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babybearnation · 4 months ago

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cause i've got a soft spot (i've got it for you)

⎇paul aron x m!team boss!reader - you don't play favourites, but with paul... (smau) ⎇author's note: my first ever non-texts post and AHHH this is so nerve-wracking omd!! pls be nice to me PLS ⎇content warnings: team boss/racer relationship, hate comments, suggestive content, implied homophobia, arguing

Paul sighs, wiping his hands on his pants for the umpteenth time. His leg bounces restlessly and he's rather glad he got here after Arthur had already gone into the room to meet Y/n otherwise he's sure he would've annoyed his future teammate before the season could even start.

Paul's about to stand up and start pacing when the door clicks and swings open, Arthur walking out first. Paul watches as Arthur and Y/n exchange farewells before standing up and smiling when Y/n beckons him into the room.

"Paul, hi. Come on in." Y/n says. Paul crosses to the room, smiling as he enters the vast area. He's vaguely aware of the many thoughts he's having about Y/n and how young he is and how insanely attractive he is, but he's pushing them all down.

Professionalism, Paul, come on!

"So, welcome to the team." Y/n says as he sits down, folding his hands atop the desk as he smiles warmly at Paul. Paul finds himself flushing lightly, warmth lighting up his body.

"It's great to be here. Thank you for giving me this opportunity." Paul says, his words feeling thick and heavy on his tongue. Thank you doesn't feel good enough, but his English is clunky and he doesn't want to make a fool out of himself.

"Your post-season test with Alpine showed fantastic potential and we have the finances to invest in more... how shall I put this?" Y/n trails off, tapping his chin before shrugging. "More risky decisions, shall we say."

"Right." Paul says, an embarrassment flushing throughout his system. Do they really think he's gonna be that bad?

"Not that that's a reflection on you or Arthur, of course. I have my confidence firmly placed in both of your hands. But, well, you know how fans and higher ups can be." Y/n says, laughing softly. Paul latches onto the sound instantly, something flickering to life in his gut.

"I totally understand what you mean. Thank you for your confidence. I hope my performance can please you, Mr. Y/l/n." Paul says, all the drilled-in media training entwining with the words that drip from his tongue.

"Please, Paul, call me Y/n. I don't want this to feel like a job to you, but rather a family." Y/n smiles again and Paul finds himself naturally smiling back, all his previous nerves and professionalism replaced with a twisted sense of desire. "Now, about this family thing. Let's go get some lunch with the rest of the staff, shall we? I'm quite famished."

Paul thinks he might like it here.

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paularon_ Thank you to @/cbaceracing for signing me on as one of their 2025 drivers. I hope everyone is excited to see me on the grid next year. (And thank you @/aronralf for the silly cake).

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user1 let's go, paul on the f1 gridddddd

cbaceracing It's gotta be a good year when you've got Paul Aron on your team, huh @/hitechgp 😉 ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ liked by paularon_ hitechgp Can't disagree with that, can we? 😉 liked by paularon_

user2 This is fucking insane, I'm so happy right now.

arthur_leclerc I look forward to racing with you next year, mate. liked by paularon_

user3 Arthur's gonna fucking run your shit into the dirt. You're awful. user1 ew, who asked you? user2 Jealousy gets you nowhere, mate 🙄

aronralf That cake was delicious, I think we can both agree. liked by paularon_ paularon_ Remind me who ate most of it again?

Y/n sighs, pacing back and forth as he drags his fingers through his hair. He probably shouldn't dishevel his appearance too much lest he come off as unprofessional or unattractive, but it's been his bad habit for years, so bad habit it shall remain.

His fingers drift down to his tie and he's just about to tug it loose and retie it when there's a knock at the door. He crosses over instantly, tugging it open with far too much excitement, smiling breathlessly when he spots Paul on the other side.

"Hello, come on in." Y/n says, stepping to one side to let Paul through. Paul greets him softly and enters the room, sitting in the chair closest to Y/n's one. Y/n's heart most resolutely does not flutter.

"What's happening? Is everything alright? You look like a mess, to be honest." Paul says. Y/n huffs out a laugh as he leans against the desk, gazing down at Paul.

"Something is plaguing me." Y/n says, wincing when a headache decides to form behind his eyelids. Why right now? When he looks at Paul again, the younger man has a troubled expression on his face.

"Is everything okay with the team?" Paul asks. Y/n wants to laugh. Paul's devotion to the team is already showing and Y/n hasn't even had to do anything to make it happen! It's adorable, it really is.

"Yes, yes, all good. It's more myself." Y/n says. The headache throbs and he reaches over the desk, snatching up his water bottle and drinking a greedy mouthful. A stray droplet trickles down his cheek and he wipes it away with a calculated finger.

"So what's wrong? Is there any way I can help? I mean... you must've called me here for a reason, right?" Paul says, as observant as ever. Y/n smiles softly at him.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me." Y/n says, puffing his chest out in triumph. He did it, he said it, now hopefully he's not going to get rejected.

"I- is that not inappropriate? Won't people claim you favour me?" Paul sputters, his cheeks a delicate pink.

"I've held feelings for you for a while. No favouring claims have come out, have they?" Y/n says. He's practically baring the very depths of his soul to Paul right now, an embarrassing hue of red surely filling his face and trickling down his neck.

"That's true..." Paul says, looking away from Y/n's gaze. Y/n smiles and leans down, capturing one of Paul's hands in his own.

"You can say no. I won't react negatively, I promise." Y/n says. Paul nods stiltedly before smiling up at him.

"I'd love to go on a date with you, Y/n."

Every single member of staff who currently fill both Paul and Arthur's garages come pouring out as Paul crosses the line to start his final lap, Arthur hot on his tail. They cram along the fences and the walls around CB Ace Racing's pitbox as Y/n smiles at the screens in front of him.

A 1-2 finish. Every team boss's dream. Every team's dream. Whilst Arthur would surely wish he had finished first, Y/n knew he wouldn't hold that grudge and would celebrate just as hard, if not harder, than Paul would tonight.

One last corner. One last straight. One last bit.

"Paul Aron, you are the winner of the Silverstone Grand Prix!" Cheers and thunderous applause rise up throughout the pitlane as CB Ace staff pound the fences and hoot and holler in excitement over their hard work finally paying off. Paul's white and purple car continues on around the circuit as his radio crackles to life.

"We did it! I did it for you, CB Ace Racing! I did it for you, Callum! I did it for you, Y/n!" You smile as Paul thanks everyone, the tears that are probably soaking into the material of his balaclava audible through his voice.

"You did it, Paul. You did it." Y/n says, proud and triumphant. He listens to Arthur's radio and congratulates him as well before pulling his headphones off and slowly following the rest of his team over to parc fermé.

As he goes, Y/n thinks to himself about how big this was for them. A rookie team. Two rookie drivers. Hundreds of points and a handful of podiums under their belt. And now a win. It was a dream come true as well as a big fuck you to everyone who had doubted them.

Y/n lines up front and centre as he watches Paul pull into parc fermé, the white and purple of his car sparkling and practically iridescent under the British sun. Arthur's car comes next but Y/n isn't able to stare for long, Paul clambering out of his car seconds later.

Paul stands atop his car and cheers, all the mechanics and staff around Y/n cheering along too. Y/n claps, slowly and patiently, as he waits for Paul to get weighed. Before long, his helmet has been discarded and he starts running over.

Straight to Y/n.

"I did it!" Paul says as he all but collapses in Y/n's arms. Y/n holds him close, offering his hand to Arthur when the other man appears moments later. He rolls his eyes fondly at Paul and Y/n before moving over to congratulate the rest of the staff.

The interviews and the cool down room waiting period passed so quickly Y/n was almost sure he imagined them. Before long, however, he stands in a crowd of thousands, eyes fixed on his two drivers. On his boyfriend. On his staff. On the legacy they've created in only their first year. And there's still more to come.

As the Estonian and British national anthems fill the Silverstone circuit in rapid succession, Y/n feels ecstatic.

Paul knocks against the doorframe. Arthur's driver's room door is open, but Paul doesn't want to just barge in without getting some sort of consent.

"Paul! Come on in." Arthur says, looking up from his phone with a soft smile. Paul smiles in return and slowly enters the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course." Arthur says, locking his phone and placing it to one side, all his attention fixed solely on Paul. It's a bit daunting. "What is up?"

"You know me and Y/n are dating right?" Paul says, watching as Arthur's eyes widen almost comically in shock. "That's a no then."

"No clue." Arthur clarifies, laughing softly. A small amount of tension bleeds from the atmosphere at that and Paul finds himself relaxing somewhat.

"Well we are and um, do you think it seems like he favours me?" Paul asks, wringing his hands together. The question was out there now, simmering in the air between them. Arthur hmm's, causing Paul to look up and meet his eyes.

"No, not at all. You two seem closer, but I've never felt like you were prioritised over me." Arthur says, shrugging with a wonky expression on his face.

"Oh thank god. I was so worried someone would think that was the case. People are already getting suspicious about us on Twitter." Paul says, all the tension seeping from his shoulders, allowing him to practically melt against the wall behind him.

"Ah, Twitter rumours. The place of all good F1 commentary." Arthur snarks, both of them laughing at the idiocy of his words.

"That's an understatement."

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y/n.cbace Sorry everyone, but this one's mine. (Bonus Arthur with Paul at the end I guess? 🙄)

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doctorbitchcrxft · 6 months ago

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Malleus Maleficarum | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY), recovering from a sexual assault (heed this warning and take care of yourself, lovie), heeaavvvyyy discussions of Dean's deal/death, canon violence, canon gore, witches and things, an apparent suicide/discussions of it (pls be careful bbies)

Word Count: 5157

A/N: These gifs from @shirtlesssammy are my reason for living

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Now that Christmas was over, Dean wanted to get back to hunting as quickly as possible. He stumbled across a case where a woman’s cause of death had been bleeding from the mouth after all of her teeth had fallen out.

As a result, you and the Winchesters were posing as members of the CDC to interrogate the deceased’s husband.

Nothing of interest came from you talking to him, but Sam discovered a hex bag under the woman’s bathroom sink; the room she was murdered in.

“Aw, gross,” Dean whined while you walked down the street beside him and his brother.

“Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned,” Sam explained, picking through the hex bag. He handed it to you for you to examine as well.

“So we're thinking witch?” Dean prompted.

“Well, duh,” you replied. “But this is, like, serious witch stuff. Old World black magic for sure.” You ducked down into the car.

“I hate witches,” Dean grumbled, slamming the door as he sat down in the Impala. “They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.”

“Aren’t you…?” you trailed off, a smirk playing on your lips.

“Oh, ew—” Sam chuckled while his brother glared at you.

“It's creepy, y’know,” the older brother continued, “it's down right unsanitary.”

“Yeah, well, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton,” Sam added.

“Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods,” Dean suggested.

“Could be anyone, man. Witches are literally the girl next door,” you replied.

“Great. How do we find 'em?”

“This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly ax to grind. We find the motive—”

Dean cut Sam off. “We find the murderer.”

Sam nodded, and Dean pulled the car away from the Duttons’ house.

*** All you and the brothers could think to do was continue to stake out the surviving Dutton’s whereabouts to see if another attack happened. Sure enough, as Dean pulled into the diner parking lot you’d followed Paul Dutton to, he collapsed to the floor outside of his car.

Before Dean could stop the Impala, you were hitting the ground running toward the man.

“Check the car!” you heard Dean yell while you tended to Paul.

You hauled his choking body up from the gravel and positioned yourself behind him to perform the Heimlich maneuver. You knew with a witch after him, this was likely futile until Sam could get the hex bag and burn it. “Sammy!” you yelled.

“I know, I know!” he replied.

“Got it!” Dean shouted, and Paul soon stopped choking.

You let go of Mr. Dutton and turned to the burning hex bag on the ground.

“You okay?” Dean asked Mr. Dutton.

“What the hell is happening to me?!” Paul exclaimed.

“Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you,” the older brother answered sternly. “That's impossible! There's no way—”

“If we hadn't been following you, you'd be a doornail right now. Now, who wants you dead?” Dean pulled no punches, and you loved that about him.

Paul explained to you that he’d had an affair with a young woman named Amanda, and he broke it off with her about a week ago.

Immediately, the three of you set off to the girl’s house; as Mr. Dutton had given you her address thanks to Dean’s insistence.

When you opened the door to the house, though, you found Amanda covered in her own blood on her altar.

“That's a curveball,” Dean commented.

With the barrel of your gun, you nudged where you thought the source of the blood was: her wrists. Sure enough, three vertical gashes on each wrist came into view. “Jesus,” you breathed out, wincing in discomfort and a twinge of compassion.

The smell of rotting food and blood in the room was overwhelming, and it was beginning to catch up to you. You buried your nose in the crook of your elbow to try and get some relief.

Sam said, “Looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here.” You turned around and jumped back suddenly, startled by the fact that you nearly walked into a rabbit corpse hanging from the ceiling.

“Oh, god!” Dean exclaimed when he saw what happened. “Fuckin’ witches! Seriously man, come on!”

“Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from,” the younger brother grimaced.

“Poor rabbit,” you whined. You took out your pocket knife and cut the ropes hanging him from the ceiling.

“Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em, huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again,” Dean commented. He turned to you gently laying the rabbit on the floor and covering him in a blanket nearby. “And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! The poor little guy.”

“You know what I don't get, Dean?” added Sam. “If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?”

“Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick,” he shrugged.

Something about that didn’t seem right to you. “But where’s the knife she would’ve killed herself with? She didn’t alakazam those cuts on her wrists.”

Sam looked under the table Amanda laid on. “I think she’s onto something, Dean. Look.” He pulled a hex bag out from under the table and tossed it at his brother.

“Another hex bag? Come on!” Dean groaned. He tossed it on the table and took out his phone. “Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?” He held his phone to his ear. “I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle… My name? Yeah, sure my name is—'' and then he clicked it off. You had been counting to make sure he stayed under the forty-second limit to avoid the call being traced, and were just about to cue him that he was running close on time.

“Why are witches ganking each other?” Dean continued.

“I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands,” Sam said.

***

Later that night, you and Dean laid together in your shared bed; fortunately, in a separate room from Sam.

Dean kissed up your neck back to your lips, and you sighed contently into him. When he began to trail his hand down to your panties, you flinched.

“What, what’s wrong?” he asked, immediately breaking the kiss.

“I don't know,” you replied. “I, uh, I haven’t been having any problems recently, I don’t know why this is happening.” Panic began to grip your chest.

“Sweetheart, it hasn’t even been a year yet. I’m not expecting you to be completely over what happened to you,” Dean said. His understanding was frustrating you, for some reason.

“Dean, you only have a few months left,” you huffed, sitting up to face him. “We don’t have time for…” you gestured to yourself, “this! I cannot fucking believe the timing of this, man. And I’m fed up with it!” You got up from the bed and began to stomp around in your tank top and underwear. “I can’t have sex with the guy I’m in love with who’s gonna die in fucking three months because of some asshole that decided to rape me right around the same time you made that fucking demon deal.”

“Whoa, why does it sound like you’re angry with me?” Dean questioned, getting up to join you across the room.

“I’m not, I’m not! I’m just—” you ran a hand through your hair and sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m pissed off in general. I- I don’t wanna keep… doing… this.”

“What do you mean ‘doing this’? Don’t tell me—”

“No, Dean, no. I’m not breaking up with you,” you assured him. “I don’t wanna keep freaking out on you when we try to have sex. And I don’t understand why I can’t— I mean, we’ve had sex since then! I don’t fucking—”

“(Y/N), (Y/N), baby, slow down,” Dean said, gently grabbing your wrists. “Listen, it’s okay! I’m not upset!”

“I know you’re not, but I am,” you sighed. “And before you ask, I have no idea what you can do to help. I’m just pissed.”

Dean sighed, looking a little puzzled. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” you responded. “I mean, it’s your last fucking year on earth. I’m sure you wanna fuck, like, all the time— I know you, dude, don’t look at me like that— and my fucking vagina and body are out of commission because I can’t get out of my own head. And, god, I wanna fuck you so bad, but I just… I don’t understand what’s wrong with my body.” By the end of your rushed admission, you were crying.

“I’m not gonna let you talk about yourself like that,” Dean replied gruffly. “No fucking way. There’s nothing wrong with you, dammit. I’m not upset with you! So let yourself off the hook, please! Practice getting out of your own head with this, okay? It’s fine. We can just… go to bed. It’s okay.”

“You sound upset, though,” you said meekly.

He turned back around to you. “I’m upset that you’re going through this; not with you. It takes everything in me every day not to hunt that fucker down for what he did to you.”

This pulled a small smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in your chest. “I love you,” you told him.

“I love you, too,” he replied easily.

You pulled away from him. “You do?”

“What?” he smirked down at you. “I’ve said it before.”

“I know, but you always seemed, like, pained when you’ve said it before. You didn’t that time,” you grinned lopsidedly.

“Yeah, well. It’s never pained me, you’re just the first person I’ve ever said it to,” he admitted.

“Aw, Dee.” You pulled him against you, hugging him tightly to thank him for his understanding.

“Shut up,” he growled, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist.

***

The next day, the boys decided you would be the best person to subtly interrogate the women you’d determined were friends of Amanda’s. In fact, the four women had a book club they’d formed over the last year or so.

With a casserole in hand you’d bought from the supermarket, you walked over to a woman named Elizabeth who was gardening.

“You’ve got quite a green thumb,” you said.

“Excuse me?” she questioned, turning around to you.

“These herbs, I mean. Growin’ ‘em out of season like this; it’s impressive,” you noted. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Christine Nicks. I just moved in a few houses down.” You held the casserole out to her.

“Oh! Thank you,” she replied, brushing off her hands. “So, uh… how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s nice!” you paused, feigning thoughtfulness.

“What is it?” she questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just… I heard about this girl who… committed suicide? Just recently?” You watched her reactions to your words carefully, and her expression subtly changed when you mentioned the death.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “Amanda was her name. She was, uh, a friend of mine.” “Really? I’m sorry to hear that,” you told her.

She nodded.

“Elizabeth? You all right?” you heard a voice ask from behind you.

Y0u turned toward two other women who’d walked up.

“I'm fine, uh, Renee, this is Christine. She just moved into the neighborhood,” Elizabeth introduced.

“Pleasure,” the woman named Renee said. “Renee Van Allen.” She drew her name out as if it was supposed to be of any importance to you.

You eyed her curiously. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you. Were you… friends with Amanda, too?”

Renee seemed surprised by the fact that you knew about the deceased. “Yeah, we all were. It’s been really hard for all of us.” “Yeah,” the other woman spoke up. “I mean, you think you know a person.”

You nodded. “Well, it was nice meeting you ladies. Have a nice one!” You shuffled away, keeping up your girl-next-door character even as you faded from their view.

***

Later that night, you and the brothers drove down a darkened road.

“You should’ve seen it, guys. Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake— and she flinched when I mentioned Amanda’s death,” you explained. “I’m sold on Elizabeth at least.

“Well, she's definitely had a good run lately,” Sam added, reading through something he’d tabbed in a notebook, “gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with.” He continued, “I don't think she's alone either. Looks like 'Renee Van Allen' has won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months.”

“Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh?” Dean chuckled. “Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven you met back there, minus one member.”

“Amanda was clearly going off the reservation. What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?” Sam questioned.

“Definitely an ‘appearance’ kind of crowd,” you noted.

“If they killed the nut-job, should we, uh, thank them or what?” Dean questioned, quirking a brow.

“They're working black magic, too, Dean. They need to be stopped,” Sam replied simply.

“Like, ‘stopped’ stopped?” you prompted, intrigued to see what Sam’s answer would be.

Sam looked at you as if to say, “Of course.”

“They’re human, Sam,” Dean reminded his brother.

“They’re murderers,” he stated.

“Damn, I’m proud of you, Sammy,” you remarked.

Dean’s eyes flicked to yours in the rearview mirror. You could see the smirk pulling at his lips. “Burn, witch, burn.”

Suddenly, the Impala stuttered and choked, the headlights flickering.

“What the fuck?” Dean questioned.

The vehicle stopped in front of a figure standing in the road.

“Ruby,” Sam breathed out.

You grabbed the Colt from your duffel bag.

Sam had gotten out of the car before you and Dean, and you nodded to Dean in silent communication as you stowed the Colt in your jacket pocket.

“Sam, listen to me,” you heard the demon saying, “there's no time.”

“For what? What are you talking about?” Sam questioned.

“You have to get out of town.”

Within your jacket’s pocket, you aimed the Colt at Ruby.

“Never had the pleasure,” Dean deadpanned.

The blonde ignored Dean’s flippance and cut her eyes at you. “Whatcha got there? Just happy to see me?”

“Sure,” you glared.

“Point that thing somewhere else,” Ruby instructed.

Dean laughed coldly. “Yeah, right.”

“Sam, please. Go. Get in the car and don't look back,” Ruby begged the younger brother.

“Why? I don't understand,” the brunet worried.

“We can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks,” Dean commented.

“I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores,” she spat.

“Can’t argue with you there,” you muttered.

“I'm talking about who they serve,” the demon finished.

You were confused for a moment, but it soon dawned on you. “Demons.”

Ruby nodded. “Yeah. And there's one here, now.”

“Oh, what, you mean, besides you?” Dean barked.

Ruby continued to ignore Dean, which you could tell was beginning to aggravate him. “Sam, it knows you're in town, and it's gonna come after you, and it’s way more than you can handle.”

Dean turned his attention to his brother. “Oh, come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!”

“Put a leash on your brother, Sam, if you wanna keep him,” Ruby cooed without looking in his direction.

“Watch your mouth,” you warned, cocking the gun.

“Guys, look, just chill out,” Sam pleaded.

“No! No! She's messing with your head; god knows why, that's who they are!” the older brother answered.

“I'm telling you the truth,” the demon insisted.

“And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch.”

“I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank!”

Ruby scoffed. “Oh, right, right. You care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?”

“Shut up,” you hissed.

“At least let me try and save him, since you won't be here to do it any more,” she replied, ignoring you.

“I said, shut up!” you screamed. Just before you could fire at her, she disappeared.

You turned back to Dean and Sam, who were both looking at you strangely. Sam looked like a lost puppy, and Dean just seemed angry at this whole interaction. You just stormed back off to the Impala.

***

Back at the motel, you and Dean joined Sam in his motel room to find out what exactly had been going on with him recently.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean questioned angrily, stomping into the room behind his brother.

“What?! What the hell was I thinking?” Sam shot a glare at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you answered. “She’s a demon. We can’t trust her, man. They want us dead; we want them dead.”

“Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? Dean didn't want her dead,” Sam argued.

Dean took the opportunity to defend himself. “Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook.”

“No one's stringing me along!” Sam declared. “Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful.”

“No! We kill her before she kills us,” Dean said.

“Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?” Sam scoffed.

“Whatever works.”

“Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives.”

Dean headed over to the sink to turn the water on and splash it on his face.

“Look, we have to start looking at the big picture, Dean, start thinking in strategies and– and moves ahead,” Sam finished. “It's not so simple, we're not— we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war.”

“Listen, I agree with you to some degree,” you sighed. “I’m just not sure how much I like the idea of working so closely with a demon.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Dean asked his brother while he dried his face off.

Sam sighed. “Why are you always asking me that?”

“Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. Y’know, it used to eat you up inside,” Dean reminded him.

“Yeah, and what has that gotten me?”

“Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the fucking car and fucking argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap.” Dean rubbed his stomach with a grimace.

You looked at your partner in concern as he moved to sit on the bed.

“Wait, so– so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?” Sam laughed.

Dean shook his head. “No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam— I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself.”

“Yeah, you're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice,” Sam stated.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Look, Dean, you're leaving – right? And I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change.”

You heart sank, and you couldn’t bear to look at either of the two brothers.

“Change into what?” Dean grimaced.

“Into you. I gotta be more like you.” It almost made you smile bittersweetly at how much Sam admired his brother. However, you liked Sam for the fact that he was Sam. You agreed with Dean that Sam was supposed to be the morally gray one, and Sam changing under these circumstances made you sad.

Suddenly, Dean groaned in pain.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, rushing to Dean’s hunched over form. “Baby, look at me.”

Dean clutched at his stomach, seeming hardly able to force words out. “I don't know. Oh— (Y/N), something's wrong— bunch of knives inside of me—”

“Dean?!”

His head was almost between his knees by this point.

“Son of a bitch—” Dean cursed, hissing.

“Dee, hey—”

“The coven, man, it's gotta be the coven.”

You immediately rushed to the bathroom and threw open the cupboards below the sink in search of the hex bag. You threw things about frantically; opening boxes and dumping their contents out.

You heard Dean choke once more, and your heart nearly stopped. You ran to him to find him lying on the floor next to a puddle of blood he’d sputtered up.

“Did you find it?!” Sam asked frantically. He’d torn the covers off his bed and sliced the mattress open with his knife.

“No!” you replied.

Dean’s coughs got weaker, and he was quickly fading as you shifted to lay his head in your lap, facing you.

You saw Sam grab the Colt from your bag. “Sam, what are you doing?”

He moved toward the door wordlessly.

“Sam!” you called.

“I’ll be back soon,” he told you, and the door slammed shut behind him.

You kept Dean’s head in your lap, unsure of what to do. Dean continued to grunt and shift painfully, and you just tried to keep him as comfortable as possible. “Stay with me, Dee. Please, baby.”

All you got was a groan in response, but you knew he was trying.

Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open.

You kept Dean cradled against you. “Stay back, bitch.”

Ruby shoved you aside harshly without replying to you and hauled Dean up by the collar. She forced his mouth open as Dean used his diminishing strength to try and shove her away.

You tried to pull her off Dean, but it was no use. She dumped some sort of dark liquid down his throat, getting you off her easily.

Dean was still struggling, but she soon got off him.

“Stop calling me ‘bitch’,” Ruby panted.

“Why did you save him?” you asked, slightly in awe and slightly apologetic.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she replied.

“Okay, jeez,” you scoffed. “But… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ruby said. “Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?”

You nodded and moved to help Dean clean the blood and Ruby’s liquid cure off his face.

“What was that stuff? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass,” Dean groaned as you wiped around his mouth. He gently brushed you off him and took the towel from you to do it himself.

“It's called witchcraft, short bus,” she deadpanned. Ruby turned and walked out of the room.

“You're the short bus... short bus,” Dean grumbled.

***

As soon as Dean had enough strength to move, you and he were off to find Sam. You knew he’d gone to the Van Allen house where the women held their “book club,” and Dean sped there in a stolen car.

You burst through the front door of the house with a sawed-off shotgun in hand. When you did so, you discovered the demon possessing one of the women you’d met, and Elizabeth standing frozen in fear.

Before you could make a move, you were thrown back against the wall.

“Three for one,” the demon smirked. “Lovely.”

“Wait,” you heard Ruby say. She walked in with her hands raised in surrender. “Please. I just... came to talk.”

“You made it out of the gate,” the other demon smirked. “Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?”

“Doors out of Hell only open for so long,” Ruby shrugged.

“What do you want, Ruby?”

“I've been lost without you.” Ruby continued to advance on the other demon. “Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters and their pretty little plaything here.”

Dean looked furious, as were you, and he mouthed, “I told you so” to Sam.

“They're for you,” Ruby continued, “as a gift.”

“Really,” the demon deadpanned.

“Let me serve you again. I've wanted it— I've wanted you— for so long,” she said.

Dean lifted his eyebrows at the flirtation between the two demons. You would have slapped him if you weren’t being held to the wall. In all honesty, though, you were intrigued, too.

“You were one of my best,” the demon smiled.

Ruby glared and tried to take her knife out to stab the other demon, but said demon caught it in mid-air.

“But then again, you always were a lying whore,” said the demon.

The two demons struggled against each other as you and the Winchesters were powerless to help or hinder. Elizabeth was cowering in fear behind the couch, and Renee’s dead body laid limply on the floor.

The demon-possessed witch stood with a hot poker in her hand. “You're really telling me you threw in your chips with the Animaniacs here?”

Ruby tried to stand, but the demon hit her across the face with the poker.

Elizabeth suddenly stood to move to her altar and began to dump pins onto a cloth littered with demonic symbols.

“Come on, get up!” the demon roared.

Ruby panted, unmoving, with blood coming out of her nose.

“I said, get up!” The possessed witch hauled Ruby up by her jacket. “We've been here before, haven't we?” She chuckled to herself and turned to Sam. “She didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago. Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human.”

You were surprised by that, honestly, but shouldn’t have been given the work she’d done to help Dean.

The witch threw Ruby back down onto the debris of the bookcase she’d been nearly put through.

“Didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess. But don't worry, love, no secrets where you're heading, remember?” The demon taunted. She began to chant in Latin, and black smoke began to curl out of Ruby’s mouth. Suddenly, she began to cough, and you realized Elizabeth was chanting under her breath at the altar.

The possessed witch stumbled and coughed harder, and her weakened powers allowed you freedom from the wall. You slid Ruby’s discarded demon knife over to Dean as the demon killed Elizabeth, and Dean took the demon’s distraction as an opportunity to kill her. He stabbed her in the back quite a few times to ensure the demon was truly dead. Your partner dropped the body to the ground, and he moved to help Sam up.

“Go,” Ruby ordered, looking slightly embarrassed from her position on the floor. She wiped the blood away from her mouth. “I'll clean up this mess.”

You stood between the two brothers, and the three of you helped each other toward the door. You could feel the Winchesters turn to take one last look at Ruby, but you kept your eyes forward. With your urging, they continued walking.

***

Somehow, the three of you made it back to the motel safely. You and Dean were outside of your motel room, just sitting on the hood of the Impala and talking, when the neon lights of the motel’s sign flickered.

Dean jumped off his car, shielding you with his body protectively. You turned to see Ruby standing in the shadows a few feet off.

“So, the devil may care after all; is that what I'm supposed to believe?” Dean asked her. He led you toward the demon.

“I don't believe in the devil,” she replied, arms folded.

“Wacky night,” he commented. “So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to Hell, you became a…” The blonde nodded, turning to leave.

“How long ago?” Dean asked, stopping her in her tracks.

“Back when the plague was big,” was her simple reply.

“So�� all of you guys— you were human once?” you questioned, slightly worried for the answer.

“Every one I’ve ever met,” Ruby shrugged.

“Well, they sure don't act like it,” Dean scoffed.

“Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is— forgetting what you are,” Ruby explained.

Dean, of course, kept up his plucky attitude. “Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks.”

Your breath, however, had caught in your throat at Ruby’s description of Hell.

“It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine,” Ruby continued.

“No, I saw ‘Hellraiser’. I get the gist.”

Ruby turned and started to walk away. “Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather.” Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks again. “The answer is 'yes', by the way.”

“I’m sorry?” Dean asked.

“Yes, the same thing will happen to you.”

You could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

Ruby continued her torturous explanation. “It might take centuries, but sooner or later, Hell will burn away your humanity. Every Hell-bound soul— every one— turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah. Yeah, you can count on it.”

Dean tried to keep his head held high, but you knew him well enough to know he was beginning to break. “There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?”

Ruby sighed. “No.”

“Then why'd you tell Sam that you could?” you asked, finding the ability to speak.

“So he would talk to me. You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. I needed something to help him get past the—”

Dean cut Ruby off. “The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past.”

The blonde laughed. “Look at you. Tryin' to be all stoic. My god, it's heartbreaking.”

‘She’s not wrong,’ you thought.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Dean questioned.

“I need your help. Yours, too, (Y/N).”

“With what?” you asked.

“With Sam. The way you stuck that demon tonight— it was pretty tough,” Ruby addressed Dean. “And (Y/N), I’ve seen you in action, too. Sam's almost there, but not quite. You need to help me get him ready for life without you. To fight this war on his own.” She walked away again.

You were unsure why she was talking as if you wouldn’t be there to help Sam as well.

“Ruby!” Dean called, making the demon pause. “Why do you want us to win?”

She turned back around. “Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why. I– I wish I was, but I'm not. I remember what it's like.”

“What what's like?”

“Being human.”

Dean looked at the ground, lost in thought, and you stared at Ruby while she disappeared from view.

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prettypinkporkchop · 5 months ago

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Can I request a embry x reader where the reader is a natural flirt and without meaning to she could make anyone even girls blush cause she’s naturally pretty and even tho embry is secure in their relationship he can’t help get jealous when the boys decide to have a little fun and flirt back

Please make it super long

You're doing your makeup, getting ready to go to Claire's birthday party.

Embry wraps his arms around you from behind. He locks his fingers on your stomach and presses kisses on your neck.

"Hey baby." You smile, putting your makeup brush down on the bathroom counter.

You look at him in the mirror. He's buried in your neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin. You lean back into him and move your hand up over your shoulder to hold onto his head.

"Baby, we have to get going." You giggle.

He pulls away and smirks, slapping your ass. "Let's go."

You step inside the Uley home. Emily is setting up the table, Sam is eyeballing the cake. At the table, Jared is scrolling through his phone wearing a balloon wrapped around his wrist and a party cone hat.

Emily looks up at you and Embry. "Thank God you're here, y/n! Please help me decorate the living room." She begs.

Embry sits next to Jared. You go in the living room and see all of the party decor laid on the couch. You lift the banner up and begin to set things up.

While you're decorating, everyone else shows up except for Emily's cousin and Claire. Kim asks you a few times if you needed help but you shrugged her off.

You go into the kitchen and grab onto Kim's waist. "What's up, beautiful?"

She blushes and leans on your shoulder. "You're beautiful." She replies.

You giggle and then sit on Embry's lap.

Kim stays standing, talking to Sam. The pack is at the table, and Emily and Rachel are standing at the door, talking about a plan on how to surprise the girl.

Embry holds onto you, and you feel a pinch on your elbow. You twist and smack Jacob.

"Ow, shit." He laughs.

"Mhm. Watch it, Black." You glare.

-----

You stand outside against the tree eating the dessert on your plate. You see and hear kids playing and adults talking.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" Paul smirks.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Asshole. You roped Embry into patrolling on his ONE NIGHT available." You roll your eyes.

"What you gonna do if a vampire comes to your house?" He teases.

You widen your eyes and then get closer to him. "Guess I'll have to call you over on your night off." You giggle.

He looks down at your beauty and smiles.

Even though he's in love with Rachel, your goddess power is strong. He'd never cheat. None of them would. You wouldn't either! Thing is, you don't even know you're flirting.

Embry walks up to you two and kisses your cheek. "Bothering my girl, Lahote?"

Paul scoffs and crosses his arms. "More like, she's bothering me." He jokes.

"Uh huh, sure." You spit back.

Jared runs over to you guys. "What're you guys doing? The party is over there!" He's soaking wet from the kiddie pool and small waterslide. He has face paint on him and icing on the sides of his mouth.

"AWE! You're a cutie!" You shake his arm.

He's taken aback. "H-huh?" He asks.

Embry starts laughing. "You're like a kid." He wipes off some of the icing. "Ew." He wipes it on his shorts.

-----

Paul, Jared, and Quil are sitting in a circle talking about whatever boys do.

"You know what'd get Embry riled up?" Paul smirks.

"What?" Jared stuffs yet ANOTHER cupcake in his mouth.

"If we flirt back with y/n."

Quil and Jared look at each other with menacing faces.

"Fine. But if Embry gets mad, you're the victim." Quil pats Paul's shoulder.

------

You wake up to see Embry already left to go to work. He's a mechanic with Jake and Quil. You usually bring Embry lunch along with Renesmee, but her and Jacob are actually on their honeymoon.

You get up and make his lunch. You check the time. PERFECT! You get in your car and drive to the shop. Once you get there, you get out and walk in through the garage. There's a car in there that they seem to be working on. You walk into the small door where the break room is. Quil and Embry are at the table, and they both look up at you.

"Baby!" Embry pipes up and pulls a chair out for you.

"Awe, hey, my love." You walk over and kiss his cheek. Then you move toward Quil and hug him. He hugs you back, and you look down at him. "You hungry, too?" You smile all cutely.

He nods his head with a smile, too scared to do the bet alone. But thankfully, the pack is coming here to eat with you three.

You end up giving Quil your lunch because when you leave you can eat. Not long unto lunch, the door opens and in walks Paul, Sam, and Jared.

"The gang's all here." Paul says.

You all are at the table, eating beside you, but Embry gives you some pieces of his food. You look over at Paul and see him staring at you. Without thinking, you throw a playful wink.

Paul sends one back, but it looks too serious. You don't know their bet, and you just toss his action aside. But you look at Embry, who is staring at Paul, chewing on a toothpick.

Paul chuckles, "What? How can I not flirt back? Your girl is fine." Paul says.

You raise an eyebrow and see Embry take the toothpick out of his mouth. He looks down and then chuckles. He looks back at Paul. "You're fucking dead."

Jared leans over and wraps his arm around you. "Too bad Embry doesn't like sharing such a beauty."

You inch closer to Embry in confusion.

"Alright." Embry says. He stands up and grabs Jared. He pushes him against the wall and raises his fist. "I'm not sure what's gotten into you guys, but we all know I'm stronger than you, Jared."

Quil is quick to stand up and grab Embry's wrist. "Hey, brother. They're just fucking with you."

Paul behind the guys start to laugh. Sam claps his hands once in a stern way. With that, he's telling them to stop.

Embry growls and lets Jared go. He turns around to Paul, who's still laughing.

----

You're putting lotion on your legs while sitting on the bed. Embry is taking off his necklace and rings, putting them on the dresser.

"I know you don't mean it when you're flirting, but the guys pulling that shit wasn't cool." He huffs and then lays on the bed.

You put your lotion on the nightstand and then lay down beside him. "I know. It really confused me." You softly rub your thumb on his cheek.

His eyes glisten as he stares into yours. "You're so beautiful." He whispers.

You lean in and kiss him. He kisses back and pulls your body into his. You wrap a leg over his waist. He kisses you rougher, grabbing behind your knee to lift your leg higher on his waist.

----

You bend over to grab the ball off of the ground that rolled to your feet. You hear whistling and look to see it's Paul.

The guys are across the yard playing soccer. You and the imprints are at the grill talking while Emily grills meat.

You see Embry push Paul. You throw the ball their direction and turn back to face the girls.

"They're still fucking with Embry, I see." Rachel laughs.

"Yeah, it's not funny." You groan.

"I'll tell Paul to stop." Rachel replies.

Kim sighs and nods her head. "Yeah, Jared told me he about killed him yesterday. I think they should stop before someone gets hurt." She sips her drink.

"They're just so immature." Emily rolls her eyes.

Once she's finished, the guys come to make their plates. But you're quick to grab the plate from Embry's hands and shoo him away to sit on the wood where you all are about to sit and visit.

"Quil, put that plate down, I can make yours, too." You smile and lay your head on his shoulder for just a second.

"Mm, a woman that can take care of her man. How fucking hot." Quil bites his lip at you.

You scoff and look at Embry. He grabs your wrist, making you drop the plate. He pulls you away from everyone.

"Get in the car." He warns.

You only back away and notice him shaking.

"Embry. Calm down." Sam says. "You guys, I demand you to stop. Now. It's not funny." He yells.

Embry phases and charges at Quil. Quil quickly phases, too. They start fighting, rolling around until they get in the woods.

"Yeah, no. Our bet is over." Jared says.

Sam charges over to them, phasing when he's close to the trees.

You breathe out and look at the girls. "Shit."

"I knew it was a bad idea." Kim thumps Jared's head.

----

After a few minutes, the guys come back. They're in different clothes due to the fact that they ripped theirs.

Embry walks up to you and hovers over you. "Had to get clothes from Jacob's." He says before leaning down and pressing his lips on yours.

You kiss him back and then pull back. "Are you okay, my love?" You ask.

"Now I am." He smirks and then playfully bites your cheek, making you giggle.

#twilight #embry call #jacob black #jared cameron #sam uley #paul lahote #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #quil ateara #leah clearwater #embry call x reader

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rubberducki20 · 1 day ago

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Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader

Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀

You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.

You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.

"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?

When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"

You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."

He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."

He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.

He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.

You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.

Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.

You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.

" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.

The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.

#smut #mlm #male x male #mlm smut #boys kissing #gay #twilight #seth clearwater x male reader #seth clearwater smut #seth clearwater #wolf boy #werewolf smut #werewolf x vampire

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x-junwrites-x · 2 years ago

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You Were Right There.

Paul x Reader Drabble

tw: mild blood mention

Summary: Paul had been distant with you for weeks. Work had been stressing him out, but he couldn’t share any details with you for fear of putting you at risk if anything happened. You had enough, leaving the safety of your home to go and confront him in the Red Army’s main base. You didn’t bank on nearly losing your life when you did as everything exploded around you in screaming flames. Paul could feel his heart sink as he saw the debris covering where you stood.

“Darling?!” Paul yelled, throat feeling raw as his nerves overwhelmed him, “Where are you?! Honey, answer me!”

He sluggishly moved through the rubble encasing the entrance to one of the Red Army’s conference rooms in the main base, flames roaring around him. If he stayed any longer, he would pass out from smoke inhalation. He could already feel pinpricks digging into his palms and traveling up his arms as he failed to cover his mouth. The right-hand man had to find you.

He ignored nausea beginning to roll in his stomach. You had been right there, right there. All he could’ve done was reach out and touch you, but your argument was like a bitter slap in the face seconds before everything went dark.

If he strained his ears, Paul could hear yelling and rounds being fired out from somewhere in the collapsing base-it had been months of tailing and attempted invasion from other authorities trying to take them down. Just narrowly avoiding being corrupted from the inside out with his boss losing it constantly.

He grit his teeth at the thought. They had a good run, he supposed.

Shaking his head, Paul stepped over split brick in haste to get to where he last saw you. The explosions that rocked the building had flung him across the room, back smacking against the cold concrete with enough force to make him pass out for a few moments. The man could feel a headache already pounding in the back of his head where his skull met the wall.

No, he had to focus.

He could feel the bile rise in the back of his throat as he noticed a large part of the ceiling had caved in right where you had been.

“Please, where are you?!” Paul pleaded, voice cracking as violent coughs racked through him. He was an avid smoker, but this was too much for him to handle.

He was just about to lift part of the debris when a grip on his arm made him flinch hard. He whirled around, teeth bared before his eyes widened at the sight of you.

Blood seeped its way down the side of your face from a cut on your brow, flooding your vision in your right eye. You squinted at him with your good eye, looking far too relieved for someone that nearly broke his heart just moments before everything happened.

“Hey-“ you were cut off as Paul wrapped his arms around you, his strong hold tugging you further into his chest. You coughed, a weak whine leaving your throat as you clutched onto him.

He had been so distant with you these last few weeks. Touches were fleeting and tempers were short around the house-well the few times he was home. You had gone to the base to confront him about it. You certainly didn’t expect to have your life almost taken in an instant.

If it wasn’t for you scraping yourself off the ground seconds before the ceiling caved in, you wouldn’t be here.

“Paul-“

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” The flood of regret and anguish in his voice broke your resolve, your arms encasing him in a tighter hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” He murmured against his neck before moving back, cupping your face with shaky calloused hands. There were small cuts on the back of his hands that he hadn’t noticed until now but they were unimportant.

He had you again.

“I’m glad you’re safe too.” Your throat felt tight, giving him a wobbly smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle the way you loved so much, “We should go before anything else falls on us.” You mused, missing his long reverent gaze on you. He checked you over quickly for any other injuries, hands never leaving yours.

He may be clumsy at times at the hands of Tord and an idiot when faced with more stress from work than he could deal with. With you, however, he would not miss a single detail.

“You’re right, let’s get out of here. This way.” He nudged you along with a protective arm slung around your waist. You could tell he was hurt, his steps faltering at times as the two of you made your way over more debris. You both coughed simultaneously as you stepped through thick clouds of black smoke, eyes stinging something fierce. It made the cut on your head that much worse as you hissed at the sudden jab of pain.

“No matter what’s out there-I’m getting you out of here,” Paul yelled over the sound of beams catching on fire, making your heart jump.

You were partners with a fugitive, a wanted criminal. The last thing you wanted was for him to get sent behind bars to rot-but you had to get out.

You took a breath from beneath your soot-covered sleeve, tasting the grit and smoke on it. The two of you had made it to the last stretch of hallway with one of the back exits shining like a beacon, its door still somehow undisturbed. It could be a trap for anyone that reaches the outside. There could be anything behind it.

You looked back at Paul, eyes shining. He looked determined, the bags under his eyes from the last few weeks without good sleep showing in the dying light of the fire behind you both.

“I love you.” He smiled, giving your waist a squeeze.

“I love you.” You answered quietly, a familiar response no matter how much shit the two of you went through.

He nodded curtly, huffing before he was pulling the handle open and barging his way through with you in tow.

The end.

#paul x reader #ew paul x reader #eddsworld fanfic #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #no y/n #eddsworld paul #eddsworld paul x reader #paul x reader eddsworld #reader insert

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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Uhhhh the the main 4, neighbors, and Paul and patryk with a s/o who owns a bakery please??

Edd: Always stops by to see how you're doing (and buy a pastry or two bc he wants to support your business). He'll probably buy all the cola in the fridge if you have it--even if you insist he leaves it for other customers.

Matt: Would constantly flirt with you to get a discount. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and sometimes he'll hold up the entire line. Not that he cares, though, he wants his damn discount for dating you.

Tom: Walks in, looks around, says "lame", and walks out...only to return with cash a little while later. He'll get a pastry and just sit down in the café area. He actually enjoys it. It's a nice change of scenery compared to the rowdy bars and noisy arcades.

Tord: At first he didn't care too much for your business, but ends up making a blueprint for a robot coffee machine waiter (like Coffee from Desolate Hope but taller). It's still in the works though you're glad he supports what you do.

Eduardo: Visits to get coffee and that's it. He might occasionally put a few bucks in the tip jar but won't ever admit it's him. You see it though and might flirt with him openly to embarrass him in front of the other customers.

Jon: Would take your entire stock bc he loves you and supports your business that much. Whenever he has a bad day you'll give him a free doughnut or something to cheer him up (though you warn him not to expect that all the time).

Mark: Usually stops in after work often to get tea or biscuits or both. Like Matt he'd flirt with you to get a discount, but not as often and usually he succeeds. He leaves good tips.

Paul: Always finishes his smokes outside before going in bc he respects your "no smoking" sign. He'll usually grab something to go or for Red Leader. Bonus points if you got any Dutch pastries in stock.

Patryck: Orders the same stuff as Paul would, whatever it might be. Usually you'll have something already prepared for his next flight.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew edd x reader #ew matt x reader #ew tord x reader #ew tom x reader #ew eduardo x reader #ew jon x reader #ew mark x reader #ew paul x reader #ew pat x reader #headcanons

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bloody-massacre · 3 years ago

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Hope you're have a wonderful day! Call it a guilty pleasure but reading your TLB prompt entries pumps such exuberant dopamine in my veins and if possible can a prompt of poly!TLB playfully indulging in "cat and mouse" banter with shy!reader be of order please? ♡ lowkey guilty pleasure from humble enthusiast

hiii! This one took a while to brainstorm as I've never written "cat and mouse" before lol. I hope you're having a good day toooo! :)

cat and mouse poly!tlb x shy reader

It was a Friday night, and you and your friend were out wandering the Santa Carla boardwalk. The two of you were mostly stopping at some shops, buying cheap jewelry, or playing some of the carnival games. Currently, you and your friend were stopping at different food stands and sampling unusual fried treats.

The two of you walked further down and stopped at a food stand to grab some cotton candy. Standing in line, another punk teenager with spiked blond hair was trying to cut through the line. The boy trailed his fingers along your waist as he slithered in front of you, leaving you pink in the cheeks as he continued to move past people.

Your friend, however, was pissed. "Hey asshole, get to the back of the line." She shouted.

The boy walked away from the stand while holding several napkins while walking to his "punky gang" and looking you straight in the eye with a mischievous glint that gave you the sense of danger.

By the end of the night, you two were carrying several bags of cheap junk and were stuffed from the carnival food. Your friend had to stop at the restrooms before you left. You waited outside the bathroom door, holding hers and your bags. Every so often, you kept feeling a poking at your shoulder that caused you to turn around and see nothing.

You shrugged it off and blamed it on eating too many fried sweets.

It had been a couple days since you last went out at night at the boardwalk. In those days, little things around your home kept going missing and reappearing in a random place. The most common things to go missing were the tv remote, certain vinyls, and for some reason your box of cereal.

This particular morning was the strangest, you had woken up to the loud thump of a pigeon hitting your window. You shrugged it off and decided on taking a shower before you realized that your hair products had gone missing. With an irritated groan, you stomped down your stairs and started looking in every crevice. They ended up being in the microwave?? Strange.

By now you were pissed, and ready to kill someone or something. The slight sound of snickering could be heard from the living room window, alarming you. You peeped your head into the living room to see a curly blond widening his eyes and moving his head quickly.

"Son of a bitch!" You cursed as you ran to the front door to kick someone's ass. There was no one there, and now you were on your last nerve.

After lots of thinking you had no clue what was happening to you. Even when you were working at the video store, random DVDs were going missing. The same group of punky teenagers you saw the other night walked in before shortly getting yelled at by your boss, Max.

You figured they had something to do with it since they were eyeing you as if you were a five-course meal. By the end of your shift, you decided to go on the lookout for the little monsters.

You quickly spotted them sitting over by the railing on the boardwalk. You nervously walked over to confront them. "Are you the ones who have been breaking into my house and hiding my things?"

The curly haired one snickered to himself slightly while the bleach blond sent you a devious grin. "Why would you think that?"

"I saw him in my window." You pointed at the curly haired boy. The boy with a rat nest on his head punched him, "Dammit Marko." He cursed.

"Look just leave me alone before I call the cops." You said sternly while crossing your arms. The brunette sent a glance to the bleach blond before grinning slightly like they were telepathically communicating, which made your skin crawl. "Sure, we'll leave you alone." The bleach blond spoke in an almost manipulative tone.

That night the wind howled louder than normal, loud enough it almost sounded like it was saying your name.

#Ew I hate this so much #the lost boys marko #marko x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys 1987 #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys paul #the lost boys x reader #tlb #poly lost boys x reader

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tipped-quill-system · 3 years ago

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REQUEST JUNK [EDDSWORLD]

Title is self explaining, I probably won't do lemon/smut/lime whatever for now. I also probably won't do heavy angst because I'm already stressed with high-school and I'm crying enough already. I WILL WRITE THE NEIGHBORS + PAT & PAUL THERES NOT ENOUGH CONTENT OF THEM!!!

EDIT: TO CLEAR IT UP I WILL DO SHIP PAIRINGS AND X READER DW I GOT YALL :]

GENERAL FLUFF/UNSPECIFIED - [☁️]

PLATONIC - [🍰]

ROMANTIC - [💖]

MILD ANGST - [💔]

LIME/SUGGESTIVE?? - [❤️‍🔥]

AU/ALTERNATE UNIVERSE - [⭐️]

COMFORT/ANGST TO FLUFF -[❤️‍🩹]

HEADCANNONS- [🌙]

ONESHOT - [☀️]

UNSPECIFIED - [🌈]

#eddsworld x reader #eddsworld #x reader #tom ew #tord ew #edd ew #matt ew #paul ew

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iluvmoneyandcats · 2 years ago

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EW x reader X TF2

Meeting the bois ( chapter 2 )

Y/n was woken up by her iPhone alarm.and a heavy feeling on her chest. “ I dont want to get out of bed~” she thought as she Tried to get her eyes to open. then finally wean a few minutes passed, she opened her eyes, finding out a cat was sleeping on her chest. “ so your ringo~~~” y/n said as she pet the purring cat to wake up with her. And it successfully got Ringo off her, making y/n sit up on her bed.

~y/ns pov~

I went down stars to be greeted by Edd in the kitchen, holding a pan with an omelet on it. “ good morning y/n, im making breakfast, so sit down and make your self comfortable!” Edd said wile giving that sweet-innocent—y/n-killing-smile, and of corse!, I blushed. “Um Edd, I actually dont eat breakfast “ I said bluntly , but it was true that I didn’t like eating breakfast, if I ate breakfast then id feel fat, and well as a girl boss id chose my looks more then my health, even if I would die.

“ You sure y/n? “ edd said a little concerned

“im sure!”. I said with a smile

“ so, have you met the others yet? “

“No, not yet. I was hoping you could introduce me to them….if your fine by that, that is.”

“Yeah, no problem !” Edd said wile fliping an omelet.

“Well..you told the others that im the new roomie right?”

“Yeah”

After that small-talk I decided to go back to my room and get dressed.

I changed to a pink hoodie and a brown mini skirt with loose socks, added a few accessorys and finally, black combat boots. ”The most important thing I need now is my Glock!” I said cheerfully in a whisper and took a box from my drawer and opend it. having a gun holster, uzi, mp5, and a bunch of other guns, an emergensee phone to call ms, p , a teleporter, and a Glock with a silencer screwd onto it. I took my Glock and put it in my hoodie pocket. and then closed and put the box under my bed And then looked at myself at the full-body-mirror and said “ I usually hate myself but DAMN, I look gooood!”

Wile poseing a bit. Gosh how more weird can I get? Like I hate my self but I look pretty good right now! Witch is grate.

Then I took my note pad, that was in my drawer and wrote down things I need to do today:

Meet the roomies

Get the contract assassin job

“Just 3 things to do this defiantly will be EZ!” I thought as I put the notepad in my hoodie pocket and left my room to go meet everyone at the living room.

I went to the living room to see Edd and and a ginger and a hottie with black eyes, siting on the couch. “ oh hey y/n!, guys this is y/n she’s moving in with us!”

The cola-boy said. And I swear to my amazing taste in music I heard the ginger squeal, I cringed a bit but I shrugged it off.

(Y/n:uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh wut dafuq?!)

The cola boy pointed to the ginger and said” this is Matt he likes to dress-up and he loves mirrors ” I saw a bit of excitement and happyness in matts eyes as he squeald. and honestly he was precious and adorable, but I might get annoyed cause he seems like the clingy type.

Then he pointed to the hottie with no eyes “ and this is tom!” Edd said,

Then Edd and went to the kitchen, and Edd put insane zombie pirets from hell 4 on the tv .

“Hi”tom said……O MY GOSH HES NOT ONLY HOT BUT HES GOT A HOT VOICE TOO AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Then matt went to the kitchen, and my face heated up from the “slut y/n thoughts “ in my head.

“Uhhh y/n? Are you okey you dont look good” said tom concerned as he got off the sofa and came closer to me to put the back of his hand on my forehead.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “y-yeah, i-im okey tom” I said as my breathing got shaky and weak,

Then he gently pulls my chin up to face him and looked into my eyes. Then putting his mouth next to my ear.

“Ohh~ you like me dont you~” said tom in a smokey and hushed whisper, I then put my hands on his chest, he smiled in till I pushed him away gently. I was still blushing like crazy. And Edd was extremely watching the movie so he saw nothing nor heard anything.

“Well….im going to go get a new job, so I’ll get ready for it then I’ll leave ”I said as I went to my room.

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~edds pov~

“ She’s nice “ I heard tom say wile chuckling as y/n left. “Yeah…she’s amazing…” I said wile watching tv smiling.

Then I felt black voids look at me so I looked at him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that? You look pissed..”

I said a bit confused but a bit knowing at the same time. “Oh nothing,……just,……-nevermind” tom said , that was odd.

But I just shrugged it off, and continued to watch my movie. But I agree y/n is amazing maybe even the best?.

I love her and maybe since we’re roommates now, I can try so ask her out?.

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~toms pov~

Edd continued watching the movie. But I kept thinking, Edd likes y/n! But I like her. I know its weird to say something like that especially when we just met, but something about her is just so….-I-idont know.

She’s got me having a strange desire, the way her hair falls and covers her eye. This might be my lust but she seems fascinating. I might take her out. But I’ll have to hurry before Edd or anyone gets to her.

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~y/ns pov~

I went to my room and went next to my bed and crouched to take the box under my bed.

I took it out and took all my guns from it, when I was in the base my code name was “shooter” and I was able to do trick-shots and shoot with wile holding the guns in both hands. I was amazingly talented!.

I took my gun holster and put it up my thigh, and another under my hoodie and then attached the guns to them and went down to the first floor and left. Nextstep: the park.

~timeskip to the park because im lazy~

I reached to the park I was told to go to, and went under the big old tree and waited for a man named “Paul”.

I wasn’t exactly sure when he was going to come because he said he might not come due to personal reasons. But I didn’t really mind. Three minutes passed and you saw a man walk to you, he had a blue and red uniform and black pants with black combat-boots. A scar on his left eye and a cig in his mouth. he also had big bushy eyebrows, he was hot but intimidating.

He came to me and said”are you y/n?”

“Yeah I am, you must be Paul” I said and smiled wile taking my hand out for him to shake, making him smile and shake my hand.

“Well before we can talk about the job we need to go to the base, and we need to know about your background and reason of the job.” He said seriously.

“Yes, sir”

“Please, just call me Paul darling” he said with a smirk then winking at me.

“Okey, Paul~”

IM GONNA GET SOMEEE~~~ jk maybe I wont,…..bUT MAYBE I WILL~!

~another timeskip to y/n getting the job~

“Congratulations y/n, you got the job! Now the only thing I need now is you number” Paul said with a little smile

“Is this for the job or are you asking me out? “ I said with a smirk making Paul blush.

“Well it was for the job but, id love to go out with you “he said with a bigger smile.

“Well then I’ll text you when im free” I said as I left the base to go home.

I was on my way home walking thru the peaceful streets, then I saw two kids playing tag together in there backyard,

Gosh, I think im getting emotional!, I was a childhood friends with scout and we would plat tag all the time. I wished I could get everyone phone number so I can call them. Especially scouts. I tried not to get too emotional so I swipped my thoughts away and took the notepad from my hoodie pocket and looked what else I had to do.

Nothing ! I finished everything.

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I came back home at 7:31 and dinner was already done! So I went to the table and sat and ate with everyone and talked, edd was making puns that was so funny, but everyone else seems to hate it, but it didn’t bother me. Then I went up to my room and got ready to sleep, and wore a big t-shirt with underwear to sleep.

chapter 1

an: nice

#ew #ew x reader #tf2 #tf2 x reader #ew edd #ew matt #ew paul #ew tom

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