

Tim only shrugged a shoulder. “It wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve encountered.”

Jason cut the engine of his bike and tugged his helmet off, his thick hair standing on end as he stared up at the house. He dreaded coming to the Manor. It wasn't because Bruce and everyone was here, but because the estate was old and with old properties came ghosts, demons and other paranormal beings. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him since he got back but whatever it was, he wished it would stop. He hung his helmet on the handle bar and climbed off the bike, walking up to the front door. He hadn’t seen anything since he’d left the city and for that he was relieved. The last few nights he’d spent reading up on the history of Wayne Manor to try and find out if he’d be seeing any malevolent spirits or ghosts, but he’d come up with nothing. That was the only reason he was currently standing on the front steps. Before he even had his hand raised to knock the door opened and Alfred was standing there with a smile on his face. “Jason, my boy. How good to see you.” Jason crossed the threshold and glanced quickly around the entrance hall, relief washing over him when he didn’t see anything or anyone who wasn’t supposed to be there. Dick and Tim were standing in the doorway to the living room, Dick waving like a child. Bruce was standing just behind Alfred. “We’re glad you came.” He nodded and handed Bruce his jacket, removing his boots and heading toward the living room, still subtly looking around. It had become a habit the last month or two and most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it until someone mentioned it. Like now. “What are you looking at, Jaybird?” Jason scowled at the nickname and brushed past Dick to enter the living room. “I haven’t been here in a while. Sue me.” He took one of the armchairs by the fireplace and curled up in it, staring into the flames. Dick and Tim took the couch and Bruce sat in the chair opposite Jason. Damian wandered in a few minutes later and sat down on the carpet in front of Bruce’s chair. Jason felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle, an all-too-familiar feeling lately. He slowly turned his head to see a dark-haired woman standing in the doorway, fingers toying with a string of pearls around her neck. He slammed his eyes shut and turned back to the fire, not caring at all who noticed. At least she wasn’t hideously deformed from some horrible or violent injury like most of the beings he saw were. She only had a stain on the front of her dress that was hard to see since the fabric was also dark. He inhaled sharply and held his breath, a thought crossing his mind. She looked familiar and he knew why. His eyes moved to the portrait above the fireplace. The portrait of Bruce’s parents. He couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up so fast he nearly knocked the chair over and rushed from the room, going down the hall and through the kitchen to the back garden. He sprinted as fast as he could across the back lawn toward the woods, only stopping when the trail became too dark to see. Leaning forward with his hands on his knees, he gasped for breath, his chest heaving. At first it was nothing serious, just a flash of something in the corner of his eye when he turned around. From there it progressed to cold spots in his apartment or while he was on patrol. Then it was a presence he could feel, like he was being watched, and when he turned around he couldn’t see anything but a faded outline of a person. It didn’t really worry him until he worked on a particularly gruesome case involving a Victor Szasz copycat. Ever since he caught the guy, he was seeing ghosts of people murdered in Gotham and sensed there was also something seriously evil following him around. There were the awful nightmares, the ones that had nothing to do with the Joker and made those seem tame by comparison. And the puffs of hot air against his neck whenever he worked in certain parts of the city, air that smelled of death and decay. All of it was driving Jason mad and he felt powerless to stop it. He’d marked up his most secure safe house with all sorts of protection wards, blessed artifacts and charms. His doors and windows were lined with rock salt. And the palms of his hands were sore and raw from clenching his hands into fists whenever he sensed whatever evil thing was following him, an effort to remind himself what was real and what wasn’t. But that wasn’t working anymore and he could never be sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He collapsed onto his hands and knees on the dirt path, breathing in the comforting scents of earth dampened with the night’s dew and the decay of leaves. His breathing evened, his heartbeat slowed. Once he was able to think clearly he realized Dick and Bruce were calling his name. His shoulders sagged and he stood up,  slowly walking back toward the Manor. At the edge of the clearing, he saw Dick and Bruce coming toward him armed with flashlights. Dick visibly sighed with relief. Bruce looked concerned and in a rare turn of events, confused. Jason’s face blushed crimson and he was glad they were outside in the darkness. “Jesus, Little Wing. What the hell was that?” Jason looked at Dick and sighed. He knew he had to tell someone. “Look, if we can go inside, I’ll try and explain what’s going on.” Dick turned and headed back toward the house. When Jason moved to follow, Bruce put a hand out to stop him. “There’s someone here to visit you. I’d like to know why you’ve had anything to do with him.”

Jason narrowed his eyes and backed away from Bruce. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “John Constantine is here and would like a word with you.”

Jason followed Bruce inside and into the study where he could see Tim and Damian sitting on a couch and Dick standing behind them. Alfred was talking to someone who was standing just out of view. Bruce entered the room and Jason hesitated in the doorway, the scent of cigarette smoke heavy in the air.

He'd heard of John Constantine but had never met him. Jason watched as he greeted Bruce with a smile and a handshake, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. His blonde hair was a bit disheveled, as was the shirt and tie he was wearing, and his sleeves were hastily rolled up his forearms. The tan trench coat draped over Alfred's arm must also belong to him. Alfred wrinkled his nose and silently moved past him to hang up John's coat. "So there's the man of the hour," John said, stepping forward and holding out his hand. "You're a tough man to track down, Jason Todd." Jason froze next to the couch.  "What do you want?" John took a drag on his cigarette and withdrew his hand, sizing him up with a frown.  "You been having nightmares lately? Seeing things that aren't there?"  Jason glanced sideways at Tim and Dick before looking back at John. "Maybe. What's that got to do with you?" John grinned. "Oh, it's got plenty to do with me, lad. When you came back from wherever you'd been? You brought something with you. I'm here to send it back because Earth is no place for a being that evil." Jason felt the blood drain from his face and he stepped around John to sit down on a couch across from Tim and Damian, who, honestly, he'd forgotten were in the room. Bruce was standing in the shadows by the window, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. John stood next to the fire place and flicked the butt of the cigarette into the flames. "Tell me. How bad has it become? What have you seen?" Jason swallowed hard. "Mostly ghosts of people who've been murdered. But sometimes I..." he closed his eyes. "Sometimes I feel something right behind me, breathing down my neck. But when I turn around it's not there." He opened his eyes again, his voice going quiet. "It smells like.." "Death and sulfur," John finished for him.  Jason merely nodded. "Bloody hell," John muttered. "He's closer than I thought."  Bruce stepped from his place near the desk and took a seat next to Jason.  "What is it, why is it following Jason, and how do we get rid of it?" he asked. 

John pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit another one. Dick went and opened a window.  "There's nothing you can do about it," he said carefully. "It's latched itself onto Jason here and it won't let go until it takes what it can from him and is strong enough to cross through." "So what is it?" Tim asked. "Why is it after Jason?" John turned to him.  "It's a demon that feeds on pain and suffering and when it finds a particularly tortured soul, it latches on until the host drops dead and it can cross through to the land of the living, wreaking hell on earth." Tim sank back into the couch, staring at Jason in disbelief. John sat on the arm rest next to Jason and clapped a hand on his shoulder.  "With what you went through before you died, and how you came back? You've got a lot of pain and anguish for it to feed on, more than I've ever seen. If it continues much longer, it'll be too strong to stop." Jason looked up at John, ignoring the gutted expressions of Bruce, Dick and Tim at John's mention of his death. "What do I need to do?" John grinned. "That's the spirit. You need to come with me, mate, and we'll make a pit stop at the house before we get to it." John pulled Jason to his feet and headed toward the door. Bruce stepped in front of him, putting his hand on John's chest. "Under different circumstances this would be appealing, Bruce, but not now. We need to get moving." Bruce narrowed his eyes. "If he doesn't come back in one piece, you will find out what hell actually feels like, Constantine." Alfred handed John his coat and held Jason's out as well. The grin hadn't left John's face. "Been there, done that. I've got pictures, if you'd like." "Let's get this over with," Jason muttered, stepping between Bruce and John and into the hallway. "I'd rather not see dead people anymore." John led him from the Manor out into the driveway, opening the portal to the House and ushering Jason through. The arrived in a large library, full of books, artifacts and other mystical relics. Jason cocked an eyebrow at a shelf housing a bottle of liquor and glasses. "I hate to break it to you, Jason, but that gift of yours might never go away." He was perusing a series of shelves in front of him, grabbing seemingly random items and putting them in his coat pockets. "Since you died and came back you're a link between planes, the living and the dead." Jason turned to face him, hands in his pockets. "One, how do you know all of that? And two, why only murder victims?" John waved his hand and a bottle floated down from the top shelf, settling into his palm. "You radiate pain and suffering. And that's something I tend to pick up on since it attracts creatures like the demon now following you." He grabbed one book off a shelf next to Jason, looking up at him. "That and I met spirit who saw your death. I'm sorry you went through that. As far as why murder victims? I think it's because you are one, so they're drawn to you because of who you are." "And who might that be?" "Someone who gives a damn about those who've been wronged." He straightened his tie and jerked his head in the direction of the front door, lighting a cigarette.  "C'mon, lad. We've got some work to do and I'd like to finish before he knows we're coming."

Everything was laid out in a precise manner, the sigils marked in the grass with red spray paint. John was reading through a list of incantations he had to recite to summon the demon and banish it for good. All Jason had to do was stand in the center of the circle, surrounded by the artifacts and charms John set up, and not die. "Oi. You want your family here for this, or no?" Jason looked up at him from where he stood, facing the impending sunrise. "Family?" John rolled his eyes. "You know, your dad, brothers, et cetera." "No. I don't want them anywhere near here." "Then you might want to tell them that." He lifted his chin, pointing at the abandoned church behind Jason. "I didn't tell them we were here." It was Jason's turn to roll his eyes. He turned around to see Bruce, Dick and Tim approaching. "You guys need to leave. We don't need your help with this." "Actually, if any of you happen to have some experience reading Latin, I would.." "Shut your mouth, Constantine, they're not staying." John smirked, but said nothing more. "Fine," Tim said. "We'll keep our distance. But we aren't leaving you two here alone." "Afraid he'll enjoy this too much?" John quipped, flashing Bruce a cocky grin. Dick grabbed Bruce's forearm and tugged him backward. The retreated to the abandoned church where they'd been waiting. Close enough to see what happened, too far to hear anything. Once they were out of earshot, John grew serious. "Now, I'm going to start rambling in Latin, summoning this thing right to us. Once it's here, under no circumstances are you to turn around and look at it. Are we clear?" Jason nodded. "When it gets here, I'm going to start the banishing ritual and when I say 'now', pour this into the bowl, got it?" John handed him a small vial with the cap unscrewed and Jason glanced down at the bowl full of herbs, bitter-smelling powders and sheep's blood. It was shocking how something so seemingly simple would drive the demon away. "Let's get cracking, shall we?" He flipped to the first page and started reciting the ritual, the Latin sounding strange to Jason. Despite his ear for language, he was rusty with Latin and only caught every fourth or fifth word. The wind began to pick up and he thought he could vaguely smell sulfur. The scent grew stronger as John continued, his voice rising above the wind. Jason felt goosebumps spread over his arms and legs, a shiver working its way down his spine. John motioned for Jason to continue looking at him, pointing at his own eyes with two fingers. He nodded and focused on John.  To John's credit, he pretended he hadn't seen the demon coming at Jason, a black, gnarled hand with razor-sharp claws reaching toward him. Jason caught the scent of rotting flesh and swallowed, trying not to gag. He slammed his eyes closed as the claws hooked his jacket and tugged at him. Jason unzipped his jacket and slid out of it, hearing it snarl in anger as his jacket fell away. He could no longer hear John. All Jason could hear was the enraged howl of the demon, its ragged breathing disgustingly close to his ear. He cried out in pain as several of its claws raked their way down his back, tearing his sweatshirt into ribbons. His eyes opened when John's voice somehow got louder. "NOW, JASON! DO IT NOW!" Jason wrenched himself away from the demon's claws, collapsing to the group in a heap. He poured the vial into the bowl and it instantly smoked before a blinding flash of light exploded. Jason shut his eyes and covered his ears against the noise. Moments later he thought he heard John calling his name, but he could barely think.  "Jason? Open your sodding eyes, damn it!" Jason forced his eyes open and looked up to see relief flood John's features. "We need to get you up so we can have a look at your back." He nodded and let John help him into a sitting position. Jason felt something running down his back, soaking into his jeans and boxers. John peeked over his shoulder and winced. "Let's get you back home so they can patch you up." Jason slumped forward against John's shoulder, his eyes slipping closed. There was a blanket wrapped around him and someone lifted him up. He listened as Bruce and John talked. "Is it gone?" "It is, yeah. No way it could fight a banishing ritual like that." There was a gust of wind and Jason could hear the familiar hum of equipment in the cave. "Jason's a strong bloke, Bruce. He fought this thing for weeks before I picked up the trail." "I'm glad you did. Thank you, John." He was carefully set down and rolled to his stomach, the remnants of his shirt being cut away. "A compliment from Batsy himself. I'm absolutely chuffed." "Don't push it." There was a flick of a lighter and the sound of a flame touching paper. Moments later, the scent of smoke. "You know, there's one thing still on my mind." Jason felt the pinch of a syringe and the stinging from the wounds on his back began to fade.  "What's that?" "I've not seen spirits drawn to a human like this before. Not sure what they all want, but they're out there." He listened to John's footsteps retreat a few feet. There was a pause while he took a drag off the cigarette.  "I'll drop by the city in a few weeks to check in on him." "John..." "Take care of him, Bruce. He needs you." There was a rush of air and the cave was nearly silent, save for Bruce's whisper. "I'm here, Jason. I'm still here."