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halstudandruz · 3 years

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Research Purposes (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Bearded Jay Smut

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

A/N: I know the timeline is off but just go with it.

Sitting at the bar, you couldn’t help where your eyes wandered across the room. You were at Trudy and Mouch’s wedding, and even though it was a joyous occasion you were kind of ready to go home from the start. The night before you had discovered your ex-fiancé and the new girl in intelligence were dating, and it was safe to say you were drowning in your sorrows. You and Adam had been broken up for almost a year, but you still loved him and in the back of your mind you just hoped time would give you both the perspectives you needed and you would be back together. You had no right to be upset, but you were having trouble convincing yourself of that. The night was starting to wind down, as you downed a shot. You had held it together for Trudy wanting her to have the best day ever, but since they had left a few minutes prior you were ready to get drunk enough you couldn’t remember your own name.

“You know the longer you sit still the harder it’s gonna hit when you stand.” Jay teased sliding in next to you.

“Good.” You sighed, turning around to take another drink.

“Well in an effort to ensure I don’t have to carry you out of here would you like to dance?” He asked, holding his hand out to you. Contemplating for a minute he smiled when you took a hold of his hand following him out to the dance floor. Frank Sinatra played in the background while his hands slowly moved to rest on your hips. You and Jay were friends. You worked together and were around each other a lot. You got along well, and you weren’t afraid to admit he was an attractive guy, but you had always been locked in on Adam. So, your friendship never even toed the line. You never even thought about it, until tonight.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you found out.” Jay whispered into your ear looking down at you.

“Found out about what?” You eyed him curiously until he nodded towards where Hailey and Adam sat laughing together.

“Wait..you know?” He nodded, “How long has it..?”

“I only found out a week or two ago so it probably hasn’t been that long.” He shrugged,“How’d you find out?” He continued. Sighing your hands rested on his chest.

“Today was actually supposed to be Adam and I’s wedding day. Before we decided to push it. So, I kind of went down a dark hole after the rehearsal dinner and went to see him. When he answered the door I saw her come out of his room.” You chewed on your lip.

“Oh fuck. What’d you do?” He pried.

“I made some excuse about not being able to find something I needed for today so I thought I might’ve accidentally left it there when I moved out or left or whatever. I was just going to leave, but then I had to pretend to look for it, and when I went into his room a bunch of her stuff was there. You know in the dresser I used to use.” You recounted the night before swallowing hard.

“That sounds awful. I’m sorry.” He shook his head pulling you closer as he moved a hand to rub your back.

“Yeah it wasn’t my finest moment. I’ve been avoiding him all day,” you chuckled blinking tears away, “How are you feeling about it?” You looked up at him hoping to shift the focus off you.

“What do you mean? Why would I care?” He masked.

“Come on Jay.” You scoffed giving him a look.

“I don’t have any say in what or who she does.” He said.

“How do you let it roll off you so easily? Not let it bother you?” You wondered.

“I want her to be happy, and wishing that I was the one over there isn’t going to do anything for either of us.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have fun too right?” He continued.

“I don’t know. I guess.” You replied.

“You do, and that is why you’re out here dancing with me.” He smiled, spinning you effortlessly, causing you to laugh. You and Jay would spend the next hour talking and dancing letting your minds push away the two people across the room.

Jay and you were caught up in conversation, your bodies practically up against each other causing heat to surface on your face at the feeling of his hands holding you close. His tie now hung loosely on his shoulders, the top few buttons of his dress shirt open, and his sleeves had been rolled up allowing you to see the veins throughout them. You had never realized how attractive he actually was until you were this close, eyes counting the freckles that covered his face.

“Incoming.” he mumbled looking over your shoulder; breaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Adam walking towards you.

“No no no.” You whined hands gripping Jay’s shoulders tighter. Adam clearing his throat when he reached you,

“May I cut in?” He asked, looking between the two of you. A glint of confusion present in his face. Jay’s eyes shifted from him to you, registering your panic of having to face him right now.

“Uh actually I just offered to take her home. We were just heading out.” Jay attempted to save you.

“Oh well we’re going to be going right past your place we could just drop you off so Jay doesn’t have to go out of his way, and I’d actually really like to talk to you for a sec-“ Adam started to grab your hand.

“No it’s all good. No big deal. I already promised her I would.” Jay stepped slightly in front of you.

“Yeah I’m just going to go grab my coat and say bye to Sylvie. See you on Monday.” You pointed walking off to leave Adam and Jay alone on the dance floor. “You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled softly when Jay fell back by your side.

“He shouldn’t get what he wants all the time.” Jay shrugged.

“So is the ride offer actually on the table?” You asked.

“Of course.” He smiled helping you put your jacket on before pulling his on and heading out to his truck.

Walking outside you had made it almost to his truck ensuring you were far enough away from the door that people wouldn’t be watching before grabbing onto his arm to stop him. This could be a terrible, horrible idea, but that thought didn’t seem to over power your want.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, turning to face you where you leaned against the brick wall.

“You know I had every intention of waking up tomorrow either horribly hungover, or in someone else’s bed, and considering you prevented the latter..” You trailed off looking up at him.

“Are you serious?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.

“I’ve been holding out, hoping for something to change with him. I’m done waiting around.” You admitted weakly.

“I don’t want to just be some outlet to make Adam jealous.” He shook his head.

“This isn’t about him. This is about me and what I want. For once.” You laid a hand against his neck.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He whispered stepping closer to lay a hand against the cold brick, body just inches away from yours.

“Jay, I am going home with someone tonight, and I really hope it’s you.” You bargained. You hadn’t done this in months, and you were just ready to let all the pent up need out. Jay searched your face for hesitation before leaning in to capture your lips. You quickly responded, hands wrapping around his neck to pull his body against yours. Letting him take control of the kiss when his fingers moved to tightly grasp your jaw. Tongue slipping into your mouth in time with the movement. You hummed when he nipped at your lip pulling away to take heavy breaths.

“My place?” He whispered lips almost up against yours again. Nodding quickly you reached into his coat pocket fishing out the keys to unlock the vehicle. Chuckling he took them from you opening the passenger door to help you in before walking to the drivers side and starting the truck. You could see him looking at you from the corner of his eye as you chewed on your bottom lip appreciating his features lit up from the street lights. He turned to wink at you before putting the truck into drive and heading towards his apartment.

The silence was tense and a little bit awkward as you started to second guess your forwardness. You weren’t just using him to get back at Adam, right? You were a grown woman and you had needs. Needs that hadn’t been met in far too long, and the person that was going to satisfy them just so happened to be your co-worker from the same unit. That’s all. It was all coincidence. Plus Jay was hot. Everyone knew that. Why couldn’t you enjoy that fact when the opportunity presented itself? “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jay asked jarring you out of your thoughts.

“Nothing. I just..I don’t know. Kinda embarrassed.” You admitted shrugging.

“Why?” He questioned grabbing a hold of your hand.

“I could’ve approached that better instead of acting like a horny teenager.” You laughed looking down.

“I would be lying if I wasn’t hoping you’d say something though.” He looked over at you grinning.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I mean you’re obviously beautiful and I thought we had a great night together, but I didn’t want to overstep bounds or make it awkward. I was just hoping you picked up the same vibe I was catching. I’m not the greatest at saying what I want.” He chuckled. Shaking your head you looked down smiling to yourself, feeling a little lighter in the knowledge that he wanted you too. Lifting the center console up you scooted closer to him. “Well hello.” He smirked, hand falling onto your thigh.

“I like your beard.” You smiled running your fingers through it. The last time you had seen him with one was when Erin left, and the only time before that was when he had been kidnapped. Remembering the bruises that accompanied the facial hair. Tracing his face where they had healed completely.

“Yeah?” He replied smiling at the gentleness of your hands as you admired his face.

“Yeah, I think you should keep it.” You voiced your opinion.

“Maybe I will.” He squeezed your thigh when you leaned over to lay soft kisses along his neck, nipping at his ear as you moved your palm over the crotch of his jeans. You felt his breath hitch at the movement, letting out a low growl when your lips attached right below his ear, heel of your hand pressing down simultaneously. “Oh god, I can’t wait to get you inside.” Jay whispered, breaths becoming labored at the insistent pressure of your hand. Quickly pulling into the parking garage of his apartment two minutes later. Putting the truck into park he let his eyes fall shut, head falling back onto the rest his hips finally moving up in time with the movement of your palm. The sight before you and the feeling of his obvious arousal already causing moisture to gather between your legs. Giving him a couple more rocks of pressure before slipping your hand up his shirt to rest on his stomach.

“Jay?” You whispered pressing a gentle kiss against his jaw, his facial hair tickling your nose. He turned his head to look at you, pupils already visibly darker than before. “I want you.” You stated. He grinned giving you a quick but hard kiss before shutting his truck off and guiding you towards the elevator. Pushing you against the wall as soon as the doors closed mouth molding over yours, hands bracketing you in against the wall. “Mmm.” You hum when his lips start to trail down your jaw. “Someone could walk in.” You remind him head falling back to give him more access. The dinging as you pass each floor prevalent in the background.

“Don’t care.” He growls lifting one of your legs to rest on his hips, fingers moving up your thigh, starting to move your panties to the side when the elevator comes to a stop on his floor. “I don’t think it’s ever moved that fast before.” He joked letting your leg down and grabbing ahold of your hand to pull you towards his apartment before pulling his keys out to unlock it and ushering you inside. “Do you want anything to drink?” He asked casually as he set his keys down slipping off his shoes, ridding your heels in the process you giggled stepping towards him to take the lapels of his jacket in your hands.

“I’m definitely thirsty but not for water.” You winked pulling him back towards your lips, before you pushed the jacket off his shoulders. Beginning to unbutton his dress shirt his hands moved down to your ass, lips breaking from yours long enough for him to whisper,

“Jump.” You let him pick you up, shedding his shirt on the way towards his bedroom.

“You have too many clothes on.” You sighed when he laid you down on the end of his bed tugging the bottom of his shirt. Laughing he stood up to pull it over his head for you.

“You haven’t taken one piece of clothing off and I’m the one that’s wearing too much?” He teased falling back on top of you.

“Lucky for you, you’ll find there’s next to no obstacles once this comes off.” You snapped the strap of your dress. Jay eyes trailed down your body slowly, hands following as he pulled you up to slide the zipper down slowly, lips falling to your collarbone in the process.

“Tell me if this is okay.” He hesitated sliding the straps down.

“It’s okay, Jay.” You voiced helping him pull the tight dress from your body. Face instantly blushing when you looked up to see his eyes wandering all over you, left in only your panties.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He complimented hands squeezing your hips.

“Your voice is really sexy when you’re turned on.” You blurted out, causing Jay to laugh.

“Well I can assure you I am in fact very turned on right now.” He grinned nuzzling your neck.

“Can I..?” You asked tugging on the button of his pants popping it open when you felt him nod. He breathed a quiet sigh at the pressure being released when you opened his zipper, pushing them to the ground with his help. He returned back on top of you leaning down to press his mouth to yours, moving slowly to appreciate the action. In no hurry for this to end. Your hand trailed from his chest to his stomach, tip of your finger sneaking under the hem of his boxers. His hips involuntarily bucking at the anticipation, coaxing your mouth open with his tongue. Reaching further down you took a hold of him giving him an experimental squeeze earning a groan against your lips. Beginning to slowly move your hand his forehead fell against yours eyes closing while his hips began to move in rhythm. Swiping your thumb across the tip, gathering the precum that had started to leak out. He watched as you brought it to your mouth, licking it off your finger to enjoy the taste of him. Breath hitching at the sight, seemingly flipping a switch in him as he lunged forward capturing your wrists and forcing them above your head, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. Roughly biting at your lip before moving down your body. Stopping first at your chest. His teeth nipped at the skin, laying soft kisses all over before taking ahold of your left breast tongue swirling around your nipple. Other hand pinching and rolling the right between his fingers. Swallowing a moan your legs opened further letting him slide between them more comfortably. His mouth moved farther south as his fingers gently started to make soft circles to your center outside of your underwear. Sighing your hips moved slightly trying to get more pressure as you felt Jay smile against your hip bone. Teasingly his fingers fumbled with the side of your underwear occasionally swiping his finger inside while his mouth bit and sucked the inside of your thighs no doubt leaving a few marks. “Oh, yeah you’re keeping the beard.” Your fingertips dug into his head, goosebumps rising at the rough feeling of his facial hair against your thighs, jaw tightening, not wanting to make a sound.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], are you insinuating we will be doing this again?” He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, cocky smirk on his lips.

“Stop talking.” You ordered, face going a little red.

“If I remember correctly you just said my voice was sexy.” He quipped.

“And if I remember correctly you were in the middle of something.” You pushed his head back down.

“As you wish.” He winked teeth grazing the inside of your thigh as he moved closer and closer to your core. Your legs were starting to shake at the anticipation, your mind picturing your juices covering his mouth and throughout his beard.

“Jay, please.” You actually whined when he laid a kiss on your clit outside of your panties.

“I just wanted to hear you say my name. I can tell you’re trying to hold back, but all I want is to hear you [Y/N]. Helps me figure out the best way to make you feel good.” He admitted hooking his fingers into your panties and slowly sliding them down your legs before tossing them to the floor, “Let me hear you baby. Let me know I’m doing a good job.” He reminded you before his mouth connected to your center, eliciting a moan that you wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if you tried.

“Such a pretty sound, sweetheart.” He commented, before his tongue swirled around your clit, gently sucking it. Head falling back you let yourself give into every sensation. The way his hands pinned your hips down, preventing you from moving. The way his tongue worked you so soft and smooth like he did the research on exactly how your pussy was structured so he could hit every sweet spot imaginable. The way he pushed a finger in slightly curling it up to perfectly hit your g-spot over and over again while his tongue flicked against your clit. The way his stubble burned against your thighs only heightening the realization that this was Jay. Jay Halstead: your co-worker, friend, and apparently now fuck buddy. Your legs started to shake, hips trying their hardest to fight their way out of his grasp, uncontrollable noises flowing from your lips, knot growing tighter with each tap of your sweet spot.

“J-Jay.” You warned, hoping he could hear your voice that was barely there. Your fingers tightening in his hair, the other one moving down to his cheek, thumb rubbing over the roughness.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He encouraged fingers moving faster, tongue licking harder. This was Jay Halstead and he was eating you out like no tomorrow, and with that thought your thighs came up to trap his head, back arching as you screamed out the knot inside of you unraveling hard.

Legs falling back apart you released him and Jay made his way back up your body. Kissing you, taste of yourself covering his mouth. “That was beautiful.” He smirked, cupping your cheek.

“That was incredible, how did you even learn how to do that? It’s like you knew my body better than I do.” You laughed still a little light headed.

“Everyone is different. You just have to pay attention to the signs. For example I already know you’re not going to be able to cum from just penetration. Just like you have a hard time cumming from just oral. You need the best of both worlds. I always knew you were high maintenance.” He joked.

“You already have me all figured out.” You rolled your eyes, but. what he was saying was true. You don’t know how he came to the conclusion, but you weren’t about to complain.

“If you want to stop here I completely understand. We don’t-“ He started to say when you cut him off.

“And deprive myself of discovering whether your dick game is as good as your head? No thank you.” You grinned starting to push his boxers down.

“Well I could never live with myself if I left you wondering.” He shrugged, getting up to push the last remaining piece of clothing between you two to the ground before reaching over to fish a condom out of his nightstand. You took a hold of him again, twisting your hand up and down his shaft to make sure he was fully ready. He ripped the condom open with his teeth, rolling it on with your help. “You’re absolutely sure about this?” He asked again, positioning his dick at your entrance.

“Yes, completely.” You nodded.

“Just tell me if you want to stop at any point.” He reiterated, leaning down the rest of the way to kiss you when he started to push in. Groaning you focused on his tongue slipping into your mouth knowing the pain would subside soon, and a few short thrusts later the pleasure started to seep in.

“Ahh fuck.” You moaned relaxing into him.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled feeling the way you loosened more for him still making small movements, knowing there was no way he would be able to go hard right away, but within a few strokes your pussy started to clench him even harder than before. “Baby, you gotta loosen up for me or I’m not gonna be able to move at all without blowing it.” He groaned biting his lip, hips shuttering.

“I’m sorry you just feel so good.” You cried, it wasn’t your fault. Well not really anyway you had a hard time controlling it.

“Okay okay okay.” You closed your eyes, begging yourself to relax when he hit your g-spot for the first time. “Shit!” You cursed nails digging into his shoulder blades. “Right there. Again. Please.” You informed him, but you knew he was already aware as he hit it again before you were finished talking. He took one of your legs positioning it on his shoulder as he bracketed himself above you. Hitting harder this time, earning a loud moan from you. “Jay, faster. Please baby.” You begged.

“You feel incredible [Y/N]. I’m gonna cum so hard. Jay moaned above you.

“Your dick feels amazing babe. I love that I get to make you cum.” You reciprocated attempting to move with him. His thumb moved down to start rubbing circles on your clit in time with his long thrusts. “I h-hope you think a-ahhh-about this every time you - fuck - see me at w-work this week.” You got out between heavy breaths.

“I’m not going to be able to think about a-anything else baby. How f-fucking good you taste. How much I loved being between your legs e-eating you up. How good your pussy feels s-stretched around my cock. Holy fuck [Y/N] I’m so fucking close. Fuck fuck fuck, [Y/N].” He screamed louder with each word, collapsing onto you as he worked through his high, but you were already gone. Pulsating around his dick the minute he reminded you how good he looked between your thighs. Opening your eyes just in time for you to watch his orgasm and to catch your name falling off his lips with a few curse words.

“Is it true?” You asked after a few minutes of silence, heavily breathing being the only sounds that filled the room.

“Is what true?” He replied confused when he started to pull out of you before carefully disposing of the filled condom.

“You’re going to think all that stuff when you look at me this week?” You explained, causing him to chuckle still breathless.

“Maybe not every time, but I’d confidently wager 80% of the time.” He smirked rolling over to kiss you, “unless you don’t want me to?”

“Well it wouldn’t be fair for me to be thinking about it and not give you permission to as well.” You shrugged, knowing full well this wasn’t disappearing from your mind anytime soon. You got up to use the restroom as Jay cleaned himself the rest of the way.

“Is he bigger than me?” Jay asked, when you walked back into the room.

“I am not answering that question.” You laughed loudly laying back down beside him.

“Why not? It’s for research purposes. You know purely for your benefit.” He smirked down at you.

“Oh yeah? How so?” You urged.

“I just gotta know the level of game I have to bring. Should I be more focused on the motion or does the size make up for it?” He gestured south.

“Motion is always more important than size.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Jay scrunched his eyebrows,“Next time this happens I’ll just use my finger and remind you of what you just said.”

“I said it was more important. I didn’t say it’s not important at all, but I can assure you the level of game you brought tonight is better than I could’ve imagined.” You smiled completely satisfied.

“I totally am.” He decided, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“So what’s the plan here?” You changed the subject.

“I think that all depends on what you want.” Jay answered.

“Well..I’m not going to deny this was fun and you did say I need to have more fun.” You shrugged sheepishly.

“So then we keep having fun.” Jay said simply.

“But we need ground rules.” You laid your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Okay..” He looked down at you waiting for you to continue.

“Like I don’t know..is this purely friends with benefits? Do we go out for dinner sometimes? Do I bring you coffee in the morning?” You started to list the things running through your head.

“If you want to bring me coffee and dinner, who am I to tell you no?” He joked causing you to sigh.

“Jay, I’m serious.” You pushed.

“Can’t we just kind of roll with it?” He asked, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I guess I’m just scared of what will happen if they find out.” You admitted.

“So what if they do?” He seemed unfazed.

“You’re not concerned at all how Hailey would react?” You asked.

“I like her. I really do. That’s not a secret, but she’s sleeping with Adam. Why should we have to wait around and agonize over it? You deserve to be just as happy as he does [Y/N].” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“What if this turns into some fanfiction shit where we end up having feelings for each other?” You giggled.

“Well then I hope the author writes us a happy ending.” He smiled kissing you on the forehead. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired after that performance.” He yawned. You agreed, waiting for him to slide further down into his bed before pulling you back into his side, your head falling back down on his chest.

“Promise me you’re not going to freak out in the morning.” He whispered kissing the top of your head after a few minutes of silence.

“I promise.” You replied kissing his chest before letting his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

Waking up the next morning you felt the heat before your eyes even opened. Quickly registering that you were laying on someone. Slowly opening your eyes you looked around the semi dark room, black out curtains trying to reduce the amount of light peeking through. You knew who it was, but you had to confirm it. Gently sitting up you were met with Jay’s figure still sleeping beside you. Oh shit. You started to panic, memories of the night before suddenly flooding your mind. Remembering the things you did, the things you said. Eyes darting around the room you started to contemplate an escape. You’d sneak out and pretend like this never happened. That’s probably what Jay would want you to do anyway and-

“Lay back down and stop freaking out.” Jay grumbled beside you, eyes still closed. You reached for the sheet to cover your still bare body.

“How did you even-“ You began to ask causing Jay to smirk.

“I’m a detective for a reason, [Y/L/N]. Come back to sleep.” He urged pulling you back into his chest.

“It’s probably just a better idea if I leave.” You sat back up causing him to sigh heavily.

“You promised me you weren’t going to freak out.” Jay reminded you.

“I’m not freaking out.” You tried to defend, voice squeaking a little.

“Then stop biting your lip.” He challenged. Stopping your actions you looked over to still see his eyes closed.

“Okay seriously how the hell-“ You started

“I know you better than you think.” He opened his eyes to look up at you, dark circles obvious under them reminding you of late the two of you were up last night a blush covering your cheeks at the thought. “What’s going on, what are you thinking about at 6:30 in the morning?” He asked, looking at you like you were crazy after seeing the time on his alarm clock.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged looking away from him.

“C’mon talk to me.” He pushed sitting up to face you where you clung tight to the sheet that was also still covering him up to his hips.

“I just said a lot of stuff last night that’s kinda embarrassing looking back on it now.” You admitted remembering distinctly how you encouraged him to fuck you.

“Like?” He urged making you groan.

“I am not answering that.” You shook your head looking around the room for any piece of clothing.

“I can’t think of a single thing that didn’t sound incredible coming out of your mouth.” He shrugged just as you found a shirt slipping it on before realizing it was his.

“It’s probably just a good idea for me to leave.” You sighed contemplating what to do.

“We’ve gotten like 3 hours of sleep. Please lay back down.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Jay.” You sighed running a hand down your face.

“Just come back to bed and let me cook you breakfast later. Then if you want to leave you can.” He bargained, voice still raspy from lack of sleep. Your mind was all over the place. You did want to be here, and last night was great and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping for a morning encore. That’s what friends with benefits were for right? But how would this end? You just didn’t want to get hurt again somehow, but maybe that was just something you had to risk.

“Only if you make French toast.” You reasoned making him grin.

“That can be arranged.” He lifted his arms to pull you back to his chest.

“Your voice is sexy in the morning too.” You whispered after a few minutes, hoping he was asleep already.

“I think it’s a little worn out from all the sounds you had me making last night.” He retorted making you giggle.

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fanficbambiandy · 3 years

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𝟘𝟙.𝟘𝟚. 𝕎𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕠

Word count: 10.4k

Summary: After Jess's untimely death, the gang have to keep their heads on and protect the world. This time Sam, Dean and Ariana are facing off with a wendigo.

A/N: Episode two is here>:) I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't really have that much time, with school and going to drawing. I'm afraid that Ariana turned out a bit of a nuisance in this episode, but oh well, can't blame a girl for not wanting her family to die from mister wendigo. WHILE THIS FANFIC IS WRITTEN WITH A SPECIFIC OC, YOU CAN ALWAYS REPLACE WORDS AND NAMES TO SUIT YOU!

Baby was driving down the road, her back window slightly ajar with two fingers and a cigarette hanging from it. Ariana was looking at the road they were passing, it looked more like a mirage, everything a blur of lavish green trees and welting yellow grass. It was November after all.

She looked down at the open journal on her lap. It was filled with many-a-things: sketches, diary entries, poems. It wasn’t her only one though, she had accumulated at least twenty during her lifetime, all filled with her thoughts, be it written or drawn.

The green-eyed huntress looked to the front, where she noticed her partner quickly averting his from the rear-view mirror. She smiled, slightly, he always made her smile somehow. Looking at the seat besides Dean, Ariana saw his brother finally closing his eyes and resting. After what happened with Jess, Sam couldn’t sleep, nightmares keeping him up. Every hunter knew what it meant, how it felt, but it didn’t seem to help anyone, not Dean, not Ariana and certainly not Sam.

Taking her final drag of smoke, Ariana took her cleaned out cigarette jar and threw the bud in, her silver ring clinking against the glass. It seemed the ring had always been with her, even when she couldn’t wear it on her finger, the ring would hang on her neck. Ariana herself was never big on jewellery. She liked it of course, but the woman couldn’t exactly think about such things with everything in her life. The silver ring with a hidden, refillable holy water flask and a bronze pendant with a black pearl set inside of it, that’s all she had left of her mother. A mother she didn’t quite remember.

But her sombre thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing in her pocket. Flipping it open she saw five messages:

╿✉ (5) 10:34 ╿

╿Messages received (5) ╿

╿Dad <3 (3) ╿

╿Jane (2) ╿

Clicking the first contact, the messages popped up:

╿✉ (2) 10:34 ╿

╿ Dad<3 ╿

╿ Nov. 9 20:16 ╿

╿You, okay? ╿

╿I’m guessing the big idjit ╿

╿came by? ╿

╿ Nov. 10 08:57 ╿

╿Stay safe, got it kiddos? ╿

Ariana typed out a quick response to Bobby, saying that she was okay, that her Dean and Sam were looking for John. She also added a small heart afterwards. Opening the other message was harder, not because of technical difficulties, purely emotional ones. Jane and Ariana had been friendssince middle-school, with many bumps in the road. And while Ariana would never admit it out loud, she was scared.

╿✉ 10:36 ╿

╿ Jane ╿

╿ Nov. 7 19:38 ╿

╿Heard u were out of town? ╿

╿Hope everything is OK, ╿

╿miss u <3 ╿

The huntress looked at the message for a couple of minutes, toying with her necklace, before abruptly shutting her phone and digging in her leather jackets pocket for another cigarette.

“Everything okay there?” Dean’s low voice rumbled almost imitating Baby.

“Yeah, just-,” Ariana stopped herself, mulling over her answer, “Dad messaged, that’s it,” She mumbled, putting the roll-up to her lips.

“Don’t bullshit me, Ari,” Dean said, his tone gentle, understanding.

Rolling down the window, his partner blew out a puff, “Girl problems,” a murmur.

However, before Dean could continue the conversation, Sam jerked awake, blinking away the image. Both of the older hunters looked over at him concerned.

“You, okay?” He asked his brother, eyes still on the road.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Sam answered, quickly glancing at Dean.

“Another nightmare?” The green-eyed hunter asked again.

Instead of an answer, he gets Sammy clearing his throat.

“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean inquire, his lip slightly twitching up.

“Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.” Sam laughed.

“Just thought you might want to. Never mind,” Dean explained himself, slightly annoyed, that his attempts at helping weren’t actually helping.

“Look, man, you're worried about me,” Sam started, “that both of you are worried,” He thought back to how Ariana offered him her blanket, she kept in the back, “I get it, and thank you guys, but I'm perfectly okay.”

Both Ariana and Dean looked at each other through the rear-view mirror, both of their eyebrows raised, a dead-panned expression, “Suuuuuuure,” Ariana uttered, turning to look through the window again, she heard Sam rustling with the map.

After a couple of awkward beats of silence, Ariana hinted at something, “You know, I haven’t driven Baby in a-”

“No.” Dean cut her off sternly.

“Oh come! Why not,” Ariana whined back at him.

“Till your weird black-out’s stop, you don’t have any driving privileges,” He explained, obviously not budging on the topic.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” Ariana mumbled, sliding back into her lovely back seat.

This time Sam looked at her through the rear-view mirror, “This happened before?” He asked, his eyebrows pinched together.

“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal,” She murmured.

“Suuuuuuuure,” Dean repeated her words back at her.

“Yeah, yeah, better tell us where we are, Dee,” Ariana said, trying to stir the conversation as far away from her weird blackouts.

“We are just outside of Grand Junction,” He responded.

“You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon,” Sam muttered, immediately followed by a heavy sigh from Dean, “Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-”

“We gotta find dad first,” Sam finished.

“Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do,” the older brother reassured.

“We’re gonna find him, Sam,” Ariana added, a gentle smile gracing her lips, “if one thing is for sure, I am douchebag magnet,” She gave a teasing grin to the brothers. From a young age she had troubles with John and years really didn’t help tame her distaste of him. Dean just looked at her, not the slightest bit impressed.

“It's weird, guys. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge,” Sam cut in, looking confused at the piece of paper in front of him.

“What about it?” Dean asked, peeking over at the map.

“There's nothing there. It's just woods,” Sam set down the map, “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”

“I don’t know, Sam, but we’re gonna find out soon enough,” Ariana said, the sign with Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forestreflecting in her eyes.

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“So, Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote,” Sam commented as he and Ariana were looking over the 3D model of the park, “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.”

“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear,” Dean called out to them. As Ariana and Sam made their way to the photo, the woman realized it was a hunting photo. And while the animal was truly magnificent, it was dead.

“Oh, wow, what more fun can big macho men have if not murdering natural wildlife in its own habitat,” She huffed, her eyes glaring at the man in the photo, “Besides the crimes their committing against animals, it might not be our case. Maybe John misunderstood something.”

“Maybe… I mean there’s gotta be at least a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.” Sam thought aloud. “You kids aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?” A ranger spoke up behind them, forcing the group to abruptly turn around.

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,” Sam spoke first, smoothly making up the lie, which even Ariana was impressed by.

“Recycle, man,” Dean raising his fist in the air, Ariana trying her best to control the upcoming laugh.

“Bull,” the ranger argued, his coffee cup in his hand. The three hunters tried not to the show the shock on their features, Sam turning at Dean and Ariana, whose former smile was wiped off, “You're friends with that Haley girl, right?”

“Yes.” After a few milliseconds of debating Ariana and Dean both spoke at the same time.

“Yes, we are, ranger…” Ariana had an inquisitive tone, lowering her lashes and shily biting her lip at the ranger.

“Wilkinson,” the man stuttered, his ear tips slightly reddening.

“Wilkinson,” Ariana repeated, giving him a flirtatious smirk.

Coughing slightly, the old man looked to Dean and Sam, “Well, I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the 24th, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” Both Dean and Ariana were nodding along, though neither quite caring for the man’s explanation, “You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will. Well, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?” Dean asked, throwing a smirk to the man.

“That is putting it mildly,” The man answered, and Ariana had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Yes, worrying about a loved one is absolutely insane. No matter, Ariana slowly made her way to the ranger, while speaking.

“Actually, ranger Wilkinson, I think Haley would calm down if we could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date,” Ariana asked, plastering a sweet smile and at the end of the sentence biting her lip.

The ranger eyed her, denying them the paper on the tip of his tongue.

“But I understand if that’s out of your jurisdiction, I just thought, a man who looks as powerful as you do, would surely be able to do so. Ranger Wilkinson,” Ariana looked at him through her lashes, trailing her fingers over his nametag.

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The group walked out of the ranger station, Dean and Ariana chuckling at how easy it was to get the permit.

“Can’t believe he fell or that,” Dean laughed, looking at the paper, slinging his arm around Ari.

“What, are you guys doing? Cruising for hook-ups or something?” Sam asked, annoyed.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, whatever that was between Ariana and ranger Wilkinson for one. The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam looked at his partners exasperated.

At this point they had reached the Impala, Ariana, and Dean on one side, while Sam was on the other one.

“Yeah, as if mister ranger could hit it. We needed info Sam, get used to my methods,” Ariana scoffed, not happy with the 180 turn of Sam’s usually thoughtful demeanor.

“And, I don’t know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean looked at Sam confused. Both him and Ariana were looking at Sam. “What?” The man in question asked, ridiculously annoyed with everything. “Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?” Dean asked, slightly leaning on the Impala, a little smirk on his lips.

“Since now,” Sam said, expressionless.

“Well, I suggest you drop that shit, because that’s not how this goes,” Ariana had a stony expression on her face, as she climbed into the backseat. She was empathetic to Sam’s grieving, but no matter what a case is a case, no stone is left unturned.

Meanwhile, Dean had a stunned and even pleased look, muttering ‘Oh, really?’ before getting in.

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The group was standing in front of a wooden door with three windows on top. Dean knocked and a pretty woman, with wavy brown hair and a small build, opened the door, a confused look on her face.

“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that’s Ariana we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy,” Dean introduced themselves.

“Lemme see some ID,” Haley demanded, Ariana seeing just how much the woman didn’t trust their cover story. Dean still did comply, showing her a fake ID through the screen door, her eyes running over the card, before looking up at the oldest brother, who flashed her a boyish grin. At that she opened the door, “Come on in.”

“Thanks,” Dean said, Sam and Ariana continuing to stay silent. But before Haley moved away from the door, something caught her eye.

“That yours?” She asked, looking over at the Impala.

“Yeah,” A proud glint in his eyes, Ariana noted, a tiny smile forming on her own lips.

“Nice car,” Haley replied, before going inside, Dean following, or so it seemed, because he turned back to Ariana and Sam mouthing something. While Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics, Ariana made an obnoxious kissy face at him and whispered, “Don’t let the dick stroking get to your balls.”

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“So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?” Sam questioned, the group now standing in the dining room.

“He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now,” Haley explained, carrying two bowls from the kitchen, putting them down in front of her brother, Ben.

“Maybe he can’t get reception?” Ariana tried, looking at the woman kindly.

“He's got a satellite phone, too,” Haley added, Ariana’s theory going straight out the window doing a summersault. “Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“He wouldn't do that,” Haley’s brother finally spoke, his voice exhausted and annoyed. However, when Dean’s intense gaze fell on the brother, he quickly averted his gaze back to the plate. “Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other,” Haley explained, Ariana looking at Dean and Sam, the parallels almost a mockery.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked, unintentionally forming finger guns that pointed towards her computer.

“Yeah,” Haley nods.

All of them had huddled up around her laptop, a photo of a young man in a tent came on screen.

“That's Tommy,” Haley clarified, clicking twice as other photos appeared, the last being a video.

“Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.” Ariana and Sam both tensed up: in the video there was a quick shadow running through. The woman’s hand slightly squeezed the youngest’s shoulder, informing him, she saw it too.

“Well, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing,” Dean spoke reassuringly.

“Then maybe I'll see you there,” Haley retorted, all of the hunters looking at each other concerned for a split second, “Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So, I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself,” Haley explained her eyes carrying a passionate flame. And while Ariana admired the woman’s enthusiasm and hope, she slightly shook her head at the idea, going back to looking at the screen.

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean looked at her, nodding. “Hey, would it be okay if you forwarded it to, Sam?” Ariana interrupted, still intently looking at the screen.

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Having finished up at Haley’s house the group headed towards a local bar for some research, before tomorrow’s hunt. Ariana was seated opposite of Sam, both of them on their laptops doing research, when suddenly the green-eyed huntresses ears picked up on a sound, a sound of a game of pool beginning. Turning her head towards the pool table, she sized up the players, would it even be worth trying to play them…

“Not tonight, sweet cheeks,” Dean interrupted, plopping besides her and throwing his arm around her shoulders.

“Fine,” She sighed, “but I could’ve gotten some easy cash,” Ariana added, going back to typing some words into the search bar.

“Don’t doubt it, sunshine,” Dean smiled at her.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found,” Sam started.

“Any before that?” Dean asks, as Ariana scoots John’s open journal to the middle of the table. A top of the pages laid a torn-out newspaper article.

“Yup, in 1982, eight different people vanished in the same year. Authorities of course claim it was a grizzly attack,” Ariana described her tone slightly ironic. Dean took the article into his hands, looking over the contents. “And again in 1959, and again before that in 1936. Like clockwork every 23 years,” Ariana concluded.

“Okay but watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out,” Sam redirected the attention to his laptops screen that was turned towards Ariana and Dean. He clicked through three frames of the video one at a time, a shadow running through.

“Do it again,” Dean asked, looking intently at the screen, Sam doing so.

“That’s three frames. That’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move,” Sam determined.

“And the one thing I remember from physics, bears don’t move that fast,” Ariana added, Sam looking at her confused, why the hell would that come up during physics?

Suddenly Dean playfully smacked Sam across the chest, “Told you something weird was going on.”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed.

“That’s not all though,” Ariana handed Dean another article, “In ’59 one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. A kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

Dean looked at his partners, “You got a name?”

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Baby pulled out in front of a house, a man sitting on his porch unsuccessfully trying to light his cigarette. Ariana, followed by Dean and Sam walked up to the man, taking out her own lighter and offering it to the man, “Mr. Shaw?” She asked, the man taking her lighter, finally lighting the bud.

“In the flesh,” He looked at her, giving the small metal box back.

“We’re park rangers from Blackwater Ridge and we were wondering if we could talk about the attack you experienced in ’59,” Ariana asked, her eyebrows pinched together.

The old man stood up, nodding his head for the group to come inside.

“Look, rangers, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-” Mr. Shaw said, his voice hoarse.

“Grizzly? That's what attacked them?” Sam interrupted, which Ariana wasn’t pleased with his brash nature. But it seemed it nicked something for the man in front of them. He nodded, slowly turning around to look at the ‘rangers.’

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean pushed, looking at the man, “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

A beat of silence passed over them, before Ariana’s softer voice cut through the room, “Mr. Shaw, I know it must have been horrible to go through that as kid, but if we knew what we were dealing with, we might able to stop it for good.”

“I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make,” The man said, tiredness leaking through his words as he sat down, “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

Ariana looked at the man, no pity, just sympathy gleaming in her eyes. She approached the man, sitting down in front of him, placing her hand atop of his wrinkled one, looking directly into his own tormented eyes, her voice soft, “I promise you; we’ll believe you. What did you see?”

The man paused, his eyebrows scrunched together, his eyes just slightly sparkling with unshed tears, “Nothing… It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.” At the end of his recounting, Shaw had one tear slip down his face, but Ariana during that whole time didn’t look away, gently rubbing her thumb over his hand.

“It came at night?” Sam asked behind Ariana, trying to keep his voice low as well. Shaw nodded, not looking at any of them.

“Got inside your tent?” Sam inquired again.

“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming,” One tear seemed to almost slip down again, but he blinked it away.

“It killed them?” Sam, almost surprised, asked.

“Dragged them off into the night,” He started shaking his head, “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.” The man slipped his hand out from under Ariana’s, tugging his collar down revealing claw mark scars on his neck, “Did leave me this, though. There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

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The three of them were walking down the corridor of the motel, rooms on either side. It was dark, a blue tint coming in through the window.

“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls,” Dean thought out loud.

“So, it's probably something else, something corporeal,” Sam suggested.

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.” At Dean’s remark Ariana huffed out a laugh.

“Shut up,” Sam directed that to both of them, “So, what do you guys think?”

“I mean considering the claws and speed, could be a black dog, skin walker… If we were closer to the north, I’d say adlet,” Ariana speculated.

“Well, whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it,” Dean smirked at his companions.

Dean popped up Baby’s trunk open, propping the weapon’s compartment up with a shotgun before he and Ariana started putting some guns in a duffel bag.

“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there,” Sam said, leaning down to the two of them.

“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean asked?

“Yeah,” Sam said, as if it were the most logical answer. “Sam, with peace and love, repeat that again. How do you think that would play out? Sunshine and friendship bracelets? My bets on ambulance and straitjackets,” Ariana said, looking at Sam. “Funny,” Dean looked at Ariana before turning his attention to Sam, “Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.” Dean explained, grabbing the duffel bag, meanwhile Ariana shut the boot of the Impala.

“Finding dad's not enough?” Sam questioned, annoyance seeping into his words, “Now we gotta babysit too?”

Ariana and Dean were looking at Sam, disbelief etched into their eyebrows.

“What?” Sam challenged.

“Nothing,” Dean answered, trying to make his way away from the situation.

“No, you know what not nothing,” Ariana finally said, looking straight up at Sam’s eyes. Dean was about to call out to her to stop, but she beat him to it, “Look, I get that your grieving, that you’re going through shit, that you want to avenge Jess, and I’m here for you, both of us are, we can listen, we can console, but you better drop this stuck-up attitude. I get that you want answers, that you want to find your father, but we have job that requires us to take care of that girl and kill that monster. It’s not fucking babysitting. It’s what we do: make sure that people are safe, help them. So, you better get used to how we work,” Ariana concluded, her eyes burning, jaw clenched, turning back to their motel room, Dean following after.

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Dean slowed the car down to a stop in front of a group: Haley, Ben and some man, Ariana didn’t recognize, but assumed to be the one hired to help, stared at them. All of them getting out the car, Ariana yanking a heavy duffel on one of her shoulders, the other one with a flimsy backpack. Sam almost immediately took the heavier duffel bag, “Thanks,” She mumbled.

“You guys got room for three more?” Dean called out throwing his arms out.

“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley asked, a slight smile coming on her lips as she looked at Dean.

“Who are these guys?” The man behind her asked, “Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue,” Haley explained, Sam walking past her.

“Ouch,” Ariana whispered to Dean, looking at Haley with a raised eyebrow. “You're rangers?” The man asked again, pointedly looking at Dean.

“That's right,” Dean nodded.

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley challenged.

Dean looked down at himself, “Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts,” he said, both of the hunters, in their jeans and biker boots, making their way past Haley.

“What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.” The man asked, annoyed at them. Sam turned back to look at him.

“Believe me, sugar, we know exactly how dangerous this can get. We just want to help them find their brother,” Ariana intervened.

“Why don’t you and your buddies get back in that car of yours and get lost, before you ruin your manicure. As if a pretty little doll like you know something about danger?”

“Well, I know that if you don’t shut your mouth now, your dick will be in severe danger, doll,” She replied, looking at the man, her eyes dangerously shining. She made her way past him, deliberately hitting the douche-bags shoulder. “Oh no! Dean I think I chipped my nails on this jerk’s fragile masculinity,” Ariana whined in a high-pitched noise, putting her hand on her forehead as a true primidone. Dean was smirking at her, which she returned, before making her way forwards, whispering ‘Dick’ under her nose. She made her way towards Sam, falling into step with him.

“Nice to know you didn’t lose your acting tricks,” Sam said, side-eyeing Ariana, a tiny smirk on his lips.

“Oh, I wasn’t acting, his dick is definitely in danger, if he keeps up the act,” Ariana then looked at Sam with a very telling look.

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The group had been hiking through the woods, for a while now, Roy, the hired jerk, leading the way, Dean following him, Ariana behind Dean, Ben, Haley, and Sam bringing up the rear. While Ariana didn’t find the company, specifically Roy, enjoyable, she didn’t mind the hike itself, the park was really beautiful. Next time though, Dean is carrying the backpack.

“Roy, you said you did a little hunting,” Dean attempted at an ice breaker.

“Yeah, more than a little.” Roy answered dismissively.

“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?” Dean continued.

“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.” At this Ariana rolls her eyes, ‘Of course.’ Dean made his way froward, Roy now behind him.

“Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?” At this Ariana giggled, not even trying to hide it. But it seemed Roy wasn’t humoured, grabbing Dean by his jacket. The group immediately stopped, Ariana already tensing up, and sizing Roy up.

“Whatcha doing, Roy?” Dean asked tentatively. Instead of responding, Roy bent down, picking up a stink and poking it at the ground, where it was captured by a bear trap. A bear trap, that Dean’s foot was about to end up in.

“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger,” Roy said smugly.

“It's a bear trap,” Dean announced, slightly turning back to the rest of the group.

“Smooth, Casanova,” Ariana muttered, just enough for Dean to hear, to which he grumbled, making his way forwards, Haley quickly following after him, slightly bumping Ariana out of the way.

“You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers,” Haley stated, finally grabbing Dean by his sleeve, “So who the hell are you?”

Ariana and Sam stopped behind Haley, catching Dean’s eyes, silently asking if he’s got it. Dean nodded at them, motioning them to keep moving. Sam left without a question, meanwhile Ariana looked for a moment longer, before reluctantly following the younger brother.

“Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat,” Dean explained, his lips slightly pursed.

“And her? Is she you sister?” Haley prodded, nodding her head towards Ariana.

“Ariana? Nah, she- she isn’t our sister,” Dean said, looking at the woman in question, her unruly hair sticking out from her messy bun, her back straight, walking besides Sammy, even though they weren’t talking. What wasn’t she to him? She was his partner, his right hand, his shoulder to cry on, the one who would open her arms to him after a nightmare, the one who would keep his hands warm, and make sure he wore a scarf, when it was cold out… She was his best friend. His bestest friend. “She’s- she’s a- a really great friend,” He finally said, looking at how Ariana finally said something to Sam, her lips instantly forming into a teasing smile. Dean’s features were graced with a smile at the sight.

“A great friend, huh,” Haley looked at him, with a raised eyebrow, “Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?” She asked, pulling Dean out of his daydream.

“I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. I mean, not counting Ariana. So, we okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And what do you mean we didn't pack provisions? Hey, Singer!” At this Ariana stopped and turned back, looking at him expectantly, “Provisions!” Dean called out. His partner swiftly took out a big yellow bag with the M&M logo on it, tossing it directly into his outstretched hand, “If what, we also have Oreos,” Ariana called out to him.

At that Dean looked at Haley, with a smirk already plastered on his face, and he reached into the yellow bag. “That woman is ready for the apocalypse,” With a final wink, he made his way towards Ariana.

Haley looks at them for a moment longer, before walking forward.

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“This is it. Blackwater Ridge,” Roy announced, turning back to look at the group.

“What coordinates are we at?” Sam asks, moving past Roy to the front.

At that the man takes out a GPS and fidget with it before, “Thirty-five and minus one-eleven.”

Ariana and Dean made their way to Sam, a bit further away from the group.

“You guys hear that?” Dean asked, taking in his surroundings.

“There’s nothing to hear,” Ariana commented, feeling uneasy, something here is really really wrong.

“I'm gonna go take a look around,” Roy declared, pocketing his device.

“You shouldn't go off by yourself,” Sam warned.

“That's sweet,” Roy said, making his way to the front, before he could pass them completely, Ariana grabbed him by the arm, “Listen, dickwad, we need to stay together.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetie,” he said, shrugging of her hand, which to be fair wasn’t that hard, and slightly waving his gun at them, before walking away, taking the lead again.

“All right, everybody stays together. Let's go,” Dean said, turning to look at the rest of the group, waiting for Haley and Ben to catch up.

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Dean, Ariana, Sam, Ben, and Haley were looking around the giant rocks, when they heard Roy call out, “Haley, over here!” Who took off, running towards Roy’s voice, the rest of the group hot on her tail, before everyone suddenly came to a halt, as Haley exclaimed. The campsite was ransacked: the tent was ripped and mangled, with blood stains, the supplies strewn around the area.

“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy commented on the scene. Dean, Ariana and Sam after taking in the scene started walking around the campsite, inspecting. Looking at what was presented to them, all of them realised, this isn’t what they first thought.

“Tommy?” Haley called out, getting the backpack off her. “Tommy!” She cried out, this time louder.

“Shh,” Sam ran up to her.

“Tommy!” One last time before, Sam shushed her again, “Why?”

“Something might still be out there,” He explained looking around the greenery.

“Sam.” Dean hollered, getting his brother’s attention.

Sam jumped over the tree root, finally reaching Ariana and Dean who were crouched down, looking at something.

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird,” Dean said, the three of them standing up.

“Well, we can rule out the skin walker and black dog theory,” Ariana stated, a nagging hypothesis at the back of her mind. Dean nodded, agreeing with her. Before making their way back to the rest of the group.

When they came back to the camp site, Ariana spotted Haley picking something up from the ground, taking a closer look it was mangled and bloodied phone. The woman’s shoulders slightly shook, before Dean crouched down next to her, looking at the thing in her hand, “Hey, he could still be alive.” At least he tried, Ariana could give him that. Haley must have not been impressed with that either.

The tranquillity of the scene was interrupted by a scream, “Help! Help!” Roy immediately took the lead, while Dean took out a pistol from his back pocket and cocked it.

“Help! Somebody!” The person cried out more, but when they reached the clearing from where the sound was coming from, there was no one there.

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?” Haley questioned.

Everyone stopped, making no sound and intently looking around their surroundings. Ariana’s gut telling her it was a trap, “Everybody back to camp,” She ordered.

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As the group finally came back running back to the campsite, it became clear, that the person in distress was nothing, but a distraction.

“Our packs!” Haley noted, looking around the almost empty ground.

“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone,” Roy muttered, annoyed at the entire situation.

“What the hell is going on?” Haley asked, no one in particular.

“It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help,” Sam explains aloud.

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear,” Roy inquires, clearly not understanding the situation.

“No, Roy, not someone,” Ariana noted, her lips pursed, turning to look at her partners, “Guys, I need to talk to you. Alone.”

The three of them made their way further away from the group, being cautious about the area they were walking around.

“Good. Let me see dad's journal,” Sam looked at Dean, who gave his younger brother the book. Sam started flittering between the pages, while Ariana spoke up, “Okay, listen, I know it might sound stupid, but I think we may have a wendigo on our hands.”

“Oh, come on, Ari! Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west,” Dean protested.

“Think about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,” Sam interrupted, pointing to their father’s journal.

“Great,” Dean sassed, showing his pistol, “Well, then this is useless.”

Ariana nodded her head, eyebrows raising for a second, “Yup…”

Sam looked at his companions, before pushing John’s journal into Dean’s chest and making his way towards the camp, before promptly stopping, “We gotta get these people to safety.”

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“All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated,” Sam called out to the group as he made his way back to the campsite, Dean and Ariana following after him.

“What?” Haley demanded.

“Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it,” Roy tried to control the situation.

“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,” Sam continued, Dean and Ariana already knowing how this will end.

“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders,” Roy raised his voice.

“Relax,” “Can it, Roy,” both Dean and Ariana told Roy.

“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you,” Sam explained.

“You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night,” Roy spat, getting into Sam’s space.

“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here,” Sam continued, a slight condescending smile passing his lips.

Roy pushed on Sam’s shoulder, “You know you're crazy, right?”

“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen-” Sam was interrupted by Dean pushing him away from Roy, followed by an order, “Chill out.”

“Roy!” Haley on her side trying to defuse the situation called out.

“Listen up, fucking cum splat, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You have no clue what’s going on, so, shut your trap and listen to us,” Ariana hissed at Roy, her eyes hard.

“And you need to learn a thing or two about manners, show some respect, girlie,” Roy jeered. Ariana’s palm was already scrunched up in a tight fist, ready to right-hook the man, but Dean grabbed her hand, “Chill the fuck out, Singer.”

“Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him,” Haley was looking directly at the group, determination in her eyes.

Dean looked back at his brother and friend. Ariana didn’t seem pleased with the decision he was about to make but nodded for Dean to go ahead.

“It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?” Haley asked, as Dean and Ariana went past her.

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The group had managed to get a fire going, while Dean and Ariana were drawing symbols in the dirt around the campsite.

“One more time, that's-” Haley asked, pocking at the fire.

“Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them,” Dean explained again, hoping, that it would soothe her. Roy, of course, humourlessly chuckled at this.

“Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy,” Dean said, going towards Sam and Ariana, who had finished drawing her symbols. She was holding Sam’s hands between her own, most likely because the woman believed the younger brother to be cold.

“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asked

“Dean-” Sam started after a pause, Ariana interrupting him, before he could even try and utter the words ‘fine’ and ‘okay.’

“No, Sammy, you're not fine. You’re acting like a firecracker, not thinking anything through. Dean’s supposed to be the belligerent one here,” at that Dean slightly glared at his partner, “even I’m closer to acting all riled up.”

“Dad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?” Sam started, his voice faint.

“Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think dad's ever been to Lost Creek,” Dean revealed, Ariana not exactly being surprised either.

“Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find dad. I mean, why are we still even here?” Sam asked annoyed, like a little kid.

“Sa-” Ariana began, before Dean stopped her, getting up sitting in front of Sam and taking out John’s journal “This is why. This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession—everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”

“That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just…call us? Why doesn't he…tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?” Sam looks at Dean confused.

“Has you father ever made any sense,” Ariana quips, letting go of Sam’s hands.

“I dunno. But the way I see it, dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it,” Dean said. “Dean, Ari...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about,” Sam explained, his eyes brimming with tears, Ariana placing her hand on his knee.

“Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man,” Dean told his younger brother.

“How do you guys do it? How does dad do it?” Sam asked, completely drained.

Ariana gave Sam a sad smile, “Too fucked up to do anything else.”

Dean glanced over at the brother and sister sitting by the fire, “Well. for one, them.” Sam turned to look at the pair too. “I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable,” he paused, waiting for Sam to look back at him.

“I'll tell you what else helps,” Dean smiled at Sam and Ariana, who continued his sentence, with a smile, “getting to shoot shit.” In turn Sam gave them a tiny smile back.

“Help me!” A voice cut through the woods. Ariana, Sam and Dean jumped up, rushing towards the others, Dean taking out his gun, cocking it, Ariana standing in front of Ben and Haley, while Sam was shining a flashlight around. “Please! Help!”

“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put,” Dean commanded.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy challenged.

“Help! Help me!” Some twigs snapped. It was circling them.

“Okay, that's no grizzly,” Roy mumbled.

“It's okay. You'll be all right, I promise,” Haley was trying to calm her brother down. A sudden snarl from the side made her shriek, Roy and Dean not wasting a second pointing their weapons at the sound.

“It's here,” Sam spoke, before Roy fired off a shot at the rustling leaves. “I hit it!” He exclaimed, careless running towards his prize.

“Roy, no! Roy!” Dean yelled, “Don't move,” he ordered before running after Roy.

“Dean!” Ariana called out after him, going after him. Like, hell, she’s leaving him alone with a wendigo. Sam following right after her.

“It's over here! It's in the tree!” Roy called out to Dean.

“Roy!” Somewhere in the far distance Roy heard Dean calling out, the last human sound he heard before two clawed hands snapped his neck.

“Roy?!” Dean called out again, but no one answered.

“What were you doing, running after him like that?!” Ariana barked at Dean, angered by his recklessness.

“Well, why the hell did you follow me, I can’t fucking protect you outside the circle,” Dean growled back at her.

“Well, I can’t either,” Both of them were snarling at each other. Luckily, Sam grabbed them both by the collars, shoving them towards the campsite, “You can have your alpha stare off when it’s safe.”

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It was finally daytime; in the far distance some birds could be heard, and the slightest bit of hope was sung by them. Sam was sitting a bit farther away from everyone else, against a hollow tree stump holding John’s journal, playing around the lanyard attached to it. He was lost in thought, mulling over the words Ariana had said, Dean had said, hell his father’s words during his life…Jessica’s words.

“I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real,” Haley thought out loud, confused.

“I wish I could tell you different,” Dean spoke, inspecting the marks left on the tree bark, moving to crouch down next to Haley.

“How do we know it's not out there watching us?” She asked.

“We don't,” Ariana ominously replied, emerging from the woods, having no luck in getting more clues.

“But we're safe for now,” her partner added, hoping that it would comfort them.

“How do you know about this stuff?” Haley continued, looking at Dean intrigued.

“Kind of runs in the family. Hers too,” he said, before curtly getting up.

“Hey,” Sam spoke, Haley stood up as well, “So, we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.” The last part made Ariana slightly smirk.

“Well, hell, you know I'm in,” Dean smiled.

“I’ve got some time to kill,” Ariana added, leaning on Dean’s side slightly.

Sam had opened John’s journal to Hailey and Ben, most of it all handwritten.

“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours',” Sam started.

“They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter,” Dean continued.

“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asked, looking over the crude, ancient drawings.

“Well, the story tends to repeat itself: harsh winter, dude runs out of supplies, is starving, can’t get any help. Not having much of a choice he resorts to cannibalism, feeding either on his tribe or camp members,” Ariana explained.

“Like the Donner Party.” Ben commented, starring at her.

“Pretty much. But it’s not a new concept, cultures all over the world believe that human flesh or blood, has some inherent magical property once consumed. Abilities such as, superspeed, immortality, strength…” Ariana counted off.

“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry,” Dean added.

“So, if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley inquired.

Dean glanced back at Ariana and Sam, both nodding at him to go ahead and tell them, “You're not gonna like it.”

“Tell me,” She demanded.

“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there,” Dean explained, not sugar-coating the situation.

“And then how do we stop it?” The woman pressed.

“Well, guns are useless, so are knives,” Ariana stated, Dean walking past the siblings.

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Dean was leading the way through the woods, the Molotov and Ariana’s lighter in his hand. Some of the trees they passed were covered with claw marks and some congealing blood. Something wasn’t right, it was too placed.

“Dean, Sam” Ariana called out, finally stopping at one the tress.

“What is it?” Dean asked, as he and Sam jogged up to her. The tree also had tears in it as well as blood, some broken branches in the area.

“Don’t you think it almost seems like it’s luring us? I mean-” And Ariana’s was soon confirmed by menacing growl from the tree line, circling them. All of them whipped around, slowly making their way closer to each other. Hayley was standing under one of the trees, a tiny dripping sound on the side of her shoulder caught the woman’s attention. It was dark, thick blood. She looked up and leaped out of the way just in time, before Roy’s corpse dropped where she had stood.

“You, okay?” Ariana asked Haley, grabbing her by the arm, urging the black-haired woman to get up.

“His neck's broke,” Dean said, looking up at the thick woods, his eyes wide, the growling getting louder. “Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!” He commanded, pushing everyone to the front, using himself as a shield. Dean took the front, trying to lead them out, after him went Haley, Sam, Ariana, and Ben. The hunters were keeping a fast pace, but that didn’t help Ben, who tripped over an uncovered tree root. The huntress noticing this, quickly turned back, running to Ben grabbing him by his arm, “Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha, let’s move it.” Sam was there too in seconds, helping Ben up and effectively splitting the group into two. Out in the far distance they heard a shriek, Haley’s shriek. Ben instantly picked up his speed, “Haley?” The group running in the direction of the scream.

“Dean!” Ariana called out, looking around the clearing, seeing his home-made Molotov lying on the ground, broken. “Dean!” This time it was a desperate call, but desperation rots with silence.

“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asked, walking near Sam.

“Because Roy was dumbass that shot a monster and pissed it off,” Ariana snapped, her hands clenching and unclenching. Her partner is missing, her right-hand man, her fucking frie- “Ariana!” Sam barked out her name, trying to get her to come back to reality. “Breathe, ok? He’s gonna be fine.”

“I’m supposed to watch his fucking back, Sam,” Ariana grunted, trying to level her breathing.

Before Sam could comfort her, Ben called out, “They went this way.” He was holding a blue M&M between his fingers. Both hunters raced to the boy, who passed the candy to Sam, neither of them containing their relieved laugh.

“It's better than breadcrumbs,” Sam exclaimed, tossing the candy over his shoulder.

“God, I’m gonna make him carry that shit everywhere,” She laughed, following Hansel’s trail.

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The breadcrumbs led them to an abandoned mine, a perfect place for a wendigo’s fridge. The entrance was marked with big, bold, red letters that read:

WARNING! DANGER!

DO NOT ENTER!

EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL!

Sam looked back at Ben and Ariana, shrugging his shoulders, before opening the door and stepping in, the others following behind. In the mines Sam took, the lead, Ariana and Ben trailing him. The youngest brother was shining the light ahead of them, but a deep growl through the mind forced him to turn off the light. Ariana grabbed Ben and Sam’s hands, pressing them against the wall, making sure, if the wendigo did see them, she would be his main target. Sam noticed how the man next to him started hyperventilating. The brother pressed his hand against Ben’s mouth, before he could scream.

Thankfully, the wendigo took off to a different tunnel, and the group of three kept going. As they were walking on the floorboards, they gave out, making the three of them fall into a hole, lading on a pile of bones. Ben spotted a pile of skulls near his head and he jumped back, “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay,” Ariana said in a hushed town, looking over her surroundings.

“Dean!” Sam called out in a muted voice, Ariana instinctively getting up and running towards the man who

was strung up like a pig for slaughter by his wrist.

“Haley, wake up!” Ben went to his sister.

“Dean,” She whispered, not trusting her voice. Ariana gently rubbed her thumbs over his face, “Come on, Winchester, wake the fuck up, dick,” She whispered, slightly digging her fingers into his cheeks. That seemed to work, Dean groggily opening his eyes.

“Dean,” Sam looked at his brother.

“’bout time, you guys are late,” He gave them his signature Dean grin accompanied by a shitty joke. Sam smiled back at him, cutting his brother down. Dean stumbled, his legs feeling weak. Ariana without a second lost, linked her arm behind his back, helping him sit down, the hunter making panful grunts along the way.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked, looking at his brother, meanwhile Ariana was running her hands around his chest, sides arms and legs, making sure nothing was broken or out of place, “Yeah,” Dean grunted, once she hit a tender spot.

“Yeah, definitely fine,” Ariana snarked back at him, checking over the parts where she saw blood.

“Look sweet cheeks, I love your hands on me, and if you want to continue doing this later, I’m all for it,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. Not even pain, would stop him from making crude jokes. And not even in worry, would Ariana back down, deliberately hitting a sore spot. “Thanks,” another grunt from Dean, “Where is the fucker?”

“He's gone for now,” Sam said, looking intently at his brother’s wounds.

The group was so preoccupied with taking care of each other, they forget the reason they were here.

“Tommy...” Haley faintly whispered. Suddenly, followed by Haley’s scream, her brother woke up. “Cut him down!” She ordered turning to the hunters.

Sam being taller, reached up towards Tom’s bounds, while Ariana helped Dean get up from the ground. “We're gonna get you home,” She heard Haley whisper.

“Check it out,” Dean said, noticing some flare guns between an array of stolen supplies in the corner, twirling one in hand.

“Flare guns. Those'll work,” Sam commented.

“They sure will,” Ariana smiled. They were getting out.

The group was making their way down a tunnel, Ariana, Sam, and Dean taking the lead, all with a flare gun, while Haley and Ben were in the back, supporting a limping Tommy. However, a growl, not that far away from them, stopped the group in their tracks.

“Looks like someone's home for supper,” Dean commented his eyes keen.

“We'll never outrun it,” Haley spoke.

“You guys thinking what I'm thinking?” Dean asked looking at his partners.

“Yeah, I think so,” Sam said, while Ariana nodded.

“All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Ariana. They’re gonna get you out of here,” Dean directed it to Haley.

“Like hell you’re going in there alone,” Ariana cut in, her eyes ablaze.

“Ariana,” Dean growled, “We don’t have time.”

Ariana bunched up his jacket in her fist, their eyes trained on each other, glaring.

Finally, Ariana sighed, “You better come back,” She said, her lips pressed together, she backed away, looking at Dean, “You better stay fucking safe.”

“When am I not, Ari?” Dean gave her a wink, before walking off in the opposite direction, “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.” At this Ariana shakes her head, before taking the lead, flare gun raised in front of her, “All right, come on! We don’t have much time.”

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Ariana was walking in front of the group, Sam right after her, both having their flare guns ready. A snarling sound made them stop.

“Get him outta here,” Sam whispered.

“Sam, no,” Haley protested, remembering her talk with Dean.

“Go! Go! Go!” Ariana pushed them towards the tunnel, “We’ll be fine!” She added, hopping it would comfort the woman.

“Come on, Haley!” Ben convinced his sister. With one final look, Haley looked at the hunters in front of her and moved away.

“Come on. Come on,” Sam urged.

The pair pressed themselves to the wall, holding up their guns. But a growl from the other side made them turn their heads, both startled by the disfigured face. Sam unsuccessfully shot at the Wendigo, Ariana’s barely grazing the monster, but long enough to distract the beast and for them to scramble to their feet.

“Sam! Ariana!” They heard Haley call out, both of them sprinting to the siblings.

“Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry,” Sam pressed, Ariana lightly pushing them forwards.

They were running as fast as they could, Sam taking the front, while Ariana rounded the back. But they stumbled into a dead-end, and there was no way out. Sam without a second thought stood in front of the Collin’s family, almost completely hiding them.

“Get behind me,” Sam ordered, pushing Ariana behind him, when she didn’t listen, standing next to him, trying to shield the youngest brother as much as her frame allowed her.

The wendigo came stalking towards the huddled-up group, taking it’s sweet time, enjoying how it’s prey was quivering.

“Hey!” The familiar voice yelled out, the wendigo abruptly turning around to look at who interrupted it’s fun. Dean at once, firing a straight short right into it’s stomach, the flame climbing up it’s insides, horrid shrieks were let out by the monster, before the wendigo was finally freed from it’s pain.

“Not bad, huh?” Dean asks, giving a small smirk to the group.

“Not bad at all, Winchester,” Ariana smiled back, running up and hugging the man, whispering, “Don’t ever pull that shit again.”

Sam grinned.

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“And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?” The officer asked Ben. They were back at the ranger’s station, and ambulance loading up Tommy, red and blue light’s flickering over the faces of two officers.

“That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds,” Ben explained, all of them deciding it’s best to stick to the grizzly theory. Sam was nodding along to what Ben was saying.

“All right, we'll go after it first thing,” The officer reassured Ben and Sam.

“So, I don't know how to thank you,” Haley started, in turn Dean gave her a lascivious smirk, “Must you cheapen the moment?” She asked, smiling despite herself.

“Yeah,” He rolled his eyes at that, a boyish charm to it.

“That’s his specialty,” Ariana added coming up behind Haley from one of the ambulance cars.

“You riding with your brother?” One of the paramedics interrupted, looking at Haley.

“Yeah. Let's go,” she said to Ben. Looking at Dean for a second she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “I hope you find your father,” the black-haired women wished, before turning to the other’s, “Thanks, Sam, Ariana.”

“No problem,” Ariana gave her a tight-lip smile, as the group finally split. The Collin’s getting inside the ambulance, “Close her up.”

“Guys, I really fuckin’ hate camping,” Dean exclaimed, throwing his arm around Ariana’s shoulder.

“Me too,” Sam mumbled.

“Oh, but think of the s’moores, Dee,” Ariana teased.

“Microwave s’mores, best of the best,” He grinned back at her.

“Fair enough,” She mumbled back.

“Sam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?” Dean spoke up again, after three beats of silence.

“Yeah, I know… But in the meantime? I'm driving,” Sam smiled.

Dean lowered his head, toying with the keys to Baby, before throwing them in the air only for Sam to catch them.

“Seriously, Dee?” Ariana looked at him, wanting her driving privileges back.

“Black-out’s,” Dean smiled at her, tapping his temple, before ducking into the passenger seat.

“Black-out’s,” Ariana mocked, getting into the back seat of Baby.

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As the three of them finally check into their motel room, Sam and Dean had already reserved their turns to the shower, Ariana being the last one to enjoy the warm water, running down her aching back and taking away all the grime off of her. Even when the shower turned ice-cold, Ariana couldn’t force herself out from under the running stream, until her toes started feeling slightly numb. Getting out of the shower, the huntress pulled on a pair of dark blue sweatpants and one of Dean’s shirts she stole years ago, over her tattoo clad body; the ones that were still visible, were the ones not being covered up by the mid-length sleeves. Walking out the bathroom she saw Sam passed out on top of his covers, Dean, on the other hand, was lying on the sofa, beer in one hand, the remote control in the other one.

The woman walked towards her and Dean’s bed that they were sharing, taking off the duvet and throwing it over Sam, tucking him in and planting a kiss on his forehead, a force of habit to her.

“Get your feet up,” She patted Dean’s legs. The man didn’t even think about moving, giving her a puppy-dog look.

Ariana sighed taking his legs, lifting them slightly, sitting down and laying his legs atop of her thighs. Gently rubbing his calves.

“You know?” She started.

“Mmm?” Dean hummed back.

“You really were a hero today. A reckless one, but a hero nonetheless,” Ariana smiled at him, “So, I thought…” She dug her fingertips slightly harder into his leg, “A little reward is in place.” It became accustom for them to take care of each other after a difficult hunt like this, either by giving a massage, going out ordering food, having the control of the motel television… Nothing extravagant, but thoughtful, nonetheless.

“God, this is the life: a massage, beer and shit TV? What mo- How do you have such strong fingers?” Dean was interrupted by Ariana’s fingers running over a particularly tender spot, he in turn moaning.

“Oh, you know, girlie stuff,” She smiled, one that Dean could barely make out through her curtain bangs.

“Come on, that’s my line,” He whined jokingly.

A couple of minutes passed liked that, the TV buzzing in the background, soft snores from Sam and Dean’s light breathing that was getting heavier.

“Dee?” Ariana cut through the lulling silence.

“Mmmm?”

“Promise, I’ll never lose you, no matter what,” she said.

“’fraid, you’re stuck with me, darlin’,” Dean mumbled, on the verge of sleeping, eyes closed, his voice slurred, “Promise,”

“I promise too,”

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special delivery

pairing: delivery boy!albedo x gn!reader

genre: fluff, humor, pinch of suggestiveness

w.c: 1.5k

synopsis: it was getting harder and harder to resist the beautiful boy who always delivered your pizzas. especially when he notices the way you look at him, ever the observant one...

a/n: happy birthday chae !! @albehoe i’m glad we met and i enjoy all of our talks in the server! welcome to being 19; hope you enjoy this little gift i put together for you hehe

the doorbell finally rings, snapping you out of mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you grab your wallet and hop off the couch, more than ready to receive your pizza order for dinner.

you open the door and your brain immediately shuts down.

a young man, around the same age as you, stands before you and greets you with the most princely “good evening” ever. and if his voice wasn’t already enough to melt you, the red and black uniform looked like it was made just for him, complimenting his perfect skin and hair. that, along with his sparkling eyes was enough to convince you that he couldn’t possibly be real. you resist the urge to pinch yourself to check if you were dreaming.

“for (y/n), correct?” albedo, as you read on his name pin, snaps you out of your trance with his dreamy voice. it sounded even better when he said your name.

“yes.” you hand him the required amount of cash and take the box, brushing fingers ever so slightly. you offer the boy a smile, to which he nods in response.

albedo waves a gloved hand as he walks off of your porch. “have a good day.”

“thank you.” it sounded like the most appropriate choice of words at first, but you mentally curse yourself after he gets into the car and drives off.

you should’ve asked for his number, dammit. or at least told him to have a good day too.

what was supposed to be a perfect treat of an evening ended with you chastising yourself all throughout your meal.

this was your chance. you were going to order another pizza at the end of this week and hope that albedo would be your delivery boy again. you would at least try to remember to make more conversation with him this time, before leading up to hinting that you wanted to get to know him better.

you take a deep breath on the awaited day, when you answer the door. to your luck, it’s the exact same platinum-haired, blue-eyed mystery of a man who stole your heart within seconds.

“oh! good to see you again!” you sound a little too excited, and albedo appears perfectly unfazed.

“good afternoon. that’ll be $10.” he holds up a packet when you hand him the fee, and you raise an eyebrow. “i also got you a free sample of our newest secret sauce. it’s not supposed to be out until next month, but i’m conducting some research for my university and wanted to get a head start on people’s opinions on the taste, the texture, if they could perhaps recognize any of the ingredients used to make it..” he clears his throat. “anyways, since you’re such a dedicated customer you’re the first on the list. let me know what you think next time.”

“ah.” you lightly giggle at his rambling. he seemed very passionate about whatever field he was studying and determined to flesh out the best results for his research. you were the one who was nervous about keeping a conversation going when he seemed more than capable of doing so, as long as it was something he was acutely interested in.

and most importantly: he planned on meeting you again. there would be a next time.

“may i ask what your major is?”

“i’m a chemistry major. i was originally planning on doing biology, the study of life, but there is just as much essence of life in chemical reactions. taking two or more things to form a new substance...the embodiment of the life cycle itself.”

you nod, feeling nearly as fascinated in his studies as he appears to be. you would love to hear more about it, perhaps sitting across from him at a cafe, dressed casually out of his work clothes...

“excuse me. i do not wish to take up too much of your time. enjoy your pizza.”

“wait.” you call out, a fleeting sense of courage rising up, only for it to collapse once more when you catch yourself staring directly into albedo’s eyes. an endless ocean of curious orbs, their intensity making you feel seen right through, inside and out.

“um, actually never mind. sorry, have a nice day!” albedo nods, scratching the back of his neck as he heads off.

being unfathomably nervous and having a crush on someone farther than they appear was not a good mix.

you open the cabinet, ready to do some spring cleaning. your hand slips, accidentally knocking over an empty container. before you can pick it up, you notice a white packet that had been hidden underneath.

right. the sauce.

you hadn’t forgotten about it. you simply put it aside to try it out later with another food, just for a little adventure. but there was never any time to cook anything that would possibly go with an unknown condiment.

or more like, no one to cook with.

you grab your phone and dial the number that you’ve pretty much memorized by now. you bite your lip while listening to the other line ring.

“hello, thank you for calling favonius pizza co. this is albedo, how may i help you?”

“hi, albedo.” surely he’ll recognize your voice when he promised a next time, after all.

“oh, (y/n)? will it be the usual?” your stomach flutters from the way he perks up while saying your name.

“no, but i’m so glad it’s you answering the phone. i actually wanted to talk to you regarding the sauce. um, do you mind maybe coming over when you get off from work and i can show you exactly what i wish to convey?”

this doesn’t feel right. asking someone you’ve only met twice over into your own house, just for the sake of your silly crush that led to silly little fantasies in your head-

“sounds good. it’s been really difficult gathering feedback from other customers, due to the lack of communication. and it also works out that i can see you in person so i don’t have to take up too much time during my shift. i’ll be there in an hour and a half or so.”

you stop gaping, realizing you have to confirm your meeting. “okay! take care and i’ll see you then!”

“bye.” with that, albedo hangs up.

you rush to set up the ingredients for your cooking, date, perhaps, with albedo. even if he didn’t think of you the same way that you did, you would always cherish him agreeing to spend time with you.

an hour passes by and he’s already promptly ringing the doorbell. you can’t help but feel your knees grow weak at the sight of him in his gray hoodie and light colored jeans, his hair uncovered without the cap. and his eyes glimmer differently, adding to the new feeling his casual attire grants the sight of albedo outside of work.

“hi! the kitchens right this way!” albedo takes off his shoes and follows you to the adjacent area, right to the counter.

“you seem to have gathered more than just the sauce. and you also didn’t order a pizza either.” he remarks placing a hand under his chin.

“that’s because i wanted us to cook together and for you to see my reaction to it with other food. that’d add more variety to your results y’know?”

albedo continues to inspect the ingredients you had laid out for the chicken nuggets, picking up a jar of seasoning to smell it. “you’re definitely more invested in this than i expected you’d be.” he chuckles, the deep vibrations of his chest sending shivers down your spine.

“we shouldn’t have much of a problem if we’re doing this together, even though i’m not really the best at cooking. however there is one other thing i’ve realized...” albedo puts the jar down, turning to face you. he possesses the same observational look that he gave you the last time he delivered, and walks closer to you. the closing gap effectively cages you on the counter, your chests brushing against each other, making your breath hitch.

“(y/n),” he hums. “were you really ordering pizza the last time? or were you ordering me, instead?”

you want to reply, but any form of coherent speech dissipates in your throat. he’s so close, and normally you’d be embarrassed if someone was able to figure you out like this, yet you only found his curiosity and the way he pried into things even more attractive. especially if he had that kind of attitude towards you.

a sigh escapes your lips and you place a hand on his shoulder. “i like you albedo. and yes, i did only order pizza just because i wanted an excuse to see you. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable, and if you don’t feel the same way feel free to leave and never speak to me again. i mean that.”

albedo remains silent for a few seconds before blinking slowly and shyly taking your hand.

“i’m not going anywhere. people who care about my work...are important to me. and i do admire your directness.” he lightly strokes your skin.

“perhaps i should give you what you asked for in your special delivery then, hm?” albedo chuckles. you giggle while playing with his fingers.

feeling a little bit bold, you press your lips to his digits, causing him to short circuit on the inside at your touch.

“i shall enjoy it then.” you whisper.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo fluff #albedo imagines #albedo scenarios

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iconic-ponytail · 3 years

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there's always money in the banana stand

riverdale promptathon week 3: yellow + business

Even as the sun sets, even as the breeze blows, the hell furnace of July in Riverdale burns on. It’s triply as sweltering inside the tiny booth running three freezers, offloading heat to sustain the frozen merchandise inside. “How can it be so hot in there when we are supposed to be selling frozen bananas?” JB complains, at least twice a week.

She’s twelve. Complaint is her new first language. She complains about being left in Riverdale while Gladys went back to Toledo. She complains about living in a trailer park that usually does not have warm water. She complains about their father being imprisoned for covering up a gruesome murder. But most of all, she complains about working in the banana stand.

Child labor laws aside, Jughead can’t blame her for that one. He hates the damn banana stand, but it’s their best shot.

Gladys’ monthly check covers rent and utilities for the trailer. Everything else is on him, now. The idiot eighteen year old who decided to petition the court to be his sister’s legal guardian. Well, and his idiot mom who signed off on it. So he needs money, and the Jones family has never been particularly flush with cash, just trampled over by FP’s failed “business opportunities.”

Enter: the banana stand.

It’s not the fastest revenue stream, Jughead finds. But it’s got potential.

Initially, Dilton doesn’t let him sell during the Twilight Drive-In’s concession stand hours. Before or after the movie, sure, but no overlap. “I’m not worried about competition, Jones. It’s just too humiliating for me to watch you sweat through that horrible yellow polo you call ‘branding.’”

But when customers asked him more than twice a night when the banana stand would be open, Dilton caved.

It’s not like being open during the screening hours is a whole lot more preferable. He only just transferred from Southside to Riverdale High last spring; now he’s the rising senior who hands out phallic symbols from inside a giant phallic symbol. Not exactly a boon to his popularity.

Still, recently the money is enough to pay the internet bill and keep JB fed for dinner when she can’t go to the summer breakfast and lunch program at the local park district. It’s still not enough for him to eat particularly well, and the smell of hot dogs and slurp of his classmates’ slushies makes the heat feel like a minor inconvenience.

He eyes the tip jar, willing himself to wait on rampaging the concession stand until the beginning of the film roar dies down. It’s a double feature tonight, which means maybe he can score enough cash to cover those damn college application fees his counselor will start hounding him about week one of school.

Then he sees her—Betty Cooper. She’s laughing, watching Archie Andrews try to catch popcorn in his mouth, tossed by his paramour, Veronica Lodge. She pauses to sip from her slushie straw, her lips—which he’s watched argue against homophobic and racist comments in their advanced lit class, or pressed to the cheek of her other best friend, Kevin Keller. Which he’s imagined, doing slightly less savory things, though the mere thought of said imagining has his heart pounding wildly.

(Jughead’s been eating way too many fucking bananas. Someone needs to check his potassium levels.)

His absolutely pathetic gaze, once available three times a day in their shared classes where Jughead has still not managed to exert any confidence whatsoever regarding speech, eye contact, or general acknowledgement of Betty Cooper’s existence other than whatever drooling may or may not be happening, all of which he finds he has no control over… is all interrupted by the absolute polar opposite of Betty Cooper. Hiram Lodge zooms up to the banana stand on his segway, angling to a stop just before taking out the stand’s foundation.

“Still getting a hang of that, Mayor Lodge?”

Hiram grimaces. “Just checking that you’ve renewed your business permit, Jones.”

They do this once a week. It’s still the same permit.

“You know,” Hiram starts as Jughead rustles for the paperwork to make him go the fuck away, “I could find you an arrangement with a better banana supplier. For a discount. If you’re interested.”

Jughead rolls his eyes. “I’m not interested in your GMO, black market bananas, Hiram.”

Hiram gives him a pointed look. Jughead rolls his eyes even harder. “Mayor Lodge.” He proffers the papers, Hiram waves them away. “I’ll take one chocolate peanut butter dip. With peanuts.”

Jughead kisses his teeth. “That will be $3.50.”

Hiram’s whole face goes serpentine. “Not between business partners, Jones. Put it on my tab.”

Jughead grits his teeth, handing the finished banana so aggressively he hopes that the chocolate splatters and stains Hiram’s $500 tie. It is only slightly worth it to watch Hiram struggle with navigating the segway one-handed, frozen banana in the other.

He muffles a chuckle before realizing he’s used the dead end of the chopped peanut topping, and exits the stand to update the order board hanging on the outside. It’s mostly an excuse to feel a ten degree drop in temperature, a sweet relief he might be able to extend by grabbing a hot dog before the intermission rush.

He’s crossing off peanuts from the topping list and spinning around when he hears a shriek and a sudden, cold slosh across his chest. The yellow polo drips with artificial blue slushie, but Jughead swallows his fucking hell when he sees that the shriek, gaping stare of horror, and stumble in question all belong to his very own blonde kryptonite.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD, jesus, shit, I’m so sorry!”

Jughead is frozen while Betty grabs about half his napkin dispenser and starts pawing at his shirt in a vain attempt to right the giant sticky blue mess all over his chest.

Finally, Jughead swallows the golf ball in his throat and chokes out. “Honestly, it’s fine. That stand is a sauna. I needed that.”

Betty stops, both her blotting and her stream of apologizing (which includes a fair bit of cursing, and he is a little revolted with himself by how much this turns him on).

“It’s going to get very sticky, soon. Maybe I should buy a bottle of cold water?”

Jughead can’t help himself. “Oh, impromptu yellow t-shirt contest?”

Betty grins.

I did that.

“Do you have any employees who could bring you another shirt?”

Jughead shakes his head. “Just my sister. She’s playing video games at home. There’s no earthly way she’ll bring me a spare.”

Betty cocks her head. “I had a feeling you were more than the silent back row kind of guy.”

The fact that Betty Cooper has, at any point, considered what kind of guy he is triggers full-on nervous blathering. “I’m usually very tired at school. I have this little sister—but I’m kind of um, her guardian. So I’m doing this stupid banana stand thing because it’s like one of the three assets to our entire family name I guess? Anyway, it’s hard to engage with Haggly’s basic discussion questions at eight in the morning when you spent the whole night dreaming about wholesale banana margins.”

He’s essentially vomiting words, but Betty is still smiling.

“Anyway, I should crawl back into my fruit-shaped purgatory and let you go back to your friends.”

She’s biting her lip, hedging. “Honestly, they’re probably using the alone time to make out in the car, and I’d rather let them get all their sexual tension out so that I don’t have to feel it radiating off of them for the whole second half of the double feature.”

Jughead laughs and tamps down the impulse to offer her a frozen banana, because he cannot possibly say something like that without making it sound sexual.

“What are frozen banana profit margins like, anyway?” Betty asks, either genuinely interested or legitimately flirting with him. Jughead finds both potentials baffling.

Jughead hesitates, then ducks inside the stand, pulling out his spiral bound notebook. “I’m still kind of figuring it out. All my records are in here.”

Betty sidles up to the stand, taking up the whole window. They’re both leaning over the scribbled line items on college ruled paper; he can smell her shampoo. She takes the notebook, scanning thoroughly.

“Do you have a pencil?”

He hands her one and observes her going to work, writing out some algebraic formula and calculating quickly in her head. There is a calculator within his reach, but he thinks handing it to her might come off as an insult. (Jughead wouldn’t know; he assumes Betty is in an advanced math class. Jughead is not.)

After a few minutes of watching her devoted focus, thinking about her hands touching his pencil, thinking about her hands wrapped around his hand, or his—

“I don’t know how to tell this to you, Jug.”

The shortening of his name stops his heart for a jolt, and his response is embarrassingly delayed. “What is it?”

Betty winces but smiles through it, a combination she’s surely learned to use when delivering bad news. It’s well earned, it really does soften the blow.

“There’s no money in the banana stand. At least, not with these margins.”

Jughead finds himself less than devastated by this news, mostly because it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The messenger doesn’t hurt, either.

“But,” she interrupts. “I don’t know if you’ve nailed down your course load for senior year. But I’m taking AP Econ? This could be, um, a good project. Like, if you want to take the class. Or even if you don’t. Not that you’re like a project or… whatever. I’m just saying we could figure it out. Make lemonade out of… bananas.”

Betty Cooper is extremely cute when she stammers.

Jughead doesn’t know what to do, so he gives her an easy out. “I can’t like, hire you, if that wasn’t obvious by the whole… deficit spending or whatever the whole negative circled number at the bottom of the page really means.”

She flushes. “No, that would be highway robbery. I just thought there might be an… opportunity. For um, us. I mean, for you and I. I mean—” she clears her throat, as if it’s closing up. “An academic opportunity. Or, in your case, professional. Well, a betterment of your livelihood. Okay, um, shit, just… I should go!”

She turns away, her face the deepest scarlet he’s ever seen.

“Betty, wait.”

She pivots back, eyes down at the ground.

“How about I buy you a new slushie and you come back into the booth. Tell me everything I’m doing wrong for the rest of the night.”

Betty looks up, biting the corner of her smile. “Sounds like a deal.”

They shake on it.

#this is unhinged but i had to ok #I HAD TO #riverdalepromptathon #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fanfiction #riverdalepromptathonweek3

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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Hello darling! Can I please request prompt 2 from choice 1 with Overhaul for the 2k special? Thank you so much. Congratulations. You deserve it!

I’m always happy to write for Overhaul. 🤤

Thank you so much nonny. 🤧❤

You’re so welcome. I hope you like it. 😊

You Know How I Hate Teasing || {NSFW} Overhaul x Reader

Event Masterlist | Tip Jar 📭

Warnings: smut, oral sex, 18+ content, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1k

Kai Chisaki was one of the toughest men you had ever met. He wasn’t one to play games and he wasn’t one to take orders. And if there was one thing that this man hated about the same as germs, it was when you teased him in any way.

He wasn’t one to let someone else have control over his body, and that was exactly what happened there. If you even attempted it angered him instantly. So when the two of you had the day off the last thing he had expected was that you would have wanted to stay in the house.

He had expected you to demand he take you out for the day. He had even made reservations at your favorite restaurant and had a car ready to pick you up as soon as he made the call.

But as he lay next to your sleeping body and you started to stir he had never expected the words that came out of your mouth to happen. He had barely even noticed that your eyes had been open when you spoke to him. “Kai...”

He smiled at you, a smile that you had always found so intoxicating. “Yes, my angel?”

You opened your eyes wider and stared into his own golden orbs. You wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day laying bed with him. He had no meetings, no work, no prior engagements that the two of you had to get to. “Can we stay home today?”

His eyes widened some. “You wanted to stay home? Really?”

You reached for his face and placed your hand on his cheek. “I just want to stay in bed with you all day.” You ran your thumb over his soft skin. “It’s not like we have to do anything today.”

He placed his hand over yours and an adventurous look took over his features. “Any particular reason you want to spend the day in bed together?”

A devious look filled your face as he watched to gauge your reaction. “We haven’t had a day where we’ve laid naked together in ages Kai. We’re due for one.”

Kai rolled over and hovered over you. “You’re right darling. And if that’s what you really want, then that’s what you’re going to get.” His lips pressed against yours as they danced together. “Now be a good girl and let me show you just how much I love you.”

He lifted the blankets and disappeared underneath them. His hands gripped the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart slightly. As your dripping cunt showed before him he licked his lips. “So pretty for me. Your pussy is so wet already darling.”

You couldn’t see him, but you knew exactly what he was doing. But as you tried to move the blanket you were rendered speechless and immobile. His tongue flicked across your clit as you bunched the sheet up in your fists.

The quicker his tongue moved the more you pulled at the material. You released the fabric and reached for his hair, tugging on it softly. You knew tugging on it would drive him crazy.

Just the small tugs made his tone change. Teasing him, one of the only things he hated. He tried his hardest to keep his cool. “Don’t tease pretty girl! You’ve been so good for me, don’t ruin it now.”

You smirked and removed your hand from his hair, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him. There was a growl to his next words. “You know how I hate teasing.”

His tongue moved quicker, sliding in and out of your sex. You threw your head back into the pillow as a loud moan escaped your lips. “Fuck... Kai.”

He chuckled against your cunt, sending vibrations through you. “You like that baby?”

You were barely able to muster the yes that came from your mouth as the coil in your abdomen began to tighten.

“Tell me exactly what you want daddy Kai to do to you baby girl.” He didn’t give you a second before he was back on you.

“Fuck me Kai.” You grabbed the headboard behind you and pulled on it. “I wanna feel your cock inside me.”

His tongue stopped and a whine filled the room as the pleasure dissipated in an instant, but your orgasm still loomed over you. “As you wish my queen.” He came out from under the blanket and pulled his erection through the fly hole of his boxers. “You might wanna hold onto that bed frame a little harder darling.”

With one thrust he bottomed himself out inside of you. Each thrust hitting all the right places, waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of you. His grunts filled your ears as he rut his hips into you relentlessly.

You wrapped your arms around his lower back and dug your nails into him. He winced from the pain some, but bounced back. Your orgasm neared it’s high as you moved your hips with him, rocking into his movements.

The slight movement from your end made him even more feral. His own bliss threatened to take over as he tried to hold it back. “I’m so close, Angel.” He reached over you and grabbed the headboard. “Come for me baby.”

His words sent you over the edge. The coil snapped and euphoria washed over you as you rode out your climax. A strangled sound came from the back of his throat as he filled your quivering cunt with thick ropes of cum.

He rolled over and fought to catch his breath. “You sure you wanna spend the day in bed together?” He chuckled. “Because I’ve got some frustrations from work to get out.”

You rolled over onto your side and ran your finger down his bare chest. “I’d love for you to take them out on me, Kai.” You climbed up and straddled him, kissing his chest. “Make sure you’re stress free when you go back tomorrow.”

Kai wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to him. “Don’t forget that you gave me permission.” He flipped you onto your back and winked at you. “No turning back now.”

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bourbonbees · 3 years

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Suptober Day 6- Cemetery Boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34336042

Rating- G Jack POV

Jack has discovered there are a great deal of things that he loves about being human, he loves eating cake, taking his dog for walks, and swimming, but there’s nothing he loves more than his family. His family is not conventional, he’s got three dads, one of which is an angel, but all of them love him unconditionally. It’s rocky at first with Dean but after some quality time spent listening to Zep and going fishing together, the grumpy hunter warms up to him. It also doesn’t hurt that Jack’s first dad, Castiel, is also Dean’s partner and therefore holds a lot of sway over him, whether he likes it or not. Sam, his third dad was the best! He’s the one that establishes family movie night, Jack’s favorite night of the week!

Sam lets Jack pick the movies pretty much every week, much to Dean’s dismay. This week Jack chooses Ghostbusters as his pick. It’s great, he especially loves the jokes and the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man. He isn’t sure where the writers did their research for the movie though, his experiences with ghosts contain a lot less whimsy and a lot more salting and burning. The movie is just wrapping up when it hits him, they don’t have a name, every great team of heroes has a name.

“Hey, why don’t we have a name?” Jack poses the question, looking to Dean for a response.

“Kid, how much candy have you had? Are you sugar crashing? Remember, me Dean, you Jack, that annoying guy over there, Sam, this adorable ray of sunshine, Castiel.” Dean is concerned, he feels Jack’s forehead and looks him over, his parental instincts kicking in.

“No like a team name! Like there’s The Avengers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, uh The Fellowship of the Ring.” Jack lists off, Sam sending him a proud smile at the last one.

“Jack, hunters don’t really do teams. We’re kinda solitary, it’s our nature.” Sam explains, causing Jack even further confusion as he looks around at his family. They do everything together, live together, celebrate wins together, spend holidays together, work together, is that not a team?

“We’re not a team? Isn’t a family a team?” Jack frowns, worrying that he’s misread a long series of social cues. He is prone to that sometimes, his brain working a bit differently from his dads, neurodivergent, that’s what Sam had called it.

“Jack, oh, of course we’re a team. But more than that, we’re family.” Cas swoops in, reaching over and patting Jack on the shoulder. Cas is always the gentlest of his dads, he gives really good hugs, and is the one Jack goes to on the days where being a human is too much to deal with.

“Would it make you feel better if we had a team name?” Dean offers, following Cas’ lead. Jack doesn’t miss when Cas sends Dean a small nod of approval. Dean has a different parenting approach, sometimes he’s a bit harder on Jack. Jack doesn’t like that but he understands that Dean is trying.

“Yeah, I was thinking Cemetery Boys!” Jack says right away, looking around the room expectantly. Sam chokes slightly on his beer while Cas smiles approvingly, Dean laughs softly, shaking his head at Jack.

“Well we do spend a disproportionate amount of time in cemeteries, so it makes sense to me.” Jack defends, his cheeks feeling hot, blushing, that’s what Sam had told him it was. Sometimes Jack hates being human, blushing is embarrassing and makes him feel a bit like a baby.

“Shouldn’t we be cemetery men?” Dean questions, raising a quizzical brow at Jack.

“Technically speaking, Jack and myself are neither male nor female. So, no.” Cas supplies, shrugging his shoulders at Dean and earning an eye roll. Jack doesn’t understand why his dads enjoy teasing each other so much, maybe annoying someone was another human way to express love?

“So, you’re telling me, I came out as bisexual for nothing because, I’m not really dating a man?” Dean blanches, gently smacking Cas on the shoulder. Hitting people is another love language Jack has learned, but not too hard, he learned that after accidently punching Sam a little too enthusiastically on the shoulder. Play fighting is good, actual violence is bad, he had explained that to him.

“We’re non-binary! Claire taught me that.” Jack is happy to interrupt, always happy to share the latest things he’d learned. He loves Claire for that reason, she’s always full of new things to learn, she is an excellent big sister. “Claire, Me, Cas, and Dean, we’re all LGBLT? Or is it LGBTQ? Either way, Claire is a lesbian, she also taught me that. And Dean, you’re a bisexual! Cas, you’re gay, I think? So, you didn’t come out for nothing, you came out for your non-binary partner.” Ha! Jack is very proud, this is one area he feels confident he knows more about than Sam, Dean, or even Cas.

“You’re surprisingly well informed for a toddler.” Sam compliments, tipping his beer bottle at him.

“The toddler age range ends at 3, I assure you, Jack is 4. He is no longer a toddler. I read all the development books.” Cas corrects, earning a laugh from Dean and a groan from Sam.

“He did, trust me Sammy, made me read some of them as well. Babies are weird man. Glad you came out fully formed kid, it was a relief.” Dean chuckles. Jack is relieved he came out fully formed too, it’s a lot more fun hanging out with his family when he can talk to them like this.

“I’m a celestial being, age doesn’t exist for me. I am as old or as young as I want to be at any given minute. Isn’t that neat?” Jack prides himself on choosing this form, a teenage body, he likes it because he can help his family. He likes going hunting, driving cars, and helping Dean cook dinner, a baby couldn’t do any of that!

“He really is your son-uh I mean they really are your child?” Dean self corrects, Jack notices he does that a lot more lately, again he really is trying to be better. Jack admires that about Dean, it’s something he tries to emulate as best as he can, always working to be a better person and make his mistakes right.

“Oh, I’m comfortable with he/they, just like my dad! I do feel like a boy most of the time.” Jack looks to Cas who nods along with him. They’d talked about it once, Cas explained that Jack could change a number of things about himself if he wished, if it would better match his soul. But Jack is really and truly happy with who he is. So is Cas.

“Yeah that’s my son.” Cas says fondly, pulling Jack into a hug. This is a good hug, the kind that makes Jack feel safe and cared for. Cas always makes him feel like he belongs, that no matter what he has a place in his arms.

That night, Jack sets a plan into motion. He waits until everyone is asleep and gets to work on creating gifts for his family. He uses his powers to manifest a set of matching black crew neck sweatshirts with the words ‘Cemetery Boys’ embroidered on the front in white thread. He then designs a magnet, putting a little ghost and tombstone on it. Once he’s satisfied he goes through the recycling and finds a box to put the sweatshirts in.

The next part is the most dangerous. Jack, creeps down the hall to the door that leads into the garage attached to the bunker. His eyes glimmer when he finds his target, the black 67 Impala, sitting dead center in the garage. Dean had just waxed her the day before so she was extra shiny. Jack likes when Baby is shiny, it makes the sun reflect on his face, nice and warm. He takes the magnet and carefully places it on the bumper, making sure not to scuff or scratch the shiny metal. Then in a flash, he is back in his room, laying in his bed as if nothing has happened.

Dean doesn’t notice the magnet until they are packing for a hunt the next day, a simple salt and burn case in Wisconsin. The whole family is going! Dean has even promised Jack that he will take him to Wisconsin Dells if it goes well and they will go to a place called Deer Park where he could pet and feed a bunch of deer. Jack likes animals, sometimes more than people, they’re much less complicated.

“Oh my god! My Baby is a whore! You gave her a tramp stamp?” Dean gasps, pointing to the offending ‘Cemetery Boys’ magnet on the bumper.

“You like it? I made it myself!” Jack beams with pride, hoping Dean was speechless because he was blown away by his ability to create magnets.

“Also, the term you’re looking for is sex worker. You need to be more sex positive Dean, especially for someone, who from the sound I hear coming from your room at night, seems to enjoy sex a great deal.” Jack blurts out nervously when Dean doesn’t respond. Jack tends to do that, he wishes he could stop, another part of what makes him different from most people.

“Oh, for the love of Christ. Please Jack, no.” Sam is doing something Claire told Jack is a facepalm, meaning he was either embarrassed or frustrated, perhaps both?

“Do not be ashamed of our healthy sex life, Dean. But do but ashamed of your gendered slurs and generally overdramatic demeanor. The car is unharmed, it’s a magnet.” Cas steps in, doing the teasing thing again. Jack really doesn’t understand his dads, but he’s glad they seem happy together.

“I swear one day Baby and I will drive away and leave you all behind. Traitors.” Dean threatens, this is a joke, Jack measures. Dean does that a lot, uses sarcasm and empty threats, at first they used to confuse and frighten Jack but now he just accepts it’s part of his nature. Dean is grumpy. Loveable but grumpy.

“See your theatrics are quite comical. You couldn’t leave us if you tried. Who would open the pickle jars for you, darling?” Cas smirks, Jack remembers witnessing this scene, Dean saying all the “no words” at a jar of gherkins as he struggled for a good 5 minutes, until his dad took the jar and opened it within two seconds.

“It was one time! And I swear I loosened it!” Dean glowers, clearly ashamed by the great pickle debacle of last week.

“Dads, stop. I will remove the magnet.” Jack decides it’s his job to play peacemaker, he steps up and gently takes the magnet off baby’s bumper, Dean visibly sighs in relief. Jack tries to hide his disappointment, he’d meant the sticker as a gift.

Cas notices his mood shift and is by his side, pulling Jack into a side hug. “Hey, you can put it on my truck.” He offers, rubbing Jack’s back and making him instantly feel better, must be magic dad powers Jack figures.

“Thanks dad, this is why you’re my favorite.” He says without thinking, Sam and Dean giving him matching offended expressions.

“Uh-what about me, I’m the one that sneaks you candy when Cas isn’t looking.” Sam makes a good point, he is exceptionally good at sneaking. He and Jack have so much fun together, that’s how they ended up with Miracle the dog. Sam had helped Jack smuggle him into the bunker and once both Jack and Cas had bonded with the dog, Dean couldn’t kick him out. Though Jack knows that Dean loves the dog just as much, he’s caught him slipping Miracle some of the good bacon when he thinks no one is looking.

“No Dean is the one that gives me candy. You help me pull pranks!” Jack laughs as Dean, flinches, quickly busing himself with packing all their bags in the trunk along with the weapons they’d need.

“Dean!” Cas says in his low, ‘oh no you’re in trouble,’ voice. “We’ve dicussed this, Jack’s intake of high fructose corn syrup is frighteningly high. He needs to eat real food.” He adds. Nougat is a food, Jack thinks privately, nougat might be his favorite food in fact.

“He’s a kid, he’ll be fine. Dean and I lived on that shi-stuff as kids and we turned out alright.” Sam, usually the vegetable police, surprisingly comes to Jack and Dean’s rescue, earning a matching raised brow from them both.

“Did you though?” Cas challenges, hand on his hip, sometimes dad gets sassy. Jack likes when dad gets sassy because it’s funny, makes him laugh.

“Well damn, don’t sugar coat it or anything babe.” Dean says in disbelief, opening the passenger door for Cas, Sam climbing into Baby’s backseat before Dean motions for Jack to come sit behind him. “Do I even want to know?” He sighs as he spots the box Jack is carrying.

“Well you’ve all been distracting me, I almost forgot.” Jack pauses as he opens the box and holds up the Sam sized sweatshirt. “I made us all shirts! Team shirts, we’re the Cemetery Boys!” He says proudly, shoving the shirt at Sam, then two at Cas, one for him and one for Dean. Jack pulls on his own shirt right away, stretching his arms and modeling it for them all.

“Can you all wear them for me?” Jack pulls out his trump card for this one, using the ‘look’ that Sam had taught him. He made his eyes big and kept them open just long enough so they were watering slightly, then bit his lip.

“I really screwed myself when I taught you my secrets. Really, using my own puppy eyes on me. Really short sighted of me to teach you that.” Sam sighs as he pulls on the sweatshirt, Cas doing the same.

“Nope, still not doing it. I don’t do matching shirts.” Dean holds firm, shaking his head at Cas when he holds out the sweatshirt to him as they pull out of the garage.

“Dean, the couch in the library is awfully uncomfortable. It’d be a shame if you had to sleep there.” Cas is firmly on team Cemetery Boys, pulling out the big threats to get Jack his way.

“Ugh fine, but no one can ever find out about this!” Dean groans, waiting until he’s at a stop sign at the end of the road to pull it on. Jack lights up, his team is complete, all three dads are wearing his shirt!

“It’s funny how easily emasculated you are Dean. Life is a lot more fun when you stop caring about gender expectations.” Cas smirks, Dean rolling his eyes at Cas and mimicking his know it all expression.

“Dean is sensitive, dad, and he’s really good at making pies! I think he cares less than you think he does.” Jack pauses, pleased when Dean makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror and smiles. “Besides, I saw the pink underwear he hides when I helped with that laundry that one time.” He adds, Dean’s smile quickly disappearing, his eyes wide as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ, kid, stop selling out all my secrets.” Dean grits between his teeth, now he is blushing. Jack knows Dean hates blushing just as much as he does.

“Oh that’s good! Can’t wait to tell Claire that one!” Sam barks out a laugh, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“You wouldn’t!” Dean hangs his head in shame when they stop for a train.

“Already did!” Sam sing songs, holding up his phone. Jack is sometimes thankful that Claire doesn’t live with them, living with your sibling seems exhausting sometimes, if Sam and Dean are any indication.

“Alright that’s enough Jack, don’t spill all the coffee. Your dad is allowed to have his secrets.” Cas intervenes, gently patting Dean’s thigh.

“Tea, dad, its spill the tea!” Jack sometimes can’t handle how out of touch his dad is. Guess that’s what happens when you’re millions of years old.

“Oh right, what’s the difference?” Cas sighs, laying his head back against the headrest as if he’s exhausted, Jack knows it’s just for dramatic effect because Cas doesn’t sleep.

“Cas, there’s big difference! One is the nectar of the gods and the other is glorified leaf water.” Dean defends, holding Cas’ hand, it’s meant to be a private gesture, but Jack can see it and it makes his heart happy.

“Tea is good.” Sam tries.

“I rest my case.” Dean counterpoints.

The case is a rough one, it turns out to be a bit more than a simple salt and burn. The ghost, a family annihilator was coming from beyond the grave to try to kill his son who had survived his attack. They had split into two groups, Dean and Cas at the cemetery burning the bones and Jack and Sam with the victim, trying to keep him safe.

“Do you think maybe we can take a photo together in our shirts?” Jack asks offhandedly as he and Sam roam the house looking for any objects that might still tether the ghost to the house.

“Why do you care so much about these shirts and taking a photo together?” Sam asks curiously, making Jack pause to think for a moment.

“Because, I’ve been watching a bunch of shows and movies, and all the families in them, they have all these photos together. They make all these memories together and they display them in their houses for everyone to see. I want that. The fact that we don’t have that makes me kind of scared, like this isn’t real. Like you all are prepared to run at a moment’s notice if I go nuclear.” Jack explains, using air quotes around the word nuclear.

“Oh. Oh. Jack, hey, it’s not like that. I guess, well we’ve been so busy saving people and hunting things, we’ve lost track of normal family things. You’re family Jack. Promise.” Sam says right away, pulling Jack into a crushing hug. Sam is strong, Jack hopes to be that strong someday.

“Can we take a photo then, a family portrait?” Jack asks hopefully.

“Family portrait? Family portrait. Shit! Jack, the family portrait!” Sam gasps, letting Jack go and looking around the room with wild eyes.

“Huh?” Jack is trying to catch up before he spots the family portrait hanging above the fireplace, both the victim and his evil departed dad in the photo. He rushes to grab it off the wall and tosses it into the fireplace. Sam pulls out a container of salt and lighter fluid, coating the portrait, then Jack tosses a match, lighting it on fire.

“Good work kid.” Sam grins as the ghost appears and then bursts into flames. “I think you’ve earned that portrait.”

True to his word, the first thing in the morning, Sam helps Jack use the laptop to find the closest portrait studio. It happens to be a JC Penney portrait studio, making Dean groan and complain about cheesy backgrounds and awkward poses that they’d likely endure. With much coaxing and further threats from Cas to relegate Dean to sleeping with Miracle on the dog bed, he agrees to the photoshoot.

Jack gets several copies of the photos made. He hands out wallet sized copies to Mary and Eileen who both coo over how adorable they look. Cas gets it framed and hangs it in the library, Dean never admits he likes it, but Jack catches him stopping to look at it every day, a proud smile on his face.

This is Jack’s family. His team. His Cemetery Boys.

#suptober21 #cemetery boys #supernatural #destiel #jack kline #jack kline pov #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #fan fiction

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auro-ora · 4 years

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Remember That Night

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you had a one night stand with Bucky and now you’re pregnant. To make matters worse, you two haven’t spoken to each other since, until one night.

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of sex, smut, unprotected sex, 18+ fluff :)

Word Count: 1,600

Notes: @jobean12-blog here it iiiis <3 okay so the smut in this was totally unplanned (like her pregnancy tehehe see what I did there?) and this is my first time writing smut and I knoooow it sucks :c but anyway! I enjoyed writing this :) feedback is welcome! Thank you for reading and wish you a bootiful day.

Since the morning you found out you were pregnant, you were happier and there was more bounce in your steps. Everyone in the compound noticed it and when they asked why, you just simply shrugged and carried on with your day. You also adopted a more healthier lifestyle; no caffeine products, more water, better foods. The cravings were driving you wild though, waking up at 3 a.m. for some pickles usually which you kept secretly stashed away in your own pantry in the kitchen. Tonight was one of those nights, it was currently 2:54 a.m. and you were craving for some of those pickles and some ice cream. “Anything for you, little baby.” you chuckled, caressing your barely-there bump. You were only a couple of weeks gone, around 12 weeks to be precise.

The pregnancy was completely unplanned and an accident, it happened after a rather difficult mission, you and Bucky sought comfort in each other and ended up having sex the whole night. You used protection which was why this was a total surprise, but even you knew condoms weren’t entirely effective. Previously, you harbored a crush on Bucky for a long time. He was sweet, gentle, caring, handsome, his thick thighs were incredible and his bicep even better. He was everything you wanted in a man; beard, shaggy hair, tall, muscular. He doesn’t know about your pregnancy, but the mere fact that he is the father to your baby makes you really happy and really scared all at the same time because you didn’t know how Bucky would react, the girls knew of your crush and when they tried to find out if he was interested in you or anyone else, he came out and confessed he didn’t want a relationship with anyone.

But to make the situation much harder, the two of you haven’t spoken to each other since that night. The morning after you rolled over and patted his side of the bed to find it cold and empty, then when you met him in the kitchen an hour later and wished him a good morning, he ignored you but continued to talk to Wanda about his plans for the day. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt, because it still hurt now. The two of you were close friends up until that point you went to bed together and now it seemed like he was completely regretting it. Maybe the two of you were just lost in the moment.

The air in the compound was chilly as you walked down the hall and into the kitchen, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands to keep them warm. Your socks sliding against the marble floor with each stride over to your pantry. Bending slightly to look for the jar of pickles hidden behind some potato chips in the back. “Hmm would you rather some cookies?” you patted your belly and chuckled. “No? Okay, pickles it is you fussy little one.” grabbing the jar from the back, the cupboard door shuts with a bang.

You spun on your heels and almost dropped the jar of pickles, your eyes wide as you stared into those all familiar eyes. “Bucky.” you whispered. Subconsciously pulling the sweater from your belly to make it more baggy. “Who are you talking to?” he asked looking around the kitchen. “Nobody! I was talking to myself.” you chuckled awkwardly, your eyes darting all over the place. Bucky’s senses tell him you’re lying but he decides not to press any further. “Do you want some tea?” he offers pointing his finger to the cupboard where the green tea lives. “Sure.”

As Bucky made the tea, you made yourself comfortable on the stool putting the jar of pickles in front of you. The air is thick with tension, this being the first time you’re actually talking in months. “I haven’t talked to you in a while.” you said breaking the ice. Bucky exhaled as he put the two cups of green tea down on the counter. You quietly thanked him and sipped the hot beverage, the flavor dancing around on your taste buds. “Why are you eating pickles at this time of the morning?” Bucky wondered. “Uh, I kind of have an addiction to them.” you lied, well technically your baby had an addiction. You kinda smiled at the thought. Bucky watched you closely, you were more fidgety than usual, you’re not making eye contact with him, you’re hiding something and Bucky knows you’re lying.

The two of you sat in awkward and uncomfortable silence, unable to pull a conversation out of the other. Bucky still thinks about that night he spent with you, it was the best night of his life. You were the first girl he slept with since the 1940s. He still remembers how tight you felt around him, how your walls clenched when he hit that deep spot, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. The noises he pulled from you that night, he still remembers them like it was only last night. Your fingers interlaced as he brought pleasure to you both, the wetness on the condom, the way you tasted on his tongue still fresh on his mind.

“Do you remember that night?” Bucky asked suddenly. You bit your lip and smiled. Of course you did, that night was also the best night for you. No man before Bucky has ever been able to make you cum so hard and so many times. You squeeze your thighs just thinking about the way he felt dragging his huge length through your walls and pushing back in.

“Of course.” you answered, a slight blush sweeping across your cheeks. “I don’t regret it Y/N.” he offers a genuine smile, one you gladly return. “Me neither. I just wished we could have stayed friends after it.” you answered sadly looking down into your cup. “We are friends.” you shook your head and stood up, the overwhelming guilt suddenly washes over you.

The sudden urge to tell him the truth because it’s his baby too and he deserves to know. “We won’t be after I tell you…” you blink back tears. You feel Bucky stand behind you just from the heat radiating from his body, his metal hand resting on your waist before he slides it further around on your belly and you hold your breath. “Tell me what?” his voice is husky in your ear, he pulls you back towards his body. His hardness digging into your butt. He’s been thinking about you too.

Without warning, Bucky spins you around and your lips clash. A moan escapes and Bucky uses this opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips. His hands slip under your sweater and he groans when he feels you’re not wearing underwear. He picks you up and sets you down on the counter, nudging your legs open with his knee as he drops his sweatpants down to his ankles and lines himself up to your entrance. Simultaneously moaning when he enters, the familiar full feeling coming back to you just like that night. His thrusts are quick and needy. He’s raw and throbbing against your wet walls.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. His thrusts deeper and harder, your slick covering most of his length and onto the floor but neither of you care. He dips his head to nip and suck at your pulse point. His fingers slipping between your conjoined bodies as he flicks his thumb over your throbbing clit. “AH FUCK!” you bury your face in his face to muffle your moans and screams. His fingers are bruising against your waist. His thumb is working your clit over and you cum over him with a muffled cry. Your body shaking and your walls squeezing him tightly. His thrusts become languid and a few strokes, you feel him swell against your walls and then the feeling of his hot cum shooting inside you. “Fuck.” he moans breathlessly. Sheens of sweat glistens on your skin. He leans his forehead against yours, just staring into each other’s eyes.

There’s no words spoken but in this moment, none are needed. “I’m sorry doll, I’ve just missed you so much and I had to make sure she was in there.” he smiled sheepishly, his eyes are dark and hooded. “She?” you questioned digging your heels into his butt. “Come on doll, I know I’m old but I know you’re pregnant.” he pulled out, leaving you empty and cold just like that morning in bed. “How did you…?”

Bucky helped you down from the counter, your legs turned to jelly from your activity, he helped you to get dressed and made you both a fresh cup of green tea. “My new arm has this feature, it picks up my teammates heartbeats and it vibrates.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last statement. “Your heart was beating strong, then I heard a fainter one in your stomach.” he smiled.

A single tear dropped rolled down your cheek. “Are you- are you mad at me?” you asked in barely a whisper. “Of course I’m not. I’m just a little upset you didn’t tell me sooner. I want to be here for you and for the baby. I wanna be with you doll. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.” you walked slowly over to him, your legs still felt numb and took his hand in yours, placing the palm of his over your belly. “We want you too.”

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mehbzz · 3 years

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FFXV A/B/O au 18+ includes fingering, yandere, controlling behaviour, alludes to forced breeding, depression, mentions of self harm, low self esteem/weight issues. F!reader/Ignis/Gladio

So this was going to be a pretty dark forced breeding kinda fic but my mood changed and it ended up being half the beginning of a forced breeding fic and half depressed reader suffering from a depressive episode. The change in my mood is very noticeable half way though and probably a little jarring so we shall pretend that the second half happens a month or two after the first half, when the topic of kids has been soothed over and temporarily forgotten! No proofreading, no beta.

EDIT- Just correcting a typo that was annoying me!

“….having children.”

“What??” You’d been spacing out, a mixture of the Eos version of antidepressants you were taking and the fact that this meeting with King Regis was more than a little boring. Or had been at least. The end of Regis’ sentence shocks you back into reality abruptly.

Ignis shushes you quietly and you look at him aghast, but he ignores you, focusing on the King.

“Apologies Your Majesty.” Regis briefly glances at you then back to Ignis, “She is your mate? Bonded?” “Yes Your Majesty, myself and Gladiolus.”

Regis looks back at you “And the nature of your relationship with my son is….?”

Ignis answers before you can, “She is companion to all pack members.”

“Can she speak for herself?” Your gaze flicks to Ignis and he nods. “Yes Your Majesty I can.” You feel foolish and more than a little embarrassed as your voice echoes in the hall.

“Your pack keeps you close, understandably so, although I have heard you do not have much freedom?” The King watches you, waiting for a reply you think but you’re not sure what to say. “She’s very quiet isn’t she?” It feels like a jab, and you look at Ignis for direction who looks uncomfortable. He shakes his head minutely so you bite your tongue. Regis sighs and you feel a little like you just missed an opportunity.

“I believe that as Pack Alpha and as The Prince of Lucis Noctis should have first breeding rights.”

Ignis freezes and you bite your tongue so hard you taste blood. Breeding rights?? “I am unsure if that is something Noctis –“

“It doesn't matter,” The King interrupts with a wave of his hand. “I let my son live as independently as possible, and have allowed him to start his own pack but having an omega is an opportunity to continue the Caelum line. An opportunity we may not see again and one that should not be denied.”

You feel incredibly taken off guard with this whole conversation. “You cannot be – “

Ignis grabs your hand and silences you with a tight squeeze of your fingers. You must be dreaming right? This is not truly happening. The floor feels like its tilting beneath you and you have to look down at your feet to make sure it’s not.

“I will let you discuss it with Noctis and within your pack but I hope you will not forget my opinion or interest in this matter.” Regis gazes at you for a few seconds. “Apologise to Noctis on my behalf, I will not be able to make our dinner this evening.”

Ignis bows and you reluctantly do the same. You feel dazed. Ignis tight grip on your hand doesn’t let up as you leave the throne room. He keeps giving you concerned glances out the corner of his eye as you walk back to your quarters, but it takes you until you’re walking down the corridor to your room that you shake yourself out of your stunned stupor enough to say anything.

“Did we just negotiate over which one of you gets to knock me up?” You ask incredulous. He doesn’t answer you but he frowns at your choice of words.

“Ignis, you – please tell me I just hallucinated that whole meeting.”

He sighs “we will need to discuss it.”

“You are not serious. The answer is no!” “It's an omegas role.” He snaps and you flinch, not used to Ignis’ anger.

“My apologies. If the King has taken an interest we will need to discuss it.” he repeats.

“He cant make me have children.”

Ignis hesitates barely a fraction of a second but it’s enough to send a pulse of terror through you that he immediately picks up on. he stops, turning towards you and cradling your face in his hands. “I nor the rest of your pack would force you into anything you didn’t want love.” He lets you go and takes your hands again. “However it is the future of the royal bloodline, it will be something we need to talk about seriously in the future, whether we want to or not.” “We do not! I don’t want kids Ignis!” He flinches and something dark flickers across his face as he looks at you. It’s gone before you can interpret it as he turns away, pulling you after him as he continues walking.

You feel tired. “I thought I was your mate,” you say sullenly “not Noctis’.” “You are, unfortunately it’s more complicated than that.” You think you should be more upset by this than you currently feel. The medication you were on was new and felt a lot stronger than the antidepressants you had been taking back home. It left you feeling a little more numb and placid than you think you would have been otherwise.

He stops outside your room and pulls you into a kiss. Moaning softly when you immediately respond. He’s purring, trying to comfort you and you give in to the calm emotions it provokes, not wanting to feel the disorientated confusion anymore.

He leans closer, pushing you into the wall and his hand tugs up your dress until your thighs are bare. “You did well talking to the King, I was proud of you.” His praise makes you shiver. You thought Gladio was the one with the high sex drive but as his fingers stroke up your thighs you think Ignis is just as bad. Although a little more polite and less aggressive about it perhaps.

You're both quiet as his fingers slip between your thighs and he rubs softly at your clit. He presses harder and increases his pace at your gentle sigh and you turn to bury your face into his neck as the pleasure builds. You’re panting into his neck and he has his face buried in your hair, you’re not sure why you feel like you have to be quiet but you do your best to hold back your moans. He’s saying nothing, breathing hard he slips his hand up, pressing onto your abdomen before dipping into your panties and sliding a gloved finger inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust before he starts fucking you, like he’s desperate to make you cum. His palm grinds against your clit as he adds another finger, your orgasm is building fast, and as he continues his ruthless pace you feel another kind of pressure building slowly low in your stomach. It makes you gasp out his name in mild alarm, “Sl-slow down, I’m gonna pee!” He nuzzles against your ear, his purr increasing in volume. “No you’re not love, just relax,” he nips at your ear, “Let go for me.” He curls his fingers, stroking your walls quickly in just the right way to have your back arching. It’s a quick hard orgasm that takes you by surprise and has your whole body jerking and shaking as you ride out the aftershocks, biting into his shoulder as you try to control your twitching muscles. He seems a little disappointed but he’s still purring quietly and it helps calm your racing pulse. “Good Girl” he slowly withdraws his hand and removes his gloves. Leaning around you to open your door he gives you another quick kiss. “Noctis will be disappointed about this evening, perhaps we should eat together?” Your legs feel shaky as you enter, Prompto is sat on your couch, watching what sounds like a musical and Gladio appears in front of you, pulling you into a kiss before you can even say hello. The kiss Gladio gives you is ravenous, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Both hands squeeze your ass as you try to pull away, conscious of the growing slick between your already wet thighs. “Gladio!” He chuckles at your breathless gasp and pulls away, letting you go. He slaps your ass hard as you walk away, almost crossing the line into genuinely painful but he only grins at your glare. You wince as you sit down next to Prompto and he gives you a sympathetic smile. He pats his knee “Lie down.”

Head resting in Prompto lap you half-heartedly watch the musical as he enthusiastically tells you the plot. You gaze flicks between the TV and Ignis and Gladio talking quietly by the door. You can’t make out what they’re saying but you have no doubt what they’re talking about. You’re still a little shook from your meeting with King Regis but you trust your pack to look after you. --------- “She looked to me for permission.” “hmm?” “When the King spoke to her. She looked to me before answering.” Gladio surprises him with a kiss to his cheek. “We trained her well.” “It’s not the way I wanted this topic brought up.” Ignis says after a few seconds and relaxes a little as Gladio strokes a hand down his back. “I didn’t realise that was what the King wished to discuss.” “Relax babe. We’ll do damage control, it’ll be fine.” Gladio watches Ignis expression closely, “She wasn’t happy with the idea I take it?” “She said No. Emphatically.” They both stand there quietly, watching you as you’re subjected to Prompto’s retelling of the film’s plot. “Accidents happen.” Gladio says quietly. Ignis frowns. “She’s on birth control and heat suppressants.” “You're in charge of her medication Iggy” Ignis finally looks at him, but says nothing. “Who can really tell one little pill from another?” Gladio shrugs. “Just saying.”

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“Noctis said you cancelled your plans with him today.” Ignis stands next to your bed watching you. He frowns slightly when you don’t respond, gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You push him away and he sits next to you on the mattress. He sits and waits watching you patiently until you give in and make eye contact with him. He's worried about you, it’s written clearly across his face and it makes you feel ill. You shrug. You're half expecting him to force you to go anyway.

“Bad day?”

You don't answer and snuggle deeper into your duvet.

“Love?”

“I'm fine,” It’s an automatic answer and a lie. “Just tired.” Not quite another lie but close enough. You are tired. Just not the type of tired that's going to be helped by the 12 hour nap you want to take. You try to force a smile but it feels awkward and it’s obviously not convincing from Ignis expression.

He sighs and cautiously shifts a little closer but you flinch away when he goes to stroke your hair. It's a dirty greasy mess and the thought of Ignis touching it fills you with disgust and embarrassment.

“Don’t.” His nostrils flare as he scents you and the surge of hatred for that invasion of privacy makes you feel physically sick. Nothing is ever just yours anymore.

“Talk to me love, I care about you.”

“Why?”

It's a choked sob and you angrily bite your lip in an effort to stop the tears.

“Because I love you.”

“Well you shouldn't.” It’s a snappy angry retort but he doesn’t flinch or pull away.

He reaches forward, gently brushing some of your hair away from your face. “Sit up.” You scowl but you do as he commands. He pulls your hair gently in to a ponytail, combing his finger slowly through it to ease the knots before tying it with a band.

“Have you eaten today?” You shake your head reluctantly. You hadn’t even got out of bed today let alone eaten or drunk anything. “Have you taken your medication?” His questions and attention are starting to irritate you. You just want to be left alone. “Love?” You shrug. You genuinely don’t remember. “I can take care of myself.” “Can you?” You don’t reply, annoyed at his patronizing, but probably correct assumption and instead lie back down and curl up into a tighter ball and try to ignore him. He sighs and entwines his fingers through yours despite your attempt to pull your hand away.

“I will go get you something to eat.”

You don’t want to eat but you want to be left alone so you nod. He looks almost sad, maybe disappointed and it feels you with a surge of guilt.

”Tell Noct I'm sorry”

“You have nothing to be sorry for love, but I will talk to him?”

It's a question and it surprises you for some reason.

You don't want him to know, it makes you feel pathetic. Ignis notices the way your thoughts have gone and links his fingers back through yours. “He'll understand.” He squeezes your hand on the last word and you look up at him. Noctis is the one most likely to understand you know that but it's still embarrassing.

“I won't tell him anything you don't want me to, just enough to ease his concerns.”

You nod reluctantly, but the thought that Noctis could genuinely be worried about you feels absurd. “Will you be safe on your own?” his gaze sweeps down your arm as he stands, you know what he’s looking for, what he’s thinking, and you feel irritated at yourself for having shared so much with him in the past. The frustration at his question is unfair, you know that but you still feel it.

“I’ll stay.” Gladio’s voice interrupts your reply. You watch with increasing exasperation as they talk quietly by the door, wishing they'd just go away before Ignis comes back to you. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore his intense gaze. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and entwines his fingers back through yours. You crack open an eye when he doesn’t move away. He looks so concerned about you that you find yourself crying before you can stop yourself. “I’m sorry.” It’s half choked half sobbed from your throat. “You don’t need to be sorry” he repeats. He makes no move to come closer and you feel grateful for that. You don’t think you can handle too much affection without breaking down completely.

“Why do you put up with me?” you whisper, voice cracking. “I don’t do anything, I can’t fight, I can’t help with hunts, I just do nothing. I’m a burden.” “Love.” he sighs. “You are not a burden.” He kisses your palm. “You are a part of our pack. Our omega. Our mate.” He kisses you. “We love you.” “Why?” you sniffle. You can’t wrap your head around it. He wipes away your tears with a sad smile, “Because I do, because it’s you.” You’ve fooled him somehow, tricked him into loving you. Your stomach twists painfully.

“I won’t be long.” “Ok.” It’s a weak feeble reply but he doesn’t pull away from you, instead waits until you let go of his hand. You watch him leave, expecting him to go and not return now he’s seen what you are truly like until Gladio steps in front, blocking your view.

He stands next to your bed, arms crossed as he looks down at you. “Can I?”

You hesitate in answering and he takes that as a yes.

“Move over,” he says expectantly. Pushing his way into your bed and nudging you gently with his elbow when you don’t move.

You feel guilty that he’s having to stay with you, the urge to make it up to him is strong. You hook your leg over his and slide your calf over this crotch. He grunts in surprise and grabs your leg. “Relax baby.”

“You don't want to?” You're not surprised really, you probably don't look or smell very attractive right now but it still hurts. Why would he stay if you can't give him what he wants?

“Always, but we're napping right now.”

You don't believe him, and even though you don't even want to have sex you still feel the sting of rejection. He notices and presses a kiss to your forehead. Grabbing your wrist he tugs your hand to his crotch. “I'm always half hard for you omega.” And he is. You curl your hand around the bulge in his pants and squeeze tightly. His hips jerk forward and he chuckles pulling your hand away to rest on his chest. “No, don’t be naughty.”

You slump down on his chest, somewhat sullenly, still a little sore from his rejection.

You lose yourself in Gladio’s presence for a while, his heart beat strong and steady in your ear. “Wanna talk?”

“No, just cuddle.”

“I can do that.” He tightens his grip around you, pulling you until you are practically on top of him.

The self hatred comes back and you tense. You try to pull back but he tightens his hold.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm –“ Was he really going to make you say it?

“I'm heavy.” You mumble it into his chest.

“What?”

“Aren't I too heavy?”

“No you’re perfect.” he slides his hands down your sides to your ass. “I love every inch of you,” he continues his movements, gripping your thighs. “You know how much Prompto goes on about these thighs? Gets me jealous with the amount of marks he leaves on them.”

You want to cry. He freezes as your breath hitches.

“We can work on it if it's something you really want baby.” He says it hesitantly, quietly, like he's scared of upsetting you further. Linking his fingers with yours he tugs your hand to rest over his heart.

You don’t know if it is something you want, you can’t separate the dark voice in your head from the logical one. But he’s listening to you. He’s not dismissing you, and he’s definitely not ignoring you and it makes the tears run freely again. Youre not worth such care. His free hand is still wandering, soothing strokes that start at the nape of your neck, swirl down your spine to your ass and dip just barely under the hem of your shirt. It’s a soft gentle caress and even when his hands slip a little higher under your shirt there’s nothing but love and tenderness in his touch. “You’re sexy and you’re smart,” he kisses your thumb, “funny, kind,” he makes his way along your fingers with each word, a kiss pressed to the tip of each one. “brave, and my favourite kind of brat.” he nips at your pinky with the last word, before moving onto your other hand. His hands still when he hears you sniff. ”Want me to stop?”

You bury your face into his chest to hide your tears. “Yes,” you hiccup “No.”

He squeezes you tighter and lets your hand drop, resuming his touch down your back.

“and I like you on top of me,” he says his voice dropping to a low whisper “I love watching you ride me.”

His horniness is predictable, and you smile into his neck, and although it doesn't last long it is a genuine smile.

“I felt that.”

You feel him relax underneath you, he’s not purring but you feel grateful for that.

You're still tired, still sad but the heavy dark emptiness in your chest lessens slightly as you lay there and listen to Gladio’s heartbeat. You feel like you can breathe a little easier. You turn on to your side away from him and all though he looks apprehensive he lets you go.

You shift and squirm until you are comfortable on your front and reach behind you to pull Gladio’s arm across your back. He goes willingly, only resisting when you try to drag him on top of you. “The weight feels good. Please? It makes me feel,-“ It’s hard to describe how it makes you feel exactly, “…safe.” You finish quietly. He opens his mouth to reply and you beat him to it. “No talking, just squish.” His amused huff rustles your hair but he does as he’s told, draping himself over you until your half wedged under him and wrapped tight in his arms.

“I lo-“ “Don’t” you interrupt him quickly, with a surge of panic. You can’t hear that right now. “I’m- I cant. Not now.” You’re pretty sure you’re not making sense, that he’s not going to understand. “Ok.” It's murmured against your hair, a simple acknowledgment but it makes you feel better. “Can I touch you?” You nod and he slips his warm hand under your shirt to rest across your ribs just under your breasts, holding you snugly against him. It still doesn't sit quite right. His affection, his obvious care, still feels alien, wrong, like it’s meant for someone else. The feeling that you’ve tricked them into caring about you and your depressed mood still linger, and probably will for a while. But you’ve been through this before, you’ve made it through this before, and with the sound of Gladio’s steady breathing in your ear as he holds you, the heavy emptiness in your chest lessens a little bit more.

#ffxv #fanfiction #a/b/o universe #ffxv ignis #ffxv gladio

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defstolemyheart · 3 years

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hasty - hwang hyunjin (m)

tags: smut, explicit sexual scenes/descriptions, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) note: crossposted from instagram on February 9. I actually have a song included for the title slide on instagram, but I can’t put videos up here I guess :< this is my first smut here dhsjdhasj idk how to feel about that ahahha oh and I recommend listening to Too Fast by Sonder while reading! word count: 2.7k Tonight he wanted to savor you. Slowly.

Impatience.

That was his brand.

Most people around him knew well how Hyunjin prefers to have things done without delay - be it studying, assignments or work. He would always try to be two steps ahead, even better if he could wrap them up long before the due time was up.

He always got his notes and readings done even before anyone else started and finished his papers at least a week before the deadline, allowing himself time to review them as he saw fit. He would never fail to check the stocks for the cafe every shift, making calculations that proved to be useful to expect what they might or might not need.

Hyunjin found comfort in his system. Found peace within his rushings.

If he let things sit for too long… he would lose his mind.

There was a reason he rarely visited the campus coffee shop. Not only because of their weak excuse of double shot iced americano, the bumbling barista was far too slow for his own good. Hyunjin would always end up tapping his shoes in contempt for a cup of coffee that was far too weak for his system, dampening his mood and driving his patience to run thinner for the rest of the day.

Even his friends were not spared of any bit of patience, no matter how close or long they have been with him. Hyunjin could not count the many instances where he would go inside the movie theater right on the five minutes dot before the movie began, not caring if Jisung or Felix would come running with an apology drawn in smiles, because he was far too anxious to be late for himself than having to care if his friends would be mad at him for leaving them behind (they never got mad, which Hyunjin was thankful for).

And his night life was like that too.

Friday night outings with his best friends meant putting on clothes that left nothing for others imaginations and heading to poorly lit clubs to chase highs with people seeking cheap thrills and momentary bliss. It meant exchanging hungry gazes to people who looked interested enough to touch with intent, who was willing to be pressed against the wall, or brought to an empty toilet stall for heated kisses and searing touches that never lingered.

That was sex for Hyunjin. Not too short to be unpleasurable, yet never too long to leave attachments. Just enough. Any longer than necessary and his skin would prickle; uncomfortable and disgusted.

Until he met you.

Eyes meeting yours under the scattering crimson light at Minho’s frat house party one Saturday night, he could not miss how you were practically undressing him with just your gaze.

Impatient.

Highly impatient.

It was intriguing, deeply amusing, meeting you.

Someone who kissed without wasting a breath, always so pliant and eager from the very first touch.

Someone who made a quick work for him, tugging on his hand to touch your already soaking slit under the skin tight black sequin mini dress that made your skin glow so beautifully, even under the dim lights of the frat house bathroom.

Someone who was not shy to ask him to do it faster, harder, to have him leave litters of bruises on the soft expanse of their skin as their hips met his thrusts, and coyly walked away from him once you were both spent.

As if nothing happened.

Names were not exchanged, and he never found it to be necessary before. Because before that, once was always enough.

Yet Hyunjin spent the rest of that night wishing he had taken more time with you, and it was a jarring thought for him. Then he spent his Sunday trying to remember the taste of your lips and the tight slickness of your core- he wished the day would pass faster, wished to find you again as soon as he could.

Come Monday, by the grace of the universe, his wish came true. It arrived in the form of you striding across the quad, a soft smile on your lips yet the hunger in your eyes was not amiss by him.

You didn’t say a word as you pulled him to the library, leading him to the emergency staircase in the back of the building that nobody ever visited. He smiled as you pushed him to sit on the steps as you straddled his laps and captured his lips between yours like you have been starved for months.

With each quick flick of your wrist as you stroke his length, and rapid sinking of your heat around him, Hyunjin felt fire running under his skin.

It was as if he had found his match.

Someone whose patience ran much thinner than him- an absolute rarity.

And with each quick and searing encounters between you and him after that, he found himself hooked to you, unable and unwilling to let go.

With both of you preferring to move with the same speed, it was comforting for the both of you to stay together. No time was ever wasted, no touch ever more than necessary.

It was perfect.

Yet the longer he stayed with you, he found something in him changing- a thought growing..

He wondered if he could push your buttons, as slow as he possibly could.

The thought was fleeting at first, but it stayed, and festered, and surprised him.

Because he never desired slowness, never one to waste time, yet... the thought of having you under him, screaming, panting or crying simply because he was taking too much of his sweet time? It made his blood rush with excitement.

He let the thought simmer in the back of his mind. Letting his brain work its storms of ideas, even as he catered to your wishes of fleeting pleasures- of quick pumps of his fingers or hard, unrelenting thrusts of his hips.

He smiled as he planted chaste kisses on your skin after another quick fuck session, thinking of the right moment for the grand scheme in his mind.

For the first time in his life, he found himself patiently waiting for the perfect chance.

No longer finding the need to fuck random strangers every other weekend, Hyunjin’s Friday nights were now reserved for movie nights with you in his apartment. It was for snuggling close to each other with a large bowl of microwave popcorn on your lap and a cold can of sparkling juice in his hand, with the both of you choosing movies without a second thought.

You called it movie nights, but most times the popcorn would be left to stale on the coffee table and whatever movie was up on the screen ignored as you ride him hard on the couch, or have him fuck you to screaming from behind. Then after all the highs, you would turn sleepy, and clingy, and rush him to carry him over to his bed where you would lay fast asleep.

Hyunjin watched the screen mindlessly, not really paying attention to the storyline because you were in his mind. He tried his best to suppress the smirk about to grow on his lips as he sensed you shifting restlessly next to him.

It always started that way: you shifting around the couch, then suddenly straddling his lap and pulled his lips between yours and begging for him to fuck you already, and he would always welcome it.

Not tonight. He rolled his lips under his teeth, feeling an amused laugh bubbling yet contained his chest.

As expected, you moved; caging his hips with your legs, one hand firm on his shoulder, another clutching on his sweater clad arm. He ran his gaze quickly on your figure; from your messy hair, to your lust clouded eyes, wet parted lips, to the skin peeking from the collar of his way-to-big of a hoodie on you, down to the hem of it, resting on your thighs. He was pretty sure you had nothing underneath. You never did.

The epitome of lust, wrapped as an adorable figure drowning in his clothes.

Abso-fucking-lutely alluring.

Hyunjin tugged the hand you have on his arm gently, bringing it close to his lips. He placed tender kisses on each of its knuckles, and caught the way your skin shivered with each touch. He continued on, planting barely there touches with his lips all over the back of your hand, feeling your eyes widening at his ministrations.

“What are you doing?” you asked, breath catching in your throat.

Hyunjin hummed, pressing his lips on your slowly heated skin one more time before looking up to meet your confused eyes. “Nothing.”

Your brows knitted together, definitely unconvinced of his words. “Weird.”

He just smiled, letting your hand go to snake his own behind your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. It was open-mouthed, wet, and searing, as it had always been. Hyunjin could hear your breath hitching with each licks of his tongue on your soft palate, with the caress of his fingers on your nape, encouraging you to deepen the kiss.

You slid down, chest heaving and rubbing against his. Even through both of your clothes, he could feel your nipples hardening, perhaps anticipating for him to twist them the way he usually would. It pulled a chuckle from Hyunjin, whose other hand now toyed with the hem of your hoodie, feeling the skin of your thigh tensing from the touch.

Your hips rutted against his crotch, seeking to alleviate the growing pressure and Hyunjin very nearly gave in to your ministrations, close to pulling his cock out of his sweatpants and fuck you right there and then, but no-

Not tonight.

Just as he guessed, you weren’t wearing underneath the hoodie. His hot palm slid on the skin of your side easily, bunching the hoodie up slightly and made you shiver as the slightly chilly air of the room hit you. He snaked his arm around your naked waist, though his lips did not leave yours, teeth nipping on them just the way you like it.

You pulled away for a short take of breath and Hyunjin used the chance to flip your back onto the sofa, making you squeal in surprise before he leaned back in to capture your lips, this time in a slow, languid kiss, and he could taste the shock of it on your tongue.

Because he never kissed you like this.

You kissed him back, though urging him to quicken his pace but Hyunjin did not relent. He kept nibbling gently, licking softly, and whimpers began to fall from your lips. It made Hyunjin’s skin prickle, but not in discomfort.

It made him want more.

He left your lips, making you whine and he knew then that your patience had begun to run thin. Apparent from the glaze of lust on your eyes, from the twitching of your thighs and the writhing of your hips.

“Hyunjin-” you panted, fingers clutching on the hem of his hoodie. “Fuck me-”

Hyunjin shook his head, earning him more of your whines. He dipped down, lips ghosting over your ear. “Not now.”

“Please, Hyunjin-” you took one of his hands and let it brush over your slit- soaked and a mess, wanting nothing more than his cock filling you in quickly. “I need you.”

He chewed on his lip, bruising even more than it already was. “I know, but will you let me do something first?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the sound so clear to his ears. “What?”

“Let me take my time.” he pressed his lips softly on your cheek, feeling the slight dampness that rolled from your eyes in frustrations. “Please.”

He expected you to say no. Knowing you, he actually held no expectation that you would allow more time than necessary for this sort of intimacy. But then he felt your head moving, nodding, and that was it for him.

His lips made trails of wet kisses from your ears to your collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive patch of skin you have near your sternum. He shifted, sliding down further down your figure. His hands pressed on your legs, urging you to allow him space between your thighs.

Goosebumps formed across your skin as his lips found it once more, kissing the inner side of your left thigh and he slowly made his way back up, leaving barely there marks as he moved slowly.

You writhed as he closed in to your heat, and nearly screamed as he ignored it, moving further up to kiss around your waist. Your fingers tried to find purchase on something, anything, to relieve the tension, and they ended up on your own breasts, cupping and kneading them roughly over the hoodie.

Hyunjin heard your stifled moans and struggled to keep his own in his throat as he saw you pulling on your hardened buds over his hoodie, frustration clear on your twisted expression. His sweatpants felt taut and constricting, and once more, he fought over his desires to bend you over and mindlessly fuck you.

Tonight he wanted to savor you. Slowly.

He slid his hand between the hoodie and your skin, making you gasp and have your hands pulling away from your breast to cover your mouth because his touch felt like seething fire on your already heated skin. Hyunjin lifted the cloth just enough to reveal your chest, hungry eyes marvelling the softness of your skin.

Hyunjin dipped down, curious tongue finding your nipple. He relished the slight taste of salt on the skin, teeth pulling on the bud and drawing the most desperate sound from your chest- one he had never heard before.

Fuck.

Desire thrummed in his veins, prickling harder on his skin. His other hand trailed down between your legs, finding the slick opening of your core, twitching and begging so pitifully to be filled.

Hyunjin slipped a finger in so painfully slowly, his lids fluttering close as he tried to concentrate on feeling your velvety heat around him. Your legs fell open further besides him as he slid in a second digit, dragging in and out of you in a lengthy, excruciating pace that he knew was not enough for you. He captured your nipple with his lips again, giving it a thorough suck just as he crooked his finger on the soft spot behind your clit, causing you to scream, back arching so prettily off the couch.

More of those delicious desperate sounds escaped your lips as he pulled his fingers out, and Hyunjin could feel his own arousal screaming underneath his skin, coiling tight in his stomach.

You choked out a sob when he left your skin and suddenly licked a thick stripe starting from your swollen, throbbing clit, down to your aching entrance. He didn’t stop, tongue continuously flicking over the sensitized bud and occasionally dipping into your core, teasing you further, making your thighs shake from the tension. His fingers found comfort back in your slick heat, scissoring you open tenuously as his tongue delved alongside them.

Begs spilled from your throat, sounding raw with tears, and he could feel it- the neediness growing incessantly in your nerves, so apparent by the way your velvet walls twitch violently around his fingers. He pressed deeper, dragged slower and more of your cries filled the room.

Hyunjin swallowed thickly. Hearing how you would be under prolonged, lingering pleasure, he regretted not thinking of this sooner.

His plush lips pressed on your clit, suckling on it sweetly as he continued pumping in and out of you leisurely. His actions drew out more of your moans, slowly turning into muffled grunts as you bite onto the sleeves of his hoodie just to hold on to the last remnant of sanity.

Hyunjin was not sure if he could ever go back to quick fucks and fast highs with you now. Not when seeing you under him like this made him feel so good, so damned accomplished.

“Hyunjin-” he smiled at the desperation in your voice. “Please? Fuck me?”

He took his time pulling his digits out of your drenched cunt, enthralled by the sound of your whine, He brought his fingers to his mouth and savored your sweet taste again before coming on top of you, arms caging your head. He could see himself reflected in your glossy, despairing eyes, and it made his heart swoon and his skin prickle again, lustful.

“Don’t be too hasty baby.” he kissed you softly, breath ghosting over your trembling lips.

“We’re just getting started.”

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red-cape-morgana · 3 years

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FIAT LUX

Everyone sees the girl of steel as an almighty, indestructible being. But before being a hero, she is a person, and this implies some quirks. Some fears as well.

Chapter 2

(Chp 1) // (ao3)

Of course Lena knows about Kara's love of phosphorescent things, and especially about those sneakers.

She can actually see the shoes' faint glow in her entry every single evening, when Kara gets back home. And if now it has become a comforting sight, something she looks for when she wakes up and Kara was on patrol the previous night, it has not always been that way.

The first time she had seen that greenish glow... she had thought of kryptonite.

She had been quietly reading perched on her couch, when Kara had finally gotten back home from a grueling long workday. The blonde had an agar look on her face, leaving her bag and kicking her shoes off. Lena had heard her mumbling something about breaking pencils, spilled coffee and needing a shower, before heading to Lena’s luxurious bathroom.

Lena had decided to let her girlfriend unwind for a while before asking about that apparently rough day. Now that she knew about Kara's alter ego, she understood her girlfriend's clumsiness on a whole new level and knew that a simple task could require a lot of focus from her. Consequently, the number of incidents grew up accordingly as the hours of the day passed, and many phones had been the innocent victims to the super's strength.

Lena was getting lost in her historical novel once again, when she had noticed a faint light in her entry.

Odd, she had thought. Lights are turned off. What’s there?

She had closed her book before getting up to check on that. On her way, she had grabbed her phone, just as a precaution. After so many assassination attempts, she had learnt that communication means where really what mattered (as well as an efficient punch in the nose from time to time).

A couple of meters away in the entry, she could distinguish a faint greenish light coming from the messenger bag that Kara had abandoned there.

A bomb.

She started to run toward the bathroom. She needed to warn Kara! The kryptonite would suppress her powers, she had to flee! She speed dialed Alex to ask for an intervention squad while barging in the bathroom.

"Lena?! What's going on? Why are…?" Kara stammered when Lena had opened the shower cabin.

"You have to go!" Lena had said in a hurry while dragging the soaping blonde out of the shower.

"To go? But, why? Lena, what's…"

"There's a bomb Kara!" Lena shouted at her, in a near panic

She needs to go, she thought to herself. If it's kryptonite, she is even more at risk then me. The residual radiations would deepen any potential injury and worsen her state. And considering the rate of cellular degradation from direct exposure, even the DEO may not be fast enough.

"Lena, you, hide while I take it away." Kara stated while fumbling to activate her suit.

"You don't understand. It's kryptonite. You can't risk getting anywhere near it!"

"What?" Kara exclaimed. "But, I thought you had installed a biometric security system after last time?"

"I did!" Lena answered while trying to shove the unmovable kryptonian toward their bedroom, where she could escape through the window.

"But there is that greenish glow in the entry, and I know how to recognize kryptonite Kara. Believe me if…"

Kara had held up a hand to stop her mid sentence.

"You said in the entry?" she had calmly inquired.

"Yes! Why do you care where it is? It's still a bomb Kara." Lena said, her voice filled with exasperation.

And Kara had laughed. She had laughed till tears streamed down her face, mixing with water and shampoo left from her half finished shower. She had laughed even harder when Lena started to scream at her to go while she had time.

The brunette started to fear it may be something else than kryptonite, and that it was messing up Kara's mind because who laughs at the prospect of a toxic bomb in their apartment for God's sake?!

Kara didn't stop before hearing her talking to Alex, asking for help in their apartment. That got her attention, and she took the phone out of Lena's hand before uttering between giggles

"No it's fine Alex. Lena… Lena thought my shoes were some kryptonite trap. Can you, can you believe that?!"

Lena felt as if she could hear the groan Alex surely made to accompany her “I’m tired of my sister” expression.

Well I guess 13 years of that kind of shenanigan does that to someone, Lena mused. She had only known Kara for 3 years, and yet she was sure she had her own special kind frown as well.

Kara ended the call, promising they would explain more clearly tomorrow, before proceeding to explain that what she had thought to be a kryptonian bomb was only the new sneakers she had bought that were phosphorescent.

“They are the best glow in the dark shoes one can buy Lena! I had to get them, you understand?” she said as if her point was obvious, bouncing on her feet like a kid who had just been promised a trip to the candy store after school.

Lena had debated throwing the shoes out the window, just for the scare they had given her, and also because she wanted to erase Kara’s smirk.

Now the blonde keeps referring to that moment to tease Lena, a reminder that the genius she is got fooled by glow in the dark material. But coming from the Luthor family, can you blame her for thinking of an assassination attempt first?

And if that incident wasn't enough, the hour-long rant Alex gave her about Kara's love for glowing things would have clued her on it.

The next day, Lena had dropped by the DEO, willing to apologize for the false alert of the previous day. She knew Kara had said they would all gather at the end of the day for a drink, but Lena felt the need to see Alex first thing in the morning. Those apologies also included freshly brewed coffee from the best roaster in town, and enough pastries to satisfy a small army. The redhead vented to her for an hour straight, using memories from their shared childhood in Midvale to illustrate her explanation. As well as justify her exasperation with her sister’s eccentricities.

Lena took the opportunity to learn what her girlfriend was like when she got on Earth, Kara oddly quiet about this period of her life. She also thought it was the safest move possible in her situation, to let Alex get it out of her system. No one wanna get on the bad side of their possible future sister in law, and even less when they work for a secret agency that has a knack for making people disappear.

What she learns though, makes her see some of her girlfriend's habits under a new light.

Lena knew it must have been incredibly jarring to not only start a new life on a foreign planet, but learning that she had been lost in space for decades, and that Kal-El didn’t need her anymore must have been devastating. It was her mission after all, the reason why her parents had sent her away. Knowing that now, she didn’t have any purpose anymore… And it goes without saying that the enhanced senses she suddenly gained thanks to the yellow sun, would be enough to drive anyone crazy on their own. Heart beats, motors, reading through a book, crushing your mug of hot chocolate accidentally,... And all that during teenage years. Earth must have looked like hell at first. No wonder why Kara is unusually quiet whenever this topic arises. But Lena sensed there may be something else lying there, and since she wouldn't pry at Kara's traumatic memories, Alex was the next best best source for informations.

So far, she only thought Kara was that kind of forgetful/lazy person that never really complete a task. When the blonde would leave the curtains in their bedroom slightly open, or their door ajar, or her phone on the bedside table and always displaying time. Lena simply thought that Kara didn’t mind any of it. And since it wasn't bothering herself much, she let her do.

For Lena it was just Kara's little quirks. Just like her love for phosphorescent things.

Though, now that she thinks of it, she can remember an incident that happened when Kara had first moved in with her.

So far, in their relationship, the blonde had rarely slept over at Lena's place. Either because Lena was actually the one sleeping over, or Supergirl was needed for an emergency mission, or when Lena was travelling the country for scientific and technological conventions and checking up on branches of L-Corp. They had decided to move in together to make things easier for both of them. There was no point in sneaking around like lovesick teenagers, and Kara had already claimed two drawers at Lena's (who was very keen on borrowing oversized sweaters from said drawers when her girlfriend couldn't be around).

The move in itself was as smooth as possible: Kara stacked her boxed belongings in the van, Alex drove it to Lena's place, Kelly had looked for the best itinerary during this busy week day, and Lena had prepared snacks for everyone once they'd arrive. All in all, it had been the matter of a day.

Alex and Kelly had stayed over for dinner at Lena's demand, and Kara had just dug out what she would need for the next day.

"It will all be unboxed tomorrow Lena. What would be the point in putting it all back in the boxes now?" Kara had said, when Lena pointed out she couldn't see the color of her couch anymore with all the stuff the hero had thrown on it.

At some point, Nia and Brainy had joined them, bringing a couple of bottles to celebrate "an event I didn't think I would get to see before having grey hair, considering the pace you were going!" Nia had said.

The evening had continued full of laughers, memories of moments the couple had been completely oblivious to one another, and potstickers of course.

When everyone had left it was finally time to go to bed, the super had become strangely agitated. Lena had brushed it off as all the emotions of the day and finally living with her.

It will all settle once we lay down and get some rest, she had thought.

She had been proven wrong. Kara had spent the night turning and tossing, unable to find sleep. Lena had tried to soothe her by pressing her front to her back, gently holding the blonde in her arms. But when Lena had woken up some hours later, Kara wasn't in bed anymore.

"Darling?" Lena gently called as she padded in the living room, barefoot and eyes still full of sleep.

Kara was on the couch, huddled against an arm rest and looking at her laptop without really seeing it.

Lena closed the distance between them before sitting next to her girlfriend. Sensing that she wasn't in the right headspace to explain what was going on, she simply decided to just lean against Kara, anchoring her in the present. Together.

After some time, the sun had started to rise.

Lena had slipped in a state between sleep and alert, still here but not fully conscious of how long they had stood there together. At some point Kara had closed her laptop, setting it aside on the coffee table, and she had pulled Lena on top of her, holding her close. The weight and warmth of her girlfriend must have calmed her nerves somewhat because Lena felt the stiff muscles finally relax under herself.

Lena was about to suggest they move to the kitchen to have a well deserved breakfast when Kara had softly said "It was so dark, you know. I just… it brought up some memories. I'm sorry."

Lena hadn't prayed any further. Kara had every right to keep some things secret, and she knew she would learn about it eventually, when the hero would be ready to face this.

After that, Kara had always left a small source of light in their bedroom. At the end of the first month living together, she even bought some star stickers that she put on their ceiling as well as on some furniture. Lena had raised an eyebrow at that, but Kara had brushed it off, saying something about how it remembered her of her apartment and that she thought it comforting to share this with Lena.

Showing the Luthor a part of the Super that very few select people had ever witnessed.

But now, after her talk with Alex, Lena knows that it comes from a different place.

From what Alex told her, on earth Kara had never liked total obscurity. Elyza and Jeremiah had tried to help her of course. They offered the teenage girl therapy, sophrology and many alternatives to help her conquer her fear. But nothing had worked.

Every night Kara would wake up drenched in cold sweat, her breath coming up in short pants, convinced she was back in the phantom zone. Those nights, Alex would begrudgingly get up and walk to this new sister she didn't ask for bed, and lay down with her. She would take Kara in her arms, because that was the only thing that would ground her in the present.

Until one night, when Alex slept over to a friend.

#this took me so long to write I am sorry #I've never used the word phosphorescent so much and now it's suggested by my keyboard everytime a word atarts with p- 😂#I hope you like my rambling!#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #red cape writing #well here i am this rambling has now officially become a fic #supercorp sunday

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guardianofrivendell · 3 years

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Guarding Your Heart - Chapter 2 {TEASER}

Summary: Lucy is a smart, independent woman who’s getting dragged into her father’s past against her will. Fíli, who is working for the family’s security agency, receives his next assignment: guarding Lucy. On one side someone who doesn’t want to be a ‘babysitter’ and on the other side someone who will do anything to get rid of her ‘bodyguard’, you know this will turn into chaos. Interesting chaos, but still chaos. Until things start to get serious and they have to work together to stay alive.

Chapter 2 moodboard by @laurfilijames

Chapter 2 will be there this Friday, 5 pm CET!

We’ll try to work towards weekly updates but since we’re both adults with our own families and jobs, don’t shoot us if we can’t keep up with that schedule.

Thank you to everyone who commented and reblogged on chapter 1, we’re excited to take you all with us on Lucy and Fíli’s adventure!

Every chapter will be preceded by a teaser posted on Wednesdays.

If you missed chapter 1, you can read it here.

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Teaser below the ‘read more’ cut

Warnings: mentions of drinking and abduction. Trigger warning for abduction! Please do not read if this is in any way triggering for you!

Jars clinked together in the refrigerator door as she whipped it open, reaching for a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne.

Lucy stood on her tiptoes to reach a flute, and slammed the glass down on the counter a little harder than she intended, but it thankfully didn’t break.

With a ‘pop’ the cork was freed from the bottle, leaving whispers of fizzy smoke trailing in the air. Her hands trembled again as she poured it carefully into the glass, not wanting to give away her nerves to Fíli who was now leaning on the doorframe and watching her like a hawk.

“I don’t know if this is an appropriate time for bubbles,” he said, his voice full of judgement. “It’s not even noon yet.”

Lucy spun to face him and placed the rim of the glass to her lips, staring him down fiercely as she emptied its contents in one go, not stopping despite the burning sensation it created down her throat.

All she could think about was how much she wanted him gone.

“Maybe I’m mourning the death of what used to be my life!”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Fili smirked, biting the side of his bottom lip. “People are simply trying to keep you alive and the only thing you can worry about is your running schedule.”

Lucy slammed her glass on the counter again and braced both arms against the edge to fake some courage.

“It’s not just my running schedule! It’s everything! My studies, my future career, my boyfriend! All turned upside down and tossed to the side because of my father, who I haven’t seen or heard of for the past seven years by the way. So forgive me for being a little bitter.”

She refilled her glass, the first one was not enough to take the edge off the terrible way she was feeling. Lucy could see Fili shaking his head from side to side in her periphery and she nearly lost it when she heard him chuckle.

“You’re getting a kick out of this aren’t you? You’re watching my life crumble apart before me and I bet you find it incredibly entertaining!”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m equally as offended and inconvenienced by this whole thing as you are.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ceiling, not liking where this conversation was headed.

“You can leave at any time!” she snapped, pointing her finger at him. “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!”

“Would you like to try?” he challenged her, raising his eyebrow in question.

“Try what?”

“Looking after yourself. Should we see what happens?”

“This entire thing is being blown out of proportion! Nothing is going to happen! Nothing ever happens!”

He took a few steps towards Lucy until his face was only inches away from hers. If he wanted her to cooperate, he needed to be brutally honest with her. She’d probably hate him after this, but she could use the wake up call.

He took the champagne glass out of her hand and placed it back on the counter, not breaking eye contact.

“Really? So the chances of someone breaking into your house in the middle of the night is, what? One in a million?” he started. “Someone gagging you and tying you up, then tossing you in the back of a vehicle and driving you somewhere, anywhere, where no one is able to find you, not even me? Them doing unspeakable things to your mind, your body, ...You really think that could never happen in your privileged little life? Think again, sweetheart. Your dad messed around with some nasty people and they will not hesitate to use you to get what they want.”

He watched as fear spread across her features, and he knew he’d done his job in scaring her. The furrow of her brows relaxed slightly with every description he made of what would most likely happen to her if he wasn’t there to protect her.

“God, you’re a prick!” her voice shook slightly and she bumped his shoulder harshly when she stormed out of the kitchen to the living room.

- Full Chapter 2 will be there this Friday, 5 pm CET! -

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comic-book-jawns · 3 years

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My Favorite Person

“It’s okay! I got it, I got it!”

Having seen Jamie jump back from a flower pot just as she’d opened the door to The Leafling, Dani ran in, clapping Jamie’s shoulder as Jamie backed toward the front counter, then continued on to where she’d been standing. A moment later she had the spider cupped between her hands.

“I’ll be right back, mkay?”

Jamie nodded, flush against the counter. After stepping back into the crisp October air to rehome it on a small tree across the street, Dani returned to find Jamie awkwardly shuffling with her hands in her pockets, staring at the floor.

“Thanks.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry.”

“Jamie.”

They’d been over this countless times — that there was no need for her to apologize to Dani, who, for one, did not have arachnophobia and, for two, was acting entirely of her volition.

“Sorry,” Jamie replied automatically, then groaned. “Fuck me.”

Jamie groaned even louder, rolling her eyes, then trudged over to the coat rack, dug her wallet out of her coat and stepped behind the counter.

Since they’d opened last February, Jamie had been trying to curb her cursing at work so as not to drive away customers.

Dani had suggested a swear jar as a joke, but Jamie had liked the idea. And it had proved to be somewhat effective, though she had had to switch from dollar bills to quarters fairly quickly in the interest of still having cash left at the end of each week.

Whatever was in the jar at the end of each week was supposed to be Dani’s to spend however she chose. But Dani, of course, had wanted to spend it on Jamie, so Jamie had instead suggested they hold onto it until the end of each quarter and then donate that amount to charity.

Dani had loved that idea. So that’s what they’d been doing, neither pointing out that while it was a more noble use of the money, it was still a form of positive reinforcement and very likely part of the reason Jamie had only managed to marginally cut back.

Dani laughed now as Jamie deposited her coin in the jar beside the register, returned her wallet to her coat pocket, then walked back over to her.

“Hi,” Dani said, still giggling.

“Oh, Jesus! Hi, Poppins.” Jamie shook her head as she leaned in to quickly kiss Dani’s cheek. She’d seen her a couple hours ago, but Dani had only just arrived at the shop after a dentist appointment. “How was... ”

Dani smirked as Jamie trailed off. She’d still been in her pajamas when Jamie had left their apartment, so Jamie hadn’t seen her Halloweeen costume yet.

And this was actually the first year they were doing costumes. Having been on the road last year they’d settled for candy and a movie marathon. It had been no less enjoyable, of course. But they had been looking forward to finally getting fully into the tradition now that they were settled in Vermont, especially Jamie who had explained that Halloween wasn’t really much of a thing in England.

Jamie, gripping Dani’s upper arms, looked her up and down now, though Dani’s costume was partially obscured by her coat.

“Wow.” Dani blushed as Jamie’s mouth hung open slightly. “Are you, uh... what’s-er-name?”

Dani raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

“Ya know... ”

Jamie stepped back and did the pose.

“Oh, Rosie the Riveter?”

“That’s it.”

Jamie returned to her normal stance.

“Good guess - ”

“Oh.”

Jamie looked rather deflated. Dani stepped closer, taking her hand.

“No, it was! But this one’s blue.” Dani pointed to the bandana her hair was currently wrapped up in. Jamie cocked her head. “Hers is red.”

“Ah, guess I must’a slacked off in my American propaganda posters of World War II class.”

Dani laughed as she started walking over to the coat rack, still holding Jamie’s hand.

“That does sounds like you.”

“Oi!” Jamie shot back as she helped Dani out of her coat and put it on the rack for her.

“So... ”

Jamie was smiling as she turned around and then went slack-jawed and doe-eyed as it finally clicked.

She’d recognized that Dani was wearing her bandana and that Dani was wearing denim trousers that looked like they belonged to her overalls. But it hadn’t occurred to her that...

“You’re... ” Dani nodded encouragingly. “Me?”

Dani, who was wearing one of Jamie’s tank tops underneath the overalls, Jamie’s striped and multi-colored button down unbuttoned over top and Jamie’s gold chain around her neck, smiled widely and stepped closer, taking both of Jamie’s hands.

“I wanted to go as my favorite person.”

Jamie’s eyes immediately started watering, and she cleared her throat.

“Thanks a lot, Dani. Now I can never wear any of this again.”

Dani laughed.

“Why?”

Jamie scoffed as if it was obvious. She stepped back and gestured at Dani.

“’Cause ya look so much hotter in it!” Jamie pouted. “You’ve ruined ma whole look.”

“Not your whole look.” Dani nodded down to her feet, as she stepped forward and retook Jamie’s hands, and Jamie noticed Dani was wearing her own trainers, or sneakers, as she called them. “Your feet are too small, remember?”

Jamie’s feet were an adorable half-size smaller than Dani’s, which they’d discovered fairly early on when they’d started sharing clothes here and there. Jamie scoffed again as she looked back up, catching Dani’s smirk.

“Just when I thought ya couldn’t sink any lower.”

“Me?” Jamie raised an eyebrow at Dani’s tone and started to smirk herself. “You’re closer to the ground.”

Dani giggled as Jamie’s smirk shattered.

“’M not shorter!”

Dani laughed even harder. Jamie tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t quite manage it. She was impressed more than anything.

Even with the progress Dani had made in quipping — Jamie being a terrible influence, naturally — she normally couldn’t match Jamie this well. Dani was going method, apparently.

“Of course not.”

Before Jamie could get a retort in, Dani wrapped her arm around Jamie’s neck and put her in headlock, another result of Jamie being a bad influence on her.

Jamie had also opted for a fairly simple costume. As excited as she was to celebrate her first proper Halloween — they’d decorated the shop after hours on September 30, Dani taking the lead as the American and former teacher — Jamie had wanted to get the lay of the land before going all out. Plus, she was not keen to feel extra self-conscious interacting with customers.

So, she’d opted for an untucked white button down, black sunglasses that she’d hung on her shirt, white socks underneath tan shoes Dani had recently bought her and her usual boxer briefs underneath, much to Dani’s chagrin, pants. She’d already reassured Dani this morning that she would get fully in character once they got back home.

Jamie caught her glasses now as they were jostled free by Dani bending her down. Before Dani could knuckle her head — gently, of course — they looked up to find a customer walking in.

“Hello!” Dani said brightly, as Jamie choked back another laugh, her face flushing even more. Keeping her eyes on the customer, a woman a bit older than them who fortunately looked rather amused, Dani eased her grip, allowing Jamie to stand back up; took the glasses and put them on Jamie’s face; then put her hand on the small of Jamie’s back and gently nudged her out of the spotlight and back toward the plants. “How can we help you?”

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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Caught in The Act (Bakugou x Reader x Todoroki)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

This chapter is TAME compared to what’s coming next, but needed to be added (a calm before the storm, if you will).

Hope you like sexual tension.

Also a special thanks to @godtieruwu for giving helping me out with the chapter!

HnM💕

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Part 4:

Your crying had mostly subsided by the time you parked in front of Todoroki’s residence. With your now unblurred vision you immediately recognized his small, surprisingly normal sedan. It still shocked you to envision the unworldly man driving even though you’d witnessed it many times,

“Holy shit, he really did finish work up quickly,” you softly announced as you lightly shut the door of your vehicle.

You could feel your heart rambunctiously jump in your chest as you walked to his front door. God, just how long has it been since you had seen him? Almost an entire year?

You tried to remember yourself from this time last year, but she seemed to be a complete stranger to the woman you were today. You nervously wondered if Todoroki would even like the version of yourself that you had become—less composed, more pathetic, a fraction of the confident woman that you used to be. Overall, you had changed for the worse and was terrified of how one of your closest friends would react to the metamorphosis.

You pulled your hand up to give a few slight knocks onto the wood of the very large, very Japanese house.

Your heart dropped as the large door clicked and then slid open, “Y/N,” he warmly greeted you. You blinked a few times in surprise as your brain scrambled to take in his appearance.

You tried to tame your fluttering heart as you forced eye contact with the soft smiling man, “Hey, Todo,” you lamely replied as your eyes flew away from his face.

Why were you so shocked by his appearance? He hadn’t changed at all-- save for the extreme growth of his hair, “it’s been a long time, huh?” you softly chuckled.

“Yeah about a year,” he replied, ever so widening his slight smile. It greatly contrasted with the the look that suddenly enveloped his eyes-- his hard gaze igniting a blazing fire within your stomach. He looked as if he was examining you even harder than you were, him.

“Yeah,” you awkwardly retorted. Oh god, did you forget to wipe your face off before you came in? Were your eyes still red?? Were your cheeks still puffy? Were you still crying without even realizing it? These thoughts raced each other in your mind in a twisting swirl, and the heat in your stomach found itself running as well as you felt fire flee to your cheeks, “So- uh-- can I come in?” you awkwardly shifted your weight as the wind suddenly reminded you of the cold air.

“What happened?” Todoroki said very flatly as his eyebrows slightly scrunched to the center of his expression—his calm demeanor slightly fading, “You’re upset,” he instantly reached out to grab your face. His hand was extremely warm in contrast to the cold air, but the heat was fleeting as he suddenly pulled his hand away, as if it were a mistake. He looked down to the ground with a blush that you felt like probably matched your own before awkwardly escorting you into his home—his hand now warming the small of your back, sending hopefully unnoticed shivers up your spine.

“No I am fine! I mean—” you tried to move past the awkward exchange, “I was—upset that is, but I’m okay now I just… had a long night.” you breathed out heavily as the words finally slipped from your mouth.

“I am surprised that you came to see me,” he said before removing his hand from you, “I never thought Bakugou would allow for that,” his facial expression remained as calm as ever, but you could swear that you saw a hint of spite sprinkled into it.

“Well, I am my own woman,” you teased as you tilted your head to the side—slipping from yourself from your jacket.

“Of course,” he gave a slight chuckle as he grabbed the coat and hung it up on a nearby rack. You had accidentally followed him a bit too closely as he walked to the rack and as he turned back around, you found yourself dangerously close to the man.

You felt the heat of his breath on you for only a moment before you instinctively leaned yourself back, but not before your heart jolted in a quivering movement against your ribs.

Of course there was a legitimate reason that Bakugou didn’t necessarily like when you and Todoroki were close. No matter how fleeting your guys’ relationship was, there was no denying that there was a certain… tension.. in the atmosphere between the two of you.

Your eyebrows flew the top of your forehead as you immediately backed away from Todoroki, “Anyway,” you gave a slight cough to clear the nervousness from your voice, “Bakugou and I are…n’t on good terms.”

“I’m…” he obviously tried to hide the small smile that pulled at the corners of his lips, “so sorry to hear that,” he lied.

“Yeah, we just ended things not to long ago,” you shrugged your shoulders, unbeknownst to him also shrugging away the heavy feelings of sadness and guilt that weighed down your heart. You just ended things today.

You shouldn’t have even come here.

“Please, have a seat. We can talk about it if you want,” he sounded almost too eager to have you comfortable in his estate, “I’ll grab us some coffee—or tea for you, if I remember correctly,” Wow, not even Bakugou catered to your love of tea over coffee.

“Yeah, that would be fine,” you tried to pull your lips into a smile, but you were sure that it came off as more of a grimace. His eyes seemed to’ linger over your expression for a moment before he nodded and walked to the kitchen.

“So. I am assuming that you are not happy with your split?” he called out.

“I… uh- it was sudden to say the least,” you bounced your weight around uncomfortably on the couch, “He- uh- well I caught him with someone else.” C’mon. This was the entire reason that you came here, isn’t it? To talk to someone. To rant your sadness away. So why is it so fucking hard for you to strike up that burning passion that you have felt for the last fifteen hours?

Because you were an idiot and chose to talk to the one person who you could have very easily ended up on the opposite side of the situation with. It was hard to be so pissed at Bakugou when you were foolishly throwing yourself back into your ex’s life.

A twinge of guilt struck your heart strings.

“Caught him?” Todoroki questioned as he peeked back into the living room. His entire body followed before he calmly tilted his head to the side as if to say ‘go on.’

“Um.. I caught him—ahem—in the act,” there it is. The emotions that you had temporarily lost came back with a vengeance as your eyesight became blurry once more.

“Are you serious,” Todoroki was immediately by your side after he placed the tea down onto the coffee table, “That damned fool,” he said very lowly before taking your face in his hands and gently wiping the tears away, “I told him if he were to ever hurt you I would kill him.” You couldn’t tell if he was trying to be funny or not. You hardly ever could with him honestly.

Whatever the intent, you couldn’t focus on much else besides his lingering grasp on your face. You internally prayed for him to stop touching you like that. Was he always so bold? Was a new, special sense developed in your body now as a single woman.

Single woman.

Don’t kid yourself you only just ended things with your fiancé.

Guilt tugged at your heart, pulling you away from the man as you apologized, “I thought I had gotten most of the crying part out of the way already,” you gave a small laugh, “I actually came here to radiate some bad bitch energy and rant about how terrible he is.”

“We could still arrange for that. I have a list.” You laughed even though you knew that he was probably wholly serious.

“No. I don’t think I am ready for that. It’s too fresh.” Your voice burned you as the back of your throat constricted to capture a sob, “I can’t bad mouth him just yet,” Your throat was tight, but it completely closed up as Todoroki clumsily and stiffly pulled you into him for a hug.

Had you ever even hugged him before?

You tilted your head up to throw him a confused glance, but instantly regretted the decision to do so as you realized just how close your faces were.

You had never seen him so closely. As he turned his head down to look at you, you could take his beauty in fully. God, he was gorgeous. His soft features and strong eyes willed you to come closer as you flashed a quick glance at his lips-- he took notice.

At your gesture he gently cupped the back of your head to guide you into position as the heat of your breaths mixed in together, and the hot space between you became smaller and smaller. Your damp eyes slowly closed as you awaited the soft impact.

“Y/N,” Todoroki groaned as he frustratedly pressed his forehead against yours and regained distance between the two of you’s lips, “I think you’ve misread the situation,” he calmly implied.

Misread?

You would have to be pretty damned illiterate to misread that!

Todoroki slowly stretched himself away from you, “You see, I have—"

All of a sudden the front door opened and a small petite woman frolicked inside. She almost strode right past the living room before she caught a glimpse of the two of you on the couch, “Oh!” she sang, her melodious voice sounding like chimes, “I didn’t know you’d be home so early, Todo.”

Todo? Only you had ever called him that— or so you thought.

“I had to wrap things up quickly to host our visitor,” he coolly stood up and gestured for you to follow him and the two of you greeted the woman, “Fae, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Fae, my roommate.” For some reason your felt a wave of relief melt in your chest.

“Hello,” you genuinely smiled at the woman. As she greeted you back, you completely ingested her appearance. She seemed very tranquil, having soft features and smooth expressions. A very light cloud of happiness graced her aura, even when she wasn’t smiling. The cool undertones of her demeanor spread to you as she shook your hand, causing your smile to slightly falter.

She was the woman that you had so desperately tried to be—the persona that you had feigned for longer than you would care to admit.

So ‘Todo’ has a type after all? You felt the corners of your lips twitch in surprise at the amalgamation of ill feelings that bubbled within you.

“I was just about to tell Y/N that she would be more than welcome to stay in our spare bedroom for a while until she gets her living situation figured out,” as soon as the words fell out of Todoroki’s mouth your jaw flew open in shock.

“Oh really?” her smile beamed, but you noticed that it didn’t reach her eyes, “That would be just wonderful!” she finished as your open mouth continued to fumble over itself.

“Would you like for that?” Todoroki questioned.

God, way to put you on the spot, Todo. I guess it’s nice to see that some people stay pretty much true to their character traits throughout life. He was obviously oblivious to both yours and Fae’s discomfort about the situation.

“I- um,” you continued to struggle before your phone began loudly ringing. Your first thought was Bakugou, but that couldn't have been since you had blocked his contact during your long, emotional drive around the city,

“Excuse me,” you nervously shrugged your shoulders before walking down the hall towards the kitchen to answer your phone. You instantly recognized his contact with the goofy image that you had taken back in high school and reluctantly answered the phone,

“Kiri...?”

“Y/N! hey!” His loud, excited voice blasted into your ears, causing you to pull the device away from your head a bit, “You never answered my text are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I am fine,” You could hear familiar, loud explosions in the background. That man better not be ruining your favorite tapestries and scorching the good flooring you just bought.

You punched those habitual thoughts out of your mind-- that obviously wasn’t your problem anymore.

“That’s good to hear,” Kirishima sighed into the phone, “‘Cause Bakugou is absolutely loosing his shit right now,” he nervously laughed and you could almost envision his scratching the back of his head like he tended to do, “Anyway, where are you? And when are you coming home? If I have to Dr. Phil for you guys I will,” he joked, “I don’t like seeing mom and dad fighting.”

God, that is when you realized. Your family would also be breaking up. You and Bakugou obviously, but also Kiri, Kaminari, Mina, Sero-- everyone. The little loving family that you had spent years developing and loving was falling apart just as easily as your relationship had, “Kiri…” you choked, “I-I don’t think I am coming home.”

“Not tonight, huh? Sleep over at Jirou’s?”

Your heart fell at his utter optimism, “No I mean...I am really not coming back. not at all.”

“What? What do you mean?!” you had never heard his voice like this-- desperate and scared, “All of your stuff is here! You.. you have to come back,” he sadly protested.

“Obviously, I’’ll be back to get my things but I don’t think that I am coming back to live with you guys, sweetie. Bakugou and I..” you had yet to say this sentence out loud, “we broke up today,” It felt dirty coming off of your tongue.

“You guys… what? Are you serious? It was that bad?”

“He cheated on me, Kiri.” you explained as your voice danced on the fine line of cracking. You waited a few uncomfortable beats for him to answer, “Hello?”

“Y/N, sweetheart. I am so sorry. I had no idea. I just...” your heart broke even more for him in that moment than it did for yourself. You knew how sympathetic he was, and you never meant for him to carry your pain, “I can’t believe he would do that to you.”

“It’s okay,” you tried to calm him down.

“No, it’s not. You are everything that he could ask for and more. I don’t understand how he could do that to you. You’re beautiful. You’re kind. You’re determined, smart, caring, loyal. I am sorry he couldn't appreciate that. I really am,” Your eyes were well on their way to tearing up at his words until--

“IS THAT FUCKING Y/N?!” you heard a familiar raspy scream on Kiri’s end, “So you’ll answer the dammed phone for shitty hair, but not me?!” Bakugou screeched loudly. You could tell that he had snatched the phone from Kiri by that point, “You should never have been driving so upset, you idiot!” Oh, okay. So now he suddenly cares about your health. He didn't seem to care that much when he was fucking that slut unprotected,

“Y/N, you need to answer your phone when you are doing dumb shit like that!” But he didnt bother on calling you when he was being dumb, shit-faced drunk. He continued but you couldn’t care less, “I was thinking you could have died or-”

Click.

You ended the call, before walking out of the kitchen, down the hall and throwing a smile over to Todoroki on the other side of the room, “I’ll stay.”

Todoroki had been thrilled at your decision-- well at least as thrilled as his stoic demeanor would allow for-- and he had instantly taken to showing you around the large estate. Being a top ten hero paid very generously it seemed.

By the end of the night you had ended up alone in the bare guest bedroom as Fae had stolen Todoroki to do some thing or another. Todoroki seemed to reluctantly follow, but only after your reassurance. You honestly didn't mind.

You needed time to absorb the heavy events of the day.

You sat in your new room and let all of the events soak in your head as you replayed them and stared at the ceiling. You had cried so much that you were likely dehydrated at this point. Tears no longer fell down your temples as you gazed above you.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, “Y/N?” Todoroki questioned before peeking his head in your room. You had to stifle a small laugh at the fact that he didn't even wait for you to answer before inviting himself in.

“We never got to finish our conversation on the couch,” he continued.

“No, it’s okay I get it,” you rolled over onto your side toward him and attempted to stretch the awkward feeling in your bones.

“You do?” he slightly raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that almost kiss thing. It probably would be better to pretend it never happened at all,” you once again attempted a calm, passive demeanor.

“It would be?” his eyebrows fell back down, “I don’t think we are on the same page, Y/N,” you opened your mouth to speak but he quickly cut you off, “I wanted to kiss you. I still—uh want to. I just don’t want to be your rebound. I want to wait with you and take things very slowly if it means that I get to be the one for you.” You threw yourself upright as a ticklish feeling erupted within your stomach. Your mouth still sat open as he finished speaking,

“I don’t want you to think I am just preying on a heart broken girl after her breakup.”

Practically anything that this man has said you you all day set a fire in your heart that you had never felt before. It was slow and gentle—much different from the blazing inferno you had craved from Bakugou for the past many years.

The passion with Bakugou felt so natural, but was this slow burning love something that you needed?

As you stared at the Todoroki in the silence that had enveloped you, the feeling within your lower abdomen certainly screamed that that wasn’t the case.

Your legs started moving before you could think as you walked up to the handsome man. You knew that it was probably safer to move slowly, but that didn’t stop you from softly grasping him at the base of his neck.

Should you take things slow with Todoroki? Or move at a passionate pace?

YOU DECIDE

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