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Hello!!! I would just like to say that I'm a HUGE fan of your writing! If you do requests, could I please ask for a Sun/Moon x short ballerina reader who feels like they're not as good as their friends in ballet? What! No, this TOTALLY isn't my attempt at requesting a self insert fanfic! (I understand if you don't do these or if you're busy, have a blessed day pookie)

Thank you so much for your kind words, I am very happy and honoured to hear that you like it! Also I had lots of fun with this lovely request, I hope it will bring you joy, too! @whatamidoingomgiminsane

(Sun, Moon x short ballet dancer reader)

Sorrow had found its way into your heart, claiming it as its new home. Being the diligent dancer that you were, there was no other course of action than to release it through motion, allowing it to fuel your limbs, in the hopes of granting your poor heart a moment of respite.

Auditions would start within a few weeks, golden hope would flutter once more, aspiring for the sweet and precious role of the leading dancer in the new adaptation of "Giselle" that your theater house was preparing to present to the audience. You were fortunate enough to have the entire stage and auditorium all for yourself on that fateful rainy day. Perfect for practicing in solitude. You did your best to focus. Raindrops fell upon the beautiful stained glass ceiling.

Pirouette, arabesque, physics and beauty courting each other. Allow the sounds to gently tie you to reality as you soared the realm of the ethereal. The delicate sound of your pointe shoes upon the varnished wooden floor, producing faint echoes across the entire auditorium. Perfect for counting your rhythm. Oh, how you desired to escape the thorny grasp of doubt, the heavy chains of despair.

You did not possess the height of your colleagues. It felt so intimidating, observing their taller forms, akin to elven beings, otherwordly, perfectly fitting the aesthetic of the Fae spirits in "Giselle". You took a deep breath, banishing such ideas from your mind and returning your focus on your task and training. You were not aiming to be a Fae, you were to be Giselle.

Feel it. Allow your limbs and entire being channel the essence of the tragic figure through your dance. Perhaps, for a fraction of a second, your own sorrow could be in perfect harmony with that of the role itself. For that perfect moment, dancer and character become one.

As you danced, you had failed to register that there were secret visitors in the upper gallery, observing you with rapt interest, as if enchanted.

The solar-themed one leaned over to whisper to his lunar brother, his usually blue eyes acquiring a glow of pure silver.

"We have found our new étoile, Moonie."

Ballet master Sun had always been impossible to impress, his criteria nigh unattainable, and yet, he was beyond delighted with your little solitary performance. Ballet master Moon was silent, his piercing crimson gaze gaining intensity as he observed you, committing each gesture to memory, learning every pattern. Your interpretation of the solo intrigued him, awakening a certain passion within him that he had thought was long forgotten. With a dark and raspy voice, he spoke:

"Dark roses seem to bloom within the Starlight's soul. Words unspoken and tears unshed."

"Now, now, Moonie. They shan't be so sad when taken under our wing."

You had finally stopped dancing, catching your breath, allowing yourself a break. You gasped as suddenly the stage light turned on right above you. Confused, you began to call out, wondering if any of the technicians were still present. No answer came.

Moments later, clapping was heard from the obscured area of the gallery. You froze, unaware that there had been invisible spectators witnessing your training performance. Shocked and offended, you spoke loudly:

"Kindly show yourself! It is quite rude to watch someone without them knowing!"

"With grand pleasure, most precious of Stars!"

With flawless acrobatic grace, even while wearing his perfectly tailored suit, Sun jumped from the ornate balustrade with ridiculous ease, landing perfectly on his feet and taking a bow in your direction. His grin was wide and charming as ever. You were speechless, completely shocked to have the ballet master himself before you.

"Sir, my apologies, I-"

Within seconds, he was already at your side, his movements as ethereal as that of a Fae prince, and he gently grasped your hand to kiss it.

"A magnificent darling such as yourself should apologize to no one, my dear. Allow me to extend my praise to your technique, I had never seen someone render Giselle's character in such an emotional and tragically beautiful way as you did now."

Your cheeks were completely red, eyes wide and mouth unable to utter a coherent reply.

"Oh, oh, t-thank you, I, it was practice, for the auditions, you see. As much as I appreciate your kind words, I am hardly as good as many others in my class. Besides, I am not really of the proper height to be a prima."

Speaking of which, you had to crane your head upwards just to properly look at Sun, he himself had been taller than any person or animatronic you had ever met. You were so lost in your thoughts, that you failed to notice when the lunar counterpart silently snuck up to you from behind, having made his way through the shadows and balustrades like an elegant spider. He whispered to you:

"A diamond remains a diamond, no matter how small. You shine with the power of the brightest star. Is it not a beautiful coincidence? That the most graceful ballet dancer is referred to as an étoile, little Starlight?"

You shuddered and tried to move away, turning around to look at the mysterious and slightly terrifying lunar animatronic. His performances in many ballet pieces were legendary, especially his role of playing the wicked sorcerer in Swan Lake. Imposing, yet magnificent. You sighed.

"Your words are very kind, but I still hardly think I will pass all of the audition rounds."

The two ballet masters gave each other a knowing look. What on earth could they be planning? Not only were Sun and Moon legendary dancers, but they had also taken the roles of main choreographers and ballet masters of the house. Furthermore, recently they had even replaced the former director, giving them full reign of the theater. It was quite intimidating, yet flattering, to hear praise from them. You were wary, but a part of you was greatly excited. You had worked so hard and it felt nice to have such professionals admire your technique.

"Starlight."

You averted your gaze to Sun, who gestured with his hands, as if making a little magic trick. Within seconds, he had produced a beautiful diamond tiara in his hands, with jewels in the shape of a sun and a crescent moon adorning its center. He placed it gently on your head, his jester smile widening.

"Consider the role yours, my dear."

Your eyes widened in disbelief, unable to process what you had just heard.

"I beg pardon, sir?"

"Your performance over there counts as an early audition and trust me, it is exactly what we had been searching for."

You looked over at Moon, wondering whether all of it was true or if Sun were merely jesting. Crimson light fell upon you as Moon leaned closer, his eyes almost tender with affection. He reached for the sapphire star brooch on his tie, delicately removing it. Reaching for your hand, he placed it on your palm.

"Fear not, little Starlight. The embrace of joyful dreams shall cradle your weary heart, now and forevermore. Across infinity, you will dance through constellations, where you had always belonged."

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 28

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: Iris and Daryl get a good taste of what sort of business the Governor means. Iris finally meets Merle. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; threatening; cult-like behaviour; exile, more or less

Chapter 28 - Merle

Iris watched as Daryl twitched, itching to move forward to where they could see his brother shuffling. As his own crossbow was soon trained on his brother.

She didn’t know what she was expecting when it came to Merle. Daryl was generous, kind, even, when describing him. But he never held back in telling the group how much of a deadbeat Merle was and had always been. Unfortunately, people like that seemed to thrive when the world ended. Though she didn’t think either Merle or Daryl had planned on a situation like this.

“Merle, the man I counted on,” The Governor continued as the guards removed the knife strapped to Merle’s arm and shoved him forward, “the man I trusted. He led ‘em here. And he let ‘em in.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Merle for all to see. “It was you. You lied. You betrayed us all!” It was the subtlest, most unnoticeable gesture of his hand that had the guards around them moving. 

Daryl wrestled against a harsh shove of one of the guards, earning a hard strike across the face. 

“Daryl!” Iris hissed, moving to go to him, but the guard holding her yanked her backward, warning her with a soft prod of the gun in his hand to her hip. Daryl’s face was already bruising by the time he straightened, letting them place a bag over his head just for the show. He let them push and escort him out toward the ring. The man holding Iris followed slowly, staying to the shadows while he quickly tied a gag tightly around her mouth. Close enough to see, but far enough to be hidden from view.

Merle said nothing as he faced them, watching the guards bring their prisoner forward into the ring. But he knew the frame, the small tattoos, and hell, that was his damn vest. 

“This is one of the terrorists!” The Governor announced as they shoved Daryl into the ring, ripping the bag off. He still wrestled against them, but his fight lessened as he laid eyes on his brother. Merle looked white as a ghost, fear, disappointment, anger flashing in his eyes. “Merle’s own brother!” Iris gasped under her gag as she laid eyes on Andrea, who stood, alive and well, watching the ring with an expression of shock. “So what should we do with them, huh?”

“Kill them!” A man shouted from the audience.

“What?”

“Kill them!” A woman repeated, others joining the rousing chorus. 

“What do you want?”

“Kill them! Now! Kill ‘em!” They all screamed. Iris paled. This was not what she signed up for. Men, women, children. People old enough to be her great-grandparents, all screaming for death. She wrestled against the grip of her captor again, and he shoved her onto her knees, aiming his gun at her own head. No. This would be a terrible end. Andrea looked appalled. Daryl held his own, pacing slowly back and forth with his hands still bound, facing the Governor, facing the crowd.

“You wanted your brother. Now you got him.” The Governor taunted, practically spitting in Merle’s face. He backed away, taking position at the head of the ring. The audience was crowding to the edge, abandoning the bleachers for front row seats. Daryl turned, making eye contact with Iris. There was nothing either of them could do but wait. 

He looked to his brother, who was already looking at him. Andrea was wrestling against the guards, calling to the Governor, who paid her no mind. He motioned to one of the other guards, who moved forward and cut the zip-ties from Daryl’s hands.

“I asked you where your loyalties lie.” He announced, looking to Merle. “You said here. Well, prove it. Prove it to us all. Brother against brother. Winner goes free. Fight to the death!” Iris hissed behind her gag. There was no way.

“Philip, don’t do this! Don’t do this!” Andrea pleaded. Daryl and Merle stood side by side, glancing at one another. It was a hell of a reunion. A few members of the audience called out to Merle, cheering for him to go ahead. Was this something they did regularly? Kill each other for sport?

“Y’all know me!” Merle called back, loudly, raising his un-maimed fist in the air. “I’m gonna do whatever I got to do to prove—“ He halted mid-sentence, whipping around and punching Daryl in the stomach. Daryl folded, coughing as he fell to the ground. “—that my loyalty—“ He paused again to kick Daryl in the stomach, his brother rolling in the dirt. “—is to this town!” Iris grimaced, trying to recall how many hidden knives she had on her, and if she could reach any of them. There was one in her boot, but whether or not she’d be able to do anything with one knife against an army of cult-like soldiers was another story. No one would deny she had talent with a knife, but she was no miracle worker.

Merle landed a few decent blows before the Governor nodded, soldiers Iris hadn’t seen coming out from behind her and leading walkers via what looked like snare poles with medieval man-catchers at the end. They surrounded Daryl and Merle quickly, just as Daryl landed his first blow, a swift kick to Merle’s already broken nose. They both scurried into the circle the walkers made, their forced proximity becoming closer and closer.

Crouching over Daryl, Merle attempted to pin him with his one good hand, though eventually found Daryl’s hands at his throat. Iris flicked her knife out of her boot in one smooth motion, cutting the zip-ties at her wrists. She flipped it over in her hand, pulling her gag out with one hand as the other quickly and quietly slit the guard’s neck open. His blood pooled in the dirt. No one noticed, even when his body thudded to the ground. They were far too focused on their night’s entertainment.

“You really think this asshole’s gonna let you go?” Daryl sputtered.

“Just follow my lead, little brother.” Merle hissed under his limited breath. “We’re getting out of this right now.” He hauled Daryl to his feet, the both of them standing back to back as the walkers circled them.

“No, Phillip, stop this! Stop this!” Andrea cried. Iris stepped forward, inching closer through the crowd with her knife. She didn’t know how to take out every walker, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try. Daryl punched one of them in the jaw, sending it backward into it’s handler, who stumbled back into the ground before falling to the ground. Merle landed a few good hits with his metal stump.

Gunshots rang out, the walkers and a couple guards falling to the ground alongside every citizen, hitting the deck to avoid any bullets going askew. A smoke grenade flew into the clearing, shots breaking each of the floodlights around them until the flaming torches were all the light they had left. Citizens scrambled in the chaos, screaming in terror. Phillip stood still, smiling softly as he cradled his pistol gently. More blood was seeping through his eyepatch.

Iris wasted no time in grabbing Daryl by the collar of his shirt, hauling him away from the chaos. He stooped to grab his crossbow, Iris grabbing her belt of knives.

“C’mon little brother!” Merle called, pummelling a walker’s skull in. “Stay close!”

“Let’s go.” Iris jerked her chin sideward, Merle and Daryl close behind. They followed the running crowds out of the courtyard, a light flashing near the exit.

“Iris! Daryl!” Rick’s voice called. Iris followed it blindly through the smoke, finding Rick and Maggie crouched behind a pair of oil drums waving flashlights.

“C’mon.” Daryl urged, Merle keeping in step as they were led away through the compound. They bolted around the edge of the wall.

“They’re all at the arena. This way!” Merle called, jogging to the head of the group.

“You’re not going anywhere with us.” Rick spat.

“You really want to do this now?” Merle asked, irritation lacing his voice. He moved aside, slamming his metal arm into a loose panel in the wall, taking a few hits before it fell through.

“C’mon man.” Daryl pleaded. “Rick, come on. We’ve got to go.” Iris didn’t need to be told twice, ducking through after Merle, Maggie close behind.

“A little help would be nice!” Merle called, still annoyed, as he started hitting away walkers with his club-arm. Daryl shushed him, quickly shooting the remaining walkers with his crossbow. Iris, Maggie and Rick joined in, clearing the roadway. “We ain’t got time for this!” Merle yelled, bolting into the forest. Iris, Rick and Maggie exchanged looks as Daryl started after him.

“Let’s go!” Daryl growled. Rick nodded and they followed after, uncaringly leaving the hole in the wall open behind them.

The sun rose by the time the SUV was visible on a trail through the woods. Iris breathed in relief, though she felt, for some loud, irritating, redneck reason, that it was too early to relax.

“Glenn!” Rick hissed through the trees.

“Rick. Rick.” Glenn called in response, pushing himself up from leaning against the tire. “Oh, thank god.”

“Now we got a problem here, I need you to back up.” Rick urged, putting his hand out in warning as Merle appeared behind him. Michonne drew her katana, Glenn pulling out his gun.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Glenn shouted as Michonne stalked toward them.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Rick warned.

“Hey, put it down!” Daryl called, standing in front of his brother as Merle backed himself up against a tree.

“He tried to kill me!” Michonne snapped.

“If it wasn’t for him, Maggie would—“

“He helped us get out of there.” Daryl stated for a start. Iris knew how much Merle meant to Daryl, but she was not about to ignore Merle’s atrocities against her friends. Her family.

“Yeah, right after he beat the shit out of you.” Iris hissed.

“Hey, we both took our licks, girlie.” Merle mused.

“Jackass.” Daryl grumbled.

“Hey, shut up.”

“Enough!” Rick yelled. Everyone called out more arguments as their weapons all trained at each other. “Hey, relax! Put that down, now.”

“You better get that thing out of my face!” Daryl snapped, slapping Glenn’s gun out of his general direction.

“Man, looks like you’ve gone native, brother.” Merle mused, chuckling to himself. 

“No more than you hanging out with that psycho back there!” Daryl replied, shoving his brother backward angrily. His twang came through more when he was angry, Iris thought.

“Oh, yeah, man. He is a charmer, I got to tell you that.” Merle admitted. “Been putting the wood to your girlfriend Andrea big time, baby.” He said to Michonne, moaning for comedic effect, though no one found it amusing.

“What?” Glen hissed. “Andrea’s in Woodbury?” Rick turned around in question, eyeing Michonne.

“Right next to the Governor.” Daryl grumbled. Michonne lunged for Merle, but Rick stepped forward.

“I told you to drop that!” He shouted, shoving her katana to the ground. Her eyes were wide, wild with fury. “You know Andrea?” She looked away. “Hey. Do you know Andrea?”

“Yep, she does.” Merle said jovially. “Her and blondie spent all winter cuddling up in the forest. Mm-mmm-mm. Yeah. My Nubian queen here had two pet walkers. No arms, cut off the jaws, kept ‘em in chains. Kind of ironic, now that I think about it.”

“Shut up, bro.” Daryl huffed.

“Hey man, we snagged ‘em out of the woods. Andrea was close to dying.”

“There’s no way she’s with him…” Maggie murmured.

“Snug as two little bugs.” Merle mused, a shit-eating grin curling across his lips. “So what you gonna do now, Sheriff, huh? Surrounded by a bunch of liars, thugs and cowards.”

“Shut up!” Rick barked.

“Hey, look at this, pathetic! All these guns and no bullets in them.”

“Merle, shut up!” Daryl snapped.

“Shut up yourself!” He shot back. “Bunch of pussies you roll—“ With one swift hit to the back of the head from the pommel of Iris’ knife, Merle’s body was on the ground, unconscious.

“You’re fucking welcome.” Iris grumbled, sheathing the knife again. She toed him with her boot. Daryl blinked, though nodding his approval. Someone always needed to shut him up at some point.

“Asshole.” Rick mumbled. Glenn stormed back toward the SUV wordlessly.

-

“It won’t work.” Rick grumbled.

“It’s gotta.” Daryl replied simply. “Look, the Governor’s probably on his way to the prison right now. Merle knows how he thinks and we could use the muscle.”

“I’m not having him at the prison.” Maggie stated.

“Do you really want him sleeping in the same cell block as Carol or Beth?” Glenn asked.

“He ain’t a rapist.” Daryl replied, making a face.

“Well, his buddy is.” Glenn said through grit teeth. Maggie gave him a stern look.

“They ain’t buddies no more, not after last night.”

“Iris, what do you think? You’ve seen them.” Rick asked. Iris exhaled through her nose.

“Anything can be useful if it’s exploited properly.” Iris started. Daryl opened his mouth, but she held up a hand. “I’m not saying we exploit Merle. I’m just saying he could have use. The Governor won’t attack the prison right away. What we did will be taken as a personal attack. He’ll try to think up something that’s going to be worse. That’s what guys like him do. But, I’m not entirely comfortable with Merle just roaming around with the rest of us, and I’ve only known him for a few hours.”

“There’s no way Merle’s gonna live there without putting everyone at each other’s throats.” Rick murmured, nodding at Iris in agreement.

“So you’re gonna cut Merle loose and bring the last samurai home with us?” Daryl scoffed, gesturing over to Michonne, who was guarding Merle’s body dutifully.

“She’s not coming back.” Rick shook his head.

“She’s not in a state to be on her own.” Maggie pointed out.

“She did bring you guys to us.” Glenn argued.

“And then ditched us.” Rick retorted.

“For a moment, for her own thing, like Daryl did.” Iris argued back. Rick tilted his head in acknowledgement, weighing the pros and cons in his head.

“At least let my dad stitch her up.” Maggie offered.

“She’s too unpredictable.” Rick stated.

“That’s right. We don’t know who she is.” Daryl agreed. “But Merle, Merle’s blood.”

“No, Merle is your blood.” Glenn replied. “My blood, my family, is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison.”

“And you’re part of that family.” Rick said firmly, looking to Daryl pointedly. “But he’s not. He’s not.” Daryl glanced at the ground, exhaling.

“Man, y’all don’t know.” He murmured. Iris bit her lip, turning back to the woods. “Fine. We’ll fend for ourselves.” Iris’ eyes widened. He would really prefer to go it alone with Merle?

“That’s not what I was saying.” Glenn shook his head.

“No him, no me.” Daryl said, straight up.

“Daryl, you don’t have to do that.” Maggie protested. Daryl paused, gritting his teeth.

“It was always Merle and I before this.” He stated softly. 

“Don’t.”

“You serious?” Glenn asked. Daryl looked up at Iris, as if he was waiting for her to protest. She bit down hard into the inside of her lip. If that was really how it was, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her argument. “You’re just gonna leave like that?”

“You’d do the same thing.” Daryl shrugged.

“What do you want us to tell Carol? What about…” Glenn trailed off, just briefly glancing at Iris, but it did not go unnoticed.

“She’ll understand.” Iris said, quietly, but not meek. She and Daryl held each other’s gaze for a sharp moment before Daryl walked through the group toward his brother.

“Say goodbye to your pop for me.” He called to Maggie.

“Daryl, are you serious? Daryl!” Glenn called. Rick walked after him, but he didn’t turn back. Maggie stayed, watching Iris carefully. Iris’ gaze drifted and she stared hard into the ground as Rick hissed harshly to Daryl as they walked. Daryl whispered harshly back. Maggie reached out, taking Iris’ hand.

“Take care of yourself.” Daryl said at full volume. “Take care of lil ass-kicker. Take care of Carl. He’s one tough kid.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder, leaving the trunk of the SUV open as he stalked out toward his brother, now lucid and waiting patiently on a log in the woods.

“Daryl!” Glenn yelled after him. Daryl glanced back briefly as Merle happily slung his arm over his brother’s shoulder. The pair walked off into the woods, and Rick angrily slammed the trunk of the SUV shut. 

They all gathered at the car, loading themselves in and driving back toward the prison, minus one archer.

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I think it would be interesting to have a reader insert for the Vocaloid night series. Like a combination of the manga and songs

ITS FINALLY SUMMER HOLY HELL😭😭😭😭, ahem, so I’ll (hopefully) be posting and writing lots more bc well I have the free time- if you haven’t read of listened the Night Series plz do bc it’s super good. There’s 4 song and they’re all of different POVs of the characters, if you want to listen to them just search up Bad end night and they’ll all appear!

Editing: This is going be a part series bc I wrote a LOT more than I thought I would(poor tpn oneshot that was like 100 words), so just consider this part one😁😁😁😁😁😁

Crack.

The glass of the grandfather clock shattered into hundreds of pieces. Some of the audience gasped, some were confused if it was part of the script or not, and some laughed or let a small giggle surpass their lips at the lead actor’s obvious embarrassment.

The other actors on stage were just as baffled, the “Dolls” winced, the “Lady” gasped, the “Mistress” sighed, the “Master” huffed, the “Maid” covered her mouth, and the “Butler” was angered.

Humiliation covered the “Village Girl” all throughout her body, it was like time stopped working and everyone’s stares were lasering right into her soul. She never bothered to pick any of the glass up, instead fleeing off of the stage and past a side curtain that lead towards the back stage.

“Excuse me, pardon me, sorry, forgive me,” were the only words she could mutter as she pushed past the other stage workers. Her mind was in hysterics and she just couldn’t have the patience’s to pass them politely with bursting out into tears.

“Miku!”

A hand, soft yet cold grabbed her shoulder firmly, stopping her right in front of a stair case that lead down into the lower floor of the facility. It belonged to a familiar, voice that couldn’t be anyone other than a certain stage crew member, no one other than Name. You had only been working as an off set producer for roughly two months. Yet the compassion and the care for the other workers radiating from you, only high schooler were no doubt a reason to be familiar with the your presence.

“O-oh. [Name], it’s nice to see you- did you see what I did! It’s horrible!” Miku whined, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Though as much as she wanted to, the thought of crying in front of someone that perhaps looks up to her is a thought she never even wanted to cross her mind.

“Hey it’s okay, everyone knows it was just an accident…we all make mistakes.” The previously shock from you was now replaced with a nervous feeling. The want to comfort the actor but also the need to try and make her go back on stage, for she’s the whole reason the plot moves along. Without her, the supporting characters could only improvise a chat as they waited for her return.

“But that’s the problem! I made a mistake. That was never suppose to happen!” Miku almost let a sob escape her mouth and instead grabbed your arm almost uncomfortably tight. “Miku you can still fix it, just go back on stage and pretend it’s not-” “No!” The lead actor let out a scream of unsuspected anger and in a rage shoved you down the case of stairs that were lead down deep into the building.

The case of stairs were long, so agonizingly long. The split second after you let out a shocked yelp Miku slammed her hands over her mouth and immediately felt lightheaded.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Gasp. Silence.

Fallen to her knees Miku slowly dropped her hands to the ground and let out quick and shallow breaths. Was anyone around? Was anyone yelling at her? Was anyone calling an ambulance? Before she could’ve looked around to check, her vision turned black and she passed out, her body leaning forward…and down the stairs.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

…

Awaken by the sounds of a distressed individual, your eyes fluttered open only to see Miku staring at your face with relieved yet wide eyes. “You’re awake..good.” Miku let out a sigh as she spoke, tugging at your sleeve so you’d get up. Begrudgingly, you did. “Why are you here [Name]? You’re supposed to be backstage right? I mean, I just woke up and you were laying next to me.”

As she said your name you head to the side, why were you here? You are supposed to be backstage, helping with lights, microphones, costumes, everything. Maybe you can’t remember because of the merciless pounding ache in your head. The kind that makes you want to close your eyes and just sleep through it all. “How did this pain come?” You had wondered.

“Oh..I dunno, I can’t remember anything from before waking up. Isn’t the play supposed to be going on now? Where are the other actors?” If you were good at anything, it would be asking questions. Either being a filler question or genuine curiosity, it didn’t matter to you.

Miku ignored your questions and let out a sigh, stood up from the bed, walking towards the open and large window that showed the undeniable eeriness of the dark. The moon had shone a bright white, only being the sole light source of the entire forest..forest? “It’s still dark? How could… it’s not supposed to be dark!”

“Maybe we didn’t sleep that long?” “No..” Miku put a hand on her chin like a detective, as if it’d help her come to a conclusion faster. “My hunch…my hunch is telling us to find everyone else. Like you asked the others should probably be here, so they’d help us, definitely.” You sat up from your previous laying position, and even though it hadn’t helped your headache whatsoever, exploring was a much better alternative than lying and mopping around. “I guess so, but what if they plays happening like, right now?” “No way! I’m not suppose to actually sleep, plus you aren’t supposed to be here, and it’s actually nighttime.” “Oh.”

Once you both had made up your minds, Miku opened the door with an almost a facade of confidence. Walking out into the hallway, the duo were stunned to see how real place looked. Like an actual mansion, there could be no backstage or props anymore, that fact alone startled the pair into a silent shocked state. Until, the sound of chatter could be faintly heard from a different room of the place. Thanks to their silence, it was distinguishable that there was around 7 residents in the building.

“Oh, this is good [Name], I can hear the others in that room over there! Ehehe..” Miku stated, a small giggle from her was filled with obvious nervousness. She turned her head towards your figure, trying to see if you had the same weariness about the place that she had. And sure enough, your demeanor was off more than it was when you both were in the bedroom.

”Yeah but, if it’s nighttime why are they still here? They should also be sleeping in their own homes. Not…here.” You held your hands together in front of you, fidgeting with your fingers. “Well, the only way to know to see them ourselves.” Miku chimed, she tried her best to give you a reassuring smile but it was futile. The look in her eyes was a dead giveaway.

Despite her doubt Miku lead you both towards the door where the voices were coming from, it was hard to tell what they were talking about. Either because of the headache that desperately wanted to take up all your attention or because of the way Miku let out a small hum with each step she took. Eventually however, Miku’s hand was placed onto the door handle and she opened it.

Inside that room lead to the main area of the second floor. The room was large, had tons of sofas and seemed vintage, along with the room had seven residents. A pair of blonde twins that seemed to be children, a lady with beautiful pink hair, a woman with a fan, a maid with green hair, a man with long purple hair tied into a ponytail, and a man with short blue hair who carried himself with confidence.

They were all recognized by the duo immediately. “It’s the others.” Miku whispered, a tang of joy in her tone. Though just as quickly as her joy arrived, it was quickly forgotten by the way the residents stared at you both. Seven pairs of eyes boiling into the deeps of your soul like no one, like they weren’t who they actually were. Back during the start of the play, you all were laughing and having a blast so why’s the tension so thick now.

Suddenly, the Maid lets out a small laugh that seems to brighten the mood slightly. “It’s nice to see your both awake, but I suppose the tiredness is catching up to us all, no?” She spoke with a smile and walk towards both you and Miku. “Indeed it is, if I had a pillow I could pass out on the couch right now.” The Mistress unrolled her fan and took a seat on the small sofa, one that could only fit around two or three people.

You let out a nervous sigh at the two ladies interaction, it’s odd. They’re acting so professional and uptight. Like how’d they’d act on a stage, not when the shows not running. “Why are we here and not at home?” You thought that in your head again but you accidentally let it leave your lips, Miku and the others looked at you. It was a bit scary because you’ve never spoken to them all at the same time before. Just one on one time.

The Butler shrugged his shoulders which caused his purple hair to swim backwards a little bit. “Well, it’s strange. We can barely believe it ourselves but we all awoke here.” “Everyone?” Miku questioned quietly, leaning back to try and get everyone in her line of vision. “But just where are we? Are we dreaming, because why are you both-?”

“Dolls, you ask!?” You hadn’t notice it before but as the twins interrupted Miku, you saw shiny metal plates as a replacement for a single eyes on both what was “Rin” and “Len’s” head. The pair of twins let out a laugh as they saw Miku’s face twist into slight horror and how you took a step closer to the door. You swear they both looked normal before, now-

“All of US!” The Doll Girl cheered, and as if by her words, slowly each of the residents faces revealed the same metal plates that replaced one of their eyes just like the twins. The Master shushed her after her sentence and just before he could explain himself,

Miku dragged you and herself out into the hallway.

[whileiamdying]

‘Beyond the Wall’ Review: A Grueling Guided Tour of an Iranian Police-State Nightmare

A suicidal blind man and an epileptic fugitive mother become physically and psychologically trapped in Vahid Jalilvand's bruisingly assaultive polemic against Iranian state oppression.

By Jessica Kiang Sep 8, 2022 11:31am PT

Nobody emerges unscathed — least of all the audience — from Vahid Jalilvand‘s highly effective, deeply unpleasant “Beyond the Wall,” a morbidly violent allegory for the effects of state-sponsored trauma on the individual that places contemporary Iranian society somewhere on the map between the sixth and seventh circles of hell. A strange combination of intricate, almost sci-fi-inflected psychological thriller, splenetic social-breakdown broadside and two-hander (torture) chamber drama, it is an exercise in bravura filmmaking applied to a story so relentlessly grim you might wish it were a little less well-made, giving you an excuse to look away. In his 2017 film “No Date No Signature” (which won Best Director and Best Actor in Venice’s Horizons sidebar), Jalilvand pictured a stratified society teetering on the edge of legality and morality; here, however, it has toppled entirely into the abyss. The only way is down, and the filmmaker is bringing you with it.

These uncompromising intentions are signalled by an opening salvo that would surely be any other film’s brutalizing emotional nadir, as we’re introduced to Ali (“No Date, No Signature” star Navid Mohammadzadeh) in the commission of an attempted suicide. No mere “cry for help,” it is not just the act itself but the manner he has chosen that is shocking: In the dripping damp of a dingy bathroom, Ali wraps a soaking T-shirt around his head, ties a plastic bag over that and shoves his battered hands down behind the shower pipe, effectively cuffing his own arms behind him while he screams and suffocates. The scene is such a trial to witness, it’s possible to miss the brief, disorienting, semi-subliminal inserts where it appears the violence is being done to him by someone else — or to think you have imagined them. 

It is only an insistent pounding on his front door that brings Ali back from the brink. Breaking the pipe and tearing off his plastic shroud, he shuffles, gasping, dripping, broken, to answer it. The men at the door inform him that a woman wanted for a heinous crime has fled custody and was last spotted on the fire escape of his forbiddingly enormous apartment building. They suspect him — for some reason more than all the other residents — of harboring her. Ali shoos the men away, but we know that the woman, Leila (Diana Habibi), has indeed infiltrated his home and is cowering beneath a countertop, hands clasped over her bleeding, chapped lips to stifle her sobs. Ali has not seen her, because he does not see anything much. His failing eyesight is not just a temporary symptom of his recent near-death encounter, but a condition brought on from an earlier trauma, and it is degenerating faster than it should, as Ali refuses to use the treatments prescribed by sympathetic doctor Nariman (Amir Aghaee) on his frequent house calls. 

It takes a painfully long time — and rather too many sequences of Ali feeling his way down his apartment’s yeasty, peeling walls, lighting cigarettes with palsied hands and peering at a mysterious letter he’s received — but eventually, as must happen, Ali discovers Leila. She is, and remains, terrified throughout but in Ali she has lucked upon the one man in this whole building (perhaps even the one man in all of Iran) who wants, obscurely, to help her. It might be because, given his initial state, he has little to lose. But perhaps it is something else, something like a shot at redemption for the unknown sins of a past that more frequently forces itself into the present as Ali and Leila’s predicament worsens.

It takes a painfully long time — and rather too many sequences of Ali feeling his way down his apartment’s yeasty, peeling walls, lighting cigarettes with palsied hands and peering at a mysterious letter he’s received — but eventually, as must happen, Ali discovers Leila. She is, and remains, terrified throughout but in Ali she has lucked upon the one man in this whole building (perhaps even the one man in all of Iran) who wants, obscurely, to help her. It might be because, given his initial state, he has little to lose. But perhaps it is something else, something like a shot at redemption for the unknown sins of a past that more frequently forces itself into the present as Ali and Leila’s predicament worsens.

The tricksiness of the finale, however, does somewhat undercut the seriousness of the film’s more intriguing ideas about how a prison made of concrete can never so comprehensively constrain us as the prisons of the body and the mind. Ali’s failing eyesight, his nerve-damaged hands, his stooped posture and proliferating scars, as well as Leila’s epilepsy and her son’s muteness, can be read as a fleshy physiological allegory for state violence and oppression, as damage to the body social manifesting in damage to actual bodies. But the metaphor only really works up to the point when Jalilvand’s overly complicated plotting comes round on itself. In any case, after more than two hours of seizures, crashes, riots, shootouts, beatings, and endlessly relived trauma, some of the finer points of the movie’s philosophy may escape you, just as you, too, are longing for escape.  

[rarepears]

Omg youngwife Shen jiu is living a good life!!

Im really curious what happened next I. Young wife SJ in his wedding day?

Because Im just imagining a prosesion of SJW's army shadows carrying boxes and boxes of dowry for SJ. (The sect only get partial course, SJ got 80%--) Just everyone losing their shit because the powerful and elusive SJW is there, apparently marrying their Martial BROTHER!??

The reaction of the other succeeding disciple would be great! 🤣

TO be more accurate, dowry is the stuff the bride brings into the groom's family. Bride price is what the groom pays to the bride's family, or, in this case, Shen Jiu.

There's no need for Shen Jiu to be giving this bride price to the sect, but he does give a few exquisite pieces to the Qing Jing peak lord as a gift. Most of the "bride price" really ends up just paying for the expensive and luxurious wedding.

But yes, the shadow summons are in a very large parade bringing the dowries to the sect and then back to Sung Jinwoo's manor (lmao). (Sung Jinwoo is the one providing most of the dowry. Cang Qiong sect throws in a few things to show their goodwill towards Shen Jiu otherwise they would look stingy and uncaring for their student.)

Anyways, back to Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu's reputation isn't as bad as in canon without the whole cheater/backstabber accusation, but it's still not good either - favoritism, bribery, spoiled reputation ain't a glowing review. So, he's still just as disliked by his peers, particularly as Shen Jiu isn't willing to get to close to even the male disciples, acting as though everyone around him is trash.

(Nah, Shen Jiu just doesn't want Sung Jinwoo to misunderstand a friendship as a budding love affair and try to back out of this marriage.)

With Shen Jiu primarily associating with females - they are far harder to chase away and once they learn that Shen Jiu is just a paper tiger, they flock to surround and coo at Shen Jiu's face - he's still seen as rather... questionable in conduct. Needless to say, Qi Qingqi isn't reaching out a hand in friendship.

Sung Jinwoo is one dramatic motherfucker when he wants. So a shadow summon bows in front of Shen Jiu, lifts an arm to create a portal and bam, out walks out Sung Jinwoo.

(Insert shocked gasps from the audience at seeing how good looking Sung Jinwoo is. This guy is nothing like what the rumor said he was going to look like - where are the wrinkles, pimples, yellow teeth, and ancient grandpa face?)

Anyways, given Yue Qingyuan's feelings about and for Shen Jiu, the Sect Leader makes sure to keep YQY in the dark until the very last minute, so it's just Yue Qingyuan staring in shock at seeing Shen Jiu in red being led into a sedan and departing to married life.

Shang Qinghua knew all about this marriage - who the fuck do you think had to arrange most of the Cang Qiong wedding decor? - but he didn't care about the gossip or the people involved, being too busy setting up the freaking thing to think much else in between naps. If anything, Shang Qinghua is ready to Sleep for A Week because Shen Jiu's wedding is over and done with. Hallelujah.

[cartierbin]

[full kinktober m.list] Day 1

✫-- i. chan x female!OC

✫-- genre! camsex!smut.

✫-- kinks! exhibitonism, fingering, toys.

✫-- word count! 1.596k

✫-- notes! enjoy this first kickoff to my kinktober list sweethearts. forgive me for being late I had exams all week. I hope you enjoy this nonetheless <3

"open your legs".

he was using that voice again, the one that made her entire body melt. especially while he was dressed in nothing but a white button up and slacks, sleeves rolled up, three buttons at the top undone, enough to show his prominent collarbone and thin necklaces. and those slacks dear god--were always tight enough to see the lining of his cock. her eyes cut to the camera screen in front of her, watching the number of views increase by the minute.

"you don't hear me talking to you? I said open your legs".

he reached a veiny arm down between her thick thighs, pulling them apart underneath her rose colored pleated skirt. the way her body was shaking in his grip satisfied him to the fullest. something rough and scratchy encircled around both of her wrists, tying both her hands behind her back. her breath completely left her body at the gesture. he scatters kisses along her neck with each knot he tied, tightening the rope until she whined from it's pain.

"does it hurt baby?". his thick lips brushes down the lining of her jaw expediting shivers down her back. she nods in response, afraid that if she even tried to speak it'll sound more like a whine than any type coherent language. "if you listen to what I say it'll be off in no time". he reaches over and flips her skirt up delighting in the fact that she had no panties on, leaving her pussy on full display for all of his viewers to see. to keep exact numbers on record-- for one hundred thousand of his viewers to see. her body quivered at the large number which wasn't anything since they've had a larger audience before-- but it felt large in that moment for some reason.

he groaned a little just staring at her folds, how plump they were, how chubby the organ looked between her thighs at that moment. he didn't let time pass before he was spitting all over his fingers and pressing them onto her sensitive clit. she gasped a little at the swirl of his two glistening fingers, her hips began twitching up into his hand. if there was anything chris loved he loved the way her body reacted to his touch. as if everything was a first for her, as if she's never had any of these experiences before. she was already whimpering at the soft circles he was giving her which egged him onto giving her more. he took his other flushed, burly hand and wrapped it around her neck, watching the donations from his viewers roll in like wildfire. "your clit is soaking my fingers already baby. you like getting your pussy finger fucked in front of viewers don't you?". he hastens his pace sending throaty moans spluttering from her throat. her fists balled up behind her and she shut her eyes tight seeing nothing but red. "fuck". she hisses while lapsing her eyes back. he interchangeably pinched and rolled it between his fingers as it swelled.

he takes the vibrating toy in front of him and slowly sinks it into her already creaming hole. her back arched at the sudden insertion, her mouth fell open in shock. "please". her small voice stammered profusely but he did nothing but thumb her clit into oblivion. her thighs were threatening to close while she wriggled her wrist along the itchy fabric that held them together, battling the intensity of the vibrations amidst her throbbing walls. he slid his slimy tongue along the skin of her neck and sucked various patches of skin. the way his lips softened against her always sent her body into a heated uproar. "why don't you fucking listen?". he growls, and for a minute her head was so clouded she didn't even know what he was talking about until she looked into the camera in front of her, seeing that her legs were nearly shut. "I can't", she chants in panted breaths, "I can't do it". as pathetic as she sounded she literally couldn't. the toy was doubling the pleasure and heat was coiling at the pit of her stomach. he scoffs. "your pitiful ass can't even handle keeping your legs open?". his voice shrilled in her ear while he pushed the toy deeper into her. she convulsed in his grip suddenly growing limp. "I'm going to fucking cum".

"keep them open". he uttered, taking the toy out prior to shoving it back inside of her, fucking her with it like a madman. her face grew hot as the toy pulsed while she still struggled to pry her legs in the stance he so desperately wanted them in. almost as if she couldn't get any wetter she could feel his thick cock throbbing against her through his slacks. it was there where she realized how pretty the scene looked, her body flushed against his, his gruff fingers fucking her with a vibrator while his other hand was wrapped around her neck. she began to see why he made so much money from this.

the grip on her neck tightened while her eyes lolled to the ceiling. she could feel her adrenaline rushing, palms sweating while she clenched and unclenched around the toy until she was finally creaming around it. he enjoyed the sticky mess he was making of her, lazily ramming it inside her until she was finished cumming just so he could hear the sounds of it all. even in the weak state she was in he lifted her skirt higher for the viewers to see and enjoy for themselves.

"look at that pussy". he boasted, smirking a little at the gorgeous sight of it. he heard the coin sounds once more, meaning that they were donating again.

after untying her hands he lifted himself to sit in his chair whilst working the appendages of his slacks. she could admit it turned her on whenever he did that especially while she was on her knees in front of him. and by now she was eager, her mouth was watering for it. she wanted to pleasure him just as much as he pleasured her. she licked her lips while it sprung up out of it's confinements standing tall, leaking precum. "come here baby". he catered to the soft glimmer in her eyes, watching her crawl her way towards him. he threaded his hands into the strands of her hair. "you know what happens when you suck me good right?". her eyes were wide and innocent as she nodded. the better it felt to him, the more he paid her. she bit her lips grabbing a toy from the toy box beside them. it was a pocket pussy.

she spit inside of it before driving it down the tip of his dick which caused him to hiss immediately. she made her gestures slow and steady, clenching the toy around it and sliding it up and down continuously. his breaths were weighted, "fuck baby". his eyes glared down at her with intensified lust. she attached her lips at the base, swirling her tongue around the part that the toy couldn't cover. he never expected this and he felt like he was losing his mind. his head dropped back as his chest continuously heaved. he sucked in a gust of air through his clenched teeth. "oh-- shit". he tugs her hair harder in his grip as the lewd wet sounds of her mouth flooded the thick air surrounding them. he was too engrossed in the sensations he hardly noticed he was receiving a surplus amount of donations from this alone. she moved the toy a bit faster, finding it ironic that now he was the pathetic one being reduced to nothing but a groaning mess above her. "am I doing good?". she asked oh so naively, as if he wasn't already close to cumming all over her face. "fuck--baby keep going just like that". it was the first time she heard that dark voice beg and it moistened her all over again.

she quickened her hand giving him the same treatment he gave her with her own toy, making sure she was licking and sucking the places it couldn't reach. his hips started to buck in between the folds of the toy coating it with his precum. he looked so hot like this, needy groaning for more. sometimes she thought it was too good to be true that she was being paid for it all. she started to softly moan while she sucked him off sending him straight down an intensive spiral of throaty groans. he fucked up into the toy desperate for a release. "like that?". he was way too lost in his nearing orgasm to notice that she was teasing. "yes stay like this". an abundance of curse words flew from his lips as he filled the toy to the hilt with his cum until it was leaking down his lap. his hips bucked over and over again while she moved the toy even while he was cumming, making sure to exhaust him of everything he had.

when she was finished she crawled up onto his lap longing to feel his body against hers again. he rubbed his rough hands over her bare ass before he sloppily kissed her, rewarding her for sucking him so good. she knew one of the rules of being his camgirl was that she wasn't allowed to fall in love with him but god when they were melted together like this, tongues battling stroke for stroke she couldn't help it.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi! What about you spending time with villain's sidekick more for Ratigan, Ursula, Ooggie Boogie, and Maleficent? Thank you 😊

Hi! ^^ Here's the Link to the other post with this plot, including Captain Hook, Cruella De Vil, Dr Facilier, Gaston and Hades

Reactions to Sidekicks Getting More Attention from S/O Then Them

Maleficent: Diaval

… *Most befuddled voice ever* why, though?

He’s a bafoon?

Like- a real idiot, Y/N.

What could you possibly have in common?

… dear god Y/N if you and that pestiferous magpie come up with one more rhyme or pun she is going to cook him.

Mal will come up with a nice lunch or something, for just the two of you (You and her) to have together just to get you away from Diaval.

You: Oh! Is Diaval coming?-

Mal: Oh, I'm afraid Diaval is a little tied up, love…

*Cut to Diaval locked in a coffin with a python constricting around him.*

Don't worry. He'll be fine probably. She just wants to teach him a lesson.

Oogie Boogie: Lock, Shock and Barrel

Oogie: Hey, hey, Y/N! Wanna hear a joke? It’s a really good one, I promise!

You: Oh, later okay? I’m hanging with the kids right now. Love you, see ya!

And just like that, my man- your good natured, jokester of a sack-husband decides that

This

Means

War.

Oogie is an attention seeker and you are not feeding him his recommended daily dose of AtTEnTiOn, and now because of your mistake, he needs to insert himself into your immediate existence right this moment.

Cue the sack husband monopolising the conversation and telling lots of loud, obnoxious jokes until either Lock, Shock and Barrel leaves him alone with you or you try to escape and he can follow you.

He’ll actually push the kids, a lot.

Shoves Shock by the face away from you when they try to talk, has something suddenly ‘occur to him’ when Lock’s telling a story and lOuDlY gAsP because he just can’t control himself in the moment and has to tell you something, cuts off Barrel with a dismissive ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, but like I was saying- ‘ when the boy is trying to ask you something and- yeah, he’s just unbelievably obnoxious.

Give him attention and he’ll chill.

Professor Ratigan: Fidget and Felicia

… why, though? (Vol. 2)

So, Felecia he understands. She’s precious and gorgeous, but Fidget? F i d g e t?

That imbecile could barely hold a conversation if his life depended on it. What could you possibly be doing with him as your company?

#Concerned about your education.

He’s going to be bitter about it, and give you plenty of attitude. He’s very jealous and it manifests itself in a very haughty, pompous, ‘holier than thou’ sort of front as he tries to make you realise how much better company he is then Fidget but will probably only succeed in making you wonder what in the world crawled up your boyfriends ass.

Ursula: Flotsam and Jetsam

Well she’s a busy woman! An entrepreneur! It makes sense that you would have to find other forms of entertainment. She understands.

… Wait, no. Nevermind. What is this. Why is she not the middle of everyone’s attention anymore? This is not what she understood. What’s happening. She does not like this.

Put everything on hold! She needs to remind you, Flotsam and Jetsam, how wonderful she is and how truly deserving of everyone’s attention she is. Sit down, shut up, and l i s t e n.

Okay, so. Ursula is a showman, like many other Disney Villains (And villains in general). And she needs her audience! Her side kicks, of course, and the one person whose opinion on her she gives a damn about. And now that they are all getting along… with each other… more then they’re getting on at all with her… she’s a little put off. Empty (Not that she’ll ever admit she was feeling like that), and will whisk you off away from Flotsam and Jetsam.

[purplegirl20]

Farewell

Pairing: Edge x Self-Insert (Me), with mention of the Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley and Finn Balor. Summary: I say my final goodbyes to to the former leader of the Judgement Day. Warning: None

Tagging: @ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442 @tmt-77 @blueberryomega

Thank you to @ashkrystal for this idea.

Note: This story is more of an emotional drabble. I hope you enjoy my story.

June 6th: Green Bay, WI.

Edge was brutally betrayed and brutalized by the judgement day. I was in the audience when this betrayal occurs. I was shocked with tears flowing down on my cheeks.

Shaynell:(thinking) Edge...

I saw a glimpse of Damian, Rhea, and Finn with deranged look on their faces.

Shaynell:(thinking) Damian. Rhea. Why?

I quickly get off from my seat and rush myself to the restroom. I was hyperventilating as I trying to compose myself. I tried to take deep breathes.

Shaynell:(sniffling) Edge...

I choked as my eyes getting red from the unshed tears.

Shaynell:(stifled) Damian...Rhea... Why? After all he done for you?

After several minutes of trying to get my composure back, I heard my phone vibrating.

(phone vibrating)

Shaynell: Huh?

I quickly grabs my phone from a saw a text notification. I quickly saw Edge's name on the phone.

Shaynell:(gasp) Edge?

I check the text and saw his message.

Edge:(message) My dearest Boston cream. Please meet me backstage and be discreet.

Shaynell:(thinking) How does is he texting me? He injured.

I quickly left the restroom and sneakily went backstage to see Edge. I sneakily past security to meet.

I saw Edge's in his locker room, wearing a neck brace.

Edge:(winces)

Shaynell:(gasp) Edge!

I rushed towards and hugged him tight. I started to cry once again.

Shaynell:(tearing up) Edge. I'm so sorry about what happens. I didn't know that Rhea and Damian would betray you.

I cry on top of his chest.

Edge:(softly) Boston Cream. Don't cry.

Shaynell:(sniffling) I know our relationship it nothing more than a fling, but I really care for you. I thought our fling would turn into more than that. I thought when me and Damian would have a kid together, I would choose you as a godfather. I thought we'll be together.

Edge: Boston Cream...

He place his hand on my back and hold me tight.

Edge: Boston cream, I care for you too. Even though it been two months since we met, I always feel happy of always seeing you.

Shaynell:(blushing) Edge...

Edge:(sighs) I wish we spend more time together.

Shaynell:(sniffling) I know. I wish we have more time.

Edge: I have to leave for a while to recover.

Shaynell:(sniffling) Will I see you again? I don't want you to leave me.

Edge: You will. I'll find a way to get back to see you again. I promise you. You have my phone number.

Shaynell:(sniffling) You promise?

Edge:(chuckling) I promise.

He wipes away my tears and place his hand on top of my cheek as comfort.

Shaynell:(sniffling)

Edge: Boston cream. Don't cry. Be strong for me. I'll fight back. I promise you.

(footsteps)

Edge:(gasp) It's security. You have to go. Now!

Before I leave, he gave me the most passionate kiss, making me blush.

Shaynell:(blushing) Sprinkles.

Edge: Until we meet again, Boston cream.

Shaynell: Until we meet again, Sprinkles.

Edge: Be strong for me. No matter what. Remember that. Ok?

I silently nods my head and gave him a hug. I quickly left the locker room to avoid security. I quickly get a call from Damian Priest.

Damian: Mija, Where are you? We have to be at the airport. Our flight is at midnight and boarding starts at 11:30pm.

Shaynell: I'll be right there.

I quickly hangs up the phone.

Shaynell:(thinking) I'll be strong for you. No matter what.

I left the venue to meet up with Damian to return home.

[rinstars]

pool party

pairing: suna x reader

genre: smut

word count: 2k+

tags: fingering, penetration, public sex, dacryphilia, size kink, a tiny bit of praise, degradation/humiliation, mention of toys, strangers/neighbors sex, overstimulation, multiple use of different names, kind of dubcon

description: when you decided to go for a swim in the middle of the night on the private pool of your apartment complex to relax and things took a different turn.

after getting through a whole week filled with nothing but paperworks, meetings, and deadlines – you need a good swim. that's what you tell yourself as you shuffle around your room to search for your phone and towel, setting it on the bed as you pick out a good bathing suit to wear for your little relaxing swim on the pool of your building.

it's close to midnight. surely, you would be the only one in the space, giving you the alone time you've been praying for the whole week. speeding along the hallways and into the elevator with your robe wrapped around your body, you feel excitement bubble through your stomach at the thought of finally getting rest.

you wait patiently, tapping your foot on the marble until the elevator opened, presenting you with a sight you did not expect to see. standing shirtless in the pool, with half of his body submerged into the water, is your neighbor suna rintaro.

the gasp that escaped your lips was unavoidable as you looked at the hard muscle of his abdomen littered with water droplets, his wet long hair pushed back from his face with a bored, nonchalant look. wetness started pooling on the bikini you're wearing, making you curse yourself in the head. truthfully, you haven't been able to release your frustrations for a whole week, so one could only guess how much you're aching to be touched.

refusing to look like a fool in front of suna, you decided against hopping back in the elevator and dismissing the idea of a swim. your nimble fingers reach the knot of your robe, undoing it before shrugging it off your shoulders and onto the floor. you didn't miss the way he watches you shamelessly, following your every move with a sharp gaze.

when you eventually dipped in the pool, you stayed as far from him as possible, scared if you were within close proximity, you would do something regrettable.

barely any light illuminates the pool, your bodies below the water almost invisible to the eye. an idea pops into your head, admittedly a stupid idea, but you couldn't ignore the throb between your legs. turning your back against suna, you let your fingers run from your stomach to the band of your bikini, slipping your fingers in and parting your folds open. you let out an inaudible gasp at the cold water enveloping your twitching bud.

you didn't move for a while, just letting yourself feel the cold water wash away the heat of your warm cunt. lost in the mild feeling of euphoria, you didn't hear the movement of someone getting close to you, the ripples he created in the water unnoticed. it wasn't until you felt someone grip your wrist from behind did you jump at the realization that suna must have noticed what you were trying to do.

wordlessly, he pulled your fingers away from inside your panties, tugging on the wrist he caught earlier. you let him, face flushed from combined embarrassment and arousal. his hard chest is pressed on your back, making you almost want to throw your head back and lean to him. he shifted a little, causing a hard muscle to bump in the middle of your thighs, making you to let out a disgruntled groan.

in your head, you thought fuck it and started to slowly push your behind to him, so your ass is resting on his hardening cock. however, cold and wrinkled fingers suddenly pressed on your clit, making you scream out. he slapped a hand on your mouth, pulling you closer to him as his fingers circle your clit with such ferocity.

"even the water can't wash away how fucking wet you are." he growls in your ear, nibbling on the lobe as he continues his torture on your twitching clit. you spread your legs father, allowing him to slip his fingers further in you. the pads of his calloused fingers reached your slit, pushing two fingers in it with warning.

"s-suna." you throw your head back, clenching your walls around him as he assaults your pussy with the repeated, harsh pumps of his digits. his tongue is latched on your neck, sucking bruises on the skin with his teeth.

"if you wanted me that bad, you should've just said so from the beginning, baby." he whispered with a teasing smile before inserting a third finger in you and stretching you out with his scissoring. you feel your legs tremble, losing the strength to stay still and standing, but the way he's ramming his fingers upwards keep you upright.

"you didn't know the walls separating us our thin?" he spoke with a teasing tone but you weren't able to catch on, until he continued. "you think i don't hear you moaning my name out as you pump toys in and out of your cunt, you fucking slut?"

you gasp, both at shock from the statement and the way he's fingering you knuckles deep now, with the addition of his thumb rubbing digits on your sensitive clit. you didn't know what to say at the statement. there's no point in denying something that's real.

instead, you rock on his finger, almost as if you're riding his fingers to orgasm. his other hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to him. you were going to close the distance for a kiss when he denied you and instead pushed your mouth open before spitting on it.

"swallow it, bunny." he instructs, watching you with animalistic eyes. arousal spreads through you even more as you swallow, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. he turns you on so much. you've been imagining his fingers in you since the moment he moved next door, the feeling of his beautiful athlete fingers splitting you apart.

you were about to release a large moan when he shushed you again, turning the both of you around. shock replaced the confusion written on your face as you heard approaching voices, eyes widening at the possibility of being caught.

"oh, you like that?" he laughed in your ear as his fingers started moving even faster than before (if that was even possible). "clenching at the thought of being caught, huh? what a dumb little slut you are."

it was all just too much – his dirty talk and long fingers fuelling your desire. your hips bucked for the last time as you cum around his fingers, coating his hand with your slick.

he retracted his hands away from your pussy but remained his hold around your body, facing the two other boys now swimming in the very same pool you're both in. you felt him nod in greeting as the others smiled back at both of you, noticing the way one of them stares at your breast a little longer than necessary.

they both swim a little closer to you and suna, starting a small talk you couldn't care to join in. not when all of your strength has been reduced to nothing just a few minutes ago.

you were nodding along to the conversation when you felt your panties being pushed aside, making you gasp when you realize that it is, in fact, suna's throbbing cock.

the guys snapped their attention to you when they heard you make the noise, asking you if you're fine. with a hard nod and a tight smile, you assure them it's nothing. with much effort, you feel the tip of his cock slip inside your tightening cunt, making you bite your lip to prevent a sound from escaping. in your head, you curse at the boys in front of you for making it way too difficult to act, but then you knew that this is exactly what suna wanted.

your harsh glare on the duo never faltered, not once, until one of them noticed and hurriedly tried to pull the other way, whispering something about how they're taking up too much of your time. a flood of relief washes over you, and the moment they're a good distance away, suna once again turns your back to where the audience are.

"what a good girl." his fingers brush the damp hair falling on your face. he angled his hips better before slowly continuing to ease in your little cunny.

you have always imagined suna was a big guy, from the way he's built and how ridiculously tall he looks. but what you didn't expect is that he was this huge. you have never failed to accommodate something when you're being penetrated, but half way in with suna and you're already overstimulated. by the time he's all the way in, you gasp as your fingers fly to your lower abdomen, feeling his tip all the way there.

"fuck, you're so – ahh, s-so big." you grip his forearms as he began slowly pushing his length balls deep. the coil in your stomach tightening by the minute as he continuously tortures you with the lazy buckles of his hips.

"please move faster, suna, p-please please." you beg him, tears lining the edge of your eyes and a broken sob makes its way out of your throat.

suna felt his cock twitching and hardening at the sight of your face, tears moistening your eyes with a pout etched on your lips. "when you imagine me fucking you do i go slow like this or do i split you apart with my cock, hmm?"

humiliation fills you at the thought of him hearing you get off to his name every night but you certainly can't stop now, not with his cock wrapped in your tightness at a public pool where people are also swimming. with a choke, "y-you split me apart your cock."

he didn't even need to reply after that as he pulls his cock all the way back before slamming all of him into you again. his tip repeatedly kissing the opening of your cervix, making you let out a rather loud moan. he pinched your clit at that, the other hand wrapped around your throat.

"do you want a show? make a sound again, baby, and i'll show them what kind of slut you are." he threatens, kissing your cheeks and temples as tears keep falling – from the pain of having to keep your voice down to escape humiliation.

the water below you is moving so rapidly that it's creating ripples and bubbles to the surface, paired with the squelching sounds from where your bodies meet each other. he fucks your cunt deep and hard, making you feel every protruding vein along with every inch of his skin.

"does this compare? to the toys you stuff your cunt with?" he taunts you, groaning as he feels you clamp down on him even tighter. when you refuse to open your mouth in fear of making a sound, suna pulls your bra down from your breast, exposing your nipples to the harsh cold air. you immediately trembled at the feeling, head falling down as your face contorts in bliss. you were sure if suna wasn't holding you by the neck, you would have submerged into the water already.

with a strained sound, you managed to say. "nothing c-compares. your cock is so fat, so g-good — a-ahh suna.. 'm so stuffed."

when his fingers swirl your nipples, pinching both sides as he pumps himself into you along with his whispered degradation in your ear, it was all just too much. you feel your vision turning white as orgasm bubbles through your body.

suna curses a string of fuck as he feels you squeeze the seed out of him, almost as if you're telling him to cum with you but refusing to let him go at the same time. "want to be my little cumdump, bunny? want me painting your insides white?"

you nod at him with eagerness, chin touching the knuckles of the hand on your throat as you cream around him one last time, releasing your sticky juice into his cock. soon after, he fills you up too. you feel the sticky liquid gushing and dancing inside you, trailing down your thighs as it overflows.

"no no no no, clench, my angel. don't let a single drop out." he hums in your ear before pulling away from you and placing your panties back in place after your bra.

you nod, clenching your walls before eventually collapsing in his arms from exhaustion. he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head, "are we taking this to your house or mine?"

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

PLEASANT SURPRISE

Prompt: Requested by the lovely @romanreignsgirl20 , as a surprise to her friend @jazzy-bella02 I hope you girls like it 😉

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, degradation kink (name calling), dirty talk, asphyxiation kink (breath play), cursing, dom x sub dynamic

Editor: @rheacanbreakme

Tag: @marlananicole , @bellalutionn , @yungbludjazz360 , @sassymox

Notes: *insert passing out gif here* I wish, girl, I fucking wish! You can check out my previous stories on my Masterlist if you’d like (it would make me your girl here very happy 🤗). And now, let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy...

My first AEW live event, how exciting is that? I’m excited for everything, but to be honest, the thing I was most excited about was to see my favorite wrestler (and my eternal crush) Jon Moxley. The only reason I had bought tickets for this live event was because of him. And I couldn’t wait to see him face to face.

Suddenly his music started, and there he was. Beautiful, with that bad boy attitude and swagger. He passed through the middle of the audience, cutting his way through the people to get to the ring, and that’s when he stopped by my side to stare at Darby, who was waiting for him in the ring.

He smelled amazing! Masculine, earthy, fresh, spicy and kinda musky. That was when he looked down at me.

“Hey there, doll” Jon said, winking

My voice got caught in my throat and I could only nod as a greeting

“Are you gonna root for me?” He asked, seriously

“Y-Yes...I- I came here just to see you” I said, my cheeks beginning to flush pink in embarrassment

“Oh really? So why don’t we make a deal? If I win you come backstage with me” He proposed

“And what if you lose?” I asked

His only response to me was a loud laugh as he ran to the ring.

The match ended as fast as it started. Jon took over Darby like he was nothing, and when the match was over, he asked for a microphone, squatted down next to Darby’s body and said

“What you have witnessed, is a message for anyone backstage who wants to fuck with me. Try your luck, buddies, but don’t you never forget that” His eyes searched through the audience until he found me, and while smirking, he continued “Jon Moxley NEVER loses! And at the end of the day, I always get what I want” He dropped the microphone on top of Darby’s chest, and made his way to the audience. When he was in front of me, Jon picked me up in his arms bridal style, and walked towards his locker room.

He placed my feet softly on the floor of his locker room, locked the door, and asked

“So, what’s your name, kitty cat?”

“Y/N”

“Is it true that you came here today just to see me?” Jon slowly started to get closer, and closer to me

“Yes..I-I drove five hours just to see you, Mox” I shyly responded

“Five hours?” He whistled “Wow, that’s a whole lot of effort just to see my sorry ass” He cackled, lighting up a cigarette

“I have a sore spot for you, so..” I joked and Jon chuckled

“Oh yeah?” He sat on the black leather couch, and patted his thigh, almost as a hint for me to sit down on it

“Tell me, kitty cat, besides that sore spot is there any other spot that you might have for me? I don’t know, maybe like... a wet and warm one?” He asked, as one of his hands caressed my ass through my jeans

My face escalated through one thousand shades of red reacting to his words..

“Oh,” Jon laughed, amused, “Kitten is one of the shy ones, huh?”

“I’m not used to hearing those things..”

“It’s ok, doll. I like the shy ones! They always surprise you anyways” He smirked “Will you surprise me, Y/N? Will you make me believe that you’re all sweet, innocent and collected and then, when I’m fucking you, you’ll say the most filthiest things that can even make ME blush?”

I don’t know where the courage that took over me came from, but I grabbed him and said

“I guess you’ll have to find out”

Jon’s eyes became a darker shade of blue, as an mischievous grin took over his lips

“Oh, you’re definitely one of the fun ones! We’re gonna have a good time, kitten. I can already tell”

I straddled his hip and asked “Are you gonna talk the whole night through, or are you gonna do something, Jon Moxley?”

He quickly grabbed my thighs and laid me down on the couch, pinning my body down with his weight.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that” He threatened, coldly. And I believed him.

One hand quickly came up to my throat, and squeezed, hard. Jon leaned down to kiss me, but when he got close enough and I closed my eyes to savour it, the fucker leaned back, laughing

“How bad do you want it?” He asked, with mischief dancing upon those blue orbs

“Very badly” I panted

“Yeah? Are you gonna scream for me? Let everyone know how much of a whore you are for me?”

“Yes, sir” I moaned

“Oh, she’s a trained slut! That’s good. At least I won’t have to waste my time teaching you shit” He bit my lip forcefully

“Safeword?” Jon asked

“Color system, sir”

“Good” He released my neck and stood up “Strip for me” He commanded, sitting down on the armchair across the couch

I clumsily stood up, and began to mechanically take my clothes off.

“Stop” He said, making me look at him in confusion

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?”

“Taking my clothes off, as you requested, sir”

Jon shook his head in disappointment “Unbelievable” He muttered under his breath

“Are you deaf, Y/N?”

“No, sir” I replied, still confused

“I told you to strip for me! Not for you to take your clothes off without any passion” He said with disdain in his voice

“I’m sorry, sir”

“Start again” Jon commanded, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the fly down.

I swallowed my embarrassment and did as I was told, and began to strip for him

I removed my t-shirt slowly, followed by my bra, which I let teasingly slide down my arms. Jon groaned at the sight of my bare breasts and started to touch himself through his boxers.

When I began to pull my jeans down, Jon said

“Come closer, Y/N”

I obliged and he told me to turn around, so my back was facing him now.

“Pull your jeans down, slowly” He said and I did as he wanted, pulling my jeans down, torturously slow.

“Hmmm, fuck. That’s it, kitten. Just like that” He cooed and I could hear him spitting on his palm “Take a few steps back, doll” He requested

I walked backwards until he told me to stop, that was when he told me to continue

“Fuck, you have a beautiful ass” Jon said, licking my (now exposed) ass cheeks.

He asked me to turn around, and so I did

“See through?” He asked, caressing the thin layer of light blue lace that covered my mound.

His soft and lazy caresses soon found my clit, and he began to circle the nub through the lace panties, making me moan at the friction.

I could now see that Jon’s cock was completely out of his boxers, as he was stroking himself. And I could already feel the pressure of my release, building up. As I was about to cum, he stopped the action on my clit and told me to lose the panties.

“Go to the couch, kneel on it, and rest your chest on the backrest” Jon quickly said, as he opened the condom.

Seconds after, I felt his presence behind me. He pushed my hips back slightly, and positioned himself on my entrance

“Are you gonna be a good kitten for me?” He whispered in my ear

“Yes, sir” I gasped, when I felt him sliding in

“Are you gonna scream for me?”

“Yes, sir”

“Are you gonna let everybody in this backstage hear how good I’m fucking you?”

“Yes, sir...please” I moaned

Jon forcefully thrusted into me, making the air escape from my lungs.

“Sir” I cried out, grabbing his wrist

“So fucking tight, kitten” He moaned “But don’t worry, we’re about to change that” As he moaned again and laughed.

Jon began to move slowly in and out, stretching my walls to fit him perfectly and once he could move easily in and out, his thrusts became so hard that my chest smacked the back of the couch each time he entered me. It all felt so good that I instinctively started to meet his thrusts

“Oh fuck yes, kitten! That’s right, baby, take it! Fuck yourself on my cock”

His encouragement made me move faster and faster and without noticing I began screaming

“I’m Mox’s good little whore”

Jon growled, pounding harder and deeper.

“Yes you are, kitten! Fuck, you’re such a good little slut! My perfect slut” He bit my neck and circled one arm around my waist, until he reached my clit and started to rub it

“I want you to cum for me, Y/N. I want you to milk my cock, baby. I wanna feel you clenching around me”

His words worked like magic on me, making me explode around him. My walls became so tight, it even got hard for him to move.

A few seconds later, Jon grunted as he came.

“I knew you would surprise me, but fuck!” He chuckled, as he slid out and took the condom off.

Jon threw the condom in the trash can and returned to the couch. I reached down for my panties, but he was quicker, taking the piece of fabric off the floor and tucking it in the front pocket of his jeans. Leaning down, he finally, for the first time, kissed me. An addictive kiss, that tasted like whiskey, mint and cigarettes.

“Wanna go get some burgers?" He asked, smiling

“Sure” I cackled

“Would you like to come to my place afterwards?” Jon questioned

I looked at him in surprise “You want to see me again?” I asked, shocked

“Of course I do! You’re my own little Pandora’s box, I need to know what else you’re hiding in there” He narrowed his eyes, making me laugh

“So, c’mon” He stood up and offered me his hand “Let’s go get our burgers, kitty cat”...

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[definitelynotsuzumi]

Zapped to Another World

Genshin Impact x Fem!Reader

I wrote this in my spare time when I was working back in November and thought that I should share this ^-^ 

Depending on the comments/notes and if I have spare time, I may be updating this. 

[Masterlist]

The rain poured down your umbrella. The clouds coloured the sky a dark grey as you ran for the bus. You sighed as you reached the traffic light. Yup, you were definitely not going to be able to catch it now.

School had ended for the year, which meant more free time for you and the new game you had recently gotten into. Genshin Impact.

You could not help but smile at the thought of it. With school out of the picture, you could finally focus on the game completely. There was so many things to do. Farming for artifacts, completing your daily commissions…

You sloshed your way over as the lights turned green. While you love that school is out, you honestly hated the wet weather that came with the winter break and the feeling of wet socks on your feet. After safely crossing the road, you winced as a white truck rushed by, soaking your clothes through as the giant puddle you have been trying to avoid poured onto your skirt and legs.

You let out a sigh as you quickly took shelter under a tree nearby to try and wring out the remaining water when it happened.

“Just my luck…”You muttered as you clumsily balanced your umbrella, “Can it get any worse?”

Just as those words left your lips, it happened. A white flash lit the sky for a brief second. But it was too late. Thousands of volts came cascading upon your body and everything turned white.

“This is your fault.” You heard a voice. It sounded like a young, sulky boy.

“How is this my fault? You’re the one who lashed out when I put down that +4 card down.”

“THAT AIN’T FAIR STILL! I WAS SO CLOSE TO WINNING AND YOU BLEW IT!”

“Uh…What’s going on?” You blinked as your vision settled. You sat in what looked like a library of sorts, with several shelves lining the walls and a long white and gold marble table in the centre of it all. A girl with long, platinum hair glared down at her male counterpart, who huffed in annoyance.

“How about you explain it to her, Artem.”

“Sorry, but I don’t speak to cheaters.”

“Oh for gods sake- fine. We apologize for uhm…Killing you. Truly, a thousand apologies. If only someone can control their temper for once in their life-“ The girl shot a dirty look at Artem.

“LIKE YOU ARE ONE TO TALK! SOLARIA, YOU SINGED MY EYEBROWS OVER KILLING YOU IN AMONG US!”

“Well excuse you! My anger was perfectly justified! You voted me out even when I told you the truth and that I was innocent!”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO EMBROIDER AND GROOM THEM BACK TO NORMAL AGAIN?”

“Could you guys please stop fighting for 10 seconds?” You yelled over the noise. The girl and boy finally stopped, leaving you to rub at your ringing ears.

You sighed. Kids were always a handful back in your home. You had to take care of your cousins whenever your aunt was over, and it often resulted with your ears ringing and your head pounding.

“What’s done is done. I’m…well, dead and I seriously have no idea where I am.” You said, trying to stay composed.

“Well…In your human terms, this is kind of like the After Life.” The boy, Artem explained, sighing as he put down his Uno cards.

“Or well, it shouldn’t since…You were supposed to live for like, another 50 to 60 years. But someone messed it up.” The girl, Solaria, summoned a book from a shelf. You blinked as a weathered leather book with gilded, golden pages floated down onto the table.

“Shut up. I said that I was sorry, didn’t I?” Artem groaned.

“Sir Artem, are you losing your braincells? I was the one who apologized. You still owe the human an apology.” Solaria bit back icily.  

With a wave of her hand, the pages of the book flipped and she studied it carefully for a minute before looking back up.

“Well, as a soul now, you have an option. You can go into Elysium or be reincarnated.” Solaria sighed as Artem huffed again.

“Huh. What do you know? Elysium sounds real good right about now-“You thought out loud as Artem’s eyes turned wide with fear.

“Please don’t go into Elysium!” Artem yelled. The books shook in the shelves as his voice echoed.

“Ow, inside voice please? Hasn’t your mother taught you better?” You winced in pain. It seems that immortals had a throat of steel, judging from the way they could shout infinitely.

“I’m really sorry, but if Dad finds out I brought in another human because I accidentally killed them…He’s going to banish me…To Earth…” Artem looked down onto the table.

He was unable to meet your eyes as you stared at him with bemusement.

“Yeah, as much as I hate to say it, please…Reconsider on our offer to reincarnate. He is on thin ice with Father and if he is banished, I’d have to take on his duties as well. I’m pretty exhausted with the workload as it is.” Solaria sighed.

“As long as it’s not Earth, I’m cool with it.” You looked up at the ceiling, which took your breath away. The entire solar system was on it. With it, was the familiar sphere of white, green and blue.

“Hm, that is easy enough. I could reincarnate you into my world.” Artem brightened up.

Solaria sighed with relief.

“And to make up for it, I could buff you up with a couple of blessings here and there-“

“Within reason.” Solaria cut in, with a sharp look at Artem.

“Psssh, as if it’s hard to make a Gnosis.” Artem had considerably relaxed after hearing your statement.

“Are you serious? Don’t you even know the situation down at Teyvat?!” Your eyes widened. Were they talking about what you were thinking of?

Artem rose to his feet, the ivory wings on his lower back flaring. His eyes gleamed gold as he stared down his sister.

“It’s my world. I do what I like with it. If you don’t like it, get a world of your own.”

“You only got your world because Mother took pity on you. Don’t act all big when you have killed so many humans.”  Solaria hummed, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll only grant this human the bare minimum. Anything more, and I’ll let Father know of your deeds thus far, even if it means more work for me.” Solaria glared back. Her eyes gleamed silver as she did so. You felt a shiver run down your spine. 

“That’s all that I’ll need then. Work on your blessings and gifts. I’ll work on mine.” Artem turned away from his sister. The siblings set to work, the atmosphere of ice cold professionalism now in the air.

Solaria rose from her place on the table. With a flick of a finger, the Uno cards vanished with a burst of gold sparkles. The leather book floated beside her as she constantly referred to its pages while flying around the room.

“Hmm…Not much of a combatant, I see. Polearms and swords will probably be hard for you. Perhaps…A catalyst?” She pulled out a bright blue book adorned in gold, with feathers sticking out.

Blowing off any dust from the beautiful book, she casually tossed it over her shoulder and onto you. You instinctively brought your arms up to protect your face but as the book hit your arms, it disappeared into a burst of gold.

“Huh?” You blinked as you saw the book reappear beside you, its pages flipping.

Solaria returned with a satchel and a bag of gold coins. Looking satisfied as she noticed the book beside you, she inserted the bag of coins into the satchel before sliding it over your shoulder. Solaria hummed to herself before smiling again.

Reaching behind her neck, Solaria detached a shimmering teardrop necklace before slipping it around yours.

“There’s nothing special about it, apart from it glowing. I thought it would be a nice touch.” Solaria winked at you. 

Tilting your chin up, you froze with shock as she pressed her lips against yours.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“Oh, please. Don’t be flustered. That was merely a blessing of mine. It will help you when you need to speak with the natives of the land.” Solaria coolly said as she wiped her mouth.  

You were still reeling in shock. Your throat seemed to tighten as you coughed. 

“..Thank you, for agreeing with us on our selfish request. To be forcibly stripped of our powers can be the worst pain and humiliation a god or goddess can bear.” Solaria murmured to you as she hurried to the end of the room, where she knelt and seemed to draw symbols in gold.

You held back your tongue. ‘What about me? I got zapped to death here.’ You thought to yourself.

“It is done. Please step into that summoning circle there.” Artem held a floating, golden cylinder in his hands. Solaria rose from her place on the floor, gesturing for you to come over.

It was a Gnosis! You were quick to obey as you hurried to Solaria’s side.

Stepping into the centre, you turned to face Artem and Solaria, who stood side by side. They flared their wings as you sensed an energy swirl around you.

“I, Artem, God of the Moon, grant you passage and dominion over my world, Teyvat. Do you accept, (Y/N) (L/N)?” Artem’s voice echoed in your ears.

“I accept.” As the words left your lips, the Gnosis within his hands flew into your chest. You gasped as it did so, a heat spreading rapidly across your chest.

“Be safe on your travels, (Y/N) (L/N).” Solaria flashed a warm smile as you coughed.

“Resigno!”

The gold summoning circle glowed bright blue and you found yourself falling through the blue skies.

You screeched ungracefully as you fell from the sky headfirst. The green grass was coming up way too fast. 

‘Am I going to die again?’ You thought as you held out your arms to break your fall, only for a huge gust of wind to cushion your fall. 

“Huh?” You blinked in surprise as a person clad in green floated beside you. 

It was a young boy with 2 braids, which gleamed blue in the light. His eyes were a beautiful mix of green and blue. 

‘Venti?’ You gaped as he grabbed your hands and guided you back onto the ground. 

“Never thought I’d have an audience during my practice session. Are you okay?” Venti grinned at you. 

“Never...Never better. Thank you...”You gave a thumbs up as you got air back into your lungs again. 

His deft fingers plucked at his harp as he sat down on the soft grass. 

“It’s no problem. But what brings you here anyways? Not many people know of this spot.” Venti tilted his head. It seemed as though you uncovered his secret place. 

“I- uh well...Accidents happen. I’m not a mad fan or a stalker, I swear. Well, maybe I am a fan but still.” You rambled but you forced yourself to stop talking and to breath. Venti is real and he is in front of me. Venti is real and he is in front of me. 

Your heart was beating fast. 

‘I should say something smart, introduce myself or something.’ You thought to yourself as you composed yourself. 

You wanted to at least tell him your name but the words are out faster than you can stop them. 

“Wanna grab a drink?”  

[dreamescapeswriting]

Unfinished Business ~ Part Six

WORD COUNT: 6K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, murder, blood

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part six of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no…He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: TW || Chapter includes mentioned of being touched inappropriately by a stranger, Smut will be included in a later chapter so this is a fic for a mature audience, Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

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"Wake up sleepyhead," You groaned, shoving whoever was waking you up away from you, hitting them in the face.

"Five more minutes." A rough tug sat you up and you came face to face with Changbin, who was holding a plate in one hand and you in the other.

"Chan isn't here. Eat and then do whatever it is that you do when he isn't here." You looked down at the food on the plate and decided within seconds that you weren't hungry for whatever that was. It didn't look appetising and you didn't trust Changbin as far as you could throw him.

"Where's Jisung? I thought it was his shift this morning." You mumbled taking the plate and leaving it on the bedside table. Changbin didn't care if you ate it or not, he didn't really care for you at all, so he watched you walk around the bedroom trying to figure out what your plan was.

"Are you planning your escape today?" You stared at him and raised your eyebrow, as if he could think you'd run after what Chan did.

"No, I was thinking of cleaning. You guys are pigs." He lunged at you and you smirked at him, you weren't afraid of him or anyone else in this place. They wouldn't kill you because of how Chan acted around you, they held nothing over you which meant you had some kind of leverage.

"I'm going for a shower and then I'm cleaning the house." You rolled your eyes at him and walked into the ensuite bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind you. It's not as though you could escape through the tiny window and it wasn't like you had anywhere to go. Your ankle was doing better though which was great, one less thing to have to worry about when you did inevitably escape from Chan.

The front door had banged open, you looked up from the floor you were cleaning to see who it was that had made such a loud entrance,

"You have a date tonight." You stared at Felix as he spoke to you, as though you had some kind of idea as to what he was talking about.

"To whom are you referring?" He held up two tickets to a charity ball and you stared at them, black tie and ball gown were expected. There was going to be auctions held to donate money to charity. It was a charity ball that donated to the nursing home you used to work at, they held the party once or twice a year for benefactors to make generous donations.

"Chan's going to that?" You questioned. You'd served there a couple of years ago when you wanted to volunteer and the place was beautiful, it was right in Seoul centre in one of the biggest, most expensive hotels ever. Felix nodded his head,

"Like he does every year. Donates a large sum to them every year as well as auction things off. He donates throughout the year though through anonymous donations." You stared at Felix as he told you what Chan did for them, it surprised you you'd only ever heard of the bad things that Chan did for his money, not with it.

"Stealing from the rich to give to the poor? Sounds too much like Robin hood for me." Felix chuckled and shook his head at you, he could see something was going on inside your head. Like a battle with yourself that you weren't going to admit to losing just yet, he was brilliant at reading people and to him, you were an open book.

"I can't go. I have nothing to wear." You went back to cleaning the dishes you'd collected from all over the house and that's when Felix pulled out a wallet.

"That's why I have money, Jisung and Changbin will be following along with us to make sure you don't try anything." You glanced over at your shoulder, Changbin wasn't looking too happy about going with you on the field trip.

"Why not someone else?" You took the washing up gloves off your hands and walked over to the towels. They all knew about your dislike for Changbin since neither of you was trying to hide it, drying your hands and turning back to Felix.

"No one else is free...It'll be fun. I'll help you find something and then I'll get us all a tie to match your dress." Your version of fun seemed different from Felix's. You'd rather stay at home in your bed all day rather than shopping for the perfect dress and shoes.

"Let's go-"

"Don't I have to change first?" You remembered Chan's surprise when you wanted to go out in the jeans you'd been painting in. But Felix was fine with you coming in the leggings and oversized shirt they'd gotten you, it wasn't like he was trying to show you off to everyone.

"Not that's fine. Let's go, we don't want to be late tonight."

The shopping trip hadn't been a total drag like you'd thought it would be, Changbin managed to pretend to be happy to be there. Jisung and Felix were like the brothers you always wanted except way better than you had imagined them to be. It was so nice to be out of the house and joking around with them so much you'd almost forgotten who they were.

"I feel stupid," You said, as you stared yourself in the mirror. Felix was in your bedroom wearing an all-black suit, along with a red tie to match your dress. Chan wanted you all to match so people would know you were all together at the party, that way no one would mess with you. Chan had only gotten back an hour ago and had spent his entire time back locking his office complaining about something to Minho. You'd heard him shouting from inside of the bathroom when you were getting ready but you couldn't understand a word of it, it was all too muffled through the walls to understand anything. He'd been shouting at Minho about how Namjoon was going to be at the party, he never made appearances at things like that which was both good and bad news.

"Chan's downstairs now, the car is here." You sighed and came out of the bathroom nervously playing with your fingers as you waited for them to see you again. The red silk gown was floor length with a split at the front left side coming up to your mid-thigh.

"Whoa." You stared at Felix and shook your head at him, he was the one that had picked the dress out and saw you try it on.

"You saw it before."

"That was before the hair and makeup, you look...whoa." Your makeup had been done by someone in the mall along with your hair. You shook your head at him again and went over to the mirror to look at yourself. It felt like you were playing dress up as a kid all over again, the dress cost more than anything you would ever be able to afford in this lifetime or the next and it had an A-line flow with a backless detail. It was something you never would have worn before, but were wearing now because you had to look your best for the evening.

"Chan's gonna-"

"Chan's gonna what - oh my god," Seungmin gasped as he walked into the room, he'd come to see what was taking so long but he was shocked by how you looked as well.

"Boys," You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes and heading down the staircase. You could hear Chan ranting about something to the rest of the boys, doubling their security and watching him all night. He didn't care if they were tired or not, they weren't to have their eyes off the ball for even a moment there was too much at risk.

"Are you even listening? This is more important than all the other times we've been to these things. We have someone important to protect now- Are you even listening to me?" Jisung pointed over his shoulder at you, and Chan turned around to see you standing there with a small shy smile on your face. Chan’s jaw dropped as he stared at you, you looked incredible and he couldn't believe you were standing there so awkwardly. Someone that looked like you should have been walking tall and high with their head held high, and he was going to make sure he could help you do that. He was going to make you confident and feel like the beautiful girl you were. All thoughts about what he was talking to his men about were gone as you came closer to him. He took your hand in his and kissed the top of it, placing it back down at your hip and you felt a flutter in your heart as he stared at you. No one had ever looked at you like that before, it was nerve-wracking but at the same time, it made you feel warm inside, safe and that you weren't alone.

"The car," Changbin said, having no time to waste on this stupid moment Chan seemed to be having with you. They were all on edge for the night and were now protecting you and Chan while you were at the event together.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, as you sat in the back of Chan's car together Jeongin was driving with Seungmin by his side. The car in front of you had Felix and Minho inside and the last car behind you carried Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin, you were being watched from angles. The same thing, matching cars and number plates in case any of you were followed it would be easy enough to confuse them. He was going to make sure nothing happened to you.

"Everything is fine." He lied, looking out of the window. He didn't feel like he could lie while looking you in the eyes. Right now he was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, because you weren't his to touch he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by putting his hands on you,

"At the party, I'm going to introduce you as my fiancé...go along with it." You nodded and he slipped off a ring from his pinky finger. Turning to look at you as he slid it onto your ring finger, it was the perfect fit.

"Is there a reason we're faking that I'm your fiancé?" Chan nodded and turned to you trying to make it seem like he wasn't lying through his teeth right now.

"Namjoon."

"The man from the store?" Chan nodded again,

"I realise that I'm not in your eyes but what I do I do for the good of people and Namjoon...Let's just say he has his own selfish reasons for what he and his crew do. Killing for fun, killing for the sake of killing-" You felt fear ripple through your body and Chan could see that so he stopped talking about it. Namjoon was well known everywhere, everyone had heard of Namjoon and if they hadn't they were either stupid or didn't live in Seoul.

"So I have a target on my back because he saw us together the other day?" This was Chan's idea in the first place, he shouldn't be feeling guilty about this but he was. The plan was to lure Namjoon out, but since the day you spent alone together he'd been having second thoughts about the entire thing. He figured being seen by Namjoon would bring him out of hiding and have him admit that he killed Chan's wife. The bonus would be having him scare you so much you would be too terrified to leave Chan's side, so now why was he feeling so guilty for doing it? All he wanted to do was make you stay with him forever, he would be the one to protect you.

"I promise to look after you, he won't ever hurt you." You could tell by the way he was holding your hands, squeezing them and staring into your eyes that he was sincere. Which was what scared you. He was closer to believing that you actually liked him, while you were now stuck with staying with him forever or being on the run from two big mafia leaders who would both want you dead.

"Why do you come to these events?" You asked, trying to change the subject to anything else.  You could avoid the feeling of being scared if you just put it off long enough.

"I have my reasons," He linked your hands together as he sat in the back of the car. He didn't know how to act around you, you were being so nice to him lately and he didn't want to do anything to change that.

"Do I have to be scared about being out with you?" You questioned, your mind wandering back to Namjoon who was going to be at the event.

"No. I promised I would never let anything happen to you and I meant it." He squeezed your hand. You felt somewhat comforted by it, knowing that he was starting to fall for you hard enough to want to protect you. But then your mind went back to Changbin's threat and your conflicting heart. You could already feel yourself feeling sorry for him, clearly whatever had happened with his wife was affecting him badly. Maybe he was just that good guy that got pushed too far. One half of you was wanting to stay with him, but your brain was still on fire battling the thought about him doing what he did to Mrs Lu and the story your ditzy barmaid had told you. That chan had been the one to kill her, anyone with more than three brain cells could tell he hadn't though, that the story of him killing his wife was complete bullshit.

"Thank you." You whispered, looking out of the window nervously as you thought about the event. It was highly publicised meaning someone was going to get your photograph of you sitting there.

"Did you mean it?" You questioned quickly, he hummed at you and turned to stare at your face wondering what you were talking about.

"Did I mean what?"

"About taking me to see my grandfather?" He could tell by the look on your face that you were excited about the thought of it. But you were doing your best to stay calm about it and so he nodded at you. It could be a reward for you if you were good tonight while you were out with him.

"I'll take you if you behave tonight." You smiled shyly at him and nodded, promising you would be good. You'd promised not to try and get away and you meant it.

"Then let's get to it. Maybe get a nice photo to give to him?" Chan asked you, as he looked at the photographers outside the hotel. You nodded and the door opened, flashing lights started to blind you and you held onto Chan as he helped you out of the car.

"How do you deal with this?" You giggled, looking at him as he walked with you side by side. He linked his arm around your waist and smiled down at you trying to look good for the cameras. He paused at the bottom of the steps, a red carpet had been laid out and people were screaming questions at everyone who was walking there. It was like Chan was some kind of famous celebrity and people wanted to interview him.

"I smile and get on with it, I never liked this side of my life. They glorify the things I do and it's wrong, even if I do this all for the right reasons it makes it look good when it's not." You stared up at him as you walked towards the doors, lost in your own world as if the rest of the world melted away as you stared into his eyes. But he kept his head forward trying to focus on not falling over.

The evening was going admirably. You were in the middle of a huge event hall in the hotel, the walls were all white with marble columns to keep up the extremely high ceilings. The boys and you were all at the second-floor bar that looked down over at the rest of the party,

"Y/n?" You turned, to see a man around 6'0 smiling at you and coming over to you. You were standing at the bar while Chan went to stand beside someone and talk. The man was wearing a black suit with a blue tie on, you'd never seen him before so you had no idea how he knew your name. Jisung was supposed to be watching you but he was on his phone, you didn't blame him though it must have been boring watching someone all night.

"Hello." You greeted coldly, looking to try and get Jisung's attention but it wasn't going to work. Changbin was nowhere to be seen and Hyunjin was in the bathroom. You were starting to panic when the man reached for your hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing it gently, looking at the ring on your finger but he didn't care about it.

"May I have a dance? I'm Clarke."

"No, I don't think my fiancé would like that." You were trying to come up with some excuse to get away from him, but Chan's back was to you as he spoke to someone about a donation he was making to them. You didn't know how to get him to turn around without screaming his name, and causing a scene not something you wanted to do in such a nice place.

"I'm sure he won't mind one dance." He pulled you over towards the staircase that led down to the bottom floor. Your heart began to pound, if the boys looked up to see you missing it would be bad news for you, but if Chan looked and saw you with another man it would be bad news for him.

"My fiancé really wouldn't like this, he's-"

"He's an idiot by letting you stand alone and giving you such a cheap-looking metal ring." His hand landed on your waist. Your eyes locked onto the back of Chan's head, hoping that somehow he would feel the stare and turn around.

"Please let me go." You begged him, but his hand slipped down to your waist while his other grabbed onto your ass squeezing it softly. He trailed his hand to your thigh so you slapped him across the face, the room was so packed no one noticed. So you began rushing over to Jisung, he was the closest one to you and the nicest one out of them all. Your hand gripped onto his bicep as you pleaded for him to help you,

"Help." You whispered, he looked at your panicked face and then saw a man coming over to you holding his face with a red mark across his cheek.

"You slapped him?" You nodded, explaining that he started touching you and you had to get away.

"You little whore, dressing like this and expecting not to be touched?!" You whimpered, as the man began storming towards you. Jisung took control of the situation quickly,

"Chan!" Chan turned around and saw the worried look on your face and then the man. He was livid, he stormed to your sight and took your face in his hands turning it side to side to look at you. The man stopped as he realised it was Chan that you were with and not someone else, he began begging for them not to hurt him but Changbin grabbed onto his arms.

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" You shook your head and Chan turned around to punch the man who'd grabbed you the way he did,

"Changbin, take him back to the house and put him up in the basement I'm not through with him." He ran his hands through his black hair. You noticed curls starting to form as he pulled it from the styling gel, you never knew he had curly hair. It was something you were trying to focus on to keep you calm.

"You sure you're okay? Did he hurt you at all?"

"No, I'm fine. He just grabbed my ass and my-" He went to follow Changbin out of the hotel, wanting to kill him for even thinking about touching you. You grabbed onto his hand,

"Don't leave me please." You urged him and he stared down at your hand on his wrist. He felt his heart begin to pick up and he nodded at you, even if he did feel like it was his fault for leaving you alone when he promised he wouldn't.

"Fine. Let's go and have a drink." You followed him towards the bar and ordered a scotch, he did the same and looked at you. He could tell that the fact that the man touching you was bothering you. You were scared, having someone touch you like that in such a public place, you had no idea what could have happened if he'd gotten you down the stairs.

"You promised to watch me, you promised. What if that was Namjoon that got hold of me?" He shook his head at you. He cupped your cheek in his hands running his thumb over your skin trying to calm you down.

"I took my eyes away for two seconds, it's not my fault you're so beautiful that everyone wants you. I promise he'll get what's coming to him. No one will hurt you or touch you." You realised what he meant by that and you stared at him,

"You're going to kill him..." It was a statement rather than a question, about what he was or wasn't going to do. But he heard your voice crack and he stared at you wanting to search for any signs that you didn't want him to, but all he could see was the sign of you being okay with it.

"Yes." He answered blandly, but he didn't care, no scumbag should get away with touching people that clearly asked him to stop.

"Good. Make him pay for it." He liked this side of you, you had no idea where it was coming from but you wanted the man to pay for what he'd done to you. It always happened in the bar you used to work in, sleazy men would touch whoever they wanted and get away with it and you were sick of it. It was about time that somebody took care of it.

"I'll make sure he does." He promised, kissing your cheek and then looking around for the time,

"We have time for a dance before the auctioning starts." He took your hand, you downed the drink of scotch, following him to the staircase to head down for a dance together.

Both of you lost in your world as Namjoon watched from across the room, he asked his right-hand man for the information they had gathered on you. It was strange how you'd seemingly come from nowhere and were now being announced as Chan's fiancé. They told him about your family history, your grandmother using his money and dying leaving bills unpaid. He smirked watching you being waltzed around by Chan, he had a plan now. Chan's hand was placed on your waist, while his other hand held onto yours, slowly leading you along the floor swaying back and forth with you.

"You look great tonight, by the way, I don't know if I mentioned that." You laughed at Chan and nodded at him, even though you didn't believe what he was saying.

"You didn't have to, the boys did it for you. Apparently, I'm 'whoa'." He chuckled and nodded in agreement with them.

"They're right. You look gorgeous." You could feel your cheeks heating up as he complimented you,

"Dip." He said, you stared up at him as he dipped you down and smiled at you. A camera flash went off capturing the happy moment making you both momentarily blind.

"Look at the happy couple." You both stood up to see Namjoon staring at you,

"Y/n Y/l/n, and Bang Chan...surprising couple." You cleared your throat and Chan wrapped his arm around your waist, he knew Namjoon would have gotten to know everything about you by now.

"Can I see the ring?" You didn't have a chance to decline, Namjoon just took your hand in his and stared down at the small silver band around your finger.

"Huh. Seems simple for someone like Chan to give you." Chan didn't have time to say anything,

"I asked for something simple, inexpensive to prove how much I wanted Chan for Chan and not who he was and his money." Namjoon nodded along and looked at Chan.

"May I dance with her?" Chan stepped aside willingly, not wanting to disobey Namjoon and cause a scene. He watched as Namjoon began to dance with you in the same way Chan had been doing before.

"I know he took you against your will, do you want to get out of here?" You stared up at Namjoon as he stared off behind you, trying not to make it look obvious about what he was talking about.

"He didn't take me against my will, I went with him. I love him." You seemed so convincing you almost believed yourself, Namjoon stared down at you shocked that the words had even left your mouth.

"Love him? My dear, that almost sounded convincing to me. You barely know the man, you've been with him less than a week." He kissed your forehead and brought you into a hug,

"You better watch out my love, as soon as he turns his back, you're mine just like his ex. I'll assume he told you the horror story but be warned, I will kill you just like I did to her...Paint his living room a nice shade of red again." He left you alone and you stood staring at the back of his head, Chan frowned coming over to you.

"What's wrong? Did he hurt you? Say something?" You turned to look up at Chan and he stared down at you, you looked terrified, more terrified than the night he'd killed Mrs Lu.

"H-He said I have to watch out before you turn your back and I end up just like your ex." Chan's hand on your hip tightened and you whimpered moving away from his grasp.

"What does that mean? What happened?" He looked around and shouted Seungmin and Jeongin over. It gave him the confirmation he'd been using you for, but now his blood ran cold at the thought of Namjoon threatening you. It wasn't just Chan using you for information anymore, he liked you a lot and now you were in real danger

"Give them the money, bid on the weekend away, I need to take her home. Namjoon threatened her." His hands were on your arm and he was rushing you out of the hall and towards the exit of the building,

"Smile and look happy, if Namjoon knows he's scared you he wins." You nodded and started smiling up at him, he took your hand in his and sighed.

"Come here," He bent down to pick you up bridal style and you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and staring into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" You asked, looking into his eyes and nowhere else as the cameras flashed at you both running to the car.

"You move too slowly in those heels. I have to get you home where I can keep you safe." He sat you in the car and told Felix to drive fast and not stop for anything.

"What happened with your ex...Is he going to get me?" You panicked and he linked your hand in his.

"I'll tell you everything, I promise, but right now you need to get home and get you safe. I'm not going to let you die okay." He kissed your cheek and you laid your head on his shoulder, staring at the back of Felix's head as you drove to the house.

"You'll be fine here, no one can get in here, it's all secure," Chan said as he stood in your door, you were laid in the bed dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. You hadn't stopped shaking since the moment you left the hotel and he still hadn't told you what happened with his ex. Just that she was dead and it was Namjoon's fault. You were more scared of Namjoon than you ever had been of Chan,

"Get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning. Seungmin is right outside if you need him." You nodded at him and he turned to leave the room without another word.

"Goodnight." You called out and he nodded at you, saying it back before leaving the room quietly, shutting the door behind him.

You laid there for an hour while you listened to the wind and rain outside, the thunder started and you wanted to cry. Thunderstorms used to make you calm but tonight it seemed to make everything scarier, like in a horror movie. Every sound made you think it was someone trying to break into the mansion, specifically your bedroom. You got out of the bed and snuck out of the door, Seungmin was asleep so you could sneak out of the door without being heard. You tapped on the bedroom door belonging to Chan but there was no response, you were about to turn back when thunder clapped so loudly you jumped. Rushing into the room the door banged, he jumped up and pointed a gun at you thinking you were an intruder,

"Chan!" You held up your hands to make him see that you were free of any weapon, and that you weren't going to hurt him, but you let out a whimper as he kept it tracked on you,

"I'm sorry." You whispered, turning to stare at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some shorts, he shook his head and stared at you, panicked that something was wrong.

"I'm sorry! Did you hear something?" He questioned you, he got up from the bed to get closer to you.

"No, no." You whispered, shaking your head and looking around his room, it was the one room you hadn't been in yet.

"Do you want me to put the gun away?" You nodded frantically, slowly lowering your hands down now that he knew who it was in his bedroom this late at night.

"Yes please." He took the gun and put it away in the drawer beside his bed and cleared his throat, rubbing the back of your head as you got closer to him.

"What's wrong?" He sat down on the bed and you walked into the room sitting down beside him.

"I'm scared, he said he'd kill me, Chan." You admitted and he sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and drawing you closer to him,

"What if he gets me?"

"I won't let it happen. I won't let him anywhere near you, you're mine and I'm going to protect you." He repeated, pulling you to lay down on the bed with him. He spooned you and began tracing patterns into your skin as a way of trying to calm you down. You let the 'you're mine' comment pass, it felt nice for him to say that to you right now, it was something you needed to hear.

"I promise." He kissed your shoulder blade and you closed your eyes, feeling safe and protected around him enough to fall asleep for the first time all night.

"Get some sleep. I promise to protect you." He kissed your shoulder again and you hummed, shuffling back towards him wanting him to hold you closer. But you turned around to face him instead, deciding now would be a good time to question him since you weren't tired.

"Aren't you scared of him?" He shook his head and ran his hand over your cheek, tracing his thumb along your skin as he stared into your eyes. He had to be strong to you even if it meant telling you he wasn't scared when he was.

"He holds no power over me, I don't care about him but if he comes anywhere near you-" Your hand on his cheek calmed him down, you could see him growing more and more agitated, but he was shocked that you'd touched him like this. All the other times you seemed to move away but you were willing, getting close to him and touching him willingly.

"Thank you for protecting me, not just with Namjoon but with that guy at the party." He nodded, the guy had been locked in the basement the moment the boys got him home and Chan was planning on dealing with him in the morning.

"Anything for you." You looked at him, your eyes glancing from his to his lips trying to fight back the feeling of wanting to kiss him but it was hard. You close your eyes and leant in and he leant down pressing his lips against yours. As soon as he kissed you the world fell away, it was all slow and soft something you'd never thought would happen to you, it felt like it was something from the books you'd read as a teenager. It was comforting and his hand fell away from your face and to your hip, dragging your body closer to him so there was no space between you any more. You could feel his heart beating against your chest as he brought you closer, pulling away and running his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Do it again," You begged him to kiss you one more time, your mind blank as your heart took over your actions. He pressed his lips against yours, the world falling away in an instant, but this time the kiss was hot and full of passion. His tongue ran along the seam of your lips and you parted them for him wanting nothing more than to make out with him all night. The kiss was sloppy and you could taste the scotch you'd both been drinking that night. You wrapped your arm around his neck and he chuckled, pulling away from you not wanting to take things too far too soon.

"Enough for one night," He placed a gentle kiss on your lips again to satisfy you and you shifted on the bed, laying your head on his chest to fall asleep while listening to his heartbeat. He laid on his back looking at the ceiling while he listened to your breathing trying to make it the focus of his thoughts. As long as you were still breathing he had something to fight for, something to stop him going after Namjoon right away and coming up with some kind of plan. For you it felt safe right next to him, it was strange and didn't make sense in your head but your heart was telling you it felt right to be there with him no matter what he'd done. The kiss had been too good for you to ignore the chemistry between you both. He kissed the top of your head as your eyes got too heavy to keep them open any longer, and you stopped fighting to keep them open, drifting away into the best night's sleep you or Chan had ever had in the longest time.

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Keep You Safe

Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst and post, some description of physical injury, just a little fluffiness.

Word Count: 1,300

A/N: I wrote this fic for my dear friend, @emmienovak​, in hopes of inspiring her to write some of her own marvelous ideas. I love you, darling. And Cas loves you too!

My Full Master List

You turned your head to the bunker door as it creaked open. A khaki-clad figure emerged from the doorway and leaned over the railing, taking inventory of its audience. Your eyes locked on the unwanted presence.

Castiel.

“Oh, great. He’s back,” you muttered to Dean, who sat beside you. “Don’t bother coming down the stairs. You can just fucking leave,” you spat before turning away and marching towards the library.

“Oh, here we go. Y/N!” Dean hollered from his seat before shooting up and following you. “Y/N, please don’t start this!” Dean caught up to you, placing a soft hand on your shoulder. But, as you spun to meet his gaze, you flipped his hand from your body and scowled.

“Don’t insert yourself into someone else’s business. I’m not talking to him!” Your face contorted as you glared up at your friend. “I haven’t seen Cas in weeks! He didn’t tell me he was leaving, where he was going, or even let me know that he was alive! Three weeks, Dean! Yes, he’s free to come and go as he pleases, but part of being in a relationship is communicating. If he can’t at least let me know he’s safe so I can sleep at night, then that isn’t much of a relationship, is it?” Your lip snarled before you turn back around, expecting Dean to stop you again. But, he didn’t dare, so you continued your journey back to your bedroom.

As you made your way to the back hall, heavy footsteps followed behind you. They weren’t the oddly light steps of Dean, or the long strides of his younger brother. No, these were the footsteps of someone with a purpose.

And only one person, or being, in your life walked with such a stride.

“Cas, please leave,” you begged, stopping but not turning to face him. You could feel his electric gaze on the back of your head, causing your breath to hitch.

“Y/N, please—”

“No!” You finally turned, meeting your former lover face to face. His lower lip was cracked and bloodied, his eye was blackened, and his collared shirt was torn in several places. But, he was otherwise intact.

That would have been nice to know…

“Cas, you left without telling me, then didn’t even reach out to tell me you were okay! You aren’t an all-powerful angel anymore! Not since the fall. There is a bounty on your head, on all of our heads, and we all need to be careful.” You huffed out a frustrated breath. “But, no. You went out to try to save the day, which never ends well. And now you want me to act like nothing happened?!” You let out another long sigh and turned from him, fighting back your anger. You were frustrated, worried, and quite honestly felt betrayed by the one person you thought would always be there with you.

“Y/N, I couldn’t risk you getting involved—”

“I’m not made of glass, Castiel!” You only ever called him by his full name when you were really angry. You watched his jaw clench.

“I know you aren’t but you are so precious to me. And, well, the other angels know that. So, that puts you directly in the line of danger. I have to keep myself between them and you, to keep you safe. If something happened to you because of me… I…” Cas closed his eyes. Was he crying? You took a step back, as if something had just socked you in the stomach.

“You could have said something,” you whispered under your breath.

“No, I couldn’t have! You would have come looking for me, and that would have defeated the purpose.” Cas glared at you through tear-soaked eyelashes. “You’re mad at me for trying to protect you.”

“Cas, I would have understood if you at least told me what was happening. I’m not going to go chasing after you if I know I’d be in danger. But, when you don’t tell me what’s happening, I have no choice to go looking for answers.” Your eyes met again. But, this time, you felt your heart soften a little. You now knew he wasn’t doing this to hurt you, or to escape you. For once, Dean was right.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t get very far. You could have been killed.” Cas took a step forwards, his features lightening.

You took another step back, then reached for the bottom of your sleeve.

“Well, apparently I got far enough.” You lifted your sleeve to reveal a healing gash across your forearm. The wound was deep, and still burned like hell. Something about an angel blade burned more than a regular knife.

Damn angels.

“Y/N,” Cas gasped. He reached forward and, before you could move away, took your hand in his. His touch was warm, making your skin tingle ever so slightly.

“Don’t touch it,” you pleaded, trying to move away. But, Cas didn’t listen. Instead, he held his hand over your wound and closed his eyes. A light blue light enveloped the scar, making it burn even more, before erasing any remnants of injury from your flesh.

“I’m sorry,” Cas confessed. “I should have told you that my brothers and sisters were actively searching for me, and they are, well, relentless when given a task.” His icy gaze sent a shock through you.

“They’re angels.” You tilted your head as you pulled down your sleeve. “They follow orders.” Cas nodded, then leaned back a little.

“Y/N, forgive me. I was trying to protect you. They want to take all that I hold dear, everything I love most. And they would most definitely start with your death.” The words, although you knew the truth, chilled you to the bone.

“I know, Cas. I just, I felt abandoned. I realize you didn’t mean for that to happen, but it still hurt. I didn’t know where you were, or if you were even alive—” Now it was your turn to fight back tears. You loved Cas with all of your heart, even though you hadn’t ever verbally said it to him. He was an angel, and he just knew. And he obviously loved you just as much. That’s why he did this.

Fuck, how could you be so selfish? You shook your head. No. Your feelings were valid. He did leave without telling you. But, what he felt was valid too. He was doing what he thought would keep you safe. And, even though you were still mad, you understood is reasoning. Well, for the most part.

Cas’s hand cupped your jaw. He leaned in just a little, pulling you closer with his shaky grasp. The emotion hanging in the air was just too intense, and you finally let the tears break free.

“Cas,” your voice shook. The moment you got the words out, Cas slammed his lips against yours. His warm, chapped flesh moved with yours while his free arm yanked you against his firm chest.

Cas devoured you as he pulled you impossibly close, like he was keeping you from falling off the edge of a cliff. And your arms around his neck held that same grip. The scruff on his chin burned ever so lightly on your skin, and you never wanted it to stop. He was here, tangible, safe. And that was all you wanted.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly pulled away, leaving you gasping. His eyes locked on yours as he smiled down at you.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, never loosening your grip ever so slightly. “Just, don’t do that again. We do this together.” Cas simply nodded, then leaned in again. This time, he had no intention of letting you go for a long time. And, honestly, you didn’t want him to.

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[winchester-fantasies]

Thank God for Sexual Frustration

Summary: Dean offers to help you out when you’re going through a dry spell. No friends with benefits, simply a one time deal. But will you both be able to stop once you start?

Word Count: 4398

Warnings: smut, fingering, dry humping, steaminess in the Impala, bit of dirty talk, fluff, tiniest bit of angst, swearing

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You huffed as you tried, unsuccessfully, to get comfortable in the back seat of the Impala. You were on your phone, checking up on social media, scouring the national news for new cases, and even reading interesting, but pointless, articles on why red light isn’t used to illuminate streets. But nothing could distract you from the aching need between your thighs. 

You huffed again in frustration, throwing your phone onto the seat beside you, the device bouncing off the leather and dropping somewhere on the floorboards. You glanced out the window, watching as mile after mile of flat land and cornfields flew past. You and the boys were passing through Iowa, windmills and the occasional cow being your only companion.

You’d been in Wisconsin, hunting a pack of werewolves. It had been a successful one so you and the boys decided to go to a local bar to celebrate and cut loose a little before heading back to the bunker. Of course Sam and Dean had had no trouble finding women to take home; one flash of Dean’s pearly whites or peek of Sam’s dimples and any woman within a twenty mile radius was theirs. Or at least it seemed that way. 

You? Well, you weren’t exactly what most people would call gorgeous. Pretty, yes. But compared to the Winchesters? You weren’t anything special. 

There were plenty of men at the bar, but none that caught your eye and apparently none that took interest in you either as no one approached you, even just to make light, friendly conversation. So instead of finding a guy to take back to the motel, you’d just drunk a few beers, played a couple of games of pool with a group of cocky fuckboys, and left early to crash into the back of Baby while the boys lived it up. 

Needless to say, you were beyond horny and sexually frustrated. You needed a release and fast.

“You okay, sweetheart?” You jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, and you turned to find him looking at you questioningly in the rear view mirror.

“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly. “When’re we stopping?”

Dean glanced at his watch. “Not for another five, six hours.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes as you shifted your weight, grinding down lightly against the seat, desperate for some kind of friction.

“Why?” Dean asked. “You gotta pee or something?”

“No,” you growled. 

“Then what’s the matter? You’ve been grumpy since we left Wisconsin,” Dean said.

“Nothing,” you said. “Just keep driving. I’ll be fine.”

Dean gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press the issue further, much to your relief. You turned to stare out the window once more, your interest piqued and your mind diverted from your predicament by the thunderheads building in the west, a low rumble of thunder and a quick flash of lightning streaking across the sky. But the next second you were reminded of your almost unbearable need as Dean drove over a bump in the road, jarring you in your seat and causing the seam of your jeans to catch deliciously on your clit. You clenched your thighs together, but you couldn’t help the quiet moan that left your lips. 

Dean apparently heard it, too, because his eyes were back on you when you glanced at the rear view mirror. “What was that?” he asked, suspicion lacing his words.

“Nothing,” you said offhandedly, hoping he’d drop the subject. Unfortunately he didn’t.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” he asked. “Kinda sounded like a...moan. The guy you take home last night show you that good of a time?” he added brazenly with a cocky smirk, causing your cheeks to redden.

“For your information, there was no guy,” you stated, crossing your arms and quickly glancing at the still sleeping Sam in the passenger’s seat. You didn’t really want to have another audience member listening to your sexual woes.

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, really,” you snapped. “What’s it to you anyway?”

“Just surprised is all,” Dean said defensively. “With a girl like you in a bar filled with half-drunk guys looking for a good time…?”

“Yeah, well some of us don’t have the privilege of being sex on legs,” you said sarcastically, indicating him and his brother.

Dean chuckled, his crow’s feet becoming more prominent. “Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” Dean said lightheartedly. He paused for a moment, his jaw clenching and his gaze focused hard on the road, deep in thought. When he finally glanced back at you, his eyes were steely and filled with something you couldn’t quite read.

“I could help you out,” he said nonchalantly.

“What?” you asked with a frown of confusion. “What do you mean?”

Dean sighed, his eyes returning to the road again as large drops of rain began to pelt the windshield. “Look, it’s pretty obvious you’re sexually frustrated,” Dean said. “I could help you with that…. If you want to of course,” Dean added.

You bit the inside of your cheek thoughtfully as you watched another flash of lightning light up the increasingly darkening sky. You had to admit the thought of having Dean between your thighs, or at the very least his fingers, was more than a little enticing. 

“And it doesn’t have to be any of this “friends with benefits” shit,” Dean said when you didn’t immediately answer. “Just a one time deal.”

“Okay,” you said, your voice level.

Dean’s gaze shot up to meet yours in the rear view mirror again, his eyes betraying his shock, almost as if he had expected you to say no. And if it had been any other day, you probably would have declined. But right now your pussy was aching for the touch of a man.

“O...okay,” Dean repeated, almost hesitantly. “Lie back and unbutton your jeans.”

Your eyes widened in shock and for a moment you thought you’d misheard him. “I’m sorry?”

“I said,” Dean said gruffly, his green eyes looking darker than normal. “Lie back. And unbutton your jeans.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks at his request and you licked your lips nervously as your eyes shot to Sam who was still passed out. Dean was joking right? 

Another glance in the rear view mirror told you he wasn’t. Not if the determined and lustful look in his eyes was any indication. “Dean…” you whispered imploringly. “Sam,” you hissed, jerking your head in his brother’s direction.

Dean smirked lewdly at you, and you couldn’t help the rush of arousal that washed over you. “Just trust me, sweetheart,” he said.

You swallowed hard and cast one more glance at Sam before doing as Dean told you. You laid back on the leather, the hum of the Impala loud in your ear from this position. Next you unbuttoned your jeans with trembling fingers. “Okay, now what?” you asked.

The back of Dean’s head was just visible over the front seat, and you watched as he turned, his tongue running over his bottom lip when he saw you sprawled out as he had requested. “Now you let me take care of you,” Dean said, his voice low and filled with desire.

You shuddered as you nodded slowly. Dean’s arm came over the top of the front seat and settled on your lower abdomen, his fingers brushing over your already heated skin as he sought to help you relax.

“You good?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look back at you. 

“Y...yeah,” you breathed out.

“Just try to relax, okay?” Dean said. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

Dean massaged your abdomen and thighs a bit longer before his fingers traveled up and settled at the top of your waistband. You tensed, but reminded yourself to breathe as his hand slid past your jeans and into your panties. 

You spread your thighs wider, one foot coming to rest on the floorboard as his hand moved lower, his rough and calloused fingers finding your swollen clit. 

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re more than ready for me, aren’t you babygirl?” Dean asked, running his fingers through your wet folds. 

“Mhm,” you mewled, biting your lip, your eyes still tightly shut.

“Just remember to relax,” Dean said again.

You gasped lightly as his fingers found precedence on your clit once more, rubbing small, languid circles over the bundle of nerves. “That feel good?” he asked, his voice low and smooth like honey.

“Yeah,” you moaned quietly. “Feels so good.”

“Good,” he growled. After a few more strokes, he slowly trailed his fingers lower, gently inserting his middle digit into your soaked pussy. You whimpered at the feeling of finally having at least some part of a man inside you. You rocked your hips with his movements, the palm of his hand pressing into your clit with each movement. 

“Dean,” you moaned, your hand coming to rest on his wrist as he continued pumping his finger in and out of you. He glanced behind him, watching his hand undulate inside your pants before moving his eyes to your face, craning his neck to see the moment you came undone.

Blood was pumping in your ears, your breath was becoming shallow, and that familiar tightening in your lower abdomen was growing. You were close. So, so close. 

Sam suddenly sat up straight, looking around wildly. Dean jerked his hand from your jeans while you quickly rolled over, facing the back of the seat. You held your breath, praying Sam wouldn’t be able to tell that he’d just interrupted his older brother fingering his best friend in the back seat while Dean drove.

“You okay, man?” Dean asked, and you could’ve sworn his voice sounded a little strained.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said, sniffing and shifting in his seat as he sat up straighter. “Just had a bad dream…. Where are we?”

“Just outside of Iowa,” Dean said, his voice sounding normal again.

There was a pause before Sam spoke again. “She finally fall asleep?” he asked quietly.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean commented. “I think so.”

“Mm, good,” Sam said. “She’s been having a rough time of it.”

“Yeah,” Dean said simply before silence pervaded the Impala once more.

**********

You were jerked awake by the sound of a door slamming. You shot up in your seat, your heart in your throat.

“Easy,” Dean said, a chuckle in his voice. 

You took a deep breath before leaning forward, resting your elbows on the top of the front seat and rubbed your eyes. “What’re we doing?” you yawned, looking over at the building a few yards away from where Dean had parked the Impala.

“Sam needed to take a piss. Said he was hungry,” Dean said. 

“Oh,” you said, watching a few people enter the convenience store. 

“You never did finish,” Dean said suddenly, his voice even and calm like he was just shooting the breeze.

“What?” you asked, turning your gaze away from the store and back to him.

His met yours, and you swallowed at the salacious gleam in their mossy depths. “You didn’t cum,” he said bluntly.

“Oh, I, uh,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks redden. “I, uh, no. No, I didn’t,” you finally got out.

Dean searched your face for a moment before speaking again. “You could finish now.”

Your eyes widened and it was your turn to search his face, looking for any indication that he was joking. Your stomach clenched when you realized he was dead serious. “Wh...what about, Sam?” you asked, glancing towards the store just as a man exited.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said, his cocky tone drawing your eyes back to his smirking face. “I can have you cumming faster than you can say please.” 

You swallowed hard, feeling your body warm at the thought of him bringing you to orgasm. You bit the inside of your cheek, weighing the options. You could wait till you stopped for the night before heading to a bar and just hoping you’d get lucky. And those chances were pretty damn slim. You were still beyond sexually frustrated at having been interrupted right when you were on that glorious precipice of release, and you’d woken up just as horny as when you’d drifted off. Dean was offering you something you craved and desperately needed. 

“Okay,” you conceded for the second time that day.

Dean’s face broke out into a wide and cocky grin. “Get up here,” he said, his voice deep and demanding. You wasted no time in fulfilling his request, agilely climbing over the seat. Almost as soon as you were in the front seat Dean was reaching for you, drawing you to him and helping you straddle his thighs.

You tensed at the unexpected feeling of his erection pressing into your core. Dean must have seen your surprise because he chuckled, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Been so fucking hard since earlier,” he said, his admission turning you on even more. “God, you’re so fucking hot. All those moans and sighs. They’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Dean,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his.

He groaned and a shuddering gasp left both your mouths at the friction. You did it again, this time firmer and with purpose. Dean’s head fell back against the seat, his eyes falling shut as he opened his mouth in pleasure. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he breathed. “Don’t stop.”

You rolled your hips again, finding a steady pace. Dean’s hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as you slid over him. You snaked your arms around his neck, playing with the soft hairs at the base of his skull. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, his erection pressing into your clit deliciously. Dean’s hands wound their way around your waist, his palms lying flat on the small of your back, helping to guide your movements and pull you down harder onto him. Wetness was beginning to pool in your panties in earnest, leaking out the front of your jeans and leaving a dark stain on Dean’s. 

Your body was on fire, sweat dotting your upper lip, a few rivulets running down Dean’s face. You moaned, leaning your head back to give him easier access as he kissed and sucked at your neck and shoulder. Dean shifted slightly, pushing up into you with such force you grunted. You could tell he was close, his breathing labored and thrusts sloppy.

“(Y/N),” Dean groaned quietly. You leaned down, pressing you lips forcefully onto his, his tongue finding yours a few moments later. It was all hands, teeth, and heavy breathing as you both chased after your releases. 

“Cum for me, Dean,” you murmured in his ear when you felt yourself right on the edge. He groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he thrust against you hard, both your paces turning feverish. 

And just like that, the coil snapped. You were writhing as you came, your muscles contracting uncontrollably, Dean’s name falling from your lips like a whispered prayer. 

Dean came seconds after, his face contorted in pleasure and his lips parted as he gasped out your name. He rolled his hips lazily against you once more before he stilled. 

You were both panting, your arms still wrapped around one another, your head resting on his broad shoulder, sweat starting to seep through your clothing. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t just cum the hardest you could ever remember. 

“That...that was amazing,” Dean said. You leaned back, smirking as you met his gaze. His hands traveled up your sides and he was about to say something else when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye, spying Sam coming out of the convenience store. 

“Shit!” you hissed, hurriedly climbing off of Dean. “Sam’s coming!”

Dean’s eyes widened and you were just about to climb into the back again when you glanced down to his pants, a feeling of dread washing over you. “Dean,” you clipped, your horrified look drawing his gaze to his crotch where the material was completely and utterly soaked through. “What’re we gonna do?” you asked, panic lacing your words.

“Sweetheart, calm down,” Dean said, putting his hand on your arm reassuringly. “I got this.” He quickly shrugged off his flannel, throwing it over his lap. You sent him a skeptical look as you climbed into the back, settling down in your seat just as Sam opened the passenger’s side door. 

You expected him to say something about the flannel on Dean’s lap as he climbed in, but instead he surprised you by wrinkling his nose in disgust. “What the fuck?” he grumbled. “What did y’all do in here? Run a marathon? It reeks like fucking sweat!”

You felt your cheeks turn scarlet as you caught Dean’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Uh, sorry, man,” Dean said nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, whatever,” Sam said dismissively. “Just roll down a fucking window.”

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Your eyes scanned the crowd of dancers as they whirled around the dance floor. Finery and flashing jewels caught your eye at every turn, and you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place even though this was a case. You and the boys were currently hunting what you thought was a shapeshifter posing as one of the wealthy people in the room in order to rob the entire place. You and the Winchesters were dressed to the hilt, and although at first it had been nice to dress up, you couldn’t wait to get back to the motel and into your tank top and pajama shorts.

You glanced towards the back of the ballroom, your eyes finally settling on Dean. He jerked his head to the side, indicating he had found something. You nodded slightly before making your way over to him, hugging the walls.  

It had been nearly a month since your incident with Dean in the Impala. Neither of you had talked about it. It was a one-and-done after all. But you couldn’t help but think about it. It was impossible not to. You remembered everything, from the way he felt underneath you to his groans, pants, and gasps. 

You finally made it to the other side of the room, finding Dean standing near the hallway. He motioned for you to follow him, you hurrying to keep up. You were about halfway down the corridor when Dean suddenly turned, grabbing your bicep, and hauling you into a secluded room. It was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the streetlight outside the window.

“What are we doing?” you hissed, feeling for the knife at your calf. 

You were caught off guard when you felt Dean’s hands fall to your hips and spin you around, your back hitting the wall with a dull thud. 

“Dean!” you gasped as he closed the small distance between you, his body pressing firmly into yours. “Wh...what’s going on?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he growled, his lips ghosting along your jaw. “The way you felt. The sounds you made. Fuck, you don’t know how many times I’ve gotten myself off to them.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that fell from your mouth as he lightly rutted against you, his half-hard cock pressing into your hip. “De...Dean,” you stuttered, trying to think past the arousal coursing through your veins. “Wh...what about the shifter?”

“Already took care of ‘im,” Dean muttered, kissing and nipping down your neck. “Sam’s following up on a few things with the owner.”

You felt yourself relax a bit at his revelation, and you closed your eyes, throwing your arms over his shoulders and holding him close as he continued his ministrations. 

“The way you fall apart,” Dean groaned, his breath coming out in fast, hard little spurts. “Goddammit, sweetheart, I gotta see it again.”

“Dean,” you mewled, all the pent up lust from the past month slowly starting to seep out. You wanted him so badly. You needed to see him unfurl almost as much as he did you. “Please.”

Your hungry plea was all Dean needed. He spun you back around, backing you into a sturdy mahogany desk roughly. You hiked your skirt up as fast as your fingers would allow, Dean’s fumbling with the waistband of your panties. He pushed them down, you deftly stepping out of them before he was on you again.

He hoisted you up quickly, placing you on the desk before kneeling down and throwing both your legs over his shoulders. Dean growled as the scent of your arousal permeated his senses, and his hand came up to your aching core, thick and calloused fingers running through your slick. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted. 

You nearly fell off the table, your hips jerking forward harshly, when his tongue teased your bundle of nerves. But he gripped your thighs, keeping you anchored to the table. He swiped his tongue through your folds once before he really began in earnest, lapping at your juices and sucking on your clit.

You couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through your body at the pleasure he was giving you, and your hands found his head, desperate to ground yourself even further. He suddenly changed his tactics, fucking you with his tongue while his nose nudged at your swollen bud, the scruff on his face leaving a stinging pleasure on your most sensitive parts.

You came not long after, your legs clenching around his head and your teeth sinking into your lower lip so hard you tasted blood. But you couldn’t hold down a wanton cry as your walls clenched around nothing, so tight it nearly hurt. 

Your whole body was trembling when your walls finally stopped fluttering. Dean gently disengaged your legs from around him, standing and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. “Fuck me, Dean,” you pleaded as you broke the kiss, your lips ghosting over his.

Dean’s breath hitched and without warning he stepped back, unbuckling and undoing his pants, pushing them and his boxers down in one go. His cock sprang free, bouncing off his stomach. Even in the low light of the room, you could see the tip, red and leaking pre-cum. You bit your lip at the sight.

Dean pumped himself a few times before he stepped back between your thighs, running his cock over your still sensitive core and coating himself in your slick before lining himself up with you. You both let out a groan as he pushed in, your walls stretching to accommodate his wide girth. 

“Fuck, baby,” Dean panted. “I knew you’d feel good. But goddamn….”

Dean leaned down and kissed you, gently pulling your lower lip between his teeth, and you clutched at his shoulders as he bottomed out, holding himself steady as he allowed you to adjust. After a few moments, he started moving, going slow at first and picking up the pace when you wrapped your legs around his waist.  

He gripped your ass as he pounded into you relentlessly, his cock filling you in a way you’d never experienced before. Dean rested his forehead against yours, your hot breath mingling together as your mouths hung open, lingering over one another but not touching.

“Mm,” Dean grunted, his thrusts faltering for a moment as you tightened around him. “Fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer…. Feels so good.”

“Dean…” you whimpered as he lifted your leg a little higher around his waist, his cock sliding over your sweet spot. 

He hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers expertly finding your oversensitive clit and swiping back and forth almost frantically, determined to make you cum before him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you began to feel your muscles tighten and just like that you came. You buried your face into his neck, your teeth sinking into the flesh as you tried to stifle the loud and lustful cry that ripped from your throat. 

Your orgasm triggered Dean’s, and he groaned deeply, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh of your thigh. He rocked into you sloppily, trying to ride out his orgasm for as long as he could, finally letting go with a quiet grunt of your name as he came deep within you.

He buried his face into your neck as you came down from your highs, only pulling out when you leaned back. You let out a soft whine as he slipped from your depths, already missing the fullness. 

He helped you slide off the desk, taking your face into his large hands and running his thumbs over your cheeks. “You okay?” he asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah,” you said, raising yourself up to kiss him. It was softer this time, and you couldn’t help the painful yearning of your heart as you realized this was probably the end of...whatever the fuck just happened between you and Dean.

Dean pulled away, but only slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a look of desire that wasn’t sexual. “I can’t do it,” he said, his hands sliding down your neck, over your shoulders and arms until finally coming to rest on your hips, one hand splayed out on the small of your back. 

You gave him a questioning look, running your hands up his arms reassuringly, encouraging him to continue when he looked away as if he were embarrassed. 

“I can’t walk away, (Y/N),” he finally admitted, meeting your gaze again. “I can’t just act like this was a quick fuck and that it didn’t mean anything. Because it sure as hell meant something to me. Ever since what happened outside the convenience store…. You’re all I’ve been able to think about. Fuck, (Y/N)! You’ve ruined every other woman for me.”

Your breath caught in your throat and all you found yourself capable of was staring up at him. Never once had you considered that he might have felt the things you’d felt growing over the past month. 

“I...I,” you stuttered, trying to form words past your surprise. “Dean.... I can’t walk away either.”

Dean’s face broke into a wide grin and he pulled you a little tighter against him. “Thank god for sexual frustration,” he said right before he crashed his lips to yours.

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Welcome to chapter nine! This one was meant to just be another filler with one of my own AU’s, but Tang just had to be introspective and have a moment of character growth. Hope you enjoy!

EDIT: This chapter has been edited to include some new info dropped on the same day I originally posted this! More info in the End Notes!

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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Nine: Rocks and Roles

Tang knows how to act. That doesn't mean he likes to play every part.

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Tang liked to think of himself as a decent actor, at least back in the original timeline. He had been part of the theater class in high school and telling stories required a bit of a dramatic flair if you wanted to keep your audience entertained. Convincing Pigsy he was a popular food critic hadn’t been too hard back then.

The many cycles he had been through had certainly helped polish his skill into a genuine talent. That one time where he and everyone else had been professional actors playing the roles of themselves from the original timeline as part of a show had especially allowed him to hone himself to a greater degree than before.

Being stuck jumping through time had practically made it a necessity.

It wasn’t that Tang enjoyed what was essentially lying to his family. It was more for their protection. He had almost broken the “No Interference” rule a few times when he hadn’t properly reacted to events that, while shocking or upsetting to his family, were simply part of his routine by now. He couldn’t allow the repetitive nature of the cycles to make him slip up and potentially cause more harm by being confronted by his lack of surprise or fear.

So he acted. He gasped at all the right moments or screamed in fear when in danger. Every laugh, every sigh of exasperation, every freak out over something related to Wukong was perfectly performed so as to not to raise suspicion. So long as the proper reaction occurred in response to the correct effect, everything went smoothly.

It wasn’t too hard or taxing as he never needed to fake his enjoyment of being around his family. Luckily for him, he also didn’t have to act exactly as he had been in the original timeline, or he may have gone insane from the monotony of it.

The cycles where his background was entirely rewritten were blessings in disguise, really. They were new. Fresh experiences for Tang to have and not have to work as hard to realistically react to.

He treated them like a method acting exercise. The new memories as part of Tang’s new backstory was the motivation for the ‘character’ he was playing. He didn’t have to fully adhere to them, but they certainly helped him play the role provided to him for the cycle.

He still disliked playing the villain however.

It happened a few times before already. The most notable had been when Zhu Bajie was in the role of Sun Wukong as MK’s mentor.

Tang shuddered at the memory of that timeline.

Saying that version of him had been unhinged was severely downplaying the many atrocities he had performed on both himself and others. Committing suicide to erase his name from the books of the dead, killing demons to absorb their lifeforce, and cutting open his own chest to manually insert the gem holding that lifeforce into himself for power were simply the tamer actions he had committed.

He supposed that heartbreak, jealousy, and internalized insecurities could drive even the most benign people to madness so long as they properly justified their actions to themselves.

It had been the first time in quite a while that Tang seriously considered intentionally breaking the interference rule and just running off to live in solitude for the entire cycle. Getting “redeemed” had been one of the most difficult things he had tried to pull off.

Tang dodged a swipe from the Monkey King’s staff as he was brought back into the present.

He was the villain once again this cycle. Luckily though, he was much less of a threat to his family this time around.

He was replacing Red Son as the demon child of Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan.

Tang, Son of the Earth.

He wasn’t the only one who was switched around. Pigsy, who went by Bajie, was a human who had become Wukong’s successor. MK was a boar demon who ran the noodle shop. Red Son was a scientist and engineer who frequented the restaurant.

It was almost an opposite reflection of the cycle he had just been musing about.

“You’ll have to do better than that, noodle boy,” Tang taunted as he swung his arms to pull chunks of stone from the ground, his hands and the Earth he controlled both glowing with a golden-yellow light.

He supposed that it made sense for him to have some sort of elemental power if he was this timeline’s Red Son. Earth fit as he had certainly mellowed out over the course of the cycles, becoming more focused and self assured. His original self would have most certainly been associated with air with how flighty he had been.

Tang made sure to keep his full concentration as he attacked Bajie. Earth may be the element of the sturdy, but it had the potential to be much more volatile than fire. It was easy to let loose and cause a catastrophic earthquake. It took precision to control smaller pieces of rock without causing too much collateral damage.

Bajie batted away the earthen projectiles with ease and rushed into an opening Tang had intentionally left. He had to do his best to not rely on the fighting skills he had from previous cycles and use only what his memories knew when playing a villain. Otherwise he’d easily beat the fledgling hero and that certainly would be treated as interfering.

Tang winced as the staff connected with his ribs and sent him flying. He coughed as he pulled himself up, holding his injured side as he glared at the now smirking Bajie.

“How’s that for better!”

“This isn’t over,” Tang cried out dramatically. He activated his powers, this time summoning a whirlwind of sand to teleport away.

Another scene as the villain successfully played out.

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Tang sat in his workshop, calculating the specific size of a rune circle he would need.

It seemed that similarly to how Red Son was a genius that incorporated magic into science, this version of Tang was one who incorporated science into magic. Not a big distinction, but important in how the process worked. It still took an impressive amount of knowledge on both subjects to work them together in the end.

Setting his pen down to take a break, Tang looked around as he stretched. He caught his reflection in a nearby piece of metal machinery he had been fiddling with and examined himself once again.

He didn’t look too different from his human self, his face remaining the same. His hair was now a dark brown with yellow highlights and his glasses were much smaller. The biggest difference were the bull horns sticking out of the side of his head.

He didn’t mind them too much, but having to give up any pull over shirt for button downs was a hassle.

Looking at his horns lead the demon scholar to think about his parents in this timeline.

Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan.

Tang frowned as he recalled the less than comforting welcome he had received after returning from his defeat. The disapproving dismissal from his father and scathing taunts from his mother had been demoralizing. It would have hurt more if he hadn't had the years of time jumping behind him.

If this was how Red Son was commonly treated, it was no wonder he worked hard in everything he did just to gain a scrap of approval and praise.

And yet he knew they loved each other. The moments he noticed didn’t happen often, but he could tell that his parents held some affection for him, and he obviously cared for them. He just didn’t understand why they acted so cruelly to one another.

Was it a demon thing? Were they afraid that by showing their love they were showing weakness?

That was certainly possible, but Tang disagreed with the sentiment. He had been through enough cycles to see that love made one stronger. It wasn’t the weakness their enemies thought it was.

Tang was already planning on becoming redeemed in this cycle. It hurt to think his parents would disown him, but what if that didn’t have to happen?

He thought about that one specific cycle and how he had become so twisted. All of it could have been avoided had his past self simply let go of his long held beliefs and went with Bajie.

Now he just had to make two powerful demons do just that.

Tang was an amazing actor.

He also had many years of watching the people around him and knew most of them almost better than they knew themselves.

His current parents were no exception.

He could see the potential for a loving and healthy family, buried just beneath the surface.

It would take some work, but he was sure he could unearth it and polish that potential until it shined.

With renewed energy, Tang pulled out a blank scroll and began planning.

He had a family to save.

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Welcome to what I’m calling the Noodle Swap AU! It is named that way because the only change is that the pairs that make up the two most popular noodle ships (SpicyNoodles and FreeNoodles) swap places!

Shout out to @winterpower98 for their amazing Actor AU and Dad Swap AU mentioned in this chapter! Go check them out!

Yes, yes, I know I’ve basically made Tang here Terra from Teen Titans. Most people would give him Air as an element, but 1) we already have an Air user in Princess Iron Fan and 2) Tang has changed quite a bit since the start of this Time Hopping experience, as he states himself in the chapter.

I do genuinely believe there’s a loving family hidden somewhere underneath all the cruelty the DBK crew throw at each other. It’s already been hinted that Red Son will get a redemption arc in the show, but I want one for his parents too.

That’s all for now! See you in the next chapter!

:IMPORTANT EDIT!!!!:

There's been a few paragraphs changed and added to include the new canon lore for Tang in the Dad Swap AU! Go check out @kitkat1003's absolutely ASTOUNDING work, When the Tide Pulls Away and the Earth Sharpens to Steel! It is INCREDIBLE and if it was finished, you'd absolutely know there would be an entire chapter dedicated to it here.