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[bbyblumarine]

Both Tangerine and Sergei could have me however they want and I just needed to say that to somebody SJDBDH anyways how’s ur day going?💀

The concept of taking it in turns with them……. Girl don’t get me excited 🤭🤭 and my day’s going stressful but we stay surviving!!! Thank you so much for asking my sweet, wishing you the best day my lil cherub :***

[bbyblumarine]

ᝰ.ᐟ TETHER

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆ tangerine x reader. ( bullet train). ~650 words.

❚ ❙ ❘ fluff. comfort. angsty-ish. yes, more tangerine. established relationship.

: ̗̀➛ He’s all sharp lines and danger, and you should know better. But something in you still aches when he’s near.

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You didn’t mean to wait up for him.

You told yourself it was habit, told yourself the light above the stove was for your own sake — but there you were, leaning against the counter with your arms folded, heart pacing quietly in your chest as the lock finally turned and the door creaked open with the low groan of a man who’d been through more than he wanted to explain.

Tangerine stepped inside like a man used to dark thresholds, his hand still brushing the inside of his jacket where the weight of a weapon sat snug against his ribs. He was silent for a beat, eyes flicking toward you with a sharpness that softened almost imperceptibly when he saw your face — tired, a little frustrated, but still waiting.

“Didn’t expect you to be awake,” he said, voice low, accent curling around the words like smoke. He shrugged off his coat and laid it over the back of the chair like he lived here. Like he had every right to.

You raised an eyebrow, arms still folded. “Didn’t expect you to disappear for three days either.”

He gave you that look — the one that walked the tightrope between guilt and defensiveness, the one that said this is who I am, as if that excused the way he vanished without explanation. And maybe it did, because even though you hated the silence, even though it left your mind racing through worst-case scenarios and half-formed headlines, you were still here. Still watching him from across the kitchen like the worst of your anger had already burned itself out.

“You know what I do,” he said finally, pulling a chair back and lowering himself into it with a wince. He wasn’t limping, not exactly, but he moved like his body had taken a beating. You wanted to ask — but didn’t.

“That’s not the same as knowing where you are.”

He dragged a hand over his face, leaning back, neck tilting toward the ceiling like he could stretch the tension from his spine. “Didn’t mean to worry you, love.” His voice was quieter this time. Sincere.

You hated how much that mattered.

He looked up again, and for a moment, there was something unguarded in the way his eyes settled on you — not just tired or bruised, but tethered. Like some part of him was only just remembering why he came back at all.

“You should go to bed,” he murmured. “You’ve got that look. The one that says you didn’t sleep.”

“I didn’t,” you admitted. “Not until I heard your shoes.”

Something flickered behind his eyes — some kind of ache, or guilt, or whatever approximation of love a man like him could manage. He stood slowly, closing the distance between you with that same quiet confidence he always carried, and rested one hand on the counter beside you, fingers brushing yours.

“You waitin’ up like this,” he said softly, “it’s dangerous. Makes a bloke think you care.”

You didn’t smile, but you didn’t pull away either. “I do care,” you said, and the words landed heavy between you.

He looked at you for a long time.

When he finally moved, it was careful — as if he wasn’t sure whether you’d let him — and his fingers trailed up your arm before settling on your cheek, rough and warm and steady. His thumb brushed just beneath your eye.

“I don’t deserve that,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“No,” you agreed, letting your hand curl around his wrist. “But I’m giving it to you anyway.”

He kissed you like he was still figuring out how — like it had been a long few days and you were the only thing that hadn’t gone wrong. And when his arms finally wrapped around you and your body pressed into his, all you could think was that you were already too far gone to stop now.

[bbyblumarine]

Hi babes, dunno if you’ve done something like this before but I thought I’d throw it out there anyways. You think you can do a Tangerine x reader smut where they do it raw/rough for the first time and him going absolutely INSANE over how she sounds when he has her like that?

love the idea very very much. thanks for requesting💌

RAW. 18+

tangerine x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 819 WARNINGS. 18+ only! raw pinv sex, general filth. mdni

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Tonight you were feeling slightly audacious, maybe a little bold and daring. Perhaps it was something in the wine at dinner, or the sight of Tangerine rocking above you. Maybe it was the latter. Yeah, it was probably the latter. 

You lie on the bed beneath your lover, the backs of your knees hooked around his forearms, your hands clasped tight to the back of his neck. The drive of his cock into you is slow and calculated, each wind of his hips coming from a place of purpose. You can feel him reach deep inside you, dick practically nudging into your stomach from the position he has you in. 

Though, you wanted more. You weren’t quite sure how you would even achieve that, there wasn’t much that could be done to top this. But you did have one idea — an idea curated from your tipsy, lustful mind.

You move a hand from its placement on the back of his neck and push away a curl that’s fallen from its usual framing placement. You hold the strand between your palm and his cheek as you cup his face, bringing him in for a kiss. And another one, and another one. 

“Stop a second,” you whisper between the close distance, meeting his worried eyes with assuring ones of your own. “Just one second.”

“You alright?” he pulls back to look at you fully and immediately ceases movement. He peels himself from you and disconnects your limbs around him, keeping the head of his cock wedged inside as he now sits on his heels between your thighs.

“Yeah,” you nod, the motion honest.

You reach between yourselves. You guide a slow creeping hand down your stomach and between your thighs. Upon understanding your ask for a break didn’t stem from discomfort or anything of the sort, he observes you keenly, eager eyes watching your travelling fingers hover and linger above your cunt. 

Your hand lowers and you wrap yourself around the base of his dick, movement slow as you slide him out from you. His confused eyes narrow as he watches it all play out from his slight height advantage, and his brows furrow questioningly.

“What are—”

You shush him before he even has a chance to finish his question. 

Keeping your eyes fixed on Tangerine above, you clumsily toy with his cock as you blindly locate the nib of rubber at his tip. You tug on the condom slowly and drag it down the length of his dick, removing the slimy protective layer. Despite his flickering gaze between your cunt and your face, you keep your eyes on him, watching his mind practically blow in real time. You give him a soft nod when he silently questions you — a wordless glance doing the speaking for him. Quite like he was asking if you were sure, or if this was a smart idea. 

Yes you were sure, and no this perhaps wasn’t a smart idea. Probably not a good one at all. 

Once the condom was discarded, you wrap your hand back around his cock and ease him in closer, bumping his head against your pussy as you line him up with you. He can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the sight, from the way you handle him with so much certainty — how you are literally taking what you want, and he’s just so happily letting you. 

When he feels his head slot into that little dip, he fucks himself through your hand to get back into the snug embrace of your cunt. He probably should've savoured it, maybe even make the moment last longer. But between the lewd display you just teased him with, and the newfound feeling of you, he wasn’t sure he would last long.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, features scrunching from the foreign feeling of his unprotected cock. “Oh my god,” you whine, needy grabby hands reaching for him, eager to get him back on top of you.

Tangerine lowers and rests on his forearms either side of you, hovering atop. “You, my love,” he presses a kiss just under your jaw, the action making your head tilt back further into the pillow “Feel fucking divine.”

It was the first time going raw with him, and now you’ve had a taste for the real feel of him, you weren’t sure if there was any going back. The rhythm of his hips gradually increases, leisure systematic movement returning to what it was just before. But this time is a whole load different, he can feel all of you, while you can feel all of him. Every vein grazing along every ridge. 

You sound different too. It was bordering on pornographic, and he couldn’t figure out whether it sounded fake now, or before. Though obviously it was neither. It was all real, every blubbering, airy, strained sound was just as authentic then as it is now. 

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gave up editing. my brother was screaming and shouting playing computer games and I ended up throwing in the towel, oops

[bbyblumarine]

Curious to see what the audience wants hehe

[bbyblumarine]

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF.”

Summary: You think Tangerine’s easy bait; he shows you very explicitly how he’s not.

18+, SEXUAL REFERENCES GALORE!!! but no actual smut because I’m a frigid fool and I live for the chase >.<

Tangerine, Tangerine, Tangerine. Fucking weird name, for a fucking weird bloke.

You were absently swirling your straw around in your glass of cider—bought by this odd man Tangerine—as he was talking, waving his hands about in expression. His hands, Christ, his hands. Adorned with prestige rings, matching the expensive attitude of his attire - not a single scratch on them. Gold chain bracelet dangling comfortably off his wrist, glistening in the warm lighting. Bulging veins stretching and squeezing its way out of his tanned skin, a delightful show of his dominance.

Stop it, stop looking at his hands.

Pay attention to what he’s saying.

Honestly, you were just looking for a quick fix tonight. Life is shit, why not flirt with the sexy man at the bar? You were surprised when he actually caved in, and honestly he looked surprised at himself. He held an air of non-committal ambiguity, a guarded atmosphere so far from your own. Now, however, the more that he spoke, the more that he seemed to blossom open.

It’s not like he was talking at you either. You’d had enough of men talking just for people to hear, but this Tangerine—he held enough pause to ask you questions about yourself with deep intrigue, clearly asking out of genuine curiosity and not simple etiquette. When you spoke, his eyes captured yours without faltering, like he didn’t dare miss a second of your appearance. It was quite intense - you weren’t used to feeling so seen.

“Fuck me, darlin’, have I finally started to bore you?” Tangerine chuckled, leaning back as you scattered to compose yourself, breaking loose from your daze.

“No, not at all! I was just… daydreaming, I suppose,” you giggled, cheeks flushing rose at your embarrassment of being caught out.

You were expecting him to respond straightaway, but he sat in silence for a beat, eyes drinking you up. There, right there: he makes you feel so observed, like he’s seeing past through any facade, like he has the power to do that.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought with dread, there’s no way I’m falling for this man right now.

You shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, just for something to do. His eyes, without pause, followed your fingers to wherever they went. This silence, it was charged with something deadly; whatever upper hand you felt you were gaining was quickly slipping away.

You panicked, fearing the feeling of being helpless and submitting.

Surprise him.

“What are you doing tonight?” The words rushed out of your mouth with dazzling confidence, fooling even yourself with this bravado.

Tangerine finally looked away from you, his eyebrows scrunched up ever so slightly in show of some internal fight spiralling in his mind. A deep inhale, so subtle you almost missed it.

He looked back up to you.

“Nothing that can’t be rescheduled,” he replied huskily, voice rich with a governing lilt and implication.

You smiled, fear swirling with lust up and down your body.

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And so it came to be, you and Tangerine, entering a hotel room that he locked quietly behind you. Shyness was slowly consuming you, which was strange because you usually operated with such superfluous energy.

“I’m just gonna go to the loo,” Tangerine said while shrugging off his Burberry jacket, lightly throwing it on the bed, “I’ll be back.”

With a cheeky wink, he shut the door behind him, leaving you a wobbly mess.

You were finally starting to process that this 6 foot Greek god of a man actually wanted to be with you - in you, even - for the night. Your heart was a fluttering wreck, and you found yourself tugging at your skirt, feeling that familiar sweet dampening take over in your underwear.

You glanced at his coat. It’s a very expensive coat.

Fuck it.

You scrambled through his pockets, searching for his wallet. He’s got money, and, shit—you could do with a new vacuum. Hurrying once you hear the toilet flush, you pull out the most particular object: is that a knuckle duster? You’d seen kids on the street messing around with them when you were younger, but never knew anyone dangerous enough to carry them these days. Still in search of his wallet, you find it in his next pocket, along with the biggest surprise of the evening: a gun.

“You see, darlin’. That’s why you don’t go through people’s belongings - you might not like what you find,” his low voice remarked from behind you. Before you had time to react, he’d snatched the gun from your hands, spinning you round to face him before pinning you down on the bed, his knee nudged firmly in the crevice between your two legs. Despite the instant fight or flight reaction, you still felt the heat pooling down to between your thighs, body torn between self defence and pure ecstasy.

This high you were riding had you plucking up the courage to miraculously bestow your fiesty attitude.

“Oh yeah, tough guy,” you breathed out, your lips so close to his that you could tell he was inhaling all that you were exhaling, “you think you scare me?”

His hand slowly encroached its way up to cup your throat, soft enough to not cause harm, but firm enough to know he wasn’t letting go anytime soon. Lighting a fire within you, he lowered his lips to just above your ear.

“Trust me, sweet. You don’t know what I’m capable of,” and with that, his lips finally made contact with your neck, fierce little nips being dotted across your collarbone sending sparks of electricity down your spine. You couldn’t help from arching your back, your pelvis brushing against his bulge that was straining out of him. This only egged him on, as his kisses caught his way to your mouth, suddenly becoming soft and tender. You could still feel his gun leaning against your arm, and his wallet remained clasped in your palm - the one thing he didn’t remove from you. This was insane, this was wrong.

And you were going to do absolutely nothing to stop this from happening.

-

The next morning, you left with his wallet still in your hand, his number in your phone, and your life in his hands.

Fuck it—you could buy a new apartment as well.

[bbyblumarine]

Sergei Meets His Mate pt 4 (SPICY - explicit, 18+ only)

Summary: Sergei officially claims you as his mate (Female MC is also paranormal)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

The next time I woke up, I was still laying on the couch in the same position Sergei had left me in. Except once again the weight that had been beside me when I fell asleep was gone. My skin was slick with sweat again, the fever rising. I sat up slowly letting the cool sheets slide off my overheated skin. On the coffee table beside me was water, a folded towel, and a jar of something herbal all neatly arranged. For once in my life I felt… cared for. But Sergei was gone. 

Panic flared before logic caught up. I pressed a hand to my burning forehead, my fingers coming back clammy. Cramping low in my stomach reminded me my heat wasn’t over, just slightly calmed. 

Getting up from the oddly comfortable couch took more effort than I wanted to admit. I stood, wrapped the oversized shirt tighter around myself, and padded barefoot through the quiet dome. 

“Sergei?” I called, my voice hoarse. No answer.

The front door creaked open when I pushed it. The cool air was relieving to the sweat clinging to the back of my neck. I stepped onto the porch and immediately regretted it.

I barely made it past the threshold of the porch before the pain hit again, sharper this time, twisting low and hot and unbearable. I sank down onto the top step, clutching my knees to my chest, my breath catching in ragged little gasps. 

I wasn’t sure how long I sat with my forehead pressed to my knees before I felt him. 

“Shit.” His voice was behind me, gravel-rough and thick with frustration- not at me, but at himself.

A second later, his arms were around me. 

“I was just checking on Athena,” he said, crouching beside me. 

“I’m sorry -” I started, but he silenced me with a look. 

He scooped me up without waiting for permission. “You shouldn’t have gotten up,” he murmured, voice dropping as his lips brushed the side of my temple. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” I sighed, melting against him. My head dropped against his shoulder as he carried me inside again, effortlessly. “It only hurts when you’re gone,” I admitted quietly, the words slipping out before I could think better of them.

His arms tightened around me like a promise. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He walked past the nest on the couch and into the bedroom where he laid me down gently in the middle of the bed. Before he could pull away I reached for him, fisting the front of his shirt and pulling him down with me.

He fell beside me onto the bed with a small laugh. His hand stroked down the length of my body innocently but his touch was electrifying and soothing me all at once. 

“I thought being manhandled by one predator was bad, but two? Might just be the thing that kills me.”

“Are you complaining?” I curled into him instinctively.

“Not one bit,” he said without hesitation, the warmth in his eyes knocking the breath from my lungs.

I smiled up at him, enjoying the way his lips curled as he mirrored my action. His curly hair fell over his eyes slightly and he had a very faint scar under his right cheek that would only be noticeable so close.

“You’re so pretty,” I cooed. A low rumble came from his chest, before a deep laugh sounded through the room surprising me. 

“I think I’m the one that’s supposed to be saying that to you.” He was fully grinning at me now and I scared myself in the moment thinking of how far I’d be willing to go to keep that smile on there. It was radiant, beautiful. 

I traced a hand down his face and he grabbed my wrist, placing a feather soft kiss on the inside. The feel of his lips against my skin made my center throb. 

“Boys can be pretty.” This time he scowled at me though it was obviously playful.

“I am not pretty, I am a predator.” He grumbled as he peppered kisses all up my arm. 

“You’re harmless.” I teased. I knew that wasn’t true, I had witnessed it myself. But I also knew, instinctively, without a doubt, he would never harm me. 

He grunted, fingers wrapping softly around my throat. He tilted my head to meet his eyes, heat smoldering behind that lazy, wolfish grin.

“Say that again, detka, and I’ll show you how dangerous I can be.”

I lifted a challenging eyebrow. “Do your worst.”

His mouth was on mine before I could respond, his kiss deep and possessive, tongue sliding against mine like he was starving for it. My body arched into him, heat flaring again sharp and consuming, but it didn’t scare me this time. Because he was there.  

He pulled away from my mouth far too soon, only to tug the hem of the shirt I wore over my head and toss it aside without a second thought. Thankfully, his lips returned to me just as quickly—trailing a path of kisses down my throat, slow and deliberate, until he reached my bare breasts. 

I buckled against him when he took my right breast into his mouth, massaging the left one with a warm hand, his thumb rhythmically flicking my nipple. When he was satisfied with his devotion to the right one, he switched to the left. 

I was practically panting by the time he pulled away. He towered over me, running his eyes over my body like it was one of the greatest wonders of the world. “So,” kiss “fucking” kiss “sexy.”

My legs shook in anticipation as his fingers slid into my panties. I didn’t just want relief this time, I wanted it all. I wanted him. So much it hurt. My center was throbbing a burning fire it was almost painful. He was the only remedy I wanted.

“Take me,” I whispered between kisses to his throat, his jaw, any skin I could reach.

He hesitated. “No, little lion,” he said, voice ragged with restraint. “You know once it's formed, there’s no undoing it. This is just your heat talking.”

He was trying to protect me. I knew that. The bond formed from a lioness’s heat was primal, permanent, not something taken lightly. But I knew what I wanted. I knew what I felt. 

“I’m not confused,” I said, grounding myself in his gaze. “You called me yours. I feel it. I want it.”

His hands started to drift lower, tracing the curve of my thighs with reverent precision, but I stopped him with a gentle pull.

“Let me relieve you,” He started to work his way back down between my thighs, but I stopped him. 

“I want you, Sergei,” I whispered, guiding him back up until we were eye to eye. “Not just relief. I want all of it.”

I watched his eyes shift in color, from the beautiful blue to a golden yellow like embers in a fire. “Please, Sergei. I need you to take me.”

This time when he kissed me, it was different. Slower. Worshipful. With an aching tenderness it nearly undid me.

I tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere behind me. My hands traced the lines of his chest, the hard muscles beneath scars and sun-warmed skin. Beautiful. Wild. Mine.

He kissed down my neck, hovering just above the place where the ache pulsed strongest. 

“You’re killing me,” I panted.

He chuckled against my throat, though his voice was tight. “So impatient, my lioness.”

His kisses turned reverent, placed exactly where I needed them, each one more maddening than the last. He worked fast to get rid of the rest of the clothes in both our ways. 

He brushed his thumb against my clit and I bucked under him with a gasp. “Sergei,” I called his name like a plea. 

“I love the way you say my name.” He growled, stroking himself at my entrance. He hesitated like he wasn’t sure I really wanted this so I adjusted myself against him and closed the remaining gap between our bodies. 

A gasped as his length slid inside me, stretching me deliciously to accommodate for his size. Sergei tightened his arms around me, shifting his hips for a comfortable position. 

“Okay?” He asked in a low rumble. A simple nod of the head was all it took to kick him into action. Sergei slowly pulled out and then slid back in, easily falling into rhythm. The world around me exploded in absolute pleasure, electric and healing. My moans mixed in with his grunts were the perfect almost perfectly, each of us lost to the pleasure of our bodies. 

I was feeling the build up of an impending orgasm when Sergei slowed in his movements. 

I made a noise of complaint, but I could feel his body tense. 

“I-fuck-I need to stop,” he rasped. “I can’t-” He flexed his jaw like he was trying to relieve pressure and I caught a glimpse of canines lengthening. Holy shit. I had never seen it happen in person. I had never triggered the mating response in my previous lovers. It confirmed what I already knew.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m so close.”

A look of pain twisted his features.  “I can’t control it. If I don’t stop I am going to bite you.” He was still moving against me in an agonizingly soft rhythm.

“Then do it,” I said before I could second-guess it.

His eyes snapped to mine.

“I want this. There’s no going back now.” I fisted a handful of his curls, lowering his head against my throat.

He hovered there, canines brushing dangerously against my skin as he gritted his jaw and pulled back with a strangled growl. “You’re sure.”

I nodded. 

The last of his control snapped. His mouth returned to my neck and then- he bit.

Pleasure laced with pain radiated as his teeth sank into the soft flesh between shoulder and throat. I cried out, my body arching into his as the bond took root, fast and fierce and permanent.

The orgasm that followed was blinding, ripping through me like a wildfire I couldn’t contain. He held me through every second of it, pressed against me like a second skin.

“Mine.” he whispered, voice raw with awe. 

And I didn’t want to be anything else.

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Sergei Meets His Mate pt 3 (SPICY)

Summary: Something weird starts happening after spending the night in Sergei’s Dome (Female MC is also paranormal)

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

The soft glow of sunshine peeking in through a tinted glass ceiling woke me up the next morning. I was laying in the middle of a massive bed with the most comfortable sheets I’d ever lay on, bundled in a warm cocoon of blankets. I looked around, noticing I was no longer in the living room I had fallen asleep in, instead alone in a warmly decorated bedroom that had Sergei’s scent everywhere. I stood, thankful to not feel the ache of sore muscles or the pull of  hurt skin. 

I could vaguely hear Sergei moving around downstairs, the faint scent of pancakes in the air. I used the small restroom before making my way down the stairs. Sergei was standing over the small kitchen, flipping pancakes. I couldn’t  help but stare the way his muscles moved, entranced by the outline of his body. His curls fell over the expanse of his shoulders, the ends coming up on his back. 

“I can feel you staring.” He called out, not turning his attention to me. Heat crept up my cheeks and I slowly descended the stairs, a little embarrassed. 

“Morning,” I greeted quietly as I joined him in the kitchen. I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly as I took a seat on the small table. “Thank you for taking me up to the bed, you didn’t have to do that.”

A small pulse throbbed in the back of my head, indicating an incoming headache. I ignored it, choosing to focus on the little small smile that was splayed on his lips. 

“I had to wait till you fell asleep, I was scared you were going to bite me if I disobeyed.” He mused. I snorted loudly, amused at the irony of the situation. 

“Thank you,” I smiled back at him as he set the plate in front of me. Another pulse throbbed again in the back of my head, this time stronger and accompanied by a familiar stomach cramp. 

Impossible. I had my heat 2 weeks ago, there was no reason for me to be getting it again. My smile faltered and I looked away before he could see it. If he noticed, he didn’t comment. Instead, he served himself his own plate and sat down across from me. 

He was only sitting at the table with me for 30 seconds before he abruptly got up and moved across the room to sit in the living room. I watched him with curious eyes, feeling the shift in mood. The easy energy was slipping into something tenser. I didn’t question why he moved instead, I dug into my plate. 

“This is really good,” I praised with a soft nod. He nodded back but didn’t respond. 

“Thanks for letting me stay.” I added. “I’ll be out of your hair after breakfast.” I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. Sergei didn’t seem like a man who enjoyed the company of others often. 

His only response was a nod. 

Oooookay? 

We didn’t talk much the rest of breakfast. I finished my food quietly and brought my plate to the sink. My head was on fire and felt like it weighed 20 pounds. I leaned forward, pressing my head against the counter, the cool marble soothing my burning skin. 

I needed to get out of here. He couldn’t see me like this. He wouldn’t understand. I gripped the edge of the counter tightly, trying to breathe through the pain between my legs. 

I didn’t stay there for very long, not wanting to look suspicious. I cleaned up the table the best I could, trying to be as quiet as possible. I was heading for the stairs when a new cramp knocked the wind out of me. I took a seat on the couch, trying to catch my breath past the dark spots clouding my vision. 

Sergei immediately stood from his seat on the other end of the sofa and went to sit across the room. I was in too much pain to be insulted about it. I leaned back against the cushion, hoping he wouldn’t notice. If I just managed to grab my things and go out into the woods, I’d figure something out. 

“What’s wrong?” There was a hint of concern laced in his voice. 

“I just… think I’m getting sick.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie. Just not the full truth. Similar symptoms, different reasons.

He didn’t respond immediately and when I looked over at him he was staring at me silently. “You smell…” He trailed off with a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. 

“Bad?”

His gaze dropped to my lips, then slid slowly back to my eyes. “No,” he said, almost like it pained him to admit. “Fucking intoxicating. You didn’t smell like this yesterday.It’s driving me crazy.”

My body was too hot, too sensitive. The more he spoke the worse the heat in my body got. His scent was everywhere,  grounding and maddening at the same time. 

I grimaced, closing my eyes to avoid eye contact with him.  The cramping in my lower stomach was not getting better, in fact I was sweating now. 

He moved toward me like a magnet. His hands were warm when he lifted my legs gently onto the cushions, adjusting a pillow under my knees. Then he disappeared for a beat and returned with a cold, damp towel, placing it across my forehead. The relief made me sigh.

“You’re burning up,” he said softly, brushing a few damp strands from my cheek. The gentleness of it unraveled something in me. “I think you’re going into heat, little lion.”

“I’m not supposed to be in heat for another 3 weeks,” I whispered, eyes fluttering open. 

He sat on the ground beside me while I lay on the couch. His fingers trailed absently along my calf, almost like he didn’t realize he was touching me.

“I’ve heard certain triggers can send lioness into heat.” he said, voice lower now. 

“Like what?”

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze drifted down to where his fingers were tracing smooth circles around my skin. “Different things.” He finally responded vaguely. 

I didn’t have the energy to get annoyed as another cramp rolled through me, knocking the wind out of me. I curled into myself on the couch, whimpering. 

I heard the rustle of his movements seconds before his large body came up behind me. He shifted me so I was facing his chest, using the arm curled around my waist to hold me against his chest. 

I breathed him in, his scent relieving. My nose brushed the hollow of his throat. That was a mistake. Or maybe it wasn’t. He smelled like dark woods and something else that made my whole body ache. I was practically shaking now. 

“I can’t get it under control,” I confessed. “It’s too much. I feel like I’m crawling out of my own skin.”

His lips brushed the crown of my head. “How do you normally ride out your heat?” 

If my body weren’t already burning from the inside out, I might’ve blushed. “I prepare correctly for it and uh- I- relieve myself.”

One of the arms locked around my waist disappeared into my shirt, his palm running up my back. 

“I can help you through it,” he said, voice low, thick with something that made my breath hitch. “If you want me to.”

My eyes fluttered closed, pulse thundering in my ears. His hand didn’t move, he was giving me the space to say no.

But I didn’t want space. I wanted him. I wanted this fire to stop eating me alive. 

“Yes,”

 His reaction was almost immediate. I was on my back in seconds, while he towered over me. The look in his eye was almost lethal.

“Let me take care of you,” he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. Another on my jaw, then my throat. 

I bucked instinctively at the pleasure of his touch. “Please, Sergei.” I nearly begged. 

He muttered something in Russian under his breath but I didn’t have time to ask what it was because he sealed his lips over mine before I could register what was happening. The world exploded in a burst of pleasure. My body took a mind of its own, ditching my senses once again. I folded into him like our bodies were made for each other. His lips were firm, but reverent. He kissed like a man with a purpose, a man on a mission. I moaned against his mouth, the world coming to a complete standstill. Or started spinning even harder. I couldn’t tell. I had forgotten how to breathe, I definitely couldn't focus on the rest of the world or whether it was still standing. 

He pulled away, both staring at each other for a few seconds before he started working his way down my body. 

He enclosed his lips around my breast and the feel of his tongue, swirling and flicking my nipples nearly sent me over the edge. His fingers roamed around my body while his mouth worked on my breasts. His fingers found my center, sneaking past the fabric of my underwear. The tip of his fingers ghosted over my swollen clit and I nearly lost it. He released my breasts with a pop and continued his way down my body in a trail of kisses. His head disappeared between my thighs as he dropped soft kisses on the delicate skin inside them, slow and teasing. 

He looked up at me from between my thighs, those beautiful eyes glowing like molten gold, his mouth inches from where I burned for him. The sight alone made my hips arch toward him involuntarily, like my body knew exactly what it needed even if my brain was still trying to catch up.

“I've wanted you since I saw you in the woods but when I saw you in my shirt last night…” he trailed off with a growl. 

“Sergei,” I gasped, barely able to get his name past the knot in my throat. His touch was driving me insane, I could barely take it anymore. 

“So wet,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. His hands slid beneath my thighs, lifting them gently to drape over his shoulders. “Just let go, котенок (kitten).”

The nickname,  small and soft, contrasted with the way he looked at me like he was barely holding himself together. It sent a wave of heat pulsing through me.

He disappeared between my thighs, his mouth meeting my center reverently. I cried out, my hand flying to his hair when his tongue swirled my clit. He teased my folds with his exploratory mouth, alternating between my clit and my entrance. 

My fingers tangled tighter in his curls as the pressure built behind my ribs and low in my belly. He didn’t pull back, instead deepend his touch, the deliberate circles his tongue were making made my vision blur.

Every sound he drew from me seemed to fuel something in him. The low, satisfied rumble of his growl vibrated through me. He slipped a finger in me to assist his tongue and I nearly came undone right then and there.  

“Fuck,” I gasped, trembling under the weight of it all. “Sergei, I—”

He didn’t stop. He added a second finger instead, kissed me harder, possessive and skilled, until the pressure broke and I came undone in a wave of trembling limbs.

He didn’t pull away until my orgasm had passed. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then another just above my knee, as if to anchor me back to earth.

He looked up at me again, hunger in his eyes still, but something softer too. Fierce and unspoken.

“Mine” he practically growled, so quietly I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it. But I did. And I couldn’t bring myself to argue.

He stayed between my thighs for a moment longer, just breathing against my skin, his lips brushing soft, absentminded kisses along my inner leg like he couldn’t quite pull away yet.

I lay there boneless, my pulse still fluttering like wings beneath my skin. Every inch of me felt sated and overwhelmingñy relieved.

When he finally looked up again, the heat in his eyes had dimmed into something softer. “You okay?” he asked, voice low, gravelly with the edges of restraint.

I nodded, too spent to speak. I ran my hand across his shoulders, guiding his body back to me. He followed willingly, climbing up my body with slow, measured care until he was lying beside me, propped on one elbow. 

He took my mouth in another sweet kiss, savoring my lips. When he pulled away,  his free hand brushed my sweat-damp hair from my face, a small frown pulling at his lips.

“You’re burning up again,” He pressed his palm to my forehead now. “Did that help at all?”

“It did,” I ran a hand down his chest, a satiated smile. “A lot. The come down’s just a little rough. I’ll be okay.”

He didn’t look satisfied with that answer. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple before slipping off the couch.

I blinked up at the ceiling in a daze until I felt something cool press to my forehead. A damp towel. He knelt beside me again, his expression tight with quiet focus as he adjusted it gently against my skin.

“Lift your legs,” he murmured.

I obeyed without question, and he used another towel to clean me up. His hands were strong but careful, his touch gentle. 

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

That shut me up. He stood and returned a moment later with a bottle of water. He held it to my lips until he was satisfied with the amount of water I had drank. 

“You should sleep,” he crawled beside me on the couch, wrapping his arms around me once more. 

“You’re not going to leave?” I whispered, too tired to pretend it wasn’t a loaded question.

His arm tightened around my waist. “I’m not done with you yet, little lion.”

And with the steady sound of his heartbeat in my ear, the scent of him still on my skin, I let myself drift.

PART 4

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⋆˚꩜ BABY BLUE’S Masterlist⋆˚꩜

Hi! My name’s Blue :’) I’m currently on a Tangerine / Kraven binge so those are the characters I’ll mainly be writing for. Feel free to send requests, but no promises on whether I’ll write them or not - always depends on my mood hehe. Enjoy, beautiful people.

KRAVEN THE HUNTER

TANGERINE

CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN

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Updated 5/7/25

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF.”

—You think Tangerine’s easy bait; he shows you very explicitly how he’s not.

SMITTEN!BEST FRIEND TANGERINE

TANGERINE HAS A CRUSH

—Tangerine engages in a game of cat and mouse with you.

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Updated 4/7/25

WHEN KRAVEN DOESN’T HUNT, HE YEARNS

—A small little tale of what it's like to live with a man who won't admit he loves you.

SERGEI HEADCANONS

KRAVEN MUSES ON HIS LOVER

—When Kraven is alone in nature, his mind drifts to the woman who he loves.

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˗ˏˋ SUPERMAN Masterlist ˎˊ˗

Updated 4/7/25

YOU SAVE CLARK KENT

CLARK KENT COMFORTS YOU ON YOUR PERIOD

MY SAVIOUR

—You're Superman's favourite person to save, and he can't seem to understand why that pisses you off so much.

EARLY MORNINGS WITH CLARK

DORKY CLARK KENT

YOU’RE LIKE ME

—Clark Kent's life is the same everyday. But today is a bit different; today he meets you.

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Hunted

Pairing: Kraven x reader Summary: You reminisce on the day you met Kraven and became his, unsure if the memory is sweet or as insane as you remember. Warnings: #PrimalPlay #NonCon #R0ughs3x #Cr3ampie #Br33dingK1nk #Possessive #DarkRomance #Oblivious!reader #Fem!reader #FanFiction #MostlySmut #Soulmates #18+ #etc. 3.5k words Wattpad link Enjoy my babies <3 -------------------------

Sometimes it bothers you that you aren't able to share your 'meet cute' story like other girls. Some meet the love of their lives by touching hands when reaching for the same book in the library, accidentally swapping orders at the coffee shop, hell even swiping right on each other through a dating app is better than your story! Because you—

Well, you were hunted.

The day it happened you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. You felt eyes on you all day long but brushed it off knowing that living in a city with thousands of people could always mean someone is staring at you. But you weren't only being stared at you, you were being stalked. Prey to a predator that you had no idea would show up in perfect blue eyes and a kind smile.

It was at the street corner flower-cart where he had stopped you.

He paused for a moment, ending his phone call as he took in your beauty from a distance once more. He inhaled deeply an entire street away— he could smell you. His senses were out of this world for reasons unknown to you and although surrounded by twenty different types of bouquets, the sweetest scent to his nose was yours.

He soon approached you and introduced himself as 'Kraven'. You knew it couldn't possibly be his full legal name but something about mysterious men always struck you. Unsure of his intentions, you still ended up accepting a dinner invitation from him at his house. Usually you would prefer first dates to be somewhere public, but you recognized the address he gave you being that you passed by it for work everyday. His home was impressive, a mansion even, and you had always been curious to see inside of it.

You also felt the mutual attraction between you two as you both continued to size each other up. He wore a T-shirt that fit his biceps snugly— muscles so large that it nearly bursted out of the fabric, a lion's tooth on his necklace, and a thick beard that was just as full and handsome as his locs of brown curls. And you— well, you knew how to carry yourself, there was never a day that you didn't appear to the world as a gorgeous woman because you just were. But what truly excited him was your innocence. It reminded him of the painting 'Agnus' by Konstantin Korobov. You were the precious sheep and as his mouth watered for a taste of you, he tried his hardest to restrain himself from becoming one of the wolves.

———

That evening you arrived at his home in a black dress that fit your body just right. You wore heels that made your legs seem a mile long, and your curls up with a hairpin to show off your elongated neck and dangly earrings. You were freshly shaven, perfumed at your pulse points, and you wore your favorite lingerie beneath your outfit— hoping that if all went well, you'd be letting your handsome date take you on a tour of the master bedroom.

Up close, the house was even more beautiful than you could have imagined... But you couldn't help but notice the sound of crickets around you. It was no longer the city— no sounds of car horns, people on the sidewalk, or even bright city lights. You were on the outskirts of town, surrounded by only woods, and it was finally starting to set in...

Before your mind could boggle with worried thoughts any longer, Kraven welcomed you inside. You felt a bit overdressed when you noticed his choice in style that evening. His necklace had changed, instead of one animal tooth, it dangled three. While you dressed in 'black tie' attire, he wore worn boots, leather pants, and a vest made out of the fur and hide of a lion. It was strange... and maybe you would've complained if you weren't totally enjoying the glimpses of his six-pack when the vest would slightly open.

As he welcomed you inside, Kraven hugged you and even brought goosebumps up your flesh as he planted a gentle kiss on your neck— right behind your ear.

The gentleman pulled out a chair for you at the dinner table and the layout was extremely impressive and well thought out, you were noticeably flattered. For dinner he had prepared steak cooked far too rare for your liking— the sight of blood pooling in your plate made you queasy, but you ate it anyway from fear of seeming impolite. During the meal his conversation was a bit standoffish. Instead, he was more interested in hearing about you, but you didn't mind doing most of the talking. You thought it was charming that a man could be so interested in you— but really Kraven's mind was too busy imagining your life together being that he had already made up his mind about you.

What you thought was a first date, to him was the first night of your future with him.

As the evening grew darker, he began a tour of his home. You enjoyed the many art pieces and his expensive taste as you slowly walked his marble flooring. You even got more out of him as he began to open up about his love for animals and nature. You found out that the vest he wore was made out of the hide of a lion that attacked him as a child, and although the animal almost killed him, he still managed to find love in all things wild and untamed— a love that he deemed to be far too difficult to explain.

He continued to size you with more questions. Wanting to know what you sought out in your future life and if you were the type of girl that liked to be chased. You spoke of your wishes for a big family, to be a housewife, and wanting to find a true soulmate within your future husband... You even giggled about his question about wanting to be chased, you figured that every girl wants to be chased! Thinking that he meant wined, dined, spoiled, and sought after as in 'chased', you immediately agreed. It sounded good, 'chased' as in a man having to prove his worth to you. But soon you were to realize that Kraven meant it literally...

You answered everything he had asked in just the way he had hoped... He waited a long time for a woman who was just as animalistic as he was. But not in his same way of strength and dominance— like a bull, a bear, or a lion. Softer, closer to Earth, something that would cool the fire that burns within him. Whether it had been your doe eyes or bunny like beauty, all he knew was that you were exactly what he craved.

...

Kraven soon approached you. He cupped the nape of your hair and gently tugged you closer to him. His freehand found your hip and pressed you against his body while his lips hovered closely over yours. From the press of his erection against your thigh, you were sure it was time for him to take you up to his bed. Your eyelashes fluttered and your breath gently quaked as you awaited a kiss— that never came.

"Run."His threatening whisper trembled above your lips and your eyes darted open. Kraven took the pin out of your hair until your curls dropped effortlessly onto your shoulders. He deeply inhaled the air around you, knowing that as you ran through the forest tonight with your hair loose and free— your scent would call for him, no matter where you hid.

You chuckled, hand finding the warmth of the skin on his chest. "Now why would I want to run from you, baby?" Your voice was lustful and tipsy from wine, but not what he wanted.

He began to strip, finger pointing to a door in between the two bookshelves of his common room. "You have a five minute head start."

Not once did you take him seriously— more infatuated with the sight of his taut body coming out of his clothes than the seriousness in his tone.

You bit your fist in flirty temptation, giggling as you watched as if you were enjoying a Magic Mike show.

But Kraven had soon grown tired of being laughed at when he did not tell a joke not once. "Three minutes." He counted down.

You began to sober up as he approached you... Your date stared at you as if it were time for dessert and you were on the menu. You gulped and your heels clicked as you stepped backwards once, then twice, closer to the exit he had pointed to.

But fear never truly set in until you saw him for what he truly was. The soft blue eyes that distracted you today while shopping for flowers, quickly sharpened into golden orbs that nearly drew heat as he aimed his gaze at you.

He wasn't human... Or maybe he was, but had become far more animalistic as he snarled in your direction.

His hand rang like a hammer hitting the wall as it smacked the light switch off and let darkness consume you both. Kraven's eyes continued to glow and his lips parted— ready to inform you again about how much time is left for you to run.

But before he could get another word out, you were long gone. Out of the door that he had pointed to, you soon found yourself in his backyard engulfed by trees and the same quietness that spooked you before the date even began.

The sound of your heartbeat reverberated from your chest cavity like a drum and enough tears flooded down your cheeks to drown you. Not a clue where you were headed, all you hoped was running through the forest would soon get you to the road or to the neighbors. Your ankle twisted with what sounded to be a snap in your tendon and you came tumbling down. A shout from your lips pierced through the night and you quieted your pain with the palm of your hand. You instantly kicked your heels off and noticed the immediate swelling in your ankle that ended up staying black and blue for many weeks to come. But you let not even your pain stop you. Back onto your feet you quietly sobbed as you limped and dragged yourself further across the forest floor, but even as far as you had brought yourself was simply not far enough.

So heavily on his mind, Kraven could still smell you from the inside of his home. He grinned the fainter your scent got, all it did was heighten his need for the hunt. The back door again sprung open and the chase began. He started on foot, running and leaping over fallen logs in ways that were inhuman. He felt free and more himself than ever as he tracked you— barefoot on sharp rocks and skin being whipped by passing twigs, yet nothing ached him more than the wind that swept past his cock that had become engorged from the excitement to pummel you. He couldn't take being apart from you any longer, his palms met the cold ground of the Earth and the man hunted you on all fours.

Through small fleeting glances you noticed him behind you and wept even harder. It seemed that the woods were never ending, and Kraven had you just where he wanted you.

He tackled you into a bed of moss, pinning your arms above your head as he sat his full weight on you. Squirming did nothing but make him tighten his grasp as his warm breath kissed your skin with each tight-lipped pant.

You screamed, cussed, begged— all music to his ears.

His nose pressed against your neck as he couldn't contain the need to inhale you. Your scent was so different now. He could smell the fear, the pain, and the confusion on you. Something feral about having your life in his hands made him leak from the tip of his heat. It stained your dress— so you no longer needed to wear it.

Kraven took a fistful of your clothes and tore them from your body, tearing your favorite bra and panties like wrapping around a Christmas gift.

His eyes dilated on you, pupils nearly bursted at the sight of your soft curves.

"Don't you feel beautiful?" He whispered against your lips as your trapped wrists continued to ache more.

"Should being hunted by you make me feel fucking beautiful?" Your cursing was emphasized, so angry that each word came out like an unrestrained bite.

"No." He spoke. "You should feel beautiful for being worth the hunt."

...

In that instant something cracked within you. You became less angry and prayed that his lips would soon crash over yours. He smelled the lust on you. Kraven released your wrists and sniffed you, swooned by the scent of your wet pussy— it embarrassed you.

"Don't hide from me." He nearly salivated from the prominent trace of your ovulation. Your head was turned from him. With the clothes torn from your body it made it impossible for you to hide, everything was just out in the open and you quaked being skin to skin with a man that seemed far past insanity. Yet somehow he still caused butterflies and heat pooling in your abdomen as his fingers gripped your chin and brought you back to the eyes that continued to flicker from blue to gold each time arousal engulfed him.

You hissed from slight movement in your ankle. Kraven sensed your pain coming from your ankle and lifted it in his palm softly as if he were holding porcelain. Swollen and needing ice, he'd be there to fix you up and bring you comfort, but for the moment the injury made you even more intoxicatingly delicious. You were truly prey, not putting up a fight anymore, injured, and under his authority. You were perfect— he wanted to eat you up and baby you at the same time. "I can take your mind off of that."

You hesitated before nodding. Kraven's head dipped below and pressed a kiss to your ankle, he wrapped it in the shreds of the clothing around you and soon distracted you as he had promised. He parted your thighs as his tongue flicked out and held firm in its muscle as it swiped through you, starting from your perineum to the throb of your clit. Your passion gathered at the tip of his tongue and he swallowed you down as if it were the finest delicacy. Your taste had his eyes rolled backwards as a growl heated his chest, he could've spent all night there between your legs, climaxing from your taste alone— but he had plans. Intentions to claim you, to mark you as only his.

Kraven's mouth found your skin once more as it left kisses across your belly. You squirmed on the bed of moss as his tongue reached your breasts and swirled against your peaks nipping the left one gently. You yelped, back arching off of the moss enough to cuff his arm beneath you and hold onto you for what was to come.

He fisted his erection and whimpered from how sensitive he had become. Kraven split the lips of your cunt apart as he lubed his tip to find your core. Only glimpses of moonlight showed the thick inches that were soon to drive into you, and it frightened you to imagine the stretch it will take to accommodate him. But as his lips finally reached yours, you became ready to take on the world. His kiss was testimony to how he felt about you and it stole your breath away. This kiss had haunted you with need all night long, and as Kraven's tongue finally explored your mouth and his whimpers and moans became closer than you ever imagined, your body began to flower-open for him... Your hands suddenly rested on his thick shoulders and your thighs wrapped around his hips without hassle.

His gentle teasing became an Earth-splitting stroke and you gasped in air, breath shattering against his lips as you finally exhaled. Choked by your undeniable tightness, he felt relief as your nectar continued to slick your walls and your passionate longing released the clamping hold you had on him. His hips welcomed sped up thrust as he continued to mold you into his favorite fuck. Your nails dug into his skin when the tempo he chose had you spewing senseless pleads. "Kraven! S'ahh— please!"

What you expected from this date was a quickie beneath silk sheets, but what you were getting was a fuck you'd never forget. Taken against the cold ground, rutted into by an animal who craved you all day, and worshipped with praises you didn't even know you needed to hear. "Call for me, you'll never go ignored моё сокровище (my treasure)." His Russian spoke to your soul as if you understood it, your mouth fell open with a silenced moan and soon you saw stars as your pussy quaked and orgasmed.

"сделай меня здоровым, позволь мне жаждать этой любви, пока мы не состаримся и не поседеем, и��о с этого момента никто другой не будет обладать тобой. (Make me whole, let me lust after this love until we are old and gray, for no other shall have you from this moment on.)" Kraven groaned as your climax made you clench around his shaft, his tongue darted out and licked the shell of your ear and his whispering came like scripture or a prayer. Kraven wasn't just 'Kraven', he was Sergei Kravinoff a Russian immigrant who is a master hunter, tracker, and strategist— a man who gained beastly powers after a potion that saved his life, and began it. A man who will never let you see a boring day ever again.

Like putty in his arms your body gyrated beneath him until you were fucked breathless and numb, you panicked when he sped up with precision, angling his strokes against your cervix as he sought after his finish. You knew you weren't on the pill and that you were ovulating— and he knew this too. "S-Slow down." You begged. "You're close baby, I just don't want you to forget to—" The man in him wanted to slow... He couldn't wait to have you on his arm, show you off to the world, spoil you, and enjoy time together before the thought of marriage and a family... But the beast in him festered something primal inside, something unrestrained as the lewd wet slapping between your thighs heightened and soon the trees around you begin to split from the force. Sure he would do all of the charming boyfriend work, but that night he was to claim you. You would take him in this forest and he'd breed you. Mated for life, and it wouldn't be the last time you conceived either.

His muscles tightened as he gave a last merciless plow that convinced you that you had felt it in your bellybutton, your mound grew feverishly hot from the beating and even hotter as cum oozed from over-filling you and leaked around his shaft. Your jaw dropped, he had pumped you with all he had, sought to impregnate you, to keep you, to breed you.

"Mine."

... Your eyes widened. It was the way that he trembled as he spoke that singular word. There wasn't a point to argue, because he said what he said and he had meant it. You were no longer your own, you didn't know whether to be flattered or terrified, thinking of a life never to be solo again. You then realized that you may as well had sold yourself to him the moment you accepted his dinner invitation. The Earth will never know you to walk as just Y/N again, for it will never be you without Sergei Kravinoff, or Kraven without you.

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SMITTEN BEST FRIEND!TANGERINE

Note: your likes and reblogs put the biggest smile on my face, and encourages me to write more :’) thank you for the love <3

— Terrible with words, but he’s known you long enough to know the right ones at the right time. He likes to flex that he has better knowledge of your mind than Lemon despite knowing you for the same amount of time as him, and Lemon lets him because he’d know he’d get a bollocking if he was to disagree. “Mate you get fucking scary when it comes to her. I ain’t getting involved,” he shrugs with raised eyes when Tangerine mentions it to him later. Music to his ears, really.

— Anytime you mention you have a date, they would always end up miraculously bailing on you at the last minute. Every time, without fail. How?! It reaches a point where you vent to Tangerine, saying that you might as well give up searching and just wait for the right man. “Yeah, maybe that’s for the best,” Tangerine would comfort you sympathetically, a twitch of a glimmer in his eye.

— The foundation of your friendship is built on inside jokes. You still reference to this day the kid that tripped over in front of you both and fell into dog shit when you were little. Tangerine knows it’s always the way to bring a smile to your face, even in your shittest moments.

- This one time you were both at a restaurant - his treat, as always - and when you’d slipped away to the toilet, an old lady came over to tell Tangerine: I just wanted to say, I think you’re both a lovely couple. The way you make her laugh is just the sweetest.

Tan simply smiled and thanked her. No harm in indulging fantasies every now and then—some say it can be healthy, even!

— Brings you sweet treats from all the countries he visits. There’s this really specific wine you taste tested on a holiday in your teens to France. You mentioned it in passing to Tangerine once, because of the sentimental value the memory held: the treasured time spent with family, and the sun resting on your hair at the peak of your innocence, divining that this would be the best memory of your life.

- So when Tan, back from a job in Lyon, drops the very same bottle on your nightstand while you’re brushing your teeth, he patiently prepares himself for that look in your eye - the one where you fight back tears from your gratitude. He’ll pretend to you that it was light work retrieving it, “oh yeah, noticed it in a corner shop and figured it rang a bell”, all while secretly hoping you see through it and realise what you meant to him.

— Manages to nab you tickets to see your favourite artists and acts like it was no big deal, just a lucky coincidence - you weren’t to know he bribed the management team of the artist to provide the best seats and VIP access.

— Tangerine calls you his four leaf clover, because without you he’d be the unluckiest man in the world. Just casual friend talk.

— Game nights with him and Lemon. You have a tendency to whisper words in Lemon’s ear when playing Scrabble, purely to see the pissed off look on Tan’s face.

— The only reason Tangerine hasn’t asked you out is because he knows you’d become target Number One if the enemy knew how dear you are to him.

- So that makes you safer as just one of his mates, one that he happens to envision his future with, a few kids and maybe a dog. It’s whatever.

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WHEN KRAVEN DOESN’T HUNT, HE YEARNS

Summary: A small little tale of what it’s like to live with a man who won’t admit he loves you.

Word count: 515

Since the day he met you, Sergei had kept a protective fold over you.

By happenstance, you had found yourself—injured—not too far from his dome.

No human had ever ventured this far out into his forest, so the sight of your limp body tangled in vines startled Sergei. Without seeing your face, he felt this instinctive need he’d never experienced before to take you in and tend to you, this fragile thing so far from home.

Since then, you’d found yourself a protégée of sorts; Sergei would teach you to hunt, and in return you’d plant herbs and grow flowers from the tender soil.

Most importantly, you’d sing - the most beautiful songs you’d trill as you busy yourself with your day, unbeknownst that Sergei would stop in his tracks every time, without fail, to allow himself to be captivated.

It’s funny - this one time you had found yourself debating with him the existence of sirens at sea, intent that it was all nothing but mythology.

But darling, Sergei would think alone, you’re living proof that they’re here on earth with us.

Maybe you did know how much your voice enchanted him, because sometimes it seemed you’d jump into a song the moment he’d stop foot back inside your home. Would he be a mad man to think this was all for him?

You’d carry the conversation for the day, lamenting all the small insignificant details of your day, while the man would silently sit sharpening his knives.

Never for a moment did you think that he wouldn’t pay attention to what you had to say, and he was glad that you knew that. That’s the balance you both brought to this partnership: where Sergei would brood in the darkness of his thoughts, you’d push him straight out of it with the plucky lilt of your tone, enthusiasm shot straight through his veins.

And in the evening, a rumbling fire lit outside to shield you from the cool fall of night, Sergei tossing more planks of wood to boost the flame until he’d begin to hear your soft yawns. You’d always shake your head, assert that you want to stay up, but the slow dragging of your words was enough for Sergei to raise an eyebrow at you every time.

You still slept on Sergei’s bed while he would retire to the sofa, much to your dismay. You’d argue with him out of guilt to take his bed back, but he’d happily shut you down by reassuring that the sofa held just as much comfort as a bed.

You did tend to wonder why he hadn’t fashioned you your own bed yet, after all this time.

Sergei would never let on that the concept of your scent mixing with his own enthralled him, the idea of you both becoming one. A hound could come in sniffing the bed out and not be able to tell whether it belonged to you, or Sergei, impossible to separate one from the other, and that excited him.

Maybe one day he’d tell you how he loves you.

Maybe one day you’d tell him that you already know.

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Comprised [Sergei Kravinoff]

Part 2 of ???

Angst / suggestive

The fight left him obsessed. He needed to see that murder in your eyes, and the rope around your fingers. It's a suprise though, he finds you had figured out his location.

Ugh fuck one sided obsession in an enemies to lovers I'm not apologising for it.

I know i took ages between this chapter and the first one but the next few days r busy so it might be a while before i even start the next chapter <3 (Starting my new job and birthdays! Mine included)

Suggestive themes overall! -18 be warned!

No one's perspective

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"Kraven..." You whimpered. "Please." Hearing you beg was like the sweetest candy on his tongue, craving the next spill of such sweet tastes. Faintly feel your body in his hands, molding your sides, tugging at your hands. He didn't know what you properly sounded like, but he didn't care. It felt like sugar. Like cherry pie or honeycomb.

There was mutterings in Russian from his lips, acting like water in your ears. Rope worked hands sliding up his arms, squeezing his biceps as the feeling burned your insides. You were set alight and his touches, his hip bones digging into yours, was making you burn brighter.

Kraven jolted from sleep, staring up at the formed circular ceiling. Why did he, no. His dreams were hazy and rare. You. You were, infuriating. All you did the other day was stare at him. All, you.. did.. was stand there, twirling a dagger fluidly. That was, all you did. Why didn't you attack? Why didn't you even throw your dagger his way?! Fuck! With regret swirling in his gut and his mind, he let his hand wander down his body.

While he rarely spoke negatively to himself, this was a definite 'what the fuck are you doing?' moment. I mean, really? Jerking yourself off because you had a wet dream about your enemy? How very teenage of you, Kraven. Incredibly mature.

Distracted by the feeling of his hand moving teasingly slowly up and down himself, he barely even noticed you slipping around the outside of his hunting dome. Didn't bother hearing your fingers drag along the glass, and the unbearable scratching of your dagger on the edges of every glass border. You watched like you were Kraven stalking prey. How pretty.

Too bad it wouldn't last long.

You climbed and crawled until you were practically above Kraven, watching how his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were screwed shut. His body was visibly tense. On the edge of ecstasy when glass came shattering down. Breaking illusion of your sweat soaked body ontop of him. He blinked and scrambled up, re-dressing himself faster than he thought possible.

"Aw, seemed I interrupted you," Your voice made his half hard cock twitch. It was better than any expectations he might've had in his mind. Better than what he was conjuring up.

No time to dwell. You had broken in. He was comprised of one of the safest spaces he had left in his life. If he dared go to Dimitri, Kraven knew it would end up worse than what was in front of him. Instead he stayed silent, preparing himself mentally for another fight. "Now now Kraven..." You cooed with an air of mocking, "I know I broke in, but I'm not gonna fight you."

The dagger in your hand said otherwise, and he noticed. His eyes flickered to the blade for a second before staring you up and down. He didn't believe that you weren't going to fight him, and he wasn't going to believe it no matter what you said. No matter what words left those desirable lips. Kraven watched you walk around, take in your surroundings and overall act like you owned it. How awfully narcissistic of you.

God he wanted to bury himself in you. Give you the part of him he dared not give to anyone else.

"Quaint... I want it."

"What?"

"This. Your dome," You knocked briefly on one of the counters, looking down at the dark oak. Almost admired the glass and the way the sun shone into it from different angles. There was a life you could live here by yourself. Although, only by yourself, no one could join you. It was a solo place. "I think I could live here."

You could live here... probably without him. But that domestic thought was suddenly overwhelming, and he didn't respond for a few seconds. It was a moment of quiet as a thought of kissing you as you tended to some food over the stove. Watching his eyes glaze over with distraction made you smile. Perfect.

When Kraven was lost, you took the opportunity to start your own little fun. Your dagger grazed his shirt, taking it around his front and his back. The fabric was cut raggedly, and the small sting of the blade caused the hunter to come back to reality. His hand immediately felt for blood, swiping against his torso. Dark red stained his skin, dripping down his index and middle fingers. He cursed in Russian, searching around for you.

As soon as he turned around to start looking, a dull thud entered his ears, but he didn't have time to process it as the darkness enveloped him. Falling to the ground. "Awe, Kraven... And here I thought you were smarter than that." You uttered, placing the pan back down where you found it. Kraven had fallen to his side, so you moved him to be laying on his front. Moving his hands to his back, searching your pockets for the smallest amount of rope you could find. And of course you couldn't find anything. Shit.

Instead, you did the next best thing, and undid your belt, immediately finding the best way to wrap it around his wrists.

How did men do this in pornos?

It was harder than it looked, and you prayed to whatever god that Kraven stayed out of it just enough for you to get him out of his dome. "For the love of god stay asleep..." You murmured to yourself, trying different options before eventually tying his wrists up tightly. It was obvious that some circulation was being cut off since his fingers were starting to pale.

Now his legs. Well fuck.

Kraven had to have something like a rope around here. Before you looked around, you hit Kraven on the head again with a pan. Just incase.

Once you started looking around, you could barely find anything. Until you realised he had a belt too. When you figured it out, you flipped Kraven to be laid on his back. Well, he was handsome, even with his eyes closed. This was a first... Ripping a man's belt off just to tie up his ankles. It would complete what Aleksei had been wanting to do from the start, and maybe you had finally had some recognition other than the one that Aleksei had at his side. The one who's eyes never strayed from The Rhino.

Kraven was heavy. You couldn't even pick him up. ...Dragging it was. Gripping him by his hair without a care in the world, you brought Kraven out of his dome and threw his unconscious body to be sitting against the small wall outside the door. "Aleksei?" You asked sweetly once the phone call connected. "I have Kraven."

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Sergei meets his mate pt 1

Summary: Kraven finds you in the woods after a group of poachers ran you out of your camping reserve. He brings you back to his Dome where you heal him.

(Started as one shot of a first meeting but I got an idea for a few more chapters so this is the set up. Female MC is also paranormal.) 

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

The leaves of the trees cut my skin harshly as I ran through the forest barefoot at full speed. I could hear them behind me, laughing, mocking. I could smell the flame from their lamp and hear the rustle of metal weapons. The men chasing me were getting closer. I had been running for a while now, I had lost track of how long at this rate. 

This camping trip was supposed to be my escape from the world and in less than 30 minutes has escalated into my worst nightmare. I knew it was going to be rough when my two best friends cancelled at the last minute, both from separate unforeseen emergencies. It only got worse when the other campers that were supposed to be staying on the reserve with me decided to pack up and head back into the city and I found myself completely alone in the reserve. Besides the fact that the universe had been blatantly shouting at me that not cancelling this trip had been a bad idea, I had been fine.

Until I woke up in the middle of the night. I still wasn’t sure what woke me up, but as soon as I was awake, I knew I wasnt alone. I could feel it. It wasn’t one of the many wild animals that roamed this safari, the reserve had protections in place for human guests. A group of poachers had stumbled into the camping area, drunk, hauling the harvest of their hunt. It didn’t take them long to find my tent and decide I would make a good bounty. 

I knew running past the gates of the reserve was a risk, but I was better off fighting lions and jaguars than disgusting, horny men. Some things were worse than death. Chances are they were going to kill me when they were done anyway. I had better odds with a wild animal. 

So I started running. And running and running and running. I prayed they would get bored. Hoped they were drunk and too tired to follow me out here. Luck was not on my side this trip. They found it amusing. Apparently, they loved a chase. I kept running until I reached a clearing… which ended on a very steep cliff. I was screwed. 

That's when I saw him standing at the edge of the cliff. He wasn’t one of the men chasing me. He was tall, so much taller than those other men. The silhouette of his body outlined chiseled muscles, though the early morning sun cast a shadow on him, making it hard to define his features. The only thing I could clearly see were gold eyes. Glowing, animalistic gold eyes locked on mine sending an intense shiver down my spine. It wasn’t fear, exactly. I didn’t understand the feeling, it was foreign. 

We were only staring at each other for a few seconds before those gold eyes shifted their attention behind me. 

“Athena, no.” The words came out in an assertive growl as the figure took a dominating step forward. “She is not a threat. Stand down.” The man gestured a down motion with his hands as he made his way towards me. He didn’t look at me as he walked, focused on the forest behind me. I turned around to find steely blue eyes blinking back at me from between the trees. 

A gorgeous white tigress slowly strutted out from her hiding spot, eyeing me as she approached. Her gaze was not predatory, more curious than anything. I froze to my spot as both the man and the large animal surrounded me, terrified the large cat would pounce on me if I moved an inch. 

When the man spoke again, his voice sounded different. Rich, deep, human. “She won’t hurt you.” The stranger assured. I could still barely see his face, but his voice was oddly comforting.

I couldn’t bring myself to respond, instead forcing myself to breathe through the panic as the oversized cat nuzzled her head against my stomach. Shocked, I tentatively brought a hand to the top of her head, scratching between her ears. The tigress gave an appreciative hum, dragging her warm tongue across my arm in response. 

She was comforting me. She knew I was scared. With my hand still laying on her head, I turned my attention back to the figure. He was staring at me intently, eyes hard. He opened his mouth to speak but the commotion in the forest caught our attention. All our attention. Including the predatory animal nuzzled against me. The tigress pulled her head out of my grasp and stepped in front of me, growling at the sound carrying out of the dark forest. The back of her body pressed firmly against my side and her tail came around my waist almost protectively. The man standing next to us also turned his attention to the trees, eyes squinting. 

“Not yet, Athena.” He commanded the tigress. His voice came out in a rumble, sounding almost animalistic again. He turned to me. “Who are you with?” 

“No-No one” I finally spoke, my voice hoarse. “They-They’re chasing me.”

His eyebrows cinched together and his nose flared. That made him angry. “Why?”

“I-I don’t know, I was sleeping! They’re poachers I think.” Tears pricked my eyes again and the momentary relief I had came back in full swing. 

“Go.” He nodded at the cat, who leaped into the forest without a second thought. He walked in behind her without another word.

“Wait!” I called after him in a panic. Don’t leave me alone out here. 

The stranger didn’t turn back or call back out to me. I looked around in dazed panic, trying to figure out what way to run. I could hear the men approaching, but I had lost track of what direction they were coming from. 

It was too late. By the time I picked a path to continue down, one of them started to come out from behind a nearby tree. 

“Looks like we caught up to our prey, boys. Little bunny here put on quite the chase.” The man slurred, his European accent thick. His eyes locked on mine and he smirked as he sauntered toward me. I scrambled back away from him, but ran directly into another chest behind me. A steely hold locked around my waist and I was suddenly lifted up off the ground and dragged backwards. I struggled against the men, screaming for them to let me go. 

My struggle didn’t last very long before the grip on me was gone. The sweaty chest that was pressed against mine was now gone and I dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. I landed on my side, white hot pain radiating from the shoulder I landed on. A raw, uncontrollable scream gurgled from my throat when I shifted on my back and the radiating pain became unbearable. I felt the large presence beside me before I opened my eyes.

Athena maneuvered around my head to sink her teeth into the back of my shirt and drag me away from the battle. I couldn’t contain the tears of pain that ran down my face as the cat hauled me away from the battling men. I couldn’t make out much past the darkness and the trees but I could see that there were about 4 men to the one stranger. Though the stranger did seem to have a pet Tiger so that could definitely be considered an upper hand. 

Once we were far enough away, Athena rushed back to her companion. I could hear the sound of tearing flesh and could almost smell the blood from where I lay. I closed my eyes and lay as still as possible, waiting. For the sounds to pass, for the pain to pass. For anything. Just waiting. I don’t know how long I waited there for before I felt a heavy head nudge my injured side, making me scream at the top of my lungs.

“Easy,” The strangers familiar voice sounded above me. If I wasn't painfully aware I was alive right now, I would’ve thought I died and came face to face with a god. Because Christ, that’s what he looked like. He was huge, towering easily a foot above me. His face was a sculpture of defined jawline, high cheekbones and full lips. His eyes were no longer glowing gold but now a stark, warm blue. 

“You killed them.” I responded, my tone accusatory. 

“Would you have preferred I let them kill you instead?” The stranger shot back without missing a beat, running his eyes up and down my body in a full inspection. 

“No,” I grumbled. 

His oversized companion circled me where I lay, stopping beside my injured shoulder and purring up at the man as if to draw his attention to it. The stranger crouched down beside me, grabbing my injured arm. Pain shot through my arm, my nerve endings feeling like they were on fire.

A cry bubbled from my throat as he maneuvered around me. “Please stop, it hurts.” 

He gave a heavy sigh as he inspected my arm. 

“Your shoulder is dislocated.” He informed me. Wonderful. 

I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond or what to do. Superficial cuts like the ones I could feel dotting my face would heal within the next few minutes, but my shoulder was going to take hours. Painful, dreadful hours. 

The stranger met my eyes for a second, searching. If he found what he was looking for, he gave no indication. Instead, he broke eye contact and looking up at the sky. 

“Shit, look at that.” He remarked up into the air. I followed his line of sight, looking for the object of his curiosity. A heavy hand pressed down on my shoulder without warning, popping my shoulder back in its socket. I heard the snap of where my shoulder locked back into place before I realized what was happening. The relief was almost immediate, though a residual ache lingered. 

I groaned, falling back onto my back. “Good one.”

He dropped to sit beside me on the ground with a heavy thump. “Not the best idea to come out to the middle of nowhere alone”

“No, probably not.” I answered through a tight throat, trying to swallow the tears burning my eyes. 

I wanted to go home. I pressed my hand into my eyes harshly. “Thank you.” 

Okay, so this was a horrible idea. I could see that now. I was going to have to sleep out in these woods to even find enough strength to make it back to the city tomorrow. The stranger didn’t respond, but I felt him stand up beside me.  

“Come on,” he urged, holding out his hand to me. I stared at the outstretched hand skeptically. He only extended the invitation for a few seconds before bending down and throwing me over his shoulder in one swoop. 

“Hey!” I protested, swatting at his back. “Put me down you murderous ogre!” I struggled in his grip to no avail. 

He didn’t respond as he continued to trudge through the woods, Athena following behind us gingerly. 

“This is kidnapping!” I wailed, continuing to struggle against him. 

“I’m not leaving you in these woods alone.” He finally grumbled. 

“This is wrong on so many levels!” I slapped at his back with as much force as I could but that man was built like a goddamn wall. And I was strong. Supernaturally strong. “Where are we even going?”

“My home.” 

“Your home? No one lives out here.” 

“I do.”

I hated to admit, I was grateful I didn’t have to trudge through the forest alone. The land was beautiful during the day but deathly dark at night. Scary even with enhanced vision and hearing. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to have a beautiful stranger to carry me through them. 

His shoulder was jamming into my ribs in the most uncomfortable way. “Will you please put me down? I’ll go willingly. Not like I want to be out here alone anyway.” 

I know he was a stranger. I know I had just heard him murder a group of men. But I also knew I was safe with him. I didn’t have an explanation for it, simply my instinct but that was enough.

He finally slowed to a stop and set me on my feet. His eyes were glowing gold again, and this time I flashed him my own electric blue eyes, similar to Athena’s. 

“I knew it. “ The words came out in a growl, almost animalistic, like when he spoke to Athena. “I could smell it.” His arm, still around me, tightened. He ran his nose along my neck for a second before taking a step back. It was too dark to see the look on his face but his eyes were now glowing brighter, like embers raging in a fire. 

“Smell what?” It took me a minute to kick start my brain and find the words. 

The word mine danced so quietly into the night, I wasn’t fully sure I heard it. I even convinced myself I imagined them.

“Not human.” He finally said after a solid minute. He pressed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the trees. My skin burned at the intimacy of the touch, savoring the weight of his hand. 

“You aren’t fully human either.” I countered. A grunt was the only confirmation I received in response. 

“You got a name?” 

“Are you going to kill me if I give it to you?” My question was only partially a joke. 

“If I wanted you dead, you would be.” He snorted. 

“…Comforting,” I muttered. “It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, as if testing the feel of it. “Sergei.”

 “That’s… very Russian.” 

Another chuckle, but no response. I picked up a whiff of something metallic in the pristine air. Blood. Faint, but it was there. 

“You’re hurt.” I said accusingly. Now that the superficial cuts and my shoulder were nearly healed, my senses were coming back to me. 

He grunted, annoyed. “It’s nothing.”

“Smells like something.”

Before he could argue, the trees broke open and we stepped into a clearing. Nestled in the center was an impressive glass dome. 

Athena strutted past us and disappeared into the trees behind the dome. 

I wasn’t sure what I expected but I was pleasantly surprised. It was warm inside. Quiet. The light coming from the lamp ceiling lamp gave off a warm glow, not too bright for my sensitive eyes after hours in darkness. The walls were decorated with hunting trophies, bones and pelts.

I followed him through the open space, to a large fire pit in the center of the house. 

“Take off your shirt.” 

He turned to me with a raised brow as he worked to light the pit, the small flame immediately warming the space. “You’re very forward.”

“You’re bleeding through it.” I grimaced, pointing at the blotch of blood on his dark blue shirt. 

He peeled the shredded fabric from his torso, giving me a fully unencumbered view of everything. His chest was broad, lined with muscles that looked like they were personally chiseled by a god. His abs were dotted with scars and a gaping cut on his side that was oozing blood at an alarming rate. 

“Do you have a first aid kit?” I asked, inspecting the wound.

He reached past me into a drawer, his chest brushing against mine. My nipples reacted to his touch instantly. Those traitorous bitches. 

He handed me a small white box with all the components of first aid. 

“Their daggers were dipped in poison. One of them got me deep, it’s gonna take a few hours.” He offered as I worked.

I hummed softly to myself as I worked to clean away the blood, wiping enough of it clear to let my fingers press directly to the torn skin.

I splayed my hand over the wound, jaw tightening at the familiar burn that ignited at my fingertips. Black veins branched up my arm, accompanied with a sharp, aching pain as energy left me and sank into him.

He didn’t move, just watched me like he was still figuring me out. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice low.

“Healing you,” I replied, my voice despite the sting lashing through my bones.

His eyes were fixed on me, sharper now. Focused.

“You can heal,” he said slowly, like he wasn’t sure he believed what he’d just seen. “I’ve never met anyone who could do that.”

I gave a small shrug, pulling my hand back once the skin beneath it had sealed over. The black veins faded from my arm as quickly as they’d appeared, leaving only a dull ache behind.

“I can’t use it on myself,” I admitted. “Kinda sucks.”

He was quiet for a beat, long enough for me to look up at hi,

“Stay.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“The night,” he clarified. “Stay the night. It’s dangerous out there. Lions. Men. Worse.”

“And you’re safe?”

He leaned in slightly, the heat of him drawing me in. “Safer than anything else out there.”

My throat was tight and my skin was tingling. A very small, rational part of my brain told me I should get out while I could, but a more instinctual  part knew that I already belonged here.

“Okay,” I aquised, just for tonight.” 

He smiled but not a cruel one like before. This one was something else. Something more intimate. 

“Just tonight.” His words were more than a statement, they were a taunt. A challenge. 

His hips shifted against mine, every muscle pressed against me like a loaded weapon he was still deciding whether or not to fire.

His gaze studied every inch of my face like he was memorizing it. My eyes. My cheekbones. The curve of my jaw. And when he landed on my lips, his brow lifted so subtly I almost didn’t notice.

There was something… predatory about the look. It made heat coil between my legs. He inhaled deeply, his pupils dilating. His scent curled around me, warm and wild, stirring something in me deeply instinctual

He leaned in, just enough that I felt his breath on my cheek. Close. Too close. But he didn’t kiss me. 

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, voice low and rough.

I wanted to laugh at the irony of the statement. Wanted to retort that if anyone here was in danger, it was me. The words didn’t find their way past my lips, instead getting caught in my throat behind the weight of my breath.

He definitely noticed because a knowing smirk pulled at the corners of his lips and he shifted again. This time, I took a step back to give myself room to breathe. 

“You can take the bedroom upstairs.” He continued without a beat. “It has a bathroom. I can give you clothes if you want to shower.”

“I um,” My brain was foggy. I was having a hard time thinking past the weight of his attention on me. “I’ll take you up on the shower but I’m fine on the couch, thanks.”

“The bed is all yours, I sleep better outside with Athena anyway.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter to him.

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Sergei meets his mate pt 2

Summary: Kraven finds you in the woods after a group of poachers ran you out of your camping reserve. He brings you back to his Dome, continued.

(Started as one shot of a first meeting but I got an idea for a few more chapters so this is the set up. Female MC is also paranormal.) 

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

The warm water felt like heaven on my skin. It soothingly washed away the sweat and crusted blood that clung to my skin. A folded t-shirt and cotton shorts, meticulously folded, were waiting for me on the sink counter when I got out. The material of the shirt was soft and worn-in, doused with his scent. It made me want to rub my face in it and purr like a cat.

The shirt practically swallowed me, the hem stopping just above my knees. The shorts he left were pointless at that length. At least, that’s what I told myself. A smaller, more reckless part of me was curious. Curious enough to leave them folded on the counter... just to see how he’d react.

I could see him moving around the living room as I slowly made my way down the steps. He was hunched over the couch, spreading out a large black sheet over it. He looked up at the sound of my footsteps, his eyes landing on my bare leg immediately. 

His eyes roamed down my body, slow and unashamed. A growl vibrated so low from his chest I wouldn’t have caught it without enhanced hearing. I froze under the intensity of his gaze, heat blooming beneath my skin. 

Maybe this was a bad idea. 

“That shower was wonderful, thank you.” I offered, trying to sound casual. 

His eyes snapped away from me the second the words were out of my mouth, like he couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. 

He cleared his throat. “Good.” His words were hoarse, packed with an emotion I could feel. “Couch is ready for you.”

“Thank you,” I replied sweetly. His eyes landed on me again for just a few seconds before he slipped out of the back door without a word.

What an odd, odd man.

It didn’t take me long to find the light switch and nuzzle into the blanket and pillow he had laid out for me on the couch. I was surprisingly comfortable between the soft fire glowing from the pit and the blanket wrapped around me. 

I was just about to surrender myself to the bliss of sleep when I saw it.

A massive, hairy creature skittered across the floorboards, stopping to perch on the armrest by my foot like it owned the place. Eight eyes, Way too many legs.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. I breathed heavily through my fingers, praying silently that the demon spawn before me didn’t think to jump me.

“Sergei,” I whisper-screamed, hoping he would hear me. “Sergei!”

Minutes passed of me and the spider having a staredown without any other movement. Fuuuuck. I slowly threw my legs over the edge of the couch, and got to my feet, not taking my eyes away from the arthropod. I opened the back door, still keeping eye contact, and hissed his name into the night again.

I finally looked away from the spider when a rustle from the trees caught my attention. Sergei emerged shirtless and half-asleep, rubbing at his eyes. Athena followed closely behind, curious.

“What?” he grumbled, voice gravelly.

“There’s an eight legged demon in your house with no boundaries,” I said, my tone more accusatory than fearful. 

“Are you talking about Mavis?” He asked casually, like I was supposed to know what he was talking about. He stepped inside behind me and looked around, but the creature, whose name is apparently Mavis, was now gone. Panic bubbled in my chest and I jumped on his back without a second thought. He immediately shifted to assimilate for my weight, his hands grabbing my knees to keep me from falling. 

“I’m talking about a gigantic spider that just had a staring contest with me while I was trying to fall asleep!” I wrapped a tight around across his chest to hold myself steady. “Find it!”

I could tell he was amused by the low chuckle that rumbled from his throat. He shifted me on his back and started making his way through the house. It took another 10 minutes before we found the critter again. Sergei didn’t complain once about me clinging to his back like a monkey. Instead, he carried me around the room until we found the spider again by the edge of the fire pit.

Sergei set me down and padded over to scoop the spider with his bare hands. “There you are.”  I watched, mouth agape as he used his finger to scratch the spider’s head. “I’ve been looking for her.”

“You have a spider named Mavis?” I asked in disbelief, watching as he placed the spider gently into a terrarium hanging from a wall.

“She’s harmless.”

“You’re insane.”

He shrugged. I stood in the middle of the room, scared to sit back on the couch. 

“What else are you housing in here? Snakes? Scorpions?” 

“I don’t want to talk about Roger right now.” He ran a hand down his face, looking stressed.

Oh god. “What's a Roger?”

“Roger was my snake. A wolf ate him last summer.”

“Jesus Christ” I half sighed, half laughed. Maybe it was evil to laugh at his snake getting eaten by a wolf, but the whole scenario was ridiculous.

I tentatively sat back on the couch, pulling my legs into my chest. He stared at me for a second, before turning to head back out the door. 

“Wait,” I called after him, making him stop dead in his tracks. “Can you stay?” I asked softly. “Just until I fall asleep?”

He contemplated it for a long second. A single nod was the only response I received.

He sat beside me, close but not touching at first. The silence settled over us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. After a while, I leaned into him, just a little. Then a little more. Until his arm slipped around my shoulder and I let my head rest against his chest.

His warmth surrounded me. His breathing was slow. Steady. Safe.

Sleep tugged at me faster than I expected, heavy and gentle. The last thing I felt was his hand in my hair, combing through it slowly, rhythmically.