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find yourself (and me) || Tangerine x trans male!reader
Summary: You knew Tangerine well, you'd fallen in love with the guy. But when a mission goes wrong and you fake your death, he can't know a word of it. And when you finally transition after years of wishing, you can hardly even imagine running into him again. If you thought you might, you'd run the opposite way. But fate had different plans.
Request by @random-thoughts-004.
TW: mention of deadname (it's like your codename but like still), fake death, grief, blood, wounds, murder, guns, knives, scars, cursing (it's Tangerine), and all things bullet train.
[[A/N: Thanks for my first request !!! I hope I did it justice! Enjoy this slowburn and kinda angst riddled oneshot. Reader's first codename is Butterfly. Second is Beetle. (You work with Ladybug's agency.) ]]
The first time you met Tangerine was one of your first jobs ever. You remember it so well because well, the twins made it memorable. They made everything memorable, you'd come to realize but not now.
It was a gala, and you were dressed well -fancy even, with hair perfectly in place and shiny fabric cascading.
The job was an easy one, getting your feet wet and whatnot; not that you hadn't wanted the harder ones, it was just like a test run for your agency -seeing if you could do it. Which, with your experience, was kind of ridiculous but you didn't want to get into it right now.
All you needed was information from a man, some sort of billionaire -you weren't honestly sure. The location of someone else, his brother... cousin? You knew his name and that was all that mattered.
You finished your drink, and with a walk that could kill, you made your way to the floor. He was talking to some men (tall with bleached tips, and another one broad shoulders with a mustache), but you simply pushed yourself through.
His eyes, naturally, rested on you, and you used it toward your advantage.
"Hi," you smiled over the rim of your glass, fluttering your eyelashes for good measure, "-do you mind if I interrupt? I've been dying to talk to you all day."
The man, Richard you remembered, smiled smoothly, "'Course, honey. We can always pick up this conversation later."
With a glance toward the men, you pushed your arm into his and began walking away.
You had felt the eyes boring into your back at the time, but you didn't think anything of it. You probably should have, but to be fair this was a test run, was it not?
The man guided you to a balcony, empty with the night sky and stars twinkling. You would've thought it was pretty, if you didn't have an objective.
"Name's Richard," he spoke, still close by your side, "-what's yours, sweetheart?"
Swallowing the bile in your mouth (he really wasn't your type), you smirked -playfully, trailing your fingers onto his upper arm, "I prefer to be a mystery to the men I meet, Richard."
He grinned, it was working well, "I'm not the first then?"
The rest of your conversation was much of the same, low chats about things that didn't really matter -hobbies, jobs, etc. And when you casually mentioned family, it was smooth sailing.
"Got a cousin visiting one of my houses down in Miami, but I haven't seen the rest in years."
You weaseled out the name, and with a cunning smile, went to refill your drink. He'd said he'd have someone do it for you, but you said something about 'clingy already?' and his masculinity came in check.
Your job was done. You were 30 minutes from getting home, out of these heels, and watching your favorite show with the emptiness of your apartment. These kinds of crowds were exhausting, you needed it.
That was until hands shot out of a closet and pulled you in so fast you couldn't even scream-
"What the hell?"
The light was on, thank god, as you took in the man. He was broad shoulders from before, dressed in a fancy suit -three piece, with curly gelled back hair and blue eyes. Oh, and the mustache. He was your type.
You shimmied out of his grip, pushing yourself to the farthest wall, "What are you doing?! You can't just pull women into closets-"
"Who fuckin' sent you?" He uttered out, harsh and brash -british accent, your mind noted.
"Sent me?" You played dumb, "-This is a gala, I was invited, prick."
"Don't fuckin' lie to me," he hissed, pulling out a gun and suddenly, this was all very real.
"Jesus Christ," you raised your hands, "-why the hell does it matter?"
"You're after my hit," he clarified, like it was fact -pushing the gun further into your face.
"Yeah, no," you laughed, "-my job here was information. I literally just talked to him, if you paid any attention to your surroundings-"
"Awfully snappy for someone with a fuckin' gun in your face," he retorted, but you could tell that his frustration had significantly lessened.
"Shoot me then," you egged on, "-lose your cover, and your target, and shoot me."
His mouth flattened, eyes hardening, as the realization slipped over his features; you loved being right.
Gotcha.
With the speed of a snail, he lowered his gun -jaw muscle flexing. You could tell he was pissed that you were right. This was fun, you would've stayed all night to get on his nerves, if this dress didn't make you feel like your skin was peeling off.
In very different circumstances, you would've been glad to be trapped in a closet with him. But, we can't always get what we want, can we?
Without another word, you slipped out of the closet and made your way to the door. And when you got home you scrubbed your skin clean until the flowery scent of your perfume went away (it made you sick), but that was nobody's business but your own.
The second time you met him was very different. Your job was a hit, a CEO of some fancy business -you didn't really care. You'd posed as some meeting for him -after hours, it was actually really simple to get this guy alone.
Anyway, you had just shot a bullet through his head when the door came crashing open -easily, you switched targets.
Instead of some innocent, however, it was the man -still wearing a three piece suit and the same mustache. He wore it well though, so you couldn't blame him.
"Not you again," you groaned.
"What the hell are you doin' 'ere?" He replied eyes scrunched and eyebrow raised.
"My job?" You answered, still pointing the gun at him without hesitation.
He raised his hands, begrudgingly, and looked you over, "You 'ere for a hit?"
You kicked the body at your feet, sarcastically, "Ya think?"
His eyes flicked down to the man, before back up to you, "Lucky for you, I'm just 'ere for a drive. You let me go, we call it even?"
You pursed your lips, tilting your head to the side -thinking on it, "Fine, but if I see you again it's fair game."
"Can't fuckin' wait, love," he remarked, and you honestly weren't sure if it was all sarcasm. Huh.
"Butterfly," you said as an introduction.
He furrowed his brows for a moment before a wave of understanding crossed over his face, "Tangerine."
Needless to say, you left that building laughing your ass off.
The next time after that you met Lemon, and then suddenly you were a trio. You switched agencies and were constantly partnered for missions, and even when you weren't, they'd follow you and keep an eye out for you. Even when you told them that you could handle it, they still showed up (Lemon always blamed Tangerine).
You don't know when Tangerine started shifting in your head -from friend to... something else. A scary something else. But you think it started here.
You were in a safe house, one you'd crashed in a lot actually. An apartment in the city with three bedrooms and a fancy kitchen, you could picture it as a home if you thought about it long enough. Couldn't see it without Tangerine and Lemon anymore though.
It was late, and you were watching some late-night reruns of a show you'd never seen -it was some sort of love triangle, and you somehow already had a favorite actually. You couldn't sleep, it was just something in your head -nightmares. You had close calls before and tonight was one of them; you wanted to be alive a little bit longer because of it.
"Hey," the voice interrupted your haze, drawing your attention to your right.
It was Tangerine, he was wearing normal clothes -baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt with his hair ungelled (you were still getting used to it). Blue eyes flickered across you, he could read you really well -you hated it.
He didn't ask if you were okay, didn't have to he knew, just sat by your side on the couch -you offered him some blanket. He took it, closer into your side than he was before -it made your head spin just a little. You figured because you hadn't been so close to someone in so long.
Before you could stop yourself, you started talking, "You ever think about what your life would be like if we didn't do what we do?"
It was sleepy coming out of your mouth, slightly slurred, but still genuine. You always got a little talkative around him, you weren't sure entirely why.
Tangerine deflected, blue eyes fuzzy over your face (you weren't looking at him), "Do you?"
"Yeah," you muttered, low and quiet, "-all the time."
"What would you do?" he asked, and he was genuine -you could always tell when he wanted to listen.
"I think..." you started, trying to decide your words, "- I think I'd want to be married. Is that stupid?"
"'s not stupid, love," he spoke, soft with his gruff sleep voice.
"It'd be nice, I think," you hummed, perhaps saying too much but you didn't care then, "-forever with one person. With this job, you're always alone. Jumping from place to place, partner to partner. I think it'd be nice to have somebody who was always there."
Tangerine didn't say a word.
"The real question is if I'm marriable," you laughed, "-do you think I have enough positive characteristics for someone to marry me, Tan?"
It was kind of a joke, and you expected him to respond that way. He didn't.
"Yeah," he whispered, dead serious, "-I do."
You were taken aback a little bit, something unfurling in your chest that you hadn't quite named yet but you knew it now, "You think so?"
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer -your head settling on his shoulder without hesitation. You stayed that way for a few moments, breathing in his cologne and shampoo -he smelt so good, how?
"Someone would marry you," he finally responded -something there in his voice but you couldn't name it, "-'d be fuckin' stupid not to."
It was going great, really great. Until it wasn't.
You can't even remember the mission now, but it was one that the twins followed you in on. You convinced them to wait out in the car, you could handle this.
And while you were, your earcon went off -static voice in your ear. You had to strain to hear it, but once you did, you wished you hadn't. It was Maria, your previous handler -you had no idea how she got your connection, actually. It didn't matter then, the voice echoing through your head.
"Butterfly, listen to me, you have to get out of there."
"Maria?" you questioned, slamming a guy's head into a wall, "-'Would love to catch up but I'm a little busy right now-"
"Butterfly, listen. You are in danger."
"Aren't I always?" you laughed, sliding a blade across another guy's neck -he sunk to the floor.
"I got intel on a manhunt for you, the White Death is looking for you. You are not safe, listen to me."
You stalled in place, your heart dropping to your stomach, breathless, "What?"
"He's been surveying your safe house. He knows what job you're on, you have to get out of there now."
One of them rushed you from behind, you promptly elbowed his throat and he let you go -you spun on your heel and shot him square in the head. It was on instinct, your brain was running a thousand miles a minute.
"I can't hide from a guy like him, Maria," you spoke, a sort of shake in your tone, "-he'll find me. He'll find the twins-"
"Listen to me," she repeated, "-we have a plan, but it's not going to be easy."
"Yeah," you sighed, "-okay. I've got nothing to lose, right?"
"There's a car on the westside of the building, you need to head that way and-"
"Maria," you thought of the twins, "-I already have a ride."
"I want you to listen to me very carefully, you are not making it out of this building alive."
"Jesus," you laughed, "-have a little faith in me-"
"Butterfly, you are not making it out of this building alive."
"I am," you replied, "-I don't know what you're thinking but I'm perfectly capable."
"You, Butterfly, are not making it out of this building alive. Are you listening?"
"I don't-"
"As far as anyone knows, you are dead. As far as the White Death knows, you are dead."
"Oh," you responded, softly, "-this is... I'm... What about the twins?"
"They can't know. The White Death will be surveying them for months after, if they don't play the part-"
"They would," you ushered out, tears burning at the backs of your eyes, "-they... They could not see me for awhile but they would know-"
"I'm sorry, but if you're actually going to stay alive, they can't know. The White Death is smart, he knows how close the three of you are. If they know, he'll know."
"Please," you whispered, you felt like you couldn't breathe, "-without them... You don't know what it'll put them through, Maria, I can't-"
"I'm sorry."
Tears fell before you could stop them, heavy and your throat felt like it was closing up (good god, you couldn't breathe). You stumbled to the window, eyes catching on the car that waited for you by the entrance -if you squinted you could see them, you just wanted to see them again. Even if it was the last time-
"Butterfly, breathe, I need you to focus, okay? For them and you."
"Will you tell them first, before... before anyone else? They deserve to-" your voice cracked, "-They deserve to know first."
"Of course."
You swallowed, gasping for a breath and desperately wiping at your eyes -it felt like you were suffocating. Even still, you righted yourself -for the twins.
"What do you need from me?"
"Leave your phone and something they would know you wouldn't leave behind. They have to... They have to believe it."
With a shaky breath, you threw your phone to the floor -it cracked, but you didn't care. You scanned over yourself, digging into your pockets for something -anything. And then you remembered, the scratching on the fabric -it was your bracelet.
It was a gift from the twins, a simple charm bracelet with one single charm: a butterfly.
You remembered when they gave it to you, you promising to keep it on every day. It was the best gift you'd ever been given-
Hands shaking, you unclasped it -watching as it clattered to the ground, butterfly looking up at you. With another breath, you pulled your knife out of your pocket -three initials carved into the handle. Something in you cracked then as you looked at it, a little shrine to you -this is what they'd see. When they were told you were dead, they'd see this. That was... That was it.
You couldn't stay here anymore.
"Maria," you swallowed, blinking back as many tears as you could, "-where's the car?"
The next 4 years were a lot. You'd finally become yourself, a man, and you lived out in a small little cabin in the woods. You lived next to a teeny-tiny town where everyone knew each other, and you made your life there.
It was a sunny day when a car pulled up to your home -a fancy, expensive one. You knew it well, it dropped you off here all that time ago. Maria.
She smiled when she saw you, skimming over you -she knew about the transition but she hadn't seen you since before, "You look good, happier."
"Thanks," you smiled, leading her into your home. She was well aware of your home, every few years, she visited. Told you things, about the twins -their successes, their failures. They were infamous now. Sometimes it felt like you were there again, you could close your eyes and smell Tangerine's cologne and see Lemon's smile-
"I have some news," Maria started leaning against your countertop -she was always so rigid, all business.
"Yeah?" you smiled, "-What did they do now?"
"The White Death is dead," she spoke -frank and direct.
Something in your shoulders lifted, tears burning the back of your eyes -it had been so long, "Did they...?"
You knew very little about what she told them then, but you do know it had to do with the White Death. You knew they'd try and avenge you one day, it was just in their blood. You hoped they had peace now.
"A few people did," she clarified, "-remember the bullet train I talked about last week?"
"Yeah, you had Ladybug on that one, right?" you asked, you knew of the guy -never met him.
"The twins were there," she hummed, "-Turned out to be planned by him. He was going to kill them all by the end of the line."
"But they survived?" you asked.
"They did," she assured, before pausing for a moment, "-I'm here to ask you something."
You pursed your lips, something catching in your chest, "I can't see them, Maria-"
"That's not-" she started, before clearing her throat, "-I want to ask if you want back in."
"Into... work again?" You asked, curious.
"Yes," she said, laying it all out, "-We have a spot open, you'd be under me. We can start out with small jobs-"
"Isn't this what we planned? All that time ago?"
"We did," Maria confirmed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "-but, you've been here so long. Your plans can change, you know. You could live a normal life."
You thought back to that conversation that late night with Tangerine. You had wanted it then. At the time, you didn't know who you wanted it with but now... you did. And that... that wasn't happening.
But going back to work, that was familiar, that felt normal. You'd be yourself again. You hadn't felt that way fully since that day, but you could achieve it now. Mostly.
"Okay," you responded, "-I'm in."
That is what brought you here in some office building for a drive under the name, Beetle. Well, you weren't alone. A couple of months ago, you'd been at a meeting of the agency -Maria had requested you come. You'd said something a little bit snappy and from the back, a guy with blonde hair, glasses, and a huge smile, had yelled, "I like this guy!"
That was your introduction to Ladybug, and he'd immediately requested to be your partner to Maria. He even threw in some 'pretty-please's, you'd laughed really hard that day -you hadn't in a long time. And with a little hope of some normalcy, you agreed.
Now this was pretty run of the mill, you'd worked with Ladybug to know most of his quirks -like forgetting literally everything as soon as you stepped into the building, and not wanting to kill people on Wednesdays ('My therapist says I need to start taking care of myself, this is me doing that, Beetle.').
"Listen," you turned to him, "-just keep the guy distracted, I will find the drive."
"Hey," he mumbled, eating some kind of finger food, "-Aren't we supposed to be a team? What was it that Maria said-"
"Ladybug," you sighed, he could really annoy you, "-firstly, you know she never says anything in your favor-" he nodded at that in agreement, "-secondly, do you even remember what you had for breakfast this morning?"
He paused, squinting his eyes.
"Exactly," you pointed out, "-so I will go find the drive, and you go... mingle."
"I don't wanna mingle," he nearly whined, "-I should've retired after the bullet train."
You froze for a moment, at the mention, before coming back down to earth, "You can do that after we do this, yeah?"
"Oh," he waved his hand with a grin, "-you know I could never leave you, Beetle."
You smiled then, "I know. Now, go, seriously-"
"Yeah, alright," he swatted you, "I'm going-"
With that, you slipped over to the elevator -squeezing past a few stray people and pressing the top floor. Luckily, it was some sort of company party, so every office was unattended. You, yourself, needed the top office, so out of respect for your knees -you'd decided to use the elevator.
You would later wildly regret this decision.
Around the fifth floor, it stopped. You fully prepped yourself for some stray office worker, probably holding a two-liter to bring downstairs and the awkward conversation that would ensue. Instead, it was much, much worse.
Because in front of that door stood Lemon, tips still bleached and dressed in a casual suit -the same kind he always used to wear. Your heart was in your throat, so you casually arranged your tie -trying not to let your voice come out squeaky.
"What floor?" You offered.
He didn't say a word, was just staring for a moment -brown eyes solid on you like he was reading you. You knew you looked different, and even sounded different but you still thought maybe-
"Seventh, thank you," he smiled, sauntering up to your side.
You smiled with a nod, and pressed the button.
The silence was unbearable, and you were certainly going to give Maria an earful when you got back because this. Was. Not. Supposed. To. Happen.
That was literally your one clause for this work-
"Do I know you?" Lemon asked, looking at you questioningly, "-I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. You're so familiar-"
Your tongue was quicker than your brain, "I'm Carl, Mr. Madison's assistant?"
He pursed his lips, like he was trying to believe it.
"I work on the third floor, mostly," you lied through your teeth -it was just keeping cover, "-maybe you saw me there?"
"Yeah," he settled, still eyeing you weirdly, "-probably."
The rest of the ride was silent, just before he stepped off, "Carl, if ya see an uptight guy in a suit with a mustache, tell 'im I'm on seventh, will ya?"
You instinctively nodded, and as the doors slipped shut -your brain started screaming. Of course, Tangerine was here. God, you could handle Lemon, but-
You pressed your com on, hissing out, "Maria-"
"Yeah, Beetle, what's going on? Everything okay?"
"The twins are here," you spoke -tone wavering, your breaths felt shallow like you weren't getting enough no matter how hard you tried.
"Oh shit."
"Wow," you came back to earth for a moment, "-that's the first time I've heard you lose your cool. Too bad I'm losing my mind-"
"Beetle, listen to me, okay? They don't know who you are. You look different, you sound different."
"I know," you let a breath out, "-I just. I never wanted to see them again. I don't... I don't deserve to."
"Beetle, we've talked about this."
"I know," you took a breath in, "-I know. It's just a lot."
"Is Ladybug there with you?"
"No," you spoke, like it was obvious, "-he can hardly remember his name sometimes, Maria-"
"I'll tell him there's an emergency. Send him up to you."
"But there isn't?" You countered, hand slipping up to run through your hair.
"If the twins are there for the same thing, there's about to be."
With that, you were on the top floor. You kept your eyes peeled -fancy shoes clopping along the tile. You'd always wanted a pair, but now you felt like a prick, honestly.
You figured if Tangerine was anywhere he was here, or shuffled into the party. That was if you had the same motivation.
Which was probably your best bet.
Somehow, you made it to the office in one piece. No peering blue eyes anywhere or accents melting into your ears, you were alone. Huh, maybe you were lucky.
You shuffled through some drawers, scattering paperwork and knocking a tin of paperclips over. It really didn't matter, the man would notice the USB gone anyway so no need for it to look like someone hadn't stolen it. With the drawers, you came up empty-handed.
You pursed your lips, before brushing your fingers along the top shelf of the bookshelf, maybe it was hidden? Nope.
You spun on your toes, before your eyes landed on the laptop. It was literally plugged into his laptop, out in the open.
"Idiots," you mumbled, before pocketing it with the slip of your hand.
Ready to go and fetch Ladybug, your job was done-
"Give me the fuckin' drive," his voice bounced around your head, and you very nearly cracked your neck spinning around to see him.
The first thing was the gun in your face, which was familiar, actually.
You raised your hands in surrender, instinctively muttering, "Jesus Christ."
He stalled for a minute when his eyes met your face like he was processing something -you thought out of anyone he would recognize you. The gun faltered in his hand as his eyebrows crept together into a furrow, confused.
You washed over him too, his hair was slightly longer and he was stronger -you could tell. His mustache was the same, and the suit too, just tighter. But along his neck, right at the collarbone was a nasty scar -it was new, fresh, you could tell. A couple of months at most.
"Look, I'm just Mr. Madison's assistant," you started, your voice shaking but it actually helped you here, "-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?" He countered, frustrated again, but there was still something skewed in his face, "-I saw you slip it in your pocket."
"Right," you swallowed, "-glass doors."
He leaned forward, the gun doing the same. And you heard the jingle of his necklace, the one he always wore -something from his childhood he said, but there was another sound, another noise. Before you could think any better, your eyes dipped to it.
The butterfly charm.
Your heart stalled in your chest.
He had the butterfly charm, your butterfly charm, around his neck. The silver was stark against the gold, so you really couldn't have missed it -how long has he been wearing that?
A sob trickled up the back of your throat, but you held it back -blinking away tears.
"Look," you echoed, voice heavy with wear -you wouldn't cry, not now, "-we can work this out."
"I said," he stepped forward, and you could smell his cologne -it was still the same, "-give me the fuckin' drive."
You didn't move.
"Do you want a fuckin' bullet in your head, love?" He asked, his face getting redder, but there was still something in his eyes -he was hesitating. He never hesitates.
Not... not at work. He pulls the trigger and is done but he's hesitating-
Your heart pounding in your chest, you stood your ground -digging your heels in, "Shoot me. You can take it off my corpse, just shoot me."
Tangerine frowned, something in his face flickering between your eyes -you knew he saw you, but you didn't know how he did. Did he think it was just a coincidence? Did he know? Did he think he was hallucinating?
He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word -Lemon walked in with a gun pressed to his temple. Your eyes caught on Ladybug's and he visibly seemed to relax at the sight of you breathing.
"For old times sake," he spoke, "-you give me my guy, I give you yours."
"You almost fuckin' killed me," Tangerine seethed through his teeth, "-why should I 'ave any leniency?"
Oh, you thought, that scar was from Ladybug?
"He's got a point 'ere," Lemon replied, rather plainly. You wanted to laugh.
Ladybug paused, "I said I was sorry, I thought we were past that, guys! We killed the White Death together, remember?"
Both of them froze, tense and lips twitching. Was that... Was that because of you?
"Oh, right, sorry," Ladybug recanted, "-sensitive subject."
It was. Something in your chest panged, you'd never thought you'd see it firsthand. You never wanted to-
You stopped the train of thought, hissing to Ladybug, "You are not helping here, you know that?"
"I'm trying my best," he practically whined back, "-you try reasoning with these guys! It's like talking to two brick walls-"
"Ladybug," you chastised.
"Right, sorry," he repeated.
You sighed, leveling to look at them, "Look, I'll give you guys the drive, okay? Just let us go. I'll get him out of here."
Tangerine softened just a smidge -blue eyes matching yours, you may have looked different but your eyes stayed the same. You knew that, and you hoped somewhere in him, he recognized them or they reminded him or anything-
Because if they didn't, you weren't making it out of here alive.
Wordlessly, Tangerine put his gun down and held out his hand. So he did see it.
Ladybug's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, he was clearly not expecting him to relent. But then again, you weren't either.
You pulled it from your pocket, dropping it into his open hand -careful not to touch him, you couldn't do that to yourself.
"Ladybug," you spoke, motioning for him to follow, "-Let's go. We'll tell Maria on the way."
He did as such, giving the gun back to Lemon, and slowly following you out of the door -back turned to the outside, keeping watch.
"Did you-" Tangerine interrupted, stalling the two of you in your path -your heartbeat quickened in your chest, as he turned to look at you, only you, "-Did you know Butterfly?"
"Everyone knows Butterfly," Ladybug responded, "-she's a legend, even for our agency."
He didn't react to his response, only solidly looking at you, Lemon too. You felt like every move you made was outing you, revealing you. That they would realize and hate you and never understand-
"I never knew her personally," you answered, swallowing, "-Just... Just stories."
And with that, you spun on your heel and walked out the door -Ladybug following dutifully behind. You felt their eyes on you every step until you turned back around in the elevator.
You didn't do a job for quite awhile after that. Ladybug, following your lead, took a break too -said something about meditating. You didn't listen, you couldn't.
All you could see was that charm hanging on his necklace -right next to his heart. Did Lemon have your knife? Did they split them?
The next few months were boring, Maria kept calling you and you kept telling her you were okay, you just needed some time. She even sent Ladybug on you a couple of times, but even he could tell you weren't at your best. He just kept recommending things his therapist said, you appreciated it, really, even though it didn't help at all.
When you finally got back to work, Maria sent you as a solo -Ladybug was something you had to limit after a while. All you had to do was get a package before it was delivered, simple.
You didn't know why god seemed to hate you.
You were posed as a delivery truck driver, you even had the truck, the outfit, and the lift. It was something you genuinely enjoyed and everything should've gone perfectly.
It should have been as easy as walking in and walking back out.
That was not the case.
You arrived at the hotel lobby, dressed in the uniform and smiling at the front desk. Politely asking for the boxes you needed, something about office supplies or pillows or something. The hotel had too much of it. All you had to do, was get the package and sneak it in with the others.
"Can I run to your bathroom?" You asked with a smile -you had to get out of the lobby somehow.
"Of course," she smiled, bright and beautiful, "-There's one down that hallway and to the right."
You followed those directions, and then decisively took off into the bathroom -despite it not being a part of the plan. Somewhere in the back of your head, you noted that someone was definitely following you. It was a shadow in the back of your eye, but you still saw it.
So when the door opened behind you, you raised your fist and-
Stopped.
Tangerine stood there, eyes wide as your fist was mere inches from his face. He was wearing a coat, maybe like a trenchcoat, that was brown and gave his whole outfit something entirely different.
"What the hell?" You hissed out, lowering your fist, "-What are you doing here? Following me?"
Tangerine seemed to pause for a moment, before wiping his hand over his mouth, "I'm stayin' 'ere, saw ya out in the lobby. This isn't... It's not a job. I'm not 'ere to... to hurt you."
"Did you just want to say hi?!" You asked, sarcastically -this could not be happening again, "-Last time I saw you, you had a gun pointed at my head. Forgive me for being afraid."
He licked his lips, and you noticed it then, something was very off. He wasn't angry, no, he looked exhausted like he hadn't slept in days; his eyes were red and puffy like he had been crying. Had he been crying?
"Um," you started, trying to act normal, "-is everything okay...?"
"Tangerine," he finished for you.
"Beetle," you offered in response, before repeating, "-Seriously, is everything okay? Should I call your... your partner?"
"You knew 'er," he interrupted, voice worn.
"Knew who?" You questioned, squeezing your nails into your palm -you knew where this was going.
"Butterfly," he clarified, "-you fuckin' knew 'er, you had to."
"Look, Tangerine," you replied, "-I already told you-"
He interrupted you again, quietly letting out a wet sort of chuckle, "You even say it like 'er."
"Say what?"
"My name," he bit at his lip, gnawing at it, really, "-you say it the exact same way, and I... I fuckin' remember that, so you knew 'er."
You were speechless for a moment, before settling yourself -trying to stay away from this, "Do... Do you need to talk for a minute? Or?"
"Are you 'er brother?" He asked, something heavy in his gaze, "-It's the only solution I can think of, and it's drivin' me fuckin' mad. I have to know-"
"Why would I say I don't know her if I'm her brother?"
"I don't fuckin' know," he breathed out, hands running through his hair, "-are you afraid of the White Death? What he... he did to 'er? He's dead, very dead. You can say you know 'er-"
"But, I don't," you offered, a little weaker.
"You do," he replied simply, "-you fuckin' 'ave to, you look just like 'er. You can't- I can't... Just tell me the truth."
"I'm not her brother," you repeated, it was the only thing you could say.
"Did she ever say anythin' about me? About... About Lemon?" He continued, his voice scratchy and eyes blinking so fast you knew he was holding back tears -your stomach churned.
"Tangerine," you sighed out, "-I don't know what to-"
He interrupted you again, hand pulling on his necklace, the charm, "'s hers, you were starin' at it the other day. 'Was her bracelet, but I think ya know 'at."
"Look," you swallowed, heavily, "-I can't do this now, I'm on a job. We can talk later, though, if you need to."
You ended up finding the box in ten minutes and leaving without another word.
By the time, you were ready for missions again -you were half convinced you wanted to just go back to the cabin, and live your life there. Away from mustaches and feelings and fear, you could enjoy yourself -listen to birds, observe nature, even.
Maria even offered it, after the last trip, she'd smiled at you in the solemn way she did and offered you the home back, the life back.
You thoroughly debated it for a few days but wanted to feel like yourself again and this was the closest you'd get, ever.
You loved him, and this was the closest thing you'd get to him. It was all you had.
Even if he did love you, you were... different now and you couldn't imagine that would be okay with him. You didn't let yourself.
The next time you saw the twins, you decided to embrace it -try and be as close as you could. If they figured it out and left you in the dust, so be it. You wanted them in your life.
It was another solo mission, Ladybug was in one of those 'I'm going to quit and move to Costa Rico' phases of his career and you didn't exactly want to cozy up with anybody else.
Maria understood, and sent you alone.
It was a hit, some guy with a big life insurance policy -his wife hired you, apparently. He was a loner, and didn't go much of anywhere, so you were to stage a robbery and simply kill him in the kerfuffle. Or, at least make it look like that.
The job was so easy that you'd taken to the city afterward -you wanted to live a normal life for a minute, and after it all, you ended up in a bar. A sort of quiet one with a wooden bar and dim lights -the only people in there being men watching football games, and even they did say much of a word.
It was calm, peaceful.
You heard the door jingle, you knew the sound but assumed it was a normal person -sipping on your drink in your booth alone, away from prying eyes. You didn't exactly want any company, not really, but you ended up with some.
The steps of fancy shoes, it was ingrained in your brain, only getting louder -you thought maybe someone was going to sit close to you. Until they abruptly stopped at your side, you promptly turned your head -eyes peering over your drink.
Tangerine stood there in much better shape, blue eyes focused gently onto you (not red and puffy) and hair perfectly gelled back. He was wearing the blue suit that matched his eyes really well -you'd told him it was his best one once.
"Tangerine," you hummed, sipping your drink, "-weird seeing you here."
He paused, eyes flicking over you for a moment -maybe taking in your outfit, just the same as you did. Before muttering out, "'Ere's a safe house nearby, me and Lemon are stayin' 'ere."
You knew that one, the three of you stayed there a couple of times but then again, where hadn't the three of you stayed?
You pondered over that for a moment, before speaking, "You can sit down, you know, I won't bite."
He seemed to tense up.
"Unless you do," you clarified with a bit of a smile, "-in which I retract my statement."
His lips quirked for a second, as he slid into the booth across from you, "'M off the clock."
"Ah," you nodded your head, "-lucky for you, me too."
"Lucky for me?" He asked, it all seemed so natural -you knew he'd ask questions about it later.
"I'm a good fight," you shrugged, "-what can I say?"
"I imagine," he laughed, and something in your chest swirled -you missed that.
He sat in silence for a moment, tapping his fingers against the table, as you messed with the napkin you had. It wasn't uncomfortable, not really, (you didn't think it would ever be) but there was still something hanging over the two of you.
"Look," he said, suddenly, "-about the other day. I'm sorry, I was... I was in a really bad fuckin' place. Just brought up some memories... I didn't mean to-"
"Relax, Tangerine," you sighed, something bubbling up your throat, "-I know what it feels like when you've seen a ghost."
Something in you twisted, tired, and thinking you were lying. God, you were lying to him. But you couldn't chance losing him again, you didn't want him to hate you. Force himself out of your life, his choice.
Not yours. It was selfish, you knew that much.
"They treat ya well?" He asked, and you tilted your head, "-Your agency? I had a friend... switched over, so..."
"Very well," you hummed, "-My handler is... she understands my breaks."
"You had a break?"
"Long time ago," you spoke, vaguely -you couldn't be specific, "-stayed in a cabin, lived normal for awhile."
He leaned back into the booth, something in him curious, you could see it, "How was it?"
"Boring," you decided.
"Yeah," he murmured, "-always thought it fuckin' would be."
You took a leap then, even if the answer would hurt. You wanted to know.
"You ever thought about it?"
"Bein' normal?" He clarified -eyes smooth over your face.
You nodded, finishing your drink -he seemed to notice, and you half thought he'd offer you to get another.
"Yeah," he breathed out -not matching your eyes now, something heavy on his shoulders, "-once a long fuckin' time ago. But... things change."
You wondered if it was because of you -that one night. If he wanted that with you-
He wouldn't anymore, your mind chimed -stinging under your skin, you are different. So is he.
Timing would never be right, it made your lips snap shut anytime you thought of telling him. The idea that he had loved you then, and now... now he wouldn't. That was worse than him hating you for life, just not... just not loving you anymore.
You swallowed, thick -you wanted to know more, but you couldn't just say that, "That they do."
He paused for a moment, before sliding out of the booth, "I 've to go, Lemon's waitin' on me."
You nodded your head, toying with your glass -eyes slinking across the rim, something in you disappointed. Something in you wanted him to stay, but that wasn't going to happen. You couldn't have him.
Not now.
"Beetle," he spoke, slow and measured, "-'S nice talkin' to ya. Maybe we can catch up again when we aren't at each other's fuckin' throats, yeah?"
"Yeah," you agreed, the tips of your mouth turning up just a little, "-I'd be alright with that."
You started seeing Tangerine every once in a while, strange little cafés and dimly lit bars. You didn't know how he always ended up in the area with you or close by, but it felt familiar. Like when the two of them would follow you into jobs, even when you said you'd be fine because they wanted you to be okay. Just in case. You supposed now that they actually had something to worry about.
That led you to now, you laid on the tile of a building -head pounding and the lights blinding. You had successfully cleared it and killed your hit, but someone had snuck up on you -gun drawn, they took a cheap shot.
"Maria," you breathed out, "-Maria, come in."
"Beetle? Everything alright?"
"They got a cheap shot in-" you hummed, "-I think in my chest? It hurts to breathe-"
"Okay, alright. I'll see who's around you, okay?"
"I think I can walk-"
"Don't move, keep your hands on the wound. What floor are you on?"
"Second," you faltered out a breath -a sting in your lungs, even still you shifted putting all your weight on your hands, "-shit, never get used to that."
"Never will."
You laughed, leaning your head back down against the tile -it was cold against your skin. You felt like you were burning alive, so it was actually a little refreshing.
The lights above you hurt your eyes, but it was easier to breathe this way. Inhale, exhale -a sting, inhale, exhale -a sting.
You imagined for a second this was years ago, that you were actually dying then. The twins would come rushing in, burst through the doors, and Lemon would be darting all over you -trying to figure it out. And Tangerine... Tangerine would grab your face and keep you awake -soft words but every once in a while shaking you to keep you awake. You wouldn't have been able to die then, not with them there -trying to help. You supposed you could die now, bleed out on a tile floor alone or with someone you didn't even know.
This dream of it being Tangerine and Lemon, that was something you could live for -you could almost see it in your head.
And then you heard it, a door busting open and fancy shoes clattering down the hallway -like yours that made you feel like a prick. You wondered if you got the idea of them from Tangerine, he surely owned so many pairs-
"Shit," there was a voice then, and your eyes snapped to the source.
Oh, I'm definitely hallucinating.
Tangerine stood over you before falling to his knees, mumbling -frustrated, "I just fuckin' knew it was you."
"Am I..." you spoke, breathlessly, "-Am I hallucinating?"
"What do you think I am? A fuckin' angel?" Something in your mind answered yes, "-Hate to break it to you, love, but it's just me."
"How the hell were you around here?"
"A job," he said, a little too quickly -it was suspicious.
"Lying-" you slurred out, "-I can tell you're lying."
Tangerine didn't say anything in response, ignoring it, "'S your chest, yeah?"
"Yeah," you hummed, "-where I'm holding."
"Alright," he breathed out, "-alright. Don't stop holdin' it, okay? Keep your hand 'ere."
"How am I gonna move?"
He rolled his eyes, "Can't give me an inch of fuckin' trust, can ya?"
"Sure, I can," you breathed out, flinching slightly, "-just tell me your plan."
He let out a chuckle, before without warning -slipping his arms under your knees and back. The movement jostled you a little and it hurt -you hissed out.
"Sorry, love," he echoed out, softer than you expected, "-'s the only way to get ya out of 'ere."
"I know," you exhaled, "-I know. Keep going."
It felt like you hadn't even blinked before he was pattering out of the building -he was going so fast. Your head was spinning now, but you were still conscious.
"Shit," you heard Lemon, as Tangerine slipped you into the backseat, laying you across the seats -head first, "-a bullet?"
"Fucking cheap shot," you breathed out, "-Killed a whole building full of people and some asshole came up behind me and shot me-"
Lemon seemed to laugh slightly at your frustration; it made you feel a little lighter.
Tangerine shut the door and you waited for him to slip into the passenger seat. You were getting tired, you just wanted to bandage it up and go to whatever hotel was open.
Instead, Tangerine slipped into the side with your head -carefully lifting it and setting you back down onto his lap. You froze -his cologne surrounding your head so much it made you woozy. Why had he done that?
"Stay awake, yeah?" He spoke, breaths raggedy -he really must've been going fast, "Beetle, do you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah," you swallowed, the smooth cushion of his suit pants was tempting, but the situation you currently were in kept you awake. Your heart was pounding, your brain spinning, you were so close.
You'd been closer, but that was over 4 years ago. Even further when his hands made their way to your face and hair -trying to keep you awake. It worked very, very well.
Had he ever held your face before?
Something in you said no, but it could've happened. You were also so close and any time you got injured he'd always wanted to see it for himself. He usually refused to leave until he took care of it himself, with gentle hands. Whose to say you hadn't gotten a cut on your face?
Why did it feel so different now?
You looked up at him, just for a spare second -you saw his hand run through his hair, unveiling the curls by the second. You'd always liked his curls, when he'd shown you his natural hair -it was all soft and bouncy. It wasn't good for his image, you totally understood.
He's nervous, your mind chimed, does he care about you like this too?
You slapped away the thought and decidedly started staring up at the plush ceiling -this car was definitely expensive, you knew that much. The cushion on the seats, the detailing, the roof, the speed-
This thing had to be stolen.
"Ya alright, love?"
You swallowed and met his eyes, big blue blinking down at you and you could see it, the concern. Since when was he concerned for you? This you? Something had changed at some point and you didn't even notice.
"I've been shot," you retorted, obviously, "-I'm currently bleeding out on your fancy seats."
"That's not-" he huffed out, pinching the bridge of his nose -you couldn't hold back the grin on your lips.
Lemon laughed from the front, "'Give 'im a real run for his money, you know 'at, Beetle?"
"I try my best."
Lemon laughed again, and something in your chest felt lighter -you had missed them, so much. All those years at that fucking cabin, you had missed out on them, on knowing them, watching them, being with them.
God, you regretted everything then, but it was for the best. It kept them safe.
"Seriously," his voice was lower now but still so pointed, "-are you alright?"
You blinked away the fog of tears in your eyes, not now, and nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm alright."
The ride was short after that, it was wordless. Even though you think Tangerine wanted to say more, he didn't pry. Which you thought was very strange because he's Tangerine (he prods and pokes until you're set on murdering him) but you were literally bleeding out, so maybe it was courtesy.
You didn't have the heart to think it was anything else.
The twins brought you up the stairs, each taking a shoulder, and although it wasn't as dizzying as before when Tangerine had physically held you... It still was overwhelming.
These guys were like your family. You hadn't been this close to them in years.
"Alright, I'm assumin' you got the wounds?" Lemon asked, directed at Tangerine.
With a succinct nod, Lemon spun back around in the doorway -talking as he walked out, "'M off to get some food, don't bite each other's heads off, yeah? I'd hate to clean up the mess, personally-"
And then he was gone. You were currently sitting on a stool, hand still pressed intently into your chest, as Tangerine gathered up what medical supplies they had. Which was a lot, actually.
You spoke before you could think about it, "You know I can do this myself, right?"
"God, you've got quite the fuckin' head, don't ya?"
"You're one to talk," you replied.
Tangerine pursed his lips, in a way you could tell he was hiding a smile, before his eyes drifted to the ground for a moment. He didn't respond immediately, thinking on it.
And even when he brought everything onto the counter, he didn't say anything. It wasn't until he stood in front of you, nearly in between your legs as you sat on the stool.
"Just let me help you, yeah?"
Your eyes flickered over him, trying to read him but all you could get was -please. Almost like a desperation to help you, like he'd wanted to do this not just offering it-
"Yeah, okay," you responded softly.
"Shirt off," he quickly spoke -right to business, reaching over to the counter to grab what he needed.
You swallowed, you still weren't used to that. Taking your shirt off in front of people, off the top of your head you couldn't think of anyone who had seen your scars. Your top surgery scars. They were very obvious, right in the middle of your chest, and unavoidable. Did you want him to see them?
"Can't I just..." you started, "-unbutton the bottom?"
Tangerine turned back to you then, furrowing his eyebrows, "The gunshots in the middle of your chest, love, it'd be fuckin' half on anyway. Just take it off."
You frowned.
"No judgment here," he put his hands in the air, "-I couldn't care fuckin' less what your chest looks like, personally."
You licked your teeth and swallowed, before unbuttoning the dress shirt, slowly, but keeping it solidly on your shoulders. Kind of like how the men in cologne ads looked, with their opened-up shirts and the epitome of masculinity-
He didn't say a word, but you saw his eyes flicker over them -almost like he was noting it in his head before he switched his attention to the wound. He promptly dabbed it with an alcohol soaked cotton ball, and you nearly bit through your lip.
"Warn a guy, will you?"
Tangerine didn't even look up, "If that hurt, you're gonna have a fuckin' problem later, love."
"I've been stitched up before," you clarified, "-I'm not a newbie."
"Might as well be, yeah?" He hummed, tossing the cotton ball in the trash -flawlessly making it in (how does he even exist?), "-With your break."
"How do you know it was a long one?"
"I've never fuckin' heard of you," Tangerine explained, "-Ladybug's never heard of you and you're a part of his agency-" he dabbed another one over your wound, "-Must've been a long break."
He had a good point.
"Why are you so interested anyway?" You asked, quirking a brow, "-Plus, there are other agencies, how do you know I didn't come from one of them?"
"You're too good to 'ave," he replied, simply.
You fell silent, something stirring in your stomach -was that the first time he'd ever complimented you? Beetle you? Huh.
"Wow," you hummed, "-you can be nice. Who knew?"
"You're soundin' like fuckin' Lemon now," he groaned, before taking the needle from the counter.
"Lemon's smart then," you diverted your eyes -never could stand looking at being stitched up.
Tangerine rolled his eyes, and you looked back up to the ceiling -a smile ghosting onto your lips. Not that you'd ever let him see.
It went fairly smoothly, his hands made quick work of it and even quicker with the wound on your back (the bullet had gone right through your chest, luckily not hitting anything). Nothing happened, you were worried about nothing. He was Tangerine-
Just as you had started buttoning your shirt back up (you started from the bottom to the top), Tangerine froze.
Without a word, he walked closer to you -tilting your chin up with the ease of a finger and looking under it on your chest. You froze, his skin on yours was still something you couldn't deal with.
"Where'd you get 'at one?"
Fuck.
You knew what he was talking about immediately. It was a scar, just above your heart. You'd been stabbed on the job, and Lemon had fucked up your stitches so it had healed weird -came out curved somehow.
And then Tangerine was so paranoid that you showed him because he needed to know you were okay -it was so close to your heart.
"You almost fuckin' died, Butterfly. One inch down and..."
It was a one-of-a-kind scar. At the time, it didn't matter but now? You knew Tangerine could recognize that scar anywhere.
"Tangerine," you spoke out, measured. You tried to keep your voice calm, maybe you could save this-
He stepped back, eyes making contact with yours -they darted between them for a moment and then back to the scar, and then to your top surgery scars. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and everything in your body was screaming-
"Tangerine, listen-"
That was enough, something in him stiffened and he grabbed his coat off the back of the couch.
"Tangerine," you echoed out, but you knew it was no use now.
He didn't say a word, slipping it on and with the fastest steps you'd ever seen in your life, he disappeared out the door and slammed it shut.
The walls shook after.
You swallowed dryly, tears pricking at your eyes -this was never supposed to happen. This was never supposed to happen-
Your hand was on your com before you could even think about it, breaths shuddering out of your chest -sobs breaking in the back of your throat. You tried to stop it, hold it all back-
"Beetle? Hello? I see your com is on, everything alright?"
"They know," you whispered, nearly silent -tears streaming down your face.
"Who knows what?"
"The twins, they were... they were the ones nearby," you started, and your voice cracked, "-Tangerine offered to stitch me up and I have a scar-"
"Beetle, slow down. I can't understand you."
"They know who I am, Maria," you breathed out, tears catching in your throat, "-Tangerine knows and he's going to tell Lemon, and I don't know what the hell to do-"
"Beetle, breathe."
"He left," you echoed out, and you were crying -god it had been so long since you cried, "-he left, Maria. He didn't even say anything-"
"It's a lot to take in. Give him the benefit of the doubt."
"He's gone," you swallowed, "-I know it, Maria."
"You know him. Do you really think he's gone?"
You thought back to the pendant on his necklace -the butterfly, your butterfly.
"I don't..." you started, "-I don't know."
"Just wait, if nobody comes back... Give me a call, alright? I'll send a car your way."
So, you did.
You waited, buttoned your shirt back up, tried to wash the stain, and waited. You ended up flicking through TV shows, and smushed into the couch, waiting. Even thought about ordering your own food, but a part of you wanted to be sure that Lemon wasn't coming back.
After about two hours of waiting, you swallowed down the tears -eyes all red and puffy, and started gathering up your stuff. You accepted it now, you'd never see them again.
It was your decision, you would regret it for as long as you lived. Something in your chest heavy and exhausted, you readied yourself to call Maria back.
Just as your finger was about to touch the com, there was a jingle of some keys outside the door. You froze in place, slipping on one of your shoes without another thought -ready to leave. You knew he'd ask you.
The door slowly opened, and Tangerine peered inside -he looked worse for wear and you think if you focused hard enough you could see blood on his knuckles. You wouldn't ask, not now.
His blue eyes flicked over you, to your shoes and your coat all gathered up on your arms, he gnawed at his lip for a moment.
"Where the fuck are you goin'?
It was all harsh edges and sharp points, it made you bring up your own barriers.
"I'm leaving," you answered, straightening your posture and putting on your other shoe.
Tangerine didn't move for a moment, as you slowly made your way to the door -footsteps echoing in the heaviest silence you'd ever experienced in your life.
Just before you got there, Tangerine stepped in front of the door -something in his eyes heavy.
"Tangerine," you sighed, "-let me go."
"No," he answered simply, eyes meeting yours and you saw now, they were red and puffy too, "-hell no."
"Look, I really don't want to-" you started before briefly rubbing your temples, "-you want me to leave, just let me leave."
"Who the fuck said 'at?"
You tilted your head.
"Why would I want you to leave?" He furrowed his eyebrows, still angry, "-You... I just got you back, why the fuck would I want you to leave?"
"I lied to you, Tan," you breathed out, and something caught in your throat, "-I lied to you for years."
"You're fuckin' alive-" Tangerine exhaled, chuckling a little in disbelief, "-I have so many questions, yeah? That is far, so fuckin' far, from wantin' you to leave."
"Tangerine," you spoke, voice shaky, you just wanted to go. It would be so much easier if you just left-
He paused for a second, "Are you fuckin' listenin' to me?"
"I am," you replied, tears rising to the backs of your eyes, "-I just can't..."
"Love," he grabbed your wrist, something softer, gentler, "-Love, look at me, please."
You swallowed your tears and with a big breath, you looked at him. His eyes were always so very blue, but something about them then was vulnerable. Broken wide open, Tangerine sat in front of you.
"I want ya to stay, yeah?" He breathed out, wiping over his mouth, "-I want you to stay."
You pursed your lips, trying so hard not to cry -you shouldn't be the one crying, "Okay."
"Now," he sighed out, a little lighter, "-fuckin' sit down, you shouldn't aggravate the wound."
You wordlessly sat down on the far edge of the couch, closest to the door. Your hands were shaking, so you laid them flat on your lap -trying to calm down.
He wants you to stay.
"You said-" he started, his voice getting caught up in his mouth, "-You said you were in a cabin, yeah? Where?"
You opened your mouth, confused, "Why does that matter? You have... I lied to you for years and that’s your first question?"
He was standing up, pacing, and then suddenly stopped. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment blinking.
"You know, when they told us you were... dead," he echoed out -something caught in his throat, "-they didn't have a body? All we had was-"
His hand went to his necklace putting the pendant in between his fingers, "All we had was your things, there was no fuckin' body-"
"What does this have to do with-"
"I looked for you," he finally said, "-everywhere I went for a job, I fuckin' looked for you. Because if there wasn't a body, you could still be-"
He fell silent, for a moment -swallowing, eyes swimming over you like he couldn't believe it, "...alive."
"So," he continued, clearing his throat, "-I want to know where the fuck you were. 'At fair?"
Your mouth snapped shut - he looked for you? For how long? That wasn't important now though.
"Alaska," you answered, wiping at your eyes, "-small town, in the middle of nowhere. I had... I had an alias."
"Fuckin' Alaska," he muttered, under his breath.
"It was cold all the time," you added -a bit awkwardly, "-snowed nearly everyday."
Tangerine scanned over your face, maybe like he was trying to imagine you there, alone in the cabin. Or maybe, you out in the snow.
"That day..." he started slow, "-did you fight it? When you were told what you... what you had to do, did you fight it?"
"What are you asking?"
"Did you even think about telling us? Or, or-" he swallowed and his voice was husky and his eyes were bleary, "-coming back to us?"
"Tangerine," you echoed out, emotionless -trying to reign it in, "-I didn't have a choice. You know that."
"I know," he agreed, "-but did you fuckin' try?"
"You think-" you exhaled out, tears gathering in your eyes now, "-You think I didn't try to say goodbye? That I didn't beg Maria to change her mind? That I didn't tell her you guys would keep the secret-"
"Beetle-"
"-just so I could stay?"
"Beetle, I didn't..."
"I did," you swallowed, "-I did beg. It didn't work. If I... If you would've known, we both would've been in too much danger. I couldn't risk it."
"The White Death, yeah?" He clarified, and he was closer to you then he was before. His fingers kept twitching like he wanted to do something.
"He was after me," you hummed, "-knew where I was, where you were, where Lemon was."
"I just-" he started, "-I don't fuckin' get why... after you- After the White Death was killed, why didn't you- why didn't you come back? Tell us?"
"It's... complicated."
"Why?" he stressed out, "Why was it complicated? You were alive, and I don't know about Lemon, but, personally, I would've loved to fuckin' know 'at."
"Tangerine," you started, "-I'm different now, and you guys... you grieved me. How was I supposed to come back from that?"
"I don't give a flyin' fuck 'at you're a man," he interrupted, "-I just wish you would've felt comfortable enough to tell me- tell us earlier."
"Tangerine," you could feel the tears in your eyes.
"And we grieved you, yeah, but-" he explained, messing with his hands for a moment, "-knowing you're alive? That you were fuckin' breathin'? The grieving... It wouldn't 'ave fuckin' mattered, love."
"It would have," you stopped him, "-you thought I was dead-"
"Love," he suddenly sat by your side, gently holding your wrists in place, "-listen to me for once, yeah?"
You nodded, wordlessly, tears slipping down your face, this was guilt you were holding onto for years.
Without hesitating, Tangerine gently started swiping them away with his thumbs, "I thought I was in a world without fuckin' you. Lovely, annoying, beautiful fuckin' you."
You opened your mouth, but he merely continued.
"I couldn't imagine my life without ya in it, and then suddenly it was the fuckin' life I was livin'," he sighed out, eyes matching yours and hands cradling your jaw, "-you being alive changes fuckin' everythin'."
"Why?" You offered, eyes scattering between his -looking for an answer.
He paused for a moment, before dropping his hands, pushing his hair back for a moment, and swallowing. It was like he was readying himself.
"Lemon used to tell me that I was stupid," he finally said.
"Doesn't he always?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
He smiled a little bit, before grabbing one of your hands with his and fidgeting with your fingers -kind of like he just needed to be close to you, "Right, yeah. But this... He told me 'at one day I would regret not tellin' you."
"Telling me what?"
"When you... when you died, I realized the idiot was fuckin' right," he hummed out, a sob catching in his throat but he just kept talking, "-and then, I met a fuckin' self-righteous bloke who had the nerve to dare me to shoot 'im. Looked me right in the eyes."
"Tangerine-"
"And then the guy kept showin' up, and I kept seein' 'im and it was the always same back and forth," he continued, tracing along the creases of your palm, "-but at some point I started thinkin' that I wouldn't shoot 'im, even if he asked."
You laughed.
A smile flickered across his face at the noise, but he kept his eyes downward, "And then, I see 'im bloody and hurtin'. And I think back to the first time, when I didn't say it and if now I wasn't gonna be fuckin' able to-"
You raised an eyebrow.
"And then they dared to be the same fuckin' person."
"Tangerine," you asked, "-what the hell are you talking about?"
It was then that he finally looked up, and then you realized how close his face was to yours. You feel the puffs of his breath against your skin, and it made your head fuzzy. Your thoughts became blurry and all you could see was him-
Tangerine. Tangerine. Tangerine-
"I really don't give a fuck 'at you're a man," he repeated, blue eyes laser focused on yours.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "What the hell does that-"
His eyes dipped down to your lips.
Oh.
"Really?"
"Not a flyin' fuck," he echoed out.
You smiled, before letting your own eyes drift -just for a second. It was like a confirmation, a consent.
Before you could say another word, his hands reached up to grab your face and bring your lips to his. It was all force, desperate, like you were oxygen and he just wanted to breathe-
But somehow still gentle, holding you -fingers rubbing along your face like he was reminding himself you were there. That you were alive. That you were sitting there beside him breathing. It made sense now, all of it.
The grieving didn't matter because you were alive.
He finally separated, keeping his forehead on yours for a split second -staring into your eyes and huffing out breaths.
He kept you there, until it felt like you couldn't breathe -he stole all of it away.
When there was a knock on the door.
Then, there was another knock.
He groaned, throwing his head back -decidedly not letting you go.
"What do you fuckin' want, Lemon?"
"No way to treat someone who got you food," he chastised, "-you 'ave the keys, let me in."
"Come back in ten minutes," Tangerine answered -eyes solidly on yours, you felt frozen in your seat.
"The food's gonna get cold, mate," Lemon retorted, "-don't ya want it warm? I worked hard to get it, ya know? The closest restaurant was like a fuckin' block away-"
"Ten minutes," Tangerine repeated.
"I'm not fuckin' leaving," Lemon started again, "-it's cold out 'ere. You gonna leave your brother out in the fuckin' cold-"
"Fuckin' go, Lemon," Tangerine groaned out.
"Fine," he breathed out, "-keep snoggin', but don't fuckin' complain if I eat some of your food."
Yeah, you really missed this.
"We won't," you chimed in with a smile.
Tangerine smiled at you like you held the sun.
#tangerine bullet train#bullet train#tangerine x reader#tangerine x y/n#tangerine x you#tan's things#tangerine#tangerine bt oneshot#he/him reader#trans male! reader
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breeding jjk men (ft. satoru, nanami, choso, & sukuna)
cws – gn!amab!reader, breeding kink, ftm!characters, mentions of pregnancy/belly swelling, sukuna lactates, nanami & choso might be ooc, written at 2am, not proofread, lowercase intended
SATORU GOJO :
with satoru, it's a slip of tongue. it could've come from either of you, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was the fact that the word “breed” had made it's way into the air. so, you did what any reasonable person would do;
you grabbed satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. your dick plunged into him at a fast, desperate pace. satoru kept his legs spread as best he could for you. his moans and pleas were loud and desperate.
“please, [name]! oh, fuck! right there! fuck me full! don't stop! i want to be fucking leaking your cum… breed me, please. make me a dad, [name].”
and who are you to deny your pretty sorcerer what he wants?
NANAMI KENTO :
nanami is a different story. he doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. he's so composed and together in the beginning, but, fuck him long enough, and he starts telling you all his fantasies. it started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… bredding, though, is unexpected.
“[name], [name]... i can't - hah… i need more. i need you to cum in me. make me a dad, get me pregnant.”
your hips abruptly stop, dick still buried in his warm hole. you lean over your lover, touching his cheek. “you want a baby?” you whisper. nanami only nods. the look in his eyes show he's still hazy with pleasure, but coherent enough to make such a demand.
it doesnt take long before you're pounding imto him again, condom discarded somewhere. despite the rough pace, you're holding nanami's hands and kissing him repeatedly. “you're taking me so well, love. fucking made for me. you're gonna be an amazing dad. promise.”
CHOSO KAMO :
choso is shy about it. he brought it up because he wanted to experiment from a story he read. he surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. the sight made you chuckle. “you're adorable, cho.” you whisper, kissing him sweetly as you prep him with your fingers. it's only a few minutes later until choso is falling apart on your dick.
“mmph! ah, ah, ah… i… so fast… oh my – ah! [name], [name]... i'm – so good. i like it. i love it. i love you. i love you, i love you…” his confession only spurs you on, thrusting into him rapidly. “i love you, too.” you murmur, wandering kisses landing on his skin gently.
SUKUNA RYOMEN :
sukuna… is a stubborn bastard. no matter what position he's in, he's making demands. he likes just about anything during sex and he'll make it known. this time is different. you found out a secret of his – sukuna lactates. it was an accident, really. you grabbed at his pecs and gave a little squeeze. milk spurted out from his nipple and landed on his chest.
sukuna wasn't embarrassed. more so, pissed off. he was about to say something when you squeezed again, watching more milk dribble out from his nipple. a small whine escaped his mouth at the sensitivity.
no words were said as you resumed your movements, fingers playing with his nipples, watching more and more milk come out.
“awh… look at you. a needy whore spilling all this milk. such a shame it's going to waste…” you coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple. “maybe i should get you pregnant. stuff you full, watch your belly swell with my kids…” you smirked at sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “you'd like that, wouldn't you?” he hissed, attempting to give you a look of hatred. problem is, sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. his usual pissed off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face.
“well? go on then.” he muttered afyer a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him. "if you insist."
#— castiel writes#sub jjk#sub sukuna#sub gojo#sub nanami#sub choso#jjk smut#dom male reader#dom gn reader#amab reader#trans fem reader#nanami x reader#choso x reader#sukuna x reader#gojo x reader#tw: breeding#not sfw
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Friendly reminders to cis fanfic writers that afab≠woman
Afab means assigned female at birth so this includes/can include cis women, trans men, transmasc people, nonbinary people, and intersex people.
If you’re making a fic where the reader is a woman, uses she/her, wears feminine clothing, etc. tag it as fem reader instead.
I’ve been smacked in the face as a trans man by reading fics tagged afab thinking it will be gender neutral, but the reader is actually a woman and I’m disappointed because I was ready for a fic I thought would apply to me.
Have fun writing and make sure you’re tagging your fics properly, ty <3
#sharkboyrambles#male reader#mlm#mlm blog#twst x reader#gn reader#bg3 x reader#astarion x reader#fem reader#female reader#afab reader#trans reader#transmasc reader#ftm reader#bg3 fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader
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everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?
just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .
they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.
price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.
yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart
#ill add gaz nd ghost later i just got an insane creative block so i stopped there#but yayaya weapons mech reader reminds me of my friend who’s a weapons engineer for the caf !! so proud of her fr#🍵 mito's writings °｡ ⋆⸜#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod mw3#cod x reader#cod x you#cod x y/n#john price#captian price#john price x reader#price x reader#price x you#price cod#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#soap x reader#johnny mctavish x reader#soap cod#cod fanfic#call of duty#cod drabble#gn reader#fem reader#male reader#trans fem reader#trans masc reader
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Don’t ask how I thought of this… it’s trans male reader, no set character—imagine whoever you want. Bottom reader. Use of pussy, and other “feminine” words. This lowkey just self indulgent, so the reader isn’t fully transitioned 🫶🏼 don’t read if you get dysphoric easily.
You knew your friend did “sex work” on the side. And the reason why it wasn’t true “sex work” was because it was just him and his girlfriend recording themselves having sex and posting it onto Twitter.
It was just a kink for them, really, he never said anything about getting paid for it. But you remember them thinking about putting a paywall to see the full videos.
More power to them, or whatever. When you became roommates with said friend, him and his girlfriend made sure to record any videos when you were gone. Which was great.
It wasn’t until the two broke up, amicably actually, she just found out she was a lesbian—you thought his Twitter porn days were over now he didn’t have a partner. Since he didn’t like doing solo content
What you didn’t think was that he’d ask you to do something with him
“It’s just until I find someone else,” he said, nonchalantly.
“But it doesn’t give you money.”
“Oh we did make money off it. Not a lot, but decent money. Julie was gonna keep doing it with me just to keep some money but now she’s making lesbian content.”
“But girls! Wasn’t it straight porn?”
He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m straight… the viewers won’t care, pussy’s pussy!” He laughed until he saw your face. “Oh well if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t gotta do it. It is a strange request.” He moved to get up until you grabbed his hand.
“How much?”
“Huh?”
“How much do you earn from the videos?”
“Depends. The viewers love oral sex and teasing videos. Those usually get over… 2k—”
“—I’m in.”
“Seriously?”
“Cash is cash. They won’t be seeing my face right?”
“No. The focus,” he kneeled down close to you, “will be on down here.” His hand trailed against your crotch. “You just gotta lay there and be pretty, baby.”
No wonder the girls who ever dated him cried when they broke up. Who would willingly leave someone with a tongue like this?
You had told him there was no way you’d allow him to call you baby girl or anything of the sort which he happily agreed.
“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”
“Wouldn’t want it to.” You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to be nude from the waist down in front of your friend. He smirked slightly grabbed his phone as he aimed it to film your crotch area.
“Don’t say that—not when you’ll end up begging for more.”
You didn’t even get to retort that as you felt his finger rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he was slow with his touch, teasing your outer lips. Down and up, small strokes, and a light push.
You could see why these videos got viewers—it was driving you crazy each time he teased your clit before pulling away. Your hips began flinching slightly, subconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the palm of his hand.
“Did I say you could do that?”
You instantly froze, dropping your hips right back down on the bed.
“Good boy.” He whispered, making sure the phone didn’t pick it up.
What the fuck?! That… that was for you alone, right? While you were reeling at how easily he could command you, you cried out feeling two fingers shove itself inside your hole.
His fingers moved fast, spreading you open. You didn’t even realize you weren’t hiding your whimpers as you tried to calm down from the sudden pleasure. Your legs twitched and spasmed, fingers digging into the bedsheets for some sort of stability.
But then he stopped. Just as fast as he started.
He ended the video and wiped his fingers against your thigh, smirking. “Alright, last video, then that’s it. You doing alright?”
“H…huh…?” You could only sputter out, reeling in shock.
“Starting video now.”
You glanced down, watching as he pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. Oh, he was.. a bit big. His cock flopped right against your pussy, causing you to shudder in response.
It wasn’t that you were a virgin… but fuck, you were embarrassingly excited to have his cock so close, just inches away from your hole.
“Condom?” You whispered
He didn’t answer, subtly shaking his head. You watched as he started the new video and placed his cock right against your pussy. You couldn’t look away, wanting to see if you could really take in something so thick and long.
But he didn’t.. push in?
With his free hand gripped tightly on your hips, he began rubbing his cock right against your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip to try and keep your voice down.
You tried to rub against him but he held you down easily with his hand on your hips. It surprised you that he could do that with just one hand but you weren’t complaining.
“You want it, huh? Just look at it,” he moved the phone down to get a good look at your soaked pussy. “Never seen someone this wet for me. I’m flattered, baby.”
His hand released your hips and he suddenly stopped moving. You looked over to him, wondering why in god’s name he would stop. But all you saw was a shit eating grin. He wanted you to do the rest.
Any sort of self respect you had was gone. You just wanted to cum already.
You began to move your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock. A few times, by pure luck, his cock threatened to push inside—but each time he’d fix his cock. Why would he let you get fucked?!
No matter, you reached down to begin rubbing your clit, needing some form of stimulation when he grabbed your wrist.
“I thought you were a good boy?” He asked, a false sense of sadness in his tone. “C’mon, be good for the camera.”
Once again, he made sure only you heard that. Why’d he keep doing? To rile you up? You’re already close anyway.
But then he stopped…? Again?!
“All done. Thanks again, man.” He patted your tummy and got up, pulling his pants over his cock. You wouldn’t deny that you felt your word shatter seeing it being covered by those stupid excuse of pants.
“That’s…?”
“I’ll send you your cut by the end of the week!”
He was leaving? After all that? He was just going to leave without fucking you? You quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He didn’t turn over to face you, keeping his gaze on his phone.
“Wait… that’s it..? N..nothing else?” You whispered breathlessly, needing release, quickly. And you didn’t want to rely on some plastic dildo when there was a real thing just a few inches away.
“Yeah. I just needed two videos for this month. Why?”
“I… I…”
“Begging for me?” He asked, cheekily, looking up to finally look at you. “C’mon, use your words. What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
“Do I? Because if you don’t say it, I’ll do what I want with you.”
It didn’t take long for him to make you cum. As soon as his cock entered your pussy, you came. And then he really did what he wanted with you. You were too far gone to really think as it happened, but you were sure he took many pictures after, enjoying the sight of your cream filled pussy.
You certainly helped him again, and a few times after that…
Though… you’re starting to wonder…
You can’t find his and Julie’s twitter account…
And when you, embarrassingly, asked Julie—
She said they deleted the account when they broke up
Ooh. Spooky lol, what can I say? I love manipulative men…
Tag list: @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @remdayz @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @iwishtobeacrow @smellwell @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @love-kha1 @star-3214 @rhetorical-conscience
#bottom male reader#x male reader#uke male reader#oc x reader#smut drabble#mlm ns/fw#smut ideas#trans nsft#trans mlm#mlm nsft#ftm mlm
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WHY IS SO FUCKING HARD PUT A "FEM" IN FRONT OF THE "READER"???????
NOT EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING SITE IS A FEM OR USES FEM PRONOUNS YOU DUMB BITCH
NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO READ HALF OF A HISTORY ONLY TO GET A FEM NICKNAME OR A FEM PRONOUN THAT YOU TAKE OFF YOUR ASS
JUST PUT THE FUCKING FEM READER YOU ASSHOLE YOU NOT GOING TO DIE IF YOU PUT THREE FUCKING LETTERS IN FRONT THE READER
IS SO FUCKING HARD DEFENDING SOME AUTHORS BECAUSE THEY CONTINUE BEING DUMB
SOME MASC PEOPLE HAVE A FUCKING DYSPHORIA OR THEY DAY RUINED BY THAT
YOU WON'T LIKE IF WAS A MALE READER WITHOUT SAYING IS MALE, THEN PUT THE FEM READER BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE EITHER
#one piece x reader#henri talk#one piece x male reader#imagines#anime imagines#one piece imagine#x male y/n#x male smut#x male reader#x masc reader#x transmasc reader#x trans male reader#PUT THE FEM JESUS#WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD???#mlm#friendly boys imagine blog#boys blog only#male reader
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NSFW
Imagine Giyuu riding you
His big, pretty, blue eyes full of tears as he fucks himself, bouncing up and down and messing up his ponytail
How his little pecs wound bounce with his movements, unable to stop himself from rubbing his own nipples as he rides you, so desperate
And the best part is his gorgeous hole, fluttering softly around your cock, so loose and wet from all your teasing a few minutes prior, greedy as it sucks you in even deeper
Giyuu is such a good boy, drooling and crying as he rides you, he’s so well behaved
#dom top reader#amab reader#dom male reader#top male reader#bottom character#bottom giyuu#sub giyuu#trans character written by trans writer#trans giyuu#riding
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ftm reader getting fucked by two monsters shoving their knots deep in his little cunt whiile hes tied up and just takes it
[Request info] - [Navigation]
Gender: FTM reader
Kinks/Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con(?), knotting, DP (double penetration), Dacryphilia, Teratophilia, Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for reader. Hinted at werewolf monsters but I left it vague.
A/n: BRUH, I love this request, again I left the monsters up to the reader but I was thinking of my werewolf pack ocs. It took a little longer than I thought it would but it's fine. Kinda rushed at the end!
| OC(s) used: Monroe & Quinn | Words: 453 | Proofread by @bunnyscone | NSFW |
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"There you go, baby boy."
Monroe forced his cock farther into your pussy, stretching it out even more. A groan slipped from his maw, his tongue darting out to lick at your perky nipples. A small cry leaving your lips from the intrusion in your pussy.
"Can you hurry it up?" Quinn growled out, his claws digging into your plush thigh skin. Small red lines form in the trail of them. His cock throbs with need against your thigh, a knot at the base of his cock already swelling up, and he hasn't even started fucking you yet.
"No, I'll take however long I want to savior our little guest here." Monroe quips back, glowering down at Quinn. The two beasts start bickering back and forth, all while you are unhurriedly thrust into by Monroe. They sounded like two brothers arguing over a toy. Quinn was lying under you, your back to his chest, Monroe above you, tugging at one of Quinn's pointy ears.
Each thrust was slow and gentle, a surprise for how big and burly the monster was. Monroe's giant clawed hands hold onto the ropes that had you tied up, unable to move. You could do nothing against Monroe's ministrations or when Quinn slid his hand down to your pussy. His thumb started to rub your sensitive bud while the bigger man still thrust into you. Quinn's other hand holds open your trembling thighs from his place under you, chuckling slightly when your back arches off him.
"You said that last time with the last human!"
That exclamation only got an eye-roll from Monroe, his sharp claws drilling further into the plush skin of your thighs. An annoyed grunt coming from on top of you. "God, you are insufferable. Like a yapping chihuahua that won't shut up."
After a few minutes of the two going back and forth arguing about fucking you, Monroe ultimately relents. "Fine, fine! Whatever!" He says in a rolling growl, moving to spread open your thighs for Quinn. The smaller beast positioned his cock right at your stretched entrance, though, unlike Monroe, he doesn't push in slowly. Like an excited pup, he thrusts himself in. You were already stretched from Monroe's cock, but now with both cocks inside your dripping cunt it felt like you could've been split open. Their knots pressed together as they started to thrust. At first, it was graceless, but gradually, they got a rhythm down.
Their thrust started getting harder, knots slipping in with every push in and out. The cave around them filled with grunts and moans of pleasure as the two beasts ravaged your tight cunt. Until they finally spilled inside you, their fat knots locking their cum inside.
#🗡lurchers.ocs#🗡lurchers.request#x male reader#male reader insert#male insert#male x male#male reader#male x ftm reader#ftm reader#trans male reader#monster x human#monsters x human#yandere monster#monster smut#monster fucker#monster lover#yandere teratophilia#teratophillia#dacryphilia#monster x you#monster x reader#monster x male reader#my ocs: Monroe and Quinn#my oc: monroe#my oc: quinn#my ocs: monroe#my ocs: quinn#my ocs: wolf pack
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Barrack bunny reader but it’s top male reader x TF141
Barrack bunny reader where you cant satisfy all of 141 at the same time so you got soap and gaz rubbing their pussies together while watching you fuck ghost
Barrack bunny reader where you’re tuckered out after fucking 3/4 so you got Price or Soap or whoever riding your cock while you’re basically dozing off
Barrack bunny reader where you’re fucking only one of them and making three of them watch without being allowed to touch themselves, having their cocks hard and weeping between their legs as they beg and plead for you to just do something
Barrack bunny reader where you’re busy with one of the boys so ghost and soap have to fuck each other but it doesn’t feel the same so soap is just whining and complaining while riding ghost’s cock because Ghost just isn’t hitting the right spots
Barrack bunny reader where you’re sleeping with the boys on different days so while you’re with one member, you’ll have another member listening in through the walls and jerking themselves off to the sounds the two of you make
Barrack bunny reader where you’ll have all four of them on their knees trying to suck on your dick, you’ll have soap managing to wrap his lips around your cockhead while price jerks you off with his hand before ghost is pushing off the Scotsman so he can deep throat your cock while gaz fondles with your balls
#I had to do this when I saw it on the dash#I hope it’s okay it’s very quick#call of duty#top male reader#dom male reader#bottom male character#sub male character#trans male character#john price x male reader#john price x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x male reader#soap x reader#soap x male reader#gaz x male reader#gaz x reader
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I blame @rodolfoparras & @miguel-owhora
cw: trans!miguel baby trapping you
thinking about trans!miguel baby trapping you. when he first recruits you to the spider-society he’s enamoured, and it only takes a few weeks before he’s riding your cock, the idea in his head that only you can give him the family he wants - but you insist on wearing a condom every time, unaware of just how deep his infatuation already runs.
miguel waits until you’ve pulled out of him and discarded the used condom and about to get another one he asks if you’ll go get him a drink of water. you do without a doubt, asking if he's ok, if he wants anything else because that’s just the person you are - kind, considerate, and any trace of doubt vanishes as you disappear out of the room. miguel quickly scrambles into action, poking holes into the condoms before you can get back.
when you do he accepts the drink gratefully, taking a few minutes to rest while you flop down on your back next to him. once he’s recovered (although he doesn’t really need to recover, not when he’d let you fuck him until he passed out) he’s settling between your thighs, taking you in his mouth until you’re hard again and he moves to straddle you, not forgetting to roll down one of the condoms on your cock before he’s sinking down on you.
he rides you with a renewed vigour that has you cumming fast, hips bucking up to chase the wet heat of his cunt and you can’t even tell when your cum starts to leak out of the hole, brain too busy firing on all cylinders as he tumbles over the edge with you, grinding your cock against his walls as they pulse and clench around you.
when he pulls off you and you see the broken condom you panic but miguel is quick to assure you, swearing that he’s on birth control. the night ends there but it’s already too late.
he approaches you a few weeks later, herding you into his office and shutting the doors before handing you a positive pregnancy test. he attempts to make himself look as nervous as possible, rambling that he doesn't know how it happened. he waits to gauge your reaction but you put the test down and pull his hands into yours, “it’s up to you to decide, i’ll support you no matter what.”
cut to a couple months later and miguel can’t stop smiling in bed, sinking into the feeling of you sleeping pressed against his back as your hand cradles his growing belly.
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bonus: the pregnancy hormones have miguel convincing you that since he’s already pregnant you can fuck him raw as much as you want, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you mumble in his ear about how you’ll put another baby in him as your seed overflows from his puffy cunt
#miguel o'hara#trans!miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x male reader#male reader#top reader#top male reader#spiderverse#lieutnts drabbles#lieutnts writings
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slumber party!
Yandere friend group x fem!reader
Tw: none that I can think of, reader is mentioned to have a childhood author randomly thought of, you can change it in your mind if you like. Not proofread 🌺
⭐you grew up with your friends, having known eachother since diapers! Your parents often left you in a daycare since they were busy with their jobs, and that's how you met Cassidy. A bright and cheerful girl, capable of lighting up a room with her toothy smile. When she saw you crying in a corner, missing your parents, she hastily snatched a couple of crayons and rushed over. Sitting next to you and holding out a pudgy hand, offering the red crayon.
"hi! I'm Cassidy! But you can call me cassie.. what's your name?"
🛍️ skipping a few years, you and Cassidy were in first grade. Obsessing over my little pony and worms, when suddenly you came across Michelle. A prickly girl you've known since kindergarten, but she was always too stuck up and bossy to ever get along with anyone. She held out a chocolate with a furrowed brow, looking flustered as she moved from side to side, the way your choir teacher hated
"can.. may i.. play with you, please..?" You swore you could hear your homeroom teacher cheering in the background
🎀it was 4th grade, you, Michelle and cassidy were in that ripe age where all boys were Icky and gross and had all types of nasty cooties. The constant squabbling and booger picking you'd see from the aforementioned solidly confirmed it. You spotted the new girl, Vivian getting harassed by the class weirdo, some Asian fetishizer. So you bravely stood up, walked over.. and tripped on your untied shoe laces, landing face first into the carpeted floor. Viv gasped and quickly rushed over to you, making sure you were alright before letting out a soft giggle
"you should be more careful.. you're y/n right? You have a very lovely name"
💀 7th grade, the emo and dragon ball z kids were making themselves known. You were laying on the classroom floor, resting your head in Vivian's lap as Michelle dangled a vine of grapes Infront of your mouth. Giggling when you obediently opened and bit one off. The giggling stopped and you opened your eyes to see a hot topic magazine boy standing over you all.
"hey! You on the other girls lap! You're my girlfriend now." "...what."
After the boy almost got his shit rocked by your scarily protective friends, you Introduced yourself "y/n" "kiross.." the girls were glaring daggers at him
💕 9th grade, you were starting to see a pattern, a new member of your group joins every few years. So you were preparing yourself mentally, all while Talking and suddenly turning around to walk backwards. Not noticing the boy you were just about to bump into. Your friends quickly rushed forward to try and catch your ass, but it was no use. You fell straight into.. a soft body. The boy you fell ontop of blinked owlishly, before realizing it was you and giving a devilish grin. surprisingly he looked hotter than most guys in your class
"haha, looks like god answered my prayers to send me an angel, my name's Alexis. Nice to meet you"
🔪12th grade came, soon you'd be free from the hell hole known as public high school. You clinged and sobbed in Cassidy's arms, only 6 more months to go. Whining something about not having a boyfriend, ignoring how offended kaiross looked. You dramatically fell to your knees and held your hands clasped together towards the sky, yelling that you wanted a hot hunk and you wanted him right now... Only for an incredibly heavy object to land straight into your back. Sending you both to the ground as the thing made a grunt. Looking up, you damn near had a nosebleed to see the hottest man you've ever seen, daichio
"ah.. sorry pretty girl, you okay down there?" "yeah.. more than okay.." "alright break it up! No soliciting"
⭐after daichio joined, tensions rose in the little friend haven. Vivian and Michelle would squabble over anything involving you, daichio would purposely provoke kaiross to a fight, alexis would pick on Cassidy for always being so close to you. Until you finally had enough. Giving them the biggest tongue lashing they ever had as you yelled at them to be normal people for once and get along
🛍️...maybe it would have been better if they kept fighting, because now they were a hive mind. After secretly talking behind your back, Daichio and kaiross were like your guards dogs since they had the most muscle. Cassidy was your right hand, Alexis being your tutor. Vivian was your emotional support human, and Michelle was your fashion critic and healthy lifestyle planner. You didn't really mind since now they stopped being little bitches and you had free unpaid workers like Kim Kardashian
🎀you didn't even realize when your group suddenly started gathering attention. Becoming the most popular in the span of a few weeks, how? You didn't know. And quite frankly you didn't want to know. You just wanted a partner, good grades and a scholarship. Looks like your getting all three. People often crowded around your table or desk, trying to get all buddy buddy with you. Just for a little recognition. Your friends were docile until, well, the confessions came rolling in. But that's another story
Fun facts:
Cassidy goes by she/them and is a very friendly person. Naturally, people confess to her everyday but she only has eyes for you, bisexual!
Michelle's mom is a cop, and her dad a businessman so she comes from a somewhat well off family. She likes to go on shopping sprees and gives you any clothes she doesn't want, a lesbian in denial
Vivian is soft spoken and shy, wherever you are rest assured she's close behind, pansexual
kiross is inlove with you and it's very obvious, it's just that nobody brings it up, he goes by he/them and bisexual
Alexis is very demanding, you could consider him a female version of Michelle. Sometimes mich gives him any clothes she doesn't want, pansexual!
Daichio is a playboy and is good friends with kameron, he speaks English, japanese and currently learning Spanish, straight asshole. BORINGG
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Eat Your Heart Out
Yandere!Zombie Horde x Male Reader
Cw: Apocalyptic world, nsfw, mention of death, dub-con, poly relationship, gangbang (yup uhuh this is happening)
A terato request by @xweirdo101x, hope you like it! (*´∀`*)/
💀 You don't remember the last time 'normal' was the norm in your life. Bustling streets became barren and gigantic cities were nothing but ruins and hot spots for survivors or whatever monsters ruled the surface now. Ever since the start of the virus outbreak, the world fell apart into something out of an apocalypse movie, where the only rule was survived and pray the infected doesn't find you.
💀 You could remember however, how this all started. not only was it because of a virus, but it was man-made. It was supposed to be humanity's saving grace, a way to cure all ailments and boost the abilities of whoever took it, but it turned out to be a horrific world-destroying disease that ruined the mind of everything it infected. Humans, animals, plants, almost everything mutated into mindless, bloodthirsty monsters.
💀 You winced at the memories of seeing the news on tv, the sight of people running and screaming from infected, their snarls echoing in your mind as the memory of seeing your friends die in front of you one by one flashed in your mind. You groan, knowing how hopeless it was in this world, but your will to live was too strong.
💀 Living in the ruins at was your town isn't so hard, there was always food to scavenge for in the old mall which you lived in, and you were the only one left to your knowledge so there was no competition for supplies.
💀 Although there was a tiny problem...
💀 A small horde of zombies decided to take residence in the mall as well. Unlike their movie counterparts, they weren't heaps of rotting flesh but pale-looking creatures that looked like they didn't eat in days, albeit with bits of their flesh missing but nothing too gross. They still moaned and groaned but at least they didn't smell from a mile away. At first you were very weary of them, but after a certain encounter, you found out they never seemed to be interested in attacking you.
💀 They were surprisingly docile, only getting aggressive at other monsters that wandered in the mall.
💀 You didn't know the virus mutated once again, allowing certain infected to regain a bit of their consciousness.
💀 The horde met each other through wandering aimlessly before bumping into one another, they formed somewhat of a pack or group of sorts, knowing they were all different from the rest of the monsters that infested the world.
💀 You noticed the horde would be around wherever you went, the food court, the arcade, the cinema, it was like they were following you.
💀 Although they never tried to eat you at first sight, you still didn't want a fight with an entire horde, so you avoided them whenever, much to their dismay.
💀 You would then see one of two of them follow you around. You'd be spooked for a bit before realizing they would copy anything you did. You jumped and yelped and the zombie following you would do the same.
💀 The zombie would coo and purr at you, sniffing at the air like a lost pup. You hesitantly put down your weapon and walk closer to him. You get out a soft 'hello' and the zombie gurgles out a 'hi' back, making you utterly astonished, taken aback by the zombie's intelligence.
💀 Ever since then you would study the horde and their behaviors. They all had different personalities which intrigued you further. You decided to give them names as you couldn't just call them 'zombies' all the time.
💀 One with the flesh from his right arm missing was named 'Screw' because of his tendency to collect shiny bits and bobs from the ground of broken objects. He was shy but loved to show you the things he's collected.
💀 Another had parts of his ribs showing, but surprisingly nothing inside was named 'Ribs' as he fiddled with his most of the time. He was curious and a bit hyper, always wandering the most and the fastest among them.
💀 One, which was probably the smartest, had only one eye, which he could move from one socket to the other by tilting his head was 'Soda' because he had the quirk of copying you eating or drinking. One time he copied you drinking a bottle of soda pop and he gurgled in happiness over the fizzy taste. He knew what certain things were if you told him and he recognized objects in pictures like dogs or planes, things you haven't seen since the first wave.
💀 The last and most likely the leader was named 'Bo' as he had a dog tag on him, probably from serving the military when he was human. Despite his stomach being missing he was weirdly strong, always protecting the rest of the horde when there were monsters that were more aggressive than most.
💀 You and the horde quickly grew a bond, sometimes they even found food for you or protected you from danger or even other zombies. You never knew what drove them to be so protective, but you were happy you didn't have to live alone anymore.
💀 You noticed the horde being more affectionate, being found wandering closer and closer to where you usually stayed. You figured it was because they were so close to you until one managed to make its way into the boarded-up store you lived in.
💀 It was Screw looking through your clothes, sniffing and rummaging your shirts and underwear, you remember they relied on smell a lot and assumed he wanted to look for you and followed your scent into your home.
💀 Unbeknownst to you, they were absolutely in love with you. They came to the mall for refuge and found something much better, a lovely little mate to call theirs, one soft and squishy and warm and very very tough, something that is important when surviving in the wastelands. The times where you would touch them whether it was a light brush on their hands or pats on their shoulders of heads were the best. Your warm body making contact with their cold, dead ones.
💀 The horde had enough of you hiding and running away from them all the time, playing a teasing game of cat and mouse with them, they wanted to take care of you don't you see? They won't hurt you! You're their little mate!
💀 Bo sent Screw to track you as he was always the one to follow you around back when they first came to the mall. He followed your scent to a small hole that was hidden behind a dumpster. He crawled inside and was hit with the most powerful smell of your sweet scent he could ever encounter. He coos, knowing he found your little nest.
💀 The others were standing by the dumpster, waiting for a signal from Screw that the area inside was safe for them to enter. Meanwhile you were trying your best to shoo Screw out, scared that he might hurt himself with all the delicate objects and weapons you kept in your home.
💀 Ribs heard your voice and gurgled happily, quickly crawling inside, Bo and Soda going in after him.
💀 You finally got a purring Screw in your hands as you spot the others entering your home through one of the entrances you made. You feel your eye twitch as you try to process what was going on.
💀 Screw was happily cooing in your arms as Soda limps over to you smiling and chittering, his hands on your arms as Bo curtly moves closer to you like a guilty puppy.
💀 You then notice you didn't see Ribs and you turn around as you're tackle-hugged to the ground by the zombie along with Screw, the two of them cuddling and rubbing themselves on you as you try to wriggle out of their hug.
💀 Soda leans down beside you three as Bo does the same, the four undead men now cooing and purring all over you.
nsfw under the cut !!
💀 You try to calm them down until you feel Soda's cold breath on your neck. You shudder as he licks and bites on your sensitive skin, leaving hickies and marks on your neck and shoulders.
💀 Screw sees Soda giving you affectionate bites and cups your face to kiss you. You try to get him off you, but he gripped your thigh in response to your resistance.
💀 Bo claws and grabs at your crotch area as Ribs held your hands, kissing and nuzzling into them lovingly. You let out a moan from all the stimulation and you feel your cock twitch from under your pants. Bo chitters at the tent that has formed and rips off your pants as easy as unwrapping a present.
💀 Your cock springs up as precum runs down from your tip. Bo purrs and brings his mouth to your member, his tongue swirling around it as you feel the purrs in his throat from the taste he's feeling.
💀 Never have you previously considered letting their mouths near you, but now you couldn't help but find pleasure in them kissing and licking you so lovingly, like their viral hunger for flesh was twisted into something more...lustful...
💀 Bo pushed himself off of you and aligned your ass to his now throbbing cock as you hear the scratching of denim and faint zips of zippers being pulled with soft coos.
💀 He prods at your hole with his dick before slowly ramming it in your hole. You felt the others' cocks next to you as you take Screw and Soda's members, pumping them gently, earning gurgles of delight from the two.
💀 Ribs places one of his hands on your cheeks and pumps his cock next to your mouth, asking for consent. You chuckle and open your mouth, making Ribs chitter and thrust his cock into your throat, fucking your face excitedly.
💀 All you could think about was how much pleasure you were feeling, you came many times along with them, your hole getting filled to the brim with their seed. The cold temperature of their skin was merely an after-thought as they held onto you, your warm insides keeping their dicks hard for you.
💀 After you all were done, you were drenched in sweat and your hole was seeping cum, your penis twitching from the overstimulation from the gang bang you were the focus of. They brought you to your bed and huddled around you, they didn't need to sleep but they stayed by your side gurgling to each other how cute and adorable their mate is.
💀 Now you don't really have to leave your little home as they would always keep you gently nestled in the bundle of blankets and soft things they found around the mall. They would take turns with whoever would stay by your side for the day as the rest wandered around in search of food or trinkets to bring back to you and maybe a survivor or two for a little snack.
💀 All in all, they can't get enough of you, and you can't help being stuck with a zombie cuddling you/fucking your brains out 24/7
i didnt mean to write them so asfjnakfeqkgkaeg they are such little meow meows i cant-
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The Werewolf's Pet Cat
Trans Male Yandere Werewolf x Trans Male Cat-hybrid Reader
(CW: Noncon, mild scent kink, knotting, inhuman genitals, heat cycles, rut, werewolf yandere, reader being chased, trans male reader and yandere, yandere has transitioned via magic, general yandere behavior.)
Word Count 2.1k
(This is a commission for @trocha1c. I hope you guys enjoy it. Also this is not an omegaverse fic, there is knotting because the yandere is a werewolf and there is a heat cycle for the reader because they are part feline, sense of smell is mentioned because of their animal abilities, but there are no alphas or omegas in this universe.)
There were many servants in any castle, even in a smaller one like the one that you worked in still contained a sizable workforce. The dusting alone was an atrocious task. You would know, you were one of those numerous servants. Though you were the only one who was a cat-man.
Your tasks were largely various cleaning oriented jobs including dusting, sweeping, laundry, and occasionally bringing food from the kitchen to Lord Dran when he decided to have his meals outside of the kitchen.
That’s the task you enjoyed the most, it meant you got to be in his presence. He always smelled so nice. So… masculine. Even with your sensitive feline nose you couldn’t quite place what it was.
You had worked for him for about a year and you had been almost supernaturally attracted to him since the first time you met him. Of course… despite being a somewhat uncommon cat man you were still very much a commoner. And he was a lord.
You could never hope to be anything to him.
This wasn’t an incorrect line of thinking. Lord Dran was very much attracted to you as well. He could tell you were a kindred soul. He also possessed superior senses and he knew that even though you were a boy you had a pussy between your legs, and he could smell its arousal whenever you stayed in the room with him for any extended length of time.
He was once like you, a man with those parts, until he had paid a lot of money for a mage to conduct a complex ritual to give him the body he had always wanted. The fact that you were both trans made him want you much more. You’d understand him more than others.
But despite his deep seated longing for you he would have to be satisfied with stolen glances, your scent, and impure thoughts he harbored towards you, for he couldn’t ever deign to be with a commoner.
He had to use his position as a lord to solidify a political alliance for his family and strengthen the family position.
You were completely oblivious to his long stares and extra kindness towards you. In the end it didn’t matter though. They couldn’t amount to anything.
But the royal family, or at least his branch of it had a terrible secret. They were no longer human. They were all werewolves. Once a month during the full moon Lord Dran retreated to a fortified private room and grew into a large ravenous beast. One from nightmares, with a hunger for fresh game and with an instinctual need to find a mate to stuff its big knot into.
You didn’t have something so dramatic to struggle with, you only had a monthly heat cycle. They weren’t really all that bad, you just became significantly more horny, more sensitive to the scents of others, and a bit feverish. Nothing you couldn’t handle.
But it just so happened that your heat cycle coincided with the full moon.
One night, a full moon no less, you had been working late in the great hall cleaning up after earlier festivities. When you finished you headed for the servant’s quarters but for some reason you had made a wrong turn. And you were much closer to the room that no one ever went into. The one that always remained locked.
When you realized where you were you started to turn back but something alluring with a hint of danger hit your heat-enhanced nose and you were compelled to follow.
You got closer and closer to the door. What was that amazing smell? It was so strong now… and starting to cause you to make a wet spot from the arousal it was generating in you.
Suddenly you heard a muffled scream of pain through the thick door. You ran over to it and found that it was locked from the outside and through the glass panel you saw Lord Dran naked on the ground writhing in pain.
You immediately unlocked the heavy metal door and made your way inside, running to him with utmost concern.
“What’s wrong my lor-”
“Y-you… don’t.. under… stand… g-get ouuOOWWWLLLLL”
His last word turned into a pained howl as his body shook. His bones and muscles rearranged themselves before your very eyes as thick fur covered his body.
The seemingly human Lord Dran was a werewolf! A cursed Beast!
To say you were terrified was a gross understatement. Your heart was beating so fast that it hurt. Quickly, you turned to flee the room so you could lock the monster in behind you. But the speed of the werewolf was far superior to your own. He grabbed your leg, long claws raking against your supple skin, causing you to flop down on your belly.
It was at that exact moment that a shocked guard rounded the corner and saw the scene, you crying on your stomach, being pulled closer by his transformed Lord.
He had been given the duty to protect the door from anyone who may get too close, but he had left his post for a few minutes to take a leak.
And now this had happened.
You looked up at him standing in the doorway and screamed for his help, but when he got over the fear that paralyzed him he stammered out a quick apology and slammed the door before sliding the heavy lock in place, quite literally sealing your fate. He just couldn’t risk Lord Dran being released to save but one lowly servant.
The guard was sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore. YOU were sure you were going to perish in a horrifying display of blood and gore.
But a violent blow never came. Instead the beast flipped you over on your back and sniffed curiously at your crotch, nuzzling his nose into it. You desperately kicked away his face, but his angry growl was enough to make you stop.
The werewolf had determined that you were his mate, and while you didn’t know it yet he would never harm his partner. But… he also wouldn’t be denied his right to stuff them with his knot.
With extreme care not to harm your fragile skin, he carefully used his razor sharp claws to remove your clothing from your quivering form. You didn’t immediately understand exactly what his intentions with you were but it became clear what he wanted when he loomed over you and saw his large red cock erect and swinging beneath him. He pinned you down easily.
You shuddered as his cold nose nuzzled into your sensitive neck, taking in your sweet scent.
As his dick got closer to your entrance you renewed your struggle, forgetting the strength of the creature that was holding you down and the perceived danger he represented.
“No! No please! I-i don-”
This time he didn’t respond with a growl, instead opting to lick your neck to try and calm you down. He wasn’t going to hurt his little mate~ He just wanted to fuck you and take care of that heat cycle he could smell so clearly. He was helping you!
Encouraged by the whimpers his tongue on your neck brought out of you he started biting. Not hard enough to break skin, but they would still leave lovely little claiming marks.
The combination of stimulation from the bites, your heat, and his scent finally caused you to spread your legs for him, you barely registered what you were allowing as his cock plunged into your drooling pussy with an audible squelching noise.
With your tight wet warmth enveloping him his knot began swelling inside of you, making your toes curl and twitch as it kissed the walls of your cunt with every powerful thrust of your Lord.
Some part of your brain was still telling you to scream for help and cry and try to struggle, but it felt so nice to finally have a heat taken care of.
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, grinding your pussy into his dick, as he continued biting you wherever he could leave a nice claiming mark.
The two of you went at it nearly all night, bringing one another to orgasm many times over.
At some point, very late into the night, you passed out from exhaustion with the lycanthrope holding you close, nutting in you a couple more times before finally falling asleep himself. With his knot still tying the two of you together as he caressed you.
When Lord Dran woke up he was his normal human self, holding you in his arms.
He freaked out about the situation, but as soon as the guard informed him what had happened and he had a moment to reflect he knew what he had to do.
Regardless of your social status he would have to keep you very close at all times to ensure that you never speak of his “condition” to a single soul.
When you finally woke up you were confused and sore, covered in bite marks and a few scratches. When the memory of what had transpired last night finally rushed back to you, terror gripped your heart once more.
Lord Dran was a werewolf, and he had scratched you! Would you become a cursed beast yourself?
“Oh you’re awake! We have a lot to discuss…”
The first thing he explained, as if he could read your thoughts, was that lycanthropy passed via bloodlines and complex curses. Nothing physical.
That was a relief.
The next thing he explained was that he could never let you leave his side now. You’d have to marry him and there was simply no other solution. He could not risk his secret getting out. Even if the chance of someone believing you was small.
“I am so sorry this happened to you.”
Though to be honest he was quite happy. The his to any social status was worth it to have a mate that he can be with with no danger when his time of the month came around. He was sure he would have slaughtered anyone else, but you were so special. With you there he could focus on fucking instead of violent urges, it was more than he could ever have hoped for.
Just a day ago if you had been told you would soon be in a relationship with Lord Dran you would have been elated, but now you were just terrified. You didn’t want to marry a werewolf. You had sympathy for his situation, but this is not the kind of thing you thought that you could deal with.
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ONE MONTH LATER.
It had been days since you had managed to escape the castle. With your keen animal-like senses you managed to be able to hunt and forage enough with yourself to get by. Plus you had managed to keep a bit of gold with you, just in case.
You wanted to make it to the next kingdom, but the way was long and the woods were dense. You probably had another week of travel before making it across the border. No nobles from your home country would dare cross without notice.
Night was fast approaching so you decided you would make camp until the first light of dawn. You were once again in heat so you slid a couple of your fingers into your pussy to take the edge off.
While you were masturbating you suddenly heard what sounded like branches breaking close by. You pulled your pants up and listened intently, your feline ears moving to try and locate the source of the sound.
Probably just an ani-
Your thought was interrupted by a great and blood curdling howl. And it was exceedingly close. Was it a wild wolf? Was it something… more? You didn’t stay to find out.
With your animal-like agility you wasted no time in running out into the dark. You could probably manage to outrun a wolf.
But the shadowy figure you saw pursuing you in the moonlight was no wolf.
And now that you were down wind you could smell it too.
Lord Dran.
In no time at all you were pounced upon, claws once again removing clothing and a huge erection prodding at your entrance.
Ah, his mate was already nice and warmed up for him~ How sweet!
His wolf form didn’t understand why his mate had run, but that didn’t matter now. The chase was won and he certainly would never let you have another chance at escape.
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Mc: *munches on some fishsticks*
Lucifer: *stares at Mc from across the table*
Mc: *locks eyes with him* "What?"
Lucifer: "There is a perfectly good meal in front of you."
Mc: "I'm not eating that."
Beelzebub: "I'll take his portion!"
Lucifer: *sighs*
Mc: "You act as if I don't eat fish everyday."
Satan: "You don't, we had fried devil chicken yesterday."
Mc: *looks over at Levi with a smirk on his face* "That's not the only thing I had yesterday."
Levi: *spits out his drink across the table*
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𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
Imagine── Skipping in the woods going to your grandmother's house to accompany and give her these cookies your mother made for her.
While you navigated through the woods you were met with a big wolf,, his gaze scare you causing you to jerk back and fall on your butt, your basket fell and the cookies cracked inside, its crumbs scattering on the dirt floor.
The wolf looked down at you and apologies immediately,, despite his scarred scary face he was actually kind hearted!
He promised to make it up to you──
Now you were on the ground with your ass up and chest pressed to the ground.
His cock pistoning in and out of you, his knot teasingly pressed against your hole causing you to shudder.
"I hope you're- h-having a good time.. fuh-fuck.. agh~ you're so tight pretty boy!"
He would let out little grunts against your ear as he whispered dirty words against your ear, calling you a good boy while he breeds your little boy pussy.
And after that, he walked you to your grandma's house without the cookie basket and with your ass and pussy leaking uncomfortably with his seed underneath your garments.
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#x male reader#bottom male reader#x sub male reader#x reader#ftm reader#x ftm reader#male x ftm reader#afab reader#x afab reader#trans reader#x masc reader
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝟯: 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲/𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲/𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴
Bottom trans male reader. Reader’s lower part is called interchangeable: cunt, pussy, clit, folds, heat, hole. No mention of anything feminine. Reader has had top surgery. Don’t read if this can cause dysphoria for you (to trans masc <3 I have other stories!)
“You really suck at this game, huh?”
Your friend, Levi is smirking at you. His lilac dyed hair messy from taking off his headphones as his eyes stared right at you. You roll your eyes and toss the controller onto the coffee table in front of you, ignoring the strained hiss that leaves Levi at the action.
“Yeah, yeah. What do you want this time?”
“You know what I want!” He grinned. “Food, as always.”
You frown. But this wasn’t your usual frown of being forced to pay… it was more of: “uh, how do I tell him that I really can’t afford being one week of food for him?”
Levi seems to notice your internal tension as his grin slips. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I… can’t really pay for that, I’m sorry. I just got left off on my job.”
“Oh,” Levi shrugged. “It happens. You can pay me in another way, if you really can’t afford it.”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Anything but paying for something.”
“Great, be my maid.”
“Su—excuse me?” You blink, looking at Levi for any type of look of mischief in his eyes. But he only chuckles and grins.
“You said ‘anything’. A maid is anything,” he said casually, turning off the gaming system as you could only blink in slight horror.
“But—”
He pressed a finger on your lips. “Don’t worry, it’ll be pleasurable for you too. You can just stay at my place for the week.”
At first, you really didn’t know what he could’ve meant by that. But the next day after you woke up, you soon found out what could possibly be pleasurable about being a maid.
You were making breakfast for Levi. Simple enough—you expected that. As you began to fry the eggs, you felt a hand sneak up your shirt, resting comfortably on your hips.
“Uh—”
“—pay attention to the eggs.”
You quickly turn back to facing the stove, staring at the eggs. Levi’s hand trailed across your skin, tracing little shapes on the soft curves you had before reaching your chest, gently grasping it.
“Safe word?”
“Oh—uh! I…” you glanced down at the eggs once more. “Eggs..?”
Levi’s stifled laughter was heard before he hummed, moving his hand downwards. You didn’t think that Levi would have ever viewed you in this light, somewhat sexual. But you didn’t want him to stop.
You haven’t had sex in months and after being laid off from a job, you wanted some type of stress relief.
The tension in your back began to ease as you got used to Levi’s hand against your skin. He hadn’t done anything too risky yet, simply touching all over your skin.
You grabbed the spatula and flipped the eggs. Once your focus was on all on the eggs, you felt Levi’s hand shove down your boxers and harshly grip your ass.
You gripped the countertop in shock, a meep leaving your throat at the sudden attack. Levi laughed as he began to fondle your ass. His hands were slow and calculating, gently spreading your ass apart from time to time in his ‘massage’.
“Eggs burning.”
You look down and shriek, quickly shutting the stove off as you took the pan off. The egg was only a little burnt but burnt nonetheless. With a frown, you placed the egg on the sandwich and looked back at Levi.
Levi moved his hands away from your ass and grinned. “Thanks.”
He took the plate and you thought you would’ve been left alone but he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. His hand didn’t leave your waist as he pulled you with him to living room. He plopped down on the couch and pulled you down as well, making you sit on his lap.
“Pass the remote.”
You reach over the remote and give it to him, a bit too shell-shock to really think about what was happening. How was this being a maid? You thought you were supposed to just clean and make food.
A squeak, embarrassingly, left your lips as Levi pulled you close to his chest so his chin could rest on your shoulder. He continued to eat that way, watching some random action movie you couldn’t pay attention to.
How was this even comfortable?
After his breakfast, he placed his plate on the coffee table and patted your legs.
“Go eat. I’ll come to you when I need you again.”
Once you left his lap, he left. Straight to his room. You felt a little embarrassed. Was… that it? Why did you think he was about to fuck you? With a pout, you went to the kitchen and decided to just eat some cereal.
Levi didn’t come bother you again until around lunch time. You were laying down on the couch, on your back as you flipped through channels, trying to figure out what to watch for the day.
He was silent, walking over to you. Levi got your legs and forcefully spread them apart, sitting between them. When you tried to get up, he laid his hand flat on your stomach, effectively holding you down.
You couldn’t help but shudder in excitement at his strength.
“Don’t mind me. Keep watching.”
You didn’t exactly want to do that but the way his eyes looked at you made you want to obey. You turned your attention back to the tv and tried to act natural as you found a channel playing old horror movies.
You actually began to get stuck into watching Dracula when you felt cool air on your lips. Looking over in slight fear, you saw Levi’s mouth right near your cunt. He grinned and pointed back at the tv, effectively telling you to watch the movie.
With a bit of resistance, you turned back to the tv, trying to calm yourself down.
It was like he was waiting for you to get sucked into the movie. It was only then that you felt his tongue on your clit. His… way to long of a tongue, gently caressed your clit. One of his hand was still pressing down your stomach while the other grazed your clit occasionally.
You bit your lip, trying to just focus on the movie. Your legs twitched as Levi slowly began to move downward, pressing soft kisses on your wet folds.
He pressed his hand down harder on your stomach as he leaned in and began to lick between your folds. You whimpered, finding it harder to give too fuck about vampires anymore.
Levi was slow, wanting you to get used to his tongue on your heat before he began to suck. His free hand reached over and was now continually flicking and caressing your clit. Your body began to flinch and thrust upwards, the pleasure taking over your movement.
But his one hand held you down.
Fuck, just how strong was he?
You embarrassingly felt close. His tongue was somehow reaching inside your walls while his hand skillfully touched your clit. How did he even know how to eat pussy? He told you he never slept with someone with a vagina!
He pulled away just as you were about to cum, causing you to whimper. Levi’s lower face was covered in your slick which brought a look of embarrassment on your own face.
“Thanks for lunch, (Name). It was… sweet.” His hand slipped down and gently rubbed your folds.
“Don’t…” you whimpered in embarrassment, reaching up to cover your face.
Levi simply laughed and patted your stomach before leaving. You whimpered, hating that he was leaving before you could ever cum.. what type of kink was this?!
You reached down to finish yourself off before stopping when you heard Levi yell.
“I hope you aren’t touching yourself!”
With a grunt, you pull away and stare at the tv.
For the rest of the day, Levi would always randomly come between your legs, grip them tightly and force them apart and just eat you out.
On the couch, in the bathroom, the kitchen.
Even when you tried folding his laundry. He forced your legs open and lapped at your cunt, slipping in a few fingers a bit to stretch you out.
And every time, he wouldn’t let you cum. Even if you begged, he would simply smirk and walk away.
It was after dinner that you had enough. He was treating you like a rag doll, forcing your legs open and getting his fill before leaving you.
You stormed over to his bedroom and forced the door open, seeing Levi sitting down on his bed with just a towel. He looked up at you in confusion, his head tilted.
You almost forgot why you even came in here. His lilac dyed hair was wet. His whole body was wet. You didn’t even know he had muscles.. those damn baggy clothes hid them too well for your liking.
“Need something?”
“To cum.”
Levi laughed. “Why’re you asking?”
“Because you keep eating me out and then not letting me cum, asshole!” You yelled, storming over to where he sat on the bed.
“I know. I did that for a reason.”
“Which is?”
“It’s fun seeing you squirm.”
You yelp in shock as he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed, moving to where he was on top of you. He leaned down, his breath right near your ear.
“I wanted to make sure you only cummed on my cock.”
Levi leaned back and slipped off his towel, his cock now free. “I think you deserve it now after being so good.”
You quickly move up a bit on the bed, taking off your shirt and boxers. Levi gripped your waist and pushed back down onto the bed.
“How do you want it?”
It seems this was the first time he actually wanted you to ask for something.
“I.. wanna see your face.” You muttered, hating how most of the times he ate you out, you were always forced to pay attention to something else.
Levi hummed and simply smirked. “Then don’t look away.”
He sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You blushed as you watched him lap down a bit and look up at you with a grin. His eyebrows quirked up as he waited for you to continue.
You flushed in embarrassment, not used to having take control at the moment. With shaky legs, you gripped his cock and pressed it against your wet cunt. Your hole easily took Levi’s cock as you slid down.
Your body shivered once he was fully inside, your hands sprawled on his chest. “Y…you’re so big, damn it..”
“You can handle it~ you’re already taking me well.”
You blush but felt encouraged enough to begin to ride Levi’s cock. From the built up tension, you were already about to cum. Your heat tightened around his cock as you began to unabashedly moan and cry.
Levi simply watched, his eyes at the sight of your connection to him. Your dripping heat that eagerly took his cock.
“N…ngh… I.. I’m go—” you cried out, your pussy clamping down on your cock as your began to cum. You even squirted a bit, right into his abs.
Levi’s cock was still hard inside of you as he reached over and began to lightly rub your clit, earning a whine of overstimulation from you.
“I don’t know why I didn’t ask you to be my damn maid instead of fucking food all those other times… fuck, (Name), you’re such a good boy, huh?”
You eagerly nod, looking down at him with teary eyes. Your body was covered in sweat as your hair was messy. You hole still clenched around his cock, even after cumming. It was missing something.
“This,” he rubbed your clit, “is mines forever, hm? You’ll be a good boy and be mines to use whenever I please?”
You nod. “Y…yes..”
“You like that, huh? Being my good boy.”
“Yes…”
You didn’t know you could sound so whiny.
“Then…” his hands harshly gripped your waist. A cruel smirk on his lips. “You need to be a good boy and let me use this cunt of yours.”
He thrusted. His thrusted were harsh and crazed. Levi was obviously chasing his release and he was using you as if you were fleshlight. You moaned unapologetically, though it could’ve sounded like cries.
Suddenly, you were on your back and his hips were driving roughly into yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and reached up to grip his neck as you arched your back in pleasure.
Levi reached up and gripped your neck, though not to choke you. He simply held it as some sort of purchase as he stared right down at you. His face strained heavily as he kept up his fast pace.
You couldn’t help but wail, feeling embarrassed that your friend was seeing you in such a way.
“Don’t hide from me.”
He moved his hand up to grip your chin and turn you back to face him as he leaned down and captured your lips into a kiss.
The kiss felt… awfully soft in comparison to his harsh thrusts. Speaking of which, he slammed into your heat and held in close as his cock began to cum deep inside of you.
You felt yourself cum too, clamping down on his cock as you felt yourself shake in pleasure. Your moans swallowed by Levi’s lips on yours.
After a minute or so, he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, smirking at your fucked out face.
You could only whimper, feeling the cum inside of your heat.
“Hope you can handle this for six days straight.”
Levi teased. But all you could think was that six days certainly weren’t enough.
After those six days… you were certainly going to purposefully lose those bets again to get dicked down by your friend.
Maybe it was a blessing you already sucked at video games.
Hope this one was hot enough. It came out way longer than expected. It’s my first time really describing being eaten out so hopefully it worked out well lolol!
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