#sorry about the spelling I’m doing this on my phone at midnight

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The Moon Knows Our Secrets (2) - Final

Exes to Lovers!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!OC | Soulmate!AU 

genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers, vampire/werewolf hybrid (emphasis on werewolf), soulmates, forced proximity

rating: explicit

description: He doesn’t remember loving you. How could he, when you’re the one who erased his memories? You run into him a year later at a wedding. The year after that he’s reported missing and you go off to find him. Then you wonder: did he ever forget you?

word count: 17.7k

warnings (SPOILERS!!!): tension, resentment, fight scenes (nothing too graphic), Boxer!JK, injuries, blood, spying, drama with exes, arguing, underground cage fighting with ill intentions, OC and JK wrestle for control when he goes into his rut, a magic spell gone wrong, biting, JK and OC's POVs are included, HAPPY ENDING

smut warnings (tread carefully): masturbation (male), JK later goes into his RUT, kissing, unprotected sex, thigh job, oral sex (male and female receiving), scratching, rough sex, face-fucking, standing sex, knotting, creampies, dirty talk, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, hickies, nipple play, tummy bulge, lots of cum, marking, doggystyle, slight breeding kink (no pregnancy), slight dumbification, pain kink, brief mentions of anal, chains, hand jobs

a/n: This is an epilogue for my series Moonstruck (inspired by TVD), but it can be read as a STAND-ALONE! You do not have to read Moonstruck (but it will be more satisfying if you have 😉). This is the most smut I've written in a while and I tried out a new writing style too. I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and asks always make my day, thank you! Or if you prefer AO3, I post there too.

| Part 1 | Part 2

Six Months Later…

Another unknown number. You stare at your phone on the motel bed like the device is an uninvited guest as you step out of the bathroom, scrunching a towel around your damp hair. The clock on the wall reads midnight. 

Maybe it’s a client?

The call disappears before you can answer it, reverting to the lock screen—the wedding group picture from last year. You had cropped it where it showcases only you and Jungkook. It’s a tad pixelated from being zoomed in so much, but the same deer-in-the-headlights expression pokes through on both of your faces. He was holding you in a dip position because you had almost fallen. The memory makes you smile every time, and you need a little joy in this dreary room. 

You sit on the bed and the phone rings again, as if on cue. The towel is cast aside as you answer it, tapping the button for speaker mode. 

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss [Y/N]?”

Even your alarm clock can’t get you out of bed this fast. You’re up on your feet, placing the phone against your ear as your heart rate spikes. There’s no way. That deep, smooth voice was unmistakable, especially when it used to whisper the filthiest things in your ear. “Y-Yes, this is her. Who is this?”

As if you don’t already know. “I’m Officer Kim Taehyung, Headmaster Kim gave me your number.”

What’s the latest phone model in store? Because you’re seconds away from shattering the current one in your hands. Or maybe you should redirect your anger around Namjoon’s neck instead. You kept your words steady as you said, “Oh, I see. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I’m so sorry to call you at this hour, but I’m worried about a… a friend of mine,” he says. His hesitation on the “friend” label piques your interest. “I haven’t been able to reach him in a couple of weeks. I’m worried he’s gone missing.”

Wait. He’s an officer now? 

“If an officer such as yourself hasn’t been able to find him, that is worrisome. I’m assuming your friend is supernatural. Because that’s kind of all I do…”

“Yes, of course. He’s a hybrid.”

Your heart is lodged in your throat, unable to force the things you want to scream out. You had to take a deep breath before asking in a low voice, depicting how serious this is, “He’s a what?”

“A hybrid. Do you… know him?”

Do I know him… what a stupid question. You roll your eyes as if he could see you through the phone. “Text me everything you have on him. I’ll find him.”

“How?”

“Are you questioning my skills? I said I’ll find him.”

You hang up after that and collapse flat on your back, the mattress squeaking from your weight. You shouldn’t be so harsh on him; the poor man wasn’t up to date with all that’s happened. It’s not like he would know your history with Jungkook. Or you, for that matter. You made sure of that.

A buzz from your phone snaps you from your thoughts.

KTH: His name is Jeon Jungkook. His last known location was his apartment up north. I’ll send you the address and a picture.

He’s a man of his word, as the next text contains a map with the location marked by a round red pushpin. As much as you want to cremate Namjoon, Taehyung has given you the first lead you’ve had in months. If anything happened to Jungkook, you’d never forgive yourself. 

*Bzz*

Well, that’s new. It’s a picture of Jungkook under a white duvet, his arm bent, his head propped on his hand. Most of his body was covered, but the amount of skin showing at the junction between his neck and shoulder lets you know he is naked. Or at most, shirtless. Both are equally hot options if you have anything to say about it. 

His lips are pressed together into a coy smile, but his eyes are screaming “fuck me.” Like a personal challenge. 

KTH: Oops. I didn’t mean to send that picture.

You: It’s fine. I got the jist of what he looks like.

Why he has such a suggestive photo of Jungkook in the first place was concerning, but not enough for you to press further. 

Jungkook’s Point of View

My guard is up as my opponent swings his fists. His moves have zero technique, relying solely on blind rage as he tries to knock me out. Too bad I was quicker than him, playing the defensive first while I decided the best way to secure my victory. 

As we shuffle around the caged ring, the burly man in front of me grows impatient, like a bull taunted by a red cape. The more he charged, the more I dodged. He hasn’t gotten a single hit in, which only spurs the crowd to cheer louder for me. 

My heart is battering around in my rib cage, excited from the adrenaline rush. Having the spotlight on me, adoring fans, and exerting my muscles makes me feel alive. I don’t focus on anything else. I can’t. If I want to win, I transform whatever turmoil brews inside me into determination.

The rules are simple: no weapons, no biting, only fists and feet. Classic brawl style. We may be wolves, but there are boundaries, or our pride would cause a full-on slaughter.

The guy in front of me is drenched in sweat, and I see how his movements slowed—he was getting tired. It was time for me to go on the offensive.

I launch a kick, aiming for his right side. He caught it without even blinking, earning a choral gasp from the audience. They assume I’m in a bind, but I focus all my strength on my other leg and smack the dude across the face at lightning speed. He fell with a resounding thud, but I don’t wait for him to regain balance. 

I hit him with all I got—jab, cross, jab, cross. Right hook, left hook. He cowered in the corner like a bitch and I knee him in the gut. It was like watching a boulder topple over, his pride smashed into smithereens. Throwing my arms up, I circle the cage to pump up morale. The crowd bangs their fists against the enclosure as I roar. The referee begins the countdown from ten. 

Another victory added to my streak. Maybe I’ll treat myself and get laid tonight. I can smell the eager ones in the room and when I first got here, I always turned them down to be modest. Fuck that. I’m finally going to do it. 

I scan the room for potential suitors when my eyes land on her. It was like tunnel vision where everyone else was blacked out and she was the light at the end. I’m nothing but a moth to her flame, so gobsmacked that I rub my eyes to ensure I wasn’t seeing things. 

When I come to, she’s gone. There’s no way. 

I worked so hard to get over her. Is my brain so fucked that it’s starting to make me hallucinate? It seems years of therapy did absolutely nothing. Thanks, Jin.

Next thing I know the big guy recovers and tackles me to the ground. He got a good hit in; I tasted blood. There was no time to dwell on a figment of my imagination. My thirst for victory shouldn’t be underestimated as I swing my fist square in his jaw. I wasn’t going down that easy. 

Yikes. That’s a doozy.

I’ve been examining my face for five minutes now, hating how he split my lip open. Oh well. It’ll heal soon enough and I sent him home with far worse. 

That was the last fight of the night, so I had the locker room all to myself. The staff went home after sending the customers on their way. I go to my locker, type in the combination, and pull out a spare change of clothes and a towel. 

I head to the shower, placing my things on the bench. I undress, the first thing being my tank top, which had splotches of blood stained on the white fabric. Most of it wasn’t mine anyway, thankfully. I remove my shorts, discarding them in the same pile as my top. 

I enter the shower and close the curtain, turning the water onto the hottest setting. Once it hits my skin, I throw my head back and feel my muscles release its tension as I bask in the warmth. I tilt my head forward to get my hair damp when thoughts of her creep into my mind. 

It felt real. She looked real. I remembered everything about her appearance from head to toe even if I only saw her briefly. 

Her hair was dyed now to a color that suited her features. She had minimal makeup on that further enhanced her natural beauty. Her body was adorned in black skinny jeans where the seams were in front, matching her black combat boots and leather jacket. Underneath was a short-sleeved v-neck, her cleavage prominent and so inviting. Ugh. I shouldn’t be thinking about her in such a way, but where was I supposed to look? Her push-up bra was doing god’s work. 

Man, I’m so pathetic. I shouldn’t lust over her. She left me not once, but twice. What’s worse is she doesn’t know I remember everything. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept vervain on me that day. Would my life have turned out better? 

I dispense some body wash into my hands, lathering it between my palms before rubbing my torso. My hands trail down to my groin area, and I thoroughly clean it because sweaty balls are such a turn-off. But then I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, stroking it slowly. 

It looks like I’m washing it, but I already know what’s coming next. Memories of her are like shards of glass I can’t remove, embedded so deep that it scars. I reminisce about our past. How it felt to touch her, kiss her, love her. Her sweet moans, her soft breasts, her addictive scent. I’m palming myself and shuddering. Unlike her, my hands are calloused, but I pretend I have her soft touch.

I close my eyes and fantasize. I’d tear her clothes off with my bare teeth, mark all over her chest with my lips, turn her around, and take her. Indulge in my primitive urges and teach her a lesson. God, I wanted to fuck someone tonight, anyone, but my mind defaults to her. 

The soap makes it easy to glide my hand up and down my cock. I’m going much faster now, my breaths more ragged. No one’s here anyway. So I moan. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I just need to come and get this out of my system. 

I’m about to finish when there’s a gasp outside my stall. My entire body stills and I don’t take a moment to ask “Who’s there?” like the stupid idiots you see in horror movies. I think about what to do next and then commit. 

After turning off the water, I pull the curtain back and step out. I glance to my left to see the shower stall at the end has its curtain closed. It wasn’t like that before. 

I put on my boxers because I sure as hell wasn’t going to face this intruder naked. I plan to charge in there and drag him out without saying a word. Other than the sound of my footsteps, it’s eerily quiet. I reach my hand out, but as soon as I’m about to grab the curtain, the shower turns on. 

I hesitate, wondering if I’m about to be an asshole who’s about to expose an innocent soul out in the open. Before I built my reputation, I was jumped for being the new guy multiple times. That stopped after the third guy went home with three broken ribs though, but I can never be too careful. Some people were sore losers.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

Great. I’m not only stupid but polite. I’m sure the person behind the curtain will slit my throat any moment, so I better act fast. I grab the curtain and attempt to pull it, but it’s stuck. 

Or rather, someone is holding it still. I yank harder this time, but they refuse to budge. I use both hands, gripping it extra tight, and tug with all my might until the sound of torn fabric echoes in the room, revealing the culprit.

The person I thought I healed from, the one I once thought I would heal with, is standing right before me, her eyes as wide as mine. I can’t think straight, so my body moves without permission as I charge forward, pinning her to the wall face first. I have her arms pinned behind her back, catching my breath when I realized what I had done. 

I don’t want her to look at me. Because then I’d have to accept the fact that she’s real. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Your Point of View

Where do you start? Do you tell him you tracked him down to the countryside and climbed down a creepy cellar door behind a barn only to find out he was an underground cage fighter? Or explain how you followed him to the locker rooms hoping to get a word with him until you tripped on your shoelaces? 

It’s difficult to decide when he’s got your arms twisted behind your back. They were getting sore. 

“I–I heard you were missing,” you say, wary of your next choice of words. “Can you please let me go?”

You attempt to move, but he holds your wrists with one hand while using the other one to render your head immobile. He uses enough force to press your cheek against the cold tile.

“I didn’t say you could move,” he warned, his voice laced with venom. “Congratulations, you found me. I’m no longer missing.”

“And you’re a cage fighter?”

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re cheating. This place is only for werewolves and you’re a—”

He flips you around so quickly you almost get whiplash, your back pinned to the wall while he covers your mouth. He has a murderous glare, his jaw clenches, and the vein near his temple bulges out. “Be quiet. You never know who’s listening.”

Your eyes drink him in, ogling him unashamed because his beauty should have been illegal. His hair was damp, but you can tell it’s cut short now. He didn’t have any piercings in, his natural beauty was enough to make anyone fall to their knees—which is exactly what you wanted to do for him. But you don’t make a sound. 

You couldn’t help but notice the glorious sight of his inked sleeve. When did he get that many tattoos? You bet there was a story to each one, but before you can dwell on it, Jungkook shifts his hand from your mouth to your eyes. 

There’s a sense of deja vu from his actions. The last time he covered your eyes was to prevent you from compelling him two years ago. Following through with such a heartbreaking decision was difficult, but you believed it was for the best.

As for now? You’re not sure. 

“So you stalk me because you thought I was missing, follow me into the showers, and now you’re ogling me like a pervert?”

He got you there. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“If the roles were reversed, I’d look like some sick freak. You invaded my privacy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Let me ask you something, and I expect you to be honest: Were you listening to me earlier?” He saw you tuck your lower lip under your teeth like you wanted to seal the words shut. “Answer me. And don’t play dumb.”

“Yes,” you say, meek and pathetic. “I heard you.”

You can’t see him, but his eyes are crazed like he doesn’t know how to act around you. “And did you like what you heard?” He closes the gap between your bodies, his bare chest barely brushing against yours. His lips are ghosting across your own as he continues. “You like hearing me get off like some sick freak? Is that what you are? A fucking pervert?”

“N-No…” You don’t sound convincing in the slightest. 

His hot breath fans across your face. “I didn’t even get to finish.”

You gulp. “I… I could help you finish…”

Before your hand has a chance to sneak over to his lower region, he snatches it. “You aren’t allowed to touch me.”

“Technically, you touched me first.”

“Bratty now, are we? Don’t be flattered. I’d rather touch myself.” He releases your wrist, but his other hand is in the same spot, obstructing your sight. “I’m going to jerk off and you’re going to stand there until I’m finished.”

“What?”

“You heard me. And you’re going to keep hearing me until I’m satisfied. Understand?”

The constant steam from the shower was nearing the point of suffocation, but his words were far deadlier. “Okay.”

“Hands behind your back. I don’t want you tempted. Perverts like you can’t be trusted.”

You have to scold yourself for igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach from his slander, but you obey. Though you can’t see him, you hear the soft smacking sounds of him jerking his cock, surprised at how quickly he was to start.

If you had your sight, you’d be able to see how he is staring at your lips, wishing more than anything he could kiss you. How his eyes trail down to your cleavage and how the droplets of water made them look more enticing. His mind is racing a mile a minute through all his fantasies of how he’d take you, punish you, torment you until you were begging to come. As much as he does want to fuck you, you’re so damn gorgeous that admiring you was enough. 

His moans sound like soft sobs the closer he approaches his climax, his hand speeding up. It’s erotic, whiny, and sexy when he’s so desperate. He’s grunting through gritted teeth, panting like he’s running out of breath. You wonder if he makes the same noises when he’s working out. 

Fuck, you’d give anything to see him now. But his intentions were clear. You were to be still until he was finished. 

“Does this turn you on?” he asks, his voice shaky. He lays his chin on your shoulder, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “I’m close.”

He lets out a choked gasp, whispering “fuck, fuck, fuck” as he pumps himself as fast as he can, reaching his high and submitting to the pleasure. It’s unbelievably erotic and he comes in his hand, catching the spurts of cum. He pulls back and stares at your lips again.

“Open.” Your mouth obeys willingly and he shoves two of his cum-soaked fingers inside. You close your lips around them, sucking them clean and savoring his taste. It’s bitter and slightly salty, but you welcome it. “Good girl.”

The praise brings a grin to your face. He rinses his hand under the water, turns it off, and finally releases his hold on you. You see the large expanse of his back as he walks away, almost drooling at his size. He slips on a loose black T-shirt, sweatpants, and slides. 

He looks over his shoulder. “Do you need clothes?” 

The question makes your heart swell. “I’m good.” 

Jungkook hears you mutter words similar to Latin. He turns around to see your necklace glow when you rub it between your thumb and forefinger. Your clothes dry in an instant, and he chuckles. “When did you learn magic?”

“I’ve had some free time.”

He peers down to your feet, letting out a heavy sigh as he walks over. Getting down on one knee, he ties your shoelace and you can’t help but melt. 

“I hope you have some free time now,” he says, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “I’m not done with you yet. We need to talk.”

It’s past 3 AM. The air is cool and crisp, carrying a faint scent of hay. Stars are twinkling in the clear night sky while the moon casts a silvery glow, illuminating silhouettes of barns in the distance. It’s quiet since folks are deep in their slumber, so walks home are usually serene. 

“Jungkook, wait up!”

Today’s an exception. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

You jog to catch up to his pace on the dirt road. He rolls his eyes but slows his steps, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Didn’t you say we needed to talk?”

He stops abruptly, and you almost bump into his mountainous form. “Okay. Talk. Why are you here? You made it clear the last time we met that you couldn’t stay.”

You fumble with your words, as your brain isn’t quite as speedy as your lips. “Well I… I wasn’t in my right mind then.”

“Did I hurt you?” Your expression softens when you see the concern in his features, those brown doe eyes so big and round that you can see your reflection in them. Had he spent all this time fearing the worst?

“No… not in the slightest. I left because I was embarrassed.”

“I don’t believe you. You looked at me like…” He closes his eyes as if the next words would pain him. “Like I was a mistake.”

“No!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “You are anything but a mistake.”

“Then why do I feel like you’re hiding something?” He invades your space, his large frame towering over yours. “Why are you really here, [Y/N]?”

This is your chance to tell him the truth. With one command, you can make him remember loving you and all the shared memories that came with it. You’re ready to love him the way he deserves, but the thing is… you’re not sure you deserve him. Consequences were in order and pain was inevitable. He’ll hate you. He’ll feel betrayed.

Panic takes charge, forming an excuse for you. “I told you… someone told me you went missing. I was worried.”

He raises an eyebrow, prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue like your answer was unsatisfactory. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

Jungkook drops his arms to his side. “Wow. That son of a…” He clasps a hand to his forehead, pacing back and forth in utter disbelief. “Guess I have two stalkers.”

“What exactly is Taehyung’s relationship to you?”

He stops and faces you, looking like you had offended him. “There is no relationship. There will never be a relationship, but he doesn’t seem to get that! God!”

You place your hands on your hips. “I don’t understand.”

He decides against elaborating but quickly changes his mind after seeing you use Taehyung to deflect.

“He’s an old roommate. We used to fuck. Okay?” Time seems to stop between you two but for an entirely different reason. You’re abhorred, unable to comprehend the fact your ex fucked your other ex. This must be the universe’s punishment for messing with their memories. Because the Jungkook you know would have never sought him out after everything Taehyung put you through.

You fucked my ex?! The dude who tried to kill you?! The guy who backstabbed us and harmed us?! Are you insane?!

You have to bite your tongue before the house of cards collapses. 

“I was experiencing my first rut. It was overwhelming. Not like I could fuck a human without hurting them. Permanently,” he adds, watching how your face morphs into one lost in thought. “What’s up?” 

You snap out of it. “Oh. Nothing. Before Taehyung, I went west because there were rumors of the ‘Cervix Splitter’ and thought…”

He stares at you, mouth agape as he points to himself. “You thought that was me?!”

“I don’t know!” you say, holding your hands out with your palms up. “I think they might have a serial killer loose… damn.”

“Can we please stick to the subject?” he asks, exasperation coating every word. You nod and gesture for him to continue. “Anyway, he and I ran into each other and one thing led to another. We were both hybrids with needs. It was a good arrangement, but then he got obsessive. Wanted a relationship. I said no.”

You give him a look of sympathy as you recall how Taehyung reacted when you broke up with him. Even though you erased your existence from his mind, it seems his obsessive tendencies lingered. Some things never change. “He didn’t like that very much, did he?”

“What do you think? I ran away, so he’d leave me alone. It worked for the past few months until you showed up.” He narrows his eyes into slits. “Did you tell him I was here?”

“No. He keeps texting me though.”

He points an accusatory finger at you. “You’re not going to tell him anything. Got it?”

“I won’t. But if you keep that tone up, I might reconsider,” you warn.

“And how would that benefit you? Do you know Taehyung?”

Unfortunately. “It’s my job to help those in need in the supernatural community.”

“What are you, the Scooby Doo gang?” He steps back to laugh. “Is this what you’ve been up to since you’ve left?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you scold. “Helping is what I do. I’m good at it. It clears my mind.”

“Okay. Then you can ‘help’ yourself out of here. Tell Taehyung you didn’t find me while I go home and rest. I’m exhausted.”

He dashes off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. You follow at once and encounter a quaint cottage surrounded by forestry. Jungkook waits at the front door, folding his arms across his chest.

“Do you need something else?” he asks. You swear you can see the cogs turning in his mind, unable to figure out what’s your angle.

“Are you going to continue fighting?” 

He shrugs. “Yeah. It’s a great stress reliever. Keeps me from…” His eyes flit to your lips for a brief second. “... overthinking. Plus I get great perks. Respect. Fans. Money.”

“You don’t need money.”

“I know, but it’s a power trip having it. Besides, people bet on me. I’d hate to let my loyal benefactors down.”

You mirror his stance, folding your arms as displeasure passes your face. “You’re a hybrid. It’s a given you’ll win every fight and that’s not fair to their pack.”

“Only if they find out.” You’re about to counteract his argument, but he beats you to it. “Look. Boxing’s my thing. I enjoy the rush it gives me. Exerting my muscles, feeling that sweet burn, and fighting until my body gives out—it’s addicting. I feel alive.”

His eyes shimmer with every word he speaks like he was putting on a speech to inspire high school kids. It only brings you more dread when there’s a confession on the tip of your tongue. 

“Well… do you have to box here?”

“I like it here. Now if you don’t mind…”

He pulls out his keys, turns around, and inserts them into the lock. You nibble on your thumbnail, scrambling to come up with another excuse. Once he enters, you use your enhanced speed and invite yourself in. 

“Can I stay?” you ask, quick to shut the door. He chuckles, impressed by your tenacity.

“What is with you? Don’t you have a Cervix Splitter to catch? Please leave.”

The words bubble up in your throat, forcefully coming to the surface like word vomit. “You can’t stay here!”

The outburst garners his undivided attention as he stares at you dumbfounded like there is Wii music playing in the background. “Why?”

“There’s some people who know you’re a hybrid…” you reveal, your voice reduced to a mere squeak.

“What did you say?” he asks through gritted teeth. You don’t reply and he repeats himself, this time with a lower volume, which spooks you more than if he was shouting. “What did you do?”

“When I came here to find you, I asked if anyone saw you. I showed them a picture and told them you’re a hybrid. Thought it’d make it faster…” You let out a small laugh. “I was kinda right…”

Jungkook looks like he’s at a crossroads of whether to hate you or murder you. Or both. “Why would you expose me like that?”

“I didn’t know it was a secret.” He lifts his fist at an angle toward the door, and you wait for him to slam it down in anger. However, he sighs and lowers his hand slowly, splaying his fingers against the wood. You blink twice, choosing your next words carefully. “I don’t understand. Why would you hide the fact you’re a hybrid?”

He holds onto the sides of his head like he is about to rip his hair out. “Oh, I don’t know,” Sarcasm is dripping in every word. “Did you forget how your grandparents tried to kill us when they discovered your existence?”

What did he say?

His hands drop down by his side as do yours. Realization dawns upon you two, the world coming to a screeching halt. Shock renders you immobile as the gears in your head try to turn, but they’re overwhelmed by the million questions plaguing your mind. He shouldn’t know that. He shouldn’t remember that. Unless… he never forgot.

“You remember me… You remember everything,” you say in a breathy tone. You should’ve seen it coming, especially with how he acted at the wedding. “How do you—“

“I had vervain on me,” he confesses without the slightest remorse. 

You take a small step back, almost stumbling. “So this whole time… you never forgot me? You knew what I did and didn’t say anything? You slept with Taehyung?!”

“That’s what you got from this? That’s what you choose to focus on?” His question pins you for a fool. 

“Because that’s the stupidest thing you could’ve done! I erased his memories so he could start fresh. Same with you!”

“What difference does it make? I asked, no, I begged you not to erase my memories and you did it anyway.”

You steel yourself to remain calm. “Because I didn’t want you burdened by me anymore. I thought I was doing what was best for you.”

He tilts his head, his eye slightly twitching as he raises a finger like he is about to lecture you. “Stop. Stop saying it was best for me when the reality was, you were only thinking about yourself.” He takes a sharp inhale. “You wanna know why I got with Tae? Because I was a mess when you left. Devastated. Broken people look for broken people, [Y/N].”

You threw your head back. “Oh my god... This is precisely why I wanted you to forget.”

He almost snarls. “You don’t get it, do you? You always do this. You make decisions without my consent. I never asked to be a hybrid, I never asked for any of this shit.”

You place a hand on your chest, offended. “I’m sorry, you’re upset I turned you to save your life?”

“You turning me was what started this whole mess,” he spits out, revulsion apparent. “I was sired to you, I fell in love with you, I went through hell and back only for it to not matter in the end. You left me. I could forgive you the first time, but not for the second.”

There aren’t any words you can say to combat this. 

“I remember everything about you. About us,” he says, the look in his eyes resembling a kicked puppy. “I remember what you said the day you tried to compel me.”

“Don’t,” you plead. He throws your words back at you in a rather snarky manner.

“‘When I’m ready, I’ll come to you and you can decide then if you’ll have me.,” he quotes. “I used to think I’d be okay waiting for you to come around… but that was incredibly stupid. You came back only to abandon me again and for what? To go around playing vigilante?”

“Jungkook…”

“No, I’m not done.” He starts to pace back and forth. “Did you ever stop to think about what I wanted? Of course not. Because in the end, it’s all about you. You should’ve erased everything. What was the point of only erasing my love for you, huh?”

“What do you want me to say?” you ask, fighting back tears.

“I want you to tell me the truth. You erased Taehyung’s memories of you because he was a psychopath but spared me the smallest glimpse. Why? Why not erase it all?”

“Because I love you!” you exclaim. He stops pacing, shooting you a skeptical glare. “And knowing that you still remembered me, even a tiny part of me, was comforting enough to help me move on. I needed space.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet? But I’m not your safety net, [Y/N].” He walks over to his front door and pulls it open. “Get out.”

You shake your head. “Jungkook, please.”

“Either you get out or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and force you out.”

The resentment he had must’ve grown exponentially over the years. If you push him further than you already had, he might snap. So you exit his house but go for one final attempt at whatever relationship you can salvage with him.

“Please let me stay. I can protect you from those cage fighters if they decide to get even.”

“No. You’ve done enough.”

“Jungkook—”

“Enough!” His voice carries, causing birds to flutter their wings and find solace in another tree further away. You watch as he towers over you again, but beneath his icy glare is a heartbroken man. “Since I first saw you, I have belonged to you completely.”

He tightens his fists, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath before saying the next part.

“I have always belonged to you. And for that, I suffered. I came here to escape, to heal, and it worked. I was at peace and you waltz in here, stirring up chaos in my life where it’s not welcomed.” His eyes never waver and you don’t dare look away. “And what’s funny is how you expect me to do what? Take you back?”

“I… I don’t know. I thought…”

“You thought wrong,” he finishes for you. “Do you think it’s easy seeing you? I’m angry, [Y/N]. You make me so mad I can’t even think straight.”

“Then yell at me! Don’t push me away.”

“I’m pushing you away because I know you. And I know what hurts you the most.” He caresses your face longingly, slowly, like it’d be the last time. His fingers ghost the surface of your skin, and you lean in, desperate for more. But he pulls back. “Either you choose me or you lose me. And it’s too late to choose me now. Goodbye [Y/N].”

“No,” you say like a stubborn child. “I don’t want to leave you. I’m afraid to lose you. Please.”

He clicks his tongue at you as he shakes his head. “I suggest you face your fears. It’s not like this is the first time.”

The last thing you see is the door being slammed in your face.

Jungkook’s Point of View

That was the worst sleep of my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how I left her. She deserved all my venomous words, but empathy made me regret everything. Why do we even need such an emotion when all it does is make us feel like shit?

It’s pitch black in my room. The low-pitched sound of the air conditioner is my only companion. I enjoy being alone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely. I shouldn't get used to missing her, but I’m used to it again. I wish she were here.

I decide to get dressed and quickly leave the house. For once the angel and devil on my shoulder agree, pressing me to find her but for two different reasons. One says to forgive and forget, the other craves to deliver punishment and commit sins. 

I tell myself I’m going hunting instead. Rabbits and squirrels fall prey to my clutches and I feel a pang in my heart when I drink their blood, but I have to survive somehow. Before I knew it, it was dark outside and the moon looked lonely, almost like it was crying in the night sky. 

I couldn’t find her. I searched all day, but the countryside is vast, and I’m drenched in sweat. Checking the time on my watch, I see I’m late for my next fight. 

Shit. 

It’s fine. She’s an Original Hybrid and can take care of herself. 

Rushing back to the barn, I circle to find the angled cellar door. I pull the handle, descend downstairs, and run into one of the bouncers. Aside from cage fighting, the underground establishment is used for clubbing and drinking most days of the week. I hear the heavy bass from the music, feeling the ground shake from the vibrations. I greet the bouncer with a handshake, but he stares at me like I had pissed in his thermos. 

“Ms. Lim wants to see you,” he says, his voice gruff. He gestures his bald head towards the door that says “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY” on the right, so I head there. There’s a narrow hallway and at the end of the corridor is her office. I slowly open the door. 

“Jungkook,” Her nasal voice already has a trace of annoyance as I poke my head in. She’s sitting behind her desk with two henchmen about twice my size, both dressed in suits with their hands clasped in front. “Come in please.”

I do what she says and she points to the chair in front, so I sit. “Hello, Ms. Lim. I know I’m late, I’m sorry. Can I have the next fight?”

Her mouth twitches. “No. We need to talk.”

She snaps her fingers and the two bodyguards stand on either side of me, each placing a firm hand on my shoulders. When I squirm, they hold me tighter as if cementing me still. I let out a nervous laugh, feigning innocence. “What’s going on?”

The middle-aged woman adjusts her thick-rimmed glasses, scoffing like I was being impolite in the presence of royalty. “I run a tight-knit business, Jungkook. My wolves… They follow me. They listen to me. Because I’m honest and upfront. I don’t dish out bullshit.”

She stands, placing her hands behind her back as she circles the front of her desk, closing the gap between us. 

“Wolves like to fight. It’s in our nature to have some aggression. Here you can release it in a healthy, controlled environment,” she says. “When you first arrived, I liked you right away. The sheer arrogance you had, the drive to win—you were a natural for the ring. People bet on you because you never let them down.” She leans against her desk, lowering her glasses onto the tip of her nose bridge to look at me. “You don’t want to let people down, right?”

The bait can’t be more obvious, but I indulge her anyway. “Of course not.”

My answer seems to placate her and she puts her finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “Then I need you to tell me the truth. What are you, Jungkook?”

“I’m a wolf. Just like you, ma’am.” Not like that was a complete lie. I am a wolf. Half.

She grips my chin harder, her pupils blown so wide that they overtook her irises. “Is that all?”

“Look, it’s clear you know something so why don’t you…” She whips out a pistol from underneath the slit in her long dress and I stare down the barrel without moving a muscle. 

“There’s no fear in your eyes. Probably because you know and I know that this crummy little thing won’t kill you.” She pulls the trigger, but the shot is empty. I try my best not to scowl as she puts it away. “One of my men ran into a strange girl yesterday. She was hysterical, almost aggressive in asking about you.”

“Make your point.”

“She told me you were a hybrid. Is that true?”

I lean back against the chair, my shoulders less tense now that the secret is out. “Yes. So what? I’m still part wolf.”

“You’re half-wolf,” she corrects. “I don’t give a damn about you being a hybrid. But I do care that you weren’t fully transparent with me. And people talk. Word gets around I’m letting a hybrid take all the winnings and my business is done.”

“No one has to know.”

“Oh darling… she blabbed all over town about you. I’m sure everyone already knows. But I have a deal for you if you want to stay.”

Judging from her toothy smile, the chances of this deal being more beneficial for her than me are high. “What deal?”

“Do you know how much money I can make if I put two hybrids against each other?” she asks, flashing a smirk. “Especially with a pretty little thing like her against someone like you. The crowd would go wild.”

I shake my head. “I’ll pass. She’s not into cage fighting and I don’t hit women.”

“Who says she’s not?” I don’t like her tone and the insinuation behind it. “Darling, who do you think is taking your place right now?”

“What?”

“[Y/N] is fighting her heart out at this very moment. The wolves adore her. Probably because I said whoever beats her gets to breed her.”

This time I force myself to stand, knocking out both men when they attempt to grab me again with a one-two combo. They collapse with a resounding thud, and I head straight for Ms. Lim. I’m holding her dress collar and lifting her in the air, but she remains unphased.

“Where is she?”

“I see she’s important to you.”

“Where is she?!” I shout, not caring that I spit on her. 

“She turned you, right? How’d she do it? Did you two have sex?”

“I’m not asking you again,” I warn. She wraps her hand around my wrist, her irises shifting to a muted gold as she pries my hold off her, dislocating my hand. I curse in pain, fully prepared to retaliate, but she snaps her fingers three times. 

I hear footsteps from behind me and the door opens with a loud slam. Looking over my shoulder, I see about fifty men in black suits who are bigger than me enter the room. They all bear matching stoic expressions, but their fists are up and ready as their pointed glares shoot in my direction. 

“There isn’t much information on hybrids and experimenting on an Original is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I’m sure my boys would love to breed her. Then business would be booming with hybrid fighters at my side!” Ms. Lim cries.

My blood is boiling and I swear I’m seeing red. I snap my wrist back into place without breaking eye contact and backhand her across the face. She falls to the floor, stunned, holding the side of her cheek. “I thought you said you don’t hit women!”

“My apologies. I meant beautiful women.”

Three men grab me—one at each arm and the last holding my waist. The others line up, each taking a jab at me. The first punch is aimed at my stomach. One breaks my nose. Another hits me square in the jaw. I see stars by the time Ms. Lim stands, holding her hand up for them to stop. 

“How dare you? Oh, I’m going to make sure your little girlfriend is knocked up. Poor thing has no clue what plans I have for her.”

I muster enough strength to spit at her, flicking droplets of blood onto her face. She shrieks in disgust and slaps me in return. I only laugh like a madman.

“Good luck… she’s infertile…” I say, trying to find my breath. “And my girl can take care of herself. She won’t lose.”

“It’s okay. I can still find plenty of uses for her. If my boys can’t breed her, they can still fuck her once they’re done with you. I bet she screams pretty,” Ms. Lim says.

“You’re lying!”

“Am I?” She snaps her fingers again, prompting the last man who punched me to step forward. He pulls out something gold from his pocket, dangling it in front of me like a carrot for a rabbit. My face falls when I recognize the double moon charms. “Mr. Ahn here is the first one that defeated [Y/N]. He’ll get to have her first.”

The douchebag has a devilish grin as he slips the necklace over my head. He pats my cheek twice before smacking it hard on the third. I bare my teeth, more than ready to kick his ass, but other men are holding me still.

“I’m going to check the status of our beautiful prize and see if she’s ready for Mr. Ahn,” Ms. Lim declares, exiting the room with the sleazy bastard. Right before she closes the door, she sticks her head in and adds, “Whoever gets that necklace from him gets to have her next.”

The door shuts and I’m shouting curses at her until my throat is hoarse. All sense of self-control goes out the window as I unleash my wrath, my anger blinding me as my fists take control. In cage fights, I’ve had to hold back. But now? I’m ready to demolish anyone who gets in my way.

Your Point of View

After Jungkook kicked you out, you roamed the area for a place to stay. With your abilities, you had endless options: an inn, a motel, a farmhouse, or even the forest if you prefer. Heartbroken, you planned to wolf out until a middle-aged woman found you on the side of the road. 

She drove beside you, parked her car, and rolled down her windows. Your first instinct was to walk away, but she mentioned Jungkook and how she was his boss. She told you how her place wasn’t too far away, offering a place for you to stay the night. 

Questions kept pouring out of you, but she wouldn’t answer until you agreed to her offer. Your guard was up the whole night despite the fact she was a werewolf too. She doted on you with tea and snickerdoodles, but you didn’t dare take a bite until after she did.

Though you were on edge most of the night, her aura was warm, like a grandmother’s love or what you could only imagine as such. Your grandparents tried to eradicate you for being a hybrid, believing that your existence was an abomination. It’s funny how Ms. Lim, someone not blood-related, treated you far better than they ever did.

She answered your questions about Jungkook, but you didn’t dare overshare about your relationship with him. She persuaded you to join her the next day at work, offering the gym and free training sessions with her best fighters. You weren’t sure at first, but then ultimately gave in.

The next day Ms. Lim gave you a tour of the underground cellar and you couldn’t believe how massive it was. Everyone you encountered greeted you like one of the family, and you got to learn new fighting techniques with her bodyguards. 

When it was nighttime, Ms. Lim suggested you fight for real. You worried it’d be unfair, but she assured you the opponents were more than willing. 

Your first opponent is a man who looks like the descendant of a Viking. His muscles are so large you can see the veins bulging underneath his skin. He gives you a crooked smile, which you would’ve found somewhat attractive if he hadn’t made a sexist comment the next second.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in the ring? Hasn’t no one swept you off your feet and wed you yet?” You make the first move and use his words against him, sweeping him off his feet with your leg. He falls flat on his back and laughs while the crowd cheers. “It’s a shame. You’d make a great mother.”

“I’ll pass,” you say, sounding extra snarky. 

“Come on. You know you can’t beat me.”

The man got back up only to be taken down again with a skillful spin kick, causing his back to slam against the cage. You smirk as his expression shifts to anger, and he tackles you to the opposite side like a mad bull. Grunts come from both sides as you use your elbow, jabbing the top of his head until he lets go. 

You jump high and hang from the top of the cage, using your strong thighs to hold his head hostage. His oxygen depletes as his face turns purple, clawing at your legs but you don’t let up. His hands fall to his sides before his body collapses. Only then do you let go and land in a cool pose, feeling like a superhero. 

The crowd goes wild and you jump up and down like a kid who scored the winning goal. “I did it!”

You see why Jungkook loved this place so much. It’s an indescribable feeling, a rush of exhilaration as glory consumes you. 

Once you see Ms. Lim and her main bodyguard, you step out of the ring and greet her. “Ms. Lim, did you see? I won!”

She wraps her arm around your shoulder, giving you a toothy grin. “I know. I told you you’d do well. Let me show you your prize.”

You gasp. “I get a prize?” 

She leads you through the sea of fans. “Of course. Everyone gets compensated.”

You enter a door that leads you to a narrow hallway. The lights were dim, but it was enough for you to see something horrific. From where you stand to the door at the end are unconscious bodies strewn across the floor. Some are slumped against the wall, others are flat on their back or stomachs, each carrying some deformity. There’s blood splattered on the floor, but it wasn’t gorey enough to be deemed a bloodbath (though the sight was still alarming).

“What the fuck happened?” you ask. Ms. Lim screams in shock when she steps in, covering her mouth as she stumbles back. If not for Mr. Ahn, she probably would’ve fallen.

The door at the end of the corridor opens and you hear ragged breathing. There you see Jungkook stagger out, barely able to hold himself up with one arm. He has cuts on his face and a black eye, so his vision is halved. His tank top is in shreds, the fabric hanging by a thread as it dangles from his bruised body. 

He regains part of his strength once he sees you. “[Y/N]?”

You rush over to catch him before he falls. “Jungkook, what happened?!”

He’s putting his entire weight on you, close to fainting. But one look at Ms. Lim and he’s fired up. “That bitch… I’m gonna kill her…”

Ms. Lim wastes no time, urging Mr. Ahn to run away with her while you’re left bamboozled. “Ms. Lim?”

“She’s going to pay… She’s going to…”

Jungkook can’t fight his body’s limits anymore. The last thing he sees is darkness.

Sunlight pours through the window, stirring Jungkook from his slumber. He slowly opens one eye, surprised to see snow-covered trees and clear skies outside. In a daze, he sits up, holding his side as a sharp pain shoots through his body. He’s quick to notice his upper body has been covered in gauze and bandages. 

Whoever did it was meticulous. His chest and shoulders are tightly bound in layers, protecting his battered torso. The bandages crisscrossed over his ribcage, some were wrapped around his biceps, with the gauze extending down to his forearms. Bloodstains seeped through while he was asleep, but they don’t warrant any concern for now.

Jungkook touches his face, finding the cut on his cheek and upper lip taken care of. His other eye is no longer swollen, allowing him to observe his surroundings. He sees he’s in a cozy room, the wood ceiling and floors making him believe he’s at a lodge. There’s a large window to his right as well as a nightstand. The lamp sitting atop casts a warm golden glow, and Jungkook turns it off by pulling the string. 

There’s a gentle knock on the door. “Jungkook? Are you awake?”

He lays back down, covering his body with the duvet and closing his eyes as if he had never woken up. The doorknob jostles as you enter the room, holding a cup of water. You see his state and tip-toe closer, setting the mug on the nightstand. 

Staring at people while they sleep is creepy, but Jungkook looks angelic. Even if his face was marred, it didn’t stunt his beauty. If anything, his injuries made him more beautiful, the bandages being proof of his protectiveness. What he was protecting, you don’t know. 

“When you wake up, we seriously have a lot to talk about,” you whisper, pulling a nearby stool to sit on. “I don’t know why you did what you did. Ms. Lim and her men were so nice to me. She let me stay at her place after you kicked me out.”

You stick your tongue at him like a brat but end up giggling at your immaturity. 

“You were right to kick me out though,” you say, sighing. “Even with the best intentions, I can’t make things right. I’m sorry. Trust me, no one is more frustrated with me than me. That’s why when Ms. Lim suggested for me to fight, I didn’t hesitate.”

You ball your fists. “But it was so fun. I won my fight like bam! Bam! Bam!” You punch the air at each onomatopoeia, and Jungkook has to refrain from laughing. Why were you so cute?

“I get why you do it now. I’ve always had to fight for survival. I didn’t think it could be… gratifying. Anyway, I support your cage-fighting career,” You purse your lips. “But I guess you don’t have one anymore, considering what you did back there. I’m honestly confused. Why did you hurt them? I chased after Ms. Lim and uh… well, she burned your house down.”

You wait a second as if he’d respond. “She told us to never come back with no explanation… I didn’t even get my prize for winning,” you huff. 

Jungkook grunted, almost like he didn’t like what he was hearing. He turns onto his side, so he’d be facing away from you and wraps himself in a blanket burrito. The spot where he once lay had something gold in it. You carefully pick it up and caress the double moon charms with your thumb.

“My necklace…”

You stare at the back of his head, the gears in your head turning as you try to put the puzzle pieces together. Upon closer inspection, you notice faint bloodstains on the back of the charms and some on the chain.

“Did one of those men have my necklace? You beat up thirty men for it?”

“It was around fifty, but who’s counting?”

Your breath hitches, wondering if you were hearing things. Jungkook slowly sits up, resting his back against the headboard and flashing a cheeky grin. Heat spreads to the apples of your cheeks. 

“Were you awake this whole time?”

“Maybe.” He gives you a quick once over. “Are you hurt? Did anyone touch you?”

“Hmm? I’m fine. I should be asking you that. You took a beating and I’m still confused as to why.”

He slumps against the headboard, sagging like a dramatic blob. “God, you’re dense.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? My necklace is all bloody… was this the prize Ms. Lim intended to give me?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes so far back they might as well get stuck. “Ms. Lim’s prize wasn’t the necklace. It was you. You were her men’s prize after the fight. She planned to let them have their way with you.”

Your eyes fall to the ground, your heart heavier than an anchor in a bottomless sea. Jungkook sees how you clutch the necklace in your fist, wishing he hadn’t revealed the truth so bluntly. 

“Hey… I’m sorry,” he begins. “I didn’t mean to…”

“No. I was naive. After what happened with my grandmother, I thought Ms. Lim was different. Anyway,” you say, changing the subject. “That’s why you did what you did?”

“I thought she had you trapped somewhere. Or that without your necklace, you were at a disadvantage. She told me Mr. Ahn defeated you and I just went berserk at the thought of something happening to you.”

It’s hard not to see the love he has for you in those beautiful eyes of his. “I never fought Mr. Ahn, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve won. I’m freakin’ awesome in the ring.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I know. I never doubted your skills. She riled me up and I assumed the worst.”

“Well… Thank you for looking out for me. I’m glad to have my necklace back. I thought I lost it for good.”

“I thought I lost you.”

Time comes to a standstill. No more words are shared, yet so much is being said through simple eye contact, an unspoken language only the two of you understand. Your hearts are burning, aching with desire, but you don’t dare act on it. You don’t deserve him. At least, that’s what you tell yourself to maintain restraint. 

“Can I put it on you?” he asks, pointing to the piece of jewelry in your hand. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” A white glow emits from your fist and when you open your palm, Jungkook sees the necklace is spotless. You hand it to him and shift positions, so your back is towards him. He scoots closer, his legs now dangling off the bed. 

When he brushes your hair away, your body tenses up. You see the gold chain from above before it settles on your collarbone. Jungkook leans in, getting a better view of the clasp but struggles to attach it. Seconds tick by like hours, but you don’t mind how long he takes. His hot breath on the nape of your neck is distracting you anyway.

“Almost got it…” he mumbles. And thank goodness too because you didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time. Once he’s finished, he leans back but you turn your head to the side and almost end up kissing him.

“Oh sorry, I—” You move away, but he places his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place. 

“Stay.”

Stay still? Stay with him? Whatever he meant, it sounded like a command, a challenge, a test. You’re entranced by how close he is, your nose about to touch his, and his lips—fuck. They’re drawing near, but he stops a centimeter away and smirks like a damn tease. You swear you’re on fire, the heat radiating off his body further exacerbating things. 

His eyes droop down, but it’s not to your lips. Rather, he takes his free hand and holds the double moon charms between his forefinger and thumb, sliding it until it’s positioned in the center. 

“There,” he says, still far too close. There’s a deep yearning in his eyes, a passion he longs to share with you, but he’s holding himself back. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You pout. “What, suddenly you’re okay with me around?”

“Seeing you drives me mad, but not seeing you makes me insane,” An aw almost slips out of you, but you nod instead. “I’m trying so hard to hate you…” he whispers.

You match his volume. “Why?”

“Because it’s easier than admitting the opposite.” He finally releases his hold and leans back, allowing you to regain a semblance of sanity. “So where are we exactly?”

You fiddle with your necklace and try not to dwell on his words. “I used a teleportation spell and it took us here.”

“Randomly?”

“No. I didn’t know what to do, so I cast a spell to take me to Professor Jin. He’s here with Namjoon. They’re on vacation.” 

All of a sudden Jungkook groans and he’s clutching his abdomen. “Ah fuck...”

You jump out of your seat to examine him closer. “What’s going on?”

Sweat forms on his upper lip, his body temperature rising steadily as if someone turned on the heater to its max. It’s an all too familiar feeling. He laughs at the horrid timing, but it exacerbates his pain.

“I’m going to need you to learn a new spell,” he says, panting so much you fear he’d pass out.

“Why?”

“Because I’m about to go into a rut,” he answers, glaring at you like you’ve made a grave mistake, “and I don’t have boxing to distract me anymore.”

“Do you want me to help—” 

“No,” You can’t help but feel offended, and undesired, but he adds, “I don’t want to take advantage of you. It’s not right.”

“Okay…” You rub your arm and like the keen observer he was, he tacks on another thing and you’re not sure if he’s trying to make you feel better or himself. 

“I don’t give consent because it’s out of my control. Our time together shouldn’t be influenced or pressured because of other circumstances.”

You almost laugh at the hilarity of that statement. “Isn’t that the whole basis of our relationship? Everything always comes with a condition. This is exactly why I left…”

Jungkook’s pained expression morphs into something worse—dismay. You go for damage control, wishing you could take those words back and shove them far into the depths of your mind where they couldn’t hurt anyone. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, full of regret, “I shouldn’t have said that. If you say no, I understand. It’s a no.”

“It’s fine. Not like you’re wrong. Can you go get Jin please?”

Jungkook’s Point Of View

I want to tear these bandages off. And then my skin. It’s too damn hot and the timer on my sanity is dwindling. The snow outside looks inviting and is the only blanket I want covering me. 

A knock on the door garners my attention and [Y/N] rushes in, carrying something silver between her fingers.

“Sorry for the wait, I got it!” Fuck, she smells incredible. There’s nothing on Earth that can compare to her delicate, sweet aroma. It’s my Kryptonite, my guilty pleasure. Once she draws near, I pin her to the bed, ignoring the soreness of the muscles I was supposed to be recuperating. “Jungkook?”

I snuggle into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like some deranged pervert as I squeeze her hip. The closest description is like a honey-sweet fruit, ripe for picking. But fruit bruises easily when they fall into the wrong hands. And now she’s in mine.

She whimpers softly, and it only further fuels my arousal. “It shouldn’t be this easy yet your hold over me is… pathetic.”

I hover over her face and bring a hand up to squeeze her cheeks, forcing her lips to pucker. Cute. 

“Do you know what filthy things I want to do to you? I’ve been fantasizing for years about this moment,” I say, unable to contain my smirk. Her chest heaves against mine and the panic that flashes across her face is adorable. I loosen my grip a bit so she can reply. 

“Tell me then,” she breathes and I chuckle at how wobbly her voice sounds. 

“I wanna fuck you like I hate you. It’s not going to be that tender bullshit, I’m going to be rough. I’m going to use you and all your holes until you’re screaming and I’m the only one that occupies your thoughts, so you can see the hell you put me through when you left. I’m going to bring you to heaven only to drag you back down to Earth and make you sin harder.”

I can smell much more than fear coming from her silence. Her fingers are clutching what I can now see is a silver body chain. She’s fast, but I’m faster as I pin her wrist down before she can put it on me. Her hand is hanging over the edge of the bed and I grip her wrist, upping the pressure and twisting slightly until she groans in pain, dropping the chain. It falls with a soft clink and I give her an amused grin.

“Was that mediocre thing supposed to quell my urges?” I taunt.

“Ideally, yes,” she remarks, unable to hide her bratty attitude. “Let me put it on you.”

“No.”

She gives me a look like I’m a bad child about to be put on time-out. Maybe I want to be bad. “Jungkook.”

“Come on… you said it yourself. You want to help,” I use my thigh to part her legs. “I’m in desperate need of it.”

She scoots her body upwards to get away, but like a parasite, I latch on and follow, pressing my entire body weight on her. “Jungkook, no. You said no. This isn’t you.”

“Oh, but what if it is?” She stops squirming and my eyes widen like I’ve gone insane, glad to have her attention. “What if this dark, twisted, horny part of me is who I am? What if I want to ravage you and my rut is simply pushing me to finally not hold back on loving you?”

“You… love me?”

Somehow that question pulls me from the depths of lust for a split second. “I never stopped.”

There’s a silent period where we stare at each other. Sometimes I think we’d hold the world record for how long one can zone out, lost in a world of our own. But my needs resurface, clouding my mind with crazed lust. I’m corrupted by something I can’t control and no matter how hard I resist, she’ll be in the crossfire.

She must have noticed her small window of opportunity because she pushed me off with her inhumane strength. I bounce on the mattress when I land on my back as she scrambles to grab the chain off the floor. She makes a break for the door, but I block it, tackling her to the ground so I can feel her soft body against mine again. 

We tussle and roll around like animals, the chain flying across the floor during the scuffle. It’s a wild game of Capture The Flag, each of us diving for the coveted item. She’s on her stomach, crawling towards it until I take her ankles and drag her backward, cackling like a madman. And like in horror movies, she screams and squirms, kicking me until I let go. 

She drags her body forward, snatches the chain, flips around, and clamps her thighs around my head. Her strong muscles could probably break a watermelon, but I welcome the constriction.

“Ooh, yes, make it hurt,” I choke out, wheezing out a short laugh. Revulsion in her scowl, she cages me in tighter, and I pull back so she slides towards me. Using my remaining strength, I lift her so she’s now perched atop my shoulders, her sweet pussy right where I want it. I dart my tongue out to lick a stripe, the barrier of her leggings so thin that she yelps from the contact.

I’m on my knees and I move forward, pressing her back against the wall. It supports her weight and I pin her hands down, so she can’t sneak the chain on me. She’s shouting at me, but I only hum in return, so she can feel the vibrations of my lips close to her lower ones. 

“Jungkook, let me go!”

“I can already taste you… such arrogance to think you can handle me.”

I look up through her thighs, earning a sharp inhale from her. “Trust me… I’ve been holding back.”

She chants foreign words under her breath and my ears soon discover a sharp ringing noise, making my brain feel like it’s being shredded by a cheese grater. I hold my head with both hands, toppling over and releasing her as we both fall to the floor. When the cacophony subsides, I see she’s standing above me with the lamp. She’s ruthless as she smashes it against my head, the glass shards scattering everywhere. 

I lay on my stomach, dazed, and she put the chain on me hastily. It glows as it erases all forms of rage and lust, and my mind clears while my soul aligns. That’s when the painful sensations of my injuries I had ignored earlier hit me in full force. 

With impeccable timing, the door to our room swings open, and in comes Jin and Namjoon. Jin has his arms up in a fighting pose, his hands encasing two pink orbs prepared for attack. Namjoon has his crossbow gun pointed at me until [Y/N] waves him off with a dismissive gesture.

“You’re a bit late. Put it down.”

The orbs flicker out and Namjoon lowers his weapon, being the first to speak. “What happened?”

“Things got… rough. I put the chain on him. He’s fine now.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter. “Can someone please get the first aid kit? I’m bleeding again…”

Your Point of View

Jin’s making it a point to be hospitable. He dragged you around the lodge, indulging you in all the amenities the lodge offers. From paying for your food and drinks to complimentary snowboarding, it was almost like he was overcompensating. 

While he was gracefully swerving down the hill, you spent most of your time falling face-first into the snow, frustrated at the bulky clothes you had on. You called it quits and he finally yielded to your pleas.

Back at the lodge, you shed yourself of your multiple layers, feeling like an onion. At least now you can caramelize by the fireplace in the lobby while sipping on a piping-hot cup of cocoa. 

Jin makes his presence known, plopping himself onto the same futon where you sat with a refreshed “Ah, hot cocoa. Delicious!”

You roll your eyes when he holds his mug out, but you clink your cup against his anyway. “I hope you and Namjoon had your fun in the shower. That’s a nasty hickey.”

He coughs, adjusting his turtleneck to cover up said blemish. “Sorry. I didn’t know you would need me.”

“It’s fine,” you say, glancing around for any unwanted spectators. You whisper the next part. “I grabbed your spellbook and did it myself.”

He bears a proud smile, looking like he is about to deliver well-deserved praises when suddenly, his expression falls. Setting down his beverage, he seemed rather pale despite being near the fireplace. He looks up at the night sky and you follow his gaze. “Oh shit…”

You set down your drink too, paying no mind as it sloshes enough to spill over. “Jin… what’s wrong?”

“It’s a full moon…”

“Yeah. And?”

He shoots up like a rocket and sprints upstairs to his room. You follow at once, off-put by his erratic behavior. He’s found his spellbook on the bed where you left it, flipping through the pages so quickly, you thought they’d rip. Once he settles on the desired section, he shoves the book in your face. 

“Is this the spell you used?!”

You eye the page in its fancy script, seeing the same picture of a wolf howling under the moon. “Yes. It says Binding Chain at the top and I read it. It suppresses a male’s rut.”

“Did you see the fine print?”

“There’s a fine print?” you echo. Skimming the page, you squint at the very bottom to see an anecdote at the bottom marked with an asterisk. You read it out loud. “On the night of a full moon, the binding chain’s powers are reversed. Rather than suppressing a rut, the male’s urges will be amplified…”

The book shuts and you’re greeted by Jin’s stern look. It’s the same one he gave you that time you set his hair on fire by accident. “The closer it gets to midnight, the more unhinged Jungkook will be. This is why you should’ve asked me for help.”

“How was I supposed to know? He was in pain and you were bumping uglies with Namjoon!”

“Spells like this are tricky, especially for novices. We don’t even know if you did it right.”

“Gee, thanks for the bode of confidence.”

A concerned voice from the doorway calls out to you and Jin. “Whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?”

You both turn to see Namjoon in his winter gear, covered in snow like he was a dessert dusted with powdered sugar. Jin walks over and brushes some off his furry hat. “[Y/N] used the wrong spell for Jungkook. His rut is about to come back tenfold and it won’t be pretty.”

“It’s not my fault,” you argue. “If you and he weren’t fucking each other, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Okay… this is horrible timing,” Namjoon says with a forced awkward laugh. Jin holds him by the shoulders.

“Honey… where’s Jungkook?”

“I… lost something important when we got here. Jungkook and I went out to look for it. I gave up, but he’s stubborn and is still out there.”

You look out the window and see the snowfall getting heavier, each flake larger and more frequent as it piles on the thick blanket that already covers the ground. Visibility was diminishing and you could barely see the outline of the moon in the sky. 

“I’m going to get him,” you say, determined. They look at you like you have three heads. “I’m the only one who can handle him on a night like this.”

“It’s dangerous. The snow is getting worse out there,” Namjoon warns.

“Yeah, and whose fault is it that he’s still out there? He may be immortal, but he has limits too.”

Namjoon recognizes your stubbornness; you share that with Jungkook. He pulls out his phone, hastily texts something, and sends it, which triggers a chime on your phone. 

“There’s a cabin out there that I use on my missions sometimes. You’ll find a cage in the basement that can hold Jungkook for the night. Food, water, clothes, sedatives, weapons—you name it.”

He offers you his crossbow gun, but you decline. “I can get through to him.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But… It doesn’t feel right to hurt him. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Stay safe. We’ll come find you in the morning.”

Winter is the superior season, some would say. Because with the cold, you can layer clothes nonstop until you’re warm. Newsflash: that’s a lie. You’re freezing your ass off despite your best efforts to combat the frost, but Mother Nature couldn’t resist challenging your limits.  

The weather has taken a turn for the worse as snow swirls around you, making it difficult to see or hear anything. You trudge through it, the flame in your palm being the only source of light and heat as harsh gusts of wind threaten to extinguish it. 

Your magic was technically infinite, considering your necklace was a conductor for it. The jewelry siphons the magic from your hybrid body and allows you to use it like a witch would. However, like with most things, if you overdo it, it drains your energy and weakens its potency. 

When you reach the forest, the wind howls through the trees as your breath comes out in heavy puffs. Each step you take sinks deeper than the previous one until you’re knee-deep in snow. The ground is uneven and your steps slow because even the slightest misstep could be your last. With no one around for miles, this was not the way you wanted to go out. 

You don’t know how much time has passed, but the flame flickers until darkness remains. 

“No… no… please…” You wrap your arms around yourself, the biting cold unforgiving. A rustle in the distance alerts your fight-or-flight and you scan your surroundings, seeing a dark silhouette who you can only assume is… “Jungkook?”

Whoever it was burst into a sudden sprint in the opposite direction. Your body has a mind of its own, chasing him down without hesitation. You reach a clearing where his broad back faces you, the moon casting a soft glow behind his figure. He turns around, revealing his ruby red eyes with streaks of gold, which sparkle like luster dust in water. 

His face is unreadable until you risk a step forward. 

“Don’t come closer!” he barks, startling you to retract back. The hurt in your eyes breaks him, but he couldn’t bear to be a burden for you to shoulder. “I feel like I’m going crazy. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s the full moon. The body chain is making things worse. I can—”

“No!” He bares his teeth and bends his knees as if preparing to pounce. “You need to leave. Now!”

Falling onto all fours, he lets out a strangled groan, cursing like there was no tomorrow. His bones snap, pop out of place, and lengthen to create a new foundation for his werewolf form. It was like all his organs were set ablaze, the searing pain shooting throughout his body. You deny his request and take another step. 

“Stay… away!” he orders, his voice roughed and strained.

His head hangs low, clawing the snow beneath him. Though shapeshifting was a great distraction, doing so during a rut could have unpredictable circumstances. It was far too dangerous; he knew better but was desperate for relief. 

“Run…” he breathes, lifting his head. Your legs tremble from his unwavering, lethal gaze. “Run!!!” His canines peek through when he growls at you once more and you are hit with the severity of the situation. Fear strikes through you like a javelin and combined with your rush of adrenaline, you escape the premises. 

Everything is a blur as you zig-zag through the snow-capped trees in the forest. You don’t stop running until your lungs burn to the point where you’re about to vomit. Despite how numb your fingers are, you check your phone, looking up the location of the cabin. It’s not too far away and if you can manage to lure Jungkook there, he’ll be safe for the night.

An eerie howl startles you and you trek forward, looking over your shoulder every so often. It’s not until you come across a line of forestry, where there’s a gap in the middle of two trees. Upon closer inspection, you squint at the darkness that sits between them, and two glowy orbs greet you. 

A low snarl sends chills up your spine as two black paws emerge into the moonlight before their true form follows. You’re face to face with the big black wolf, its eyes glowing with feral intensity. The body chain’s magic allowed for the accessory to enlarge, accommodating Jungkook’s new size. 

“Jungkook…”

He doesn’t respond, almost like that name was foreign to him. All he does is crouch, and you start to regret not having a weapon. With a growl, he lunges at you, powerful muscles rippling under his fur. You barely dodge in time, but his claws graze your arm, ripping through my coat and drawing blood. 

Damn. I’m getting sloppy. I need blood.

You clutch onto the wound, hissing at him as your eyes shift to fiery gold. “Stop! Jungkook, it’s me!”

He circles you like a shark, instilling more fear before he pounces again. His heavy weight forces your body to topple backward, the snow cushioning your fall, and soon stained a vivid crimson. Jungkook had bitten your shoulder this time, his fangs sinking deep. 

Not even your blood-curdling scream dissuades him from prying his jaw off. You feel the prick of tears behind your eye, but you push through it, using your remaining good arm to punch him. The wolf is hurled about twenty feet away and you force yourself up.

“Okay… it’s clear you’re more beast than man right now…” you say, panting as more blood trickles onto the snow. The wolf shakes its head and slowly rises, its predatory gaze stripping you of your fortitude. 

Just then a deep rumble beneath your feet alerts you to look up, where the heart of the mountain was. The signs are there: the snowpack drifting, ominous cracks in the ground, and a thunderous roar as snow cascades down the landform.

“Shit…” you say, running in the opposite direction. “Come on! Chase me!”

Thankfully you don’t have to ask twice. Jungkook’s hot on your trail as the snow is on his. The ground continues to shake, the avalanche's roar deafening, drowning out all other sounds. Both your lives are at stake and you run to the cabin up ahead, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

As you reach the door, you swipe the keycard Namjoon lent you, the faint click giving you a moment of reprieve. You throw the door open at the same time Jungkook tackles you from behind. You stumble forward, his weight crushing you as he slashes your back with his sharp claws. 

Now you’re pissed.

You flip onto your back, clutching his paws while his jaw snaps towards your face, spit flying everywhere. 

“God, Jungkook! Get a grip!” You grunt as you exert your muscles, throwing him into the living room area. A wooden table is smashed into bits and the TV screen has a crack down the middle, but you don’t care. You kick the door shut just as the avalanche slams into the ground outside, its force shaking the cabin walls. 

The noise is overwhelming, but it distracts the beast long enough for you to search for the basement. The cabin’s small space makes it easy as one narrow door sits in the corner, so you try your luck. There’s a set of steep, wooden stairs and you descend quickly, seeing dim recess ceiling lights that cast a soft yellow glow. 

Unlike the cabin, the basement was underground and wide, with ample space for the cage Namjoon had promised. It’s in the furthest left corner with thick chains attached to the floor and ceiling. A workbench greets you once you reach the last step, filled with various weapons and tranquilizers you were all too familiar with.

Due to his hybrid nature, your best bet is to grab the syringe with vervain and wolfsbane. Reassurance is but a fleeting moment when Jungkook descends the stairs too, determined to finish you off. 

He bites your leg this time, and you jam the syringe into his neck simultaneously. Once the wolf loses consciousness, you stumble backward and hit your head on the edge of the workbench, drifting into darkness.

Jungkook’s Point of View

Something wet touches my fingers and it stirs me awake. My muscles are screaming, feeling like I have been hit by a semi-truck. I open my eyes, forcing myself to sit up and look at my hands. 

“Oh my god…”

Red is all I see. I’m covered in it. My lips taste it. But I don’t remember how it got there and that scares me. However, I look over to see [Y/N]’s unconscious body next to me. The blood is hers, pooling from her head and her body looks like a corpse from a crime scene. I’m terrified now, crawling over to her while my body shakes. 

“No… please.” 

I saw the gruesome claw marks on her arm, the nasty bites on her shoulder and leg, and her head wound that was still bleeding. I lift her head first, then her back, seeing the scratches there too. I don’t know what to do other than hold her close, listening for signs of life. It’s faint, but she’s breathing. 

“Who did this to you?” I breathe, but the question is stupid. I’m covered in evidence of my crimes, a sin with no solution. Her face looks sickly, so I bite my wrist and put it against her lips, forcing her to drink my blood for sustenance. 

I choke out a sob when I don’t see a difference.

“I’m so sorry…” I kiss the top of her head, praying to anyone who hears it, to bring her back to me. 

“Jungkook…”

I thought I was hearing things until she calls for me again. It’s a fucking miracle. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh… haven’t you heard of kissing a person’s boos-boos?” Her lips curl into a faint smile and I’m thrown for a loop. How can she speak so lightly about the horrors I’ve committed?

“You must have a concussion. I need to patch you up.”

“No. Kiss my wounds, silly. Just like you did to my head.”

I was too distraught to realize, but the blood on the rug we were on had vanished. Her hair no longer smells of iron either and realization dawns on me.

“Okay. Let me help you get out of your clothes first.”

It’s not a smooth process, but she handles it like a champ as I maneuver her coat, shirt, and tank top off. I pause every so often when she winces, making sure she’s comfortable before I move on. Her boots come off next and then her leggings, leaving her only in her undergarments. 

Lying her flat on her back, I get on top and kiss her shoulder area first. It’s a magical sight watching the wound seal itself as new skin regenerates while the blood evaporates. She coos at the relief, giving me a warm smile. 

“That feels nice.”

I head for her arm next, giving it several smooches to cover the claw marks. Each one repairs itself the same way. I lean back on my knees, holding her leg up until it reaches my lips and I leave another kiss there. Her eyes shimmer in excitement as do mine when the bite heals. 

“Can you turn around for me?” I ask. She gets on all fours, exposing her back to me. It was the nastiest injury yet, the laceration deep and red. I don’t care and kiss every inch of her skin until it goes away, noticing how she shivers each time. 

Once she’s fully healed, I see a cage in the corner and eye the chains inside. I get up and head there, frantically trying to get the cuffs on. She follows me and I curse at my shaky hands for being too slow. 

“What are you doing now?” she asks as if it’s not obvious.

“Damn it all, why can’t I get this on?!” She places her hands on mine, steadying them until they stop trembling. “[Y/N], please. I need to be chained up. It’s dangerous for you to be here, I almost killed you!”

“But you didn’t. I’m fine. I knew the risks.”

“Why didn’t you beat me senseless? I deserved it.”

She shakes her head, still able to give me a soft smile as if I didn’t try to maul her to death however long ago. “Because your rut… it’s not easy to deal with. And I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. Besides, I messed up on the spell.”

She points to the body chain on me. “On a full moon, it amplifies your rut. Not suppress it.”

I drop the cuffs and grab the body chain instead, ready to yank it off when she snatches my wrists. 

“Don’t,” she orders. “I want it on.”

My eyes widen. “This thing almost got you killed.”

“It’s hot on you.”

“Are you okay? Is your head fully healed? Why are you—”

She pecks me on the lips to shut me up. It’s cute, sweet, and simple. Sometimes I wish we were simple. 

“Jungkook… ever since I saw you at the wedding, I haven’t been able to heal properly,” she confesses. 

My hands drop to my sides. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t sure. But whenever I got a cut, it healed but not as fast as it usually did. And I thought about when I got hurt at the wedding, how you kissed my hand, and how fast it healed then. This has never happened to me before, but I realized… I can’t be without you.”

She caresses the side of my face and I shiver at her gentle touch, placing a chaste kiss on her palm. “No… you were right to leave. I’m dangerous.”

A finger comes up to my lips. “Shh… our fates are entwined whether you like it or not, you stupid bastard,” I can’t help but chuckle and she giggles. It lights up my world. “When you said you never stopped loving me back at the lodge… were you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Her expression is teetering between fondness and confusion. “Sorry, that’s not romantic, huh?”

“It is to me. I love you too.”

Her confession triggers something in me. It's a carnal, animalistic need and I realize my rut is surging back with renewed intensity. 

“My love, I need you to make a choice,” I say with labored breathing. Sweat coats my hair, matting it to my forehead. My body feels like I’m being incinerated inside out. “I want you permanently. Not temporarily. Body and soul. Your devotion. If you stay…”

“I’ll stay. I promise,” she says without a trace of hesitation. But I can’t help but be reminded of the past.

“How do I know you won’t leave again?”

She ponders her answer but then says, “Because when I’m not focused on my future, I’m focused on ours.” 

It brings me immense joy, but my lust drowns it out. 

“Okay. We’re going to need a safe word. Or you need to promise you’ll defend yourself against me by any means if it becomes too much.”

“Jungkook—”

“I mean it. Because everything I said at the lodge was true. Everything.”

She wets her lips at the memory, which tempts me with depravity. “Are you okay if I’m still infertile?”

“I never minded it. Because I’m going to fuck you like I’m gonna breed you anyway.” 

She nods. “... Red.”

“Red,” I repeat and then I’m all over her.

Your Point of View

Jungkook lunges at you, his movements a blur of desperate need. You’re pressed against the iron bars of the cage as he kisses you like he’ll devour you whole. His hands roam your body to tear off your bra and panties, and you gasp, but he swallows it by kissing you deeper.

His hands are greedy, kneading your breasts in circular motions. He twists one of your nipples with his forefinger and thumb, the sensation borderlining pain and pleasure, but you succumb to it. Especially when he stops kissing you to lower himself, sucking on your other nipple. He doesn’t hold back and tugs on it between his teeth, earning a mewl from you. 

When he pulls back, he releases it with an audible pop before giving the other one the same treatment. Your hands run through his hair, gripping hard enough to make him moan with hunger. He pushes your breasts together, so he’s able to suck both nipples simultaneously. The sight enraptures you, and you swear he’s the most attractive man alive. 

“I can’t wait, I need you now. I need you many… many times tonight,” he says after he’s left several purple constellations in his wake. You’re turned around, holding onto the bars for support as his bicep slithers around your neck. His lips find purchase on the shell of your ear. “God, I want to destroy you.”

He slips his thick cock in between your thighs, feeling the copious amount of slickness between your folds. He thrusts back and forth and you rock your hips in tandem, appreciating his restraint. Each time his tip brushes against your clit, you moan to the ceiling while he groans against your neck. 

You’re sensitive, on the brink of an orgasm, but Jungkook comes first. White spurts of cum spill out from his tip, and he shudders when you use your hand to coax out more. 

“Fuck, I can’t hold on anymore. I’d do more to prep you, but I can’t wait. I’m sorry.” 

Despite coming already, Jungkook was still fully erect. You swore he might’ve even gained an inch. He was deliciously massive, blessed in both girth and length. 

“It’s okay. I can take it,” you assure. 

“If it’s too much?”

“I say red.”

Jungkook holds onto your hips and pulls you back, your body now parallel to the floor at a ninety-degree angle. You arch your back and stick your ass out for him, even going far as to shake your peach to tantalize him. Without needing to guide it, he slams his dick into you with such violence that it leaves you winded. 

He wastes no time thrusting, his pace desperate, rushed, and greedy to satisfy an insatiable hunger. You’re holding onto the bars for dear life as he fucks you like it’s his last day on Earth. There’s a burn that comes with not having time to adjust to his inhumane size, but you endure. Lust covers a world of hurt and the stretch ignites a fervor. 

The basement is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin and unabashed moaning. Jungkook grips your hips so tight, they bruise. He smacks your ass multiple times, each sting resulting in a tighter clench from your soaking pussy, which drives him wild.  You love how he stretches you out, how he’s using you like a dumb fucktoy for his cravings. You want to please him because it pleases you. 

Without warning, he pistons into you faster, and you can barely see straight. His last thrust is sharp and calculated, a rough grunt escaping him as he empties himself into you. Your legs are trembling when he pulls out, admiring how his cum oozes out of you. 

Sliding down to the ground, you rest your back against the cage and close your eyes to catch a break. However, Jungkook smacks your cheeks a couple of times to get your attention. He’s erect again, no surprise. You swear with each orgasm, he’s getting bigger. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He places a hand on your head, guiding your lips to his throbbing cock. It’s coated in shared body fluids, but you open your mouth like an automated response until he slides himself in. You gag when he hits the back of your throat and he pulls out, but not all the way. You have to mentally prepare yourself for what comes next as he grabs ahold of both sides of your head, fucking your face as he pleases. 

You’re choking and saliva dribbles down to your breasts, your eyes sting with tears, but he keeps going and you take the abuse. He doesn’t hold your head lovingly. Rather, his hand cages you in, guiding you however he sees fit. Your jaw is sore, but that’s a small price to pay when you have the most gorgeous man throwing his head back in bliss because of you. 

Once his hips stutter and he comes again, you swallow the slightly bitter fluid and he releases you.

“Get up.”

You’re a bit dizzy, so he helps you to your feet. You see him squat and bring your legs atop his shoulders. In one swift motion, he stands with you perched atop and you squeal, holding his head in fear of falling. 

“Jungkook!”

“Hold onto the cage.”

You don’t question him and do just that, thinking about how this was the same way you took down your opponent back at the farm. However, the only danger here was Jungkook having you right where he wanted you.

He sticks his tongue out and begins lapping up your juices from earlier. You’re unable to process being suspended in the air while getting eaten out at the same time. It’s thrilling, and you almost sob when he invades your walls and tongue-fucks you. The slurping noises that leave him are obscene. It’s as if you were his last meal, which only coaxes out more arousal. It’s too much when your orgasm nears, but he grabs your ass tighter and everything snaps.

You’re screaming his name, rolling your eyes in the back of your head. Your ears ring, your toes curl, and you shut your eyes to ride the waves of bliss. You don’t even realize when you’re back on the ground because it feels like you’re not even on the same planet anymore. 

And suddenly you’re in the air again. Jungkook grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts you, your legs perched around his waist and your hands around his neck. He uses one hand to guide his tip to your entrance, and your breath hitches. 

“We’re not done yet.”

“I never want you to be. Use me.”

He sinks you onto his cock, bouncing you like a rag doll. You hold each other close, staring intensely into each other’s eyes. Everything burns inside Jungkook’s body. His thighs, his arms, his heart—but that pain fuels him to fuck you harder. You kiss him first this time, inserting your tongue and sliding it against his. It’s sloppy but erotic, and he only ups his speed. 

He doesn’t last long and comes again, but you wait until he decides to put you down. You’re on your back now and he places a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“God, I wanna fill you up again. Breed you until you’re exhausted.”

He has hold of your ankles, bringing them up high until your knees hug your chest as he inserts himself again. You can see his fat cock going in and out of you, his cock creamy and white from your slick. Your tummy bulges with each thrust, but the nightmarish visual is, somehow, incredibly sexy. He makes you feel full, yet you can’t seem to get enough. 

“Fuck, how are you still going?” you whimper. He chuckles like he’s flattered, lowering your legs so he can lay flat on top, chest to chest. You’re both sweaty and reek of sex, but it feels right. 

“Because you’re my soulmate. I’m going to ravish you.” 

Hours pass. He’s more beast than man at this point, almost unrecognizable. This wasn’t making love. He was determined to fuck your brains out. 

Every position imaginable, no part of your body went unexplored. If you were a country, he was a sergeant invading every part of you. You’re bruised and full of bloody scratches, but so was he. 

Whenever you were nearing the possibility of passing out, he found a way to give you a break. Whether by humping your thighs again or using your hands, he didn’t care. You’re soaked in his cum, a sticky, filthy mess that he deemed beautiful. He took pride in his work like you were his canvas for a Jackson Pollock painting. 

His boundless energy inspired him to get creative, making use of the cage’s chains. He had you dangle from the ceiling as he fucked you from the front. From the back. In your ass. 

If he thought you were tight before, your ass was a whole other story. You’d never taken something so big. It took a while for you to relax and though lube was ideal, the copious amounts of cum he filled you with earlier worked fine. More than fine. Something about him shoving his two fingers in you to draw out his cum to finger your asshole felt lecherous. You swore you were going to tear in half, but when his tip brushed sweet spots you didn’t know existed, you came harder than the previous times.  

Now you are on all fours, his hand in your hair, locking you in the humiliating position. He penetrates deep inside, loving the way your ass jiggles every time your bodies meet. You’ve been reduced to a moaning mess, unable to think about anything but his cock. 

You’re saying “Yes, yes, yes!” but the words are slurred, reduced to pure nonsense, thanks to his brutal movements. His thrusts are merciless, repeatedly hitting you in that sweet spot with no signs of slowing down unless he changes positions. 

“Fuck, this is it,” he grunts. He carefully pulls out, lies on his side, and brings you close so you’re on your side too. Lifting your leg, he slides into you again and resumes penetration. This time when he comes, you can see your belly expand from how much he fills you up. His monstrous cock swells and you whine from the discomfort, feeling like you’re about to pop. 

“It hurts,” you cry. Jungkook cuddles you as his knot takes form, ensuring no cum spills out. 

“I know, love. It’ll be okay.” He litters your neck with kisses to distract you from the pain until you’re used to his new size. You’ve never felt so full and can’t believe you’re stuck like this for who knows how long. It’s a phony moment of reprieve, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once the pain subsides, you lay there as he hugs you, feeling his chest on your back. He holds your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours. You take this chance to look at his tattoos, noticing one stand out in particular. 

“What’s this?” you ask.

You’re pointing to a tattoo of a lake with mountains that have a full moon situated between them on his forearm.

“Oh, that? It’s where I first fell for Namjoon when he sparred with me.” His playful lilt makes you pout.

“Hey…” 

Jungkook kisses your shoulder and grins. “That’s where I first fell for you, silly. And where I fell for you again the night of the wedding. I contemplated getting rid of it, but… I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“Aw…” A question pops into your mind that you’ve been dying to ask. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why did you have vervain on you that day? Why carry the burden of knowing?”

He hums like he was expecting that question. “Because I know you too well and maybe… I wanted to keep that pain because it was my last link to you. I couldn’t give that up.” He turns your face so you’ll look up at him. “I love you, [Y/N].”

Saying those three words back again didn’t feel like enough. He was your one and you wanted to spend eternity with him.

“Mark me. Make me yours for good.”

His doe eyes form an OJO face, which earns a laugh from you. Despite all that’s happened, this manages to surprise him. 

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, and you allow him to mark you as his. 

The next morning you and Jungkook are cleaned up, cuddling by the fireplace in the living room area. 

“Why is there a saxophone over there?” you ask, pointing to the random instrument near the door.

“You know what… I’m not sure.” Jungkook gets up, walks over to it, and picks it up. The face he makes while examining it is endearing, but you’re curious when he reaches his hand in the bell of the instrument. “I feel something.”

He pulls out something small, but you recognize the diamond instantly. “Is that a wedding ring?”

His face morphs into panic. “It’s not for you,” he blurts. You giggle and approach him, swiping the ring. 

“I know that, silly. You wouldn’t propose to me here.”

He visibly relaxes, rubbing the back of his nape, cheeks flushed. “It’s Namjoon’s.”

“Oh! Is this what he asked you to help him find? Is he going to propose to Jin? How sweet!”

A strange hissing noise distracts you two, and you turn your attention to the window. The snow from the avalanche is melting rapidly and soon, the door opens, revealing the couple you were just talking about.

“We’re here!” Jin shouts with his arms out in a ta-da position. 

“Again… you’re a little late,” you tease. Namjoon strides in, taking a look at the damage you two inflicted in the small space. 

“Geez… what did you two do?”

“What didn’t we do?” Jungkook says, giving you a wink. You can only laugh as you playfully hit his shoulder. 

The clothes the cabin had were a size too big on you, so they drooped on your small frame. Namjoon and Jin are quick to notice the bite mark on your exposed shoulder and how it solidified into something akin to a tattoo.

“Oh… Oh,” Jin says, realization hitting him as his ears turn red. “Congratulations!”

“Well, we should congratulate you too,” Jungkook says, giving Namjoon a pointed look. The man is confused at first, but then nods once he feels you slip the metal item into his palm. He’s ecstatic and immediately grabs the saxophone. You and Jungkook grin while his rather awkward proposal plays out, with Jin mostly unaffected and choosing to criticize his partner’s clothing choices instead.

“Hey! I practiced hard for you and you only talk about my clothes?!” Namjoon says, but the smile he wears lets you know he’s not hurt. Jin laughs and hugs him.

“I’m touched!”

Namjoon finally gets down on one knee and pops the question. “Will you marry me then?”

Now Jin’s entire face is flushed. “Oh my god… of course, my gentle giant.”

Jungkook and you give each other a knowing look, wondering when your turn will come next. He holds your hand and you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“That’ll be us someday,” he says.

“I know. But I’m not in a rush. I’m already yours.”

General A/N: Hello!!! Thank you for reading until the end. I appreciate reblogs and asks if you wanna share your thoughts. 💘

Moonstruck Readers A/N: So for those who are curious, I was going to include NamJin’s wedding where Taehyung shows up and he sees OC and JK together. And that could lead to a whole other spiral of feelings. ;) But I’m not promising to write it. This is their happy ending and OC and JK do get married eventually. 

Or if you’re like my friend who keeps saying TaeKook should both be with OC, well, that’s in another universe I guess. LOL!

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 2564

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A/N: Sorry that this one feels like a bit of a filler - but I’m seriously hoping to get some spicy content out in the next chapter so pls pls stay tuned! Also this is only proof read by myself so pls let me know of any errors!

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 4

We spent a few hours researching and looking into the First Blades whereabouts after dinner, Dean and I only making work-related conversations after the pie ordeal. Every now and then when I looked up from the book I was reading I’d catch him looking in my direction, but I was far too tired for any more confrontation - I knew he'd act like an ass if I said anything. I decided to head to bed at around midnight, unable to read more than a few words and actually process said words in my brain. As Sam was still asleep, Dean showed me to my room which was tragically opposite his, and I could only imagine the noises that I’d be hearing coming through that door. Getting ready for bed, I dug out an old boyfriends T-shirt that I was still in possession of and threw it on, making sure to remove all other items of clothing except my panties. I climbed into bed - which was surprisingly more comfortable than I’d anticipated, though the sheets smelt a little musty - and set an alarm on my phone so I could hopefully rise before the boys in the morning. The moment my head hit the pillow, sleep whisked me away, not giving me a chance to think about the wild day I’d had and the total jackass that I’d met.

*

My alarm rang at 5am and I crawled out of bed, dressing in yesterday’s jeans with a clean, low-cut tank top and an open flannel thrown over the top. Pulling on my boots, I ran my fingers through my hair before heading to the en suite bathroom to brush my teeth. As I turned on the tap, the pipes clanged alarmingly as a small stream of water trickled from the faucet, the harsh noise echoing around the small tiled room. “That’s not concerning at all,” I mumbled to myself, the noise finally stopping as I turned the tap off. After I’d finished brushing I headed back into the bedroom to grab my phone before leaving the room to walk wearily to the kitchen. Upon arrival, I instantly made a pot of coffee, the smell alone already helping to blow away the sleepy cobwebs in my mind. I needed food. Something good, like pancakes. So I rummaged around until I found everything I needed, starting to memorise where the brothers kept everything after spending so much time in here yesterday evening. As I whipped up the batter, I threw some bacon in a pan and placed three plates on the table, along with some mugs, the pot of coffee and a big bottle of maple syrup. As soon as I started cooking the batter, it was like I’d used a summoning spell.

“You know when I first woke up I thought that I’d dreamt you up in some sort of weirdly tame nightmare�� Dean said in a deep and raspy, fresh-from-sleep tone as he paced into the room and sat at the table, rubbing his eyes.

“Is that your way of saying that I’m your dream girl, Winchester?” I teased as I poured him a mug of coffee. He smirked, not looking up at me.

“You wish darlin’.”

“I really don’t,” I turned back to the stove and flipped the pancake, taking a sip from my own mug.

I’d made a stack of maybe twelve pancakes by the time Sam arrived, greeting me with that warm smile of his as he took a seat opposite Dean.

“Good morning (Y/n), something smells amazing.”

“Good morning Sam,” I smiled back at him before I looked over at Dean, “That’s how you greet someone in the morning Dean, not by telling them they were part of your living nightmare.” Dean shrugged, taking a long drink from his coffee.

Sam gave me an almost apologetic look on his brothers behalf, saying quietly, “as charming as ever then, Dean.” As he sat down I placed the stack of pancakes along with the bacon on the table and both men’s eyes lit up, immediately picking up their cutlery.

“Help yourselves,” I said, taking a seat between them, “just leave a couple for me at least.”

Dean was the first to pile about five onto his plate along with a good portion of the bacon. Without even looking at me he placed two pancakes on my own plate as he reached for the maple syrup. Before I could ask for the bacon, it was Sam who served some up for me before giving himself whatever was left over before handing me the syrup.

“Oh, thanks guys…” I said, a little shocked at how weirdly coordinated they were with that whole task.

“You’re welcome,” they both managed to mumble out through huge mouthfuls of food. We sat in a strangely nice silence for a few minutes, the only noise to be heard was the sounds of breakfast being totally annihilated. Dean was the first to throw his cutlery down with a very satisfied groan. He stretched, his T-shirt rising slightly to show his incredibly toned abdomen.

For fucks sake.

“THAT is what powers a man up in the morning,” he said, his fingers interlaced behind his head.

“Mmm hmm,” was all I managed to get out, finding it annoyingly difficult to look away, let alone to stop my eyes from trailing to where his leather belt hugged his hips and his old denim jeans gripped the thick muscles of his thighs. A few seconds must’ve passed when he cleared his throat and my eyes snapped up to be immediately caught in that moss-green gaze. Shit. I thought maybe for a second that he didn’t notice me looking. But then the corner of his mouth twitched up into that infuriating smirk. Luckily for me, he didn’t say anything, but I watched as he dragged his gaze over my figure, similar to how I did with him. It was Sam who spoke up next and I tore my eyes away, letting out a breath as he saved me from Deans silent interrogation.

“So I read last night about a possible case,” he started to say as he finished chewing the last bit of food on his plate before pushing it away and turning towards us.

“Go on,” Dean said, leaning forwards - finally covering his exposed stomach.

“I think it’s a haunting - some sort of item possession involving a ghost. All of the accidents that have been happening seem to occur either around or directly within an old antique store that’s connected to an old auction house. I think it’s worth a look,” Sam opened his laptop that he’d placed on the seat next to him, showing us all of the research he’d done overnight. Looking at the evidence he’d piled together, I think he was on to something. I nodded.

“Sure, I’m in. I’ll go pack a bag,” I said, standing up and clearing the plates from the table.

“Hang on a second,” Dean spoke up and I immediately knew he was talking to me.

“What?”

“What makes you think you’re coming with us for this?” His brows furrowed slightly.

“Because I never get to work out in the field - Bobby always had me on book duty and I want to see some real hunting in action,” I raised my voice a little starting to get defensive.

“If Bobby never let you do field work then neither are we. You’re staying here,” his tone was stern as he downed the last of the coffee and stood up, towering over me.

“What?!” I almost shouted.

“Dean, I don’t think it’s your place to say what she can and can’t do. I say we let her come along,” Sam intervened, his voice always full of reason and reassurance. I gave him a half smile - a small, ‘thank you for sticking up for me’.

“No way. There’s no way I’m letting Bobby’s girl put herself in danger. The old bastard would find a way to make us pay if anything were to happen to her; even from beyond the grave.”

“I don’t need you taking on his role, Dean. Bobby kept me safe my whole life, just him. I’m sure the pair of you could look out for me no problem on a little ghost trip,” I chided, coming up with a plan to get Dean to agree to me coming.

“(Y/n)s right, this shouldn’t be a hard case for us - if anything this is a small break from the real hard work,” Sam stepped towards Dean, trying to reassure him.

Dean looked from Sam to myself, and when our eyes locked I let a sly smile crawl onto my lips.

“Or maybe Dean Winchester isn’t up to the challenge?” I said, holding my hands up. He frowned, opening his mouth but I spoke again before he could get his words out. “Maybe….,” I stepped towards him, now only a few inches between us, “Dean Winchester is losing his touch, and isn’t the big strong man he used to be and really won’t be able to keep me safe…?” I flashed Dean my best doe eyes and I heard him suck in a breath as I reached forwards and tugged slightly on his T-shirt, making him look down at me with his eyes flicking between mine - dilating a little. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, looking up at him through my lashes and pressing my fingertips to his chest, feeling his heart rate increase with every beat from my touch. I liked to think that I was being very ‘persuasive’.

“I think you’re right (Y/n), I don’t think Dean is up to the task. He’s definitely been losing his touch,” Sam spoke up, catching on with my game and joining in with the verbal attack on his older brother. Deans eyes snapped up to look at Sam and the almost trance-like state he was in before was shattered.

“I have NOT lost my touch!” He snapped. Sam and I looked at each other and exploded into laughing very fake laughs, clapping and wiping away a pretend tear.

“Sure thing ‘sweetheart’,” I said, “prove it - keep me safe.”

“Oh I’ll keep you safe,” Dean took the bait and barged past us, “I’ll keep you safe from your own fucking shadow.”

*

After a few hours of packing and travelling, we arrived in a very well manicured town - even the motel was decent. Upon checking in, we got two rooms; one for me and one for the boys.

“Let’s drop our stuff off, freshen up and meet back here in ten?” Sam said, checking his watch. It was just past 11am.

“Sure, sounds good,” I replied, and Dean just nodded in approval. Their room was further down the corridor than mine, so I watched them leave before entering my room. It was the usual layout: one double bed, cheap linens, an old TV and an under-stocked minibar. At least the decor wasn't completely brown. I dumped my bags on the floor and started to unpack some essentials. I laid my clothes out on the bed - some of these outfits may come in handy later on. For now though, I’ll just stick to what I was already wearing. Lastly I grabbed a tin that was down in the bottom of my duffle - inside was a bunch of fake IDs that Bobby insisted on making me a few years ago. I smiled, remembering him always answering the phone to the Winchesters, pretending to be their FBI boss. I was always dying to know what they were hunting when he got those phone calls. I admired them a lot back then. I shook away the memory and pocketed the IDs, marching to the bathroom and splashing some water on my face before leaving, locking the door behind me.

The boys were already waiting for me.

“You boys ready?” I asked, to which they both nodded. “Where to first?” my question was aimed at Sam, but Dean replied.

“The old antique store just down here on the corner,” he grumbled as we started walking, still unimpressed that I was tagging along. I shot him a look as he practically glared at me from the other side of Sam.

“Get over yourself Dean. I’m along for the ride so deal with it,” I snapped at him, hoping he un-rustles his jimmies quickly. I wasn’t going to let him drag me down, not when I’m excited to actually be on a case. My first ‘out in the field’ case of all things. I wanted this to be a good memory. He scrunched his face up at my words, mouthing an angry ‘I hate you’ at me, to which I flipped him off.

“Guys just behave yourselves!” Sam stopped in his tracks right as we were outside our destination. “We are professionals so we need to act like it. We’re here to do our job,” Sam said in an authoritative voice - which undeniably sounded very attractive on him. I walked a few steps ahead of them and stopped with my hand on the front door to the store.

“Sam’s right. I’m happy to be here helping these people,” I smiled a little too sweetly before throwing a dark look at Dean, “so pull your shit together Dean, you’re making us look bad.” I heard him start to protest before I pushed the door open and walked into the shop, hearing the two brothers scurrying to catch up with me. As we walked in we were greeted by an older gentleman, with a kind face, a neatly trimmed pure white beard and round specs.

“Good morning and welcome to the store,” he said, his voice soft, “Can I help you?” He looked between the three of us. The boys reached for the fake badges, but they were lost for words when I beat them to the chase - obviously being unaware that I’d come prepared. Holding my badge up for the older gent to see, I spoke without missing a beat.

“Hi! Yes you certainly can help me - I’m agent Granger and these,” I jabbed my thumb to Sam and Dean who were standing right behind me, “are agents Crabbe and Goyle. We’ve got some questions for you regarding the strange occurrences going on around here recently.”

“Of course, it’s about time these things were investigated,” the older man turned and beckoned for us to follow, which Sam did immediately. Dean and I were left behind, staring each other down. I could tell he wasn’t happy that I had a badge, and I couldn’t help but smile at that. He scowled.

“This isn’t a fucking game.”

“You’re just mad that I got one up on you so early on,” I grinned up at him, his frown not budging.

“Just don’t do anything stupid,” he huffed.

“I’m safe from doing you then aren’t I?” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my lips.

“What?” He looked at me like I’d sprouted a second head, obviously not catching on. I chuckled a little, walking past him to catch up with Sam, leaving him standing there confused.

“Don’t think too hard about it Dean, you might hurt yourself,” I called back over my shoulder.

“Fuck y- hang on- oh you BITCH!” He shouted after me as he caught on finally. I laughed, not looking back.

“Only to you Dean.”

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Chapter 5

[frankoceanluvrr]

𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐂 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : peter parker x fem!reader. angst!

summary : Peter and [Name] are in a relationship. [Name] is trying her hardest to be a “relaxed” and “chill” girlfriend. She bottles up her feelings which result in a heated conversation.

warnings : based off of the song “Idfc” by blackbear. I do NOT own the song, nor the character spiderman. arguing, swearing, topics of cheating are included in this! also english isn’t my first language, so please correct me if need be (eg spelling and grammatical errors). this is kinda long as well

a/n : WE HIT 30 FOLLOWERSSS!!!!!! TYSM !!!! Also the gif has nothing to do with the story lol I just like it

He missed it. Maybe he’s busy? He’s always busy. He promised he’d come though, surely that means something? It was your one year anniversary of becoming a couple, and you both decided to go to the same restaurant where he first confessed to you. You sat there, like a fool, all dressed up for nothing. You had been there about three hours and it had just hit midnight. Practically everyone in the restaurant had given you the same pitiful look as they both entered and eventually left. You took a deep breath and apologised to the staff for being there so long. Embarrassed, you began to walk back home.

Maybe he just didn’t care anymore. You fell into your bed, hopelessly scrolling on your phone as if it could distract you from the humiliation. He hadn’t even sent a text. Your night was about to become worse when you heard a desperate knock on your window. It was Peter. You could only roll your eyes as he looked at you, cheeks flushed. He had the distinct smell of alcohol as he got a bit closer to you, almost attempting to read your emotions.

“[Name]—”

“Do you love me?” You cut him off, tears already starting to prick your eyes.

“What? Of course I do.” He defended himself.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“It’s not fake, [Name]. I do love you.” He muttered, maintaining eye contact as if he was trying to look sober.

“You’ve been out all night.” You sighed, “do you have any idea about what you missed?”

“I was out because of ‘spiderman-ly’ duties.” He slurred, obviously lying.

“You smell of alcohol Peter. I’m not dumb, you come in here, slurring all your words, you’re not making any sense,” You started, “but you know what, I don’t fucking care like always. That’s how you want me to be like, right?”

“I have so many feelings for you, [Name],” He sighed, “it’s not intentional baby, I’m practically a fool for you.”

“You’re the fool?” You scoffed, “you were three hours late doing God knows what. It was humiliating, and you know what I haven’t heard? A fucking apology.”

“I love you, you’re too good for me. I’m so sorry baby for missing our,” he paused, then quickly added, “dinner?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief, and yet the more you stared the more evidence you discovered. The subtle lipstick stains on his neck, how his hair was all messy, how his shirt was messily thrown on.

You felt a lump in your throat, “you’re cheating on me?”

His eyes widened slightly, gaze softening, “What?”

“You’re cheating on me.” You said, more confirming it to yourself than him.

“It was only twice, [Name]. And if anything it only made me love you more.”

“Twice?” You were in genuine disbelief about the audacity of this man, “Get out, now.”

“You’re breaking up with me?” His gaze hardened.

“Leave.”

“Fine, fuck you [Name].”

He left, slamming the door. He was so obviously drunk, and wasn’t thinking right, but his words pierced your heart like a knife.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!

Can you please write Lesso x Larissa with sub!Lesso?

Lesso was being a brat and Larissa decided to punish her.

Thank you :)

What a brat 18+

*Authors note~ I may have been inspired for this one and low key not mad about this one. A very self indulgent fic for me*

Trigger warnings~ dom Larissa sub Leo long distance relationship, phone sex overstimulation kink forced orgasms orgasm denial breaking of rules, degrading kink sex toys enchanted by magic, sorta Morden au? Mommy kink dumbification?

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Larissa finally settled into bed and picked up her phone at gone midnight, meaning it would be six in the evening for her red headed lover. A nightly ritual between her and her lover was a late night call, often they spoke of their days or what was going on in the respective school. But as your relationship devolved so did the late night calls. It was very clear who wore the trousers in this relationship and that was the blonde. Leonora being so misunderstood and forced to be strong and dominant meant she craved the submission, even if she was a bit of a brat about it. But Larissa is capable of handling her bratty girl even though she was a distance away. And Leonora knew she could, perhaps that’s why she pushed her buttons tonight.

In the schools of good and evil, Leonora retired to her chambers earlier than normal due to the Dean of goods need to throw and overwhelming ball. It wasn’t a requirement for her to go and she would much rather speak to Larissa, she knew she had five more months before she left for Jericho. Five more lonely months of missing her. Having about fifteen more minutes until Larissa would call Leonora couldn’t help but try to quell the ache between her legs that occurred whenever she thought of the woman. Sure it was breaking one of Larissa’s rules, but she wouldn’t have to know right?

The shrill of her phone ringing disturbed the poor woman who was so close to chasing her high, so close in fact she couldn’t bare to stop herself from falling over the edge. Larissa was going to great her girl until a borderline pornographic moan of her name reached her ears. “My darling girl, what on earth are you doing” Larissa purred down the receiver causing the redhead to whimper and still her own hand. “I, uh mommy” she whimpered with guilt laced in every word. “Now now, were you touching yourself? Tell mommy the truth.” There was a pregnant pause as a response was waited for. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry mommy, I didn’t mean to” she whined knowing damn well Larissa wouldn’t let this slide. She’d very clearly broken rule number one and two.

“Oh my bratty love, you know that won’t work darling, if you wish to act like a slut then I’ll treat you like one. You will do everything I say as this is a punishment my pretty girl. I’ll know if you don’t.” Leonora didn’t even get a chance to respond before the call was cut off only to be replaced by the ringing of an incoming video chat. “Mommy please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again” she moaned but Larissa had already decided and nothing would change her mind. There was just something about the great dean of evil crying and begging her for more and to stop at the same time that drove her insane. “Go and get mommy’s special toy love, you’re going to cum as much as I desire, I’m so glad I got my spell teacher to enchant this love.”

Instantly she knew Larissa was referring to the recent gift, they toy could be activated from Nevermore and effect the redhead, as well as when it was activated the recipient wouldn’t be able to move due to the immobilising spell. A very undignified squeak left Leonora as she tugged at her invisible bonds. “Mommy” she whined pitifully, pouting at her phone in an attempt to change her mind. “No you’ve been such a slut, not even waiting for mommy, asking mommy if you could touch that pretty pussy. You’re going to get everything you deserve my dirty girl.”

The buzzing sounds of the toy bounced around the room accompanied by the gasps of Leonora, Larissa couldn’t help but slip a hand under her night slip to play with her own breasts. Soon enough the redhead had approached the edge once more for the night and Larissa couldn’t help but turn the toy off. “Mommy! Why please! what?” she whined clearly quite far gone already. “Don’t be such a whore baby, mommy comes first you know that” Larissa tutted, “show mommy just how good she makes her slutty baby feel.”

With that the buzzing of the enchanted toy came back to life, Larissa now taking it upon herself to spread her legs and dip her slender fingers into her needy cunt as Leonora mewled and pleaded to cum. Each time she got closer Larissa would turn the toy off, enjoying the strangled cries and pleas from Leonora. “Please mommy, wanna make you feel so good” she whimpered which was what finally threw the blonde principal over the edge, cumming around her two slender fingers with a cry for her lover. “So good, such a good slut for mommy” she praised loving how shy Leonora always became at the smallest compliments. “So fucking beautiful.”

“You don’t stop until I say you can, cum for me Leo” she purred starting the you up once more, laughing at how sensitive you were. Struggling against the bonds, pleading for more yet trying to wriggle away from the merciless toy. “Don’t fight it slut, you wanted to cum without mommy you are gonna suffer the consequences. A filthy whore, not good for anything other than being a stress relief doll for me” her words threw the red head over the edge again, the pace of the toy causing Leonora to mewl in thanks, only the toy didn’t stop. No the vibrations got stronger, if that was even possible, the dirty words spewing out of the well respected principal’s mouth were more frequent as she forced orgasm after orgasm from her lover. After the forth Lesso had long since lost any words or thoughts over than her lover but she mad a fist to the camera. A non verbal sign to stop. Her body soaked in sweat and clit throbbing all being too much. “Shh it’s okay Leo, you did an amazing job darling, I know you’re pretty much fucked dumb for me but that’s okay remember the non verbal signs okay?”

That night Larissa didn’t end up sleeping until three in the morning but it was all worth it to fall asleep together after such an intense evening. Larissa could sleep soundly knowing she’d well and truly took care of Lesso in every sense of the word. Leonora slept soundly from the exerted energy comforted by Larissa’s praises. Here and now she wasn’t the scary dean of evil she was Larissa’s baby, her love and her partner for life. And that was how she liked to be the most.

[cas-skz]

FIREWORKS

Your mom decides to throw a New Years Eve party, and eagerly introduces you to her friends son. You and Changbin pop off into a new year and a new friendship.

18+ MDNI!!! plz&thnx

WARNINGS/SUMMARY: *Michael Scott voice* SEX, unprotected sex (wrap ya dingaling) oral (m to f), big peen probs (momentarily), basically kinda cute fluff into the naughty yanno

yapyapyap sorry if the spacing is weird on this, I’m on my phone posting rn but will fix later. real question I have some real wild stuff in my drafts and if u dare me I’ll post it ok. Also Jac didn’t proof read so expect errrors in grammar and spelling ok thanku

cas xx

“Mooooom, why the help would you invite him?! You exclaimed dramatically as your fingers curled a slice of meat for the charcuterie board you were working on. “Hey, his mother is a good friend of mine and you said it yourself you find him attractive.” She laughed, moving around the kitchen area setting things up for your New Years Eve party. It was the first time you’d been home for the holidays in almost 3 years, and your mom had been raving on about her friends son for at least 1.5 of them. People started arriving around 9:30pm, but you were still hid out in your room touching up your makeup. Since it wasn’t a giant party, you decided to dress casually cute and do simple make up.

“Y/N!! Can you come down, please?” You heard your mom yell. A soft groan passed through your lips as you shoved your Ugg’s on, checking yourself once over in the mirror. Your sweater was far too baggy, but it was a vintage plaid and looked really cute with your black leggings. You skipped down the stairs, a small smile in your lips as your mom stood at the bottom, accompanied by a friend and her son. Giving a small wave, you stopped at the bottom of the stairs as your mom did introductions. “And Y/N, this is Changbin. Evelyn’s son I was telling you about.” You couldn’t help but laugh when your mom gave him a nudge, “You’re so embarrassing sometimes.” You smiled, rolling your eyes jokingly. She had always been like this, and you learned to accept it finally.

Around 10:30 the party was in full swing, mainly your parents friends mingling and chatting in the kitchen, while your little brother had a group of friends gaming in the basement. You had taken to the living room with your glass of wine, watching Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on tv. “Can I get you a refill?” You heard a male ask, turning slightly to see Changbin with a fresh bottle of wine and a glass in hand. “Please and thank you.” You smile, holding your glass up for him to pour into. He joined you in the couch, and your eyes gazed over him for a long moment. You’d only seen him in pictures but in person, he was way more attractive than you expected. Before he catch you looking, your eyes shot to the tv as Miley Cyrus came on. “She looks so different now.” You commented, taking a long sip of wine as you felt your face turn red.

After chatting for a bit and letting the wine settle in, you and Changbin joined the parents in the kitchen as New Years approached. Your dad had forced you into a game of flip cup, pinning you against Changbin, who you easily beat. He threw you a little smirk, “I’ll get you next time.”

The players had switched, and you stood in the kitchen looking out into the house as the group cheered each other on. Your hand gripped the wine glass, taking a sip as you noticed Changbin starting to walk towards you. “IT’S ALMOST MIDNIGHT.” You heard your brother scream as he and he friends came running up the stairs. “He- HEY, watch yourself dork!” You yelled at your brother as he knocked past you, pushing you directly into Changbin’s large and firm chest. His arms wrapped around you, as the rest of the teens ran by, before he looked down at you. “All good?” He chuckled. You nod, fixing your hair a bit and regaining yourself, laughing shyly as you patted Changbin on the chest. “Yes. Just remind me to trip him or something later.” You laughed.

“Oh, look who’s under the mistletoe.” Your mom said from the dining room, as a wave of giggling started between her and Changbin’s mom. Your eyes glanced up, confirming it was in fact above your heads. Changbin’s hands were rested on your hips, and he gave you a small squeeze before a shy chuckle escaped his lips. “Do- uh. Should we?” He stumbled over his words, which made you blush. “Yes we should.” You say, leaning up on your tippy toes as he leaned down for his lips to meet yours. The butterflies it gave you were unexpected, but the alcohol in your system had you craving for more.

You pulled away once the whole house burst into cheers, shyly hiding yourself in your hands. Thankfully, the count down to New Years took the attention away from the two of you. Turning your attention back to Changbin, his hands squeezed your sides once again, this time pulling you a little closer to him. You didn’t mind, and let your hand rest against his chest. “New years kiss?” He asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

The countdown from 10 has started in the background, and you slowly nodded as one of his hands moved up your body to cup your cheek. As the clock struck midnight, his lips met yours, kissing you deeply. Your stomach did flips as you kissed back, leaning into him slightly. The alcohol was definitely having an effect on you and you weren’t sure if Changbin was feeling the same or just had plans of his own. With everyone distracted, and your little make out session quickly heating up. His lips were addicting in a way. How they moved against yours, how perfectly soft they were.

You broke the kiss, but kept yourself close so he could hear you over the crowd. “Do you wanna get some air?” You question, biting your lip gently. Changbin nods, taking your hand and quickly heading towards the backdoor. You took one last glance inside, thanking god no one had spotted you slipping out. You pointed him towards the pool house, which your parents had turned into a tiny hang out for your brother to smoke in.

Fireworks has started in the front of the house while you and Changbin quickly entered the hangout, locking the door behind you. Changbin was quick to pin you against the door, his lips finding yours again, rougher and sloppier kisses being shared. His hand found its way under your sweater, resting on your ribs for a moment as his lips moved to your neck. He placed a few gentle kisses, nipping at your skin before speaking into your ear. “Do you want to do this? I just want to make sure we’re both consenting.”

You lifted his head to look into his eyes before placing another deep kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how hot it is when a guy asks first.” You smiled. “Gotta be a gentlemen, even when you’re drunk.” He laughed, returning his lips to yours as his hand worked to unclasp your bra. His hand moved back to your breast, cupping it as his fingers twisted and played with your nipple. You ran your hand over the bulge in his pants before tugging his belt off, working your fingers to undo the buttons and zipper.

Changbin’s arms quickly swooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tossed your sweater and bra aside, which sent a small shiver up your spine. Changbin carried you over to the couch, laying you down as he hovered over you. “I feel like a teenager.” You giggled, finger tips running along his muscular chest, down along his abs. “Sneaking around behind our parents backs.” Your fingers worked backed to his pants, pulling his lower half closer to yours. “We’re never telling our moms about this, right?” He questioned. You couldn’t help but laugh, using a finger to motion for him to come closer. You softly pressed your lips to his, “never”

Your fingers tangled into Chanhbin’s curls are his tongue slid quickly along your clit, “You taste so fucking good.” He moaned against you, sliding a single finger into your entrance. A small gasp escaped your lips when his finger started to move slowly, “Fuck-feels so good.” You moaned, your head falling back. A second finger slipped inside you as his lips met your jaw line, working their way up your neck before finding your lips. Changbin’s kisses had softened, each one sending tingles down your spine. His fingers slowly slid out and be brought them up to your mouth, pressing them gently into your lips before you sucked them slowly.

The tip of his cock pushed slowly at your entrance, teasing away but also trying to fit his size. “Might be a little too big.” He half laughed, biting his lip gently as he tried to push in. “I can handle it.” You whisper, your fingers moving to rub slow circles onto your clit. Using his thumb to guide his cock, he slowly pushed inside you, barely able to use his full length. You both moaned in unison as he slowly thrusted, each one allowing him to push deeper inside. “I’m gonna cum” you moan, letting your fingers settled as your walls started to contract. Changbin’s hips started to rock faster as you climaxed, your thighs gripping onto him as your body twitched. You pulled him close, kissing his lips roughly as you felt your body relax slightly, allowing Changbin’s thrusts to bottom out. Your walls were clenched tight around his cock, every stoke hitting perfectly.

Changbin quickly pulled out, gently taking you by the wrists to pull you gently off the couch, where he took a seat. You bent down quickly, your hand moving slowly around his shaft as your lips found the lip, placing kisses upon the bright pink tip. You sucked softly, just taking the tip into your mouth as your hand moved slowly. You placed kisses along his length before making back up and straddling his waist, using your hand to guide his cock to your entrance. You slowly eased yourself onto him, letting your hand rest on his firm abs as you slowly rode his cock, quiet curses escaping his lips as his hand slapped gently against your ass. The second round of fireworks started to ring out as your hips moved faster, wetness dripping down as you hid your face in his neck, unable to control your moans.

Changbin’s lips sucked at your neck as your legs started to shake, another climax hitting. You let your body rest on his lap, moving your lips back to his as your walls continued to contracts against his cock. “You feel so good.” He moaned, “I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He laughed, pecking his lips into yours. His hands moved to your hips, grinding your them down into his. It didn’t take long before you came again, your walls tightening around his cock.

Your lips moved to his neck, sucking hungrily at his skin, “please cum for me.” You moaned in his ear as your hips picked up speed a bit. You leaned back a bit, looking at Changbin as you rode, smiling drunkenly at him as his hands ran over your body. He cursed quietly as his head rested on the back of the couch.

Your hands rested on both sides of his neck, pulling his head back so you could see him. His cock started to twitch inside you as his hands grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him as his load shot deeply into you. Changbin pulled your lips to his, kissing you deeply as his hips bucked into yours before settling. You let you head fall onto his shoulder, trying to calm your breathing. “What are the odds we can sneak back to my place?” Changbin questioned with a smirk.

[familyofpaladins]

The Pizza Game (there is no pizza in the apocalypse)

A Rise of the TMNT fic

Chapter 1 (Prologue) : How it Started

Summary:

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber. “Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie. “In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested. “I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo. “Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph. --- or 5 times pizza is (not supposed to be) mentioned in the apocalypse, and 1 time the Apocalypse is cancelled and there is free pizza Basically How I think the turtles coped with a world where they "ate rats and leaves"

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1(you are here) | Chapter 2>

It started with the end. Cliché right?

The krang invasion took a lot from the world. One of the worst things it did to the Hamato family, was take Pizza.

Four exhausted no longer teenager (well except for Mikey who was still 19), mutant ninja turtles shuffled into the Rebel base.

“I’m so hungry. How much food are we stocked up with?” Raph asked as he zombie walked to a bench to sit down.

“I don’t know how much there is, but I know what I want.” Mikey said.

“If you say what I think you’re going to say-“ Leo squinted at his youngest brother.

“Pizza!”

“-aaaaaand you said it. Mikey you KNOW we don’t have the stuff for that right?”

“I know! It’s just…” there was a sniffle “I miss it so much!” he sobbed.

“I know little brother.”  Leo patted the orange turtle’s shell in consolation.

“Thoughtful hum. We could approximate a pizza with ground up oat paste, those dried tomatoes, and that fungus Draxum grew last week?” Donnie suggested.

Three emphatic “NO”s were groaned back in response.

“My beloved brilliant brother, that is by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“I don’t think that fungus is meant for Human, Mutant, Or Yokai consumption.”

“Wait. Wait wait wait wait, speaking of Yokai…” The blue banded turtle pulled out his communication device (couldn’t really call it a phone. The cell towers no longer worked, and had so much mystic spells for communication embedded in it, Donnie refused to even call it technology anymore) and scrolled through the contacts before selecting one.

It rang once before there was a click of answer.

“Senor Hueso! Hola mi amigooo!” Leo sang.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“Aw don’t be like that Hueso!”

“Pepino, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Hm? It’s only-“ Leo looked at the time. It was a little after midnight. “Eugh boy. Sorry Hueso, I didn’t realize it was so late. Wait you answered super quick anyway, why are you still up?”

“I was doing inventory of all my supplies, thank you very much for interrupting that.”

“Oh so perfect timing! We were wondering If you had anything to make a pizza with?” Leo asked hopefully.

The line was quiet for a moment and they would have thought they’d been hung up on if it weren’t for the line still being open.

“And just who is ‘we’?” Hueso questioned.

“HI HUESO! Me and Donnie and Raph are here too!” Mikey shouted over the line, face lighting up with hope at the non-rejection.

“Ah, so four, ever growing Mutant Ninja Turtles.” There was a sigh, and the brother’s leaned in, holding their breath awaiting the verdict if there would be pizza or not, “Yes, I believe I have enough supplies to scrape together a couple pizzas-”

Mikey and Raph got ready to cheer, but Leo held up a hand to wait. Hueso hadn’t said if they could come over yet.

“- and you may come and eat them.” Hueso finished.

“Hueso, you’re the best Skeleton Man we know!” Leo said while his brothers loudly cheered. “You’re still at the Old Water Station, right?” Hueso confirmed.

“We’ll be over in a minute!” Leo chirped as he pulled out his swords and opened a portal.

The four brothers stepped through to just outside of the building.

Senor Hueso had moved there shortly after the beginning of the invasion. The laundromat that had served as an entrance to Run of the Mill had been damaged, and it was no longer a safe section of the city to be in. It had still taken all four brothers and an appearance of Dr. Delicate Touch to convince the skeleton Yokai to leave.

(The Hidden City itself hadn’t been found by the krang, but all the damage that was happening above ground, made it an unstable area to be and a lot of the yokai population had left as well. Most of the city as well as other mystic safehavens were sealed off, not allowing anyone in or out to prevent the krang from finding them and gaining mystic weapons.)

The water station was highly defended and well protected in a section of city that they’d managed to keep the krangazoids out of.

It was a vital place since it provided clean water, and with Hueso setting up a kitchen inside, it was also a source of food for many of the civilians. They had even started a greenhouse garden shortly after moving in. The turtles helped out when they could, so they knew the place pretty well.

The four turtles walked around to the side of the building where they knew there was an entrance hatch, and they slipped inside.

They found Senor Hueso carrying a couple boxes toward the area that had been turned into a kitchen.

“Hey Senor Hueso, thanks for having us!” Raph called as they walked up to him.

“You could have given me a few moments to at least get the dough ready.” Hueso sighed.

“Sorry, we just got really excited!” Leo apologized.

“Michelangelo, you will help me.” He waved for Mikey to follow him.

“Sure thing, Bone Man!” Mikey said excitedly beginning to follow the skeleton into the kitchen.

“Can I help?” Leo asked excitedly. He totally wasn’t hoping to snag an early bite.

“After the last time when you nearly burnt down my kitchen?!” Hueso scoffed, “NO.”

“Aaaaw come on Hueso, that was an accident!” Leo pleaded as the rest of his family chuckled.

It HAD been an accident. Leo had been helping Hueso out when he got a call for back up and he forgot to shut the oven off, or to tell Senor Hueso that he had left. Twenty minutes later, Hueso walked into a kitchen filled with smoke as whatever it had been was burnt beyond recognition.

“You may get everyone some water if you must do something.” Hueso offered.

“Fiiine,” Leo slumped in disappointment. Getting water wasn’t going to get him to pizza faster, but he didn’t want to risk being denied pizza either. “Always a waiter and never a chef” he muttered to himself.

“Senor Hueso, would you mind if I also took an inventory of your supplies?”

“I do not see why not,” Hueso raised an eye ridge at the genius turtle, “but why?”

“April has connections with some other groups of isolated civilians and resistance members. They’ve been looking to do some trading to cover some necessities. Food in exchange for medical supplies and such things.” Donnie explained.

“Hmmm that is fine, just don’t go trading away my supplies before asking me first.”

“I sincerely thank you. Come Raphael! We have data to collect!” Donnie rubbed his hands together eagerly and began walking to the boxes of supplies.

“Sure thing Dee. Mikey, let us know when the pizza is ready,” Raph called over his shoulder before following Donnie.

“Will do!” Mikey chirped back.

“Well, we better get going if you want to eat anytime soon.” Hueso and Mikey headed into the kitchen.

Hueso pulled out the necessary ingredients out of a box and handed them to Mikey. They divided the tasks and set to work.

“So Hueso, have you heard from your brother lately?” Mikey asked as he got the toppings chopped and ready.

“I received a letter from Piel a week ago. He said he was still in the Caribbean. He and his crew managed to … what is the phrase you use “Smack Down”? three of the cargo ships of the krang. He also said he managed to find a few pineapple plants that had survived the drought. He told me he’d give me one the next time he’s here, but we’ll see.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow in question.

“He can never resist a pineapple.” Hueso said fondly. “They’re his favorite.”

“Oh man. Pineapple. Ya know, I bet if we had pineapple right now, even Donnie would gladly have it as a topping.” Mikey mused.

“Well, I’m afraid you all will have to settle for old sausage, night worms, and spinach.”

“Oooo Nightworms! A classic Run of the Mill topping.” Mikey sighed happily.

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30 minutes later Mikey and Hueso walked out of the kitchen and presented the hot pizzas to the three other turtles waiting at one of the tables. Donnie and Raph had just finished the inventory a few minutes prior. 

“Oh that smells SO GOOD!” Leo said, as he and both his brothers stared at the pizzas with stars in their eyes and drooling in anticipation.

“You muchachos better enjoy these pizzas. They are likely going to be the last ones.” Hueso told them as he and Mikey set the pizzas onto the table.

Leo nearly fell off his chair as he whipped around to stare at Hueso, “What?! No no, don’t say that!” Say it ain’t so!!!” He pleaded as he grabbed Hueso’s shoulders.

“Yes I’m afraid this is the Last Pizza I’ll be able to make.” Hueso removed Leo’s hands from his shoulders, and turned the turtle back towards the table. “That is the last of my tomato sauce and cheese. I used up the last of my flour months ago. This is actually a cauliflower crust. Gluten free.”

“Wait, Hueso, you’re letting us eat your final pizzas? You didn’t have to do that.” Raph looked at him with wide eyes.

“Of course I did not have to do anything. It seems only right that my most loyal customers get the last ones. Especially when they are fighting those caras de tuberculo recocido.”

Leo nearly choked on his water as he wheezed. Raph smacked him on his back to help.

“Oh I am SO using that!” Leo wheezed to himself.

“What did Hueso say?” Raph asked amused as his brother was nearly falling off the chair laughing.

“He- He called-“ Leo tried to say before wheezing again. He slowly recovered. “He called them Overcooked Tuber Faces AHAHHAHA” Leo broke into laughter again.

“Tuber?” Raph asked, confused, but Leo’s laughter was contagious and he was beginning to laugh himself.

“Like what you call ‘beetroots’” Hueso said with a smirk. Leo’s laughter also getting to the bone man.

Mikey gasped and shouted “OH MY GOSH THEY DO LOOK LIKE OVERCOOKED BEETROOTS!” before he too broke into laughter.

Donnie’s face was scrunched up as he tried to hold in a laugh and failed.

“I am glad you all think I am so funny,” Hueso chuckled after they had laughed for a minute. “But do not let my pizza get cold! Eat, EAT!” He commanded.

“Senor Hueso, I sincerely thank you,” Donnie said as he grabbed a slice reverently

They ate the pizza one slice at a time, trying to savor it as much as they could.

But all good things must come to an end.

“Man what are we going to do now? No more pizza? That makes up like, 90% of our diet!” Leo exclaimed.

“Actually, before the invasion, it made up approximately 71.389% of our diet. And since the invasion began, has been decreasing an average of 1.487% a month.”

“Is there really no way you can get more pizza ingredients?” Raph asked Hueso.

“Not unless you want to try feeding and housing livestock in order to get the cheese and meat toppings. Or grow wheat to grind into flour. Or if you know how to grow and cultivate yeast?”

“That… sounds very time and resource consuming. I’m not sure even the more isolated sections of the resistance further west where there’s less krang have the supplies necessary. Although there could be old government compounds that possibly hold more supplies.” Donnie stated.

“I don’t know… would the head honchos allow us to make deals and trades just to get pizza supplies?”

“Who are you calling a head honcho?”

“Ya know that self-proclaimed government leader guy. Agent Knight?”

“You mean Bishop? Yeah, no. I don’t think he’d allow trades of government supplies just so we can have pizza again. Wouldn’t want to trade with that shmuck anyway.”

“Guess it’s back to raising livestock ourselves then.”

“It’d be nice to have a pet cow. We could get fresh milk and learn how to make cheese!” Mikey said excitedly.

“And just what are you gonna feed this pet cow?” Raph asked.

“Ummm…. Grass?”

“And where are you going to get this grass? And where are you going to keep the cow?”

“Okay okay I get it. No pet cow.” Mikey frowned. “Unless Hueso let’s me grow grass in the green-“

“I am afraid not. There is hardly enough room for the everything we are growing now, we can’t have a section just for grass.”

“Darn.”

“Wait Hueso did you say this was the last of your tomato sauce? I thought you and Hueso Jr. were growing tomato plants?” Leo questioned.

“We have managed to grow some tomatoes, but it isn’t enough to make sauces with. We have limited space in the greenery and we are trying to grow foods that are a little more filling and nutritious. Mainly potatoes, spinach, broccoli, and cauliflower. Speaking of-“

Hueso turned to Donnie, “I assume you took inventory of that as well?”

“Affirmative, and I have already sent you a copy of all the data I collected.” Hueso thanked him.

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber.

“Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie.

“In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested.

“I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo. 

“Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph.

“But there’s really no “winning” to The Game,” Donnie pointed out.

“Sure there is. It’s whoever can go the longest time without thinking ‘bout it.”

“Okay so what’s the winner gonna get?” Mikey asked.

“Uuuhhh bragging rights?” Raph said with a wince at lack of a better prize.

“Boo. How about winner gets The First Slice of Real Pizza once we send these caras de tuberculo recociodo back to where they came from and we have cheese and tomatoes and flour again?” Leo suggested.

“Not a bad prize I must admit.” Donnie said, and Mikey and Raph nodded in agreement with him.

“We’ll have to let Pops, April and Casey know about the Game too, so they know not think about it,” Raph

“Oh shit guys. April’s gonna kill us for not saving her a slice. No worse. She’ll just be disappointed and sick CASEY on us.” Leo slide down his seat in despair.

“I already have that covered.” Mikey said proudly before brandishing a box with a small pizza inside of it. It was the same as they had eaten, minus the night worms, which April didn’t like, and Casey didn’t care for.

“You’re a lifesaver Angelo.”

“Wait does this mean that April and Casey actually get the last pizzas?”

“Like I said, for my most loyal and best krang fighting customers” Hueso smirked.

“I’m HURT, Senor Hueso!” Leo gasped and placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll live. Now if you all will pardon me, I am going to sleep now. You may see yourselves out.”

“Thanks again Hueso, you’re the best!” They all shouted their thanks as he walked off to where he slept.

“Buenas noches,” he yawned and waved over his shoulder at them as he left.

One portal trip and pizza sharing conversation later, the turtle brothers had explained the new Pizza game to April, Casey, and Splinter.

Donnie marked the time and date and announced, “No more talking or thinking about pizza! Starting … NOW!”

“This is going to be impossible.”

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Chapter 2>

[humanransome-note]

Unfortunately, my father is still alive after a workplace incident left two men dead.

I know this because after not contacting me since Boxing Day, he suddenly texted me claiming I left a large wad of cash at his home that he “suddenly found”.

I doubt this is what happened for multiple reasons, including but not limited to, I haven’t been to his house since sophomore year of high school, and I would’ve never left that much cash at his place, as I never wanted to be there so I would’ve never left a reason to go back. The name on the envelope is also spelled wrong, a common thing with that name, but considering he didn’t get my birthday right for 18 years, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know how to spell it either, even if it is also his sister’s name. (The sister he resents for having gone to medical school and becoming a doctor, he feels that her success impeded his own and he was denied his full potential. Not the sister he berated after the funeral of the closest person she may ever have to a son.)

After claiming I wasn’t home and telling him to just put the envelope in the mailbox if he was already heading this way. He texted me this:

“Family ask about you did not want to say you don’t communicate with us and I am tired of trying to make you look all good so I will just give them your number you are no longer a child and will be 24 this year I am confident you can speak to them for yourself because they did you no wrong “

I never asked that he try and “make me look good” in regards to his half of the family, that’s something he did of his own volition and likely benefit. (when he probably started doing it I was still a minor and he couldn’t tell his mother he hadn’t seen me in months because she’d likely tear him a new one.)

At least two people I know for certain are in contact with his mother have my phone number. If she asked, one might give it without protest, the other might try to at least get in touch with me first. And if his mother had it, they’d all have it. Also, I have had the same phone number for almost 10 years, and the last time it changed I sent a mass text to every number I had saved. If they want to talk, they have my number, it is not my job to drag everyone together no matter how much he intended for that to be the case.

As an adult I can chose to speak to them, and frankly, I’d likely chose not to. But they haven’t even tried contacting me, so I haven’t even been in the position to make that decision.

“They did you no wrong…” me and several therapists would have to disagree with that.

They were a massive motivator for my insecurities regarding my body, I would starve myself whenever I traveled with them because it was less stressful than being nagged about my food choices. They regularly and openly spoke about me like I was an investment, that they were waiting out my “ugly duckling” years and one day I’d metamorphosize into some sort of femme fatale.

Since I could toddle they’d talk about my hypothetical future love life, and when I’d mention not being interested in the idea of settling down and having kids, they’d start reminding me I was the end of this branch of the family tree, they thought of me like a fucking failing brood mare.

Btw, that sister he resents? She had unresolved grief from several miscarriages, and while I feel sorry for her in the abstract sense, the fact is when she found out I existed, she started projecting the sort of child she wanted onto me, and was obviously disappointed when I would visit and shatter those ideas she had of what a good daughter should be.

I’m also confidant that my father likely gloated about the fact that he had a child (that he didn’t even really want) and she couldn’t have one she was desperate for, considering his behavior after the funeral, I would not be surprised.

And he didn’t even come around, I checked the mailbox at midnight and no suspiciously convenient envelope.

Piece of shit bastard

[won4kiss]

⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— ANGRY !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 boxer bf! ʝake sim x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst & fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend comes home injured after a brawl & lashes out at you. 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ1175. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, anger issues, cursing, injuries, kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

୭ৎ 𝑙una note⋆.˚ all credits to @taeghi for boxer! jake idea ! <3 also i’d like to note that i’m not romanticizing anger issues in any way, this is something i’ve struggled with for a while and i wanted to incorporate my own struggles in my writing !

THE APARTMENT WAS EERILY SILENT AND FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION AS YOU WAITED FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND JAKE TO RETURN.

it wasn’t unusual for him to come home late, especially after a long night of training at the underground boxing gym.

you had always admired his dedication, the way he poured his heart into his passion, but lately, his anger issues had been getting worse. — more under cut !

you knew he had struggled with this issue his whole life, but you hadn’t ever seen it this bad.

you see the rage in his eyes, the way his fists would clench and unclench as he tried to keep himself in check. it broke your heart to see him struggle like this.

a normal person would be petrified, but you didn’t care because at the end of the day, it’s your jake. you weren’t going to abandon him.

you glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night, biting your lip anxiously.

it was well past midnight, and jake still hadn’t returned. you tried to keep yourself busy with chores around the house, but your mind couldn’t help but drift back to him.

what if something had happened? what if he had gotten into a fight and was lying injured somewhere alone?

just as you were about to call his phone for the fifth time, you heard the familiar sound of the front door creaking open.

you rushed to the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. there he was, standing in the doorway, looking like he had been through hell and back.

jake was covered in bruises, his lip split open and bloodied, one eye swollen shut.

his clothes were torn, and his knuckles were raw and bloody.

you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

he looked so different from the strong, confident boyfriend you knew.

“jake!” you gasped, rushing to his side.

“oh my god, what happened to you?”

he didn’t say a word, he simply pushed past you in silence and headed straight for the bathroom.

you followed him, your heart aching at the sight of his battered and bruised body.

he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, wincing as the water stung his wounds.

“jakey, please let me help you,” you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm.

he flinched away from your touch, his eyes dark with anger.

“i don’t want your fucking help,”

he growled, his voice rough and strained.

you recoiled at his tone, knowing that his tolerance was quite low at the moment, tears welling up in your eyes.

“but jake… you’re hurt,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“i just wanna take care of you.”

“do i have to spell it out for you to understand?just leave me alone!”

he snapped, his anger unleashing at once.

“i don’t need you fussing over me like i’m some kind of child!”

you took a step back, your heart breaking at his harsh words.

you knew he didn’t mean it, that his anger was just a mask for the pain he was feeling, but it still hurt you deeply.

you felt the tears start to spill over, unable to hold them back any longer.

jake’s eyes widened as he saw you fall apart, the realization of what he had just done hitting him like a ton of bricks.

his anger dissolved in an instant, replaced by a look of pure horror and disappointment in himself.

“oh god, i’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

“i didn’t mean to yell at you, baby. i would never... i would never intentionally speak to you that way. please, believe me.”

you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs with the frustration of himself.

your heart ached at the sight of him, so broken and vulnerable.

it wasn’t jake’s fault, you knew it.

it wasn’t like he could control his mental issues, so the best thing you could do was be there for him as he worked on himself.

without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i know, jakey,” you whispered, your own tears contrasting with his.

“i know you would never wanna hurt me. it’s okay. it’s gonna be okay.”

he clung to you desperately, his body trembling with the force of his sobs.

you held him tightly, your fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture.

you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, replaced by a sense of relief and pure exhaustion.

“i’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just... i’m just so tired of myself.”

“i know,”

you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“it’s okay, jake. i’m here for you.”

you gently guided him to the couch, helping him sit down as you went to get the first aid kit.

he watched you with tear-filled eyes, his expression mixed with guilt and gratitude.

you could see how much he hated himself for losing control, for letting his anger get the better of him.

you sat down beside him, carefully cleaning his wounds and applying bandages where they were needed.

he winced occasionally, but didn’t utter a word of complaint.

the silence between you was heavy with unspoken emotions, but you knew that words weren’t necessary right now.

once you were done, you gently cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes as you caressed his cheeks softly.

“you’re not alone, jake,” you said softly.

“i’m here for you, no matter what. we’ll get through this together, you’re it for me.”

he nodded, his eyes glistening with tears.

“i don’t deserve you, baby” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“yes, you do,” you replied firmly with reassurance.

“you’re a good person, jake. you just need to let go of your anger and let yourself be vulnerable. it’s okay to ask for help.”

he closed his eyes, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

“i’ll try,” he murmured.

“for you, i’ll try.”

you smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“that’s all i’ll ever need.”

he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he was afraid you’d leave.

you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a comforting reminder that he was here, with you, in your arms.

the weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders as he held you, his breathing slowly evening out.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“i love you too, jake,” you replied, your heart swelling with adoration and love.

“i always will.”

you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, finding comfort in the warmth of your love.

the world outside may have been harsh and unforgiving, but in this moment, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

© won4kiss 2024

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[cutepastelstarsalior]

Are we still being cringe?

Here! Fanfiction! Tumblr x Twitter cafe au

The soft blue haired adult let out a groan as they say down on their chair. It was a long day of work and finally they could relax at their favorite cafe. Pulling out their laptop they open up the documents and re-read their fanfic.

Does this makes scene? Did I make the character too ooc? Maybe I should add more angst-

“One ice Carmel latte coffee for, um Tum?” A voice called out, bringing them out of their trance. The young adult got out of their seat and jog to the counter.

“That’s me! It’s Tumblr actually.”

The waiter nodded. They had soft light blue hair, soft skin and very bright green eyes. I want to write about them.

“Excuse me? Mx. your order?” A soft voice rang out from the waiter. Tumblr snap their eyes down the the waiters hands.

“Oh, right, sorry!”

Taking their food they went back to the table and got to work. The hours pass, tumblr keep writing and editing their work. Also replying to comments and reading some of others fanfic as well.

“Excuse me. The cage close now.” The same voice rang out. Tumblr look up and see the waiter taking off their apron and putting on a sweater. Looking at the counter screen they can see that it was closing time. Quickly they gather their belongings, slightly fumbling, and put everything away.

“Ah! I’m so sorry about that!”

The waiter just nodded and the two was out the door. But sidedly they both walk down the same street. A brief moment of panic swirl inside them. What if their a serial killer? No that’s stupid….They probably live nearby? Oh wait that would make a good fanfic idea? Maybe a cute dean-

“Do you live near by? I live at the Apple apartment.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah! Same. 4th floor? You?”

“3rd! Since we’re neighbors, what’s your name? I’m Twitter. You can call me Twi. They/them pronouns.”

Twi stop walk and held out their hand. Taking it, tumblr felt two give a quick handshake.

“Tumblr. You can call me Blr. They/Them, but open to any pronouns.”

They two let go off hands and continue walking. It was a late fall day, almost winter, and the dead leaves were wet with the rain they had. Tumblr watch as Twi kick up some of the leaves. Their brown Ugg boots flinging the leaves.

“I seen many colleges students and other people come in, mostly writers? Or you one too?”

Tumblr shrug. “A bit. More of a hobby really.”

“Oh, what do you write?”

Gay sex fanfic, something found family with some hurt/comfort. Cartoon and tv shows.

“Nothing really! Just……stories ya’know?”

Twi let out a hum. “Sorry but I calm that bull. I saw your fandom stickers on your laptop. You don’t have to tell me more.”

Tumblr let out a groan. Great. “I’m working on a crossover. It’s a crossover between supernatural and tmnt! The 2003 version, I have the first few chapter posted, but I’m not the best planner so Im just winging it.”

Twi let out a snore, “Do you have a beta reader?”

Tumblr blink in surprise. “No. Why?”

“Your fic sounds cool! I can beta read it for you? If you want? Give you some ideas and thoughts? I haven’t seen the 2003 TMNT. Love the 1987 and 2014 versions. But I’m a big supernatural fan! I’m a Cas and Sam person myself. I’m also a Raph and Mikey fan too.”

The two adults were in the elevator now. When did we get here? The eleven sing and it was on the 4th floor.

“That’s my stop-“ Twi started to say. But soon stop when they feel their hand being grab. Twisting their neck the saw Blr holding their arm, while the other hand was digging around their bag. Low mutter was heard.

“Here..” Blr said. They got a market and wrote on their arm.

“This is my fanfic, and my blog info. Once you read the fic message me and I’ll send you the rest of my story and other ideas. Sound good?”

Blr let go of their hand. “Sound good to me Blr! Thank for letting me read it!”

“No problem.”

Twi then step out of the elevator. Turing back they have a small wave to their new friend and heading down to their room.

The elevator door close and Tumblr feel themselves slowing sink to the ground. A new friend! One that live in the same apartment and also reads fanfiction! Hopefully this one will stay and not get weird out by their quirks…..

Shaking their head Tumblr got off the floor. Not time to spiral into bad thoughts….They have to write!

The elevator doors open and Tumblr ran off to their room, excited. Nervous. Happy.

[hgranger93493]

In 10 years

Summary: After a hunt gone right Dean has a question for you.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint.

Pairings: Dean x reader

Wordcount: 3470

A/N: Hey everyone. This is my first fic. I apologize for any mistakes I made grammatically. I took a mental health day today from work and wanted to write this fic. It was not proof read by anybody else, but I tried my best to make it readable. I hope you like it.

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You stood up half bent over the table in the library typing furiously into the laptop to trace Sam’s third phone. Books were scattered all around the table and you were talking to Bobby on the phone with the speaker on. It was a little past midnight and you still have not heard back from the brothers after the bizarre call you got from Dean earlier in the evening.

“Y/N repeat back to me what Dean said to you on the call”

“I do not know Bobby. I was giving them the final line to perform the spell. After a few seconds he said he saw a bright light and I heard muffled voices. It was not clear to me what Dean was saying, but he did not sound like he was in danger and the line cut off”

Bobby huffed and said “If he did not sound like he was in danger, why aren’t they back at the bunker yet?”

You sighed and replied in a calm voice “Bobby, please don’t yell at me. I am as terrified as you are. I wish my stupid ankle didn’t sprain on my last hunt and I was with them.” Your voice broke at the end of the sentence and you were close to tears and Bobby sensed it right away.

“I know kiddo. I’m sorry. I just wish I could do something than sitting on my thumbs. Why aren’t these two answering their calls?”

“I want to say bad signal or their battery died at this point because I would be so mad if they are not answering on purpose. Even their back up phones..”

During your rant the bunker door flew open and two giant sacks of flannel on legs came down the stairs. You immediately perked up and saw Dean with a soft smile on his face and Sam with a bigger smile both looking at you. For some reason their expressions made you even madder. You told Bobby quickly that they are back and will call him once you were finished with them.

You walked slowly across the library and into the map room with you sprained leg. You gave them a once over to make sure they were not hurt while Sam and Dean seem to be whispering amongst themselves quickly in the meantime.

“Where the hell have you both been? I have been calling and worrying since the last call. Bobby and I were going nuts not knowing what happened on the hunt. Couldn’t you have just given me a call from one of your back up phones or god damnit just text or…”

Your yelling was interrupted by Dean crashing his body into you and squeezing you in his arms. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and didn’t say anything. You were shocked. Dean never hugged you like this before. You always had a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead before heading to a hunt or maybe if you got lucky he held you for a few seconds longer. This didn’t seem to calm your nerves and only made you more anxious as to what was happening.

You slowly brought one of you hand up and buried it in his hair trying to soothe him and immediately looked at Sam who was standing a few feet away. He still had that stupid smile on his face and just shrugged.

“Okay, you both are scaring me. What is happening guys? What happened on the hunt? You said you saw a bright light after the spell and I heard nothing except for some garbled voices and the line went dead. I tried calling back and it just kept ringing without an answer. Is everything okay?”

Dean slowly released you from his grip and you immediately felt the loss. He looked at you with a smile and said “About the hunt. Everything is okay sweetheart. There are somethings we need to talk about though.”

You looked at him a little bewildered. Talk about what? Have you finally overstayed your welcome here at the bunker? Were you going to be kicked out? Damn it did you overstep the line by doing something you shouldn’t have?

Dean immediately sensed your thoughts and he tapped lightly between your brows with his finger and said “Stop overthinking sweetheart. This is nothing bad. At least I hope it isn’t.” He muttered the last sentence to himself, but you heard it. You quickly gave a nod and stepped back a little. Your nerves were still not calm and you couldn’t stop looking into Dean’s eyes to see if you could find anything suspicious. Nothing was wrong, those green orbs that still haunt you at night are just as sparkling and beautiful.

Sam spoke up slowly and it broke your spell “I am going to go and spend a few days at Eileen’s. I promised her that I would come visit her after the hunt.” This was weird. It seemed like Dean and Sam planned this.

“Okay man. Drive safe. Tell Eileen we said hi.” Dean spoke up. Sam smiled and came over to give you a quick hug. He whispered “Stop worrying. It is all going to go well with Dean. Text me after your talk” he then wiggled his eyebrows and walked towards the garage with his bag.

I turned around and Dean was still standing there. I gave him a small smile and told him to go shower and you would get food ready in the meantime. He agreed and disappeared behind the bunker walls on the way to his room.

You kept nibbling your lower lip while getting the food ready for Dean. Good thing you cooked one of his comfort meals. Roast chicken and garlic red potatoes. You weren’t a big cook, but got this recipe from Jody after Dean praised her regular Tuesday night dinner. You were lost in thoughts and haven’t heard Dean walking into the kitchen. The fresh scent of his body wash alerted you of his presence and you looked up. He just got out of the shower. Hair still damp and his grey Henley sticking to his torso and some sweat pants on. He held a bottle of whiskey that he saved for “special” occasions and two tumblers.

“You up for a drink with me sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered every time he called you that. You smiled back and replied “Of course. The special kind huh? Our talk is either going to be a good one or a bad one.” You joked. Dean expression changed a bit and he replied “I hope it is a good one.” You kept wondering why he “hoped” it would be a good one.

He walked over and sat down at the table and you sat opposite to him. You quickly plated the food for both of you and Dean poured whiskey into the tumblers.

“So.. let’s rip off the band aid. What did you want to talk about?”

Dean took a sip of his whiskey and asked “Have you ever thought about where we would be in 10 years?” The question threw you off a bit. Have you ever thought about it? Yeah sure. You imagined being with Dean and being happy. In reality, you would sure like to be alive being a hunter and still hunting and helping people.

“Um, I never thought about it Dean. In our line of work, we just think about coming out alive after the next hunt. Right?”

Dean had a sad smile on his face and said “That is true sweetheart. But did you ever think of having a family of your own? Maybe kids? The whole apple pie life?”

That is, it.

You knew where this was going. You have seen this happen before where Dean convinced amateur hunters to give up hunting and settle down and have a life out of this mess. You were going to be preached the same sermon now. You will have to convince Dean that none of that was what you wanted. You would like it if it was with Dean, but you would never say that out loud. You were going to be firm about what you have to say.

You looked at him with angry eyes and said “No. I never thought about that Dean. I like hunting. I was raised a hunter and might as well die hunting.” You got up from the table and sprinted towards your room without another word.

Dean sat at his table with a shocked expression. He was trying to process what you said before you stormed off. He sighed. Finished his drink in a quick gulp and started to walk towards your room. Few seconds later he was in front of your door and stared at the number on the door. 9. He always wondered why you chose a room so close to his. He knocked softly and heard nothing. He knocked again a little louder. He heard you shuffling inside and the door flew open. You were crying. He knew that right away. But he also knew you were angry. He started to say something and you interrupted him with your raised palm signaling him to stop saying what he was going to say.

“I have heard this before Dean. I don’t need you to tell me that I deserve a nice house and family and a nice guy. I don’t need any of that. I am content where I am right now. If I die in a wendigo attack or by some witch’s spell I will welcome death with open arms.”

Dean’s expression changed to anger as well. “I would never let that happen to you Y/N. Ever. Fine! You want to hunt for the rest of your life. So be it and I will stand by you. And I am not trying to convince you to leave hunting. I just…I..” He started stumbling over his words and his kept looking at the floor not knowing what to say.

You frowned and lifted his chip up so he could look in your eyes and you asked calmly “What happened on the hunt Dean?”

He sighed and walked you towards your bed. You both sat down and you were eagerly waiting for him to speak.

“The hunt was great sweetheart.” He laughed a little. “The anomalies that were reported by Garth were indeed weird. Sam and I talked to the home owners and asked them to clear out their home for the evening. We thought it was a poltergeist or something. I had a psychic come over to do a reading of the house and there was nothing wrong. It was rather a new house built in early 2010s. White picket fence, wrap around porch. Nothing eerie. And these home owners were the first to live there.”

“What were the weird things they said were happening?”

“Their lights were flickering, but no cold spots were detected or EMF. The toys in one of the children’s bedrooms kept rearraigning themselves. And the funniest part was there were pop tarts and snacks missing in the kitchen”

You were confused. Snacks? Why would snacks be missing? Even if it was a child ghost, they cannot eat food. Right?

“Heh, I know what your thinking sweetheart. How can a child ghost eat snacks?”

You giggled a little.

“Then what was happening?”

“It was then we called you up. We wanted to see if there was a spell to summon the culprit that was causing this. We salted the den and completed the spell with your help. We then saw a bright light. Almost like a portal open. Our phones fritzed and I lost your call.”

You were curious at this point. “Then what happened?”

“There was a boy in his pjs. Maybe eight or nine years old. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Sam and I were confused. He did not look like a ghost or neither did he look like one of the kids living there. And the kicker? He was munching on a pop tart.”

What? A kid was summoned?

“Before Sam and I could speak or say anything the kid started talking and kept saying sorry that he stayed up past his bed time. We were both were very confused. The kid looked at Sam and called him “uncle Sammy.” Can you believe that?”

At this point you were so confused. How did the kid know Sam? You look at Dean like he grew a second head.

He snorted a little “Yeah, we were confused too. We didn’t want to spook the kid so I asked him what his name was and how he knew Sam and where his parents were. At this point the kid looked at me with an even stranger expression. He said “Daddy you know my name. Its Dax. I know uncle Sammy. He is your little brother. Just like I have a little sister, Diana. Mommy and auntie Eileen are at Uncle Sammy’s house drinking grown up juice. You and uncle Sammy were watching the football game earlier.” I did not know what was happening at this point. This kid was dropping names and making up scenarios. And he called me Daddy. Can you believe that?”

To say you were shocked is the least thing to describe what you were feeling. You were confused. Dean has a kid? No he has two kids? Dax and Diana? Those names..

Dean started speaking again. “Y/N I was shocked. He was calling me dad and Sam was confused at this point too. I was speechless. I could not talk anymore and was mumbling words like an idiot. Sam took over and he started talking to Dax. I was in a vacuum still trying to process till a small hand grabbed my hand. I looked down and saw a small girl. She was maybe three years old. She looked at me with those big eyes and started talking. “Daddy, tell Daxy to share his pop twarts with me” And I lost it. The air felt heavy and I rushed outside. After what felt like eons Sam walked out and I looked at him questioning what was happening. He asked me to come inside the house. When I walked in, I was shocked to see what was in front of my eyes. There stood me, a little older me with a beard. He was holding hands with Dax and Diana and saying something to Dax. I already had hands on my gun ready to draw. I wanted to protect Dax and Diana at this point. He looked at me said “Before you do something stupid, let me explain. I will put these two trouble makers to bed and come back.” And just like that he vanished with the kids. I started panicking wondering where this older me took the kids.”

You did not know what to believe. Two kids? Pop tarts? Another Dean? With a beard? God, you needed a drink.

You got up and grabbed the whiskey bottle in your room and chugged a few sips right out of the bottle. Dean seem to understand what was happening and gave you some time. After you felt the warmth of whiskey in your system you simply walked over to your bed and sat in front of Dean asking him silently to continue

“When he reappeared, he started to explain how he is not a shapeshifter or a monster. He was very calm about this. Like this happened before. He asked us if we had any questions. Like seriously? Of course we had many questions. I do not know why but the first thing I asked was if the kids were safe. He laughed a little and said of course they were. I asked him to explain what was going on. Not sure why I trusted him, but I did.

He said “Ugh, where do I start? This happened before. Not this exact scenario, but maybe at this point I need to make a video about time travel.” And the air went out of my lungs. Time travel? Are the angels messing with us again? He continued talking looking at me “And yes as you guessed I am from the future. Dax has recently gotten a hold of my wife’s spell book and figured out an easy way to time travel. He kept traveling back to this house in whatever this year is and messing with the things around the house. And yes, this will be our home in the future. We bought it when our wife was pregnant with Dax. Again, don’t faint on me. Yes, we are married to a wonderful lady.”

It felt like you were crushed by a truck. Dean was married. To a “wonderful lady” living in a house with a picket fence and wrap around porch with two perfect little kids. Were you jealous? Really? Now?

Dean started talking again. “I thought somebody was messing with me. I asked him for proof. Even older I never stopped rolling my eyes Y/N.” And he laughed a little. “He said he will be right back and came back with a photo frame. When I saw the picture, I was both shocked and happy.”

After a few moments have passed Dean asked me “Would you like to see the picture Y/N?”

Did you really want to see the picture? A picture of Dean’s happy family from the future? On one hand you were happy that Dean found a life where he is happily married with kids and on the other hand the green monster was bursting to come out. You simply nodded your head. Dean then turned his phone on and gave it to you. What you saw next was overwhelming. Your eyes were clouded with tears and your voice was stuck in your throat.

It was a picture of Dean and you. You were in a simple wedding gown, your hair down and had one hand around Dean’s neck staring into his eyes with a big smile on your face. Behind both of you was Cas with a smile on his face and to your side was Eileen and Sam standing next to Dean. The backdrop looked like the bunker’s library. Both Dean and your expressions were that of a couple who were just pronounced husband and wife.

You held the phone tighter maybe to make sure it wasn’t going to go away and slowly looked up at Dean. He had the same soft smile he had when we walked into the bunker earlier and first saw you.

“Sweetheart?” he said in a low voice not to scare you. The tears dropped from your eyes and they burned your face. You wanted to ask if this was true, or if he was messing with you. But your voice felt heavy and stuck in the throat. Dean slowly raised his hand to cup your cheek and said “Yes Y/N. This is true. You and I get married in the future. I didn’t ask my older self for dates or timelines. I didn’t want to know anymore. The moment I saw this picture I took a picture of it and wanted to see you right away. Sam and the older Dean spoke a little as if to hash out some final details and then we headed to the bunker right away. Sorry we didn’t answer your calls. Our phones stopped working when Dax first appeared and I didn’t bother to stop and contact you…”

Dean was cut off when you brought both your arms around his neck and sobbed. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. You wanted this to be real. You wanted all of this. Dax and Diana, those names make sense to you now. You once had a dream after you realized you had feelings for Dean a few years ago. In the dream you had two kids. Dax and Diana.

You kept whispering something to Dean. He could not understand you. He pulled you away a little and held your face in both his hands stared into your eyes and asked “What is it sweetheart?” You finally gathered some energy to speak and asked him “Do you want this to be real? Do you want to that photo to be real?”

Without missing a beat, he replied “Absolutely.”

Without another thought you crashed your lips against him. He stumbled back a little, but held your body closer to his and deepened the kiss. Just then you knew with all your heart that you will marry the love of your life. You will have two beautiful children with him. You will have a white picket fence and a home to grow old together. You just knew then where you would be in 10 years.

[rina-writes]

November

A/N: I have been patiently waiting for someone to do a no-nut November with Jack. *Thanos voice* Fine, I’ll do it myself

Warnings: SMUT (light degrading, body fluids, oral giving and receiving, penetration), 18+, DNI if you are a minor or sex makes you feel uncomfortable, AFAB!reader

Summary: Jack and his friends have a bet going: whoever completes no-nut November wins. Everyone expected Jack to be out of the running, but he’s the only one without even as much of a slip up.  Falling behind, Urban and Druski partner up to get Jack his Kryptonite, you.

You knew this was a set up the moment the call flashed on your screen. Urban never FaceTime’d you before.  In fact, the only conversations you had were when you emerged from Jack’s bedroom in the wee hours of the morning to get a drink of water.  The conversations weren’t awkward, despite him just coming from his midnight pee and you wearing the clothes his best friend entered the house wearing. As a thank you for not making it a big deal, you would leave a portion of the breakfast for Urban on the side.  The added bonus was Jack’s little frumpy face when he denied that he was disappointed the breakfast wasn’t just for him. You never even stuck around long enough to see if Urban ate the food. You were usually out the door and on with the rest of your day the moment the last dish was dry.

You checked your appearance in the mirror. You had just come home from school/work, so you still looked presentable. You fluffed your hair and patted your lips together to distribute the last bit of lip gloss across your lips.  You opened the call and smiled.

“Hi?” You asked, not masking your confusion.

“Hey, Y/N!” Urban said with a smile.

You hadn’t seen him from this angle. Or, in the daylight. And you realized he was pretty cute. The long sandy blonde hair, bright greenish-blue eyes and the full pink lips made him seem more like a Cali surfer boy than a photographer from Kentucky. His signature bucket hat obscured part of his forehead, but you could still see the mischief dancing in his shaded eyes. You also noticed that there was a someone sitting next to him, but only the person’s arm was in your view.

“What’s up?” You asked, dragging your words out with a wave of your head. It was your indication that you wanted to cut to the chase.

“How’s it going?” Urban asked.

“Man, come on--” You heard someone say off camera.  You recognized the voice immediately and already started laughing. Druski knew how to make an appearance.

Urban’s phone was ripped from his fingers. You saw Urban and Druski fighting over the phone, the camera blurring everything. You laughed a bit harder, walking around your apartment as you continued the rest of your routine. You figured this would be awhile.

Finally, Druski came into frame. His dark brown eyes gave Urban his signature side eye. You realized that Druski was cute too.  He dressed well, knowing how to lift his caramel complexion with warm colors. His smile  brightened up his whole face and was infectious. He was a great hugger too, always happy to give a hug even you two only met a couple of times. 

Gosh, it’s been so long that you’ve been laid that you’re simping over Jack’s friends.  Two people you never thought about hooking up with prior to this dry spell.

Jack’s friends. Jack. It had been a few weeks since he had asked you to meet up with him. Sure, he was on tour, but that never stopped from flying you to his next stop for a night of fun. Your first thought was that if Jack didn’t hurry up, you may very well take up these dudes on whatever offer just to get some.  Your second, much much less horny, thought was that perhaps there was something wrong with Jack and they needed your help.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Y/N.” Druski said, clearing his throat. “We don’t want to waste too much of your time, but we are kind of in a bind here.”

“Well, if it’s in my power to help, I’ll be glad to assist.” You said, sitting down on a chair.

“Trust me, you’re the only one who can save us now.” Druski looked to the sky like he was waiting for a sign from God and you chuckled.  There was something about funny men, and this dude was funny. 

Druski continued, his expression getting a bit more serious, but still a hint of mischief lingered in his smirk.  “I’m sure a cultured lady like yourself has heard of No Nut November?”

“Uh huh...” You nodded, looking suspicious.

“Well, a couple of us guys have a bet going to see who can go the longest.” Druski explained. “Now, you know how Jack is. We all thought he would be out of the running by November 2nd. But somehow, he is still holding on.”

“I see...” You bit your lip, wondering what your part was in all of this.

“Now, it’s down to Jack and one of the other dudes from PG. But honestly, I don’t think that guy is going to hold out for long.” Druski shook his head.

“The guy’s girlfriend is coming to town.” Urban added, sticking his head into the camera, but you could only see his left eyebrow. “We basically have till Saturday to make sure that Jack breaks down and then we all lose the bet.”

“Oh boy...” You knew where this was going now. “...you better not be saying what I think you’re saying.”

“We need you to seduce Jack.” Druski said it so seriously you thought you were about to take an oath or something. “Our dignities and wallets depend on this.”

“I have so many questions.” You made a confused laugh. “First off, why me?”

Druski’s eyebrows wiggled and even Urban leaned more into the camera to look at you.  You blushed a little bit, suddenly feeling embarrassed. 

“When you sleep with Jack, he’s like a new person.” Druski shook his head with a laugh. The deep throaty laugh he makes when he knows something the other person doesn’t. “He is addicted to you. And, like don’t take this the wrong way because you are very fine, but there are other fine women Jack is around and he doesn’t get giddy like he does with you.”

Normally, you would gloat a bit. Say something like “Well you know I have a certain, how do you say, je ne sais quoi.”  But you were too embarrassed under their gaze. I mean, Jack doesn’t kiss and tell, but you were sure there were things he may have mentioned that you had done. You didn’t want to say anything that revealed anymore.

“That’s flattering...” You recovered a bit from the straightforward remarks. “...but why is it so important? How much did you bet?”

“$100,000.” Urban said so quickly that you thought you misheard it.

You choked on your spit. “100 Gs?” You asked to which both men nodded.

“We were messing around, put a bunch of money in and now here we are.” Druski groaned loudly. “Christmas is coming up, Y/N. I can’t afford to be tossing a few thou’ because Jack refuses to choke the bishop in the next couple of weeks.”

“That’s a good point!” You thought out loud. “How do you know he hasn’t jerked off or something?”

“Because he keeps going on and on about it.” Urban complained, taking the phone back. “Like on the one hand, he’s really cranky all the time because he hasn’t relieved any stress. On the other hand, he keeps talking about all this clarity because he isn’t clouding his mind. He has too much pride to keep up the charade if he failed.”

“So, if I do this, the worst is that you all get your money back?” You asked. 

Both men nodded.

“Well, what’s in it for me?” You smiled a bit. “I mean Jack isn’t going to fly me out and I believe you are in--” 

You paused to look it up, but Urban answered for you. “Miami.”

“That’s pretty pricey, especially at this time of year.” You shook your head with a whistle. “I don’t know if I could afford that.”

Whether you could or not was irrelevant. It was important to get something out of this. You weren’t going to just be a booty call. Especially if Jack wasn’t even the one making the call.  You appreciated the casual relationship you both had, but you had to show you were still a top-dollar gal.

“I mean, you get to have a great time with Jack?” Druski offered. “Isn’t that enough?”

“Nice try.” You smiled. “Look I need to get a flight, a place to stay because I can’t guarantee that I will be with Jack the whole time, and spending money for me to use to get ready. My hair and nails need to be done. I also may want to buy a few pieces to wow him too.”

“How much money we talking here?” Druski asked.

“Less than 100K.” You smirked.

There was a silence. You could tell they had muted and were deliberating between themselves. You sat there, unbothered, it was none of your concern.

“Alright.” Urban said, “We can cover your flight and a hotel for the weekend. So, you fly in Friday afternoon and leave Sunday evening. We can also give you $2,500 to spend on whatever you need for the...eh...you know.”

“$3500.” You took a negotiations class, you knew how this worked.

“$3,000.” Urban said back.

“Deal.” You grinned. “Pleasure doing business with you, gentleman.”

“Trust us, the pleasure will be all Jack’s.” Druski said with a big grin.

Jack was feeling great. When he woke up it was a bit rough. He had a morning wood and it took everything out of him not to just relieve himself. But, once he resisted, he felt like he could take over the world. He was enjoying the after party to one of his shows. Technically, it was the after-after party. They rented out the lounge inside of their hotel to just chill with a smaller circle. It was his PG guys, his team, and some beautiful ladies hoping to get lucky. 

Most of the guys had already tapped out of no nut November and were more than happy to flirt. Jack kept his resolve. He sat in his chair and nursed his drink. He was laughing and joking with everyone comfortably. He saw someone being allowed in and his blue eyes naturally glanced over to see who it was.  His jaw dropped.

You walked in with a couple of women he didn’t recognize. The women waved over to some of the other ladies in the room, dragging you along with them. You were wearing a skin-tight violet mini dress with tiny spaghetti straps that left very little to imagination. Your heels made your legs look long. Your hair was up and you were wearing his favorite lip stick color on you: a pinky coral. Jack licked his lips, his eyes dancing between your chest and your backside, unsure of which ones to go for first.

A tent was growing in Jack’s pants and he swallowed hard. How did you get here? He did everything in his power to make sure you didn’t show up. He was going to bust just having you in the room.

You pretended to be enthralled in the conversation with the other women, but in reality, you were looking at Jack from the corner of your eye. It seemed to be working. He had finally closed his mouth after staring at you for at least two minutes. You couldn’t believe Druski doubted you. The set up of having some of his female friends meet you and bring you to the party was what made this seem really spontaneous. You were also glad you splurged on hair and nails. It made your confidence soar so you weren’t worried about your curves in your teeny dress.

You finally looked at Jack, making sure to make eye contact. You smiled brightly, not even pretending to do the “I had no idea you were here.” You strolled over to him confidently. Jack stood up as you walked meet to him.

He looked good. Very good. His beard was neatened, his light brown curls were popping and he had on those rimless glasses that made him look like a sexy hipster. He was wearing a sleeveless black mock neck, dark jeans and a black blazer. You couldn’t wait to rip off every piece of clothing.

Jack gave you a hug, his hand lingering on your lower back. You felt his hand rub gently back and forth on the space. You smiled to yourself. That’s right, Jack, no panty line. What could that mean?

“Hey, what brings you here?” Jack asked, pulling back from the hug.

“Girls weekend.” You said gesturing to the group of girls. “One of them said that Druski was having a party and I crossed my fingers that you would be here.”

“Yeah?” Jack asked.

You danced your fingers up his chest until they reached his chin, playing with his beard. “I mean, you haven’t called me in so long. I figured it would be about time I find you myself.”

“Well...” Jack smirked. “You’ve never been this eager before. Your other guys not doing for you?”

“No one does it like Jack Harlow.” You looked up at him through your lashes.  

Jack swallowed hard. “Is that right, baby girl?” He asked.

You ears perked up.  That was his pet name for you when he wanted to do the nasty. You wondered if it was conscious.

“That’s right.” You looked at him expectantly. Jack liked girls who knew what they wanted, but he liked to be the one to take charge. You were waiting for him to take the bait.

Jack cleared his throat. “Well, how have you been?”

You frowned. Jack didn’t do small talk when he was horny. What the heck was this? “I’m good. School’s/Work’s alright.”

“Yeah?” Jack nodded intently. “Same here. You know, I am on a real high right now. The guys and I are doing no nut November and my mind is so clear. I just like drink tea, meditate...”

You nodded politely, your eyes darting around the room, noticeably. They fell on Urban who was doing his best not to look at you. Good. He follows directions well.  Jack’s voice trailed off when he saw you looking in Urban’s direction.

“Is, uhm, Urban doing the challenge as well?” You asked.

“He was, but he failed a couple weeks ago.” Jack chuckled. “He got a lap dance--”

“Uh huh.” You said, cutting him off.  You never cut Jack off and you felt bad about it. But, desperate times.

“Why?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

You peeled your eyes away from Urban to look at Jack. “Look, I’m really happy for you and...your clarity. But, I am not doing this little challenge. I came here hoping to having a good time.” You turned your attention back to Urban as you added, “I’m happy to talk about your clarity during pillow talk in December, but mama needs to work the room if I am going to leave here with anyone.”

“And you want, Urb?” Jack asked, his voice a bit higher than usual.

You quirked a brow and looked at Jack. “Is that a problem?”

“Uhm, yeah?” Jack folded his arms. “He’s my best friend. Have I ever slept with one of your friends?”

“Probably.” You shrugged.  You and Jack weren’t a couple, nor exclusive. You didn’t rule it out.

“Well...” Jack knowing he couldn’t rule it out either added, “not your best friend, I’m sure.”

“Jack, you don’t even know my best friend.” You laughed. “It’s nothing personal, Jack. It’s just, well, I don’t know anyone here. I much rather go to the room of someone I at least kinda know. Wouldn’t you want me to be safe?”

“Yes.” The response was terse and through gritted teeth.

You reached up and stroked Jack’s jaw. You lifted upward to kiss his cheek and turned to walk toward Urban. You had briefed Urban on the plan. In the likely chance Jack rejected your initial advances, you would go over to Urban and flirt. The most you would do is sit in his lap. You expected Jack would peel you away before you had to do anything else. Worst case, you would leave the room with Urban and stake out Jack’s room for when Jack ultimately retreated.

None of that happened.

Your foot lifted to walk away and before it hit the ground, Jack’s hand on your waist spun you to him. The whole room was turning as you lightly slammed into his chest.

“I don’t like sharing.” He said, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. “Now, baby girl, say goodbye to your friends.”

He pushed you toward the exit, his hand firm in the small of your back. You felt like you were on an amusement park ride the way he pushed you so quickly. You waved at the girls and you swore you heard a high five between some of the guys behind you. You didn’t really care, your real payment was about to hit.

You waited by the elevator in silence. You could tell Jack was mad, but you couldn’t tell if it was “defile you in the elevator” mad or “wait till we get in this room” mad. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the elevator door opening. Jack smacked your ass so hard it almost echoed.

It was definitely “wait til we get in this room” mad.

You were shaking with anticipation. You rode to the top floor, still silent. You reached your hand over to touch Jack’s groin and he hissed.

“Don’t you dare...” He turned to you, staring down at you from under his glasses. “You’re mine tonight. You’ll do what I say and only what I say.”

You retracted that hand so quick. 

He grabbed your chin, his gaze only intensifying. “You’re going to make this night worth $100,000.”

“I’ll make it worth a billion, baby, I promise.” You said, embarrassed by the desperation in your voice.

Jack smiled a naughty smile. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

The doors opened and you were pushed out once more. He pushed you to his room. You stood there obediently while he opened the door. 

“Go.” He said once the door opened. 

You walked in fully bracing yourself. Jack came at you like linebacker. You were lifted into the air and tackled on the bed. He was panting when he looked down at you. Surprisingly, he looked calculated despite his animalistic display. He grabbed your face to keep you facing forward, as though you would look away.

“You came all this way to get f*cked by me, huh, princess?” He asked.

His other hand played with the hem of your dress. “Looking so good for me. Testing me.” He gave your neck an open, wet kiss before sucking on it harshly.

You gasped. It tickled and hurt at the same time. It felt too good.

“You think I don’t know?” Jack spoke in between sucks. “That you were bluffing. Teasing me. Trying to push me. You’ve been very bad.”

You became increasingly aware of the wetness developing down below. He knew exactly what to say to rile you up. He was also taking his sweet time because he knew it drove you wild.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He asked. You nodded, your cheeks hot and your neck spotted from Jack’s tongue.

He leaned back, his knees on either side of your body, as he stared down at you. He slowly removed his blazer and tossed on the chair near his bed. You clenched your fists, resisting the urge to touch him. Jack smiled, grabbing your hand.

“Such a good girl.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. He then brought it to his crotch.

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t remember the last time Jack was this hard. He let go of your hand and folded his arms. You waited, not moving your hand, but feeling him pulse underneath your palm through the fabric of his jeans.

“Well?” Jack asked, quirking a brow. 

You looked at him confused. He bucked his hips into your hands and you coughed lightly; surprised at the force. You sat up, kicking off your shoes before turning on your stomach. You got on your knees running your hands up Jack’s stomach to his shoulders, your whole body moving up his as well. You stared at his lips and leaned in for a kiss.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” He asked, his voice deep and hard.

You shook your head, trying to hide your pout. Jack grabbed the back of your head and crashed your lips onto his. You let out a grateful moan and he took the chance to stick his tongue in your mouth. Your tongue played with his while your lips also tried to capture his bottom one. The kiss was messy and exhilarating. He pulled you back by your hair. His eyes were clouded with lust and you loved it. You slowly rubbed down his body to his crotch. You looked up at him and he nodded with a grunt.

You unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You pulled it down to pool at his knees and licked your lips. You pulled down his draws. His cock popped out, brushing your nose. You fought back a giggle. Jack would not tolerate a laugh right now, even if you just got boinked by his dick. You opened your mouth to take the tip inside. Jack pulled you back by your hair again.

“You better not bend my shit, baby girl.” Jack said, looking down at you.

“I know what I’m doing.” You said, a little offended.

“Do you?” He teased.

“Never complained before, sir.” And with that you sucked on the tip of his cock.

He sucked air in through his teeth as he gripped your hair tightly. You alternated between sucking the tip and letting your tongue circle around it. You massaged the base of his cock, using your saliva as lube to get more traction. Jack was a mess. It was like he couldn’t remember anything besides your name and the feeling of your mouth. His grip on your hair turned into a scalp massage as you went on. You felt the familiar twitch in Jack’s cock and pulled back. You knew Jack liked to release inside you and Jack was very serious about condoms. No one was getting a trap baby out of him.

“Not yet, princess.” Jack said, pumping his cock, smirking at you. “Open wide.”

Your eyebrows went up and you tried to hide your smile as you opened your mouth. Jack spurted a hot load that seemed to fill your mouth to the brim. You swallowed it, trying to hide your alarm. He was moaning up a storm. It was like he emptied everything his balls had to offer over the last 30 seconds.

“You did so well.” He cooed. He pushed you back on the bed. “Now, for your reward.”

Jack had magic hands. You swore they were his best gift. He knew how to touch you in all the right places. He lifted the dress up over your head and ogled you. He smiled.

“This doesn’t really cover much.” He remarked at your tiny thong. You didn’t share that it wasn’t the most comfortable fabric, but it made your ass look great so you wore it anyway. 

“All for you, Jack.” You moaned out instead.

Jack massaged your shoulders and your arms. He reached behind you to undo your bra and tossed it to the side. His hands immediately grabbed your breasts to massage. He took his time, kneading the mounds of flesh, occasionally brushing your nipples with his fingers. He took your right nipple into his mouth and suck it gently, but purposefully, his tongue twirling around it. You clenched your thighs together and moaned out. Jack responded by tweaking your left nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Once he felt satisfied, he moved to the next nipple.

By the time he was done with your breasts, you were already seeing stars. He kissed down your stomach and then looked at you.

“On all fours.” You turned around at his command as quickly as you could in your dazed state.

Jack stared at the curve of your butt with appreciation. He gave you a one of your butt cheeks a hard slap. You moaned softly.

“That’s for cutting me off earlier.” He said, gruffly. 

He slapped the other cheek. “That’s for insinuating you wanted to f*ck, Urb.”

He slapped both cheeks causing you to yelp loudly. “and that’s for being such a good girl just now.”

He laughed a bit before sticking his tongue in your wet core from the back. You arched your back as you let out the loudest moan. You were soaked already, but it seemed your body was ready to do more just for Jack. He reached around your thigh to massage your clit while his tongue jammed into you. Your throat felt dry and you realized at that moment you were screaming. Jack never told you to be quiet. He loved your noises and being free to make them just encouraged you to be louder.

You were getting close and Jack could tell. Since his tongue and fingers on your clit clearly wasn’t enough, he reached forward and started to tweak one of your nipples. That did it. Your body caved and the orgasm was so hard you fell on your stomach. Jack let you lay there while he got up to get a condom. 

“You got me hard again, baby girl.” He said, the pride evident in his voice.

He was back on top of you before you came down from your high. He coaxed you to turn on your back and he did. Staring up at him was too much. You tried to cover you face with your arm but he pulled it away.

“Don’t be shy now.” He teased. “Weren’t shy in the room strutting you stuff.”

“I’m shy cause it’s you.” You admitted, knowing Jack loved it when you confessed things like that.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He asked, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Yeah...” You whispered. You gave another nod signaling for him to enter you.

You both moaned in sync. Him because you were so wet he just sunk in. You because he was so hard that he filled you up immediately. Jack tossed your legs over his shoulders and thrusted into you.

“Yes, yes yes...” You chanted in sync with his thrusts only edging him on more.

He watched everything: your blown out eyes, the shake of your body, the arch of your back. It never failed to mesmerize him. That’s why he came back to you time and time again.

“I’m close....” You muttered.

Jack pulled out and you whimpered. You actually whimpered. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t disappointed.

“Come on,” Jack said switching positions so you were on top. “If you want it, work for it.”

And that you did. You put your hands on his chest and rode him like your life depended on it. Jack struggled to match your pace at first, but soon you were in sync once more. The only thing you could hear was your moans, his grunts, and the sound of slapping skin.

“God you take me so well.” Jack said, sitting up on his elbows to see the process of being enveloped by you over and over.

“It’s yours, Jack.” You groaned. “All for you.”

“Damn straight.” He said, his head hitting the bed again as he grabbed your hips to guide you.

You clenched around him and Jack watched as you tossed your head back. He gritted his teeth as he released, holding you down to his hips. You both let out a moan, holding still until you felt your orgasms subside.

You got off Jack and laid next to him. You needed a break, and you had about fifteen minutes before he got hard again and wanted another round.  Jack opened his arm, signaling that you could lay on his chest. You did, not wasting the opportunity to lightly stroke his cock while you did.

“Be honest, how much did Druski pay you to ruin the bet?” Jack asked, a tease in his voice.

You  kept your best poker face as you lifted your head to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, princess.” Jack said, giving your forehead a kiss. “You coming here short notice like this. The fact that I’m the only one who was going strong. This has Druski written all over it.”

“I plead the fifth.” You said, putting your head back down.

“Alright, at least tell me how he got your number.” Jack insisted. That was jealous Jack speaking.

“I can’t reveal my sources.” You shook your head.

Jack’s hand snaked between your legs and rubbed your inner thigh. “Hmm, Urb must have been in on it then. That’s why you targeted him.  And he probably has your number.”

Gosh, he was good.

“Does it matter?” You asked sitting up.  “The night’s young and you have me for the rest of the weekend.”

Your hand went from stroking him to full out fisting him. Jack was already pretty hard.  He was ready to go again.

Jack leaned in and kissed you deeply. “I can’t wait. Hope you’re ready, princess.”

~

A/N: Oof that was long to write in just one shot. I kept going back up and adding more warnings as I wrote lmao. I proofread lightly, but apologies for typos. Hope I didn’t miss any warnings and everyone who made it down here enjoyed the ride. Happy November!

[paisley-print]

Chapter Four

Rating: 18+

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader X Ezra

This is a sequel to the MIDNIGHT Series

Rated TV MA. Heavy trigger warning. Infidelity, miscarriage,couples therapy, domestic violence, pregnancy,  spouse death.

Note: Sorry about grammar / spelling I wanted to get this chapter out and I had almost no time to edit how I usually do. Please point out if something is super not correct.

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The car ride to the therapist’s office was rather awkward. Jack had a nervous habit of talking in order to fill uncomfortable silence, but you simply had no desire to speak with him. Once he figured out that you were not a willing participant in the conversation he would turn the radio on; and the two of you would go the remainder of the ride in silence. 

You looked over at him now, sitting opposite of you in the waiting room. You watched as he bounced his leg nervously and scrolled through his phone. Work emails probably. 

The door opened. You looked up to see Rose, your therapist. She was wearing a floor length poncho dress with a chunky necklace. Her long grey hair was held up by reading glasses on the top of hr head. 

You smiled when you saw her and stood. 

“Y/N,” she said, greeting you, “and you must be Jackson.”

“How do you do, ma’am?” Jack smiled, taking the hat off his head out of curtsy.  

“Do you prefer Jack or Jackson?” Rose asked.

“Well, most everybody calls me Jack.”

“Jack it is,” Rose said with a cheery voice. “Well won’t you two come in? Take a seat wherever.”

Rose ushered you into her office. Small lamps gave the room light. There was a sofa and in front of that an armchair. You and Jack took your seats on opposite sides of the couch while Rose chose the armchair. 

You watched as she settled in, picking up a notepad and a pen from a side table, then resting them on her lap. 

“So, before I begin, I would like to say that whatever information you tell me will stay between us. Do you understand?”

The two of you nodded.

“Now” she continued “would you please tell me what brings the two of you here today? I know a bit, but I want to get a full picture.”

You looked at Jack; he was hunched over, one arm crossed in front of his body, the other resting on his chin. 

You took it upon yourself to answer, “we are newly divorced and are having a baby.”

Rose looked at Jack and waited for a moment before speaking, “Jack may I ask why you look so stressed right now?”

Jack cleared his throat and sat back a little, “I’m - just not used to this is all.”

“Not used to what?” Rose asked.

“Well, ya’ know talking about all this.”

“You mean about your feelings?” Rose asked.

Jack nodded and scratched his cheek awkwardly. The 007 cowboy finally met his match, and it’s name was therapy. 

“Well, this is just the first session” Rose pointed out, “I would encourage you to be as open as you would like. Why are you here today, Jack?”

He drew in a breath “to make amends with her before the baby comes.”

“Why is that important for you to do?” Rose asked.

“Because, I don’t want - my mother and father didn’t quite get along when I was younger and I don’t want to repeat the cycle. I know I need to become a better man before I am a father and I’d like to start with the person I feel I’ve done the most wrong too.” 

You looked at Jack. This was only the second time you had ever heard him speak about his father. You knew Jack’s father was absent for a portion of his life, but you never knew why - that was the one subject he had always refused to share with you. 

“In what way do you feel like you’ve done her wrong?” Rose asked.

He drew in a slow breath and sat back in the chair, his hands rumbling along his thighs. “Well, you see that, is uh, there’s a lot too that question-”

“Then why don’t you start from the beginning? How did the two of you meet?” Rose asked. 

“A new year’s eve party,” you responded. "We had a sexual relationship for about a year and we were- I guess exclusive.” 

You looked over at Jack, who nodded.

You continued, “I found out I was pregnant and he proposed because of that. We got married, and I had a - we lost the baby soon after.”

Rose nodded and jotted a few things down. “I do want to touch on that, but let’s go back for one moment. Did you two do other things outside of the sexual component of the relationship?”

“Yes,” you said, “we would do stuff together all the time.”

“Would you have considered that dating?” Rose asked.

You looked at Jack, letting him answer this one. 

“I didn’t want to call it dating,” he said. 

Rose jotted more things down. "And why not?”

Jack scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not sure.” 

“Jackson is a widower,” you offered. 

“I see,” Rose said, “so in a way, you felt like you were disrespecting your first wife by acknowledging your commitment to Y/N?”

Jack nodded.

Rose crossed her legs and looked up, lifting her glasses onto her head. “So we have quite a bit to discuss here, actually.”

“Your first wife. What was her name?” Rose asked. 

“Emily,” Jack responded. 

“And how long has she been deceased?” 

At that question a look crossed Jack’s face that you couldn’t quite place, embarrassment.....irony.....disgust perhaps? You weren’t quite sure.

“Coming up on twenty-three years in September,” Jack said, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. 

“And you never had a serious relationship between that and meeting Y/N?”

“No,  ma’am” Jack said.

“And you and your first wife, you were the same age?”

Jack nodded “yes mam.”

“Okay,” Rose said, addressing you again, “so the two of you got married.”

“We got married,” you repeated, “and we lost the baby at nineteen weeks.”

Rose’s eyebrows knit together,  “you were fairly far along”

You nodded.

“That must have been a very traumatic experience for the two of you,” Rose acknowledged.

You felt tears well in corners of your eyes and your throat constricted as you tried to speak. “It uh, wasn’t good. He just - shut down completely after that. I mean, I get why, I think it dug up feelings from his son, but I really needed him, you know? And he wasn’t there. So I felt like I did something wrong and he hated me and I had to go through it alone.”

Jack reached for a box of tissues that were on the side table next to him and handed them to you, refusing to meet your eye.

Rose regarded Jack, speaking in a soft voice, “Jack?”

Jack shook his head. “I I wasn’t upset with you, ever, I just…. everything was so.... I apologize I made you feel like that..... I just couldn’t.....” he trailed off.

“Acknowledge it?” Rose chimed in, offering him a conclusion to his sentence.

Jack nodded.

“Would you say you have a habit of doing that? Not acknowledging situations that hurt?” Rose asked. 

Jack let out a bitterly amused huff. “I guess so.”

“What happened after that?” Rose asked.

You looked at Jack, tears still streaming down your face, this was his part to tell. You watched as he hesitated, sat up and pulled a hand across his face. 

“I had an affair,” Jack said finally.

It was the first time you ever heard him speak those words...and it tore your heart open all over again.

“So you were intimate with another woman?” Rose asked.

Jack swallowed hard. “I never slept with her, but I did have physical contact with her once before Y/N knew about her.”

“If you knew you were having an emotional affair that was leading to something physical, why didn’t you ask for a divorce prior?” 

“Because... I” Jack stuttered trying to formulate a response. 

You chimed in, “I think it was because of my business. I had a bakery that burned down a few months after the miscarriage. I had sunk my entire savings into it. He was doing me a favor I guess.”

“It wasn’t just that,” Jack said. “I still loved you and I didn’t- It was more complicated than that.”

“I remember,” Rose said, looking at you “from our first session, you mentioned that you also had an emotional affair?”

You nodded. “We kissed once. That was the extent of it, but I did have feelings for him.”

“When did the two of you finally decide to get divorced?” Rose asked.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, then looked at Jack. You watched him close his eyes and wince as if the memory was inflicting physical pain.

“I hit her,” he finally said, not opening his eyes.

“He slapped me, and I shoved him first,” you chimed in. 

“Y/N-” Jack said in protest.

You kept on “no Jackson, she needs the complete story. We can’t fix this until we both can own up to what we did wrong. There was this box of things from his first wedding. He had it out, and I ruined it - threw it up against the wall.”

“Lets not minimize,” Rose pointed out. "Putting hands on someone in anger is a pretty serious offense. One that I am not sure can be redeemed even in a co-parenting sense. The two of you need extensive one-on-one counseling to control these reactions to negative emotions.... Because if there is domestic violence in the home, whether that be the two of you to each other, or one of you to another spouse, the first thing they will do is take the child out of that situation. The two of you need to be very clear about the fact that if this happens again, legal action will need to be taken. There is no way around this.” Rose paused, sighing. “Now I understand you are pregnant again?”

You nodded, feeling very ashamed and embarrassed by all of this. 

“How is that?” Rose asked. 

“Hard,” you confessed, “very hard. “I don’t think I even feel like I’m pregnant outside of the physical symptoms. I don’t even think about it... I don’t even consider it a baby.”

“Why do you think that is?” Rose asked. 

“because I’m scared” you said simply “If I get attached to it and something happens... I think Jack does the same thing, but to be fair he lost two...” 

“Well, the two of you have months to process this. In the short term, it is a normal reaction. However, in the next few months I do want to work with you on forming that bond with the baby. I think It would help you feel less alone as well.” Rose said. 

She pushed her glasses back down on her head and took up her notebook again, looking it over before speaking. “I want to circle back a bit to acknowledge that the two of you have a pretty substantial age gap. How does that affect your relationship with each other in a platonic sense?”

You thought for a moment “it was only a problem sometimes.”

“In what way?” Rose asked.

“He would tell me I was acting like a child as an insult,” you said. 

“How did that make you feel?” Rose asked. 

“It pissed me off, because it was literally the one thing I had no control over,” you said.

“Jack?” Rose asked. 

“It was a poor choice of words” he confessed,  “I was trying to point out that she was acting irrational in those moments - I don’t view her as younger than me or less than me. Never have. One of the things that drew me to her in the first place was that she was so independent and driven. She had a plan for herself.”

“But” Rose said  “do you acknowledge that there are inherent power structures within these types of relationships, even if they are platonic?” 

He nodded “yes ma’am I do.”

“Are the two of you in relationships now?” Rose asked.

“I’m not,” you said.

Jack cleared his throat. “I’m married.”

“To the woman you had the affair with?” Rose asked. 

Jack nodded “yes.”

Rose drew in a deep breath. "Okay, so there are many layers here. Some are very concerning, may I say. I do have hope that the two of you could co parent effectively, but it will take work. I need to have one-on-one sessions with the both of you as well. Is that something the two of you are willing to do?”

You both nodded. 

In the next part of the session, Rose talked about establishing effective communication, boundaries, and de-escalation tactics for arguments. In all, it was a productive meeting and went much better than you had imagined. 

It was dark by the time the two of you were driving home. His car was the only one on the road. 

“Thank you,” you said, breaking the silence. “I appreciate that you participated.”

“You don’t have to thank me, we both know I shoulda’ went a long time ago.” 

Another silence fell over the car. He had on a country station that the two of you would listen to often. 

“I don’t really know what to say,” you confessed.

“Me either,” he laughed.

“Hows statesmen?” You asked, the name tasted bitter in your mouth. They had known about your existence and still let all of that take place...... Still, though, their achievement was admirable. 

“Champ is stepping down by the end of the year,” Jack said.

“Do you know who is going to replace him?” 

Jack shook his head. “I stay out of that kinda stuff.”

“Yeah, I know.....but I mean, it could be you.”

Jack shrugged. “Ehh,… I’m not sure if I’d want that job anyway.”

You knew he was lying, he wanted the job very badly. Jack just couldn’t let himself seem excited by the prospect in case it went to someone else. You knew he would get it, he was one of the best agents they had. 

Another lengthy silence followed. That familiar sense of loss took hold of you once more. You did not want to be with him anymore but a part of you wondered what your life would have been like if Emily had not entered the picture. You drove yourself mad thinking about it sometimes, usually late at night before you surrendered yourself to sleep.

You would often construct full worlds with him that you could escape into to take away the hurt, this started long before the divorce though….

When he finally spoke his voice was just above a whisper “I feel like I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for everything I’ve done but never come close.”

“Yeah,” you said, “you probably will.”

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i still cant get over this joshua hong pic + he replied to soooo many carats that night like he was drunk bec its the first time?!?!? hahaha. id like to req a fluff with a drunk bf!shua drunk texting/calling y/n (or can u use my name Sae 🙈) thank you 🤍🤍🤍

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pairing: idol!joshua x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: eating, alcohol consumption word count: 495

💌: hello! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you forgive me for my poor attempt at writing a drunk shua lol. please enjoy this as a late holiday gift + celebratory joshua scenario! happy birthday joshua! <3

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Joshua couldn’t celebrate his birthday with you because he had a photoshoot and recording to attend to. It was unfortunate because you thought you could spend it with him for the first time in a while knowing that they have chosen to excuse themselves from performing at any year-end concerts. Well, that didn’t mean work had to stop thus the photoshoot and recording. However, it was also alright because you know he’s enjoying what he’s doing with his best friends. You’re also rest assured that at the end of the day, he will never forget to at least give you a call or most importantly, come home to you. 

It’s past midnight and your phone is buzzing and ringing from multiple notifications. 

jisoo loml [12:04 am]: sae

jisoo  loml [12:04 am]: bae

jisoo loml [12:05 am]: BABE

jisoo loml [12:06]: asrry… SORRY.,..

He’s definitely drunk by how he’s struggling to form correctly spelled words. You giggle at your boyfriend’s attempt to communicate what he’s trying to say. He could just give you a call instead, but you guess the options are not so easy to differentiate from with his hazy mind. 

You let him continue before finding the perfect time to return his messages. As you wait, your phone dings again and lo and behold, Joshua sent an attachment. A drunk yet handsome picture, making your smile widen. 

You finally decide to call him to greet him another happy birthday aside from the love letter you left inside his backpack earlier. 

“Baby!~”

You smile and hold your phone closer to your ear. “How’s my birthday boy?”

“Hmmm,” Joshua dreamily hums and you can imagine him smiling with his eyes closed. “I’m having dinner with Dokyeom right now.”

“You mean having a drink, right?” You correct him and look at the clock placed above your television, reading the time once again. “It’s way past regular hours for a restaurant to be open right now.”

Joshua bursts into a fit of giggles and you couldn’t hold your laughter at the sound. He is so drunk and you can’t wait to tell him about this once he’s sober. You can hear Dokyeom giggling along with him as he says hi to you. 

“I wish you’re here,” Joshua suddenly grumbles and you can tell he’s pouting. “We’re drinking your favorite drink and eating the best food ever.”

“We can always go back and eat there, baby,” you promise with a sigh. You miss him terribly and it has only been a day. “In the meantime, just enjoy, alright? Eat and drink the good stuff for both of us.

“I love you,” he whispers, genuine and sweet. A profession he never fails to say.  “So much.”

“I know and I love you too,” you reply in a heartbeat. “Happy birthday Jisoo.”

Joshua hums in delight at the sound of your voice saying his name. “Thank you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

And see you he did.

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Reader x Doctor Strange

Summary: Okay, so I was watching Doctor Strange last week, and this scene came up and I just-

Stephen and his apprentice Y/N join the Avengers at Stark Tower. A friendly competition ensues where the sorcerers’ musical knowledge is put to the test. Yes, they’re only friends, but Y/N feels something more for her mentor. Will hidden affections finally come to light through a bit of music?

Of course, Tony, Natasha, Peter, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Steve, and Wanda all have a little something to say... yeah, essentially the whole gang.

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We’ll put out to sea

and we’ll perfect our chemistry.

And by and by we’ll defy

A little bit of gravity...

“‘Kokomo’, released July 1988 by The Beach Boys. Album title; Still Cruisin’. Really Stark, I thought you said it would be a hard one this time.”

Tony paused the stereo, and turned to Stephen, a triumphant smirk on his face.

“Yeah, no. Sorry Strange, ‘Kokomo’ was actually released November 1988. Nice try though.”

Before Tony could get too excited, Y/N piped up from her spot by Stephen’s side. “That’s where you’re wrong. While the song may have become a chart topper in November 1988 after serving in Buena Vista’s Cocktail soundtrack, it actually debuted four months earlier in July.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Crap, she’s right.” Natasha laughed, turning her phone around to show the song’s details.

“How do you two even remember all this junk?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“It’s because they’re both weirdos. It’s no kidding they get along so well.” Clint joked, picking at his nails.

Stephen turned to Y/N and smiled before squeezing her shoulder kindly. “I’d be lost without my apprentice,” he said with a wink. She returned a quick smile of her own before turning away to hide a foolish grin that was forming on her face.

It was another Friday night, and the Avengers had gathered at Stark Tower to review battle plans for their mission the next day. Despite Bruce Banner’s best efforts though, strategizing was soon forgotten, and everyone began chatting instead.

As the night wore on, Stephen Strange and his apprentice had astounded everyone with their vast musical knowledge, and the night’s goal had become finding a song to ‘stump the wizards’.

One by one, each Avenger would suggest a song from their spot at the war table. Peter played ‘Midnight Memories’, Natasha chose ‘Back in Black’, even Thor tried his luck with ‘Toxic’. Despite their best efforts though, the sorcerers knew each and every song title, release date, and artist, almost like they were perfectly synchronized.

Stephen and Y/N had become nearly inseparable within the last eight months. When Y/N first arrived at Kamar-Taj the year prior, it was clear that she had the makings of a brilliant sorcerer. She promptly surpassed the other students in spell work and training, soon catching the attention of Doctor Strange himself. Stephen was quick to take her under his wing and serve as a mentor.

Now they fought, trained, and practiced the mystic arts together. They had become so close, that against her better judgment, Y/N began harbouring an epic crush on her mentor.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Steve laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re our last hope Cap, they’ve guessed every song. If you don’t choose a really hard one, we might have to kick you off the team.” Natasha teased.

“No pressure though, Mr Rogers, Sir. You’re awesome.” Peter assured him with a wide smile.

“Alright, thanks kid,” Tony said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure he needed that.”

“Back to my roots I guess,” Steve decided with a shrug. “My parents used to like this one. Let’s see how you two do with it.”

Stephen leaned in close to whisper in Y/N’s ear. “I think we can take the old man. Just one more round and we’re champions.”

“Stephen,” Y/N began with a breathy laugh, “Quit making me nervous... and tell your cloak to relax,” she said, gesturing to the agitated cloak of levitation that was flapping about as the game progressed.

Stephen only gave a slight chuckle before sitting back and clearing his throat. He turned to Steve and gave him a sharp look. “Bring it on, Captain.”

Y/N felt a shiver travel down her neck at his words. She could still feel the phantom touch of his breath against her skin from when he had leaned in and whispered to her. She turned to look at him, and smiled at the face that had become so comfortably familiar to her this past year. If only he felt the same way she thought with a twinge of sadness.

Stephen turned and saw Y/N’s look of dismay. “You alright there?” He asked, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She gasped before answering back as coolly as she could manage. “Definitely! I guess the competition is getting to me, is all. Let’s do this!”

He nodded and turned back to the table.

“Ready, you two?” Steve asked

“Shoot, Rogers.”

Tony passed Steve a remote to the stereo. Everyone waited in anticipation as he pressed a button, and the music started playing.

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,

Not to mention the Finns.

Folks in Siam do it;

Think of Siamese twins...

Y/N listened to the old timey tune and grinned. Steve wasn’t kidding when he said he’d go back to his roots, this song was from the 1920’s! A song of his childhood, surely.

Some Argentines

Without means do it.

People say in Boston

even beans do it...

“1928, Cole Porter.” Stephen started confidently. “It debuted in Porter’s first Broadway musical, Paris. Great choice Steve,” he added with a wink.

“Slow down, Wizard. You have yet to give us the song title.” Thor called out from behind a mug of beer.

Stephen turned to Y/N and granted her a mischievous grin, his eyes glinting with humour. “Y/N?”

The apprentice bounced in her seat, excited that she knew the answer. “Let’s do it! Let’s fall in love!” She called out, hugging Stephen.

He pulled out of her embrace and locked eyes with her. “I already have,” he said in a low voice, before pulling her in for a kiss.

Y/N tensed with surprise as Strange leaned forward, lips against her own. After a moment though, she melted into his touch, deepening the kiss, and smiling at the faint prickle of his beard against her skin.

“I love you Stephen,” she whispered hoarsely, not daring to pull away quite yet.

“I know,” he responded, smiling against her lips.

“Oh great. The wizards are in love.” Tony deadpanned from across the room.

That was enough to make them part. Stephen rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and Y/N gave an embarrassed cough once they realized that the Avengers were all gawking.

“So, that was unexpected.” Bruce said with a quiet laugh.

“Mr Stark, what just happened?” Peter asked incredulously.

“Great question. Steve?”

“Well, they got it right. The song’s called ‘Let’s do it (Let’s fall in love).’”

Wanda giggled from her seat. “Well, you two took that literally.”

“Alright guys,” Clint chuckled. “Let’s give these two some privacy.”

With that, the Avengers filed out, whooping and clapping before leaving the room.

“To love!” Thor toasted before being dragged out by Bruce.

“Congratulations!” Peter called out from behind Natasha.

Tony was the last to leave. “I hope you two know how sickening you are,” he said sarcastically. He paused for a moment, then quirked a brow, “Keep it up.”

“Thanks Stark.”

Tony winked before leading himself out.

The door finally closed, leaving Stephen and Y/N alone together.

Stephen took both of Y/N’s hands in his, and smiled. “Well, that was sufficiently awkward. Anyway, what would you say if I suggested we kiss again?”

Y/N gave his hands a squeeze. “I’d say, let’s do it!”

Let’s fall in love...

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Try reading To The Daisy!!!

“I’d be lost without my apprentice”... see what I did there *eh*??

Oh, in case your interested, here’s my favourite rendition of Cole Porter’s Let’s do it (Let’s fall in love), it’s great!!

Something about Thor listening to ‘Toxic’ just makes me so happy. Oh, and Peter is totally a Directioner. Anyway, what songs do you guys think suits each Avenger????? Now I’m curious.

So this was my first Avengers fic. *yay!* Anyway, I’ll be off now. REQUESTS ARE OPEN

HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY!!!

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i need you

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: anxiety/panic disorder

Kyojuro who tells you he’s putting your phone on Do Not Disturb, “In fact, how about I put it in another room?” when you can’t fall asleep. Who gently, with utmost concern and patience, pats your head, palm resting against your cheek, faint smile tugging at his mouth as you nuzzle subconsciously into his drowsy heat. “But my friends my work, my family, everyone and everything need me…” you protest weakly, blinking determinedly. Exhaustedly. Static in your ears crawling from the background to the foreground as fatigue and despair show themselves. Swallowing fear and guilt. Glancing at the clock. 2:37am. “And I need you,” he murmurs, pecking the tip of your nose, gaze so delicate. So deep. Stubborn and firm. Whisper sinking into your forehead, “I need you to breathe,” lips brushing across your eyebrows, “I adore you,” sliding down the curve of your nose, “I know you are hurting.” Matter of factly. Relentless. Almost harsh. Almost too much. Almost too close to the truth. Because he knows you. Knows all your secrets. All your ticks and tells. When your showers last a little too long. Mornings move a little too slowly. Evenings extend for hours and hours. Gnawing yourself to the bone because My best friend is having relationship problems and Work really wants me to put in these extra hours and I’ve been at this project for months, I should have finished it by now. Because Time won’t stop for anyone and When else am I going to have the time? and What if I’m too late? I can’t waste any more time. And he regrets not being upfront with you sooner. Regrets how often he’s woken up to notice dark circles under your eyes even as you finally sleep, phone trapped beneath your wrist. Regrets how often he’s offered to prepare a bath, cook a meal, read a book, massage your feet. How often he’s offered to help you; and how often you’ve shrugged him off. How often he’s let you. “I am your husband,” his voice drapes around your shoulders. Guilty. Tentative. Assured. Steady. “I am your husband,” he repeats. Desperate. Endeared. Like you’re the only color he sees. “And I need you.” Maybe it’s selfish. Maybe it’s clever. But he isn’t sure how else to reach you. Isn’t sure how else to protect you. Doesn’t want to overstep. Doesn’t want to manhandle, mansplain, force his care onto your persistent will. He admires your integrity. How hard and how far you push yourself, for yourself — for others. But he needs you. Needs your unfiltered laughter; the glow in your pulse as you mumble, “G’morning,” into his chest; affectionate banter and adventure when you hug him from behind, catching him off guard with a promising kiss. “I’m sorry.” Anxiety so loud. So repetitive. Unforgiving. As you curl away from him. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Quiet. “Me too,” he presses himself into your distance, reservations about boundaries be damned, “Let me make it up to you,” hand coaxing—begging—as it touches your hip, “Let me be your husband.” Your space in a crowded room; midnight dance in the kitchen; serenade as you brush your teeth. “Let me need you,” he pleads. Softly. Unbearably soft. You turn. Intertwine your fingers with his, love flickering as you nestle his warmth into your sternum, grip tight. Scared. “I need you.” You have me he spells soundlessly, watching as you cling and process and breathe, eyelids drooping. Forever still soundless, the clock reading 3am. Always on the edge of dreams, waiting until you’re really, certainly sleeping. He dreams of his favorite star. Bright. Shining. Dimming. Brilliant. He dreams of you.

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Thyme x Gorya Short Fic

I’m sick of the lack of Thyme Gorya fanfiction so I did a thing 😭 so sorry for any grammar/spelling errors

Just an FYI- Her brother was crashing in the living room, binging anything and everything he could find since it was a Friday night.

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“What are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, rolling over in bed and switching the phone to rest on her right ear.

It was the same phone he pressed into her hands earlier today, his expression both defiant and pleading at her initial refusal to accept it.

He had yet to answer her question.

“Thyme?” Her heart seemed to react on its own, fluttering at his whispered name in the darkness of her room.

“You,” he rasped. His voice was raw, like his mind hadn’t fully decided to answer her before his lips formed the confession.

Something warm and unfamiliar spread through her stomach and the flutters in her heart took flight.

“What-what about me?”

“You like Ren.”

It wasn’t a question and it filled her with anxiety.

Why would he say that? Why in this moment? Why in that voice? Was he trying to say he’d step back?

She didn’t-

Damnit.

She didn’t know what she felt for Ren anymore, but he never gave her this dizzying, frustrating, vibrant feeling that pulsed through her when she was with Thyme.

“Thy-“

“You like Ren,” he interrupted, “but I can’t be the bigger person here Gorya, at least not yet.” He exhaled a shaky breath and continued.

“I want to be a better person. For you, for me, for everyone I care about. You make me need to be better. Someone you would be proud to have standing by your side. I’ve been selfish my entire life and I don’t want to be that way anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to be selfless in everything that I do. But,” she closed her eyes when he paused, “but not with this. Not with you. I don’t know if that makes me a terrible person or a terrible friend, but I won’t give you up. Not to him or anyone else. This is the only thing I can’t be selfless with. Because if being the bigger person means losing you, then I can’t be that person.”

Her breathing was erratic, unable to control itself in the face of his honesty.

“Thyme,” his name was almost a plea. The anxiety that filled her earlier was replaced with a frantic need to see him, to feel his hands engulf hers.

Or maybe she needed to hit him. For giving her emotional whiplash, for being an idiot, for making her fall deeper into this big, scary, unknown feeling that’s threatening to change her life to it’s very core.

She wasn’t sure why she needed to see him, all she knew was that she just wanted to be with him in this moment.

“Hmmm?” He hummed.

“I hate you,” she sniffed, “I hate you so so much.”

He chuckled softly. “I kno-“

“Don’t,” it was her turn to interrupt, “don’t give me up. I need you to keep being selfish with this. Please.”

Her confession shocked them then both- what it implied, the weight it carried- and the lingering silence grew heavy.

“Thyme?”

“I’m coming to see you,” His abrupt response was followed by the sounds of movement and rustling clothes.

“What?” She scrambled to sit upright, her heart pounding in excitement and fear, “now? You can’t!” Her whispered yell still seemed too loud for her quiet, sleeping home.

“I’m already out the house.”

“Thyme, you idiot, go back inside.”

He didn’t respond but she heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming

“Thyme I swear to god if you show up here I will murder you!”

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That was how the midnight moon remembered them, childish and bickering.....and already so in love, though neither seemed to realize it yet.

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