#and I really wanna just chomp down so there WOULD be bite marks

[king-of-havoc]

God

I really wanna bite someone rn

Like not in a sexy way or a violent way, I just want to feel flesh between my teeth

[itsmarsss]

hunchback of notre-dame [Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader] (Marvel)

You get this ridiculous idea that you just need to mark a huge heart into his back.

Word count: 1,945

Warnings: sexual innuendos and jokes all around, mention of logan being a 'free pass' in your relationship lol, wade having a hard time grasping intimacy that isn't of a sexual nature, wade feeling self-conscious and speaking badly of his own appearance. established relationship. so many ridiculous and over-the-top pet names.

kiiinda loosely based off this ask- "Deadpool with s/o who keeps biting him? Not sexually (mostly) but I need to CHOMP this man."

“Please? Please please please please please please? Come onnnn sweetie-pie. Darling-dear. Baby boy. Baby.”

“Oh my God never call me ‘darling-dear’ again, what is this, medieval england?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“Geez Louise why do you wanna do that so bad? Is it like a biting kink or something?”

“It could be.” You shrug.

“I’m listening.”

You roll your eyes at his reply. “‘Course now you are. I just wanna see how it looks!”

“It’s gonna heal in like two seconds, you know that, right?. I’m not sure it’ll even show.”

“Yeah but get this- what if you tried really really hard to stop it from healing?”

“I… don’t think that’s how it works, pookie-bear,” he tells you, booping your nose along with the ridiculous pet name.

You ignore it. “You don’t know that!”

He stops to think for a couple seconds before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. This once.”

“Yes! Take your shirt off. And throw it in the wash, how many days have you been wearing it for?”

“Oh, too many to count, sweetheart.” 

“That’s gross, Wade.”

“Hey now, I’m gonna revoke your biting privileges!” He threatens, but proceeds to take the shirt off as and throw it in the hamper anyway.

“Nuh-uh, no take-backsies.”

“Then stop insulting my habits!” He sits down on the bed and you sit yourself on your legs right behind him. 

“What? When have I ever done that?” You feign confusion, kissing his shoulder.

“Now that’s just gaslighting. You’re a gaslighter. A mean, evil, toxic gaslighter and you’re gaslighting me.”

You laugh. “Oh whatever, grown man who needs to be reminded to do his laundry. You ready?”

“No?”

“Why do you even care so much? You get, like, stabbed on the daily.”

“Yeah but this isn’t… stabbing. Stabbing I’m used to.”

“I can stab you if you want me to.”

“Can you really?” 

“If you’re into that,” you play along.

“Oh you know I am, baby. No but that’s not what I meant.”

You kiss his lower back without a warning, and you can’t contain a smile at the way he shivers. “What do you mean, then?”

“This is… different.” He fidgets with his own hands as he talks, eyes trained on them over his own lap.

“What, not every person you’ve ever dated that’s asked to bite a heart into your back?” You continue kissing your way up his back, up until where you want said heart to start.

“Oh no, everyone asks me for that on the reg actually. I’m actually super mega lucky that I heal so fast, otherwise I’d just have to come home with all those hearts on my back all the time and you would not be happy with that would you?”

You punch his shoulder lightly and he smiles. “You bet I wouldn’t! Only I get to do this, you hear me?” You exclaim, feigning offense.

“Wolvie carved a heart into my thigh once. Hottest thing to ever happen to me. No offense.”

“None taken.” You bite the skin of his back right where you’d just kissed before. Not so hard that it’s meant to hurt, it’s not that kind of night, but not as if he’d break either, since, well, he kind of can’t. You suck lightly on the skin to make sure to leave a tiny mark and it’s a little funny to be doing this with no ulterior motives. “Especially since that for sure never happened.”

“It could have.” 

“If Logan ever carves a fucking heart into your thigh and I’m not there to witness it I will be so mad.” 

“Hey I thought we had a free pass with him!”

“Not if I’m not involved! Or at least get to watch.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Anything else you wanna witness between us, sweetcheeks?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m done, how about that?” You grin before resuming your work, biting and sucking on the scarred skin until you can see the aligned marks almost forming the shape you want them to. 

It’s a shock that it gets him to shut up for even just a few seconds, so it’s no surprise that the silence doesn’t last all that long. “This is…  It’s different… It’s… It’s really intimate isn’t it? Like overwhelmingly so. Is it hot in here, are you hot?”

You stop immediately. “Hey. Don’t freak out on me. I know I insisted a little but I didn’t think you were hesitating ‘cause you were uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have-” 

“No- no no no no no, it’s fine. It’s… Nice. It’s silly, but it’s nice. Just different.”

You stare at him until he manages to get himself to look up at you and nod, easing your worries and letting yourself believe him. “Okay. But only if you’re sure. And don’t call me silly!”

“You’re making it really hard, sugartits.”

“Hey!” You flick the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for? It’s obvious that by ‘it’ I meant my dick. I was dirty talking. Clearly.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You bite into his skin again. He stays still and weirdly quiet once again, eyes closed and still shivering occasionally as you trace kisses along his back before following them with bites and, finally, the main goal- the hickeys. 

“You done?”

“Almost. Missing three.”

“They all still there?”

“They’re fading, but they’re still there. You trying to keep them?”

He shrugs, very obviously trying his hardest to pretend he doesn’t care. “Well you wanted me to, didn’t you?” 

You smile, cupping his jaw with one of your hands and turning his face to the side so you can give him a quick kiss. 

“Almost done,” you promise.

“Do it harder.”

“What?”

“Bite harder.”

“What, is this you saying you have some sort of biting kink?”

“First of all, you should have guessed that. Second of all, no, I just don’t want them to fade so fast.” 

“So someone’s enjoying the idea now.”

“Enjoying is pushing it. Curious is a better-fitting word.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Making the last of the marks, you lean back to admire the work. “Done,” you announce, tracing the shape with the tips of your fingers. 

“Well, can I see it?”

“Yeah.” You pull him to his feet and lead him to the full body mirror in the corner of the room. Turning himself around so his back is facing the mirror, he looks over his shoulder so he can see it too.

“Oh.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I thought it would… you can barely see it with the… you know. The scars.”

“Of course you can see it! Look!” You trace the shape on his skin with your pointer finger for him to see in the reflection.

“You know what I meant.” 

“I- didn’t want it to make you feel bad. It was really silly anyway. You can let it heal if you want to.”

“It’s not- it’s not that. Fuck, I know this was supposed to be this whole funny haha silly cutesy little thing but I just- I don’t even know why you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Put up with it.”

“What exactly?”

“This. It’s not really the best view in town, is it?” There he goes, unable to look you in the eye again.

“Sorry?”

“Like why would you even want to see this? You just spent like ten minutes staring at my back, which frankly looks like I single-handedly brought leprosy back to fashion and then you- just- like even just my face is enough for people to, like, projectile vomit. Why’d you make yourself do this right now?”

“I didn’t make myself do anything. I had to convince you to let me do it´.”

“‘Cause you wanna prove something.”

“What would I wanna prove with something so dumb?”

“I don’t know. That you don’t see me as a monster or something.” 

“I don’t see you as a monster. But I wasn’t trying to prove anything.”

Letting his face fall into his hands, he lets out a frustrated sigh, as if he hadn’t meant for the conversation to come to this. And he probably hadn’t, really, but he already did so much of pretending to be fine all the time. It sucked to see him like this, but at least he was letting himself be real, be honest with you about the way he was feeling. 

You’ve come a long way to gain this kind of trust. 

“Sorry. Ruined the moment. Way to go, Wade!” He apologizes.

“You don’t have to say sorry, you know that by now.” 

He glances at the mirror again and sees all the marks have gone away already, his mind going elsewhere and interrupting the focus he’d been putting into trying to put off the healing of them. He finally turns around to actually face you. “See? Can’t even have this one fucking silly little thing you wanted. It’s gone already cause, guess what, I’m a fucking freak of nature now. Like The Hunchback of Notre-Dame or something. I don’t know, I didn’t watch the movie.” 

You laugh. “Well I’ll just be Esmeralda then.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Oh you’d find her so hot, dude. But doesn’t matter.” You walk up to him, kissing him gently from his ear to his jaw to his neck to his lips. “Don’t fucking question why I love you ever again, that’s, like, so rude.”

“Oh that was just so sappy, even for you babe, massive sap vibes all over.”

“Oh shut up you big baby.” You place a last gentle kiss on the palm of his hand. “I have an idea.” You pull yourself away from him, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Yeah? Does it involve pity sex? Cause I’m feeling down and I am ready to pounce if you are and-“ He raises an eyebrow in question when you come back holding up something. “That some new vibrator or something?” 

“Can you wait like ten seconds?” 

“Ten seconds? Babe, you know that’s asking too much of me when I’m this horny. They don’t call me The Flash for nothing.” 

“Who is ‘they’? And what does that even mean?”

“Sorry, wrong franchise. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Huh?”

“Back to the vibrator.”

“It’s lipstick.” You turn to face the mirror, taking your time applying the dark red color to your lips. “Kay, turn around, pretty boy.”

“Oooh, kinky! You gonna gimme a rimjob with that lipstick on?  Wait is that another kink? We are full of surprises today.” He quips, turning around as asked. 

“Wade please shut up.” 

“You know I can’t do th- aaahh what are you doing?” He flinches, taken by surprise by the kiss you place on his back, right where the heart you’d marked on him had been.

“Well you can keep these ones a little longer.” This time, he keeps quiet the entire time you take to mark the heart on his back once again, with the lipstick this time, reapplying it before every other kiss so the marks truly showed. 

“Fuuuckkk I’m never washing my back again,” he comments as he admires the reflection in the mirror.

“Don’t even start.” 

“I’m staying dirty forever and it’s gonna be your fault, sweetheart,” he declares as he turns around to face you, and it pleases you to see his mood seems better. 

“We are taking a shower in a couple hours and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“We?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively at the implication.

“If that gets you to actually shower for once.”

“Hey, I shower all the time!”

“Then you can shower without me like a big boy.” 

“Actually I don’t take showers I don’t know how.” 

“Yeah, yeah I figured.”

A/N: hey send me stuff for deadpool i actually enjoyed writing this lol it was v fun and cute!! i hope it isn't much too ooc lol i still gotta get the hang of writing wade

[slashersdaddy]

could possibly do slashers with feral s/o? like acts like an animal almost, just really wild and affectionate, I'd say cld be trained, but like there's barely keeping any reigns on this individual? Pls include Vincent and Bo 🙏

For sure! since you didnt ask for any specific gender i am going with GN, its a favorite of mine to write <3

SLASHERS WITH FERAL S/O GN

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kruger, Pyramid head

Bo Sinclair: Hes.... Interested to say the least; I mean what do you mean he can drag them by the hair and they wont care???? Ascending. Would of sure put you on a leash ;)

If you tried to bite or something (affectionately) He would grab your jaw and glare at you, growling out a stern 'No.'

If you allow him he will train you- even if you dont you may still be subject to some level of it. (ex. making you thank him for everything) Vincent Sinclair: Will match your freak

you wanna growl? he will do it right back

wanna bite? right back at ya

he loves watching you hunt- him or otherwise, and will try to see if h can catch the moment before you pounce on camera

will gently correct you if he doesnt like what your doing, gentle training

Lester sinclair: He is so down. will bark with you- growl, howl, meow, hiss whatever

If you have times where you are especially feral he will bring ou treats or 'offerings' as he calls it, little chew toys, food, snacks ect.

Micheal Myers:

Hard shut down. will grab your face and growl at you, if you wanna act like an animal he will act like one right back- a bigger stronger meaner one

if you have a habit of biting he will make sure you know tha it comes at a cost, pinching your sides until you let go.

Jason Voorhees: confused- you like acting wild?

will pick up pretty quickly that you just are like that-

will let you chomp him, or scratch and knead his tummy, he just wants to see you happy

Freddy Kruger: He is feral himself- so he can appreciate some scratching and biting, but dont expect him to be gentle because you are human

he will let you bite an scratch him but will do so right back, making sure to mark you up lots

Pyramid head: Confused

but willing to let you bite

scratch too but he doesn't let you think your in charge

will grab you by your nape and squeeze if you try to act tough. he will prove why your weaker than him.

[internals1ut]

Gender Bend

Taiga x Romeo

18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

I have been thinking long about these two and there is a lot I can't get off my mind so them being first place is a yay lol

I still plan to do the other two from the poll I just needed help figuring out which one to do first. ^^

Wanna hear more? Come join my discord linked on @internalscream1ng carrd

Taiga does not wear a bra for her girlies in her shirt, she doesn't like something containing them even though that's the whole point. It's really hard not to stare actually.

Romeo on the other hand wears a push up bra, she wants to make her chest look bigger, even though they are already have a jingle to them, she wants to make them look bigger for the cash grab.

Taiga often grabs onto Romeo's chest and gives it a squeeze when she is stressed. Calls it her owe personal stress toy ~

Other times Taiga will grab her chest after calling Romeo over to the table where she is playing at, rubs her hands and use them both to grab her chest as a good luck charm! 75/25 chances she wins from that.

After sex, sometimes Taiga will sit on Romeo's stomach and slip her fingers inside then watch poor Romeo squirm under her ~

Romeo talks too much? Titty in the face by Taiga

Romeo refuses to kiss Taiga after she has been eating her out, but Taiga says fuck that and kisses her anyways, with tongue too to fuck with her.

When Taiga eats out Romeo, it is kind of scary when her sharp teeth will drag on the sensitive bean. Romeo threatened that she would end her if she bites it.

Romeo wears a skirt, Taiga finds it easy access especially during school to where they are next to each other and Taiga can move her hands inside the skirt and up her panties, Romeo does try her best to remain still.

Taiga is a silly one and bites Romeo's breasts during sex or if she sees them out. She will chomp on them, so not only is Romeo's nipples swollen after sex there is also a nice good circle of teeth marks around the nipple area.

Taiga always finds a chance to finger Romeo whenever she gets the chance.

They do have toys, they have a strap, Taiga finds it funny and swings it like a helicopter. Romeo tells her to stop that she is being ridiculous. Then Taiga will hold her down as she uses the toy to use on Romeo and while Romeo is moaning Taiga decides to be silly and say "what? I thought you said it was ridiculous? You are loving this thing"~

Bunny suit sex, need I say more

Romeo refuses to ever sit on Taiga, she says that is unprofessional! But if Taiga wins a game or a rare moment where Romeo will actually allow it, Taiga will wrap her arms around Romeo's thighs as she sits on her face while she is lazily eating her out.

Romeo does keep a vibrator in her room, she isn't as good with her hands as Taiga but she ain't the worst, but she keeps the vibrator in her room and brings it to Taiga's room and gives her pleasure too so she isn't left out.

When working at the casino, Taiga wears a pair of panties that Romeo gave her, but they aren't normal panties they are the ones with the little vibrating bullet inside connected with a clicker. Romeo will have the clicker and use it near Taiga, it's funny watching the red hair girl jump in her seat. Romeo giggles at the fact that she has the control. But Taiga gets her revenge the moment they get in a room together ---- Romeo won't be able to sleep after wards.

[clipped-n-buzzed]

Prompt Three: Petplay

“Has anyone seen Buzz?”

“Mic has him.” 

“Oh lord. So we may never see him again, huh?” 

“On the contrary.” Mic appeared around the corner, a leather leash in hand, Buzz on all fours beside him. Buzz seemed calmer than usual, wearing his typical long-sleeved shirt and criminally small shorts, this time accompanied by blue and purple swirled leggings, heavy duty knee pads, thick gloves, and a black and blue leather puppy mask. “Today, Buzz is learning a lesson in restraint. He’s been a bad dog recently and I won’t stand for it.” 

At Mic’s words, Buzz shrunk, whimpering and whining softly. He sat, staring up at the rest of the crew with wide eyes unburdened by glasses or goggles. Without the lenses, they could all see the telltale signs of Buzz’s cybereye, a slightly off shade of brown from the organic one. 

“Don’t let him fool you,” Mic said, tugging on Buzz’s leash, pulling on the neat leather collar Buzz wore. “He’s been nothing but naughty all day.” 

“Can I pet him?” Fleabite asked, crouching down to Buzz’s level and reaching a hand out, treating Buzz exactly like a dog. Buzz, however, instead of doing his usual bratty song and dance, gave Fleabite a few hesitant sniffs, nuzzling his snout into Fleabite’s palm before yipping eagerly and darting forward to hopefully gain more of Fleabite’s attention. Fleabite laughed, scratching Buzz behind the soft fur ears at the edge of the mask. “Aw, he’s so cute! Such a good boy. Don’t listen to mean ol’ Micarta, you’re a good boy.”

Buzz preened under the praise, nosing into Fleabite’s jacket. 

“Hey, no,” Mic scolded, and Buzz whined unhappily as he was pulled away from Fleabite. “No. No, we’re not doing that.” 

“He probably smells this,” Fleabite said, digging a small bag of jerky out of one of their inner jacket pockets. “Can I give him some?” 

Mic sighed. “Go ahead,” he said, and Fleabite happily opened the bag, feeding Buzz a few bites of jerky. 

“Man, he really fucking likes you,” Moth noticed. “Mic, is the dog neutered?” 

“Sure,” Mic said with a shrug. “He’ll mount anything that moves if he’s in the mood. Dumb mutt.” 

From behind them, Prophet grinned, coming around and crouching in front of Buzz, taking Buzz’s face into his hands. “Does the dumb mutt wanna fuck?” They asked in a faux-cheery voice. “Does the dumb mutt wanna mount Fleabite and put a litter in xyr tummy?” 

“Whoa! Hey wait a second!” Fleabite shouted, reeling back and staring at Prophet. “You can’t-“ 

“I just did,” Prophet said, using their commanding Dom tone, causing Fleabite to shrink back. “Go on. You know you want to.” 

Reluctantly, Fleabite sighed, staring at the ground. “I hate you,” xe grumbled, stripping off their shirt and staring at Buzz, who was happily watching, panting eagerly. “How’s he gonna do this?” 

“Just like a real dog,” Mic said cryptically, helping Buzz out of his shorts, revealing Buzz’s soaked cock and a cheerfully curling tail plug in the same jet black as Buzz’s hair. “Just crouch down. Although I will warn you, he bites,” Mic added with a knowing grin.

Fleabite shivered, already fuzzy with arousal at those two dangerous words as xe slowly got onto hands and knees, Buzz cocking his head and looking up at Mic. 

“Yes, go ahead,” Mic said to Buzz. “And don’t hold back.” 

Instantly, Buzz complied, crawling over and onto Fleabite. Without an actual cock, Buzz couldn’t penetrate Fleabite, but he did his best, panting heavily right into Fleabite’s ear as he, with some guidance from Mic’s grip on the leash, mounted on top of Fleabite. 

“Fuck,” Fleabite whimpered, knees buckling slightly as Buzz began to desperately hump Fleabite’s body, jaw locking around Fleabite’s shoulder and chomping down, teeth digging sharply into Fleabite’s flesh. There would definitely be marks tomorrow, if not bruises. But Fleabite just took the abuse, shifting as Buzz repositioned his teeth every so often, biting down with enough force that by the time Buzz let go, whimpering and panting as he came with a shudder, Fleabite’s skin was painted in sweaty streaks of blood, softly dripping down xyr shoulder as xe sat back, watching Mic lead Buzz away. Buzz seemed satisfied, cum dripping down his inner thighs, but Fleabite was left wanting, sitting up and falling onto their ass instantly. 

“Now wasn’t that entertaining?” Prophet asked rhetorically, helping Fleabite up off the ground and chuckling as Fleabite shifted on their feet. “Poor thing, still all desperate to cum, aren’t you? C’mon, let’s get you fixed up now.” 

[momentofmemory]

16 + whatever combo of scott, liam, isaac, and hayden u want (this is chaotic bc i’m trying to be normal) (<3 cat)

“What kind of question is that?”

“Uh, a normal one,” Isaac says, kicking his legs up on the table. “I just wanna know if the obsession with biting abs is Hale-specific.”

“He bit me on the arm,” Hayden offers, before Liam can squawk anymore.

“That’s two for two. Maybe Scott’s an arm guy,” Isaac says.

“I wasn’t exactly thinking about it when I bit Liam,” Scott mutters, feeling like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“No no, take is as a point in your favor,” Isaac says. “Sounds way less invasive. Derek just hopped out of the train, ripped up my shirt and chomped down.”

Liam’s eyes widen approximately six times. “Hopped out of the what?”

“Train,” Scott says tiredly. “Derek was living there for awhile.”

“Sounds sanitary,” Hayden drawls.

“Oh, yeah, I probably could’ve gotten sepsis even with being wolf,” Isaac agrees.

“Was it fast?” Liam asks. “Scott’s bite lasted like, forever for me.”

“Again: it’s not like I had options!”

“Nah, just a bite and run,” Isaac says. “He did throw me a t-shirt to wrap it up with.”

“More sepsis?” Liam asks.

“Yep.”

“I was kind of out of it for my bite’s bandage,” Liam says.

“I wrapped it!” Scott interjects. “I got gauze from the hospital.”

“And was this before or after you wrapped him in duct tape?”

Scott fiddles mulishly at the ground with his shoe. “…Before. I wasn’t exactly—”

“Thinking about it,” Isaac finishes. “We know.”

“Deaton bandaged mine,” Hayden interjects proudly. “And Scott was really careful to pull his teeth out slowly to keep the bite marks clean.”

Scott isn’t sure if he should feel flattered or embarrassed by that. “My bite was pretty jagged, so it bled a lot. I thought I’d try to make it a little better.”

Isaac tips chair back a bit, pulling off his shades. “Yeah? How long?”

“Uh—it was a little after midnight when it happened, and it was still kind of bleeding when I got back at three, so—”

“It took you three hours to get home?” Hayden interjects.

Scott winces, feeling the shift in the mood. “Well, it—it was five mile walk and I didn’t have my inhaler, so I was going kind of slow just in case…”

He trails off.

Isaac clears his throat. “Just in case sepsis, right?”

Scott lets out a startled laugh. “Yeah. Sepsis.”

There’s another pauses as the betas glance at each other, then Liam says, “I bet Peter would give the worst sepsis.”

Hayden nudges Liam with her shoulder, nearly tipping the other beta’s chair over. “You can’t give ‘worse’ sepsis.”

“Have you seen Peter’s teeth?”

“…Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”

“Sucks about the walk, though, you know,” Isaac says. “Derek didn’t give me a ride either, but at least it was only like a mile.”

“Scott gave me a ride,” Hayden preens.

“I gave Liam one, too!”

“You kidnapped me!”

“It counts!”

“Don’t think so, Scott,” Isaac says, and Scott fake pouts.

“The second does,” Liam offers.

Scott stares at him in surprise. “Second?”

“Yeah. Out at Lydia’s lake house,” he says, with surprising sincerity.

“I think we can all agree,” Hayden says, “that Scott had the worst Alpha, but he also wound up becoming the best one.”

“Yeah,” Isaac says, nudging Scott’s chair. “No question there.”

[sweetnsour1]

I'm the kind of gf who gets cute aggression with my man so now I'm wondering how katsuki would respond to that... like random bites on the shoulder/arms/thighs/etc, random tight hugs that last like 5 min, or my personal fave is saying "get beat up" and then fake punching in the arms or butt 💀

My love, same! I will headbutt with aggressive affection like a god damn cat and am a huge fan of chomping on arms that are wrapped around me. Get beat up has me 💀

And Katsuki…

Bold of you to assume he doesn’t bite you randomly. He loves the way you jump when he bites down on you in public. He aims for necks and shoulders, which is another reason he hates winter. He HATES layers between his teeth and your soft skin.

He pretends to hate it when you bite the trunks of thighs he’s been growing for years, but he can’t help but get turned on having your teeth that close to where he really wants you. He just wishes you wouldn’t do it when he was about to have a flawless victory in whatever game he’s gamin’ with his boys. He still wins, but Kaminari shouldn’t have been able to get a hit in…Bakugou makes sure you pay for that 😈

He does not like five min hugs. He doesn’t understand why you two are still vertical. He will lift you up and move to the couch for cuddles bc Bakugou doesn’t settle…and we all know cuddles>>>hugs. He doesn’t mind if you nibble at him, while he pins you down with his big ass leg. Looks like you two are staying in tonight after all.

He’s such a dick when you play fight. Immediately gets that look in his eye and fear marks your features as you try to bolt. He’s too quick, too trained, too much of a sore loser. He will wrestle you against the mattress until you’re panting. But you’re a sore loser too, making sure to bite him hard as a last ditch effort to get free. He laughs and bites you back, pinning you with one arm, while the other moves your clothes out of the way for his bites to trail lower. Suddenly you’re squirming for different reasons.

He does let you hit him while he cooks. He’s fucking busy and doesn’t wanna get any raw meat or oil on you. He just lets you pound your fists against his bouncy ass, carrying on the conversation about your day. As soon as the prep work is done, his hands are clean, and timers are set…he will be slapping your ass. Hard.

Thanks for the ask🖤🖤🖤

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble. 

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones. 

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added  to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance. 

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her. 

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame. 

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features. 

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh. 

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust. 

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”  

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal. 

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could. 

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”  

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?” 

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin. 

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.” 

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was. 

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed” 

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices. 

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities. 

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure. 

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock. 

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face. 

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock. 

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek. 

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.” 

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans. 

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass. 

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as  the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips. 

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.” 

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen. 

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room. 

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost. 

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain. 

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her. 

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain. 

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again. 

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up. 

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again. 

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive. 

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.” 

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again. 

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he  rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days. 

[egg-emperor]

Since Dr. Eggman can get violent and punch a hedgehog when he needs, do you think you also kicks, bites, and body slams as well?

OH MAN I HOPE SO 🥴 I love violent Eggman in all forms and I think his aggression should be unleashed through his strength more often in many beautiful different ways. His punches are fantastic but I know he can absolutely do tons more too 💗💘💕

I mean, in SA2 he sure loves to kick a ton when I'm just slightly moving and attempting other actions so he sends Chao flying all the time!

He was also very confident and eager in kicking Yacker, he was really sounding like he's got experience there. He said he could easily punt him 100 yards, then 120 if he gets a running start, and if he wears cleats he could do it further. And he was really charged up when he said "if that little alien wants a punt, he's getting a punt" OH I DO 🥰- sorry I forgot I'm not Yacker lol but Eggman is welcome to do the same to me fr why tf was Yacker like "punt me harder Eggman" anyway lmfao same 😩

I certainly wouldn't doubt his kicking ability because he may have uniquely attenuated limbs but his long legs, the size of his feet, and his known strength means that he's gotta be able to deliver some seriously powerful kicks! I can see him getting a real kick out of that XD

Ohoho yeah, I'm sure he's absolutely down to body slam more people like Starline too and he really should. You can just feel the power of this panel and the immense impact of the thud 💜💕💘

I don't think there are many people that he couldn't pick up, swing around, and slam down hard like this. The man is a real powerhouse, get him worked up enough and he'll get a burst of insane strength that he can use to accomplish epic feats, or just whenever he's feeling determined or eager to show off his amazing strength. And with arms that long, the tight grip he can have with his strong hands, and how hard he could slam someone down easily, he could cause critical damage for sure. Who's to say that he didn't fuck Starline up so severely that he wouldn't have died eventually if the rubble didn't get him first? 👀

He'd probably only bite to attack if he didn't have his arms and legs free for some reason but maybe there was a double meaning to the "Eggman, you bite" line in Lost World lol. I bet his jaw is strong as fuck too and he could weaponize it, just look at his wide mouth and teeth! So if he had to resort to it, I bet he could totally CHOMP so hard and it would both stun the victim from this bizarre unexpected move and hurt a ton, so he could get free and fight with his hands and feet. The bite marks he'd leave would be huge god damn fhjssbkgsnlgk but I'd still let him bite me

Eggman definitely isn't only just good with his fists, even though that's impressive enough already. But with his strength, size, and weight combined, he could utilize every part of his body and totally fuck people up in many glorious ways and I wanna see it all! 💜

[f1nalboys]

I have no idea if requests are closed or not and I’m incredibly sorry if they are but I just thought your works were cute and straight up my alley 😮‍💨

If you’re down with it could you maybe write something where Lester and Randy’s S/O just really has a thing for biting them and being all close? Idk what’s wrong with me but yeah.

Hope you’re well bro :)

i love this >:) sorry if this is shitty lol i hope you like it!!

WORD COUNT: 454 (for both)

WARNINGS: none :-)

LESTER

Lester loved being close to you. Holding you after a long day, curling up behind you in bed and breathing in your scent, running his hand up and down your arm absentmindedly. All of it was his favorite thing. And when he realized that you were just as clingy, if not more, you would’ve thought it was Christmas.

“Ouch! Tha hell d’ya do that for?” He yelps, rubbing his shoulder with wide eyes. All you do is give him a sheepish smile; you had just bit him in the shoulder. Not hard, mind you, but not sot either. “What? Am I lookin’ good enough ta eat?”

Lester asks with a cheeky grin, grabbing your shirt by the collar and kissing you. Rolling your eyes you simply reciprocate the kiss, deepening it and hooking your hands around his neck. “Ow! Lester!” You yell when he bites your bottom lip harshly. Pulling back you swipe your finger over your lip and grown when it comes back with a drop of blood on it.

You shove him gently, your façade of anger breaking apart when he begins to place small kisses over your face. “Sorry, hun. Just wanted ta see what all the fuss was about with the bitin’.”

RANDY

The first time you bit Randy he tried to ignore it. It had obviously been an accident, and he didn’t want to embarrass you, so he simply acted as though you hadn’t chomped on his arm. The second and third time were a little harder to ignore, but the fourth one was the one he decided he needed to speak up on.

“Alright, why do you keep biting me?” He asks, showing you the very-evident teeth marks on his arm. You can feel your face growing hot and a wave of anxiety courses through Randy; he didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed for it. “I mean, it’s fine, m’just really confused, babe.”

“I don’t know… I guess it’s a weird way to show affection.” You respond and he grins, grabbing ahold of your hand to stop you from standing to leave. “Stop making fun of me! You’re just so cute I just wanna bite you. You’re tellin’ me you’ve never felt that?”

Randy shakes his head. He kisses your temple as you sigh, scrunching your eyebrows together. “Sorry. You can keep treating me like a chew toy if you wanna,” He whispers into your ear before tickling your sides. He may not really understand why you do it, but if it was just you showing how you loved him, who would he be to try and deny it from you?

Plus, he’d be lying if he said the way you looked after you bit him wasn’t adorable.

[rotshop]

Vampire S/O: -exists-

Sheriff: H-Hey, you wanna bite- TALK, I MEANT TALK!!!!

(sheriff voivce) ah heem heem,,,whmimepr,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

u did not ask 4 this but my brain is swollen with grr bark bark violence murder chomp and KILL so u are getting it <3

// tw vampirism, wrist biting specifically in case that in particular bugs anyone,,

Sheriff could be confident in himself. Sure, it was a bit of a rarity given his flighty nature but it didn't stop him from occasionally indulging in his own ego. When it came to strangers or higher-ups he tended to reign it in, keeping polite for the most part. Though, you seemed to be an exception to that. He'd always bragged on and on to you about his pain tolerance, so it was only fair you put it to the test.

He'd been excited, a little more-so than he'd like to admit, taking your challenge up easily with a grin. He'd deluded himself into believing it really wouldn't feel like anything, pointedly ignoring the anxiety lingering at the back of his mind.

"So uh- You mind runnin' me through this just one more time?"

You'd shot him a little look, raising a brow lightly, "For the nth time? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're getting second thoughts."

He'd immediately tensed, "Hey! I ain't say nothin' about second thoughts, 'm just..making sure you don't change yer story! That's all.."

You laughed at that, making him go quiet as he simply admired you in his speechlessness.

"Damn, you're funny, y'know that?" You hummed lightly, straightening out, "Basically, I'm just gonna bite your wrist, draw a little bit of blood, 'n stop there so I don't like..kill you or anything."

"I ain't gonna turn into a bloodsucker like you, right?"

"Youch, reaaaally making me feel welcomed. No, you won't," you rolled your eyes at that, "Trust me, it'd be cruel of me to curse the rest of humanity by making you live forever."

He'd gone to retort at that, tensing once more before you'd grabbed his hand with a surprising amount of gentleness. You'd taken a moment to rub little circles in his palm, less for any real reason rather than just..feeling right. Obviously, his nerves were starting to get to him.

If his tense figure didn't give it away, his even worse cockiness was impossible to miss. It was to be expected though, he'd been fixated on the biting part of things buut..thinking about being bitten and actually being bitten are two very different things.

"You alright if I start now?"

He'd swallowed with a small nod, mouth feeling dry, "Y-yeah, go on now."

You'd flashed a brief smile, tips of your fangs showing past your lips before you'd leaned down. His tenseness grew worse, biting the inside of his lip and squeezing his eyes shut as he braced himself for the pain. He could feel the points brush up against his skin for a moment, breath hot against his flesh as you seemingly looked for the best mark. It didn't take you too long, your teeth starting to sink in as he groaned.

It definitely hurt, as expected but..it wasn't as bad as he'd thought. He'd expected something far more throbbing and burning, to immediately feel something wrong and terrible. Yet..there was only some stinging and a touch of dull pain before it faded. It'd taken him a few moments to relax enough to open his eyes again, gaze flicking up to you.

It wasn't hard to notice the bits of blood dripping down your chin as you sucked on the fresh puncture marks. It was..surpsingly clean (well- aside from the bits of blood running down his arm and your face), he'd expected to see something mangled and vile but..nope. It was actually kind of nice, in an odd way.

Before he could elaborate much further, he felt the world start to spin a bit, groaning as he raised his free hand to his head. You took notice and quickly (carefully, though, you didn't want to maul his hand) pulled away, reaching a hand to cup the side of his face reassuringly. Once more, he opened his eyes and looked to you, knocked into a sudden speechlessness.

You still had some blood around your mouth, painting your lips in crimson as you gave a small smile. Your fangs were prominent once more, now dipped in that same warm red that felt much less threatening than he thought it would. He felt something fuzzy and uncomfortable rest on his chest the more he looked at you. He didn't even want to know what shade his cheeks were, he's sure you would fill him in on it later anyway, much to his chagrin.

"You did really well, that was good. Why don't we go get some sleep?"

He had a hard time falling asleep after that, despite you laying against his bare chest with slow breaths coming and brushing against it delicately. He hated how he still had a dopey grin after that, how that simple, stupid little comment of yours went straight to his heart. You had him wrapped around your finger and he wasn't even trying to get free anymore. Like a moth to a flame, he fell further and further for you.

[joyaphoria]

m for manipulative (5)

part five: got pizza money?

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader, oikawa x f!reader

summary: going into college with your closest friends—oikawa and iwaizumi—at your side, life was really looking up. however, when three new girls come along with nothing but bright smiles and seemingly good intentions, you soon find out that not only are they a threat to your friendship, but to your life.

© 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢​​

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“i understand, l/n-san, uh yes, y/n will b-be staying with—oikawa shut up!—with me tonight, yes. oh, yea—no, we were studying and didn’t realize how late it had gotten—yea, no, she has extra clothes here. okay, thank you.”

hanging up the phone, iwaizumi fumbles with his key, struggling to open his front door with oikawa tugging on his pants, and you drooling at his neck.

“iwa-chann! why can’t we go to my place instead! i have a-a um..” oikawa aggressively rubs at his eyes, trying to finish his sentence.

"fuck!” iwaizumi curses under his breathe and jumps when you chomp on his shoulder, causing you to fall to the ground.��“shit! y/n.”

oikawa gasps, both hands over his mouth. “iwa-chan! did you just hit a girl?”

you burst into tears on the porch, and iwaizumi ignores you, finally finding the right key that fits into the slot.

“shh, if you stop crying, i’ll let you sleep on the bed.” he whispers, while oikawa stomps into the house.

your face lights up and you nod excitedly, wiping your fake tears onto the back of your sleeve. 

“iwa-chan! where all the foods?” oikawa yells from inside, and iwaizumi drops you again, running in after him.

“ooowww!” you hick, crawling into the house on all fours.

“stop yelling shitty-kawa!” iwaizumi thumps his back. “my parents are asleep.”

taking hold of the counter, you hoist yourself up, and lean on the island for support. “hajimee! can we get pizza?” you ask, your mouth watering at all the possible combinations.

“yes!” tooru tackles you in a hug, landing you once again on the floor. “pizza pizza pizza pizza!”

“you got pizza money?” iwaizumi arches his eyebrow at you two on the floor, shaking his head. 

“uhh..” you look at tooru, who was now laying on top of you. “do you?”

oikawa reaches back and rummages through his back pocket, before pulling out a small square wrapper. “no, but i have bubble gum!”

“what the fuck-” iwaizumi snatches the package from oikawa’s hand, his face contorted in disgust. “why the hell do you have a condom in your back pocket?”

“to have sex of course! silly iwa-chan!” oikawa giggles, and you laugh along with him.

“holy shit. thats it. everyone upstairs, now.”

-

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR?” oikawa screeches at you, wrestling to stay on the bed.

“GET OFF. GET, OFF!” you whine, tugging at his hair, and attempting to kick him off of you. “HAJI SAID I CAN SLEEP ON THE BED! ME! ONLY ME!”

you cry out when oikawa bites your cheek, having you roll off the bed.

“why would you do that!” you cry from the floor, rubbing at the teeth marks in your cheeks.

“you tried to shove your big toe up my ass!” oikawa sobs, crossing his arms and crawling under the bedsheet.

“i’m sorry tooru!” you climb back onto the bed, spooning him from behind. “don’t cry, okay? i was just kidding!”

“i leave for five minutes and you guys trash my room.” iwaizumi sighs, entering the room with two boxes of pizza in his hands.

oikawa’s mood is instantly lifted, jumping up and head-butting your chin. you burst back into tears when your tongue stings, a warm liquid pooling your mouth.

“look what you’ve done.” iwaizumi sighs, putting down the pizza on his dresser to help you off the bed. “let’s go rinse your mouth out.”

“iwa-chan! that sounds so dirty!” tooru points out, while hajime turns bright red.

“you wanna wash my mouth out, haji?” you wriggle your eyebrows, and iwaizumi fumbles over his words.

“n-no, i meant, like, it’s-it’s like—” frustrated, he thumps you on your head, and drags you to the bathroom. “just shut up.”

-

note: 

— oop i didn’t know meia had a dad

— ofc haji caved and bought the pizza

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[death-himself]

Saw your monsyer au on ao3

Great work

Anyway, probably an angsty prompt but I was wondering if you think that any of our monster bois have had nightmares where they go on a hunt and then accidental chomp Virgil. Bonus points if in the moment they actually enjoy his flavor

I feel like the left brain boys (Janus and Logan) would be the most likely to have a nightmare scenario like that, especially Logan since he DID almost munch Virgil, and they'd also be the most likely to pretend everything's fine the next morning even tho they're absolutely miserable and terrified of taking a crunch munch out of their human bf in real life

Great work, don't know if o said that already

Happy holidays Nico

It’s been over a month since you sent this so sorry about that .-. Anyway here’s the fic, some good ol’ hurt/comfort with Loceit and Logicality because Logan deserves it

Warnings: Death (in a dream sequence), cannibalism, nightmares, blood

Logan went down his usual route to hunt. He and his other nonhuman boyfriends often hunted at the same time, spread all across the city and countryside to make their home less easy for the police to find. He found a good place on the rooftop to sit as he watched the humans pass by, waiting patiently for his prey.

One with dark purple hair walked down the alleyway. A pleased smile pulled at Logan’s lips. He dropped down silently in front of them, and before they could even scream he had them pinned to the ground, a hand over their mouth as he sunk his teeth into their arm.

The taste was heavenly. He ripped away at the tender flesh, sweet as candy and melting in his mouth. He ignored the human’s cries as he savored his meal, biting away until rose red pooled around them both. It was the most beautiful shade of blood he had ever seen. Logan felt bile hit his hand as the human attempted to vomit, before all the muscles beneath him loosened, and he heard their heart slow into silence.

Finally Logan pulled away with a sigh, having eaten his fill. He normally refrained from looking at his victims, in fear that he would feel guilty for killing them, but for whatever reason his eyes drifted over, looking over the dead man’s face. Purple hair, blank, empty black eyes, black eyeshadow.

Virgil.

Logan’s eyes snapped open, his body drenched in sweat. He looked to his side, relieved to see Virgil alive and well, sleeping as peacefully as ever. He listened closely to his boyfriend’s steady heartbeat, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for his own heart to come closer to matching.

He hated thinking about how he and Virgil met. He hated what had been going through his mind while he attacked him. He hated the fact that Virgil was the most delicious human he had ever tasted.

It had been something that had always been at the back of his mind, something he refused to acknowledge. Virgil tasted fucking incredible and there was nothing any of them could do about it. If Patton hadn’t been there to stop him, what had happened in his dream would have been reality.

He looked over Virgil at Patton, hugging the end of Janus’s tail like a teddy bear. He was the only one out of the four of them that hadn’t actually tried to kill Virgil, wasn’t he? No, he had saved Virgil from Logan’s own bloodlust. Wow, what a great boyfriend he was.

He sighed, turning over to stare at the clock. It was three AM, that was only three hours earlier than he would usually wake up. Might as well get up then.

Virgil had gone off to work and Roman had decided to visit his brother. The moment both of them left, Janus pulled Logan aside, wrapping his tail around him and almost pulling him close enough to touch noses. “Is something bothering you, love?” Janus spoke softly.

“Of course not.” Even Logan could tell he responded too quickly. Janus smiled.

“Well there has to be a reason why you kept staring at Virgil this morning. I know he’s absolutely gorgeous but there has to be a reason other than that.” Logan sighed. He knew how Janus was; he refused to give up until whoever he was talking to admitted what they were struggling with. It was something he both hated and loved about him.

“...You came close to killing him too, didn’t you?” The question threw off the naga for a moment, yellow and brown eyes widening. Janus hummed, nodding.

“So that’s the issue.” He sighed. “Well yes, I did. If I had held him for maybe five more seconds he would’ve passed out, and if I didn’t notice by then I likely would’ve eaten him alive. It’s in the past though, all is forgiven.”

“What if we realized afterward that he was our soulmate? What if you had looked at your tail and seen that Virgil’s mark was gone after he was dead and eaten?” Janus looked him up and down, concern flooding his eyes.

“Did you have a nightmare like that, darling?” Logan nodded hesitantly. Janus paused, arms hooked around Logan’s neck, his hand drifting up to run his fingers through Logan’s hair.

“I’ve gotten those, too. They’re tough to see, aren’t they?” Logan closed his eyes, allowing himself to go limp in Janus’s arms and coils as the naga pulled him even closer, holding him with all the care in the world.

“We’ve been around him long enough to not harm him. I know with how annoying he can be at times it’s hard to restrain yourself, but it seems like we still manage.” He chuckled. “And our first meetings are in the past now. They were awful first impressions, sure, and we’ll always remember what it was like to nearly kill him, but we know that they won’t happen again.”

Logan hummed, nose nuzzled into Janus’s shoulder. Janus killed through suffocation, though. Logan was the one who actually bit him and tasted his blood. And the taste and scent of that blood was what constantly hung in his mind, something he would always crave but could never get. At least not without consequences.

Janus unwrapped himself a bit, delivering a soft kiss on Logan’s lips and looking him over to make sure he was alright. Logan heard humming from the doorway, smelling Patton waiting just outside. Knowing him he had probably walked in and saw what was going on, opting to wait until they were done rather than joining in.

The vampire peeked his head in to check, before deeming them done and smiling happily. “You two having a cuddle party without me?” He gave Logan a kiss on the cheek before moving over to do the same to Janus.

“We were simply talking about an issue Logan had.” Patton immediately turned back to Logan, eyes full of concern, and Logan wished Janus had just spun one of his lies to get him out of this.

“It was nothing serious, I’m fine.”

“You sure, Logi Bear?” Logan hesitated. Patton was a vampire, he would understand something like this better than Janus or Roman would. But how the hell was he supposed to word it?

“...Virgil tastes incredible.”

“He does!” Patton giggled, a wide smile on his lips. “He let me drink his blood once, it was so good! I was scared I would kill him though, so I didn’t get much of it.”

“It’s very sweet, isn’t it?”

“Like candy!” Patton agreed. Janus looked between the two, accepting in his mind that this was really where the conversation was turning.

“Is there a way that you, ah...” Logan cleared his throat, “a way that you’ve learned to cope with that?” Patton’s brows scrunched in confusion, and he quickly rushed to explain. “Being around him all the time must be rather difficult, as he always...smells like our form of candy, I suppose you could word it.”

“Oh!” Patton’s eyes widened, before his cheeks went red. “Yeah, sometimes I just really wanna bite him. It’s an annoying thing to deal with, huh?” Logan nodded silently. “But like I overheard Jan tell you, we’ve been around him too long to actually hurt him. And I know you especially have a lot of self-control when it matters, so...try not to worry too much about it. You’re probably the least likely out of all of us to hurt him.”

“You were the one that stopped me when we first met him.” Logan spoke quietly. Patton shrugged, floating a few inches above the ground as he thought.

“But you were the one who got to him first. If I was the one that had tackled him, you probably would’ve had to pull me off! You have enough self-control to stop yourself with just a bit of help from us.” Patton took Logan’s hand, running his thumb across his knuckles. “I think that kinda proves that you won’t lose control and hurt him.”

Janus sighed, itching at an old bit of shed snakeskin. “We’ve all worried about what would happen if we lost control. And the truth is that it’s possible, probably more than likely, that we’ll end up hurting him at some point.”

The thought made them all go silent as it weighed down on their psyches. Hurting each other, especially their weaker human boyfriend, was the last thing they wanted to do, and they were all sure they would rather die than harm any of the others.

“But, it hasn’t happened yet, and we’re doing all we can right now to make sure it’s as least likely as possible.” Janus curled his tail around his boyfriends’ legs, snapping them out of the worried, distant blurriness in their eyes. “Let’s not worry too much about a future we can’t see yet, okay?”

They nodded, a weight feeling as though it had been lifted off Logan’s chest, as he for once didn’t plan out the rest of his day, instead opting to join Janus and Patton in what the two had dubbed self-care time, lying on the couch watching cartoons as the future grew blurry and distant.

[maiuowrites]

Training Gone Wrong

     How long has it been, he thought… How long since he and Sans came here? Since he escaped that hell hole that he knew would have been both their graves? Where was it? How long was he aimlessly walking for? It began to blur the more Papyrus tried to think…

...Stars, it was getting difficult for him to remember anything... 

“Papy!” Came Sans voice, jolting Papyrus out of his thoughts. 

“oh... heya, bro.” Papyrus replied, rubbing his younger brothers skull with a relaxed smile. “shit, don’ scare me, thought ya were’a Mugga, heh… come ta steal m’Soul n’ all m’bones!”  

Sans only huffed, batting his brothers hand away as he put his hands on his hips. “Quit being weird, Pap! It’s training day! You promised to take Al and I out to Waterfall! What’s taking so long!?” 

Geez, his bossy little brother… How did he get like that?

“was waitin’ on yer slow butt. did’ja two eat?” Papyrus stretched, his joints letting out quiet hisses as he yawned. 

“We’ve been waiting on YOU to eat!” Sans retorted with a huff. “Did YOU?”

Papyrus folded his arms behind his head, lounging on the sofa as he closed his sockets, smirk still on his face. 

“yup.” 

“Liar!” Alphy’s came out of nowhere, slamming a plate of leftovers on his chest. “You have to eat, Papy! Or else you won’t be able to teach us… We want to know all we can before Dad gets back!” 

Papyrus left out an ‘Oof’, only to glance at the plate wearily… His appetite had driven down to the ground recently, he couldn’t even stand to smell the stuff. But looking at his siblings faces, Sans huffing and irritable expression mixed with Alphy’s worried yet stern glare, he sighed before sitting up. 

“...allright, allright… i’ll eat on th’way there, how’s tha’ sound ta ya both?” He said tiredly with a snrk, watching them both quickly bolt to grab their training gears.

“About time! Let’s go, let’s go!!” Sans practically yelled.

“Dang it, Sans! Stop! We gotta wait for Pap!” Alphy said, bolting out and holding Sans back by his clothing and weapon, creating a bickering between the two.

Sans excitement never ceased to amaze Papyrus… 

Getting up, he had spots dotting his view, but chose to quickly force a bite down of the food. Though the magic seemed to fizzle normally, he almost couldn’t handle the sensation that streamed down his bones. Hiding a gag with a cough, he went and put his shoes on quick enough, simply slipping the things on and grabbing his sweatshirt. 

He had placed the plate down, but took a napkin and wrapped the rest of the food up in his palm, putting it in his pocket for later. “Sans, Al, y’guys get’cha selves Seasalt Tea b’fer headin’ out?” 

“Eeeeew! NO! I hate that shit!” Sans growled, finally able to get Alphy off his shoulders. 

“It is not that bad, Sans.” Alphy deadpanned. “...i mean… It’s gross, but-”

“I know, i know…” Papyrus shook his head in amusement. “bu’ y’know why we need it. get yer boney butt back in thare n’ get ya n’ yer sis a couple o’bottles. er else… i’ll jus’ tell Mr. Li ya’d rather get’cha self killed early n’ not learn how ta heal yerself. he’d go on n’ on on’a rant ‘bout tha’, y’know...” 

Sans sockets went wide before he puffed his cheeks out angrily, only to quickly run back into the house as Papyrus took one last bite of what he could handle before wiping his phalanges on his pants. He stood by the door, waiting for the kids to come barreling back out as they always did, and locked the door behind them. 

Pocketing the keys, they all were off to Waterfall. 

“Why do we gotta walk, Pap? Can’t we port, like you normally do?” Alphy said, looking back.

“ya kids have so much energy… plus, consider it part o’yer trainin’. wha’ does yer Dad say all th’time, Al?” Papyrus said easily, hiding his shaking hands in his pockets.

“Can’t rely on you guys for everythiiiiiiing.” Al groaned, slumping before turning around and walking backwards. “But who else has that power?! It’s so cool, Papy!” 

“I bet i have it!” Sans said almost too proudly. “I bet I have more powers than Pap!”

“Ew, the only power you’ll have is chomping someone in half, Sans! What with them massive chompers!” Alphy teased, stretching her gums to show her own before laughing as he scowled at her.

“shhh, keep yer voices down, ya dorks.” Papyrus warned with a smile. “we’re gettin’ outta th’safe zone… r’memba, quiet is key, so watch each otha’s backs like we taught ya.” 

“Right!” They both said in unison.

Damn, it’s going to be a long walk…

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     When they finally got to the Safe-zone of Waterfall, Papyrus had to sit on the ground to catch his senses. Even now, his mind was hazing a bit, but… He simply took out the remaining food and began to try and shove some of it down since his siblings pointed it out. Papyrus blamed he didn’t want people seeing him eat, because that would make him an ‘Easy Target.’

He saw the doubt in their eyes, seeing how he’s done it plenty of times before… But he reminded them that they were also with Lizando and he isn’t as young as he used to be. With that excuse, they dropped it… 

As they warmed up how Lizando showed them, Papyrus tried to eat all he could of the food, even if he was getting close to vomiting it all back up. Chasing the thought of that away, he watched them both with a certain emotion swelling in his chest of seeing his baby siblings being so old now… 

...Either with Pride or he was really close to vomiting now was hard to figure out…

Pocketing the empty napkin, he swallowed the final pieces and washed it with a swig of Seasalt tea, his bones tense as the magic coursed through him. Damn, he doesn’t understand what’s been going on recently, knowing what he’s been eating should be a lot better than what he used to get…

Ugh, he’d really have to find fresher ingredients next time, blaming it on spoiled magic.

After watching the two a bit more, making sure he could see correctly, Papyrus got up and walked over to start their training. 

“allright.” He said, accidentally startling Alphy as she left out a squeak. “...rule numba one, Al?” Chuckling with a brow raised, she slowly turned to face him.

“...Uhm… Always be ready for an attack?...” She murmured.

“yeah, n’ don’ squeak like’a chewtoy. ya want all th’dogs o’Snowdin comin’ afta ya?” 

“N-...No…” 

“good, strike next time, allright? cause who knows, it might not be me.” Papyrus said, patting her head. 

“But… I don’t wanna hurt-” “How are you going to know it’s him exactly next time someone is standing behind you?” Sans deadpanned. “Best to strike than someone backstabbing you, Al!”

“S-shut up! What if it’s someone scared then, huh?!” Alphy retorted. “What if it’s an innocent!?”

Sans took his wooden stick and took a strike at her. “Innocent my ass, if they pop up behind you; it’s only to kill! Until we get a hold of our abilities, these lousy things are only good for one thing! What does Li say!?” 

“Gah-! Sans, quit it!” Alphy took to fighting back against Sans, their sticks clashing at every blow. 

“What does he say?!” Sans growled more, getting harsher with his swinging and able to hit Alphys on her knee.

“Ouch! You-!!” Alphy boiled with rage, going after Sans. “Dad says to always anticipate the worst!” 

Papyrus stood, watching the two chase each other a bit more… Before he finally told them to come back. He chuckled as he saw Sans now had a few markings on his bone cheeks from the slaps of Alphy’s weapon, while her arms and knees held welts from Sans. 

“allright... so, were gunna practice magic t’day.” Papyrus said, watching the excitement bubble in their eyes. “bu’, we’re startin’ slow. y’guys know how ta form pellets from last trainin’… do a couple.”

The two formed their own pellet bullets, though he noticed Alphy’s had a bit of difficulty forming hers. 

“r’lax, think ‘bout a small ray’o’light, n’... thare ya guys go. good.” Papyrus praised, nodding as they both now fully formed two each. “now, y’guys recall how ta make ‘em hurt?”

“Of course!” Sans said, his sharp smile wide. “You have to feel Angry!” 

“No, you have to feel threatened!” Alphy corrected.  

Before either of them could argue, Papyrus coughed into his hand. “y’guys are on th’right track… bu’, wha’s th’ strongest emotion tha’ can cause’a Monsta damage?” 

“...Uhm… Disgust?” Alphy tilted her head. 

“No, idiot! Hatred!” Sans rolled his eyelights.

Papyrus snrked. “right, hatred. bu’ Al, disgust is one o’hatreds many different forms. howeva, ya can even be filled wit’ hate n’ it still won’ cause any effect… why is tha’?”

“Oh! Because one needs the intent to harm!” Alphy’s eyes went wide, Sans pouted at not being able to answer first. 

“correct. ya gotta both hate n’ wanna harm someone in orda ta do damage… bu’ tha’s fer’a stronger effect. so long as ya guys have jus’ th’intent ta harm, any negative emotion b’hind it will be’a boost.” 

Papyrus took a moment to look around before landing his sights on a couple of red echo flowers. With a grin, it would be the perfect target for the two since they’re fully made of negativity, the words alone would get a small monster absolutely furious. 

“see th’Echos ova thare?” Papyrus pointed to the small bundle of red that was by a tree. “get closer n’ shoot at ‘em. think o’th most disgustin’ thing ya can, or somethin’ ya hate th’most, n’ try ta rip th’Echo’s flower petals wit’ th’intent ta harm it.” 

The two looked over and began to get closer, only to halt at the same time. Apparently the two looked at one another with challenging smiles, perhaps whispering bets that they picked up the habit of doing, to probably see who gets the other's treats for the next week. 

Papyrus watched as Alphy’s went first, her first pellet coming and just grazing a petal that earned her a few curse words from the Flower itself. 

“s’allright, Al. use them words ta fuel yer intent.” Papyrus encouraged. 

Alphy nodded, taking her other pellet, carefully aiming… And getting the Echo smack dab in the middle, completely shutting it up. 

“I DID IT!” She screeched in glee, jumping. 

“Show off! Move over!” Sans scowled at her, quick to take her spot and aim for another flower… Before something else caught his eye. 

Before Papyrus could tell what, Sans went and shot his pellet out over the bundle of red Echo’s, only for a sudden deep, guttural growl to come out that shocked all three of them. 

“Sans, th’hell did’ja aim for!?” Papyrus quickly got to the two, grabbing them by the back of their shirts and keeping them close, getting ready to take a quick port. 

“I-... I-I thought it was a hive!” Sans stuttered, trying to get his balance as Alphy clung to Papyrus’ pant leg.

“even if it was, ya fuckin’ aim wha’ i tell ya ta aim at! undastand?!” Papyrus began to drag them both back as his sockets grew, seeing what Sans aimed to start moving.

A low growl was coming from the large forming Creature, the welt from the child in clear view until Papyrus realized what it was… 

[ncityislove]

Faith

➳ Pairing: Church boy!Mark x soft dom!reader (fem. reader)

➳ Genre: smut

➳ Word Count: 5.9K

Warnings: religious themes, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, oral (male receiving), handjob, swearing, unprotected sex

A/N: this may be the filthiest thing I’ve ever written lol and don’t be afraid to leave feedback since my readers like to reblog in silence

You’ve had your eye on Mark Lee since two summers ago when you first met him at church camp. He had just moved into the city, his parents sending him off to their newly found church to make friends in an attempt to cheer up their homesick son. He did make a friend—quite a few of them actually—all of the boys who couldn't even look a girl in the eye without shifting their pants. Naturally, they all kept their distance from you and other girls and that's how they liked it. The other girls had their sights on the older guys in camp, whispering rumors of how experienced they must be and how badly they wanted their virginities taken by either of the gentlemen.

You, on the other hand, didn't partake in those conversations, zoning out almost immediately every time the conversation drifted in that direction. More often than not your mind wondered towards Mark. His nervous and awkward demeanor piqued your interest right away and you couldn't help but imagine how he'd react if you spoke to him. How he'd trip over his words and panic. Or what he would do if you kissed him—what would he do if your lips kissed him somewhere lower? You didn't know. That's how two years later, on the last day of church camp, you decided to find out.

You waited all day to get Mark by himself, his gang of friends was seemingly glued to his sides since the early hours of the morning activities. Now, finally, he was alone, fishing the coins out of his pockets to get a snack from the vending machines. You pranced up to him, an evil smile stretching across your lips.

"Hey," you leaned your arm against the glass, blocking the machine.

His eyebrows shot up, his eyes blinking rapidly at your sudden appearance.

"You're Mark right?" you asked the both of you knowing very well you already knew his name. He nodded, his eyes shining with curiosity.

You've never been this close to him before. Your eyes raked up and down his form taking in what you didn't notice before as his fingers fidgeted with his change under your unwavering gaze.

Your eyes fixated on the coins peeking through his pretty long fingers. "Do you have any more? I'm starving."

"No, sorry. I only have enough left for one thing," his lips pouted in guilt. "W-we can share if you want?"

You tilted your head, thinking about his offer. He was just as sweet as you imagined him to be. You didn't know many people who would share their only snack with a stranger.

"That's okay," you declined, smiling sweetly at him. "You wanna walk down to the docks, instead?"

"The docks?" he repeated, dumbly. The change jingled in hands loudly now as he struggled to give you a proper answer. He needed more persuading. You wanted him too badly to let him get away now.

"I wanna see the sunset one last time, ya know? We won't be able to come back next year."

It was true this was your last year being able to attend. The church stops allowing people to come once they reach a certain age and you and Mark weren't getting any younger. Honestly, though, you couldn't care less about a sunset you've seen a thousand times since you were twelve however Mark seemed to buy it.

"I guess you're right. Sure," he nervously chuckled before inserting his money into the machine.

You moved away from the glass trying to hide your giddiness as he punched a few buttons, a black metal lever catching a marshmallow treat from the top corner and releasing it for his eager hands to reach.

You sat cross-legged on the edge of the docks, facing the pink and purple sky as Mark unraveled the foil to his treat. You could smell the sickly sweet scent of marshmallows as he chomped down a large chunk of it, humming in satisfaction.

"Mark?" You called and he looked towards you, his left cheek bulging adorably.

Your eyes softened when he shoved the treat in your face, gesturing for you to take a bite. You giggled breaking a small piece off and popping it into your mouth.

"You wanna know something?"

Mark smiled, his black locks bouncing as he nodded his head.

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," you admitted, your eyes meeting his as he stopped chewing.

"M-me? Really?" he stuttered, his ears turning red.

He looked cute when he was embarrassed, you thought to yourself. You wondered how far you could go before you made him uncomfortable.

"Are you a virgin, Mark?" the question flying out of your mouth without a second thought.

His eyes went wide, his hand flying to his mouth as he choked on his food. You laughed out loud as you patted his back.

Mark cleared his throat, his face beet red. "Uh-um...w-why?" he coughed again.

You shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Just curious."

"Are you one? A virgin, I mean?" he asked. You could sense the hesitancy in his voice.

You shook your head, your hand landing on top of his at the same time. He tensed at the contact, his eyes still as wide as saucers.

"Are you?"

"Yes," he looked back at the sun resting above the lake, a blush creeping up the back of his neck.

You wanted nothing more than to taint every ounce of purity in his body. Your tongue darted across your lips as you took in the view his sculpted profile. The straight bridge of his nose, the slight crease in his brow as he squinted in the rays of the sun and finally the pink plush petals of his lips. He was so pretty you wanted to steal him and do everything you could imagine and more to him. You would absolutely ruin him if he'd let you.

"Don't you ever get horny?" you asked, your thumb rubbing against his wrist.

He gulped, still looking straight ahead as he nodded again. "Doesn't everyone?"

You hummed in agreement. "What do you do when that happens? Do you just ignore it?"

"No...well I try to."

"Have you ever?..." you trailed off.

He nodded again, his other hand balling into a fist in his lap, crumpling the empty foil.

"What would you say if I told you I'm horny right now?" you asked, your teeth clamping on your lower lip in anticipation.

He was looking at you now with an unreadable expression, his eyes clouded with something you couldn't recognize. You stared at each other for a beat before his eyes cowered away.

You were surprised to feel his fingers intertwining with yours after being so sure you must've scared him off. Your shoulders relaxed as you curled your fingers around his, giving his hand a squeeze. You took your free hand, tilting his face, forcing him to look at you as you closed in the space between you.

"Is this okay?" you asked, your faces so close you could feel his warm breath tickling your nose.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, his lips clamping and opening over and over until you laughed, endeared by his shyness.

He tried to look away, clearly embarrassed, but you forced his chin back towards you. He opted for a nod this time, his teeth tugging harshly on his lip. You pulled at it with your thumb, watching intently as the flesh was freed from the harshness of his teeth, tracing over it with a gentleness you didn't know you possessed.

"You have such pretty lips. Like a doll," you said aloud causing Mark to groan in embarrassment.

"It's true," you insisted, your noses touching as you inched closer to him.

When you pressed your lips against his, a tremor ran through your body, the moment you've been dreaming about finally becoming reality. Mark was delicate. As far as you knew, he probably never even kissed a girl before but you were greedy. The haste in the way you moved to saddle his lap only further proved how needy you were for him. He tried to keep up with you, his tongue swirling around yours in hopes of pleasing you. He was cute. Too damn cute for his own good.

You broke away, your lungs feeling tight from not getting enough oxygen. Mark panted, his lips glossy with saliva, his big brown eyes looking at you in a way that made you want to tease him until he was whining and shivering under your touch but you suddenly realized your surroundings. A camp counselor could spot the two of at any given moment if they already haven't. The docks weren't exactly a private spot.

You stood up, holding your hand out. "Come."

Mark quickly took his trembling hand in yours, getting to his feet. You walked in silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the soft crunch of the grass under your sneakers. If Mark was having second thoughts, he didn't voice it.

The sun had set now and you had to be quick before everyone came back from evening prayer to eat dinner. You led up the steps to the girls' cabin, pausing at the door to look back at Mark, who seemed hesitant.

"Um..." he started, his gaze fixated at his feet.

"Yes, Mark?"

"Aren't we gonna miss prayer?"

"Do I make you feel like you need to pray, Mark?" you scoffed in a teasing tone.

He squeezed your hand as he ducked his head abashedly.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to," you said, your voice serious. "Do you want to come in?"

He watched as you opened the door, releasing your hands from his. His hands dropped to his sides as you witnessed him have an internal battle with himself. You smiled triumphantly when he followed you inside.

The bunks were messy and there was stuff thrown half-hazardously around the floor as everyone was packing for their return home tomorrow. The boys' cabin was in much worse condition from what you'd seen.

Your bunk was in the back of the room on the bottom. You had Mark sit down on the edge of the bed with you, your hands already wondering up and down his jean-clad thigh.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" you asked one last time.

"Yes," he gulped.

After getting his consent, your hands traveled from his thigh to his crotch, where he was already hard. His erection was straining against his pants so badly it must've been uncomfortable. His eyes shut tightly as you squeezed him through his jeans, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. Even though he seemed sure, you didn't plan on going too far with him—no matter how badly you wanted to.

You took your time unbuttoning his jeans, carefully watching his face for any signs of discomfort. When your hand finally wrapped around him skin-to-skin he let out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, his stomach tightening at your touch. He was big too. Bigger than you had anticipated but your gaze was fixed on his face instead. You looked at him in awe, the real thing incomparable to what you could possibly imagine in your wildest dreams. His eyes were still shut, his hot breath fanning evenly on your face.

"Sweetie, can you open your eyes?" you asked.

He shook his head, only squeezing his eyes tighter.

"Please? For me?" you said, your voice light.

He opened them slowly, his eyes finally connecting with yours and your pulse quickened. He looked breathtaking. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was focused on something.

"Spit," you commanded.

"Huh?" his eyes enlarged to the size of saucers.

"Spit on it," you said simply.

Mark looked grossed out but complied, nonetheless, a silver pool of liquid falling onto his reddened tip, leaving a wet trail as it traveled down his shaft. You massaged his length making sure to spread it around, causing him to gasp, bucking into your hands.

"Again," you said and he seemed much more willing this time as another pool of saliva landed on his tip, a shaky whimper emitting from him as you tugged at the base of his length. He knew what he was doing was wrong but it felt so damn good. There was time to regret it later but right now all he could think about was how much he never wanted you to stop. This was a feeling he never felt before, and dare he say it, it felt like heaven. He felt a twinge of guilt at how much he was enjoying this. He was sinning. He wasn't supposed to like it so much yet somehow the fact only turned him on further. And you. You were the embodiment of temptation. You were so beautiful, Mark couldn't say no to you even if he tried.

"How's this?" you ask just as you dig your finger into the angry head of his dick. Mark threw his head back, his nose crinkling as he moaned half from pleasure and half in pain. You soothed your finger over his slit as pre-cum came gushing from the hole. He whimpered again when you twisted your hand around him roughly, his teeth re-capturing his lower lip to muffle his sounds.

"Is it good?" you asked again. Your craving to his voice motivating your actions.

"S-so good," he replied, a shiver running through his body when you caught his eye. You pushed his legs open wider with your foot.

"Has anyone touched you like this before?" you asked, question after question spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

His cheeks turned rosy as he shook his head, his breath hitching in his throat when his sensitive head slid across the wet palm of your hand.

"Holy-" he started but didn't finish, catching himself before he let the word slip through his lips.

"Say it," you whispered, your teeth nipping at his jaw. "I dare you."

"H-holy...holy-"

"Say it," you urged him on, your tongue swirling over the harsh bone of his jaw.

"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned, his hand fisting around your loose t-shirt.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" you let your pace quicken as you asked him.

He groaned as his head fell onto your shoulder, shying away from your questions.

To see this side of Mark was exhilarating. He looked so guilty only having said a silly word that wasn't even that bad but still, you did pressure him into it. You kissed the top of his sweaty head tenderly, Mark's body slumping further into yours like a chain reaction. He tilted his head up, his lips begging for a kiss which you easily granted him, his whines being silenced by the clash of your lips. The kiss was sloppy and your breaths mingled with one another as you pulled away for a breath every few seconds.

You could hear the faint sound of whistles blowing in the distance. Evening prayer was over meaning the other girls were on their way back to get ready for dinner.

"Are you close?" you mumbled into his lips. Mark was far too out of it to even notice what was going on. He only chased after your lips that you had so cruelly taken away from him.

"Ah, ah, ah," you pulled away from him. "You need to answer my question, angel."

He let a wanton moan, somewhere in between you could barely understand a 'yes'.

"You have to cum, Mark," you pressed your lips to his forehead, your wrists snapping faster in contrast. "The girls will be back soon and you don't want them to see us, do you?"

Mark let out weak moan, his cock twitching in your hands. You lifted an eyebrow. Did that turn him on?

"You like the sound of that?" you asked teasingly. "Everyone seeing you like this."

The fist on your shirt only got tighter as his moans rose in pitch. "You'll be a good boy and come for me won't you?" you asked not waiting for an answer. "Cum."

His balls got tight as he twitched in your hand again, the veins on his length protruding in warning. His breath hitched in his throat before his climax rocketed through his body, his jaw hanging agape as thick white ropes of cum came spurting all over your hand like a geyser.

His body relaxed as he fell backward onto the bed, completely spent. You wiped your hands on the bedspread trying to ignore the throbbing in your core as you reached for something to clean him up as quickly as possible. The closest thing you could find was an old band t-shirt that belonged to the girl in the top bunk and you whispered an apology before using the fabric to wipe him clean and tuck his softening dick away in the confines of his jeans just as your friend, Ali waltzed in.

Mark would've shot up if he wasn't so exhausted but he couldn't feel his legs at the moment so he feigned sleep which made you roll your eyes. A few girls came in afterwards giving you odd looks as they passed by. You nudged Mark and he reluctantly sat up, his elbows holding up his upper body.

"I didn't know you guys were friends," Lizzie, the girl he slept in the bunk across from you commented.

"Really? We're pretty close. Right, Mark?" everyone turned to look at Mark, who looked like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yep! Yeah, me and __ are totally close!" he blurted with a fake smile plastered on his face. You inwardly face-palmed yourself. He was a bad liar too. Great.

"I didn't see you in prayer," Lizzie mused. "Come to think of it, I didn't see Mark either."

Mark's eyes widened as he searched for an explanation.

"It's our last day and I didn't want to spend it huddled up around the campfire to say the same old prayer."

Lizzie nodded but looked unconvinced. She knew you well enough to know that wasn't the full story.

"Didn't you say you were hungry earlier?" you turned to Mark. "Let's go eat!" you yanked him up and tugged him by the arm to the door, receiving more weird looks from your bunkmates.

"They knew! It was so obvious! We shouldn't have done that—what was I thinking?" Mark blurted as soon as you were out of earshot of anyone.

"Calm down," you giggled. "Sure, it was weird to find you in the girls' cabin but no one would suspect you of doing anything."

"Why not?" Mark asked, a pout on his lips in genuine confusion. You didn't have the heart to tell him everyone thought he was a prude who couldn't hold a conversation with the opposite sex so you patted him on the head instead, telling him not to worry about it.

-

Since then, you saw Mark every Sunday morning at church but you never spoke. He always looked so antsy during those few hours, his eyes flicking away if you accidentally made eye contact. You'd try to hold in the chuckle when you saw him turn red as he faced the preacher. It was endearing how nervous he became around you and it was painfully obvious that sexual tension was still there but you decided it was a one-time thing. You'd gotten what you wanted from Mark.  

Though it didn't help how good he looked in his dressy button-ups and slacks so tight you could see the perfect shape of his ass—and if you focused hard enough, the outline of his dick. You tried not to notice but one look at the man and your mind went back to that hot afternoon at camp. It was a trap really, how he came in looking so prim and pretty. It made you want to wrinkle his freshly ironed shirt and ruffle his perfectly combed hair while you fucked him in one of the empty youth group rooms.

That was wrong. If you weren't going to hell before you certainly are now. It was a Sunday for goodness sake, you were standing in the house of God. You looked to your parents who's heads were bowed in prayer as the preacher gave his lengthy monologue on his journey to his faith. You couldn't ignore your curiosity, wanting to take the chance to sneak a peek at Mark, who evidently had the same idea because when you turned he was already looking at you. His lips formed in an 'o' shape as he held up a hand awkwardly. You waved back, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. He mouthed something to you, but you couldn't make it out so you tilted your head in confusion.

He pointed at you this time as he repeated himself and you got it.

'How have you been?'

You smiled. You doubted he had any actual interest in how you were but was just trying to be polite.

'Good.' you lifted a thumb. 'And you?'

Mark mimicked you, raising his thumb. 'Bathroom?'

Bathroom?

He tilted his head toward the door and you had to make sure you weren't going crazy. Was he asking you what you thought he was? You agreed although you were unsure exactly of what he wanted but that was something you wanted to find out. You waited a few more minutes for the prayer to end and the ushers finally re-opened the doors.

Mark whispered something to his parents before squeezing out of his row, meeting your eyes briefly before heading out the side doors. You did the same, mumbling apologies as you ducked out of the room.

Mark was leaning against the wall next to the restrooms when you emerged. He was wearing baby pink today, a color you thought suited him well.

"Hey," he said in a soft voice.

"Mark," you greeted him. "What's up?"

He clasped his hands, his teeth showing as he gave you a jittery smile. "I just...well we haven't spoken in a while."

"True," you said, your palm laying flat against the wall for support. "You just wanted to catch up?"

"Not exactly..."

"You want something from me?" you said not really asking as you closed in the large gap between each other.

Mark swallowed, clearing his throat as he gathered the courage to continue. "I just can't stop thinking about that day when you...you know."

You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for him to finish.

"Every Sunday I see you and I start to have bad thoughts. Really bad thoughts."

You understood that feeling.

He took a deep breath. "I want it to stop but I can't control it. I shouldn't be thinking about such sinful things at church."

"And what do you want me to do about it?" It wasn't as if you could undo that day. What's done is done.

"I think...I-I want to do it again," he blurted.

You couldn't say you weren't expecting this but it still surprised you to hear it. He must've been thinking about it for a long time. Mark wasn't the type to initiate these kinds of things—especially at church.

"Here?" you raised a brow.

"No!...yes?" he scratched his head, his lips pursed in deep thought.

You cupped his cheek with your hand, his eyes snapping to yours immediately. "You want me to give you a handjob in the middle of service? Is that what you're asking?"

Mark groaned, licking his lips as he nodded frantically, his eagerness causing you to giggle. The good, innocent little Christian boy you met not too long ago was long gone now. You had turned him into something else. He wasn't innocent anymore, needless to say, you wouldn't enjoy it as much as the first time.

"I'd love to give you a hand, angel, but that was a one-time thing."

Mark wilted at your words, placing his hand on top of the one cupping his face. "I-I'm so hard, please? I promise I'll make you feel good too this time," he begged, blinking those big brown eyes that held the galaxy at you.

He must've known that was your weakness. Mark caught on to more than you thought.

"Have you done that before? Made a girl feel good?"

"No...but you can teach me," he said, squeezing your hand.

You didn't have time for this. Your "bathroom break" excuse won't work if you stayed out here any longer, yet, you were crumbling towards Mark's offer. No, he wasn't as innocent as you would've liked but everything about his face screamed virgin to you. He was still pure. And desperate for you more than anything.  

You cursed, pulling Mark into the family restroom ordering him to lock the door. Mark was on you before you could blink, pinning you against the wall as his lips smashed onto yours. His kisses were gentle however, his lips still as soft and warm as you remembered. His erection pressed into your hip and you could feel just how hard he was.

Mark's head was already spinning, all the blood rushing from his head down somewhere lower. This time he didn't feel guilty about what he was about to do. He would later on but right now all he could think about was you. How he'd never seen you naked but how great he knew you looked underneath the loose yellow dress you were  sporting. How tiny and dainty your hands were but how wonderful you could make him feel when you used them. How addicting the taste of your lips were and no matter how long he kissed you it was never enough. He wanted to have you completely—to see all of you—to feel all of you.

His tongue slowly prodded into your mouth and you briefly let him take initiative as he suckled on the tip of your tongue, pulling a soft whine from you and then you felt it. Mark subtly grinding his erection on your side. He let out small pants, enjoying the rough friction as he got off on your leg.

You suddenly remembered you had a time limit, pushing his body away from yours. Mark looked like a lost puppy, a sound of disappointment leaving his lips. You pulled the collar of his shirt, switching places as you pressed his back against the door. He let out a long sigh as you raked your fingernails up his thigh, slowly, slowly tracing over his clothed cock. He was getting impatient, his desperation only growing as you teased him but he didn't dare complain.

It felt like ages until you dipped your hand into the waistband of his pants. You took him into the palm of your hand, letting your fingers trail down his length before pulling him free, his thickness standing at attention for your hungry eyes to drink up. He was so hard it looked painful, the torn expression on his face as he watched you only further led you to believe so. His juicy reddened tip was already slick with essence and the temptation to take him into your mouth was all too strong as you bent down to kitten lick him and Mark keened in surprise.

You licked along the underside of his shaft causing Mark to squirm and you had to warn him to keep still. Mark had never felt anything like this. Everything felt so new when he was with you and he loved that. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better it did.

Mark's head flung back, hitting the door with a soft thud as you wrapped your lips around him completely. He let out an airy moan, his hand finding the top of your head and clutching onto the strands. You hallowed your cheeks as you sucked, your forehead touching his stomach once you reached the base.

Mark was loud, any recollection of where he was must've escaped his mind somewhere in between now and the moment you kissed him.

You pulled off of him with a small 'pop' taking in a much needed breath. Mark's eyes were only half-open, seeming just as out of breath as you.

"Do you want to try something?" you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you intended it to.

"Anything," Mark quickly agreed.

" 'Want you to fuck my mouth."

He frowned at that. "Won't that hurt you?"

"No, baby. It won't hurt," you giggled.

He smiled weakly, as he laughed at himself ignoring the warm feeling in your stomach that arose when he made you promise it wouldn't hurt.

You opened your mouth for him as he positioned himself, hissing when you pressed your tongue against him. He pushed himself to the back of your throat, grunting as he pulled your hair taut. He was gentle at first, his hips thrusting into your mouth slowly until he got more comfortable, filling your mouth until he was balls deep. His cock was down your throat, blocking your airways but even when you felt like your lungs were gonna burst you didn't want him to stop. The thought of him spilling his warm seed down your throat made it worth it. His nose scrunching up as he felt his climax approaching was all you wanted to see. His lips plump from his teeth digging into them as he cried out for as he came was just as beautiful a sight as ever.

The warm substance trickled down your throat as he emptied his seed into you, still rutting himself into your mouth as he rode out his high.

He fell back onto the door, his grip on your hair still firm as he caught his breath. He looked down at you. Your eyes dark and mouth slick with his cum. It was the hottest thing he ever witnessed; better than anything he'd ever seen in porn.

You rose to your feet, your thighs trembling from being in a squat for so long. Mark pulled you until your foreheads were touching, his lips pecking yours softly. He cringed at the taste of himself on you.

"I wanna be inside you," he admitted, his hands locking on your waist. "Can I?"

You blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness. "You wanna lose your virginity in the bathroom of a church?" you shook your head at him with a mischievous grin. "Naughty boy."

Mark looked flushed as he watched you pull the straps of your dress down, your bra coming into view.

"You want to touch them?"

"Please," he answered, his eyes trained on the fullness of your breasts.

"You're so pathetic," you taunted. "Look at you, all worked up. I bet you've imagined this before, haven't you?"

Mark had no shame as he nodded immediately.

"Dirty little boy," you clicked your tongue as you put his palms on your chest, allowing him free reign.

"Have you touched yourself to the thought of me, angel?"

Heat rose to Mark's cheeks as he squeezed your chest, his lips moving to tell you yes. You walked backwards to the sink, hoisting yourself up and opening your legs for him as a reward for his honesty.

Mark looked lost, his soft eyes falling onto your dark ones for assistance. You tugged him toward you, telling him to take off your dark panties. His eyes flew open when he caught a glimpse of how wet you were, a clear string sticking from your heat to your panties as he pulled them down your legs. He moaned out loud as his fingers collected the substance, lewd wet noises filling the air.

"Fill me up, pretty boy," you said wrapping your legs around his waist.

Mark wrapped his sticky fingers around his length, guiding the head to your throbbing heat before pushing into you, his jaw falling slack as he let out a guttural groan. His hand came to land on the mirror behind you as his head hung low, whimpering and moaning at how tight you were. You urged him to move, tapping on his bicep but he was on the verge of cumming. He mumbled apologies as he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily. You stayed like that for a while, his breath falling onto your neck, fully sheathed inside of you. You hadn't felt this full before, the burning sensation both pleasant and painful. You were dying, having him inside you without moving felt like a punishment for something you didn't do.

You accidentally clenching around him is what set him off, his hips snapping into yours. You let out a cry, pleasure shooting up your spine as he rolled his hips into yours, hitting your sweet spot. Your head lulled back, hitting the mirror every time he rutted into you, the faucet digging uncomfortably into your back. It felt like you were floating on cloud nine, your body heating up as Mark fucked you roughly.

Mark was going insane, the tightness of your core pulling him back in every time he pulled out; he was damn near drooling. He could see the bulge in your stomach as he pushed in and out of you, his brain going haywire. He was mesmerized, watching himself leave and re-enter you over and over.

"Fuckkk," he groaned, already losing himself to you.

You whined and whimpered, your nails scraping over the bare skin under his shirt hard enough to leave a mark. His pace was unforgiving, his thrusts powerful and deep. Your cries and whimpers only spur him on, somehow his cock managing to hit deeper.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck," you moaned, your eyes rolling back.

You clenched around him again, your climax jumping at you unexpectedly. The moan you let out was lengthy, your legs shaking as the world around you faded into white.

Mark shivered as he snapped his hips faster. "Oh, God."

Oh, God, indeed. He was hurdling over the edge just seconds after you, warm white cum filled you up leaving you feeling breathless. Mark pulled out of you feeling dirty but the lovely sight of his seed dribbling out of your throbbing hole was almost enough to get him hard again.

The service was surely almost over now, thoughts of your parents filled your memory as you hauled Mark's limp body off of you. You cleaned yourselves up, having to smack Mark's hand away a few times while getting dressed. Mark's hair was a mess and you didn't have a comb to fix it so you did your best to raking it with your fingers before parting ways.

You remembered what he had asked you before he left, his hand interlaced with yours, squeezing tightly as if you might try to let go.

"Can we do this again? I know you said it was a one-time thing before but..." he trailed off.

Your finger rubbed over the soft skin of his lips, pushing your thumb past his teeth and he instantly sucked on the digit, those almond eyes boring right into yours once again.

"You're so well behaved, Mark," you praised.

You looked at him from across the room, his last words ringing in your ears as he licked his lips, staring right back at you.

"You don't have to give me an answer now but promise you'll think about it? I know I will."

[lmpala97]

Not Your Dean (Dean x Reader) PART 3

All Parts under # not your dean

Warnings: NONE

Summary: takes place in season 10 shortly after Charlie’s death. Dean let’s the mark take over. You just want the man you love back.

Part 2

https://lmpala97.tumblr.com/post/184122935945/nydp2

Part 4

https://lmpala97.tumblr.com/post/184263009570/warnings-none-summary-takes-place-in-season-10

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The next week I continued to occupy myself with lore, hoping and praying that I would find something that could lift this hellish curse off Dean. I knew it was hopeless. Sam had went through these books dozens of times and found jack, but digging through that lore was a way to occupy myself. Being in the bunker just reminded me of Dean’s absence. The empty bed, the full fridge of food. Hell, I even missed his snoring. He’d always tell me “you’ll wish you could hear my snoring one day”...He was right.

Sam had gone off to see Rowena in that dungeon he’d set up, trying to see if he could crack the spell now having that translator Charlie had figured out before she...you know. I decided to stay behind, I couldn’t deal with Rowena’s sass. Not today at least. I probably would have stabbed her in heart if she said one damn thing about dean.

After what felt like hours and the hundredth useless lore book, Cas broke me out of my daze.

“Anything?” he questioned, walking into the disaster I now called my room.

“You tell me.” I said, rubbing my temples. “12 voicemails, low-jack Sam stuck on the impala CLEARLY has been disabled. So in short,  a big heaping scoop of nada. We need Rowena to hold up her end of the bargain NOW, which hopefully Sam has made some progress on -  before I go and gut the damn witch myself!.”

Castiel made a stink face and sighed turning away from me.

“What.” I said a little too bitchily. Everyone was getting on my last damned nerve. You either help me find Dean or you get the hell out and I knew Cas had been on the fence since the beginning.

“Nothing.. It’s just that if she removes the mark using the book of the damned” He shook his head “what of the consequences?”

That was it. Castiel picked the wrong day to even slightly throw out the idea of not curing the mark.

“Ok, which are what?” I said, slamming my laptop shut, making a poor attempt at containing my frustration.

“Dean said..” he began before I harshly cut him off

“Dean guessed!” I yelled “What are we supposed to do Cas? Sit on our asses and do nothing while Dean is out there doing god knows what. This close to turning into Cain 2.0” I held up my fingers a mm apart  for extra emphasis.

“No” he said stepping closer to the desk I was sitting at “we find dean!”

“And then what!” I yelled again, not even attempting to control my anger anymore. “The ONLY thing that stopped that whack-job Cain was DEATH. Do you wanna kill Dean? Because I DON’T!”

Cas remained silent as I continued my tangent. Probably figuring it was best to shut up while he was ahead.

“And the only way I know how to save the man I love is to cure the mark” I continued “And yes castiel, I know there will be consequences, And not you and not Dean, not anybody can tell me what those consequences are! So I’m not gonna let Dean destroy himself on some stupid guess!”

The room was silent as me and Cas made eye contact. Mine intense. His avoidant. He didn’t say anything. Deep down I knew he agreed with me, he wanted to save Dean as much as anyone else and he was just scared. I felt bad for going off on him for feeling something so human. But I was scared too, and I wasn’t giving up. Not on Dean. Not ever.

I finally broke the silence, cutting through the thick air of the room

“We save Dean, Cas. Plain and simple.”

Thankfully at that moment the phone rang, giving me an excuse to not look at the awkward angel standing in front of me.

“Sam” I said, glancing at Cas “Please tell me you found something before I swallow a bag of knives”

“YN” Sam said in a worried tone. “I know where Dean is”

….

“So Dean’s working a case? That’s random. Why would he go do that after he flipped the “evil” switch.” I said trying to decipher the map while Sam manned the wheel. I’m terrible at directions, why couldn’t he just let me drive, dammit.

“I don’t know” Sam replied frowning “Maybe he’s trying to do good again? You know, save people, hunt things”

“The good ol’ family business” I sighed “Well, look where that’s gotten us”

“Ya well, Rudy said Dean was working a case alongside him but wasn’t playing nice… couple of girls have went missing. I’m just hoping that now that we have the ingredients for the spell Rowena can pull it off”

“I hope so.” I said biting my lip. The ingredients for that spell seemed damn well impossible to find. All the items were like biblical and ancient. The forbidden fruit Adam and Eve chomped on, the golden calf? Something Rowena loves? Like what the hell even was that? I guess I should’ve expected it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing ever really was in our line of work.  

It was night time by the time me and Sam pulled up to the crime scene. It was nothing I haven’t seen before. Cops bustling around here and there, paramedics, caution tape. It was weird how normal this environment had become when you really think about it.

“I freakin hate these stupid FBI pants/skirts” I complained, as I adjusted myself “they always ride up my ass.”

Sam managed to slip me a dirty look before one of the officers approached us.

“Can I help you two?”

We went through the whole spiel of introductions, badge-flipping (I was moore, he was blackburn)  and Sam asking questions. After a couple minutes and some cringey jokes later, the officer was leading us to the crime scene, where apparently two bodies had been found. I was more than ready to get to the scene. I couldn’t stand one more poorly-delivered-old-man joke. Geez, what was with it and old small-town folk.

The chipper officer lead us to an old beaten down cabin up on a hill in the woods. I let Sam and the officer guy walk ahead of me, trying to avoid being looped into their conversation. Sam was first to enter the cabin but stopped cold in his tracks a few steps in, resulting in me nearly colliding head first into his back.

“Geez. Blackburn, Would you mind?” I grumbled. Despite my remark Sam didn’t move an inch. It was almost like he was frozen in place. Something you’d see someone scared crapless do.

“Sam?” I said, now too worried to keep up with the fake alias names,”what is it?”

Still no response.

Frustrated and frankly starting to get a little scared I pushed my way into the cabin standing alongside Sam.

“Holy sh -” I gasped, not finishing my sentence. For what I saw in front of me was too disturbing.

Laying on the ground, eyes wide opened was Rudy.  Rudy was dead. A hunter was dead.

And Dean had killed him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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