#arthur ketch x plus reader

[strangelysamantha]

reassurance ❀

arthur ketch x plus!insecure!reader.

warnings: insecure reader, reader gets hurt, mention of blood, stab wounds, besides that cute fluff.

words: 1,242.

summary: arthur ketch is over you being insecure, because he knows your perfect. it takes you being stabbed to realize how deep his adoration is for you.

request? yes! from dms “…i would like the plus size reader and him to be in a relationship and be on a job and she gets stabbed in the stomach or something and he has to heal her with first aid but she doesn't want him to lift her shirt cuz she's so insecure of her stomach and its fat around him? and he stops being so harsh and sweetens his demeanor for his girlfriend?”

a/n: sorry this is late! struggled with some technical issues. more stories out today!! love y’all! if you enjoyed this story, like and comment! also i haven’t seen supernatural in a year or two so i hope this is good as i’m writing it off memory. <3

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you were currently in a relationship with arthur ketch. the two of you had been dating for a little over six months. although you loved him dearly, you couldn’t help but feel insecure around him. the jokes he made, although he always meant well and it was all for fun, didn’t stop you from feeling insecure around him. you two were going strong; and you had a great relationship. the only downside was you actively went out of your way to avoid him seeing your stomach at all costs. he knew what you looked like, but he respected your boundaries, he never wanted to push or pressure you into anything especially if you weren’t comfortable with it.

arthur ketch, despite telling you to stay back, was undeniably walking into a death trap. you couldn’t just stand by and watch him proceed as if it wasn’t his stupidest idea, and granted, he has had a great share of awful ideas. you followed close behind him on foot, carefully ensuring that he didn’t see you following after him. once the coast was clear, you quickly moved closer to inspect the situation at hand.

despite your various efforts to remain unseen by him, he had seen you, and he wasn’t happy about it. “god! you never listen, and now you're with me. just another distraction. stay behind me, and actually listen to me this time.” his frustration was evident, but he was caught off guard. this is what allowed sam to approach us, a shiny knife in hand. you were startled by him, not prepared for what his plan was. he looked off, scarier, his eyes looked dead.

“uh… ketch?!” you exclaim, he looks away from you, back at sam. ketch straightens his back. “nice seeing you again sam, although, i can’t help but wish it was under better circumstances.” you bite your lip in anticipation waiting for what was going to happen next. sam chuckles, “oh trust me, the feeling isn’t mutual.” sam approached you two, his knife pointed outwards towards ketch specifically. “who’s this?” his knife now pointed at you. “no one. just an innocent bystander. leave her out of it.” you slowly back up, but sam’s smirk showcased he didn’t believe what he was saying.

“i don’t want to kill you, mr. arthur ketch. just want to scare you a bit, show you who you are messing with.” in a split second, before you even realized it, sam had sent the knife flying. ketch was confused since he hadn’t felt anything, that was until he looked behind at you. your eyes were wet from tears, and sam’s silver knife was lodged into your stomach, blood already coating your shirt.

ketch turned around looking for sam, but he had already vanished, clearly completing his mission. his mind was running rampant, not entirely sure on how he should handle this situation. luckily ketch’s adrenaline kicked into hard drive, and he was sprinting towards you. his hand swiftly was placed on your stomach, and you undoubtedly became self conscious. you push his hand away, scared he’d see how big you were. “ketch please don’t!” he shook his head, annoyed. “you will die! i need to touch and see your stomach.” you shook your head, crawling away from him, the knife still sticking out of your stomach.“dont! don’t look at my stomach. please, i don’t want you to see!” his emotions were conflicted, “why can’t i just see your stomach!? i need to help you! do you not understand that if i don’t check on the wound you’ll bleed out and die!?” you shake your head, “i don’t care! please just call an ambulance, do anything you want, BUT don’t lift my shirt up or touch my stomach.” you begged, the pain taking over as you hissed when you exhaled too much.

“i don’t care what you want. you act like i care about your weight. i love you for you, okay? if i didn’t like your stomach, and i was so “disgusted” by it, i wouldn’t be here. hell! we wouldn’t even be dating!” he reached for your shirt again, you tried to push his hand away, but he slapped your hand away. “stop. i’m looking regardless of what you do.” he slowly lifts the shirt. his eyes saddened as he saw how deep the knife was. “stay here, i have a first aid kid in my car. don’t move.” you frown, self conscious as your entire stomach was on display. he runs towards his car, leaving you alone bleeding out on the pavement.

when he comes back, you felt lightheaded and sick. he lifts your shirt again. “i promise you, i love you for you. regardless of your weight, or stomach, or whatever. on any other day, i would listen to your requests, but not when your life's on the line.” you nod, as he takes a wet cloth, wiping away the mess the blood caused. he continues to deal with the wound. after he cleaned it as best he could, he helped you up. “come on we need to go to the hospital, you need stitches.” you frown but follow him to his car.

when you arrived at the hospital, you were immediately checked in. they took you back and gave you stitches. while in surgery, ketch was out in the waiting room, his hand covered in your blood. when looking down at his hands, he begins to feel disgusted. he rushes to the bathroom, thoroughly washing his hands with soap. he returns to the waiting room, his leg shaking. he was caught in a trance before he heard your name. “yes! is she alright?” the nurse smiles softly, nodding.

“yes she’s okay, she’s in recovery, just calming down. you’re lucky you cleaned it, and got her here when you did. when she checked in she was minutes away from losing too much blood.” his smile leaves his face as soon as it comes. the shock is evident as he realizes he could have lost you. “can i see her?” he asked the nurse. “yes, follow me.” he follows the nurse to your room.

you were sitting up in the hospital bed, your stomach aching from pain as the pain meds were wearing off. “ketch…” he shushes you. “calm down, you’re okay. i- i can’t believe i almost lost you.” you nod, and he frowns. he scoots the chair closer to the bed before sitting on it, his hand reaching for yours. “i’m sorry i wouldn’t let you see my stomach.” you wait for his response. “it’s okay. i understand you are self conscious of it, i just wish you could understand that i don’t care about what you look like, i don’t care about your weight, or anything like that.” you nod, “i know you don’t, it’s just sometimes i forget.” he nods, staying silent. 

his hand is warm against your hand. “try and get some rest. you’ve been through a lot.” he glances up at you, and sees a soft smile on your lips. “okay.” your hesitation was evident, “i’ll be here when you wake up.” you sigh. “okay.” you lean back, trying to get some rest like he had asked. soon, he heard you had fallen asleep, his heart never stopped beating quickly. the realization that you wouldn’t have been alive if the situation was any different scared him. now, he was contemplating ways to get back at sam, for putting you in this situation.

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[sinfully-chubby]

What I Love About You - Ketch x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Warnings: Insecure thoughts/feelings, body issues, comfort and fluff, also their is smut, and a bit of a belly kink. It’s not mentioned, but you on the pill in this, always do safe sex. That includes wrapping you willy.

Word Count: 1,626

I apologize for this being late I tried to write as quickly as I could and I hope its close to what you wanted. I am also sorry if Ketch might seem a bit out of character. I have been stressed lately and I had re written this thing 4 maybe 5 times, plus on top of that I still attend school beside that I hope you understand. I’m just glad I was finally able to post this and I thank you for your patients.

The mirror. One of my most hated enemy's of all time, just standing in front of it makes me feel uneasy about my looks and my body in general. You let out a sigh as you grab the fold of your stomach and grimace at the stretch marks that you saw there and how they clawed themselves up your stomach. Dropping the roll you turn side to side staring at your stomach from the side view. You hated this and you hated the mirror.

Getting dressed into a pair of shorts and a lose tank top you continue staring hating everything you saw in the mirror, which made you not hear the sound of the door opening. Feeling arms wrap around your body you look up to see Ketch in the mirror leaning his head over your shoulder he turns his head to kiss at your neck.

"Whats on your mind darling?"

Giving a small smile you lean into his hold hopping that you could take yourself out of your own head.

"Nothing really just getting distracted."

You close your eyes as he holds you just a little tighter.

"You were never a good liar y/n."

Tensing in his arms a little you try to relax as he continues to talk.

"Now whats bothering you darling?"

Turning you in his hold, you are now facing looking up into his dark brown eye that were staring at you intently. Cupping your cheek in one of his hands he scans your face trying to figure out what could be upsetting you. Not want to bothering him you say no again as he makes a face.

"Your upset about the way you look isn't it."

Looking down at his chest you tense up again. Being pulled close Ketch makes you look up at him with a hand being placed under your chin.

"Your beautiful you know that right."

Shrugging your shoulders you feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I don't know, lately I've been feeling worthless and ugly-"

Cutting you off with kiss he keeps a strong hold around your waist as he kisses you. After a while he pulls away raising his hand to cup your round cheeks in his hand.

"I don't want you to feel like that ever. So if you ever start to feel like that please come to me y/n."

Nodding your head you are once pulled into a chaste kiss. Pulling away quickly he touches your forehead to yours.

"I want to show you exactly what I love about."

Turning you around to face you back towards the mirror Ketch places his hand under your chin and makes you look up at the mirror. Staring and yourself look at ketch watching as he kisses down you neck before biting a sucking hickeys onto your neck. Moaning at the sensation it brought you felt his hands as well as saw them slowly crawling up your sides brushing against the round curves before moving further to the front to cup your breast in his hands. Pulling away from your neck Ketch speaks softly in your ear

"I love how sensitive your neck is when I kiss and bite you. Sucking at the skin until its bruised."

Finding your nipples through the thin shirt he pinches them between his thumb and fore fingers, you let out another tiny moan the the tingle sensation it sent down your spine.

"I love the little sighs and moans you let out when I play with your nipples."

Pinching your nipple again making you let out another tiny moan. One hand abandoning your nipple it moves down your side stopping at your waist.

"I love the curves of your body and how soft your are."

Moving the other hand down your body it stops at your hip as he kisses you neck somemore.

"I love your hips. Love grabbing hold of them as I pound you thoroughly into the sheets as your grab and tear at sheets moaning for more."

Sliding and hand under your shirt Ketchs hands stop at your stomach as his other hand slides into your shorts and panties sliding is somewhat rough finger between the folds of your pussy stroking at your clit as the heat pooling in abdomen builds up even more.

"I love your thighs and the way the squeeze together weather it my hand between them or my head."

You moan at the thought as he slowly slides a finger into your wet pussy fucking you open slowly. At that you let out a somewhat louder moan as Ketc kissed you right behind your ear.

"And last but never the least. I love your stomach and how soft it is."

You tense up a little at the mention of your stomach. Why would he like that? Why did he see the thing that bothered you the most about your body. How could he count that as something he loved, something he finds beautiful.

"I love the way it feels. I love the way you giggle when I pepper kisses all over."

You close your eyes then not wanting to see yourself in mirror. Not having any of that Ketch removes the hand that was under your shirt to softly cup the side of your face and look at him.

"Don't close your eyes love. I want you to see how beautiful you are. From the top of your head down to your toes and even to the stomach I love so much."

Smiling at that you lean over and kiss him feeling your heart swelling at the declaration of love for you and your body. Removing his other hand from your shorts he grabs with his clean hand and drags you over to the bed. Laying you down he beds over you kissing you deeply as he tugs down you shorts and panties. Throwing them off to the side to be ignored. Pulling away for air Ketch grabs at the hem of your tank top and pulls it over your head. Underdressing himself of his own clothes quickly Ketch smiles down at you and starts kissing you again as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Running his hands down your body once more Ketch reaches down between you legs once again parting your pussy lips to play with your clit. Moaning into the kiss your tilt your hips up begging silently for more as he inserts his pointer finger fist and then his middle finger, thrusting them in and out of your body stretching you out. Feeling is other hand run down your body, he softly strokes his hand over your stomach and creasing your sides as he does. Pulling away for a quick breath Ketch smiles down at you with a loving gaze.

"I love the way you feel pressed against me as I fuck you. Stomach pressed against mine so soft and beautiful."

Blushing at that you hide your face in his neck as he continues to finger you open chuckling into your ear at your reaction. Kissing down your jaw Ketch travels down the length of your body. kissing at your stomach as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a faster pace. Looking up at you smiles at your heat blushing face as gives a small nip at your belly making you giggle a little.

Pulling his finger from your body he strokes his hand over his cock while he reaches for the lube you always left out on the side table for him. Uncap the lube he squeezes some onto his hand and lubes up his cock.

"You ready darling?"

Nodding your head you grab a hold of the sheet and hold on as he slowly pushes into your body. You hiss a the stretch, but you soon adjust after a few slow thrust in and out of your body. Moaning as Ketch thrust picked up speed you could feel how he pulsed inside of you as he thrust in and out of your body. Reaching up you wrap your hand around Ketchs shoulders as he picked up a quick rhythm thrusting in and out of your sopping pussy. Hitting your sweet spot over and over again you cried out in pleasure gripping at his back, no doubt leaving claw marks down them.  

"Ketch!"

Feeling you squeeze around his shaft, Ketch lets out a small moan as he quickens his pace even more knowing you were nearing your end as you released sounds of pleasure into the air.

"Close are we now?"

Responding with a moan the pull at his hair bringing his face closer to yours. Pulling him into a deep kiss you slide your tongue over his lips asking for entrance. Letting you take control of the kiss Ketch releases his own moan in response as his cock slips in and out of your body. Feeling himself near his own end he pulls away forehead pressed against your own.

"I can't hold on much longer y/n."

"Me to Ketch."

With one final push Ketch is cumminginside your hot wet cavern. Feeling the warmth of Ketchs seed inside you, you let out a almost wail like moan as you cum. Clawing at his back Ketch thrust into you at a more slower pace, riding both your orgasms out while softly kissing each other lovingly.

Pulling out of you, Ketch lays down beside you pulling you close against his body as you slowly come down from your highs.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you to Ketch."

Before dozing off to sleep Ketch gives you one last kiss before you fall asleep in his arms feeling better about yourself and your body.

I hope you all enjoyed this. I‘m thinking of making a tag list for people who want to be notified on certain things. Send me an ask about whether you all think that is a good idea or not. Besides that enjoy the rest of your guys week. Next writing should be out tomorrow. 

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[plus-size-reader]

Doctors Orders

Sam Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1337 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Ketch kidnapping you and brainwashing you, along with Mary, in an attempt to use you against the boys.

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Sam and Dean weren’t in the bunker when the brits showed up, of course, but you were. 

It was just supposed to be a quick run, nothing too long, maybe a few hours, but as it would turn out, it was much longer than that. So long in fact, that they didn’t know you were missing until many hours later. 

...And by that time, you were already in the hands of the British men of Letters, and Arthur Ketch. 

The sick son of a bitch had you held up in a cell, and wouldn’t even answer your screams through the wall. Last you knew, they were all working together but that didn’t make sense. 

If Sam and Dean were still answering to the brits, then they shouldn’t have been holding you here in the first place, let alone sneaking into the bunker when the guys weren’t around. 

For all you knew, they didn’t even know you were there. Which, in their defense, made sense considering the fact that you always accompanied both Sam and Dean wherever they went. 

It made sense to you, and that only made you that much more angry.

“You English bastard, I’m gonna kick your ass! Just wait until I get out of here!” you screamed, beating on the door with all your had, hoping that someone on the other end would give.

You couldn’t just stay here, not when Sam and Dean didn't even know where you were. 

They were going to kill you, or something worse and it was possible that maybe you would never even get to see Sammy again. Maybe this was it, that you were going to die in this place.

You were never going to see either of the Winchesters again.

...Or so you thought. 

After what felt like weeks, you found yourself as empty and foggy as could be expected from all the brainwashing. However, that didn’t change the fact that you were still just as angry as ever. 

You just didn’t know why. 

Sam and Dean returned with Lady Bevelle, only to find both Ketch, several of their men, and you all waiting there already. Ketch stood against the wall, you tied at his feet, a vacant look on your face. 

They had been brainwashing Mary for a reason, they needed her, but they were numbing you for a different reason. They were keeping you sedated and docile physically to use that against Sam. 

The easiest way to manipulate Dean was using Mary, his biggest weakness other than Sam but the younger of them didn’t share that same affinity. He loved his mother, sure, but not as much as Dean did. 

His biggest weakness was his truest love, you. 

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and nothing they couldn’t make him do if they had you in their possession...but you were dangerous. You didn’t care who you hurt into their compound, so locking you up wouldn’t be enough. 

Locking you up would only prolong the inevitable, so they had to make sure you were weak and easy to control, something they achieved with a mix of chemicals pumped into you from your air vents and I.Vs. 

“Y/N? What did you do to her?” Sam barked, losing his cool for only a minute when he saw you there, curled up in a ball against the wall. It didn’t make any sense. 

...But he was quick to regain his composure when you looked up at him. 

Whatever they’d done, it was clearly different from what they were doing to Mary. You at least seemed to recognize him, though you weren’t sure about why or from where. 

You were lost, but you were still you. 

“Don’t you worry dear Samuel, Y/N will be fine. She’s just taking a little break with us” Ketch assured, chuckling darkly as he watched the taller of the Winchesters grow more restless as he watched you. 

He had been searching for you forever, and being so close to you without being able to wrap you up in his arms was enough to make him crazy. You were so close, and still so far. 

Of course he was a bit on edge. 

Not that Ketch really cared. This was exactly what he wanted when they took you in the first place, and it was good to see that including you in this was a good idea after all. 

Sam’s biggest weakness was clearly you, and that was a nerve that they would push and pluck on to make him cooperate...at least, if he ever wanted to see you again. 

“Be a good boy and put that gun down” he instructed, reaching down to press his gun to your temple as some sort of incentive for him to listen, which he did after looking at Dean for reassurance. 

There was no way he was going to let something happen to you, especially not at the hands of that asshole. 

“Okay, alright. Just leave her alone” 

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Dean did pretty well to break the brainwashing they’d put Mary through, with the help of Bevelle. Though, it was a much harder feat for Sam, who had just found you in the BMOL compound, held up in a cell. 

You were pretty shaken up when you saw him, and could hardly walk on your own but you were alive and that was something he could work with. All you needed was a few weeks of rest and you’d be back on your feet. 

Or so he hoped. 

For right now, all he could do was pick you up in his arms and hold you close. It was what he’d been longing for all this time, but it didn’t feel right. Usually, you held back with just as much care as you had. 

...But you didn’t this time. 

Right now, the way you were holding him was much more desperate than he’d ever experienced before. It was like you were holding on for dear life, and all he could do was hold you right back. 

It wasn’t much, but it was about as much as he had, until he could get you out of here. 

“Y/N, baby, it’s me...it’s Sam” he tried, whispering to you in the softest way he could, hoping that it would giggle something loose. He had no real idea what they had done to you and he couldn’t figure it out right now but now that you were together, you would be fine. 

Sam was going to make sure that you would be fine. 

All you could do was mutter his name back to him, snuggling closer to his chest than you ever thought possible. It worked just enough to clear some of the fog, just enough to give you a fraction of your thought back. 

“Alright baby, I’ve gotta take care of a few things but I’ll be right back for you okay? Just stay here” he promised, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before setting you back down against the wall. 

He didn’t want to risk dragging you into something that could be dangerous and a hail of gunfire wasn’t exactly ideal. So, it would just be safer to keep you here until he knew it was completely safe. 

The best way to do that would be killing every single british bastard in this place. 

He just had to take care of this first. 

...But true to his word, as soon as Hess was dead, he came back for you and found you right where he’d left you. 

Not that he had any doubt that you would be okay. 

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Are you ready to go home?” he wondered, not even bothering to wait for your answer before scooping you up once again and carrying you out of the building.  

You needed rest, and by the looks of it, you needed a lot of it, and Sam was going to make sure that you had more than enough. 

Doctors orders and all that. 

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[dontshootmespence]

Enough Love To Go Around

Summary: At The Breeding Bench, omegas willingly lend their ‘services’ to alphas in need.

Pairing: Alpha!Ketch x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, implied Alpha!Gabriel x Omega!Reader.

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: Knotting, claiming, multiple alphas, bondage, nipping, light nipple play, power bottom Omega, slight bit of degradation, I think that’s it.

A/N: This fills my ‘power bottom’ square for @spnkinkbingo​ and my ‘slutty omega’ square for @spnabobingo​.

At The Breeding Bench, fertile omegas lend their services, i.e. their sweet little pussies, to alphas in desperate need of a cunt to fuck during their ruts. Some Omegas fall for their customers, some don’t. Some know who fathered their pups, others don’t. What remains is the omegas are in control. You’d be lying if you said this is what you imagined when you presented about 10 years ago, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t love what you did now.

As the owner of the business, Gabriel only took a five percent commission, so that he, and all his girls, could make a damn good living, which you did. Plus, he let his girls have all the power, unlike so many others in similar positions, so if you wanted an alpha to knot you, you could, but if you didn’t want to, you could forbid it, and thankfully everyone that used the establishment played by the rules.

The only Alpha you’d had so far, and the one you shared your only pup (so far) with, was Gabriel. He was a wonderful Alpha and father, and totally not the jealous type, so even after he claimed you, he said if you wanted to accept other alphas he was fine with that so long as he could claim another omega. Any other pups you might have he would help provide for.

All the girls had their regulars, the ones that would utilize the services of The Breeding Bench during every single one of their ruts. Then there were the floaters that came in and out of town. You had your regulars too; the brothers, Sam and Dean, a British transplant named Arthur Ketch, a man named Castiel floated in a few times a year and always booked some time with you and one of the other girls, Meg. You never cared to know people’s names unless they came in often, so you knew a few other names, including Gadreel, Benny and Mick.

Within the next week you had appointments with Sam, Dean and Arthur; they’d been your clients the longest and you trusted them all implicitly. Sam had no Omega. Dean had one, another friend of yours, Jo, and Arthur didn’t have one either. You’d have any or all of them if they wanted.

Walking into the back office, you bent down and gave Gabriel a kiss. Somehow, he’s able to perfectly balance being a father to your one-year-old pup, Aiden, with running this kind of establishment. “Who’s coming tonight?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Everyone who walks in the door, obviously,” you laughed. “But if you mean who’s on the schedule, Sam and Dean. I wasn’t supposed to have Arthur for a couple days, but he asked to reschedule and told him if he didn’t mind working around Sam and Dean then I’d be happy to squeeze him in...so to speak.”

Gabriel chuckled, his pen gliding over the numbers in the books. “Dirty little Omega. They’ve been going to you since we opened, right?”

“Yup, nearly five years for all of them. Arthur’s not the type to take an Omega. He’s more just in it for the fuck,” you say softly out of range of Aiden’s little ears. “But the boys I could see being interested. You’re still okay with that, right?”

“As long as you are, love. As long as everyone knows I’m your primary Alpha, you can have as many as you want.”

With a smile, you gave him another kiss and placed another on the top of Aiden’s head. In order to make sure there’s no immediate territory issues between alphas, only one alpha is allowed in a room with you at a time, so no threesomes or moresomes are allowed. Apparently, Gabriel had allowed it once upon a time but after one alpha nearly ripped another’s throat out he set up ground rules.

Despite being brothers, Sam and Dean could get territorial with you if they were both in a rut in your presence at the same time, so Dean would be your second appointment and Sam your last. First was Arthur.

Stepping into your usual room, you met his steely gaze and a shiver ran quickly down your spine at the sight of his smirk. “Hello, darling.”

“Hey, Ketch,” you greeted as you turned to close the door. Before you could turn around, he was on you, his mouth gliding up and down your neck in search of whatever sweet spot might make you squirm today. “Rut came early, huh?”

He only grunted in response before spinning you around and yanking your jeans and panties down with a few quick movements. “On the bed, head over the edge, mouth open. Don’t swallow a damn thing.”

“Wanna fuck me stupid?”

“You could say that,” he growled.

Crawling onto the bed, you let your tongue hang out and clasped your hands in front of you so that you could give him the illusion of control. Slick already dripped from you, easing the thick slide of his cock inside you. He bent down over you and bit down on your ear as he began to pump into you. “No talking. Just let me fuck that sweet little cunt.”

Whimpering, you turned toward him only to have him shove your face back into the bed. “Such a good little cunt.”  You smiled to yourself, crying out each time he thrusted to the hilt. As the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, heat spread throughout your body, nerves licked by fire until saliva was dripping onto the floor of its own accord. “Whose cunt is this?” He asked, desperation demanding an answer.

Every word was punctuated by a sharp thrust. “It’s- Your- Cunt- Sir.”

With a final thrust, he quickly pulled out and walked to where your face hung over the bed. Grabbing your hair, he yanked your head back. His knot was thick and swollen, aching for connection, but Ketch was a man of no complications and preferred not to knot, instead slipping his cock down your throat. “Swallow it all, love.”

You eagerly did as he commanded, smiling around him as he pulled out and slapped his knot against your lips, leaving a trail of spit to roll down your chin. Bending down, he tongued at your mouth and instructed you to stay still while he readied himself to leave. “Love marveling at my handiwork.”

Just before he slipped out of the room, he turned to you. “Until next time, darling.”

Smiling, you licked your lips in reply.

One down, two to go.

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Combing your hands through your hair, you stood up and went to the adjoining bathroom to clean up for your next appointment. As promised, Ketch had fucked you stupid, so it took a few minutes before you felt like yourself again. You brushed your hair and slipped into a different outfit that you knew Dean would lose his mind over - leather pants with a low-cut red top and matching heels.

You’d be a little early for Dean’s appointment, but after brushing your teeth, you returned to the bedroom (which had newly laundered sheets thanks to the staff) and sat with your legs crossed, patiently waiting. Though your heat was likely a few weeks away at the very least, Dean’s scent filled your nostrils before he even walked in the room. “Holy shit, babe. You trying to kill me?”

You ran your tongue over your teeth as Dean shrugged his leather jacket off and practically lunged across the room, teeth nipping and biting at your heated skin. Arching into his hunger, you scratched at his skin, giving him silent permission to let himself go. “You’re always safe with me, Dean.”

He lifted you up against the wall and raked his hand up under your shirt to lift it over your head. “How long we been doin, this? Five years?”

Reaching down into your panties, you pushed them down along with your leather pants and kicked them to the side. “Five years, baby.” There was an obvious, unspoken question dancing on the tip of his tongue. “Wanna knot me, Alpha?”

“Already got one. Okay to share?”

“As long as you are.”

He grunted as he kicked his pants off and laughed. “We can be one big happy family.”

Laughter dissolved into a drive you’d never seen in him before, that pure Alpha desire and strength that most saved for the ones they claimed. As he carried you to the bed, he tore your shirt off and pushed your bra off in the most clumsy, too-sex-starved-to-care way. His cock pressed against your stomach and you palmed at it, massaging his knot before he laid you down on the bed and dropped to his knees. Entwining his fingers in yours, he licked his way up your pussy, moaning at the taste of your slick. “Goddamn, baby.” Dean’s tongue slid up and down your folds, lips suckling at soft skin.

“Knot me, Alpha,” you breathed. You whined in desperation and watched as his head popped up from between your legs and he stalked his way up your body.

When his face hovered over yours, his hunger softened for a moment as his lips met yours. “You know I’m not doing this just because I’m mid-rut, right? I might have started off as just your customer but-”

With every bit of strength you could muster, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips into his. “And I don’t let just anyone knot me. Only someone I trust. Someone I love.”

Not another word was spoken as Dean slipped his hands up your arms and into the space between your fingers, gliding your arms above your head. “You sure?”

“Fuck me, Alpha.”

Biting your lip, you sighed as his knot filled you. He was shaking, undoubtedly trying not to just fuck you like a jackhammer and actually take his time. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate it, but you wanted, needed, to see him lose control. Despite his grip on your hands, you wrapped your legs around him and dug your heels into his lower back. “It’s okay, Alpha. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

An appreciative growl rolled up from his throat as he thrusted into you to the hilt. “Not gonna last long.”

“Don’t care,” you replied, nipping at his ear. “Just need you.”

With each thrust, you dug your heels in harder and harder until he was practically grinding into you. Knot swelling, he started to rut against you and whisper in your ear about how he was going to fill you up, every word of which you soaked in as your legs began to shake. “That’s it, Dean. Fuck, fuck fuck.”

When his knot locked to you, his mouth dropped open, but nothing came out. All he could do was go still above you, thick ropes of come spilling into your pussy. Slowly, his rutting slowed to a stop, though his lips continued their sweet assault on the side of your neck. “Love you,” he said softly, smiling into your shoulder.

“I love you, too, Alpha.”

As his knot released itself, you talked about where things would go from here. Like Gabriel, he promised that whether or not any pups were his he would take care of them, just as he was doing with Jo. He also respected your decision to accept more alphas if you so chose. He only asked to know who they were. “Gotta make sure they’re good enough for you, too. Otherwise I’ll rip their throats out.”

Finally, his knot released and he pulled out to lay at your side. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. You know I have to get ready for my next appointment, right?”

“Yea,” he replied with a knowing smile. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“You want Sam to be your alpha too, don’t you?”

Shyly, you nodded again and rolled on top of him. “I do. I’ve been seeing him as long as you. I love you both. I’ve got a lot of love to go around though I promise.”

“Well, Sam I can personally vet and say I trust him. Is there anyone else? Besides Gabriel I mean?”

“Not right now. I do have some consistent customers, but no one else I’m on that level with yet. Just you three. I trust you with my life.”

Glancing at the clock, Dean sat up and situated you in his lap, tonguing at your mouth. “After your next appointment, you free?”

“Yea. Have some ideas?”

“I do. Maybe Sam can join in on the fun.”

“I’d love that.”

As he got dressed, you fell into easy conversation about his work at the shop, which he owned alongside Sam. Most knowledgeable gun enthusiasts in the Midwest. “See you later, ‘Mega. Show Sam a good time.”

“I always do,” you said with a wink.

And with that he was out the door, leaving you just enough time to get cleaned up for Sam.

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After getting cleaned up, you went back to your once again freshly made bed. You didn’t bother getting dressed. Sam normally preferred you be naked the minute he walked in anyway.

Maybe it was Dean knotting you, maybe it was the amount of sex you’d had in the past few days, but you were pretty sure your heat was going to come a littler earlier than usual, but you didn’t mind. With (hopefully) three Alphas, you’d be taken care of in any and every way. And you wanted another pup. Aiden was the light of your life.

Rubbing your legs together, you slipped your hand between your legs and inhaled the sharp smell of pine mixed with motor oil and just a dash of freshly fallen rain. You didn’t even realize Sam was there until the door closed. “Already getting ready for me?”

“I could smell you,” you replied with a smile. Feeling bold, you decided to ask Sam rather than wait. “Can I ask you something? And if you say no, it’s okay, we can continue on as normal.”

Sam’s brows furrowed. “Something wrong?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your plump lips.

“Not at all. You know I have an Alpha right?”

“Gabriel, and I’m going to go out on a limb and say Dean claimed you too.”

“Yea, because I love them both. And I love you. Would you knot me too? Claim me?”

His eyes transitioned from soft and concerned to hungry and possessive in an instant. “Fuck yes. Wanna see you round with my pups. Even if they aren’t mine. You are and they’ll be in every way that matters. Can we use the bench?”

Giggling, you opened the closet door and pulled out the collapsable bench he liked to use. Before you even laid a hand on it to unfold it, he yanked it away and readied it quickly, roughly grabbing your hips to bend you over the bench. “Wait,” you said.

He stopped immediately. “What is it?”

“I want to look at you when you claim me. Tie me up face up?” Sam bit your lower lip and smiled into your mouth before practically throwing you onto the bench, hands tied to a bar above your head. “Tie my legs too?” You asked breathlessly.

Dropping to his knees in front of you, Sam tied your ankles to the legs of the bench, his lips and teeth and tongue trailing over your legs as his hands deftly fiddled with the ropes. “You’re so damn perfect. So eager to be used.”

Your tongue darted out and washed over your bottom lip. Feeling helpless in your Alphas’ embrace - it imbued you with a strength you didn’t have in any other moment.

As he straddled the bench, legs on either side of your slightly spread ones, he pinched your nipples and relished in the way you embraced pain. You felt your slick drip onto the bench below your ass and popped your head up to see Sam stroking himself, his knot almost painfully swollen. “Fuck me, Alpha. Pound my sweet little pussy.”

Growling, Sam slipped himself inside you with one swift thrust. Had you not entertained other appointments this evening, his thickness would’ve pained you, but you were more than ready for him. Your body was eager for it and even though you could barely move due to the binds around your wrists and ankles, you tried to buck into his movements.

Sam grasped the bench on either side of your hips and used it as leverage to pump into you, his cock coated with slick with each pass into your wet heat. Each pointed thrust rattled your entire body. But it wasn’t close enough, despite how his knot was swelling inside you. You wanted him closer, covering you. “I need to feel all of you,” you breathed, almost begging. “Just fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.”

Bending over, he placed most of his weight on you, his chiseled chest flush with yours. He was so heavy and desperate for release you could barely breathe, but it didn’t matter when you felt his knot lock to you. He breathed against your neck. “Gonna pump you full of my cum. You’re gonna take it like a little Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha. Pump me full.”

A strained groan erupted from his lips, which wrapped around your nipple. He bit down so hard you cried out and bucked upward as much as your body would allow, legs trembling so violently you could hear the bench shaking underneath you. “Fuck, Sam.”

Sam chuckled into your sweat-slick skin, rutting against you while he came down from his high. Once his knot finally released, he removed the ties that bound you to the chair and carried you to the bed. He slipped in behind you and cradled you in his embrace, every inch of his body molded against yours. Even now you could help but grab his arm and wrap it around you, craving the closeness. “Even now, such a needy little Omega,” Sam laughed.

“Always.” For a few minutes, you sat there in silence, breathing in rhythm with each other. “You were my last appointment for the night. I promised Dean we’d go out. Wanna join? I could show you both just how needy I really am.”

Sam swallowed hard and smiled into your neck, a movie’s worth of images playing through his mind. “Slutty little ‘Mega.”

“Damn right.”

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[flightsoffandom]

Ketch and Mouse

Pairs: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Words: 2410

Summary: You run into an agent working for the British Men of Letter’s, after playing cat and mouse for a while an issue with the BMoL’s arises.

Warnings: None

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. I know the title pun was a stretch, but I am not sorry and will not stop. My obsession with Ketch hasn't died down, but I need to get back to writing one-shots more often. So here we are.

I am wanting to challenge myself by using the same prompt with different fandoms and try to make it as unique as possible.

I found this writing prompt @witterprompts and went with it. The original prompt is below.

“Against my better judgment, I've decided to keep you around.”

    When the British Men of Letters came over to America, you hadn’t paid too much attention to them. They were taking out monsters, so you had planned to ignore them and let them thin out all the creatures running amuck. After a few months, you hadn’t run into them at all, only heard stories. You had almost forgotten that the British Men of Letters existed. That was until you ran into one of their agents.

    You were running a basic case. The plan was to take care of the small pack of werewolves that had been killing people around the city. Then be back on the road before the morning. These werewolves weren’t hiding that well, practically leaving a trail all the way back to there lair. They seemed to be newer werewolves and didn’t pose a challenge for you. After taking out the main ones, you were making sure the rest of the building was cleared out. You heard some movement coming from a hallway. Cautiously you move to the doorway, hiding with your back against the wall. As you walk over, you make sure your gun is loaded with silver bullets. With your weapon loaded, you put it away in a place that is easy to reach. You then get your hunting blade ready in your hand. Prepared to attack anything that steps through the door. Right, when something steps through the doorway, you twist your body and put your knife right against the throat of the person who walked into the room. Seeing what or who it was, you're met with a handsome man dressed in tactical gear. You push your blade against his neck, making sure the silver comes into contact with his skin. He seemed completely unfazed by the knife at his throat. If anything, the man looked amused. You glare at him, “Why the fuck are you here?” The man looks right at you, chuckling, “I could ask you the same thing, love.” His British accent throws you off, causing you to lower your knife by a few inches. He causally motions to the dead werewolves on the ground, “Judging the bodies on the ground, I have found my answer.” He seems almost disappointed. You completely lower your knife and put it away, “Yeah, I took care of it. It was a quick job, you’d didn’t miss out on anything.” You start checking the body’s making sure not to turn your back on the stranger. He was attractive, but that didn’t mean you could trust him, so you made sure to stay alert. As you crouch down, the man seems to be checking you out. There was a slight tension growing in the air. You cock your head and look up at him, “Why are you here, anyway?” He walks around, kicking over some of the other bodies to look at them while he responses, “I was sent here to deal with the werewolves in the area.” You stand up, “Sent?” The man turns around to look at you, “Ahh, British Men of Letters.” He walks closer to you, extending his hand, “Arthur Ketch at your service.” It surprised you that someone who looked and acted so properly could be a hunter. You look down at your hand, which was covered in blood. However, you still reach out and shack his hand. You grin as you shake his hand, curious as to how such a proper looking man would handle the grime. Arthur doesn’t hesitate when shaking your hand. When you let go of his hand, you start packing up, “Well, Arthur, I’m gonna go. Have fun cleaning up these bodies.” You chuckle to yourself as you get ready to leave. Arthur moves to block the doorway. He gives you an annoyed look, “What makes you think I’ll be cleaning up this muck that ‘you've’ created.” You take a step or two backward, “Well, I mean… I’ve heard of the British Men of Letter’s, and isn’t your job to clean up monsters and the messes left behind by said monsters?” He glares at you getting ready to respond. You look around for another way out and easily find one. Before he can, you feign innocence and shrug at Arthur, “Nice meeting you handsome, but I’m out of here.” You walk to a window. Shooting him a mocking salute, you climb out of the window and jump down to the ground. He says something to you, but you're not able to hear it. You walk to your car, passing a motorcycle that wasn’t here when you arrived earlier. It must have been Arthur’s. He had good taste, and he was attractive. While you were interested, you didn’t want to be dragged into the mysterious British organization that was moving in. So you hoped into your car and leave, not expecting to see Arthur again.

    You were wrong about not seeing Arthur again. It took a few weeks, but you run into him on another hunt. After dipping out on him a second time, you started running into him with more frequency, almost like he was during it on purpose. After a few months of this, you kind of looked forward to running into him. Maybe you were an asshole, but you also liked the annoyed look on his face when you found a way to weasel away. You did learn a few things about him during your game of cat and mouse. Ketch was more on the violent side of things, he was very good at his job, and he was a loyal company man. You defiantly had a thing for him, and with the sexual tension that had built between you and Ketch, this little game felt more like extended foreplay, so you kept it up.

    You had found a hunt and drove into town with a plan to take care of it. You went inside the location and started clearing out the monsters. Halfway through, Ketch showed up and helped clear them out. Both of you worked well together. It was nice seeing him in action, plus tactical suit did something to you. When you were finished, you went to leave and expected Ketch to try to stop you like he usually did. When he didn’t try, you were suspicious. The smirk on his face just added to your doubt. You still tried to leave, though, figuring Ketch had something up his sleeve. When you got into your car and tried to start it, nothing happened. Ketch, at this point, has followed you outside. He started chuckling as he watched you try to start your car. In his hands, he had a small object that seemed to be a piece of something. Thinking about it, you assumed it was a part of your car. You start laughing, getting out of your vehicle. You walk over to Ketch, crossing your arms. “Took you long enough to find a better way to stop me from leaving.” Ketch plays with the small piece of machinery in his hands, “You didn’t exactly make it easy, love.” You shrug, “What can I say? Having you stalk me was pretty fun.” Ketch walks to you, getting close to you, “I do have to admit the chase was rather invigorating.” Ketch starts stepping closer to you. You knew what he was doing, and let him back you up into the hood of your car. Ketch looks down at you. His voice revealing both his frustration with you and how pleased he was with himself to have caught you, “What do I get now that I caught you?” You look at him, grinning as you tease him, “Nothing?” Ketch growls and presses himself against you. You sit on the hood of your car and grab the hem of Ketch’s pants, “What do you want then, Mr. Ketch?” You ask him even though you know the answer. That was apparently the last straw. With that, Ketch pushed you back onto the hood of your car.

    Over the next few months, you and Ketch meet up on multiple occasions. You both kept playing your game of cat and mouse, seeing as Ketch seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. The relationship was mostly sexual, but there was more to it as well. There were a few times you shared drinks, and he had somehow gotten your phone number, calling you now in then to team up for hunts.  You had grown kind of attached to him, though you didn’t think about it too much. You kept reminding yourself that hunters shouldn’t get connected or anything like that with other people. This line of work was dangerous and didn’t have room for anything but work. There was also something weird going on with the British Men of Letters, but it wasn’t exactly clear what it was. You had heard a few different things as rumors circulated.

    Ketch had sent you a text for a hunt, and you agreed to meet up with him. You quickly pack up your things. Once you were ready, you headed to the address Ketch had given you. It didn’t take long to get there. Ketch had beat you there, you saw his motorcycle parked off to the side. You exit the car, grabbing your bag of things before heading inside. The inside of the building was oddly empty, putting you on edge. You pulled out your gun, not sure what was going on. There were no signs that anyone had lived here. This wasn’t a place any monster had been in, no bodies, no blood, it made you nervous. You walked further into the building, “Ketch? What is going on?” You turn into a new room. Only to be stopped dead in your tracks as you feel metal on the back of your head. You hiss and get ready to try and flip around and attack your assailant. Right as your about to turn around, Ketch’s voice stops you. “Drop the bag, and don��t turn around.” You let out an annoyed huff, dropping your bag. “Ketch, if you need to run me through tests to make sure I’m not a creature, then just do it. Stop pointing your fucking gun at me.” You keep your hand on your gun, refusing to drop it. Still not sure what was going on here. Ketch responds, “It has nothing to do with that.” You scoff and quickly turn around. You look him in the face, “If this is some kind of kinky thing you wanted to do, you should have just asked.” Ketch was trying to hold an emotionless expression, but there was uncertainty coming through. “Ohh, do shut up and drop the gun.” Ketch looked borderline exasperated. You scrunch up your face, studying Ketch. “Tell me what’s going on, and then I’ll drop the gun.” Gauging his expression and the situation. You decided that the gun was loaded. Ketch seemed to have convinced himself he was ready to shoot you. Clearly, he found himself unable to go through with it. You may not have known Ketch long, but you gathered enough information to figure out that he cleaned up all the BMoL’s problems and took care of loose ends. So Ketch shouldn’t have any problem with shooting you point-blank.  He hadn’t done it yet. You stare down Ketch, and he finally answers your question, “Orders… The American hunters have become more of a problem then headquarters wants…” Ketch pauses, his arm holding his gun stiffens before he continues. “The American hunters are to be wiped out. They sent me to take care of you… to prove my loyalty.” You would have been touched by the fact you were a threat to Ketch’s loyalty if he wasn’t aiming a gun at your head. You cross your arms, “Then do it, Arthur, because I’m already tired of you pointing a fucking gun at my head.” Being aggressive probably wasn’t the best way to go, but it was your character flaw. You couldn’t help it. Ketch was caught off-guard by your reaction. He immediately gets defensive, “If you want me too so bad, then I shall.” You and Ketch stare each other down, neither of you budging. You roll your eyes, “If you were going to shoot me, you would have done it already… while my back was turned and couldn’t try to fight… Will you make up your damn mind and stop lying to both of us?” Ketch gets increasingly annoyed. You see him adjust his stance. When his trigger finger twitches, you shut your eyes tight. Holding your breath to mentally prepare yourself. A few seconds pass that felt more like hours. You hear Ketch growl, “You're so bloody tiresome.” You open your eyes, finally start breathing again. Ketch is still trying to keep his cool, but he clearly wasn’t sure how to proceed. It was petty, but you fired a shot at Ketch, making sure to miss him. Ketch glares at you. When he sees the look on your face, he softens. You put your gun away, “You deserved that.” Ketch nods, crossing his arms, “Quite.” You were still on edge, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stay mad at Ketch. Ketch watches you, thinking things over. Ketch checks his phone. He finally speaks up, “Against my better judgment, I’ve decided to keep you around.” You scoff and roll your eyes, “Thank you so much.” Ketch easily notices your sarcasm, but he seems amused by it. Ketch keeps watching his phone, “The British Men of Letters doesn’t take kindly to agents disobeying orders.” You move and pick up your bag, “Well, they sound like a bunch of uptight assholes.” Ketch chuckles, “I am still technically a member.” You grin at him and shrug, “My statement still applies.” Ketch jokingly replies, “I could still kill you to get my job back.” You laugh, getting ready to leave, “I don't think you have it in you.” Ketch nods his head in agreement. Hunters pointed guns at each other all the time with intentions to shoot the other person. So this wasn’t your first time almost being shot. Plus, you did realize that Ketch did put a target on himself by disobeying orders. You weren’t sure what this was between you and Ketch. It wasn’t going to be easy or safe, and it would be complicated, but so was being a regular hunter. So you were willing to give it a shot.

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[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Dirty Work: Part 2

Chapter Summary: The reader and Ketch hunt down the vampires who infiltrated the BMoL bunker. When the reader gets hurt, it brings out Ketch’s true colors.

A/N: I have finally finished the second chapter of this story. I’m thinking a part three to this, so let me know if you want to be tagged in future installments.

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Word Count: 2324

It should have been simple. There’d only been five vampires left alive.

Faint shouts of your name echoed the walls of the home once occupied by a nuclear family, now ran by their conquers. The remaining vampires who infiltrated the Men of Letters' bunker and escaped. 

Your eyes fluttered with the sensation of blood leaving your neck in continuous gulps. Trails leaked down your neck, soaking into the collar of your shirt. Your body was panicked, lethargic from the blood loss. You twitched in the vampire's hold, as his teeth tore into at your neck, but there was no room to move. Arms pinned, tightly wedged between the corner of a wall and a man's body, but there was certainly no man inside.

"So delicious." The words vibrated between your neck, his fangs still intact in your neck. "If I could just resist for long enough, I’d save you for later."

Panicked and at a loss for any other option, you headbutted the vampire, causing his fangs to rip from your skin, further tearing downward. You groaned, resisting the urge to suppress the wounds. You grabbed your machete from the floor, wielding it at the vampire.

His hand caught the blade, barely wincing at the deep cut in his palm, letting out a hiss instead. With what little blood you had left was adrenaline pumped. You kicked his knee, lowering his frame for a brief second as you brought the blade up to your shoulder and swung it in the motion of a baseball bat, slicing his neck in a fluid motion.

The head flew ‘out of the park’ as it hit the opposite wall in the room.  

Exhausted and seeing spots, your knees hit the floor. You didn't hear the heavy footsteps charging toward the room and a familiar British accent calling out your name.

You turned your head toward the door, revealing the gash on your neck before collapsing completely. Your eyes drooped as Ketch's shadow covered you, further darkening the unlit room. His arms keeping your head from hitting the floor. The warmth of his arms surrounding you, lifting you up as you blacked out.

The first thing you saw when you woke up was the as moonlight through the mustang's windshield. You stared at it a long moment, playing back the hunt in your mind like a fever dream. You and Ketch had gone in the house together, planning to divide and conquer, but the vampires swarmed you both. Somehow one had dragged you away from the fight, away from Ketch. Afterward was a blur, and all you knew was that your neck throbbed a though it had a seperate heartbeat.

The sound of the engine revving engulfed your ears, pulling you from your thoughts. You wondered why the driver was going so fast. Then your eyes widened and realized you hadn't checked the identity of the driver.

You tilted your head, met with profile of Arthur Ketch. You relaxed into your seat with an exhausted sigh. 

Nothing in the world would’ve surprised you more than the slight jump Ketch gave in his seat. His eyes slipped from the road, scanning your face, studying it for any evidence of something wrong. You couldn't deny the slight panic you saw in his eyes and found yourself instantly suspicious.

"Oh, thank God!" He gasped, before trying to recover his expression, giving an unintentional gulp. He cleared his throat before speaking again, this time in a more neutral tone. “I thought you were dying.”

You noticed then the white-knuckle grip his hands had on the steering wheel. You groaned, sitting up from your slumped position. “Don’t plan to.”

“In one-point-three miles take the south ramp.”

Your reflexes were sluggish as you flinched from the voice of the GPS. “Where are we going?”

Ketch swung into the right lane, preparing for the turn. “To the nearest hospital.”

“What? Ketch, I’m fine-”

“No," Ketch's tone was stern, "You're bound to need a blood transfusion. That amount of blood-”

“We can’t go. We can’t explain what happened!”

“I’ll make something up, what matters is that you seek proper medical attention. Mick instisted-”

“The fact that I’m conscious means my body is already regenerating from the blood loss. I’ll be fine without the hospital. I promise.”

Ketch glanced at the GPS, seeing it read that the exit was now less than a mile away.

You gave another attempt of persuading. “Let’s just go back to the bunker, and I’ll rest there, okay? I’ll recover.” When Ketch didn’t let up on the speed, you did something you never wanted to. “Please.”

The Brit glanced at you, studying your face with a masked expression before passing the exit and shutting off the GPS. “I'll be driving the rest of the way.”

“Fine by me,” you agreed quickly, whatever it took to avoid the hospital trip. “Ketch, why did you care so much?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, silently scrambling for a reply. “Because if you died, I-" he coughed awkwardly. “Mick would blame me. I’d be too easy to say that I wanted you out of the picture, after the amount we’ve bickered.”

You weren’t convinced but allowed the conversation to drop as you felt your eyes roll back, barricading your eyelids shut.

You were only asleep for a quarter of an hour before Ketch pulled off onto the shoulder of the empty road, getting out of the driver's side to aid your wound.

The feeling of his hand brushing your neck woke you. Holding a death grip on the hand before your eyes snapped open to reveal Ketch. Your eyes focused on Ketch's face, and his on yours. Ketch stared at you quizzically as though to guess your next move. You dropped your arm, realizing you hadn't needed to hold onto his hand those few seconds after.

Out of the corner of your eye, there were first-aid supplies on the dashboard, a sea of white gauze and tape.

"What are you doing?"

Ketch frowned at you, his original persona returning. But which Ketch were the mask. "Since you resisted proper care, it's fallen upon myself to bandage you up. You've already bled onto the seat. "

Your head spun around in a swift motion that would’ve made you faint if you hadn’t already been seated. Sure enough, there was a crimson puddle on your gray upholstery. You groaned, partially from the pain in your head, mostly for the damage to the seat.

"I know a swanky chemical that'll take care of that; if you're not above that." Ketch lightly grabbed your jaw, pushing your gaze forward as he began to inspect the wound again.

"Above what, cleaners?"

"My help," Ketch said quickly, keeping his eyes locked on your wound.

"Umm," you began. "I'd say I'm not completely against your help, since, you know, you dragged me out of that vamp den. Plus you're trying to help me not bleed out," you waited a moment. "Is this because I said that you looked like a vampire back at the bunker? I was just joking."

He wiped off the surrounding blood from your wound. And as the silence grew, so did your conscious' voice.

"Thank you," you muttered, ignoring the sting of the alcohol in the towelette.

A devilish smirk tugged at the Brit's lips. "You are most certainly welcome,"

You sighed, knowing you'd never forgive yourself for what you were about to say. Ketch paused, thinking the alcohol were too much.

With a deep breath, you muttered, "And I guess, for the grenade you shot at that car, also," you thought back to when Ketch had saved you, Castiel and the Winchesters from being taken into custody on the side of the road weeks before. It had been the aggravation that begun your feud since it had almost hit you.

Ketch put the gauze over your wound, using a small amount of medical tape to hold it in place. "Perhaps, I should've aimed directly at the men, rather than the car."

You turned your head, feeling the tape adjust flexibly along your neck. "That sounds awfully close to an apology."

"I wouldn't get used to it."

"Oh come on, I thanked you, twice! And you apologized. I think that's a good start. Maybe this mission wasn't so bad after all.”

Ketch gawked at you unapologetically. "You were bitten by a vampire."

You shrugged. "Once you've been hugged by a naked cherub, almost nothing seems as bad."

Gawking turned to bewilderment.

You smiled at Ketch’s expression before you realized the vulnerability of getting close to the Brit. "I guess we should hit the road, huh?"

"Right," he muttered, almost sounding disappointed. "Get some rest."

You turned your head, curious to read his face, but the Brit straightened up and already was half a pace around the Mustang.

You awoke again when the sun was breaking dawn, the light scorching your eyelids through the glass of the window. You yawned, forgetting for a moment Ketch was your designated driver, and that you were, by default, Mrs. Daisy.

“Are you hungry?”

You groaned, shifting in your seat to lay facing Ketch, away from the sun. Losing the battle of your sleep-dazed state, you kept your eyes closed, missing the way Ketch watched you curiously.  

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, immediately followed by a rumble of your stomach.

Ketch pulled off onto an onramp, finding a resturant to pull up to.

You peeled your eyes open. “But I’m bloody-“

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Ketch looked at you wide-eyed, and you realized he truly was uncertain. As though he cared to do the right thing.

"Drive-thru," you told Ketch. His face contorted into something that would make the description vile look like empathy. "Come on, I almost died," you argued, giving your best intention of Sammy's puppy dog stare.

“Fine. Eat in the car, like a savage.”

You ignored his insult. “Like the Winchesters,” you yawned as you felt the drain of your energy.

"Like I said," he muttered, pulling into the parking lot of a fast food joint.

With a couple of breakfast burritos on your lap, Ketch pulled back onto the freeway, pressing his foot hard on the gas as he went.

You smirked at the English hunter, an idea underfoot in your mind. “How far are we from the bunker?”

“Less than two hours.”

“Then you’ll need your strength,” You said, holding up the burrito at the gent.

“Get that thing away from me," he scolded, swatting it out of his proximity.

You shrugged, taking a bite out of one. "Hey when we get there, can we keep this to ourselves?" Ketch eyed you, raising a brow. You expanded on your thought. "You don’t know the Winchesters like I do. They’ll get protective and pissy about my neck."

“That wouldn’t be wise. Mick may have an impending mission.”

You frowned. "Look, Sam and Dean might just end up blaming you for what happened. This isn't your fault, you dragged me out of there, but they won't hear it." You thought of another point as you swallowed your bite. "Besides, wouldn’t you look better in Mick’s eyes if our first hunt accomplished went smoothly?”

No response other than his tightening grip on the wheel.

“Ketch, come on-“

“We’re going to tell the others, so you can properly heal before being sent out again, that's final!” His outburst silenced you. “Believe it or not, your death is not a fathomed achievement of mine, despite the misery you avail me.”

Not knowing how to respond to the nearly vulnerable statement, you changed course. “So, what was dating Toni like?”

"You don't have an off button do you?" Ketch teased, frowning with the new topic. A grand eye roll was achieved before the Brit answered. “Catastrophic.”

“So she’s a bitch to everybody, huh?”

“An understatement, really. I’ve spent too much of my time comparing her to the vilest of creatures and objects I could fathom."

“How’d you ever end up with the evil shrew? Not that I'm saying you're much better or anything.”

The ghost of a smile tugged on his lips due to the nickname you gave his ex. “Side-effect of being paired together on missions.” At the comparison to the current situation, all amusement left his features.

“And what, you two just built up too much sexual tension before,” you tried to motion an explosion with a burrito in your hands.

The smile remained on his face before he realized and dropped it. “It was more so letting the air out of a balloon.”

“I know what you mean.” You said, raising the burrito to your lips to bite.

A spark of a mischief idea arose Ketch’s conscious. “You and either of the Winchesters ever?”

You almost choked on your food. “Oh, God, no!” You let out. “I know far too much about those two to ever seriously get invested in either of them.”

“You seem close. I thought perhaps there’d been a romance or fling in the past." The car ride was silent a moment, as you ate your burrito. But Ketch was thinking. "But, I'm glad to hear it."

You dropped your burrito on your lap.

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[faith-in-dean]

Broken Trust - Part One

Summary: From what you’ve been told the British Men of Letters weren’t people you would really like. Though you didn’t expect to get that caught up with one of them, breaking the Winchester’s trust with your actions.

Words: 1505

Pairing: Eventual Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers of 12x14 and well early S12

A/N: So this will most likely only be very small series, but I couldn’t get these ideas out of my head ever since finishing 12x14. The episode is kind of a base for this and the happenings of this series will pick up from there. Thanks to @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki for betaing this for me!

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The first time you heard from the British Men of Letters was when Mary and Dean had freed Sam from them. All the things you ever heard about them were plain negative and although you haven’t met them yet, you did not like them much.

After all, they hurt your family.

For a while, neither of you had heard from them. They have left the Winchesters alone as much as possible, at least you thought so. Dean and Sam? They did not have anything to do with them and they probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with them unless it’s the only way to save the world from some awful misery.

However, Mary had more to do with the British Men of Letters than any of you would have expected. One day she came back to the bunker and admitted of working together with them. To say you were all in shock was an underestimation.

You couldn’t understand how she could betray her own sons like this, even if the situation between them hadn’t been the best since she was brought back. But out of all the people, you had never expected Mary to do something like that. To bond with someone whose people had tortured Sam; broken bones, burnt flesh, physical and mental torture, that has left more than a physical scar with Sam; had bound and captured Dean too, and even tried to kill her. You just couldn’t fathom it.

Sam and you were quiet while Mary and Dean had argued. Neither of you wanted to heat up the conversation any further. But mostly you two weren’t sure about what to say.

To know that Mary has worked with them kind of caught you off guard and quite hurt you after everything you had heard from them.

Dean and Mary’s conversation ended with Dean throwing her out and Dean finally storming off.

“I’m sorry,” Mary looked sadly at you and Sam, though at this point you couldn’t find any sympathy for her.

“Just leave Mary. It’s for the best,” you sighed and decided to lead her up the stairs and closing the door behind her.

“I’m going to talk to Dean,” you said once you were with Sam again. You knew Dean needed some support even if he wouldn’t mention it.

The following days have been pretty quiet. Mary did not show up though you knew she tried to reach out to Dean and Sam to make things up.

She had also reached out to you and you answered her, but there was no way you could forgive her just like that. You told her that you wouldn’t try to get Sam and Dean to forgive her, that it was purely their decision to make, if they wanted to make it.

Mary accepted your own decision of wanting to stay away for her for a bit and said she understands you being upset. You were kind of glad about that, but oh little did you know you would find yourself in the same situation as her soon enough.

When Dean and you returned from your grocery run, you noticed a note from Sam saying he was out for a bit. You didn’t think much of it so you just shrugged it off before helping Dean unpack all the groceries.

“Sam is out for a bit. He left a note,” you told him, only getting a nod from Dean.

“Damn it, we forgot the whiskey,” Dean grumbled a little but both of you knew you wouldn’t go out again to get some. Maybe you would just text and ask Sam to bring some on his way home.

That was when some loud knocks came from the main door of the bunker.

“Did that guy forget his keys?” Dean groaned before walking up the stairs to open the door. You soon noticed it wasn’t Sam, though, considering they didn’t come walking down the stairs. Dean was talking with, whoever it was, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. So you just down at the table in the library and waited for Dean to come back.

Eventually, he did, just with some guest, you did not know. Who was that guy and why did Dean let him in?

“Oh, sorry but have we met before?” the stranger asked with a strong British accent as your glances met.

“No, I don’t think we have,” you said and furrowed your brows together before you looked at Dean with a questioning look.

“Y/N? This is Mister Ketch, one of the British Men of Letters,” Dean sighed a little and you only furrowed your brows even more. A British Man of Letters in this place? Why?

“Well, hello Mister Ketch. I would say I’m pleased to meet you but from what I’ve heard about you I’m not pleased at all,” you stated though you had to admit, he was an eye catcher.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear you’ve been told negative things about us. We’re not all like that. But call me Arthur,” he winked at you before handing what seemed like a bottle of scotch to Dean.

“May I use the restroom before we talk?” Ketch asked and Dean nodded before telling him the way there. Once Mr. Ketch was out of reach Dean and your glances met.

“Dear and call me Arthur? Honestly?” Dean asked and made a weird face.

“Don’t you attack me with that Dean. Why did you let him in in the first place?! I thought you despise the British Men of Letters!” you exclaimed, yet not loud enough for Arthur to hear.

“I do despise them, yet he has something to tell… and he brought scotch,” Dean shrugged a little.

“You’re impossible,” you shook your head. It was only a few moments later Mr. Ketch came back and adjusted his jacket before he sat down on a chair along with you and Dean.

You stayed silent while he and Dean talked, after all, it was not really any of your business. You rather took up your time inspecting him.

He had green eyes, not as green as Dean’s were but they were still stunning. His features were strong and his hair was styled up and dark, though it did look soft. You wondered what it would feel like?

“So how come we haven’t had the pleasure to meet each other just yet?” you were ripped out of your thoughts by the man himself.

“Well, all of that British Men of Letters stuff was never much of my business. Plus the Winchesters wanted me to stay out of that business so I didn’t really have a reason to meet with any of you. That’s why we never met,” you shrugged and took a sip from your glass of scotch.

“Will you join us on our mission now?” Ketch asked with a grin on his face.

“No, she will not,” Dean stated without even giving you the time to answer, not that you knew what he was talking about anyways.

“I believe she has a voice of her own,” Arthur shot a glance at Dean before smiling at you again. Something about his smile was… mesmerizing. But you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I will not. I’m going to stay here and work on my own business,” you gave him a polite smile.

“That’s a shame darling. But of course I would not even think about forcing you to do something you don’t want to do,” he nodded before standing up as well as Dean.

“If you need help call me okay?” Dean asked while looking at you.

“Of course. You do too if you happen to be in trouble,” you lectured him, knowing he usually had trouble with asking you for help. Dean nodded before Mr. Ketch… Arthur told you goodbye and left along with Dean.

You decided to take this opportunity to try and find out more about this mysterious Mr. Ketch… and ways to contact him.

It took you quite some time until you found out anything about him at all. This man definitely was doing his best to keep his privacy. But no one could hide from Lady Y/N and her research skills. You chuckled a little to yourself for the name you were giving yourself before you went back to write down whatever you wanted to know.

You wanted to get to know him more, yet you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t betray Sam and Dean the way Mary did.

Just as you sat down on your bed to enjoy your day with some Netflix, your phone rang. You saw it was Dean and you knew better than to just ignore it so you picked up.

“Y/N. I need you to come to the base of the British Men of Letters. They’re being attacked and according to Ketch, they do not have enough people to take care of them all. I’ll send you the details,” Dean didn’t give you time to answer before he hung up and messaged you the address.

Now the only question was whether you could even make it there on time. Well, you should better hurry up then.

With that, you got up, grabbed a machete and jumped into one of the cars and took off.

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[flightsoffandom]

Ketch-ing Feelings Part 4

Pairs: Arthur Ketch x Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 3084

Summary: Running from your feelings got you into a very dangerous situation, but it looks like someone showed up just in time. With Ketch taking care of you, you start to see how serious his feelings for you are.

Continuation of Ketch-ing Feelings. Part 1–Part 2—Part 3--Part 4*--Part 5

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. Pretty much fluff. Ketch might be a Psychopath but he is one of my favorite Psychopaths and lets just all agree that Ketch would be extra soft and nice to someone he had feelings for.

Warnings: Description of getting stitches, blood, and pain.

    Ketch looks down at you, “Just take me along next time, will you?” He was trying to appear casual but you could see the worry in his eyes. You just nod, unable to say anything. Your heart was pounding and you realized you were shaking. Unsure if it was because all your energy was gone or how close to dying you just got. Ketch crouches down, “You alright?” You sigh loudly, “I am now…” You start collecting yourself as much as you can. You work on sitting up. Ketch offers you a hand. When you grab it he pulls you up onto your feet with him. You immediately go in to hug him, you didn’t care if it hurt your shoulder further. Doing your best to hide your wincing. Ketch wraps his arms around you, “You’re covered in muck.” Ketch sounded like he was protesting but didn't move you away from him. If anything he pulled you closer. You started to feel better. After a few minutes, you think you've gotten most of your baring back. You pull away from him. Wincing as you look at the carnage around you. Ketch notices your pained expression right away. He shares a look with you and he decides to wait before investigating. You sigh and pick up your shotgun and knife. Ketch keeps an eye on you while he checks all the bodies on the ground. You walk back over to Ketch. Your mind starts to clear up, “How did you find me?” Ketch looks at you, “British Men of Letters have a tracker on you.” You furrow your brow, “You tracked me?” Ketch rolls his eyes, “You’re welcome.” He walks over to you and starts nudging you to leave. “No word from you in over a week. I don't know what else you expected me to do.” You sigh, feeling the guilt starting to come back. You let him herd you out of the room and then out of the building. 

You walk over to the car and open the trunk. Throwing your weapons inside before looking for a jug of water. You look at Ketch, “I’m sorry.” He makes a face before trying to look serious, “You damn well better be.” Ketch tried to sound mad or at least annoyed but you could tell he wasn't. He seemed relieved that he had found you. You pour some water on your hands washing them off. It gets most of the blood off. Next, you dump the water over your head. You wince as the water ends up running right over your shoulder. Trying to clean some of the blood off your face. Ketch grabs a towel out of the trunk and he starts wiping off your face. You blush and try to push him away. Grabbing at the towel so you can do it yourself. Ketch doesn't let you, “Enough.” He pushes your hands away. You huff and let him. Even though you found it embarrassing, it allowed you to conserve energy. He already had to come rescue you and now he was taking care of you. You weakly protest by constantly huffing and shifting around. Ketch chuckles, “Ah, there we are.” You glare at him. Ketch continues, “You're acting more sprightly already. Like your usual self.” You roll your eyes, “Are you gonna keep being an ass?” Ketch finishes getting as much blood off your face as he can. “Of course.” Even though you missed this banter, you groaned to try to act like you didn't. Ketch tosses the ruined towel into the trunk, “Clearly there is something wrong with your shoulder.” He gently pulls up the collar of your shirt to get a look at your wound. “I don't know if the rest of that blood is all ghoul though… So I’ll be checking you for additional wounds back at the hotel.” Ketch finds another clean towel in the trunk and pushes it onto your shoulder. You try to hold in the pain but a whimper escapes you. Ketch gets another worried look on his face, “Hold this.” You hold the towel in place with your other hand. Ketch lets go of your shirt, letting his eyes inspect you to look for more injuries. You shake your head, “I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.” Ketch looks at you, “I never stated you were. But when you disappear and almost get yourself killed. I have to take some initiative to make sure you stay alive.” You knew this was your fault and you could feel a sense of shame creeping over you. So you cross your arms and look away in an attempt to hide your emotions. Ketch sighs, “Why were you ignoring my calls?” You shift around a bit, “Not now Arthur, please.” You wanted to avoid this conversation still. You knew you'd have to have it eventually but you would rather it be when you were less tired and emotional. Ketch narrows his eyes at you, “You can't just use my forename and get away with whatever you please.” You chuckle walking around to the driver's side of the car. You shrug feigning innocence, “It's worked pretty well for me so far.” Ketch shakes his head, “That it has.” He walks over to you and moves you away from the driver side, “You can barely drive normally. No way in hell am I risking you driving right now.” You try to open the door anyway, “I’ll be fine. Plus you have some sort of vehicle that got you here.” Ketch keeps the door shut, “My motorcycle. I can come back for it in the morning.” You try to protest. Ketch speaks before you can, “Don't make me forcibly put you in the passenger seat.” You huff, “You can't-” Ketch smirks and interrupts you, “‘It's worked pretty well for me so far.’" He uses your own words against you. You glare at him, “Fine.” You give in and walk over to the passenger side before getting into the car.

The drive with Ketch was abnormally quiet. You didn't like how silent it was but you couldn't bring yourself to talk about anything. Your mind felt a bit foggy and you found yourself just staring out the window absentmindedly. Even when the car stopped you didn't register it until Ketch nudged you, pulling you back into reality. You got out of the car and moved back to the trunk. Ketch tries to grab your bags for you. You stubbornly stop him. Removing pressure from your shoulder to grab your bag. Ketch narrowed his eyes at you, clearly annoyed but he doesn't fight with you about it. You look up to see you were at a hotel in town. Ketch leads you up to one of the rooms, “I only got one but I can fetch an adjoining, room if you don't want me to stay here with you.” You walk into the room, already peeling off your disgusting clothes. You look over to Ketch, “No, you can stay.” You gingerly try and take off your shirt, wincing the whole time. When you remove the towel you inspect it. The once lighter colored fabric is now almost completely stained bright red. Only tiny spots remain to show what the original color used to be. You drop the soiled cloth onto your pile of clothes. Ketch keeps an eye on you, “Good. I wasn't actually planning on leaving you to your own devices.” He starts moving around pulling out a few things. Once you're completely naked you go into the bathroom and start showering. 

You start scrubbing the grim off. Then you focus on trying to clean your shoulder as much as you handle. A sharp pain started coming from your shoulder and it caused your head to start to spin. You feel your legs get a bit shaky. That's when you know you have to sit down before you collapse. You hold onto the side of the tub with your good arm, slowly lowering yourself to the ground. Once seated you let the water pelt you. A few minutes after you sat down the curtain is suddenly pulled open. You hiss and cover yourself, “What the fuck Ketch?” Ketch looks down at you, unamused. “I’ve been inside you, love. Seems quite pointless to hide your body from me at this point.” Ketch was still fully dressed in his tactical gear. He had a med-kit in his hands and a chair was set up behind him. You growl trying to pull the curtain shut again, “This is different. And extremely humiliating for me. You already had to save me and-” Ketch rolls his eyes and interrupts you, “-Ohh, do shut up.” He sounded more impatient than upset. It wasn't the being naked part that was the issue. Hell, you didn't care about being naked in front of Ketch before you slept with him. It was because of how this whole situation made you feel almost like a burden and vulnerable. If your recent mistake and current state was annoying Ketch, he showed no sign of it. That made you feel better and helped you relax a bit. You glare at him but stop protesting. Ketch sits down on a chair he brought in, “Do you have to be so damn stubborn?” All you respond with is an annoyed nod. Ketch sighs, “I'm worried you might be a tad in shock. So let me sit here and make sure you don't die.” You huff, “I’m perfectly fine.” Ketch leans back in his chair, “Yes, The chunk missing from your shoulder and you sitting in the bath make that quite believable.” You grumble and bring your knees up to your chest. Laying your good arm on top of your legs before resting your chin on your forearm. The water was still coming out red but you didn't have the energy to do much of anything at the moment. Surprisingly Ketch didn't say anything else. So with Ketch keeping an eye on you, you just closed your eyes wanting to rest a minute. 

The water turned cold as you rested in the tub. You let out a whine and reach to turn the water onto a warmer setting. You glanced over at Ketch who seemed to be reading a magazine until you had made a noise. Now he was watching you. Ketch puts his reading to the side. “What a pathetic looking thing you are.” You turn to look away from him, “I am fine.” You hear Ketch moving as he speaks, “As you keep saying.” You sigh, “I only keep saying it because you aren't listening.” Next thing you know Ketch’s hands are on you. Ketch speaks as he moves his hands to your back, “You have yet to prove it to me.” You tense up for a second, looking back at him. Ketch had rolled up his sleeves and was busy looking at the stitches on your back from over a week ago. You relax and watch him. It was interesting seeing Ketch like this. On top of so many questionable things, you had seen him torture monsters and he enjoyed it. But he always seemed to soften up around you. After he is satisfied with the condition of your stitches. He moves onto the main concern, your shoulder. Ketch tries to be as gentle as possible but he also was trying to fully investigate the damage. You manage to contain your pain until a whine finally slips out. Ketch study’s your face, “Sorry, love.” You just nod, knowing he didn't mean to hurt you. That was another thing you had noticed. Ketch may have enjoyed hurting others. But hurting you, even accidentally, made him uneasy. Ketch doesn't seem pleased with the state of your shoulder but he stops messing with it for now. Ketch inspects as much of you as he can, checking for any other injuries. 

When he finishes he looks at you. Ketch teases, trying to lighten the mood. “Do they not teach you how to bathe in the states?” You chuckle, “Probably not to your high standards.” You shrug jokingly, “Guess you'll just have to show me.” Ketch chuckles as he grabs some soap, “Indeed.” You assumed he was going to hand it to you. Instead, he puts some soap on his hands and starts to clean you up. You blush brightly, unsure of how to react. You didn't expect him to respond like this. Watching him you finally ask the question, “Why are you so nice to me?” Ketch freezes for a second. His eyes flick up to look into yours. Ketch sighs and goes back to cleaning you, “How to put it...” Ketch thinks for a minute before continuing, “You're the only person who hasn't treated me like I’m... disposable.” Ketch glances at you before avoiding eye contact again. “Kendrick’s made how expendable we all were very clear. No matter what questionable actions you’ve seen me commit, you have never treated me as replaceable.” You let out a hum to show you were listening. Ketch using this as a chance to check you for wounds. You move when needed so Ketch can reach different sections of you. You keep watching how kind he is being. Chuckling as you comment, “You're a real romantic deep down aren’t you?” Ketch stands up and grabs the showerhead. He pulls it down to rinse you off. Ketch scoffs, “Perhaps… or I've gone soft.” Ketch guides the water over you. The water finally starts coming off mostly clear. It only seemed to be your fresh blood tinting the water now. You rub the water over your face, making sure you're all cleaned up. Now that you were completely cleaned off you felt much better. Ketch turns off the water before putting the showerhead back. 

You sigh and look up at him, “Thank you for… for everything tonight.” Ketch’s face softens as he looks down at you. He reaches his hand down for you. Ketch masks kindness with snark, “Don’t expect this kind of treatment all the time. I don't want you to become spoilt.” You take his hand and roll your eyes, “There's the asshole I’m partnered with.” You tease him as he helps you out of the tub. You felt tired and you were quickly getting cold. With a smirk on his face Ketch groans, “I will drop you.” Ketch still keeps a firm grasp on you, making sure you're steady on your feet. You laugh, making your way to a towel. “You like me too much.” You wrap the towel around your body, walking out to the main room. Ketch follows you out and teases, “I suppose I do.” Before you can get too far Ketch stops you, “You need stitches... again” You sigh and sit on the bed, “I guess I’m lucky you're good at patching people up.” Ketch brings the med-kit over, standing next to you. Ketch chuckles, “It’s just what I normally do in reverse.” You scrunch up your nose, thinking about it. “I guess it is.” Ketch pulls out the needle and thread. You close your eyes, trying to think of anything else. He starts stitching you up. Even the first stitch was extremely painful. Causing pain to radiate through your shoulder. With each stitch your shoulder throbs. You ball up your fists. Digging your nails into the palms of your hand. You could handle pain. During hunts, you had dealt with much worse but you always had something to distract you. Whether it was fighting or just the adrenaline. You would take that over being stationary while injured. Ketch speaks up as he continues, “You don’t have to hide the fact that this smarts.” You gave up on trying to hide the pain, letting out a low hiss. Ketch tenses up for a second when he hears your pained noise. He starts working a bit quicker, still making sure to do it properly. Your pain turns into a dull throbbing, allowing you to relax a bit. You open your eyes, watching Ketch as he ties off your stitches. Ketch cuts the string, “All finished.” You let out a sigh of relief glad it’s over, “Thanks again.” Ketch hums, putting things away. “You’ve done the same for me.” You stretch as much as you can without hurting yourself. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Seems pretty one-sided lately.” You stand up, keeping your towel wrapped around you. Ketch teases, “Well stop almost getting yourself killed and I’m sure the scales will even out.” You laugh and roll your eyes, “You ruin all the fun,” 

You feel a new wave of exhaustion hit you. Making you decide to ignore changing into pajamas. You yawn and flop onto the bed, still wet and in your towel. Ketch starts taking off his clothes, watching you. You close your eyes, ready to pass out. He walks over to where you're laying on the bed, “Come now, pet. You’ll become ill if you don't put on dry clothes.” You open your eyes, “Pet?” You questioned the new term of endearment. You liked it but Ketch had never used it before. Normally it was ‘love’ but he used that with varying meanings to different people. Not just you. ‘Pet’ on the other hand, you had never heard him use it with anyone. So you wondered what the change in moniker meant. Ketch of course completely ignored your question. He looked down at you, “I didn't save you from being eaten just to have you die from something so mundane.” You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious about him ignoring your question. Ketch rolls his eyes and starts pulling on your towel to get you to move. You grumble, “Yes, Mister Ketch.” You chuckle as you stand up. Ketch grabs your uninjured arm, pulling you close to him. Ketch talks in almost a whisper, “Don't start things you don't have the energy to finish, hmm?” You feel yourself blushing but try to look unaffected. Ketch lets you go, “Clothes then rest.” You're about to at least fakely protest but you're interrupted by a yawn. So you just nod in response. You dig through your bag and find clothes that will work to sleep in. By the time you pull them on and head back to bed, Ketch is already in the shower. You flop down onto the bed again, curling up under the blanket. It doesn't take long for exhaustion to overtake you and fall asleep.

Endnote: I know that the British have different terms for things and I have tried to make sure to keep that as accurate as I can. That being said, I also know that they normally use the term ‘motorbike’ instead of ‘motorcycle’ buttt canonly in ‘War of the Worlds’ Ketch uses ‘motorcycle’ instead of the other term.

Part 1–Part 2–Part 3--Part 4*--Part 5

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Ketch-ing Feelings Part 1

Pairs: Arthur Ketch x Gender-Neutral Reader, Future implied relationship.

Words: 2297

Summary: After working with the British Men of Letters and being partnered with Ketch for a while, you both start to get closer.

Beginning of Ketch-ing Feelings. Part 1*–Part 2—Part 3--Part 4--Part 5

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. I’ve been wanting to write something for Ketch for a while, I may have gotten a bit carried away with this. I am for sure going to write more stuff for Ketch. Who knows my dumb ass might even continue this into something because I am a scrub.

One-Shot based on @coffin-prompts

“Are those your pajamas?”

“Is that an insult to my style? How dare you!”

Warnings: Slight description of a wound and of getting stitches.

Ever since the British Men of Letters had crossed the pond being a hunter had become a bit easier. Well… That was if you agreed to work with them. Their sales pitch wasn’t bad, but most of the hunters were stubborn. You took some convincing but after getting a tour of the facility you were sold. Seemingly they had all the gadgets you could ever dream up. So how could you have said no? You joined for the fun tools, the organized removal of monsters. And if you were being completely honest with yourself for one of the agents you had seen during your tour, Mr. Ketch. Should you have had a crush on him? Definitely not, he was well known for being a psychopath but you weren’t exactly looking to settle down. You wanted to have a bit of fun. It wasn’t long after you joined that you got partnered with Ketch. Which was a compliment, he wouldn’t have tolerated you if you were bad at what you did plus because of how picky the man was. Only wanting the finest things. You would call him spoiled but you had taken advantage of your new employer as well. The BMoL seemed to be more than willing to cough up the cash as long as you did your job. You and Ketch worked well together which made hunting much easier than it had been before.

You exited the BMoL’s American base before slipping into the passenger side of the car. Ketch got into the driver’s side. Ketch looks over to you while he starts the car, “Why must I be the one who always drives?” You chuckle, “Because you're my little British chauffeur.” Wanting to push his buttons you even gave his cheek a pinch to add emphasis to the joke. He growled at you, causing you to snicker. You were always curious about how far Ketch would let you push him. Ketch already lets you get away with more than anyone else. You leaned back, “Plus you know the first and last time I drove you complained the whole time. This is your punishment for being a whiner.” Ketch scoffs and rolls his eyes, “You almost wrecked the car.” You scrunch your nose at him, “Excuse you?” You can see Ketch is enjoying getting you riled up. You try to control your volume and temper, “We already talked about this... When a ghost we were after possesses the car then it’s not my fault.” Ketch shrugs, “Details, details.” He dismisses your statement. You flip him off and he smirks. You didn't see the problem other people had with him. Sure he could be an ass and come off as a psychopath but that describes most of the hunters you know. Either way, these interactions had been some of the most enjoyable moments you had in awhile. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off for the rest of the drive.

Ketch gave you a soft nudge to wake you up when he parked the car. You got out and grabbed some bags. Using your hand to block the sun from your eyes, you took a moment to look at the hotel Ketch had booked for the next day or so. It was way fancier then you needed it to be. You stepped into the lobby, looking around. You already felt out of place, wearing a baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans. Everyone else was dressed more on the formal side. You looked back to see Ketch walk in, knowing he would fit right in with his usual suit. You walked up to the counter with Ketch. You both stood at the counter waiting. Discreetly you elbowed him in the side. Ketch glared over at you, “What?” You hiss, “Don’t you ‘what’ me, Arthur. You could have said something about needing to dress up.” He blinks at you a few times, looking around. Ketch raises an eyebrow, “I don’t see what the problem is.” Ketch pauses as a hotel worker approaches the desk. Ketch finishes, “You look good in that.” Ketch starts addressing the employee. You stare at him, coming to the conclusion he must be teasing you. You focus back in on the conversation. Right then the receptionist says, “Sorry about the inconvenience. There has been an accident. A pipe broke in one of the rooms you booked so we only have one room.” Ketch nods unfazed, “That’s fine.” Now you were suspicious. You had seen Ketch get annoyed about much smaller inconveniences. Ketch grabbed the hotel key and you both walked to the elevator. You kept an eye on him, running through a list in your head of what could be happening.

The first thing that came to mind was that a monster was involved but you had to figure out which. You and Ketch got onto the elevator and as soon as the doors closed he asked. “What have I done for you to glare at me since before check-in?” You forced a laugh, ignoring his question. You didn’t say anything else, just biding your time until you could dig into your bag. The elevator doors open. Letting Ketch take the lead, following him. As soon as you reached the room Ketch opened the door but stepped back, motioning you through first. Gentlemanly and normal behavior. You went into the room and got into your bag. You pulled out a bottle of holy water and a silver coin. You casually hand the bottle to Ketch, who has no problem drinking it. Ketch goes to change into his tactical outfit. Which you had to admit Ketch looked just as good in as he did his suits. Ketch sits down and you go about getting ready for the hunt, still keeping an eye on him. Once Ketch seems to get distracted by cleaning his weapons you walk over to him. You speak up, “You dropped this earlier.” You hand him a blank piece of paper, just to get a chance to touch the coin to his skin. Without looking up at you Ketch grabs your wrist with one hand, causing you to drop the coin. Ketch grabs the piece of silver midair with his free hand before looking at it. You try to pull your arm away from him but Ketch doesn’t let up. He sighs, flipping the silver over in his hand. “Why are you testing to see if I’m possessed or a shapeshifter?” Ketch finally looks at you. You reply, “You were acting weird.” Ketch laughs, letting go of your wrist. “How so?” You sit on the edge of the bed, “You’re being too calm…” Ketch leans back in his chair before flipping your coin back to you. “I am always calm.” You scoff, snatching your coin. You chuckle, “That’s something people who don’t know you would say.” Ketch glares at you, causing you to roll your eyes. You continue, “You once spent an eight-hour car ride complaining about a hotel lying about having good scotch. You then brought it up every time we went somewhere with a bar for the next month. So this hotel only having one room should have caused you at least some annoyance.” Ketch taps his hand on the table, changing the conversation. “Are you ready or will I be waiting for you like always.” You get up and grab your things, making sure to pack everything you’ll need. “I’m not letting you avoid that conversation. You’re stuck in the same hotel room as me.” You shrug and pick up your bag. Ketch opens the door for you, “Something I might come to regret.”

The vampire nest had been overrun. Either the intel was that old. Or they caught wind that hunters were coming. And started turning extra people last minute. It took you both a while to clear it out. Even in the face of unknown odds both you and Ketch flowed well together throughout the fight. By the time it was over you were covered in blood and your body was sore. You wanted to shower. You pulled out a black trash bag. Starting to peel off your blood-soaked clothes, throwing them into the bag. You dig into the trunk to find a spare change of clothes. Right as you finish putting it on Ketch walks out and sees you. He chuckles, “I have told you to get better hunting gear.” Ketch motions to his clothes. You whine, “I tried… it’s too tight and I feel like I can't breathe when I wear it.” You open the car door and take your seat. Ketch gets in, “I don’t think you really tried.” You grumble, leaning your head against the window. “I’m not a uniform kind of person.” Ketch laughs as he starts driving away, “That you are not.”

Finally making it back to the hotel room, Ketch lets you in first. Right as you're about to go shower Ketch stops you. He lifts up the back of your shirt, “I thought you took all your bloody clothes off.” You turn to push at him, “I did. What are you doing?” He ignores your attempts to get him away. Ketch frowns, “I’ll need to stitch it up.” Ketch walks to grab something. You twist in front of the mirror trying to see it. The adrenaline that was masking the pain started to wear off. You wince but force a smile, “Pour some alcohol on it and it will be fine. I want to shower.” Ketch walks back to you with an overly organized med-kit. He rolls his eyes, “Why must all you American hunters act like barbarians?” You keep heading to the bathroom, “Why are all you brits walking around with sticks up your ass's?” Ketch stands by the bed, waiting. He gets impatient, “Don’t make me come pick you up and drag you to this bed.” You chuckle. Mumbling to yourself, “That got kinky real fast.” Ketch narrows his eyes like he heard you, but even if he did you were too tired to care. You walk over to the bed and flop onto your stomach. You turn to the side so you can watch part of what Ketch is doing. He pulls up your shirt, cleaning off your skin. You watch him work, “I’m your favorite barbarian though, just admit it.” Ketch smirks, “Indeed.” When you see the needle and thread come out you take a deep breath. You close your eyes so you don’t know when it’s coming. The first stitch gets put in and you manage to stop yourself from making any noise. Luckily Ketch was good at patching people up, he just didn’t do it often. Ketch gets ready to do the second stitch. You quietly speak, “You’re my favorite stuck up Brit.” He hesitates for a second and you open your eyes to look at him. By the time you do, however, he is already focusing back on the task in front of him. One by one the stitches get put in until finally, Ketch is tying the thread off. You let out a sigh, getting up when he is finished. You go to the mirror and look at it, “Thank you, Ketch.” Ketch moves past you to wash your blood off his hands. He smirks, “You brought up kinky earlier… so wouldn’t that be Mr.Ketch to you.” You chuckle, “You would love that wouldn't you, Arthur.” Ketch narrows his eyes at you once again before leaving the bathroom so you can shower.

This shower was just what you needed. Having finished scrubbing the grime off yourself you decided to get out of the shower. Drying yourself off before pulling on some clothes. You hadn’t exactly planned on sharing a room so all you brought to sleep in was a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. Admittedly you could put on a pair of jeans but that would be both weird and uncomfortable to sleep in. Once you were finished you opened the bathroom door and walked out. Ketch was filling out some paperwork and had procured a bottle of scotch from somewhere. Ketch poured himself a glass with another waiting for you on the table. You walked over and took a drink. Ketch kept working as he asked, “Better?” You let a content hum out in response as you sat down and kept drinking. When Ketch finally looked at you he smirked, “Are those your pyjamas?” You make an offended noise, retorting “Is that an insult to my style? How dare you!” Ketch shrugs, leaning back in his chair. His eyes still looking you over, “A bit basic, if you ask me.” You finish off your glass, before laughing. “No one asked you.” You roll your eyes, adding. “Plus not everyone wants to sleep in silk pajamas lined with gold or whatever you fancy people wear.” Ketch chuckles before standing up, getting ready for a shower himself. Right before Ketch entered the bathroom, he turned and looked at you. “Whoever said I wear anything to bed?” Your eyes go wide. Trying to gauge whether this was still teasing or if he was being serious. Ketch turns away from you before casually adding, “We either sleep together or we don’t. The decision is yours. ” With that Ketch closed the door behind him and you heard the water turn on. You glanced over at the bed, weighing your options. Biting at your lip, you pour yourself another glass of scotch before drinking it all in one go. Your original plan was to just have fun with Ketch. But thinking about it you realized Ketch had some actual feelings towards you. You stood up, cursing “Fuck me.” Sitting on the bed you admitted to yourself that you were catching feelings for him too.

Part 1*–Part 2–Part 3--Part 4--Part 5

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