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avatarrecom · 7 months

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Day 10: Hunter/Prey

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. As you can see, I got carried away with Miles 😂.

If you've read my kinktober masterlist, you know that I wasn't comfortable with the original propmt, knife kink, so I came up with this prompt, which is heavily inspired by “Colonel’s Orders” by @whxre-bxby.

Also, I skipped Fike, because I couldn't come up with something for him for the life of me

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🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch You were running through the trees as fast as you could, breathing heavily. The sun was setting quickly, casting a beautiful mix of amber and orange colors. No matter how much time he gave you, he was always faster and an expert at tracking. You were screwed. And strangely, you were okay with it. The only indication that Miles had started searching for you was the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. One moment, you were running, and the next, you were forcefully pushed against a nearby tree, the rough bark scratching against your front. Miles pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arms around you. You took a shaky breath. And then Miles let out a fucking growl. A deep, soul-splitting growl escaped from his chest as he held you tightly against the tree. "And where did you think you were going?" You tried to answer, but he silenced you by placing his hand over your mouth. "Shhh, Darlin’, I've got you now, don't I?" He emphasized his point by grinding against your backside, pushing your cheek against the tree bark. "You're mine now," Miles said in a low, dark voice as his hand explored your body, slipping under your shirt. "Nowhere to hide... nothing to hide..." His lips brushed against your neck, leaving bruises and marks as he leisurely played with your body however he pleased. "I could do whatever I wanted right now, couldn't I?" It was true, and the thought only made you feel hotter as Miles undid the button on your pants. Miles's lips trailed along your ear, his voice gravelly. "How about I find out how loud I can make you scream when I fuck you right here in the dirt?"

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet "Gotcha." That's the last thing you hear as Lyle tackles you hard, his big body crashing into yours. You hit the dirty ground, and without wasting a second, he rips off your pants and underwear. His cock glides against your wet folds, already slick from the thrilling chase, and a whimper escapes your lips. In one smooth move, he thrusts himself inside you, and the slight pain of the stretch is nothing compared to the incredible pleasure of him hitting that sweet spot right away. "Next time, run faster, babe," he growls.

🍬 Recom Z-dog So, you were running through the forest with Z-dog hot on your heels. It was supposed to be a training session, but you could tell it was turning into something more for her. "You think you can outrun me, babe? Don't worry, I'll catch you." And catch you she did. You couldn't help but let out a moan as she pinned you down on the forest floor and started getting handsy with your pants. Her fingers were driving you wild as they teased the sides of your thighs, right up next to your cunt. "Z, please..." you whispered, but she just looked up at you with a wicked grin. "Oh, honey. You don't get to call the shots here."

🥽 Recom Walker She's totally into playing a game of hunter and prey. It's like, when she hears your heartbeat and those cute little breaths you take while you're trying to hide among the trees, it really gets her adrenaline going. And hey, if by some miracle you manage to win, she'll let you be in charge for the night. But if you lose, well, you're at her complete mercy until you can't handle it anymore.

😎 Recom Mansk Hunting someone down is totally a guilty pleasure. The thrill of the chase just amps him up, and no matter where you hide in the forest, he's got a nose and ears that never fail to pick you up among the forest smells and sounds. He gets a bit rougher after he catches you and fucks the life outta you, but don't worry, he always checks if you're alright. And hey, if you're cool with it, he might even leave a bite or mark as a souvenir.

🧯 Recom Prager Initially, he was unaware that this was considered a kink. When Miles explained the training exercise to him and when he found out that he got to chase you, he was ecstatic. It made him all riled up, which you and your other lovers noticed. It wasn't until someone told him that he realized the nature of his desires. He definitely enjoys the thrill of chasing you, exerting effort to catch up, but always knowing he can easily capture you within a minute. The sensation of hunting his prey exhilarates him, leading to him going all out in bed like there's no tomorrow. Trust me, you won't be able to walk straight for a while after that.

⚕️ Recom Ja When he catches you, he's got this huge grin on his face. And his tail, man, it's sweeping around him like you've never seen before. He's totally in his element. He grabs your chin and plants this deep, passionate kiss on you. His teeth lightly graze your lips, giving you this tingling, stinging sensation. And then, out of nowhere, he tears your clothes apart and he innocently goes, "Oops, my bad!" Next thing you know, he pulls you onto his lap and tells you to hold onto the tree behind you. He starts trailing kisses down from your chest all the way down to your cunt. And let me tell you, he's so damn good at it that you can't help but squirm with pleasure. He's got such a tight grip on your hips, making sure you can't move much. After that, he pushes you down to the ground and starts grinding against you for a bit. And then he thrusts into you with all his might, going at it like a wild animal. He's got a firm hold on the back of your head, and you can hear him panting above you.

🧢 Recom Brown When he finally catches you, he jumps on you and rolls around for a bit before pinning you down with a huge grin on his face like he just won the lottery. "Gotcha!" he says before kissing you like you're the only thing that matters. Then he scoops you up in his arms and takes you to a private spot. As a reward for catching you, he asks you to suck his dick. He loves the way your mouth feels on him and just watching you do it is one of his favorite things. Once you've got him nice and wet, he wastes no time in fucking you hard and holding you down so he can feel every inch of you. It's pure bliss for him.

📿 Recom Lopez Before you know it, he's got you in his grasp, using sneaky moves to take you down and tie you up with a rope. He's into a little rough play, so he gives you a good spanking and enjoys the sounds you make. Once you're all tied up, he starts stripping you down, even ripping your clothes off if he has to. But don't worry, the ropes are comfy and don't hurt. He even takes the time to pleasure you a bit, telling you how hot you look all tied up. And if you make some good noises, he'll make you feel even better. Before you know it, he's going at it with wild abandon, using those ropes to hold you in place and give you the ride of your life. It's like he's barely holding on to his self-control as he takes you to new heights.

⛓️ Recom Fike Sorry, but I honestly can’t see him being into this. I’ll edit this post if I do come up with something.

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little-diable · 1 year

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Take me Home - Dean Winchester (smut)

Inspired by the song "Take me Home" by Kameron Marlowe. I don't know why, but this is such a 'Dean song' for me. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A fight finally forces Dean to tell the reader about his feelings for her.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.8k words)

I don't wanna be here anymore, I'm tired of all these buildings, and the people that fill their hollow floors

The sun was painting the sky dark orange, forcing (y/n) to stare at the passing by clouds and the horizon, telling stories she wouldn’t pick up on if she didn’t pay enough attention. Silence engulfed her and Dean, no word rolled off his tongue, eyes set stoically ahead. They were leaving another godforsaken town, not daring to speak of the creatures they killed, the blood that had been shed and the words Dean had screamed at (y/n).

Anger still flushed through his veins, a biting emotion he didn’t dare swallow down just yet. It had always been easier to be mad at her, to curse and scold her, than admit that he felt something by far deeper for (y/n). His jaw muscles were ticking, trying to stop himself from giving into the words he wanted to speak, unable to understand why she had tried to gamble with her life, for the sake of his.

By now Dean should be all too used to her tricks, the games she kept playing with those they were hunting down, and yet he still found himself confused every single time. Perhaps Dean couldn’t understand that somebody would trade their own life for his, not used to feeling this kind of love. Perhaps Dean couldn’t bear the thought of living a life without (y/n) by his side, even though he couldn’t show his love for her like he wanted to.

Whatever it was, Dean was in deep, pulled in further into the darkness as if a nightmare had its grasp on him, not allowing the hunter to wake.

“What is that?” (Y/n) broke the silence, listening to the unfamiliar sounds Baby was making. Her eyes tried to find Dean’s, hoping that he could tell her what was going on, why the car was slowing down. But Dean didn’t reply, curses rolled off his tongue, parking the Impala on the side of the road before they’d be forced to stop in the middle of it.

All (y/n) could do was watch Dean step out into the evening, popping open the hood of his car to figure out what had happened. (Y/n)’s thoughts were racing, watching him work with his arms exposed, flexing his muscles with every movement left her trembling, thighs unconsciously pressed together. Her blood grew hotter, pumping through her veins as if the devil himself was chasing every plasma cell, making her awfully aware of the feelings Dean elicited inside of her.

She watched him reach for his phone, calling whoever was close to help him with the Impala, “Can I do something?” (Y/n) murmured as she stepped out of Baby, arms wrapped around herself. The evening was colder than expected, making her shake with every blow of the cold wind. For a second their eyes met, allowing Dean to take in her frame, eyes wandering to her hands, how they stroked up and down her arms to try and warm herself up.

“Get back into the car, I can’t have you growing sick.” His voice dripped with annoyance, forcing a deep sigh out of (y/n). Her patience was wearing thin, not understanding why Dean was acting like that, wondering if he’d ever give in and treat her with some kind of kindness lingering in his actions.

“Can you stop treating me like a child for once?” Her snarky words forced Dean to halt in his movements, body now fully turned towards her.

“Well, maybe if you’d stop acting like a fucking child I’d be able treat you like an adult.” She had her teeth buried in her lower lip, not expecting the sudden outburst of his. He was running on anger, unable to see clear as his vision grew more blurry, body guided by his emotions. “I’m sick of you acting like that, you should have stayed with Sam.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Without my help you’d be buried six feet under by now.” (Y/n) took a step closer, hand gripping Dean’s wrist to stop him from turning away once again. Something dark was lingering in his green pupils, something that made her tremble in confusion, unable to understand why Dean was acting like this.

“At least I’d be able to stop worrying about you. Fuck. Do you know how exhausting it is to be around you, to worry about everything you do, because I can’t bear the thought of seeing you getting hurt?” Dean’s words were met with silence, forcing his eyes to momentarily flutter shut. He had hoped that he’d be able to stop himself from ever speaking those words, not wanting to embarrass himself like that – well aware that his feelings weren't reciprocated by (y/n), at least that's what he kept telling himself.

"What? Why would you worry about that? We’re hunters for fuck’s sake, Dean. I’m bound to get hurt.” She loosened her grip on his wrist, only to step even closer, not giving Dean a chance to run from this very conversation. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as it got harder for her to breathe.

“Not as long as I can protect you. I can’t watch you get hurt, let alone let you try to sacrifice yourself for my life.” It was a whisper, one with the cold breeze. But now it finally made sense to (y/n), forcing a smile to widen on her lips, hand cupping his cheeks. She stood close enough to take in his freckles, splattered on his cheeks and nose like a galaxy full of stars, telling a story of their own.

They love to leave you when you're down, but want to hitch a ride when you take flight

“Dean,” she murmured his name, eyes flickering back up to meet his. “Kiss me.”

It took him a second to snap into motion, unsure if (y/n) had truly asked him to kiss her. He kissed her with some kind of urgency she had never experienced before, communicating every emotion lingering in their system, the need they had buried years ago, praying that they’d find each other and their racing hearts some day.

Dean didn’t part from her, not as he closed the hood of Baby, not as he pushed (y/n) against the car. His hands wandered down her sides, burying his fingers in her clothed flesh to reassure himself that she was actually right there with him. Their tongues met, slow at first, not daring to rush the new sensation, though the second a soft moan rumbled through (y/n), Dean wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, forcefully tugging her even further against his body.

“I,” a heavy breath spluttered from her lips, followed by a soft chuckle. “I’ll always try to sacrifice myself for you, Dean. As long as you feel the need to protect me, I’ll feel the same need for you.”

A groan rumbled through Dean, forcing a throaty “We’ll talk about this later” from his plush lips before he kissed her once again. It felt as if they were guided by a poison, a spell unleashed upon their body and soul to force them closer. There was no running, no breaking from whatever had its grasp on their flesh cages, made for one another by the spirits guiding them.

“I reckon we’ll be here for a while, huh?” He watched her with twinkling eyes, how she tilted her head from left to right, making sure that they were alone – counting on the fact that no other car had passed them for the past hours – before she sank to her knees. The street felt cold beneath her clothed knees, making her awfully aware of the bruises that would soon form, and yet (y/n) would do it all again – just to see the surprise arise in Dean’s green pupils.

I know I'll find myself again if I just left this place, I hate feeling like I'm someone that I've never been before

“Christ, are you sure?” Dean’s murmurs only spurred her on, hands working on his belt, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his jeans. She didn’t reply, at least not verbally. And all Dean could do was watch her spit into her palm, wrap her fingers around his cock and start pumping him. He didn’t hold back with his groans and moans, admiring her kneeling frame and the desperation swimming in her pupils.

“Can I?” He almost missed her whimper, mind focused on the feeling of her hand, how she added more pressure to her touch. And with a small nod shot her way, (y/n) parted her lips, sucking on the tip of his cock before she tried to take more of him. He felt heavy on her tongue, making the corners of her mouth burn, a feeling now engrained in her brain, forever remembering this very moment.

“Fuck, like that, should have known that you’re good at this.” Dean’s praises wrapped themselves around (y/n) like a blanket, keeping her warm and protected, even with the cold lingering on her exposed limbs like raindrops not daring to evaporate. Their eyes met every now and then, hers glassy, his full of secrets she eventually would uncover.

A galaxy was living inside the forest green eyes that stared down on her, making her homesick for a life they could have already been lived many months ago.

She pulled away for a moment, needing to catch her breath. A string of saliva dripped from her chin, a sight that would forever rush through his thoughts, making him hard just from thinking of (y/n) on her knees for him.

He twitched inside her mouth, begging her to keep up with the fast pace of her bobbing mouth and her pumping hands. Soon he’d fill her mouth, allowing her to taste him with moans spluttering from her lips, one with the emotions filling their bodies. Dean’s head rolled back as he came, pumping her mouth full with his release, forcing her to swallow every drop.

“I’ll never let you go again, I hope you know that.” Dean pulled (y/n) to her feet, lips crashing against hers. He could taste himself on her tongue, making an unfamiliar kind of pride arise in his system. “Get back into the car, I’m not done with you.”

I hate feeling like I'm someone that I've never been before, take me home to Carolina, I don't wanna be here anymore

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester imagine #supernatural imagine

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ithaquasbbg · 4 months

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Can u do aesop carl x survivor s/o who's a ballet dancer but is quite arrogant and could be selfish at times? Have a good day <3 !

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Selfish - Aesop x reader

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Type : oneshot (enemies to lovers!!!!!)

Content warnings : Injury (can you tell I have a fav trope?)

Extra : I hc Aesop as having been a ballet dancer at a young age as an outlet (check his dance emote!!!!). Use of the word pretty as a gender neutral compliment

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When you first arrived at the manor, Aesop was by all means, not the most fond of you. Due to your arrogance, he’d actively avoid you in matches. Most people at the manor have tolerated your behavior, especially during matches. Though Aesop wouldn’t at all.

The first time he speaks to you is unpleasant to say the least, as he’s met face to face with your attitude. “Put me down you dirty!-” You start to yell as Aesop runs away from the Hunter, who has been preoccupied by the painter while he gets you to safety. Within a split second, you feel a cold and gloved hand covering your mouth. “I did you a favor, if you were that special the hunter wouldn’t have caught you in the first place.”

His words are.. quite harsh to say the least, and offend you greatly. How dare this embalmer tell you that you’re not special?! Though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little interested in Aesop. So against your best judgement you head to his room after the match, having to begrudgingly ask the other residents of the manor where it was.

Aesop is definitely surprised to see you, but it doesn’t see like a pleasant surprise. As you rant to him about how unacceptable his behavior towards you in the match was, you’re met with the door being shut in your face “come back when you can act as high class as you think you are.” And with that, you’re left to storm off to your room.

For your own pride, you refuse to speak to Aesop until a match a few weeks later, beat up and injured so badly you couldn’t walk yourself out of the exit gate. The Hunter is approaching you as you attempt to crawl your way towards the exit gate. Your other teammates had attempted to delay him to no avail. Just when you’re about to give up and stop moving, you feel a familiar cold pair of hands picking you up and rushing towards the exit, just barely making it out with you.

You’re too tired to even demand him to put you down, simply grimacing at the fact that you had to be helped by somebody like Aesop. You’re too weak to register you’re back in the manor until you feel a cold towel wiping an injury in your abdomen. “Hold still, you’ve already caused me enough trouble today.” The person cleaning your wounds is to your dismay none other than Aesop carl.

“…you’re hurting me-” you whimper, voice straining at how hard you’re trying not to scream out. “I didn’t injure you, if anything you should be thanking me for fixing up the injuries you got on your own.” His tone isn’t malicious, rather just factual as he wraps the wound on your stomach, moving on to the one on your thigh.

You look down at what he’s doing, only to see yourself dressed in an unfamiliar shirt, one that almost undoubtedly belonged to the embalmer. “Before you ask, it was Emily who helped me change you, I didn’t do it myself.” Aesop looks up at you? Meeting your gaze briefly before returning to cleaning your wounds once more.

“It’s a shame really” he starts, holding your leg down so he can clean it without you moving. “Miss Dyer said you’re unlikely to walk or dance much until this is healed. You are a pretty dancer, whether I like you or not.” Taken back by surprise, you’re unable to muster up any words, grabbing onto the Embalmers free hand tightly as he continues to bandage you up.

Eventually he finishes up, taking his gloves off and leaving to wash his hands, returning not long after and sitting down next to you on his bed. “I told Emily I would watch over you until you’re recovered. Your attitude may be horrible but you don’t deserve to be left alone in pain.” He stares at your bruised and bandaged body, looking up at your face as he sighs, grabbing a wet towel and wiping the dirt and dried blood off of it.

“Do you need painkillers?” He asks out of the blue, to which you shake your head quickly. The embalmer had a reputation for having unorthodox pain management methods, and you didn’t want to be another one of the victims to such. Though, despite the morbid rumors about the young man in front of you, he seemed oddly tantalizing, now that you no longer had any anger towards him.

Perhaps your exhaustion played a roll in the way you so willingly lean into him, ignoring how the man tenses up in surprise. “Go to sleep, you need it to recover.” He mutters, gently pushing you off of his shoulder and onto the pillows. “And if you’re worried that I will embalm you, I wouldn’t do it without a reason.”

That relaxes you a little, whether or not it should or if you should trust Aesop so easily. When you wake up the next morning to find that he was actually telling the truth about not embalming you, and instead sleeping on an armchair on the opposite side of the room, you begin to think that he may not be as insufferable as you thought.

“Or at least.. if I need to stick with him while I recover I should try and get along.” You think, grimacing at the fact you would even think of Aesop that highly after he had been so rude days prior. Unwilling to wake the young man who looked exhausted, you observe the parts of his room within eyesight. The thing that catches your eye is a vase full of lovely yellow roses and a photo of a young looking version of Aesop on stage.

“The flowers are pretty, don’t you think?” He asks, causing you to jolt up in surprise. “You used to dance?” Aesop looks at you in surprise for a moment, then at the photo next to the vase before sighing. “A long time ago, it wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.” You’re too tired still to press further, simply giving him a hum of acknowledgement before returning to looking around the room.

“I expected it to smell terribly in here.” You laugh, “with you being an embalmer and all, I expected it to be disgusting in here.” Aesops response to your statement is something in between a scoff and a laugh, though he turns to face you quite quickly. “I don’t like messy places, why make it harder to navigate in here?” The hours after this pass in comfortable silence, occasional small talk from now and then in an attempt to make the atmosphere less awkward.

Hours turn to weeks before you know it, even after you had recovered, you still made a point to visit Aesop daily. It turned into some sort of connection, though you would never admit to it out loud. “He does have a charm to him, though a strange one.” You mumble to yourself, caught in your own thoughts one night as you practice a dance routine in the manors ballroom.

“A charm?” You turn around to find the familiar face of the embalmer, a small smirk on his face, something you had come to learn was quite common on him. “Well-” you’re cut off by his gloved finger shushing you, hearing a laugh that gave you butterflies in your stomach. “Tell me, (name), what’s so appealing to you?”

His question catches you off guard and you stumble over incoherent words in an attempt to explain yourself to him. Eventually, you see him pull out a lovely yellow rose, one that looks like it had just been picked from the garden. “I came to ask you something about that, actually.” You raise an eyebrow, blushing as you take the rose from him. “I see you dancing every night. You look pretty.”

“I want to dance with you.” He says bluntly, the expression on his face clearly showing the truthfulness to his words. “Why?” You inquire, trying to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot in front of the man before you.

“I already said you’re pretty, and even with your occasional awful attitude I find you quite entertaining to be around.” Slowly, you grab his hands and lead him to the floor of the ballroom, guiding him to dance with you. “Is this some kind of confession?” You ask him, hoping that it truly was.

“Yes, was it not obvious enough?” You laugh in response to his question, pulling Aesop closer to you and spinning around happily. Slowly, you feel his hands wrapping around your waist and guiding you instead in a way that makes your heart beat out of your chest. “Should I kiss you instead to make it more obvious?”

And with that, you grab him by the shirt collar, pulling the embalmer close to you and kissing him. “Did I Answer your question?”

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ct-sxphdjarin · 3 years

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⭕️BAD BATCH SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE BAD BATCH PLEASE AVOID THIS POST⭕️

Let me just say that the amount of serotonin and pain this premier gave me was just- almost overwhelming but i fucking loved it omg. I love seeing how they interact, how they do normal things, how they act human and not like some overpowered super humans that everyone loves. Hunter, his confusion and knowing somethings up. I love how you could see the gears turning in his head, how he assessed and tried to figure it all out. Him being unsure of Omega at first, but knowing that she was one of them and needed to be saved. Crosshair and his uncertainty and being not himself. The team can totally tell and they know somethings up. I really want him to have a redemption arc. Tech. Oh my god i could talk about Tech for hours but, his character was spot on. Absolutely perfect. He’s so blunt and reserved, familiar and knows what to expect. He processes quickly and accidentally assumes everyone’s on the same page sometimes, and other times, makes sure that the few lacking know what’s up. He makes me so happy. Wrecker, OMG THIS CUTIE. My favorite himbo of all time. His plushy, his confusion with words, he’s slow, but he gets there and when he does he’s so powerful. Kindof struggles with personal space but ik the team doesn’t mind. Echo, omg. He’s so cool. He’s been through the shit, he knows how this goes. Yet, it’s all knew to him at the same time. I cant wait for some character development, i don’t even know if he needs any but if they give him some, i wouldn’t mind(: Omega, jeez this kid, i already love her so much. Her mocking copying Hunter made me smile so fucking much i cannot explain. I cant wait to see their relationship develop, i’m so excited for some Dad or, Papa Hunter, or Hunter’buir as @a-lil-perspective likes to call him-(which i’m absolutely in love with and may or may not call him that on a regular basis) Love these boys with all my heart and i’m so worried for cross. That chip enhancer looked pretty painful. I definitely ugly cried shed a tear once or twice.

I’ll probably post some more about them later and my favorite parts, but ik a lot of people are gonna get there before me so i’ll probably just add onto those posts if that’s alright(:

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Full Mast

Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a mutiny... what will your husband do to save you from the pirates grasp?

Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader.

A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.

Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Very Dubious Consent, Dub-con, public fingering, public sex, shackles, imprisonment, very corny word choices that echo back to the romance novels.

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You resisted the strong arms that pulled you along, the rough blindfold shielding you from your destination, and yet you could hear the call of the gulls so you knew you were near to the shoreline. The cloth tied tightly around your mouth to gag you overwhelmed your senses, the rich musk of male sweat reminding you in no uncertain terms that these were far from civilised men that had snatched you away from your husbands rose garden as you’d been quietly cutting blooms in the dewy morning light.

The ground beneath your feet changed from loose earth to cobblestones, and you could smell the stench of the docks; of the gutted fish and the slop buckets, of the morning after the night before sailors' tavern. You had never been inside but had heard tales of the men that frequented it; dark and dangerous, men that circled the globe as well as the law. Your husband had regaled you with stories of such men, no doubt to frighten you from wandering off, but the man your father had arranged for you to be married to was but two generations your senior, old enough to be your grandfather, and rarely finished a story without veering off to start another. You’d had no say in the matter, the Lord had paid your father a princely sum for your hand in marriage, ignoring your pleas and protests. It had been three months since your father had hopped upon a spice ship returning to Europe with his gold, forgetting about his only daughter.

“Almost there” a gruff voice uttered, and you were suddenly hoisted over a wide shoulder

“Mmmmfff!” you exclaimed around the gag, but your protests were not heard as the men climbed the gangplank and aboard a vessel. Soon you were tied and thrown into a small room, left alone in the darkness as you heard the ship being prepared for sail.

The ship was on the open water when you were pulled out into the bright daylight, having managed to work the blindfold lose you were now wishing it was still in place, the bright carribean morning sunshine now blinding you as it glinted on the crystal blue waters. Big men stared hungrily at you as you were dragged across the deck to a small staircase that led up to the ships wheel and that’s when you saw him;

“Captain! Here she is!”

The big man at the wheel grinned, his bushy beard and cropped hair doing little to distract you from his piercing blue eyes that shone with a marked interest. Nodding to a young dark haired man he handed the control of the wheel over before quickly descending the stairs and landing steadily on his booted feet just inches from where you stood. With a toothy grin he looked down at you, his gaze falling to your heaving bosom where the stays of your corset had become loose in the struggle, licking his lips before he addressed one of the men gripping your arms;

“Well ain’t she a peach… caught a good one here Constable”

Your attention snapped to the man at your side and you suddenly realised who he was; Walter Marshall; the town constable. His wild and unruly hair and stone cold stare had kept order in town for as long as you’d lived on the island, but you recalled the last town meeting that had been held at your husband’s mansion had been far from smooth, with a number of towns people getting into a heated argument with the lords and gentry, Constable Marshall being one of them.

“You can still smell the roses on her Sy” the man on your other side commented.

The Captains beard tickled your cheek as he leaned forwards and inhaled, his nose brushing against your bare neck and sending a shiver down your spine, the whimper that escaped your throat barely audible and yet he pulled back, a faint look of surprise on his face that was quickly replaced with a smirk;

“She might be smellin’ of sumthin’ else once we’re done with her” he paused and nodded to the man on your other side; “Walker, shackle her to the rigging chest, we’ll be in the shadows of horseshoe cove shortly until it's time to do the sail past… her husband will realise paying the towns folk their dues is the only way to ensure he can live his idyllic life”

An hour of being chained to the enormous storage chest had given you time to watch the goings on of the ship, the way the men worked together, and you’d learned a thing or two about what had seemed to be your boring and idyllic island life had in fact been a town of corruption and mutiny. Captain Syverson had been a Navy Captain, retired once injured but seemingly now fully healed. Walker had been Infantry with the Fusiliers and was a crack shot with both a pistol and a rifle. Of course you already knew of Constable Marshall, and from eavesdropping the conversations you’d learned that they had scuttled the entire islands ships; anything the gentry owned was out of service and unable to sail. With the fishing fleet having left for open waters at dawn there wasn’t a single seaworthy vessel left on the island. Covert operations had meant the fuses for the island’s canons had all been removed in the dead of night, meaning a quick attack would be out of the question. Captain Syverson planned to sail just out of shot reach of your husbands mansion, the ransom note having already been delivered that morning an hour after your disappearance, and only the sign of a yellow flag being waved would ensure your safe return.

When the dark haired deck hand suddenly came to sit next to you, you were surprised as he started to remove the scarf that still acted as a gag;

“Don’t scream, ok? Capt’n has told me to make sure you drink, he doesn’t want you passing out from thirst”

You nodded and the younger man carefully untied the scarf, before taking the earthenware flagon and lifted it to your lips, the cool ale it held soothing your parched throat. Tipping it a little too much it spilled from your mouth and onto your chest, his eyes going wide in fear;

“I… I can’t touch you… Captain’s orders”

“It’ll dry, its hot out today”

“You’re surprisingly unafraid”

“Should i be afraid?”

He shrugged;

“Dunno. I’m Mikey by the way”

“Aren’t you a little young to be a Pirate?”

Mikey shrugged;

“I guess it was just the inevitable”

Through the conversation that followed you found yourself telling him all about yourself; how your father had basically sold your hand, how your husband was literally only on paper, having far more predilection for the handsome young footman than for you. Mid sentence the Captain’s voice boomed across the deck;

“Mikey! Back to work!”

“Yes Capt’n”

When you heard the bells chime of the church on the hill to say it was noon you were moved, the ship sailing around the side of the island and into position 100ft from the shoreline of your husband’s property. With your arms pulled above your head, you were tied to the base of the mast, the big captain coming to stand at your side, his eyes glancing at your breasts as they threatened to spill from your corset that had become loose and had slid down your ribcage.

“What do you see Walker?”

Peering through the spyglass the moustached man paused before he spoke;

“No yellow flag Captain… wait a moment... they’re using semaphores” He was referring to the message flags that the Navy used to send messages from passing ship to passing ship, each small triangular flag each meaning a different seafaring reference; “Hang on… ‘No duties owed’”

The Captain roared and grabbed the spyglass, peering through before grunting and handing it back;

“Lets see if we can change his mind, eh?”

Pulling his knife from his thigh holster he hooked the blade beneath the stays of your corset, tearing the garment in two and watching as it fell to the deck at your feet, your breasts now on full show and greeted with a wild cheer from the crew. Syverson turned to Walker;

“How about now?”

He peered through the spyglass before letting out a defeated sigh;

“Same again… no duties owed”

“So, he’s sticking to his guns… let’s kick this up a level”

Turning back to you he smirked;

“This ain't personal sweetheart…”

To your surprise the big man started to gather your skirts, your eyes wide as he pulled up your petticoats and his large hand slid between your silky thighs, finding you without your undergarments and he cocked an eyebrow;

“Your men found me before I had dressed fully for the day”

“I ain’t complainin’ sweetheart, makes it easier to find…”

His hand found your petals and you groaned quietly as he discovered you slick and ready, his calloused fingers seeking out your clit before he slid two into your velvet channel, filling you more than your own fingers ever had;

“Tight little thing, aren’t ya? Your husband got a small dick?”

You turned your head to face him, emboldened by the wanton display;

“I wouldn’t know, i’ve never seen it”

The Captain froze;

“Fuck”

His hand stopped, still inside you and you could feel your walls trembling with excitement around his digits as his men approached, Walker and Marshall both having heard your admission;

“Sy… we gotta continue, we’re owed for three months pay from the Lord…”

He nodded to the mansion;

“What’s the message?”

Checking again, Walker sighed;

“Return Cargo. No duties owed”

The Captain roared with anger;

“The fucking bastard! Every single man on this ship is owed half a years wages, and for what? Keeping his idyllic island life”

The look on his face had changed, and you finally saw the Pirate in him as he approached you, wrapping a big hand around the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. When you willingly opened your mouth and your tongue pushed against his it gave him the green light to go ahead, his body pressing you to the mast and you could feel his hardness pressing against the thin layers of your petticoats. With a flurry of hands he pulled your skirts up and unbuttoned his breaches, revealing his fat length, almost as thick as your wrist and patterned with veins.

You may never have lain in the marital bed or known the intimate touch of a man, but you had sought your own pleasure with your fingers and even the occasional candle from your husbands drawing room. But you’d never had anything as large as the Captains throbbing length inside you. You hooked your leg over his hip, pulling him close even though your hands were still tied, and let out a cry of pleasure as his hot flesh speared your soaked cavern.

Syverson ravaged you against the mast, fucking you with such a fury that you could feel your body start to tighten around him, and with a cry you came, pressing your head back against the hard wood, a blissful smile across your face as you had your first ever orgasm that you hadn’t given yourself. You were vaguely aware of him pulling out, fisting his shaft and spilling his seed over your bare thighs, before your skirts were dropped and he was fastening himself back into his breeches;

“Well?” the Captain demanded of his men.

Constable Marshall cleared his throat;

“There’s a new semaphore… Cargo Abandoned”

“HE WHAT?” you spat out, filled with anger that your husband would just leave you to the Pirates.

“Very well” Syverson nodded; “Hoist the mainsail, we sail for Kingstown”

He turned to you whilst addressing his men;

“Get her down and have her taken to my cabin” he turned to you; “You ever sailed before?”

“Spent a decade on spice ships Captain” to which he nodded.

“At least you have your sea legs then”

Mikey had unshackled you and was stripping himself of his vest, helping you to slip it onto your arms so you could cover your naked chest.

“Michael?” the captain boomed; “... find her some of the chests of finery we took from that French vessel a couple of months ago”

“Yes Father”

“He’s your father!?”

Mikey nodded;

“Welcome aboard The Cavillry. We’re like one big family here”

Just then the bow hit a wave as it reached the deeper waters, spray splashing up and soaking you, much to Mikey’s amusement;

“You’ll get used to being wet here”

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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Can I request 8 from the list with Tech?

Stop Thinking

Ahh yes!

Tech x Reader: "No, no- I liked it."

Warnings: slight cursing

Tech licked his lips. Squinting with furrowed brows as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was feeling self conscious about himself, and it didn't help you and the others decided to head for 79s. A place full of regs.. Normal clones. Perfect clones. Clones you seemed to get along with as well as you got along with him and his brothers.

"Tech, you about ready?" Your voice called from outside the door, and he felt his breath catch. "I uh, yeah, one second." He called back. Running his fingers through his hair one last time. Then slipping out of the fresher. None of you were dressed fancy. You all had your blacks on and lower armor still attached. The others already waiting outside while you stayed back for Tech.

He looked over to you. You were seated on a chair. Fixing your boots, then straightening up when you saw him trail out. "You feeling okay?" You asked. Looking at his slightly distressed form. Hands trembling a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine." You frowned. You knew he wasn't, but you didn't try and press it.

You stood up, looking up to the taller male with a small smile. "Ready then?" He nodded. You opening the door and heading out of the Marauder. Closing the door behind the two of you. He was quieter than normal as the two of you trailing behind his brothers as they bickered and rambled.

You were concerned to say the least. "It's really nice tonight, " you tried to start a conversation and he looked over. Nodding a bit. He was thankful you were trying. His mind was wandering, degrading every little thing about himself. "It really is, the stars are beautifully aligned, too." He commented, and you smiled. Looking up as the five of you went to get a cab.

You and Tech had to take a separate one. The ride was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. You were relaxed and he felt a little better just with you. You never once treated him differently for being defective. You treated him with the same respect you did other clones. If anything, you were a bit nicer to him than most. Always holding conversations, smiling his way, or going out of your way to help him. It always made his day a little brighter. Especially on days like these.

"You gunna dance with me?" You asked as you both approached 79's. You've only danced with him once. It was when you were both pretty buzzed, he was actually drunker than you. Which was a shock, but you never forgot it. It was one of the best nights of your life, and by the way he smiled fondly and his cheeks tinted pink. You were sure he at least remembered a bit of it. "Sure," you giggled a bit at that.

You walked out of the cab. Tech waiting for you to catch up with him. Two of you walking in to see the rest of the gang towards the back where they normally sat. You were going to head back there, but was stopped by the 104th. "Y/n!" Comet and Sinker nearly screamed as they ran over to you. Making you smile and snicker. Giving Tech a small glance as if to say you would join him in a bit. It didn’t take him long to disband from your side and head for the others.

You could practically feel who you assumed was Crosshair glaring daggers into the back of your skull for the five minutes you were talking to the troopers. You were just catching up, it was harmless. Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Sorry, I’m back,” you spoke with a small laugh as you sat at the booth the bad batch took over as theirs. “Welcome!” Wrecker chirped. Shoving you lightly with a snicker, and you snickered back. Eyes moving to Hunter and Crosshairs. “What..?” You spoke with a bit of a frown. “Why were you talking to them?” Cross spat, and you sighed. “Cross, I used to work for the 104th, I’m not about to ignore them. How’d you feel if I got assigned another troop and I just straight up ignored you guys?” You spat back. You noticed Hunters expression changed. He seemed to change his view point on it all, but Crosshair just scoffed.

“We should just enjoy our drinks-“ “Can it, Tech,” Cross sneered, and his eyes moved back to yours. Leaning over the table, but you didn’t back up. “They’re regs, we don’t talk to them, what part of that do you not understand?” It was your turn to lean in now. Furrowing your brow. “What part of you don’t run my life do you not understand?” You snarled. Smacking your hands on the table and standing.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wrecker asked, and you didn’t even turn to answer. “The bar.” Tech sat there and sighed. Head in hands. “They mean no harm and you know it,” “Tech we know as good as you that you feel insecure when she talks with the Regs.” Tech snapped his attention to his brother. Frown forming on his face. Nostrils flaring, “You don’t know bantha shit,” he snapped, and headed off to the bar as well.

It was nights like these he wished he was normal. Kriff, he loved his brothers, but their attitudes were always too stern and glum. He needed change, so he decided to accompany you at the bar with Comet, Sinker, Boost, Wolffe, and a few other troopers.

You noticed him approaching, smiling, but then frowning a bit. “If you came to drag me back to the table I won’t. I’m not letting Crosshairs petty attitude ruin my night.” He shook his head, fingers fiddling with the armor on his thighs. “No, I came to join you, actually.” Your smiled returned. Shoving Comet with a grin. “Move over, Tech sits by me!” Comet grumbled a bit, but did as told. “Yes, Sir,” he spoke and you rolled your eyes with a toothy grin.

“Alright Tech, this is Comet, Sinker, and Boost, that over there is Wolffe.” Everyone but Wolffe waved. “Don’t let him scare you off, he’s actually quite enjoyable.” You informed Tech with a grin. Shooting Wolffe a wink, which made the commander roll his eyes. Lips curled just shy of a smile. “Everyone, this is Tech, a good friend of mine.” He knew it shouldn’t, but you addressing him as a friend and not a coworker made his chest bubble with joy. Smiling as the others waved and welcomed him.

You, Tech, and The Wolfpack all participated in some drinking games with one another. One of them was ‘take a shot each time you could make Wolffe roll his eyes, two if he rolled his head and eyes.’ Though after some time you all moved to a different one since the buzz was hitting and Sinker was singing ‘Sweet Caroline,’ in a near scream.

You were laughing and enjoying yourself, and Tech spent most of the time looking over and studying your face. The way your nose scrunched up when you scolded one of the troopers, jokingly. The way your eyes nearly closed when you were laughing at a joke. Or even just the way your smile never seemed to faulter. This is what he wanted. He wanted an environment like this. One with you happy constantly. Where you weren’t scolding his brothers for something stupid. Or even himself. He began to wonder if you should transfer back to the 104th, or another legion in general.

His thoughts got the best of him again. Zoning out as he played with an empty shot glass on the counter. Coming back to when you nudged his side. “Hm?” “You good, Tech?” You asked, and his eyes widened. Realizing he was zoned out. He nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah uh, yeah I’m fine. I just uhm.. need some air, is all.” He spoke, turning in the chair and heading off to the doors. You weren’t about to let this slide any longer.

You jumped off your stool, heading for the door with him. Catching it before it closed. The music still able to be heard outside the door once shut. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, watching him turn around with a near hurt expression. “Don’t lie, either, I know you aren’t okay, I’ve been working around you long enough to know that.” You spoke. Approaching him a bit closer. You watched as he caved in. You could see it by the way he seemed to slump forward. His light eyes seeming to shatter. Worrying at his bottom lip.

“Y/n?..” he spoke, and you tilted your head a bit. “What is it, Techy?” You didn’t use that nickname on him much. Mainly only for your ears to hear. You weren’t sure of it at first, but he seemed to take a liking to it. Tech closing his eyes and sighing at the nickname. Then slowly opening them again. “I don’t think you belong with us.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows. He could tell his words hurt you, and he knew they would. “What?” Your voice wavered a bit. “I don’t mean it in anything against you, Kriff. You’re absolutely perfect, but you just seem so much happier with the 104th.” He told you. “I want what’s best for you, and well,” he chuckled, beginning to pace in front of you. “Quite honestly we aren’t the best. We’re stubborn, hard to work with, and quite un-enjoyable half the times.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “And you think the Wolfpack is any better? Did you see Wolffe? His scold is worse than Hunter and Crosshairs combined, and he holds a grudge as long, and if not longer than all of you. Then Sinker? Boost? Comet? For stars sake they’re a handful, they’re crazy, and chaotic, and Tech. What I’m trying to say is every clone unit has its flaws. No matter what. Whether it be the commander, Captain, General, Arc Trooper, whoever. There’s flaws in everyone.” You told him.

He stopped his pacing. Watching you as you told your spew, “and honestly, Tech. You aren’t in the authority to tell me what is good for me. I enjoy you all, even if I disagree with you all at times. I don’t expect a perfect troop. We’re in a war for makers sake,” you spoke, and noticed him shift at the mention of the war. “I enjoy all of you. Tech.. I enjoy you.” His eyes lit up at that. Then he looked back down.

“I’m not like them though, I’m blind, I can’t see without.. Without these,” he tapped his goggles. “I’m tan, sure, but I’m lighter than even my brothers and.. I stand out, and I hate it, y/n,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “I feel like I’m not good enough,” your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces at his words. Stepping closer. Pausing when he seemed to tense. Reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders as if to ground him as you looked up to him.

You just stood there, watching his eyes look over yours for a moment. Searching for an answer, like he always was. “Tech, stop thinking.” He furrowed his brow. “You’re overthinking all of this, you’re good enough, in my eyes you are.” You told him. Watching as he seemed to relax under your touch. Hands running up to rest on the sides of his neck. Thumbs rubbing his exposed skin. Making him shudder. “I don’t care if you’re different,or that you need glasses. Tech, you’re absolutely perfect to me. You’re brilliant, handsome, and a fucking badass.” You both snickered at that. Techs fingers tapping at his thighs.

“Thank you,” you smiled and nodded. “‘Course.” The both of you standing there for a second. Taking in the moment and the touch of one another. Then you made a move that you immediately blamed on the booze. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and he froze up. Eyes widening. “Sorry I-“ you blurted, taking a step back. Pulling your hands from the base of his neck, but he caught them with his. His hands carefully holding yours. “No no- I liked it,” he assured, and you both smiled. Cheeks tinted pink. “Well..” you hummed, “you still up for that dance?” He chuckled and nodded. “Always.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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God is With You, Even as You’re Sinning

Pairing | Sam Winchester x reader

Summary | it was your first time not killing a monster, and in its place, taking the life of one of your own. Guilt entraps you, and it is up to Sam to break you out of your pitiful hypnosis.

Warnings | mentions of death, blood, angst, guilt, some smut, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative unprotected sex, fingering, swearing, mentions of murder

Requested ✖️

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Fuck God. This was all his fault, everything was to be fair. He had left the world to continue on its own accord, the apocalypse threatening to spill over the planet and destroy it and all beauty that was lingering through the existence of humans.

They killed each other, and the creator of all could care less. It was his smallest problem, he didn’t mind that the murderer was succumbed to guilt, or how many restless nights that he or she endured. God was cruel, even if he held up a facade of being your ally, and trying his hardest as he supposed, to be your friend.

Your hands shook as you remembered the entailment of your mistake. It was a slip up, a vast and surreal experience that people usually learned from. But what were you supposed to do, not kill a human again? Yeah you had gotten that, after all, the initial deed had not at all been intentional.

There was the victim’s blood dried upon the outer layer of your skin, casting you in the perfect image of murderous intent. However, you had no thirst to kill, instead, your hunting of monsters, alike to many others partaking in a similar lifestyle, executed the mythical beasts to protect the human population.

It pained you truly, to know that you had killed a person. You hadn’t even spared the familiar body a second glance, and out of panic, you fled the scene, leaving the body of the city cleaner in the gutter, laying in the remnants of his friends’ and family’s waste, burying him in their crude excrement.

The thought alone, and the sight that was engrained in the peripheral of your mind had you feeling sick. Slowly, you plodded down the steps of the bunker’s entrance, surely leaving footprints trademarked in all kinds of grotesque evidence.

Without much care for what lay heavily inside, you dropped your duffel from your shoulder, allowing it to fall on the ground with a disgruntled clatter. Nothing meant anything anymore, not if you were indeed a real killer. Whilst some monsters had weaselled their way into society, ending their pathetic attempts at normality was different than taking away the life of an innocent and mortal bystander.

Often, with the darker and crueler species, there were reasons as to why they pretended to be of human birth. Mostly, it was so that they could feed from the naive flock, or kill for their own amusement. Either way, none of their reasons were good.

But now, you thought of yourself as no different than them. A creature that needed to be put down for their crimes. Filing, you breathed in, only inhaling the various moulds of putridity that was weaved into your hair, and stuck to your skin like a face mask.

“Should I call you Cassie now?” At the joke, a laugh from the speaker was triggered. He was quite amused with the sight of you, and thus, you sneered at the tall man, hating him a little bit more than usual.

“Your pop culture references aren’t appreciated Winchester, it’s more Dean’s street.” Shoving past him, his high shoulder floundered back at the harsh and ignorant impact, an expression of offence covering his stupid face. Like a fawn, he tumbled after you, watching as you walked sullenly into the kitchen, yanking the door to the fridge open, and extracting one of his brother’s store bought beers.

“I’m going to guess the hunt went bad.” Sam speculated, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, and staring expectedly down at where you popped the cap off the bottle recklessly with your teeth. He almost winced at the sight, but he wished to keep this arrogant demeanour up with you, it was a natural desire to piss you off, and he’d be pissed at himself if he let it slip out of simple pity.

“Guess correct. Well done, you’ve won a trip to Hawaii.” You waved your free hand mockingly in the air, as the other raised the liquor to your mouth, allowing you to wilfully gulp the bitter liquid down. At his presence that remained nursing over you, you cocked a brow, leaning forwards as you expectedly looked back at the moose. “Just leave me alone Sam, I’m not in the mood for putting up with your bullshit.”

He, however, seemed not to be phased by you wanting to be left alone, and instead, quickly snatched the poison out of your hand, leaving you throughly prepared to keep him right in the balls. “What the fuck?” You all but screamed at the not so jolly giant. In turn, he crossed his arms across his chest, placing the bottle down on the island.

“I could ask you the same y/n.” His tone was dominantly serious, causing you to cower back into your shroud of guilty conscience. “Tell me what happened on that hunt, of which i told you that you shouldn’t have went on alone, since you wouldn’t have been able to handle it solo.”

You felt demeaned by his words, they sparked an anger out from the firm pit of your stomach. But you knew deep down, he was getting through to you, which was something that you had not managed to even do by yourself. Air heavily passed through and out of your nostrils, as acidic tears pooled in your eyes; a crack was falling down your walls, and out of all people, it was Sam Winchester whom had caused it.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have gone alone, but you know what, I thought of what a Winchester would do. And then I remembered, I am sure as hell not a Winchester and I don’t have a brother anymore! Not now, he didn’t even know who I was earlier, didn’t even recognise a single genetically identical hair on my head as he watched me parade through the town, the very one that I ran away from when he was a baby and I was seven, wanting to hunt a monster. Yet, i didn’t kill a damn monster Sam, I murdered my brother because you’ve been right all along, I’m not fit for this job. I am a mess, so congratulations, you finally have got me to admit the one thing that you keep reminding me of.”

“Y/n...” Sam wasn’t sure how to respond, he felt the waves of shock ripple through his body. Never so freely had you been vulnerable around him, and here you were now, with very visible tears cascading down your utterly torn face. He understood it was an accident, and the times that he and Dean had tried to kill each other under supernatural circumstances had him wondering what if.

Shaking your grime tethered head at the sound of his cracked voice, you stormed past him, and immediately raced towards the shower room, finding to your luck, which had been non existent during the rest of the day, the halls were barren of life. Walking through the door, you tore your ruined clothes off, chucking them upon the floor without much acknowledgement, before you went under the warm spray of the shower head, trying to calm yourself.

To rid your skin of its evidential accessories, you had to scrub your skin until it was immediately raw. Everything within you ached, as you flicked back to the memory of the clueless expression that had been worn by your blood brother. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t know who you were, or else, he’d have known that his own sister murdered him due to her incompetence to listen to others.

Now, you were not even sure what were your tears, and what droplets of water belonged to the shower itself. For over an hour, you basked int eh warmth that seemed unable to cure your cold blooded system, turning the spritz off, and covering your body in a fluffy towel, that you were sure belonged to someone else, but right now, you could care less about who owned what.

As you reached the door to your bedroom, you found it to be preached slightly open, and as you pushed it the rest of the way, you saw Sam sat on the corner of your bed. You held your arms around yourself, insecure on the fact that beneath the stolen towel, you were nothing more than you. A wolf in sheep’s skin.

“Can I help you?” You bitterly asked, your eyes still burning from your own faulted loss. Sam breathed in, his eyes trailing up to your face, that was naked from any gruesome cosmetics or make up. The bareness to your completion illustrated an aura of innocence, and evidence that you were the same as him - human.

“That’s my towel.” The male hunter laughed, in hopes of changing the previous and well wounded subjected to ensure that you felt better. But what was he kidding, nothing could fill the void that you had dug in your own heart, nothing was closer than the bond between siblings, even if you were considered as strangers.

“Take it back then.” Too exhausted from your gruelling day, you dropped the material, your confident action making his eyes go wide, as he tried to look away from your exposed skin to respect your boundaries. It was impossible though not to allow his hazel hues to slip up the trunks of your thighs, up to- no, that was wrong, very wrong.

You had just lost your brother, not to mention, by your own hand, and he was prone to checking out your freelancing body, taking in every curve and twisted scar that was prominent to his speculating eyes. His eyes dropped to the discarded towel, which he had purposely left on the heating rail for later use, and then, they switched back towards you.

He stood, walking behind you as you looked through comfort clothes within your dresser. A light touch of his hand brushed your hair away from your neck, as he breathed a sweet hoax of hot air upon your scare. Sam was relieved that you didn’t reject the contact, and instead, pressed his lips upon the flesh, finding succession whence you hummed deliriously to yourself.

This interaction had been inevitable for a long time, but now no longer were the suspected intentions for such an exchange to be to release well endorsed frustrations. No, he was going to clear your mind for some sensual moments, and make your pretty little head forget for a moment that you had pained yourself in the worst of ways.

Turning, you laced your hands through his chocolate locks, massaging his scalp as you pulled him closer so that your lips could endure a rougher clasp against his. There was no passion, behind each contribution there was a spur of hunger, he grasped your ass cheeks, pulling you up to be sat upon the top of your heavy dresser.

Obliging his command, you spread your legs so that he could stand between their partition, his hands now running up the windows of your thighs. For a while, the pair of you did nothing more than make out, and cup a feel here and there, but soon after, Sam dropped to his lanky knees, leaving kisses in the wake of his descent.

His thumb and forefinger spread your fluttering folds, watching as your slit squirmed for attention. Sam licked his lips at the sight, running his middle finger up the expanse, until he came to your yearning entrance. Slowly, after making sure you were wet enough, Sam slipped his digit inside, you wiggling your hips to adjust to the thrust of his one finger.

To add to the sensations that were overriding your body, he moved his mouth to closer proximity, smelling the divine aroma that pulsed out of you. It was far too addictive to not get a taste, and thus,he pulled his finger out, sucking off your juices contently.

But that small sample just wasn’t enough, which encouraged him to dive face first into your pussy - literally. His long tongue teased your folds, slurping at the lips, and then switching to your clit to heighten the stimulation. He kept up a rhythm, using it as a pattern to push you closer to that edge, and he was surely certain that you were enjoying his oral work as you ground your face against him, moaning at his succulent administrations.

“Sam.” Oh god, was it pleasant to hear his own name fall out your mouth in such an erotic manner. It was far different from the way that you usually used it to snide at him, though, the thought of your regular treatment of him aided only to spur his lustful actions on. He wanted you to cum, for your juices to run down his face in waterfalls, looking as though someone had tried to drown him.

His work would not be complete until you found it difficult to even pronounce his short name. Digging his tongue in the hood of your clit, tracing around the protective area, his fingers returned to their earlier placement, and he quickened their pace until he could hear a satisfying squelch in the air.

Rapid sounds of parted moans raked from your mouth, your chest sticking out as you breasts heaved with your heavy breathing. It was noticeable that you were close, not just from that, but you were squeezing the circulation out of his fingers. “Fuck.” Left you in the form of a squeal, as you pussy wept its juices.

Sam was quick to lap everything that left you up, once more, tasting those that clung to his fingers. He went back in for another taste, but you tightly grouped his hair, pulling him away from your sopping cunt. “Need you to fuck me Sam, now.”

In an instant, the hunter stood, working precariously on undoing the buckle of his belt, and pushing all material that covered his lower half to the bottom of his thighs. He read already hard, and oozing precum. You swept your finger across the tip of his dick, bringing it to your lips to taste his foreshadowing seed.

Sam huffed at the sight,picking his prick up in one hand, and jerking himself a couple of times. And then, he aligned himself with you, rubbing his cock around your wet crevice a couple of times, slapping his tip teasingly against your puffy clit.

“Want my cock baby?” He asked, smirking as he watched you nod your head repeatedly. With that being all the confirmation that he needed, he pushed into you,feeling even more turned on as he heard you mewl, and watched the ecstatic expression cross your face as his dick fit inside of you all the way.

He grasped your hips, pulling out once before pushing in again. He repeated the action, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head at how tight you were. This would make you forget the cruel method of god, his story was not as epic as he though, for his characters were screwing against his will, basking in a distraction rather than the regretful pain that seethed in your trodden heart.

Another thrust had your nails clasping onto Sam’s covered back, biting onto his shoulder through the plaid, as you held back the tears that were trying to creep out of your blissful eyes. A few grunts left Sam, as his pace increased, and with every thrust, which only served to fuel him further, the dresser smashed into the wall behind it, most likely leaving a decent dent within the historical architecture.

“Gonna cum.” You told him, dragging him in for another tongue filled kiss as your cunt pooled around him, coating his cock in the honey from your delicious pot. He soon followed after, and for a moment, he remained against you, allowing you to bask in the comfort of his strange presence.

And then he pulled out, watching as his distraction dripped from your entrance, trailing down your thigh in a white streak. An orgasm smile was pulled onto your face, but it was certain to not last long for when you returned to the reality that laid waiting for you to return.

Sam stepped closer again, moving his fingers towards your cunt, and pushed his seed back inside of you, watching as your puffy pussy lips swallows any part of him that it could get. He would distract you for as long as he could, and then, deal with the inevitable.

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hansoulo · 3 years

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lead me to the promised land

part two of “Pillar of Salt”

Pairing: Boba Fett/Princess!Reader (she/her pronouns, no Y/N)

Warnings: NSFW - language, kissing, heavy petting, dom!Boba, gagging/choking, marks and bruises of the Spicy nature, hand and finger kink, allusions to canon-typical violence

Word Count: 2k

Gif Credit: (x) by @/tylowen

A/N: good day gremlins i am not very good at updating but i bring u some fun times as penance pls forgive me

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7:00 PM: T-MINUS 14 HOURS UNTIL IMPERIAL CONVOY DEPARTURE

You were used to being moved around by other people, poked and prodded and lifted up so that stays could be tied or burdensome headpieces be attached to your head. Shuffled around to smile and be proper, sedated by heavy skirts and perfume. It was a fact of life.

Your dress was unlaced by the mechanical hands of an attendant, the change happening quickly and without fond regard from any party. It was early evening now and the sky peeled itself into a burnt orange. If you closed your eyes, you could almost taste citrus.

“Careful, please,” you whispered with a slight wince as the woman’s thin fingers brushed against your neck, both of your reflections cast warm in the mirror you now stood in front of. They were almost-bruises. Little ghost flower petals. Delicate and pretty, trailing behind your neck and not quite noticeable.

The woman only nodded. Servants weren’t ones to ask questions.

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3:25 PM: T-MINUS 17 HOURS AND 35 MINUTES UNTIL IMPERIAL CONVOY DEPARTURE

The world seemed to tip on its axis, spinning too fast and not at all. It’d only been a minute, maybe two, but Boba’s words hung out to dry in the summer air and there was nothing else to do but wait for the actions to fulfill themselves. It shouldn’t have been as easy as it was to let him keep kissing you, but you only broke away to warn in a jolted, harsh whisper when his touch became too sharp. “Don’t leave any marks.”

“Are you commanding me?” Boba sneered, his voice slightly cruel as his gloved thumbs rubbed circles into your hip bones. You didn’t bother opening your eyes to look at him, letting his mouth skid over your jaw. Your answering yes or no wouldn’t make much of a difference. You had the feeling he would do what he liked either way. You had the feeling you’d let him.

It was strange, too fast. Too fast because really, what did you know about Boba? Were you even on first name terms? He’d never called you your name, and you’d never called him his. You’d only known of him for a few weeks. Had truly talked to him for even less than that. Maybe you should stay a capitalized Princess and he should be “Fett.” For the sake of clinicality.

Letting him lift you up and onto his lap was most definitely not clinical. “That depends,” you croaked out after a moment, finally looking at his face in your half-stupor. He’d sat you up to face him and you’d gone with, pliable and keening. Being champagne drunk felt like this; like his eyes coal-black and the way he seemed to take up everything in your mind until there was no room for reason. You traced over the scar on his forehead with a light mouth, knees bowed to nestle closer and every muscle in your body flexing, tensed as if dripped over with sunshine. “Are you going to listen?”

The smile of a predator was the only answer he gave you.

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3:30 PM: T-MINUS 17 HOURS AND 30 MINUTES UNTIL IMPERIAL CONVOY DEPARTURE

Men were vile. They had clammy hands that wandered to your thighs at banquet dinners, slimy mouths when they pressed their lips to your hand in greeting. They were all insufferable and you promised never to go near one as long as you could help it. But promises were a boring thing to keep sometimes. They were much more fun to break.

Boba spoke but it was swallowed in your interlocking mouths, hungry and escalating desperate. You were still sitting with—on?—him, too cowardly to do anything more than kiss and let yourself be felt by the strength of a man’s greed. He tasted like teeth and blood and pink flesh. That was the thing that no one had ever told you about kisses; about men like him. They tasted like broken skin.

You were eating Boba whole. He was eating you piece by piece.

You were just kissing. Had been just kissing for what seemed like ages but was actually only fifteen standard minutes. Fifteen standard minutes for your stays to be dragged loose, your lips to be bitten plush, and both sandals abandoned somewhere in the slow scramble. It wasn’t so much desperation as it was just a sheer curiosity goading your irrationality, but the end result was the same: a man squeezing the back of your neck, calling you lovely in the same breath he called you naive.

“Take them off,” you almost demanded, pulling desperately at his gloves as the warm leather dragged against your fingernails. Learned manners were added in as an afterthought. “Please.”

His one-handed grip on your thigh tightened. It would bruise, likely. Raise questions, definitely. You would have to chalk it up to something else. A fall. A bad trip on a set of stairs. Anything besides what was happening now. The words rumbled against your chest and registered vaguely as a threat. “What was that?”

Huffy and impatient, you answered in a much more keening, undignified echo. “Please, pleasepleaseplease—”

Boba put his fingers in your mouth.

Stuffed was the more apt word. You tried not to think about how he could only fit two of them inside without hurting you. It made you feel temperature-hot, physically burning until your cheeks and your insides twisted into smoldering ash because his fingers breached the alabaster edges of your teeth until they almost gagged you on your own tongue. Boba drew his hand back only when you sighed around it, sedated with fluttering eyes and no longer asking questions. His voice seemed to get deeper, raspier around the unplaceable accent from a place you’d never heard of and probably never would. “Good girl.”

The gloves stayed on. Why they did and why you couldn’t just get him to do what you wanted like everyone else you had no idea, but your frustration quickly ebbed into hazy, sparking pleasure. He called you good. You liked being good.

Your hips stuttered when they caught on Boba’s trousers and suddenly you were giggling into the thick muscle of his shoulder, quiet and juvenile in your own disbelief. Everything about this was absurd and inappropriate, which formed the basis of your amusement. It was something to play with. Someone. Big and shiny in the most literal sense of the word.

The hunter let out what could be construed as a laugh but sounded more akin to a growl and two large palms settled again on the soft rise of your hips. “Not here,” he repeated into your jaw, the words that were previously muffled so long ago now clearer. Not here. Which implied a theoretical somewhere other than here where you would possibly, hypothetically be doing more than- “We need to go.”

You should go. You should be pushing him off of you and running and screaming or something equally inflammatory because this was… because his...

“No,” you protested weakly with a slow shake of your head. Your hands curled around his pauldrons and rested there, limp and slightly shaking. “No, they- they didn’t actually need me for anything. My father just had to—oh Maker-” his cuisse plate pressed up hard between the warm softness of your thighs. “—had to send someone out to search for me—” you rutted against his leg once, twice before the arms around your waist tightened again and inhibited any further attempts at movement. You recovered from the loss of friction quickly, instead letting yourself sag into his solid chest as one set of fingertips dragged along your spine. “—’s just a poor look for him not to,” you finished flippantly, barely audible from where your face settled smushed against the creep of stubble on his cheek. “Bad press.”

“I’ve still got places to be, princess. Even if you don’t.”

“Oh I’m terribly sorry,” you tried replying sarcastically as his mouth flattened against the thin skin of your neck. His lips were soft, but they pressed against you like anything but. You tried rolling your hips again but were thwarted. “Am I in the way of a prior engagement?”

“Something like that.”

“Well then,” you flattened your palms against his chest plate and broke away from the seal of his touch. It wasn’t fair. You couldn’t breathe right and looked like you’d been dragged through a sarlacc pit, but he was just sitting there. Watching you. His eyes were hungry though. “Why let me keep you?” The words were shot through with airy exhales as you were lifted up off the smooth stone. “I was under the impression that you hated me,” you continued into Boba’s neck with hands curled around the dark curls at its nape.

You did think that, before… this. Now you didn’t know what to believe, what his intentions were. Most likely they were the same as yours. Nothing good.

Whatever either of your motivations were, they would have to be paused now. For his mysterious, vague “engagement” and probably for the betterment of your health, because you were certain if you stayed here with him, shielded away from prying eyes and marching men, your heart would burst right out of your chest and through your ears.

Your legs wobbled slightly when he set you standing on the ground, Boba’s helmet still laying on the fountain’s edge, and you handed it to him with a reverence that belayed the previous minute’s informality. When it was restored to his head you found yourself mourning the loss of his face. You’d been spoiled this last hour. You didn’t like not seeing it anymore.

“I don’t.” was his short reply. What a wordsmith.

“Aren’t you still my escort?” you huffed, trying to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell in panted inhales. Wiping haphazardly at your mouth, you leaned over the fountain’s reflection and attempted to compose yourself. The circlet usually pinned neatly to your head lay crooked and loose, glimmering its delicate metals in the daylight as you fussed with it this way and that. The pool of water currently acting as a mirror rippled too much to be of any real use. You pressed your palms to your flushed cheeks and mumbled. “My penitentiary guard, more like.”

Boba turned you around to face him with his hands on your shoulders and you imagined his eyes to still be edged in charcoal embers. The last smudge of lipstick on your chin was rubbed away by a broad thumb and you watched, curious to his intentions and surprised at his actions, when he reached up to right your crown.

“Let’s go, princess.”

You didn’t argue. You’d been sated from rebellion for the time being.

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4:10 PM: T-MINUS 15 HOURS AND 50 MINUTES UNTIL IMPERIAL CONVOY DEPARTURE

The mercenary stood by the side entrance watching you.

“You look a mess!” your mother admonished, harried with the exertion of the day’s events that you somehow managed not to be privy to. Apparently there was to be a dinner with the guests leaving the next morning, and apparently you specifically were asked to be present. Both would be dull pieces of information on the best of days but now, after the events that had just transpired, they were positively brain-numbing.

The queen consort motioned for you to turn around and you complied with a slow spin as your being was examined for minor casualties. Once the woman assured herself of your being alive and unharmed, barely registering the tall figure that stood mere yards away, she allowed herself more frantic inquiries as she shuffled you down the hallway. “What were you doing out there?”

“Oh nothing,” you answered vaguely, eyes trailing as far back towards the doors as they could go without actually turning your head. There was a flash of green armor. “I just wanted to take a walk, is all.” You turned to her and smiled your best attempt at a brilliant, royal-white assurance. “Clear my head.”

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thatjubilant-nixie · 3 years

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A Good Team

Summary: You are helping fight off the bounty hunters when Dr. Nagel’s lab blows up. You end up getting a helping hand.

Pairing(s): Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warning(s): Blood, violence, cussing, and death. (It’s not the main characters so don’t worry, darlin’.)

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This was actually pretty fun to write. I’ve never written for action so it may be a bit messy.

You had been fending off the bounty hunters when the explosion went off. It sent you flying backwards, slamming right into a storage crate. You slowly sat up. Fire and smoke invaded the area. More bounty hunters came. You get right back to action.

A man with long hair ran at you with a machete. You jumped to the right, barely dodging the hit. The blade got caught in the green container. The man struggled to pull it out. You power kick his knee, a crackling sound accompanied by a burly scream filled the air. The guy slouched down holding his knee. You grabbed his mane and brought your knee up, slamming his face into it. The guy fell to the ground.

Where the hell are they? You looked around for any of your teammates. Your eyes darting across the battlefield. When you finally see Sam, you get hit in the side. A grunt leaving your throat. You look to see your next opponent. A woman dressed in all black and reeked of body odor. Her frizzled hair surrounding her face. She yelled and picked you up on her shoulder. Bashing your fists into her back, she wouldn’t let go.

She ran you both into a wall. Your breath slightly leaves you. Pain shot across your back as she backed away. Your hunched form not being able to dodge the next hit. Her fist colliding into your face. The blow knocked you to the ground. Luckily, the fall made you close to a rather large chunk of glass. Grabbing onto the sharp tool, you swung around. It plunged right into her thigh. Red liquid spewing from the stab. She let out a noise of rage and staggered to the floor.

You walked away from the scene, giving yourself a moment. The second you walked back in, you connected with the ground. You let out groans and curses. A giant man stood tall above you. He kneeled down, capturing your neck. The giant effortlessly lifted you up off the ground, your limbs dangling. You kicked and punched the man all you could. He didn’t seem to be bothered. You choked, your pulse fluttering in your ears. Your face going numb, the hand around your neck gripping tighter. You squeezed your eyes shut. Tears escaping despite them being closed. A gunshot went off severely close. Your ears slightly rang.

The hand on your throat disappeared, you dropped to the floor. “Y/N.” You opened your eyes to see Zemo in a mask. A gun in hand. If you were being honest, he looked badass. The hunter laid limp next to you. You could barely breathe without pain filling you. Taking short gasps of air, “C...Can you help me up?” You look up at him with teary eyes. He puts out his hand. You take it gladly.

You couldn’t help but let out raspy coughs. Motherfucker. You could now feel the swell on your cheek and taste the blood on your busted lip. That damned woman hunter. Zemo helped you up and held your shoulders, as if he was searching for injuries. Please, he is here to solely give insight. He couldn’t actually care, right?

More hunters approached. Zemo wasted no time to approach them. Suddenly, the time seemed to slow. His coat flapping in the wind behind him. Fist clenching at his side. The walk built into a sprint. He blocked a punch with his forearm, slapping a hunter with his other armed hand. He twisted the hunter around to block bullets that flew his way. Watching him fight...was graceful. He was quick and accurate. His fist met a hunter’s throat. Quickly followed with a kick to the stomach, sending them backwards. The gun in his hand touched the hunter’s head and with a fast pull on the trigger, the man was dead.

He continued to keep fighting. Using moves you assumed he learned when he was with EKO Scorpion. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He was enjoying the challenge. Soon, the ground littered with lifeless bodies. He turns to you with his mask-cladded head. You were quickly pulled out of awe when even more hunters ran your way. One going straight towards the Baron. “Watch out!”

Your feet pounced off the cement in a hurry. You got down, sliding between the huntsman’s legs. You swiftly stood up and turned around, thrusting the steel dagger that had been in your boot into his back. You withdrew it from the now wounded man.

Zemo cocked his head, “Nice one.” Without a second glance, you both sprung out. A hunter with chains appeared in your sights. A wicked smile tugging at their lips. You shared the expression. You looked over to see Zemo fighting a woman with bright orange hair. The sound of footsteps drawled you back. The chains swung your way. You ducked and stepped back. You and the hunter circled each other. They threw the chains again. You grabbed ahold of the metal rope, wrapping it in your palm. You yanked the chain, forcing the hunter to tug your way. You brought your head back, slamming it forward into the hunter’s head.

You looked around for a weapon. Aha! Zemo must have dropped his gun while he fought. You crawled to where the weapon was. You hopped up with the firearm. Zemo and the woman were still going at it. She peered to be getting tired. With one strident push from him, she staggered back. You raised the gun. The bullets gouging her. The pull of the trigger shaking you slightly.

You turned to Zemo. He took off his mask. A smug smile painted his face. There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t read. “We seem to make a good team.” The phrase making your own lips tug upwards. You let out a light laugh, a noise Zemo could get used to. You were both pleased. Adrenaline still wiring in your systems. Something told you that you can trust him. You couldn’t tell what it is. “Here. I believe this is yours.” This was probably a horrible decision. Giving him the gun he had somehow gotten. He looked at your hand curiously. Nonetheless, he took the weapon. Hell, you’d get yelled at if Sam and Bucky were here. Speaking of, “We need to go find the guys and get the hell out of here.” Zemo looked at you with amusement. “Oh, I have just the thing.”

The Baron had led you to a sweet looking car. He hopped in the front seat and started the engine. “Well?” He mused to you. You whistled at the beauty of the car. “I can get used to this.”

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acklesterritory · 3 years

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Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

And reblog so the others see this post too. Thanks

**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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⟼ manhunt

⍣ stardew: tilted | next: manhunt: redux | 1/?

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⇢ pairing: iwaizumi/reader/oikawa

⇢ au: stardew!au

⇢ summary: it starts off as hiding eggs with a twist, and suddenly you find yourself hunted

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: predator/prey play, established relationship, forest sex, spitroasting, no prep, creampies

⇢ word count: 3877

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⇢ a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a stardew au, though not in this format. still, these have been pretty fun to write so far.

“Are we sure they’ll be alright overnight?” Oikawa asked skeptically, looking at the baskets full of colored eggs sitting in front of the general store. “What about ants?”

“That’s the whole reason we went with plastic eggs this year,” Kuroo answered, picking up a powder blue on from the pile. Popping it open, he plucked the mini Snickers bar out, only to receive a swat on the hand from Akaashi. “Ow, okay, geez,” he pouted, closing the egg back up.

“There’s plenty of leftover candy you can eat after we get these hidden,” Akaashi scolded, turning to the other adults who had volunteered to hide the eggs for the hunt in the morning.

It had been unanimously decided that, if you had to be the ones to do it, you were going to make it fun for the adults too. Thus, the egg hiding was turned into a game of manhunt, where the runners had to place all their eggs without getting caught by the hunters. If they did get caught, they then had to take some of the hunter’s eggs on top of their ownl. If they managed to avoid being caught, they got to hide until the game was called.

“How do we decide who’s going to be a hunter?” you asked, leaning on Iwa’s arm. There were ten adults in all and ten baskets full to the brim with plastic eggs.

“I’ll be one,” Kuroo offered, though you didn’t like the tone in which he said it. It was scheming and mischievous, and you already knew Kuroo to be a decent hunter.

“Rip, Bo,” Atsumu said, and the group burst out into chuckles while Bokuto wilted.

Iwa’s arm flexed around yours as he laughed before he said, “I’ll be the other one.”

“Rip Oikawa.” It was Osamu this time, and laughter filled the quiet darkness once again, punctuated by Oikawa’s whining.

Everyone picked up a basket while Iwa and Kuroo set a timer for five minutes on their watches, watching as the rest of you disappeared into the darkness. There was something foreboding about being alone, even if you were just in the center of the village. Knowing that Kuroo and Iwa were going to be skulking around-- no doubt trying to scare everyone they came across-- added an element of excitement to the whole thing.

There was no one else around you, as far as you could see. Without a flashlight, you had to rely on the moon to light your way. A tree appeared to your right, and you paused to tuck an egg in it’s roots, hidden enough that it wouldn’t be seen instantly but easy enough for the kids to find in the morning.

Constantly looking over your shoulder, you placed eggs here and there, running across Osamu at one point with Atsumu on his heels, snickering as he told you Bo had already been caught.

Several minutes later, when your basket was down to half the eggs you had started with, a hand wrapped around your wrist, another one quickly clapping over your mouth to stifle your screams.

“Found you,” a voice whispered, and you quickly relaxed as you realized it was Oikawa.

Smacking him on the chest, you hissed, “You asshole, you scared the shit outta me. What are you doing?” You could feel him laughing against you, stifling his noises in his hand, before he finally managed to say, “I finished hiding my eggs, so I figured I’d come help you. There are no rules saying I can’t.”

“Well, if you insist,” you said, shoving your basket into his hands. “It’s the least you could do for nearly giving me a heart attack.”

He didn’t seem overly upset, trailing behind you and dropping eggs much faster than you had. There was a noise from your right, around the corner of the saloon, and Oikawa grabbed your wrist again, yanking you around the side of Nekomata’s house. It sounded like arguing, and you finally recognized Atsumu’s voice complaining about being caught.

Kuroo’s laughter cut across him, wickedly amused, before saying something you couldn’t hear. So invested in what was going on over there, you didn’t hear someone coming up behind you until Oikawa took in sharp breath, which was quickly cut off.

Startled, you spun around and caught sight of Iwa with his hand over Oikawa’s mouth, who looked like he was about to faint. Iwa laughed, a low rumble in his chest, before releasing Oikawa.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, staring pointedly at the basket in Oikawa’s hands. “Looks like you lose, Tooru.”

Pouting, Oikawa held out his-- your-- basket, but Iwa didn’t drop any of his eggs into his basket, his smirk widening as he held up his empty basket.

“How did you--?” you asked, looking up at him suspiciously.

Winking, he dragged you and Oikawa further into the shadows, just in time for Kuroo to skulk by silently. Kuroo paused, looking around as if he’d heard something, only to be distracted by a muffled yell from down by the river.

When he had disappeared into the darkness again, Iwa snickered. “Kuroo’s been too busy looking for Bokuto and Akaashi to catch anyone else. But I think you still need to be punished for getting caught.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened, faintly glinting in the moonlight, locking with yours when Iwa’s hands ghosted up under his shirt. “We still have eggs to hide, Hajime--”

You had never known Oikawa to turn down any chance to do anything in public-- in face, you were fairly certain at this point that he got off on it. Which was why you weren’t surprised when he continued on, a smirk flashing across his face.

“--Besides, this was _____’s basket. Mine is empty.”

He held up his basket, one Iwa recognized as the one Oikawa had scurried off with almost an hour ago. Iwa quirked a brow, pausing where he had been trailing kisses up Oikawa’s neck, crooking his finger at you.

“Were you really just going to let Tooru take your punishment, princess?” Iwa asked, pulling you right up against his chest. You were now pinned between the two of them, chin tilted up by an iron grip to look up into Iwa’s shaded eyes. “I don’t think that’s fair, do you?”

Shaking your head, you let your hands curl into the front of his shirt, standing on your tiptoes reflexively when his head dipped down.

Behind you, Oikawa chuckled, hands coming to rest on your hips. “Well, I did offer to help her, I’ll admit.”

Iwa hummed thoughtfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he said, “In that case, maybe I should give you a chance to make up for it. If you can hide all those eggs without getting caught in…”

“Five minutes,” Oikawa offered, looking at the number of eggs still in the basket. There were maybe twenty left, and five minutes would be plenty of time to hide them-- if you could avoid Kuroo.

The corner of Iwa’s lips turned up, a clear smirk as he nodded. “If you can get rid of ‘em in five minutes, you won’t be punished. But if you can’t do it, well…”

He left it unsaid, but you understood loud and clear. You had no idea what he and Oikawa would do, but it would no doubt be embarrassing for you. Still, your thighs clenched at the thought and a mischievous part of you considered botching it just to find out what they had planned-- until you remembered who could find you.

Kuroo and Atsumu would never let you live it down, and no doubt Bokuto would accidentally spill to the whole village that the three of you had been up to something out in public, and that was a humiliation you would never survive.

Iwa and Oikawa watched you stumble off, urgency in your steps while you tried to navigate in the dark, before they turned to each other.

“I didn’t know you were so mean, Haji,” Oikawa drawled, winding his arms around his waist.

Iwa went willingly enough, still wearing a smirk as he avoided Oikawa’s attempted kiss. “Maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you.”

Oikawa snickered, nudging Iwa’s nose with his own until he could capture his lips in a less-than-chaste kiss. “No need to be rude. I know you like it.”

You had no notion of how much time had passed by the time you placed the last egg, narrowly avoiding a prowling Kuroo by the bridge leading to the library. You had been too afraid to set a timer, of drawing Kuroo right to you and having to face Iwa’s punishment, so you could only hope you had finished in time.

Upon returning to Nekomata’s house, your heart dropped to your toes when you realized Iwa and Oikawa were nowhere to be found.

“Where--?” you whispered, only to nearly jump out of your skin when a pair of arms circled your waist. A sharp gasp left you, a scream fizzling out in your throat before you whipped around to look up into Oikawa’s cheeky face.

“You barely made it, princess. What, didn’t you want to see what Iwa had planned?” he whispered, dragging you around the back of Nekomata’s house. You could hear voices near the front of the general store, talking about another round of manhunt since it was still so early.

“Should we take it out into the woods instead?” Kita was asking, looking around at all the dark houses around you. “I don’t want to disturb anyone.”

“I’m fine with that,” Kuroo said with a shrug. The only one who declined was Sakusa, who cringed at the idea of traipsing through the woods in the dark. “Alright then, let’s go.”

The closer you got to the lake, the harder your heart thumped, wondering what Iwa and Oikawa were thinking. No doubt they would toy with you for a while, letting the tension build as you wandered alone in the dark before pouncing. The thought alone made you anxious, squirming against Iwa’s chest while everyone decided who would be the hunters again.

“I’ll be one again,” Iwa offered, cutting a glance in your direction. The smile he gave you was gone in a flash, but you got the message.

He was a predator, and you were his prey. No doubt Oikawa would join him, too.

“Funny you say that, because I was gonna say that too,” Kuroo said, and they shared a smirk before Kuroo glanced at Akaashi from the corner of his eye.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two were sadists,” Atsumu drawled, leaning back against the trunk of a pine tree.

Kuroo and Oikawa snickered while Iwa shrugged, giving the blond a half-smile. “If that’s your only objection, I’d suggest you start running.”

A hand wrapped around your wrist before you could scurry off, lips pressing against your temple to cover as Iwa whispered, “I’ll see you soon, princess.”

Barely containing a squeak, you ripped your hand from his hold and disappeared into the trees, leaving Kuroo and Iwa alone.

Kuroo turned to him with a smirk then, amusement dripping from every word as he asked, “Should I just...leave her to you, then?”

Iwa hummed in agreement, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping. “That obvious, huh?” “I won’t tell you if you won’t, just leave Akaashi for me,” Kuroo said, patting him on the arm. The alarms on their watches went off simultaneously and they shared one last knowing glance before going their separate ways.

Meanwhile, you had made it all the way down to the abandoned house overlooking a cliff, skirting in front of the creepy looking building towards the bridge. The light from your phone bounced off the shattered glass in the windows, illuminating the decrepit interior and some leftover furniture before you moved on. Your steps were muffled as you moved slowly, heart pounding while you waited for something, anything to happen. You felt suspiciously like a rabbit being stalked by a wolf-- or wolves-- as you made your way through the trees. Branches cracked underfoot, causing you to wince, and you vaguely wondered where everyone else had run off to.

Bokuto had no doubt clung to Akaashi, wherever they went, and Atsumu was probably stalking Osamu and Kita, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare them.

As if on cue, there was a loud shriek that ripped through the darkness, causing you to jump straight into salmonberry bush with a startled yelp before you began giggling. Your hands were shaking, the light wobbling as you fought to extricate yourself, only to freeze when the sound of more branches cracking came from somewhere near you.

Barely breathing, you listened as closely as you could for any voices, straining to hear anything.

After several long seconds, a soft voice reached your ears, causing the hairs to raise on the back of your neck and a thrill to shoot down your spine.

“Where are you, princess?” Oikawa sang in the dark, playful and amused. He was clearly still too far away, if he hadn’t picked up the light from your phone, and you quickly turned it off before he could see it.

You had no idea if Iwa was with him yet, but you had to get yourself out of the bush quickly and quietly, before you alerted them that you were there. Wincing at the rustling and crackling, you managed to stand up with only a few minor scratches on your arms and legs, stumbling in what you hoped was the direction of the pond.

Wherever you were headed, it was the direct opposite of the soft, cajoling voice behind you, but you made a mistake in tripping over the root a tree that was about to fall.

With a muffled yelp, you caught yourself on the trunk, but it was too late.

“I think we found her, Hajime,” Oikawa said, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“I think you’re right, Tooru.”

They were close, too close and, in a panic, you turned the light back on and took off into the trees, dodging trunks and leaping over logs and rocks. The sound of footsteps came from behind you, heavy thumping that never seemed to get any closer even though you knew they could easily outrun you.

You could hear them calling out behind you, laughter mixing with their words and spurring you to run faster even as they asked you to stop, to give up, to come willingly. Even though you trusted them, knew it was all a game, your heart still raced, your fight or flight instinct in high gear as you ran by the pond.

At the last minute, as you tried to decide which direction to go, they almost slammed into you from behind. Someone’s arms wound around you, causing you to let out a startled yelp that would have been a shriek had your throat not closed up on itself.

“Gotcha,” Oikawa whispered in your ear, though you realized it was Iwa’s arms around you when he came to stand in front of you. “Now for our prize.”

You were herded through the entrance to the Secret Woods by Oikawa’s hand around your wrist and Iwa’s on your back, heart still thrumming from a mix of adrenaline and exercise. The moonlight was filtering through the leaves overhead, the grass dappled with silver light around the edge of the pond where they stopped you.

“That was fun, princess,” Iwa whispered, wasting no time in pulling your shirt up and over your head. Sweat was beaded on your forehead and between your breasts, which were quickly freed from the confines of your bra. “Gave us a good chase.”

You could feel how hard he was already against your ass, chest heaving from exertion against your back.

Oikawa’s nimble fingers undid the button on your jeans, forcing them and your panties down your legs without preamble, pulling them off over your shoes. Your head tipped back onto Iwa’s shoulder, a breathy gasp breaking the stillness of the clearing when his fingers plucked your hardened nipples at the same time his cock slipped between your thighs.

“Already this wet for us, huh? Did that turn you on, being chased by us?” Iwaizumi whispered into your ear, fingers tightening on your nipples just shy of painfully. “Such an easy little slut, even if you pretend you aren’t.”

His head grazed over your clit for just a moment before Oikawa’s hand fisted in your hair, guiding you to bend over halfway.

“We don’t really have time to play, sweetheart,” he said, prodding the head of his cock against your lips. “The others will probably come looking for us soon, so be a good girl and open up for daddy.”

Iwa wasn’t going to dispute his words, even knowing Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto were likely in a similar situation as you-- not when you whined so sweetly and wiggled your hips back against his cock like you were.

Your lips parted, allowing Oikawa to slip his cock into your warm mouth with a pleased moan, forcing himself as far as he could before you started gagging only to pull out and thrust back in, pushing further still down your throat.

“Give me your hands, princess,” Iwa demanded, wrapping them in an iron grip at your back, leaving you at their total mercy. Dragging the tip of his cock between your folds, he circled your clit a few times, smearing a mix of your slick and his cum around before nudging into your waiting pussy.

Your throat contracted around Oikawa as you tried to moan, tears springing to your eyes as Iwa sank to the hilt slowly, forcing your unprepped walls to stretch around him. Your toes curled in your sneakers, eyelids fluttering when his balls slapped against your throbbing clit. You couldn’t remember them ever being so rough or careless before, but it only made you wetter, tongue lapping at the underside of Oikawa’s cock in an effort to get more.

“You’re so needy, princess,” Oikawa cooed, voice strained and breathless as he pulled his hips back. Drool was dripping down his balls, no doubt smeared across your chin, but your eyes glowed in the moonlight, begging him not to stop.

Behind you, Iwa rolled his hips without pulling out, forcing his cock deeper, his head grinding against your cervix and the spot inside you that made your cunt spasm around him. “So good, taking my cock so easily. Our good little bunny, hm?”

“Our sweet girl’s really a little slut, isn’t she?” Oikawa teased, yanking on your hair to force it further back as Iwa’s hand came around your throat. “Bet she’d agree to anything, hm?”

You made a noise around him, tears spilling down your cheeks while Iwa groaned behind you, slamming his hips into yours at a near brutal pace. His hand tightened around your throat, squeezing just enough that your head spun. “Fuck, I can feel you in her throat.”

“Don’t stop, Hajime,” Oikawa moaned, head tipping back as his eyes shut. He was fucking your throat with abandon now, unable to stop the way he pounded into your throat when Iwa’s hand caused you to feel even tighter around him.

You were fluttering around Iwa, your head swimming from a lack of oxygen and blood flow, choking and sputtering around Oikawa’s cock. What little you could think of was reduced to the push and pull of your body on your partner’s cocks, of Iwa’s balls clapping against your clit and Oikawa’s against your chin. Teetering right on the edge of your orgasm, your back arched, silently begging Iwa to go deeper while you lapped at Oikawa’s cock mindlessly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Oikawa announced, hips stuttering before he forced himself all the way down your throat.

At the same time, Iwa squeezed even tighter, driving himself right against the swollen bundle of nerves inside you with a snarled demand for you to come right now.

You did, legs trembling and wailing around Oikawa’s cock still down your throat, milking another spurt of cum from him as Iwa fucked you through your orgasm. Your head fell forward when Oikawa let go of your hair, drool spilling to the grass in strings before Iwa pulled you to stand straight up. Your head fell back to his shoulder, legs barely holding you up as he thrust into you a few more times before sinking his teeth into your shoulder and cumming with a muffled groan.

Oikawa was the first to recover while Iwa continued to keep you on your feet, his head hidden in your neck while he caught his breath.

“You alright, princess?” Oikawa asked as he cleaned your face as best he could, wiping away the excess drool with his shirt. “We were a little rough…”

“‘m okay,” you rasped before clearing your throat. “That was...amazing.”

Iwa chuckled behind you, placing a smattering of kisses over the teeth marks in your skin. “That’s our girl. Can you walk?”

“That will have to be determined,” you teased, taking your shirt from Oikawa’s hands before he went looking for the rest of your clothes. “Don’t know if I wanna explain why you’re carrying me out of the woods.”

Your shorts and panties were placed in your hands, Iwa steadying you when you bent over to slip them on and tilted to the side.

“We’ll just tell them you sprained your ankle,” he suggested. He waited for you to stand up again before slipping his own shorts back on and his shirt over his head. As soon as he could see again, you were curling yourself into his chest, nuzzling at the base of his throat with a sigh of contentment.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” you said, and both of them burst out into laughter.

Several minutes later, with your hair a tangled mess and a limp to your walk, you stumbled out of the woods onto the path beside Kita and Osamu’s house.

They were there, along with Atsumu, and all three were looking at you with raised brows.

“You haven’t seen Kuroo or the others, have you?” Kita asked, raking his gaze over all three of you.

“Nah,” Iwa said, while Oikawa snickered behind his hand and you hid your face behind his arm. “But I don’t think we need to worry about them. I’m sure they’ll turn up.”

Atsumu burst out into raucous laughter while Osamu rolled his eyes and Kita covered his face with his hand.

“I think we’re gonna head home. It was fun, but we need to shower. Sakusa was right, the forest is filthy,” Oikawa said, hiding his smirk behind his hand still.

Atsumu wiggled his eyebrows as you turned, calling at your receding backs, “I doubt that’s a problem for you three.”

He received a wink from Oikawa over his shoulder before the three of you disappeared up the path back to the farm.

“Too bad I couldn’t convince Sakusa to come. Seems the woods are lucky tonight.”

“‘Tsumu, you are so gross.”

⇥ masterlist

⍣ stardew: tilted | next: manhunt: redux

#iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #haikyuu x reader #.tiltedseries

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Oh my god, if it isn’t any trouble could you pretty please write something for Stain having his first time with his darling (preferably with his darling actually being really into him, at least by this point if not when he first kidnapped them)? I think this sounds so sweet and awkward and I really wanna see it if you’re okay with it 🥺

(Just as a heads up, I tend to default to a fem!Darling for sexual scenarios unless specified otherwise in the request)

It had taken weeks for ____ to not flinch whenever Stain reached out to touch her. It took even longer for her to stop crying herself to sleep every night. But throughout this entire period of "adjustment", he'd been patient and careful as if she were a frightened woodland creature instead of someone he'd fallen for and kidnapped. Slow movements, soft words, and a strict refusal to indulge any selfish desires he may have whenever he looked at her.

He'd never had much of a sex drive anyway; all of his attention had been dedicated to his life's mission, and he held himself to a high standard when it came to discipline. He rarely masturbated, and even then it was out of a desire to release stress and pent-up energy as opposed to having anything--or anyone--he wanted to sleep with. Even if he did want to lose his virginity, being the Hero Killer meant that his chances for sex were very rare...unless he wanted a casual hookup with one of his more unhinged followers.

Now here he was, his arms wrapped around ____'s nude body in a loving embrace. The two of them had gone farther than they ever had before in bed, exchanging heated kisses and touching each other with the inexperienced eagerness of two virgin lovers. He looked down at her, feeling her legs still shaking slightly after the attention he'd given her with his tongue; he'd needed a bit of guidance at first, with ____ leading him to her clitoris using her hand against the back of his head. After a few minutes though, he’d shown a natural talent for finding the best ways to make her squirm and moan in ecstasy as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud and explored her honey-drenched walls.

He was about to make her cum, when she’d suddenly pulled him back. Immediately, he looked up at her with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“N-not yet,” she replied, cupping his cheek with her hand. “I want the first time I...that I feel it...I want you inside me.”

Stain’s eyes widened. He would have been happy to have only used his tongue to pleasure her; he was afraid of potentially hurting her with his cock, especially since the two of them had never done this before. If he’d managed to make her climax at least once before asking to enter her, he’d be much more willing to take her completely knowing she was properly “taken care of.”

He stared intently at her, dark red eyes boring into her own. “Are you sure? You’re ready for me to do that to you...with you?” He reached up with one of his glistening hands to touch hers as she held his cheek. "You don't need to do this for my sake," he added firmly. "I--"

"Chizome."

Her voice was gentle, but there was a weight behind it that immediately made Stain shut his mouth. He was never one to deny his beloved whenever she spoke to him, especially like this. She smiled up at him and tucked a stray strand of black hair behind his ear. "I know I don't need to. You'd never force me, I know that." She traced a small pattern against his cheek and felt him shiver. "I want this. I want you to be my first."

Stain stared down at ____ in stunned silence, unsure of whether he was dreaming or not. He'd secretly longed for this ever since he'd first fallen for her, to be the first to claim her virginity and to give his own to her at the same time: the ultimate tribute to his goddess. He brushed a stray piece of hair behind her cheek and passionately kissed her, exploring her mouth with his long tongue. "I want you to be mine too," he breathed, pulling away for just a moment before going back to trail his tongue over her neck.

He guided his hard cock to her entrance and ran the head up and down her slit; even though she hadn't cum yet, she was already so slick with desire and Stain's saliva from when he'd been tasting her a few minutes earlier. "I'll be gentle," he assured, and ____ nodded while biting her lip.

"It…" ____ hesitated, and Stain immediately stopped to see what was wrong. She looked away, too flustered to look at him as she continued. "Um, it'll fit, won't it?" She glanced quickly at the first cock to ever be so close to her; the head had barely touched her, but it already felt so warm and wet and strangely intimidating with its reddened tip. "I know you'd never hurt me, but it just looks so…" she licked her lips. "Big."

Stain blushed and felt his cock twitch a bit in response to her words. He caressed her breast and gently kneaded it between his fingers, and ____ sighed pleasurably through her nose. A small smile formed on his face as he kissed her cheek. "I was able to fit most of my tongue inside of you," he said in a low voice. "It's longer than my cock by quite a bit, so it shouldn't have trouble fitting." He used his long tongue to snake its way from her neck to her peaked nipple, and both of them let out a shiver. “Y-you’re ready?” He continued to kiss her while lining himself up with her once again.

____ felt a rush of heat run through her body the moment she felt his cockhead brush against her glistening hole. “Yes, p-please,” she mewled, putting her arms around Stain to hold him close. “I can’t take much longer without you inside me, Chizome…”

That was all Stain needed to finally let his resolve crumble and give way to that burning desire to finally enter his goddess’s sacred body and worship it properly. He pressed his cock’s tip against her entrance and slowly eased his way inside of her. The two of them moaned in unison at the new sensation, and they gazed at each other through half-lidded eyes. “Oh my God,” ____ gasped. She’d never felt this kind of pleasurable fullness before now, and all of her previous thoughts vanished until the only thing on her mind was how she never wanted this sensation to leave her. Her hips bucked forward a bit when his cock brushed past a gummy spot of flesh deep inside of her, and Stain groaned softly as he tried to set a pace to match her movements.

Stain hadn’t felt this lightheaded before, outside of fights where he’d lost a dangerous amount of blood while hunting a false Hero. Here though, there was no pain outside of the overwhelming pleasure of being inside of his Beloved; she was just so soft, so warm, so tight around him that it was almost unbearable. Every stroke of his hips against hers elicited a soft little gasp from his clenched jaw as his breaths turned into labored pants. He reached down as he moved a bit faster to kiss and suck on her pebbled nipples while caressing her thighs and hips with his hands. "You're so beautiful," he sighed. "You feel so wonderful around my cock, my beloved…" He suckled her breast even harder and he smiled against her skin when he heard her let out a lewd moan. "My treasure…"

The air became warmer and thicker around the two of them, and soon their gentle sighs and murmurs became louder and louder moans and cries of pleasure; not only that, but the sound of the old and worn bed frame creaking rhythmically also became louder and more frequent as the couple became more and more intertwined. ____ tried to swing her legs around Stain's waist, and once he realized what she was doing he eagerly helped hoist her up until she was in a seated position; Stain supported her back with his arms wrapped around her, and the new angle of his cock hitting her cervix pushed them both closer and closer to bliss.

Stain ran one hand through his Beloved's hair and gently squeezed her buttock with the other while she kissed and gently nipped his neck and earlobe, and he felt the pressure and heat inside of him come closer and closer to its peak. He pistoned his hips faster and rougher, and ____ threw her head back as she screamed his name and clenched around his cock as she came. The sight and sound and feel of her coming undone pushed him over the edge, and he came inside of her with a short-yet-passionate groan as he felt his seed fill her up completely.

Stain held her against him while she shivered from overstimulation, and gently massaged her lower left cheek as the two of them tried to catch their breath. After a full minute or so, he slowly lowered himself onto the bed while still holding her and keeping himself inside of her. He lay face up on the mattress and watched her turn her head to look at him with starry, half-lidded eyes. He stroked her hair and upper back, relishing in the shared warmth of their bodies and the feeling of her heartbeat as she curled up and clung to his body. "I...My God, I love you," he murmured.

____ moved herself up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Stain felt her lips ghost against his collarbone as she softly kissed him. The two of them stared out the nearby window and twinkling lights of the city skyline and the stars. For months, ____ had dreamed of when she'd be able to escape her captor and find freedom outside of the Hero Hunter's hideout; now, she never wanted to leave their shared home...and especially didn't want to leave the warmth of their bed. "I love you too."

#.bnha #yandere bnha #.stain #yandere stain #.myshit #female darling #tw: kidnapping #tw: stockholm syndrome

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 12

So I wanted to send out a warning that there is some spicy content. And I needed help from a friend ( @lusciousmalfoy67 ) with the spicy because.... I am ✨nervous✨. It’s there, there’s the warning. Spicy.

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My scream rang through the empty building, the same building from the vision. It had turned out to be a railway depot that had been foreclosed.

Derek rushed me inside, “Isaac, grab the chains.” Isaac looked at them, hesitating to grab them.

“NOW!” Derek roared, his eyes blazing red. Isaac grabbed the chains, handing them to Derek. I was on the floor, writhing in pain. My bones cracked and ached, my back arched off the concrete floor.

“(Y/N), you have to breathe.” Derek’s face filled my vision, “Just give into to the change.” I could feel Isaac wrapping the chains around my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut and my scream turned into a loud, ear splitting roar.

When I woke up, I felt the familiar feeling of my blankets around me. So I had made it home somehow. There was someone playing with my fingers gently, running their thumb over my knuckles. I opened my eyes looking and saw Derek there. He was leaning up against the bed frame, one arm wrapped around me and the other holding my hand.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I inhaled deeply, “I feel okay, only a little bit like I was hit by a bus.”

“Do you remember anything?”

“No, I just remember that it hurt. What did I do?” He shifted us so that he was down beside me on the bed.

“Well, when Isaac was wrapping the chains around your hands you threw him across the room. Then you got up, roared, tried to go outside. So I had to body slam you through a wall, we fought for a while until you eventually knocked yourself out hitting a pole.”

I nodded, “That would explain it, wouldn’t it. Is Isaac okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s laying low at the depot until it all blows over.” I nodded, turning into his body so my head rested on his chest.

“I talked to Deaton. He said my parents did a spell that would halt the change.” I looked up at him, “It also takes away my memories of anything werewolf related. So... I wanted to ask... Did we know each other?”

Derek took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “Yes, we did. We were friends. I came to see you after the fire, your parents told me to leave you alone.”

Laura waited at the end of the sidewalk that led to the (Y/L/N)’s house while Derek walked up to the front door, knocking hard. (Y/N)’s father opened the door.

“Is-Is (Y/N) home?” He asked, a slight tremble in his voice. Her father sighed.

“Derek,” He looked up, “Laura,” He looked back to Derek, “We are so sorry about what happened to your family. But we can’t let you see her. And from now on, you need to leave her alone.”

“Wh-what? Why? What did I do?” Without realizing it, his eyes had turned blue.

“Right there, that’s why. Hunters will see that, follow you here, and destroy our family. We have a good deal with the Argents, you understand.”

“But... Please, she’s my friend.”

“Not anymore.” Her father closed the door. Derek panicked, slamming his fists against the door.

“Wait! I need to say goodbye! Please! (Y/N)!” He shouted.

Laura pulled his hands from the door, turning him so he faced her.

“Enough. We need to go.” She pulled him towards the car.

The vision ended and I bit my lip.

“We left for New York after that.”

I held my head, “But... I remember you at school after the fire.”

“The spell your parents did took your memories and replaced them with fake ones. You remember seeing me in the halls, but I wasn’t there.”

“I can’t imagine how alone you felt, I’m sorry.” I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“It’s not your fault.” He was looking up at the ceiling, playing with a piece of my hair.

“It explains a few things. Our interaction at your house when you gave me your jacket makes so much more sense now.”

“When I saw you there, I thought...Maybe when you got hurt in the parking lot it had dropped the spell, you came to see me. But I could tell that you didn’t recognize anything besides someone you vaguely knew.” He looked at me, our faces mere inches apart.

“I hope the memories come back soon. Now it just feels like something is missing.”

“Maybe we can do something to help jog your memory.” He said with a sly smile.

“Like what?” I asked. He turned so he was on his side, his palm sliding over my cheek. I turned on my side as well, staring into his green eyes. They were bright enough to get lost in. So lost that I almost didn’t realize he was leaning closer, not until his lips brushed mine. And in that moment there was a spark. Not like they zap from static but it felt like lightning surging from his lips to mine. It wasn’t painful, it was like feeling butterfly wings against your nose. It felt like the heat of a bonfire.

He pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, “Did it work?” I shook my head. Feeling bold, I turned him on his back and straddled his hips. He inhaled sharply, his hands resting on my hips.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try it again.” I smiled, slightly breathless. He grinned and sat up, slipping his hands under my shirt and moving his hands over my back as he kissed me again. Derek’s touch warmed my body as if he were made of fire. Our lips were like magnets, only separating when something came between them. The first was my shirt, then his. Derek broke the kiss, his eyes taking in my body. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. He moved in to kiss along the line of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips trailed over my shoulder and across my collar bone drifting down my chest.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly against my skin.

“Mhmm” I couldn’t quite articulate anything further. I felt him as he continued moving lower. I gasped involuntarily as I felt his tongue softly flick my nipple which spurred him on. My fingers curled tightly in his thick dark hair as he lightly sucked and kissed my breast. Every touch lit a spark in me, shock waves traveling through my body. Even if my mind wouldn’t remember, it seems my body did. It’s like something placed itself into motion and I was being pressed down into the mattress. Derek hovered above me, one hand propped him up and the other slid down my front, undoing the button and zipper on my pants. He paused again, waiting for my nod for him to continue. I nodded, lifting my hips for him to slide my jeans and underwear off to be tossed to the unknown. My fingers fumbled with his jeans. As I began to slide them off, his breath hitched. He was hesitant... how long had it been since he had....this?

“Derek, we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not going to let her ruin this.” He removed the last of his clothing and there we sat for a moment, bare to the world and each other. Slowly, he laid me back on the bed, the softness of the sheets above me and the firmness of his body above made me lose any uneasy feelings I had. My hands ran up his sides and over his shoulder blades. He leaned down, growling softly in my ear as his hand went south towards my inner thigh. I squeaked a little when his thumb brushed the little bundle of nerves. He chuckled, bringing his hand up and licking his thumb. Cocky bastard.

“All that for me?” He grinned, positioning himself. My hand ran through his hair, tightening my hold and bringing his attention to my eyes.

“I may be patient, but not that patient. So-” I was cut off by a sharp gasp as he rocked himself inside. Any other time, it had always been a pleasurable sensation but now it felt like there was loud music playing and the bass was making my chest vibrate with every beat. Derek pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes glowing red. The reflection of his pupils showed me that mine were red as well. This was the ritual.

Derek fell beside me panting heavily. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his. He was laying on his stomach so I could see the triskelion tattoo between his shoulder blades. I turned on my side, tracing it with my finger. He shivered at my touch and hummed. If those dreams from before told me anything, it was that I was on the right path, no matter how hard it was to get here.

“(Y/N)?” He turned to look at me, his head propped up by his arms.

“Yes?”

“I need you to help me today. There’s another person I’m looking at for the pack.”

“Derek,” I sighed, “I don’t think it’s safe to turn more people with the hunters around.”

“Just come by the hospital with me today. I promise you’ll understand.” I looked at him, thinking if I wanted to continue the Beacon Hills werewolf population.

“She needs our help.” He sat up, a serious look on his face.

I nodded, “Okay. Let’s go.”

At Beacon Hills memorial hospital, Derek and I had taken our seats in the waiting area, closer to the treatment rooms.

“Where did you find this girl anyway?”

“I heard her ambulance drive by, plus there’s a viral video of her having a seizure and it’s not pretty.”

I shook my head, “Why are people so cruel? I don’t understand how people have the time or energy to just be that hateful, it must be exhausting.”

“Listen... find Melissa McCall’s voice.” Derek leaned over, whispering in my ear. I closed my eyes, tuning out the voices in the emergency room.

“It's been a while since we saw you, Erica.” Melissa said kindly, “You were being so good about taking your medication.”

“Are you gonna tell my mom?”

“Well, I swear I don't want to, but there's this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs, and I don't know if you've seen my legs, but for a girl my age? They're still pretty hot. So... doctor's gonna be in a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. McCall leaving an examination room, placing a chart in its holder outside the door. Derek took my hand, pulling me to the room, closing the door behind us. Derek was looking at her chart that he had taken when we had come out. According to her chart, her name was Erica Reyes. She was a mousy looking girl, her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes were dull, lined by lack of sleep. She didn’t seem like someone who would stick out in a crowd, but one thing could make her the victim of cruel kids.

She sat up on the hospital bed, looking worried as two individuals who definitely weren’t doctors came into the room. And of course, Derek was an intimidating person.

“Lie still.” Derek looked over her chart, “Side effects may include anxiety, waking, acne, ulcerative colitis..." Yeesh!”

“Who are you?” She asked, looking between us.

“Let's just say we have a... mutual friend. You get a warning right before you have a seizure?”

“It's called an aura. It's-it's like a metallic taste in my mouth.”

“You don't have to lie, Erica. What does it really taste like?” He looked at her seriously.

“...It tastes like blood.”

“What if I told you... that all of this could go away? The side effects, the symptoms... all of it. And what if all those things not only went away, but everything else got even better?”

“How?”

“Let me show you.” He started to walk towards her, but I grabbed his arm before he made it further.

“Erica, before you say yes. You need to understand that there are consequences. If you are not extremely careful, you will be hunted down. If you don’t learn control, you could kill someone. That’s not something that goes away. So you need to think about this-”

“I’ll take it. I am tired of being the girl who shakes and pisses herself on the floor. I don’t care about the risks, I can’t live like this anymore, please.” She pleaded. I looked back at Derek, he only nodded. She was so troubled and desperate to be normal, something that I could understand seeing as I was someone who became the town’s pity case. But I could never imagine her life.

Derek stepped up beside me, his eyes red, “Do you want to give her the bite?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.” I turned away, “I’ll watch the door.” I walked out and closed the door. The general chaos of the emergency room covered up the sound of Erica’s scream.

The next day was quiet. I had gotten some flack from Scott and Stiles about Erica and interrogated to find out who the next beta was going to be. And in all honesty, I had no idea who he was choosing next.

“You honestly don’t know?” Stiles leaned against the doorway of my room.

“Yes, Stiles, I don’t know.” I said, finishing up an inventory for the lacrosse team. He stomped up behind me, turning me in my chair abruptly so I looked at him.

“How are you so calm about this? Derek is drawing battle lines and all he sees is power. Who does that sound like?” He raised his eyebrows. I clenched my jaw and stared up at him.

“He is nothing like his uncle.”

“Ya know, you’re right. He’s not dead like his uncle. But he’s going to be when Gerard Argent cuts him in half.” He said in an exasperated voice, “You and Scott are important to me. You know that.” I reached up to my locket subconsciously.

“(Y/N), we found out who the other beta is. Vernon Boyd from the lacrosse team and we think he’s turning him tonight. You have to talk him out of it.”

“I can’t talk Boyd-”

“Not Boyd, Derek. Scott is going to the skating rink where he works, I’m going to his house to distract him if he’s still there. Please.” I sat back. Stiles was right, Derek was thinking about destroying the hunters, fighting fire with fire. He took the death of the omega personally, and I think that Gerard’s purpose of defending Kate’s memory was also a breaking point. I don’t think he realized that he was putting these kids in danger.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him.”

“Good.” He said, looking towards the door, “Because Scott is waiting in your car.” A horn sounded outside.

I pulled up outside of the skating rink and shut my car off. Scott looked at me, seeing my hands still gripping the steering wheel.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Derek made me believe that he was changing these people because they needed it, but now that I know that he’s changing them for a battle with the hunters?” I looked over at him, my eyes flashing red, “I’m pissed.”

Scott led the way inside, the skating rink was empty. I could remember when my parents had brought me here for a birthday party. Stiles had fallen on his ass many a’time, even when using the walker.

“Boyd, we just wanna talk...” His voice echoed through the rink. Somehow walking on the ice wasn’t as hard as it used to be.

“Hey, come on. Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons-- I mean everything.” We saw Boyd appear from the other sink of the rink.

“He told me about the hunters.” Boyd said, not seeming concerned at all.

“And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it.” Scott said incredulously.

“I just don’t wanna not eat lunch alone every day.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. So Derek’s approach was the closeness of a pack. Isaac wanted power, Erica wanted to be adored, and Boyd wanted friends.

“If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.”

After he spoke, Derek walked out from behind a Zamboni in the middle of the rink, “That really hurts, Scott.” He looked at Erica and Isaac who followed, “I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?”

Erica looked completely different than yesterday. Her hair was curled, her outfits looked like they had been taken from a fashion magazine and her makeup...well, she was wearing makeup.

She hummed dramatically, “Hmm. In a word? Transformative.” He let out a roar, her fangs growing it.

“Isaac?”

Isaac smirked, “Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive... but, other than that, I'm great.”

“Derek, this isn’t right what you’re doing. You have to know that right?” I tried to find a trace of the man from yesterday but he wasn’t there.

“I’m doing what’s right for my pack.” He motioned his head to Isaac and Erica.

Scott glanced at me, then back at Derek, “Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight.” He sighed. Fighting? I don’t believe Scott mentioned fighting here. But from the stance that Derek held and the energy coming off of him, he wouldn’t step down.

“Then go home, Scott.” He said in an amused voice.

“I meant, fair for them.” He said, seeing Isaac and Erica walking towards them. He went down on one knee, punching the ice, sending splintering cracks through it. When he looked up, he had shifted. Derek looked at me and seemed just a little shocked that I had also shifted. He looked betrayed almost.

“So you’re choosing his side?” He asked.

“I’m not choosing sides, you’re the one making them.” I growled. Isaac went after Scott, while Erica started towards me. Scott went forward while I went back. From what Derek had said, alpha wounds on betas could be fatal if not treated right, so I didn’t want to hurt Erica. I just had to make sure that I didn’t get hurt by Erica. She swung her claws wildly, I barely dodged each swipe. I grabbed her hands.

“Erica, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s funny, because I want to hurt you!” She slammed her forehead into mine, sending me skidding back on the ice. When I was trying to stay on my feet, Erica kicked me back into the wall. I slammed my back against the glass, sending cracks up the wall. She smirked at me, grabbing my face in her hand, her claws stabbing into my skin.

“For an alpha, you really are weak. But don’t worry, once Derek realizes that he created the perfect woman, he’ll come to me, leaving you behind...Poor and pathetic.”

Now that. That made me want to hurt her.

Say what you will about Derek and I... But I’ll be damned if I let his sixteen year old girl act like she had any chance with him. I could hurt her, I just couldn’t wound her.

I narrowed my eyes and grabbed her wrist, snapping it away from my face. She looked at me shocked, pain in her eyes. Normally, I would feel terrible. But in this cliché way, I wanted to throw her across the room for even insinuating that Derek would leave me for her. She swung her other hand, claws ready to shred through my face. I grabbed her other wrist.

“Listen, little girl. I think it’s time you need to sit your ass down!” I grabbed her by her neck, throwing her across the rink towards the Zamboni where Isaac had also landed from Scott.

“Don't you get it?” Scott shouted in anger, “He's not going this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“Derek, please tell me this isn’t about power. Please tell me he’s wrong.” I plead with him, my face shifting back to normal. I still wasn’t used to the itch that came from the hair growing and leaving my cheeks and jaw. He looked at me, then back to Scott.

“It's true. It is about power.” He walked up to Scott with his claws out. The look in his eyes, that was the same look from the vision. He wanted power and would take down anything that stood in his way. I rushed over to stop him, but he shoved me away as soon as I reached him, sending me across the ice. They began to fight, but Scott was no match for him. He slashed Scott across the stomach, then punched him in the jaw. He sent Scott to the ground, stepping on his chest. Scott sputtered, coughing up blood. I rushed back, grabbing him by the arm and sending him back into the Zamboni. Keeping my eyes on him, I knelt down and looked over Scott who was breathing heavily. He looked in rough shape.

“You’re making a mistake, (Y/N).” Derek said, cleaning Scott’s blood from his hands with ice shaving from the rink, “A deadly one. Once you realize that, I’ll take you back.” he spread his arms out, “With open arms.”

“If you ever lay a hand on Scott again, I’ll kill you.” I said through gritted teeth, feeling more pain than anger.

Hurt flashed through his eyes, but he kept the same smirk, “Offer still stands.”

Boyd got down from his seat on the Zamboni where he had watched all of the fighting take place. I helped Scott to his feet.

“Don't... You don't wanna be like them...” Scott said weakly.

“You're right...” Boyd lifted up his sweater, revealing the bite mark on his side, “ I wanna be like you.” We were too late. When we were fighting with Isaac and Erica, he must have bit him. I watched as Derek looked back at me before walking with his three betas. They left the arena, the lights going out around us. Scott coughed, his body jerked. I lifted up his shredded shirt. Alpha claws, with festering black wounds.

“It’s okay, Scott. You’re gonna be okay.” I helped him out of the arena and into the back of my car. I sped out of the parking lot, going well over the speed limit to get to the vet clinic. Hopefully, Dr. Deaton was still there.

“You’re okay. You have to be okay.” I’m not sure if I was speaking to Scott or me in this situation. But I was panicking. Scott was dying in the back of my car and he is my friend and I couldn’t lose him. Yes, he was a dumb love-sick boy, but he was one of the best friends I could have asked for

My tires screeched as I parked.

“Oh thank god he’s still here.” I got out and brought him inside. As if he knew, Dr. Deaton was at the door, rushing me inside. We brought him to the operating table, lifting up his shirt.

“Why aren't I healing?” Scott panicked.

“Because it's from an Alpha.” Deaton and I said together, causing us to look at each other.

“...I think we better have that talk now.”

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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Hey, I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where the boys have a human s/o who gets mistaken for a vampire by the Frog brothers, which causes her to get hurt? I really love your writing! 💕

Thank you so much!! Okay, so I love this idea and there might be some minor angst to this story

Day-Time Protector (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1598

Warning: Descriptions of violence

You’d been dating the boys for months now. Paul liked to joke that you were their “day-time protector”, their guardian angel that watched over them as they slept. You’d rolled your eyes and assured them that you were doing your best to get some shut-eye as well. If you were going to party with them all night, you’d need it.

They had made you a little cot in the cave, but the boys called it your ‘nest’. You’d laughed the first time David called it that, but he wasn’t kidding. None of them were. You put it on the list of weird vampire things, and quickly ignored it. The boys had set up a mattress, curtains, and plenty of pillows and blankets that it would make any bed comfortable. You also had your mountain of stuffed animals won for you from the boardwalk, and plenty of their clothes littered inside. You’d asked Dwayne once, and he’d told you they were just so their scent would be present. Again, another thing you added to the list of weird vampire things. You swore this list grew double in size everyday.

You were still human, mainly because you weren’t ready to be one of them just yet. You liked your humanity, as much as you loved your boys. You weren’t ready to drink blood, and, in fact, the thought made you nauseous. So, for now, you’d remain a human. You were sure the boys didn’t mind, as it meant they could snack off you whenever you let them.

You’d been sleeping. Your arms had been tightly wrapped around one of your stuffed animals, and your headphones had been on your ears. You were listening to a mixtape that Marko had made you. It was a bunch of lullabys to help you sleep during the day, and you had just drifted off. It’d been hard to sleep during the day at first. The cave didn’t shield out all of the sun, and rays would streak around it and bounce off the water in the fountain. It was why the boys had to sleep away from you in a separate cave.

You were fine to let them, as they’d all pile into your nest one by one after they woke up. When you felt a dip in the bed, you stirred and groaned. You pulled the headphones off your ears and murmured,

“Is it sunset already?” And then you heard an unfamiliar voice say,

“Nighty-night, bloodsucker.” And your eyes snapped open. There was a teenage boy with a large stake sitting above you. He had a bandana around his head, and he couldn’t be older than fifteen. Vaguely, you recognized him from the comic book store. As he pulled it back, you punched him right in the groin. Dating the four vampires meant that they’d taken the time to teach you how to fight. You were small, and they’d told you to never be afraid to fight dirty. You couldn’t be their day-time protector if you couldn’t even protect yourself. He groaned and doubled over, the stake falling from his hands to grab his groin instead. As soon as he doubled over, you let out a loud scream. You thrashed away from the other brother and threw your stuffed animals at him, scrambling out of you nest as the one wearing a beret tried to grab you. You darted across the room, running straight towards the entrance to their sleeping cave.

“David! Paul! Marko! Dwayne!” You shrieked, trying to get their attention and alert them because, as many times as you joked about intruders, you’d never once discussed about what you were supposed to do if you ever encountered any. Honestly, you didn’t know how the two teens even found your cave. As you ducked to crawl into the entrance of their sub-cave, the brothers grabbed your ankle. You tried to scramble away and kick at them, but even two teenage boys could yank your weight. You felt a searing pain in your leg, and you saw that one of the boys had stabbed you. The boys scout knife was sticking out of your thigh. What the hell is up with these kids? You cried out in agony, and then you spat at the boys, “I’m human, you assholes!” And, for just a moment, they faltered. You thought perhaps it had been your words. Until you felt cold fingers wrapping around your wrist. When you looked up, you saw Davids face. His eyes were yellow and his fangs were bared. He yanked you into the dark, and he snarled at the two teens. It nearly shook the cave around you. They screamed and fell backwards, and, when he moved as if he was going to chase after them, they ran like the pair of scared kids they were.

You cried into his chest as he held you. Your leg was in searing pain, and he had to half-drag you into the darkness of their sleeping cave. The others immediately crowded you, and you winced when Paul reached out to touch the knife. Dwayne grabbed his hand and shook his head, and David cradled you.

“It hurts.” You whined, and the boys all gave you sympathetic looks. It was the worst pain in your life. You didn’t want anyone to touch it, but, at the same time, you wanted it out. It was Davids calm voice that told you,

“We can’t pull it out, y/n. It’s in too deep. You could bleed out.” He told you, and you sobbed into his chest. Those stupid kids. Now that you can finally take a breather to think, you knew that they were called the Frog brothers. Apparently, they had upgraded themselves from wannabe vampire hunters to actual vampire hunters. The only problem was they’d gone after you. A human.

“What are we gonna do?” Paul asked, and you’d never heard so much worry in his voice before. It seemed all the boys were thinking the same. What could they do? They couldn’t take you to a hospital, and they would have to wait to fashion a tourniquet for a few hours. One option was clear. You stared at them and trembled while they all seemed to have the same idea. The boys knew you well, and it was the low rumble of Dwaynes voice that tried to convince you,

“You’d be healed by tomorrow, princess. Tonight if you feed.” He told you, and you stared. You looked at his dark brown eyes, then the milk chocolate brown of Markos. Then, Pauls crystal blues. Finally, your eyes moved to Davids. His icy blues with just a few flecks of green. You tried to wipe the endless stream of tears from your face. It was going to happen eventually, and you supposed getting a knife stuck in your thigh was the perfect opportunity. Plus, you were in too much pain to really think about what had disgusted you so much before.

“Fine. Fine! Just help me!” You cried, and the boys moved seamlessly at the same time. David yanked out the knife, forcing a loud cry from your throat. Then, there were four pairs of mouths on you. Paul had gone to your thigh, Marko grabbed your wrist, Dwayne went for your shoulder, and David clamped down on your neck. You cried and screamed as they tore into you, replacing the pain in your thigh with four new ones. After what seemed like forever, a bloody wrist was forced into your open mouth. It was Davids. His blood dripped down your throat, and, after tasting the first drop, you grabbed his wrist. You held it to your mouth and drank. It was addicting. An ambrosia like you’ve never had before. It was thick down your throat, and the pain quickly faded. It was the only thing you could focus on, and you wanted more. David had to rip his wrist away from your mouth, and you whined. Your hands were still wrapped tightly around his wrist, and he had to arch a brow when you went to pull it back to your lips. You faltered. You licked your bloody lips instead, collecting the blood that had been left on them. David smiled down at you, and leaned down to kiss you. You were one of them now.

That night, you tried to convince the boys not to kill the two Frogs. They argued with you back and forth, and you had to keep your eyes on all of them. While you had been arguing with David about how they’re only kids, Paul and Marko had tried to sneak out without you noticing. You’d freaked, disbelieving that your boyfriends- mates is what they called you and themselves -were willing to kill two young boys. It was David that brought up the fact that they wouldn’t be young boys forever. One day, they’d be adults. Hunters. And they knew where they slept. One day, it wouldn’t just be a knife to the thigh. It’d be a stake to the heart. You frowned at that argument.

You’d cared for them before, but now? You felt the bond they talked about. You felt it pulling you towards them and keeping you firmly in place. The idea of any one of those bonds being severed, cut, was something you didn’t even want to think about. Marko stood besides you, placing a hand on your shoulder. He delivered the final blow.

“What if it was one of us that got hurt?” And you whimpered. The idea of Marko getting staked flashed through your mind. You grabbed him and held him, burying your face in his chest as if he’d protect you from the single thought of it all. He smiled down at you and held you close, before he looked to David. David lit a cigarette, and then nodded at the others. They were having frog tonight.

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Demon Angel AU: Bought and Sold

I had an idea, so I went ahead and wrote it for @whumptober2020 day 20 for the prompt “field medicine” and “medieval”. Hope you like it!

Summary: The demon plans the angel and his escape after learning the angel will get sold and sent to a rich family´s rarity zoo after he shows signs of being too exhausted to heal the demon properly to harvest his horns.

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CW// captivity, slavery, winged whumpee, waterboarding, stress positions, bone sawing, magic exhaustion, manhandling, noncon bondage, whumpee hunted as pray, whumpee turned whumper, catching poles, cages, muzzles, convulsions, inaccurate field medicine (sorry!), forced bathing, implied noncon, blood, auditory and visual hallucinations, thralling and slightly gorey stuff at the end.

It had been a few months since they had arrived to the circus. The routinary wake up call in the morning where the demon was grabbed by the back of his shirt and had a muzzle with bit shoved into his mouth to then be dragged to the river close by for a quick “bath” that was essentially, just submerging him in water and rubbing away the blood and sweat from the day before, was exactly like any other day.

The demon was then seized and brought to the “Demon´s lair”, where he would be thrown into a cage inside the patch of woods until a costumer came. When that happened, the sound of a hornet and the door lifting would be his signal to run.

The demon ran everyday, tried to climb the trees or find something pointy enough to reap the leather binding his numb arms on his back and the muzzle covering half of his face, or tried to jump over the wooden walls, but it wasn´t that the only thing he had to worry about. The demon stopped dryly upon facing a human with his wooden pole with rope on one end. His tail swished in distress behind him, as the bulky human stepped forward and the demon stepped back.

He had had enough humans fishing him by the neck and digging the rest of the pole into his back, forcing him to step into the “trophy cage” to know not to understimate the stick.

The trophy cage was small and he would get stamped on his thigh by the human that caught him to prove they, among a group of three had caught the demon. They would then be asked if they wanted to bring a pair of horns as memento of their victory over the demons: a pair of his horns.

If he didn´t get caught, on the rare days that happened, they would hang him by his ankles or his arms for a while, just so they would be too sore and uncomfortable to properly run away the next day.

There were days where the demon felt hopeless about escaping someday. When he got frustrated from getting away from the gods and their angels to end up captured yet again less than two months later.

The angel, Sann, would sometimes reach to him through the cramped cell with his wings tightly pressed against him, still wearing the clothes that barely covered any skin. On those nights, where the demon leaned into that friendly hand, he heard the angel tell him they had ran away once, so they could do it again.

The demon braced himself from tearing up, because they would burn the angel if he touched his tears. So he just quietly sniffed them back and tried to believe him.

The only times he would see him was at night, more often than not, knocked out until the humans took him in the morning or was too tired to talk and fell asleep on his wing cocoon, the others would be when he was inside the trophy cage.

The demon would see flashes of him flying through the barred cage and the tall tents. Doing acrobacies in mid air that looked similar to when he was above in his homeland, but the feeling to which he flied to, was entirely different.

There was no soul on it, there was no joyful laughter making company to the beautiful dance Sann did on the sky when he first saw him through the small window of his cell, even before Sann first came to visit him at the dungeons.

How long had he observed Sann to know the closed turns were his favorite trick to do back then? How many times had he laughed when he saw those three pairs of wings work, and has seen the angel splat into the trees because he didn´t know the terrain so later he would come to him asking if he could help him take off a stick out of his wings?

In his defense, he was just too interesting to take his eyes away.

He felt a sense of dread when he was pulled out of the cage and forced to walk back to the starter cage. Leaving Sann behind as two poles, one around his neck and the other pinching him in the back, dug into his skin.

How much he regretted he didn´t notice when the hunters came that night and how much he wished he could give him back that freedom to enjoy flying.

The demon was pushed forward and snarled at the human, receiving a painful poke to the side of his abdomen.

“You damn beast should behave like your winged pal. Now, that one knows his place” the human shouted as he digged the pole on his neck getting a pained groan that made him stumble and choke a little on the rope before the human pulled him straight again.

“Such a shame we won´t have him anymore” the other human commented in a sigh. The demon perked his ears and tried to turn, but the pole dug deeper.

“Keep walking” the man growled and the demon obeyed shoving away the anger coiling inside him. Anxiety began tro brew as the two humans continued to talk.

“So that´s really gonna happen? I thought the ring master was more interested in exploring the capabilities of his healing. There´s good coin there…” the man said in a langid voice.

“Oh, he was, but the angel is getting sick or something. It takes too long to make this one’s horns grow again. The Butcher was getting in trouble because he wasn’t providing enough, so he talked to him and Sir decided to put an advert for him” The demon almost stops on his tracks, but he knew better.

The Butcher had certainly hit Sann when he had stopped healing him mid horn before he collapsed on his side and his body squirmed in violent spams. It took him a few minutes to come back to himself.

During that moment it was the only time he was allowed to get close to him and touch him in the Butcher´s presence. The other humans screamed, thinking the demon was doing that to him and tried to hold the angel down, but when the demon used his tail to smack the humans away and hissed to leave him alone, the humans only watched the demon rept to the angel whisper through the muzzle that everything would be alright.

They stared in awe at the demon as the angel came back to himself still shaking even after the convulsions stopped. Both creatures nuzzled each other´s face before inevitably, they were ripped apart. The demon in for another beating.

Of course they would think it was him. Humans didn´t know anything about the rarity´s that occured to them and came to demons for the answers to the questions they barely could formulate and then blame them when it didn´t go as planned.

What happened to the angel, was mere exhaustion, the demon knew, he would have to rest and stop healing him for at least four months if they wanted to continue their wicked business.

The demon continued muttering through the muzzle until the angel opened his eyes again. But even then, his eyes crossed just right when the Butcher straightened him up by the hair and fell flat inconscious into the ground.

With how often it had been happening lately, he had been put into his cage for a while, shows were suspended but instead, he was forced to sit perched up on his cage´s swing and look pretty for the visitors. Wave at them through the nausea he would tell him later he felt all day. He wouldn´t mention it either, but some of his bones and ribs were damaged too because of the human handler´s attempts to keep the angel still.

Without being able to heal it, the angle experienced neverending pain.

“Apparently some rich family´s daughter decided to buy him to form part of her rarity´s zoo” The man said, tuning the demon back into the conversation unfolding before him. “Some of their men will come get him tomorrow night” The demon´s heart skipped a beat as he was shoved inside the cage in heavy panting. The human freed his neck from the rope, yet, he wasn´t relieved in the least when the human kicked the wooden cage “If he´s not around guess we won´t have any use for you anymore, beast” the man´s canines showed as he smiled and patted the cage “Can´t wait to finally have the chance to hunt you down. For real this time, little pest”

The demon kicked the cage as the humans laughed walking away.

“As if I will let a human do that” he spatted in the solitude of his cell before he heard the horn yet again and the door lifted. He still ran in stampede, but this time, he ran to his hiding spot above a tree. By now he had run through the space enough times to recollect enough rocks with his tail and smash them on the ground with just the right amount of strength to sharpen them. He didn´t have much time to experiment with durability, but as the months passed, the large river stone had become quite the sturdy knife. Polished and sharpened enough to cut through his tail, the signs of it, healed by the angel every night.

He grabbed the knife and carefully made a cut through the leather bindings on his arms, stopping right when he felt skin. It was enough overture to give way for the knife to enter and small enough to pass inadvertently.

But now, when he jumped down the tree, he ran through the obvious traps he had fell on the first few times, avoiding the most invisible ones, the bastardous, ankle breaking claws on the ground that would give out his position once he screamed and fell in pain until “the hunters” came to kick the shit out of him or even, hold him down with their poles or seize him. So in that state, he was less of a threat to try to inspect the odd demon that kept a somewhat human form.

He hated the humans that would do that the most. So he stayed a few inches above the ground now, trying to jump from branch to branch.

He wasn´t captured after that, every hunter lost and he was sent to hang next to the Butcher´s tent. This time, there weren´t horns cut up, even if Sann was better, they had sold out tickets to the “great last hunt”

Supposedly, the hunter that got him first the next day, would get to keep him and do to him whatever they pleased.

The demon tried not to think about it and keep the knife working inside the leather keeping his arms together. This night hanging upside down was exactly what he needed. Despite the ache on his ankles and the blood rushing to his head, his hands didn´t stop cutting until they cracked and his arms, numbed out and achy and possibly mismatched as he pulled them forward with a loud crack that forced him to bury the screech on his throat. He cracked his shoulders before bending to cut one of his ankles before the second, careful to not make any noise as he straightened up.

His arms were free finally, if just a bit too heavy, but finally he could lift them up to feel the buckles wrapping around his head, heavy metal padlocks hanging from three different places. He put all his strength in pulling the knife and cut off the leather straps around the edges of his head, slightly cutting one of his ears in the process before he felt it loose and threw it to the ground with a slam.

His chin was a drooling mess and his jaw was so sore without Sann’s healing, but he felt his fangs free, sharper than the knife on his hands or the Butcher’s saw. He passed his tongue over his lips. He felt his muscles aching to run and smash, his claws twitching to be dug into human flesh.

He had been fed everyday for the last months just once a day. Always having Sann put the disgusting gooey putridge between his lips before he ate too because of his useless arms. Whatever was on the bucket had never tasted quite like real food but sufficed to satiate their stomachs for a while.

Suddenly, he heard steps behind him. Heavy, familiar and blood thirsty.

The demon’s pupils became an edge that fixed on The Butcher’s voluminous figure as he set himself in an offensive position. The Butcher passed his hand over the horns hanging from his belt, the very first ones he chopped off his head with a laughter so low it sounded more like an animalistic growl.

The Butcher had never talked to him directly, but his voice, low and deep, sent a shudder down his spine.

“Very well, Pest. I had planned to take you to the young lady who bought the bird, when I caught you tomorrow, but this is perfect” the Butcher stretched his hand towards the bone saw and the fear installed on the demon´s head almost overthrew him, making him hiss and growl as his hair spiked and his tail swooshed irritated “We can just get started now”

The demon bared his fangs and twisted the knife on his hands, adrenaline running through him as the man walked closer, sure to win.

A say ran through the lands closer to the demon´s domains, where unfortunate humans were the one hunted by them, just like he was: For fun and sometimes as appetizers.

“There´s a say in my lands” the demon spoke the human tongue in a hundred voices that drilled inside the Butcher´s head “The sun stole the demon´s true shape, so when night falls, the moonlight grants their true form back to wear and hunt”

A ray of light illuminated over the small demon and shifted, the Butcher stopped on his tracks seeing the monstruos shape it took, a sound close to broken bones, going over and over as the demon became something that made the Butcher’s jaw fall, that made the demon inhale the scent of fear demons craved.

The human in his desperation, in the irrationality of fear, swinged the bone saw above his head, screaming madly.

“As you wish” the demon spoke in a hundred voices behind the Butcher. The demon was pleased to see the moment his eyes widened in absolute terror seeing his gigantic form as the curtain to his tent closed. Catching the blood from the man´s neck from staining the dirt outside.

The Butcher didn´t understand what happened was an illusion at all. The demon licked his bloody lips, sitting over the fallen body of the human, a bite that punctured his throat was non stop bleeding.

“You don´t even taste good enough to be a snack” the demon let out as he licked the blood off his fingers, a claw mark on the man´s stomach digging dip into him. He lifted himself off and picked up the bone saw. Put a little pressure into the middle that ended up breaking it “Well, I will give you that. You at least knew you should have me muzzled” he said tossing the shards away “Word spells are hard to cast with a metal bar inside your mouth” the demon kicked away the muzzle with a huff, “wished I had something better than just words, but demons like me gotta use what they have” he looked down at the human laying on the floor “Now then…”

The demon took the horns hanging from the Butcher´s waist and took one of his assistant´s aprons for himself. Putting the horns on the pockets. He could make very durable knifes with them after all. One for him and one for the angel.

He walked out the Butcher´s tent, finally free to let the humans know who the real hunter was.

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