#I'll get back to something with a plot eventually

[yourfavtangerine]

Red lights ~

Pairing : Bang Chan x reader x Hyunjin

Wc : ~5.5k

Genre : smut with plot, idol AU, threesome, established relationship, BDSM

Warnings : MDNI !! threesome, mmf, sub/dom dynamics, temperature play, light BDSM, power dynamics, bondage, unprotected sex, oral m receiving

Summary : when your boyfriend propose to explore sexual possibilities with a third person you're not sure. But you trust him so you give it a try, and it end up being the best decision of your life.

A/N: finally i finished this fic! I started it like 2 weeks ago and wrote so many other stuff in the meantime. Finally i got the motivation to write the end! I got this idea while watching the Red Lights mv (obviously) and just wanted to make a fic out of it!

The red lights were always his idea.

Not just the dim glow from the LED strip along the ceiling, though that alone gave the room an infinity of aesthetic possibilities. No, it was everything about them. The atmosphere, the color, the meaning of each color.

Red meant control. Red meant sex, hard sex. Red meant desire, both yours and his, entwined like your bodies.

You were wrapped in it now, tangled in silk sheets, wrists still faintly red from the last session an hour ago? Two? You’d lost track. You always lost track of time under Chan’s hands.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, sweaty skin glowing a deep wine red in the low light. His back faced you as he leaned forward, elbows on knees, fingers laced together.

Something was wrong, he looked thoughtful, pensive.

You shifted under the covers. “That was good,” you said softly, throat still sore from all your moans. “You okay? You seem...worried”

Chan glanced back over his shoulder, a soft smile on his lips, but not quite real. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You knew him too well to believe that answer. The tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when he thought you weren’t looking. It wasn’t new. You’d noticed it more often than not in the past few weeks. Not in how he touched you, if anything, he had grown more intense, more commanding, more needy and desperate.

But afterward…he always pulled away slightly. Like he was holding something back, keeping something to himself.

“About what?” you asked, sitting up and letting the sheet fall, pooling around your waist, your perky nipples on display just for him. His eyes dropped down, darkened with instinct, but he didn’t move, didn't give in.

“…Us,” he said eventually. “The way things have been.”

You tilted your head, unsure, doubt creeping up in your mind. “You’re not bored, are you?” you ask, scared.

Chan’s head whipped around at that. “God, no. Never. I'll never get bored of you. That’s the problem, actually.”

You blinked twice. “…What?”

He turned toward you fully now, his expression unreadable even for you, like he was weighing something impossible to say, something forbidden. “I think about you constantly. I get jealous when guys look at you, even if it’s just for a second. I dream about tying you up in front of mirrors, making you climax until you pass out and so much other things. I want more. I want to go further in our relationship, in our sexual journey. But I’ve hit a wall.”

You swallowed. Your body responded to the heat in his voice even if your mind was still trying to catch up. “What kind of wall are you talking about ?”

Chan hesitated. Then his voice dropped. “I’ve been having… thoughts. Fantasies. About someone else in the room with us. Watching. Maybe touching. Maybe participating”

Your breath caught in your throat. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees again. “Not because I’m not enough for you. Not because you’re not enough for me. None of that. But because I want to see you. See what you look like when someone else makes you fall apart. With my permission. Under my rules and yours.”

The silence that followed was loud, deafening. You stared at him with wide eyes. “You want to watch me with someone else? You who are so easily jealous ?”

He nodded slowly. “Just one person. Someone I trust. Someone who knows me, knows us. Someone I know won’t cross boundaries. Someone trustworthy.”

" And who do you have in mind?"

Chan looked up at you then. No hesitation in his eyes.“Hyunjin.”

You exhaled, pulse skipping. You’d noticed the way Hyunjin looked at you sometimes. Not hungry, just… curious. Lingering. Like he was memorising the way your lips moved, the way you leaned into Chan when you thought no one else saw. And now you knew he wasn’t the only one watching.

“I didn’t want to bring it up,” Chan said. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. Not just you with him. Us. The three of us. Together. Exploring, discovering, experiencing. Safe in our bed and finding new ways to feel pleasure.”

Your skin prickled with goosebumps. Presented this way, the idea seemed so appealing. "…What would it be like?”

Chan smirked. The real kind of smiles. The one he wore when he cuffed you to the bedframe or tied a blindfold on your eyes. “I’d have you tied. Maybe blindfolded. All nice and ready for us. He’d get to touch, taste, but only where I allow, when i allow. Maybe I’d guide his hands myself, show him what you like. Maybe I’d make you beg before you get anything. I don’t know yet. But i promise it will be so good your thighs will shake”

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily, reacting to his words. He noticed. Of course he did, he always noticed everything about you. “I don’t want to scare you,” he added. “If you say no, it ends here. Fantasy only, just a kink in my head. But I had to tell you, because i've been thinking about it a lot lately and i needed you to know.”

Your throat felt dry. You reached for the water bottle on the nightstand but your hand trembled slightly so he gave it to you himself. “…And he’d say yes?” you whisper, not knowing if you want the answer to be yes or no.

Chan’s voice was low, confident. “If I asked? I think so.”

You didn’t answer right away. Because the truth was: the idea didn’t disgust you. It thrilled you. Not because you didn’t love Chan. You did, deeply, more than you've ever loved anyone else. But because you trusted him completely. And if this was what he wanted, what he needed, then maybe it could be what you wanted to try too.

Your voice was quiet when you finally spoke. “Then ask him.”

Chan’s eyes darkened like a flame catching oxygen. “Are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything.”

You gave him a smile you knew drove him crazy. “ We promised to always give a try, remember?”

He leaned in, one hand already reaching for your jaw, not tight, just a warm pressure, possessive and proud. “Oh, baby,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you’ve just agreed to, but I'm so happy.”

Hyunjin didn’t know why Chan asked to meet at his studio so late but something in his tone over the phone told him not to say no. It was nearly midnight now, the city shinning through the glass wall of the practice room. They were alone, Chan had made sure of it, choosing an hour where nobody's around.

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, hair damp from his last dance practice, chest rising and falling. He's wearing a sleeveless tee and black sweatpants.

Chan stood a few feet away, pacing, hands on his hips like he was preparing to make a confession or a mistake. Or both.

“You’re not dying, right?” Hyunjin finally asked, tone playful but still focused on the situation.

Chan stopped pacing and gave a short laugh. “No. Not dying.”

“Then what the hell is going on? You’ve been tense for weeks. Everybody noticed it. You've been distracted.”

There was a long pause. Then Chan met his eyes and said it, just like that, without beating around the bush:n“I want you to fuck my girlfriend.”

Hyunjin blinked, once, twice. There was a beat of silence. “...excuse me, what?” he said, slowly, cautiously, as if unsure he had heard right.

Chan ran a hand through his hair, forcing himself to stay grounded. “I mean it. I’ve talked to her. We’ve talked about boundaries. We’re solid as a couple. But I’ve been fantasizing about it, about bringing someone in. And when I imagined it, it was you. Only you. I think you fit as this third person.”

Hyunjin stared, mouth parting slightly, trying to process the words. “You’re serious.” he said in disbelief.

Chan nodded once. Hyunjin exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the wall. “Well… fuck.”

Chan didn’t speak, couldn't. He let the silence stretch. Hyunjin’s mind raced. He thought about you, about the way you smiled at him during game nights at Felix's, how you always reached for Chan first, but your gaze would linger on him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He’d thought about it before. Too many times. But he buried it deep down, thinking it was a line he’d never be allowed to cross. And now Chan was proposing him a threesome.

“Why me?” Hyunjin asked.

Chan’s expression softened. “Because you know me. You know how much I love her. You’d never push her. You’d respect the boundaries, and I trust you completely. That kind of thing...you don’t do it with strangers.”

Hyunjin laughed once, low and short. “You really want to see it? See me touching her?”

“I want to orchestrate it,” Chan said, stepping closer. “I want to guide it. Control it. Maybe even let go for once. I’ve always been the one in control with her. I want to see what happens when I pass this control to someone I trust.”

The room felt heavy now, charged. “What does she think?” Hyunjin asked, voice quieter now.

“She said yes.”

Hyunjin’s tongue darted across his lower lip. “Fuck, this is a bad idea”

“Look, if it’s weird, or if you’re not comfortable we can always forget this conversation ever happened...”

“I didn’t say no.” Hyunjin cuts him.

Chan froze. Hyunjin tilted his head. “I’ve imagined it too. Her. You. The dynamic between you two, it’s magnetic. Like gravity. You're soulmates it's obvious, you're made for each other. Sometimes it’s hard not to get caught in it, not to hope having a love like that one day.”

Chan didn’t expect the confession, and it showed on his face. His eyes wide open and mouth o shaped.

“But,” Hyunjin added, “I don’t want to be the thing that messes you up. This only works if you stay solid. I'm not a couple breaker”

“We are,” Chan said firmly. “We know our rules, our limits. Full honesty. Safe words. Aftercare. The whole thing, we're used to it. You’re not coming in to take anything away. You’re coming in to add to it, to be a plus to spice up things”

Hyunjin ran both hands through his hair now, looking somewhere between overwhelmed and overthinking “Fuck me.” he muttered. “This is actually happening, i can't believe it.”

“Only if you say yes.”

“I want details” Hyunjin said. “Limits. What’s allowed. What’s not. I want everything clear. I don't want to cross lines”

Chan’s chest relaxed a little. This was exactly why he asked him, because Hyunjin is trustworthy and will always care about others and limits.

“Yeah. Absolutely. I’ll send you a message with everything tomorrow. Nothing happens until everyone’s on the same page and sure to do it.”

Hyunjin looked at him, eyes still unreadable. “She trusts me that much?”

Chan smiled slightly. “No, she trusts me. And I trust you. That’s how this works.”

Hyunjin chuckled, then nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s see what it leads us to."

It was only drinks.

That’s what you told yourself when you picked out your outfit for the night. Something casual, nice, but dangerously tempting. You were gonna be with Chan after all. And he had seen whole of you, naked, dressed, from sexy lingerie to giraffe onesie, he finds you beautiful anyway.

Your lips were glossed and red, but not too bold. You chose a light and floral perfume. The one Chan always said made him lose control.

Tonight, he wasn’t the only one who’d be paying attention. When Hyunjin knocked on the door, you felt your pulse racing. Chan answered it with a grin that hid all his excitement for the incoming night.

���Right on time.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Hyunjin replied smoothly, stepping inside the appartment. He smelled like musk and expensive cologne. His hair was slightly damp, combed back. He wore black, ripped jeans and a fitted shirt that left little to the imagination.

He wasn’t looking at Chan, he was looking at you. And not just with curiosity this time, with hunger. You swallowed hard.

“Hey” you said softly, trying to keep your tone easy but unable to hide your blushing.

“Hey.” His gaze dipped once to your neck, collarbone, waist, hips, before it returned to your eyes. “You look…stunning”

Chan cleared his throat behind him. Hyunjin smiled mischievously. “Really, you're beautiful.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “We haven’t even poured drinks yet.”

You chuckled, easing into the moment. The tension was there, electric, consuming, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Not yet.

Chan moved to the kitchen island, pulling out glasses and openo a bottle of wine.

“So” Hyunjin said as he sat down beside you on the couch, “how real is all of this?”

You tilted your head. “It’s very real. This proposition is serious”

Chan handed you your glass, then Hyunjin’s, and took his own place on the other side of you. His thigh touching yours as a silent reassurance and promise of support.

“We’ve talked” you said. “A lot. This isn’t something we’re rushing into.”

Hyunjin looked between you both. “You trust me that much?”

Chan nodded. “Enough to put her in your hands. Literally and figuratively.”

Hyunjin’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “And you?” he asked you directly. “Do you trust me?”

The question landed somewhere deep in your stomach. His voice wasn’t flirtatious, there was no smirk this time. He needed to hear you say it.

“I trust Chan. And he trusts you.” you said without hesitation.

A flicker of something passed over his face. Relief? Gratitude? Desire? He himself doesn't know.

He raised his glass, and you did the same.

“To this promising night” he said.

“To trust” Chan added.

You smiled. “And to experimenting in bed.”

The glasses clinked.

The conversation drifted. Safe topics. Music, old stories, tour nightmares. But beneath every word was hidding the sexual tension. The way Chan’s hand rested on your thigh and slid higher when Hyunjin leaned in to tell a story. The way Hyunjin’s gaze lingered when you laughed and licked wine from your lip. The casual way his fingers brushed yours when reaching for the bottle, acting like it wasn't on purpose.

At one point, you excused yourself to the bathroom just to breathe. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks are flushed. You were burning, but not from nerves. From anticipation.

When you returned, the music had changed, slower now, moodier. Something of Chan’s private playlist, of his bedroom playlist. You recognized it instantly. Red Lights. The air felt heavier.

“Everything okay?” Chan asked, eyes scanning you as you sat back down on his lap.

“Yeah” you breathed. “More than okay.”

Hyunjin watched the way you melted into Chan’s chest, but he didn’t look jealous. You were Chan's after all, and you've always been.

Chan tilted your chin toward him, kissing you once, slow, deliberate, claiming, to start softly. When he pulled away, he looked over your shoulder at Hyunjin. “Still with us?”

Hyunjin’s voice was lower now. “Very.”

You reached for your glass again, but Chan caught your wrist. "Baby, you're already tipsy." He said kissing your neck.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched audibly at the display of dominance. Chan smirked. The look Hyunjin gave him then was the kind you didn’t forget: dark, respectful but hungry.

“You two are dangerous, too teasing, too tempting” he said, finishing his drink in one.

Chan shrugged. “You walked in willingly, you knew what would happen.”

Hyunjin stood, walking to the door, then paused. He turned back to you.“Whatever this thing between us becomes...” he said carefully “just know I’m not here to break anything between you. Only to add to it.”

You nodded. “We know.”

His eyes flicked to Chan. “You’ll tell me when?”

“Soon” Chan promised. “Very soon. We’re almost ready.”

Hyunjin nodded once. “I’ll wait for the right time”

And then he left. The moment the door clicked shut, Chan pulled you into his lap, his mouth already at your throat, his hand gripping your thigh tight.

“You liked that” he whispered against your skin.

You gasped. “Yes.”

His fingers slid higher. “He looked at you like he already owns you.”

“He doesn’t” you whispered back. "I'm only yours"

“I know. But I might let him think he does. For a night.”

You moaned, arching into him. He bit your shoulder. Not hard, just just enough to mark.

“Next time he sees you...” he murmured, “you’ll be tied up. Naked. Blindfolded. And I’ll ask him where he wants to start.”

Your breath stuttered. You were already soaked from his dirty talk and small ministrations only.

“Do you know how perfect you’re going to look between us?”

You whimpered. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly, like he had to reclaim you before the real stuff even began.

You were already trembling before Hyunjin even arrived. Your wrists were tied behind your back by a soft red rope, Chan’s signature one, his favourite. You sat on your knees at the foot of the bed, blindfolded, wearing nothing but a thin lace bra and matching panties. Chills ran down your spine and it had nothing to do with the AC Chan turned on.

“Color?” Chan whispered behind you, his fingers brushing your shoulder in reassurance.

“Green” you breathed. “So green.”

You felt his smile before you heard the door unlock. Footsteps, then a pause. A slow exhale from someone who definitely wasn’t your boyfriend. Hyunjin.

“Fuck” Hyunjin muttered. “She’s…”

“She’s perfect” Chan finished for him, his voice filled with pride and possessiveness. “And she’s ours tonight.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“She can’t see you” Chan added. “But she can hear every word. Every breath.”

A moment passed, quiet. Then Hyunjin spoke, voice low and reverent. “You’ve been like this… waiting?”

“Yes. For you.” you whispered. “For both of you.”

Chan chuckled. “She’s been squirming for the last fifteen minutes.”

You felt the bed dip slightly, a hand ghosting over your knee, but not really touching you. Just the heat of Hyunjin's palm, just close enough to make you yearn for him.

“Can I?” Hyunjin asked, still not touching.

“She's mine, don't forget that.” Chan said simply. “But tonight, I’m letting you borrow her. So yes. But you ask. You wait. You obey.”

“Yes.”

Your thighs clenched involuntarily. Hyunjin’s fingers finally made contact with your skin, trailing up your thigh, slow and deliberate. You gasped.

“So sensitive” he murmured.

“She gets needy when she’s tied up. It’s like her body forgets anything but touch” Chan said, stepping around to face you. “But she’s patient when she wants to be. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Chan” you whimpered.

Hyunjin’s hand paused. “Can I hear her say my name?”

Chan smirked. “Beg for it, baby. Show him how much you want him”

You licked your lips. “Please… Hyunjin…” He groaned.“I want to feel your hands” you added, voice trembling. “I want you to...”

Chan cut you off with a hand in your hair, gently tugging your head back. “You’ll take what we give you, not what you ask for.”

“Yes, sir” you whispered.

Then came the blindfold shift. Light peeked in as Chan pulled it up—just enough to expose your eyes. You blinked, and there he was. Hyunjin, kneeling before you, shirt already gone, black pants low on his hips, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You’ve been holding back” you said, voice shaky.

“So have you.” he replied, eyes dark and wide.

Chan stepped behind you and undid the knots on your wrists. Giving you a bit of freedom but not control. You knew that. During scenes he's always the one in control.

“Lie back, baby” he instructed. “Hands above your head.”

You obeyed instantly, lying across the sheets. The red light of the LED bathed the room, painting Hyunjin’s skin a deep red. Chan re-bound your wrists to the headboard, his knots swift, practiced, experienced. Then came the blindfold again. Everything black, everything silent for a second.

Then you felt it: cold. A cube of ice dragged down your neck, across your chest. So that's what Chan chose for this night, temperature play.

You gasped, arching. A warm mouth followed the ice cube. A hot tongue replacing the chill. Hyunjin. You could tell by the sound he made, like he couldn’t believe how you tasted. His mouth closed over your nipple, sucking softly while the ice trailed lower. Chan again, working in tandem, teasing heat and cold in maddening contrast. He knew you liked it, it's not your first try of temperature play.

“She’s shaking” Hyunjin murmured, pulling back. “She’s so responsive.” he stared at you in wonder.

“Wait until she starts begging” Chan replied smoothly. “She gets loud, so loud.”

Your hips lifted helplessly. The ice cube dragged along your inner thigh.

“Please” you gasped. “Please, Chan... Something, anything...”

“I’ll give her one finger” Hyunjin asked. “Just one?”

“She gets two" Chan said. “And make her feel every inch. I want her moaning”

A hand slid beneath the waistband of your panties. Hyunjin’s, larger, more exploratory. You whimpered at the touch. Then he pressed two fingers slowly, slipping them inside. Curling. Searching. Finding your spot too fast, like he’d studied you, like he already knows everything about you.

“Fuck. She’s clenching already,” Hyunjin groaned.

“She likes when she’s watched,” Chan said.

Hyunjin’s rhythm was slow and relentless. You tried to rock into it, but Chan’s hand pinned your hips down. “Stay still” he commanded. “Or I stop it all.”

You froze, panting. "Please no, donc stop."

The blindfold slipped again, just a crack, and you saw Hyunjin hovering over your cunt, his fingers deep inside, his eyes on your face like a man starving.

“Can I taste her?” he asked.

Chan stepped back. “Make her come first. Then you can clean up the mess she will have made”

You nearly sobbed from the promise. Hyunjin leaned in again, his thumb circling your clit, his fingers curling perfectly, and your breath stuttered as heat coiled deep in your stomach before snapping.

“Now” Chan whispered.

Your orgasm hit hard and fast, like a wave crashing through you, your body tensing against the restraints, eyes rolling back, lips parting in a loud cry.

“Fuck! Hyunjin!”

He didn’t stop. His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue licking every drop of your release until you were sobbing, sensitive and wrecked.

Then he kissed his way up your stomach, stopping just beneath your breast.

“She’s unreal, like a goddess” he breathed.

Chan pulled him back. “You’ve had your taste.” He untied your wrists, flipped you gently, and bent you over the edge of the bed.

He pressed against your back, whispering into your ear. “You want more, my love?”

“Yes.” you whine

“You want to feel both of us?”

“Please, Channie.”

“I’ll guide you.” You were pliant in their hands, totally pliable. Hyunjin’s mouth trailing kisses down your spine while Chan spread you open, teasing your entrance with his cock before pushing in a slow thrust. You could feel every veins and his oh so perfect shape rubbing against your walls.

You moaned into the mattress, already overwhelmed by their touches, the pressure in your belly making you go crazy. Hyunjin stroked your hair, kissed your shoulder, praised you endlessly.

“So good” he whispered. “So fucking good like this.”

Chan fucked you slow, deep, possessive, every thrust purposeful and made to bring you the most pleasure possible. At the same time, Hyunjin brought two fingers to your clit, watching you crumble and become a moaning mess that made it even more intense.

Then Chan’s voice broke through the haze “Tell me whose you are, baby.”

“Yours” you cried. “Yours, always yours”

“Say what you want, beg for it.”

“Both of you. Please, I want both of you to come. I want to feel it. I want...”

Hyunjin kissed you again, then moved to kneel in front of you. You opened your mouth instinctively, and he slid inside, groaning at the feeling of your mouth around him.

Chan fucked you harder. Hyunjin moved slower, letting you suck, moan, take what you could as your body was pulled deeper and deeper into an unbearable pleasure. The second orgasm hit as Hyunjin came in your mouth, the vibration of your own moans sending him over the edge.

Then Chan came as well, gripping your hips so tightly you knew it would bruise. He came deep inside you with a grunt so raw it made you shudder around him.

Then the time stopped. Silence. Breaths. Heat. He collapsed next to you onto the sheets, body spent. Your blindfold half-hanging, limbs trembling. Hands touched you, Chan's, wiping you down, untangling ropes, kissing your skin softly.

“Color?” Chan whispered as he cradled you.

“Green,” you murmured. “Green, green, green, a whole forest.”

Hyunjin lay beside you, hair messy, lips swollen. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

You turned your head, smiling. “Perfect.”

The red light still glowed faintly on the ceiling, but everything was quiet. Your skin was slick with sweat, your muscles limp and spent, your body still humming with the memory of every touch, every sound, every command.

But in the silence that followed the scene, it wasn’t the intensity you remembered first, it was the warmth and safety. Chan had wrapped you in a soft towel, helped you into a loose tee from his drawer, the oversized one he always gave you after intense moments.

Now you were curled against his chest, breathing in his scent while his hand rubbed soft circles into your back comfortingly. One of your legs was draped over his thigh, your fingers still twitching from how tightly they’d been bound earlier.

Across the room, Hyunjin returned from the kitchen with a glass of water. His steps were careful, his gaze flicking to yours as if checking that he was still welcome in the space. You reached for the water instinctively, and he smiled, small, but real.

“Here” he said, crouching beside the bed. “Drink slowly.”

You obeyed and as the cool liquid slid down your throat, you became aware of how dry your lips were, how shaky your hands still felt. Hyunjin took the glass when you were done and set it aside on the bedside table before brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“You okay?” You nodded but Chan answered for you. “She’s more than okay.”

“I am” you murmured. “Really.”

Hyunjin slowly climbed onto the bed again, settling beside you on your other side. The mattress dipped, and you were suddenly cocooned in warmth, Chan at your front, Hyunjin at your back, both of them close, like they were waiting for you to speak first.

You stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. Then you smoke “That was…”

“Intense?” Hyunjin offered.

“A dream,” you said, voice light and happy.

Chan chuckled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Told you. I knew you were gonna like it. I just had to bring it up”

“Was it too much?” Hyunjin asked, more serious now.

You shook your head. “No. Never. With Chan we've tried a lot of things”

There was a pause. The kind that wasn't awkward, just full. Then Hyunjin whispered, “You let me touch you like that. I don’t take that lightly.”

You turned to him, gaze soft. “You didn’t take anything. Chan gave it to you. I did too.”

“I know” he said. “But I still want you to know I don’t think this was casual. Not for me.”

Chan’s hand stilled on your back. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you reached for Hyunjin’s hand and laced your fingers through his.

“It wasn’t casual for us either.” Chan leaned in, kissing your shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you like that.” You spoke. “You weren’t jealous?”

“Oh, I was,” he said, amused. “But not in the bad way. It made me want to keep you more, not push you away.”

You exhaled. “I didn’t expect it to feel so… safe. So intimate.”

Hyunjin shifted closer, your joined hands resting on your stomach now. “I think that’s what surprised me too,” he admitted. “How much it felt like something we already knew how to do. Like we’ve been circling this forever.”

You looked between them. “Do we do it again?”

Chan tilted his head. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

Hyunjin didn’t hesitate either. “I do.”

“But” Chan added “not now, a next time. Today was enough for a first time. We can explore more later.”

“Agreed” Hyunjin said.

You bit your lip. “So what does this make us?”

Chan smiled. “A little dangerous.”

Hyunjin laughed under his breath. “A little obsessed.”

“Definitely insatiable” you muttered.

Chan looked at you with fire in his eyes. “You’ll need recovery time. But when you’re ready…”

“I’ll let you know,” you said, voice playful, fingers tracing Hyunjin’s forearm. He raised an eyebrow. “And you think we’ll be the ones teasing you next time?” Chan grinned. “Oh, she likes being put in her place. She just likes to pretend she doesn’t.”

You laughed, breathless. “I think you know how to handle me now.” you said to Hyunjin

Chan leaned in. “We’re just getting started.”

You melted between them, held, wanted, claimed, and safe.

After about half an hour, Hyunjin leaves the bed to get back dressed "It was a pleasure. I'm already exited thinking about next time"

He then leaves the appartment and you fall asleep in Chan's arms.

The morning was quiet in the way only deep satisfaction could bring.

Sunlight slipped through the curtains, golden. The heat and need from the night before replaced by the gentle warmth of Bang Chan’s arms, wrapped securely around you under the covers. His hand rested on your stomach, his thumb tracing slow, sleepy circles.

You felt his breath first, steady, warm against your neck and then the soft press of his lips there. “Awake?” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

“Barely” you whispered.

You felt his smile against your skin. “Good. Stay here with me a little longer.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t have, even if you wanted to. Every part of you ached in the most delicious way, thighs sore, neck kissed raw, wrists still tingling with memory. You felt used in the way only a scene could. But more than that, you felt cared for. Held. Safe, the way you always were with him.

Chan shifted slightly behind you, pulling you closer, like even the inch of space between your bodies was too much. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Too sore?”

“Just sore enough to remember last night.” you said with a sleepy smile. “You were… intense.”

He chuckled softly. “We were intense. You let me do that, let me bring Hyunjin in our bed. That wasn’t just me.”

There was a pause, a warmth in it, not hesitation. “I meant what I said last night,” Chan said, voice softer now. “I wanted to give you something different. Something deeper, exploratory.”

“You did.” He kissed your shoulder, once, then again. “I watched you fall apart so beautifully. And then put yourself back together like it was nothing.”

“I had help.”

“You always have help,” he whispered. “As long as it’s me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. God, you loved this man. Not just because of the way he touched you. But because of the way he saw you. The silence between you stretched out again, not uncomfortable, just full.

After a few minutes, Chan shifted behind you and sat up slowly, groaning as he stretched his arms over his head. His hair was a mess. His back, marked lightly with nail scratches you barely remembered giving him.

“Shower?” he offered. “Or coffee first?”

You thought about it. “Both.”

He leaned down and kissed your temple. “I’ll start the coffee. Shower’s warming up.”

You watched him pad to the bathroom, bare and unbothered, humming under his breath. The domesticity of it all, after everything that had happened almost made you laugh.

Ten hours ago, he had tied you down and made you cry with overstimulation. Now he was making your favorite coffee and warming a towel for you.

He came back a few minutes later, holding out a mug, still shirtless.

You sat up, wincing a little, and took the cup with both hands. “You're spoiling me.”

“I plan on keeping doing it.”

You smiled into your drink. “So… last night.” Chan raised a brow, sliding back into bed beside you. “Yeah?”

“Was that a one-time thing? Or…” He tilted his head, studying your face.

“You want the honest answer?”

“Always.”

“I don’t know yet.” He reached out, brushing his fingers along your thigh. “I liked seeing you with Hyunjin. A lot more than I expected. But also…” He hesitated. “I like this. Just us. You in my bed. My shirt. My coffee in your hands.”

Hey! I have to admit I still have a lot of ideas for maybe a part 2 so if you'd be interested just comment or message me!

[marauderslibrarian]

Hii!! Feel free to ignore if it's not your cup of tea but I would love some recs about the marauders being kinda slutty in their final years at Hogwarts.

They are the cool kids everyone wants to hook up with once and they know it, James with his sports Capitan aura, Sirius as a rebel with like a tongue and bellybutton piercing, Remus, who's usually very sweet boy next door type but under the thick sweater is absolutely ripped, tall as all hell, and gets a little wild around the full moon... Don't know about peter, maybe he's just a really good sub with an endearing kink... I think you get the vibe.

Anyways, can be a Muggle Au, but I would love it if you could rec me any fics like that, that ocurre in the original setting. Pairings and Plot are up to you, just nothing too angsty please. I just really want to read something that has the sex, drugs and rock and roll vibe with them as older teens.you could rec me any fics like that, that ocurre in the original setting. Pairings and Plot are up to you, just nothing too angsty please. I just really want to read something that has the sex, drugs and rock and roll vibe with them as older teens.

This is really fun! I couldn't find too many with the exact premises you described, unfortunately, but I hope what do I have is good! Enjoy :)

Into the Fire (by wilteddaisy (taotu)) -

While war brews on the horizon beyond the walls of Hogwarts, the infamous Triwizard Tournament resurfaces just in time for the Marauders’ seventh year. When the students of Beauxbatons Academy and Ilvermorny School arrive, the champions are in for three unprecedented challenges. Meanwhile, Remus still has feelings, James is still trying to get the (Head) girl, and Sirius has revelations.

free and young and we can feel none of it (by kmc123) -

August 1976; the summer before 7th year. In which Sirius spends a month in Wales, acts a fool, and grapples with his feelings for a one Remus Lupin.

An ode to summertime, where nothing happens, not really, and everything changes, somehow.

I'll Be Your Glue (by TheBiButterfly) -

Sirius drags Regulus along on a Potter Family Holiday to south Wales. James, a recreational hockey player and Sirius's best mate, turns out to be exactly what Regulus needs. Padfoot is Sirius's enormous black Newfoundland dog who unintentionally took over the entire series.

Days of Golden Light (by surpriserougecerise) -

Sirius rolled onto his back and leaned over so that his mouth was near the side of Remus’ face. “You’re not only golden and beautiful though. I also find you really bloody hot, Moony.” He whispered against the shell of his ear close to his neck just so the boy could hear it, but James and Peter wouldn’t.

As he pulled back again, deciding it was time for another nap, he saw Moony blushing, red blotches appearing on his neck and cheeks. Pleased with himself, Sirius closed his eyes. He really was excited for what this summer would hold for him.

or

The first summer Sirius spends at the Potter's offers days drowning in sun and even hotter flirting at the lake. Provides him with the usual mischief of his friends and the overwhelming demands of teenage love. When eventually what he and Remus have isn't enough anymore and their feelings break free over them, released like a brewing summer storm.

Operation Fuck the Goalie (by bluecrush) (registered users only) -

After spending the summer pining over pictures of Sirius’s dorky teammate, Regulus transfers to Sirius’s university and makes it his mission to corrupt the innocent nerd, until he finds out just how weird goalies can be.

or 20k words of Remus and Regulus matching each other’s freak

Washin’ me down. Or not? 1976 (by Moonysasrsescar (orphan_account)) -

It’s hot as hell in the final weeks of the Marauders 6th year of Hogwarts in 1976, and Remus Lupin is struggling. Nothing a little weed and a little loving won’t fix!

carry me slowly, my sunlight (by scarsandstars) -

james potter is sunshine in human form. he's got the perfect life: quidditch captain, beloved gryffindor, great best mates. regulus black is the solitary, spare son. he's got a heart of stone, a sharp tongue, and little will to live. this is the story of how gryffindor's golden boy slowly wins over the withering little snake prince. incidentally, it's also how a spliff and an exasperated remus lupin force the two boys to confront their feelings for each other.

spoiler alert one: they're super disgustingly in love

spoiler alert two: they're most definitely gonna fuck

tried (and true) (by Havoc_Pusher) -

Sirius exhales a curl of smoke, amused. "You flirting with all of us or just me?"

James grins. "Depends, you feeling territorial tonight?"

Sirius' eyes lazily flick over to Remus, then to Peter, then back to James. "Territory's properly shared right now, isn't it?"

---------------------------

"And what if one of us loses?" James asks.

"Loser has to do whatever the winner wants." Sirius grins.

"You'd let me fuck you?"

"You're going to win?"

[endlessmusings1801]

My next two WIP that will likely come out by the end of summer are literally just all porn, no plot niche kink fics. I'm almost embarrassed to post them here 😬

[weisshapt]

alright that's it. role call. i need to know who out here is ready and willing to risk it all (aka flip the coin and see whether or not hearing me ramble makes you want to play with matches and gasoline) for mr saul bright because a switch got flipped and once i finish these last two food folklore blog posts for this assignment, i'm diving back into nomad land and i need people to come with me as i try very very extra hard to actually finish at least the first two chapters of my saul fic, which btw looks like this in my docs.

[waywardsalt]

bellum x linebeck chapter summary drafts that won those polls:

chapter 8

chapter 14

chapter 20

[transparentgayprotector]

By accident of course.

It starts with a crossover that I don't notice, until I'm in too deep. I get attached to a character and or plot points I need to see the ending but the fic hasn't updated since 2012. I finish it and I'm left with a craving so I look for something similar.

I can't find it in my current fandom, I go back to the crossover boom instantly I find what I'm looking for as soon as I enter the new fandom. I get excited

I watch/read the original content.

I see deeply into these characters and the plot

I hyper fixate.

I need to know more.

I go digging, Where I discover so much about this fandom that I know nothing and everything.

Past fandom? I escaped its grasp the best I can but I'll be dragged back eventually.

I always am.

I read until I won't find any content on what I want to scratch the urge inside of me but when I do I find a crossover that I dont notice in my excitement and the process starts all over again.

Dragged into one hell after the other.

Forever

How about you?

Okay I have a follow up question from a poll I started today, which is tied into the concept of fic discoverability.

I would be fascinated to know how you normally find fics to read, and your reasoning about it, if any. Has your behaviour changed over time? What fandom are you in?

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Do it for the Plot

~

I like the idea of Tim and Danny meeting and just clocking each other as little shits TM.

Just causing chaos to everyone in a way that can't really be traced back to them like 'Who? Me? I was busy doing all of these other things I have no idea how I would do that?'

Danny helps Tim get revenge on the bats for all the shit he's had to put up with and being absolute trolls about the whole thing *chefs kiss*

~

Tim&Danny dragging Ra's body

Damian: "Wha-?"

T&D: "No one will ever believe you"

Danny makes them go invisible

~

Bats: "Where ya going Tim?"

Tim holding back a cackle:" Oh, it's my anniversary so it's date night!"

Bats: "Anniversary?! We didn't know you were getting serious with someone?"

Tim: "Serious? He's my husband of course I'm serious about him"

Bats: "Wait hold on-!"

Tim: "Gotta go! Can't be late I have to make sure the babysitter has everything they'll need."

Bats: "BABYSITTER!?"

Tim: "Bye bye~!"

(They planned all of it including their 'fake marriage', Danny went back in time with the help of CW who is a troll at heart, and made the legal changes including Dan and Dani as their kids (their de-aged) otherwise someone (Oracle) would have eventually realized that the license is fake. So they went back in time and made it legitimately real)

~

Danny being Ghost King means that Tim is now also royalty

Tim walking up to John Constantine:" I have your entire soul"

and then just turning around and leaving

John very much felt the very strong Death Energy claiming Tim: "I don't want to be sober right now"

~

Earth about to be taken over for the 5th time that year by higher beings

Tim walking up late with coffee in his hand: "Leave or I'll call my husband"

Higher Beings very much not wanting to mess with the High King of the Infinite Realms: ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

~

The Phantom family relaxing with cucumbers on their eyes and face masks: "Did you hear something?"

The Bats & Everyone else:

~

Just an Idea

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Babylon The Great Series Masterlist

Read on A03!

Main Masterlist - Dean Masterlist

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for canon-typical violence, swearing, severe mental health issues, self-harm and suicidal ideation, mentions of rape/non-con, and sexual content.

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, eventual happy ending.

Series Summary

There's something wrong with you that's not wrong with other people. You're a hunter, and a damn good one, but you might be a monster.

There might be something in you that needs to be put down. Something broken that can't be fixed.

It's why you've had one rule your whole life. The only thing your father has ever made clear is that, no matter what, you need to stay away from John Winchester. He can't even know you exist, or he'll kill you and never blink.

And when your paths cross a hunt, you should've run, but you didn't. You couldn't. Because you looked at Dean Winchester, and something changed inside of you. Something called you to him, and you can't figure out what it was, but you know it's strong. And you know that, whatever Dean's doing to you, you don't really care to fight it. Things are broken in you, just as much is broken in him, and you fit perfectly together in a way you'll never be able to describe.

But it's more complicated than that, though. The world pulls you and Dean apart again and again.

And you find your way back, again and again.

Author's Note

This story is non-canon compliant rewrite, but primarily plot wise. Think of it as we're cooking with all the same ingredients (i.e lore, characters, setting, and backstory) but with one change (you) that gets us to a drastically different ending.

What the means is that there will be a lot of similar plot points to Supernatural, but the further we go through the story the more it will diverge. I've also take some creative labor with the reader, adding lore that's defiantly not a part of canon, but crucial to this story.

If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask! If not, I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - In My Brain and In My Blood Chapter 2 - Under My Skin Chapter 3 - I Get A Little Dizzy Chapter 4 - You Bleed Like Me Chapter 5 - If You Let Me Chapter 6 - All The Noise Chapter 7 - Something I Can See Chapter 8 - Keep Us Far Apart Chapter 9 - Does The Feeling Haunt You Chapter 10 - Look and See Chapter 11 - You Might Drown Chapter 12 - Watch You Work The Room Chapter 13 - You'll Have to Believe It Chapter 14 - Water Is Forever Chapter 15 - Before It Falls Apart Chapter 16 - Try to Catch It Chapter 17 - You Come Back Chapter 18 - You Can Start to Make It Better Chapter 19 - That's Nothing New Chapter 20 - Wait for Me Chapter 21 - If You Want To Survive Chapter 22 - I'd Go Black And Blue Chapter 23 - You've Been Waiting to Break Chapter 24 - Just Hold On Chapter 25 - And It Was Written Chapter 26 - Worth the Fight Chapter 27 - When You Go Chapter 28 - All of This is Temporary Chapter 29 - I'll Be Lonely Chapter 30 - Always On My Mind (7/24)

Pslams (In-Series Bonus Chapters)

Can You Hear Me - You sit on the roof of your car. Takes place a month after Chapter 15. I'll Keep On Waiting - Dean watches you, and Jo shares some thoughts. Takes place after Chapter 19. So Go On - Sam Chapter! Takes place after Chapter 20. Spinning Around - You, Dean, and allegedly Sam go to the movies. Takes place between Chapter 19 and Chapter 20. Just Pretend - You and Dean have some dreams. Takes place almost any time after Chapter 20. On My Way - Dean looks at some fruits. Takes place around Chapter 23. Stay This Simple - You and Jo have a girls night. Takes place around Chapter 19.

Extras From Me

Listen to the Playlist! Memes! More Memes! Even more memes!

Stuff By You Guys!!! (Art, Memes, and Anything more)

Meme Art by @dammbi Dean Art by @dammbi Memes 1, and 2, by @dammbi Soul Art by @youdontknowe Princess Art by @youdontknowe Language Art by @imnotmentallyst4ble Princess Moodboard by @deans-yn Playlist by @imnotmentallyst4ble Series Moodboard by @dammbi Journal Spread by @imnotmentallyst4ble Memes by @brtodd Princess and Dean Art by @youdontknowe Princess Marilyn Monroe Art by @youdontknowe Princess Art by @youdontknowe Knife and Blade Art by @youdontknowe Text Memes by @let-it-sn0o0ow Memes, and bonus meme, by @let-it-sn0o0ow Incorrect Quotes by @dammbi The Blade Prop by @imnotmentallyst4ble Chapter 29: Dean and Sam drabble by @thebitchandjerkwinchesters Dean's Camera Roll by @thebitchandjerkwinchesters

[mullermilkshake]

The missing mother

Part 18 <- Part 19 -> Part 20

Hae-in is missing. She's in the most unsuspecting place.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags. - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT Pregnant reader, emotional distress, restraints, needles, arguing (kinda), medical stuff, (TW) high risk pregnancy

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I have only watched the anime and haven't gotten round to reading the manhwa yet. Please refrain from spoilers.

TAG LIST CLOSED

I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I felt the end was a good cut off point and didn't want to put just some filler in that didn't help advance the plot, but I hope you still enjoy it. 🤗

So, Jong-in disrupted Jinwoo’s moment with you, because he couldn’t find his bit on the side?

Because that’s all Hae-in was to him, right? Now the man had another hunter pregnant, he’d probably toss her aside too. Hae-in most probably saw her worth and disappeared with her baby to get away from all the dramatic shit.

Just like now, with Jong-in on Jinwoo’s doorstep, worse for wear and looking dishevelled after some kind of all-nighter, but in truth, he looked hungover.

“You can’t find her?” You asked, your hand holding your belly for comfort.

Jinwoo wanted to kick himself, he hoped at least this time, you would actually listen to him and stay in the bedroom. Of course not. He adjusted the door to keep Beru hidden, casually leaning against the door with an invisible huff he forced himself to choke down.

“I went to see her this morning, to check on her. But she wasn’t there, she told the doctors that she was going out for an early walk this morning like she's been doing the entire pregnancy, but she hasn’t come back. I’ve been losing my mind trying to look for her, I didn’t know who else to turn to. I apologize for how late it is.”

You lost your baby mama and now decide to make it our problem? 

Jinwoo didn’t want you getting involved, not with Jong-in. Any time together was far too much in his eyes and a recipe for disaster.

“We’ll help you, right Jinwoo?” You watched him with cautious eyes, telling him a message with your expression.

Not asking. Telling.

“We’ll help, but you can stay at your place. I can use my shadows, so there’s no point in everyone going out at night.”

“You want me to just wait here?” Jong-in was ever the polite one, even if he was reacting to being turned away.

Jinwoo nodded nonchalantly. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I want you to do, there’s no point in getting worked up. I’ll find her.”

He would essentially still have to traipse out and look for her manually if Igris couldn't find her, he just didn’t want Jong-in sniffing about. The shadow he used initially was sitting nestled in Jong-in’s shadow, Not Hae-in’s.

You, however, must have caught on to that.

“Jong-in, can you wait outside for a moment?” You walked up and closed the door before he could answer, your brows together with a hidden scowl. “I know that you need to be close or something to put one of your shadows on people, just like you put Igris on me. What’s your deal? You’re coming off as really combative.”

He threw up his hands in surrender. “I’m not, I just don’t see the point in us all going out in the dark. Hae-in’s capable. We can’t treat her like she’s made of glass and fragile, neither of you are. So, I’ll go and look for her, I'll have my shadows patrolling the city, something will pop up eventually. It’s late and you’re exhausted.”

You yawned as he said that, but shook it off. “No, there’s something else. You always get tense around Jong-in and I just… I can’t tell what you’re thinking. Care to tell me why?”

What could he honestly tell you? That he was growing a type of hatred towards the man like a tumour, every second you were in his presence. Or that he'd thought of many ways to make him disappear or suffer just to put a smile on Jinwoo's face. Sometimes fantasising wasn't enough, and the only reason he hadn't done anything yet was because of you.

If you knew the sort of dark things he kept a lid on, you would leave him in a heart beat.

Yeah, none of those explanations were acceptable.

“Will you let me go do this if I don’t say anything?”

“No.”

Jinwoo whispered, forgetting that Beru still stood there, awaiting the drama so that he could finish his show. “Because he’s in love with you. You just never noticed.” 

“Me?!” You matched Jinwoo’s volume, but shouted in a hushed tone to scold him. “He’s not in love with me, are you for real right now?! There’s no evidence to substantiate that, there never was.” 

Were you for real?

"It’s there written on his face every time he looks at you, you just don’t see it. He was disappointed that he was never paired with you, he told us that he wanted that but settled for Hae-in.” 

Okay, Jong-in never said that, but the only people currently in the room that recalled the conversation that day was Jinwoo, so who was counting?

You wanted to speak and you even stuttered a little, your mouth moving and closing into utter speechlessness. The cogs were turning in your brain, realisation perhaps? If an opportunity presented itself, Jinwoo had to take it. To drive the wedge that had already grown distant between you and Jong-in further than ever. To sever it completely.

“I’m sorry I’m naturally defensive around someone who's in love with my girlfriend.”

“But… Why is he so upset about Hae-in then? It doesn’t make sense- I saw yesterday that she was head over heels for Jong-in now, it was so obvious. Even with the other woman he's paired with. Why would you feel like that? They have literally nothing to do with us."

Jinwoo couldn’t exactly say that he was territorial and growing more and more possessive over you as time went on either. It took everything in his power not to lose himself like did in the beginning with the headquarters staff member.

Okay, Okay... The first guy really was a fluke. But I'd do it again.

He lied when you asked him if he’d kill for you. While it took him by surprise, it was more headway than he thought was possible this side of the pregnancy. You were still independent a lot of the time and owning your own thoughts.

Yet you still asked him.

It was a given that he would kill for you, but what he wanted to say to you, was that he would abstain from killing, which he had done since. It never made his impulsive thoughts easy to deal with, and despite it all, he managed it.

Because it was for you.

“I feel like that, because I’m in love with you. You’re pregnant and we don’t need the extra drama he’s bringing on our doorstep. I’ll go and find her, because it’s Hae-in. And it’s for you. Not for him.” 

Was it a dick move to say that? Yes. Did it make him better in his head that you knew part of the truth now? Definitely.

Jinwoo opened the door before you even made a sound. Jong-in still stood there like a petrified deer in headlights. “I’ll go find Hae-in, you go get some sleep. I’ll let you know when I find her.”

The night should have long since been over. Jinwoo should have had you in sprawled in bed all fucked out after one thing leading to another, which it would have done had Jong-in not knocked. Then, Jinwoo would have laid in bed with your head on his chest, entangling his fingers in your hair waiting for the twins to move so he could feel it.

But Jong-in robbed that of him.

“Then I’m coming with you, you aren’t going on your own.”

Before Jinwoo could protest, you left the hall towards the bedroom, Beru still stood behind Jinwoo getting antsy but still remaining silent.

“Beru, go and watch your show.” He ignored the little happy dance Beru did and tried not to pay attention to the almighty thud on the couch.

He’ll trash the apartment at this rate. 

Coming back to Jong-in, he didn’t seem to notice anything. But he was getting on Jinwoo’s nerves just standing there, not being his usual self, like he cared. “I’ll come with you-”

“It’s fine. Get some rest.” And he closed the door on him without another word.

When you emerged, you took note of Beru’s position on the sofa and Jong-in's lacking presence. “Where did he go?”

“He went back to his apartment. It’ll be better if I just go- Igris, come out here.”

Igris appeared on cue, wisping out of your shadow and kneeling at Jinwoo’s feet. “Go and find Hae-in, let me know when you do.”

The shadow vanished, Jinwoo took the opportunity to take a glance at the spyhole through the door to await Jong-in’s departure. He was no longer there, whether he did as he was told, or went back out to find Hae-in was another matter Jinwoo did not care to think about.

He just couldn’t stand the man. In the eyes of everyone else, including you, he’d done Jinwoo no harm. Even so, it was the potential to ruin everything that Jinwoo had worked for that turned his stomach at the man who otherwise did absolutely nothing.

“Alright, we’ll go together. But if it gets too much, you’re coming straight home.”

“Jinwoo, I’m pregnant, not unwell. I’m sure I’ll manage.”

There’s that attitude I admire. Shame it's coming at the wrong time. “Alright then.”

By the time Jinwoo grabbed his jacket, you were half way out of the door. He turned to Beru who was still in the same place, eyes peeled to the screen of two characters dancing, or were they fighting? He wasn’t sure, but he called to him like a father ensuring the teenager left in charge wouldn’t burn the apartment down.

“We’re leaving, keep the noise down and come back to me when your show is finished.”

“Yes, Sire!”

Hae-in was probably off somewhere to get some peace and quiet, you made weird comments about the facility from what you had heard. How noisy it was, the lack of privacy due to constant tests that Hae-in mentioned, poking and prodding her with large needles. whether it was entirely true and not an overexageration because of exhaustion and other contributing factors were to be revealed.

However, that could have been you last night had Jinwoo not thought on his feet. Never would he allow you to go anywhere. Never. Never. 

By the time the elevator made its way up to the floor, you were already stepping in, anxiously biting at the dead skin on your fingers and tapping your feet like it was making the elevator move faster. “I knew it was a bad idea Jong-in letting her go to that place. She’s all on her own, it must be so lonely. Why didn't he fight for her?”

"Fighting requires effort. It depends how much pressure he's under from the association."

"You fought for me."

Jinwoo snapped his gaze at you, surprised at your forwardness, slipping your hand into his like a real real couple. It nearly made his heart explode. "I did. I always will."

You never let go, but you dropped the deep inhale too were keeping in your chest. "Why did all of this get so fucked up? I mean, from what I've seen of Hae-in, she seemed so calm and steady. running off like this is unlike her, I guess."

Anyone could pull there jerk reactions from a hat under the right circumstances, even docile hearted Jong-in. "What would you do if you were in her position? Where would you go?”

The question caught you off guard, Jinwoo saw it but how you watched him closely, your body closer yet you said nothing at first.

“I would… I’d go to the place I felt most safe if I was feeling lonely.”

“Which is?” He knew already, well, he hoped. Jinwoo wanted to hear it from your lips.

“Home... In the apartment. With you.”

"It's home to me, too.," Jinwoo smiled, he wanted to kiss you, and he almost did, but the pit of his stomach twisted.

It was Igris.

“He found her. That was too quick to have found her- hold on to me, I’ll exchange- I’m sorry, but it’s going to make you sick.”

“It’s fine.” You didn’t need telling twice, vigourously shaking your head like it would dispel the link from your brain to your stomach.

Jinwoo held you close whilst you clung to him, and he switched places with Igris.

What the- This is the association facility. 

You let go immediately and heaved, hunching over the nearest trash can. A miniature one in the corner invited you, Jinwoo shook away his astonishment on Jong-in’s part and held your hair back. Moaning into the metal container made it echo, your groans of how unfair things were, something about your mana and that you really weren't ever doing that again.

Jinwoo's attention fell on the walls of the facility, cold and modernised with a blinding white artificial overhead light that barely peeked through the overwhelming stench of rubbing alcohol and bitter antiseptic. The linoleum stuck to Jinwoo's shoes, almost crispy from the overuse of cleaning substances and misused adhesives under the mislaid grey carpet that was just as dull as at the illness posters on the wall.

How the fuck did Jong-in not look in the place Hae-in was living in?

Idiot. 

“Let me go! Stop it!” The room at the end of the hall.

It’s where you instinctively ran to, holding yourself and wiping your face with your sleeve as you did so. Jinwoo followed close behind and prevented you from entering into the commotion.

Hae-in laid in bed, restrained to the side bars in wide eyed tears mixed with the perspiration of an athlete across her forehead. She noticed you first before Jinwoo.

Well, this was anticlimactic, she was here all along. 

“You came- you came! You have to get me out, they’re crazy!”

She tugged through gritted teeth, and hissed at the red swelling over her jittery wrists. Hae-in naturally relaxed a fraction in your presence, you rushed over and tried the restraints, noting the padlock on each cuff.

“Holy shit- Jinwoo, help me!”

“You have to get me out of here- I can’t be here anymore. I want to go back to the apartment, help me get back to Jong-in, I don’t want to be here anymore!”

Hae-in thrashed around at Jinwoo’s hesitancy. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help her, it was because something didn’t sit right. If she was here the entire time, then why did Jong-in come to the apartment looking for her?

To get time with you? No. Jong-in’s had plenty of other opportunities to speak to you about other things and he hasn’t, he’s just picking odd times. There has to be something more to this. 

“Jinwoo! Snap out of it and help me!”

Shit. The room stood still for Jinwoo, not for anyone else in the room. He came over and took a look at the locks, an easy break with his bare hands, he managed one with no effort.

“I’d stop that if I were you-”

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped and pawed at your chest, turning and slipping between Jinwoo’s arms. “Doctor, I didn’t see you there.”

She smiled, though it never reached her troubled eyes. “It’s alright, I get that a lot. I didn't mean to scare you.”

The dark pits under her eyes looked right back at Jinwoo, diabolical in nature to make her dishevelled appearance. A running theme tonight. She did her best to adjust her lab coat and smooth down her hair, but undid everything by rolling up her sleeves.

“Stay away the hell away from me!” Hae-in kicked off the bed covers into a slumped pile on the floor and yanked the digging chain on her other wrist.

“Hunter Cha.” The Doctor slipped a clip into her hair, rushing to open the medicine box on the wall. “Please. You need to calm down, this isn’t good for you or your baby.”

You blinked rapidly, they gaze between Hae-in and the medical professional. “What is going on, doctor? She’s hurting, you need to let her go. This isn't good for her.”

“I will, as soon as she calms down- we found her by the bay, wet and barely dressed, shivering to death. She’s extremely stressed and her pregnancy has become high risk, she needs strict bed rest or she could end up labouring early- Hunter Cha, you're putting your life at risk, your baby's life, please take a deep breath, your blood pressure is through the roof!"

She was distressed and sweaty, wiping away what perspiration she could from her forehead before preparing a syringe to which Hae-in recoiled at. She was hysterical, pulling at the restraint which could dislocate his arm at any time.

“Hae-in, calm down.” You said. “The doctor’s trying to help you, let her help you. You’ll pop a blood vessel like this!”

“No, no, no, no! Get that away from me- I don’t want it, I want to go back- let me go back!”

“Hae-in!”

The doctor came round to her free arm and tried to catch it swinging for her face. “I’m so sorry, I really am- your health is at risk, you need to listen me and calm down. I really want to help you.”

She snatched her arm at the first chance she got and held it to inject her, Hae-in amped the reaction like the doctor was radioactive.

Jinwoo was curious. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. “Hae-in, what’s gotten you so upset?”

She was struggling for breath behind her distraught tears and wails. “They want- they want to take my baby away!”

What?

Part 18 <- Part 19 -> Part 20

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DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or manhwa. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[xternal-rst]

weirdest kink? well i suppose the freak can come out once in a while (remember you have the ability to refuse) but have you ever heard of macro/micro? it’s basically an extreme version of a size kink, like a giant and a human or a tiny fairy and a human. it is USUALLY paired with v0re but i myself am not very comfortable with it, i just like the thought of being at the complete mercy (being the smaller) of someone whose tongue could cover my entire cock and ass in a single swipe. you can write something with this if you’re into it 🧍

Ooh never wrote this before, this really intrigued me so much that I have to write this first. I mean I have thought about it but it doesn't really gets me off sometimes. Vore part are disgusting, never understand how people find it hot.

I'll write this as small drabble at first and if you like the plot, maybe I could write this full fanfic.

Disclaimer!! Please do tell me what type of fanfic y'all want, either small drabble or just full on fanfic yeah.. Idk what to call it. Also tell me your kinks and give me a little plot so that it can give me an idea of what you want, yeah? Thank uu :)

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!⚠!: bottom reader, mention of tongue/mouth play?, mention of object insertion, this is bad, dub con, size kinks (micro/macro), NO VORE!

𝕾𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊

Imagine that you're an earth fairy, a small creature that protects its nature from any danger. Either you help an injured animal or that you lead the lost adventure to their path.

Your wings flapped with glee as you smiled bashfully whenever you get a little reward. It was some sort of achievement you get to go through your dull life. Unfortunately, you had been caught by a human who called himself a "fairy hunter"(?) Or whatever it is, you can't really tell from how fast he was speaking.

"Yes! Yes yes yes!! Finally, I caught a fairy!"

You squeaked for mercy, trying to convince him that it was a bad idea and how he'll have to endure the consequences one day. Does he listen? Of course he doesn't, all he saw was a fairy flying around in a jar and squeaking like a little mouse.

It was a matter of time until you're getting exhausted from shouting and flying in circles. You hugged your knees, clenching your clothes in fear. You began to think of the possibilities of dying in the human hand, who was going to protect the forest if you were gone?

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However, when you get to his home. He wasn't what you had expected. He was kind and overall was just fascinated with a fairy which being fascinated was an understatement. He was obsessed with a fairy creature and he finally caught one just because.

At first you felt like a guinea pig being tested with all the tools he poked you with his pencil or just a thin chopstick. Eventually he took off your clothes, he had a grin on his face as if he had gotten candy as a reward.

Your eyes widened when he flipped you over and began to prod your hole with his finger, you tried to kick but he was just too strong.

Then, he had an idea in his mind. You look back in fear with your heart racing as your mind is blanked, not knowing what to do. You had a feeling that in the next few moments, it wasn't good.

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You're moaning and panting as you gripped onto his fingers, legs shaking with half lidded eyes. You could feel the chopstick slowly going in and out of your quivering hole, you couldn't take it any longer. It was too much for your body whenever it hit your spot.

Then he pulled it out, quickly moving you towards his mouth. The wetness of his tongue in your coo and ass was something you never thought you would experience. Your face paled at the possibility of being eaten but a shock of pleasure distracts the thought.

You finally accepted that this was your life now, trapped and used by a newbie hunter.

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This isn't much, I'm kind of bad at doing small drabble but I'm also unsure if this is what you want. Thank you again for the request ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

[sunseed-fandump]

How do the bad batch kids feel about the Cookies of Darkness?

I've been getting this question a lot, along with how the CoD feel about the kids themselves, so I'll try to kill two birds with one stone in this post! ^^

Pomegranate Cookie ==> They hate her. Wizard especially despises her because she talks down to him like he doesn't know what real magic is. Meanwhile, Pomegranate thinks they're wild rowdy children who should be brought down a peg. If she sees a chance to curse them, she will.

Poison Mushroom Cookie ==> They're... alright? It's kind of hard to hate Poison Mushroom Cookie because they're just so... out there. The kids acknowledge that PM definitely isn't a malicious entity, just a sorta goofy one. So the group tolerates Poison Mushroom. Absolutely NO shroomies tho. PM thinks they're besties. :)

Red Velvet Cookie ==> Rocky relationship with him. On one hand, they can agree with him despising Witches and can sympathize with his trauma at being in the middle of the Banquet. On the other, they are not thrilled at the idea of DE taking over the world, which is where their main disagreements come from. Red Velvet, like Pomegranate, is loyal to DE to a fault and since they don't subscribe to her idea of a world under her control, they butt heads. Red Velvet believes the children are misguided and tries to change their mind about DE. But he will fight them if he needs to.

Licorice Cookie ==> The kids absolutely love tormenting him purely because he makes it way too easy, and it's funny. They bully him relentlessly, which drives Licorice up the wall. He hates them as a result. If he's not scheming ways on getting the Soul Jam, he's plotting to one-up them and/or capture them for Dark Enchantress.

Butter Roll Cookie ==> BIG NO. Gingerbrave especially hates Butter Roll. The scientist is interested in each of them for different reasons, but the main one being that all three children were baked by a Witch. He wants them to forward his own research.

Dark Choco Cookie ==> At first they didn't like him, thinking he was just another loyal lackey of Dark Enchantress. But then he left the CoD behind in favor of following his own path. Now the kids have some respect for him. On Dark Choco's end, he understands the kids' ambition for a free world, but recognizes that they don't seem to understand that the world they are living in is already free in its own way. They see the bad, and allow it to fuel their spite, but at the same time they are depriving themselves of the good. He hopes one day they'll be able to let go of whatever is hurting them, the same way he let go of his cursed sword.

Macha Cookie ==> They pity her, mostly. Gingerbrave would probably try to convince her to leave Dark Enchantress behind to no avail. Macha meanwhile thinks they're a group of little fools who will be made to kneel before Dark Enchantress eventually.

Schwarzwälder ==> The minute they learned his name WASN'T Choco Werehound Brute they absolutely held it over him. They bully him almost as much as Licorice Cookie. He can't stand these kids!!!

Affogato Cookie ==> They hate this man so fucking much. It is ON SIGHT with him. He stabbed them in the back during the events of the Dark Cacao Kingdom and they cannot stand him as a result. They will jump him in a dark alley. They will curb stomp him if they catch him alone. Affogato sees them as something to use, rather than be fearful of. They're stupid children who are so very easy to manipulate. He tricked them once, he'll trick them again if he has to.

Dark Enchantress Cookie ==> The kids see her as a control freak and wannabe dictator. While they agree that the Witches have got to go, they're not going to just allow DE to take their place. Meanwhile, she sees potential in each of them. Wild Strawberry's knowledge of other timelines would be valuable. Wizard's magical talent with the legendary Azure Flame Staff would make him a strong ally. Then there's Gingerbrave, who she can't help but see a bit of herself in. She definitely felt insulted when they turned down her offer to join the CoD. She views them as fools who don't know what they're fighting for, but she's certain one day their youthful stubborn spirits shall break, and when that happens, someone will have to step in and give them direction. And if they don't break on their own? She'll happily do it for them. However, they are not a current major priority for her. They'll kneel before her someday, just like all of Earthbread will. It's just a matter of time.

[umbrelladripdrop]

DPxDC Idea 2

This one I've actually attempted to write at one point but only got a lil over a chapter done before I moved on and while I do want to write it, I'm also being realistic when I say I probably won't so for a compromise I'll post it here:

Basicly after DP canon has run its course (sans phantom planet obviously) Danny is just chilling with Sam and Tucker when suddenly there's a snag in the conversation that Danny just can't handle. They've all been working together and been there for each other through all the crazy that's happened after the 'portal incident', but at the same time, Sam and Tucker, and even Jazz, can't quite be there for Danny for everything. More specifically, when it comes to the fact that Danny actually died and the effects that has on him.

In my attempt at a fic it came up with Danny complaining to Sam and Tucker about Jazz being overprotective, even if she has been getting better at not being so bad about it all the time, and Sam ends up actually agreeing with Jazz. The friction comes from Sam and Tucker saying how they wish Danny didn't have to be a hero which hurts Danny because he needs to help, he needs to protect the town, and yet his friends are saying that they wish he didn't. It's a bit of a miscommunication sure, but it's also that Sam and Tucker just can't get it and Danny does eventually realize this but not before he storms off and flies all across town.

And on that flight, is where he says those dreaded words:

"I wish that I could just- just talk to someone who understands for once!"

And *boop*! In a sparkle of green dust pops out a real confused Red Hood stranded on a rooftop that has now been thouraly left in Danny's dust as the teen said the words while flying at least 100 miles an hour and therefore did not see the sudden appearance of a person who was not there five seconds ago.

Yep, Desiree is here but literally only for plot stuff as she's the jumping-off point for this fic. She's like the 'big bad' if you want to call her that, but only because they need to fight and defeat her to undo the spell but other than that this would be a pretty chill fic with some nice Jason and Danny (and even Tim and Danny) bonding and shenanigans.

The premise is that, after this wish and first instance of Danny accidentally summoning someone, it keeps happening. After Jason finally meets up with Danny (Red Hood finds himself in a new area so after like a day or two of research and no contact with the bats [ghostly/GIW caused radio black out or something] he does the smart thing and seeks out the towns resident hero) he gets flashes of why he's here and now he knows he's here cause both he and the kid share the experience of death so yeah he's helping this kid now. After that he and Danny (and Tucker and Sam cause they all made up now) find out that anytime Danny states a fact about his life that's weird or slightly traumatizing, he ends up summoning someone who shares that experience with him. Some examples/possibilities I came up with are:

"Who else fights eldrich horrors and what are essentially God's on the regular?" Cue John Constantine popping up, taking one look at Danny, and giving an emphatic fuck this and teleporting out.

"Well- uh- I bet no one else has had their DNA stolen by a freaky billionaire who's weirdly obsessed with them and then cloned them!" Cue Clark showing up frazzled until he sees Jason and just sighs in acceptance of the Weird Bat Shit.

"No! I refuse! There's no way in hell that someone's had to go and fight their future evil self because they came back in time to stop me from making it so their timeline never comes to pass!" Oh and now Tim is here, now him and Jason can start planin on how to fix this mess (and Tim and Danny can start to be friends too. All the bat bonding).

Those are just the first few back to back ones that Danny spews out in his denial that this is even happening after that initial meet up and explination with Jason. Clark ends up dipping with a promise to tell Bruce that Jason and Tim are alright an are just on a mission now I guess, they're not stuck since both Clark and Constantine could leave but it's not like they were just gonna let this shit slide, so yeah they're staying to help out.

Cue plot/shenanigans/accidentally trauma dumping since the spell makes Danny more suseptible to spewing his guts that way the spell can work more by summoning more people. The summons are based off proximity in a sense because they pull in the person closest that can relate to whatever Danny said.

This leads to Jason and Tim end up getting re-summoned again with a few other points like:

"Getting kidnaped by some old creep on the regular is not a fun time." Tim gets teleported back to Danny and they just... stare at each other because didn't this already happen? Aka this is when they figure out the summoning can apparently stack.

"Yeah like I was supposed to know that getting kidnapped by a ‘father figure’ for ‘my own good’ and wanting to strangle said father figure on multiple occasions was a universal experience." Jason who was sitting in a chair ten feet away is now only two feet away and no longer sitting in a chair and falls to the ground with a waterfall of swears.

"None of you get what it's like to have an older sibling as overbearing as jazz!"Jason teleports again and absolutely flips his shit and goes to fucking gag the twirp because this is the third god damned time Danny!

After Jason's 3rd teleportation, they pause the search for what's happening in favor of trying to figure out why he seems incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Literally. Even Danny says that he doesn't know why he's saying all this. They head down to the lab, which leads to this:

"Oh yeah we can go down here all the time, comes with the territory of borderline neglectful parents." Tim who wasn't on the stairs is suddenly now on the stairs (Jazz was leading the way and therefore farther away) and tips head over tea kettle which makes Jason laugh his ass off all while going how does it feel now?!

There's a potential for so many more summonings and accidentally trauma dumping shenanigans/emotional comfort opportunities but these were just all the ones I could come up with.

The day is eventually saved when they trick Desiree back but Jason and Tim end up staying in touch with Danny and end off with everyone being friends cause I'm a sucker for good endings and fluff. Again I might get to making this an actual fic but I'm already working on a big one (and slacking on it a bit my bad) so who knows? But I at least wanted to get the idea out there somewhere in case someone else wanted to play with the idea.

[everybondyoubreak]

every bond you break

Chapter 1: I'll stick around if you will

pairing: joel miller x female reader

plot summary: You were supposed to leave the past behind when you took Maria's offer to come to Jackson — not get stuck training under Joel Miller’s watchful, unforgiving eye or babysitting Ellie on supply runs. Keeping your distance was the plan. Despite your constant clashing with Joel, there is an obvious attraction between you two, and a few other things revealed along the way that bring you closer together.

warnings: slowburn, seriously, like super slooowburn, mutual pining, blood & gore, tension, competence kink, enemies to friends to lovers, reader is age-appropriate, overprotective joel, eventual smut, eventual romance, found family

AO3

The first weeks in Jackson were peaceful.

You had lived alone in the middle of nowhere for a long time, so any sound of life you heard was something to get used to. This was what having neighbors felt like. At first it startled you a bit, but now you were comfortable enough to get annoyed when they woke you up in the morning.

And people woke up so early here. Your house was close to the center of town, another thing to get used to. There was a dining hall, a daycare, even a bar. People, places, things. It was noisy and new. It was a lot.

This is what you asked for though.

Maria was surprised when you reached out. Well, you didn’t exactly reach out. You came all the way down to Jackson with your two bags fully packed and finally took up her offer.

Your father knew her father before the pandemic. They weren’t close then, but calamity caused the two to join forces. They’d collaborate together, exchanging supplies and directing each other to valuable resources. They were grateful for your father’s support in building their settlement. They even offered your family to join, several times.

Sometime down the line, Maria’s father passed. And soon after so did yours. Around then, Maria asserted that their offer still stands. You cautiously declined, but you got curious.

One thing led to another, and here you were. In this one-story cottage. Sure, the knotty pine paneling was peeling off the wall a bit, but you were determined to make it work. With all the newcomers, they were having trouble refurbishing enough houses quickly and safely. This was the best they could offer with your sudden arrival.

It was already a lot to show up so unannounced, you wanted to be as little of a nuisance as possible.

“You’re sure?” Maria had asked, “I know this is a bit of a downgrade from your old house.” “It’s perfect, seriously.” You insisted.

And it was. The front door had this stained-glass window which let the light scatter in this kaleidoscopic way. The kitchenette had checkered red tiles and a breakfast nook. The living room had a small fireplace along with a window-seat to read in. The house was filled with light and surrounded by sound. The complete opposite of your father’s house.

When you got up to fill your kettle to make some tea, the sink proceeded to collapse in on itself.

Fuck.

-

Maria’s husband, Tommy, came to fix the sink. He had half his body sprawled across your kitchen floor, head under the cupboard, trying to re-install the fixture.

It was surprising to see the life Maria had built here. She had a devoted husband and a baby on the way. On top of it all, she seemed extremely involved with every aspect of Jackson. Despite her extensive involvements, she was still immediately to your aide when you came to her about the sink. She sent Tommy over to help right away.

“So, do you and Maria just do everything around here?” You asked, half-joking.

“You’d think. Maria’s gotten better at delegating though. I was going to send Brian down here but,” He stuck his head out from underneath, “I realized he was the one to install this piece of shit. He did a fuckin’ awful job.”

“I wish I knew anything about plumbing, I would help-” You said, feeling useless, as he stuck his head back under, twisting away. He muttered something telling you to not worry about it. “Well there is this other thing I was going to ask you about,” He said, “Maria says you wanted to start helping out a bit.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You were excited to prove your worth. “She said you were a pretty talented artist as a kid, don’t know if…” “I’d be happy to help paint houses, or whatever you need painted around here.”

Tommy laughs at your suggestion, “No, I was thinking more like, teaching the art classes?” You looked out the window above the kitchen sink, out at the scrappy sanctuary ahead, and asked “Do we really need art classes?”

You were surprised, and slightly offended. Weren’t there bigger things to focus on in the community? And why weren’t you allowed to be a part of it?

“We do actually, the schoolteachers have been asking-” “I just don’t think I’m up to the task.” Jesus, you also hadn’t been around a child in what, a decade? You continued, “Maria had mentioned patrols. I’m good at long-range shooting I could really-”

Tommy stuck his head back out from under the sink, “We’re good for patrols right now, really.” The way he said it stung a bit. He could see your hurt and quickly began to explain, “You know, my brother…he just settled down here as well just a few months ago…he’s takin’ up a good amount of the rotations.”

“That’s just one guy though, I’m just saying if you need alternates or-”

Tommy wiped a bead of sweat from his raised brows and continued working, “Then we will let you know. But for now, we are good.”

He worked at the sink in silence for a few more minutes. When he was finished, you thanked him and asked, “Do you want a glass of water? I would’ve offered earlier but, you know…”

Tommy laughed, “I’m fine. Just let me know if you have any more problems with this thing.”

You nodded and kept your arms crossed. There was a confusing twist of gratitude and obligation growing inside you. Tommy and Maria were going above and beyond to get you settled here and you provided nothing.

As if reading your mind, he spoke your name and explained, “People want to live life here. They want to enjoy and create. I know you don’t think art and that stuff is important but here it matters. Really.”

“Thank you, Tommy. I think it’s just a big ask for right now. I also haven’t painted or drawn like that in years…” You stood up straighter, “I’m better at surviving for now, just let me stick to what I know.” “Alright, alright, that’s fair.”

He stuck his hands in his pocket, as if searching around for an idea in there until he came up with something. He settled on just saying, “Let me talk to Maria.”

-

Much to your dismay, you had ran out of your own food at home and needed to retreat to the dining hall for dinner. The dining hall was overwhelming in its quantities. The amount of food it offered. The number of people milling about in there at all times. You liked to keep your visits there quick.  

But as you opened your door to head out, you could spot Maria walking in the direction towards your house.

You held your breath and nervously walked out to meet her, giving a small wave to politely welcome her over. She stopped in front of the short white picket fence that surrounded your house.

“I don’t think pregnant women should be walking as much as you do.” You mentioned, gesturing to her pregnant belly. She smiled, “You’re on the way over into town. I came by to check on things.”

You nodded and crossed your arms, “Things are good."

“The sink working now?” She asked, eyes narrowing. Maria was always kind to you, but she had an interrogatory way about her.

“Yes, thank you.”

Now she stayed quiet, and you kept talking, “It really wasn’t that much of an emergency. You didn’t need to have Tommy do that right away-” Why were you so nervous? You were obviously telling the truth.

“We just want to make sure you’re alright here.” She said, hand resting on her swollen stomach. The care and attention Maria provided so readily put you on edge. Maybe you were waiting for a price to be given. People don’t care like that for free. She must’ve felt that she owed something to your father.

“I’m fine, I feel like you guys think I can’t handle myself.” The words felt sticky on your tongue coming out.

Maria sighed, “I know you can handle yourself, that’s the problem.” You looked up at her with a puzzled expression.

“You’ve been alone for a decade on top of that mountain. I know you want to be part of a community and I trust you’ll be fine,” Maria looked around at the other townspeople walking by, “It just takes people a lot of adjusting here to get back to what life was like before.”

“Is that why you’re hellbent on me doing art therapy or whatever?” “I was just spitting ideas to Tommy. It helps to have something to do here besides survive.” “Let me help you guys. It’s the least I can do, let me earn my keep.”

She put her hands on her hips, “Alright. We’re doing supply runs this week and they’re training one of the other newcomers here. You want in?”

Better than nothing. “Sure.”

“Perfect, I’ll have Tommy tell Will you’re joining tomorrow’s run then.”

-

What Tommy and Maria failed to mention was the age group of the crew. When you arrived to the meet-up, the sun was barely making an appearance. However, you were still the last to show up because you walked past the group a few times at first. You had mistakenly thought it was some school field trip gathering by the gate.

The “adult” of the group called out your name. You approached cautiously with your horse trotting behind you.

“That’s you right? The newest newbie of the crew?” You nodded in response, he stuck out his hand, “I’m Will.”

Will couldn’t have been older than 26 years old. He was stocky and had dirty-blonde hair that skirted the top of his eyes. He was growing out what looked to be a mustache on top of his lip. His horse matched his demeanor, down to the hair color. Well, minus the mustache. You leaned out to shake his hand and peer at the motley crew of juveniles he was leading.

It was three kids. Teenagers to use the proper term. One of them was a small, freckled girl with reddish hair tied messily in a loose ponytail. She looked spry but restrained, like a jack-in the box. One wrong turn and she’d spring at you. The rest of the crew was a pair of teenage boys, looking to be around 16 or 17. The taller one had brown, curly hair, and seemed a bit skittish. The shorter one was a bit more muscular, with a buzzcut faded by red hair. You could tell from his smirk he was gonna be a pain in the ass.

Will pointed at the freckled girl, “I’m gonna have you paired up with Ellie. She just started a few weeks ago so she can show you a bit of what she’s learned so far.”

The two of you glanced at each other, you shrugged and led your horse to stand beside hers.

“Careful,” Buzzcut boy leaned over to you with a grin and loudly pretended to whisper, “She’s a handful. Her last buddy just quit runs because she was such a-”

“Shut the fuck up, Dylan” Ellie snapped. The boy sneered, “It’s Devin. My name is Devin.”

“Like I care,” Ellie growled back, “I have some other names I’d like to call you instead-” You kept your head down, but a small laugh slipped out of you. The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise at your amusement.

“Alright!” Will shushed you all, “Enough. We only have so many hours of daylight to use. We’re heading east today. Patrols this week haven’t had any sightings of raiders or infected but still, no messing around.” He said this looking directly at Ellie. She rolled her eyes.

Will continued, “It’s a long ride to Wilson Valley. During this time, I want you to think about inventory. Things we need. Do we remember the acronym?”

The teens all nodded in unison but stayed silent. Will looked around, “Any of you gonna recite it for the newbie? Greg, you try.”

Greg, the lanky, quieter one, recited carefully, “Yeah, uh, we’re looking for items that are S-A-F-E.”

“Do you remember what that stands for—”

“Supplies, ammo, fire-starters, and electronics.” Ellie interjected, counting off each word on her fingers.

Will sighed, “Right, whatever, let’s just get going.”

-

The first hour riding to Wilson Valley was quiet. Will stayed a few paces behind to keep an eye on the group. You and Ellie rode side-by-side in silence, a few paces behind Greg and Devin who led the way.

Eventually, Ellie began the conversation , “Not to be rude,” You braced yourself as she asked, “But how old are you exactly?”

You dodged an incoming tree branch before answering, “It’s hard to keep track. What year is it again?”

“2034.”

You quickly did the math in your head and said the answer aloud. Ellie whistled, “Oh wow, so you’re like, actually kind of old.”

“Kind of old?” You repeated in disgust, “I’m not old.”

She smiled devilishly, “You’re older than Will, and Will is pretty old. He’s like, twenty-four.”

“Ellie, isn’t your dad like 200 years old?” Devin jeered from up front. Ellie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, and Joel could still kick your ass any day of the week, dipshit.”

You laughed and asked, “So if your dad is 200 years old, then how old are you, pipsqueak?”

“Fifteen.” Ellie answered quickly, “And Joel’s not my dad he’s—” She paused to figure out the wording. Her shoulders tensed up.

“I get it.” You said, leaving it at that. In the far distance, you could hear a mourning dove call out, softening the sudden silence between you two.

Will led the group down one more long, scraggly road, before finally arriving at what looked to be a scattered arrangement of abandoned cabins. A worn-down sign stood solemnly in the midst of the buildings. “Jackson Hole Bible College” You read under your breath.

Greg and Devin went off to what looked to be the campus’s old library. Will directed you and Ellie to take the largest cabin on the far left and search for items to grab.

When you entered the place, it looked to be a cafeteria. Or what used to be a cafeteria. Tables were flipped over, some chairs snapped in half, trays of disintegrated food and silverware abandoned mid-meal. On the front wall, there was a giant calendar boasting a time from over two decades ago. A flyer advertising tutoring services was still pinned up, a few strips of paper dangling out a phone number that no longer existed.

The place seemed eerily untouched in some parts of the room and then completely ravaged the next. Rows of coffee mugs sat peacefully on one shelf. In contrast, the shelf beneath it consisted of only shattered glassware.

It was odd how time behaved now. Destruction and decay weren’t as consistent as you’d think. Of course, most places and things had been completely ravaged as years passed. Yet some things stayed untouched, devoid of any evidence of worth or affection. You couldn’t decide which was worse.

“So, SAFE.” You recited as you scanned the room, “Supplies…”

“Yeah, you know, food, water, medicine…” Ellie began to list out as she rummaged through one of the rickety cabinets hanging off the wall.

“Coffee?” You held up a yellow can of Cafe Bustelo, shaking the contents at her playfully. Ellie’s eyes widened, “Wait, really? Let me see that.”

“You a big coffee person?” “No, but Joel is.” Ellie said, shoving the can into her backpack and zipping it tightly. She looked around, “Don’t tell Will or them. They want us to share all of what we find…but some things,” She smiled, “We can keep for ourselves.”

You nodded along, “I like the way you think.” As you rummaged around more, you found some cans of tuna, an opened bottle of honey, and other non-perishable treasures. Across the room, you saw Ellie head towards a long, thin door by the kitchen. A few minutes passed, and you could hear her loudly cursing at something.

“What’s up?” You yelled over to her, to which she grunted, “This door…it’s fucking locked!” “Hang on…” As you made your way over, you swiftly pulled a pick from your back pocket. You swatted her aside and began to dig into the keyhole, feeling around for the pins that kept it shut.

After a few seconds of shimmying it around, the lock clicked open. Ellie raised her eyebrows,“Impressive.”

It was still dark inside the now unlocked room, but you could faintly see stacks of food lined across the wall. Excitedly, you reached for the light switch, flicking it on to reveal a pair of bare feet dangling in front of you. Your heart shot up into your throat. Horrified at the sight, and the stench, of the body hanging mid-air. Miraculously, you kept quiet. There was a swollen red ring around the dead man’s left foot. The bite marks around it were a bubbly, bright red.

“Oh…” Ellie said lowly, but began to make her way inside to scavenge around the body. Without hesitation, you latched onto her shoulder to pull her back and hissed, “Careful!”

“Why? The guy’s obviously dead—” “He might be dormant…”

On cue, the feet began to wiggle and move in the air. The rest of the body began convulsing and sputtering as it dangled in the air, screeching to free itself from the noose. Ellie stumbled back, “Oh fuck!”

You shoved Ellie behind you, reached for your pistol and immediately shot up at the body, blasting it directly in the neck. The body snapped off from the head and hit the ground with a back-to-back thud. The two of you stared in disgust at the remains. The now severed head laid on its side, looking like shredded cabbage from the blow.

“Fuckin’ disgusting…” Ellie whispered.

“HEY!” Will’s voice came booming in from behind, “The hell is going on? Why did I hear a gunshot-”

Will stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of you both. The beheaded infected behind you. The pistol in your hand. Ellie laying on the floor.

Will’s frustrated face was now overcome by concern, “What happened, are you two okay?”

You nodded, “I’m fine. Ellie…” You reached down to pull her up. She ignored your hand, pushing herself up on her own, “We’re fine, Will.” Ellie’s eyes narrowed and she looked at Will intently, “Do not tell Joel this, by the way.”

“Ellie, I don’t know-”

What was with this Joel guy she kept talking about?

“Do not say anything Will, because nothing happened.”  “I can’t make any promises, Ellie. I won’t say anything but if him or Tommy asks…”

“Let’s just keep looking around in here.” You interjected, “Looks like this guy had stashed himself away with some good stuff.” The two of them nodded and followed you in to carefully collect more supplies.

-

The ride back was oddly tense. You could see Ellie in the corner of your eye mulling things over. A part of you felt for sorry for her. You understood how she felt in some way. Even if Joel wasn’t her father, she was clearly entangled with the man in some way. His stress was her stress. His joy was her joy.

“Hey,” You leaned over to her, snapping her out of her spiral, “I found an extra can of coffee in the pantry back there. Folgers…you can have it.” She looked up at you and gave a small smile, “Really?” “Really, I don’t need it. You should give it to your, uh... Joel.”

She nodded. As you two continued riding, she spoke up, “Joel’s not my dad but we came here together. From the Boston QZ.” “Oh.” “He’s a good guy, he’s just overprotective. Especially right now, he has his brother Tommy on my back too.” Oh. This was Tommy’s brother.

“It sounds like you have a lot of people looking out for you,” You said, “That’s hard to come by.” The air felt colder as a gust of wind traced across the back of your exposed neck.

“And you just moved here too?” Ellie asked. You nodded, knowing she probably wanted more of a response than that. “I lived alone for a while, a couple hours from here.”

“Why’d you come here then?” “I got tired of myself…or being by myself” You were being honest at least, “I’ve known Maria for some time and she always offered me a place to stay here. So I finally moved out here.”

“And look at you now,” Ellie chirped, “Hanging with a bunch of teenagers, scavenging for canned food with me, Greg, and Dylan here—”

“It’s Devin!” He called back.

“Like I care…” Ellie grumbled to herself. She reverted her attention back to you, “What did you mean back there by ‘dormant’?”

“Huh?” “Dormant,” Ellie repeated, “You said that infected guy was dormant back there.”

You looked back at her, seeing the genuine intrigue in her eyes. “Uh, in altitudes like this, especially in rooms with little to no light, the symptoms of infection slows down in some bodies. It’s a lot more subtle. And stubborn. More stubborn than usual.”

Ellie squinted her eyes, “I thought dead people couldn’t get infected.”

You pointed up at your head, “There’s still a body and a brain to work with, so it can still take over.”

“So he wasn’t dead?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “I think they’re still alive in there, just at complete loss of their bodies. That’s why you’re better off shooting yourself in the head when you get bit. Leave the cordyceps nothing to work with.” You felt your throat tighten at the thought.

Ellie nodded, taking the information in, “How exactly do you know all this?”

“Trial and error, I guess.”

Ellie let out a small “Hmph” in response and began riding ahead of you with no further questions. Good enough of an answer for her, thank goodness.

-

When you got back to Jackson, Will guided the group to the church hall to drop off the gathered supplies. Once that was over with, you all went down to the gate by the stables.

There was a small group of people eagerly waiting by the south gate. You all slipped off your horses and began to walk in their direction. Devin and Greg made their way to a pair of older couples standing together, presumably their parents.

You stuck by Ellie’s side, knowing she was going to ditch you any moment for her parental figure. The contrast of the surrounding adults versus your place with the group of children brought a wave of infantilization over you. Why did Tommy and Maria put you in this kiddie group?

You could clearly hold your own. You shook off the infected earlier with ease. You had no trouble finding useful items for the supply run. And yet, the hardest thing that happened all day seemed to be this. Watching the happy families reunite and walk off together. You thought you had grown past this forgotten feeling but it was still there. A slow, steady pulse in the pit of your stomach.

Surprisingly, Maria was there in the crowd. Tommy seemed to have tagged along as well. Maria had one hand on her swollen belly, her other hand in the air waving at you. Tommy yelled out your name and gave a smile. You gave the couple a quick thumbs up, hoping that was sufficient for a conversation.

You needed to talk to Maria alone later. You couldn’t deal with being around kids and families like this. There had to be some loners like yourself to work with. Where you could just get shit done and call it a night.

There was another individual standing in the crowd close to Tommy. He was taller and older.

This clearly must be Tommy's brother Joel. He closely resembled Tommy, but he had a certain intensity emanating from him. He had a few more lines on his forehead, and hair that was borderline silver that framed his tense, defined face. With his broad stance and stern expression, he looked impenetrable. Once his dark eyes flicked over you, a rush of heat spread across your face. You raised your hand to deflect his stare, nervously running your fingers through your hair to keep subtle.

He was handsome. Intimidating, but handsome. Those two traits dangerously entwined.

When his eyes went over to the young girl next to you, his gaze immediately softened. He gave a small smile and nod to Ellie.

“Come over here you two!” Tommy called out. You looked behind yourself, sure that Tommy must be yelling to someone else. He laughed and called your name once more for reassurance. You made your way over with Ellie. Your hands holding tightly onto the reins of your horse.

“How’d it go?” Maria asked you. You could feel Ellie’s eyes on you, nervous that you’d mention the slight scare earlier that day.

“Great,” You answered, “I had a good time with the kiddie group today.” Maria raised her eyebrows in bemusement.

“Hey!” Ellie yelped, pretending to be offended. Tommy gestured to Ellie and asked you directly, “Now, how’d she do?”

“She was great.” You felt another pair of eyes holding onto you firmly. Tommy’s brother stood by silently, eyeing you up and down. You looked back at him, waiting for him to chime in. But he kept quiet.

Tommy laughed, “Seriously? I don’t believe you two.” He gave you a wink to indicate that he was partially playing around. “Let me ask Will, hey Will!”

You and Ellie shot a brief, panicked, look at each other. Will nervously scuttled over to the five of you.

“How’d everything go today, Will?” Will gulped and began to talk, “Uh, good. We did find some-”

Your mind scrambled to come up with a conversational diversion. Your hands sprang into your bag, pulling out a red metal tin, “We got you some coffee!” You blurted out, staring up at Joel.

Everyone stopped talking and stared at the sudden interaction. Joel’s eyes landed back on you. For the briefest moment, they looked surprisingly tender. A second later, his expression immediately tensed up again. His eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

You felt your cheeks begin to redden. Why, of all the distractions, was that the one you decided to go with?

“We found you coffee. Your…um, Ellie had mentioned you were looking for some.”

He looked at the others, as if wondering if they were putting him up to something. “So…is that all you found for the group?” He barked.

Yes, he made you nervous, but he didn’t make you amenable.

Your defensiveness swept in, clearing out any shame completely. You glared up at him, “No, I actually found some other items. Just trying to be nice, not an idiot.” Tommy gave a small laugh to try to keep the peace.

You could hear Will chattering to Maria from the side about you, “She really was a big help…you know normally I’d ask her to share those grounds with the kitchen but-”

“Joel, say thanks.” Ellie said lowly.

You eased up and extended the Folger’s can out to him. Holding your makeshift olive branch with both hands. He reached out. As he grabbed the can, his thumb grazed your top finger ever so slightly. You looked down at the ground to steady yourself and heard him mutter out a lowly, “Thanks.”

“Well, okay,” Tommy said, “Let’s walk the horses back to the stables and call it a night, yeah?”

You nodded, staying behind to let Ellie, Joel, and Tommy walk ahead of you. Will gave you a wave and headed off in another direction. Maria stayed by your side, and the two of you started slowly walking.

“So how was it, actually?” She said quietly to you. You looked over at her, perplexed, “It was fine, really.”

“You seem annoyed with something.” “Why’d you put me in the kid’s group?” You finally asked, then lowered your voice again, “I’m a little too old for this group, don’t you think?”

Maria sighed and crossed her arms, staring ahead at Joel and Ellie. “I thought you two would make a good match.”

You kept your eyes ahead, watching as Ellie pulled out her own tin of coffee to gift to Joel. You could see him laugh and place his hand delicately on Ellie’s shoulder, guiding her into the stables. For a brief moment, he looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with you before disappearing into the stalls.

You and Maria had stopped in place further away to keep talking out of their earshot. You snapped your focus back onto the conversation at hand. “What do you mean?”

She guided you over to the fence surrounding the stable, “Ellie was paired up with a girl her age but the two got into some shit. We’ve dealt with kids similar to this before. I think she needs someone like you to work with.” You leaned against the fence and cocked your head to the side, “Really, someone like me?”

“She works better with certain people. Someone like Joel, someone like you…” “Shit, am I like Joel?” You snapped. “No one is like Joel.” Maria replied.

“Thank God.” You huffed. A corner of Maria’s mouth raised in amusement.

Maria put a hand on your shoulder, “I want people here that I can trust to uphold this community.” She looked into your eyes, “I trust you. And I trust Joel is what my husband says he is,” Her head bowed, “But I think there are some things he just can’t move past from.”

Then she added, “I think Ellie needs to see how other people are adjusting to things. How people move on and make a life here, like you have.”

You felt your jaw tense. How bold of Maria to assume such a thing.

“Why me though? Why not someone that’s lived here longer? I just got here too. ”

“She reminds me of you,” Maria finally said, “The way you were back then, with your dad.”

This came as a second blow. You looked away from Maria, mentally rummaging for some sly comment to throw back at her. But it never came. You kept your gaze somewhere far off, looking past the stables, far out as the sun melted into the mountains over Jackson.

A voice came out of you, unusually soft, “I can take her under my wing for a little bit.”

[very-merry-birthday]

Wrong Side of the Bed ⋆Second Part⋆

Part One

Summary: When Dean and the reader get hit by a curse that stops them from sleeping, they start dreaming instead. (A bit of plot as an excuse for a bunch of different smut. First part- Shower sex, Impala sex, Bed sex. This part- Demon Dean, Sweet Dean).

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex. (Dream) Demon Dean -> dirty talk + rough sex.

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The rest of the morning was spent in a tired haze. Sam tapped away at his laptop, you and Dean took turns between the bed and the couch. After a while he gave up, eventually letting you lay with your head on his lap, stroking your hair with comforting hands, hoping that even if he couldn't sleep he could help you to.

You felt time passing, a bubble around you, and the need for sleep growing. But more than that was your need for Dean. Every time you closed your eyes images filled you head, you wanted so desperately to reach out to him, to grab him, to feel the contours of his body.

At midday Sam finally got both of your attention to show you what he'd found. He spun his laptop around triumphantly, and met with blank faces, began to explain.

"I couldn't find much. It looks like it's- it's sort of an odd curse. To some it's a blessing, but-"

Dean cut in, already short tempered, "Can you just explain what's going on?"

"I think it's a curse that makes you see your true desires. It's stopping you from sleeping until you get them, so it's basically making you think about them non stop. You've been having weird dreams right- almost out of body?"

You both nodded, listening.

"Right so those would be your true desires."

You paused for a moment considering his words, "Is it possible we're thinking of the same thing?"

"It very well could be- I'm not sure how this curse works being shared across two people, there's a good chance you're connected in some way. Dean what are you thinking about? What's it that you really want?"

Dean looked over at you and swallowed hard before speaking, his face ragged with exhaustion, "Beer?"

Sam looked doubtful.

"Beer and strippers." He repeated himself, slightly more sure.

Sams doubt didn't let up. "Right. And you, Y/N? What is it you want?"

You paused again, "Well all I really want right now is a decent night sleep- how do we get it?"

"That's a little more tricky." He spun the laptop back to himself, looking down at the screen, "It doesn't really say. There's a chance you just need to get the thing you really want? Other than that, maybe you're right, maybe you just need to wait it out until sleep becomes the most important thing to you?"

You and Dean exchanged worried looks, cautious about how unsure he sounded. Dean spoke up again, "How long is that supposed to take?"

"Like I said, I really don't know anything here. My advice would be to exhaust yourselves, stop trying to sleep and go on a run."

You rolled your eyes, the idea of trying to run while feeling like this impossible.

Dean stood up quickly, "He's right- not about running- but we need to do something." He pulled you to your feet, "We train. This shouldn't have happened in the first place, and if the only way we get past it is to wear ourselves out- so be it."

You nodded cautiously, going along with his ideas, "I'll only agree if you can get me a room by myself tonight."

-

Dean shoved his body against yours, hard, pain reverberating through you as you slammed into the motel wall. You let out a pained exclamation.

"Come on Y/N you have to focus, we've gone through this twice already."

You slumped down in front of him in a crouch, your head pounding, desperate to take a break. "Just give me a second, yeah?"

"We need keep going, just a bit more and then we can try and sleep again."

You stood up cautiously, balancing yourself against the wall, "I'm fucking exhausted Dean, I just need a second."

He grabbed your shoulder roughly, keeping you stood up, speaking more gently, "Me too, come on let's run it once more and then we can try and sleep again, it's almost dark anyway."

You nodded.

He grabbed your wrists tight above your head, pressing his body against you, eyes level with your own. "Okay, get out."

You struggled against him, the heat of his body flowing though you. All you could focus on was his fingers wrapped around your skin, his lips inches from your own. Time seemed to slow, you watched deep breaths escaping from his lips, his breath hot against your skin. Your heart began to pound in your chest, your own breath hitching.

He tightened his grip on your wrists, looking down at you with a dark expression, "Come on, you need to try harder than that."

You wanted to stay like this forever, his hands on you, your bodies pressed against each other. You could barely will yourself to struggle against him, a mixture of exhaustion and neediness for him to stay touching you combining. You lifted your body back from the wall, pushing against him, trying to find some traction. He used his own hip to push you back, his crotch now pressed against you, your whole body unwinding at the feeling. It took everything in you to not let out a moan, tightening your jaw to keep yourself quiet. Dean looked down at you again, his eyes flicking over your body, before he pulled back, letting go and causing your arms to go slack down next to you.

"Right I-" he caught his breath, "I think that's probably- maybe we should try to sleep again-"

Your body ached. Ached for the bed. Ached for him. You wanted to reach out, to touch him-

He grabbed your arm, looking you in the eye as he spoke steadily, "We've got this, give it ten minutes and you'll be fast asleep, and if not come knock at my door and we'll keep training?"

You nodded, too exhausted to speak. He brought you into a hug, and you breathed him in deeply.

He slunk off out the room, leaving you by yourself. You stripped off your clothes, once again finding yourself in your underwear desperately climbing under the covers, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep.

Dean pushed his body against yours, hands tightening around your wrists above your head. You blinked hard adjusting to the situation. His knuckles went white as he gripped onto you, letting out a low growl, "Ohhh baby, you have to try harder than that."

"Dean I-" you pulled against his wrists, desperate to wriggle free, his tight grip unrelenting. This wasn't training, this was something different. He grinned at you, his eyes flashing black, sending a chill through you, before turning back to their usual green. "-Dean please."

He loosened his grip on you, but kept you there, his lips inches from your own, his eyes flicking over your face, "Come on, you love this, don't act like this isn't turning you on."

You let out a low whine, you couldn't deny his words. He pressed his body against yours and pressed his lips to your ear, whispering, "You want this don't you?"

You let out another whine, his lips lazily finding your jaw, kissing along it heavily. He let go of your wrists, his hands immediately flying to grab your hips, keeping you pressed against the wall. His mouth found your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin, a deep vibration stuck in his throat. "I'm not gonna do anything unless you tell me you want it."

Your hands combed through the back of his hair, pressing him into you, the feeling of his lips on your skin flowing through you. "I want it- I want you."

He dug his fingers deep into your hip, "You're so fucking needy aren't you?"

You moaned as his mouth found your collarbone. He stepped back as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift motion, his hands back on you in an instant. You sunk into the feeling, your desperation growing, the strange mix of dream and reality overtaking your body, desperate to cum, for him to make you. "Dean-"

He smiled into your skin, a sinister grin at his own name, "You have to tell me what you want, go on sweetheart."

"Please, touch me-"

He let out a slight chuckle, tugging at your pants, as you, in turn, pulled his shirt over his head. His hand dove into your underwear, already soaked, his fingers roughly thrusting into you, "God you're such a slut."

This wasn't your Dean, the way he spoke, the things he said, you knew that, but you also knew in this dream world you couldn't care less. You let out another moan at his words, spreading your legs slightly to give him better access to your pussy.

His face turned darker at the sight of you undone below him, his jaw clenched. He circled your clit with his fingers, and smiled as you let out another desperate moan. You felt your orgasm rising and bit your lip to hold back even more sounds, your hips bucking against him.

He used his other hand to grab you forcefully, bruising your skin. He added another finger to your pussy, filling you with his long digits. He watched you carefully, pushing you to the edge. Just as you felt yourself about to become undone, he pulled his fingers out, causing you to desperately whine for him.

He let out another laugh at the sight, "I said I wasn't going to give you anything unless you tell me you want it. So darlin' what do you want?"

"Fuck me, please- I need you-!"

He unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out, pumping it in his hand as he watched you beg for him.

"Please-"

He pushed himself into you, slamming his body against yours. You let out a sharp gasp, the sudden feeling of him inside you sending a jolt through your whole body. He stretched you out, a low hum of pain as you adjusted to his size. His hand found your neck, wrapping around your throat as you let out another moan. He began to thrust into you harder, desperate to fill you, to feel every inch of you.

"You're so fucking tight-" he pushed himself deeper, "Such a dirty fucking bitch-"

You whined into him as he began to push harder, both of your orgasms beginning to rise.

"What is it you want? You want to cum for me like the filthy slut you are?"

"Please I-"

He pounded hard into you, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to cum, please Dean I need to-"

He kept thrusting, harder and harder, pounding into you. Pounding. Pounding.

Pounding at the motel door brought you back to reality, your sheets covered in sweat, your body still exhausted. In your half dream state you arose, making your way towards the door and opening it to find Dean on the other side. His shirtless body was glistening with sweat, his face ragged with tiredness.

"It's not beer or whatever I said- my dreams- it's been you-"

You looked back, dumbfounded.

"It's been you- us- the whole time. We were in the shower, I was fucking you I-"

You blinked hard, still not able to speak.

"-and then we were in the car-"

"and then it was in the bed together, last night." Now it was his turn to be dumbfounded. He stopped talking as you took over. "And then, just now- you were you but not you -"

"We've been having the same dreams- I- fuck-" he crashed his lips into yours, desperate to taste you, the real you. It felt like fireworks filling you, your exhaustion melting off your body. Your hands found his face, holding him close to you, combing through his hair, holding his cheek. His own hands found your neck, then your shoulder, then your thigh, needy hands grabbing at your body. Finally he settled on your hip, holding you close against him. This was nothing like the dream version of him had just been, no toughness, just gentle, firm hands, his thumb lightly rubbing at your hip. He was soft, and comforting, warm.

"Dean I-" you didn't know what you wanted to say as you separated his lips from his, perhaps you wanted confirmation that your dreams had truly been alike, but he cut you off, his lips back on yours. He couldn't stand the idea of not kissing you, the thoughts of his own dreams filling his mind, your hands on him, on his cock, of it inside you.

He lowered his mouth to your neck, kissing you, breathing you in. One of his hands came up to your chest, tugging at your bra, lightly grabbing your tit, your nipple pinched between his fingers. You let out another gasp at the feeling, electricity filling your body.

He let himself pull back slightly for a moment, catching his breath, needy and wanting ,"Please Y/N I- I need you, please-"

You pulled him towards the bed, both of you collapsing in a pile, his body above you, skin against skin. You both messily tugged at each others clothes, Dean letting out a careful chuckle as he tried to untangle himself from his own underwear. He aligned himself back above you, his cock in his hand as he glided his tip through your wet folds. You let out a moan and he let out a gutteral hum at the feeling.

"Are you sure?" He murmured as he dipped his mouth back against your neck.

You nodded into him, letting out another moan as a response. He pulled back to you look at you, "Seriously, is this okay? Is this-"

You cut him off, one hand cupping his cheek, the other finding his back, "Yes Dean- yes."

He pushed into you, quickly but carefully, watching your expression to make sure you were okay. You sighed into him, the feeling of him finally inside you almost too much to bare, your hands finding purchase on his back, pulling him closer. He began to thrust into you, slowly pushing himself deeper, his hot breath against your skin. You moaned at the feeling, both of your gasps filling the silence in the room.

"God you feel," he thrusted with the words, "so good."

"Dean-" you cooed into him.

He began to speed up, grabbing your hips tightly as he pulled you into him, desperate now for you. "Sweetheart I need- god I need to cum so bad."

You held on for a moment, focusing on your own pleasure, letting it rise in you as he continued to thrust. He clenched his jaw hard as he tried to stave off his own orgasm, watching you carefully. Right when you felt like you were about to break you let out a desperate gasp, pulling him close to you, "I'm ready-"

He let out a loud groan as he came, your own orgasm rolling through you at the same time. He held you tightly, both your bodies on fire as his thrusting slowed, finally getting the release you'd both been desperately seeking. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, your aching muscles unwinding, your head clearing. He pulled out carefully, rolling next to you on the bed.

Both of you sighed deeply, the feeling of the sheets soft against your skin, panting filling the air. He pulled himself up on the bed, letting your head rest on his chest as you both composed yourself. His hand gently stroked through your hair as he kissed your forehead lightly.

You lay like that for only moments before you both drifted off, finally content.

[dduane]

Dear DD, I'm wondering if you could show examples (from your own work or otherwise) of what really, *really* rough drafts of fiction writing look like. I'm talking the earliest stages of the process that normally most people don't show to the public; whenever I look around online, what folks seem to post as "WIP" samples are usually more like 80-90% polished excerpts.

While my brain logically knows these are the late-stage stuff, it has an ill-advised habit of trying to draft to that 80-90 level of quality from the get-go--I think it might help to see what the equivalent of "thumbnails" or "sketches/doodles" look like in writing, especially from someone who's been At The Work for a long time. Hopefully it's an alright request! I understand if for various reasons you can't.

I'm more than willing to show people my stuff in process, every now and then. ...But in my case, your initial query poses an unusual challenge. And it's this:

After pushing fifty years of doing this work (or indeed, you had it right, this Work) for money, everything comes out looking fairly polished.

And this can't be helped. Once you've been doing this work for long enough—once doing it well starts being the thing responsible for keeping you and your family fed—you will inevitably (eventually) evolve the ability to exude smooth-looking prose at minutes' notice. Over the years your internal prose filters will get trained into being increasingly fine-meshed... and the longer this goes on, the more flatly they'll refuse to let clunky stuff out onto the page any more. You don't really even think about it. You just keep refining a given phrase/sentence/paragraph in your head until it feels acceptable.

After a couple/few decades, this ability becomes an ever more finely-honed survival characteristic. You can no sooner emit actively coarse prose (without trying purposefully to do so, which is another story...) than you can stop breathing for minutes at a time without suffering the consequences. (shrug) It's just the way your life experience has taught your Drafting Brain to conduct itself, going forward.

Now... this doesn't mean at all that the drafted material, be it ever so polished-looking, is necessarily what you intended (or needed!) to write. Oh no. I could this very day show you some prose that by my standards is still really rough, because I wrote it five minutes ago... and you'd look at it and be very unlikely to be able to see what my problem was with it.* Whereas I'm sitting staring at it and muttering "Dammit, something's missing here. No idea what. I'll come back to it tomorrow."

And indeed I wrote something about three hours ago that (as I got it onto the page in its earliest form) left me literally gasping about how obtuse I'd been about the situation and emotions described in it, as recently as early this afternoon before I had lunch. It was a scene that had been missing from something I'm completing at the moment—indeed not merely missing but completely uncontemplated—and as it spooled itself out on the page all I could do was shake my head at my own idiocy at having missed the opportunity earlier, while I was nailing down the plot.

And I would love to show you that piece of prose right this minute, so that you could see what minutes-old prose from me looks like. Except it's seriously spoilery, and I refuse to sabotage a larger work by allowing out any material that's so loaded... and which viewed out of context would deprive it of most of its power. So, as we say around here, 'Sorry not sorry.'" Though I promise I'll come back to this and talk about it "in the clear" later, when that work's published.

...Anyway. The best advice I have for you just now is that trying to make your filters-in-training less effective is—to put it as gently as Captain Amelia might—a mistake.

That urge to have the first draft—or the "zero draft" as some are calling it these days: I use this myself—be as good as possible is frankly a lifesaver. Indulging it, sentence by sentence and paragraph by paragraph, will only leave you with less frustration, less editing and re-editing, and way less Flat Forehead Syndrome over time. You are going in the right direction, even if it makes you feel like you're losing valuable time.

Your brain's attempts to draft to the highest possible level are not ill-advised. Indulge the urge to get your drafting more right, even if it makes you suffer a bit. No one ever said this writing lark was going to be all fun. (And if they did, they lied to you.) Also: hunting through other people's WIP excerpts, be they rougher than yours or more polished, in a search for something that your excerpts or drafting style should or could theoretically look like, will do you no good in the long term... and may do you harm. All you're likely to be left with, after you haven't found anything useful in the wake of the shoulder-peering, is a sense—almost certainly an inaccurate one—that you're somehow doing it wrong.**

You're not. You're finding your own way, at your own speed. This is the Writer's Journey. (As opposed to the Hero's, which I have characters shouting at me about at the moment.) (eyeroll) As you continue going your own way, your drafting will gradually pick up speed without losing quality. ...And don't neglect your outside reading. You need to be reading outside your own genre and your own century to pick up, as it were, new (or old) plugins for your filters.

Anyway. If (as it seems) you're in this for the long term: get right down here with the rest of us and suffer your way (briefly) through it. We all agonize unnecessarily over the effectiveness of our process from time to time. The only cure is to say "fuck that noise" to the back of your Writer's Mind, and get back to the actual writing, where these problems are worked out in the only way that counts.

So: go do your thing, and let the chips fall where they may. And I hope this has helped! Let me know, over time, how things go.

*This situation is also, BTW, a bit of a problem for a writer in a career stage like mine. In an inversion of the usual rule—where "the Perfect becomes the enemy of the (Merely) Good"—the "Really Not Bad At All" becomes the enemy of the "Could Have Been Way Better If You'd Given It A 'Should I Maybe Sweat Over This A Little More?' Pass". Because the Not Bad At All genuinely isn't... but if you're not careful, you stop seeing where to kick it into the next stage when you're distracted by all the other junk going on in life.

**...But this is one of the downsides of the community, and communality, of the writing life online. We wind up endlessly looking over each others' shoulders to try to find answers that—in many cases—were already sitting between us and the screen, on the keyboard.

(And now a suggestion for those who find these occasional excursions into the Advice Barrel useful: at various folks' request, I have a Ko-Fi now. If you find the advice useful and you feel so inclined, send me a sign.) :)

[eldritchx]

Helluva Boss is not progressive, not only is its portrayal of queer people incredibly questionable but the female characters are treated like garbage. The show is so incredibly misogynistic, so is the fandom and it's incredibly exhausting.

All the women's plotlines revolve around men, their stories are in the men's perspective and/or sparked because of a man. None of their personalities, back stories, conflicts, etc. are in a woman's perspective. I understand this show has a large amount of male characters but that's no excuse.

The male characters are allowed to have their emotions raw, exposed and artistically written/drawn. Yet the women can't do any of that. We get pieces of backstory, it's never in their perspective either.

Now, I don't want to hear any excuses about how we just need to wait. It's been years and our main female characters are one-dimensional compared to the men.

This isn't a "man-bad" post, I'm just commenting on how the women just revolve around the men and nothing else. As well as the general sexist writing of the series.

Do I think Vivian intentionally writes women this way? No, I hope not. I just think she has no idea how to write women whatsoever. As well as characters in general.

↓ I'll be giving my thoughts of all the female characters below, if you have any issues or critique feel free to tell me as long as it's civil. I will bring up topics of sexual assault, misogyny, abuse & other canon-typical themes.

Stella

Stella is a one-dimensional, insufferable moral scapegoat. She's a charcuterie of an abusive wife, she's such a poor villain that Vivian made Andrealphus (which is basically male Stella) to process the plot instead of her because she's nothing but a hysterical idiot. The only way Stella could have affected the story was if she were a man.

She's basically deemed "pure evil", we only get her story through Stolas' perspective, her character is incredibly lackluster and stereotypical. Like a majority of women in the series she has anger issues and physically abused the main (usually male) character.

A lot of people excuse her poor writing as something we need to wait for. But it's been two seasons and she's supposedly the main villain, yet we don't get a crumb of basic characterization and she's overshadowed by her brother because Vivian refuses to let women do things without another man in the picture.

She's written to be stupid, angry, nonsensical, bratty and loud. We rarely get to see her be an actual villain and scenes with Stolas (or even Octavia). We know nothing about her because she's just there to scream for the reader's enjoyment. Stella has potential, but since she is female, she is reduced to just a bitter wife and nothing more.

Millie

A lot of people have already critiqued Millie already, but I'm still going to put my perspective here. Millie is a character that only exists for men. She's Moxxie's husband and Blitzø's best friend.

In her supposed episodes, it revolved around men. Her conflict with insecurity in Unhappy Campers is sparkled by Moxxie, her anger and eventual backstory reveal happens because of Blitzø. Not once do we get her raw perspective unless another man is in the mix.

In Ghostfuckers, Millie isn't possessed, we don't get her perspective when separated, she's there to just comfort Blitzø and give crumbs of her character just for him. Mille has plenty of opportunity to be fleshed out but she's never given the chance to just have an episode for herself.

Not to mention the pregnancy plot line. Instead of exploring her self loathing, anger or even something new. They decide to make her pregnant because of course they would. One of the time woman fighters is just reduced to baby drama, which we all know will revolve around Moxxie and eventually get forgotten by the main plot in favor of the pointless melodrama.

Millie has anger issues, which is a running trait in all these days women. I can't help but think that the constant angry personality is just leaning into the "hysterical woman" trope. Millie's frustrations in Sinmas aren't the source of genuinely interesting conflict but hormones and that's just insulting.

She doesn't even get to talk in Mastermind, her husband does. What the hell? The angry, passionate woman doesn't argue once? Oh my God.

Loona is another case of wasted potential. She was born as a Hellhound, which gave her a rough upbringing. And her conflict with her trauma could have been good if the show treated it as something serious. She's a victim of trafficking and her physical abuse / anger is played off for laughs. Instead of fleshing out their character she's just a "bitchy woman" who makes fun of Moxxie for being fat for no reason.

Loona

All I wanted was for Loona to evolve and grow into a better character instead of her development either being off screen or ending in one episode. Her childish behavior and aggression is annoying to see because we really have no reason to like her. She's rude, hurts her supportive father and insults her colleagues. A few seconds of her backstory in Blitzø's perspective doesn't do much. Why don't we see how Loona is feeling in her eyes? Why do we need to understand Loona in a man's backstory?

Her lack of socializing could have been interesting to watch but it's all skipped over and established off screen proven by Sinmas despite it being essential to her character.

She's a survivor and making connections is obviously hard for her — yet we don't see her grow? It's all so quickly concluded. I doubt Vivian actually cares about Loona's development because she immediately becomes a respectful daughter to Blitzø after one episode (yes, I know he almost got executed and she probably realized how much she really cared. But Blitzø is an assassin and has probably nearly died multiple times).

Loona is just a nothing character, her writing is rushed and she pretty much just exists for merch bait. There's nothing special about her and her character was made for Blitzø's story.

Verosika

Not much to say about Verosika, other than she's a plot device. She's just a bitter ex and I don't understand why we should care or feel sympathetic towards her because she literally sexually assaults Moxxie with her friends (which is also played as a joke). She's just Blitzø's ex-girlfriend and that's about it.

I will give the writing credit for giving her perspective on the relationship, but she's only giving her piece for Blitzø and his development. Verosika just exists to taunt or help Blitzø — not act as an actual character. We don't even see Vortex talking about her whatsoever or even a hint of their dynamic.

She's angry, rude and swears like a sailor of course. Her anti-Blitzø party was hilarious because it was the worst written part of the show. Blitzø just hooked up with demons and didn't want anymore, yet Verisoka who is a popular popstar and succubi probably does the same thing and it's fine by the narrative.

The only true committed relationship Blitzø had with Verosika was with her so I'm not sure why they decided to villianize Blitzø for not wanting romance by making Verisoka an unhinged, creepy stalker who hunts down "ex-partners" for a former boyfriend who wanted to remain single.

She's just a pointless character, the fact we know more about her than Millie (a main character) is madness.

Barbie Wire

Where do I even begin? She's apparently the most important figure in Blitzø's life yet she's rarely mentioned, exists in one episode and that's it. Apparently she was cut out of the fire scene in Oops which is crazy considering their mother dies.

And again, she only exists because it's Blitzø's plotline. She's only brought up because of Blitzø and we don't even see her perspective on the matter. Even if she's a side character, if she's so important to Blitzø we should get a proper flashback with her; which we didn't even receive in The Circus.

Another bitter, angry woman to add to the list. There really is a pattern. Also her creepiness towards teenagers is also really weird. I just dislike her in general, what a waste. Nothing but a woman that's relevant when the man's development finds it necessary.

Other Women

-> A good chunk of the mothers in this show die for the men. Do we see their perspective? Do we see their character? No, they're just made to die off for the male characters because what else are they good for.

-> Additionally, I don't have an issue with Sally Mae. I think she's a neat side character but she barely affects the plot and yet she has a ton of merch. It's not a problem but why? I'm glad Sally Mae is a woman and we see her perspective, as well as her dynamic around Mille (finally) but she's kinda just there.

-> Beelzebub is another generic party girl. I find it really weird they try to show the personification of overindulgence to an unhealthy degree and a slave owner as a fun, spunky lady who just wants everyone to have fun! I am glad she doesn't revolve around men and is her own person but this agenda that she's a good person is just ridiculous. Beelzebub probably sold Vortex as property and signed him away, yet they're seen as a cute couple.

My Final Thoughts:

This show is sexist as fuck. And I'm tired of people excusing it. It doesn't matter if your show is male centered or focusing on men, you don't neglect your women and just make them exist for the male characters. I don't think Viv is some evil mastermind, but she needs to write characters better and understand women.