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andreafmn · 6 months ago

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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 26

Word Count: 4.0K Paring: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Requested by @elizabeth916: "Supernatural" Prompt @kinktober2023: Masturbation WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), slight voyeurism, vaginal fingering, masturbation, joint masturbation

Summary: After a hard life and a close brush with death via vampire, (Y/N) is taken in by Bobby Singer and taught the way of the hunters, even if that was the last thing he wanted for her. Add Dean and Sam Winchester into the mix, and she's more involved in the hunter lifestyle than before. Now, Dean is always always at odds with the girl. Even if he was the one who asked her to join them, he's always the one getting in her way. Sam says it's because he's in love with her. (Y/N) just thinks he's stubborn. One way or another, she's gonna find out they're both kind of right.

A/N: whoop, still doing this, I will try to finish before this october 🫣🫣 I've only gotten to season 5 of Supernatural so sorry this isn't more canon-centric

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Constantly being on the road provided little privacy. Being the only girl in a team of hunters made it harder to have some. Being the only girl in a team of hunters that were brothers made it nearly impossible to have any.

But (Y/N) couldn’t complain. The Winchesters were the closest thing she had to a family, and they needed her help.

She had lost her parents at a young age and had made a life for herself as best as she could. She was sent from foster home to foster home until, at eighteen, she met Bobby Singer by chance during one of his hunts.

A couple of days before, she had been kidnapped by a young vampire as she walked from work and took her back to his nest, where she was fed upon from the moment she arrived. She believed she’d die there with nothing to show for her life other than a rundown apartment and a shitty waitressing job.

But just as everything had seemed bleak, Bobby had come in swinging a machete around and killed every single one of the vampires that had resided in the abandoned warehouse. Seeing the girl who was barely clinging to life, the man took her back to his motel and waited until she had regained consciousness.

He was sure she would scream, try to run away, or even hit him. Yet all she did was flutter her eyes open and thank him. She wasn’t afraid, nor was she angry. She had simply accepted what had happened to her as something else she had to deal with.

“You really ain’t scared of everything I just told you?” he had asked her that night as they ate some burgers. “I mean, I just told you that you almost died because of vampires, and you were more surprised that they put pickles in your burger.”

“I’ve dealt with worse shit in my life to find the supernatural unbelievable,” she shrugged. “With how my life goes, dying from a vampire is the least of my worries.”

Bobby had only met one other teenager as nonchalant and used to peril, and he had not been able to help him as much as he wanted to. But he knew he would always regret if he left (Y/N) to her own devices after meeting her. So, Bobby offered her a chance at a different life. Going against everything he had ever believed, he offered her a room at his place and a new job. And she said yes.

That answer had changed her entire existence.

(Y/N) took to the hunting lifestyle rapidly, finding it easier than being an eighteen-year-old girl living by herself in a sketchy part of town. She invested all her time and energy to get stronger and faster, wanting nothing more than to become better and better.

Bobby tried his best to keep her life balanced, especially after seeing what the hunting life had done to John Winchester’s sons, Dean and Sam. For years, he pushed her to have a social life and do things normal young people would. Still, he couldn’t squander her determination. So, when Dean called her up one day to help him and his brother find their father, she quickly agreed, much to Bobby’s dismay.

But once her mind was set on something, there wasn't much he could do; all he could do was hope she’d one day come back safe and sound.

And that was the day she had lost all sense of privacy. The trio jumped from motel to motel, and there was not enough money for two rooms. Thankfully, there always were two beds and sometimes a rickety couch, not that it helped the choking sexual tension between (Y/N) and the older Winchester.

From the moment they met, there was an undeniable chemistry between them. Sure, Dean flirted with anything that walked on two legs, but it was different with (Y/N). He wanted much more than just a one-night lay with her. He wanted the entire package–the apple pie life he’d dreamed of.

But he wanted something different for her—something better than what he could offer. Like Bobby, he didn’t want her involved in the hunting business. He had even begged Bobby not to let her go. But Sam was right. If they had any chance of finding their father, it would have been with her by their side. Just because he had agreed to let her tag along did not mean he didn’t worry whenever they were on a mission. If he wasn’t making sure that Sam wasn’t hurt, he was worried that (Y/N) was, and more often than not, his concern came out more like hostility rather than worry.

Much like their latest case. The three of them were sat at a diner, a giant breakfast spread on the table before them, and the only one eating was Dean. (Y/N) and Sam had their noses buried in books and laptops, trying to gather all information they could about a particular nest of vampires that had made their home in a small town outside of Detroit.

The case was particularly personal for (Y/N). The vamps that had been running amok the town had been the same ones that had almost taken her life many years before. Just like Bobby had told her, they left an item of the person they abducted with a star drawn in their blood at the place they were taken from. The creatures looked for easy targets and always hunted in the darkest corners of the night.

Now, (Y/N) had a plan to get to their nest, but it seemed she was the only one who thought it was a good one. “I’m just saying that it’s worth a try,” she whispered as she sipped her coffee. “I can make myself a target, and they’ll think it’s fucking divine intervention that they got the one that got away. Then you guys can follow and kill them all. I don’t see what’s so bad about that.”

“Are you fucking serious, (Y/N)?” Dean seethed. “They could kill you on the spot. It’s too risky.”

“It’s the only plan we’ve got right now that could actually end this,” she countered. “Even Sam thinks that it’s good.”

“All I said was that it could technically work,” the younger Winchester defended. “But I also agree with Dean that it’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care if I get hurt as long as we get them.”

“It’s not about you getting hurt, (Y/N),” Dean spat, slamming what was left of his sandwich onto the plate. “It’s about you fucking dying.”

“Well, it’s a risk I’m willing to take,” she countered with the same anger. “It’s my life we’re talking about here, Dean. Not yours.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable!” he exclaimed through gritted teeth as he got up, grabbing his jacket in the process. “I’ll be in the room. I need to cool off.”

Sam and (Y/N) watched as the older Winchester left the diner, a cloud of steam almost visible in his step. It wasn’t the first time he had stormed out that way; it was his standard practice when things weren’t going according to his plan. But that moment, in particular, felt different. The energy was different.

“Okay, he needs to get over himself,” the girl muttered as she slouched in her seat, her arms crossed across her chest. “You guys cannot be the only ones allowed to sacrifice yourselves for the greater good. I know I can get hurt. I signed up for this job just like you guys did.”

“I don’t know who’s more oblivious,” Sam snickered as he popped a slice of bacon in his mouth. “You seriously don’t understand why he acts like that with you?”

“Because he’s a total douche with a god-complex?”

“No, idiot,” he laughed. “Because he likes you and cares about what happens to you.”

“Oh, come on, Sammy. We’ve been through this before,” (Y/N) said. “The only things Dean Winchester cares about are his car and you. I don’t even fall in the top five.”

“Jesus, you’re both just so stubborn,” he sighed, rubbing his temples. “Go talk to him, and then tell me if he doesn’t care.”

“He’s just gonna fight with me.”

“Go, (Y/N),” Sam exclaimed. “And actually talk to him.”

“Fine!” the young woman finally relented. “But you’re getting stuck with the research then.”

“Like that’s ever changed,” he scoffed jokingly. “Now, go.”

(Y/N) took the short walk back to the motel as slowly as she could, kicking a rock in her step as she fiddled with the key. It wasn’t the first time Sam had hinted at Dean’s supposed feelings for her. It had become his one source of teasing material since they had met for the first time. But she had always taken it as a joke, nothing more—just a quip a little brother used to bother his older brother. There was no way there was any truth to it. And if going to the room proved that, then that was what (Y/N) had to do.

As she neared the motel, she caught a glimpse of Baby, and a slight chuckle bubbled in her throat. That car was Dean’s one true love, and she knew that. He treated his vehicle better than any of the women he paraded in and out of their motel rooms or even the ones who never made it out of the bars. Hell, he treated it better than her or Sam at times.

That was the reason she had never admitted her feelings in the almost eight years she had known him. (Y/N) knew they wouldn’t be reciprocated. Dean had never given a single indication that he’d ever share her sentiment. Well, other than Sam’s words. But who could believe him then?

All she needed was one sign. A simple whisper from the universe that he did share in those feelings. That the reason he fought with her so much was because there were so many emotions bottled up inside him that he couldn’t help how they came out. Just one sign.

“(Y/N),” she heard an exhale as she neared the motel door. It was raspy and guttural, and she knew it had not come from the wind. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

She could have been dreaming. In the supernatural world, anything was possible. But the metal doorknob felt too cold in her hand, and the key turned too loudly for it to be her imagination. Behind that door, a scene was unfolding that surpassed her wildest fantasies, and she was the main character without knowing it.

(Y/N) opened the door slowly, pulling it upward to avoid the whining of the hinges, and she came face-to-face with something she could have only dreamed of. In fact, she was sure she had dreamt it before.

Dean was splayed in the middle of her bed, his hard cock in one hand and a pair of her underwear in the other. He ran his hand up and down his length, easing his pumping with the leaking precum that stained him. After every few strokes, he’d bring the piece of fabric to his face, taking a long drag before muttering (Y/N)’s name once more.

His eyes were pressed shut, and his movements were erratic. Dean was close, that much she could tell. She could see it in the way he breathed, in the way his hips stuttered, and the way his skin had grown red and flushed. Dean was reaching his climax with her name spilling from his tongue.

“So fucking stubborn,” he croaked out as his seed spilled all over his stomach. “(Y/N), fu~uck.”

“Good to know my underwear didn’t just disappear three months ago,” she grinned as she finally made herself known. “Didn’t take you for a panty sniffer, Deanie.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Dean exclaimed as he tried his best to cover himself. He pulled the sheets from under himself, pulling too hard and falling to the floor with a loud thud. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know who you were thinking about,” (Y/N) taunted as she approached him. His legs were still on the bed, and his jeans pooled around his ankles while the sheet covered the rest of his body. At any given time, she would have made fun of him; tease him until he begged her to stop. But the heat that pooled between her legs had blurred her mind, and all that she wanted was to replace the hand that was working him. “Something you wanna tell me, Dean?”

“God, you’re insufferable,” Dean huffed as he tried to get up. “It’s not what you think.”

“And what do I think, Deanie? What did I just walk into?”

“I just needed to relieve some stress.”

“Oh, and do you always relieve your stress thinking of me?” (Y/N) mewled as she knelt down, her breath hot on his skin as she whispered in his ear. He stiffened up at her closeness, trying his best not to touch her. “See what I think, Deanie, is that what Sam’s been telling me is the truth. That you like me and that you care about me. And since daddy never taught you how to express yourself correctly, you just let everything out when you’re angry.”

Those words ignited a fire in Dean. He no longer cared about his lack of clothing or the situation (Y/N) had caught him in. All he wanted was to regain control. “You think you’re funny, huh?” he growled as he flipped her onto the ground and towered over her. “You think that just because you caught me like this, you know everything now?”

“I know enough,” she smirked up at him as she fought against his grip. “Matter of fact, I can feel it against my leg right now.”

“And you think it’s for you? You think you’re the only (Y/N) out there?”

“I’m the only one you know,” she teased. “And I’m the one whose panties you were sniffing.”

“It’s just a matter of convenience, (Y/N),” he shrugged. “You’re here. That’s that.”

“Are you sure, Dean? Because I’ve never seen you hoard the underwear of any of your past playdates. So, why mine? And why were you jacking off with my name rolling off your tongue?” (Y/N) propped her torso up by her elbows, pressing the tip of her nose to his, testing the waters before diving in. “And what if I told you I felt the same way, Deanie? What if I said that I’ve thought of you with my own hand down my pants? That I’ve edged myself for hours thinking of what you could do to me. And it’s not a matter of convenience for me, Dean. It’s the real deal.”

Dean couldn’t believe what the woman under him was saying. He’d gone so long thinking his feelings were one-sided that Sam only told him the things he wanted to hear. To him, (Y/N) was too smart and too beautiful ever to want to be with him. He wasn’t what she deserved, but now he knew he was what she wanted.

“Tell me you’re messing with me,” he grumbled. “Tell me this is just one big joke.”

“Why do you want me to lie to you, Dean? Is it so hard to believe that someone can feel something for you? That I love you?”

“You don’t mean that,” he continued. “How would you know what you feel is real? It’s not like you have a lot of options on the road.”

“Because I’ve felt like this from the moment I met you, Dean,” she confessed. Her heart had begun hammering inside her chest, begging for a moment of rest. But that was the last thing she wanted. It was the last thing she needed. “Why don’t you want to believe that I could feel this way about you?”

“Because you deserve better, (Y/N),” he muttered softly, almost like he didn’t want her to hear it. “I’m not better.”

(Y/N) knew words were not enough to calm the doubts that drowned his mind, but she knew how she could show it. With a smile on her face, she pulled one of Dean’s hands with her own as she unzipped her pants with her other. She moved their interlocked hands to the wetness that had pooled in her core, pressing his calloused fingers on the aching bundle of nerves that had been begging for attention. “I know what I deserve,” she hissed. “And I know what I want, Dean. I want you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he argued. But his fingers were telling another story. As if by instinct, his digits had started circling her clit, rubbing circles and shapes over the bud. “I’m damaged goods, (Y/N). I’m no good.”

“And I’m not better,” she added. “We all have a past, Dean. It can’t stop us from living in the present.”

“Is that what you’re doing, then?” Dean chuckled. “Living in the present?”

“We both are, Deanie,” (Y/N) grinned mischievously, knowing she had won him over. “As soon as you give in, baby.”

“You win, then,” he smiled. “For now.”

Dean pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s, savoring their softness and their warmth. It was everything he had imagined and more. They moved perfectly in sync, fitting into each other’s empty spaces like they had been crafted for each other. And maybe they were. Maybe they were part of some divine plan and had no idea. But at that moment, it didn’t matter. It was the fact that they were together that made everything just right.

“So, is this all because of me?” Dean taunted as he teased her folds. “This how you always are?”

“Yeah,” she sighed in pleasure. “I can’t help it when I’m with you.”

“Wish I had known earlier,” he grinned deviously. “I would have been taking care of you, (Y/N).”

“I think we’ve been taking care of ourselves quite well,” (Y/N) teased. “I mean, from what I saw today, you got your system down.”

“Oh, is that so? That mean you got your system too?”

“Well, I have not heard any complaints yet,” she chuckled. “I kind of know my body quite well.”

“Show me then.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter?” Dean smiled. “Get up on the bed and show me how you touch yourself thinking of me, baby.”

Dean slipped an arm under her legs and another on her back and carried her to the bed, where he laid her body softly on the mattress. He kissed his way down her body as he rid her of her clothes, revealing the valley of her skin and marking his path with his mouth.

“Show me,” he said as he kissed down her legs. “Show me what you do.”

“You gotta get off me first,” she chuckled. “Or are you gonna do the work for me?”

“As tempting as that sounds, baby, we gotta even the fields here. And we don’t have much time.”

With a slight chuckle, (Y/N) situated herself comfortably on the bed, propping her back up with a few pillows. Just enough so she could see Dean’s form. He had dragged a chair and rested it just at the foot of the bed, his eyes firmly trained on the woman’s body.

Soon enough, (Y/N)’s hands set off to work instinctively. They roamed her body sensuously, squeezing and kneading her most sensitive spots. As they worked their way through her skin, one rested upon her breast as the other made its way between her legs. She spread her limbs wide, giving Dean the show of a lifetime as her digits spread her folds and gathered her wetness before landing on her aching clit.

She knew it was her hands that were touching her, but her mind quickly tricked her into thinking it was Dean’s calloused fingers running across her body. In her head, it was him that was toying with her clit, it was him that was pinching her hardened nipples, it was him that was bringing her closer and closer to her awaited orgasm.

But it was clear that it wasn’t. Where he sat, Dean had taken his hard cock back into his hand, pumping at the same rate (Y/N) was touching herself. He slid his hand up and down his length, using his thumb to circle the head as precum coated him. In his head, it was her hand wrapped around him, squeezing softly as he tried to ride out his climax as long as he could.

“Fuck yourself, baby,” Dean groaned out. “I’m getting close here.”

“I always knew you were always too fast to the finish line,” she teased, concealing a moan that burst through. “Might just call you two-minute Dean.”

“You really know how to shatter the fantasy, (Y/N),” he sighed. “Just do it, baby.”

“Alright, but stop talking, Dean. You’re wrecking my fantasy here.”

After Dean finally quieted, stifling a moan that was bubbling, (Y/N) continued with her work. The hand that had been touching her chest slithered down her body, sinking into her core as her other hand continued her attack on her clit.

Moans and pants left her as she pistoned into her cunt, her digits curling at the end to bring her that much closer to her climax. She could see how hard it was for the man before her to keep up with her speed. His skin had started to redden and beads of sweat had formed across his body. His chest heaved quickly, and his movements stuttered as he held onto whatever resolution he had left.

“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned. “I’m so close, baby.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he stammered. “Keep going. Cum for me, baby.”

(Y/N)’s picked up speed as she felt the tight coil in the pit of her stomach threatening to snap. She had done that dance many times before, searching, pushing, beckoning her orgasm to the brink. But it was the first time the Dean that was before her was real, close enough she could touch him. Close enough he could touch her.

It was that very thought that had her yelling out his name as her finish washed over her body, drenching her hands in her essence. Close behind, Dean burst across his stomach with her name dripping from his tongue, his eyes firmly trained on hers.

Dean took her into another rough kiss as they came down from their respective orgasms, her lips so irresistible he didn’t care how out of breath he was. “God, you’re perfect,” he panted. “So fucking perfect, baby.”

“Was that everything you had dreamed of?” (Y/N) teased with a grin. “Was that what was running through your head when I caught you?”

“Something like that,” he chuckled as he caressed her cheek. “It was more of a contact sport, if you get what I’m saying.”

“Well, we still got some time to kill before nightfall,” she offered. “And I’ve got enough for a round two.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

As Dean kissed his way down (Y/N)’s neck, a knock on the door startled them apart, sending them scrambling for their clothes.

“Guys?” Sam called from the other side of the door. “Is everything okay with you two? We really need to get ready for tonight.”

“Fucking Sammy,” Dean grumbled quietly, his eyes rolling as he slipped his t-shirt on. “We were just getting done talking.”

“No fighting?”

“We were very civil, Sam,” (Y/N) called out, trying her best to swallow the laughter that was bubbling in her throat. The pair had gotten dressed in record time, fixing the bed and brushing their hair. She was slipping on her boots when she whispered to Dean, “We are definitely getting a raincheck on that round two, Dean.”

“Oh, you betcha, baby,” he grinned. “Don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to be caught in the act.”

“Just be grateful it was me and not Sam,” she smiled before kissing him once more. “Now, let’s go kill us some vampires.”

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wangxianficrecs · 8 months ago

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💙 Caught in 4k by KizuKatana

🔒💙 Caught in 4k

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

E, Series, WIP, 184k, Wangxian

Summary: A night-hunt goes wrong, and Wei Wuxian is scapegoated for the death of the Jiang Sect Leader and the destroyed core of the Jiang Sect Heir. As punishment, his core is taken and given to Jiang Cheng, and he is stripped of his cultivation credentials and expelled from the sect. What everyone forgot was that Wei Wuxian was wearing the standard issue body camera that each cultivator wore on training missions and high-risk night-hunts. Struggling to make ends meet, Wei Wuxian finds his way to Caiyi Town with the doctor who performed the surgery, a partial core still secretly in place. His application to work at Cloud Recesses is summarily rejected by the hard-edged Second Jade of Lan after an unfortunate initial encounter. But things change when someone hacks into the Jiang systems and releases the footage of what happened. Kay's comments: The series is still a WIP, but the main story is complete! I am so weak for Kizu's modern AUs with cultivation, they are great. Especially the world building and how the cultivation society might function in a modern AU shines in this story. Definitely not a story for fans of the Jiang family, but a story for everyone who wants to see some retribution for the things Wei Wuxian went through. Here, Jiang Fengmian dies during a night-hunt accident where Jiang Cheng's golden core gets destroyed and Madam Yu makes Wei Wuxian give his golden core to him, unfortunately for her, his body-cam is still filming everything. Wei Wuxian finds himself taken in by Wen Qing and her family and we get the sweetest found family and Dadxian vibes here and then meets Lan Wangji as well, who's highly judgemental at first but soon finds himself drawn to Wei Wuxian as well. This story really got it all, the drama, the horny, the softness, the restitution & humor. Excerpt: Still Wei Wuxian forced himself to at least try one last time. “You could also interview me. Have me talk to your best talisman experts,” Wei Wuxian said, forcing himself to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Interviews are scheduled based on receipt of proper credentials and references.” “I don’t have any, at least not right now. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be a great teacher.” “No references, no interview.” “Come on. Look, ask me anything about talismans. You’re an experienced cultivator, right? So you must know enough to at least interview me to see if I know what I’m talking about.” “Simply ‘knowing about something’ is not sufficient. Our lecturers are renown cultivators, and masters in their fields. No references, no interview.” Wei Wuxian felt frustration well up in him, especially at the reminder that Lan Wangji didn’t see him as a cultivator. No one would, in his current condition. Why would they? He didn’t have a functional core, which was the main scale against which all cultivation efforts were measured. He thought he had done a good job of not getting his hopes up about the teaching position, but the suffocating feeling constricting his chest was calling him out for being a liar. He should have known better. Why did he never learn? Some people had luck on their said, but Wei Wuxian had never been one of them. “Right. Of course. Because it would be impossible for someone who wasn’t born to the fucking clan nobility to ever actually be good at something, and the cost of taking the mastery test makes sure that other people can’t do it!” Lan Wangji’s lips parted slightly, like he might say something, but his expression was as opaque and emotionless as before. Wei Wuxian didn’t need to sit around and listen to him defend the clan system. “Good to know that the Lan are just the same as all the other sects,” Wei Wuxian continued, his lips twisting into a sarcastic smile. “Thanks for making that clear.”

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, yu ziyuan being an asshole, dysfunctional jiang family, jiang family bashing, canon divergence, golden core reveal, burial mounds ensemble as family, golden core transfer, golden core transfer fix-it, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, dual cultivation, strangers to lovers, misunderstandings, meet ugly, families of choice, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort

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gallade-x-treme · 8 months ago

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CALL 👏 HIM 👏 OUT 👏

#Delicious in Dungeon #Leed #Chilchuck Tims #CAUGHT IN 4K

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rainroses45 · 1 year ago

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Imagine miguel catching you reading smut. the way you would throw the book across the room only for him to shoot a web and catch it.

“what’s this?” he asks curiosity flipping over the pages reading the dirty lines, all while you curl yourself up in a ball blushing. you would try to escape the area at first but then he would start to read the lines out loud.

“his length sprung out as its red tip-“ “SHUT UP YOU FURRY FACED TROGLODYTE!” you screamed as you tackled him to the floor trying to take the book out of his hands.

“her loins burned with passion while he sucked on her perked breast. you actually like this stuff?” he smirked at you as he flipped to the next page. you stood up seeing no point in trying to deny it anymore. before you could respond, the door slammed open causing miguel to stand up still with the book in his hand.

and peter just walks in like “hey i read that book before, personally she should have got with nate but adams jawline was to DIE FOR.” miguel just looks at him like “wtf” while you rush over to him fangirling.

soon miles walks in along with gwen and hobie only to see you and peter squealing so hard. miguel’s just stands there still with the book in his hand wondering how could he have avoided all this.

“what are you guys jumping up and down for?” gwen raised an eyebrow at the both of you. miguel was about to explain the situation when peter interrupted.

“i walked in to see miguel reading the most dirtiest yet well written romance book ever.” everyone just turns around to see a blushing miguel who is stumbling over his words.

“well no this isn’t actually my book…ummm this is y/n’s book….i-y/n you can jump in at any time now.”

“oh no i think you are doing fine by yourself, it was your flaming loins you were complaining about.” you giggled as miguel gave you the most betrayed look of the entire world. the one scene were he just stands there shocked, yeah that is what he would be doing.

hobie would never let him live this moment down, and miles would be less afraid of him yet more weird with him. it was just uncomfortable knowing that he read smut, same with gwen she would just be a tad bit awkward with him.

peter would be throwing romance recommendations left and right and trying to start a spider book club which miguel would turn down every time.

you on the other hand experienced what is was like to feel your loins on fire for serval nights after that incident. but you weren’t complaining, miguel learned some ideas after reading your book ;)

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv hobie #hobie brown #spiderman spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #smut #caught in 4k

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pleasantreviewpost · 2 months ago

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Me when my parents walks in be like:

#smg4 #smg4 smg3 #when my parents walks in #caught in 4k #caught in the act

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riuhere · 2 years ago

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Edit: 200 followers special short animatic!

Aha, these two are gonna be the death of me-

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neongalaxiie · 8 days ago

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Caught In 4K - Part 4/5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 6

Regrettably, Hero did not spend their last moments wisely.

They lay in bed for a full half hour, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how they were going to die — before they realized they should probably go out and do something.

They hoisted themselves up and blinked at the setting sun outside their apartment window. They still had about an hour until Superhero called them back to the office; they might as well make the most of it.

Hero grabbed their keys and pulled on a jacket, exiting their apartment. They didn't notice Villain, who had been watching them ever since they got home...

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Villain peeked into the apartment, balancing on the windowsill. Hero was going out. Villain had explicit instructions from Supervillain to not let Hero out of their sight.

Well, Hero was out of their sight for now, but they'd no doubt emerge from the front door of the apartment building.

Hero stepped out about a minute later with their hands tucked into their jacket pockets, headed toward the center of the city. Villain peered down below, almost losing balance on the narrow windowsill.

They glanced up to the next platform. Too far to jump, but they jumped anyway. Their fingers caught on the edge, and they swung into the shadow below.

Villain resurfaced into an alleyway just ahead of Hero. They paused, waiting for Hero's footsteps to pass, before detaching from the silhouetted wall, remnants of darkness clinging to them as they reformed.

The sun dipped below the skyline, blackening the surroundings and making Villain's job easier. They took advantage of the multitude of hiding places, teleporting between shadows, and transforming into a shadow themself to avoid being spotted.

If Hero knew someone was following them, they didn't show it. But then again, Villain was confident in their abilities. They tailed Hero all the way to the subway, ducking into the dark spot beneath a chair. Hero remained standing, and from this vantage point, all Villain could see was their shoes.

Villain took this opportunity to look around, keeping themselves busy. They'd glance back at Hero's shoes whenever the train stopped to ensure they don't lose sight of their objective. Three stops later, Hero's shoes moved toward the exit, and Villain snuck out, an indistinct spot on the ground.

Villain darted to the nearest shadow to avoid gaining attention and watched as Hero ascended the stairs to the outside world. The dark spot started moving again, slinking up the steps and blending in with the shade cast by other people.

Villain momentarily lost track of Hero once they got to the top. They reformed, squinting in the gloom, until they made out a silhouette that suspiciously looked like Hero. Villain melted back into the dark as they gained on their target, always staying about six feet behind. With night fast approaching, they no longer had to stick to hard shade.

Villain internally frowned, wondering where Hero was going. The city was dangerous at night, not that Hero didn't know that. Hero might not even need protection if they got ambushed, and Villain hoped to hell they didn't get ambushed, lest they reveal themselves.

Eventually, Hero stopped, glancing at their watch before entering a diner. Food, then. Fair enough. Despite not having a stomach in shadow mode, Villain still felt hungry. Dinner would have to wait; their mission was much more important.

Villain waited around for fifteen whole minutes — the absurdity — before Hero finally emerged with a takeaway box and soda. They slurped the drink loudly as they headed straight for Villain.

Villain freaked out a bit, pressing deeper into the wall. Hero didn't even look at them.

Villain muttered under their breath as they trailed behind Hero again, who seemed to be in no hurry at all... until they glanced at their watch again. Their pace sped up and Villain was glad that they actually had to exert some effort to keep up.

They got back on the subway, heading even farther into the city. This time, Hero took a seat, digging into their meal. Villain parked themself under the seat across from Hero, watching them take big mouthfuls of their burger. If Villain had a stomach in this form, it would've growled loud enough to give them away.

The train arrived at Hero's stop, and they hurriedly packed up the rest of their dinner. Hero practically flew onto the platform, leaving Villain to scramble underneath the multitude of shoes.

Hero took the stairs two at a time, reaching the top and glancing again at their watch. They visibly relaxed, walking toward the Hero Organization at a little more than a leisurely pace.

Villain dragged themselves up to the top of the stairs, exhausted. Keeping this form for so long had taken its toll, but it was much better than being accidentally spotted. Villain saw the skyscraper of the Organization loom up ahead and could've swallowed.

What was Hero doing here? They weren't even on duty. Villain could've narrowed their eyes as they wound down the sidewalk.

Hero stepped inside the building, easy, but Villain stopped short. The inside was well-lit, and two security guards flanked the door. They would be seen for sure.

Villain rounded the building, taking cover in an umbra to reform and catch their breath. They couldn't follow Hero inside, but maybe they could spy on them from the outside?

Villain crept along the side of the building to the back, just to see the glass elevator shoot upwards and stop at one of the higher levels. Villain squinted, but couldn't make out who was inside. They scowled, becoming darkness once again and slithered up the shady building, steering clear of windows. By the time they got close enough to the elevator, its passengers had left.

The elevator descended, and came back up carrying Hero, who leaned against the wall, texting. Villain kept still as the elevator slowed, Hero picked up their food and drink, and exited. Villain stuck out halfway through the wall, a void-like profile, and peered through the glass, catching Hero turning left just before the doors closed.

Villain sunk back into the wall, focusing, and found themselves on the other side of the elevator. A jolt of pain hit them, followed by a crumbling fatigue. Villain pressed on, but they found their passage blocked by a large window that took up the entire floor in height. They leaned forward to peek in, and retracted immediately when they saw Hero enter the room.

An office. And upon a second, more careful glance, Superhero's office.

Villain couldn't hear what was happening, just see Hero's distressed expression facing them. Superhero's back was turned to Villain. They had to get inside.

Villain examined the room, getting a good feel for all the darkest shadows and best hiding spots. The obviously best and worst place was under Superhero's desk, or underneath one of the chairs. But Villain was becoming more drained with every moment of staying like this, and a larger shadow would be easier to teleport into without being seen.

So Villain, took a deep breath, concentrated, aimed, and dissolved...

...They blinked and glanced around, disoriented. They could feel themself slipping a bit, which was weird. All they could see was darkness, and then— oh. The window, Superhero, and Hero.

It hadn't worked. They must've been too exhausted.

Hero was crying now, their face flushed. Villain kind of felt bad for them, which made them wonder even more what they were talking about.

That information would be useful to Supervillain, that was for sure.

With no way in, Villain had no choice but to remain outside, keeping an eye on Hero. There were no ledges out here, and Villain was relieved when the meeting inside was finishing up.

Hero wiped their eyes, rising from their seat and taking some papers with them. Superhero got up, speaking with them a little bit longer. All Hero did was nod.

Villain was getting impatient. They needed to make sure Hero was getting back down to floor level, and when. They felt their hold over this form failing. If they didn't get to the ground soon...

Villain held on for as long as they could, regardless, feeling the burn. It was like holding on to a metal bar for too long, lactic acid replacing the oxygen in the muscles.

As soon as Hero turned out of the room, Villain slithered down the wall, reforming and popping out of the wall before they reached the ground. They gasped, taking in air as they collapsed on the concrete foundation.

A whir sounded beside them, and Villain glanced over to the elevator, settling and dinging. Hero stepped out.

Villain forced themselves up. They had to get to the front door and follow Hero. They stumbled several times, their legs like lead, and they held onto the wall for support.

Thankfully, Hero wasn't in much of a hurry to get home, but their mood never improved. Villain so badly wanted to know what was up without outright confronting them about it.

Villain became distantly aware that Hero no longer had their food or drink. Whatever. Maybe they threw it out. Their stomach rumbled again at the thought of food.

Villain couldn't take their shadow form anymore, so they stayed farther away from Hero than they felt comfortable. Dressed in their villain uniform, they would gather a lot of suspicion if they tracked Hero too closely. Villain kept an eye out, sticking to the darkness wherever possible, and giving streetlights a wide berth.

Yeah, they definitely looked suspicious.

Regardless, there weren't as many people out now, and the streets were mostly empty. Conscious of this, Villain's steps slowed and became as quiet as possible. Their stomach growled loudly, echoing in the silent night.

Villain stopped, eyes going wide as Hero glanced to the side. Villain wondered if Hero saw them in their peripheral vision and was ignoring them to give them the benefit of the doubt. Not that they didn't have any doubt. Swallowing, Villain crept along, sticking closer to the wall.

They almost jumped back when Hero took a sharp left turn, disappearing around a bend. Right, the subway. In this uniform and a bunch of citizens, there would be no hiding unless Villain took the risk and transformed again.

That was their only option, wasn't it?

Villain shifted just before turning the corner, hurrying down the stairs. Bright light hit them with alarm, and they prayed to whatever force was out there to not let them get caught.

Even in their blind panic, they noticed Hero was nowhere to be seen. Villain rounded the next corner to duck under the bench they knew would be there when they saw Hero already sitting on it, engrossed in their phone.

The briefest of hesitations, then a furious scramble. Hero's gaze shifted upwards, having seen a mysterious dark spot disappear under their seat. They leaned underneath, peering into the dark, and stared right at Villain.

Villain was practically hyperventilating. Hero was staring right at them, causing Villain to shrink in on themselves, making their form as unnoticeable as possible. They waited an agonizingly long time as Hero stayed there, their gaze flicking off to the side before they frowned, sitting up again.

Villain allowed themselves to relax.

The train arrived with a screech and a puff. Hero arose as the doors opened, allowing a few people to exit before stepping inside. Villain followed close behind, squeezing through just as the doors shut.

Most of the seats were empty at this time. Hero took one close to the door and pulled out their phone, crossing their legs. Villain snuck under their chair, already becoming quite worn-out. The brief respite they had from using their powers hadn't recharged them much.

Seven stops to home. Villain could make it.

The train ride was uneventful and silent, leaving Villain alone with their thoughts. They felt the train slow and stop, the doors rumbling open.

Six stops.

Villain's breathing became more labored. Their thoughts scattered as fatigue set in, forcing them to concentrate on holding their form. It seemed like an eternity until the train slowed down again.

Five stops.

They could make it, they could make it, they could make it. Villain shut their shadowy eyes and focused, their grip strengthening for a brief moment.

Four stops.

Their grip loosened for a brief moment, forcing Villain up and out of the ground. It took all their willpower to strangle down the exhaustion and regain control.

Villain had to make it. They had no choice. Just keep it down, hold on just a bit longer.

Three stops.

They had to make it.

Two stops.

They would make it.

One stop.

They... couldn't.

Villain burst out of the ground, hitting their head on the chair, and cursed. Hero's alarmed expression peered down at a scowling Villain, who was rubbing their head and whincing in pain.

"V-villain?" Hero's eyes widened. "What are you doing there?"

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Okay, so I've got a couple things to say about this, so sit tight:

I know it's long. I didnt know how, when, or where to stop, so I just kept going. I am sorry.

➥ On that note, if you liked the long story...good.

This part makes all the previous parts look trashy, so I'll definitely be expanding those.

I'm a lot better at writing description over dialogue.

I never intended this to be a series, which is why all the above things exist.

I'll definitely be continuing this story, but I wanna write other stuff too. Also I wanna do more frequent updates, rather than super long ones.

Once again, sorry for the wait, and thanks for your patience :)

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