#like i just wanna b held by my hunter…………

[aihaitahm]

hihi!! since ur accepting requests, i was wondering if u could do a make-out session/ about to have sex with blade, except the reader’s part of the cloud knights and they are actually in a secret relationship 🤭🤭

sorry if this doesn’t make sense,,, u can ignore this if u want 🙏🙏 have a great day ahead!

please… i dont wanna get caught!

blade x gn! reader

hope u like it anon<3

cw nsfwish? suggestive but no sex. hot makeout session. masturbation mentioned. public making out but literally no one is around. corruption kink + slight dumbfication.

you were on night duty as a cloud knight on xianzhou luofu. you usually would meet up with your lover, blade at this time to avoid anyone questioning about your behavior and to avoid being spotted. you have known each other since you both were in your younger years. you trust him and the stellaron hunters because you believe they are not the enemy however you have to keep multiple secrets because you serve the xianzhou alliance.

a sudden ding went out and it was your boyfriend texting you saying he is on his way to see you and how much he misses you and how his mission took so long.

after minutes of waiting, you saw a similar tall shadow that resembled your lover. you were about to greet him until he suddenly picked you up and pulled you into a kiss. how could you protest? its been 3 weeks since you both saw each other. oh how much you miss his touch and his scent. it drives you so crazy. it was terrible when you had to masturbate because he wasnt there to take care of you.

blade held you tightly on your waist ass as you were both kissing deeply. exploring the depths of his tongue while he nibbled on your lips. he then bit your plump cute lips hard enough to make you quietly moan. your lover smirks as he finds himself letting your body go to let it touch the ground and letting his hands explore all over you. large hands brushing against your erogenous areas as he lightly grinds his body onto you, making you whimper a little louder. soon enough, you both pulled away, strings of saliva still on your mouth and you were trying to catch your breath. red eyes travelling all over your body as he undresses you in his eyes. imagining how you would feel underneath him and how loud you will be for him. his imagination was interrupted when you scolded him.

“b-blade! im on duty right now we can do this later in the morning. i dont wanna get caught.”

“come on… nobody is out here. why not have a little fun while on your duty my love? i know you miss my touch.”

he pulled you close to him, waiting for your answer as he was staring into your eyes and taking in your hot, flustered mess. he finds you so adorable that he is very eager to make your oh so cute innocent blushing face turn into a moaning, bothered mess only thinking about his cock in you.

“fine… but make it quick please. i just dont wanna get caught but… i need you right now. i promise ill be quiet.”

“and i promise ill make it harder for you to be quiet.”

“blade!”

[trashbag-baby666]

Lose It-Hunter Sylvester

Disclaimer: Song used in the Drabble is Lose It by SWMRS. I no long support them but the song bops a little. Got this idea for it after an intense listen to it!

C/W: mentions of cheating/sleeping with other girls.

Hunter had fucked up and there was no going back.

He had slept with a few girls that meant nothing to him and he wasn't sure why. The band had gone on a small tour of Oregon and Hunter let the obsessed girls get ahold of him.

Of course you found out fast, Emily and Hunter were your ride or dies.

Your band of girls were not having it and you weren't going to take it.

You were upset and angry going through the five stages of grief over and over. For what seemed like forever but had been more like four hours.

So, what did you turn to? Your guitar and notebook.

You wrote out your feelings as you decided that you couldn't forgive him for what happened.

You had talked to Emily and Kevin when they got back and they supported your decisions.

Hunter was pissed when you showed up at his door and gave him his stuff back and told him it was over.

But he wasn't pissed at you. He was pissed at himself. This was his fault and he knew it.

"Fuck him," Emily nodded as she read over the song you had written. Both of you needed a well needed hang out session. The session before your high school hosted a local music show.

Your band, y/b/n, we're playing and so was Skullflower.

"Do you think I should play it?" You looked up at Emily.

"Yeah, I think he deserves to have to be put in his place. Plus it's a good song none the less, y/n." Emily nodded and handed you back the tattered notebook.

"Thank you so much for coming over and just talking." You hugged Emily as you made your decision to play it.

You and your band had practiced the new song plenty of times. As you stood side stage as Molly Coddle played. You guys were up next, you'd warn your favorite outfit and shifted your weight on your new docs your mom had gifted you.

"Ready, y/n?" Your bassist came over resting her hand on your shoulder momentarily. You nodded as Molly Coddle finished up and packed up your gear and you guys began to set up.

Then it was time, the stage lights flickered on and the band did a small introduction. You spotted Hunter quick. Standing off towards your guitarist more with Kevin and Emily.

His arms crossed as he looked like a kicked puppy. He loved watching you perform and you knew that.

"Tonight is a night for a new song." You smiled awkwardly flicking the long mic cable as you held the mic, "This one is called Lose it." You smiled as your band came in playing the mellow melody.

"When I first saw you, I made a mixtape

I didn't know you'd do the same damn thing

When I said goodbye to you, it went quiet

'Cause I didn't wanna feel any pain"

It was true you and Hunter were both music critiques and buffs. You both loved everything music. You liked a lot of metal but more indie rock being your style and Hunter could respect that. You had made him a mixtape on a CD and he made you a playlist.

You turned to music the night Emily texted you saying Hunter was sleeping with a fan.

You couldn't listen to any of it. It all reminded you of Hunter. All you were left with was silence and your tears.

"The last thing I want is another debutante

To take me away from my world (take me away from my world)

And I know that wasn't us, but it still got tough

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

When we drove up the coast, we had a soundtrack

We made it feel like a film on a reel

And our story didn't have a happy ending

But it still sounded good despite the way I feel"

You guys fell for each other fast and you dragged Hunter on a road trip to the coast to your aunts cabin so it could be just you two for a weekend.

You guys had made a collaborative playlist on Spotify and it really seemed like a teen coming of age movie. It was one of your happiest memories of Hunter.

"The last thing I want is another broken heart

To drive me to the brink of crazy (drive me to the brink of crazy)

In the end, I couldn't take it 'cause I knew we wouldn't make it

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it"

Hunter stood in the crowd watching you softly sway your hips to the soft beat. He knew it was about him. Hell, almost everyone in the room knew it was about him. The schools 'loser couple'. You had only a few friends being your band mates and then Kevin and Emily.

Hunter knew he had fucked up so bad the moment after the girls would leave him and he'd see the texts from you on his phone. Every time he did it and he still continued to do it.

He deserved this, he was humiliated but he also deserved this humiliation. Clay had even shared some glanced and head nods towards Hunter as the song went on.

"In the end, we were just a couple kids

Who thought and fought our way around each other

There's a mark on the town the times we had around

But there's still some space for the rest of our lives

Sing it

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it"

You finished and said thank you to the crowd as you packed up. Maybe this wasn't the official end of you and Hunter but just the end for now. Maybe he just needed time to grow as a person. To recognize the beauty he had standing right in front of him, waiting for him.

You were hopping that the wake up call of the song would be enough for him to change his inflated ego.

[zebrashork]

After you asking me about one of my oc's i wanna know: what are some of your OC's, and what's some of the story behind them? I've seen the Bugsnax and Limbus company ones but I wanna know more about characters I know next to nothing about

Ourgh, there are so many ocs I have, like WAY TOO MANY

So let's start with one of my older ones, which has art

This is Requin, and she is a marine biologist intern for a villain

She originally had volunteered at a seal conservation center created by the villain's girlfriend, and due to her passion for marine life, especially sharks, she got recommended to the villain who had her work with the shark tank

Why did she agree to work for a villain? A. She didn't know, and B. As soon as she heard the word "shark", she blacked out and came to on the super yatch run by the villain

If the villain has a shark tank, does Requin risk getting eaten? Nope! While it is a tank full of bull sharks, they never ate any heros. Refused. So now it's just a cool shark tank that the villain has

Eventually Requin ends up managing the villain's personal tank, which has mermaids. Yeah. The villain, who is a swan maiden, was tired of being captured and held as a trophy so they instead became the "trophy hunter" so to speak. The villain isn't my oc, it's a friend's oc.

My brain is kinda goop because I've been struggling to register for my next semester of college so that's about all I have to say for now

[bigmouthlass]

Title:  Make It Do (Or Do Without)

Series: Supernatural B-Sides

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  Supernatural

Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Rating:  Explicit

Pairing:  Dean Winchester/Claire Novak

Synopsis: What if Dean encountered a different Hunter during the S10 finale? Someone who wound up shoving him further along his downward spiral?

Tags:  Dean Winchester, Claire Novak, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Mark of Cain, Hurt No Comfort, Hatefucking, Songfic

AN:  Song is "Pain To Me," by Deathline International off the album 'Arashi Syndrom. The final line of the second verse might as well be the Team Free Will motto, for better or worse. All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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Pushing steel in my heart, Do you know what you're doing? I’m still breathing I don't know how, Only dreams are soothing. Desperate tears. Stirring my emotions. Fantasy meets reality-- wiping me. --- Claire held her breath as the bartender checked her “ID” but the gamble paid off-- the bartender was too slammed and too stressed to give it a good look and served Claire her vodka and Red Bull without a blink. She slipped him a ten and went back to the dark dance floor to writhe and grind with the rest of the meatsuits. She’d done her makeup heavy and her clothes were too small and worn to rags, leaving her all nice and vulnerable-looking. Chase me, she thought, easy pickings, I’m just a little baby . . .

Her prey bit in minutes. Something about Claire just screamed monster bait, she’d come to learn. Tonight’s specimen was tall and lanky, head-to-toe black with black nail polish and spikes through one eyebrow. Claire let him reel her in, let him breathe dirty nothings against her neck, let him pull her outside to the darkest shadows of the alley. Let him push her to her knees. Blow a monster? She’d done worse. Dignity was a luxury Claire had left behind a while ago. Make it do or do without, Grandma’s answer to everything. Parents gone, home cancelled, future erased-- make it do or do without.

She reached where she’d stashed her machete, and it wasn’t there. “Oh shit.”

“What’s the matter sugar?” her prey asked, caressing her face. “Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?”

A new voice, deep and ice-cold. “No.” Claire jumped to her feet as someone chopped and the vampire’s head rolled. Blood sprayed and covered Claire in fine splatters. The blade flashed and another head rolled. This one had long blonde hair like hers, it flowed like a comet’s tail.

A hard hand grabbed Claire’s arm and she almost fell as the owner dragged her from the scene. She twisted, crying out, “Let go of me!”

Instead she was yanked in an arc. Losing her balance, she fell and skinned her knees and palms.

“Get up.” Claire glared from her place on the ground, up into the angry face of -- of course -- Dean Winchester.

“What’re you doing here?” Claire hissed.

“Saving your stupid fucking life, again. Get up.”

Did the word fuck just pass those lips?

Shock made her obedient and she stumbled to her feet. Dean grabbed her by the triceps, that move-it-along pinch cops liked to use. Claire squeaked in pain. “Shit-- ow! You’re hurting me!”

Dean strode faster and pulled harder. “Thanks to that little show you put on inside every cop in the state’s going to be looking for you by morning. I should just let them arrest you. A nice hard bang in grownup jail,” he grunted as he opened a car door and shoved Claire inside, “might actually teach you something about consequences.”

“What the hell are you and where’s the real Dean?” Claire asked. It was supposed to sound like a joke. Instead it came out scared. Stone killer he might be but Clare would’ve bet anything he’d never--

“All me,” Dean said as he plopped behind the wheel, “just dead-bang out of patience with your bullshit, Novak. You wanna kill yourself put a pistol in your mouth and get it over with. I’ll burn the body and tell Jody you went down fighting instead of being stupid. Now shut up or I swear I’ll punch your lights out. I mean it.”

Claire sat up and opened her mouth to protest, until she got a good look at Dean as he started driving. She wiped her stinging palms on her leggings and glared out through the window. Tried to remember she was a tough cookie who could handle anything. Tried to remember this was just Dean and he’d never--

He wouldn’t--

He couldn’t--

That wasn’t--

She kept running into walls. --- You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. --- Dean drove through night-black exurbs and shopping districts, the occasional streetlight making everything else look even darker. No radio, no small talk, no lectures on expired pop culture crap or condescending life advice. No updates on Castiel or complaining about his brother that way siblings did just to blow off steam. Just silence.

“Where’s Sam?” Claire asked, once.

“How the hell should I know?” Dean said.

“Wow, just-- I mean--”

“You’re not too bright are you? Which part of ‘shut up’ are you struggling with?”

Claire shrank in her seat, and hated herself for doing it.

Finally in the wee hours Dean pulled over at a basic fleabag motel with the sign half-out. “Come on. We’re gonna get a few hours rack time. Your gear’s in the trunk.” When Claire didn’t move, Dean leaned back into the car through the open driver’s door. The look of cold impatience in his eyes shone her unease into nice shiny fear. “Move it.”

The hell with her stuff. Claire opened the car door and sprinted for the road.

Dean tackled her and Claire went down hard. “I told you,” he grunted, “to behave.”

“Help!” Claire shrieked. “Help!”

Stars burst across her vision as Dean slapped her. She didn’t lose consciousness, not completely. Her face hurt too much for her to do anything but flop around as Dean got to his feet and hauled Claire up over his shoulder. He went inside the room and slung Claire on one of the beds like a rolled-up rug.

Without so much as a raised eyebrow Dean caught Claire’s wrist as she charged him with her pocketknife. He slammed her against the wall, her arm stretched up over her head. “Definitely didn’t get your brains from your father’s side,” he grunted.

“You don’t say shit about my father,” Claire hissed. “I knew it. You’re just a fucking monster.”

“Right. Monster,” Dean said, and he leaned into her harder. Claire fought for air as his weight squeezed her ribs. His knee came up between hers, pressing a thigh up between her legs. “The guy who killed your pimp,” Claire felt tears fall from her eyes as he dug into the crusted-over wound, “ and the john he was trying to sell you to is a monster.”

“Fuck you,” Claire spat. It wasn’t working, the rage wasn’t eating the fear. She was still scared. Backspace that, she was goddamned terrified. And Dean wasn’t moving. He looked like he was fine right where he was, studying her like he was thinking of eating her raw. “Randy cared about me, even--”

“Randy,” Dean snarled, “didn’t give a damn about you except for the money you could make him. The only reason he didn’t whore you out sooner is he had fresher meat. What was her name? Wendy?” Claire swallowed. “Yeah, I know about her. She turned a bad trick and turned up dead with her face burned off.”

“You LIE!” Claire cried.

“Look it up if you want. What’d Randy say about what happened? The funeral was closed-casket, am I right?” Claire ducked her head as a sob twisted in her chest. She’d done her best to forget Wendy like Randy had told her to, she’d believed him when he said baby sister died in an accident so bad it was better-- “You know what you were worth to him? To Randy? Five grand. That’s it. That’s,” Dean hummed like he was figuring something up and Claire would’ve sold her soul to put her knife in his neck, “about two weeks of hustling pool, a good night at the right poker game, maybe two stickups. He lowballed you sweetheart. Gave you away for cheap.”

With a vicious wrench, Dean twisted Claire’s knife out of her hand and flung it away. “Now. Go use the bathroom. You got two minutes.”

He wasn’t kidding. Two minutes to the second later he opened the bathroom door and stood there as Claire finished doing her business. “Get out you perv!” she shouted.

Instead, Dean took a step into the tiny bathroom and Claire cowered on the potty, her undies around her knees. His normally kind eyes were cold stone and studied her like she was dogshit on his shoe. “One more word out of that cocksucker mouth of yours, I will break your fucking jaw. One.”

How nice it would have been to think he was exaggerating. He wasn’t. So this was the thing actual monsters were scared of, Claire thought as Dean turned his back. She tried not to let her hands shake as she cleaned up and flushed.

“Your bag’s on the table. Get changed and go to bed.” Dean turned to let her by. “Leave the door open,” he added as Claire reached for the knob. “You voided your privacy privileges.”

Claire changed into a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt and did her absolute best not to hear Dean as he opened his pants and pissed for the record. She caught sight of something under a chair-- her knife. The tinkling noise stopped and Dean groaned as he zipped up. Heart in her throat Claire grabbed the knife, folded it closed, and tucked it in the waistband of her shorts.

She was just getting into bed when Dean came out of the bathroom wiping his hands on a towel. The bathroom light behind him made him into a block of shadow, and despite herself Claire cringed. She’d felt this kind of unsafe before, around men who wanted her worse than dead. Not around the Winchesters though. Not that way. “Get some sleep. We move out at dawn.” He snapped the bathroom light off.

Claire turned onto her side. She heard Dean unzip his bag, uncap a bottle. Liquid gurgled. Trying to move silent and subtle, she pulled her pocketknife out of her shorts. Behind her, she heard a belt buckle jingle and fabric whisper as Dean got undressed. Despite herself, her mouth went dry and her heart pounded. What if he . . . there were two beds, sure, and there was Castiel and Dean's fucked-up sort-of boyfriends thing with him . . . Claire's hand tightened on her knife. Let him come. She'd slice his balls off.

Before or after letting him fuck her?

Before, snarled her brain.

After, whined her pussy.

There had to be something seriously wrong with her, Claire thought, that she only felt . . . real when the hunt was on. It didn’t seem to matter which side of the arrow she was on-- hunter or meat. There just had to be blood in the air, and around Dean blood was always in the air.

Dean didn't touch her. He got into the other bed. Claire's ears pricked as he set his keys down on the nightstand. A chance then. She’d have to ditch the car fast, she knew there wasn’t much gas in it. Just get me to the nearest bus station, she said to herself, careful not to phrase it as a prayer, I can do the rest.

Okay then. Claire waited, knife in her hand and heart in her throat. It took a long time, before Dean’s breathing went deep and snorty. Claire flipped over to her side, facing the other bed. In the faint light coming in through the window she could just make out his face, eyes closed and jaw shadowed with a day or so of beard. He looked like normal Dean again, the guy who took her minigolfing and called her a genius. Claire had to touch the throbbing bruise on her face to remind herself otherwise.

Slow and silent, Claire turned the covers back. Dean didn’t move. She rolled out of bed and stood barefoot on the carpet. Her knife was heavy in her hand. Claire spent a long moment studying Dean’s chest, looking for that spot just to the side of the sternum. She knew from personal experience the blade was long enough. A hard plunge would spike his heart and kill him in seconds.

Claire switched the knife to her left hand and reached with her right. She bent her knees and set her weight, ready to spring for the door. Panting silently though her open mouth, she leaned. Just a little further.

Dean’s eyes popped open. His hand snapped around her wrist. Claire struck with her knife and Dean grunted as the blade cut into his arm. “That’s enough,” he growled. Claire cried out as Dean yanked her clear off the floor and across his bed. He pinned her flat on her face. Claire tried to fight him off but he was too big, too strong, too much. Just like Castiel had, he crushed her into nothing. “For Christ’s sake that is enough..”

“Let me go you bastard! Let me go!”

Dean grabbed her by the hair and pulled, arching her head up and baring her throat. The tip of her knife touched her just under the point of her jawbone and Claire froze.

“I said,” Dean said, soft and silky and Claire felt her empty bladder pulse, “that’s enough. Stupid or suicidal-- depends on the day doesn’t it? Or maybe,” Dean shifted to press fully against her back and all the things Claire had been trying not to think about in connection with this man burst across her mind at the feel of his body, hard and heavy and so much bigger, “you just can’t feel it unless it hurts. That why you hate it at Jody’s?”

“I don’t hate it at Jody’s,” Claire denied even though she did hate it, she hated everything about it, she hated it for being warm and safe and she hated Jody for trying so hard to wrap her in softness and she hated Alex for her sneering contempt and she hated the constant reminders that she didn't belong with decent people any more she hated hated hated--

“Course you do. No action there. Room’s too quiet, bed’s too big. I take you back you’ll just take off again.” Dean set the point of Claire’s knife against the tender spot just below her eye. “Maybe I should cut your face so you can see how goddamned stupid you are every time you look in the mirror. Or maybe,” the point dug upward just enough to prick the skin, “I’ll take one of your eyes. Can’t hunt with no depth perception.”

In mockery, Claire searched for her courage. “You wouldn’t. Castiel wouldn’t let you.”

“Cute. You still praying to him? Don’t bother. When I left him I warned him I’d kill him next time I saw him. Now where were we? Right,” he growled, “trying to get it through your,” Claire whimpered as he pulled at her hair for emphasis, “thick fucking head you got no business Hunting. Hamstrings? Slice off your thumbs?” Dean slid the knife’s tip down her ribs until it poked just under the last one. “You didn’t know that vampire had his girlfriends covering the outside. I’m the only reason you haven’t been turned. Fucker had a type. Pretty young blondes. Were you going to cut his head off before or after you blew him?”

A whimpering sob peeped out of Claire’s mouth.

“Answer me,” Dean growled as he yanked her hair hard enough to rip some out.

“Before,” Claire said.

“Bullshit. You’d’ve hid your machete in a different place. Suck his brains out then deliver the coup de grace."

“Speaking from experience?” Claire smarted off.

Snarling something Claire didn’t catch, Dean threw her knife across the room. From behind, his knees shoved between her legs, one by one. Six inches taller, at least eighty pounds heavier, and -- Claire could feel it even through layers of fabric -- an adult male body doing predictably adult male things. If she’d been scared before--

“Think you’re a big girl.” Dean’s free hand fastened to her tit and squeezed. His pointer finger curled around her nipple and his thumb gripped in a vicious pinch. Heat raced straight down between her legs. On their own her hips tilted back, her pussy seeking a touch that wasn’t there. “Big girl tries to get the upper hand by being a fucking pricktease.” Dean shifted and those parts Claire had been trying to forget Dean had slotted in between her butt cheeks. She sucked back a sob. How did he know exactly how to handle her? “Good thing Randy stuck to taking pictures of you in the shower and selling your dirty underwear. You wouldn’t last a fucking week working the streets. That baby doll face and that fuck-you attitude’s catnip to the kind of bastard that likes breaking little girls.”

“Like you?” Claire snapped before she could stop herself.

A dark chuckle made Dean’s body rumble. His hips swayed and he grunted as his erection ground into her through their sleep clothes. “I don’t break my toys. Not until I’m done with them.” Claire fought as Dean flipped her over and it didn’t make any difference. A hard pull at her neck and her T-shirt shredded down the front. Another hard yank and her shorts flew away in pieces. Clamping one of her thighs between his, Dean shoved his hand in between her legs. The last of Claire’s bravado broke and disappeared when he found her slick and wet. Grinning, he stuffed her cunt with his first two fingers and rubbed her clit with his palm. Claire gasped. Like that bitch at the group home suggested she tried to find a safe place in her mind to go, somewhere to hide while her body did what it was going to do--

“Ah, no you don’t,” Dean grunted. His free hand seized her jaw. “You’re gonna look me in the eye, while I make you come.” The hand fucking up into her pressed, twisted, and Claire moaned. She shut her eyes and Dean’s hand locked around her throat. “Open your eyes and look at me, or I’ll break your fucking neck.”

Claire opened her eyes and sobbed out another moan. Her traitor body arched in Dean’s grip and he grunted, pleased. She wasn’t trying to fight her way free and they both knew it. Pussy juice flowed from her like blood from a slit wrist. Claire’s chest heaved as she fought for air. Dean’s eyes were cool as he watched her break apart, changing the motion of his fingers inside her or the pressure of his hand on her pussy according to what he saw in her face. As he made her come harder and hotter than she’d ever come in her life.

Then he did it again.

And again.

It went on a long time, and it got very bad. Dean broke her to pieces before he even got around to getting rid of his clothes. His cock was big and hot and Claire could feel it tearing into her where she was softest. Dean feasted on her all over, leaving dark bruises and bloody toothprints everywhere on her fair skin. It hurt, worse than anything.

Then he made her beg for more.

Then he turned her loose and told her, “Your turn. Do your worst.”

Claire attacked, and Dean laughed as she dug the skin off his chest.

At one point Claire found herself riding Dean hard as she could, biting the blood out of his neck as he goaded her into biting deeper and tearing harder. Against him Claire’s strength was worthless and her rage was a joke. The edge of mockery never left his eyes. To break her and rebuild her into something his, Dean didn’t need a rack. He was the rack.

When he finally got bored, Dean kicked Claire out of his bed. Literally. Claire cried out as she hit the floor, naked and bleeding from everywhere. Dean’s come blobbed out of her cunt, trickled from her ass, coated her throat in slime. “Go wash yourself,” grunted the thing wearing the skin of someone who’d been kind to her once. “You’re fucking filthy.” --- Dreams are crushed abandon hope, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm still fighting I don't give in, This is where I'm going. The glass is shattered. The curtain is down. I keep on moving-- I always will. --- “Jesus Christ, what happened?” Jody demanded, examining Claire’s black eye.

“Hunt went bad,” Claire grunted, ears pricked for the sound of Dean’s car. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

That was pretty much the last thing she and Jody ever said to each other. In the daylight hours Claire walked the town, checking every sliver of shadow and jumping at every unexpected noise. At night she lay in Jody’s too-soft bed, her pussy burning with heat and her brain writhing with nightmares. It was like she was back in those horrible months recovering from letting Castiel possess her, but worse. She’d never fingered herself off to those memories, again and again. Never bit through her own skin as she fucked herself with whatever would fit. Never collapsed against the sheets, overloaded and unsated.

“You need to tell us where he is,” Sam said. Jody reached for Claire’s hand. Claire suffered the touch for a few minutes before she pulled away. “Dean is not himself right now and he’s dangerous.”

“No fuck Freddo,” Claire scoffed.

“Claire!” Jody gasped.

“You’ve seen him.” It wasn’t a question. “What happened?” Castiel asked, staring at her in that inhuman way he had.

“I don’t know where he is, okay?” Claire said. Her vision was tunneling and her chest felt heavy and achy. Her legs shook as she stumbled up from the table. “End of story.”

Castiel grabbed her arm with her father’s hand. “That is not--"

Claire swung and popped him in the mouth. It was like hitting a rock. “Let GO!” Claire screamed.

“Claire what the hell--” Sam? Jody? Claire didn’t know, couldn’t care. Her arm bruised in Castiel’s grip as she tore free. The next thing she remembered was sitting on the floor with her head on her knees as people who couldn’t reach where she was talked around her like she was diseased or something.

--not sleeping and she’s self-harming--

--he wouldn’t--

--eighteen people--

--she’s been acting like--

--he’s in thrall to the mark--

--i’m not listening to this--

--he’s capable of anything now--

Anything, yeah. Claire’s body burned with the memory of anything. First touch she’s been able to really feel in forever. Jody and Alex couldn’t reach her. Dean could.

When you get sick of being a civilian again, meet me at these coordinates. He’d made her recite them, over and over.

When she slipped away for good she took nothing but her angel sword. He met her in an abandoned barn. He fucked her there too, making Claire scream as she came pressed up against the cold steel of the car.

“You can run if you want to,” Dean told her as he left her phone and the ruins of her panties on the barn’s dirty floor. “I’ll find you. It’s you and me now, baby. You and me.” --- You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. You are pain to me. And I volunteer to stick my hand my heart my soul inside. --- They lived on the move, a step ahead of the law and Heaven and Hell and Sam. Claire felt herself disappear into the job. She tried to get away from him a few times, chasing some longing for home and safety. Dean always found her. Her scar collection grew.

Miami, a pack of ghouls.

Little Egg Harbor, a coven of Siberian witches.

Fort Collins, a gang of shapeshifters.

Salt Lake City, the King of Hell as he begged and wept like a bitch, Dean grinning and thanking him for the Mark of Cain.

Sacramento, an oni.

Dearborn, a djinn.

The Colony, Castiel. Dean left the deathblow to Claire. The angel hadn’t begged. Just stared at her with eyes she saw every day in the mirror, full of pain before he burned out of her father’s corpse like the twist of energy he actually was. Dean built the pyre and stood with her as the body burned. Claire wept in his arms all night, and never cried again after.

City after city, case after case. Sam stayed a step behind, like the mud caked around the car’s fenders.

Finally, Claire sat behind Baby’s wheel as Dean and Sam had their final conversation inside some derelict house in some city somewhere. “He’ll live,” Dean grunted when he got back, motioning for Claire to slide over. He didn’t tell her to never mention Sam’s name again. He didn’t need to. --- You (how does it make you feel?) Are (how does it make you feel?) Pain to me. (how . . . does it feel?) --- Claire hasn’t thought of running away in a while. Where would she go? Dean keeps her fed, sheltered, gives her mission and purpose. Together they save people and kill monsters. So what if Dean doesn’t really respect or like her and uses her like a slut? He cares for her more than anyone has since an angel possessed her dad and crucified her life.

Claire does what she has to-- make it do or do without. ---

AN2: The scariest thing to me about Dean under the influence of the Mark of Cain was watching how he treated women. That degree of casual cruelty is fucking terrifying, and that's before we factor in Dean's physical power and vast experience in inflicting pain. Claire -- with her anger issues and her death wish and her brazen overconfidence -- is very lucky she didn't run into Dean before Dean hit the wall and summoned Death.

[killuaisaprincess]

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[reclusiverisottonero]

May i request some Headcanons beauty and the beast au with Risotto?

But reader is actually pretty chill to be kidnapped since they were suppose to marry some asshole a la Gaston, but dosent have a cool dad like Belle, so they are fine to be in a fancy castel. Maybe even too much fine.

"haha how tall are you??"

"...2 meters? 2 meters and 30 with the horns?"

"With the horns, haha, you are soooo funny...wanna fuck?"

Sorry but im a sucker for awkard big monster and their freak monsterfucker s/o

God i love the trope where character A kidnaps character B and then finds out that B is just totally fine with it and throwing A for a loop because they didn't see it coming. Its just so fucking funny to me. Oh and monster fucking is great too! Okay but for real, I love this prompt.

I uh, don't think I made Risotto as awkward as you were looking for here, though I hope you still like this! I've actually never written anything like this before so any feedback would be great! 😃

HCs with Monster!Risotto/gn!Reader, Beauty and the Beast AU...Sort of?

Kinks/Warnings: "kidnapping", Risotto's failed attempts at being intimidating or scary in any way, oral sex & face sitting, monster fucking, size kink, knotting, cream pie, belly bulge.

✂️ You had gone out to the woods with the flimsy excuse of foraging for mushrooms and other herbs so you could be as far away from the man who was just not taking the hint you didn’t want anything to do with him. The number of times you turned down his marriage proposals has to at least be somewhere in the double digits by now. So busy thinking of ways to avoid this man you don’t notice the shadow of something lurking behind you until its massive form is nearly on top of you, and by then it’s too late. Your escape attempts don’t get you very far, tripping over a tangle of raised tree roots you land face first into unconsciousness.

✂️ You wake up in a bed with throbbing pain across the side of your face. That’s not as important to you as the hulking beast looming over your bedside. Your gaze begins at the sight of abs chiseled by the gods, blanketed with a dusting of silver-white fur that's thicker along the flanks of the torso. Held up by thighs that look ready to burst the trousers they’re covered up with at the seams from how thick they are. Hairy arms rest at the sides, ending with black claw-tipped fingers on giant hands. A thrill shoots through your gut as you tilt your head back to look further up at the bare chest, the dusky brown nipples almost mesmerizing. You clench your thighs hard when you tilt back even more to look at the face of the one all this beauty belongs to. Oh god, he has horns too.

✂️ “What were you doing trespassing on my property?” The man-beast asks with a growl, like he’s annoyed to be dealing with you. His unique eyes tell you differently, peer down at you with a curiosity that makes the flares of heat inside you crackle. In your flustered stupor at taking in his appearance you start to giggle, and his lip curls just enough for you to peak at the sharp teeth hiding behind them. There’s no mistaking the leer on your face as you look over his body. His expression falters, and is that a blush you can see? You bite your lip as his deep voice grits out with a bit of bewilderment, “Who are you?”

✂️ An awkward series of introductions and explanations go on from there but Risotto is unmoved by your honest mistake of wandering onto his lands, “There’s been a group of hunters trying to kill me for the better part of a year. I can’t let you leave and risk you telling someone I’m here in this castle.” Risotto's tone holds an authority that leaves no room for argument, “You have two options: Live here the rest of your days, or die.” You grin at those choices, causing Risotto to take a step back. Either one is a death sentence in his eyes and here you are happy about it?! When you tell him you’d like to stay it confuses him even more, “But...why?”

✂️ “Well, if you’d wanted to kill me you could’ve done so to begin with,” You slide out of bed to size yourself up next to his towering form. Risotto has to be a little over two meters from what you can tell, more if you count his horns. It's obvious he’s someone used to having his orders obeyed without question, clearly not accustomed to the type of attention he’s receiving from you, “Something tells me though, that you don’t wanna do that,” He growls low as you get closer but doesn’t make any efforts to stop you from pressing yourself up against his front. “I get the feeling you want company and are just looking for an excuse for it.” You trace your hands along the divots of his hairy abs, through the coarse fur to press your palms against his nipples, “Tell me, Risotto, how long have you been alone in this castle?”

✂️ Risotto doesn’t bother to restrain himself, he lunges for you with a breathy growl of: “Too fucking long.” Next thing you know you're thrown onto the bed on your back, legs wrapped tight around his torso and big mouth covering your own in a sloppy kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth and Risotto lets you adjust the angle of his head with a chuff so your lips slot together better. It tugs at your heart how content Risotto seems to be with just a simple make out session, making you wonder if he’s been without even normal touch for this long as well as intimacy. When Risotto’s kisses start to taper out into soft pecks and licks down your neck, you reach for the trousers housing the massive outline of his cock. The change in scenery as he shows off his strength to lift you and roll you both over is dizzying with how much raw need it sends through your gut.

✂️ You’re arranged to sit on his chest and the sound of your clothes ripping apart brings you back to the present. “I need to prepare you. It’ll hurt if I don’t.” Risotto grunts, straight to the point. He tosses aside the frayed remains of your clothes and you flush under the hungry gaze of his red-black eyes. “Hm, can’t use my fingers, either.” He emphasizes that with the light brush of his claws over the tops of your thighs. There’s a brief silence that Risotto uses to think of how to proceed, before you watch his wide shoulders shrug and he takes you by the hips to let your thighs cage his head in between. “Is this okay?” Your crotch is just inches away from his mouth, the light puffs of his breath on your sex sending shivers through you. When you nod he hums out, “Don’t let me hurt you.” and well, that's the last thing he says for a long, long while.

✂️ Risotto eats you out like he’s starved and you have to hold onto his horns to keep balance. Your grip at the base of them makes him moan against your entrance, his hands on your waist pushing you forward to encourage humping his face with abandon. Risotto opens you up with his long, thick tongue for what feels like an age. Lets you ride him until his face is soaked with release after release. Until your inner walls hug soft and comfortable around the slick intrusion of his tongue. As satisfied as you are right now, you still want more. You turn to find his cock already out of his trousers. Watching the thick vein along the shaft pulsing makes your mouth water. Hard and blurting out a downright obscene amount of precum onto his abs. Risotto grunts when you take him in hand and god, you can’t even get your grip completely around it. You circle the head of his cock with your thumb, causing it to twitch.

✂️ Only after triple checking with you that this is still what you want Risotto lets you shuffle backwards until the tip of his cock brushes against your hole. Risotto quakes underneath you as you start to sink down on his cock, yet still his hands massage along your hips and thighs in an effort to distract from any discomfort. Large knuckles drawing circles against your sex and you think there will be no end to your descent until you suddenly bottom out with a gasp. Risotto hands shootout to take the bedding in a death grip. Sharp claws digging into fabric with an audible rip. The soft, desperate noises Risotto makes as you shift around to get comfortable around his cock would seem adorable if you weren’t feeling the same as he is right now. Both you and Risotto look down to see the faint outline of it along your lower body and the moan Risotto let out at the sight vibrates throughout your body hard enough to make you see stars.

✂️ Your efforts to ride his cock are admirable, but Risotto can tell you’re struggling. With shaky hands he takes you by the waist and begins to move you up and down his length, the size of you worth nothing in the face of his inhuman strength and need. Your moan of relief morphs into a reedy whine as Risotto’s girth slides along all the right spots inside of you to draw out your cries. It’s only a few moments later Risotto shamelessly murmurs out a gravelly, “‘M close,” and tries to pull you off his cock only to stop when you dig your hands into his fur to stay in place, “Nngh, you don’t understand. I don’t, ah! St-Stop squeezing around me like that! I don’t cum like a normal human!” He half shouts, half moans, “If my knot inflates inside of you I could rip you apart!”

✂️ “I think I can handle it,” You’re not so naive to be ignorant of what Risotto speaks of. You read to an obsessive degree, of equal amounts fiction and educational texts. The veterinary illustrations you’ve seen were only intellectual curiosities that now serve in a way you didn’t think would be possible, “Now stop being such a gentleman and take what you want—whoa!” Risotto flips back over to press you into the mangled bedding, folding you in half to do exactly what you’ve instructed. The angle has your eyes rolling back and clenching around him just so that it only takes a few more thrusts until he’s pumping thick ropes of cum inside of you. Risotto doesn’t stop until his knot well and truly ties you both together. It swells faster than you anticipated, but Risotto’s hand returns to your sex to mix the pain with your pleasure to make you a twitching, crying mess as you cum around his cock.

✂️ Risotto grunts and trembles from above, cock twitching hard inside of you. No doubt cumming again from the grip you currently have on him. So much of it that you can feel it leaking out of you from around his knot. Slowly he arranges you on your sides and stuffs pillows around your exhausted body to support you as you sag into his chest. There is a strange noise filling up the space of the room, realizing it’s a purring sound emanating from deep within Risotto’s chest you can’t help but giggle. He chuckles in turn, wrapping a comforting arm around you, “I’m sorry but you’re going to be stuck to me for a while, so try to get some rest. We’ll figure out where to go from here...after.” You hum in response. As the comfort of his purring starts to make you drift off to sleep, you wonder if this castle has a library.

BONUS—

🥓 “Keep searching, there has to be clues about what happened to them!” Prosciutto shouts to the search party he’s accumulated to help find you. He refuses to believe you would so willingly vanish without a trace, cursing himself for not stopping you from going into the forest in the first place. He’s warned you again and again about the monster that skulks this part of the woods. Prosciutto saw that thing with his own eyes, a horned, wild hybrid of man and beast that had to be spawned from the womb of the devil themself. He should’ve cleaved his sword into its skull then and there.

🥓 Pesci calls out to him from not far off, and he races to the clearing where minor shreds of your clothing and specks of your blood stains a gnarl of upturned roots. Prosciutto spits out more curses before commending Pesci on such a great find. The only explanation for this is that the monster got to you before he could, and stole you away to its lair which he’s yet to find. While it’s something to start with, Prosciutto won’t be satisfied until he’s either found your remains, or you’re safe and whole in his arms.

🥓 He will save you. He will save you. Once he’s brought you back to the village and killed the beast that dared lay its hands on you, you’ll finally see that he’s worthy of the title of husband. No one could possibly turn down a proposal from the one that saved their life from such horrid circumstances. His place by your side is all but guaranteed. Making sure that monster won’t hurt anyone ever again will just be a nice bonus. Prosciutto’s already wondering where he’ll display its horn in his den.

BONUS BONUS—

I wanted to talk about some ideas I had with this AU. I’m probably not ever going to write a full blown fic so anyone reading this feel free to take these ideas and roll with them in your own story! 

Risotto and Prosciutto’s family had a generations-long feud for reasons that have since been lost to time. Risotto & his cousin were some of the few remaining members of the Nero family left. Risotto’s cousin was like a father/older brother (or mom/sister) to him. His cousin is brutally murdered during negotiations to marry the rival families sons/daughters so as to bring an end to the feuding for good. Risotto goes on a long, bloody, bitter revenge quest. He almost wipes out the entire rival family—many which had nothing to do with or knew of plans for the murder, including children—before Prosciutto’s grandmother (this part of the AU takes place during her generation when she’s a young woman, and she’s a secret witch!) places a curse on Risotto to change him into a beast. With his cousin dead and Risotto forced into seclusion because of the curse the Nero family dies out and falls to ruin.

Instead of loving and being loved like in the Disney film the only way to break the curse is for Risotto to let go of the bitterness, the hate and vengeance in his heart. Not just the hate for Prosciutto’s family but the hate he has for himself and for the things he’s done in the name of revenge. He also has intense depression, survivor's guilt and PTSD from watching his cousin be murdered. For decades Risotto stays in hiding, those negative feelings keeping him numb on the inside. A beast that wants to die but for some reason keeps on moving forward.

Until the Reader shows up of course! 😁

Prosciutto isn’t exactly a Gaston insert in this AU and not an outright misogynist (as the Reader is gn in this story), he is more just someone that feels entitled to the Reader’s love because of either his high standing in the village or noble status. I can’t decide which explanation is better. Either way, he was raised a bit spoiled as one of the handful of children in his generation and very entitled because of it. Prosciutto is completely ignorant to the feud and what happened during his grandmother’s time, she told him that illness almost ended their line.

He thinks Risotto to be some horror story come to life and nothing more. Risotto is equally as ignorant to which family Prosciutto belongs to, only seeing Pros as nuisance to his quiet days of brooding while taking long walks through the forest. Risotto just wants to be emo in peace goddamnit!

Prosciutto’s grandmother is now the matriarch of the family, and holds deep shame over what transpired between them and the Nero’s. She becomes head of her family a few years after cursing Risotto and vows to lead them to be better than their ancestors who started this pointless feuding. Watching how her only grandson acts, she now worries she did not do as good a job as she had hoped.

And that's all I got! If you read this far I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for sticking it out through such a long post! 💖

[aboardthehavocmarauder]

Loss

The Bad Batch (PLATONIC) • They/Them Pronouns • Medic!Reader • ANGST/SFW • TW: Anxiety Attacks / Nightmares / Triggers

Requested by: Anon

You’ll save m-me right?

I-It’s not that bad, I-I-I’ll be okay

Please…I don’t wanna die

Y/N jolts awake feeling their chest tighten and the air fail to reach. They fisted the sheets for some form of purchase but the antagonizing struggle to catch a single breath.

Eventually, the medic managed to get up and roam the halls of Kamino late at night in search for the medbay. Hopefully a sedative cocktail will knock them out enough to still function the next morning.

“Y/N?” The voice cut through Y/N’s current rushing thoughts but they immediately came back and tuned said voice out.

Ignoring it, Y/N walked past it as they entered the medbay only to feel a hand grab them. Without any chance to recuperate, Y/N forced their arm back accidentally elbowing the medicine cabinet behind them breaking the glass. Then it came clear that it was Tech speaking to them. He quickly grabbed their shoulders making them look at him.

“Take a deep breath. Come on” Tech inhales waiting for Y/N to mimic as they did a few seconds after, then exhaled after holding for a moment. “Okay, again”

This went on for a while…

Next thing you know, Y/N was treating Tech’s plasma burn after he helped them get a bacta patch on their elbow. They avoided eye contact the entire time but Tech wasn’t going to leave until he felt okay enough to let them be alone.

“What were you coming in for?”

“To help you?”

“I didn’t comm you because it is 3am” Tech frowns watching their hands tremble slightly. “You had an anxiety attack, and are still suffering from such”

“It’s…it’s uh. It’s really nothing Tech, I’m fine”

“You can be honest with me, Y/N” He frowns watching them finish the bandage before taking their hand into his. “What is happening?”

“I-I feel like…the more stuck I am here…the more death I’ll face and I can’t lose anymore…”

“Well if this is about clo—-“

“You’re not expendable. You’re my family and it hurts watching you die” The few tears that fell were immediately taken care of by Tech’s gentle touch of his fingers brushing them away.

“Do you want to be left alone, or would you like me to stay? Or even better…”

Didn’t take long for the medic to find themself snuggled up in Tech’s crushing embrace as he found several studies about cuddling or a tight enough embrace can reduce stress. Maker knows he needed this as well.

•

“He’s gone…” Fives frowns feeling the weight build on his chest after telling Y/N the news. “H-He just…I-I…” he handed off the damaged helmet that belonged to Echo watching Y/N shake as they took a hold of his damaged helmet. “…I-I know it’s not protocol but this…it’s been three weeks…”

“I can give you a sedative, Fives. B-But uh. You’re shipping out soon so”

“I-It’s fine. I’ll see what Kix could do for me later but I just…”

Neither of them found the words anymore and Y/N did what he requested while also informing Kix in case of anything.

Another late night for the medic trying to keep it together for their patients while dealing with the news. Finding themselves staying late and lost in thought.

Echo…

Y/N held their chest feeling the same tightness as before return but remembered the breathing techniques Tech informed them of. But as much as it helped, the sobbing still remained. When the door opened to the medbay, their annoyance came out with a groan. Mainly toward themselves for crying still when someone had entered the room.

Then the way his crushing embrace was more of a soothing one this time around. Y/N leaned back into Wrecker’s embrace letting the tears continue to fall as he didn’t ask them what’s wrong. They’d tell him when they’re ready and that piece of knowledge was all they needed to know that they’re okay to fall apart.

Around the right people…

•

“Welcome back, Y/L/N” Hunter greets the medic who’s no longer working in the facilities and back on the field with their squadron.

“This rotation better not be chaotic like all the other ones”

“No promises” Cross chimes in as he walks past the two to load up his weapon’s locker and everything he’ll need for the mission.

“You four still owe me a drink by the way”

“We’ll get you one when we stop by Courscant and hit up 79’s” Hunter wraps an arm around their medic smiling to himself. It’s nice having them back. Their work shore leave lasted too long for his comfort.

Things…took a turn for the worse

Injury Report: Clone Force 99 (aka The Bad Batch)

CT-9901 (Hunter): Small laceration on the face, bruising on the arms and soreness followed.

CT-9902 (Wrecker): Blow to the head resulting in unconsciousness, head lac (stitched and disinfected)

CT-9903 (Tech): Dislocation in the right shoulder (if still in pain upon arrival to Kamino, he’ll be put in a bacta tank), medium lactations from bomb shrapnel in the left side of his torso (stitched and disinfected)

CT-9904 (Crosshair): Will need to be put in bacta tank given his right broken femur

Y/N finished the report after they had checked the three placed in the bunks on the Marauder. They gave both Tech and Crosshair sedatives to sleep through the flight as Wrecker was already unconscious but he was showing good signs of waking soon. Hunter took care of piloting when he needed to other than auto.

Hunter froze for a second when he heard rapid heart beating and thought one of his brothers was in distress. A quick switch to auto as he got up to check the bunks seeing that they were fine in their sleeping bliss. So obviously.

He could die if you missed something

His vitals were strange at first, they could spike or tank again

He can die. He can di—-

“Y/N?”

The medic quickly looks up from their reports squeezing the datapad trying to calm down but Hunter’s worry got the best of him. He found a comfy spot right beside Y/N on the floor of the storage compartment wrapping his arm around their shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

“…nothing. It’s Uhm…I don’t know Hunter”

“Just. Say everything on your mind and I’ll help you the best I can” Hunter smiles knowing the right things to say, and knowing exactly what to do for his medic…his friend…his family.

Talking about Echo hurt, talking about all the lives they’ve lost hurt, and internalizing it didn’t help their life.

But Hunter made sure of it…that nothing more would happen. No more loss…he’ll do his best to make sure nothing ever affects them such a way so negatively…

•

Crosshair, stubborn as he was, hated being in bacta for so long. He felt sick every time he got in and out of it. No matter how long the period was. When his brothers recovered and cleared, he still was forced to stay behind.

And Y/N refused to leave him alone. Granted he’s not a huge fan of medical droids…

______

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME” The new sniper snaps at the droids trying to strap him to the table to check his injures and sedate him.

“Cross. We—They need to check you out” a nervous analyst tried to calm his brother as the sniper grabbed one of the droids tossing it into the wall screaming out of anger and pain.

“S-Should I grab him?” The quieter brute asks his brother with no facial tattoo as he tried approaching the sniper who started shaking out of anxiety pushing over another droid and flinching to the clash.

None of the four heard the double doors open as the Kaminoan lead the new medic into the room to assist the situation. Before immediately ducking when the smaller transport droid was tossed toward their direction.

“What should we do?”

“H-He’s hurt. He’s going to pass out”

“Or hurt himself more”

“Excuse me…” The medic caught the three’s attention while the sniper continued to do his thing. “May I?”

The obvious leader got out of their way pulling his smaller brother close to him as the brute acted as a shield in case of anything. But the four brothers watched as the droids stopped approaching and suddenly turned off. The sniper quickly turning to the medic seeing the remote in hand that handles control for every droid in the room at that time. He suddenly held himself stepping back as his back pressed against the wall while they slowly approach moving a few droids move along the way.

“Next time request for me to assist your injuries. Clearly, droids aren’t your favorite” They said as softly as they could watching him relax a tad. “Can I get a name?”

“CT—-“

“No, I know you have a name…You’re not a number”

The tension instantly relieved itself in the room as the sniper softens before them.

“C-Crosshair…” Cross sheepishly admits that’s what he picked his name to be as the medic held their hands out for him to take carefully.

“Nice to meet you Crosshair, now can I please assess your injuries?”

“I-Uhm—“

“It’s Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t let anybody else touch you okay? We’ll take this one step at a time”

______

The sniper sat up in the bacta bath as all he needed was for his lower half to be submerged. He watches his medic take inventory of all the travel patches, put in new orders for certain medicines, check his vitals every ten minutes, put in orders for future exams to other patients, and practically do their job when they were stationed in Kamino. But every now and then, his medic would sit beside him for ten minutes of each hour to read over old cases. Deceased cases. The sadness in their face only made him upset and every time he tried to talk, it was usually at the end of the ten minutes before they got back up to work again.

Then when it was about time to be taken out of the bacta tank for the night and carefully placed on a bed to sleep the night, Crosshair suddenly grabbed their wrist to keep them from leaving and looked them square in the eye.

“I know when you’re not okay, and you don’t have to tell me…But I’m here. In any way possible” Cross frowns releasing their wrist as Y/N stood for a moment before walking away from his bed to turn the main medbay lights off letting the night ones turn on. He was expecting them to leave but to his surprise, Y/N pulled a comfortable chair over to sleep in for the night.

Y/N sat beside him feeling the tears instantly roll off their face as Cross was quick to take care of a few.

“I don’t want to lose any of you”

“It’s going to take a lot to tear us apart” He reassures continuing to take care of the tears as he gently lifts their chin for them to lock eyes. “We’re not going anywhere…I’m not going anywhere”

[obesericewrites]

Hello author! <3 I am so so so excited for this If!! This seems like such an amazing concept and I can't wait for more!! Anyways though, how do you think the Ro's would react to being super duper close with MC in some sort of closet/hiding place, because they have to hide from an enemy? And MC decides to flirt with the RO when they realize the predicament their in?👀 what might their reactions be?Thank you so much, hope ur having a great day/night!!

I’m so happy that your excited for this! It’s a project I’ve been wanting to do so I’m so glad so many people are happy for it! Now for the ask itself…

The scenario; you and the RO are locked in a closet hiding from a bounty hunter. (This is a bit long, sorry but I had so much fun with my first ask! Was definitely a little bit to excited to write this 💀)

M: You shifted around in their lap as their whole upper half towered over you. Both of their hands where on either side of your head while their face stared directly at the door mere inches away from their face. A tug at the end of your lip tilted upwards and you couldn’t help yourself but have a little fun in this situation. “What’s up good looking? If you wanted me alone you could’ve just asked.” As soon as the words left your mouth two sharp eyes meet yours. M stared at you for a moment and you could see the wheels turning in their head, trying to make sense of what you just said. You can see the moment click as their eyes widen comically under their mask and their whole body goes rigid. “I — no-I didn’t— hunter. Outside now.” M splutter gruffly moving their face closer to yours, speaking to you as if you where a child. But you can see it in their eyes, how the burning annoyance in their eyes is mixed with another type of heat you can help but want to play with.

S: You grunted as both of your bodies where tightly pressed together. You attempt to shift around before a sharp hiss cuts you off. “Stop moving.” “I can’t help it!” You snap back, glaring back at the heated scowl that was being sent your way. “Yes you can help it, you’re the one who got our cover blown.” You rolled your eyes at their half-assed argument. In your defense, how where you supposed to know that the hunter would be in that exact shop in the market? Staring at S’s screwed up face you decided you’d had enough, time to fight fire with fire. “Is that an angry inch in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You wished you could’ve had the face they just made framed on your wall. Their jaw on the floor, eyes wider than dinner plates filled with incredulously and their body flinching back like they’ve been slapped. “Wow- Really, you wanna do this now, darlin?” S set their jaw and evil smile gracing their face as they pressed their body closer to you, their hot breath beating close to your face. “The way I see it, I’m the one who’s got you pinned. Why don’t you just try to keep your mouth shut will I do my job, huh?” Oh dear..

B: You held on to them as their crutches sat abandoned on the floor a few feet away from your hiding place. Your hands rested underneath their lower thighs as their body rested against the door. “Are they gone?” B whispered, you shook your head. Hearing the distant sounds of things being thrown around, you couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of cleaning the mess they would leave. You turn your face back towards B when you hear the loud sigh that leave their mouth. “You alright? Your leg not hurting to much?” They shook their head and shifted. “No-no I’m fine, I’m just…” They look away from you, seeming to find everything but your face much more interesting to look at. “Your hands. Could you, uh, raise them a bit more I’m slipping.” Your eyebrows jumped a bit as B’s face flushed with embarrassment. Though you move quickly to hold them properly, you knew a little teasing would be fun. “Oh, B, I knew you where falling for me but this is a bit much. At least take me to dinner first before you have me start feeling you up.” They barely muffle the squawk that escapes their mouth before they slap a hand over it to smother the noise. “MC!” They hiss in a scolding tone. “We are in a life or death situation! Now is not the time!” They snap, though not matter how dim the light was you could still see their pale face turn into a shade of red that would make a rose jealous. Yeah, their was no way you’d let this go, this was at least a weeks worth of teasing material.

[bigstrongbravebennett]

Proposal Headcannons

Killua x reader, gon x reader, kurapika x reader

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ dont come at me haha

Warnings: this might suck b@lls idk.

Kurapika x reader

⛓️You guys started dating during the hunter exam.

⛓️It took a while for kurapika to warm up to you. but soon he couldnt even leave your side

⛓️so basically its been at least 3-5 years now since you started dating. (maybe less)

⛓️So basically one day our lovely vengeful boi decided he was gonna plan something special for you.

⛓️As soon as he got home he had already told you to go get ready. when you asked why he didnt tell you.

⛓️you were confused but did as told. you finished getting ready and walked out to kurapika who immediately grabbed you by the hand and took you somewhere

⛓️it was a nice area out in the open with a couple trees that had formed in a crescent moon shape, the sun was setting in the open area and there were bunches of flowers growing around the area too.

⛓️you smiled at how pretty it was there and once you guys settled kurapika told you to close your eyes. so you did.

⛓️When he told you to open your eyes you gasped, your hands flew to your mouth and you teared up. he was down on one knee and he held a beautiful ring with a (gem of choice) on it.

⛓️”Y/n L/n..” he said nervously. “Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me..?”

⛓️You stood there shocked then nodded. “Yes! i will!”

⛓️he smiled and put the ring on your finger, then standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist. he then kissed you gently on the lips and hoped this moment would never end.

Killua x Reader

⚡You and killua had started dating after the hunter exam.

⚡it had been at least 7-9 years that you two were together.

⚡One day while you were at work, he was at home fiddling with a small box the size of a kiwifruit. he sighed as he put it in an empty drawer in his nightstand next to your guys’s shared bed.

⚡once you got home this boi was like a literal cat. he got up very quickly and darted out of the room towards you and hugged you, picking you up and placing many kisses all over your face.

⚡It made him happy just to be in the same room as you. let alone getting to hug you.

⚡this precious bean quickly brought you to the dining room where he had (favorite meal) already cooked and set out.

⚡He glanced at you and smirked when he saw you smiling.

⚡”C’mon lets eat!” he said, quickly sitting you down and he sat down too.

⚡once you both finished eating and got cleaned up killua pulled the small box out of the nightstand and ran infront of you and quickly got on one knee, holding the open box infront of him

⚡”Y/n l/n! will you be my sugar cube forever and accept this ring? y’know, cuz i wanna marry you and all-”

⚡You giggled, on the brim of tears and nodded. he put the ring on your finger and smiled, standing up and kissing you gently on the lips, many.. many times..

⚡you both fell back onto the bed and kept kissing 👀

⚡time to leave yall on a cliffhanger haha suffer

Gon x Reader

🌱like killua, you guys started dating after the hunter exam.

🌱gon had asked you out once he found out you both could be hunters together.

🌱Basically You and gon both worked as hunters together. you both had just finished a little training session and were walking home.

🌱Gon hummed as he put his hands in his pockets and his eyes widened.

🌱he really forgot about the ring box in his pocket. 🤦

🌱he glanced at you and smirked slightly. he pulled you aside because he couldnt wait anymore.

🌱you were confused but he quickly got on one knee and pulled out the box and opened it, revealing the ring to you as you gasped.

🌱”Y/n! will you marry me and make me the happiest person alive?”

🌱His smile grew as you nodded. “Yes! yes of course i will!”

🌱He stood up and kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck gently as you two kissed.

🌱hahahahahaha this was short and hehehhehehehehehe sufferrrrrrr it has come to an end

[angelatmidnight1]

Do you have any lee Bloodhound headcannons?

Omg yes, lee!Hound is my favorite! I added some ler headcanons too if that’s okay because I think they’re mischievous on the down low.

Bloodhound Tickle Headcanons

Lee-

You think the famed hunter of the Outlands is ticklish?

Because you’d be right.

It’s not something that they think about often, though; they keep to themselves and keep the other Legends at a comfortable distance.

So when they get a swift reminder from Fusey, or a more mischievous Legend like Octane, they nearly jump outta their skin.

They’re very sensitive.

It’s difficult to tickle them with all the armor they wear; so, you have to go for a less padded spot like their armpits, ribs, or hips.

Poking them will make them gasp and snicker.

Once their cover is blown, they get a 6th sense and become more vigilant to tickle attacks.

If you really wanna get them, you have to wait until a) they are engrossed in a task and momentarily let their guard down. Or b) you just go for it, because you most likely won’t get another opportunity.

Their giggles start out quiet and they try to reason with you.

“(Y/N) plehehease, I beg of you. Dohohon’t do this.”

Their hips are their worst spot, and not even the Allfather can help them reel in the burst of laughter when tickled there.

Steady laughter will turn into desperate cackles if you tickle their hips long enough.

At that point, the ticklish sensations increase tenfold.

Teasing them makes them even more flustered since it draws attention to their sensitivity.

Overall, Hound isn’t an easy target for tickles but once you get them, you’ve got ‘em good.

Ler-

Hound doesn’t typically partake in tickling; they’re very reserved, and keep a comfortable distance from the other Legends. 

Even when others are being tickled, they usually don’t like to get involved, and will leave the room. 

They only intervened once in a tickle fight, trying to save you from Octane’s wrath, and Octane got them back so bad, they didn’t do it again. 

That is, until Fuse entered the equation. It took some time, a lot of time, but Hound eventually grew accustomed to allowing certain people into their space. 

So, they typically will not tickle anyone that they’re not close to…unless they’re out for retribution.

They’re more likely to hold a target still for someone else to tickle, ignoring any pleading, and will wait patiently until the ‘ler is finished. 

But, every now and then, Hound gets involved. They’ve been on the receiving end of tickling enough to have some familiarity into doing it to someone else. 

They’re a gentle, but methodical ‘ler; they pay close attention to the spots that make their lee squeal, but won’t attack them outright.

Instead, they take a slower and steadier approach to tickling. They squeeze and prod into less sensitive areas, and then descend on their lees’ worst spots without warning.

They’ve held many prey down on their own, and can usually keep their lees pinned with ease.

Their lee will know if they’re on Hound’s radar, and it’s super important to be vigilant, otherwise they’ll be ambushed. 

...Chances are, Hound’s lee will be ambushed anyway. Stealthy tickles are where they thrive.

They’re patient and will wait until their lee is alone and distracted. Then, they pounce. 

Again, Hound usually goes after those who’ve tickled them first, and they’ll only stop when they feel like the lee won’t pull the stunt again. 

But, if the lee is someone they’re closer to, like Fuse, Hound lets their walls down and becomes kind of playful. 

Training and tickling end up going hand and hand, and Hound usually ends up on top. They’ll tickle their lee and will urge them to try and fight back with the skills they’ve learned. 

If they don’t, or rather can’t, Hound backs off and thanks them for participating in a training session with them. 

But, just before everything is said and done, Hound will wait for their lee to be distracted again. Then, they’ll approach them and poke their side, saying something along the lines of…

““Your undivided attention is needed during the hunt, fèlagi fighter.”

[kraekat29]

Chapter Eight

Watching vampires play baseball was nothing short of incredible, I watched in awe as all of them seemed to do everything perfect.

I was calling them out and when Pope caught the ball right before Kiara hit home base I had no other choice, " You're out" I said and flinched as she stood and got in my face, " babe c'mon it's just a game!" Pope said but Kiara scoffed, walking past me and knocking her shoulder against mine.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Surprisingly the rest of the game went well- at least that's what we thought until Cleo sensed that something wasn't right.

It was other vampires and I was trapped, if JJ took me now my scent would be fresh, it was dangerous.

I took down my hair and hid behind JJ, I was praying that his plan would work out and I wouldn't be noticed, hopefully his scent would overpower mine.

The three vampires introduced themselves as James, Victoria, and Laurant, they had red eyes - human drinkers.

Heyward invited them to join the game in place of JJ and myself, the plan was going fine until wind came, I suddenly felt sick as JJ stiffened and James inhaled, " you brought a snack" James said with a smirk.

JJ growled and crouched down in front of me, I felt guilty, god why did I come here? I was more worried for his safety then my own.

And suddenly before I could blink JJ was dragging me towards the Jeep, " I shouldn't have reacted I'm sorry - James is a hunter I've just given him his most exciting game yet " he mumbled as he ran.

I wanted to tell him that everything was fine, that I was fine and not to blame himself but I couldn't bring myself to speak, until he started driving in the wrong direction to the Chateau, " wait no no no my brothers there! James could kill him " I said and he shook his head, " Pope and Kiara will watch over him" he said.

I held my ground, I couldn't risk John B being killed because of me, " just please let me handle this then I'll do whatever you want " I pled with him, I saw him debating it in his mind," five minutes" he growled and i'd never felt more relieved.

We stopped at the Chateau and I got out, already knowing my plan, " it's over JJ! Just get out!" I yelled and slammed the door in his face, phase one complete.

John B looked up from the couch, " is everything okay?" He asked," I just have to get out of here, I'm sorry " I said and grabbed my bag, " did JJ do something? Did he break up with you?" He asked and I shook my head, " I broke up with him" I said and shoved past him and into my room. JJ was already in there and handing me what to pack, " I can't hurt him.." I said quietly and JJ tilted my chin up, " do what you have to.." He said and then he was gone.

I took a deep breath and walked out, " I thought you liked him" John B said, " that's the problem I just can't do this, I need to go home " I said and he sighed, " Rue please just think about this okay? If you still wanna go I'll drive you to the airport tomorrow " he said and I willed myself not to cry, " I need to think, look I'll pull over if I get tired I promise " I said and slung my bag over my shoulder.

John B grabbed my wrist, " Rue c'mon please.. I just got you back " he said and I tensed, feeling nothing but guilt, " yeah? Well if I don't get out now I'm just gonna be stuck here like mom" I said and ran out, not being able to look back as I got in my truck.

I began to drive as the tears streamed down my face, he would never forgive me after this but I needed to make sure he was safe.

I flinched as JJ opened the door to my truck, " he'll forgive you" he said and I moved over to the middle seat so that way he could drive, " he won't.. You didn't see his face.." I mumbled and jumped as a bang came from my truck, " relax it's just Pope, Cleo and Kiara are in the Jeep behind us" he explained.

I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to cry, I felt so guilty that it was making me sick, I could only hope that all of this would be worth it in the end.

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

Hell and Back

A/N: So I wound up writing a little follow-up to Son of B**** and figured I'd post it here. I've also linked the first part it's, and as I might turn it into an actual thing, you can read it on AO3 as well!

I'm always taking requests, so feel free to drop me a line if you!

Son of A B****

A03

Hell and Back

“Easy, careful. Watch your step.”

Sam stopped and looked at Dean.

“What? What is it? Is something wrong?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I’m pregnant, not helpless,” Sam answered. “Would you relax? Aren’t I supposed to be the one who’s overly cautious and worried?”

“You’re carrying precious cargo,” Dean replied as he placed his hand over Sam’s swollen abdomen.

“I’ve fought werewolves, vampires, wendigo’s, and a dragon; I can carry our baby and carry my own suitcase to the car,” Sam pointed out. “Relax, Dean.”

The alpha huffed but stepped back a few inches, which Sam figured was the best he was gonna get, and Sam held onto their porch railing as he walked down from the porch and over to the Impala.

After the initial shock of Sam’s pregnancy had worn off, they both decided to wait until Sam was past the first trimester before telling anyone. Even when they'd fight, Dean had always been protective of Sam, but the pregnancy had made Dean even more protective on top of smug. It also made him a bit of a worrywart.

Sam couldn’t do anything without Dean hovering nearby, which don’t get him wrong. It was sweet, but it passed the point of being sweet a month and a half ago and was bordering on annoying. Which is why as soon as Sam passed the first-trimester hump, he brought up the idea of telling their friends.

Dean had jumped at the chance, and a few days later, they were packing up to drive to Bobby’s.

“You sure you don’t wanna fly? It’ll be a long drive,” Dean said as he put Sam’s bag in the trunk.

“It’s a day, day and a half drive max,” Sam replied. “Besides, you’re terrified of flying.”

“I know, but-”

“Dean, I love you, but if I ever have to fly with you, it’ll be too soon. Twice was more than enough for me,” Sam interrupted gently. “Besides, I’ll be more than comfortable in the Impala sitting next to you listening to your horrible and still not updated taste in music.”

“Please, you love it just as much as I do,” Dean smiled as he closed the trunk. “Let me go make sure the place is all locked up.”

“That’s not gonna get any easier,” Sam huffed a bit as he got in the Impala and shifted around to get more comfortable.

“Almost forgot the cooler,” Dean said as he got in the car. He put it in the back seat before getting behind the wheel.

“Bobby?” Dean called as he and Sam walked into the house. “Maybe he’s out in the garage.”

“I’m gonna go use the bathroom,” Sam told him.

“Told you that slushie was gonna go right through you,” Dean called after him. “I’ll go find Bobby.”

He shut the front door and cut through the kitchen to go to the backyard.

“What’s going on back here?” Dean asked when he found Bobby in the garage. He crossed his arms over his chest when he saw the older Alpha sanding down what looked like a crib.

“Balls,” Bobby swore when he saw Dean. “Thought you were gonna call when you were close.”

“I was, but Sam wanted to stop for slushies,” Dean answered. “Did you make that?” He walked over to look at the crib.

“Had some free time,” Bobby shrugged. “Supposed to be a surprise, though.”

“Yeah…” Dean straightened up and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “About that…how good are you at acting surprised?”

“You still haven’t told Sam you blabbed, did you?” Bobby shook his head. “Idjit.”

“In my defense, I was excited,” Dean told him. “Just, can you please act surprised?”

“You boys are gonna be the death of me,” Bobby shook his head.

They went back into the house and found Sam in the kitchen. He was on the phone with what sounded like another hunter and hung up a few minutes later. Sam took one look at Dean and narrowed his eyes.

“You told Bobby?” he asked.

“What? No,” Dean scoffed. “It was supposed to be a surprise; why would I...yeah, I told Bobby. How’d you know?”

Sam held up a book that had been lying on the kitchen table. Safe Baby Handling Tips.

“We agreed we were gonna tell people together,” Sam said.

“I’ll go put your things upstairs,” Bobby said as he walked out of the kitchen. He gave Dean an ‘I told you so idjit’ look as he left.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said as he walked over to Sam.

“When did you tell him?” Sam asked.

“Almost a week after we found out,” Dean answered. He took Sam’s hand in his. “I didn’t mean to do it, Sam, I swear. We were just talking about a case that Jody was working on up in Delaware. We started talking about us being civilians and if we missed it, and then I said no because I had more important things to think about. He asked what that was, and I told him that making sure our child gets to grow up with a normal childhood is a lot more important than hunting down some monster. It just slipped out, Sam; I didn’t intend for it to happen.”

“...You really think they’ll have a normal life?” Sam asked.

It took Dean a moment to realize that Sam was asking him a serious question, and he wasn't being sarcastic.

"Of course I do because we're gonna give it to them," Dean told him.

He reached up and cupped Sam’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb, and placed his other over Sam’s own.

“You sound so sure of that,” Sam looked down at their hands over the swell of his stomach.

“Because I am sure,” Dean said matter of factly. “If we can fight off hordes of monsters, we can raise a baby. We already know how to function on as little sleep as possible.”

“I guess we do have that part covered,” Sam chuckled a little.

“You and me? We got this,” Dean squeezed his hand. “We are Winchester’s, after all.”

“How do you always manage to stay so optimistic?” Sam asked.

“Not optimistic if it’s the truth,” Dean answered. “Now come on, I had Bobby pick up some of that rabbit food you like. I’ll make up some veggie and chicken skewers for dinner.”

“You two idjits makeup yet?” Bobby called from the hall.

“We made up,” Sam called back. “No more telling people about the baby without me, okay? I want some of the credit, too; I’m doing all the heavy lifting after all.”

“No more telling people without you,” Dean nodded. “Now go put your feet up and let me get dinner started.”

“You mean it, right? You and me?” Sam asked.

“To hell and back,” Dean promised.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

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Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

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

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

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

An obvious alpha.

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

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

"Say your name."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*well, shit*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But …"

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

"You got any car?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

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

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

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

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

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

"Wha …"

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

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

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

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

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

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

"Dean …"

"Alright."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you check it for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n …"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With the …"

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

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

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

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

"OH GOD!"

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

"No!" She gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

"My name is Dean."

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

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

"Come here."

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

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

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To be continued".

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Evil, Lying Scourge

Set immediately after the battle in the Timekeepers’ chamber. Loki and Renslayer go toe-to-toe as Loki creates the ultimately confronting conditions to force the truth of Sylvie’s Nexus Event from Renslayer.

The truth is devastating - can Loki and Sylvie survive it?

Loki and Sylvie were traumatized - that was near the only way to put it.

Hours ago they had resigned themselves to die together on an exploding moon.

They had been forcibly yanked into the clutches of the TVA at the last possible minute, restrained, separated, each subject to individual psychological tortures as all their remaining tatters of stability and freedom and friendship were ripped away from them one by one. Both prepared to meet their ends together again, and now even their impossible escape was ice cold comfort as they both examined in horror the head of the mindless android they had taken to be one of the three all-powerful Timekeepers. 

Not to mention the barely suppressed passion each felt for the other that roiled away like a wildfire between them - burning both the longer it went unacknowledged.

‘Then who,’ Loki’s voice broke for stress, ‘created the TVA?’. Sylvie felt choked by a sudden rage. Hurling the head of the android viciously across the floor of the chamber, she spat: ‘I thought this was it.’ They both had, of course.

A low moan startled them and they whipped around, mirrors of defense for the next attack, but the despised Ravonna Renslayer still lay passed out cold from the hefty blow Sylvie had dealt her not a minute before. 

B-15, the undisputed saviour of the pair of them, had finally regained consciousness after the massive strike to the head she had received at the hands of one of the Timekeepers’ specialist defense team. They had not treated her mercifully while she was down either, delivering unnecessarily cruel, wounding kicks to the woman they saw as the traitor in their midst. 

Sylvie reacted as if by instinct and rushed straight to B-15’s side, running practiced hands down the Hunter’s limbs to assess for fractures or broken bones. Loki could only marvel - for all her uncompromising toughness, Sylvie’s unconscious impulse was to compassion, a quality that he found at times miserably difficult to access, which frustrated him to no end, especially when he considered how yet more painful Sylvie’s past had been to his own.

‘Nothing broken.’ Sylvie’s soft reassurance to B-15 snapped Loki out of his reverie. ‘But those arseholes didn’t go easy on you by any means. Do you think you can walk?’ There was a flash of fire in the resilient Hunter’s eyes and she opened her mouth to deliver a stinging retort before Sylvie broke out into a warm smile and there was a brief moment of kinship between these two fearsome warriors.

‘Still,’ continued Sylvie bluntly, ‘I’m not having you risk your life to save us only to pass out in one of these obscure corridors where no-one’ll find you for the next week. I’m gonna see you to the infirmary and you can’t stop me.’ She was busy helping B-15 struggle painfully to her feet when Loki murmured, gravelly, ‘Sylvie. Is that wise?’ 

Sylvie glowered. Whatever difficult feelings she had for this man, he was not about to tell her what to do. Luckily B-15 interceded, voice tight with pain, but determined nonetheless: ‘I know how we can do this. Variant -’, she checked herself, ‘L-Loki. Take out Ravonna’s Tempad from her jacket.’ 

Loki’s skin crawled but he nevertheless did as she commanded, crouching down to where Ravonna still lay knocked out, reaching inside her jacket to retrieve the rectangular Tempad, surprisingly heavy in his palm. He handed it uncertainly to B-15 who snapped it open and began pressing buttons with a confident ease that seemed to indicate she knew exactly what she was doing. ‘There,’ she said smugly after 30 seconds or so, ‘the warrant for my capture has been deleted. And don’t worry,’ her gaze flitted over to Loki and in that brief glance Loki knew that B-15 had perceptively ascertained the depth of his attachment to Sylvie, ‘nothing is going to happen to that Variant on my watch. The store cupboard for this unit is right next to the infirmary, so we’ll get her a uniform to act as a disguise on the way back.’ B-15’s eyes narrowed, and Loki knew she was fighting hard what must be a tremendous amount of pain. She handed the Tempad back to Loki and he felt incredibly humbled by the action. Sylvie helped her very gently to the elevator door. ‘Promise me,’ B-15 whispered through gritted teeth as she turned to face Loki one last time, ‘that you’ll bring this place to the ground.’ Loki nodded once, slow and solemn - forcing himself to believe that such a thing was possible when so much lay still unknown. He and Sylvie locked gazes, and Loki longed to cross to the elevator doors in a handful of strides, hold her so close to him, take her face in his hands… Stop. He forced himself to focus right now, for all of their sakes. He only held her gaze as the elevator doors closed, and then they were gone. 

Loki exhaled, and it came out mostly as a sob. He closed his eyes to withhold the tears which he felt welling in their sea-green depths. He had held himself together all this while for Sylvie, but now, standing alone in the cold, misty chamber - he felt assaulted by uncertainty and fear. And sorrow. He so wished for Mobius, for his friend, who was always so grounded and strong - a master of strategy. Loki’s gift for style and verbal artistry were rendered useless in a situation such as this and he felt utterly incompetent and broken.

‘You can be whatever - whoever - you wanna be. Even someone good. I mean just in case anyone ever told you different.’

Loki’s eyes snapped open, shining with salt water and yet never so determined as now.

No.

He had the ability to stand up and make his own choices, and that started now. Not his first act of defiance against whatever cruel authority had created this suffocating institution of control, and certainly not his last. 

He knew what he needed to do, and he needed to do it for Sylvie - while he had this rapidly diminishing window and before they set about trying to achieve the impossible in burning this place to the ground.

And before he told her that he loved her. 

Loki stooped and grimly retrieved his Time Collar where it lay on the floor after B-15 had freed him of it. He was going to need it, unfortunately. He opened the Tempad and after a short while as he got to grips with its functions, a Time Door with a subtle magenta sheen opened up next to him.

Panicked breathing behind him.

Good, she was awake. 

Loki wasted no time, seizing Renslayer none too gently by the lapel of her jacket. She foggily tried to resist him, but before her blurry vision had even cleared, she felt the Time Collar wrap constrictingly around her neck, felt Loki haul her to her feet and unceremoniously push her through the Time Door ahead of him.

The Asgardian bedchamber was light and airy and warm - a stark contrast to the cool, damp darkness of the place they had emerged from. Loki looked around briefly, instantly wistful, recognising the arch of the ceiling, the pristine white marble floor, even smelling the heady summer scents of his old home. It made his heart ache even more - if that was possible at this stage. He was quickly distracted, however, by Ravonna’s wild sprint away from his side. She had regained her full mental capacity now, but was seized by terror at the situation - at the mercy of the Variant and whatever tortures he could concuct for her.

Loki fiercely loathed to play the jailor - even to someone as worthy of harsh treatment as Renslayer - but he needed her attention. He turned the dial of the Time Twister and in an instant Renslayer was back at his side. Though the logical part of Ravonna’s brain knew it was fruitless, she tried to break away from him several more times, just as Loki had tried upon his capture. Eventually Loki seized her by the arm and made her turn to look at the scene before them.

Throughout the chaos the little girl seated on the floor had payed them no heed. Not that she could. This was what the TVA quaintly referred to as an ‘Observant Loop Cell’ - of course obnoxiously abbreviated to OLC. An OLC was designed not to punish prisoners into submission but rather to force them to reflect on situations they had experienced - made to watch those situations over and over and unable to help, hinder or manipulate any of the figures within it. 

Loki himself had had no idea what to expect when he had found Variant L1129’s file on Renslayer’s Tempad, and created an OLC of the Variant’s apprehension. He had briefly had a vision of the young, out-of-control Goddess of Mischief, terrorizing Asgard - effecting pain and suffering, destruction and death so devastating that there was no choice but to send up a smoke flare, a Nexus Event. It did not fit in the slightest with what he perceived of Sylvie’s true character, but he could think of no other reasonable explanation. He did certainly not expect this angelic child, playing as any child would, with her toys. Loki felt a pang of unhappiness as he remembered his own childhood days, he never could play nicely. It was all borne of resentment and jealousy: Father would always ensure Thor had the most luxurious selection of toys, and he was anyway keen that both of his sons stopped messing around with playthings as early as possible and go out for battle training with the young sons of Asgardian nobility instead. Where Thor thrived in the competitive, loud environment of the training ground, Loki shrank into himself. Self-conscious, anxious, lacking the warrior’s bulk that all the other boys seemed to possess, the young prince found himself more often than not in a corner with a few books and some of the toys his father scorned - to make up his own stories in his own time. The other boys mocked him endlessly, tore pages out of the books, stole the miniature figurines of Valkyrie and other great warriors. Loki had eventually learned to be as harsh and cruel as they - only his power to hurt came from his intelligence rather than brawn.

This little girl was anything but harsh and cruel, hurt and isolated. Yes, she was alone, but she seemed to relish that independence - making her own stories up in her own time. ‘Dragon swoops towards the palace, but Valkyrie flies over, defeats the dragon and saves Asgard!’ she crowed, face alit at the conclusion of what had evidently been an epic story. Loki couldn’t suppress a small smile, though he knew that any moment there must be some great catastrophe which would set off the Nexus Event. Ravonna seemed to have frozen at his side - both were caught up in their individual perception of the events unfolding before their eyes.

When the golden Time Door opened mere seconds later, Loki gasped in disbelief, gaze flitting around the room and then back to Sylvie as he tried to ascertain what could have caused the Nexus and finding no evidence at all. Ravonna stiffened next to him as they both saw none other than Ravonna Renslayer - or more precisely Hunter A-20 - in clear command of the two Minutemen flanking her, hold out her Tempad before her and certify in a cold, triumphant voice: ‘There’s our variant.’ Sylvie’s eyes were huge and frightened as Renslayer continued without pause: ‘On the authority of the Timekeepers, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline’, as though she were addressing some notorious criminal and not a terrified little girl.

‘Where’s the Nexus?!’ Loki thought, increasingly desperate and distressed as the OLC Renslayer seized Sylvie by her skinny arm and wrenched her towards the Time Door. It all happened very quickly then. The Minutemen set their Reset Charge which immediately began its task of disintegrating Sylvie’s possessions - anything and everything that indicated that she had ever been in this room. Sylvie screamed, high-pitched, shaking in Renslayer’s grasp: ‘Wait!!!’. Loki resisted the urge to run to her aid, knowing it would be completely useless. Then Sylvie and Renslayer gone, followed by the Minutemen, the Time Door snapped shut and Loki and his Renslayer stood facing one another in a deafening silence in the handful of seconds of respite prisoners would receive before the loop started again.

Tears were clouding Loki’s vision, but he blinked them away angrily. ‘Why?’ was the only thing he said - in a voice several octaves below his usual speaking voice. Renslayer shook her head and pressed her lips together, though her chest heaved at the fraught situation. Loki growled softly and resisted the urge to hurt her - to make her talk.

No.

That was what he would have done in the past, he would not descend to such base measures now.

He didn’t need to, the loop was already starting again. Loki felt as though his heart would fairly break in two as he watched the young Sylvie skip into her bedroom, arms full of her toys, setting them out, beginning to play. ‘You’re going,’ he spat at Renslayer ‘to stand here with me and watch this as many times as it takes for you to tell me what the Nexus event was that made you rip an innocent young girl’s life away from her and force her on the run for her entire life. I don’t care how long it takes. You’re going to tell me.’

In reality that wasn’t exactly true - Sylvie and B-15 had almost certainly reached the infirmary by now and if Sylvie made it back to the Timekeepers’ chamber to find it empty, to think that she had been abandoned by her one companion (and perhaps more than that) in the universe… It nearly had Loki sending them both back to the TVA instantly. But Renslayer was breaking already, he could see it, as he forced her to watch the abject cruelty, cruelty at her hands, again and again. By the third viewing, Renslayer’s eyes brimmed with tears and Loki would gladly have wept openly. By the fifth, she started to hyperventilate, made to move away. Loki turned the Time Twister’s dial and she was jarred back into place. On the sixth viewing, just as the OLC Renslayer was about to seize Sylvie, she abruptly screamed: ‘Enough! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you.’

Both breathed out in relief, when Loki pressed the button on the Tempad that cut the loop and everyone in the scene disintegrated immediately. He turned to face her and forced out between his teeth: ‘Do not try to lie to the God of Mischief. You have no idea how acutely I am attuned to falsehoods. You will tell me in every horrifying detail about this Nexus Event, or I will leave you in this Time Cell and bury this Tempad in the deepest crevice of the TVA where no one will ever, ever find it. Now TELL ME.’

Renslayer took a deep breath to steady herself, closed her eyes and spoke with a surprisingly steady voice: ‘The Variant was deviating from her role on the Sacred Timeline.’ Loki snarled: ‘Obviously! What was the deviation?’. Renslayer opened her eyes and locked her chocolate brown eyes with his green ones. ‘A Loki,’ she said, slowly, as though choosing her words carefully, ‘does not get to travel the kind of path that that Variant was on.’ Loki rushed to intercede, but Renslayer narrowed her eyes, warning him not to interrupt her.

‘It was a mistake that she ever got as far as she did. Our technology advances every day - it’s now so accurate that we can nip burgeoning Nexus events like this one in the bud.’ Loki was amazed that she could speak in such clinical terms about the organisation that had only very recently been revealed to have three mindless robots as its figureheads. But Renslayer’s voice ran with conviction which only strengthened as she continued: ‘Lokis are so very tricky. It’s an incredible rarity that any being is allowed so much leeway as they have been, and we have all had to suffer the consequences of that. You see, due to your natures as shapeshifters, this Variant being born the Goddess rather than the God of Mischief was no cause for a Nexus flare. But of course in the archaic society that you are raised in, the ridiculous difference in gender is of massive significance. Recall that only male heirs are permitted to succeed the throne of Asgard. In your case, informing you of your adoption would have caused colossal problems for King Odin - that would have had ramifications across Asgard, not to mention potential rebellion from you yourself. Odin was under no illusions of how much more intelligent you were than his legitimate son, and how that would have fused with the arrogance of princehood to create the ultimate cuckoo within the sparrow’s nest - an utterly unacceptable scenario. Far better to keep that knowledge from you, even if it did mean that you grew up confused and resentful - emotions Odin could easily ignore. Far better to have you treated as the bastard son, who he would insidiously try to manipulate to his own ideals, who might possibly one, highly unlikely day, be fit for the throne should Thor be killed in battle before his heir was old enough to succeed the throne.’

‘Of course, for a girl, Odin had no such concerns. He took the child from Jotunheim out of some scrap of pity, and because she could prove useful in negotiating with the Jotuns at a later date. A princess had no chance of succeeding the throne, not to mention an illegitimate one, who would likely be married off to some lowborn noble as soon as she had come of age. So Odin told the Variant of her adoption. And somehow, ludicrously, that knowledge failed to break the Variant, it only made her stronger. She took pride in her differences from her family and the rest of Asgard, her inclination to independence rather than company, her delight of mischief. Where she should have been enraged, embittered and vengeful, she was courageous, compassionate and creative.’

‘Excuse me,’ Loki hissed, interrupting Renslayer’s monologue, ‘where she SHOULD have been?’. Despite the fact that she had found herself at his mercy, Renslayer sneered at him. ‘Of course-’ she continued, seeming to try to gain the upper hand over him with the knowledge she was revealing, ‘a Loki is an evil, lying scourge, like you. Where would be the heroes of the Timeline without the villains? That Variant had a role to play, same as you, same as all of us, and she went off the path. Whoever heard of a heroic Goddess of Mischief?’. Ravonna’s voice cracked slightly on the last sentence as she bore witness to Loki’s murderous expression. ‘So what you’re saying,’ he replied with devastating calm ‘is that Sylvie lost her home, her family, her life, because she would one day grow up to be kind and just, to be her own person? Oh, no one is truly good or truly bad, but the TVA decrees that not to be so.’ His voice grew more intense and Renslayer shrank before him. ‘Because whatever devil puppetmaster is controlling the TVA, they like to have their play made interesting - with villains to cause destruction and heroes to save the day?’. Renslayer was at a loss for words, but Loki had heard enough. He pressed a button on the Time Twister he held and Ravonna sank ungraciously to the floor, unconscious once more. One of the functions the delightful Twister could enact was to reverse the prisoner’s physiological state - mainly meant for various exotic creatures the TVA brought in, that could effect all sorts of trouble as a result of their innate biology, but in this case merely necessary to give Loki a moment to take in what he had just experienced. He couldn’t quite do it.

Only concern for Sylvie forced Loki to action, and he opened up the door back to the Timekeepers’ chamber using the Tempad, dragging the unconscious Ravonna back through with him. Despite what he had said, he would never consign anyone to spend their life trapped in one of the hideous Time Cells. He removed her Time Collar too, and flung it to a far corner of the chamber, repulsed that it had had to come to him using one of the TVA’s disgusting methods of control to get the information he needed.

His thoughts left Renslayer entirely behind as the elevator doors opened and Sylvie emerged not a moment too soon, yanking off the breastplate and trousers of the TVA Minutemen she had worn as a disguise over her usual black top and trousers. Now that Sylvie’s purpose had been achieved, she too seemed utterly spent as she staggered over to where Loki stood staring at her. Both failed to speak for several moments and then Loki rasped, with a voice that sounded unused for days, ‘Sylvie. Sylvie, I need to tell you something.’

Sylvie’s deep blue eyes widened, her heart began to pound like a wild drum in her chest. ‘What?’ she could only say as Loki struggled to find the words for what he had just learned.

When it was over, they both started to cry. 

Loki and Sylvie had never been ones for excessive, histrionic displays of emotion. They had had to armour themselves in toughness and charm and mischief and wit all their lives despite the turbulence that roared inside of them. 

And now here the both of them stood, silent but for the ragged intake of breath as they struggled to bring themselves under some semblance of control. 

Eventually they stopped. Each observed the other’s tear-streaked face.

‘Sylvie...’ Loki said again. The word seemed to ground him and her at the same time.

‘Not another pep talk please.’ Sylvie uttered with a weak attempt at humour, that fell flat instantly with the sheer desperation in her tone.

‘No. I have to tell you something else.’

Sylvie wasn’t sure that she could handle anything else.

Loki stepped closer to her, and avoided her gaze, his breathing picking up again.

Sylvie felt herself instinctively mirroring him, and forced herself to focus.

Loki looked her in the eyes.

‘We will figure this out.’ 

It really was too much.

‘How do you know that?’ How was there any certainty about anything anymore?

‘Because, uh -’ Loki’s near-gasping for air cut him off and he twisted his sweaty hands together. 

‘Well, back on Lamentis…’ It was all too impossible to explain. Loki gestured helplessly, trying to find the beginnings of some clever story that had never failed to come to him with infinite ease before and now completely failed him.

He gave up. His arms dropped to his sides. 

‘This is new for me. Um -’ Loki’s heart raced in his chest and the sound seemed amplified, obliterating his thoughts. They were a tangle of grief and passion and...and love - a tangle that was impossible to reconcile.

Loki turned his hands towards his heart, as though it could speak for him.

‘What?’ Sylvie breathed, hardly daring to speak, her own heart pulsing just as intensely.

They would figure this out. They would. Some very deep and very soulful part in both of them, inextricably linking one to the other, knew it. Loki clasped her upper arms, barely believing himself.

I love you Sylvie. Sylvie I love you. Sylvie I will always love you - you beautiful spirit of mischief. Sylvie, we are free and we will figure this out. I love you Sylvie, I love you.

‘If it were now to die, ‘twere now to be most happy.’ thought Loki, even as he felt the icy touch of Ravonna Renslayer’s weapon seize his heart and rip its chill through his body, as Sylvie watched him disintegrate right before her eyes which never left his - as he was transported to some realm of chaos where the God of Mischief would navigate the labyrinth back to his Goddess so that he could speak those words unsung softly in her ear before bending down to her lips and watching the TVA burn.

- Inspired by a fantastic suggestion from asgardian1112! More suggestions for future stories gladly welcome!

[prisonhannibal]

I don't want to say too much publicly because I still feel stupid/it still hurts but Re: your post about True Crime.

True Crime messed me up, I was held for questioning for 10+ hours and screamed at and they demanded a lie detector test. I didn't ask for an attorney or eat/drink while questioned because a) didn't want to seem guilty and b) the one thing on my mind was "oh my god they want my fingerprints and DNA and it's going to be all over the apartment including the kitchen knives and the guns" (my friend was killed and he was a hunter/skeet shooter and took me skeet shooting to get over my fear of gunshots)

True Crime taught me nothing good and I just cried and didn't submit to a lie detector because I kept thinking I'd fail it from how panicky I was. I was hyperventilating, the test would've seen me as a liar because my heart was a mile a minute and the photos they showed me just made me shut down. I was in denial and panicky not guilty!

They wasted so much time blaming another friend of his and myself that the true culprit was able to hide/burn evidence.

I honestly pray his case remains sealed forever because the thought of a bunch of True Crime fans secretly thinking I did it based on that 10+ hour session of emotional torture makes me sick.

Hi, I'm sorry for taking longer to get to this than I would like. I've been trying to think of a way to reply to this in the way it and you deserve. You shouldn't feel stupid for this, this is horrific and I can't imagine what you've been through or how painful and traumatic that is.

I don't know the laws where you are, but a lot of that seems like if it's legal it shouldn't be. It's definitely unethical. I'm so so sorry for your loss and I'm so so sorry that you weren't even allowed to grieve that loss properly before being put through that. I hope that the case remains sealed, and I hope your friend got the justice he and his loved ones deserve. It's nowhere near the same thing, but having been even near a case (I wasn't involved personally, and this case isn't public) kinda changes your perspective on stuff like that being public and used for entertainment tbh. Especially with how people don't treat the cases with respect and act like even being brought up in relation to the case mean they have free range to dig into peoples personal lives and publicly speculate on this shit.

Thank you for sharing, I wish for you to get the healing you need and deserve, and I don't know when this happened, but I hope you either are or have gotten help and support for your trauma and the loss. If not, I hope you'll be able to. I'll be thinking about you.

I don't know if this response is enough, tbh. what I wanna get across is just that you didn't deserve any of that and that it's fucked up and that I'm sorry you had to experience that.

please dont reblog this