#i literally was waiting for the drop to post this

[adieutristana]

painkiller; jinx x fem!reader

kinda nervous to post this one idk if it’s too nasty oops

characters included; jinx

summary; it’s that time of the month, and cramps have you down for the count. jinx is all too eager to help.

tags/warnings; dom!jinx, sub!reader, period sex, tribbing, dirty talk, NASTY, porn with plot (kinda)

men and minors dni.

fizz... BOOM!

another experiment blowing up in jinx's face, figuratively and literally. the girl huffs in light frustration as she lifts her goggles to rest atop her head, using her elbow to wipe gunpowder off her face. another failed experiment.

she's used to it by now, though- these things never go smoothly. it's a process of trial and error rather than one smooth testing sequence, one she's come to embrace. all the girl can do new is pick up the pieces of the last experiment, identify and fix her errors, and try again.

but the sound of you groaning behind her is making it increasingly hard to focus.

you're curled up on your side on jinx's cot, your knees tugged tight to your chest. you've been like this for the past hour or so, softly rocking yourself while you make little grunts in pain. you're on your period- and while your periods usually give you discomfort, this is the worst it's been in a while. bad enough that you didn't go to any of your classes today, and that's something you never do.

you'd already taken pain medicine, already tried a warm compress... nothing is helping. just you and your cramps, and you have to tough it out.

your girlfriend then turns around in her chair with a short huff. her brows are furrowed, and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"alright, what's all this fussing about?" she asks, clearly a bit impatient.

"i just.. ah," you grumble, trying to uncurl yourself just a bit. but as soon as you do another cramp hits, and you're forced to retreat back into your own embrace. "it's that time of the month. second day."

jinx's expression drops, and her eyes widen just a bit. second day- that's rough.

"oh," she purses her lips. "why didn't ya tell me? i could've been helping you out."

"you're busy. i didn't wanna distract you..."

jinx quickly scrambles to her feet, crouching beside her workbench to begin shuffling through drawers. it's a bit comical how she doesn't keep track of where things are in her own space, but she digs through regardless. first drawer is just a bunch of stray blueprints and paint cans, second is... toys, third is assorted magazines and books, and fourth is where she keeps first-aid supplies. supplies you'd given her after seeing her patch up her leg with a stapler.

"a-ha! got it!"

she scampers over to you, crouching beside you as she unwraps a heat pad and begins pushing up your shirt. you just sigh at the sight, though, and shake your head.

"i already tried a hot water bottle, babe."

"yeah, well that's a water bottle. this is a heating pad. maybe it'll be different."

she sticks the pad to your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure (earning a few giggles from you) before she tugs your shirt back down. the girl steps back, placing her hands on her hips in that confident way she always does.

"ta-da! it should start working in..." she glances at the back of the box again. "fifteen minutes! then you'll feel all better. no more pesky cramps."

she gives your arm one last firm pat before standing up and making her way back to the workbench. it's seconds before you can hear a blowtorch and metal clinking, sounds you've become all too familiar with. laid on your back now, you can only close your eyes while you wait for the heat pad to start working- that is, if it does work. you've tried everything you can at this point, but it still feels like you're being ripped from the inside out. your stomach hurts, your lower back hurts, you've been feeling nauseous on and off the entire day. thankfully, it's off right now.

waiting is the hard part, but as you feel the heat spread over your lower stomach, it does work. not to the extent you'd like, but you'll take anything at this point. the pain eases over the next few minutes while the sounds of jinx working fade into the background. you're a bit more mobile now, able to sit up (although with a slouch still)- but you can watch jinx, you could put something on the tv if you wanted to.

for now, though, you'll just stay laid on your side with the heat pad working its magic. the girl in front of you wheels herself around swiftly, tweaking blueprints and humming to herself while she works on.. something. she'd told you she was trying to concentrate the hex crystal's energy into other mediums, but nothing was successful yet. though knowing jinx and how smart she is, how resourceful, it's a matter of time before she figures something out.

she then swivels her chair around, facing you with wide eyes before she wheels herself over to you. the girl stops right in front of her cot, placing a hand over the pad on your stomach.

"feeling better?" she hums.

"for the most part," you murmur, giving her a weak smile. "it still hurts a little, but i expected that."

but jinx's face just twists a bit, and she wrinkles her nose in discontentment. "mm... that's no good. the pain should be gone, like- totally gone."

"babe, really, i don't expect this thing to work miracles."

"but toooots, i don't like seeing you hurting!" she nearly whines, and leans forward over her knees in thought. her face twists again, a look you've come to recognize. she's trying to figure something out, ever the problem-solver.

one thing you've come to recognize, and love about jinx is that she's fiercely protective. she can't stand the thought of anyone or anything hurting you, even if it's your own uterus once a month. she cares, she only wants the best for you, she only wants to see you happy. you rocking yourself in her cot to ease the cramps that are wracking your body? no good.

then you hear her gasp, and snap her fingers.

"i got it!"

she then climbs on the cot with you, swinging a leg over to straddle your lower half. jinx is wearing a wide, toothy grin, as if she's just cracked the code.

"i know what'll help your little... dilemma," she chuckles, her fingernails trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your shorts. her tone is smooth, calculated- the kind that comes right before trouble. the coldness of the metal finger sends a shiver down your spine, but she stops just short of the elastic to look back up at you. "if you'll let me."

but it sends your mind reeling. she can't seriously be suggesting that, can she?

"baby, i'm on my period," you stress.

"yeah, i know that. and?"

"and, it's my second day, and there's a lot of blood, and i," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a light frown. you'd be lying if you said that this wasn't enticing. you can feel your heartbeat quickening and the hairs on your arms stand on end, but you can't. it's too messy, probably too risky. "i feel gross..."

but jinx just scoffs, rolling her rosy eyes as if it's nothing to her.

"okay, so we'll put down some towels. no big deal." she pokes your side playfully. "you're anything but gross, toots. come onnn, it'll make you feel good! they say orgasms make cramps better. like... an organic painkiller."

you're still not fully sold, though, and jinx just sighs in mild exasperation. you want this, you do. but it'll be messy, things could go wrong, you feel the furthest thing from sexy right now. she leans down, pressing a gentle kiss against the pulse point of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you.

"baby, i wanna do this," she murmurs, plump lips brushing the skin of your neck. "i'll make you feel real good, promise."

and damn it, she's convincing. she's offering.

"...okay," you whisper, swallowing as you glance down at jinx. "but we put those towels down."

her lips curve into a wide grin, and she just nods, giving a mock-salute while she crawls off you. "you got it!"

she's back in a matter of seconds with a few already paint-stained towels, gesturing for you to lift your hips- which you do, so she can place them down. she's then crawling over you again, one arm on either side of your head while she gazes down. like a predator about to pounce on their prey, she's smiling at you like she's about to devour you. saying she wants to is an understatement.

you don't have more than a split second to think before she surges down, and her lips crash into yours- already heated and quick, her lips moving against yours with fervor. you gasp, trying to match her eager pace, but your efforts seem futile. even with the lingering aches, you're learning rather quickly that jinx doesn't plan on being gentle tonight.

dark lips trail over your jawline, peppering down the expanse of your neck while she feels you already beginning to squirm. as if jinx's ego needs to get any bigger, her gapped teeth nip at your skin a few times, her hands beginning to run up and down your sides. gripping you, digging into the fat on your hips for just a moment before she takes the edge of the heat pad.

"you won't need this," she murmurs against your neck, before slowly pulling it off. the removal stings, adhesive gripping your skin, but it's over in a matter of seconds.

not wasting any time, she resumes kissing down your soft skin. trailing to your collarbones, then right over your heart- fingers toying with the hemline of your top while she continues exploring you with her lips alone. it's intense, it's fast, but throughout all of the rough passion you can tell how much jinx cares. she slowly slips the fabric over your head with you eagerly lifting your arms to assist her.

her bangs brushing over your ribs tickle a bit, but you can only softly gasp while she continues her descent. down your sternum, reaching one of her hands towards your bare breast to pinch your nipple- your back arching the slightest bit into her touch.

"yeah? feel good?" she chuckles, rolling the bud between her thumb and forefinger.

"mhm," you nod, a low whine rumbling in the back of your throat.

"mm... good. you know i love these pretty tits."

she lets out a satisfied hum, giving your nipple one last hard pinch before she drags her tongue down the valley between your breasts.

it's electric, the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin. her skin is cold, but her presence is so warm, so inviting. you wish you could stay wrapped in her embrace forever. that you'd never have to give up jinx's touch, no matter how calloused her fingers may be or how gruff her words.

she leaves one final kiss on your lower stomach, right over your uterus- as if to kiss the soreness away, before hooking her cold fingers into the waistband of your shorts to hastily pull them down. they're discarded quickly, as are your panties. you're already leaking a bit over the towels, but that's what they're there for, aren't they?

"so pretty... you're shakin' already. i haven't even touched ya, trinket!"

"i- i can't help it," you breathe out, but jinx just chuckles.

the anticipation builds, and builds, but to your surprise, jinx leans back to sit on her knees and begin undressing herself. her cropped top is the first to go, revealing those perky tits you love so much. your throat goes dry at the sight, but she quickly unbuckles her belt and slips off her pants, leaving her in just a pair of black panties as she crawls back over you.

she then giggles to herself, before slowly removing the final garment, leaving her bare. she's enjoying this, observing your confused expression. and then- she slots herself between your legs, and your eyes widen.

"jinx, you're-"

but she cuts you off with a soft 'shh' as she scoots another inkling close to you, cores not quite touching yet.

"just let me do my thing, baby," she drawls, a lazy smile on her face.

"but you'll get all messy," you argue. it's a weak protest and you know it, but you don't want to cause more trouble than necessary.

"you're adorable," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "all worried about making a mess. that's half the fun, toots!"

and then her heat presses to yours, and you gasp. she starts moving-slowly, tentatively, as if to test the waters. your hands hastily find the dip of her waist, gripping on for stability while she grinds against yours. you feel a brush of your clits, then another- and with your heightened hormones, it sends you spiraling.

"baby, i- haah.."

"yeeeeeah," she drawls out, looking down between both of your legs. it's downright vulgar, how your needy pussies are pressed right against each other, grinding and sliding together with wet squelches as blood distributes between the two of you. "you hear that? how wet you are? she's tellin' me how bad she wants this- mmph.."

your hips move in tandem with hers. the more you go on, the less you're able to hold back, it's everything you didn't know you needed.

the pace becomes more and more frenzied with each passing moment, jinx grabbing at your tits, fingernails digging into your asscheeks, licking stripes up your neck while your hands move to her peach of an ass to push her further against you. your head falls back if only for a second, lewd moans and whines escaping you. you can feel it- there's a filthy mess between the two of you, spread across both of your inner thighs and a bit of jinx's lower stomach. but neither of you can be bothered to care.

she's panting, lips parted while your eyes nearly glaze over with the feeling. the sweat alone is causing your mascara to run, but it only serves to make the girl more desperate. seeing you so utterly wrecked, it does something to her.

"gonna fuck you real good- ngh, make ya forget allll about those cramps," she breathes out, nails leaving little 'c' shapes in the flesh of your hips. "don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop!"

"gods, please," you whimper, your head falling forward onto her shoulder.

your soaking cunt ruts against hers with the urgency of a needy mutt, chasing ecstasy like your life depends on it. your comfort does, at least. a broken medley of 'pleasepleaseplease's leave you, although you're too far gone at this point to tell exactly what you're begging for. for her to keep going? for your release? and you just hear high-pitched whines right in your ear, breathy and shrill. the rasp of your girlfriend's voice never fails to make you squirm.

"please, it's so good, so good-"

"i know, baby, fuck-" she grunts, another sharp brush of your clits making her hips stutter. her gapped teeth sink into her lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood. "uuhh, you feel so fucking good! shit, baby! you've- ah, got no idea how good this pussy is!"

you're near the edge, the contracting in your lower stomach replaced by a familiar coiling. the towels below you are a painting of crimson, your bodies both covered in a thin sheen of sweat while your needy pussies meet again and again. the knot gets tighter and tighter with each movement, threatening to break at any second-

"uungh, jinx, i'm gonna- gonna!"

she then lunges forward to crash her lips against yours, immediately shoving her hot tongue past your lips like she wants to consume you. it's a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, clashing together like a thunderstorm while your tongue swirls with hers, explores her mouth, lips moving with a speed you can't track down- drool dripping down your chin. and still, the movements don't stop.

you can tell she's close too, by the way her toned abs clench with each grind. but she's trying to get you there first, ever dedicated to helping you.

you pull back with a high cry of her name, feeling the thread finally snap- and your vision goes white for a second. it's as if the rest of the world is completely gone, reduced only to you and the girl pressed against your body.

"jinx- aaah! shit, shit! cumming, cumming-"

and you feel her follow right after, her breath trembling and hips stuttering as she feels her orgasm wash over her.

"gah, fuuuuck! that's it- that's, ohh!"

your synchronized moans sound like something out of a dirty movie, low and needy and pathetic, but so fucking delicious. her bangs stuck to her forehead, spittle dripping down your chin, blood and cum mixed between your cunts and inner thighs- and it's perfect.

a moment of silence follows, both of you panting out. neither of you move, just letting the moment linger. the mess between you ever-present. your mind is too hazy to make out exactly what just happened, flushed and sweaty- but the cramps are gone. completely gone.

"...feel better?" jinx breathes out, voice gravelly.

"yeah," you nod, slowly. "a lot better."

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Uno and chill- H.HJ (part 2)

After promising posting part 2 the whole week, it's finally official hehe sorry it took so long, I was very tired. And I don't remember if Hyunjin has short or long hair in the other part so pretend that his hair just grew.

I also want to share with you that Sunday we will have an Easter special fic AND a new prompt list coming out, so stick around 😊

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, dom!reader

Part 1

Alexa, play Red Lights by Hyunjin & Bang Chan

You weren’t ready.

Months had passed since that night. That game. That kiss. Since Hyunjin flipped a hidden card with a smug grin and wrecked your life in the most delicious way possible.

But now you were in his city— Seoul.

And your job had decided to partner with his group.

Of course, the universe had a questionable sense of humor.

You fidgeted with your badge, trying to act professional as you walked into the studio with your team. Stray Kids was already there, cameras flashing, makeup artists touching up, stylists fluttering around like anxious butterflies. It was chaos.

And then you felt it— eyes on you.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him standing up so suddenly his chair almost overturned.

“UNO GIRL?!”, he said way too loud.

You froze. Literally froze in place. Several heads turned. One of your coworkers blinked in confusion. Your boss narrowed her eyes.

You stormed across the room, grabbed Hyunjin’s sleeve, and yanked him down the hall, ignoring his laughing protests.

The second the bathroom door closed behind you, you turned on him. “Are you trying to get me fired?”

He leaned against the counter like he wasn’t the problem, “I missed you too”

“Hyunjin”, you hissed “Shut up”.

Of course he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer. “Come on. Months without a single text? That’s cold, even for you”

“You were the one who didn't text me! I left my number on that damn Uno card! But since you didn't say anything, I figured you were busy, you know. Being famous, body rolling on stages, choking random fans in hotel rooms”

His grin turned dark at that, “Oh? You remember that part?”

And before you could answer, he dipped his head, brushing his lips against your neck. His voice dropped low and wicked.

“Right here, wasn’t it?”

You inhaled sharply.

He kissed the same spot again. Slower. Then let his fingers rest lightly at your throat, the memory of his grip making your breath hitch.

Then, his voice tone shifted to lower, rougher. “Did anyone else touch you, these last few months?”

The question wasn’t fair. Not with the way his body crowded yours. Not with his hand on your skin and his mouth so close.

You shook your head, “N-No…”

He smiled. Not sweet, not soft— satisfied

“Good”

Then he pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes. The heat in his gaze didn’t fade.

“Wait for me when this ends”, he said simply, “Don’t run again”

And with that, he turned and walked out of the bathroom like he hadn’t just unraveled you in under five minutes.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You were useless for the rest of the photoshoot.

Every time you tried to focus, your thoughts spun back to that damn bathroom. His fingers ghosting over your neck. The way he said ‘good’. The way he looked at you like you were still his— like you never stopped being.

Your coworkers were reviewing lists and discussing lighting setups, and all you could do was stare.

Because Hyunjin was performing for the camera like it was foreplay.

Eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking out, unnecessary body rolls paired with smirks aimed directly at you.

And he knew it.

He’d glance your way after every shot, lips twitching like he could hear your pulse from across the room. The worst part? You were pretty sure he could.

By the time the shoot ended, you felt like you had survived a silent war.

So when your phone buzzed, you didn’t even hesitate.

Unknown number: ‘Meet me at the back lot. I’m taking you home. Changbin will be out. We’ll be alone’

The text alone did unspeakable things to your already chaotic mind.

You slipped away from the team, heart hammering in your chest like you were sixteen sneaking out to meet a boy who already ruined you once and was definitely about to do it again.

He was waiting by a black van, dressed in sweats and a hoodie, mask tugged down just enough to show the smirk he wore like an armor.

“Took you long enough”, he murmured.

“I had to make sure no one saw me”

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear again, whispering the way he did hours earlier, voice dripping heat and memory.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be screaming loud enough later that someone will”

And then he opened the door for you, like a gentleman.

A very, very troublemaker one.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hyunjin’s dorm was unexpectedly cozy. You hadn’t known what to expect— maybe something cold, minimalist, like the carefully crafted parts of his idol imagine. But it was the opposite. It was soft, warm with books stacked in the corners, half burned incense on a small ceramic dish, and blankets draped over the back of his couch like he had tried, but failed, to fold them neatly.

You barely stepped inside before he pulled you close and leaned down, his breath warm against your mouth. 

“I missed these lips”, he whispered, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you.

But you stopped him, palm to his chest, grinning, “Wait… what about the rematch?”

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes playfully, “You’re serious?”

You crossed your arms, “A bet’s a bet. You cheated at Uno, remember?”

He groaned, “I don’t even have Uno!”

“Okay, then what do you have?”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically and walked over to a cabinet, “Let’s see… Monopoly, Jenga… ”. He turned around slowly, raising a brow, “Twister”.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, “Perfect”

A few minutes later, the colored mat was rolled out on his living room floor, and Hyunjin was stretching like he was preparing for the olympics.

“You’re way too excited for this”, you said, standing opposite him.

He grinned, “You have no idea”

From the very first spin, the game was doomed— not because either of you lacked skill, but because you both had absolutely no intention of keeping it innocent. Every move was a flirt, every stretch, an excuse. His arm brushed against your chest “accidentally”. You moved your hip back into his crotch on purpose, biting back a smug smile when you heard him suck in a breath.

“Left foot red”, you announced, glancing up just as he struggled to reach over you. His shirt rode up. His hips brushed yours. And when you arched just slightly against him— just for teasing— he slipped.

With a dramatic gasp, Hyunjin’s balance gave out and he tumbled forward right on top of you.

The two of you collapsed into a messy heap , him hovering above you, chest to chest, lips a whisper away from yours. A sharp breath caught in your throat as he braced himself above you, palms on either side of your head, your bodies perfectly aligned, his thighs caging yours. His chest heaved. So did yours.

��Oops. Guess I lost”, he said, not even pretending.

You blinked up at him, trying to keep your voice steady, “So… wanna know what’s the prize this time?”

His eyes darkened instantly, already leaning in, “Kiss for a kiss?”

You smirked “No”

He blinked, “No?”

“I wanna tie you on the bed”

That shut him up.

His lips parted, and for a second, he looked like he might combust on the spot. But then a delicious, dangerous smile curved his lips.

“A bet is a bet, right?”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

All the warmth of the dorm extended to Hyunjin's bedroom. The lights were low, dark wooden shelves held a variety of things. His bed wasn’t particularly big, but the sheets were soft and there were too many pillows. A small vinyl record player sat on his desk, with a stack of albums in the corner.

But what changed everything— what shifted the mood— was when he pressed a small button near his nightstand and the entire room bloomed red.

Not bright. Not harsh. Just deep, ambient red light that gave the walls a velvet tone.

He watched you from the middle of the room, already shirtless, his skin flushed in the glow like something out of a dream. 

“Just helping set the mood”, he murmured, trying to act cool but the flicker in his gaze gave him away. He was nervous but still excited for whatever was coming.

You walked slowly toward him, holding the soft tie in your hand—  the silk scarf you were wearing earlier that day.

“Strip and lie down”, you said softly, “Face up”

Hyunjin swallowed, nodded and obeyed.

He looked stunning under the red lights— flushed cheeks, tousled hair, chest rising and falling a little too quickly. You took your time tying his wrists to the headboard, fingers grazing his skin a little longer than necessary, enjoying how he shivered beneath you.

“You good?” you whispered.

He nodded, eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening again. “What’s the safe word?”

You smirked, “Let’s keep it classic. Uno” 

He groaned, “You’re mean, cold as ice”

Something he said flipped a switch in your head. “Ice”, you murmured, then leaned in, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth, “That’s a great idea”.

You stood slowly, walking toward the dorm fridge, ignoring his protests. “Where… where are you going?”, he asked, voice raw.

You didn’t answer, just pulled open the freezer, grabbed a single ice cube, and held it up between two fingers like it was something precious.

When you entered the bedroom again, his eyes widened slightly, flicking from your hand to your smirk, “Wh– what are you gonna do with that?”

You settled back on him, straddling his hips, dragging the ice slowly along your own collarbone. “Just thought we could play with some… temperature control”, you whispered, letting a single cold drop fall on his chest.

He shivered violently, a helpless sound slipping from his throat.

The next trail of melting water you traced along his stomach, circling his navel before heading lower. His muscles tightened beneath your touch. He tried to close his legs, but your body pinned him in place.

“you don’t get to squirm”, you said, licking a drop off his skin before it fell.

Then you hovered just over his cock, the ice cube now resting against the fabric of his boxers, soaking a dark patch into the thin material. He gasped, hips jerked, and you responded immediately, “Didn’t I say no moving?”

“Fuck, baby… please”, he moaned, nearly breathless, “You’re driving me insane”.

You smiled, dragging the ice up his chest again, this time letting it melt fully between your fingers and drip across his nipples. His head tipped back against the pill and Hyunjin sank his teeth on his bottom lip.

“Say the safe word if it’s too much”, you whispered, watching him twitch.

“Uno…”, he gasped, eyes wild.

You raised a brow, “Already?! Do you really want me to stop?”

He swallowed hard, lips parting but no answer came.

You leaned down, licking the water from his neck, voice sultry against his skin, “That’s what I thought”

You finally got rid of both your underwear. Then you moved, lowering yourself onto him inch by inch, cruelly slow. His entire body arched off the bed, a choked sound slipped from his throat— something between a gasp and a growl.

“F-fuck, you feel… so damn warm, baby, please…”

“Ah- ah”, you said, your hand sliding back to his throat, not pressing, just resting there, “You don’t get to move yet”.

He moaned, eyes wide and pleading, hips twitching involuntarily as you rolled your own in slow, merciless circles. “I…  I couldn’t help it”, he panted, “You’re torturing me”

You leaned down until your lips brushed his ear, “That’s the idea”

Then you rocked forward again, achingly slow, dragging your nails down his chest just enough to make him shiver. His hands strained uselessly against the scarf, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut like he was trying not to completely lose it.

You kept the rhythm slow, steady, sensual. Grinding down hard one moment, then lifting off just enough to make him whimper. Every time he begged, you clenched, pulsing around him until he twitched and throbbed beneath you.

“You’re not very obedient tonight”, you said sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Should we come up with the safe word?”

Hyunjin gave a breathless laugh. “God, yes. Please.”

He moaned loudly as you bounced once,  hard enough to take his breath away, before going right back to a slow grind.

 “Then, say it”

A few more moments passed in pure torture. Every movement from him, every twitch, every sound was met with delicious punishment— either a clench, a tease, or you pulling off him entirely just to make him beg.

And he did.

Over and over.

Until, finally, he cracked. “Uno. Uno, Uno. Fuck… please"

You slowed, eyes locked on his, but didn’t stop.

“Humm. That didn’t sound very convincing”

“I said the safe word”,  he groaned, hips jerking.

“And I heard you”, you smiled, devilish, “But I thought you liked someone cheating”

His mouth fell open in disbelief then you clenched again, and his head dropped back with a curse.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die”

”I’ll stop if you want me to”

“No”, he groaned, helpless, “Please don’t stop. Please don't”

“So desperate”, you whispered, “Such a good toy”

He whimpered, fingers curling as you rode him harder now, driving him insane.

You felt it when he started to fall apart, the way he trembled under you, the way his moans turned breathless and broken.

“I’m close… I’m so close… please let me come”, he cried out.

He was trembling beneath you, wrists flexing against the silk you’d tied them with. His eyes followed your every move— hungry, desperate, and glassy with need.

“Yn…” he whined, voice wrecked.

You tilted your head playfully, “Hum?”

“I c–can’t take it anymore, please… I have to… .”

He let out a needy whimper, the kind that only made you feel more powerful. Your hips rolled forward before stopping completely, just to make him lose his sanity, still not giving him what he wanted. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenched hard.

“You’re being so good for me, Hyunjin”, you murmured, your fingers trailing back up to his face, brushing over his cheek and lips. He leaned into it, greedy for your touch, chasing your hand like it was oxygen.

His legs shifted restlessly under you, thighs trembling from holding back.

His eyes snapped open, blown wide with lust and submission. “Please… I want to come inside of you. I need to release everything inside you. Please, Yn… I can’t hold it anymore, just let me”

A grin curled on your lips. You leaned in, slowly dragging your hips forward, “Did I break you, baby?”, you whispered.

His hips jerked beneath you, entirely involuntary. “Yes”, he choked out, “You broke me. You fucking ruined me”.

Satisfied, you untied one of his wrists slowly. Then the other.

And then, you finally moved again, lips meeting his swallowing desperate moan with a kiss as he clutched your waist like a man drowning.

His whole body shuddered underneath yours, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“I missed this”, he groaned, “I missed you”

You established a torturously slow pace, your hand tangled in his hair, the other pressing gently into his chest to keep him down and still.

“I’m not done playing”,  you whispered.

“God, I’ll play forever if you ride me like this…”

And when he finally came undone, it was with your name on his lips like a surrender. His body trembled as he spilled into you, but you didn’t stop. You rocked through it, pulling another whimper from him, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until he was completely spent, blinking up at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

 You followed just moments later, collapsing against his chest, both of you panting and tangled and wrecked.

The two of you stood there— breathless, dazed, ruined.

And when he finally caught his breath, he looked up with a cocky grin.

“This time”, he said, voice hoarse, “you cheated. I said the safe word. Multiple times”

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, “I learned from the best”

The silence stretched until a voice from the other side of the dorm wall broke it—  Changbin’s voice

“Are you done torturing him now or should I grab my noise canceling headphones again?!”

You both froze before bursting into laughter.

He looked at you and smirked, “Round 2, just to piss him off?”

You smirked back, just as mischievously, "I'm in”.

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@glitchedmoon5 OMG OMG OMG it is coming I swear to you it is written and just months out from posting due to where I'm at timeline wise with what IS posting in this series but IT IS COMING!!! And It is AMAZING!!!!! Want a preview to know I'm not lying:

Once it was on [Regulus] could barely look away from the floor length mirror in Sirius and Remus’ bathroom. 

It was a black Jodpurhi suit. Except it wasn’t only black. The more he looked at it the more he became convinced it was blue. But no, it was actually the deepest purple he’d ever seen. Regardless, the suit was decorated with thousands of specks of light. It was magic embroidery, Regulus was certain. The thread was impossibly fine, and seemed to glow. There were several black buttons up the front of the jacket, and each of these were etched with intricate celestial symbols. With the black on black finish, the designs were subtle. 

“Now, for the final touch,” said Sirius. He tapped Regulus with his wand. The embroidered specks of light began to twinkle, some brightening, others dimming, and still more flickering. He was literally cloaked in the night sky. 

“Pretty sharp, Reg." 

Regulus couldn’t speak. What was James wearing? An identical suit? 

“We have ten minutes,” Remus said. 

They were having the ceremony, which was a mix between English, Indian, muggle and magical traditions, on the estate grounds. Effie and Monty had prepared the space. They wouldn’t let anyone assist them. 

Ten minutes. Regulus thought he might throw up. Not because he was nervous—he’d never been less nervous— but because he was brimming with suppressed emotions. He was not going to fall apart on James’ behalf. This was James’ dream come true and he was not going to fuck it up my becoming an emotional wreck.

“Time,” Remus said nine stomach churning minutes later.

The brothers looked at each other, then Regulus smiled sheepishly. Sirius chuckled as he took his arm. Remus led them out of the house, and Regulus’ eye caught on the addition of colorful pebbles shaped into intricate designs on either side of the path leading deeper into the property. There was a new path off to the left, thin and lined with small bowls of water, each holding a single lotus in full bloom. 

Remus sped ahead, down this path. His suit, a more traditional English cut, was a brushed gold which had a slight shimmer to it. 

“Remus looks nice,” Regulus whispered.

“Hush,” Sirius said. Regulus still couldn’t see where they were going as soft music drifted toward them. It was gentle piano, and Regulus recognized the tune from his snowglobe: Claire De Lune. 

As they rounded a bend Regulus’ stomach dropped. They were there, waiting for him. James, standing with Effie and Monty on either side of him. Lily and Remus standing off to the right, and Effie’s sister—he couldn’t remember her name—smiling kindly at him. 

He stopped in his tracks to stare at James whose Jodhpuri suit was white. Except it wasn’t.

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AHHH!!!!! This wedding takes place in India, BTW. There is so much more! <3 Due to my posting schedule, I am unsure when this chapter will post (there is also a proposal chapter) but I'm guessing early fall...?

Desi James this desi James that where is our Desi Jegulus wedding??

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The Soldier's Keeper ★ 6

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: For the first time, you see The Winter Soldier in his full glory, but behind that black tactical suit, all you see is torment. When sent to check on the man after his first outing post-treatment, you see the humanity at his very core.

Warnings: Captivity, angst, needles, mention of torture, and fear. Fake and very uneducated medicine :) MDNI

Authors Note: Song recommendation for this chapter is "Did you know there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd" by Lana Del Ray

The next time you were dragged from your cage, you were finally allowed to see the real Winter Soldier. 

Everything was different this time. There were people, a lot of people, moving about, getting ready for something. A man dragged you into the room with a strong grip on your arm. You grunted as you were shoved forward.

The Soldier, standing this time, was dressed in a complicated black suit, leather and buckles tightly wound around his chest. His metal arm was displayed, a low blue light flickering between the mechanics. What drew your eye though, was a black mask, buckled tight around his head. It looked like a muzzle. His eyes were dark- but in the most literal sense, something black was smudged across his eyelids.

He was watching you, from the moment you entered. You had your hands pressed to your own chest, anxiety and adrenaline pumping through your veins. 

Pierce stepped between you, adorning a nice beige suit. “Test him, do whatever you need to do, check if he’s ready for physical activity.”

“Physical activity?” What were they going to make him do?

A hand curled in your hair, yanking it back. You yelped, your shoulders bunching up to your ears. “You do not ask questions. Do as you’re told.”

“Okay, okay-”

They released you. 

You shuffled between carts of metal and bodies of men to get to your charge. Standing before him, you felt so deeply helpless. Having to look up at him now, suited up and dangerous, made your blood run cold. 

He was taller than you thought he’d be. 

“How-How’s your mobility?” You tried to speak above a meek whisper, but god it was hard to project yourself. 

In response he rotated his shoulder and bent his arm. You watched his fingers curl into a fist then release. It wasn’t like he spoke much before, but knowing that he was actually muzzled right now just made you sick. 

“Your legs too? Can you move easily?” He nodded. “Roll your neck please.”

He rotated his head obediently. You swallowed. He looked back down at you, unblinking. “Okay, can I see your arm?” He held it out for you. You firmly pressed your fingers against nerves and soft spots, waiting to see if you could see the jump and kick of his muscles and tendons. 

“You’re-”

“You’re briefing me, not him.” Pierce interrupted. 

You dropped his arm quickly, your hands shaking. “He’s having all the right responses. Some even better than when I first tested him. I think he’s doing well.” you believed he was getting better, but in no world would you recommend him to start excessive physical activity.

“Really?” A grin spread across Pierce’s face. “Wonderful,” he was laughing- he was actually laughing. “You’ve done well, doctor, very well.”

“Thank you-”

“Will the effects last?”

“I don’t know for sure- usually we would elongate the testing period. I’ll have to run some more tests in a few days. But I think I might just have to continue giving him the serum I made until I create an indefinite cure.”

Pierce looked a little less thrilled at that, but surprisingly, he accepted it.

Something in you settled, the worry that your use had run dry satiated for the time being. You glanced back to the Soldier, who listened silently. You felt that looming shadow of guilt again, creeping up and strangling you. You brushed your fingers over the faded bruise on your neck, like an afterthought. 

His gaze flickered to the movement, his brows furrowed. 

You wished you could speak with him freely, hear what was running through his head. You desperately wanted to tell him about your realization from your last session. You wanted to tell him, in hopes that maybe you could figure out a way to fix it. Because in all reality, he was your only chance at escape. Sadly you didn’t think you would ever get the chance.

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“Run your tests, see how he held up.” It had been sixteen hours since you last saw him. You didn’t know for sure, but you had started counting the seconds in your spare time. You had no concept of time in your little closet. You spent that time counting and picking your own brain for a solution to the mountain of problems you were faced with.

The two of you were alone this time. A single light over his usual chair kept the room lit. You approached slowly. He looked different again. He was shirtless this time, still wearing his uniform pants and thick boots. The mask was still buckled tight around his face. “Are you-” you paused. Are you okay is such a stupid question.

You let your gaze trail over the unknown skin of his body. His shoulder is what really caught your eye. “You were right, it’s not a stump.” You whispered. The metal shoulder was conjoined with reddened, burnt looking skin. “It looks painful. Does it hurt?” 

He slowly shook his head. You could hear his soft breaths against his mask. 

You felt sick. Your stomach turned and turned, your head felt fuzzy. He was a human being, he wasn’t an animal. It was so dehumanising to see him silenced in such a way. You wondered if it was a tactic to humiliate him. You wondered if he was too used to it by now.

“Can- Can I?” You gestured to his face. He just stared at you, breathing slowly. You stepped in between his legs and reached around the back of his neck. The mechanism was a bit more complicated than the average buckle, but you were able to click it free. The muzzle fell into his lap and slid to the floor. He looked up at you, taking a deep breath of fresh air. 

There were light imprints of where the mask pressed into his skin, marking its territory. “Better?”

He nodded. 

“How do you feel? Any ah- muscle spasms?”

He flexed his arm again for good measure, his bicep popping. “No,” he replied. 

You stared down at him, curiosity burning inside of you. You wondered what he had spent his day doing. What he was tasked with taking care of. “Can I touch it?” you asked quietly, glancing back at his arm. “You can say no.”

He lowered his head, looking up at you through his lashes. He nodded. 

You swallowed, letting your fingers brush over cold metal. You shivered at the feeling. The last time you touched it, he was strangling you. You dragged the pad of your finger over the grooves of the metal, then traced the red star. “What does it mean?”

He looked down at your hand. “It’s-” He paused, his voice gravelly. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.”

“It’s familiar, but I don’t know.”

“Oh,” you whispered, scraping yournail against the paint. It didn’t budge. You swept your hand down the bicep. It was built to mimic a toned muscular arm, down to a groove that would have been where a vein lived. “You can’t feel it, can you? I mean, that's stupid. Of course you can’t.” You shook your head.

He continued to watch you. “I can’t feel it.”

“Did you used to have an arm? Or were you born without one?”

“I had one.” He replied after a long moment. 

You were briefed on small pieces of the Soldiers history, enough for you to understand what you were working with. You knew he came from Captain America’s time. You knew he had been put to sleep, then woken up, again and again. 

At some point you had realized what was familiar about his face. You’d seen him in the Captain America museum. You’d seen his black and white picture plastered along engraved walls. He was more clean cut, boyish even. You knew his face, but you couldn’t recall his name. You wished you could.

You knew as well that his mind is a tangled mess of lies. You wondered if he remembered his past at all.

“I’ve always been scared of losing a limb. Can you move it at will as easily as your other?”

He waggled the fingers of the prosthetic, then lifted and bent it. You watched, your touch trailing back up to his shoulder. You brushed over the fused skin. His metal grip slipped around your wrist, stilling you. You gasped, the cold shocking you.

You were scared again, just for a moment, remembering the feeling of him gripping your throat tightly. His grip loosened.

Your eyes met his. You hadn’t realized just how close you were. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch there if you didn’t want me to.”

Without a word, he guided your hand back to his shoulder, then released you. You laid your palm over the scarred skin. “It must have hurt.” You whispered. You could feel his gaze burning into your face. You tried to ignore it. You traced the scarred flesh along the edge of the metal, down his chest. “I’m sorry for the pain you’ve suffered.” you  sagged, ashamed. 

“I don’t know you, I know that. I don’t even know your name-” you huffed out a dry laugh. “But I know that whatever it is I haven’t seen- everything you’ve seen, it’s bad. Much worse than the stupid shit I used to be scared of.” You rubbed your thumb over the larger expanse of scar on his peck. 

“I’m sorry I’m a part of it now.” You whispered.

You looked at him now, pausing at his expression. His eyes were blown wide, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. He was looking at you like you’d just slapped him- or said something concerningly outlandish. 

“I mean it.” You said, your touch falling away.

“You-” He stopped. “Why?”

“Why am I sorry?” You tilted your head. “Because I’m human. And so are you.” You poked his chest. “And I don’t take pleasure in watching a person get treated like nothing.”

He tilted his head at you, his gaze tracing over your face. “You don’t know me,” he repeated. “You should want to get out. You should focus on that.”

You could almost laugh. “That’s never going to happen. And you know it.”

There was a bitter moment of silence. 

“I’ll cope with it, somehow. Or-” you paused, fear toiling in your chest. You shouldn’t say it. You can’t. It’s too dangerous. They could be listening. They could probably command him to tell them what you said. 

“Or,” He repeated.

“Or I’ll find a way out.”

He squinted at you, like you were stupid. “I-I think I know something.” You felt the urge to look behind you. You succumbed to it. You checked your surroundings, then leaned down. You could tell he almost leaned back, but stopped himself.

“I know what they’re doing to you,” you whispered, your voice so quiet it couldn’t be heard by anyone not in their bubble. “And how they’re doing it.”

He sucked in a quick breath, his fingers curling at his sides. He was suddenly so incredibly still. 

You slowly pulled back. “I need more time to work on my theory, but I’m serious.” You urged. “I told you before that I want to help you. And now I know that helping you, is helping me.”

He stared at you, his throat bobbing as he swallowed his words. 

Over the next few days (Or just the next few extended periods of time- they didn’t give you a watch.) you spent every moment trying to piece together a way to reroute the wiring in the Soldier’s brain. You needed to know how they were controlling the electromagnetic pulses in the Soldier’s brain.

It was a testy thing to even think about though. The brain was so sensitive. Press the right spot and a person could be speaking a language they didn’t even know they knew. Press the wrong spot and a person could lose the ability to see.

You lived with a near constant headache, never accepting a break from the cycle of thoughts. When you were dragged back to the Soldier’s room, you would go straight for your data and equipment. You made excuses to hide the work you were really trying to study.

You would excuse that the injection site for the serum was in the back of the neck, when you were really retracing the nerves in his neck. You took your time, working through every theory on how one trained a brain- and ultimately untrained it. 

You had read studies before, when you were in school, about psychological studies where subjects were tortured while forced to listen to a specific song again and again; ultimately training the brain to associate that song with pain. 

You knew it was possible to break the brain, but it was also possible to heal it.

But a voice in the back of your head kept screaming at you, begging you to listen to the blaring fact that you’re not a neurologist. You don’t know anything about the brain, not really. Not what you need to know. You can’t operate on him. You can’t change anything.

Your only hope was to work through how they’re controlling whatever they’d worked into his brain, and stop it. 

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Hii, I'm new to Tumblr so I don't know if this is where you place requests, hopefully it's right! I have a request if you could write a Jinx x gn!reader who would never kill someone or harm, strictly against it hut tolerates Jinx's antics, until one night reader got extremely jelaous when a guy was flirting with Jinx (Jinx just nonchalantly kept avoiding the guy and giving him hints but he is not giving up) and the reader gets too jelaous to the point they harm the guy or something.. Idk! 😓

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I didn't know what direction you wanted this to go, but I got toxic vibes from this so I just decided to go full send in that direction. Advanced apologies.

This work will have an extended explicit scene that will be posted on AO3 (I wasn't 100% sure about your age my b, but if you confirm I'll post it here too.)

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Proofread? Y/N (Had a bit too much wine while writing this but I'll edit before posting on AO3)

Relevant Tags: Gender Neutral reader, toxic relationship, implied stalking, Hailey Bieber level commitment, violence, possessive reader, alcohol, aged up characters

You're a good person. You really do think you are. You really are. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

You're a good person.

Well…at least you think you are. And really, isn't that all that matters?

You've managed to keep your nose clean for most your life; no fights, no killing, no stealing. Odd jobs around The Lanes kept you afloat. Not like you had any other choice, you couldn't stomach gore, and every time you'd get an adrenaline rush from so much as a wound, you'd end up passing out.

You're level-headed, fairly well-read, and comfortable in your own skin.

So why the hell is your blood boiling over some weirdo trying to flirt with your girlfriend?

Jinx is beautiful, full stop. Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot. She's a genius in every sense of the word, a physical specimen—respectfully of course, she's literally super athletic—and quick with her tongue. If this wasn't Zaun, people would be tripping over themselves trying to win her over. But her reputation always made people rethink any approach they'd make towards her. Her father's reputation, made people steer clear entirely.

Anyone that had enough audacity to actually approach her, she'd—figuratively—shoot down immediately. At least when you two got together, you're not sure if she actually shot them prior to you asking her not to.

She knows what she wants, and she's not the type to sit and wait for the other person to make the first move. You should know, she cornered you five minutes after you two had first met, and she hasn't let go of you since.

The thought of being romantically linked with Jinx hadn't even crossed your mind when you two first met. You weren't blind, of course, but you also weren't stupid. All of the stories you had heard about her, all the people she's blown up for Silco, or just for her own amusement, none of it sat right with you. So, you avoided her like The Grey.

Well… You tried.

For some unknown reason, the Chem Barons suddenly took an interest in your services. Suddenly, you had a contract for the next few months, just for them, and all coincidentally putting Jinx up as your contact. Every job you had, she came with you. Super quick dead drop for Marcus' weekly bribes? You needed her to protect the money. Week long stake out at the shipping yard? Jinx had to go to keep you on your toes—whatever that meant. She'd show up to your house first thing in the morning, and followed you to your doorstep by night.

You tried dropping out of the job, but you were hit with threats ranging from you being blacklisted from all of your contacts, to being killed on the spot. So you bit your tongue and did your job, but made sure not to accept another contract from the barons.

Then one day, negotiations with a dealer went south, and they refused to give their payment for the last stash of shimmer you and Jinx had delivered. One second you were arguing with him, the next his blood and brain matter were on your face. You're not one hundred percent sure what exactly happened after, but you did pass out.

Then, you quit. You even told Jinx to kill you and get it over with. When she didn't, you stormed off, and ditched the rest of your jobs for the barons. It was only a week left, they'd get you, one way or another.

To say you were surprised when you weren't killed or blacklisted the following week was an understatement. But what was even more surprising? Jinx had stopped following you around.

You chalked it up to simple curiosity, when you decided to seek her out. You didn't dare admit to yourself that you had missed her constant presence, especially since she had been stuck to you like glue for months. You wanted to ask why no one had sent a hitman to off you, nothing else. Once you found out why, you'd disappear from her life forever, gleefully so.

She had covered for you, for a week, doing all the assigned jobs you had, alone. None of the barons knew better. She even apologized for shooting that dealer in front of you and getting blood spray all over your face.

You should've walked away then, but you didn't. In fact, you started willingly hanging around Jinx. Accompanying  her in her misadventures, or helping her with her inventions; and she helped you with whatever job you were doing.

You would never admit it to anyone, but it felt good to have someone nearly bend over backwards for you. Hell, she even toned down the killing people part, at least when you were around.

Less than six months after, you were hers, and she was yours.

She wanted you, and only you.

But there was something so disgustingly triggering about someone trying to make a move on her—looking at her, even. It was bringing out progressively uglier thoughts out of you. Thoughts you would never think about anyone else.

Jinx noticed this, of course. But she never tried to stop the train of thought. Hell, a part of you thinks—knows— that she enjoys seeing you worked up over her.

The music in The Last Drop is loud; uncomfortably so for someone sober. The bass blaring from the speakers thrums in your chest, and the constant stutter of the lights is making it hard to keep track of where Jinx is. Which is bad, because this rando doesn’t want to let up and keeps following her around. Even the vantage point the second floor isn’t helping.

To be fair, Jinx is ignoring the prick. And you trust Jinx. But the gnawing feeling in your insides every time you imagine some guy's hands on her is only building up your anger.

No one puts their grimy hands on your girl.

You decide that the best course of action is to just go down to the dance floor and take care of the problem yourself. What was that saying? If you want things done, do it yourself?

Pushing yourself off of the railing, you make your way through the all the bodies moving in time with the music. You grimace, the thought of having alcohol and cheap perfume clinging onto you by the time you get downstairs isn't all that appealing, but you had a girl to find. Which is starting to prove difficult, seeing as the strobe lights are throwing off people's hair colors. The only reprieve that you have is the fact that people still kept out of Jinx's way even at the busy club. If there was a spot at the club where the crowd was thinning out, she was probably there.

You're given space to breathe once you reach the bar. A lot of the club goers were on the dance floor. Credits to the DJ, you think to yourself, for getting people away from where you were, and for also, actually, being good at what they were doing. You give a cursory glance at the seats, your girlfriend is unfortunately not there, but you do catch sight of a familiar face.

"Sevika!" You shout over the din of the music. The older woman, busy tending to her glass of whiskey, barely spares you a glance as she looks up, huffing before gulping down her drink and pushing it towards the bartender. Her dismissive attitude doesn't deter you, however, as you make your way towards her.

"Have you seen Jinx?"

"Didn't know I had to babysit your girl." She says before taking her refilled drink and taking a swig from it.

"I don't have time to do this little dance, Sevika." Her eyebrow quirks at your terse response, a hint of mischief in her eyes. It was a look you knew well—she always had it right before she'd try to piss you off.

A shrug instead, turning back to her drink. "Last I saw, some dumbass was trying to talk her up."

Your jaw tightens at the thought, and this doesn't escape the other woman's notice as she smirks. "I always knew you weren't the sharing type." She says smugly, taking another swig.

You lean in closer, well into her personal space. "Where is she?"

She scoffs, a mechanical finger poking you in the shoulder slowly pushing you back. "Don't start shit you can't finish, kid." She nods towards the far end of the club. "Being followed by the dumbass that way."

You throw a scowl her way before walking the direction she pointed out, your previous irritation with her dissipating as soon as you catch sight of Jinx's hair.

For a moment, a wave of relief washes over you. But it leaves just as fast when you see the same man that was talking to her, leaning over her much too closely for your comfort.

Jinx's eyes flick towards you, a knowing, anticipating, look in them. Like she knew you'd come rushing down there for her.

You don't notice your own steps becoming hurried.

His hand brushes her arm. You see red.

The poor sod doesn't even have time to react before you clock him in the jaw, and he falls backwards. Jinx simply takes a step back. Unsurprised, when you grab her arm and pull her away. She doesn't even try to free herself from your grip.

There isn't a lot of privacy allowed in The Last Drop. In fact, there's only three places there where you could get a semblance of privacy. The supply room, but you didn't want to risk anyone walking in on you and Jinx. The second one was Silco's office, an even worse choice, for obvious reasons. Which left only one place for you to take Jinx to: the Chem Barons' meeting room.

The heavy doors of the meeting room slams as you shut them behind the both of you. Jinx, who had been quiet the entire way there, rips her arm away from you.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Despite the furious look on her face, the anger doesn't reach her eyes. It never does. Not when she enjoys seeing you get so protective of her. Not when she spent months trying to win you over.

You don't bother with an answer, dragging her mouth to yours. Your lips mashing together, teeth bumping into each other. She grips the front of your shirt, holding you in place, only letting you pull away when she needs to breathe.

"Crazy." She whispers against your lips, eyes wide, her grin taunting.

"Takes one to know one." You answer back, breathless.

Her laugh is mirthful, genuine. Like she hit the lottery. Maybe she did, seeing how you act around her—how she acts around you.

You find that you don't mind the hidden accusation in her laugh. Because in your mind, you're a good person.

And really, isn’t that all that matters?

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 89

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Dim sum day was absolutely wonderful!!! SO much food, incredible company, and the weather held up too. We even got a little walk in post snacks.

To round off my day, I made a pot of oolong tea to drink with this chapter.

Let's get into chapter 89!

Oh no! The butterfly led Xuan Ji to Pei Ming instead of away?! (lies and slander, but I did not talk about this again in my notes- Xuan Ji is just smart enough to realize she is being duped). p373

RIP! Pei Ming doesn't even recognize who she is. omg. p375

Okay, but now I want to know how Ruoye was forged. Xie Lian! You can't just drop little side stories like this! p376

Ugh! I hate that she let out Rong Guang! I hate this guy so much. p377

Thank fuck Kemo is still sealed. p377

[me clapping at my desk] YOU GET HER BANYUE!!! p379

LOOOL They're all snacking while Pei Ming deals with a terrible shituation p381

Pei Ming: FUCK! This is the most embarrassing way to die! p382

The rain master!!! She's STUNNING! :'3 I'm so excited she's made an appearance! pp382-383

Short chapter but EEEEE!

I am literally so excited for the Rain Master showing up! I cant wait to actually get to meet her :'3 AND she being the last princess of Yushi!!!

Also shout out to Banyue this chapter! She is incredible too!

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"You better frickin' not! Even if those are all mainstream bands, you- Hold on, what the fuck is that?"

There's some... thing shambling around at the end of the street. Uzi points at it, eyes wide. "Do you see that? What the fuck? Shit, is something happening? I gotta go, dude. Important things to do."

She unfurls a pair of leathery wings and takes off into the sky. "Try not to die, loser!"

Sephiroth looked beyond shocked at being called a loser. He glared at her, pupils contracting into pins as he bristled at her. Who did she think she was calling him a loser? It totally didn't hurt his feelings! he just thought she was wrong in her perception of him!

"N-no!" He held his journal close to his chest. "I'm not a loser! You... you dumb robot!"

Ok, not his strongest insult, but what else was he supposed to say? "In fact, I'm going to listen to all these songs! and I am going to tell people over twenty-five about them!"

[4bsurdcreature]

Narrative Foils

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[shokano19]

Genshin x Resident evil 🧷🫀

[rapidhighway]

he is on the grass!!!!

[mrpenguinpants]

Hypothetical question but are we still into windbreaker (nii satoru)? Y'all cool if I put my hyper fixation on center stage?

[scribeofred]

ALL(H)OURS Gotcha

actual kpop sideblog

[zoya-nazyalenskys]

also kinda random but where the fuck are solas' agents?? trespasser (the game and ending slides) said he had a crap ton of agents flocking to his side but now there's not even a whisper of them?

[notfernintheslighest]

i think will is the type of guy to go fishing every day he possibly can, and not understand why his partner is upset at him being gone for 40 days in row and reeking of seafood for an extra 10. hannibal on the other hand is a melodramatic teenage girl, and would almost immediately (2-3 days of will fishing in a row) attempt to be on the boat with will, without actually fishing cause some bs about hunters, fishermen, teacups, etc. then no matter what hannibal chose to occupy himself with, probs either ipad or book, will would make it goal to make it seem as though he’s “accidentally” getting the thing hannibal brought wet. he would do this to see how long it takes hannibal to notice with the added bonus of likely being able to fish alone if successful. then hannibal adopts a daughter for will and he guts her again because he was on level 803949 or something of candy crush.

[akkivee]

fight-o ichiro!!!!!!!!!!

[hall0wedwyrm]

I woke up today not expecting to get some weird lore about Sans and Papyrus

AND YET HERE WE ARE

How does Papyrus know about Jevil. How does PAPYRUS know about JEVIL. HOW DOES-

Its such a Papyrus way of explaining Jevil too. A clown playing 'games' with everyone and generally being a menace would be annoying and would be the reason he would be locked away...

This just adds to the major Deltarune theories tbh (Papyrus is the Knight and The Brothers being from Deltarune) and also because I dont know what else to think of it.