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Thinking about Bakugou x Reader X Kirishima (either established or forming relationship)

With Reader who is a damn beast on the battle field I’m talking like could and would 1v1 God and damn well hold their own,, but they hate being mean

Like anything that might sound even slightly mean will never cross their lips, or if it does they immediately start apologizing like they just offended your whole bloodline even if they just accidentally said barely even classing as rude

If someone tries to goad them into saying something mean, or if when Baku tries to get them to say even the tiniest threat, they’ll be like on the verge of tears, whining out a “no! That would be mean! 🥺🥺🥺”

They just straight up do not have a single mean bone in their body

But they could absolutely body anyone on the battlefield

Absolute beast mode

Just straight savagery

But will not even be able to mention an incorrect order

But not to worry, they have 2 boyfriends who will absolutely protect them and stand up for them and one of which will not hesitate to cuss someone out for forgetting their pickles

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Dean Winchester Series

Promise - Dean x Reader

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Not falling for you - Dean x Reader

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Forbidden - Dean x Reader (Teacher/Student)

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Part 10 l Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Sequel

The Host - Dean x Reader (The Host AU)

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Our french mistake is not a mistake - Dean x Reader & Jensen x Reader (The French Mistake AU)

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My beautiful Omega - Dean x Reader (Teacher/Student & A/B/O)

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Dean or Deanna? - Dean x Reader

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Safe - Dean x Reader (Office AU & FSOG crossover)

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Knight in shining armor - Dean x Reader (Knight/Princess AU)

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Jealous much? - Dean x Reader (x Damon)

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Fake us - Dean x Reader (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

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Friends after all - Dean x Reader

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Already boundless - Dean x Reader

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Written on the wrist - Dean x Reader

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Lie to me - Dean x Reader x Sam (x Jensen)

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True soulmate - Dean x Reader

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Twice the love, twice the pain - Dean x Reader

Part 1

Die for a Laugh - Dean x Reader (x Joker)

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Picture Perfect - Dean x Reader x Sam

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Jurassic World - Dean x Reader x Owen (Jurassic World crossover)

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Naturally Alpha - Dean Winchester x Reader (French Mistake/A/B/Os AU)

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A supernatural marvel - Dean Winchester x Reader x Steve Rogers

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU)

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Day 18: Silvers Rayleigh x fem! reader

He's so hot... such a daddy. I'd love to write a part two following right after this later, I think I'm going into a small writer's block, so sorry this didn't end in something too juicy :,))

Word count: 0,9K

Content: female reader, age gap, daddy kink, use of "princess", oral sex (male receiving), hinted ffm threesome and open relationship

“Oh isn’t Shakky here?” you observed, hanging up your coat, looking around for the couple.

The older man chuckled at your words, amused those were your first words when you stepped into the (closed) bar, “No, it’s just me here, sorry to disappoint, princess,” you heard his husky voice call you, serving as your guide.

“Oh come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” you laughed back, seeing him splayed on the couch, looking ready for a nap. A small, playful grin tugged on your lips.

“I can come back if you need to sleep, after all, it’s kinda late for an old man,” you checked your watchless wrist, and heard him grunt as he pulled himself off the couch, suddenly his presence was anything but sleepy, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Like you’re not the one who likes to be fucked by old men? You always fall asleep before we do, even though we’re so old,” he laughed before waltzing towards you, backing you into the wall of the living room, your eyes widening. His rough hand cupped your chin, his fingers and thumb pressing against your cheeks. God, he looked so unfairly handsome, his wrinkles showing just how much he had laughed and smiled in his lifetime.

“You also love having old women fuck you, Shakky was disappointed for not being able to participate tonight,” he licked his bottom lip, seeing how you suddenly got so quiet, “she always looks forward to fucking you, you know? Hearing your cute little voice moaning her name,” and his words forced your thighs together, feeling a familiar warmth pooling down your body.

His charming smirk always made your knees buckle beneath you, “Cat got your tongue? You were bullying me just seconds ago,” his thumb stroked over your bottom lip, before pressing it further into your mouth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around his digit.

“Good girl, always knowing how to use that pretty little mouth of yours,” and damn that geezer for using your weakness against you, a moan at the pet name accompanied by your panties growing damp living proof of your vivid arousal.

“Gonna be a good girl for daddy tonight?” his eyes darkened when they found yours, his words going straight to your core, “or do I have to deal with a brat?”.

Belt lousily unbuckled with pants draped around the pirate's ankles, his veiny, experienced hand was fisted in your hair while he watched you bob obediently up and down on his cock, your sweet, delicate lips stretched around his girth.

“Fuck,” labored breaths and groans blessing your ears keened you on, hollowing your cheeks around the dark king, causing him to push deeper down your throat, accompanied by a guttural groan soaking your panties.

“So impatient - hng - starving for cock, hm?” a small thrust forced your head backward into the wall, your fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs, “then fucking take it”.

His thrusts grew harsher, more impatient, feeling your throat contract around his girth, feeling drool escape from your mouth as he drank in your sweet sounds of gurgling and gagging. And he loved how eager you were to please him, desperate, glazed eyes looking up at him searching for approval. Searching for the fire only he had in his eyes, needing to hear his voice tell you just how much of a good girl you are, taking his cock so well. That thick, smooth voice carrying such authority over you, a single syllable leaving your thighs clenched, your core heating up in anticipation.

“Being such a good girl for your daddy, princess,” and there it was. A small moan vibrated through his length, your eyes shut close as a wild, electrifying shot of arousal lit your body aflame, pushing your nose flush against the soft, white hair resting at the base of his cock. 

And you looked divine where your knees dug into the floor, sure to be bruised along with the roof of your mouth and your inner walls when he was done with you, proof of how your older lover had you wrapped around his finger. Small bangs of your head against the wall was muted by his hands, not wanting to hurt you unnecessarily. His cock abusing your throat was an exception to that rule, as you loved feeling him twitch inside your warm and wet cave of a mouth, eagerly eating up his groans as he fucked your throat, the drool pooling past your lips creating the perfect lube for the old man.

Crescent moons decorated the dark king for days at a time, and not only on his thighs of course, which was only the starting point until they reached their destined place his back later in the night, highlighting the scars and muscles carved after years of adventure. His favorite little reminder of your steamy and pleasurable rendezvous, relishing in the young woman so desperate and eager for the paradise he provided, happy he got to indulge in your fantasy, especially if it meant you would lick up every single drop of his arousal when you were done.

I would do ANYTHING to be Shakky and Rayleigh's plaything istg. Anyways thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

Speak Up

Silvers Rayleigh x Reader

Warning: None

Throwing your head back against the pillow, you let your orgasm consume you. His usual gentleness returned as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Trembles shook his sturdy body when he lay beside you in the afterglow of his release. Your eyes had long adjusted to the darkness, and he watched as you stood on wobbly legs and crossed to your bathroom. There was nothing for him to say as you closed the door, effectively shutting him out as he deserved to be. Behind the closed door, you started your shower. Waiting for the water to warm, you stood before the massive mirror and touched the places where his hands had been. The mirror fogged over, signaling that your shower was ready. The water wasn't enough to wash away what you had done.

The things that transpired between you and Rayleigh were love on your behalf. For him, it was lust. Well, that is what you made yourself believe. Washing away all signs of him from your body took time. Forty-five minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom covered in your silk robe with teary eyes. You froze in your tracks at the sight of him sitting at the edge of the bed. There was no hiding the shame you felt under the lamps lighting the room and the scrutiny of his eyes.

"You're crying?" "Why are you still here," You asked, "Shouldn't you be heading out?"

He seemed puzzled at your words before the truth hit him.

"What if I stay?" "Rayliegh, go to your own room. If they see you leaving mine, we'll never hear the end of it.” "You care what they think?"

His words were poison. The sound of him approaching made you squeeze your eyes shut.

"I think ya want me to stay.”

He softly titled your head back. Irritation clawed at his mind the longer you refused to meet his gaze.

"Look at me.”

Ever the obedient subordinate, you open your eyes to stare into his.

"What's going on with you tonight?” "It's not just tonight, Rayleigh," you sigh, “It's every damn time we lay down with each other. I really care about you, but I'm just a good time for you.” "Is that what you think!?"

He turned his back to you while he took deep breaths to calm himself. Rayleigh thought it was obvious how he felt at all times, especially his feelings towards you.

"It's my mistake for not saying something sooner. I thought it was pretty clear that I care for you deeply," he explains while turning to you with a small smile, “You never noticed?” The blank stare you gave him was all the answer that he needed. "Come on, Sweetheart. Even Roger could see it! Gaban too," he pressed. "I don't know.” “Yes, you do.”

You received the least amount of choirs. You were always beside Rayleigh during every battle. Him saving your favorite treats and snacks. He always had an excuse to be in your presence or need to touch you. Rayleigh watched the wheels turn in your head.

"You couldn't have thought I did the same for everyone. I seek you out. I always want you," he explains. "Truthfully, I thought you came to me at night out of shame. I thought you might be ashamed of anyone knowing about us. I've seen some of your partners and…”

The man before you allowed himself to crack a full smile before wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm a lucky bastard. I came to you one night with a need. The longer we kept it up, the less I thought to say anything. It never occurred to me that you thought I was ashamed of you or worried what anyone would think. I'm not that kind of man.”

You rested your head against his chest as he squeezed you tighter. Processing his words and accepting his affection, you smile.

"Pretty stupid miscommunication.” "Yea. How do you feel about being with this old man?," he confessed. "Depends. Will I have to fight Roger, or is he a sharer?" “He's fine. It's Gaban you have to worry about,” he teased.

Looking up at him, you met him halfway for a kiss to seal your dedication. Honestly, clearing the air before setting sail was for the best. At least now you know where you stand with one another, and communication will be better. Though, the teasing from the crew would be relentless.

Don't Worry About Me

La Alberca Muerta. AKA, Deadpool

Based on the movies and canon really, doesn’t follow the exact order of the movie tho. FINALLY made a sad fic.

Decided to make the reader Wade’s sibling, like 3 years younger than him. Reader is still gender neutral. No powers. To make it simpler:

Wade is 28-30, (Y/N) is 25-27

Summary: Your brother Wade always told you not to worry about him.

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Sibling!Reader

warning(s): Angst, cursing, mentions of abuse/physical & mental illness/ and attempted suicide in detail/and overall death, spoilers I guess??? READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

word count: 2.0k

It hurt to see him struggle.

He was never someone who had it easy and was given a lot of struggles. Your childhood never had any proper parental figures to guide you through stuff like this, and having an abusive father didn’t help either. Back then, Wade had to be the protector, to ensure your safety as much as possible. There was always one thing he would tell you: “Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

Easier said than done.

You felt so happy when you met Vanessa. Knowing that there was someone else—besides you—who realized what an amazing person he is, and how much of a fighter and go-getter he is. It made you happy to know that Wade was able to find someone who he could give his heart to and settle down with.

“Alright, so…(Y/N), this is Vanessa.” You smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. She smiled back at you, “I take it you're the amazing sibling Wade’s talked about?” You gave an ‘aw’ and looked over at your brother, “You talk about me? That’s so adorable yet awkward at the same time!” Wade rolled his eyes.

“Well I usually talk about you when I run out of monologue to say. And there’s no way in hell I’m making weather talk.”

“So I’m just your plan b?” you retorted back at him.

“Pretty much! Except I don’t need to pay 13 dollars for a pill.”

“Gross!” you laughed out while slapping his arms. Vanessa looked at the scene. It was adorable. Having watched Wade interact with you made her think he’d be a great father.

Before you and Wade began a slapping war, there was a knock at the front door. You all turned to look at it.

“Who could that be?”

“Looks like dinner’s ready.” Vanessa said, walking away from the ‘living room’. You looked over at Wade, “That my cue to leave? Cause I don’t wanna be a bother…” Your brother wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Nope, this is your cue to stay and enjoy the Chinese takeout.”

Seemed like things were going great for your brother.

-

Unfortunately, cancer’s a bitch. Fuck cancer.

When Wade called you over the phone, you knew it had to be something serious. He was a texter, not a caller.

When he called you and told you he had cancer, you headed over to his and Vanessa’s place ASAP. Vanessa explained to you what the doctors had told them, and what the treatment options were. You looked over at your brother. He was in a daze, sitting on the couch. You’ve never seen him like that before. You were hesitant when you got up from the chair Vanessa offered you and sat down next to Wade.

You slowly grabbed his hand and squeezed. He finally broke from his shock and looked over at you. Your eyes began to tear up when you began, “Wade…I can’t even imagine how you feel right now. But, please understand that I wanna help you get through this as much as I possibly can…”

Wade smiled at you, “Thanks.”

“If there is in anyway I can try to help either of you guys right now—”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). I’m ok for now.” You knew that meant that he was kindly telling you that he didn’t want to talk about it right now. To drop it, at least for now.

He told you the same thing when he found out about some guy who offered to cure Wade. You didn’t see or hear from him within a year, only the doctors who claimed he had died, then were left to grieve over his supposed, deceased absence with Vanessa.

It was then a certain day where he decided to make his appearance known. You had gotten close with your brother’s widowed girlfriend as time passed by. You had eventually both had a weekly hang out routine with one another as you both began to see each other as the only family left. One day, she hadn’t answered your texts nor calls in over 3 days, which led to you searching for her at her job.

You freaked out even more when you couldn’t find her there either. Heading towards the apartment her and Wade used to share together, you worried over what could've happened to her.

Heading towards the complex, you felt uncomfortable when you noticed someone was following you. After a couple more blocks, you realized this person was most likely after something of you, or after you in general, shifting towards an alleyway, you stopped to see if the person would walk by.

When they entered the same alleyway you had prepared your fist and threw a sharp jab at the perpetrator's face. They shouted, clutching at their now dislocated jaw.

“Fucking shit balls!” The hooded figure yelled. You recognized that voice. Without hesitation you yanked the hood off. The person looked at you whilst you looked back in shock and despair.

“...Wade?” It felt like seeing some kind of ghost almost.

Your older brother sighed in defeat as he sheepishly shrugged. “Hi…”

Angrily, you began slapping and pushing at his chest as tears fell from your cheeks. “What. The. Fuck! Where have you been?! I fucking thought you were dead! You just decided to go motherfucking AWOL!” Wade stayed and took your beatings, “Why the fuck didn’t you call me or Vanessa?! Do you not care anymore?! Do you not understand how worried and how—”

You let out a loud sob, hits slowing down and going weak against his chest, “—fucking miserable we have fucking been? Do you not understand how scared I was when you left for treatment without even telling me? What even fucking happened to you?! What kind of treatment leaves you looking like that?! Wade what did you—”

Your brother grabbed both your hands, hugging you close to his chest. “I promise you I will literally explain everything. Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). But right now, I need you to help me find Vanessa.”

“Find Vanessa?” You looked up at him, snot beginning to drip from your nose. He nodded as he wiped it away with his sleeve. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for a couple of days.” you hiccupped.

Thus began the search for Vanessa and Ajax, leading you to meet the X-Men. Or at least a couple of them. NegaSonic Teenage Warhead seemed cool and a bit scary. Overall she was a teenager, nothing scarier than that. Colossus reminded you of a dilf, in a non-weird-sort-of-way. Overall, they seemed pretty nice—Colossus was more than friendly when you two met. You promised him a date later on.

When all the chaos was over, you ran ahead to check on your brother, despite the two X-Men’s protest. “Wa—D-Deadpool!” you didn’t know if he really cared about his secret identity or not. Regardless, you were able to make out him and, thankfully, Vanessa alive and standing. They were…making out.

You shook away your look of disgust and sprinted towards them, “Wade!”

Your brother looked away from his girlfriend, “(Y/N)!” He ran and engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around for extra measure. “You ok?” he looked you over, relieved to find no actual injury. You nodded and gestured to him, “I should be asking you that! I mean, I saw you get shot! Hell, even thrown around! It looks like you got a nasty cut o your side! You sure—”

“Woah woah woah, calm down I’m fine!” your brother said, cupping the sides of your head, “Don't worry about me, (Y/N).”

Things settled down for a bit afterwards.

Perfectly fine by you, Wade deserved it anyways.

-

He didn't deserve this. Neither did Vanessa.

You were shocked when you got a call one night and saw it was from Wade. Shakily, you got up from your bed, still in pajamas and putting on your sneakers. Bringing the phone towards your ear, you called him back, “Yes? Hello? Wade?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Vanessa’s dead.” he whimpered out over the line.

Oh my god.

“O-oh Wade…I-I’ll be there in a sec…c-call the police.” What the fuck were you gonna do exactly? You didn’t really know. Arriving at your car, you gripped at the steering wheel, tears falling from your cheeks. Silently sobbing, you leaned against the window, rubbing your forehead. Why? you asked yourself. Why her?

By the time you arrived, Wade was no longer there, all that was left was the police and ambulance.

-

Piotr was the one who called you and explained everything.

He told you about how your brother had disappeared a few weeks after Vanessa’s passing, he ended up in jail, and ended up saving a child somehow—something super powers related so you weren't gonna go too into detail—and he had refused to join the X-Men once again after he offered your brother again.

Apparently now he was living in some new apartment.

After thanking Colossus for the directions—and promising him another date—you headed towards…Wade’s new place?

Reaching the new complex, it looked worse than what you had. Prices in New York were already outrageous; you could only imagine how much he was paying for the pile of shit. You headed upstairs and followed the numbers on the walls.

“Let’s see…Piotr said 14D…” you mumbled while eyeing the rooms. There was a mix between loud orgy noises and yelling in general. You didn’t even begin to wonder what the stains on the walls or ceilings could be. It was bad. Very bad.

Reaching a door with a ‘14D’ taped to it, you gave a hesitant knock.

After three more tries, someone answered. “Who the fuck—” Your brother eye’s widened through the mask as he recognized it was you. “(Y/N)...”

You pushed passed him and made your way inside. “What are you doing here?” Wade asked, lazily closing the door behind him. Turning to face your brother, your eyes narrowed, “Why didn’t you bother to tell me everything that happened after…”

“After I killed Vanessa?”

You gasped and shook your head, “What do you mean—”

“I’m the one who killed her…fucking someone found out she was my girlfriend…crossed the wrong guy ‘pparently…next thing I know…someone fucking kill her…” he spoke with a slur. He sounded tired, drunk even, if that was still possible after he got his powers. “...she died…because of me…now I've just been here…tryin’ to kill myself…”

“Wade…n-no! You know damn well she wouldn’t want this! Why are you trying to end yourself?” you asked, slowly walking up to him. You reached out for a hug. He angrily pushed you away.

“SO I CAN FUCKING BE WITH HER!! DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT?!”

You didn’t speak up, allowing him to continue. He huffed even harder when you didn’t say anything back.

“Don’t you fucking get it?! You’re so fucking stupid! I left without leaving because look at what happened to the one girl I fucking loved?! She got killed! All because she knew me!! And y’know what's even more fuckin’ entertaining?” He grabbed a gun from the counter. You gasped, “Wade don’t—”

A shot rang through the room.

You looked horrified when he pulled the aimed gun away from his head. Blood and pieces of chunky flesh now on the side of his face, hanging on by some pieces that were still attached to his head and skull overall.

Wade sighed and let out small sobs as he put the gun back, looking at you.

“No matter how many fucking times I try…I can’t die. I can’t be with her. Even through death…”

Your brother walked past the counter and over to the kitchen, where he had towels and a medical kit. Regaining your shock back, and ignoring the fact that you're probably traumatized now, you slowly walked towards him.

“...Wade…please, you can’t do this…y’know Vanessa wouldn’t like this. How would she feel. H-How do you think I feel?” you asked shakily.

Finishing bandaging the parts of his skull he just blasted off, he looked over at you in defeat. “...Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

“But Wade—”

“Please…fuckin’ leave.”

“W-Wade…” You almost fell when he pushed you out the door, slamming it shut.

Ughhh idk man its 2:00 AM I'm sorry if its shitty. Happy New Year tho! Still sick sadly.

I crave fics about the citizens of Amity all thinking Danny is dating Phantom but idk what to search up to find them ;-;

If y’all got links to those please gimme 😩😩😩

Come Home to Me (2/2)

Read Part 1 here.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo X Female Reader

Genre: Marriage AU, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Summary: Your husband notices how worried you are about him going on another raid, so he stays for a bit longer to convince you that no matter what happens in the future, he will come home to you.

Word Count: 8K (I wrote too many banters I'm so sorry)

Content Warnings: Semi-public sex, swearing

“Beru, take my daughter inside. I need to be with my wife. Alone.” 

The sudden solemnity that befell your husband’s face and the way his voice, low and heavy, resonated in the air around you smeared goosebumps upon your skin. His tone carried a breath of possessiveness, imbuing life to the slumbering butterflies within your stomach.

“Certainly, my liege,” came the shadow soldier’s immediate response. Shortly after he performed a deep bow, Beru walked into the house with your daughter held tight in his arms, closing the front door behind him to offer you the freedom to speak what your heart truly felt—except you couldn’t. You were scared for a thousand different reasons.

The sun had sunk low enough below the horizon for the darkness to gather, a stroke of purple hue tinging the vast orange sky, ready to wrap the stars with its velvety quilt. Jinwoo might appear nearly transcendent under the evening sun, but nothing embraced him better than the night’s cloak, a fitting companion to a man who carried the undead within his steps. Standing before him in this quietude, you felt like you slowly returned to your old self. Abashed, nervous, losing your tongue in front of a man so handsome, he made your heart ache.

Jinwoo turned to you, his face unreadable, guarded, but there was undoubtedly a gleam of concern residing in his deep blue eyes. He took a stride toward you, his movement soundless against the marbled floor of your porch, the same way death approached those who wished to harm the only person he could call home. “What is it?” he began in a voice so soft, it was almost zephyr-like. His lean fingers circled your wrist like a bracelet, cool to the touch. “You’ve never looked this perturbed before. Did something happen?”

“No,” your answer—your lie—came almost instantly, flawless to anyone’s ears. “Nothing happened.” Behind your clamped teeth, your mind endlessly screamed the words your tongue was itching to say, a desperate plea you tried to veil with everything you had.

Don’t go, Jinwoo, please, just this one time. I have a terrible feeling about this, and I know I can’t prove to you why, but it’s eating me alive. I feel it stronger today, this fear of losing you, of losing the other half of me. I know you want me to bid my farewell with a smile the way I always do, and I’m trying my best to do it even now, but there’s only so much I can keep to myself. I don’t want to say goodbye to my husband, not knowing if it will be the last time I can see his face. So, please… Please stay… Don’t leave me. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although these thoughts remained unspoken, in Jinwoo’s eyes, they manifested vividly on your face. But he wished to hear them directly, to see them flow past your lips, so he could capture each sentence and turn them into words of comfort. 

“Sweetheart,” he repeated, his voice tender yet authoritative at the same time. “Don’t make me leave you like this. Don’t make me worry about you more than I already do. Tell me. Tell me so I can help.”

He’s right, you thought. Keeping this from him will only make him worry. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now. But when you still kept your lips pressed tight, trying to collect the words, his two fingers framed your chin, leaving you with no choice but to meet his scrutinizing stare. 

He seemed upset. No, more than that, he looked… angry.

The air seemed to shimmer around him as his emotions slowly climbed to the surface, his gaze darkening as his desire to protect you gripped him like a vice. “Did someone hurt you?” Jinwoo questioned you, his voice a deep rumble, crossing through the nearly infinitesimal space between your lips and his like an impending storm. 

You fidgeted. “N-no—”

He tilted your face higher, not letting you break free from his gaze. “I would be able to tell in a heartbeat if someone laid a hand on you, but if there was something that I didn’t know, some clues that I missed, someone who made you feel even slightly unsafe.” His eyes began to gleam; the shadows beneath his feet trembled in fear in the presence of his restrained rage. “I want their names. Now.”

You gulped. This side of him never failed to make shivers crawl down your spine. Jinwoo had always been so gentle and loving with you that it was easy to forget just how vicious and merciless he could be when his protectiveness over you took form. Your husband had killed for your sake before, more than you could possibly count, and he’d take another hundred lives within a blink of your eyes should you ask him to. 

As you released your shuddering breath, you twined your fingers around his wrist. “No.” You tilted your head to the side just enough for your lips to press a soothing kiss against the blue and red rivers of veins under his pasty skin. “It’s not like that. No threats, nothing. I’m safe.”

Relief washed over him, albeit only faintly. “What is it, then?”

You tarried, trying to mince your phrases as best as you could. “I know you can handle anything,” you only began, yet your voice was already cracking with emotions. “I know that, and I believe in your strength. But I saw you, Jinwoo, just like everybody else. I saw the way your enemy stabbed your heart and tore open your chest. You survived. By some miracle, you did. But the sight of it… It haunts me."

You took a breath before you continued. "I find it impossible to sleep at night when you’re not next to me. My mind keeps drifting back to you no matter what I do, wondering if you were fighting for your life again, trapped in a battle you couldn’t win. Sometimes I look at you and…” You laid your hand above his beating heart, your fingers tracing over it as your eyes grew vacant. “I remember the way the beast’s claws pierced through your chest, right here, all five of them. Your body may have healed, and there are no traces of those wounds left on your skin, not even a scar, but… I can still see them. I’m still scared of them. And I can’t help but think… What if it happens again? What if your luck runs out this time?”

Jinwoo continued to stay mute, listening to you intently as if you were the only voice in the universe. He only reacted once quivers ran through your fingertips, seizing your hand and pressing it harder against his chest, as if to remind you that beneath those translucent scars, his heart still remained the same—still alive, beating, racing, because of you, only for you.

You curled your fingers, still couldn’t wash away the dread. “I know you can’t change who you are,” you continued, your voice laced with tears. “And I know you have no other options but to do your duty, which is why I always try my best not to stop you from leaving. But today, for some reason, I feel anxious. It almost feels the same as how I felt on the day I almost lost you. It’s probably nothing, but… Right now, it’s suffocating me.”

The tension was palpable between you, leaving you to ponder whether you had spoken too much. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser for you not to speak at all. You blinked back your tears, wiping the ones that already crossed the edges with the heel of your palm. You felt mortified for baring your feelings out in the open, for being so theatrical about it. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being so dramatic, aren’t I?” You forced out a laugh; the desire to flee the scene was almost too tempting to refuse. It didn’t help that he hadn’t spoken a word, leaving you shrouded by your own perception of his feelings. Have you upset him? Troubled him? Or maybe even hurt him in some way? Just the thought of it brought more fresh tears to emerge in your eyes. 

“I—” You cast your face to the side. “I should go check on our baby—”

Your husband caught you by your wrist, stopping you before you could escape, his touch firm but far from painful. His eyes were hidden underneath the curtain of his raven strands, but the way he pressed his lips so tautly together, enough for them to grow white, clearly indicated how much he took your words seriously.

“I’m scared, too.” 

His confession, spoken barely above a whisper, left you stunned. Out of all the things you thought he’d say at this moment, that was never one of them.

You pivoted around to face him. “Jin… woo..?”

It took him a moment to compose his words as if he lacked the bravery to come clean, to showcase his vulnerability. It was as if he had spent an eternity trying to keep these words all to himself, fighting back all the intentions to reveal this frail side of him to you, afraid of how you’d react, if he’d sadden you with it.

“I’m terrified, Sweetheart,” he repeated, quiet, almost breathlessly. “Not of death, but leaving you.” The lines of his face were strained, filled with consternation. “I know how it feels to lose those important to me. No matter how strong I get, no matter how hard I try, I still can’t protect everyone. I’ve lost my friends in battles. I’ve lost my father. And I nearly lost my mother and my sister, too. I know exactly how it feels, and it haunts me every day more than you could imagine.” 

His face twisted in sadness, almost in agony at the recollection of the precious lives that slipped through his hands, but that amount of pain felt small in comparison to how he felt when he added, “But you…” His fingertips trailed an invisible path down your cheek. “You and our daughter… You’re beyond that. You’re not just my family; you’re fragments of me. The hardest part of my mission is never about dealing with my enemies. It’s this moment right here, right now, bidding you goodbye and watching you smile back at me with your heart breaking in your eyes, thinking that you’d never get to see me again. You’re constantly on my mind, Sweetheart, every second of every day. And I always worry that something will happen to you while I’m gone. That you won’t be here to meet me at the door when I come home. That I’d be too late, and I wouldn’t be able to find you, to save you, even if I searched the whole world for you.” 

His throat felt parched, his voice so close to shattering. “With my power, no matter where you are, no matter how far you are from me, I can run back to you the moment I sense danger around you, but it will take me a second, and a second could change everything. You saw what happened with Jinah, didn’t you? I managed to save her right on time, but if I had arrived only a second later, I would’ve lost her. And if I… If you were in the same position… And I was a second too late on my way back to you… If I lost you forever…” He took one last step toward you, and he crumbled, his body sinking forward, his head falling to your shoulder. “I wouldn’t know how to live my life anymore…” A shaky breath escaped him. “Not without you…”

The amount of fear that radiated through his body was almost appalling. It was hard to believe someone so strong could tremble like this at the thought of losing you.

Jinwoo lifted his head, gathering your face in his hands, his eyes carrying the weight of a broken man. “I know it’s hard for you to watch me leave…” He pressed your foreheads together, his eyes closed in the sliver of bliss from being so close to you, but his eyebrows remained furrowed, tense from the pain and the horror of being separated from the other half of his soul. “And I will never make light of your feelings, but you also need to know just how unbearable it is for me to walk away from you…” 

You squeezed your teeth together behind your lips, your vision blurred by your tears. You could only offer a shaky nod in response, afraid you’d be sobbing if you let a word slip out of you.

“It tears me apart just to kiss you goodbye, Sweetheart.” He returned the small distance between you, gently brushing your tears away with his thumb. “Every single time I leave, it’s like cutting off a piece of me, and you don’t know how much, just how much I want to stay and be with you right now—to spend every second of my life with you, so I can stop you from looking at me with those eyes. So I can put your heart at ease.” He lifted your face just enough to meet your crystalline eyes. “Don’t ever think I want to choose my duty over you. You are always, always, the most important thing in my life.”

It was the first time you saw him so fragile, so exposed, and you could feel just how much your presence in his life affected him. You were his weakness, his only weakness. 

You quickly collected yourself, desperate to assure him. “I know…” Speaking in your softest voice, you reached out to touch him, to cup his cheek, to do anything you could to soothe him even when you, yourself, were so close to breaking. “I know how much you care about me—about us—and I’m happy, Jinwoo. You don’t know how glad I am to have a husband like you. So strong” —you brushed a featherlight kiss on his cheek—“yet, so kind”—on his jawline—“and so, so gentle.” You planted the last one on his lips, as soft and tender as how you whispered his name. “And yes, of course, I understand how hard it is for you. This is why I didn’t want to say anything at first. I didn’t want to make you feel this way. I didn’t want to make you worry more than you already did. And I’m…” You caressed his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m sorry for speaking my thoughts out loud just now. I shouldn’t have said anything, at least not now when you’re about to leave.”

He let out a sigh under your comforting touch, almost yearning. Covering your hand with his own, he sank his face further into your palm like a child leaning to his mother’s touch. “No, don’t be sorry,” he shook his head, his lids shutting at the feeling of your warmth seeping into his pores. “I’m glad you could be honest with me. Thank you. I can breathe easy now, knowing that you’re safe.”

When he stared down at you, your smile for him was the softest, the sweetest it had ever been. It reminded him almost of his mother’s, the way it carried so much love, affection, adoration, and, most importantly, appreciation. As someone who held nearly limitless power, the constant efforts he made to save the world were never overlooked. Still, more often than not, people chose not to express their gratitude, saying he was merely doing his job as an S-Rank Hunter, taking everything he did for granted. You had seen just how cruel the public voice could be when they spoke ill of him, not long after the Jeju Raid ended.

Hunter Min Byung-Gu’s life could’ve been saved if Sung Jinwoo had appeared sooner! Yeah, where the hell was he anyway? Why didn’t he join the raid from the start? Was he scared? Hey, hey, I heard he refused to join the raid at first. Does he not realize his responsibility as an S-Rank Hunter? Embarrassing, right? S-Rank Hunters are supposed to be selfless heroes! Sung Jinwoo is not one of them!

Your husband never let these derisions get to him, but they got to you. It pained you, angered you to see these words spreading online like wildfire, but you couldn’t do much to change their opinions, and even if you could, it wouldn’t have mattered. Jinwoo never cared about them. He cared about you, about what you think of him, and fortunately for him, you were always there to appreciate every little thing he did. He didn’t have to save the world to impress you. You were already grateful for his presence, even just by seeing him plant a little kiss on your daughter’s head. 

“Thank you, Jinwoo,” you softly said, “for making the world a better place for me and our daughter to live in. But more than that, thank you for all the efforts you made as my husband and as the father of our child. For making time for us even when you were losing sleep, drained after all the raids. I’m sure your baby is grateful, too, for all the tea parties you had with her.”

He laughed a little, still carrying a hint of melancholy. “She can be quite demanding sometimes.”

“Yes, she can, but you’re always patient with her, and I adore you for that.” You stroked his cheek. “You’re a hero to us in more ways than one. You’re everything we want you—need you to be, and for that, I’ll always be grateful to you.”

His jaws clasped together like a floodgate, preventing his emotions from bursting beyond control. He nodded once, a bit bashful but visibly delighted by your lines. With a quiet giggle, you kissed the tip of his nose. “What, getting shy now?”

He responded with a chuckle, pretty roses blooming in his cheeks. “No, I’m just happy. You always know what to say to lift the weight off my shoulders. And I wish I could say something to ease your mind, too, but…” He broke away from your touch, returning your gaze. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. I can lie to you and tell you that nothing could harm me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. So, all I can offer you right now is my promise.” He brought your hand closer to his face, his lips engraving the words directly to the bumps of your knuckles. “I promise that I will do anything, everything within my power, to come home to you.”

Your heart still splintered, but it wasn’t nearly as agonizing anymore. Perhaps it was all due to his vow. Or maybe you’ve learned how to withstand the pain, to welcome it as a part of you, knowing it was something you couldn’t chase away, something that would only be repeated in the future. “Jinwoo—”

A pair of soft lips captured your own, your face held, your words stolen. The sudden kiss was chaste, almost innocent, just pure romance beneath the bitterness of a farewell. Jinwoo pulled away but only barely, the tip of his nose still grazing your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his warm breath, sweet and intoxicating, fanning your lips. “I love you so much, Sweetheart, more than I could bear.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat roaring in your ears. “I love you, too.” 

Another kiss, another soft touch from a man you’d sworn to love unconditionally. But the gentleness of your colliding lips, the innocence of it, could never last long, always replaced by something more arduous. A hint of his longing for you, his craving, showed in the way he molded your lips beneath his, and within seconds, his kiss turned deep, controlling, consuming. His arm slithered around your waist, pressing your body close against him, tight enough for you to wonder if you could just melt into him, be a part of him. Perhaps then, you could be wherever he was. A world where you don’t have to bid him goodbye… Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

His breathing turned uneven by the time he ended the kiss, enthralled and far from satisfied. And just like him, you couldn’t do much but stare at the shape of his pretty mouth in your haze.

“You asked me if I’d let the world burn for you.” His voice turned raspy, hoarse with need, his eyes watching the way his thumb glided over your slicked lips. He pressed down on your bottom one, and you parted your mouth in response, an act so natural, it made his gaze heavy with lust. “I’d do it,” he said, stealing your breath with it. “I’d watch the world burn to the ground just to be with you for a second longer. All you need to do is say the words.”

Your eyes turned round, your heart thrashing inside your ribcages. You could see the conviction in his eyes, giving you as much joy as the fear that dawned upon you. 

The safety of the world did not lie in Sung Jinwoo’s hands. It was in yours. 

Your ardent love, intense and overflowing, rushed to your hands, crumpling the front of his coat as you brought him back to you for another taste of his lips. You pulled your husband down to you, to where he belonged, to where he should stay, your mouth meeting his in a searing kiss. You were the gravity that pulled him in, the spark of fire to reignite the flames within him. And you wanted to kiss him forever, to have his hands on your body, to be close enough for you to—

Jinwoo suddenly stiffened in your arms, breaking off the kiss so abruptly that it left your mind reeling for a second. A frown sketched over the lines in his forehead, irritation glinting in his eyes. 

Your heart plummeted, unsure of what you did wrong. “W-what is it?”

“Nothing,” he sighed exasperatedly, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I just heard Igris talking in my ear, reminding me of my schedule. What time is it now?” He lifted his wrist, glancing at the silver watch. “Damn it.” He clicked his tongue; his vexation doubled. “I guess I really have to go.” But his eyes, like always, found their way home to you, and he took you in once more, this breathtaking view of you with your face flushed, your lips all red and bruised and glistening with his spit. “And it’s probably better if I leave now before I get, umm…” He noticeably swallowed, trying to rein in the desire to take you here against the wall. “Carried away.”

With flames kissing your cheeks, you tossed your stare to the floor. “Y-You’re right. Sorry.”

“‘Sorry?’” Jinwoo tittered, the sound soft and wonderful in your ears. Lifting your face by the chin, he tilted his head slightly to the side, adoring you. “It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.”

His smirk, his voice… He seemed so effortlessly sexy when he said it that it turned you sheepish. You removed yourself from him. “S-so, umm… When will you be back again exactly?”

“Six days from now. A week, maybe.”

Your shoulders sagged. He could’ve said six years, and it would probably sound just as torturous. “Okay…”

“Come on, baby,” he smiled softly despite his heart breaking just the same. “Don’t be like this.” He rubbed his knuckles against your cheek before he poked you lightly with his finger, making you giggle from it. “I’ll make it up to you once I get home, okay? Anything you want me to do—anything at all—I’ll do it.”

“Anything?”

His previously impish smile fully morphed into a devilish grin. “Anything.”

“Hopefully, it’s not something sexual,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.

“Hopefully, it is.” His chuckles didn't last long, followed shortly by a heavy sigh. “Can I hug my wife one last time?”

You stilled, your breath caught in your throat. “It’s not the last time.” 

He blinked before he understood his mistake, sadness coating the soft bow of his lips once he did. “Sorry. Poor choice of words.” He spread his arms wide, waiting for you to return to his warmth with the softest smile on his face. “I mean, can I hug you one more time before I go? And touch you endlessly once I get home?”

Contentment suffused you at once, and you answered him by carving the shape of your smile against his lips, your fingers coiled against the front of his coat. You made sure to keep your kiss light, not wanting to repeat the same mistake of drowning in desire. You weren’t sure you could escape it should it happen again. But even so, when you parted from him, you couldn’t deny the tension between you. Like magnets, you were drawn together. Just the slightest brush of your skin meeting his could turn it into a force beyond your control.

You tried to distract him—or rather, yourself. “H-hey, you said Igris talked to you before. Does that mean he… saw what we were doing?” This was the first time it happened, as Jinwoo had always been careful in the past not to let his shadow soldiers witness your intimate acts. Whenever you two were together, your husband would always command his army to shut down all their senses for a moment, to give you the privacy you needed. You weren’t sure why Igris could see you now, but the thought horrified you. “I’ve always been awkward with him because he doesn’t talk much and seems so… noble. If he saw us kissing like that, I… I don’t think I could face him again. Especially after…” You kept on rambling, driven out of shame, submerged at the thought of seeing the dark knight again after he witnessed everything that happened between you and his master.

Unbeknownst to you, Jinwoo’s eyes darkened, completely lost in the view. Seeing you like this, standing so small and fidgety before him, looking so flustered that you couldn’t handle meeting his eyes when you spoke—

God, I want to ruin her. 

I want to make her all mine again. 

His nails scraped against his palm as he tried to find restraint, his throat burning with the desire to claim you, to taste you, to drink everything you give him. You were asking him a question, weren’t you? Something about Igris. Fuck, he couldn’t remember it. He couldn’t pay attention to any of the lines you said, watching how your mouth shaped the words but not registering them. Your voice was a whisper in his ear, easily drowned by the filthy thoughts that grew even more vehemently with each second passing by.

“Honey?”

At your call, he averted his gaze. One more second looking at you, and he would’ve succumbed to his needs. “Hmm?”

“I asked you if Igris saw us.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes, they saw it.”

“Wait—They?”

“Yeah, the entire army, basically.” Though he wanted to seem apologetic, his grin betrayed him. “I was too absorbed with you that I forgot to tell them to close their eyes.”

You gaped, colors draining fast from your face. “Jinwoo! ”

He laughed quietly at your reaction, catching the little punches you threw to his chest.  “Baby, relax. So what if they saw us kissing? You’re my love.”

Your stomach somersaulted at the word he chose. He could’ve just said my wife instead of my love. It would've been easier for your heart. “Well, I don’t want them to see that…” Another pout, another wild urge he had to chase away before he bruised your lips with his own. You exhaled. For some reason, you felt exhausted. “Though it’s… sweet how Igris tried to keep you from running late. That should’ve been my job. Did he just pop up, tell you to go, and then disappear again?” The vision of it looked funny in your head because surely, he must’ve been embarrassed seeing us like that, right?

“Actually, he told me to stay.” Your husband wound his arms around your waist, drawing you closer before he rested them on your curves. “He said that I should just send him there and let him take care of the gate for me. So I can be here with my queen.”

“‘Your queen?”’ You repeated, couldn’t help but feel amused even though you were touched by how caring the dark knight was to your family.

Scarlet tinged his cheek. “His words, not mine.”

“I see. So, I’m not your queen, then?”

The shade deepened as he tossed his face to the side. “Of”—he cleared his throat, his voice reducing to a mumble—“Of course, you are.”

You giggled, and your husband softened into another smile, staring at you affectionately. He seemed glad that you’d rediscovered the strength to throw a jest or two. 

“Well, as much as I don’t wish for my king to go,” you dawdled with your words, building expectations as you glided one hand up his chest. You could feel the ridges of his lean, taut muscles underneath his shirt. A wave of desire pooled inside your stomach, threatening to resurface if you weren’t being careful. “The world needs him. Even if I keep you to myself now, you’re bound to leave for another mission sooner or later. I’ve come to realize that…” You paused to gain control of your emotions, your hands fixing his collar in your attempt to seek distraction. “The best way to deal with this is by getting myself used to it. Get used to this feeling that you leave me when you kiss me goodbye. I have to teach myself to be patient, as it will only be a matter of time before my husband returns. I think that’s what I have to do,” you smiled at him, shy amidst the mischievousness that you previously displayed. “As your queen.”

His heart thawed at your lines, cradling you close enough by the shoulders to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing it so he could recall this sense of peace you gave him when he was miles away from you. Even without words, you could tell just how proud he was of you. “Thank you,” he murmured against your temple. He kept you this way for a moment, his nose nuzzling against your strands until he remembered how time would never be merciful to him. “I really have to go, baby…”

“I know…”

But when he pulled away, he couldn’t find the strength to detach his gaze from you, caught in a conflict between his feelings and his responsibility. “I’ll be…”—he traced your cheek, his gaze falling to your lips—“back soon, okay…?”

You nibbled at the corner of your lip, causing him to nearly groan at the sight. You didn’t mean to entice him; you were just nervous under his hooded gaze, your body brimming with anticipation. You knew he wanted another kiss, another touch, and you wanted thousands of them, but— “Okay…”

Jinwoo moved closer, as close as he could be, his face hovering merely a few inches from yours. Nothing but desire resided in his eyes, his voice low and husky when he spoke, “Don’t miss me too much…”

It was like the air crackled between you, invisible hands drawing you together. Your fingers twined a little tighter around the front of his coat, itching to tug him down and erase the millimeters of space separating your lips. “I’ll try…” You replied with shivers in your breath, and in a moment of weakness, your gaze cascaded to his lips.

And seeing that, he snapped.

All shadows. Leave us. Now.

“Jin—mmph!” You were pushed back against the wall, your body lifted to your toes, and your lips devoured. He couldn’t do it. Whatever battle he was fighting inside, he lost it the moment he realized you wanted him just the same, and he didn’t care. You were still his prize to claim, your taste was his to consume, your warmth was his to take, and he drowned in you almost instantly, his fingers possessively grabbing your face, leaving you with no choice but to accept his kiss, to accept whatever it was he planned to give you. 

Without wasting a second, he wedged his knee between your legs, parting them open and having his thigh pressed firmly against your core. You gasped against his mouth, your body clinging onto him, shuddering at the thrilling sensation. “J-Jinwoo—”

“I know,” he replied shortly, almost in a growl, breathless against your mouth. “I need you, too, so just—” He pressed your body tight against him, his lips placed upon yours again with such urgency as if being separated from you for merely a second deprived him of all the oxygen he needed.

The last thread of restraint in your head forced you to place your hands on his chest. Despite your aching need to rub yourself against his thigh, you voiced your thoughts aloud between lustful kisses. “Wait—we shouldn’t—mmph—”

With a grunt, he removed your hands from him, pinning them against the wall as he ceaselessly devoured your mouth. He kept you that way, trapped and caged within his hold. “Y-you have to go,” you managed to whimper out, your body tensing as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your throat.

Jinwoo finally broke away, his face flushed, painted over with nothing but ardor. “Want me to stop?”

Your heart thrashed wildly inside your chest. The huskiness in his voice, the way his breathing turned heavy at the sight of you—what women would say no?

“Come here.” You pulled him back to you, begged him for another kiss, a wish that he was so eager to comply. Struggling to match his pace, you found yourself clawing at the back of his trench coat, one of your legs hooking around his thigh as he pushed your dress up to your stomach, revealing more soft skin and supple flesh for him to grip and sink his nails into. He grunted against your neck, a string of expletives among sinful praises, and you shut your eyes, head thrown back at the thrill of having him act so needy, so desperate for you. 

You couldn’t care about anything, not anymore, but your memory recalled the sour look he made when he checked on his watch a moment ago. How much time do we have until he really needs to go? “Jinwoo—ah—” You felt his teeth grinding not so gently against your skin, marking you as if he wanted to leave something for you to remember him by, to ache for in your wake. “W-what time should you be leaving—”

His fingers circled your throat, holding you dominantly in his grip. “Ten minutes ago. Open your mouth.”

He deepened the kiss as soon as you parted your lips for him, moaning at the burst of your taste on his tongue. You welcomed his taste with a gasp, your hands now crawling up his nape, his hair, making a nest out of his strands the same way he made a mess out of you. His tongue delved inside, begging for a sliver of your sweetness, but you wanted to give him everything, and you did, your tongue sliding against his own, kissing him as if this was your last time to remember just how amazing he felt against you, lips to lips, tongue to tongue, body to body. All the fear you had over his departure, all the love you held for him, they dissolved into one, into this burning ache that permeated your core, the need to have him close.

And God, you wanted more, wanted him so badly, it felt like torture.

“Fuck,” Jinwoo groaned, followed quickly by a low moan of your name. He was really trying to hold back, to only settle down for a kiss or two, but— “Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible all the time?”

He was suffering just the same, one hand slamming against the door to maintain his distance, to keep him away from crushing you, from becoming one with you. It balled into a fist, evidence of what was left of his self-control; his fingers clenched so tightly that it painted his knuckles white and his palm crimson. His other arm snaked around your waist as his mouth sucked bruises on your collarbone, his nails clawing against the fabric of your dress, eager to tear it apart right then, right there. Rough, sinful noises continued to stream past his lips as you brought your lower half even closer to him, the sound low and deep; it was almost primal. 

“Ngh, baby, please—” He pleaded with his eyebrows sewn together, his jaw slackening at the sensation of you pushing your hips back, grinding on him. You could feel just how hard he was beneath his pants, the contour of his cock nudging deliciously against your clothed heat. It excited you, your heart swelling in satisfaction at how fast you could turn the most powerful man in the world into a desperate lover with only a few touches. Only you had this power over him, and he made sure to worship you for it.

His body reacted instinctively, rocking his hips against yours, quickly taking over control. Somewhere in the labyrinth of your mind, a voice reminded you to stop, he’s already late as it is, and you can’t do this here, not outside, not for everyone’s eyes to see, but when Jinwoo caught your earlobe between his teeth, his voice dangerous and guttural when he said, “God, Sweetheart, you don’t know how much I want to be inside you right now,” all you could think was—

Yes, please.

You smashed your lips against his, your fingers tugging hard at the roots of his hair, robbing another shameless moan out of him. He welcomed your burning passion, reciprocating it by doubling the intensity. None of you gave a damn where you were or what time it was; none of it mattered, not anymore. You just needed him, and he needed you. Not just want. Need.

Jinwoo unclasped his belt with one hand while keeping hold of your face with the other; his movements rushed, lacking the usual grace that he normally exuded. You were sure he didn’t mean to tear your lingerie apart, but even if he did, it would’ve only added more fuel to the shimmering flames inside you. Now that your bottom half was bare and exposed, he took himself out of his confinement, holding his length in one hand, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip as he rubbed his tip against your protruding clit.

You shivered, your hips swaying on their own, begging him to just ram it inside. “Jinwoo, please.”

“You’re gonna make me lose my mind,” he growled, lifting your body higher on the wall, making you hold on to nothing but him to fight back gravity. “Arms around my neck,” he commanded, his mouth hot against your jawline. His coat slid off his shoulders as he positioned himself over your entrance, pooling around his elbows.

But then, Jinwoo slowed down amidst the heat of your passion, just for a moment. Even as his desire consumed him from within, your consent remained a top priority. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or, worse, doing anything you didn’t want him to. Your husband took a second to look at you, wanting you to give your permission out loud even when all his heightened senses and perceptions had found their answer a while ago. “Can I have you?”

Your reply came in the shape of you carding your fingers through his locks again, your mouth colliding with his as you spread your legs a little wider. “Yes,” you breathed out. “I need you, please—oh!” 

You felt him pushing himself inside the second your plea left your mouth, stretching all of your walls at once. 

“Ah, fuck,” Jinwoo groaned deep and loud, slamming one hand against the wall, the vein in his neck popping from beneath his pale skin. His reaction was almost as if he’d never experienced such pleasure before, his body trembling at the feeling of your heat tightening around him, so drenched inside that you could take him—his everything—all in one go. “God, you feel so good.” He locked your lips together again, moaning at the feeling of being shrouded by your warmth. He moved his hips tentatively to ensure your comfort, but he surrendered immediately after the first try. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I don’t think I can—ngh—hold back—” 

He began to move, his teeth nibbling on the skin of your shoulder to contain his grunts, his hips thrusting fast and rough, sliding himself in and out of you in the desperation of a heated beast seeking a release. Just like him, you were feeling it much more than anything you’d ever done with him. Maybe it was the place, the sensation of doing something so indecent, so out in the open. Maybe it was because you were both trying so desperately to comfort yourselves, to forget your upcoming separation, even only for a moment. Or maybe it was simply because you loved him so ardently, the same way he did about you. 

Now that the sun had sunk entirely below the horizon, the night was nearly pitch black. No stars were in sight, as if they grew too shy to witness something so obscene. Detecting the darkness around you, the lights around the house switched on automatically, illuminating the entryway and the lush garden around you with a warm, romantic glow. The magical view of the scenery usually brought a sense of serenity to your heart, but no, not that night. Not when you were stuck in a very compromising position with your husband. The worst one of all was the three pendant lights shining brightly above you, dangling from your high ceilings, exposing the way your bodies rocked together in rapid, rhythmless motions for the whole world to see.

You couldn’t help but be distracted by them, your body tensing. If anyone were passing by, with the way your husband had you pinned against the wall, your heels digging to the small of his back, your fingers tugging on the roots of his hair, they would discover you in a heartbeat. 

“J-Jinwoo—wait—the lights—”

With his lips sucking hard bruises on your neck, Jinwoo lifted one hand in the air and clenched his fingers into a fist. All the lightbulbs shattered at once, their sounds piercing the air, stealing a surprised yelp out of you, which he silenced immediately with his mouth. The same invisible force shielded you from the pieces of glass raining down from the ceiling, leaving your heart rattling in your chest but your skin uninjured.

You were embraced by the darkness again, though it was never as thick as you would love it to be. The silver moonlight still bathed your skin, and the golden shine of the bollard lights surrounding your garden remained bright enough for you to discern your husband’s features, but at least, you no longer felt like you were standing under the spotlight. You still couldn’t entirely chase your anxiety away, however, and noticing that, Jinwoo captured your face, his fingers pressed firmly on each side of your jaw.

"Focus on me,” he said, palm plastered against the front of your throat. Although pain was absent from his touch, his hold on you was firm, controlling, his voice commanding. “I don’t want you to think about anything else. Keep your eyes on me. Focus on how I’m making you feel right now.” 

And it felt good. He made you feel so damn good that by the time he plunged himself deep into you again, you found yourself crying out against his mouth, clutching onto him like a lifeline. Jinwoo was just as deep in rapture as you were, unintentionally ripping the top buttons of your dress in his desperation to taste more of your skin. He was beyond aggressive, unrestrained, and impatient, and God, you loved it. You couldn’t remember the last time he was like this, and the feelings brought you quickly to ecstasy. 

You were close, your pleasure building up faster than it ever did. “Jinwoo, I’m—”

“I know,” he moaned against your shoulder, his teeth just one pressure away from sinking into your flesh. “I’m close too, angel, just a little bit… ngh… more…”

He quickened his pace, taking his cock completely out of you only to drive himself back to the hilt, each thrust hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You fell over the edge with your lips parted in a silent moan, your nails scraping against the back of his shirt, your legs shaking, tautening around him as you reached cloud nine.

The sensation of your walls closing in around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he needed that one single push, just one sweet moan from you in the shape of his name, to make him grasp that vigorous wave of euphoria. “Sweetheart, please—”

Knowing exactly what he was begging for, you embraced him closely by the neck, gripped his soft locks beneath your fingers, and whispered the words he’d been dying to hear right against his mouth.

“I love you, Jinwoo.” 

He shuddered, his skin breaking into goosebumps, and he finished inside you with a deep, gravelly groan erupting from the back of his throat. His hips stuttered, slowing down but not yet stopping until he finished spilling everything inside. His breaths came out raggedly, hot against your neck. His left hand was still glued to the wall beside your head. 

As your tremors began to dissipate, your husband carefully placed you back on your feet, holding you close until you could stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly beneath your weight, your strength leaving you after experiencing what might be one of the most mind-blowing orgasms you’d ever had.

“That was… intense,” Jinwoo tittered breathlessly, his hair all tousled, his face the prettiest shade of pink. It mesmerized you just how stunning he looked like this, and it satisfied you more than anything to know that you would always be the one—the only one—who could see this side of him, who could bring this side of him into view. Little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you. The way you stood there, gazing up at him with your starry eyes slightly watery from your orgasm, your dress torn and crumpled, your skin marked and claimed. He could easily go for another round—or three—if you let him.

“You okay?” He asked as he swatted the stray strands out of your eyes, helping you with your dress before he fixed his own attire. You nodded a bit drunkenly, and he let out another chuckle before planting a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m sorry for ruining your dress.”

“And my panties,” you added, snatching the torn fabric away from your heel. You stared flatly at it, your tone monotonous when you said, “Unbelievable. This is the third time, Jinwoo. Three times you’ve done this to me."

He was embarrassed by it. So cute. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not sorry,” you teased him with a poke on his cheek. “Buy me another one? The dress, I mean. I don’t trust you with my lingerie after what you bought me last time.”

He laughed softly at the memory. “I’ll buy you the prettiest one. Promise.” Brushing a light kiss on your temple, he spoke his worry once more. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?” 

The genuine concern in his tone caused your joy to unfold. In all honesty, yes, he did, but every pain was welcomed—no, every pain was desired, and you wished you could have more. More consuming kisses that left your lips swollen. More love bites on your neck that would last until he returned home. More bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he was holding you. It felt nice to be dominated, to be owned, to be so wanted by your husband that he lost control of himself, of his mind. 

“What?” Jinwoo raised a brow, looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” you replied with a sheepish smile, stroking his cheek. But with him looking at you with such confusion in his eyes, you felt like you owed him the truth. “I just realized you never fucked me this way before, and it scares me just how much I enjoyed it.”

He blushed at your words, so fervently that you wondered if this was the same man who had just mounted you like a beast in heat a moment ago. But then he laughed, the sound so delicate and pretty in your ears. “I was going to apologize for being carried away, but…” He bent his head down, bringing himself to your eye level as a smirk crept up his lips. “If that’s what you’re into, then I have so much more in store for you.”

You swallowed, your skin tingling with excitement at the thought. “W-we can try that after you get home. Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

“Shit, you’re right.” As unbelievable as it was, he had truly forgotten about it. Jinwoo hastily rummaged through his pocket for his car key, racing against time. “Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” He kissed you quickly, almost making you stumble from how fast he was grabbing your face. “Goodbye, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jinwoo, wait,” you giggled, tugging him back by his arm. “You got my lipstick all over you.” You rubbed your thumb over his lips, trying to wipe off the red stain. “And your hair’s mess. Do you have a comb with you?”

“It’s all right, I love it like this.” He tossed you a boyish smile. “It feels like I’m carrying a part of you with me, like some kind of proof that reminds me of what we just did.” He then continued in a whisper, his smirk grazing your earlobe. “The same way you’re carrying a part of me… inside you.”

You grew mortified, all due to his words and the feeling of his essence seeping out of you. You could feel it trickling down your thigh before you squeezed your legs together, face aflame. “Leave. Now.” You whirled his body around, shoving him forward. “And tell your shadow soldiers to help me change the lights. I can’t believe you used your skill for that.”

He tossed you a grin over his shoulder. “Gotta make the best use of what I have, Sweetheart.” 

“I don’t think Igris would be happy to know that you’re using Ruler's Hand for sex.”

“Oh, baby, trust me, if I were planning to use Ruler’s Hand for sex, bursting lightbulbs would be at the bottom of the list.” His smirk carried the promise of something lewd, something naughty. “And also, if I’m happy, all my soldiers are happy, Igris included. And I’m definitely happy right now, all thanks to my sweet girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you snorted despite heat filling your cheeks. “Now go before Jinho kills you.” 

He chortled softly, “Yes, Ma’am.” 

You watched him stride away with your hands on your hips, sighing despite the way your lips curved up in amusement. You were going to miss these little banters you have. Some parts of you still refused to let him go, but when Jinwoo rolled down his window, giving you one last smile with one hand on the steering wheel, all you could say was, “Come home to me, darling.”

“I will, baby.”

And as he drove into the night, disappearing from your sight and leaving your heart lamenting in your chest, you knew you had no choice but to put your faith in him. This wouldn’t be the last time you see him. It would never be. Jinwoo would make sure of that.

Because if he had to watch the world burn for it, for you, then so be it. 

Heaven or hell, Gods or the Devils, I’ll destroy them all.

As long as I can come home to you, Sweetheart, nothing else matters. ***

Prompt for dc x dp crossover

Danny’s in Gotham for whatever reason be it school, work, or just for the weekend. His core by this point is fully developed and just projects calm & safety constantly cause he is constantly in a hero position back in Amity and both help him deal with people and ghosts. (Working doubly so for ghosts/ectoplasmic creatures cause they tend to need to feel it strongly for it to work on them). Anyways he comes across one of the batkids affected by the pits (Jason, Damian, Cass) who is currently very growly and violent and just yoinks them up by the back of their shirt/jacket/whatever like a disgruntled kitten.

The situation goes from a step away from violence to immediate confused and relaxed calm. Vigilante children go completely slack because WOW do they feel safe and calm right now.

Danny is too tired to notice anything other then the fact that: ghostly -> anger -> fight -> something he has to deal with

So once the area feels calm he just places whoever he grabbed gently on the ground pats their head and continues on his way. No context and by the time the bats get their heads in working order he’s already gone.

It is now a hunt to find this dude while Danny barely misses running into them by complete coincidence. He has no idea what he started and doesn’t even really remember the event cause he’s done that exact thing to calm situations down so many times in Amity that it doesn’t even register as something important to remember.

The batkids are actively pulling all the stops and just failing to find this guy. Bruce is not even involved it’s just the kids.

Does anyone every use Second Person Pronouns but Third Person Omnipotency for their writing? Cuz I’m realizing I do that a lot lol

If you don’t know what I mean, I’m basically talking about something like this:

“You were settled on the couch while the two walked up the stairs to reach the apartment. They had the bags from the market hanging from both of their hands. When they reached the door and pushed it open, they found you snoring lightly with the TV still playing, a rerun of a show neither of them recognized.

“I’ll get her to bed if you put the groceries away, yea?” He received a quiet nod and took the bags to the kitchen as she walked forward to turn off the TV and scoop you into her arms gently as to not wake you.„

Does anyone else do this? I realized that this has just,,, become,,, my writing style ;-;