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mona-risms · 1 day ago

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mira x Reader where Reader is a civilian and Mira's friend before the Fame. (Reader knew about Mira being a demon hunters ) but to to a demon attack, Reader managed to survive from the attack but an accident happen causing reader to go to hospital in critical condition. A chance Losing Reader makes Mira realize her feelings and she doesn't want to lose Reader and visits Reader, wanting the first person Reader will see after surgery.

◆ MAIN COURSE: Mira x gn!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Hospitals, comas.

◆ NOTES: None? Tbf I didn't know how to take this, my bad gang I tried my best 😓💔

Through all the bs she's gone through as someone who's often been looked down upon as the 'black sheep'—a title she still held high to this day but also became lonely as a consequence—you were the only person who's been with her as a constant as the years went on. You never judged, you never told her to conform to any sort of expectations her family or anyone wanted to put on her, you never expected anything from her. You were just.. there, happy to be with her in any way, shape, and form. And she'll be damned if she ever fucking lost you

She doesn't hide things from you as long as you don't hide things from her, and she can tell if you are. But if not, then it's the most refreshing thing ever, and honestly you're the one she will EVER trust the most, even WITH HUNTR/X involved. Hell, even though Hunter training requires her to keep it a secret, she's like "alr I'll keep it a secret.......to everyone else but [Y/N] but Celine doesn't need to know that". Honestly you've most likely helped her even more BECAUSE you know, and she appreciates it so much. She doesn't know what she did to really deserve you but she wouldn't wanna trade you for anything either way

This carries on WAY into the fame as well!! You're basically Mira's number one fan and she agrees, but for the sake of your privacy and peace she doesn't really bring any spotlight on you—her being swarmed by people without a disguise in public is one thing bc she probably would have a security detail AND she can handle herself anyway bc of her training, but you being swarmed just for being associated w her is another. She's very protective of you and doesn't want you to feel bothered by anything :3

Whenever they all feel a ripple in the Honmoon, Mira's first move is to call you while they're on the way Every Time. She always calls you just to make sure that you're okay, and every time you don't answer she leaves a voicemail/text (depends on the type of person you are, bc I never listen to my voicemails personally) asking you to check in if you're okay. To you, this is just random lil bouts of wanting to talk to you, which :((( that's so cute of her :(((((( but to her she's gen trying to make sure you're okay

Zoey has like mini cuteness aggression every time and channels it into killing off the demons while Rumi's giggling and reassuring Mira that you'll be okay. Mira rolls her eyes but also goes like "she better be" bc why would she ever hide her concern for her best friend from her found family ok :(

She def won't be able to even tell she has any feelings at all at first fr. You've been best friends for so long that it's like. Why would you be anything BUT best friends? She doesn't really think about the possibility of becoming something more with you because....honestly she doesn't even need to. Though if you try to confess to her at some point she might pass it off as a joke and not get its partly bc lol you funny asf but also she likes what you two have rn 🤷‍♀️ why ruin it yk you're gonna spend forever w each other anyway

WELL. Until that Fateful Day 😜

The Honmoon ripples purple, and the trio stop their rehearsal bc oh shit another attack!! But before she even takes out her phone as they all start moving to the source, her phone rings—it's you, and you are fucking terrified because you know exactly what's in front of you on your end rn bc it's the exact thing Mira warned you of. Her blood grows cold, and the three of them hurry over to the source bc oh god oh fuck she has a very bad feeling about this

By the time they get there, you're trying to fend off these demons, probably with some other people, and they're even laughing at you before HUNTR/X rushes them. But at some point Mira gets occupied w fighting one demon already that she doesn't see the one charging at her side......so you run to intercept it, at the cost of getting REALLY hurt and your soul quite possible almodt sucked out before Mira kills it and HUNTR/X wipes the rest out. Seems like the demons have to siphon souls gradually rather than just taking it, so you're basically still safe but you're Also in a coma rn bc of critical condition (yes your injuries but also bc you just had a bit of your soul sucked away but it's not like they know that 😓)

It's around this time, when she visits as much as she can (she'd do it daily if she could but unfortunately she does have responsibilities ☹️), that she ends up reflecting on a lot of things. How she shiuld've been faster or more attentive, how you took a blow for her without hesitation, how she didn't really know how to function without you. Or, well, she did, but she feels so fucking Hollow without your presence, even when you're right in front of her on the hospital bed. She reflects if she could've done smth to change things, she reflects on whether she should've even told you about this whole Hunter thing at all, she reflects on if she really should've stayed friends w you or if she should've just spared you via pushing you away too

And then she realises that oh. Wait a minute. She like likes you. She couldn't tell, not like she even had the time to, but somewhere along the way when she considered you as someone who she couldn't ever part from without feeling like there's something missing, she had fallen for you. It just took too late to realise that :(

So she visits you as much as possible, the visitation log mostly being her with the exception of the other HUNTR/X members, your friends, relatives, whatever. But it's mostly her

Mira's hands were clasped tightly onto yours, gloves taken completely off to feel your skin, as tears ran down her face. Despite her whole 'tough-girl' thing, she was always sensitive to tears—something that you would've laughed about as you wiped her tears with your thumbs or your sleeve.. if you were responsive anyway.

"Wake up, idiot," the idol rasped out, her words muffled by the hospital sheets as she wept for who knows how many times it's been, "you've been asleep for a while and-- and we kicked Gwi-Ma's ass so.. so you don't need to keep sleeping anymore."

Mira had never really been childish, not even when she was a child. That was all taken away from her the moment her own family had judged her for being too blunt, too harsh, too unladylike to be anything but a problem. But when it came to you? Somehow it was as if that wasn't the case at all—here she was, pleading for you to come back for the 5th day now, and god knows how many times she's actually been like this in total.

Yet as she raised her head to look at you, you gave no answer, and your eyes stayed blissfully shut.

Mira felt her face crumple as another sob threatened to climb her throat before she swallowed it. Instead, she got up and leaved over so very carefully.. to press a soft kiss on your forehead—her lips were hot against your cold face, and she could recall the way that you had often spoke of her warm, 'cuddle-certified' body.

"I'll be here when you wake up, yeah? Always will be," Mira whispered as if the silence, only broken by the medical monitors, was fragile, "because you didn't leave me back then, so I won't leave you now.. or ever."

She slowly drew your hand to press a kiss on your digits before leaning her forehead on your knuckles, "Come home."

..There was the slightest twitch of your fingers, so brief yet so significant at the same time.

She'll keep waiting for you no matter what :(

And if you wake up from your condition? If she sees you wake up? The first three words you'll hear from her mouth isn't anything teasing or anything, no. It's something she should've said more, something you need to know, from the bottom of her heart

"I love you."

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dissociativewriter · 18 hours ago

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Congratulations for your followers. You deserve it, you write beautiful 🩷🩷 about the event. I would love to read an angst-non mc history with the song needy by Ariana Grande, thank you very much

hey lovely <3 thank you, you’re so sweet! i can definitely do this (half my requests are non mc angst, i think you people just love to hurt lol) so i hope you like this! you said in another ask that i could do either xavier or caleb, so i decided to do xavier since he doesn’t have his own drabble yet. i hope this is what you wanted! i think it’s angstier than the song so im sorry, its kinda rough lol

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The door clicked shut quietly.

Xavier’s footsteps through the apartment were nearly silent, yet heavy. He tossed his hunter’s watch, wallet, keys on the table, discarded his shoes by the door. He moved into the bedroom, dropping his phone onto the bed before collapsing face-first into his pillow.

His phone lit up from your missed calls and texts from 2 hours, 1 hour, 30 minutes, 15 minutes, 2 minutes ago. Another call came through, another text asking “Where are you? Are you okay? Do I need to come get you?” ignored.

Xavier didn’t make a move towards his phone.

The next day, you stopped by his apartment. “I’m sorry I missed all your texts,” he said softly. "I was busy with the mission and by the time I got home, I was so tired I forgot to respond."

"I was so worried," you whispered.

Xavier didn't look at you.

Instead, he swallowed. Swallowed like it hurt, swallowed like he was willing whatever hurt this was to go away. "I didn't mean to worry you," he finally muttered.

"But you did," you said firmly.

Xavier just barely flinched back, something passing in those saccharine blue eyes almost resembling regret.

You sighed, taking a step towards him. "Why do you always do this? It's like you can't let yourself rely on me.” You looked away.

Xavier’s hands twitched at his sides, almost reaching for you but staying empty in the end. "I don’t want to bother you with something I should be able to handle myself," he explained quietly. "I’m not used to relying on someone."

"You rely on her, though," you mumbled.

His head snapped up, searching your eyes. "What?" Xavier asked.

"You say you don't rely on anyone, but you rely on her," you spat. "That ‘Miss Hunter.’”

“She’s my mission partner,” he said slowly, like it was obvious.

“And I’m your girlfriend!” you exclaimed. “We’re supposed to be in this together, to rely on each other, but you won’t!”

Xavier stared at you, mouth slightly open. After a moment, it shut, the look in his eyes shifting as his brows furrowed. “You can’t expect me to come running every time you call or text,” he said. “You can’t be that selfish.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Selfish? You think I’m selfish? I care, Xavier.” You took another step towards him, your glare nearly lethal. “You leave me on read for hours after telling me you’re on a dangerous mission. I think maybe you’ve died, Xavier. You can’t take two minutes to pick up the phone and say ‘I’m alright’?”

Xavier let out a sharp exhale. “I didn’t think you would be this clingy,” he said, more to himself than to you.

“You think I’m so damn needy, fine!” You shoved his shoulder, walking out towards the door. “I’m done!” The door shut with a loud slam behind you.

That night, after a particularly grueling mission, Xavier walked through the quiet apartment. He tossed his hunter’s watch, wallet, keys on the table, discarded his shoes by the door. He moved into the bedroom, dropping his phone onto the bed before collapsing face-first into his pillow.

Only this time, his phone didn’t light up. No missed calls, no dozens of messages. Xavier found himself scrolling through your past chat logs, found himself wanting to hear your voice again.

He sent you a message.

Im sorry, I was just tired

I shouldnt have gotten mad at U

Can U forgive me

Xavier held his breath as the chat bubble showed up, your response still being typed. He felt an ache in his chest when it finally came through.

Thanks for your apology, Xavier. It means a lot, but it doesn’t erase what you said. I know I can be a lot sometimes, but you shouldn’t get mad at me for wanting to know you’re okay. I loved you, Xavier, but you didn’t make it seem like you loved me.

Xavier stared at the message for what felt like hours. And in the silence, he thought he should have needed you sooner.

i’m actually really sorry for this one, i didn’t plan to have it so angsty initially :(

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jupiterpiss · 2 days ago

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i keep seeing ex remmick which u eat up everytime but i’m wondering what the process of breaking up with him would be like

Thank youuuu 😝😝 I feel that a lot of this is kinda just me retelling some stuff.. maybe? Not really but it’s different ways he’ll be ruining your life that were mentioned before. This doesn’t have a ton of smut.. actually close to none lolz. This reads to be very.. aggressive on his end. It is supposed to be like that.. he’s a piece of shit sorry.

Honestly.. I think it would be a very complicated process.. because in my mind I think Remmick doesn’t necessarily ever think you two are ‘broken up’. Like yes.. you kicked him out and told him to fuck off and said this is over BUT LIKE you were just upset. People say means things all the time when they’re upset.

I truly don’t think he ever sees you as not satisfied.. cause he knowssss he’s satisfying you so like why are you acting mean and RUDE?? Not cool wtf. It’s kinda how he wouldn’t leave alone ANYONE IN THE JUKE JOINT even tho they told him to fuck off SEVERAL TIMES. He literally won’t take no for an answer, it’s not in his vocabulary so why should it be in yours.

So with that added pain of him not really seeing you as separated just ya know going through a mild disagreement.. which if he wants to call it that he shouldn’t be using the word mild. It’s farrr from it, like you two literally threaten each other, that’s not mild.

Threats of killing one another, threats of going to the police or family or vampire hunters. Everyone and anyone at this point. It’s bad. Wtv. Ahem.

Point is— it’s hard to leave someone who doesn’t see you as separated.

That’s also where the toxicity comes from, because at some point you become beyond annoyed with him. He won’t stop showing up, won’t stop threatening to eat your family, coming up with lies that he’ll change, that NO he isn’t mean.

You eventually meet your breaking point when you do try to move on, threaten to start sleeping with other people and he, I KIDD YOU NOT, yells about how you can’t be with anyone else cause uhhhh he’ll curse them to die from a terrible infection!

“Vampirism?”

“No.. worse. If you sleep around, every dick you touch will fall off.”

And he’s not kidding LMAOOO. Do I think he’ll have the ability to do that.. idk. I don’t actually know if vampires can actually possess people or anything.. but he does cause I said so. Not possess I guess but more so he makes them go crazy. Like actually crazy.

Remmick PLAGUES the minds of those you touch. Also.. he counts this as cheating on him. He’s not too fond of it, matter of fact it pisses him off really really bad but wtv. You’re just going through a weird phase.

Ya know those people who say ‘they know where home is’ when speaking about their cheating spouse? Yeah that’s fucking him. Except he also curses and scares off anyone you actually do. I don’t wanna go tooo in depth cause quite a few people asked for a second ex!Remmick post and one person asked for this exact scenario.. so more on that later. It’s gonna be part of the part 2 of that post.

Anyway.

Once your done with sleeping with other people cause CLEARLY that isn’t helping anyone (this proves his point right btw even tho it wasn’t on purpose on ur end.. he still sees you stopping as a means of you ‘leaving this phase’)

You decide that maybe packing up and moving would do good. Leaving your house, leaving your family, the town. Everything. Last day of packing tho he shows up and fucking flips his shit.

This is where I reallly wanna reel in the fact that toxic Remmick is extremely scary. Like really scary, you should probs not be trying to look for this man, type of scary. Cause he wrecks all your shit, tells you how are you going to leave when you have nothing??

“Fuck you! I’m done, we’re done— done! I’ve been done, I’m moving-“

He tuts, shaking his head slow, “and what exactly will you be leavin with? Got no furniture now, got no clothes, jewelry.. baby, you’re not prepared to go.”

And it’s like.. hello?? Yes I was but you literally lit all my shit on fire while happily jumping up and down. Hooting and hollering, happier than a fucking clam. He’s unwell. He saw all your stuff resting outside, heard you still shifting around stuff inside, packing the rest of what you got. You live far out.. so having shit stolen isn’t exactly on your mind but you thought ‘hey, just one more box and I’m done’ only to go outside to see a massive bonfire.

And who’s standing beside it with a box FILLED with matches? Remmick :))

He lights all your shit on fire, and if you have a car he slashes the tires. Lights it on fire too.. this is starting to sound actually really bad. Omg okay but HE DOES THIS OKAY. I’m not backing out, he destroys ur shit!!

Okay.. moving is a big no. And ya know what else is a big no.. ur friends. You see.. Remmick does some hunting and searching, he decides ya know what?! I’m gonna take this bitch’s friends. Yeahhh fuck you im making you a complete loner. So that’s what he does LMAOOOO he makes ur ass a bigger loser then him by quite literally taking out all of ur friends.

And he uses that hivemind like noooo one else. Forces them to try and convince you back together, that really he will change. That this is just a word phase ur going through, cold feet. Ya know.. but that’s okay! He’ll warm them up!! He completely takes away their personality, who they are. What they want, what made them.. them. Everything you loved, those imperfections, the characteristics.. mind you, these people are your home. A found family of some sort all built on the need to find connection outside of family. Outside of blood.

And that’s gone.

It freaks you out, rightfully so. Everyone is so.. bleak. A empty cast of what they use to be, pawns for his own destruction. Makes you wanna vomit and sob on the floor.

And you do. Really you do. You start to actually feel trapped, unable to really do anything.

Your friends keep saying, “just let us in! Let him in! I can see all his memories.. all his emotions. Everything. Honey, he really does love you.” And it would be a friend of urs that HATES men. Hello? Not the same person.

AND HE STILL WONT LEAVE GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. Stillll thinks ur together and—

“ya know, this whole cat and mouse thing is really startin to get on my nerves, hun. Just- I don’t even know why you’re upset.”

He really doesn’t. Remmick doesn’t get why you won’t let him in, or why you keep claiming you broke up. You didn’t? He thinks he’s in the right, thinks all of this is for your own good cause.. you two are meant to be, mean to thrive together. Why would you give that up cause of one messy argument.

It wasn’t a messy argument and really he’s always been manipulative.

If he were to convince you to have make up sex he would try to baby trap you. I’m certain of it.. that or because I don’t think vampires can have babies, he would bite you. Just like in the fic. More on this later.. actually I’m thinking long and hard about this, you will be seeing it.

#idk what to tell ya #remmick #Remmick x reader #Drabble I guess #more scary hardly any smut he is actually crazy

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sugarhog05 · 18 hours ago

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Sooo… I have some oldish art I found recently that I thought I’d share with y’all :]

First are just some sketches of a few of my AUs at the time. These were just before I made The Starlit Swordsman AU. They were also before I’d fully come up with the concept of Bloodborne Moon being infected by the beast plague. He was going to be an animatronic hunter that the healing church would use because he… ya know… doesn’t need blood and therefore couldn’t transform into a beast. I hadn’t come up with a design for DL!Sun yet. There’s also a doodle of if Moon was in Don’t Starve, A game I’d been playing nonstop at the time.

Next are just some doodles so I could test out the brushes in Procreate. This was at the height of my SAMS obsession. Not much else to say about it.

Here’s the old Bloodborne Moon Design I mentioned. I still like the design, but idk I wasn’t sure of what else I could do with the concept. I’m sure I could’ve come up with something, but when I had the thought of ‘what if Moon COULD turn into a beast?’ I kinda had to make it. I still might make an AU of the AU and now that I think about it… maybe it could be a swap AU where Y/N turns into a beast and Moon, who knew Y/N (as friends or… something more?) can’t bring themselves to kill them. Maybe he goes on a mission to help Y/N remember who they were, while keeping them from shedding anymore blood. He… doesn’t have any after all lol

I mean, because that WAS shown in the game with Father Gascoigne… Hrmm… 🤔

Just a creachure Moon… not much else to it.

Pretty old Moon I drew when I was in a very stressful time in my life. It was uh, bad but escaping into this fandom (even if I wasn’t actively participating at the time) was what got me through it. I think I’ll always be grateful for all the wonderful artists who helped me get to where I am now, which is a much happier place <3

Here’s a Y/N design I’d made for the DCA Ballerina AU. Just a thing where Y/N is in costume. They were going to be a girl Y/N since girl outfits in performances are typically much more elaborate and I can come up with concepts easier for them. The DCAs outfits are also easier to figure out cause they have a theme to them already. I also have a lot more experience (as a previous girl ballerina myself) with that side a ballet. Sorry guys and masc leaning non binary pals :(

Lastly is some fanart I drew of a fic that I can not for the life of me remember the name of. If I remember correctly it was about Y/N being a nurse who finds a very human looking animatronic (DCA obviously lol) who just escaped from the fire at the Pizzaplex. They take him to their apartment to help him but end up finding out he’s an animatronic who doesn’t have anywhere to go, so they let him stay. They think Moon is a separate animatronic who died in the fire for a while, but then surprise! He’s alive but they think he’s homeless since Moon always “leaves” before daytime comes. There’s more but in case you ever find the fic I don’t wanna spoil it for y’all. I remember Sun and Moon were also able to taste things and he really liked chocolate milk which is why he’s holding a glass in the fanart. I think I stopped reading it because I kinda didn’t like the direction they took Moons character? He was super sweet in the beginning and kinda an ass but in a fun way. Then he just turned into a sassy (in an obnoxious way) ass in a not fun way. There’s nothing wrong with that obviously, it just came down to my personal preference and the fic is still really good even if I ended up not liking where it was going. If I find it again I’ll probably give it another chance because of how much i liked it in the beginning, but… that’s entirely dependent on if I find it again lol.

ANYWAY, sorry for the yap session/info dump it’s just when I found these I couldn’t get my mind off of them so I thought I’d share it to like… get my brain off of them, I guess. Thanks for reading and I hope you got some enjoyment out of my ramblings at least lol

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thegreymarveljedi · 2 days ago

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Hi! I am so in love with your story He’ll Be Home Soon 🥹 would you consider writing a part two where the reader is traveling with the bad batch after the war ends and something about how their relationship is then? If not I totally understand and in that case could I request some angst and fluff with wrecker please? Maybe the reader gets hurt or captured then its fluffy at the end? Tysm!! 💗💗💗

Battle Symphony

(Wrecker x Reader)

Of course! I am still mulling over in my head what kind of ideas I want to play around with when it comes to part 2 of He’ll be home soon cause I have another draft that would be suspiciously similar if I went the direction of the reader traveling with the batch but, there will be a part two, rest assured.

WRECKER ANGST AND FLUFF HOWEVER! That’s something I can do for sure.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTTY, blood/gore, canon typical violence, near death experience, anxiety, medical procedures, sad Wrecker, self doubt, hurt/comfort, pre! Echo Era, fluffy, happy ending.

Words: 4.6k+

The sound of gunfire and explosions jolted (Y/N) out of her dazed stupor, eyes fluttering open to look up at the red and yellow tainted sky. The forests of Dol’har Hyde had been devastated by the battle that raged on, droids tearing through the terrain like it meant nothing. And to them it didn’t mean a thing. That’s why it was so easy for them to rig a trap, have the ground cave in and trap (Y/N) below the destruction.

“Where’s the general?!” A deep, smoky voice called out, the sound muffled and distorted by the ringing in (Y/N)’s ears. She tried to sit up, let them know where she was but every muscle in her body protested, leaving her helpless under the debris.

“I don’t kn- -r! I ha-‘t seen her,” another trooper called out, seemingly out of breath from the battle. (Y/N) couldn’t pin point who spoke or the full nature of his words but it was a regular clone, that much she could tell. Why were the regs… oh, right, they were on a mission assisting the 212th.

“We need- search the -field, find he-!” The first voice said, his tone slightly panicked though she couldn’t fully make out his words, the ringing in (Y/N)’s ears chopping the sentence up. She tried to move again but was stopped by a shooting pain in her thigh, the debris trapping her digging into her skin.

“Yes sir!” The 212th troopers called back, beginning their search around the battlefield. The gunfire had ceased finally, the droid arms decimated and what remained retreating from the front lines. Even with the battle won, there was no time to celebrate just yet.

“Crosshair can you see anything?” This time the voices came from close by, the words no longer as muffled, but clear, as if they were being spoken right into your ear.

“Not from this-“ Crosshair began but was cut off by Wrecker, who was panicking, his head moving frantically across the field trying to locate his- their general.

“(Y/N)!” He called out, his helmet pushed up on his head as he searched. He was so desperate to find her he hadn’t registered his slip up until he heard Hunter hiss over the comms.

“Wrecker, it’s general on the field, we talked about this,” Hunter growled before jogging up to his younger brother with a firm hand placed on his shoulder. He knew how much (Y/N) meant to Wrecker but it was not something he should be advertising openly.

“‘M sorry, just worried is all,” Wrecker said defeatedly, his eyes finding Hunter visors before he pushed his helmet back down, not wanting his older brother to see the tears brimming in his eyes. He knew Hunter would never judge him for showing his emotions, but he didn’t want anyone else to see him like this.

“We all are but getting yourself caught like this will do nothing,” Hunter said more gently this time, looking up at Wrecker. He wanted to do his best to be there for his brother and right now, he could do that by looking for (Y/N).

“Okay sarge, I’ll do-“ Wrecker started but was cut off by one of the regs voices coming over the comms.

“Over here!” One of them call out, Wrecker and Bunter sprinting over to the trooper as others from the 212th joined, trying their best to moved as much foliage and debris out of the way. They removed the top layer with almost no issues but it was further down that was more concerning.

“General!” Hunter called down the sizeable hole that had been made, watching as the slightest twitch of your head indicated that you were indeed alive and that you heard him.

“We need a medic over here!” Another one of the regs called out to Metric, the medic of the 212th. They were in a flurry of movement as other companies of the battalion focused of clean up of the battlefield.

“General Kenobi, we need a med-vac and fast,” Hunter called to Obi-wan over the comm channel, trying his best to find a way down to help you without making the situation worse.

“How bad is it sergeant?” Obi-wan responded, sounding a little more worse for wear but still as brave as a Jedi general.

“It’s not looking good, she trapped under debris,” Hunter replied, moving a little more out of the way so he could give General Kenobi more detail without interfering with the crew trying to moves what they could off of (Y/N).

“We’ll get you out general,” Wrecker said, his voice remaining as stead as it could with his lovers live on the line. He looked to Hunter for help, the sergeant still talking with General Kenobi about getting a med-vac out to their position.

“If you’re going to attempt to move it off of her, be careful, we don’t know what kind of damage it’s done,” Wrecker heard Obi-wan say faintly over the comms, Hunter nodding his head in response before turning back to Wrecker.

“We will try to get the medvac to you as quick as we can. I unfortunately don’t know how long that will take,” Obi-wan said calmly, though a ting of worry found its way into his tone. Hunter could only curse under his breath as he continued to look at Wrecker. He cut the comms with general Kenobi and instead opened a line with Tech before addressing Wrecker.

“Wrecker, get it moved, carefully,” Hunter said, giving the demolitions expert the go ahead to move the remainder of the debris. Wrecker nodded before getting to work on the debris trapping (Y/N) in the caved ground.

“Tech get over here,” Hunter called out into their private comm channel, not confident that the medvac would arrive before they lost their general to her injuries.

“I am on my way,” Tech replied, sounding as if he was already flying in their direction.

“Cross, keep your eyes on the field in case those clankers-“ Hunter started but was cut off by a massive explosion in the distance curtesy of Wrecker. The hulking clone didn’t even have the energy or desire to watch his work, his focus to consume by wanting to free (Y/N) from where she was trapped.

“There’s your answer,” Crosshair said with the hint of a smirk in his.

“Alright then regroup, Tech, bring the Marauder to our position. We need to get the general to the Negotiator and fast,” Hunter said, turning back to help Wrecker move the last of the lose debris that wasn’t directly on top of (Y/N).

“Sir yes sir.” both Tech and Crosshair responded before the com channel went off, both other members of the Bad Batch making their way to Hunter’s position quickly. Hunter quickly slid down into the hole with Wrecker, mindful that it could be unstable for them. He turned to face (Y/N), watching as her expression contorted in pain.

“You’re going to be okay general,” he said quietly, with as much confidence as he could in the moment. His eyes flickered up to Wrecker but all he could read on his brother’s face was distress. Wreckers eyes were focused on the piece of durasteel that remained on top of (Y/N), his eyes analyzing every corner to try and gage of damage.

“Mmm,” (Y/N) mumbled out, her eyes fluttering with the urge to close but knowing she needed to keep them open for as long as she could. But it was hard, so hard. The darkness was calling even as her head tilted in Wrecker’s direction. She wanted nothing more than to comfort her gentle giant but she could hardly keep her eyes open, much less np e her body.

“Take a deep breath for me (Y/- general,” Wrecker said softly, watching his slip up again even when he knew no one would hear it but Hunter. He carefully took hold of the durasteel that rested on (Y/N) body but a brief moment of lucidity made almost made her panic.

“C-can-n’t-t,” she stuttered out, her chest shuttering with every struggled breath she tried to take in. It felt as if she was being crushed on both sides, like she was being squished in a trash compactor with no hope of escaping.

“You’ve gotta try,” Wrecker said brokenly, removing his helmet from his head as he spoke, his usual volume gone as tears gathered in his eyes. (Y/N)’s eyes opened long enough to see the tears in Wrecker’s eyes and the desperate expression he wore. Against her better judgment and the protests of her body, she slowly lifted her hand to Wrecker’s cheek, running her thumb along his scar.

She looked at him with love in her eyes, the pain slowly beginning to fade. Wrecker held her hand as he watched the telltale signs of life slowly beginning to fade. Hunter watch with bated breath as well, but instead of giving up, he powered up his comm and called for Tech.

“Tech we need to get her out now!” He shouted, watching as Wrecker’s shoulders sagged and the hope seemed to drain from (Y/N)’s body. He could hear her heart begin to slowly, her breathing turning more shallow by the minute.

“What are her symptoms?” Tech asked, the sound of the marauders engines in the background doing little to give Hunter hope that Tech would make it in time. He could hear the voices of the regs saying the medvac was a few minutes out but he needed his brother to get here faster.

“Does it matter?! We need to get her out,” Hunter said, though his anger wasn’t meant to be directed at his little brother, it was at the separatists who put them in this position in the first place. He heard Tech grunt in response before he spoke again.

“Wrecker, move the metal carefully, we don’t want to cause more damage to the generals body,” Tech said through the coms. Hunter relaid what Tech had said and watched as Wrecker nodded, letting go of (Y/N)’s hand and donning his helmet once more, trying to find his spirit again.

“I’ll get you out (Y/N). I promise you’ll make it through this,” Wrecker muttered as he took hold of the durasteel that was trapping her once more, hoping that he could convey confidence to her through the visor of his helmet. (Y/N) only managed a small nod, hand fall back to the ground as she waited for them to free her.

“Okay, on three. One, two…three!” Hunter said as he took hold of the other side of the durasteel slate. He and Wrecker worked together to pry it off (Y/N)’s body, moving it off to the side once it was clear.

“AHHH!” (Y/N) screamed as the durasteel was removed from the top of her body, her lungs taking in the air she had been deprived of for what felt like forever, her chest heaving with continuous unsteady breaths.

“You’re okay general, you’ll be okay,” Hunter said as he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they were out of the woods finally and that they could get their general help. Hunter could also read the relief on Wreckers face that they had been able to free her from the debris though there was something else in his eyes.

“Coming up to your position now,” tech spoke through the comms, the sounds of the Marauder coming closer to the hole where Hunter and Wrecker were with (Y/N) Hunter breathed another sigh of relief before focusing his attention back to (Y/N).

“Okay, I’m gonna pick you up, is there-“ Wrecker started but (Y/N)’s distressed voice cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“N-no! No, can’t move,” she said painfully, feeling as though her body was in fire even after the debris had been moved. She could feel a pain in her back, a growing unease that seemed to spread heat throughout her body. She could barely lift her arm to grab Wreckers forearm, giving it a weak squeeze while looking at him with terror in her eyes.

“Why not?” Wrecker asked also desperately, placing his other hand over (Y/N)’s that rested on his forearm. Hunter’s eyes went wide as he used the scanner in his helmet to see if there was anything they had missed. And there was.

“Dammit,” Hunter muttered before looking to (Y/N) again, she had a knowing look on her face now but something else told Hunter not to say a word to Wrecker. But he couldn’t not say anything because if they were going to save her he needed Wreckers help.

“Crosshair, take over piloting for Tech. Tech I need you down here now if we’re going to save the General,” Hunter said frantically as Wreckers head perked up.

“Hunter what’s happening?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he took in the pained yet accepting expression on (Y/N)’s face. He didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t lose her. Not now, not ever.

Hunter did say anything to Wrecker as Tech lowered one of the extension cables down the side of the Marauder and slid down, landing next to Hunter. Tech copied Hunter’s movements, using his scanner to scan over (Y/N)’s body to see what the damage was like.

“We are going to have to be careful if we do not wish to harm the general any further,” Tech said calmly and matter of factly. He knew he needed to remain calm especially for Wreckers sake, any hint of panic from him and he was sure the team would know something is very wrong. Wrecker and Hunter both nodded as Tech looked down to (Y/N).

“General, we are going to get you out of this and to the negotiator, you will make it through this,” Tech said, his voice certain. (Y/N) only nodded up at the goggled man, noting how calm he was. That filled her with a little hope because if tech was calm and sure she’d make it, then she could believe it too, even if it was a carefully crafted facade to ease his brother’s mind.

Tech then looked to Wrecker with a very small nod, watching as he placed on arm under (Y/N)’s neck and one under her knees, ready to lift her up on Techs signal. (Y/N) made a slight noice of discomfort only to bee dishes and soothed by Wrecker, his voice soft in her ear.

“I’m going to get you out of here cyar’ika. You’ll be okay.”

On Tech’s count, Wrecker lifted (Y/N) off of the debris that had stabbed her in the back, a painful, gut wrenching scream leaving her lips as whatever was stabbing her was forcibly removed. Tech moved quickly to apply a patch to the wound, Hunter helping him to secure it before the Batch made a beeline for the ascension cables, crosshair retracting them the second he knew everyone was secure.

(Y/N) whined in pain, squirming in Wreckers arms until they were safely on the marauder. Tech directed Wrecker to place (Y/N) down on the crash seats while he too over from Crosshair to get them to the Negotiator. Wrecker knelt down next to (Y/N), taking her hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he discarded his helmet haphazardly.

“We’re going to get you help mesh’la, I promise,” he said quietly, his voice betraying his worry for her condition.

“W-wrecker-“ she tried to speak but her voice was hoarse, mouth and throat dry, blood staining her teeth. Wrecker just shook his head, pulling his canteen from his belt only for (Y/N) to deny the water he offered her.

“Please Cyar’ika, hold on just a little longer,” Wrecker begged, tears in his eyes as he held her hand. (Y/N) just shook her head, trying to give her gentle giant a reassuring smile.

“I-I lo-ve you Wr-Wrecker,” She said quietly, watching as Wrecker closed his eyes and kissed her palm. He didn’t want to accept that she was giving up, that she could leave him in this moment.

“I love you too (Y/N). But you’re going to be okay. We’re going to get you help,” Wrecker said, his voice cracking as he watched her eyes flutter, her breathing shallow and chest rising and falling concerningly slow. She just gave a Wrecker another smile before her eyes became heavy, fluttering continuously as Wrecker called her name. She just needed to stay awake a little longer.

—

Wrecker rushed through the open doors of the medbay, a half conscious (Y/N) in his arms as blood continued to flow, dripping through the temporary bandages that Tech wrapped around her body. Her breathing was shallow and hands limp in her lap as her half lidded, unfocused eyes continued to try and focus on Wrecker. She knew she didn’t have much time left, her body slowly shutting itself down from how much blood she had lost. She had tried to tell him to let her go, that she was okay with becoming one with the force, but Wrecker refused to just let her drift away from him.

“Lay her here,” Metric said as he met Wreckers eyes, his good eye showing his fear for the woman in his arms. Wrecker did as Metirc said and laid (Y/N) down on the medical cot, reluctantly stepping back to let the medics work. Hunter came up behind his brother and pulled him away, giving Metric a nod before they left the medbay to wait outside, being greeted by Tech and Crosshair as they exited.

No one said a word as the Batch waiting outside the doors of the medbay. Hunter only kept a hand on Wreckers shoulder as his younger brother continued to stare at the doors of the medbay. Soon though he shrugged Hunter hand off gentle in favour of keeping himself moving.

Wrecker paced for a few minutes before dropping to the floor and putting his head in his hands, knees pulled up to his chest as he did his best to refrain from sobbing. Hunter watched Wrecker’s distress unfold, trying to think of a way that he could help but Hunter hung his head as he and only he heard the clear sound of a flatline through the durasteel door.

—

It took a few standard hours before Metric came out of the doors of the medbay, gloved hands bloody and face pinched in an uncertain frown. His shoulders were tense, a cloud of tension following him out of the Medbay and toward the batch. They stood from where they had sat down, eager to hear the fate that had befallen their Jedi general.

“Whatever happened out there must’ve been one hell of a battle,” Metric started, not having the energy to try and be humorous.

“How is she?” Hunter asked the question on all their minds, especially Wrecker, the Hulking clone having said nothing. He instead looked defeated, shoulders slumped, eyes red and tear stained. He wanted to have hope that she would be okay, a flicker in his eyes holding that hope.

“She’s in a bacta tank for now,” Metric said, eyes trailing to each member of the Batch, lingering on Wrecker who let out a sigh and slid down the wall he had been previously sitting against. “It took us some time but we managed to stitch her up as best we could,” the medic continued, now speaking to Hunter.

“Is there any way I could have access to her current medical file? With the treatment included?” Tech asked, typing away at his data load while waiting for an answer. Metric just gave Tech a look before sighing.

“You’ll have an update copy sent to you to keep on record,” Metric said, Tech nodding before looking back at Wrecker who’s head was leaned against the wall, elbows rest on his knees and eyes closed. He was trying his best to hold together, knowing that for now (Y/N) was safe and alive.

“Can we see her?” Crosshair asked this time, toothpick between his lips though this was the tenth he had gone through in the few hours they had been waiting.

“Not yet. Not until she’s out of the tank,” Metric said slowly, knowing that this answer might prove problematic for the batch.

“Why not?” Metrics thoughts were right as Hunters tone conveyed his distaste for having to wait to see their general, especially knowing how much this might affect Wrecker. He looked back at his larger brother but he hadn’t moved so much as a finger, eyes still closed.

“On General Kenobi’s orders, her room and bacta tank have been locked to all but himself and medical personnel,” Metric said wincing as he was bombarded with Hunter, Tech and Crosshair all talking at once.

“That is a fair judgment.”

“We should be allowed to see her!”

“He can’t do that.”

They continued to talk over one another with Metric trying to calm them down and assure them that he would keep them updated. All this went on as Wrecker sat against the wall, hands twitching as he listened to the bickering. Eventually it became too much for him, eyes stinging with unshed tears as he abruptly stood up, pushing past his brothers and making his way down the hall.

The bickering of the men ceased as they watched Wrecker walk away. From the medbay, from them, from (Y/N). Their concern for their brother only grew as they watched from a far, Wrecker disappearing down the corridor fore turning down another one.

“Let us know when things improve?” Hunter said and Metric only nodded as the rest of the batch took off after Wrecker. They made it to the end of the corridor where he had turned only to find that he was no where in sight. Hunter sighed and closed his eyes, trying to feel for Wreckers familiar energy through the Venator but came up short.

“Cross, check the training room, maybe he’s gone to punch his anger out on the bags,” Hunter said, receiving a grunt in response before the sniper split off and made his way to the training decks.

“Tech,” Hunter said turning to address the technician with a serious expression, “check the mess hall, see if he went to get some grub,” Hunter said and Tech nodded but stopped Hunter before he could walk away.

“What if he’s not there?”

“We’ll find him. He can’t have gotten too far.”

Hunter took off down the hall towards the hangar, thinking that he might find Wrecker on the Marauder. He hoped to find him and help him through this but he couldn’t know for sure what was going through Wrecker’s head.

—

It was another hour that Hunter finally met back up with Tech and Crosshair, both his brothers shaking their heads. Hunter sighed and smoothed a hand down his face, closing his eyes and wracking his brain for where else their larger brother could be.

“Maybe he does not want to be found,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles on his nose.

“Clearly,” Crosshair said with a roll of his eyes though it earned him a stern look from the sergeant.

“I am merely suggesting that we leave Wrecker to his own devices and comm him when Metric gives us the message that the general has been removed from the bacta tank,” Tech said matter of factly, turning to Hunter. The sergeant sat pensively for a moment before nodding, turning and heading down the hall toward the mess hall with Crosshair and Tech in tow.

Meanwhile, further into the Venator class star destroyer, Wrecker sat on a bed that didn’t belong to him. One that was more comfortable, softer and one that he had spent some time in here and there. He thumbed at bracelet he had pulled from his utility belt, the heavy metal of the beskar feeling like a comfort and a curse in his hand. He had planned to give it to (Y/N) next rotation when the Batch finally had shore leave but now he didn’t know what to do.

Wrecker wasn’t hungry, which was abnormal considering he could eat everything and anything in sight. But his stomach turned at even the thought of food at this moment. He was just waiting for any news now. It seems as if the someone had been reading his thoughts as his comm chimney with a message from Metric.

“She’s out.” Is all it read. Which is all Wrecker needed to stand from the bed, tuck the bracelet back into his belt and take off down the winding halls of the ship. He made it to the medbay in record time, composing himself as best as he could before walking in. The sight that freeted him made his heart sink only slightly but he was at least happy she was out of the tank.

(Y/N) was hooked up all sorts of medical equipment to assist with her recovery, he eyes closed and a breathing mask over her face. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as Metric and one of the other medics spoke quietly to each other. When Metirc spotted Wrecker, he dismissed the other medic and nodded to Wrecker, silently converting that he would give them some a peace.

Wrecker returned the nod and pulled up a chair next to (Y/N)’s cot, taking her bandaged hand in his and hold it gently. Metric took his leave and made sure to close the curtains to (Y/N) cot, giving her and Wrecker as much privacy as he could. He like a couple of others knew of Wreckers relations and despite how they may view the batch as different, they kept their mouths closed.

“I’m so sorry cyar’ika, for not protecting like I should’ve,” Wrecker started, bringing (Y/N)’s hand to his lips, being mindful of the wires connected to her body. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to save you from this,” he continued, feeling tears well in his eyes as he looked at her. Wrecker felt the slightest pressure against his hand and opened his eyes to find (Y/N) looking back at him. He smiled in relief, kissing her hand again as he scooted closer to the bed.

Not your fault honey, (Y/N)’s voice sounded softly in Wrecker’s mind, true conviction in its tone as she tried her best to send reassurance his way. Wreckers shoulders deflated as he held her hand tighter.

“I blame myself though. Those explosions, those droids, I could’ve been more careful,” Wrecker whimper, bowing his head in regret. (Y/N) her head as best she could reaching one of her hand up to her face to carefully pull off the breathing mask on her face. Wrecker moved to help her, being mindful of the other wires and machines around her body. Once the mask had been removed enough for her to speak, (Y/N) spoke softly, her voice hoarse but as gentle as ever.

“I k-knew the ri-sk my lov-ve. It wa-sn’t you, o-okay?” (Y/N) said and as best she could, stuck her pinky out for Wrecker to take in his own. The gentle giant smiled and held her pinky in his own, a swear that he wouldn’t blame himself. It wouldn’t fix how he was feeling about the mission but for now, he found solace in the fact that (Y/N) was alive and breathing.

“I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Wrecker. I’ll be okay.”

“Promise,” Wrecker said as he squeezed her pinky in his once more. She let out an airy giggle and squeezed his pinky back, smiling a beautiful smile.

“Promise.”

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Moon Without Stars, Part 12

Sam Winchester x fem!Reader/You | WC: 3922

Summary: Hunters – the people who lived fast and lawless – had one rule they all abided by. No attachments. And in a world where your first touch with your soulmate would leave a brand behind, No Touching was an unspoken second rule. Not everyone followed that, but you did. Or you tried to. The last thing you needed was for fate to be cruel and bind you to someone. Least of all someone like Sam Winchester.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmate AU, sad Sam (that’s a warning all of its own), idiots fighting fate, strangers to enemies to lovers, no use of Y/N, no beta we die like men

A/N: Ahhhh I'm getting the jitters with how close we are to the end of this series! I can't believe we're almost there! Moon Without Stars Masterlist

When you opened your eyes, the living room was bathed in the golden light of morning. You bolted upright, disoriented and angry at yourself for falling asleep. It had been a fitful sleep at best, coming in jagged and unfinished splinters. You vaguely recalled waking up several times throughout the night, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember why you hadn’t stayed awake. Instinctively, you turned to look at the spot you had last seen Sam but instead found Dean sitting in one of the dining room chairs flipping through a magazine with bored indifference. He glanced up at your sudden movement.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he muttered. You scowled.

“Why didn’t you wake me up for my shift?” you hissed, straightening up in the armchair. Your neck ached from the awkward angle you had slept in, and you rolled your shoulders, trying to work the stiffness out. Your stitches were none too happy about the situation either, and they protested every movement. Your eyes felt heavy, and it felt like you were moving through honey.

“Sam said to let you rest,” Dean said with a shrug. “Said you needed it more than him.” You glanced around the room, noticing that Mason was still asleep on the couch. He looked relaxed for the first time since you had shown up.

“Where is Sam?”

“Checking the bedrooms upstairs. He wanted to make sure we didn’t overlook something.”

You stood and stretched, absentmindedly rubbing at your mark on your arm and frowning at the lack of its usual warmth. For as long as you had it, it had never gone silent. Not completely. There had been plenty of times when you had been too focused on other things to notice it, but its presence had been a constant in the back of your mind. The only time that your mark had ever gone silent...

You slid the sleeve of your – Sam’s – flannel up, only daring to breathe when you saw the familiar handprint over your wrist. Still there. But it felt... muted. Distant.

“Nothing happened?” you asked.

“Nothing.” Dean closed the magazine and tossed it on the table beside him. “Quiet as a tomb all night. Which, considering our record, is either really good or really bad.”

You moved towards the staircase, your mark’s unusual silence making you increasingly uneasy. Something was wrong. You could feel it in the way the air seemed to thicken around you. In the way your hunter instincts were screaming that there was danger even though nothing seemed out of place.

“When did you last see Sam?” Dean seemed to pick up on your unease, because he picked up the shotgun he had leaned up against the wall beside him and followed after you.

“About twenty minutes ago. Why?”

You took the stairs two at a time.

“Sam?” you called out, not caring if you woke Mason or not. You needed to hear Sam’s voice. By the time you had reached the top of the stairs, you still hadn’t gotten a response. The upstairs hallway was vacant, several of the doors left open to reveal empty rooms. “Sam!” You pushed into the master bedroom, stopping short when you spotted Sam standing in front of the dresser. He looked up at you, a photo album open in his hands. And when his eyes found yours, suddenly the world was right again.

Your mark pulsed on your wrist, warm and alive.

“Sorry, I got distracted,” he said with an apologetic half-smile. Sam turned the album for you to see, and you saw yourself staring back from the photo, a brilliant smile that you forgot you ever had plastered on your face. Your sigh of relief was audible in the room.

“Jesus… you can’t do that.” Your shoulders sagged as you spoke.

“Do what?” Sam asked, closing the photo album and setting it back on the dresser. His brow furrowed with genuine confusion.

“Disappear like that. My mark went quiet, and I thought–” You cut yourself off, realizing just how paranoid you sounded. How clingy. You inwardly cringed, but Sam’s expression softened with understanding. The fear that had gripped you was too raw. Too immediate.

“Hey,” he began softly, reaching out for your hand. His thumb brushed across your knuckles, and you felt his concern bleed through the connection. Things felt right again. Your mark was thrumming beneath your sleeve again like nothing had ever happened. “I’m right here, I promise. What do you mean it went quiet?”

“It’s never done that before. Not since it showed up. I woke up and I couldn’t feel you through it.” Your grip on his hand tightened as you spoke. “I… panicked.”

“Everything okay in here?” Dean asked, appearing in the doorway, shotgun still in hand.

“Yeah,” Sam answered, his eyes never leaving your face. “Just checking things out.” Dean’s eyes fell to where Sam held your hand, and he raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it. You didn’t miss the slight smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Find anything useful up here?” you asked, pulling your hand from Sam’s and trying to regain your composure. The photo album on the dresser felt like it was burning a hole in your peripheral vision. Why had Mason kept that photo of you? It was from a time you had walked away from. A version of yourself that you didn’t recognize anymore.

“Nothing supernatural,” Sam replied with a shrug. “Just… memories.” His gaze flicked to the album then back to you. “You looked happy.”

“I was. For a while.” The admission came out quietly. “But that was a different life. A different person.”

“Was it?” Sam’s question didn’t sound judgmental. Just curious like he always was. “Or was it just you before everything went sideways?”

You didn’t have an answer for that. The woman in those photos felt like a stranger now – someone who believed in forever and fairy tale endings. Someone who hadn’t learned that the universe could be cruel in ways that defied explanation. Dean cleared his throat.

“We should head back downstairs,” he said, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional weight of the moment. “Check on our boy, Mason.”

The three of you made your way back to the living room where Mason was stirring on the couch. He sat up and blinked groggily, taking a moment to orient himself before his eyes found you.

“Did I…?” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Did I actually sleep?”

“Looks like it,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight. “No visitors in the night either.” Mason let out a shaky laugh, pressing his palms to his eyes.

“First real sleep I’ve had since Julia’s funeral. I can’t believe it.”

You shared a knowing look with Sam, unease settling into the pit of your stomach. It didn’t make sense. The entity had been tormenting Mason for days, and suddenly it vanished the moment hunters arrived? Something wasn’t adding up. And you didn’t like it.

“Maybe it got scared off,” Dean suggested, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen. “Some things can sense when they’re outmatched.” Mason looked up from his hands, hope flickering across his features.

“Do you think it’s gone for good?”

“I don’t think we should assume anything yet,” Sam said carefully. “It could be regrouping.”

“Or biding its time until we leave,” you added. The relief that had been building in your chest dissipated just as quickly as it had formed. “This feels too easy. Feels like the last time I fought it.” Mason’s expression fell.

“So what do we do? Just wait around until it decides to show up again?” he asked. You shook your head.

“I think if you were able to sleep for the first time, then you should get out of here. It fixates on people. It might be… distracted now that we’re here. Which means you should get out of town while you can so we can take care of it.”

“You think that would work?” Mason asked, looking skeptical. “Just… leave?”

“Your parents are still a forty minute drive east, right? Might be best for you to stay with them for a few days while we handle this.”

“They’ve been asking me to visit since the funeral.” Mason’s voice caught on the last word, but he pushed through it. Then, he nodded slowly. “Said I shouldn’t be alone in the house.”

“I think they’re right,” Sam said, his tone gentle. Despite what his voice might have suggested, though, you could feel a protective edge bleeding through from Sam. A certain… eagerness that you presumed stemmed from the thought of Mason leaving. “Being alone is the last thing you need right now.”

“But what if it follows me? What if I bring this thing to them?”

“You won’t,” you said, your voice surprisingly confident. All three men looked at you, each with varying expressions. Dean and Mason both looked equally as confused. But Sam’s jaw was set with a sort of grim determination. “It wants to feed on strong negative emotions. Then we give it something to feed on here so it leaves you alone.”

“What, like a trap?” Dean asked. “Use ourselves as bait?”

“Not us,” Sam said quietly, his eyes searching yours, urging you to tell him he was wrong. You didn’t say anything. Sam said your name, and the full plan clicked into place.

“I think that’s why we didn’t see it last night. I don’t think it wants Mason anymore. It wants me.”

“What are you talking about?” Mason asked, confusion furrowing his brow as he looked between you and Sam.

“The grief,” Sam explained. “It’s not just feeding on your grief over Julia. It’s feeding on everything. The history here. The pain. The jealousy. All the complicated emotions tied up in this house.” Dean’s expression hardened as he caught on.

“So it lured us here? Used Mason as bait but its real target was–”

“Me,” you finished. “This whole situation.” You gestured between yourself and Mason then to Sam. “It’s a feast of emotional trauma. It won’t follow after you when it’s got this waiting for it.”

“Wait,” Mason stood, the blanket he had over him falling to the floor. “You think this thing is after you? Because of our history?” His voice cracked, guilt flashing across his face.

“Not just our history,” you admitted. “Everything that’s happened since. I don’t think this thing goes after just grief. I think it feeds on emotional turmoil, and I’ve been… well, let’s just say I’ve got plenty to offer.” Your eyes flicked to Sam, and you gave a subtle nod.

“Mason, you need to pack a bag and get out of town.” Sam’s tone wasn’t unkind. He was just being honest. “You’re a liability as long as you’re here.”

“Okay… I can do that.” Mason nodded, his expression a mixture of relief and guilt as he headed upstairs to pack. As his footsteps faded, you turned to face Sam and Dean.

“We need to set back up for tonight,” you said, kneeling down to examine the sigil you’d drawn the night before. “If I’m the target now, then I’m the one who has to perform it.”

“Hold on,” Sam said, crouching down beside you. “We don’t know that for sure. This is still just a theory.”

“It’s a pretty solid theory,” you countered, meeting his gaze. “My mark going quiet this morning is enough proof for me. This thing is playing with us. With me.” Dean paced the length of the living room, shotgun still in hand.

“So we let it come to us. Set up the ritual with you as the anchor instead of Mason.” His voice was tight with poorly concealed frustration. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” you said, smudging a line and redrawing it. “But it’s the only way this works." Sam was quiet for a long moment, his jaw working as he processed what you were suggesting. When he finally spoke, it was slowly with words that were carefully clipped.

“There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t.” You could feel his anxiety, sharp and acidic. Sam’s hand found yours, his grip tight and warm and worried. Your mark hummed in response, though you couldn’t help but notice that it felt different. Thinner somehow. Like something heavy was sitting on the connection and slowly suffocating it. You squeezed his hand, drawing strength from the physical contact more than the bond. “I know it’s not ideal. But we’re running out of options.”

The sound of Mason’s footsteps grew louder as he descended the stairs, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His face was pale but determined, the first glimpse of the man you had once known beneath the grief-stricken shell.

“I’m ready,” he said, keys jingling in hand. “But are you sure about this? About staying here?”

“We’re sure,” you replied, though your stomach churned. “Stay with your parents until you hear from me.” Mason hesitated at the door, his gaze lingering on you with something that looked like regret.

“For what it’s worth,” he started, “I’m sorry for how I was at the end.” His gaze flicked to where your hand was intertwined with Sam’s. “I’m glad you found him. Keep her safe, Sam.”

Mason’s words hit harder than you expected, a bittersweet ache settling in your chest. This was closure, you realized. The conversation you’d never had when everything fell apart years ago. It was a few years late, but here it was.

“Thank you, Mason,” you managed, your voice thick with emotion. “Take care of yourself.” He nodded once then stepped out into the morning light, leaving you alone with the Winchesters and the weight of what was coming.

The silence stretched for several heartbeats after Mason’s car disappeared down the street. Dean was the first to break it.

“So,” he said, checking his watch. “How long do we wait before this thing shows up?” You let go of Sam’s hand and cracked your knuckles.

“Not sure. But I better work on being some pretty good bait here,” you said, grabbing the chalk and going over some of the lines of the sigil that had been smudged. “He said it’s most active at night. So we prep for that. New candles and I make sure that I’ve got the incantation down.”

“This is a terrible idea,” Sam said, pacing the living room as you cleaned up the lines.

“You got a better one?” you asked without looking up from your work. The chalk dust coated your fingertips, leaving ghostly prints on the dark wood floor. “Because I’m all ears.”

“No,” he admitted. “But I don’t like using you as bait.”

“Join the club,” Dean muttered, checking the shotgun’s chamber before snapping it closed. “But Stabby’s right. This thing’s probably been playing us from the start.” You shot Dean a withering look at the nickname, but your heart wasn’t into it.

“Look, I know it’s not ideal. But if Sam’s right and this thing is feeding on emotional turmoil, then I’m a walking buffet right now.” You sat back on your heels and glanced up at Sam whose expression had gone dark. It was equal parts frustration and concern, and his hazel eyes tracked your movements as you stood and dusted your hands on your jeans. “Besides, I’ve faced worse with less preparation.”

You moved through the house with Sam on your heels. He was hovering. It should’ve been annoying. You were back in your element, navigating through the familiar territory of preparing for a hunt. But instead of irritation, his closeness brought comfort. With your mark feeling muted and strange, Sam’s physical presence anchored you in a way you were still learning to accept.

“You’re hovering,” you said, not unkindly, as you pulled out more candles from the grocery bag and set about carving the protective runes into them.

“I’m being thorough,” Sam replied, though his tone suggested he knew exactly what he was doing. “Making sure we don’t miss anything.” He pulled a knife from his pocket and joined you.

“Uh-huh.” You noted the tension in his shoulders and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “What’s really bothering you about this?”

Sam paused in his carving, his knife stilling against the wax, and for a moment, you thought he might deflect or give you some generic response about hunters using each other as bait. But when he looked up, his eyes held that familiar vulnerability that always seemed to catch you off guard.

“I’m just worried. What if this thing is more powerful than we think? If it’s been orchestrating this entire situation…”

“Maybe it has been,” you conceded. “But that doesn’t change our plan. If anything, it makes it more likely to work.”

“That’s not the most comforting,” he muttered. You set down your finished candle and reached for Sam’s arm, fingers brushing lightly along his sleeve, just above his mark.

“Sam,” you said quietly, waiting until his eyes met yours. “I need you to trust me on this. I know what I’m doing.”

“I do trust you,” he replied immediately. “It’s everything else I don’t trust.” The sheer honesty in his voice settled the anxiety racing through your veins. You had spent so many years being the only person you could rely on that having someone else’s faith felt both foreign and precious.

“Then trust that I’m not going to let this thing win,” you said, your thumb brushing against the cuff of his sleeve.

Then, in a rush of boldness, you carefully slid his sleeve up. You moved slowly, just in case he wanted to pull away, and when he didn’t, you let your fingertips dance along the spot where your palm had branded him. His breath caught in his throat, and his mark flared with warmth beneath your touch, feeling alive and real. The sensation rippled through your own mark, connecting you in a way that felt more intimate than anything you’d shared before. He placed his other hand on top of yours, and you let him press your hand down to sit flat against his soulmark.

“You’re right,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “I just… I don’t want to lose you. Not when we just started figuring this out.”

“You won’t,” you said simply. As though you could make it the truth through sheer force of will.

The rest of the day passed in methodical preparation. You, Sam, and Dean moved through the house with practiced efficiency, reinforcing salt lines, strategically placing guns and iron weapons, and resetting the ritual space. The quiet domesticity of it all – preparing for battle in a place you once called home – felt surreal. The way you had fallen into step with the brothers so easily made it feel like you were always meant to be there.

“You sure you’ve got the incantation down?” Dean asked, glancing over from where he was checking the windows.

“I’ve been practicing it,” you confirmed, your finger tracing the Latin phrases written in your own handwriting. Each syllable felt heavy on your tongue, weighted with power and consequence. “Could’ve used a few more lessons with Sam, but I think I’m ready.”

As twilight approached, even the house seemed to hold its breath. Shadows lengthened across the hardwood floors, and the temperature began to drop. You positioned yourself in the center of the sigil, freshly redrawn with more precise lines, while Sam and Dean took their positions on opposite sides of the room. Each held a shotgun loaded with iron rounds, though you all knew the weapons would only be useful once the ritual dragged the entity into the physical realm.

Your knife felt cold against your palm as you waited, watching the last rays of sunlight fade from the windows. You tried not to think about the fact that you were sitting in the living room where you once thought you would build a life, but after a moment, you realized that thinking about it was probably your best decision.

So you thought. Thought about how this was the place where you had once laughed and loved and believed in something permanent. Thought about how Julia and Mason must’ve moved around each other throughout the house. Thought about how Julia had slid right into your spot and seamlessly took over everything that was once yours. Thought about the day you woke up and noticed how your left arm was bare in the bathroom mirror. Thought about the moment you realized you were alone. You held onto that feeling and let it sing.

The lights flickered. There wasn’t a breeze. There wasn’t a sound. But you could feel it. It was like gravity had shifted and was pressing down on your chest. And your mark, which had already been relatively muted throughout the day suddenly dimmed further until you couldn’t feel Sam at all. Until you were all alone again. The sigil beneath your feet flared with untapped power. Just once. A warning. The temperature plummeted, and your breath misted in the suddenly frigid air. The candlelight flickered wildly, casting dancing shadows that seemed to move independently of their flames.

Then you saw it.

Not directly – never directly – but in your peripheral vision, it was there standing in the corner of the room. Tall, humanoid, but wrong in every way that mattered. Its form was impossibly long, and something about it was just inherently… not right. Like a shadow that forgot how to mimic its owner. Where its face should’ve been was just a blur of flesh-colored static. No features. No eyes. Just void. But somehow, you knew it was looking right at you.

Only you.

You pressed the ritual knife to your palm. The blade bit deep, sending a sharp line of pain up your arm as blood welled up in your palm. The Latin words poured from your lips, each syllable charged with power that seemed to vibrate the air itself. The entity in your peripheral vision shifted, its blurred form shifting and warping as your words pulled it from beyond whatever veil there was between your world and the world it was in.

“Umbra sine facie, te compello.” The words felt like they were tearing themselves from your throat. “Per dolorem meum, per sanguinem meum, te voco.” The Hollow Man turned toward you fully, and even without features, you could sense its attention focusing like a laser. The temperature dropped further somehow. Your mark didn’t just go quiet. It went cold, as if something had wrapped its icy fingers around your wrist and squeezed. The sensation was wrong in every way possible. A violation of the connection you had just begun to trust. “Veni in corpus, veni in formam, veni in mortem!”

The Hollow Man didn’t move. Didn’t tilt its head. Didn’t blink. Couldn’t blink. But you could still feel it. The soul-deep attention it was giving you. Like it was crawling inside of your grief. Tasting it. Cataloguing the cracks. Your knees almost buckled, but you remained standing. Then, it stepped forward. Or at least that’s what you thought it might’ve done. You didn’t see it move, but suddenly it was right there in front of you. Just at the edge of the circle’s ward. The chalk line of it sizzled.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t breathe. Instead, you lifted your chin and set your jaw. And you met its gaze, locking eyes with the absence of everything.

--- For anyone curious, the Latin in this chapter should translate to, "Faceless shadow, I summon you! Through my pain, through my blood, I call you! Come into the body, come into form, come into death!" But I don't speak Latin. Don't come after me if the translation is wrong! Blame Google! 🤣

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You’re Mine: Chapter 20 - Christopher Reed X Reader

Summary: You’re Chairman Go’s omega granddaughter who knew and dated alpha Christopher Reed as a teenager when you lived in the US, well aware of his yandere tendencies and accepted it. You lost contact but reunited due to various chairmen of different countries agreeing to an experiment to pair high-ranking alphas with high-ranking omegas in hopes to produce more Hunter based families. Reed came back for you and utilized his rank to make sure you’re his chosen omega for the project. Adventures of alpha yandere!Reed and his omega.

Warning: Unrepentant yandere!Reed. Obsessiveness. Possessiveness. Overprotectiveness. Manipulation. Acceptance of yandere behavior by reader. Sexual Situations

Words: 6k

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“I swear, you better be thankful I lasted the night,” Christopher snarled as he stormed into your cottage, still seething. You followed chastened, your hands clasped together, feeling anxious.

You didn’t expect your friends to say fuck it and actually hug you near the end. You knew Christopher was ready to explode as you smelled like another alpha that wasn't your grandfather or your best friend. The panicked look you and Jinchul exchanged before you were dragged out after you said goodbye to the other three said it all when you three were leaving. You texted him that you were fine once you got into the car as Christopher had continued to seethe as he drove the two of you home, but you knew Jinchul was probably still fretting, again. Your poor best friend was going to have a heart attack one of these days because of you. You were actually surprised he hadn’t had one yet with your track record of getting into trouble.

“You owe me big time for this,” Christopher continued growling. He was incensed.

“I am, thank you, alpha! And I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” you chirped as you watched him come back closer to you. You just needed to act cute and submissive, and hopefully he wouldn’t go crazier than he was at the moment. But honestly, Christopher actually did great tonight and didn’t lose his shit even though you knew he was a split second away from attacking someone. Him being mad right now was proof of that, and that he loved you so much that he managed to hold himself back from launching himself at Baek and his pack. Christopher primarily hated Baek right now. Choi knew better than to hug you knowing that he was going to see Christopher again compared to the others. Smart man.

Your mate merely wrapped an arm around you and hauled you up over his shoulder, your arms and legs dangling, as he headed to the bathroom. He set you down gently. “Get undressed, then get in the bath,” he ordered you sternly as he set it all up. You didn’t even argue and did as told. You took off your clothes and the hair accessories used to style your hair and slipped into the bath as soon as it was ready.

You started scrubbing your body as soon as you got into the tub to try to get off any scent that wasn’t yours or his (since his scent would always stay with you as his official mate) as Christopher slid in behind you still growling about how there were alpha and omega scents on you. He truly hated both secondary genders with very few exceptions—literally four exceptions, and that was Jinchul, your deceased mothers, and your deceased grandmother. He tolerated the rest of your familial pack. But that was it. He hated the rest. Christopher was glad his unofficial pack was made up of betas excluding the two of you. If he had to deal with another alpha or omega putting their scent on you by touching you that wasn’t part of your familial pack, he was going to lose it regardless of if you got upset or not. This was it. He was done tolerating any shenanigans of alphas and omegas who thought they were entitled to touching you.

It didn’t take you long, to Christopher’s relief, before the sickening scents were finally off you. That was when Christopher could finally relax. He buried his head into the junction of your neck, his canines out and gently biting into your mating mark. You stayed in that position until he pulled back half a minute later, laving at the mark with his tongue to clear up any blood. Mating marks bled very little when the mate was the one to bite into it, but it still bled as something sharp was still being inserted into your skin.

“You can do it again when we’re in my nest,” you said as you turned your head and kissed his shoulder, trying to calm him down more. You wanted to comfort him. He did really well today because you could feel his frustration mounting as the day went on yet he didn’t lose control. “I’m really proud of you. You did great today, alpha.” Christopher hummed in response, still a bit agitated, but soothed for the moment at your words.

The two of you finished bathing and got ready for bed. Before long, the two of you were in your nest, cuddled close, spooning. His canines were back biting into your mating mark as his arm was wrapped firmly around you with you being a little higher than you normally were against him, so he could have easier access to your neck without needing to bend his head down over you so much. You stayed still for him. When he was gentle with biting into your mark, it barely stung. After a while, he took his canines out and made sure you weren’t bleeding anymore before he rolled you both until he was pinning you down with you staring up at him, his body pressing down on yours making sure you didn’t move out from under him.

“Never again, omega. Never,” Christopher growled at you. You could tell he was getting riled up again. He nearly lost his shit today. First, he had to deal with others getting their scents on you from the beginning when your omega friends hugged you. Then he had to deal with everyone coming up to the both of you when he hated other people to begin with. And the worst of them all, another alpha, and the two omegas again, putting their hands on you via hugging you and getting their scents on you. Baek was lucky he didn’t lunge forward to take him out. Mated or not, he wasn’t an alpha he approved of, so he shouldn’t have hugged you. He shook slightly in a rage at those thoughts.

“I’m sorry, alpha,” you apologized. While you wouldn’t promise that nothing like that would happen again, you were apologetic that he was so riled up because of it. You didn’t like seeing him this irritated either. You watched as he took several deep breaths, trying to calm down, recognizing that he could take it too far if he didn’t stop himself from getting riled up at that instant like last time. He didn’t want a repeat of it. At least he kept trying for you. You and your omega really appreciated it.

“Why do so many people want to bother you?” He was extremely frustrated by it.

You sweatdropped at that question, staring up at him with a wide-eyed innocent look, baring your throat a little more to him, trying to manipulate him a little more so he wouldn’t lose it. But you replied, “Because they like me? And they’re not bothering me; they’re bothering you.”

“Same thing,” he grumbled. He knew you were right, but fuck, if only alphas and omegas would stay the hell away from you. You fought hard to not roll your eyes. That would get him more irritated.

“Alpha, I don’t hate people like you do, and they like me back too. But we’re home now, and we’re leaving for our forever home in two days. Everything will be fine.”

Christopher let out a frustrated sigh. “This is why I hate leaving our mansion.” For once, the tone of his voice had a whiny pitch to it. He was relieved that you two only had a couple more days before you and he were back home in the states, but he was so frustrated with how casual everyone was with you. He never had to deal with this when you all were younger because he kept nearly everyone away from you. While he enjoyed the time he spent with you here in Korea, he wanted to go home already. He wanted to show off the mansion that he built with you in mind. He wanted you to set up a nest within his den of a mansion so that the two of you could be in it together. He just wanted you to be in yours and his home where you had always belonged together with him.

You patted him gently on his chest since he was still pinning you down in your nest. You didn’t mind. You just wanted him to feel better. You leaned forward and bit him where you bit him last time when the two of you officially mated. He grunted at your bite, but you felt him start to relax more. He still thought it was adorable whenever you wanted to mark him even if it doesn’t stay. You let go from biting him and purred knowing that he was calming down.

Christopher fell to the side and wrapped you in his arms. The vibrations from your purring felt comforting as you two were front to front. He nuzzled the top of your head with his cheek, his embrace becoming tighter but gave you enough room so you weren’t hurt by it. You maneuvered your hand to scratch at his scalp causing him to rumble in contentment. Your head scratch felt nice. “I love you, my darling mate,” he said to you sweetly before he continued rumbling.

Your own purring stopped for a moment to reply, “I love you too, my handsome mate.” The two of you continued resting against each other, wrapped in each other’s arms, and that’s how the both of you eventually fell asleep. Crisis averted.

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It was a good night. You didn’t have any night terrors nor bad dreams, which was a great relief to you. You were sick of having nightmares, and so was Christopher for that matter. You were happy that the imprint bond was helping you recover faster. Mating with Christopher was the best decision of your life despite how unhinged he could be.

Christopher had his tongue messily trying to shove itself down your throat as he thrusted meanly into your cunt. You arched your back, whimpering in pleasure as you sucked gently on his tongue. Your pussy was molded to the shape of his cock, sucking his cock in like you never wanted him outside of it. You clenched your walls around his cock causing him to moan, his hand darting to your hair and grabbing a handful of your hair and fisting it, bringing your head closer to him. You cried out into his mouth, unintentionally bucking, so that his cock went even deeper in you.

His mouth parted from yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept repeating as you kept bucking your hips, matching his thrusts. “That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he told you as he grinded against your pussy, cock reaching deep into you, and you grinded back. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly, head tilted back as you gave into the pleasure he was giving you, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips. Christopher took advantage of your position to attach his lips to your neck and sucked hard making you moan continuously. He laid hickies in his wake. You clutched onto his broad shoulders, nails digging in, making him let out a choked-out groan.

“Please, please! Wanna come!” you moaned out, voice higher than normal. Christopher pulled back from sucking on your neck to wrap a hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, letting you feel a slight tightening around your neck at the same time he kept slamming his cock fully into you. You squealed as you came, slick squirting from your pussy onto his abdomen and the bed. His eyes glowed blue, pupils dilated as he watched you fall apart on him again.

He threw your legs over his shoulders in a mating press and thrusted harshly into you. “So pretty, my pretty mate,” he crooned to you as he continued thrusting into you, a stark contrast to his rough rhythm. You whimpered as he pounded into your pussy, not stopping. He didn’t want to stop. You took him so well even after you came.

“Only you. You’re the only one for me. You were made for me,” he moaned out as his cock throbbed, his knot starting to swell. He was going to come soon. “My omega. My imprint. Only mine,” he and his alpha moaned again. With that, he thrusted one more time before his fat knot plugged your cunt, tying the two of you together as he came in you with another deep moan, painting your insides white. He thrusted lightly still, so as not to hurt either of you, riding out the lightheaded high as pleasure shot through him.

Christopher wrapped you in his arms, panting, exceedingly happy to be with you. You chirped at him nearly out of breath, running a hand through his hair that had been sticking to his forehead from sweating from having sex. Once the two of you gathered your bearings a little, he pecked you repeatedly on your lips in response making you giggle. You loved when he did that, and he knew it. Just one more day and the both of you would be home where you would be with him forever. He chuffed at the thought. He and his alpha honestly couldn’t wait for you to be in his den. You looked at him curiously.

“I’m happy that we’ll finally be starting our lives together in America,” he answered your inquisitive look.

“I guess you miss home too. You have been here for almost a month,” you mused. While you were sad to leave Korea, you knew Christopher was relieved to be going back to America. He wouldn’t need to deal with people majority of the time unlike here where he was constantly going with you to see others for your sake.

“I want you home with me,” he said. “I’d be happy as long as you were by my side, but I’d like it even more if you were in the home I made for us.”

“We’re almost there,” you said. That was so sweet of him to say to you. You leaned up to give him a chaste kiss. He nuzzled your cheek with his after. It was his turn to run his fingers through your hair. You sighed happily, giving a small chirp.

Before long, the two of you separated and went to take a shower. You had breakfast with your grandfather in half an hour, so you two had to rush, which meant no bath. You barely got ready in time and headed to the main house with Christopher following in tow. Christopher was once more disappointed to see the hickies on your neck disappear. He’d have his way once you were settled in your mansion, and your neck would be completely covered in his markings.

You two entered the main house and like normal, your grandfather was already sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Jinchul was also there looking like he was doing some work, which he probably was. He had taken off all afternoon just to stay by your side during the party. You weren’t surprised that he showed up this morning. Christopher did freak the both of you out last night, and knowing your best friend, he needed reassurance that you were okay even if it was against your own mate. Both Gunhee and Jinchul looked up upon your arrival.

“Hello, my dear,” Gunhee greeted you as you gave him his kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, grandpa! Hi, Jinchul!” you chirped. You were in a good mood after yours and Christopher’s quickie this morning. Christopher smirked knowing what made you so happy this morning.

Jinchul smiled at you, expression a bit off, and looked you over carefully, trying to see if you were okay. He needed to know how you were after last night. He saw how pissed Christopher was and couldn’t help but worry. Even though he knew that Christopher wouldn’t do anything irreversibly horrible to you, you still belonged to him in a way that Christopher could never be, and Jinchul took his role as your caring alpha type seriously. Someone needed to look out for you, including against your mate. But what was he going to do when he had to leave you behind in America? The helplessness of him not going to be there for you in America was eating away at him causing his chest to feel tight. He made it look like he was fixing his tie for a moment as the negative thoughts were starting to take over.

“You alright?” you asked him when you went to his side to say hello, giving him a hug as he stood up.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” You stared up at him, frowning. Jinchul smelled a bit sad to you, and his face looked more stressed out than normal, which was saying something because you stressed him out many times before but not quite like this.

“I had a bit of a rough sleep last night,” he told you. It was the truth but just not the full truth. The truth was, you were his pack, but now he had to let you go. It made him sick as the realization was sinking in faster than he wanted. Everything between the two of you was entirely platonic, but you were still his little omega for almost ten years. Well, not anymore, and that hurt more than he thought it would. Selfishly, in a way, he was glad that you didn’t end up with Sung, but now you belonged to another alpha that wasn’t him, and his own alpha was howling in despair at the thought of losing you. Quietly, he thought it would be the two of you until the end. Jinchul pulled away from your hug at that thought.

You winced. “I’m sorry,” you apologized to him. You knew part of it was because of what happened last night at the end of the party. There was no denying that Christopher was pissed, since he had been, and Jinchul saw that.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously, what’s wrong? You’re acting off.” You frowned, staring at him with your hands on your hips.

“Am I?” he asked as he gently began to push you towards your seat next to Christopher.

“Yeah, your answers are short and rather curt.”

It was his turn to apologize, “I’m sorry.”

You had your head turn to keep squinting at him as he led you to your seat. Christopher raised an eyebrow at the two of you, and even Gunhee was looking curiously at you two. “We’re talking about this later.”

“And if I don’t want to talk about it?” Jinchul formed it as a teasing question, trying to throw you off. He didn’t want to talk about it, honestly. He didn’t want to talk about losing you to another alpha across the world. He didn’t even like it when you were trying to be with Sung. He just didn’t want to lose you. Jinchul had always secretly been possessive over you, especially over the years as the two of you spent more time together. He never felt threatened by another alpha when it came to you because he knew you’d choose him over any of them including Sung if he pushed the matter, which he honestly should have had in hindsight. But he wanted you to be able to have the mate and family you wanted, so he didn’t argue when you had decided to chase Sung. But now you were already mated with Christopher even if you told him you wanted to wait a few years before introducing pups into the mix, especially with Christopher’s temperament that you wanted to get used to again. Jinchul clenched his jaw as he turned away from you. It was for the best that you left for America, but he was going to miss you dearly, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You sent him a searching look, but all of it was interrupted when Jaejoong entered the room with the food, and Jinchul hurriedly went back to his seat and put his work things aside for the moment, so you all could eat with more space, and so food wouldn’t accidentally get on his paperwork. Christopher reached over and squeezed your hand, looking down at you with his head tilted ever so slightly in Jinchul’s direction. He had been watching the interaction between you and your best friend. You gave him a weak smile and a shrug, your earlier good mood slowly going away. You had no idea what that was about either. You knew it was more than what happened last night with his reactions, but Jinchul didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it.

Your best friend rarely kept secrets from you because you didn’t like it, and Jinchul spoiled you by telling you whatever the secret was eventually when you would keep badgering him to tell you. Hell, there were even no work secrets between the two of you primarily because you two had worked together and had the same level of clearance. You and your omega were worried about the alpha who took such great care of you before Christopher was able to come back for you. You loved Jinchul a lot, and you didn’t want him to feel sad. You had caught a small whiff of sadness emanating from him, and you were worried.

Christopher narrowed his eyes at Jinchul who was steadfastly not looking in yours or his direction. He had an inkling as to what that was about. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. That was a conversation he needed to have with your best friend. How fun. Not.

The four of you ate breakfast. You were talking to Christopher about the drama the two of you were watching while Jinchul and your grandfather were discussing some new gate that happened recently that Ma’s guild took out. It didn’t take long before all of you finished and Jaejoong came back around to clean up.

“Well, I’ll head off early,” Jinchul said, getting up from his seat, trying his best to get out of a talk with you. Unfortunately for him, your mate wasn’t standing for it. Christopher quickly stood up at the same time, and before you knew it, he grabbed Jinchul by his dress shirt’s collar and was hauling him off towards your cottage. “What the–?”

“Chris, what?!” you yelped out as Jinchul flailed for a moment, trying to regain his balance. You made to move to go towards them, but Christopher shot you a look for you to stay, and you froze and slowly sat back down.

Gunhee jumped up. “What the hell are you doing?” he roared at your mate. The audacity of that damn alpha was really getting to him.

“He and I need to have a chat. Don’t worry, he’ll come back safe and sound,” Christopher said dryly as he dragged Jinchul out the backdoor. “It’ll be quick. Omega, stay here.” Your grandfather didn’t look reassured and charged towards Christopher, but your mate was even quicker as he slammed the door in your grandfather’s face. Your grandfather barely stopped in time to not slam into the door and then whirled around to face you, but faltered at the sight of you looking so bewildered.

“What is going on?” your grandfather asked you. He was desperate to know what was going on out of worry towards Jinchul. He was tempted to chase after the two again, but he wouldn’t put it past your mate to lock your cottage so he’d have to destroy it to get in. He had to trust that Reed wouldn’t hurt Jinchul, or destroy your home. Why the hell did your mate always put him in such stupid dilemmas?

“Honestly, I’m not quite sure. He’s not going to hurt Jinchul though like he said. You know that. He’s literally the only alpha I’ve known Chris to like, and that includes both of our fathers. And I’d be extremely angry if he did,” you answered, yet still looking worriedly in the direction of your cottage. “How long until you two have to actually leave?” You were thinking about what Christopher would possibly want to talk to Jinchul about with just the two of them.

Gunhee quickly checked the time before directing his attention also towards the direction of your cottage. “We have about twenty minutes.”

“If they’re not back in fifteen minutes, I’ll go get them,” you said, still staring at the backdoor. “But I think we should just let this play out. I’m sure nothing harmful will happen. Chris knows better than to do anything to Jinchul.”

“Are you sure he won’t do anything to him?” Gunhee turned to look at you doubtfully. He didn’t want to leave his assistant in the hands of your mate, but it was a known fact that Reed seemed to favor Jinchul for whatever reason. No one from Korea understood why Jinchul was somehow favored by your crazily overprotective mate. Choi was particularly annoyed about it while Baek was a bit jealous.

“I’m sure. He knows I’d never forgive him if he deliberately hurts Jinchul.” That soothed your grandfather and caused him to walk back to the dining table. Christopher would never endanger his bond with you like that. You were confident that Christopher wouldn’t harm Jinchul. It was a matter of what he was going to talk to Jinchul about that had you worried. Jinchul wasn’t Sean who could get back at your mate besides emotional damage to you should something happen to him, so you hoped that was enough to deter your alpha. Jinchul had to rely on the fact that he was your best friend of nearly a decade and that you two were extremely attached to one another. “This happened once before, and it turned out fine. I think Chris just needs to know where Jinchul stands on things. I think he also wants to find out why Jinchul wasn’t himself this morning too since it was bothering me.” Your grandfather made a sound of acknowledgement, and the two of you sat back down at the table awaiting the return of your best friend and your alpha mate.

Jaejoong peeked into the dining room from the kitchen, but the two of you told him it was fine, so he went back to doing the chores, keeping an eye out in case he was needed.

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Christopher continued dragging Jinchul until the both of them were in your cottage’s living room.

“What are you doing?” Jinchul questioned as he got his bearings from being dragged. He fixed his clothes. When you said ‘talk about this later’, he didn’t think he’d be talking with your mate later instead of you. “What’s this about?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Christopher drawled out. “Jealous, are you? That my omega is no longer yours.” Christopher goaded him.

Jinchul’s left eye twitched. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he denied it even if it was the truth.

Christopher stared at him for a moment causing Jinchul to fidget under the intense gaze of the national hunter. “My omega is coming home with me. You’re not keeping her anymore.” He watched as Jinchul froze, looking caught off guard the more Christopher said something to him. Christopher knew he was extremely paranoid, but he definitely knew he was right on the nose with his accusations against Jinchul.

“What are you talking about?” Jinchul couldn’t help but stutter out, looking uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. He fixed his tie trying to ground himself. He knew there was no way out of this conversation, and that things were about to get very uncomfortable. How the hell did your mate read him so well?

“I’ve been in this position before only once with her old best friend. I knew you were a lot like him with the way you took care of her even if that was his mate’s specialty. You hovered over her like you knew she would choose you, but that’s not the case with me, is it? Sean was also possessive over her from the first time they met,” Christopher began, staring Jinchul down, “he didn’t want her to be with me, so he could keep being the one she turned to even if they had only met three weeks beforehand. It was all platonic since he liked Julia; just like it's platonic for you.” Christopher knew he had figured it out with the shocked look that overcame Jinchul’s face. “Yeah, thought so,” he scoffed.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Jinchul stood up straighter. He wasn’t necessarily afraid of your mate even though he knew he was physically powerless against him. The only thing he knew he could use against Reed was that hurting him meant hurting you, and Reed knew it too. Sean may have had blackmail material to fight Reed with, but Jinchul had the ultimate emotional blackmail to use against him. Jinchul won the jackpot with that, which made it harder for Reed to do anything outright to him, so he hadn’t bothered. It made you beyond happy that he wasn’t so against Jinchul anyway. Just like with Sean, you didn’t particularly care if Reed didn’t get along with others, as long as he got along with the ones closest to you, it was fine. Now, it was Jinchul in that position. “Why are you confronting me about it when I wasn’t planning on doing anything?”

“Did you know she asked her grandfather if you would be willing to move to America to be with her?” Christopher suddenly asked him. He also wouldn’t have put it past you to want to kidnap Jinchul. Sean had influenced you quite a bit when you were younger that kidnapping your loved ones was a bit of a blasé feeling now rather than caring that kidnapping your loved ones was not a good thing.

Jinchul froze at that, gaze softening at the thought of you wanting to take him with you to America. He wanted to, but he knew he had obligations here in Korea that he couldn’t just abandon. “No, I didn’t.” His voice was quieter.

“She’s attached to you in a way that only one other person had been, and that’s Sean. You’ll meet him when you go to America with us, and then you’ll understand. You want to know why I don’t care if you’re attached to her or not, you’ll have your answer then,” Christopher told him. He honestly didn’t care that you were attached to Jinchul in the same way he eventually allowed Sean to remain by your side while you had been in America. Both Jinchul and Sean (and Julia and Jordan) in the end knew their places in your life, and that he would always be the priority as your imprinted mate. You and he literally couldn’t escape that particular biological function, much to Christopher’s satisfaction, especially now that you could feel the bond between the two of you. “Talk to her or not about it, it’s up to you. But figure your shit out before you actually hurt her, because if you don’t, then I will hurt you,” Christopher threatened him.

Jinchul winced at that. “I don’t want to tell her anything, but I’ll make it so she knows I’m not mad at her or anything,” he replied.

“Good, now let’s get back before they really start freaking out.” Christopher rolled his eyes at the thought of your grandfather trying to stop them earlier. Jinchul merely nodded, and the two left back from the main house.

You and your grandfather perked up at hearing the backdoor opening. Jinchul walked in first looking fine overall, but his expression was pensive. Christopher walked in like he didn’t just kidnap your best friend for the last ten minutes. Gunhee quickly went to Jinchul who told him that he was fine. You went to Christopher and poked him in the chest. You went to say something, but he spoke first.

“Say goodbye to your grandfather and best friend, omega,” was the only thing he said to you at that moment. You raised an eyebrow at him, but turned on your heel to say goodbye to them before they left for work. You gave your grandfather a hug, and Jinchul gave you a hug and held you tightly to him for a little while longer than he normally did. You snuggled back against your best friend feeling happier that he seemed a little more at ease even if more contemplative. Gunhee eyed Christopher suspiciously while Jinchul gave him a nod before the two departed for the Hunter’s Association.

“What was that about?” you asked Christopher as the two of you headed back to your cottage. You walked in followed by your mate. You carefully looked around your living area, and it looked like nothing happened.

“Just something I needed to talk to him about. Same thing that happened with Sean,” Christopher answered you. You looked at him uneasily, and he ruffled your hair in response.

“Hey!” you cried out as he messed up your hair.

“Don’t worry about it. Jinchul is fine. It’s not something that he’ll admit to you anyway.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what it sounded like.” Christopher deadpanned at you.

“Why are you having secrets with my best friend?” You were indignant. This was seriously a replay of what happened between him and Sean. Like what the hell was it that caused your mate to have to have these secret conversations with the people you had claimed as your best friends?

“Think of it as a man-to-man chat if you need to. But I’d drop it instead of bothering him about it.” That was the only mercy Christopher was allowing Jinchul about the whole situation. He’d keep it a secret because you honestly didn’t need to know. The alpha and beta best friends of yours could never admit to you that they felt possessive over you. It was one thing for Christopher to be possessive over you as your mate; it was another thing that your best friends felt possessive too. Honestly, it weirdly reassured Christopher more than anything because he knew those two would throw caution to the wind to do whatever it took to protect you, and he could get behind that. Sean was especially merciless, then adding in Julia’s tendency to instigate a more vicious response from Sean if it meant protecting you, it made for some truly nasty consequences towards those who tried to hurt you. That’s why some of the rumors surrounding Sung and Cha got so nasty to begin with. He approved.

You groaned at his response. You were both curious and worried about what the two of them could possibly talk about that they couldn’t just discuss in front of you and your grandfather. “That’s not fair! He tells me his secrets.”

“I’m sure there’s some he hasn’t told you. But I swear to you that he’s fine. He’ll just miss you when he has to leave you behind in America,” Christopher said, trying to soothe your curiosity, but not telling you exactly what went on during the conversation. He didn’t like how winded up you were getting about what just happened.

“Oh,” you said simply. You were still apprehensive about their private conversation, but it was clear neither was going to tell you what was said. Sean had refused to say anything about his conversation with Christopher even though you bugged him for three years to tell you. You doubt he’d tell you even now or twenty years from now. You were also sad about leaving Jinchul behind because you would really miss him, so you knew Christopher was telling the truth that he would miss you. Jinchul had been there for you for almost a decade, and not having your family pack with you had you feeling a bit morose too, and it seemed like you weren’t the only one. You really wished Jinchul could come with you and stay with you forever.

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A/N: Jinchul is spiraling a little himself. It’s true that you would choose Jinchul every time, unless it involved Chris or your grandfather. Then you would choose Chris every time, then your grandfather, and then Jinchul. Jinchul has been trying to be a supportive best friend, but it’s hard on him. If Chris didn’t come back into your life, you actually would’ve just said fuck it and became a platonic power couple with Jinchul because you knew you could rely on Jinchul, and he wanted you by his side anyway to make sure he could take care of you. Neither of you were interested in romance once Sung was out of the way all the way up to Christopher returning into your life. You couldn’t handle losing him or Chris, so Jinchul promised you a great friendship that the two of you could be happy with. You, Gunhee, and work were pretty much the only things Jinchul cared about.

I wasn’t going this route at the end, but somehow it ended up happening. I hope it wasn’t too out of character for Jinchul, though it probably was, but I really liked the scene in the end. I originally had the reader talking to Jinchul, but Chris took over as always. Jinchul is becoming more obvious of a platonic!yandere at this point, which wasn’t going to happen, but somehow ended up happening. You’re also rather codependent with Jinchul, mostly because he made it that way, so you’d rely on him more than anyone else.

I also wanted to mention that I watched the anime and read a little of the manhwa (which is why I know Reed lol), so my characterization of Andre and Liu might especially be off when they enter the story, but probably why the other characters might be OOC as well. I read the wikis on everyone to try to keep most in character, but just forewarning. Probably should’ve mentioned it earlier. I apologize.

Next chapter they leave for America! I wonder how you all will react on the flight there!

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somedudenamedanthony · 3 days ago

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KPop Demon Hunters AU: Jinu Is Rumi's Father

Points In Canon that inspired this:

Jinu is a Demon

Rumi's father is a Demon

Jinu is confused about how it's possible

Rumi is constantly told not to think about her father by Celene

Jinu has angst about leaving behind his family

Rumi's mother died and she doesn't know her father

Jinu and Rumi have a supernatural connection between them

Shipping a 22 year old with a 400 year old is creepy. Like did we all just forget the half your age plus 7 rule?

Alternate Universe:

Juni and his Demons would battle against the group of Hunters, (i do not remember their names), and overtime one of the member named Ryu would try to take a softer approach and speak with Jinu, eventually forming a romance between the two of them as they opened up, and later Ryu fell pregnant.

The Hunters never approved much of Ryu and Jinu's relationship, with their leader, Celine, completely blowing up at Ryu when the news came out. This fight pushed Ryu to break things off with Jinu and take a break from being a Hunter.

Eventually, the day came that Rumi was born, and Ryu died in childbirth, leading to Rumi being raised by Celine and forced to hide her Demon Marks.

Rumi grows to become a Hunter, creating the band Huntr/x alongside her friends Mira and Zoey. But things aren't all they seem, as her marks are growing more and more visible and eventually a boy band named Saja Boys pops up and begins slowly taking their place in popularity.

The Saja Boys are Demons, lead by none other than Jinu. The Hunters naturally follow them, and during the struggle Rumi's clothes are destroyed, revealing her markings to him. Naturally, Jinu is confused. A Hunter cannot be a Demon. Yet, he still helps her hide her marks from her group, in some way he subconsciously cares for her.

Later, walking away from the fight, he questions it more. Memories return to Jinu, of him leaving behind his mother and sister, of arguing with Ryu.

And despite it all, despite Gwi-Ma's voice in his ears, Jinu still sends a message to Rumi, and they begins speaking with one another, revealing their pasts and their fears, and growing closer, when an important part of their stories collide. The Hunter, Ryu. Rumi's mother. Jinu's lover.

And they're family, Jinu is Rumi's father.

This leads Rumi further in her goal of saving Jinu, and brings Jinu even more anxiety about the people he left behind. Rumi wants her dad in her life, wants to strip him of the Demons she fears and wants to get rid of, while also questioning all she knew of demons. Gwi-Ma continues to manipulate Jinu, making Jinu feel as if he's never going to be able to truly be Rumi's dad, that he would abandon or hurt her at the end and it's best to not try.

So he betrays her, just like he always does, reveals her secret to the world and leaves. Rumi is broken, and in her pain seeks Celine out, seeks the parents she lost.

But it doesn't work, Celine doesn't understand her, nobody does, not like her dad did. The man who embraced her marks and taught her how to control her Demon self.

This has to change.

So, when the final battle comes as Gwi-Ma begins taking over the world, Rumi steps up, her scars showing brighter as ever, as she calls for her father past the Demon's control, knowing that if they work together, they can win.

And at the end, with Gwi-Ma gone, the Saja Boys are freed, and stand proudly with Huntr/x. Jinu and Rumi embrace one another.

"I'm proud of you, kiddo"

"I love you, dad"

#kpop demon hunters #kpdh #huntr/x #saja boys #rumi kpdh #jinu kpdh #kpdh au #Juni is Rumi's father AU

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amellderiva · 16 hours ago

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Six Songs Soundtrack

Awww, you're kind as always @auroraderiva (almost tagged the wrong account), and you have excellent timing, I was kinda already working on this post, lol. 💕💕💕

RULES: Make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

1. Event that defines your characters past

Now would you pray before you twist the knife? Yeah, would you take my hand and take a life? I'm too damn young to give up on the light I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness I'm just a man, I'm only flesh and bone I can't bring it back on everything I've done And now there's no one else left to love I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness

2. How others see them

Pretty little devil, liar deceiver False prophet, blood wicked, ain't no preacher I feel the devil all around ya purgin' The devils all around ya feel him lurkin'

Bless those you cursed Bless those you hurt Death to your sin Gather the church

3. How your character sees themselves

It's alright to scream I'm screaming too Why'd you think I do the things I do? For shadows haunted me like ghosts So I became what I feared the most

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

I'd walk through hell on living feet for you

I would burn the world to bring some heat to you

5. A major fight scene

That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge, face up

'Cause you're a natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world

(was debating hard between this or Little Girl Gone)

6. End credits

When you get older, plainer, saner Will you remember all the danger we came from? Burnin' like embers, falling tender Longing for the days of no surrender, years ago And will you know?

I'm tagging @depmode @litchigaming @ in the hopes that haven't yet done it, and honestly anyone else who'd like to do it :3

#oc game #tag game #six songs soundtrack #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the dark urge #durge #my tav #oc: niamh

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cowardlybean · 9 months ago

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woe, doodles be upon ye

#could you tell I watched hxh. CRAZY THAT IT HAS SO MANY OF MY FAVORITE TROPES #I’m not allowed to talk about it though bc I’ll spoil my friend. Hi dips. Otherwise my Kite art would be in this one #also wow. Mario fanart!!#NEVER make paper with seaweed worst mistake of my life. I did put Mario horror game art on it but overall terrible experience personally #and of course. Mob psycho takes up the most room. I’m still here folks you can’t make me leave #ok tags now #cowardly draws #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #dimple #mp100 dimple #reigen arataka #Teruki hanazawa #see there’s technically context to the flowey ones that make it not undertale but feel free to tag that if you wish #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh pitou #gon freecss #btw my favorites are kite pitou and gon. Which is really obvious I bet #super mario #mario bros #mario the music box #mtmb #shoutout to ollie bandtrees for telling me about that one #I totally didn’t spend hours trying to get every ending #DEAR LORD THESE TAGS ARE A YAPFEST #erm. if you made it this far congrats on getting through my deranged rambles????

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lpsgirl109 · 3 months ago

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Here's a fun one. What's that one ship that looking back, was truly not that bad, or not even bad at all, but you never allowed yourself to really get into it because everyone around you viscerally hated it

#Ill go first #Gonna get shot 57 times for saying Huntlow but. Those two were truly just Fine and I denounce every bad thing I've said about them #I got put off most Hunter ships in 2022 cause people fighting about them was just exhausting to me. Ended up making my own guy to pair with #him cause I didnt wanna deal with it #But man. I probably would've actually gotten into some of them if I didnt have an entire fandom im my ear yelling about why all of them suc #Anyway this is my public apology to Huntlow. You guys are actually kinda cool. Sorry everyone cared more about making up fake reasons to #shoot you down instead of just leaving you be or giving you a chance #also sorry some of your fandom is kinda weird.

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yzzart · 3 months ago

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⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content and part two is here!

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

#dante #dante sparda #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante x you #dante sparda x reader #devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry netflix

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dollgxtz · 5 months ago

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When Pleasure Calls

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In the middle of sex, Sylus gets a business call...only he decides he doesn't want to stop ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, humiliation, use of evol, use of petnames like kitten, oneshot

AN: Okay so this is loosely based on a tweet I saw and it literally wouldn't leave my brain until I wrote it....so here we are. I figured the best way to end my break and start being more active again was to start writing all the fics that won't leave my head. Enjoy!

Sylus was balls deep inside you, each thrust a raw, primal connection that left you both breathless. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mixing with his low groans, creating a rhythm that was all your own. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, keeping you both locked in the moment, lost to everything but each other.

It had been an entire week since you’d spent any real time together—a week that felt more like a year. Sylus didn’t waste a second making up for the lost time. What started as an innocent cuddle on his bed, his arm lazily slung over your waist, quickly shifted into something else entirely. One minute, he was tracing slow circles on your back, murmuring something about how much he’d missed you, and the next, the air between you thickened, charged with unspoken need.

Somehow, without either of you meaning to, that easy closeness morphed into a full-blown, heated mess of tangled limbs and stolen breaths. His lips found yours, first soft and teasing, then hungry and demanding, as if he needed to make up for every second you’d been apart. Before long, the room was filled with the sound of muffled laughter, whispered names, and the quiet creak of the mattress as you lost yourselves in each other.

His hands roamed over you with a possessive tenderness, fingers tracing the curves of your body, memorizing the lines anew with every pass. The weight of him above you was a comforting pressure, a grounding force as you surrendered to the tide of sensation, every thrust a wave that built the pleasure higher and higher, threatening to crash over you.

"Nghn, right there! Don't stop, please..." you pleaded, your voice hoarse with desire, your fingers digging into his muscular frame as if your life depended on it. Sylus, attuned to your every need, knew he had found that sweet spot within you, that spongy, pleasure-laden tissue that sent sparks of delight through your body.

Just as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy, the sharp ring of his phone cut through the air like a knife, slicing through the intimate atmosphere. You froze, your eyes widening as you glanced at the illuminated screen, the unfamiliar contact name confirming your suspicion—one of Sylus's business associates.

Sylus sighed, his brow furrowing as he eyed the screen with a mix of annoyance and detachment. "I can call them back later. I’m busy right now."

That’s when it hit you—the mission. The Hunters Association’s urgent directive to recover the stolen protocore, traded away through shady backchannels. You had completely forgotten about it until now. The urgency surged through you like a jolt of electricity. Without thinking, you grabbed his arm. "Didn’t you say you were expecting a call about the protocore? This could be it. I need that lead for the Association. Answer it," you urged, your voice firm despite the sharp look Sylus threw your way.

He blinked, then smirked, the kind that was equal parts amused and incredulous. "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to my kitten barking orders at me," he said, his tone dripping with lazy charm. But to your relief, he reached for the phone anyway. "Alright, boss. Consider it a favor."

He pressed the screen and lifted it to his ear. His voice dropped into that cool, no-nonsense register you’d heard a dozen times before.

"Speak."

The man on the other end began to speak and you realized Sylus was still halfway inside you. Thinking the fun was over for now, you started to move out from under him, ready to let the moment pass. But Sylus wasn't done. His hand pressed you back down against the bed, and before you knew it, he was thrusting into you again, impossibly deeper this time, his cock filling you completely.

You struggled, caught between surprise and arousal, your body pinned beneath his, his cock completely filling you with each powerful thrust. You tried to silently plead for him to stop, embarrassed by the situation, but your words were lost in the quiet moans that escaped your lips as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, trying to will yourself to quiet down.

"I'll only meet tomorrow. That's firm" he said into the phone, his voice steady despite fiercely pounding and stretching your pussy. As if this took zero amount of effort from him. You tried to keep quiet, biting your lip and keeping your hands pressed to your mouth to stop the sounds from escaping, but it was hard. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through you, making it nearly impossible to maintain your composure.

You attempted to scoot back against the bed, seeking respite from the pleasure Sylus was delivering, but your efforts were in vain. With a swift and possessive motion, he wrapped his powerful Evol around your waist, pulling you back onto his cock, sealing your body to his, ensuring you couldn't escape the sensations he was about to unleash.

"Ah...ah..." you panted, your breath coming in short gasps as he thrust deeper, his cock seeking out that sensitive spot within you once more, very determined to bring you right to the edge.

Sylus kept talking, his voice smooth and calm, even as he moved inside you with a fierce rhythm. The phone call was just background noise to you, but you caught snippets of his conversation, the professional tone at odds with what was happening.

"Yes, I understand," he murmured between thrusts, his voice a soothing contrast to the pounding of his cock against your sensitive walls. "No tricks, or foul play. You should know how this goes by now."

You were struggling, trying to focus on anything but the way he was driving you closer to the edge. Each thrust felt like it was pushing you further into a world where nothing else mattered but the heat and friction between you.

Minutes ticked by as this humiliation continued. How much longer could you hold on? How much longer would he torture you like this? The question echoed in your mind, a desperate plea for relief as your body teetered on the brink of finishing.

Sylus's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and desire as he looked down at you, fully aware of the power he held over your pleasure. He knew exactly how close you were, how your body trembled on the precipice of release, and he relished the control he had, maintaining a casual conversation while pushing you to the brink.

A knowing smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the game he was playing—testing your limits, seeing how far he could take you while keeping up the pretense of a casual chat. His eyes held a challenge, daring you to surrender, to let go of your control, even as he kept his voice calm and composed, a stark contrast to the raw passion he was eliciting from your body.

He continued his steady thrusts, his movements purposeful, each one designed to drive you further into a world of pleasure, where resistance was futile, and surrender was the only option. Sylus took pleasure in watching you struggle, your body betraying your attempts to hold on, even as he maintained his casual conversation, a master of this sensual game.

"Yes, that will do," Sylus confirmed, his voice steady, his pace merciless as he continued to thrust into you. "I'll have my men prepare the meeting."

Your response was a muffled moan, your body arching against his, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed you. "Mghn... Ah!" you cried out into your hand, your voice a mixture of surrender and ecstasy, your body trembling on the edge of release, the sensations too powerful to hold back.

Sylus, his body slightly glistening with sweat, paused for a moment, his thrusts slowing as he looked down at you with an intense gaze. His eyes, red and smoldering, held a silent command, a silent invitation for you to surrender completely. A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched you, his expression conveying a clear message:

"Go ahead, cum for me."

The tension inside you coiled tighter, every nerve screaming for release as he begun to pick up the pace once more. You bit down on your hand, trying to keep the sounds from escaping, but it was a losing battle. Sylus's thrusts were unrelenting, each one bringing you closer, until finally, with one last, deep push, he let go, pumping his hot and sticky seed deep into your belly just as he wrapped up his call.

The sensation was too much, too intense to resist. Your body tensed around him, shaking with the force of your orgasm, your muffled moans filling the room as you rode the waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"Alright. See you then," Sylus said, finally hanging up the call. He pulled out slowly, leaving you both breathless and spent, the hum of the conversation now just a memory drowned out by the echo of your shared climax.

You lay there, catching your breath, the remnants of your climax still thrumming through your veins. But as the haze of pleasure began to clear, irritation started to bubble up inside you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shooting Sylus a look that could melt steel.

"Seriously?!"

He caught your gaze and simply chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that only fueled your annoyance. "Oh, don't act like you didn't like it," he said with a grin, clearly amused by your reaction. "How could I ignore a needy kitten in heat for a phone call instead?"

Your glare could have sliced through stone, but he just shrugged, unfazed by your anger. "Besides," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chuckled, "I'm great at multitasking. I just secured you that protocore and made you cum while doing so. Shouldn't you be overjoyed right now?"

Despite your best efforts to hold onto your anger, the corners of your mouth betrayed you, tugging upwards into a reluctant smile. The heat rising to your cheeks was undeniable, a flush that had nothing to do with anger. His laughter was infectious, and before you knew it, you were chuckling too, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Alright, alright," you conceded with a playful roll of your eyes. "I'll forgive you this one time, but don't think this is going to be a regular thing."

Sylus grinned, clearly pleased with your surrender. "Deal," he said, his tone warm and teasing. He moved with that easy confidence of his, leaning down to scoop you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, carrying you towards the bathroom with a tenderness that were a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. His touch was gentle now, a soothing balm to the fire that had raged between you, and you found yourself relaxing into his hold, the last remnants of your irritation melting away as you settled into the comfort of his embrace.

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very-merry-birthday · 18 days ago

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Flirt

Summary: Older!Dean doesn't look at you the way you want him to, but you still like to flirt with him. What happens when you finally push him too far.

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Older!Dean x Younger!Reader (but it's sweet). Reader has tattoos??

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You enjoyed flirting with the Winchesters.

Sam understood your game quickly. Maybe it was because he was younger than his brother, he realized almost immediately that your age plus your looks put older guys on edge.

Whenever you'd meet up on the road, a hunt putting you in the same town, he'd watch as you'd flirt with the bartender, the motel owner, the witness. You'd look back at him, a knowing smile on his face as he watched you get exactly what you wanted.

Everything but Dean. The one man who Sam knew you wanted more than anyone. Dean handled you with kid gloves, constantly on edge around you, making sure you were safe with your perceived vulnerabilities. The rest of the year you were a badass hunter who could take anything on by yourself, but the second Dean was around he couldn't see you as anything but a little kid, one who should be as far from a hunt as possible.

Sam understood your flirting, understood that with others it was just a means to an end, with him it was a joke, and with Dean... well he knew with Dean it couldn't be more genuine. But you just wished Dean could see that, or could even realize you were flirting in the first place.

The moment you'd shown up to the motel, a six pack under your arm, a grin on your face, you knew this occasion would be a lost cause. You'd gotten a black eye one week earlier, a ragaru with a crowbar leaving you with a purple bruise all the way to your temple, and while it was significantly less swollen now, it was still obvious. The second Dean had caught sight of you'd he'd sighed, starting on a lecture about keeping safe while you'd looked to Sam with desperate eyes, seeking an escape.

"Did ya kill it? The ragaru?" Sam cut his brother off.

"Easy." You replied with a wink.

"That's our girl!" Sam pulled you in to a hug, you hadn't seen each other for months and he'd missed your jokes.

You handed him a bottle, along with your bottle opener, and he clicked it open easily before handing the opener back. You outstretched another bottle to Dean who looked down at you with a frosty expression, "Are you even old enough to drink?"

"How old do you think I am exactly?" You pouted out your bottom lip, looking up at him with big eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Dean took the bottle and turned away to open it himself.

You looked over at Sam with a worth a try expression. He shook his head at you, a smile forming across his face at your halfhearted efforts.

"I was in the area, Sam texted, I came running."

"As you always do." Sam laughed.

"Only for you, honey." You sat down on one of the beds, kicking off your shoes in one movement as you tapped the space next to you for Sam to join. He did, taking a seat as you looked back at Dean, a firm expression on his face.

He took a sip from the bottle before speaking again, "So what's your plan? You got somewhere to stay?"

"Nah, Sam's gonna let me share his bed, aren't ya Sammy?"

Sam looked over at you with a grin.

"No chance-" Dean spoke before his brother was able to.

"Oh, you want me to yourself?" You bit the end of you finger, a fiery expression in your eyes.

"I'll get you a room." He placed the bottle down on the side table and left without another word.

You sighed, exasperated, laying down on the bed and staring up at the damp ceiling.

Sam laughed at the sight, "You shouldn't tease him like that."

"I'm not teasing! If he asked, I'd share a bed with him any day- or any night-"

"I'm gonna stop you there- That's my brother you're talking about."

You looked up at him, your façade gone, "Well then, how've you been?"

"Dean's been driving me crazy- he's been driving himself crazy! You need to move into the bunker already! I know I ask every time but I don't think either of us will cope by ourselves for much longer."

"What, so he can keep me locked away never to hunt again? No chance! He barely wanted me on this one did you see his face?"

"He only does it because he cares about you-"

"-He does it because he thinks I'm a kid." You sighed again, sitting back up and taking a swig of Sam's beer. He let you without a second thought.

"And you? How have you been? Keeping out of trouble I hope?"

"God you sound like a dad!" You rolled your eyes, but watched as a pained wince flashed over his face, "Sorry. I've been good, and yes, keeping out of trouble, apart from this!" You pointed back to your black eye.

"It hurting still?" He squinted slightly to get a better look at it.

"Nothing I haven't dealt with before." You touched it lightly, the swelling gone, just a bruised mark left. You looked back at him, remembering your news, "Hey! I almost forgot, I got a new tattoo!"

Sam grinned. Your tattoos weren't obvious, most of them hidden away under layers of clothes, but you'd shown him a few on a drunk night some months ago, and you'd always appreciated how much interest he'd taken in them. Not because they were hot, or because they were in scandalous places, but just because he was genuinely interested.

"Show me then!" He laughed.

You hopped up, hiking up the back of your shirt and tugging your jeans down only slightly to reveal the small of your back, looking back at him over your shoulder to catch his expression.

"Looks sick," he looked between your face and the tattoo, "but I don't get having a tattoo you can't see yourself?"

You let go of your shirt and turned back to him, "Thought I'd give Dean something to look at when he finally decides to bend me over and-"

"Stop right there!" Both of you stared at each other for a moment before breaking out in laughter. The door opened again and Dean stepped in holding a key between his fingers. You both burst out laughing again as you looked over at him.

He looked confused for a second, and then just sighed, holding up the key with an outstretched hand, "You're next door."

You looked over at Sam again with an amused expression, taking beer out of the six pack and picking up your shoes from the floor. You left, grabbing the key from Dean on the way out, looking back at him before he closed the door, "Thanks."

The next day you were up and out as quickly as you could be, not wanting to keep them waiting, or give Dean any excuse to leave you behind. You were already standing by the Impala, still brushing your teeth, as the two men finally left the motel.

Dean eyed you over quickly, enjoying watching you relaxed, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you gave them a lopsided smile. He liked seeing you like this, almost domestic, not that he'd ever admit that to himself let alone to you.

You hocked the toothpaste out of your mouth onto the floor behind you and wiped you mouth with the back of your hand. Sam lent down to give you a side hug as Dean walked past you and found his place in the driver's seat. You followed his lead, climbing into the back.

You and Dean sat in silence as Sam spoke, he started by explaining the case, everything you'd missed before arriving yesterday, what they'd been doing, who'd they'd spoken to. You nodded along, hunting mode fully taking over as you sat serious in the back seat. Then he laid out the plan for the day.

"I'm telling you, she wasn't being completely honest with us, she knows more than she's letting on. I only need five, maybe ten minutes with her and I think she'd be willing to talk to me."

"But there's a cop outside her door?" You pitched up.

"Exactly right." He turned back to you and smiled, "You and Dean just need to distract him for long enough that I can get in there and talk to her, and then we're set."

You looked at Dean, who was watching you closely in the rearview, "Sounds good to me."

You pulled up around the corner of the house and all hopped out, stretching your legs. Sam said his goodbyes, walking round the opposite way to avoid any suspicion. You looked at Dean closely, "What do ya say? I go in, little bit of flirting, see if I can't get the cop away from that door for a bit?"

"I'm not sure that's the best idea." His forehead creased, "I think I should go with you."

You rolled your eyes at his protectiveness, "Right. Well, what do you suggest? You pretend to be my boyfriend, we've broken down and need some help with the car?"

He looked down at himself and then back to you, he didn't have to say anything about the age difference, you knew exactly what he was implying, "I'm not sure that's believable, sweetheart."

He didn't even mean to say the nickname. Something in his brain connecting the word boyfriend and you together pushed it out of him involuntarily. Your stomach still flooded with butterflies, even if you knew it was harmless.

"Well, follow my lead then, I think I have a better idea."

You began to walk away before he could stop you, catching up as you rounded the corner to the house, the cop within sight. He straightened his face, knowing he'd have to go along with whatever you had planned whether he liked it or not.

You marched up to the front door, a meak smile on your face as you tried to act docile, "Hey sorry, do you have a second?" You fluttered your eyelashes at the man.

He was closer to your age than Dean's, not unattractive but not what you were usually into. Well- you were usually only into Dean anyway.

"How can I help?"

"I'm so sorry to do this, we've been driving all night and somethings just happened to the car, we can't seem to work out what's going on and we just need a little help." Dean sidled up next to you as you continued speaking. You held out your hand to the man for a handshake, offering up a fake name you'd used before, and then looked over at Dean, "And this here's my daddy!"

You looked over at him with a grin, a glimmer in your eye only he could see. He didn't want to even begin to do the math on whether that was really possible. He swallowed hard as he looked between you and the cop, before finally relenting and holding out his own hand, "Name's Malcolm."

You almost laughed out loud, the mixture of fake name and the expression on his face too much, but you kept a straight face. You wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling him towards you, "My daddy really ain't much of a mechanic, ya see, it'd be a real big help if you could take a look at it?" You bit your lip, looking the man up and down slow enough that you knew he'd catch you.

You felt Dean tense up beside you, but he didn't say anything.

"Sure, I'll take a look."

You walked around the side of the building, keeping in line with the cop as Dean trailed behind you, trying to catch your eye but you wouldn't let him. You were fully engrossed in the act now, a small touch on the younger man's arm, a lingering look at his lips, you knew everything you were supposed to be doing.

Dean popped the hood for you as he started a mental timer of how long this would have to last before Sam would be done. You knew what an honor it was for Dean to be going along with this, to be using his precious car in the ruse, and you knew you couldn't fuck it up.

"So, this is the engine?" You asked, wide eyed, trying to act perplexed.

Dean didn't like watching you flirt, he never did. Protective, he called it, never jealous. But it was undeniable how much he loved watching you hustle. He almost blew the whole thing with a laugh as he watched you point around the engine, acting like you couldn't tell your alternator from your carburetor. But when your hand landed back on the top of the cops arm, his smile fell again as he swallowed hard.

"Sounds like a fuel pump issue to me." The cop said, turning back to you.

Your doubt almost seeped into your voice, but you let it sounds like naivety, "Fuel pump?"

"Yeah, you and your- ehem- father, could probably just get it replaced by the mechanic in town."

"Ya hear that, daddy?" You looked over at Dean again, widening your eyes to mask your sarcasm, "He says it's a fuel pump issue."

"Does he now?" Dean's jaw clenched.

You turned back to the cop, "Forgive him, he doesn't like to admit how little he knows about cars. Say, how do you know so much anyway?"

Dean watched as you turned back around, looking back into the engine as the man pointed out different sections. He let himself look, it wasn't often that he did, but between the deception and the daddys he couldn't help himself. He looked down at your body, your legs, your ass clad tight in jeans. He let his tongue sit on his bottom lip deep in thought as his eyes trailed over your body.

And that's when he spotted it, as you leant further in, your hand brushing the cop's, he spotted your new tattoo. He swallowed hard. He'd always seen you as innocent. Sure you flirted with guys on cases all the time, but he'd never actually know you to go home with with one. He thought of you as pure, virtuous, maybe even immature. But as he looked down at your tattoo, he felt a growing arousal hit him. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts as quickly as they had arrived.

"Mechanic then?" He spoke up quickly, "I mean, you think we should take it to a mechanic?"

"Uh, yeah." The cop looked back over at him. You spun back, confusion on your face, this really didn't seem like enough time.

"Great, thanks." He held out his hand again for the cop to shake it, clearly a sign he'd overstayed his welcome. Your eyes grew larger: confused, angry.

You leant back into the cop, holding the top of his arm gently to stop him walking away, "Say, if we get stuck in this town overnight, where can I come find you?"

The cop looked between you and Dean, you could tell he'd made note of your black eye, "I'm not sure..."

You bit your bottom lip, letting your hand stroke down his arm, "Don't mind him, really, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Just gets a bit... protective of me sometimes."

He looked back at you, as you fluttered your eyelashes once again. "O'Reilly's Bar, downtown, that's where I tend to head after my shift."

You smiled at him as he pulled away, giving Dean a friendly nod before walking back the way he came. Your face dropped once he turned the corner, looking back at Dean, "What the fuck was that?!"

"What was what?!"

"Sam said ten minutes."

"He said five to ten! We've given him more than enough time!"

You let the hood of the car drop with a small clang. Dean winced slightly at the noise.

You both stood pacing for another few minutes, your jaw on edge as you tried to relax. Then you saw Sam turning the corner and you both let out a sigh of relief.

"All good?" Dean questioned once he was close enough.

"Think I've got everything we need!"

You smiled at him, "Had us worried there for a second. Dean, what was that?!" Now you knew Sam was safe, you could let your chastising begin.

"You have a tattoo." Dean spoke quietly, firmly, out of nowhere.

You let out a loud laugh, "I've got a few, what does that matter?"

"I- you've got a tramp stamp!?"

Sam looked between you and Dean, feeling like he was missing something. It didn't help that you felt like you were missing it too.

"Once again, I don't see how that matters?"

"You're a kid, you shouldn't be getting tattoos you're gonna regret! You can't even see it, what's the point?!"

Sam laughed, "Gives a guy something to look at when they bend her over." He looked at you with a knowing smile and you held back another laugh at his reference.

Dean's face dropped, "You're disgusting, dude, you're old enough to be her-"

He stopped himself, swallowing hard. The word daddy was glued between his lips, you knew it, and so did he.

Sam looked between the two of you, the tension sat between you as you eyed each other over cautiously. "I think I'm gonna walk back to the motel."

The concentration on Dean's face broke, "What are you talking about, that'll take hours."

"I just need to stretch my legs, you guys, uh, go on without me." He locked eyes with you, trying to tell you something with his expression that you couldn't completely understand, before turning on his heel and beginning to walk.

You looked at Dean, who looked at Sam, both of you confused but neither of you wanting to leave the moment. Eventually he slid into the driver's side, waiting for you to get in the car so he could start driving.

You both sat in silence as he drove back to the motel, occasionally glancing over at each other when the other wasn't looking. Eventually he broke, looking over at you, "A tattoo?"

"I've got loads, Dean, it's really not a big deal."

"You're just a kid."

"I'm old enough, Dean." The words were slick with implication. But you didn't want implication, you wanted him. You leant over, placing your hand on his thigh, "I'm old enough."

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenching. He couldn't hide what he felt for you, he couldn't hide his looks when your back was turned, or the way he'd still smell your perfume in the Impala days after you'd left and miss you. But he knew he wasn't right for you, his life filled with too much danger, the distance between you too large, "I'd wreck you, sweetheart."

You knew what he meant, the solemn expression on his face, but it didn't stop you from looking over at him with a glisten in your eyes, "Maybe that's what I want."

There was a silent beat as you both sat in the moment. Then you pulled back, taking your hand off of his leg and sitting back down, eyes on the road. You were at the motel only a few minutes later, both of you shrouded in tension. He shut off the engine and you both sat, staring out the front window, neither of you willing yourselves to move.

He managed to whisper out the words, not looking at you, "You're just a kid."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. You knew he'd never see you how you wanted him to. The words hit you in the gut, winding you for a moment, making it hard to breathe in the small space.

You opened the car door, stumbling out and making your way to your room. Only a few hours and Sam would be back, then you could finish the hunt and get on with your life. Maybe you wouldn't even wait for him, just pack up and go. Yeah, that sounded good.

You heard the sound of Dean behind you, following your footsteps, but you didn't slow down. Frustration kept you moving, not even turning back.

He only caught up to you by the time you reached the doors to your rooms, grabbing your wrist to stop you going any further. You looked down at his hold, and then back to his face, his jaw tensed, worried lines creased into his forehead. He hooked a finger under your chin as he looked down at you, his eyes darting over your face.

He whispered again, "I'm too dangerous, sweetheart."

"I'm used to danger, Dean." You looked back down at his hand. He wasn't gripping you tight, you could push him away if you wanted, but you didn't want that. You wanted him touching you.

"You deserve someone your own age." His thumb reached out, lightly brushing over your bottom lip. You blinked hard to keep yourself composed as arousal flooded through you.

"I don't want anyone else." You replied back, meekly.

"It would never work." His eyes were firmly placed on your lips as his thumb brushed over them, before looking back at you.

You lowered your voice to match his, "I don't care."

He leant down torturously slowly, looking between your eyes and your lips. You didn't want to move, afraid of scaring him off, but you pushed yourself up only slightly onto your tiptoes to help close the gap between the two of you.

And then his lips were on yours. Soft, hesitant at first. They locked together, fitting into place around each other. He savoured the moment, the feeling of your lips. You held your breath as you leant into him, his hand moving to your jaw holding you tight, afraid that if he let go he might lose the moment. He allowed himself to kiss you deeper, his tongue swiping out to your lip, testing the waters, his other hand reaching for your waist, pulling you closer.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring you, as your own hand came up to his cheek, feeling his stubble harsh against your fingertips. You felt as he let go of your waist, fumbling with his keys as he tried to open the door to the motel without breaking away from you. You placated him for a moment, continuing to kiss him as you listened to the sound of keys jangling, before breaking away from him, allowing him to look at the door and finally get it open. He blinked hard as he looked down at you again, taking you in, the feeling of you still on his lips.

As you looked at him you could see his mind racing as thoughts filled it, his eyes darting over your body, his forehead beginning to crease without him realizing it. You reached out again before his thoughts could get the better of him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the room, your lips back on his, harder, seeking him out.

You were on your knees within seconds, pushing him against the wall and dropping in front of him, fumbling with his belt. His head rolled back instinctively, hitting the wall, as you pulled out his cock, wrapping your mouth around it without a second thought. It took you a moment to adjust to his size, but once you had you began to play with him on your tongue, letting your lips envelope him. And then you pushed your head down, taking him in your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat as you choked down his salty taste. The sounds of you below him caused his fist to tighten at his side, a loud grunt escaping his lips as he lost all control.

But this isn't how he wanted it, you on your knees praising his cock. What the hell- of course that's what he wanted- but not right now. Right now he needed to show you what a real man could do.

He cupped your cheek gently as you looked up at him. He gave himself one last look at you, swallowing down is cock with wide eyes, before gently pulling you off of him.

You looked at him, confused, as he helped you to your feet, cautious that he'd come to his senses, that he'd tell you it was a mistake. Instead he just let his eyes roam your face.

"Dean, let me keep going-" you wrapped your hand around his cock, desperate for more.

"Next time, darlin'." The idea of a next time set your skin aflame, a flush overwhelming you. "Can I touch you?"

You lead him towards the bed, your lips connected again as you moved, his hands roaming over your body, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. You pulled at your own jeans, desperate to be unclothed as quickly as possible, while Dean broke away for a second to pull your shirt over your head.

He stopped to look down at you as you kicked your jeans off your ankles, taking you in. He'd never allowed himself to look at you like this before, it was always stolen glances, small looks, but now, with you naked except for underwear in front of him, he eyed you greedily. He made note of your tattoos, the ones he didn't know existed an hour ago, as he sought every inch of you, devouring you with his eyes.

He gently guided you down towards the bed, and you pulled him on top of you as you laid down, bodies entwined. He pulled his own shirt off before sinking back against you, skin pressed against skin as he kissed you, his mouth heavier, needier. You guided his head down to your neck, and he kissed messily against your skin. His cock twitched at the idea of putting a hickey on your perfect, innocent neck, of marking his territory.

He let his teeth graze slightly over your skin and you let out a gasp, rolling your head back as your hand combed through his hair. He chuckled lightly against you before biting down, sucking at your neck as you moaned into him. He could feel his cock rock hard in his boxers for you already, and your noises weren't making it any easier.

He pulled back only slightly to catch sight of you again, looking down at your body under him, before looking back to your face, watching him closely, "You're gorgeous."

His finger trailed down your collarbone absentmindedly, and you bit your lip as warmth spread over you. He made easy work of the clasp on your bra and pulled it off of you, his tongue darting out at the sight. Lowering his body down he lightly kissed at your skin here and there as you closed your eyes and relaxed back into the bed, letting the feelings take you over. He nestled between your legs, small kisses dotting your inner thigh, where the desperation to ruin you took him again, and he bit down hard. You let out a small yelp, that quickly turned into a moan as you sunk into the feeling again, his teeth on your skin sending pleasure through you.

He kissed you lightly over your underwear, and you whined quietly, needy. You felt as his finger came up to circle your clit through the fabric, and you pushed your hips up, desperate for his touch.

"You want me, darlin'?" He was half teasing, and half genuinely asking, his eyebrow cocked. You bit your lip as you looked back down at him, nodding enthusiastically. He hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear, dragging them down your legs as he sucked in a ragged breath at the sight of you, completely naked below him.

His lips found your knee, then your inner thigh, working his way up dangerously slowly. You whined again for him, showing him how much you wanted him. He looked back up at you with a creased forehead, "You tell me if it's too much for you?"

You wanted to roll your eyes at his caution, but instead only nodded again as you looked down at him between your legs. He slowly pushed a finger into your entrance, a strangled groan escaping his lips as you moaned, your pussy slick around him. He inched in slowly, desperate to feel you, before pulling out just as slow, dragging out your pleasure. Slow, gentle thrusts as your pussy clenched around him.

"Dean- Please..." You pleaded, all you were able to get out, desperate for more.

You felt as he pushed a second finger into you and you gripped the sheets next to you, his movements still gentle, taking his time to stretch you open. And then his mouth was on you, softly lapping up your juices as his tongue roamed your folds. You let out another gasp, tightening your grip on the sheets.

Long strokes with a flat tongue, desperate to taste as much of you as he could, as his fingers gained speed, beginning to thrust in and out of you with ease. And then his tongue darted out, only for a second, to your clit, testing for your movements, your reaction.

You let out a loud gasp, wrapping your legs over his shoulders, needy for his mouth, for his hands. He began moving his fingers faster, building up momentum as you felt your orgasm rising. He kept lapping you up, his whole mouth on you with deliberate movements as you grinded against him, your rutting only pushing him deeper into you.

And then he curled his fingers, only slightly, continuing to thrust into you as he pressed against your g-spot. You felt your whole body clench up as you came, rolling your head back with a loud gasp as waves of pleasure flowed through you and you pulsed below him. He kept his movements steady, letting you ride out your orgasm as he continued to push his fingers into you.

He felt as you relaxed again into the sheets, coming down from your high with heavy breath, your hand moving down to comb through his hair gently.

He broke away from you for a moment, kissing your inner thigh lightly, "That okay? You okay?"

"Yes, Dean!" You laughed, exasperated, "Fuck, that was good!"

His kissing got messier again as he nipped at your skin, small red marks forming along the inside of your thigh that he kissed lightly, acknowledging his handy work. You went to sit up, reaching down to cup his face, but his grip on your legs tightened, keeping you in place as he continued to kiss against your skin.

He pulled you back down, closer to him, as his face moved back towards your pussy, still sensitive as you continued to come down from your orgasm. And then he dove in again, messier, frenzied, desperate to taste you. His tongue moved rapidly against you, and you rolled your head back again, not expecting the pleasure that rocked your body.

He lifted you towards him, your legs over his shoulders, one hand going to the small of your back to support you as he kneeled upright, pulling your ass off of the bed. His whole mouth was on you as he pushed his tongue through your folds, tasting you, his stubble rubbing against you sending your back arching. He sucked lightly at your swollen clit and you let out a pleading gasp, the feeling almost too much. He broke away for only a second to eye up your reaction before pushing back in, his pointed tongue darting out over your clit, not giving you a moment without stimulation.

He circled your bud messily, desperately, as you writhed below him, another orgasm rising quickly. He didn't relent, his need for you overwhelming any other thought as he continued to savor you. His free hand came up to spread your folds apart as he lapped at you, your wetness practically dripping over his chin as he sucked and licked at you.

"Dean- I'm gonna-" you panted out, rolling your head back into the pillow.

Without a response he focused back on your clit, flicking at it with the pointed end of his tongue. He felt your legs tense around him again and sped up his movements, overwhelming your body.

You came again, hard, grinding into him, a shuddering moan escaping your lips. He continued his frenzied movements as you choked out a desperate gasp, blinding pleasure overtaking you.

His movements slowed in time with you, letting you come down slowly from your shattering high. He rested one hand on your stomach, lowering you back down onto the bed, as he continued to slowly lap you up, staying away from your overstimulated clit. He watched you go limp below him as you sunk back into the sheets, your chest rising and falling heavily.

He kissed your thigh lazily as you came to, looking down at the grin spread across his face. "Y' okay, sweetheart?"

"Fuck-" You looked back up at the ceiling.

You heard him chuckling as he knelt back up, looking down at you, yearning for more. He reached out to lightly brush your clit with his thumb and you moved to clamp your legs together instinctively, earning a tsk out of his mouth as he moved his hand away again, "Sensitive?"

You only nodded in response, looking back at him with wide eyes.

"You ready for more?" He looked down at you, and then at his own cock, desperately hard beneath his boxers.

"Yes, Dean- Please-"

He looked down at you again, and then started to move, "I've got a rubber in my wallet-"

You grabbed his wrist, "Just pull out."

He looked at your body, your gorgeous naked body that he couldn't drag his eyes away from, the dark marks starting to form on your inner thigh and neck. He'd come this far, he'd earned you, but he knew he still had an obligation to keep you safe. "-It's in my wallet."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, shaking your head only slightly as he stood up, pulling off the rest of his clothes and fumbling around in the pile until he found his wallet, pulling out the rubber and ripping the packaging quickly with his teeth. A small pit formed, trying to push away your thoughts of where he was planning on using it, who he'd been planning on using it on. He turned back to you and you pulled yourself up instinctively, rolling over with your ass in the air, arching your back with your head buried down in the pillows, ready for him.

You felt him kneel behind you again, his eyes trained on your ass, the tattoo on your lower back, your pussy still pulsing as he trailed his finger over your wetness, causing you to let out another small gasp.

"Not- not like this...", heavy blinks bringing him to his senses.

You looked back over your shoulder, eyeing him carefully, "I thought you were going to wreck me, Winchester."

He broke his eyes away from your ass finally, feeling triumph at his self discipline, "I want to see your face-"

You swallowed hard at his confession, your mind buzzing as he guided you to lay down again, your back sinking into the sheets as he positioned himself above you, holding himself up with one arm next to your head, his other hand lining his cock up to your entrance.

He teased the head of his cock through your folds, as his eyes traced over your face carefully, watching your for your expression, "You sure?"

"Dean- Please-"

His face darkened, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He pushed into you slowly, his cock stretching you out. You bit your lip, wincing only slightly as you adjusted to his size, but as the pleasure of his movements filled you, you moaned, your shaking hand moving up to his chest as he began to thrust into you.

"You okay?" He watched you carefully.

You smiled in response, pressing your forehead against his, "You're big-"

He half chuckled, masking a genuine question with sarcasm, "Too big?"

"Biggest I've ever had." You laughed lightly, your hand flowing down over his body.

The thought caused a pang of jealousy to hit him, that you'd ever had anyone else, that other men had had you. But as you moaned beneath him, your own hips moving in time with his, guiding him in, he didn't care. Right now you were his, utterly and completely.

He watched your face again, soft grunts escaping his mouth as he thrusted, gaining speed. You felt as his expression tightened, his eyes fixed on the bruise next to your eye. You tried to turn your face away from his gaze but he stopped you, cupping your cheek with his free hand.

Both of you stared at each other for a moment before he pushed his forehead against yours again, "You're mine."

You gasped at the statement, another orgasm rising within you, speeding up your own movements as he began to drive into you harder. His expression softened as his breathing became more strained, "You're mine. And you're safe."

You smiled up at him as you felt your orgasm on the edge, your hands wrapping around his shoulder for leverage as you continued to move under him, your leg wrapping around him to push him into you completely.

You relaxed your forehead against him as you let pleasure dissolve your body, quaking under him as you came. He held his breath as your walls convulsed around his cock, pushing him to his own edge as you leant up for a messy kiss, lips colliding while your orgasm overtook you.

Within moments he was coming himself, breaking away from your kiss to push his face back into your neck, a groan vibrating through him. His thrusting faltered only slightly, and you kept your hips grinding against him as he saw out his release.

You both slowed, panting hard as he pulled his face back in front of yours, small kisses across your cheeks and nose. He kept himself in you for a moment, feeling your walls spasm against his cock as you came down from your high. And then he pulled back out of you again, kneeling in front of you as he pulled the condom off and threw it to one side.

He looked down at you as you closed your eyes, relaxing back down into the sheets below him. He kissed your legs lazily as you lay there, spent. He sucked in another breath, eyes tracing over your body, fixating on the new marks on your neck as his tongue darted out to wet his lip.

"You okay?" He sighed as you sat back up, stretching your body.

You smiled, warmth filling your face, "Yes, Dean, yes I'm okay- more than okay."

He blinked hard, "Sam'll be back soon."

You pouted out your bottom lip, sarcasm dancing behind your eyes, "You think he'll join us if we ask him nice enough?"

Dean's jaw tightened as he rolled his eyes at you, "Put your clothes back on."

You hopped off of the bed, bending down to pick your clothes up off the floor as Dean looked at you, longing still holding him.

You looked back at him over your shoulder as you stood back straight, "You're staring."

"You're beautiful." He climbed off the bed after you, his finger hooked under your chin once again, "You're so beautiful."

A pause. He leant down to kiss your forehead, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "But you need to put your clothes on before Sam gets back. I ain't sharing."

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