#🐞:fluff

[batterygarden]

yuuta's precious little baby gets sick (yuuta x fem! reader, no body description)

When you finally wrestle your way through the sticky deadbolt, you all but collapse in your entryway, ultimately sitting yourself on the ground by your shoe rack. You were having such a tough time with your keys you almost fainted.

It’s then that you finally accept the fact you’ve been avoiding: you’ve caught the flu. 

You assume Yuuta’s off working or something—he doesn’t usually use the deadbolt when he’s home alone, so you jump in your place on the floor when he rounds the corner, calling a greeting. He frowns when he sees your position. 

“Hi, baby. Just… taking off my shoes.” You mumble with a slow tug of a lace. 

You don’t want to alarm him, Yuuta’s insanely busy with work as of late—your poor health would just be another stressor. He’ll probably be able to tell something’s up, but you intend to downplay your symptoms if you can help it. 

He certainly doesn’t need to know you almost passed out with the effort of turning a key just now. 

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles a little, standing above you. “Why from down there?” 

“‘T’s easier this way.” You hum, managing to free one foot, trying not to act winded by the action. 

Yuuta’s crouched in front of you then, a cold hand placed over your forehead. He frowns, helping you remove the other shoe and then gently tugging you up. 

“Sweet girl. You’re sick.” 

His tone is gently reprimanding. Like you’ve done something bad, though he isn’t angry. That something’s likely your failure to mention this sooner, going so far as to drive yourself all the way home from your work trip thirty minutes away. You hadn’t wanted to worry him. 

You can tell you were unsuccessful in that regard as you’re tugged softly but urgently to your room, half your weight held up by strong arms. You’re sure he’s itching to just carry you, but chose to avoid causing a fuss—a wise move. You dislike feeling weak on principle, plus you’re semi-delirious with fever. You’d have gotten mad. 

Once inside, Yuuta’s guiding you to sit on the bed, holding you up when your posture takes the consistency of a limp noodle. 

“Let’s get you out of your uniform, pretty.” His tone is soothing, though you aren’t thrilled by his intentions. 

With a groan and nod, you hold your arms up when he lifts them over your head how he wants, pulling off your shirt.

You’re immediately shivering, whining ‘T’s cold Yuu! as your hot skin’s exposed to air. 

“Sorry, sorry—” 

Yuuta turns a bit frantic when he finds the drawer he expected to find a sweatshirt in empty, deciding to just yank his own old emo band hoodie over his head and shove it over yours. You’re still shivering then, but he grits his teeth and yanks off your jeans, too.

You start crawling under the covers before he can even get you new pants, curling in a ball to conserve heat. Suddenly you feel like you’re made of ice. 

Yuuta looks pained, his brows stitched together. 

“Baby… you should’ve called me,” he tucks you in while he talks, throwing an additional quilt on top of your comforter. “I would have come to get you.” 

“I was doing fine! It’s not too bad.” 

You let out a cough, unable to hold it in. It’s raspy and Yuuta practically glares at the sound. 

“I’ll be right back, okay?” 

He disappears briefly then, reappearing with some water and medicine, as well as a cool, damp washcloth. 

He sits on the bed by your pillow, lifting you carefully so you barely have to try when you sit up to swallow the drugs, laying you back down just as gently. 

His touch is tender when he dots a kiss to your forehead before smoothing the towel over it, his hand lingering by your face to caress your cheek over and over. 

You grip his wrist while he does, holding his touch in place even after the stroking stops. There’s a silent bit while you let your eyes close, leaning your head against his palm. You really are starting to feel awful, but definitely cared for. 

“I should make you soup or something.” 

You honestly don’t have an appetite, though you likely should at this hour. 

“Rather you lay with me.” You murmur, peeking eyelids open with immense effort. 

Yuuta hums, his thumb resuming its stroking. 

Eventually, presumably after deciding whether soup was more important, you get a little okay, and his hand is pulled away so he can get under the covers next to you. 

Yuuta pulls you to his chest then, and you realize once again the gravity of your illness; you hadn’t even noticed that he’d been shirtless when he stripped off his hoodie. Normally you would have ogled at least a little. 

His skin feels cool to touch but you burrow yourself in his wide chest anyways, nuzzling your cheek over his heart while he readjusts your falling washcloth. You feel his lips on the top of your head. You feel his palms sliding soothingly over your back. You feel his all-consuming love nursing you better than any medicine could. 

#yuuta x reader #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta fluff #yuta x reader #yuuta fic #caught the flu with yuu #< was a strong contender for a title here #🐞 writes

[ddejavvu]

okayyy !!!!! spencer girlie till the day i die

spencer is absolutely... ABSOLUTELY.... very very touchy in relationships. he cannot keep his hands off of u !! not even in a sexual way (though ofc in a sexual way too) he just always has to be touching you. hugs, kisses, cuddles..... hand holding, thigh touching, massages. he just needs his hands on you at all times 🥹

- 🐞

send me your headcanons!

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SOBBING AND WEEPING AND CRYING 'CAUSE YEAHHH :( maybe it's cause he's touch starved, or maybe it's just because he loves you That Much, but something about it just magnetizes him to you. especially if you work together, he's more than eager to bump shoes with you under the round table or sit by your side on the jet :') kisses in the SUV before going into the field Just In Case

#🐞 anon #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid oneshot

[plutodexay]

i wanna cuddle with sapnap and give him a lot of kisses like all over his face mwah mwah mwah he deserves it sm

🐞

He does deserve it.

After a long stream he would come lay next to you exhausted head on your shoulder as you scrolled through tiktok. Soon you would place your phone down, grabbing his hand that was laying across your stomach and bringing it to your lips, pressing small kisses into his knuckles causing the dopey smile to appear on his face.

He would be slightly confused but happy none the less. Turning to see your face as you kept kissing his hand, but once he moved your attention would move onto his newly available face. Taking your hands and grabbing his head to keep it still before pressing soft kisses against his nose and lips, pulling a giggle out of him egging you on.

Hearing the giggles would make you turn the kisses from sweet to silly, instead of soft and light you would start kissing him hard and sloppy on his cheeks moving all around his face with a smile. His hands would lay on yours against his head while his grin only grew, pretending to try and wipe the spit off of him while half ass attempts of the word stop would come through the midst of laughter.

#🐞 anon #sapnap fluff #sapnap x reader #sapnap headcannons #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #sapnap mcyt

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Ladynoir #🐱 #❤️ #🐞 #Ladynoir #♥ #R:T #A:Kuromori4 #Fluff

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Slave to Desire

Tags: Feedism, Weight Gain, Vore, Slave/Master, Predator/Prey, Owning prey, Blob King Namjoon, Slave Jungkook, Predator/Wolf Joon, Prey/Bun Koo, Dumbification, Gaslighting, Collars/Leashes, Fattening up prey to eat, Gluttony, Magic Potions = size difference, Hard vore, Swallowing whole, Belly gurgles, Digesting, Fattening up from eating prey, Hedonistic self indulgent filth. <3

Jungkook has been the King's slave for so long that he is the dumbest little chubby bunny. Namjoon is a huge, spoiled blob that gets to eat anything he wants because he's a Predator and royalty.

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“Come here, honey~” The massive wolf lounging up on his throne patted his immense belly. “I still have room for you~”

Jungkook’s leash was pulled on and he whined softly, dumbly hopping forward.

“Yes, Master?” He jiggled as he bounced forwards, wanting to be good. The King, Namjoon, looked at him affectionately.

“Such a good little pet~ Come on, darling. Up.” Jungkook crawled up and sat on his master’s massive lap. Jungkook was by no means a small bunny, but he looked tiny when compared with the stacks of rolls and blubber that was the rich, gluttonous King. Jungkook was tugged by his collar and chained leash, and he fell right onto the big wolf’s gut, still bloated fat from his earlier feast.

“Your King is hungry,” Namjoon purred and settled his warm paws on Jungkook’s bare sides, squeezing him.

“But, Master just had a feast,” Jungkook patted his little bunny paws on Namjoon’s immense belly. The wolf was presented with three deer hybrids last night, and he devoured them all. The predator purred deeper at the belly rubs.

“Master has been preparing you, little one~”

Namjoon massaged Jungkook’s plump sides. He melted at how good it felt. He had been the fat king’s slave for… how long now? He couldn’t even remember. A few years? More? Everything was a blur. All he knew was that his master adored him. Jungkook was his good little pet. His favorite.

“You’re almost ready,” A large paw settled on Jungkook’s plumpened belly and gently pat. He whimpered in pleasure as his belly gave a fattened jiggle underneath the warm hand.

“Ready for what, Majesty?” Jungkook looked up with big eyes.

“My sweet little bunny~” The wolf tugged on his leash again and Jungkook whined happily.

Namjoon knew that his slave loved being manhandled by his collar, a constant reminder that he was under his ownership. His yummy little pet was so deliciously dumbed down. “You’re finally fattened up from eating so many feasts. I’ve been plumping you now for months, prepping you to be rich. A true delicacy of my court.”

Jungkook cocked his head, feeling stupid. “Bunny likes being fat, Master. It’s cozy.”

The King cooed and rubbed his paws deeply into Jungkook’s middle, softening him. “Isn’t it? And you’ve done so well too. Been such a good boy and fattened yourself so nicely.” Namjoon proudly patted Jungkook’s sides. The bunny whined again from the praise as he happily jiggled.

Jungkook was sure that the King loved him more than anything.

“Now, lay back on my belly, darling. Let me butter you up. You’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat.”

Jungkook’s tail wiggled and he took his normal place on Namjoon’s gut. The wolf’s large paws settled on his waist and continued rubbing, massaging him and making Jungkook feel melty.

A large table was rolled in and set in front of the King’s raised throne. Jungkook’s ears perked up. More food? The large silver platter in the middle sat empty, but in front of it was a big stack of sweets. Jungkook loved sweets. Donuts and cakes and delicious rich things.

Namjoon reached around Jungkook, plucked a long donut off of the tower, and pushed the end into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Eat up, Pudding. I want you nice and fat,” He patted Jungkook’s belly and the bunny whined around the delicious treat, his ears drooping.

He sunk into his King’s mass and happily took bite after bite that was fed to him, collared and in bliss. Namjoon’s large warm paw was resting on his tummy, rubbing doting circles and feeling how his soft belly slowly swelled.

Jungkook ate treat after treat until his stomach pushed out as thickly as he could manage. He was making little noises and trying to swallow what was fed to him, but could barely take another bite. He was rounded in the same way that happened every night ever since he was collared as the King’s pet. Fed until he couldn't hold any more, he was stuffed fat with sugar and cream. The wolf purred as Jungkook’s belly bulged heavily into his paws.

“My good boy, plump and ready~” He dug his fingers into the soft chub lining Jungkook’s middle, and felt how full he was underneath the sugary fluff. Jungkook was so tight underneath the supple padding that he burped.

“Nnnnh- your good boy. I like getting bigger for you, Master-” He dumbly exhaled, too full to move. Namjoon pet over him again and again soothingly, coaxing him into sleep.

“You’re going to be so sweet, little one. How fast do you think that your tummy will digest this, hmm?” He gave a soft pat to his swollen gut. “I want you as fat as possible for tonight.” Jungkook rumbled happily.

“What’s tonight, master?” He wiggled back into the rolls of heavy squish bulging around him.

“Oh, you’ll see, baby bun. I’ve had big plans for you. This evening you get to fulfill your purpose. Doesn’t that sound nice? Master has been looking forward to this for a long time.” The King rumbled and Jungkook mewled. He was about to reply, when something warm was slathered on his skin. Jungkook opened his eyes and looked down. The King was massaging something into his overly-full tummy.

“What’s that?” He asked stupidly, enjoying the belly massage.

“Just some butter to help your belly soften up and digest these yummy treats faster~” Namjoon purred and continued massaging Jungkook, coating him in the stuff until he was glistening.

“Mmmm, bun feels pretty-” He snuggled back in, and the wolf laughed.

“You are pretty, lovely. Now, sleep. It helps your belly digest faster. Helps turn these sweet calories into bunny pudge~” He massaged the stuffed swell and Jungkook drifted off.

“When you wake up, Master will get to enjoy you~”

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Jungkook woke up to the rich smells of the feast. The table was back and heaping with food, but now full of the King’s favorite delicacies.

Usually there were prey hybrids chained and ready to be gobbled up, but tonight there wasn’t anyone. Jungkook yawned and stretched. His skin felt soft and oiled. His tummy was bloated from devouring the sweets while he lazily napped, and he looked down to see the soft swell of new fat sitting inside of him. The King’s paw was gently squeezing it and rubbing slow circles.

“Bunnies fatten so quickly,” He rumbled in praise, and Jungkook nodded, sleepy and trying to wake up. He sat up and his tummy bulged in Namjoon’s paws securely wrapped around him, keeping him in place. Jungkook realized that there wasn’t the usual collar and leash on him, and he looked around.

“Majesty,” he wiggled his hips so his plump middle jiggled in Namjoon’s hands. It always made the wolf purr, and it did now too. “Where is your feast?” 

The King squeezed Jungkook’s waist.

“Oh don’t worry, baby. It’s right here.”

Jungkook looked at the table in front of him. Only the King’s favorite side dishes. This wasn’t enough to feed the King’s greedy belly. “No deer tonight?” He asked and looked around the court room to see if any chained hybrids were coming to be the King’s main course.

“No, honey. I’m after something more plump and delicious than deer tonight.” Namjoon’s paws kneaded Jungkook’s belly thoroughly.

He relaxed into the touches, basking in them, “mmm~ Why so much massaging today, Majesty?” He giggled in bliss, “I love it- but- usually I don't get this many pets.”

The King chuckled lowly and patted Jungkook’s fattened belly.

“I want you nice and tender, now don’t I?”

Jungkook nodded without thinking, and then froze. His dumbed mind finally caught up. “I- tender?”

The King’s paw kneaded in deeper, massaging him so firmly that he knew his belly must be flushed pink.

“Yes, little morsel. You’re freshly fattened. Now, I want you soft and tender so you’re the perfect meal.”

Jungkook squeaked, too slow to realize what it meant before the King’s massive paws were digging into his sides and lifting him up and towards him.

“B-but master!” Jungkook squealed, now realizing why he was buttered. Why he was so well-fed. Why he had gotten the luxury of being stuffed every day with rich, creamy sweets and delicious cakes. He was the wolf’s next meal. The King's feast.

Namjoon purred at him as Jungkook struggled in his strong paws. “You’re going to be delicious, my adorable, dumb bunny. I’ve been fattening you for a long time just for my feast tonight. Dumbed you down to make you sweet and willing. Fed you up to make you delicious and plump. So you can serve your King and fill my gut.”

Jungkook squeaked and trembled with fear, his mind scrambling against the dumb haze that he had been strategically lulled into. The wolf had kept him so long, just for this?

“But I can’t go inside of your belly! No one ever comes out-” He begged, “Majesty likes me!”

“I do,” The King grinned, “and it’s going to make eating you even more pleasurable. I’ve been so looking forward to this, little morsel.”

Jungkook squealed as he was lifted up towards the big wolf’s mouth and had a potion poured into him to shrink him down until he was bite-sized. If the King was using the potions, that meant he wanted to swallow him down whole.

“Don’t worry, Pudding. It won’t be painful. I’m not a monster. You’ve been my good boy, so I won’t chew you up like I do with the prisoners. I want you whole in my belly. So Master can enjoy you, and savor you, as my gut digests you nice and slow.”

Jungkook sobbed as he was lifted up to the wolf’s mouth and dangled over the gaping hole. He begged desperately, “P-please! I’ll do anything! I’ll eat more! I’ll get fatter!!”

The wolf laughed with glee, “you’re plenty fat enough, little bun,” and plopped Jungkook right into his mouth. He squealed as the wolf closed his lips around him, and began slowly suckling on him. The deep moans at his flavor reverberated around him as he was trapped in the wet darkness, completely at the hungry predator's mercy. Screaming did nothing but make his Master chuckle and roll him with his tongue.

“So sweet and delicious- just like I knew you would be.” Jungkook tried to grab onto anything, but the massive wolf was tilting his head back, and Jungkook was sliding down his throat.

He wailed as warm muscles contracted around him. The huge predator swallowed him, and he slid down his throat to plop into his gut.

Instantly, Jungkook began to grow back to his normal size, to fill up his Master’s belly. He was thankful at least that he was gobbled down whole instead of eaten like the wolf enjoyed devouring lean prey and prisoners.

The rich walls grew smaller around him- no, he just grew back to his normal size, plump and making Namjoon’s belly distend with how satisfying his meal was. The wolf rumbled around him, and Jungkook vibrated with it as he felt his Master’s big paw settle on his own gut and begin rubbing Jungkook through the fat.

“What a good, plump little prey-” He purred and patted his swollen gut, thereby patting Jungkook through the ample fat of his belly. He whimpered and tried to push back, to no avail.

The wolf guffawed as his belly bulged where Jungkook tried to push his hands and feet. “Now now, little one. There’s no use in that. You can’t get out. You’ve seen me devour prey every night. You know better.”

Jungkook was jostled as the wolf patted him back into place with both paws, keeping him snugly fitted in his gut.

Amidst the darkness, he tried to find the opening he had slid down, but the wolf’s stomach had closed around him, keeping him securely tucked inside. He whimpered and panicked, trying to push against the warmth that he knew would begin lovingly churning around him soon.

Jungkook had rubbed the King’s belly every night after the feast for years, and he knew that there was no way out. Prey that weren’t chewed up could beg and fight as much as they wanted, just to be kneaded into submission and gobbled up. Jungkook had laid on Namjoon’s warm gut every night as the King slept and digested. Jungkook had listened to his belly growl in pleasure, gurgle deeply, and slowly distend throughout the night, softening until Jungkook woke up snuggled into thick, plush fat. He had always rubbed the King’s hungry belly dotingly, massaging oil into it and cooing that his Master had feasted well. Only, he was the meal now, and in the morning, the King’s belly would be pushed out warm and thick with new fat from digesting him.

He whined in fear and desperately squirmed. It was a snug fit, the walls tight around him, and he realized that his King's hefty gut was actually more thick blubber than room for food.

“There, there~” Namjoon cooed down at his swollen gut, soothing the prey inside that was coated in fear like being rolled in sugar. He licked over his lips for more of the flavor. “I’ll take good care of you, bun. You don’t need to worry. Just relax. You’re safe and sound in my belly. I promise.”

Jungkook whimpered again, feebly pushing even though he knew it was no use. There was a loud gurgle around him as the predator’s gut rumbled in pleasure about the size of its meal.

Namjoon cooed again and talked to his belly this time, instead of Jungkook inside of it. The prey was still rubbed over, but he could tell that the wolf was patting his own gut out of hedonistic pleasure now, instead of pushing him into submission. “Isn’t he yummy, hungry baby? I’ve been fattening this one up for you for a long time. Gobble him up and enjoy.”

Jungkook whined again as the wolf’s belly rumbled again like it was talking back to its Master, like it was thanking him for the fattened prey. “Such a good boy.” Namjoon purred, and Jungkook didn’t know if he was praising his own rumbly gut, or him inside of it.

“Eat up~”

Jungkook whined as the predator’s hungry stomach began curiously kneading him, assessing how fat he was and giving pleasured gurgles of approval. His middle was squeezed, then his thick legs and arms. Jungkook whined as the warm walls around him greedily focused in on the fattest part of him, massaging Jungkook’s belly and waist with loving squeezes, making him involuntarily relax as he was tenderized. The wolf’s stomach growled happily around him.

“I know, he’s such a plump, delicious thing, isn’t he?” Namjoon cooed and firmly rubbed his own belly, apparently encouraging his stomach to eat up Jungkook.

The prey whined in protest, but couldn't help that the massage felt good. After his belly was softened up, his pudgy arms and legs were next, and the warm muscles around him worked all of the tension out of him, still keeping up the greedy gurgles.

Jungkook was slowly kneaded and prepped to be devoured. He relaxed without wanting to, until the wolf was purring and patting his fattened gut in pride. Namjoon belched loudly.

“That’s it, little morsel. Just relax and settle in. My belly will gobble you up in no time.” He let out a last, pitiful little whine as Namjoon’s tummy began really working him, dissolving the fear and making him feel cozy and loved and cherished.

Jungkook sunk into the fat around him, comfortable and warm, and weakly let his Master’s tummy gurgle happily around him and tenderize him until he was ready. He could feel the King’s heavy paw resting on him, cupping him as his belly cradled him. He gently rubbed Jungkook in deep circles, making Jungkook melt as he was dotingly petted through the thick fat.

“My favorite slave~ You’ll be safe and warm in my belly forever.” A deep cozyness spread over him, making him feel heavy and lethargic. Jungkook relaxed into it, hearing another loud, pleased growl around him before he drifted off into sleepy relaxation, as the predator’s belly began the process of digesting its meal.

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Namjoon smiled down at his bulging belly as his stomach gurgled again, and he continued rubbing the big swell. His prey was so delicious. Fattening him had been worth it. His belly was so happy. He could feel it.

Namjoon's greedy wolf was working so hard to gobble up its meal, and he patted his gut proudly as he could feel the prey safely tucked inside, cozy and warm in his belly.

“See, little one? I promised it wouldn’t hurt~” Namjoon purred and felt his stomach devour the morsel, savoring and massaging the plump prey greedily like it had never had a meal before. The wolf purred and lounged back, content to rest both paws on his distended belly and enjoy as his tummy worked hard to eat up the meal inside.

“Such a good, plump slave~” He belched and patted his gut proudly, “such a good meal for a King. So delicious and fattening.”

He licked his lips for more of the bunny’s rich flavor that lingered, belched deeply, and slowly rubbed his gurgling gut to help it digest the morsel that he had planned on devouring since the first day when Jungkook had been brought to him in chains, sold to him runty and malnourished. No one had seen his potential like Namjoon had. It was so much more satisfying eating prey that was thoroughly fattened and dumb. Ready to be good and be his dinner. He licked his lips again, purring deeply, thinking that no prey would ever be as delicious of a meal as the one currently being digested in his belly. He felt the deeply satisfied gurgles bubble against his palms, and smiled in satisfaction as his belly gobbled up its sweetened, plump feast.

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The wolf woke up satisfied and syrupy. Underneath his paws, his gut was heavily pushed out with a new swell of thick, plush fat. Namjoon lazily licked his chops and dug his paws into his gut. There was a supple layer of blubber filling his belly, but no hard stuffing in his middle, which meant that his bun was fully digested and now settled as sweet, warm squish.

“Such a greedy pet~” He praised down at his gut, hungrily squeezing all of the new supple fat under his paws. “Was he yummy? Did you enjoy your plump treat?”

His belly gurgled richly and Namjoon laughed, patting himself and enjoying the thick jiggle of new weight inside of his gut. His middle was swollen and bloated with how rounded it was, looking stuffed with how enormously it pushed out, but was really just the evidence of such a good meal. His plump little Koo had fattened his belly deeply.

The King snapped his fingers to order another servant to be brought forth, to oil his belly and massage it. He needed another slave now that his bunny was tucked away, filling Namjoon’s gut just like he was meant to.

“Safe and sound in my belly forever.”

He patted his fattened middle, smiling affectionately, “just like I promised.”

#🐞 #bts feederism #comfort vore #angst and fluff #gluttony

[maycat-19-142]

Nathaniel kurtzberg relationship headcannons

⚠️: none

Oh this man is the definition of awkward

Before he confessed he would draw you

You had to get akumatised for him to confess and still it was a lot of hyping him self up

He is a gentleman

Will always ask before doing anything

Kiss hand hold

He will asked before it all

I will say this only one time

HE IS TOUCH STARVED

He will cuddles you

He is 99.999901% of the little spoon

But that 0.000001% he is bog spoon he will hold you very tight to his chest

If you are the type to get sick often he will care for you and fairly well

Meeting you family was a big step for you

He met your family at there place

He knocked on the door when it opened he saw a warm and homey apartment

You family loved him so much

He help you mom cook

He talked with you father when you and you mom when to get dessert

When you meet his family

His mom loved you and his father was proud of his son getting a sweet s/o

♤♤♤°♤♤♤°♤♤♤°♤♤♤°♤♤♤°♤♤♤°

Short I know. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #gn🌌 #x reader #fem reader #male reader #nathaniel kurtzberg #Nathaniel kurtzberg x reader #ladybug and cat noir #🐈 #🐞 #ladybug🐞

[ladysunamireads]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette #♥ #Adrienette #DJWifi· #MLB #⚤ #🐞🐱 #R:T #Fluff #A:Elixiroasis

[protaetia]

🐞

#had a good day today! #It was really nice out so I went for a long walk #and just smelled every peony i came across #saw so many good clouds #and the cottonwood trees were releasing their seeds #so there was shimmering glowing fluff everywhere is was very beautiful #I got ice cream #and then groceries #I cleaned up my balcony and transplanted my tomatoes #the whole place looks so much clearer and cleaner #plenty of space for my telescope for summer and autumn star gazing #I cleaned my whole apartment and washed my sheets so i get to sleep in a fresh bed after my shower #and finally i am sitting down with a big bowl of vegan spaghetti #I even got some writing in this morning 😎 #feeling very rich rn #🐞

[chloeangelic]

seeking what is desirable masterlist

Joel Miller x f!reader Explicit, 18+ No use of y/n Read on AO3

Series summary: Albert Camus said that "A man is always a prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them,” and it made me wonder how we justify romantic affairs — if we are free when we enter them in secrecy, or only truly free when we have burned the bridges we ran over to reach the arms of the other.

Warnings: Infidelity, smut, drama, no outbreak AU, age gap, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, neglectful, toxic and messy relationships, dd/lg dynamics, daddy kink, size kink, family issues, loneliness, domesticity, marriage and divorce, fluff, emotional volatility, jealousy, fighting, soulmates AU, possessiveness, dick from a man you wish was your father, HEA, breeding kink, pregnancy, toxic fighting and conflict, resentment, marriage and babies™️

All chapters can be found HERE

Thanks to @5oh5 for chapter summaries and @papipascalispunk for being my second pair of eyes🤍

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[mochamvgz]

what they would save ur contact as

; i don't think this needs a synopsis? it's all in the title

; ot7 enhypen x reader

; genre: hcs, non idol au, established relationship, fluff

; warnings: slight profanity, miraculous, some members being total simps, being called short by niki

; 0.5k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki

heeseung || ramyeon partner🍜💛

the two of you LOVE ramyeon so it's only fitting. your first date, all the way back when you guys were in uni, was having ramyeon at a local convenience store for crying out loud!

and OF COURSE you immediately fished out your phone from your pocket to change his contact to the same

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jay || my pretty girl💐 (in a completely not possesive and absolutely unpatriarchal way!)

if you saw xander hawthorne you're a real one pls marry me

we already know this guy is THE ultimate green flag so this came as a surprise to no one

you and jay are also massive feminists and no sticklers for insecure masculinity hence the parenthesis

when you find out what you're saved as on his phone you can't help but fall in love with your boyfriend all over again

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jake || bugaboo🐞❤️🖤

if you think miraculous is a kids show GET OUTTA HERE

"there's no way you saved me as that"

"why? is there a problem bugaboo?"

without a word you unlock your phone, open ur contacts, scroll down to find his and hold it up in front of him

jake raises his brow at you and directs his attention to your screen, his mouth immediately forming an 'o'

" ‘chat noir’ ? oh my god you're kidding!"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunghoon || (name)

the guy first saved your number when you were paired up for a project which was 2 whole years ago mind you and for some reason it just never? occurred? to him? to change it??

of course you're mad when you find out

"seriously hoon?"

"i'm sor-"

"give me your phone"

he complies. you unlock and open his contacts going to ‘favourites’, clicking on your contact which is at the top of the list duh

you change your contact name from ‘(name)’ to ‘the love of my life💘’ and hand his phone back. he raises his brows when he sees what you did but doesn't say anything because it's true

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunoo || QWEEN🙌👑

"YES!!! GO QUEEN!!!"

you guys were hanging out at his place one day, all snuggled up watching a movie and the female lead just did something super badass making you jump up

sunoo doesn't waste a moment grabbing the opportunity

"but you're my queen"

you're surprised at the abruptness of the compliment but try to appear more ‘seriously dude?’ rather than a blushing mess

"what? it's true i even have your contact saved as that"

he brandishes his phone to show you

there's no stopping the blush now

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jungwon || yang jungwon's girlfriend 😤💖💓

when you ask him why he's referring to himself in third person he'd say

"in case my phone ever gets stolen or something, the thief would still know you're mine"

you can't take it anymore and burst out laughing

"what?" he'd ask with his brows furrowed

"you're ridiculous"

"but you still love me" he's right about that

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niki || shortie🙄

to be fair your height is above average but your boyfriend is a fucking giant and even then you're only like 2 cm shorter

he still can't leave it alone tho and teases you about it to no end

"are you for real?"

"what? it's true ya know"

"for fuck's sake it's only 2 cm"

and just like that the two of you are at it again

; a/n: surprise surprise! my first hc yayyy! i hope this turned out okay bc i had no idea what i was doing lmao💀 ily if you got the reference in the jake one no i don't just mean miraculous

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[batterygarden]

In the least creepy way possible, Yuuta’s been keeping tabs on you tonight. He’s a bit of a wall flower in places like this—loud shows with flashing lights, a dancing crowd roaring around him like an ocean’s waves—so he’s fascinated by people who manage not to be. He wonders how your type seems to have a gravitational pull when he can barely hear what the person next to him is saying.

He watches as you smile and dance and laugh and cup people’s ears to tell them something. He likes to think he gets to know you a bit from what he observes—he thinks you must be a good friend, when he sees your arm wrap around some drunk girl to hold her up. He thinks you must not be shy the way you shove bodies away when you get close to the chaotic mosh pit in the middle of the floor. And most of all, he thinks that you are not interested in finding a man to keep you company this evening.

Not one of your friendly smiles has been directed at a man, Yuuta can’t help but have noticed. Especially not to the few who’ve had the gall to approach you, the expression you gave them was always downright cold. Not that Yuuta faults you by any means, watching as you deliver a particularly cruel glare to the bearded guy who just bought you a drink—these men aren’t owed your warmth. And, if he’s honest with himself, your harsh rejections have him relieved—whether you’ve got a partner back home or simply aren’t looking (Yuuta doesn’t dwell on the idea that you might not be attracted to men at all), Yuuta doesn’t mind so long as he doesn’t have to watch some mediocre guy earn your approval—or worse yet, your interest. The idea leaves a bad taste in his mouth, stranger as he is.

It must be a lucky night, because not long after you ditch the beard man, you start making your way closer to the stage—to Yuuta. He tries to be subtle as he observes you swaying in time with the current of bodies, closer and closer until you stop right next to his shoulder.

He glances down when you do and gives a polite smile—something in his heart setting on fire when you return it, peeking up at him through your lashes. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think your expression looked an awful lot like fuck-me eyes.

Before anything more can happen though, Yuuta once again watches as some guy from the crowd shoves his way closer to you–-pressing a hand to your back. Yuuta’s mouth falls open at the timing, barely making out the yelled proposal this man gives you, but having no trouble reading his lips. DANCE WITH ME?

He can hear your reply though.

“NOOO! I’M GOOD!” you take a baby step away, bumping into Yuuta.

Yuuta’s eyes flick to the man’s ugly little hand where it rests on your back, noting how it’s still there for some reason. Then the man makes a frown—it’s a much worse expression to see on his face than observing it on yours across the room earlier.

Before the guy says another word, Yuuta gives him a yank away using Rika, and thanks to the relentless crowd, he’s swallowed up easily.

You meet Yuuta’s eyes after that and your gaze lingers, expression warming—soon you’re leaning in close on tiptoes to shout something in his ear.

“DO YOU WANNA DANCE?”

…

Later in the night, after learning his name and thoroughly whipping Yuuta around on the dance floor, you drag him away from the stage towards the venue’s bar.

You like how his big palm engulfs yours when you hold it to lead him, glancing back often just to get another peek at his expression—he never disappoints, his wide dark eyes sucking you in like black holes. He’s intense—objectively scary and intimidating, but you like the way he covers it up in blushing cheeks and sweet smiles. He’s intriguing in a way you want to snatch up for yourself—territorial against every soul who’s gaze lingers on Yuuta’s tall frame, despite that he seems to be unaware of them.

The first time you noticed Yuuta tonight was when you watched some drunk woman in the process of an elaborate trip, losing her balance slowly but surely before falling completely over. You witnessed it from a bit away, wincing at what you were sure would be a messy collapse, but the girl never hit the ground. A handsome ink-haired stranger was spotted lifting her by the elbow, his other hand saving her drink from a spill.

You caught the way her expression faltered when she took in the man who helped her, eyes widening, cheeks reddening. She smiled so huge for him, looking back over her shoulder again and again as her friend dragged her away.

You’ve been eyeing Yuuta all night since then, intent on getting him to yourself. And now that you finally have, you don’t wanna let him slip through your fingers.

You already asked Yuuta his go-to drink, so you’re confident when you ask the bartender for two gin and tonics, fumbling with your phone case to retrieve your card. Yuuta’s quicker though, offering the man behind the counter his own instead, opening a tab. When you frown at him he gives you a sweet smile that says you’re stupid for thinking he’d let you spend your money.

“Thanks for paying, stranger.”

“Ouch! Still a stranger after all those twirls you had me do?”

You lean closer as you giggle, and Yuuta seems to relish in it, his gaze smoldering when he mirrors your smile.

“No, I’m just teasing. I know you like the back of my hand, Yuuta.”

You sip your freshly delivered drink, leaning even closer till your head rubs against his shoulder.

The laugh he gives you is boyish and light—the kind that catches in the back of his throat so you know it’s genuine. You want to gobble this man up, to swallow him whole, he’s so cute. So you let him know.

“Yuuta, I want to eat you alive. Like, everything in me is telling me to bite you.”

You catch the pretty flush that creeps up his neck then, the way his eyes darken when he looks down at you.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

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[h00nerz]

spots on!

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader (+ second lead mark lee)

genre: comedy, fluff, superhero!au, non idol!au, college!au, some angst, ladybug!reader, chat noir!yeonjun

summary: by day, you’re a regular college student who’s just trying to get her assignments done on time and get your oblivious crush to wake up and finally notice you. but by night, you’re a superhero protecting the city from evil alongside your extremely annoying partner who is obviously infatuated with you. you were great at fighting crime, and always two steps ahead of your enemies. which is why you can’t believe you didn’t see your crush being the man underneath your partner’s mask coming.

characters: txt, stayc’s sieun, skz’s jeongin, nct’s mark, enhypen’s heeseung, choi yena, jo yuri and lots more.

status: complete

warnings: profanity, kys jokes,

* some links are broken, use 🐞.spotson tag to read!

profiles

01 — doughnut enthusiasts

02 — chat noir support group

03 — extra

table of contents

preview

01 — Baby Bread

02 — abuse deez nutz

03 — jypu education

04 — no it’s jungkook

05 — ladyflop

06 — friends already

07 — i’m gonna throw up on yeonjun

08 — hi yeonjun! (written 2.8k)

09 — *beomgyu left the gc*

10 — a chance

11 — /j… /hj

12 — all part of the process

13 — potato tomato

14 — i’m iceland

15 — stress

16 — kitkats

17 — exclusive relationship

18 — strawberries and honey (written 1.9k +smau)

19 — hey cutie

20 — it’s not CRAZY

21 — pretend babies

22 — heeseung empath era

23 — flowers (written 2.6k)

24 — captain of y/n defense

25 — losing the idgaf war

26 — you’re a clingy cat!

27 — that soobin guy is cute

28 — you’re dating chat noir!

29 — wooden shoe

30 — i know

31 — Kang Taehyun mr smart guy

32 — Choi Yena.

33 — exclusive dongshik drop off

34 — maybe okay will be our always

35 — i’m not lying (written 1.6k)

36 — girls only

37 — well yes!

38 — i should have known (written 4.5k + smau)

39 — respect the vote.

40 — can we talk?

41 — finally

42 — a little bit (written 1.9k + smau)

43 — just lost a follower!

44 — fever dream

45 — soft launching

epilogue

tag list (closed)

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authors note: yeah we doing a miraculous ladybug au 😍 idk how silly it is it’s gonna be fun and that’s all that matters!

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[plutodexay]

okay so yk how i love punz with my whole heart???

imagine like meeting him for the first time whilst being faceless!! like hed be in awe of how pretty you are and shit and would just sit with you if you are with a group or if youre alone hed just stare at you and poke you to make sure youre real ITS SO CUTE

🐞

It would be so adorable

I can see you him just picking you up at the airport with one of these signs with your name on it, only for him to just stand shocked when you're right in front of him. Like no expression on his face expect pure shock. Without a single word he'd poke your cheek making you laugh slightly which would pull him out of it and instantly drag you into a hug, sign thrown down and forgotten. He probably wouldn't let you go for the longest time and you'd have to push him off of you to be able to go and get your luggage before they closed the belt.

#🐞 anon #punz fluff #punzo fluff #fluff #fluff headcanons #punz fluff headcanons

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette #🐞 #❤️ #🐱 #Adrienette #Ladynoir #♥ #R:T #A:Sagansjagger #Reveal Fic #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

[nescaveckwriter]

Lighthouse

A/N: 🐞... Okayz my dearest love bugs, 💕 another one done for @jacklesversebingo 🥰 yayaness, I know its been a while though, But I hope y'all are gonna enjoy this one, I must say I'm super proud and, a little terrified as this is 'Supernatural' based 🫣🤭, so let me know what y'all think.🥰 Okayz much love🥰❤️🩷

Warnings: *18+ Only* Horror, Thriller, Mentions of blood, violence, angsty, little fluff, heartbreaking, drama.

Line: Tree, Clock, Rope

Characters: Dean x Fem Reader, Sam, Benny, Cas, Crowley

Words: 6700 😱🫣 I know I'm sorry.

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories🐞💕

The sky has turned into grey, dark clouds threatening too cover the earth with its darkness, the smell of rain is everywhere as it nourishes the earth, as you stand under the pouring rain, listening too him say, goodbye, letting the rain mix with the tears on your cheeks. Not being able too move a muscle, you just stood there unable to make a single sound, unable to ask him why, why after this long, did he want to break up with you, did he want to throw away the life you built. Weren't you enough for him no more,? Is there someone else? Why Now?

The way he said goodbye wasn't with a voice filled with anger, no, his emerald green eyes was sad, his voice almost breaking when he said "I need too let you go sweetheart" and his lips found yours instinctively, it was a soft, kiss, mixed with the taste of him, salt and rain. You didn't want him too leave, you wanted to grab ahold of him, and beg him too stay, but before you could, he got in that Chevy Impala, the engine roared and the tires screeched, as he drove off into the darkness, not a single star in the sky, its almost as if the magic of the moonlight left with him.

Its been a little over three months since he left you standing in the rain, like some dumb country song, but you somehow found a way too move through your everyday life, you were a hunter before you met Dean, and you still are, well in all honesty saving people is the only thing that got you through the days.

It isn't really a job you tell everyone about, oh heck no!, its more a work you keep too yourself, letting your family believe, your just a traveling failure, well you always did kind of feel like you lost your way over the years, but these days your numb. Your best friend Sam doesn't even talk too you anymore, you don't really have a lot of folks who you could call, and say "hey, ya know I'm not really doing well, I need a pick me up or a damn hug" no you always kept too yourself, not trusting anyone, but the day you met Dean and Sam on a hunt it changed.! Sam quickly became your best friend and well Dean soon became the only man you'll ever love, even though he had his issues. And then there was Castiel the angel, he has always felt like a beacon of hope, making you laugh with his "I don't understand that reference" sayings. But the day Dean walked out they all left, leaving you completely alone in this damn scary world. It's not the monsters that scares you, no that you get, but it's the people. Every single person you have met in your life has a hidden agenda, why can't they just be good people.

Sitting at the diner in the small town, were you were investigating strange disappearances, ordering a black coffee, the display with the different pies catching your eye. Your mind wanders off to Dean's birthday... You prepared all his favorite foods, burgers, bacon, fries, the greaser the better, and then you started with the making of his favorite pies. But somewhere along the way you forgot about the pie's in the oven, letting them burn to a crisp, after you rushed in, trying to save what's left of the charred goods, seeing it was disaster, you wouldn't be able to save it, you burst into tears, cussing yourself for messing up what's supposed to be the perfect day, you felt his strong arms pulling you towards his chest, staining his shirt with the wetness of your cheeks. He's breathe hot as he kissed you, in a loving, comforting way, reassuring you everything will be okay, it's just pie's not the end off the world.

He always did know how too comfort you, how too chase the darkness away, he was your lighthouse, so to say, showing you the way, back too the light. And now, now there's no more light too go home. No more home, just nothing.

Taking a sip of the now cold bitter coffee, that kind of taste like, old shoes, not that you'll know how that would taste like, but betting its something like this. Placing the cup down, sliding the dollar's underneath the half full cup on the diner table, you get up, throwing your ball cap on, hair hanging loose on your shoulders, taking your leather jacket and phone, you start too head out of the small town diner.  Walking towards your Harley Davidson, you've always liked the way, that bunch of metal, felt roaring as you sat on that leather seat, the wind rushing through your hair, the way those gas fumes, flowed through your veins, not even to talk about the adrenaline that went with it, oh damn, you felt about your Harley like Dean felt about his impala. Seeing a giant creep checking out your bike, leaning on it, irritation in your voice "excuse, what are you doing?"

His voice rough and unpleasant "why do you care, little missy"

Walking closer, your eyes darker than usual "that's my bike"

The bald man, with his long beard, hiding his tatted neck, started to laugh "No way such a small little thing can handle that sort of horse power"

"I'm only going to ask you nicely one more time, get off my damn bike!"

Crossing his arms in front of him, "Or what? You gonna call the little cops"

"No! I'm going to make you get off my bike"

"I'd like to see you try missy"

She really wasn't in the mood for this. So she tried to shove him off, but he was on the larger side and didn't really move a single damn inch. It just made him irritated "hey come here missy" he said as he grabbed a hold of your arm, you smiled, that made him look at you all confused, but he soon realized, he should not have messed with you, as you took his fingers, and started bending them backwards, bringing the big guy down to your size. With your free hand, you punched the sucker in the face. Got up on your bike, and drove down the road too the nearest bar you could find, for information and while you where there you might as well get something to drink.

The Black Chevy Impala roared as it parked in front of the diner, Dean and Sam got out, a big guy, with a black eye, just got off the ground as they started making their way towards the door, Dean looked at the guy a smirk on his face "What happened to you buddy?"

The man mumbled "crazy biker chick"

Dean just laughed, as he figured this chick was probably part of his gang, as the beaten up guy had a biker jacket with their logo on. He still smiled but he felt stabbing pains in his heart. His sweetheart was a 'biker chick' a swell, she could handle that roaring horsepower better than most men, and man!, was she tough, so fierce and fiery, so passionate and yet so gentle, vulnerable at times, so fragile, she cared more than most, people, and beautiful, so freaking beautiful, her smile could light up a room, he fell hard for her the first time he saw her, and it just grew from there he loved her , he still loved her, but he just had too walk away, for her own safety, everyone close too him get hurt or dies. And especially with everything going on, he couldn't risk it, if someone found out, that she wasn't just another hunter, no she was the love of his life, he'd never forgive himself if something would happen too her. Sam calling his name for the fourth time pulled him out of his deep thoughts, "Hey man, you with me?"

"Yeah, yeah, just thinking I need a drink not coffee"

Sam gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing his brother probably thought of her again, he just nods and says "okay sure let's go"

The only information she got was that, some of the missing folks were last seen close too a pig farm , on the outskirts of this town.

And now, now she just sat here swallowing the vodka, it was easier than too think that Dean aren't coming back, hating how she felt , how alone and miserable, how heartbroken, she really thought that she was stronger than this, but no, she's weak and pathetic, sobbing about a man, a damn man who left her in the pouring rain. What the hell was wrong with her, she never was the kind, to be good little wife material, who would cook for her husband and bake brownies for her children's school, but the sad truth was she wanted too be all that with Dean, she would've gave up hunting, too be his wife and the mother of his children. But clearly he didn't feel the same. Thumbing away a stray tear, she gestures to the bartender , for another. The music was loud and the alcohol made her slightly lightheaded, she knew she needed some air, sliding off the barstool, walking towards the exit, fumbling in her pockets for a packet of cigarettes, she only smokes when she drinks. Some guy, lit her cigarette, she just nods, thanking him with a smile as she stood in the crisp evening air, the air mixed with nicotine hit her lungs, letting a little cough escapes her lips. As she blows out the smoke, she heard that damn Chevy pull in, she couldn't miss it , Dean had a certain way if driving and it was him for sure. She just stood there, frozen in the darkness. "What the hell is he doing here" whispering underneath her breath. Hoping that he doesn't see her, knowing that she will burst out in tears the moment she tried to speak too him.

He wales past a couple of bikes, that's when he saw it, her bike, hard too miss it, on the rear bumper the lyrics of her favorite Bon Jovi song. He elbows his brother "Sam, she's here"

Sam looked at him shocked, "What? Are you sure"

Running his hand over his face "Of course I'm damn sure" clearing his throat "I can't see her, man, I just can't, I've missed her so much, it was hard enough too walk away from her that night, I won't be able to do it again"

Sam places his hand on his big brother shoulder "Don't you think, this whole protection thing your trying is dumb"

Dean's jaw clenched, "No, Everybody around me dies, and there's nothing I can do about it, I have to let her go"

Sam just shook his head, his known his brother felt like this for a while now, but it's gotten worse, his unsure why, but he will try and get through too him, Dean's only been happy, whenever he was with her. "Okay let's go"

Dean and Sam made their way towards the car, they're about to get in when they heard a spine chilling scream , Dean recognized her voice. He searches in the darkness, when he catches a glimpse of four men, throwing her in a black van. He didn't even realized it but he started running towards the van, as the last of them jumped in, he saw a glimpse of her, the last thing he heard, was her screaming his name and a gun shot, which brought him to a stop as he fell to the ground, chanting her name over and over, until his eyes fell closed.

Sam fired his gun towards the van, but couldn't get decent shots from that angle. He fell to his knees next to his brother, glancing at the bullet wound in his chest, the blood gushing out, he applied pressure on the wound, he could feel the life draining from his brother as he begged Castiel to come. Sam's eyes damp with tears, his heart pounding in his throat, a silent scream escaping his lip "Cas, please man, I need you Dean need's you"

You could hear the flutter of wings, when the celestial being landed, his face struck with concern "What happened?"

Sam glanced at the man in the trench coat, holding his brother in arms, "please, just help him Cas"

The angel approached his best friend, there was nothing quite as bad, as seeing him, in pain, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder and Sam's, the three men found themselves in a motel, Dean was still unconscious but breathing, Sam glanced at the angel, mouthing a "thank you"

Traces of the tears still evident on her cheeks as she recalled Dean getting shot, he was there, running towards her, he stilled cared. The four men watched her like a hawk, she cradled her legs in the corner, as if she's a animal trying too hide herself from the prey.

The van came to a stop, she knew something had to be done, so she took the knife she hid in her boots, covered it in her hand, she knew taking all four men was asking to much, so she'll have to isolate them. Take them one by one. The men double, maybe triple her size, but she aren't going down this way, without a fight.

As the two men , opened the door, she saw what looked like a barn, there where cages, with other people inside, seeing she's not the only one that needed saving, she slid the knife back in her boot. She needed more information than this, so she went with it. The man held her by her hair, threw her into a cage which had two other girls probably about round about 16 and 18, and much older man, in his late 60's maybe. Hitting the the floor, scraping her palms.

The older man helped her up, "you okay?"

"Yeah thanks never been better" the sarcasm rolled over her pressed lips.

A big guy, came standing against the cage, with a stupid smug on his round face. "When Ricky there told me about this little woman, who punched him, just for leaning against her bike, I knew I had too throw you in the ring"

She got to a standing position, striding closer, too this gigantic man, "What are you? A human trafficker , organ? What"

He laughed "None of the above, just a business man," he started walking away.

"What is he talking about?" Her eyes intensified "Does anyone know why we are here?"

She heard a man's voice coming from another cage, he was beaten pretty bad, "We are here too fight against each other, like the movie Condemned, apparently it happens in really life" he let out a defeated laugh. The whole barn filled with chatter, people gasping for air, as the initial shock took over. Those who haven't seen the movie, quickly got enlighten by those who have, the rich of the rich, places bets on the person, who they think will survive and it gets streamed on the dark web for everyone to watch.

There's a clock with a timer and the one who have killed all the other 'players' in that amount of time, gets to live another round. Some just cried, the others just quietly, sat in the corners of their cages, holding on too their knees, as if that's going to help, everywhere in that barn there's cages filled with silence and then those with chatter.

Then in the cage she's in, the two young teenage girls just hold on too each other, clinging for dear Life. The grey old guy, just kept mumbling too himself, "I can't kill these people" over and over.

Probably not the most polite thing in this situation but damn, it worked on her nerves, she's trying think of a solution, a plan something to save these people. But she was all out of ideas, to be honest, except maybe one, her back was against the cage, she silently started to talk to Cas, asking him to come and find her, but nothing, he didn't hear or he didn't want too, either way it was up too her.

Glancing down at the ground, then her leather boots she remembered the knife, she could use that too unlock the cage door, then start freeing the others, she took the last bit of hope in her hand, starting to put the blade in, turning and wiggling it, until she heard the click sound, she was overjoyed, she slowly opened the screeching steel door, every noise sounded as loud as thunder.

She could see the different keys, close to the barn entrance, almost walking on the balls of her feet, so that she didn't make a single sound, reaching for the keys, her fingertips barely touching it, she jumped into the air, grabbing ahold if it, she started making her way towards the first cage. Searching for the key that fits, the barn doors flung open, she recognized the guy, Ricky from earlier, and some other dude, who made her skin crawl , "Hey how'd you get out?" Ricky shouted.

"What you can see me?" She joked, something she always did, when she was very nervous.

The other guy ran to her, but she kicked him before he even could touch her, she still had the knife in hand, this big fella didn't say, much, he charged towards her, when that silver blade touched his arm, it made him squirm, "Oh that's just freaking lovely, what are you, a vamp? A wolfie?" She sneered

The moment he showed his, teeth she knew it was a werewolf, the other folks in the cages screamed, as they never saw such a creature.

"So this games rigged? Normal human being and creatures from the night, joining the game"

Surprised the wolf looked at her , a growl "your a hunter?"

Mischievous smile on her lips "why would you say that?" The wolf growled once again, as he charged towards your position, clawing your back, as he flung you against a cage, everything is swimming before her eyes, all you could make out was that she was flung against the beaten up man, he had the bluest eyes, which kind of reminded her about Castiel's eyes.

The wolf like creature came closer, looking for your blood, that's when the man stood up, black coat drenched in blood, unsure if it was his own, or some of the creature's his killed, the last time, his blue orbs, illuminated, bloodshot veins stretched like a roadmap in his eyes , his fangs came out revealing that his a vampire.

Laying there, you where left at the mercy of these two, but you were surprised when the vamp, took ahold of the wolf, smashing his head against the bars, he had this deep old time southern voice "leave her alone"

The man, glared at her and the vamp, picking her up, letting her sway like a sack of potatoes in the air. Ricky quickly came to open the cage, throwing her in by the vampire, "You can have her".

Knowing the open wounds made the situation worse, as it was like a magnet for the vamp, she tried too get up, too defend herself but, in that moment she was too weak.

The vamp, came closer towards her, his features returned to those of a man, his voice kind "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Benny"

Shocked "Benny, like in Benny Lafitte? Dean's friend?"

He smiled, "I thought I recognized you, saw you once on his lock screen, asked him about this new women in his life, he told me you are the love of his life"

Smirking, "Yeah that's awhile ago I guess"

Confusion written all over his face, but before he could ask, the barn filled with gas, hearing Benny say "its to knock us out so they can take us to the next location" before you could find out more, the knock out gas started taking its toll.

His eyes flutter open, Sam and Cas both sharing the same concerned facial expressions, his voice croaky "what did something happen? Is.." struggling to form the words "is she gone?"

Sam spoke quickly, trying to reassure his big brother "No! We don't know, Cas can't pick up her location"

 Cas spoke "Wherever she's at, must be warded off with sigils"

Dean groaned when he sat up, "we have to save her, I can't loose her"

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the familiar phrase from Crowley "Hello Boys"

Dean immediately got up, pointing a finger at him, "Do you have something to do with her disappearance, tell me now!"

 Crowley gave him a sympathetic look, that lasted about an second "Squirrel I had nothing to do with her, but I know where you can find her"

Dean could not control the anger that intensified in his chest, he smashed Crowley against the nearest wall, his arm pressing against his throat his forest green eyes pierced the black ones, his voice low, and stern "Crowley if your messing with me, I will kill you, I swear I'll kill"

 With the flick of Crowley's fingers Dean flew across the room, he shouts, this whole situation clearly upsetting him as well. "She saved my damn life, why would I want something to happen to her, she cared enough to save me, ME!!!" Crowley shouted.

Sam hurried to help Dean up, recalling the saving Crowley is talking about, he was stuck in a devils trap, bounded with chains around his hands and neck, as some other hunter took out all his anger on Crowley, stabbing him over and over, when she came in, tried talking the man down, but he didn't see any reason as he thought Crowley was to blame for the death of his family, but he wasn't, he had nothing to do with it. As she was talking to this guy, she slowly started  to scratch the round red chalked circle on the floor with the heel of her boots, so that Crowley can break free, the line was finally broken, by clicking his fingers the chains shook loose and fell into a thousand pieces, the other hunter saw what she did, ran towards her, pushed the blade right through her upper torso. That's when Dean and Sam ran into, her for the first time, they where hunting the hunter who they thought was possessed but turns out he had such an amount of rage inside him, that whom ever got in his way, he'd kill.

Dean's harsh voice pulled Sam out of his thoughts, "Where is she Crowley"

"Well not only her , but other people as well, even Werewolves and vampires, you named it they have it, I know the location, but we have to go now," he clears his throat, "there's only one snag, neither can I nor Cass get in their, the damn sigils on the barns wall, wont let us through"

Dean's already halfway across the room, towards the door, "what are we waiting for"

In a matter of seconds the four of them stood In front of the barn on the pig farm, Sam is busy discussing a plan of action but Dean, already pushed the barn doors open, "what the hell Dean" the loudness in Sam's voice makes Dean face him, but he just shakes him off, not answering, too determined to safe her, he walks in, gun in hand, ready for anything, everywhere you look, all the cage doors stands open, not a single trace of anyone, something glistening on the floor catches his eye, its a rose gold chain with a heart shaped locket, he didn't need to turn it around, to see the engraved 'love you always D.W' to know its hers, he opens it anyways, glaring at the picture, both off them laughing, the way they looked at each other, you could feel the electricity, the love they shared, he folds it closed in his fisted hand, his eyes damp with emotion. He runs outside, punches Crowley straight in the face. Cas takes ahold of Dean's arm's demanding him to stop. The defeated look on his face is too much too bare for the three men looking at Dean, disappointed and unsure where to look next they start looking around the farm for clues, for something that can give him a glimpse of hope.

The strong sunrays, burning her eyes, as she opens them, the pain from last night's fight, let's her realize what's happening, she tries too move, but can't, searching for the reason, she sees the rope wrapped around her arms, and waist, too a tree, she tries too wiggle, to get out off the tight grip, that's when she hears a ticking of a clock tick-tock, tick-tock, it sounded incredibly loud, looking up to where the sounds came from, seeing giant speakers blaring the sound of a clock. A rough unpleasant voice spoke, game rules: "Everything goes, you can use any weapon you can find, to kill your opponent, and also remember the last one standing gets too live" he lets out a snotty laugh. "Oh yes, and contestants, we made the first kill very easy, if you can find contestant five, she's tied up and ready to kill, oh and give us a show" he laughs harder, then all of the sudden its dead silence, figuring she's contestant no: five, she'd better think of something to get out if this situation. Her words barely a whisper, "I don't even know why I try, but Cas are you there, Crowley, can someone hear me? Please I need someone"

The rustling of the leaves, let's her know there's someone, maybe it's Cas or Crowley, maybe its someone's who wants to take her as their first kill.

The large man with his black coat walks towards her.

He's voice hushed, "let me get you outta here"

"Oh darn, I'm so thankful its you Benny"

As he unties her, they hear rustling in the bushes, he hands her a knife, and they stand ready for action, back against back, three people came closer, it's the three she shared the cage with, she and Benny suggested they walk behind them, so that the two of them can protect them.

The further they walk the more danger they seem too run into, Benny takes the most werewolves, windigos and Leviathan's , as for you, you take most of the other human beings, who wants to attack the two teenage girls and old man.

You are bruised, beaten and torn up, unsure if your body is covered in your own blood or those of the enemies, you keep on going, grateful, that you had these people to protect, because if you had to be honest, if it weren't for them, you wouldn't fight so hard to survive, every now and then you get flashbacks of how Dean got shot, knowing it was fatal, you don't want to allow yourself to think that he could be really gone, there's this glimmer of hope that he might still be alive, maybe Sam helped him, maybe Cas or Crowley.

 Resting against a tree to catch your breath, you see the blood gushing down your arm, one of the men came at you with a damn axe, and in the fight he threw the axe towards you, pinning you against a tree, it must've been the adrenaline but you wiggled that axe, out of you arm, screaming while throwing it back at him, which ended up between his eyes.  You fell too your knees, the emotion welling up behind your eyes, you get caught off guard when someone or something picks you up in the air. A little weak, and confused all you can see is that your draped over the large man, with multiple tattoos shoulder, it didn't take long, too lose consciousness.

Dean could not believe what he just heard, both Cas and Crowley told him, that they heard you call out too them, they knew where you were, you where caught in Purgatory, damn Purgatory. What the hell is going on. It felt like someone took his very last breath. His been too Purgatory, It's no joke for sure, it changed him, the only person who made him whole was her, his sweetheart and now, now she's going through all of that.

Crowley spoke with his people, which revealed, that the one and only Dick Roman sits behind it all, with a connection in the real world, who takes normal people, of all ages just to make money, and feed his obsession of killing people.

His quiet, as he drives too the place where the portal opens to Purgatory, thinking about all the things there, so many monsters, dangers around every corner. He just hopes, his going to make it in time, she just has too be okay, has to be alive, squinting his eyes as he recalls what he had too do, too survive.

"Sweetheart you awake?" Rolling over too the right side of the bed, emerald green eyes looking back at you, "Baby?"

"Why do you look so surprised sweetheart"

"Uhmmm I'm not really sure, it feels so right yet so wrong" she smiled

Without a single word, Dean cups your face, places his lips on yours, its sweet, it's sensual, yet filled with passion. Breaking the kiss, you look at him, studying his face, the speck of hazel around the black pupil, the way, his freckles runs across his nose, almost like the milky way, the corners of his mouth, that is slightly curled in a smile, his plumps lips, that's slightly swollen from the kiss, the little stubble on his chin and cheeks, the way his jawline just kind of frames his picture perfect face, the way his deep smoky voice fills the air, and your body with a exhilarating energy, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.

Your voice barely audible and brittle, "I just love you, I love you more than life itself"

 His voice calm, but certain "Marry Me"

Your jaw dropped, "What?"

He started to kiss your lips softly, his breathe hot as he said "Yes babe, I want you to be my wife?"

Searching his eyes your lips crept upwards into a smile, your voice sounded more brittle than you intended "Yes, yes Dean Winchester, I'll marry you"

The joy dancing in his green eyes, made you happy, even though a few stray tears rolled over your cheeks.

Feeling like your walking on cloud nine, then all of the sudden, you get this sharp pain in you ribs, unwillingly your eyes flutter open, gasping for air "what the hell?"

Looking around you, seeing your in some kind of room, chains around your wrists, hanging from what looks like the ceiling, clothing blood-soaked. Hair sticking to your face, sweat mixed with blood. Your feet barely touching the floor, it feels as if your arms is getting pulled out of their sockets if you move to much, your throat dry, realizing you must've been passed out, it wasn't really a dream, more like a memory, Dean did ask you too marry him, and then outta nowhere, two days later, you where left standing in the rain, the tears streaming down your face, unsure if it's about the way Dean left things, or the situation your currently thrown in.

Sighing, whispering to no one really "I'm tired, I'm so tired, I can't anymore and I don't want to anymore" head hanging down, looking at the floor, closing your eyes, wishing all this could be over, you heard heavy footsteps, laughter filling the dark air.

His voice smooth "All this turned out better than I could've imagined"

Confused you glare at him "okay, fine you win, get it over with"

Walking closer towards you, big smug on his face, "see, I can't deal with you yet, I know who you are" getting angrier now "I'll finally get my revenge, Dean will watch you die, he wanted to send me here, now I will take something precious from him"

Shocked to hear that he thinks Dean is still alive , she plays along maybe, it's her way out, Scoffing "Well sorry to hear you think he'd be coming to look for me, because we aren't together no more"

He laughs, "oh no, he is already here, searching for you, my men left him a little bread trail, as to where you are"

Furious now, you shake, trying to get loose, shouting "You leave Dean alone, kill me , but let him go please"

Clapping his hands together, "Ah, young love" he laughs harder "I am going to kill you, but Dean needs to watch, then I'll kill Sam, Cas and even Crowley, all while Dean has to watch"

Eyes wide, barely audible "They're all here"

His smug smile never leaving his face "oh yes, all of them, clearly they care, its so pathetic, you humans, you know that?"

Squinting her eyes, trying too fight the tears threatening to spill over, you care about all of them, more than you care to admit.  He just simply walks out of sight. The silence is deafening, the only thing she can hear is her heart racing, Dean's alive, he came looking for her. Somewhere between the excitement of hearing Dean's alive and the spine chilling silence, she lost consciousness.

 They hardly had too beat the crap out of some of the men, on their road to this half torn down, factory like building, all of them agreed, it felt like a trap, but Dean didn't give a damn, he needed to find her, save her and bring her home, he has been cursing himself internally, the whole damn way, if only he didn't freak out, but the moment he realized he wanted to marry her, be her husband, wishing he never said that, went on that hunt, saw how that ghost threw her against the wall, the pain she must've felt, he couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt or worst getting killed, just because that's what he did, so saying goodbye, felt like the best thing to do, hoping she'll give up hunting, but he should've known better. He should have stayed by her side, he should have discussed his fears, the way he felt, but instead he went and broke her heart.

The four of them split up, there's to many halls, and doors too search, mostly the halls are filled with darkness, its filthy and disgusting, dried splattered blood on the walls, scattered human bones on the cement floors. There's scratching sounds coming from one of the rooms, the gun in Dean's hand is loaded, opening the door, unsure of what he's going to find, he's skin crawling as a bunch of rats, runs past him, some over his feet, slapping against his legs, whispering underneath his breath, "damn filth". He's heart, beating out of his chest, the more he walks in the darkness the more he can feel the darkness entering his mind, his heart, every grain of his very being.

He stopped in his tracks, the moment he saw her, hanging by chain's, her whole body is slumped over, hair covering her face, he can't make out if she's still breathing, for what felt like an eternity, he froze, almost too afraid to take a closer look. Striding closer till he's right in front of her, he gently takes her face in his hands, concern painted on his face, a burning pain in his chest, her beautiful face is bruised, and bloodied, her breathing faint, but still there, his voice hushed "Sweetheart, can you hear me"

Watching her open her eyes, was a beautiful site, she looked tired, a smile across her busted lips, "Dean,"

"Yes sweetheart I'm here, I'm sorry, I love you" he declared.

Sobbing now, "I... I thought I lost you forever"

"Baby, you'll always have me, always you hear me" he pleaded

Before she could answer a couple of men appeared out of the shadows. There were maybe six or seven, Dean got up, in a fighting stance ready to beat the crap out of them, he started punching and kicking his way, through the men, it wasn't until the last one hit the ground that he'd stop, blood splatters across his face, glancing over at her, he hears the familiar voice of Dick Roman "crashing the party are we?"

"Yeah well I didn't receive an invite so thought I'll invite myself" Dean smirked. He drew his gun, knowing it won't really help, but it's more a habit, "What do you want?" He questioned

Crude laughter fills the air, "I want you to pay Dean" he snapped his fingers, more men came running towards Dean, he tried his best, but he was one against, all of them, they over powered him, one clocked him against the head, in his unconscious state, they were tying him to a chair with chains, facing you.

It didn't take long before they were beating you, biting your lower lip, not wanting to give them the pleasure of seeing you in so much pain, you could taste the blood on the tip on your lip.

Dick Roman came walking towards you, dagger in hand, hoping he couldn't see the pain, and fear in your eyes, your eyes pierced his, he didn't say a single word, he pushed that dagger, through the skin and bone, wedging it between your ribs. Your scream filling the dark room.

Dean's eyes flung open, he's jaw clenched, he's voice angered and defeated "NO BABE" he shouted.

"Ah poor Dean Winchester" he laughed

Dean's green eyes, now almost black, "I'm going to kill, I promise you that"

Laughter filled the air, once again, it didn't last long though, surprised he glanced at them, Sam, Cas, Crowley and Benny, all four off them stood their bloodied and beaten, but ready to fight. All four of them started fighting and killing their way towards Dean and you, Crowley was the first one to stand next too Dean, his British voice almost inaudible "This belongs to you" he's face lit up with a sly smile.

Dean looked at him all confused, "I thought you threw this in the sea somewhere"

Crowley just shrugs his shoulders. The moment he placed that blade in Dean's hands he could feel the mark, turning a fiery red, the power pulsing through his veins, it didn't take long for the effects to take control of him, breaking loose out of the chain's, he faces Dick Roman, a smirk on his lips, he's features darkens. Taking that blade right too his chest, he kept going over and over, not stopping for a second, driving the blade further and deeper into his now lifeless body.

Sam tried to make him stop, even Cas, Benny and Crowley, but it didn't work.

Your voice brittle, revealing the pain, "Dean stop, please Baby"

Immediately stopping, he threw the blade down, running towards you, his eyes pleading, his voice soft "Sweetheart I'm so sorry" cupping your face, kissing your lips, holding you close to him, as Cas and Sam unlocks the chains, your body went limb, all you could feel is his hands holding you upright. Staring into his emerald green eyes, mouthing "I love you" the last thing you catches a glimpse off, was the light in his eyes as he replied "I love you too, Sweetheart, come back to me, come home please"

 It's been almost three years since that dreadful day, smiling now, if it weren't for Dean begging Cas to save you, you wouldn't be here baking your husband his birthday pie, getting ready for the barbeque, with your good friends Sam, Cas, Benny and yes even dear old Crowley.

Did you and the Winchester Brothers stop hunting, no, of course not, but the two of you have each other and that's all you'll ever need, whenever your lost, knowing Dean's your lighthouse showing you the way home, with those beautiful green eyes.

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