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yawnderu · 8 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Catgirl!Reader

based on one of my favorite roleplays♡ I'll be writing more about catgirl!reader, watch me.

Ngl, not fully satisfied with this one but here we go.

CW: manipulation (coming from the reader), blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, face slapping, cum swallowing, choking on dick.

"I hate you." Miguel mumbles as you wrap your arms around him, too damn tired to try to pull away from you. He knows it's futile even if he tried, you'd keep clinging to him like a leech. And maybe that's exactly what you are.

God, he hates you. He can't stand all your teasing, or how the only reason you come back to him is his money. He can't stand how you broke down his walls within months, walls he had spent years carefully crafting to avoid this exact same situation.

"Oh, but you love me." You said teasingly, your face against his pecs as you kept rubbing your cheeks on the supple skin. You know he hates whenever you touch his chest, especially after that "nice tits, O'Hara" comment, yet it's so much fun to annoy him. To see the man who stands tall and proud crumble down. Miguel doesn't say anything, simply rolling his eyes as he gently pushes your head away from his chest.

"Puta madre... no puedo más." Miguel mumbles softly, holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers as his eyes close. He doesn't even know why he's dealing with you— he could easily make you go away, yet something about you makes him feel alive for the first time since he lost his daughter. You're a breath of fresh air from all the nightmares, although you're a nightmare yourself.

"Then maybe I should find another man to fund my things, no?" You asked teasingly, knowing damn well Miguel would rather die than allow that. You know he's possessive of you, you know he'd hate to see you go to another man for anything. He would give you the world if you asked for it.

"You know I can't let that happen." He finally looks down at you, pure annoyance on his face, yet his eyes show just how much the idea bothers him. "A man buying you things? I would end him." And it's true. If Miguel could be more honest with himself, he would be. He's very possessive of you, despite the fact that he's fully aware he's being manipulated and used for what he can provide. He already spent too many nights hating himself for allowing it, he already came to terms with it.

"Aw... and what if another man touches me? What if I like it?" Your words make him visibly tense up and he can feel the sensation of his fangs starting to come out. He knows you want a reaction out of him, and for whatever reason, he's giving it to you. It should be okay since you're both alone in his house, no?

"He'd be dead before he could even try to touch you." Miguel replies, dead serious and firm. His voice is a tad bit less sharp, but when it comes to you and other men, his protective instincts kick in.

"You're mine and no one else's. Forever." And just to make a point, he holds your face as he speaks, long fingers holding your jaw with surprising gentleness.

"And what if—" You can't even finish your sentence before Miguel squeezes your face.

"Cállate." His voice is sharp as he snaps back at you, and he's not sure whether he wants to punch or kiss you. He looks down at you with pure annoyance. His 6'9 behemoth frame would intimidate anyone, yet you're simply grinning up at him like an idiot, looking proud about pissing him off. His gaze drifts down to your lips, admiring the plump flesh before, against his better judgment, his thumb teasingly rubs your lower lip.

"Eres tan linda, pero tan cruel." He speaks softly, almost as if he was putting his thoughts into words. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his thumb into your mouth as you begin sucking on it teasingly, your tongue gently rubbing on the bare skin as he disengages the suit on his hand only.

"Dios mío." He can feel himself starting to get hard beneath his tech suit, thinking back on all the times you've sucked him off.

You never did any sexual favors for money, you simply did it as a reward for him. To keep him interested and enamored with you, and it worked. It always worked, all you had to do was get on your knees and look up at him with those pretty, doe eyes.

He disengaged the suit on his crotch, his fat cock coming out and gently landing on your cheek, making you giggle softly. Your paw went up to slowly stroke his shaft as your tongue began to teasingly lick the tip of his dick, the taste of his precum all over it. Miguel hissed as you licked the slit of his tip, his hand now resting on your head, scratching the back of your ear softly, knowing how pleasant is is for you.

"Buena chica." He praised softly, his eyes closing as you began to suck him off, slowly taking more and more of his big cock into your mouth. He helped you by gently pushing your head towards his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tight throat swallowing him up. Both of his hands went to the sides of your head, starting to thrust into your throat deeply, yet still holding back to not hurt you.

"Así, así..." He mumbled as he fucked into your throat, holding you in place once he was fully inside, your nose hitting his well-groomed happy-trail before he began slamming into you again, his fangs now coming out as he got lost in the sensation of your warm throat. You may hold the cards in whatever relationship you two had, but he was always the one in control whenever his dick was inside any of your holes.

"You need it just as bad as me, mutt." His voice is rough and raspy, eyes fluttering as he thrashes into your throat, pulling out only to give you the chance to breathe. You greedily gasp for air, coughing softly as your throat finally has an air flow. Miguel jerks himself off while staring at you, moving the tip of his dick all over your cheek, smearing it with your own spit and his precum.

He waits until you nod your head, lifting your face with one hand as his other one delivers a hard slap to your cheek before he starts to fuck your face again, the stinging feeling of the slap and his cock all the way down your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Miguel is using you like a sex-toy, yet the feeling is always too good to care. These are the only moments he gets to have any control in your relationship, no matter what.

"Mierda..." He hisses out as he bites his lip to prevent a guttural moan to escape his mouth. He looks so pretty like this; eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face covered by a thin layer of sweat, nose slightly scrunched fangs bared as he focuses on fucking your face. His thrusts begin to get more sloppy after a few minutes, and it's clear he won't last long.

With one last deep thrust and a loud groan, he slams his cock all the way down your throat, forcing you to swallow all his warm and sticky cum. Miguel cums a lot, and you're forced to deal with it. Coughing and struggling for air, yet he doesn't pull his dick out, not until he's sure you swallowed all of it.

"Good girl." He praises, sighing softly as he pulls his cock out gently, laying it down on your face as you struggle for air, tears rimming your eyes as you cough. A satisfied smirk sets on his lips as you look up at him with a grin.

"How much money did you need again?"

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #astv #across the spiderverse #miguel x you

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aether-bun · 3 months

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Dating headcanons for dead plate Vince and rody??? (Seperate)

DEAD PLATE BOYFRIENDS!!

Ok. Ok. The chokehold these two have me in is something that needs to be studied actually. Utterly thrilled that I get to write for them. Thank you so much Anon.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Talks of aggression, NSFW if you squint

Reader is gender neutral ♡

VINCENT is subtly affectionate being your boyfriend.

I think it's obvious that Vincent is very cold, inside and out, even if it isn't intentional

Little does the outside world know, however, he's very affectionate with you!

Behind closed doors, he finds small ways to be in contact with you

Knees touching, pinkies grazing, shoulders bumping, the works

It's not that he's afraid or repulsed by full on affection, it's just more comfortable for him to act the way he does. It means he can recharge without being away from you, but without overwhelming himself

I think he's a very big fan of chaste kisses, or at least giving them. Whenever he receives such rushed notes of affection, he refuses to admit it, but it leaves him with a sense of yearning :(

Adores hand kisses holy shit

I like to hc that he has a little lemon tree somewhere that he takes care of with such enthusiasm it's wild

The one thing you can't touch in his apartment is that tree. Hard boundary.

When he comes upstairs after work, he's usually very tired

This means that you both tend to just quietly enjoy each other's presence until he falls asleep in bed

Some days he's REALLY tired.

One of the chefs fucked up a batch so badly that it pushed service back by an additional 40 minutes while he had someone run supplies

It cost him a lot. That chef was brutally torn into and promptly told to never come back. Very unprofessional, but no one would say much about it.

Very exhausting lesson in hiring better employees in Vince's eyes.

That night he just laid down on your thighs and ranted. He doesn't tend to talk much for too long out of personal preference but that night he couldn't shut himself up.

You just gently combed through his hair and listened

The sensations soothed him and he got over the anger fairly well

(now he lays on your thighs some nights just to score some extra nice attention)

Dates are always very lavish, it's his personal favourite thing to spoil you. He always has a hand on you during outings of any kind.

Will pull you closer if anyone stares at you.

Gentle with you, in every possible situation, but firm

He really just doesn't want anyone to hurt you, but on top of that, he couldn't bear the ache he'd feel to see you look at someone else the way you look at him

Slut for calling you "Mine". End of discussion.

RODY is hellbent on giving you the whole world.

Loves loves LOVES cuddles

You cannot get this man off of you he is so clingy

He wants what's best for you and more this man will break limbs for you

I will say you were probably originally going to be a rebound relationship

After Manon, he found you, but it had barely been a month and he was clearly desperate for love

He was honest about Manon and the recent breakup, and in turn, you were honest about your returned feelings for him, but you very firmly said he'd have to move on first

It took a long time. You waited.

When he did get better, you two hit it off! He cared for you and you looked out for him

Your dates are walks through the park, café breakfasts and movie nights

Rody is a big fan of kisses

He kisses you and you can feel his love pouring through them, he deepens the kisses like he's starved, even though you're more than affectionate with each other all the time

Service top or complete bottom. Not because he's dainty bc he definitely isn't. He just loves you so much he wants you to have everything. He lives to serve you at this point let's be so real

Learned how to budget for you!!!! Whoa!!!!!!!!

I think Rody dances with you all the time

Rain or shine, dawn or dusk, happy or sad, he finds it nice to dance with you

It calms him

He gives the BEST MASSAGES IDC

Butterfly kisses and nose kisses are this man's kryptonite. He will cry. He has before.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey!!!! Sorry for the random hiatus, life killed me a little, but I'm back and raring to go! Dragon Anon, if you're reading this, I am working on your req but I'm making sure I actually know the DLC this time so it's taking a while to get through the content. Bear with me!!!

Sorry if these were a little sloppy, getting back into writing is a lil difficult but I'm working as best I can. I hope you enjoyed, and remember to leave your requests in my inbox!

Ciao for now~

#x reader #dead plate rody #dead plate #vincent dead plate #rody x reader #vincent x reader #aether.writes #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Firewatch Part 7

Summary: John Price comes to terms with the reality of you.

Words: 1.8k

CWs: Kidnapping

You had considered just refusing to eat, had your hand on the edge of the plate ready to push it right off the counter in a huff, but one look from Price who seemed like he might actually do something about it if you did stopped you and you swallowed down your pride and ate lunch. It was delicious. Fucker. You could smell the orangey creme brulee that had been made for dessert and were fighting between not accepting it as a protest and trying it because it smelled so good and not doing so felt like you were the one being punished.

The little dish was slid in front of you by a softly smiling Kyle and you wanted to smack that smile right off of his face. Why was he looking at you all indulgent like that? After the shit he just pulled? You grumpily cracked the sugar shell and took a bite. It was wildly delicious but the only thing you could taste was orange on your tongue. You flushed and felt your pussy clench around nothing, still worked up and needy and now reminded of how those fingers had tasted.

That was about as much indignity as you were willing to suffer so you pawed the dessert slowly off of the counter in disgust to clatter onto the floor and hopped off the stool. While Kyle only chuffed softly and Johnny did fuck all to hide a surprised little grin at the small outburst, Price’s eyebrows were furrowed with some sort of confused disappointment.

“Ye’ll need tae clean that up.”

“I’m technically dead, remember? Pretty sure that means I don’t have to clean anything up ever again.”

“Ye’d naw be the first Ghost biding here bonnie thing, and he always manages tae clean his messes just fine.”

“Consider me a poltergeist.”

“Need tae break oot the ouija board Gaz, get our wee poltergeist talking pretty instead of misbehaving.”

“Now where did we put that old thing?”

You glared at them and they grinned at you and for a small, tiny moment it felt like it could be fun to banter away with them like this. And then Price was off of his stool and picking up the dish and dropping it so hard into the sink that the sound caused a flurry of wings outside.

John was usually more controlled than this. He shouldn’t be letting his mind get this muddied, but it felt that everytime he thought he knew what you would do next you went right ahead and did the opposite. He thought hauling you into his office would scare you straight and instead you had been defiant. It wasn’t lost on him that there was heat mixed with that defiance and that affected him so much he had just left you there alone and went to walk it off.

Only when he got back, it was to Soap and Gaz in a fist fight. Not the first time and wouldn’t be the last of course, Soap had a short fuse and sometimes needed one of them to get physical with him, let him work it off. But he could hear you crying. What the hell had happened? How could he have left you all full of heat and rebellion and come back to this? So he stopped it, ordered Soap to get himself ready and go see Simon to cool off. Watched Kyle comfort you. Comforted you himself without even meaning to.

And then he had thought this would make you finally settle and it didn’t. His hand on your waist caused a flush on your skin and a fire in his blood. He fucking wanted you. Not that soft love he had always imagined on long watches in the tower, following your day with the binoculars. He thought one day he’d kiss you softly and you’d melt into him, letting him slowly lay you down on a nice, plush bed as you’d say such sweet little things to him that he’d know that it was the right decision to put a ring on your finger. But you were nothing like that gentle little lady that had existed in his mind, and it made him some mixture of angry and burning with the need to fuck all of his feelings right into you, possess you in ways entirely different from a pretty ring on your finger and a slow press into your heat.

He had to get away from you then, realising how close he had come to completely losing control. Simon had noticed he was off immediately but just given him a firm squeeze on the shoulder and a look of understanding. At least he wasn’t alone then, at least Simon obviously struggled with the reality of you. Still though, Ghost was happy to play rough with Soap for a bit, burn off all that agitation the man was carrying.

And maybe that helped Price settle in a way as well, gave him time to just look out over their forest, their home, and take some peace in how beautiful he’d always found it. Looking out of the tower in one direction he could see the burnt remains of your cottage and then a bit beyond that the small town. He walked the perimeter so he could look out into the other direction, where it was just forest as far as the eye could see, mountains painting the horizon. If he didn’t know where to look, he wouldn’t even be able to pick out the little glimpse of their cabin through the trees.

How strange it was to think that from them to you had always been just a turn on his heel, and he had done it so often. Looked fondly at their cabin and felt the warmth of home, turned to look longingly at your cottage and felt the contentment of the future he could imagine with you.

It didn’t last as long as he would like because then they were back at the cabin and you were doing the opposite of what he expected AGAIN. Hearing you moaning for Gaz got him right back to that volatile mixture between angry and needing to fuck you and then hearing you give away your half baked plan? He had to turn away and light a cigar to distract himself. Even if you had no chance of pulling it off, the fact that turning them against one another had been something you had been considering… once again Price had at least 3 or 4 little daydreams of you that had gotten you totally wrong.

The thing that made him snap in the end was how easily Soap and Gaz adjusted to the reality of you. At least Soap needed to be mad about it first, but Gaz? He so easily flowed around all of the things they were learning about you and bended as he needed to let you flow around all the things you were learning about them. Price was their Captain, he was supposed to look after his team. He had thought he would be able to look after you. And instead it was Gaz doing all the work because he was too confused over every single thing you did to do his job.

The silence after the clatter of the dish made him feel intense guilt at losing control of his emotions like that. He swallowed it back, muttering the word brat under his breath. Unfortunately for him Soap had always had insane hearing and fortunately for you he also didn’t hold on to grudges or anger. Right now Johnny was playful, Simon had gotten all his aggression out and he was more than happy to smooth over whatever Price was feeling.

“Hear that bonnie thing? Even Cap kens ye’r a brat” he said, standing himself to manoeuvre behind you, his toes right up against your heels as he gave a little shove to your back.

You found yourself bent over the island counter suggestively, hands splayed on the surface to try and keep some sort of balance. While it was certainly hot, you rolled your eyes and twisted your head around to glare at him. He was playing with you, teasing. The easy grin on his face was proof enough of that.

“Want a spanking? Bet I could get the brat right out of ye, would that naw be nice for ye?”

“Nice? If someone is going to spank me, it’s going to be someone that actually knows what they’re doing,” you sniped, stamping on one of his feet when he gave a light tap to your ass.

Your stomach was starting to cramp from you getting continually worked up but not finishing and you were not about to ask him for anything. One because you still hated him, you kept telling yourself you still hated him, and two because he had said you needed permission from all of them. If you actually let him touch you he would get you right on the edge and then leave you wanting because Simon wasn’t here to say yes, you knew for sure that he would. How bizarre that after such a short time you were adjusting to the personalities around you, anticipating what they might do. Johnny? He burned through emotions intensely and quickly you were learning, going from furious with you to trying to play with you without too much fuss. Hotheaded.

He barked a laugh and backed off of you, tugging at the back of your shirt to pull you up to standing and dodging when you tried to fling an elbow back into his stomach. Maybe you would have been fine, maybe you could have sort of kept it together, but Price laughed. John Price laughed and it was warm. John Price laughed and you couldn’t help but feel relieved at the sound, tension from the idea that he was upset leaving you even though you should want him to be upset.

Yeah, it was certainly time to get out of their space and get your head on straight. You slipped away with a huff, heading for the bathroom.

“I’m using the shower. Might be nice if I could have some clothes that actually fit after” you said, trying to be venomous.

“Demanding brat as well” Price laughed after you as you glowered at him and huffed off to the bathroom.

You may not have been anything like he had thought, but John Price was starting to come around to the idea. So much so that when Soap casually turned off the hot water he only shook his head with a grin. Your frustrated scream gave him such a sick sense of satisfaction.

“Well, we did say she couldnae cum without permission. Dinnae want her tae be tempted now.”

#mhairiwrites #tf 141 x reader #cod au #fanfic #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #resisting the temptation to bombard you all with hoop photos instead of actual content btw

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lcvecosts · 4 months

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“mine, all mine” Oliver Quick x Fem! Reader pt 3

Warnings: Smut, Oral F!Receiving, V sex,

you’re laying in the gigantic bathtub in your Felix shared bathroom. you have to clean off all the dirt from the dirty lake water for dinner. The water was so nice and warm you lean back and sink into the tub.

The bathroom was gorgeous, but it had something so voyeuristic about it with the bathtub, standing in the middle of the room.

you close your eyes, enjoying the warm sensation, trying to get a moment of pure relaxation. You didn’t get Felix out of your head, but there was also something else you couldn’t get out of your head you talk to Elspeth Before taking a bath and she was, if you can call it gossiping about Oliver‘s life about his dead father, alcoholic mother, and all the hardships he went through before.

You felt really sorry for him, but you also questioned which parts Elspeth was talking about where actually true not to call her a liar, but you know her well enough to know she like to exaggerate when she was talking about other people.

Do you like taking bath so much because you could just clear your mind you felt really sorry for Oliver and it kind of ate you up. You really wanted to talk to him about it, but on the other hand, it was none of your business.

Suddenly, here creek, and the door opens immediately open your eyes and turn your head, and there was Felix standing at the door frame.

“Oh, I’m sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to get ready for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

You quickly shake your head, feeling a little bit embarrassed about the situation but after all, it’s not the first time he had seen you naked before, so it wasn’t something to panic about.

he walks over standing right next to the bathtub. “well maybe I should take a bath as well“ how could you say no to that? He takes off his shirt first and you shifted in the bathtub a bit to give him space he looked a little bit confused about you being in on it. but you practically gave up by now. You’ve tried to avoid a situation like this for years. Try to push him away even though you wanted him but you just couldn’t keep pushing.

You wanted him, he wanted you, and he knew you wanted him. he always knew but he also knew why you tried to push him away like that he respected that he would never get mad about that but he wouldn’t stop trying.

so today would be the day that he finally got what he wanted what the both of you actually wanted.

He gets fully undressed and joins you in the bathtub, leaning back against the cold ceramic. He let out a sigh while sinking into the hot water and grabs your hand, pulling you over, so you would sit back to chest with him.

his strong arms rub around you while he plays soft kisses on your shoulder up to your neck. You shut your eyes again, and lean your head back, fully committing to him. Goosebumps spread all over your body as his hands caress your sides and he kept kissing.

“Y/N.. you’re probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’ve had such a hard time without you around. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing you again for so long you missed me too right?”

You’re nod your head “yes…“

His hands lay down your waist to your hips and down to your thighs gently rubbing them “I don’t want you to leave again you can live with us. I mean if your family is OK with that they are welcome here just like you are.“

Hearing that made your heart melt, but it wasn’t something you could decide on so quick it’s not just random choice to move out of your house and move into another. Elsepth was always a mother to you when you visited Saltburn you knew the family wouldn’t mind you around. You definitely had to make up your mind first.

“I’ll think about it I guess…”

His hand slides down your thigh, grabbing your thigh for a moment, making you flinch before he them moves his fingers to your already hot core.

he starts off gently rubbing your clit with his thumb before he pushes in one finger. you tried to not make any noise, but lean back further, resting your head on his shoulder and tilt your head, kissing his jawline.

You hadn’t been touched like that in a while sex wasn’t important to you maybe because you never had really good sex before or maybe you were just too prude but if you were to prude, you wouldn’t find yourself in the situation, right?

he pushes another finger into you and your hand slides down to his thigh, gripping onto him as he curled his fingers inside you hitting your sweet spot.

your lips pour letting out sweep moan as he was fingering you, but soon that wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more.

“Your skin is so beautifully soft. I just wanna taste you..” he said in a raspy voice. He pulls his fingers out and turns you around pulling you in by your hips.

you weren’t prepared for that, you weren’t prepared for anything that was happening right now. You try not to lose balance and hold onto the sides of the bathtub with both of your hands pushing yourself up a bit so your head wouldn’t be underwater. His head was between your thighs now, as he leans in his lips, touching your folds, he licks you down to up never an eye contact with you. He went slow first, and you could see the pleasure rise in his eyes.

since Felix was experienced at this, he knew exactly what he had to do to make you feel good.

The way he licked you, the way his hot tongue felt on your swollen clit was too much you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore.

He pulled you in even closer as he closed his eyes while he enjoyed the taste of you. Other men liked to receive but Felix loved to give, especially when it came to oral sex.

He’d never say no to a blowjob tho. Still, this was much better.

It was like a treat.

You moan and your grip tightens as you feel your legs get shaky. You could see how much she was enjoying this probably even more than you did if that was even possible, you never thought you would let him go that far but here you are now in the bathtub with him and your leg spread wide open in front of his face. No one had ever eaten you out before your ex-boyfriend were usually on the receiver end so this was the first time for you, and even if it wasn’t, it was really special.

he starts using his fingers on you as well, and it only took a few more moments before your breathing started to get even heavier and your legs even shakier until you cum with a gasp.

Felix opens his eyes again, looks at you with a smirk you get back in the position you said before, and he wraps his arm around you again, pressing a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips.

“ that was amazing… Really. You taste so good..”

what he said, felt so dirty it made you blush even more, you felt a bit embarrassed.

“Thank you.. you are so good at this.” You say and he leans back with you in his arms. “I know.”

The two of you take a few more minutes to relax in the bathtub before you get out and wrap the towel around your body. Felix dries himself off, and the both of you go to sleep in your bed together. He usually wouldn’t do that, but after sharing something special together, it only felt right.

But there was something weird, you didn’t wanna think about it too much, maybe you memorized it wrong. the door to your room was wide open before you went to bed, when you entered your room before you closed it. You were so sure you did.

#saltburn oliver x reader #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn #oliver quick x y/n #oliver x reader #oliver quick #felix catton x reader #felix catton #smut #fluff

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stylesparker · 6 months

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second chance (at love)

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

WARNINGS: season 2 era, character death, a lot of dialogue (sorry), horribly written fight scenes, overused tropes (but I don't care), and of course the usual mixture of fluff and angst

A/N: I finally got around to finishing this request, and I'm so sorry I took absolutely forever with this. I hope you like the way this turned out! I had so much fun writing it. Reblog if you like as always :)

"It's okay, Sammy, it's okay."

Those words cycle through his head over and over again, plaguing him as he stares at you; unmoving, lifeless. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the knife impale your stomach, the blood that seeps through the fabric of your shirt, and worst of all, the life draining out of your eyes as you clutch onto him in your last moments.

You've been dead for seven minutes.

"Well isn't this something."

Sam snaps his head to the woman that appears out of thin air. Her hair is dark red, long and silky, and she's dressed in black jeans and a black leather jacket. Her smile is sickeningly sweet.

"Poor Winchester, lost the girl, huh?"

"Who the hell are you?" Sam's voice comes out gruff and harsh, his glare menacing even to the demon. Her smirk gets wider when Sam grips you tighter and pulls you closer to his chest.

"Does it matter? I'm here to help." She blinks, letting her eyes turn to their natural state, that dreadful black signifying her as one thing.

Sam scoffs, "Right, 'cause all you have are good intentions."

She shrugs, "I'm here to make a deal. You gonna take it or not?"

Sam knew this wasn't right. He knew he promised you if anything happened, he'd live the life you thought he deserved. But, you didn't know what it was like to have to watch the person you love die, and know that person wasn't coming back. He stares, and stares, until finally he agrees.

"What do I have to do?"

DAY 1

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Sam asks you for the tenth time, watching you pull on your boots with a wince. He stands in front of you from where you're seated on the motel bed.

"Sam, I am fine, you don't need to hover over me like I'm some wounded animal that's gonna collapse out of nowhere!"

"Well you are kind of a wounded animal at the moment-"

"Sam."

He sighs, "I'm just making sure. Can you blame me?"

You release a sigh of your own, standing up from your spot (not without Sam extending his arm to help), and rest your hands on his shoulders. "I know, I'm sorry. But really, I'm fine. It was a close one, but I'm still here aren't I?"

Sam looks at you gravely, eyes gliding over your features like he's taking you in. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but closes it quickly. After a moment, he nods, and gives you a soft smile. "Yeah," he swiftly lands a gentle kiss on your forehead and takes your bag before you can grab it yourself, "I'll take our stuff out to the car, meet me out there when you're ready."

You sway on your feet, looking at Sam weirdly as he makes his way out the door. You wonder why he took so long to answer you, but you push the thought away when you realize that you almost died, so of course Sam's gonna have a hard time dealing with it.

You follow him outside with a new pep in your step, determined to make Sam feel better. As soon as he shuts the trunk, you settle into the car together, and you wait for Sam to pull out and drive off. Instead, he pulls out one of Dean's CD's and pops it in, while you look at him curiously, intrigued to find out what he chose.

Once the music starts, you smile and stare at him incredulously. "Really? Since when have you wanted to listen to Metallica?"

He shrugs with a small smile, "I don't know, just in the mood."

You laugh, "Who are you, and what have you done with Sam?"

"Shut up," He rolls his eyes but that small smirk remains on his lips. "Can't you let me be nice?"

"Dean, is that you?"

"Stop it!" He playfully slaps your arm just before he puts the car in reverse and takes off down the road. Listening to your laugh again is music to his ears, and he can't help looking at you as you bob your head to the music, not paying attention to him whatsoever.

He doesn't know how he's going to pull off this deal, but he's going to do everything in his power to bring you back.

Even if you hate him after.

DAY 2

"How do you have no rooms available? There are like no cars outside!" You angrily shout at the teenager who's working the front desk at some shitty motel you and Sam found off the road. The kid shrugs, which angers you even more, so you huff and slam the door on your way out, stomping up to the Impala with a confused looking Sam watching you.

As soon as you swing the door open he asks you, "What's wrong?"

"There's a damn kid in there telling me there are no rooms left! I swear to god, and he barely even looked at me!" You plop down on the seat, rubbing your eyes a tad harsher than Sam thinks you should, and look at him sadly. "I was really hoping we didn't have to sleep in the car tonight."

He rubs your arm in hopes of cheering you up, and says quietly, "Well, at least it's not cold out like the last time we had to sleep in the car?"

You shiver at the thought, "Oh my god, my toes were actually blue the next morning."

He smiles, "Exactly, so let's find a spot and rest for the night, yeah?"

You nod, but you still pout sadly in your seat as he drives. "I should be making you feel better, you haven't had a wink of sleep since like, what was it? Tuesday?"

"I think Monday."

"Sam, it's Thursday! You didn't sleep Tuesday morning?"

"No." He shrugs like it doesn't matter.

"What were you doing while I was sleeping then?"

"Watching over you."

You didn't know what to say after that. You don't know how you'd forgotten, but Sam clearly hadn't. Now you feel bad.

"Oh." You gulp. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize. I just, I don't know, wanted to make sure you would be okay."

His words make your heart skip a beat, and you can't help but lean over and grab his hand. His eyes dart to the sudden touch on his hand, and he glances over to you. You're looking at him so fondly, and he wishes he could just tell you. Get it over with.

But he can't.

So he lets you hold his hand in silence.

He drives for another 15 minutes until he finds a trailer park with almost no trailers, so he figures this will be a good enough spot for the night. He doubts anyone will show up here at least until the morning, so he takes the risk. He's so tired he doesn't even really care.

Sam opens the door on the driver's side to get out, walking to the trunk to grab the few blankets that you guys have, and comes back with one.

"What, no blanket for me?" You joke.

He throws it to you with a blank stare, almost like he's saying really?

"That is for you, jerk."

"Where's yours?"

"That's the only one we have."

Your mouth drops with surprise, "What? I could've sworn we at least had two?"

"We must have left the other one with Dean." He shrugs. "It's fine, I'm not that cold."

"Sam-"

His eyes pin you down with a hard stare, interrupting what you were about to say, so you give up, but not without a mumbled, "fine, jeez."

While you curl up against the door on your side with half of your blanket under your head, and the other half over your body, you look at Sam out of the corner of your eye with sympathy. He's a lanky guy, maybe not so thin since he's got the muscle, but the dude has long ass legs. The upper half of his body is leaning against the car door like yours, but his legs are uncomfortably folded so he doesn't get into your space. You hear him huff and shuffle around, which makes you wince and feel even worse than you did. You're not even close to comfortable so you can imagine how he feels.

For almost half an hour, you both listen to the other shift around without saying anything, and it gets to the point Sam can't handle it anymore. Until he gets an idea.

"Y/N?" He doesn't have to ask if you're awake because you're both well aware neither of you have slept.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

You peek your eyes open, and his arms are still crossed, but he shifts so his front is facing you.

"Would you wanna... lay together?"

He looks nervous, so you joke with him to hopefully ease him. "What, you too cramped over there?"

He scoffs, "A bit, yeah."

You giggle, sitting up and scooching closer to him, "Okay. Stretch your legs."

He extends his legs out across the seat, and opens his arms to invite you in. Now you're the nervous one as you shift even closer and lay your head on his chest, laying on top of him almost completely flat. You don't want to admit how much more comfortable this is. You fix the blanket so it's over the both of you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you more lightly than you thought he would. Or maybe hoped.

"Better?" You asked.

He nods, his chin lightly grazing your head, "Much."

Your back is to his chest with his arms resting over your stomach, and you're glad he can't really see your face because you can only imagine how bad you're blushing right now. You shift in his hold again, which has him looking down at you and squeezing your hip.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Mmhm." You nod quickly. You really want to turn over, but... that's weird right? That would be too close? This already seems intimate enough, and he can probably tell how awkward you're already being. You hope he doesn't think it's because you like him- no, because you cannot like Sam. Your best friend of nine years is off limits. You've been in the same bed before, you've even cuddled before, but you were kids then. It's different when you're 23 right? You haven't really thought about Sam like that before, but, you guess it's bound to happen because, well, Sam is Sam. You know it shouldn't be weird, not at all, but you're both adults who know about certain adult things that take place when adults are alone and comfortable with each other and-

"Y/N?"

Shit. "Yeah?" You try not to sound squeaky.

"What's up?"

"Um," you steady yourself, "can I turn over? I just- I feel a little awkward staring at the ceiling."

He laughs a little, "Yeah, of course. Is that what you were thinking about?"

"...Yeah?"

"Why does that sound like a question?" You can almost hear his smile.

"It's not." You assure.

He lifts his arms so you can turn over, and you do with a little bit of struggle, trying not to elbow him too much, but he gets hit with no complaint. Once your cheek is pressed to his chest you breathe a sigh of relief, and try not to think about how he stiffened then relaxed when you wrapped your arms around his abdomen.

"Better?" He asks.

"Much." You copy him from earlier, and his chest shakes with his laughter. You don't speak after that, but you relish the moment with him, despite feeling unnecessarily guilty for it. After a while, you fall asleep, and Sam does too.

He hopes you were thinking about him, and you wish that you weren't. He wishes you would say you love him, but you hope that he never finds out.

DAY 3

The next morning wasn't weird like you thought it would be. It was almost like you had done this a million times before. But, you had a case today, so there was no time to think about Sam. Only your job.

You spent most of the day driving around the town trying to find answers to three consecutive murders. All women, and an obvious lead to werewolves. You never really thought about how well you worked with Sam until now; all day you bounced ideas off of each other, gaining clues and offering suggestions like it was easy. It was, you guess, when your partner is so damn likable. Once you found the location, you and Sam were quick to head out the door and track down those werewolves.

They were about 20 minutes out from where you guys had been located, and when you spotted them in the cabin shortly off the road in the woods, you both agreed this would be a stealth mission.

Sam shut off the car and quietly shut the door shortly after you, and you both go to the back to grab your weapons and whatever else you'd need. He points to himself and then the cabin, and you roll your eyes at the man, allowing him to go first and lead you there. His long legs are hard to keep up with but you make do as quietly as you can, and every so often he'll stop and put a hand out to stop you. It tends to hover over your stomach so you have to try harder not to be too loud when you breathe.

A loud bang and shouts erupt from the cabin, interrupting the silence that filled the air, and you both take off in that direction. Sam kicks the door in, allowing you to take notice of the girl tied to a chair in the middle of the room, and two men facing off against each other; one on the floor and the other hovering over him. You and Sam don't even look at each other, as soon as the two of you make eye contact with the two of them, it's on. Sam goes for the one standing, immediately charging at him and toppling the both of them over while you go for the one on the ground. He's up quicker than you would have wished but you still throw your knife in time to where his shirt gets pinned to the floor.

While he's distracted trying to pull it out, you land on top of him and stab your extra through his chest, twisting it until he's too weak to throw you off of him. You don't hear anything behind you, so you let off of him a second too soon, and while you're looking for Sam the werewolf grabs the knife and slices your shoulder with it. You scream in pain, and get torn off of him from the other one. You hit the ground next to him hard on your bad shoulder, and you kick his leg out from under him, sending him to the floor.

Sam appears behind him with a nasty looking cut on his forehead, and his shirt torn to pieces, but he's able to kill him before he gets to you. The other one grabs Sam's leg, knocking him to the floor, allowing him to get the upper hand and attack him. Before he lands the final blow, you grab the shotgun and shoot him in the head, and watch as Sam topples over shoving him off. As much as you want to worry about him, you run to the girl first.

She's sobbing as you cut off the rope that was tying her hands and feet to the chair, and you let her fall into your embrace as she uses you for comfort, rubbing her back and whispering reassurances that you hope is making her feel better. You feel Sam's hand grab your shoulder and you look up at him, finding a troublesome look on his face.

"There's more out front. Get her out of here, I'll distract them."

"What? Sam, you're coming with us!"

"There's at least three of them on their way in here-" He starts.

"And you'll shoot them! Grab the gun and let's go!" You shout angrily, which has him furrowing his brows at you but he grabs the gun anyway and covers you as you carry the girl. You only make it halfway to the car before the other werewolves have found you, and Sam's only able to take out one of them before one is on him. The gun gets knocked out of his hand, and this is when you realize you'd left the other one in the cabin.

"Shit." You mutter.

"No, no, no, no-" the girl starts crying and freaking out again and you shush her, stupidly running in the opposite direction to try and outrun the werewolf. Again, stupidly. You're not as fast as a werewolf, especially with a girl who's about the same size as you in your arms, so he's able to catch up to you no problem.

He throws you both to the ground before he's pinning both of your hands in his tight grip and holding his body weight above you, forcing your hands together to hold them in one hand, and using the other to choke you. You hear the girl crying and you're pretty sure she's running away from the sounds of the leaves and dirt crunching beneath her feet.

You struggle to kick him off of you, he's much bigger than you are, so you hopelessly kick and scream as much as you can, only hoping Sam gets to you in time.

Just as you think he won't make it and you're losing consciousness, his hands leave your neck and suddenly you're gasping for air. You can sort of make out Sam and the werewolf fighting, but your vision is blurry so you can't tell who's on top of the other. Your breathing is harsh and you can hardly see, so when hands grab your shoulders and tug you upwards, you scream and swat at him, not realizing that it's Sam.

"Hey, hey! It's me, it's Sam!" He rubs the dirt off your face with one hand holding the part between your good shoulder and your neck so you don't fall over as you cough yourself into a fit.

"Sam," you rasp, and grab onto his arms tightly as you finally start to catch your breath again. You don't mean for the tears to fall out of your eyes, but you did almost get choked to death and your neck and shoulder hurt like a bitch, so it was bound to happen.

"W-Where's the girl?" Your voice comes out scratchy, but Sam just holds you and looks around while you lean against him.

"I saw her run for it, I don't know where though. It looked like she went towards the road, but it's too dark out for us to go after her like this. Let's just hope someone nice picked her up."

You nod, coughing into his shoulder, and his large hand rubs your back as you start to breathe normally again.

"Are you okay? I thought you-"

"I'm good," he reassures, "let's focus on getting you out of here."

Your shoulder is pretty bad, but his head is smeared with dirt and blood, and the cut on his forehead looks even bigger than when you first saw it.

"But," you cough, "Your head-"

"I'm the one who can stand on their own two feet at the moment, so would you just let me help you up?" You roll your eyes, but you let him carry you to the car anyway.

DAY 4

It's way past midnight, and you're pretty sure you and Sam scared the living daylights out of the front desk girl at the motel you found. The Impala wasn't stacked with any first-aid, so you had to go in looking like you were both mauled and run over by a truck fifty times. You paid, she gave you the key, and she was immediately running to the back, whether that was to call the police or hide you weren't sure.

You and Sam clung onto each other and helped each other up the stairs to the next floor, hobbling to your door like a couple of sick children.

You could tell Sam probably had a concussion, he's starting to look even worse for wear than he was. But he still insists on cleaning you up first.

You try not to whimper too loud when he lifts you onto the bathroom counter, but he shushes you gently when you let out silent scream and you grip his bicep incredibly tight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He whispers.

"It's okay, Sammy, it's okay. I'm fine." Your reassurance falls on deaf ears. His grip tightens, but he doesn't look all there anymore.

"It's okay, Sammy, it's okay."

Suddenly, he's back on that road again, holding you in his arms. He remembers how cold you were, how lifeless. He feels weird because, he can see you right there in front of him, but somehow, his brain is telling him you're gone. You're not here anymore. His plan failed and he never got to tell you-

"Sam!"

His eyes refocus and he feels your hands on his cheeks. They're warm, and they're soft, nothing like how they were then. They rub his face gently, but the look on your face is one of concern, and mainly fear. He didn't realize how hard he was holding onto you, letting go as soon as he comes back from whatever that was.

"Sammy, where'd you go?"

He's not entirely sure, but he knows he can't tell you, or it could potentially break the deal. "Huh?"

He tilts his head slightly, eyes gazing at you like he didn't just stare into your soul with the most fearful tear filled look you'd ever seen.

"Sam, what happened?" You ask seriously, "I lost you for a second there."

He shakes his head. "No you didn't, I'm good." He breaks eye contact and grabs the alcohol, pouring it onto the cloth and gripping your shoulder.

"On three?"

You sigh, and take a deep breath. "Yeah."

"1-"

"2-"

"HOLY FUCK-" You practically double over and almost fall off the counter. You would have if Sam hadn't wrapped his other arm around you and kept you still while he cleaned the blood off and disinfected your wound.

"Sh, sh, sh, you're good, you're good. You got it, yeah? Breathe with me."

You grit your teeth as you try your best to follow along. "Fucking- shit, I hate you so bad right now."

"You'll get over it."

Once he's done cleaning it, he's able to wrap it and get it fixed up in no time. It still hurts, but, you've let him baby you enough.

"Alright, Winchester, your turn."

"You can't even lift your arm-"

With your good hand, you lift your other arm and use it to smack him across the shoulder.

He scoffs, "That's cheating."

"I still have one good arm left, so watch your mouth."

He rolls his eyes, but he relaxes when your soft touch spreads over the skin on his forehead. He watches you as you clean and bandage the wound just like he did, but now your faces are close, and he remembers he's standing in between your legs.

"Stop staring at me." You mumble, concentrating on stitching the last part on his cut, but also on the way he's staring you down.

"I'm not." He shakes his head, but you pinch him for moving, so he mutters out a sorry, and stands still again. A couple minutes later, you tap him on the shoulder, stating that you're all finished, and he gets this look on his face when he moves away from you.

"Can you uh- help me out?" You laugh, embarrassed a little bit for asking him to help you off the counter, but he does it without even thinking. His hands slide under your underarms again, lifting you just a little to where you can slide your butt off the counter. "Thanks."

"No problem." He nods his head, sending you his boyish smile, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest a bit. Did this guy really just stand between your legs and patch you up?

You both get into your separate beds, and lay down on your fresh clean pillows. a nice contrast to the doors of the Impala. But, as much as you like the bed, you almost wish Sam would invite you into his. It's much more silent than you wish it was, but Sam must have felt the same way because his voice cuts through the silence.

"Hey, Y/N?"

You look over, "Yeah?"

"Try not to get yourself killed too much, yeah? I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smile softly, "The same goes for you, Winchester."

He thinks that's the closest thing to a confession that he can get.

DAY 6

He wishes you would've stayed in bed longer.

"How is it that I've almost died like three times in the same week?" You ask him, hands holding your face up on your knees while the two of you sit on the curb on the side of the road.

The Impala is crushed.

Dean can most definitely fix it. But not until he's murdered the both of you and buried you in Bobby's backyard.

"How about we not mention that?" Sam suggests, peering over at you while you stare directly ahead at the car.

"Why not? I mean, we almost die everyday doing what we do, but like, this week- man, this week has been horrible." This sounds like the start of a ramble, and he's right. "I've come like an inch from death so many times this week I'm surprised it didn't actually happen. Like, right there, ten minutes ago, I swear I thought it was over. One minute, I'm singing along with you and the next Baby's upside down in the middle of nowhere." You shrug, and after a minute, you start to laugh to yourself.

"I feel like this is some sort of sign from the universe or something, so- so I'm just gonna say it." You push yourself to your feet and turn around, facing him, while he's still sitting on the curb looking up at you curiously.

"Say what?" He asks cautiously.

"Dude, I love you." You breathe out all in one breath. "I love you, Sam. You're my best friend, and I don't think I tell you that nearly enough, but you are. And so is Dean, but Dean's different, he's not- he's not you Sam. He's my best friend too, but you're..." he wants to laugh at the way you're staring at the sky and shaking your hands trying to come up with what you're trying to say, but he's so gobsmacked right now he can't really do anything else but stare in wonder. "You're Sam. You sleep with me in the car even though I can tell you get nervous, and even though I'm always nervous too you make it go away. You still stick by me even when I'm stupid and you carry me away from all the bad guys that try to kill us," you laugh," and you stitch me up and bandage all my wounds when I'm hurt even when I don't want you to because I know you love me and you show me better, and I wish I could do the same, so this is me showing you."

He stands from where he was sitting, but he can't really move anything else. He wants to move towards you, though something is holding him back. His chest starts to fill with dread, and suddenly, the deal is starting to glare at him straight in the face.

"Please don't let it be weird now, you don't have to say anything, just- let's sit with this and figure out how to get home, yeah?"

"Well, Winchester, things turned out for you, didn't they?"

Your body turns to look at the woman behind you, and Sam merely looks over your shoulder to see the demon he was hoping not to see.

Your face contorts, "Who the hell are you?"

Her face brightens, and her smirk gets wider as she glances between you and Sam.

"Aren't you two just perfect for each other?" She claps her hands together. "I'm so glad you've come to your senses, hun. Now, I can finally be on my merry way."

"No," you stop her, "How do you know us?" Your body twists again to face Sam, and all of a sudden, your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. Just by looking at his face you know something is wrong. "Sam?"

"I'll explain everything-"

"Go easy on him, sweetheart. What he did saved your life." She winks, and her signature red hair swishes when she disappears, just like that, just as she'd appeared.

"Sam..." you start, your voice dangerously low, "Who the hell was that."

He clenches his fists, taking a step closer to you, "Y/N, look-"

"Just tell me straight out, Sam! What was she talking about?" You practically shout at him, you're so anxious, you don't know what to do, what to expect. But what you possibly expected was nothing like what he said.

"You died. She was the reason why I got you back."

Your eyes hold a heaviness to them that only great sadness could bring, and he wishes he could take away that burden but he can't. He gave it to you.

"What?" You whisper. You say anything any louder and you think you might snap.

"She made a deal: I have seven days to-to..." he sighs, closing his eyes and prepares himself for what he's going to say next, "to get you to tell me you love me. Otherwise, you would stay dead. Permanently."

You don't say anything for a minute or two, and he doesn't expect you to, but he wishes you would have more of a reaction than what you're having now. There's this blank stare on your face, but it's sunken and it looks like he's given you burden upon burden to carry. Maybe he has.

"So basically," you start, clearing your throat, "You made a fucking bet, with a demon, you could get me to fall in love with you in seven days?" You scoff, "Otherwise, I'd be dead for good."

"No, that's not-"

"That's what it sounds like to me, Sam!" You scream.

His face falls, "I saved you. Nothing, and I mean nothing, else mattered, okay? I didn't care what kind of bet- no, I meant deal, I meant deal, it was, okay." He shakes his head. "Obviously I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't lose you, alright? I had the opportunity and I took it."

Your heart burns, it feels like you need to claw it out and throw some water on it, but all you can do is let it fester and grow and heat up every single nerve ending in your body. You want to be fine with it, he saved you, but, this isn't how it's supposed to be.

"I can't do this right now." You mutter, closing your eyes.

"What?" He steps forward, and you take three steps back.

"I have to go."

DAY 7

"You picked her up, right? She's with you?"

"Yes, Sam, she's with me. And you better be with Baby, you hear me?"

Sam rolls his eyes, and looks to the car that's being worked on in the shop.

"And don't let them touch her. I'll do the work myself when we get her back to Bobby's."

Sam grimaces, "It's a little late for that, buddy."

"Sam!-"

"Look, drop her off, okay. When you come here, I'll take the car back and you stay here, got it?"

"You're so lucky I saw Y/N first, or I would've whooped your ass-"

"Yeah, I got it, see you soon."

He hangs up the call and slaps it closed, the sound echoing into the air as he puts it back into his pocket. He looks around, but it's just empty road, and the car shop.

So he'll just have to wait.

...

"Dean?" Your voice calls out through the house loud and clear, and it makes him sad to think you may not be so happy seeing that it's him.

"It's me."

Your figure appears in the doorway of the kitchen, opposite of him.

"Oh, hey."

"Hey."

You're both quiet for a moment, not really knowing what to say, or even how to start, but Sam can only think of one thing.

"You can be mad at me, I deserve it. But just know I did it because I love you. Even though you made me promise to all that moving on shit, I couldn't do it." He pauses. "I know you love me too, but if you need time I understand that."

"Sam," your voice breaks, "I understand why you did it, but why did you have to lie?"

His chest sucked in, "She-she made it a part of the deal, that you couldn't know. If you knew or found out it would've been off."

Your shoulders droop and you step toward him, just one step.

"I just- I just can't believe that I died, Sam."

"I know." He nods, "I know. If you... have any more questions, I'm here to answer them."

You shake your head, but don't say anything else. Neither of you really have to, everything's been said. It's up to you where this goes from here.

You take two steps closer, closing most of the gap between you, and lean into him. His right hand drops the bag he was holding and wraps his arms around you, holding you close just as he did several days ago. You don't hug, or squeeze, but you're there, and that's what matters.

"I love you," you breathe, "but you're such an idiot."

He shakes a little bit with laughter, "I know."

"But, if I'm being honest," you look up at him, "I probably would have done the same thing too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Nothing else has to be said. But he can't help but lean his face closer to yours, waiting, hoping that this wasn't something he was imagining. Your eyes bore into his, and you're the one who closes the space between you. Once the gap is filled there's no breaking it apart, and neither of you plan to.

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Title: New Hire [2]

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Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Summary: After escaping your demanding, violent father, you get your first job nannying for Ari Levinson.

Warnings: Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Dubcon, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: @cocobutterqwueen strikes again, smh. pretty sure this is the second time i’ve turned a oneshot into a series on account of her, lmao. fair warning, i don’t know where this is going, but i hope you’ll enjoy getting there as much as i do. floral divider by @firefly-graphics

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

Even in dreams, the steady rocking motion of your body makes itself known. Through the runny watercolor of your subconscious, you’re aware of the back and forth, the quiet whisper of the sheets on your skin.

“That’s it.”

Ari’s low voice drags you out of unconsciousness, and you slam back into your body, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation as his thick cock slides back into you.

“Good morning, Kitten,” he rasps, dragging his teeth down the side of your throat as you whine at the fullness inside of you. “Couldn’t wait.” His hair falls into his eyes as he grins at you. He loops his arm underneath your thigh, angling himself deeper as you gasp and moan.

“Ari!”

You don’t know how long he’s been at it, but your body already feels wound up tight like a spring as he continues to work you over. You should be used to it by now, it’s how he’s woken you up every day for the last week. It’s like he’s starving for you, his hand buried in your hair as his teeth scrape against the still-new mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

His thick cock punches the air from your lungs in a strained moan, and you feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Fucking cunt’s so perfect, Kitten,” he says in a voice like black honey. “Could stay in my pussy all day.” Despite yourself, you clench down around him at his words, and Ari looses a ragged groan. “That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Fuck.” He’s already so big that you feel the stretch of him every time, regardless of how often he’s you, and you can already feel the base of his cock swelling with his knot, forcing you open even.

You’re not sure if you’re pleading for him to stop or continue as his name drips from your lips like a blasphemous prayer.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—” You cum with a pitiful whine, digging your fingernails into the thick muscles at his shoulders, your thighs squeezing his hips as you writhe underneath him. Ari growls, baring his teeth as he bears down, the frayed cord of his restraint snapping.

“M’gonna fill you up how you need, Kitten,” his voice is low and guttural, fingers digging in to the meat of your hips as he ruts into you. “You want that, don’t you, Omega? Keep you nice and full of me, just like you deserve—” Ari slams into you so hard you squeal, tearing at the bedsheets underneath you as his knot pops into you, sealing the two of you together as he cums, hard. Ari presses his face into your throat, his beard rasping against your skin while his teeth slot neatly into the puncture wounds he’d left behind.

With a pathetic whine you cum again, a strangled gasp escaping your throat. Ari’s pleased growl vibrates against your skin, and you lay there beneath him, panting in the aftermath. When he pulls away from you, you can faintly scent the copper on his breath before he drops his lips to yours, kissing you.

“Morning,” he says again, and you squeak out a quiet “morning” in response before you hide your face against his shoulder. He chuckles breathlessly. “Shy, Kitten?”

You can’t help the embarrassment that heats your cheeks as you nod, unable to look him in the eye. You’re still not used to it, the intimacy. Even though it’s been a week since Ari moved you out of the guest room and into his, it still feels… surreal. Ari drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, before rolling onto his back, bringing you with him, sitting lewdly astride his lap with his cock still wedged inside of you. You grab for the sheets as he rolls over with a deep, sated sigh.

Ari drags his hands up and down your sides, and slowly flexes his hips into yours, laughing softly, when you cover your face with your hands.

“No, Kitten. Don’t hide from me.” Gently, he pulls your hands away, and you’re forced to look him in the eye. “Not so bad, right?” He gifts you with another languorous thrust, and you whine when his knot pulls at your cunt.

“N-no,” you mumble, your face burning. “I just… this is new, I never…” You swallow thickly. Aside from clumsy teenage fumbling that left you feeling guilty and unsatisfied, you’d never really been with anyone. Your father had quite seen to that. In fact, you could scarcely remember your “first time”, a painful, ten minute affair with one of the Beta boys from the neighborhood you’d been sweet on. “I never really had a boyfriend.”

Ari cups your chin. “I’m not your boyfriend, Kitten.” He swipes his finger across the fullness of your bottom lip. “I’m your mate.” The rings on his fingers glint in the low bedroom light. “And I’m going to take care of you.”

“Are you?” The question pops from your lips before you can swallow it down. You remember the way your father took care of your mother, how she worked herself half to death while he drank and smoked and fucked away her efforts. How she’d died, alone in that hospital because your father was too blitzed to drive—

“I’m a man of my word.” Ari says, furrowing his brow and cocking his head at you questioningly. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“I—no,” you admit. You feel your hindbrain preen as he strokes the apple of your cheek. Alpha is strong, it murmurs, just beneath the noise of your thoughts. Protects us. “But I’m… I’m scared, Ari. I, I don’t know you, a-and we’re mated, and—” You’re beginning to hyperventilate, all the ways in which this is wrong, so wrong are circling in your head. He’s your boss, it’s inappropriate, never should have happened—

“Hey, hey, Kitten, it’s okay,” he sits up, his softened cock slipping from your oversensitive folds as he presses you to his chest. Ari is so big, even sitting it’s like he towers over you as he wraps his arms around your body. “I know, I know things are new, and different now.” His voice is so soothing, so easy to listen to as he rubs his hand in circles on your back. “Sometimes this is how relationships go, Kitten. The rest will fall into place.”

He sounds so sure, it’s hard not to believe him. Your panicked breaths ease as Ari rocks you, his lips soft against your temple. You actually feel… safe.

Safe.

You’re not sure how long you sit there, but your heart rate has eased, and your staccato breaths have returned to normal by the time the pitter patter of little feet outside the door draws your attention. Liam bangs on the door with his tiny fists, and you hear the rumble of Ari’s laughter in his chest.

“Daddy,” he calls through the door. “It’s breakfast time, daddy! Are you up yet?”

“Wait for me in the kitchen, pal,” Ari calls. “We’re going to go out for breakfast.”

You manage to disentangle yourself from Ari—which is no small feat, considering how much he likes to touch you—and get into the shower. You make it quick, hopping out just as Ari is about to step in, and his palm cracks loudly against your ass as you scoot by. You yelp, as much from the pain as from the surprise as Ari clucks his tongue at you.

“Next time wait for me, Kitten.” He says with a wink. You rub lotion into your skin as you sit on the bed, before slipping into a sundress and sandals. Liam is downstairs waiting patiently, and he beams at you as you enter.

“Good morning!” he chirps, his wide grin missing a few teeth.

“Morning bud,” you say, crossing the kitchen to the fridge. You pull out the orange juice, and pour some into one of Liam’s brightly colored plastic cups. “Here you go.” He takes it from you, and takes a grateful swallow. “What do we say when someone gives us something, Li?” You ask, cocking your head.

“Thank you,” he replies bashfully, his little cheeks reddening. “I, I went to your room this morning but you wasn’t there.”

“Weren’t there,” you correct gently, more out of habit than anything. Your own face grows warm at his words, and you find yourself scrambling for an explanation.

“Well, um, you see, I, um—”

“She’s my mate, Liam,” Ari answers easily, and your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. You don’t know how a man as large as Ari manages to move so silently. “We’re all one big family, now, aren’t we?” You’re not sure Liam really comprehends the seriousness of the commitment—one you weren’t even sure if you’d consented to—but he seems pleased just the same, sipping on his orange juice.

“Y-yeah,” you reply with a small smile as Ari loops his arm around your shoulders. “Family.”

—

You’re not sure why you’re surprised when Ari parks the Jaguar directly in front of Goldie’s, but you suppose you shouldn’t be. Ari doesn’t do anything small, and that apparently includes breakfast. Goldie’s is a diner—the most popular one in the tristate area. The line stretches around the block, but Ari doesn’t bother finding the end of it. You try to ignore the murmurs of frustration filling the air behind you as Ari pulls open the double doors.

“Kevin, good to see you,” he greets the maitre’d with a familiar smile. “Any room for us?”

“Always, Mr. Levinson.” Ari grasps your hand, and you hoist Liam on your hip. He’d fallen asleep in the car with his thumb in his mouth, and it was too adorable for you to disturb him just yet, even for the waffles he’d been promised. Ari squeezes your hand, before leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“You’re such a good mother, Kitten.”

The complement makes your cheeks warm even as your stomach fills with hot lead. This wasn’t what I signed up for. Your conflicted thoughts won’t move from your mind, no matter how hard you shove at them, and as you settle the boy in the booth, he pops his thumb from between his lips and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Thank you.”

Your heart clenches. You do love Liam… Ari isn’t wrong about that. Ari sits across from the two of you.

“What are you hungry for, Kitten?” He slides you one of the menus with a wink. “On me.”

You open it, and begin scanning the items. Everything is expensive, all fancy, overwrought versions of staple items.

It looks amazing.

You’d never been anywhere like this before, not that you could remember. Your parents hadn’t had the spare funds for much—sometimes, not even groceries. And nights out had consisted of the drive thru, or if you were especially lucky, Chinese from the shop a few blocks away. This was… entirely new. It makes you feel… strangely inadequate. After all, what kind of person’s never been out to eat before?

“Um, this looks good.” You point at something underneath the section labeled Tried and True. Ari nods his approval at your choice. You glance down at Liam. “What are you getting?”

“Waffles!” He’s as decisive as his father. “Dad promised.”

“You’re right,” Ari’s warm laughter fills your ears. “I did.” When the waitress returns, he orders for everyone, checking that nothing’s changed. “That’s right, isn’t it Kitten?”

“Y-yeah, that’s, um. That’s it.” From your bag, you produce one of Liam’s coloring books and a pack of crayons, which he accepts and thanks you for without prompting. You busy yourself asking him about his drawing—it’s easier than acknowledging Ari, who watches the two of you with a pleased expression.

So he does it for you.

“Kitten.” His hand covers yours and you’re forced to look up, meet Ari’s cool gaze. “Your family name—your father’s name, it’s Randolph, isn’t it?” He asks, and you swallow thickly, nodding. There’s no use lying to Ari, and you know it. It’s like he can smell the dishonesty on your breath whenever you try.

“Yes. I have my mother’s maiden name, though.” You wonder if he can feel your relief at that through the bond. It’s been almost a year since you’d left your father’s house—run away, really. But you were grown, had been grown for years. So even when the cops found you in that shitty apartment before Ari, all they could do was tell you your father was looking for you and ask for permission to share your location, which you hadn’t given them.

You don’t like talking about your father. Even before last week when Ari had snapped after the amusement park, you kept the mentions of your past vague and uninteresting, unworthy of further questioning. You hadn’t hidden anything, either; Ari knew your real name, your phone number, previous addresses. It was certainly enough to get more information about you if one had the resources at their disposal.

What resources did Ari have at his disposal?

Breakfast is delicious, and by the time you make it back to the car you feel overfull, but sated. You climb into the passenger seat after making sure that Liam is buckled in safely, and you don’t jump when Ari rests his palm on your knee through your dress. He rubs tender circles with his thumb as he navigates out of the crowded parking lot and out onto the road.

“Did you have a good time, Kitten?” He purrs, and you nod, your breath catching in your throat a little.

“Yes, it was really nice, Ari. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. It’s what I should be doing for you.” He gives your thigh an affectionate little squeeze. “That reminds me. I have something for you.” The lopsided grin on his handsome face sets butterflies swirling in your stomach. “Well, two things. Glove compartment for one, my wallet for the other.” He fishes the dark leather wallet out of his pocket, and tosses it into your lap. “I had a card printed for you. Now you won’t even have to ask.”

The thick black card is metal and heavy, and there’s a gold chip glinting at the other end of it. Your name is printed in raised block letters on the front, and you run your thumb across it. It feels strangely serious as you slip it into your own wallet, almost afraid to open the glove compartment next.

“That’s the real gift,” Ari replies jokingly, nudging you with his elbow as he turns off of the freeway. “You can buy whatever you like, Kitten.” It’s unsettling being handed the keys to the proverbial kingdom—you’re not even sure what to do with them. You know Ari’s…wealthy, though you’ve no idea what his paychecks or… anything look like.

“Ari—”

“Open your other present, Kitten.” In the glove compartment is a long, slim jewelry box. Even the velvet covering on the outside feels expensive, and when you crack it open with nervous fingers, the delicate gold chain inside winks at you from the white satin cushion. You only briefly wonder if it’s real—knowing Ari, it certainly is. Gently, you stroke it with the pads of your fingers.

“Do you like it?”

“Ari, it’s beautiful.” The pendant hanging from the chain is shaped like a sitting cat, inside a heart. It’s the nicest piece of jewelry you own—everything else you have is gaudy and costume-y, things you’d grabbed from stalls at the mall when you took Liam with you to pick things up. Ari smiles at you, squeezing your knee again.

“I’m happy, Kitten.”

The Jaguar rounds the corner into the private drive leading up to the house. The gate slides open at the car’s approach, and you glance back at Liam, who is wide awake and flipping through one of the simple books you’d been reading with him. The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe was Liam’s latest fascination, and you all were currently right in the middle. You stifled a quiet giggle as you watched him carefully avoid flipping past the brightly colored bookmark—so as not to spoil himself with the illustrations.

What a good kid.

Ari’s low mutter draws you from your thoughts, his tension arcing sharply through the bond.

“What the fuck?” It’s so low Liam doesn’t hear it, but you do, your eyes snapping up to his face. Ari looks surprised, yes, but angry too, and you follow the line of his vision to—

“Stay in the car, Kitten.” You nod wordlessly at his order—he hadn’t even needed to make it an Alpha command, you would have obeyed him either way. Your stomach clenches and rolls, and your mouth won’t move as Liam leans forward in his seat, tugging on your elbow.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, his little voice muffled through the ringing in your ears and the rush of your blood. You can’t answer him, no sound comes out of your mouth as you stare at the man through the windshield, and he waves at you around Ari’s stern shoulder.

“Well aren’t you all grown up, darlin’?” You’re not fast enough at rolling up the windows, and even as Ari blocks his view, you hear his smug laughter. “What,” he says loudly in protest as he tries to skirt around your mate.

“Can’t a man see his daughter?”

to be continued…

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gangrenados · 2 years

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concept - making out with dick or jason while patching up their wounds because they won't hold still otherwise

•Man both of them are so stubborn it's pretty hard to get to cooperate and let you help them.

•You see Dick and Jason jave zero problems with nonchalantly bleed out in the spot and deal themselves with whatever injury they might have.

•They've done this before and they're well aware of the lows this kind of duty brings you, it's okay as long as they don't have any serious organ punctured or too many bones broken.

•Besides if it's too serious then they'll go to Alfred or go to one of those specialized doctors who attend vigilantes or crash into an ER.

• if you don't know about medicine, then there's no way in hell they'll let you treat the serious things

•Well, maybe if things are pretty bad and they're running out of options they might consider it.

•So the things they'll let you do is cleaning wounds and maybe, maybe stitch the little ones ( only if you know how to do it properly, if not then forget about it)

•Okay but what if you give them kisses between them??

JASON TODD

•I believe it would be easier to deal with Jason in this case since he has a big soft spot for you and he tries his very best to be calm and careful around you when he's injured.

•Jason always says tbat they're not the big thing, he had worse and this is just a little scratch compared to what he's been through.

•He says this as he deals with a bullet wound on his arm, you can notice he's gritting his teeth as he presses the bloody rag on top of the damaged skin.

•He's pulling a poor act to make you believe he's okay, when you can notice how the pain and exhaustion is affecting him.

"Let me help you." you plea as you grab the tools off of his hands and start working on the wound.

•Jason doesn't say anything, he just accepts it and stares at you the whole time in awe.

•Jason stills finds funny that you ask him if it hurts when you're dealing with his injuries, the majority of the time he says he's fine and you return his words with those lovely kisses that can wash away the pain he's feeling, at least for a brief time.

DICK GRAYSON

•Now Dick is another story, he would want to make everything himself and will not say a thing as he does it.

•So you're most likely will find him all bruised and tired in your sofa with a aid-kit by his side and bunch of gauzes and band aids scattered all around.

•Dick always have a serious face when he's dealing with his wounds and if you ask him if he needs any help he'll just mutter an "m'fine" without taking his eyes off of the bloody injury and he either cleans it or tries to stitch it.

•He doesn't whine nor makes a noise, maybe a little curse here and there but that's about it. Dick is as silent as the dead night, but the pain is gathered on his eyes.

"Dick?"

"I told already you I'm fine sweetheart, I'm not lying." Dick sighed as he looked at you. He was battered up, muscles tense and covered in purple bruises.

•He was holding a band aid that was supposedly going to cover the fresh stitched wound on his side.

•You sighed due his undying stubbornness," will you let me kiss you better at least?" he hesitated at first, but couldn't resist to feel something nice after exhausting minutes of dealing but nothing but wounds, grim and blood.

•So he just nodded and let you kiss him as you promised, delighted by the kind gesture you gave him.

•And maybe it was because he got lost in the kiss, but Dick didn't put much of a fight when you took the band aid from him and volunteered to help.

•Dick vacillated for a second, unsure if this was the right option. "Just do it carefully okay?" he said, eyes darting from you to the white fabric you were holding

#Jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #Jason todd headcanon #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood headcanon #Dick grayson imagine #Dick grayson x reader #Dick grayson headcanon #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing headcanon

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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teehee >:3

Tagging: @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway Reblogs appreciated, Requests Closed while I catch up - let me know if you want to be tagged for future works! (thank you dcbicki for the gif!)

“Where’s my stuff?”

You lift your head up from where you’ve been scrolling on your phone to find him leaning over you, one hand planted on either armrest of your chair. He’s doing his best to look threatening. Bless. That’s not worked on you in a long time.

“What stuff?”

It’s a silly question. You know what stuff. You’re the one who stole it, after all. But it’s worth asking just to see the way his face twitches.

He holds up a hand in front of you. It does look rather bare without all of the usual rings on it.

“O-oo-oh,” you say, drawing the word out, uncrossing and recrossing your legs - and bumping his shins with your feet as you do. “That stuff. Yeah, I might know something about that.”

“Come on. I need to get a move on.”

He’s trying to sound grumpy but you’ve known him long enough to hear the genuine concern creeping in around the edges of his voice. He really does need to get a move on, he’s in his suit - which means he’s about to go out on a job. You know he likes to be fully dressed and that includes the jewellery.

You look him dead in the eye and tap your lips.

“I’m sure there’s a way you can get it out of me.”

“Look, I don’t have time to play silly buggers with you,” Tangerine groans. You shrug.

“Well, guess this silly bugger can’t help you then,” you reply, matter-of-fact. You go back to looking down at your phone. You don’t miss the way his hands tighten on the armrest of the chair.

Suddenly, one of those hands has caught your face in it, holding your chin between a thumb and forefinger, once again angling you to look up. Before you can open your mouth to say something scathing his lips are on yours, hard.

Tangerine can be a very gentle, romantic kisser; or he can be a ferocious one. This falls squarely into the latter option. His moustache bristles coarsely against you and you secretly feel a little spark inside you at the roughness of it. You have to open your mouth to let his tongue slide against yours, hot and wet, dominating. He pushes you back into the armchair, one leg sliding forwards between your knees. The hand holding your chin tangles in your hair and grabs hold tight.

When he breaks, you’re left breathless. You can see from his dilated pupils that he wants to continue. But he was serious about not having time.

“My stuff,” he says, voice hoarse with desire, “please.”

He doesn’t say please often. You give in, reaching into your pocket and pulling out one of his rings.

His brows crease together, a delightful picture of confusion.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“Well that was only one kiss. And I took five things.”

Tangerine lets out a sigh so long you think he might wither away from it. But you know what’s happening: he’s accepting that he’s going to be late.

It’s nice to win these little squabbles.

#tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #bullet train fanfic

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Can we have more about Hugo?! I think that was one of my favorites!

Yes! I am a bear girl and I am willing to write a lot of Hugo <3

Werebear (Hugo) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: attempted sa, xenophobia themes between fairyfolk and humans, implied violence, vaginal and oral sex, anal play, nsfw were bear smut, dubcon

"I'm sorry, Hugo, but Rod is making me go to this birthday thing,” you groaned into the phone as you pulled up to the bar where your boss was holding his non-optional birthday celebration after work.

At the very least, everyone who attended got a free beer, so you’d pulled a clean sweater out of your locker after work and fluffed your hair. Now you were slapping on some lip gloss so you didn’t look like you’d literally just come off the factory line even though you had.

“Come home, you worked two shifts. You are exhausted,” he growled, “you shouldn’t even be driving. I told you I would come pick you up!”

“I can’t!” you snapped back, “I have to go and I’m perfectly fine to drive.”

“You are tired and going to drink!” he hissed back, “I’m coming to get you.”

“Do not come get me!” you said.

“Where is it?” he growled.

You glanced at the giant red plastic sign of a dancing crab out of your front window.

“Timmy’s Crab Bucket,” you read the name of the joint off of the screen, “but don’t bother coming down here. I’m not staying long. I’m just going to get a beer, tell Rod happy birthday, and come home. I’m beat,” you sighed, “I probably won’t even drink it.”

He snorted and the line went dead.

You rolled your eyes at your grumpy mate, but were too tired to call him back. You just wanted to get this over with so you clutched your purse to your side and headed into the restaurant.

Greeted by a few of your also exhausted coworkers, you made your way to the bar to grab a beer and pretend to settle before you could make your excuses to leave.

“You smell nice, (Y/N),” Rod said, standing a little too close as he eased a bottle in front of you, “I’m thrilled you made it!”

You gave him a wan smile holding back the retort that it wasn’t optional.

“Happy Birthday!” you said instead, holding up your beer.

Rod was your average middle aged, middle management bloke. He wore tapered jeans with a brown belt and grey New Balances. His flat, brown hair was thinning and his blue polo had a stain on it, but he wasn’t a bad looking guy. If you hadn’t met him at work, he was the sort of person you’d run into at the hardware store giving women unsolicited advice on products.

His eyes drifted all over you. You noted the moment they landed on the bite on your shoulder, your oversized sweater revealed and narrowed. It was only for a second and they quickly moved on to your chest.

“Lemme get a kiss for my birthday!” he said, pulling you in for a hug and forcing your face to his cheek.

You instinctively stumbled back out of his arms after smashing the corner of your mouth awkwardly against his.

“S-so got anything planned for the next year in your life?” you asked, trying to slide away from him.

He caged you in against the bar, with his arms. Rod wasn’t massive or built, but he was bigger than you. Taking a step in he leaned down to you, so you could smell the hard liquor on his breath.

“Maybe start a new relationship,” he said, “there’s a pretty girl I’ve had my eye on.”

Your eyebrows went up.

“Need another drink, sweetheart?” the wolf bartender asked you, to your relief, glaring at Rod and seeming really eager to take the beer in your hand away from you.

You took the opportunity to manoeuvre out from under him and took a few steps down the bar to talk to the bartender.

“I think I’ll just have a glass of water,” you said, passing the beer to him. You suddenly felt too uncomfortable to drink. He gave you a worried look and took it, returning with a glass of water.

You wandered away to try and talk to a few coworkers, feeling someone’s eyes on you. Warily you glanced up as Rod threw a few shots back at the bar with some of his buddies. They were gesturing and looking at you, seeming to be getting more and more upset about something. Feeling weird about the whole thing, you decided it was time to go and said your goodbyes to your coworkers. Abandoning the cup of water at the bar, you quickly made your way to your car through the empty parking lot.

“Where you running off to doll?” Rod’s voice behind you made you freeze, just as you got to your car. You turned slowly, squeezing your eyes shut and wincing before schooling your features.

“Just tired,” you said, your eyes darting to the two other guys standing by him, “figured I’d head home early. I work first shift tomorrow.”

“You weren’t even gonna say goodbye to me?” he pouted and they all took a few steps towards you, backing you up against your car. A finger drifted over the bite on your neck.

“You animal fucking whores are so stuck up,” he slurred with a growl, “what’s wrong with human men? Sick girls like you only wanna fuck pigs and dogs. There’s got to be something wrong with your brain. Daddy touch your princess parts when you were a little girl or something? That why you’re so fucked up?”

You took a step back only to run into your car.

“What?! Rod? What the fuck are you talking about?” you hissed. Rod had mentioned his anti-Fairyfolk sentiments in passing, but never like this. You’d just ignored it and kept your silence because he was your boss and you didn’t want to piss him off, but this was way over the line. You turned around and fumbled with your keys.

“Look, you’re drunk and I’ve got to go home,” you said, trying to get your door open, “fuck off!”

“Ahh!” you cried as he grabbed you roughly by your hair and pushed you against the car.

“Let’s give ‘er some human cock,” one of his friends chuckled, jerking your wrist painfully and pressing your hand to his crotch, “That’ll fix er.”

“Get off!” you howled, but no one heard that.

What they all heard very clearly was the roar that rose up behind them. A roar you recognized.

“Hugo!” you gasped, collapsing against your car as the pressure on your scalp released.

You didn’t know where the men went or what Hugo did with their bodies, not bothering to turn around. Covering your ears you tried to block out the screams until there was silence. Flipping back around Hugo was stomping across the parking lot, blood splashed on his chest, his eyes flaring.

You took a step back into your car, your heart fluttered. He looked utterly feral, his muzzle wrinkled and his teeth bared. His claws were out and his arms raised as all eight feet of him thundered towards you.

“I told you to come home after work,” he growled, looming over you.

“I- I- had-Rod…” the words died on your lips, your eyes were wide and you were shaking.

The reason you had to show up to this thing was probably dead, your excuse was meaningless.

“Then, I told you I would come and pick you up,” he hissed, “you didn’t listen to me either time because you are an insufferable stubborn ox.”

He pulled you up to face him sniffling your cheek.

“His scent is all over your lips,” he snarled, “did you kiss him?!”

Tears leaked down your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to, he grabbed me!” you stammered.

A deep rumble rose in his chest and he pushed your head down. With a quick flick of his wrist, his cock popped out of the sweatpants he was wearing and he shoved it past your lips without another word, his hand buried in your hair. He as so tall he didn't even need to push you onto your knees, just shove you against the car so you were hunched a bit.

Instinctively, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth watered at your mate’s familiar scent and taste. Groaning you sucked him to the back of your throat.

Clutching the back of your head he fucked your face, his balls slapping wetly on your chin as you drooled on the massive cock you could barely fit in your mouth. He jerked you off of him, leaving a trail of spit and precum leaking down your chin. Flipping you around, he threw you over the hood of your car.

You screeched as his claws shredded your leggings, leaving your ass bare to the blessedly empty parking lot.

“I’m gonna fuck the sense into you, woman,” he snarled, slapping your ass with his massive hand.

“No! Hugo! Stop! Not here!” you howled, but he was already shoving his tongue into your pussy to get you ready for him.

“I’m not putting you in my truck smelling like that bastard,” he growled into your pussy, his voice ragged and hoarse, “his scent is all over you. Did you let him touch you anywhere else?”

“No! No!” you whimpered.

He wasn’t listening, his tongue roughly lapping at your clit, pushing the hood out of the way so that the pebbled flesh was torturing your tender nub. Your pussy leaked at the rough treatment and you cried into the cool metal of your car.

His hot breath made clouds of steam around your cunt as he devoured it until you were soaked, aware of the hot wet streaks making their way down your thighs. When you came a rush of hot fluid poured out of your pussy drenching the scraps of your leggings.

Standing, he grabbed you by the back of your head with his thick hand and shoved you into the hood, mounting you. You screamed his name as his cock stretched you, mercilessly.

“That’s it, honey cake,” he groaned, bottoming out inside of you, “I want them to hear you screaming my name inside.”

He slammed his hips into you, more confident now that he’d taken you a few times. He knew how hard he could push you and how roughly he could batter your tight little cunt. It never got old to him. He could fuck you slowly, quickly, sleepily, it didn’t matter. Each time his cock got painfully hard and his balls heavy with the urge to pump his cum into you.

He was manic with blood lust and needed to seed you, shoving your much smaller body over and over into the hood of your car as he used your pussy. You gasped as his thick finger found your asshole, something he’d never done before. He’d been waiting to explore this, but suddenly he needed to punish you a bit for disobeying him. The large digit speared you, making tears come to your eyes and you spat out incomprehensible curses.

It didn’t feel bad, it was just an unexpected invasion and there was a slight pinch of pain at first. Soon he was pumping his one finger, then two inside of you at the same pace as his cock fucking your pussy and you could only drool and whine.

His heavy body came down over you, not squishing you, but pressing you firmly into the hood. Your clit ground against what was left of your panties, driving conscious thoughts from your mind.

“You’re my woman, (Y/N). I own every part of you. You’re gonna listen to me when I tell you to come home,” he snarled in your ear, “say yes, sir.”

You bit your lip, trying to resist his little power play, but he thrust into you extra hard, scissoring his fingers in your asshole and the words tumbled from your lips.

“Y-yesssiiiiii….ahhh,” you groaned, your ass and pussy clamping down on him as you came in a breathless rush.

He roared, emptying his hot load into you as he pulled you up to his soft chest. You went limp in his arms and he held you for a few minutes catching his breath.

“Uh excuse me?” a familiar voice chimed in with a cough.

Hugo pulled you to his chest, cradling your slack body for your dignity. You glanced up to see the wolf bartender standing there.

“You two should probably get out of here so I can call the police about the bodies in the ditch over there,” he said, “I saw a wild brown bear attack them. It’s not safe to hang out around here with those sorts of animals creeping around in the dark.”

He shot you and your werebear mate a smile before heading back inside. Hugo snuggled you to his chest and stroked your hair, carrying you to his truck.

“And you’re not going back to that factory,” he grumbled as he arranged you in his lap and started it up.

“Then what am I going to do,” you bickered softly, “sit around and eat bon bons all day? I’m not quitting the factory.”

“Yes you are,” he grumbled, kissing your head, “you’re going to follow me around all day and look cute while I work.”

You rolled your eyes even as you closed them, too tired to fight anymore.

“Okay, Hugo,” you murmured, finally drifting off to sleep on his chest.

#werebear #werebear x human #werebear x reader #x reader #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader #soft yandere #monster x reader #size difference

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 4: Vocal (Voice Kink)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Yet another one with no summary. This was the first Sniper fic I ever wrote

Tags: Voice kink, begging

Word Count: 1.6k

The Masterlist

There were many things that you loved about Sniper. There was the professionalism with which he handled his job, and his drop dead accuracy on the battlefield, both of which had initially attracted you to him. Eventually you learned to love more intimate aspects of him, the scars that decorated his body, the way he growled low in his throat when he was on top of you, the gentle touch of calloused hands as the two of you basked in the afterglow while he soothed you with soft spoken praise in that deep, whispery tone.

If you had to pick a favorite thing about Sniper, it would probably be that; his voice. There was no denying that Sniper’s voice was, to put it bluntly, very attractive. God knows how many difficult situations he had managed to charm his way out of with words alone. You imagined the number was pretty high. It wasn’t even just the accent. It was the confidence, the volume, the words he chose- it all came together to create something incredibly erotic.

But there was one other aspect of that voice. One that only you were privy to, and as such, it was the one you valued most of all.

That was what you were after tonight, with the two of you safe in the privacy of Sniper’s van. You stroked his cock nice and slow, teasing him by refusing to pick up the pace. He whined before catching himself, clenching his jaw tightly to keep his noises at bay, but you still noticed.

“Does it feel good?” You asked with a chuckle, hoping to hear more lewd sounds from that alluring voice.

“Damn, love. I know what you’re trying to do to me,” he said through clenched teeth, determined not to give you the satisfaction of hearing him moan.

“Can you blame me? I love hearing those noises you make. After all, I’m the only one who gets to hear them,” you whispered as you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, letting out a small laugh as his stubble tickled your face.

Sniper looked as if he was about to retort, but cut himself off with a sudden moan as you ran your thumb over the head of his cock. Before he could clamp his mouth shut again, you sped up your strokes. The torrent of groans and soft curses was music to your ears.

“Yeah, just like that,” you sighed, admiring the sight. You stopped, receiving a frustrated groan and a sour expression in response. That look didn’t last long, quickly shifting to one of eagerness as you moved downward, licking your lips as you took in the sight of Sniper’s cock, precum beading at the tip and threatening to spill down his length.

You grinned, knowing that this was bound to draw some good sounds from him. You began by running your tongue along the underside before taking him fully into your warm mouth. Your hands rested on his thighs, and you felt him tremble with the effort it took not to thrust into your throat.

That pattern of trembling and moaning continued, increasing in intensity until you felt Sniper’s hand weave through your hair, tugging it softly. You got the message, immediately pulling back and looking up at him in confusion.

“Darling, stop. I don’t want to come yet,” he said, breathing hard as he tried to regain his composure. You pouted at him in mock disappointment.

“But you sound so damn good when you do,” you groaned, moving up to press a quick kiss to his lips. You saw the flush in his cheeks as you did so and grinned, knowing that it was in response to what you had just said.

You continued to press your lips against his, and it wasn’t long before the kisses turned rough. For a few moments, everything was a blur. The passage of time had escaped you, and at some point Sniper had managed to pin you beneath him, taking advantage of your gasps to slip his tongue into your mouth. You finally pulled away with a moan when you felt him slip a hand into your pants, the tips of his fingers teasing you below.

“See that, doll? You make some wonderful sounds yourself,” he said, the smirk he displayed making you feel weak, but not in a bad way. With a blush, you pushed your pants and undergarments down, getting them out of the way and allowing him full access to you.

Sniper hummed in appreciation and began to tease your entrance, rubbing circles around it and getting you nice and wet before finally pushing a finger in. You moaned as he thrust the single digit into you, and it wasn’t long before you were ready for a second. His fingers were long and he reached your g-spot with relative ease. You nearly screamed as he pressed more firmly, pulsing his fingers against the sensitive area repeatedly.

“You’re so bloody gorgeous, riding on my fingers like that,” Sniper growled, making a point to move close to your ear before speaking. You moaned at the dominant tone and the way he began to nip at your neck, decorating the skin with small bruises as he laid claim to you.

“You don’t just love hearing me moan and whine, do you love? You like hearing my praise too. I see the way you shudder and whimper when you hear it,” he said, continuing to read you like an open book and making you feel deliciously vulnerable as he did so.

You didn’t even get a chance to respond. Your attention was brought elsewhere when Sniper suddenly removed his fingers, earning a whine which quickly turned into a startled gasp when he flipped you over onto your stomach. You practically felt him looming over you, leaning in close to your ear.

“And I know you love it when I whisper in your ear like this, feeling my breath against your neck,” he said, running his fingers down your back. You felt a shiver run through your whole body.

You brought yourself up onto your hands and knees, feeling Sniper’s cock press up against your ass, still just as hard as before. Arousal continued to build between your legs as you thought about how needy he must still be.

“Please,” you whispered, moving your ass against his crotch to entice him further. “Fuck me!”

“Ah, there’s another sound I love to hear from you,” Sniper said. You could practically hear the self-confident smirk in his voice. “The sound of you begging for me .”

He entered you quickly. You were aroused enough that there was no discomfort. He wasted no time, immediately pounding into you at a rapid speed. He leaned over you, fucking you like an animal while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The experience sent your head spinning.

“God, you feel so bloody good,” Sniper groaned, practically leaning on you as he tried to maintain his breakneck pace. “You’re so gorgeous under me like this, taking my cock so well.”

You bucked back to meet his thrusts, feeling your orgasm approaching surprisingly quick as you listened to him heap praise onto you. His moans began to dip into that familiar half growl that you loved. It made the whole ordeal seem more feral and much more intense.

“Sniper, I’m close,” you said, your hands balling into fists as you felt yourself losing control. That was until Sniper’s pace slowed.

“Beg.”

“What?” You asked with a whine, trying to crane your neck to look back at Sniper, but it was no use when he was topping you from behind like this. You couldn’t see his expression, and it made his commands all the more intimidating.

“You heard me, doll. Beg,” he growled, sounding somewhat annoyed at having to repeat himself. “ I want to hear that pretty voice of yours plead for release.”

You shivered. To think, at the beginning of this whole ordeal, it was Sniper who was being teased, whining and moaning at your hands and tongue. You couldn’t help but admire the versatility it must take to go from that to this perfect picture of a rough, demanding lover.

“Fuck, Sniper-” A hard thrust to your g-spot made you stammer incoherently for a moment until you finally got your bearings again. “Mundy, please! Please let me come!”

“God, you’re irresistible. Such a good girl, fuck yes-” Sniper’s words trailed off into unintelligible curses and moans, his hips moving unevenly as he felt his own climax threatening to overtake him. “I’m close too, love. Go on and come. I want to hear you scream for me.”

You did just that, moaning shakily as you let your orgasm finally overwhelm you, riding it out to the sound of Sniper growling in your ear. He continued to moan in an almost feral manner as he finished as well. You listened intently, taking in every sound he made as he came.

It wasn’t long before the adrenaline began to wear off, and you found yourself trembling beneath Sniper as you began to lose strength. The two of you were left exhausted, and you collapsed atop of each other. The two of you laid there, entwined with each other, a tangle of limbs, chests rising and falling with labored breaths. Sniper had practically fallen on top of you but you were too spent to care. The weight was actually comforting in a way. It made you feel safe. Your eyes were just beginning to drift shut when you heard Sniper speak.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me, sheila. In a few minutes I’ll be up and ready to go again.”

“Oh really?” You said, tired, but also interested. You forced yourself to open your eyes, seeing his sly, grinning face looking down at you.

“I ain’t done yet, not by a long shot” he whispered, leaning down to press his lips against your ear, taking full advantage of how much you loved that voice of his.

#merc x reader #minors dni #tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #tf2 smut #smut #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #sniper team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress sniper #team fortress #mick mundy

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frenchfrywrites · 1 month

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You know once I start I cannot stop myself

MINORS DNI

Warnings: switch male amab reader, switch Leona Kingscholar, drug usage (weed), sex while high, ruined orgasm, premature orgasm, (implied/very light) internalized homophobia, scent kink, slight dehumanization, blowjob, not very canon compliant

very loosely inspired by this, continuation of this fic, thank you to @pulpbeing for giving me the littlest nudge to write this :)

"I think I saw somewhere,” Leona begins as he blows smoke in your direction like the asshole he is, before he passes the blunt back to you, “someone said that the bible says it’s okay to be gay, if you’re high or some shit.”

You’re both on Leona’s bed, tangled in the mess of blankets, and buried in the mountain of pillows that smells like the beastman before you in a way that's intoxicating. The two of you started smoking a bit ago, and it’s just starting to hit right now, which makes it all the more difficult to figure out what the fuck he’s saying to you. You squint at him, like seeing him more clearly will make what he said any more understandable, before giving up and taking another deep hit.

As you exhale, you notice he’s closer to you than he was before. “Are you even listening to me?” he growls, irritated with you, but not by much. His tail curls into a question-mark like shape. Cute.

“Yeah,” you pause to laugh at nothing in particular. Leona frowns, getting more irritated with you.

“Don’t laugh, I was saying something important,” he huffs.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologize, but you can’t stop grinning at him, “I just don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” you end the sentence with another long drag. This time, as you exhale, you reach over and snag a hand around Leona’s waist, tugging him into your lap. He falls into you easily crossing his arms on your chest and laying his head on them as he gazes up at you.

“Didn’t you stop looking for excuses a while ago?” you ask, passing him the blunt back so you can let your hands wander to Leona’s ass. Instead of addressing you, he takes a hit, then cups your face with his free hand. You get the message and part your lips so he can shotgun it to you.

“Can I tell you something,” he sighs softly, licking into your mouth just as soon as you exhale the smoke. “I don’t even remember what it is I said to you,” he mumbles against your lips. He sighs out a weak laugh that dies quickly once you press your lips against his.

Leona moans softly, clutching at your face as he sloppily deepens the kiss, then moans again as you grope at his ass. You can feel his cock harden against your stomach, and your own dick is similarly twitching and filling within your pants.

He lets you lick into his mouth, lets you suck on his tongue and lips, and whines when he feels your teeth scrape against him. Cottonmouth is no longer an issue with Leona’s drool and spit pooling into your mouth. Yes, of course he’s normally lazy, but when he’s high he’s borderline dead weight, letting you touch him all over while his hands stay grasping onto you for support. It’s like he puts all his energy into not falling asleep, falling over, or drooling on you (things that happen a lot when he’s really stoned), and forgets that he can touch you too.

“Wait, wait,” he gasps, pulling away from your mouth. Instinctively, you chase after him with a whine, but he stops you by pressing his hand hard against your face. “I said fucking wait, let me put this,” he leans over, delicately putting out the blunt in the ashtray on his bedside table. You’d honestly forgotten entirely about it with Leona in your lap. “Don’t want my bed to fucking catch on fire,” he mutters, then laughs as he readjusts himself on your body.

He settles so that his cock is pressed nicely against yours, and shoves his nose into your neck. Your hands fly from his ass to his head, scratching behind his ears. He inhales deeply, before letting his tongue lick the skin there, moaning at the taste (smell?) of you.

Leona stays there for a while, or maybe only a few seconds; you’re sinking further and further into your high, losing track of time and space around you. The only thing you’re focused on is the man in your lap. He licks and sucks at your neck, his tail swishing back and forth, purring so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts. In fact, your brain feels foggy and sticky with thoughts, except, you think that the inside of your pants must be far more sticky than your brain is. You laugh at that thought, and Leona unlatches from your skin, glaring at you.

“Sorry kitty,” you coo. He whines loudly at the pet name, jerking his hips against you. You figure that means he forgives you.

Quickly, his hands are under your shirt tugging it up so he has access to your chest. He pushes your pecs together, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples slowly, like he’s mapping every inch of your skin in his mind.

“They’re not tits,” you remind him, holding your shirt up so he can continue to play with your chest all the same.

“Yeah,” he grins while squeezing and tugging at them, “they are.” You nearly roll your eyes, but he’s leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth before you get to it.

“Oh,” you hum softly, more than pleased at the feeling of his tongue and teeth sucking and grazing along your nipples. You try not to think about how many girls' chests he’s littered with bite marks and hickey’s in the past. He’s yours now.

Leona nuzzles his face against your chest, letting his fingers comb through the hair there. “Did I ever tell you how good you smell?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Nuh,” you mumble, moaning when he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your pec. He hasn’t told you, but he doesn’t really need to. He doesn’t really do a good job of hiding how aroused he is by your scent.

“You smell,” and now it's his turn to moan, licking his way down from your chest to the waistband of your pants– your pants which are now uncomfortably tight with how hard you are.

“Let me suck you off?” he asks, voice raw and thick with need.

“Please,” and with permission granted, Leona pulls your pants down and takes your cock into his hand. You’re too far gone to think about grabbing a condom. Leona doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not like either of you are fucking anyone else these days.

He kisses the tip sweetly, before descending along your length. Leona’s gotten much better at sucking cock since the first time he gave you head in the locker room. He takes you down his throat with ease, especially in the state he’s in now.

“You’re like a fleshlight,” and you didn’t really mean to say that out loud, but it’s true. When he’s high his throat is perfect for fucking. He’s so relaxed he’ll take anything you give him. Leona moans like a whore, swallowing and sucking around you. He pulls off after a moment, but it seems like it takes every ounce of energy within him to do so.

“Fuck off, that was so hot,” he groans, stroking your length, “tell me more, keep talking,” he tries to command it, but it's him begging though and through. He's quick to suck you back into his mouth, missing the weight of you on his tongue.

“You’ve gotten so much better at this,” you grind your hips gently against his face as Leona deep throats you. “Learning what makes me feel good, ah, letting me use your mouth. Letting me fuck your ass and your mouth all the same, shit, just like that sweetheart, taking it like the bottom bitch you are.” He gurgles around your length, drooling and moaning as you slowly and shallowly fuck his throat.

“Can’t even imagine you topping, can’t imagine you were doing anything but getting your pretty ass railed,” Leona pulls off for a second time, in a rush, getting drool and pre all along his chin.

“No, I can,” he protests, “I can fuck you, I can top.” You laugh, loud and hard.

“Yeah right,” Leona bristles, bearing his teeth at you. You hum, a spurt of pre leaking from your tip at the sight of him. “Okay, go get the lube then.”

It takes longer than usual, both of you moving like you’re stuck in molasses, getting distracted with kissing and touching one another, but finally Leona is seated between your legs, naked and fingers coated with lube. He presses two against your rim and shoves them in roughly, making you gasp.

“Fuck, start with one, asshole,” you hiss. Leona furrows his brows giving you a confused look. “It’s not a pussy, babe, you gotta be slow with me,” you remind him. He bites his bottom lip, looking apologetic, “just–” you shift slowly but surely adjusting to the intrusion that his fingers make. “Think about how I do it,” he nods at that, slowly moving and working his fingers into your ass. It’s majorly uncomfortable for the first few seconds– or minutes?– but then he wiggles his fingers against your prostate and you sigh, sinking into the bed beneath you. “There we go,” you moan. Leona purrs at the subtle praise, leaning in to press his lips against yours as he slowly works you open.

“Can you take me soon?” he asks against your lips, doing his best to scissor you open.

“Add another finger, and more lube,” you instruct. He does as he’s told, easing out of you, and lathering his fingers before stuffing you full again. Your cock is leaking and twitching against your stomach, begging to be touched, but you hold off because you want him inside you before you cum.

He might’ve fingered you for a whole hour, and you wouldn’t have realized. Every moment feels stretched, you feel like you’re drifting, and only the curl of his fingers and the press of his lips against your skin brings you back to what you’re doing.

“Fuck me,” you finally gasp, squeezing around his fingers. It catches up to you quickly, the wave of your pleasure nearly crescendoing, crashing into an orgasm.

Leona kisses you slow and deep as he gently pulls his fingers out of your hole once again. You take deep, shuddering breaths, trying to ground yourself, to keep yourself from cumming as he drenches his cock with lube. He presses himself against your entrance, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as he pushes into your ass.

“Oh fuck,” he practically growls, feeling your tight heat squeeze and twitch around him. “Oh my god, hah, you’re so tight,” he whines. You beam at the praise, grinning from ear to ear, and then you’re giggling. Leona ignores your laughter, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply as he sinks inch by blessed inch deeper into you.

He doesn’t wait much for you to adjust, which is fine because yeah, he probably did finger you for an hour (it felt that way at least).

Leona snaps his hips into you, fucking you hard and deep, it feels like he’s in your stomach, hitting all the right spots, it’s so good you can’t focus too hard on any one sensation, simply bathing in the overwhelming pleasure that you’re feeling. And then it’s over.

Even though you don’t have the best concept of time, you know that was fast. His cum paints your insides, and he rides out his orgasm without care.

“Sorry,” he moans once his hips still.

“That was quick,” is what you say instead of “what the fuck” because, what the fuck. He whines,

“I’m sorry alright?” he huffs, “you just felt too good.”

You suppose you’ll take the compliment, but you’re a little pissed because you’re hard and denied what you know what would’ve been a killer orgasm. Leona pulls out his flaccid cock, and falls beside you on his stomach, shoving his face into a pillow.

“I’m gonna use you to get off,” you tell him before he can doze off. Leona moans, lifting his ass and wiggling it enticingly. It takes some time to convince your body to follow your brain’s demands, but then you’re pressed up behind him, rubbing your cock against his hole. You squirt lube directly onto his entrance, and show him how to properly prep someone.

Leona’s back to purring now that you’ve got your fingers deep in his ass. His cock is only half hard, swaying between his legs as he grinds himself against your hand.

“Fuckin’ needy,” you groan, draping yourself over his body– being careful of his tail– to kiss his neck lovingly.

“Don’t you wanna cum?” he asks, which definitely translates to “fuck me please,” in whatever tsundere language Leona communicates in.

“I wanted to cum with you balls deep inside of me,” you complain, pressing your fingers in roughly to punctuate your point.

“Said I’m sorry,” he growls. You kiss his skin again,

“S’okay baby, I’ll give you another chance when you’re sober,” he mewls at that, clenching around your fingers. “But right now I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you’re fat and full with my cum,” it’s a threat and a promise. Leona arches his back further as your fingers leave him, his hole twitching and clenching around nothing while he waits for you to slather yourself with lube.

Your name falls from his mouth in a long drawn out moan as you slide inside of him. He purrs loudly, reaching a hand behind himself, blindly reaching for you. You cage him in, sliding an arm around his front so he can cling to you as you start to fuck him deep and slow.

It’s an honest to god relief to be fucking him. His insides are hot, sticky, and tight around your cock, sending waves of pleasure from your loins to your gut. Being denied an orgasm worked you up more than you’d admitted to yourself, and you can’t stop yourself from increasing the tempo of your thrusts, chasing your pleasure. Leona doesn’t seem to mind.

His moans are punched out of him, all high pitched and wanton, with each time that your cock fucks into him and brushes his prostate. His purring is loud, nearly covering up the wet sounds the lube makes and the sticky skin slapping against skin that comes from each thrust.

You’re not going to last long, but you will last longer than Leona did inside of you. Reaching your arm lower, you take hold of his fully hard and leaking cock. He keens, jerking himself into your fist.

“Fuh-uck, please, make me cum,” he begs, his voice wrecked and weak. You wonder if you’re starting to come down as you stroke his cock with newfound control over your body. The sloppy, desperate movement of your hips sharpens, and you hit Leona’s prostate dead on with each thrust. His moans border on screams now, and you’re just as close.

“Cum with me,” you mumble, quiet but you know he’s clinging on to every sound you’re making. He hears you, nodding and fluttering around you.

A couple more thrusts and you’re thrown over the edge, finally finding the climax that you’d been chasing. Leona follows a millisecond later, dirtying his stomach and the sheets beneath him. You follow through on your promise, pumping his insides with your cum, filling him up. Leona babbles something incoherently, his nails digging into where he’d been holding onto your arm.

“Shit,” he gasps once you’re both soft and tired to the bone now that the adrenaline has worn off. “Shit,” he drags out the word when you ease out of him slowly, and flop onto the bed next to him.

“I might fall asleep before you, for once,” you admit, feeling like you’ve run a marathon. Leona snorts,

“Doubt that,” he says as he rolls over to cuddle into your body. “If you fall asleep, then who’ll clean us up?” he bats his lashes at you, like that’ll work.

“We’re both just gonna have to be filthy, until one of us can carry the other to the bathroom.” Leona shrugs at your words,

“S’not gonna be me,” he whispers, closing his eyes as his breathing slows and evens out.

You know you’ll be the one to care for him, and that doesn’t bother you one bit. And you know he doesn’t mind the drying cum and lube that’s smeared along your bodies as you regain your energy.

#cw drugs #cw internalized homophobia #cw scent kink #cw dehumanization #the bible is now in twst. rollo told me this himself #title is from another nin song. what can i say #spice #im playing w leona like a doll rn. yell he would not say this all you want idgaf

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swiftieblyth · 2 months

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Troublesome Twin

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

Word count- 2291

“Coryo!” Tigris yelled, as she heard Coryo enter the penthouse, running over to him. “I was so scared, I saw what happened, how’s…” Tigris cut herself off, as she saw Y/N crying in her cousin's arms. “Oh, poor dear.”

“She’s staying with us. I know it will be hard, but Eiran is going to help, but it’s the safest place for her.”

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.” Tigris let out, walking over to them. “Hey, Y/N/N.”

“Tigris!” Y/N cried, letting go of Coryo and hugging Tigris. “Tigris, it was terrible!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N. I can’t even imagine. Are you okay physically?”

“The tribute also got her. She had to get her left shoulder stitched up.” Coryo explained.

“Oh, you poor thing. Let’s get you a nice hot bath.” Tigris let out, walking her to the bathroom. “Coryo go get her one of my night gowns.”

“I don’t want to leave Coryo.”

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, walking up to her, and cupping her face. “It’s okay. Tigris is going to take great care of you. And once you’re done I’ll be right here for you, and I’ll hold you so close, okay, rose?”

“Okay.” Y/N sniffed, as Coryo kissed her head.

“Tigris,” Y/N whimpered, as Tigris walked her to the bathroom. “My twin is gone. She died right in my arms.”

“I know,” Tigris let out as she turned on the water. “I am so sorry, Y/N/N. But we’re not going to let anything happen to you. Coryo is going to protect you.”

After Y/N’s bath Tigris helped her get into a nightgown, careful not to hurt her shoulder. As soon as they were done they left to go join Coryo and Grandma’am at the table.

Y/N was still crying and all she wanted to do was be in her boyfriend’s arms as she made her way to him.

“Hey love,” Coryo let out, as Y/N made her way to him and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying into the crook of his neck. “How’s your shoulder? Does it feel any better?”

“It still hurts.” Y/N explained, pulling away a little to look at Coryo as Tigris sat down in the chair next to them. “I didn’t realize it at the moment, I was just focused on my sister.”

“I know my love.” Coryo breathed, kissing her forehead.

“It’s starting again,” Grandma’am explained, gaining everyone’s attention. “This is how it begins. The war.”

“It was my fault,” Coryo cut in. “I suggested we get closer to the tributes.”

“We both did.” Y/N cut in. “And I should have done a better job looking after my sister.”

“You’re just lucky that your sister’s tribute didn’t kill you too,” Grandma’am put out, making Y/N flinch more into Coryo’s arms, who held her tighter. “And you’re just lucky that your songbird didn’t peck your eyes out too.”

“She’s not a rebel, Grandma’am,” Tigris put out. “She’s just a girl.”

“Trust me, that one hasn’t been a girl for a long time. Outside this Capital, they’re all savages, one and all. You two must use her or you’ll end up dead in the trees like your father, and your sister.” Grandma’am stated, making another tear fall from Y/N’s eyes no matter how hard she tried to keep it in.

“It’s okay,” Coryo whispered, kissing Y/N’s head. “I’ve got you.”

“Grandma’am, why don’t I take you to bed?” Tigris asked, getting up. “I think Y/N needs some rest anyways.”

“She’s right,” Coryo let out. “You should get some sleep.

“What about the paper for Dr. Gaul?” Y/N asked.

“You are in no state to write right now. You need to go to bed and rest. I’ll write in and you can tell me what you want me to add okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, as Coryo helped her to his bedroom.

“Okay, is this good?” Coryo asked, as he laid her in his bed. “Are you comfortable, do you need more pillows? How’s your shoulder?”

“Coryo, I’m fine. Can you just lay with me and hold me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course my love,” Coryo let out, laying down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How’s this?”

“Perfect. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Coryo whispered, kissing her head.

The next morning Coryo woke up and carefully got up to finish the papers. He worked on them for a while, after Y/N went to sleep until she woke up screaming. It was a long night of restless sleep due to the nightmares of her sister dying in her arms.

“Coryo?” Y/N murmured, as she tried to find him.

“Hey,” Coryo smiled, walking to her, brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her head. “How are you?”

“Why are you up?”

“I’m just finishing up the papers for Dr. Gaul. How are you feeling? Were you able to get any good sleep?”

“I got some. My shoulder hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, do you want to go with me to drop the papers off to Dr. Gaul on our way to the arena, or do you want to stay here and rest?”

“I want to stay with you. Besides, I’m supposed to help you.”

“Okay, my love.”

The two walked together hand in hand on their way to Dr. Gaul’s office.

“You don’t think my dad is going to try to hurt me do you?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know. But I won’t let him, okay? He’s not going to hurt you. Ever.”

“Thank you. President Snow.” Y/N smiled.

“I love you,” Coriolanus smiled at her remark, as he opened the door for her. “After you.”

“Thank you.”

“This for Dr. Gaul please,” Coriolanus stated, handing the paper to the peacekeeper behind the desk.

The two walked in silence as they made their way to the tributes, finding comfort in each other's presence. When they made it to the arena Coryo stopped and looked down at Y/N before they walked in. “Hey, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Coryo, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I really have a choice.”

“But you do. Darling, with me, you can have a choice.”

“I know, Coryo. Thank you. I just want to be with you. That will make me feel the best.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Y/N smiled, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

They made their way into the room, and found Lucy Gray, there was one seat in front of her, so Coryo let Y/N sit in it, as he stood behind her, hands on her shoulders to comfort her.

“In spite of yesterday’s tragic events,” Dean Highbottom went on. “Our president decided that the Games must go on to show everyone the Capital is unafraid of such acts of terror. To which end, Dr. Gaul wishes you to preview the arena this afternoon with your tributes. Later this evening, there will be a special televised presentation of each tribute to our audience to, you know, get to know them. You will have an hour to discuss strategy.” Highbottom sighed as the room stayed silent. “You may begin.”

“I’m sorry about your twin,” Lucy Gray let out.

“Thank you.” Y/N sadly smiled, as Coryo squeezed her right (the good one) shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Coryo asked.

“Wearing my Mama’s dress is the only thing keeping me together here. It’s like she’s wrapping her arms around me.”

“My mother, she used to smell like roses,” Coriolanus explained, making Y/N smile up at him, her hand going up to grab him. “She died in childbirth. I was going to have a little sister.”

“Both your parents gone?” Lucy Gray asked. Coryo nodded and she turned her attention down to Y/N. “And what about you?”

“They both might as well should be. My mom died in childbirth with me and my twin. I was born last and she died almost as soon as I took my first breath, so my dad blamed me and has been abusing me since as long as I can remember. So after yesterday, I’ve been staying with Coryo.”

“So you're both orphans. Like me?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. “I guess we are.”

“Look,” Coryo cut in. “We need you to sing in these interviews later. It’s the night before the games and your last chance to win the people over. We can’t send you gifts in the arena without their money.”

“Maybe a guitar could persuade me. Maybe.”

“A guitar.” Y/N cut in. “I have one you can use.”

“What?” Coryo asked, fear creeping in his eyes. “Darling, maybe we should talk about this.”

“Coryo, there’s nothing to talk about. Eiran can get mine for her to use.”

“If we get you her guitar will you use it so we can take care of you in the arena?” Coriolanus asked.

“You really wanna take care of me while I’m in that arena, Coriolanus? Start by thinking I can actually win.”

“Snow, Crane, Dovecote,” Highbottom called.

The three walked to Dr. Gaul’s office Y/N hand in hand with Coryo as Clemmie talked. “She can’t expect us to have written that proposal last night can she? I was crying for hours. And Y/N, I can’t imagine how last night was for you. How are you holding up?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Y/N let out, tightening her grip on Coryo’s hand.

“We did,” Coryo cut in. “Write it. Y/N and I turned it in this morning.”

“All right, give me the bullet points.”

The three walked into Dr. Gaul’s laboratory and all started looking around as they waited for her. Coryo led Y/N by the hand to a spot far enough away from Clemmie and looked down at her. “How are you? I’m sorry she started talking about that.”

“It’s fine,” Y/N sighed. “I can’t avoid it. Everyone’s going to be talking about it, and asking me how I am. It’s just hard.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, love.” Coryo bent down and kissed her head.

“Mr. Snow, Miss. Dovecote,” Dr. Gaul cut in, smiling at them. Her smile widened as she saw Y/N. “Ah, Miss. Crane. How nice it is to finally be able to finally see you outside of school. You, my dear, are the spitting image of your mother.”

“You knew her?” Y/N asked, hand gripping onto Coryo’s.

“I did. A conversation for later. Now, come see my new babies.”

Dr. Gaul led them around the room to the spot her snakes were in. “Is there a point to the color?” Clemmie as they all walked up the steps.

“There’s a point to everything, Miss. Dovecote. Which brings me neatly to your proposal. Which one of you wrote it?”

“Well, there was…” Coriolanus started, but was cut off by Clemmie.

“I was inspired by Corioalnus and Y/N yesterday, of course. His little betting idea. But the sponsorships and the gifts in the arena, those were all mine.”

“Clemmie,” Coryo started, upset that she was taking credit for his girlfriend's ideas.

“So it’s your sweaty hand writing on that page,” Dr. Gaul put out. “Very impressive, Miss. Dovecote. Unfortunately, my assistant mistook it for trash this morning and lined the shelf of this very terrarium with it. So, please, Miss. Dovecote, retrieve it for us, won’t you? So we might all consider your inspired ideas. Don’t worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those they can trust. So if they’re used to your scent, if you’ve handled their food, for example, or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page, they’ll leave you alone. A new scent, however…you’d be on your own, little girl. Retrieve it.”

“Clemmie,” Y/N breathed, trying to get her to stop, but it was too late. Clemmie screamed, and fell back. “Clemmie, no! No!” Y/N cried, as Coryo held her tighter.

“You asked about the colors, Miss. Dovecote?” Dr. Gaul stated, looking down at her as the doctors came in. “I want my enemies to see a rainbow of destruction engulfing the world. I’m not above using spectacle to create a little terror. A strategy your classmates here articulated very well in their proposal. Now, I have to know whose ideas the sponsorships and the gifts actually belonged to.”

Y/N looked up at Coryo who gave her a small nod, then looked back to Dr. Gaul. “They were my idea Dr. Gaul. But Coriolanus wrote them down for me. After what happened with my sister, and me getting my own injury, I wasn’t up to writing.”

“They’re good, your suggestions. They sound like something your mother would come up with. I’m going to recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow.”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Will she die?” Coryo asked, referencing to Clemmie.

“The pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research is one gets to find out. You two better keep Miss. Dovecotes fate between us. I don’t think her mother would be very happy to learn how she caught this sudden…flu. Now, run along, you have an arena to promote, and it’s time for my milk and crackers.” Coryo and Y/N started to walk out of the lab, but were stopped by Dr. Gauls' voice. “Miss. Crane, I think you should join me. We should talk about something very important.”

“What is it about? Is it something Coriolanus can stay for?”

“It’s about your mother, my dear. Mr. Snow can stay if you would like, but it will be very personal.”

“I’d like him to stay.” “All right then, let's all take a seat. Please, follow me.” Dr. Gaul stated, walking them to a table that had milk and crackers on it. “I have a feeling you’re wondering how I know about your mother.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, please, you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. I’m your Godmother, call me Volumnia.”

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