Necromancer + Outlaw
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Mate. | Derek Hale
"Derek..." I laughed not hesitating to run up to him, I launched myself into his arms, and we stood there holding each other, my feet barely touching the ground. His face nuzzled into my neck taking in my scent and I was pressed into his shoulder so tight I couldn't smell anything but him, we were so focused on one another that we didn't care what was happening around us and when we did pull back, I grabbed his face looking at the new parts I didn't recognize and the old ones that always stayed the same. {WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC/MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING SKIP THE CHAPTERS WITH WARNINGS, MAY CONTAIN - SEX - ABUSE - ASSASSINATION - TORTURE - TRAUMA - MURDER - SEXUAL CONTENT - AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT OF SORTS.} Created: June 2018 Edited: January 2024Complete![𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 [𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/389852841-256-k547356.jpg)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 [𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞]
√ 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭. 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞]
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‼️WARNING‼️ This does contain inappropriate language, content, and much more. This is meant to be 18+!! So, if you're not 18 or more and still read this anyways, you brought this on yourself!!
Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)
You're just an intern, one underpaid and overworked as any other. But you're also going to get into that mans fabulously crafted pants if it is the last thing you do. TW: Violence, graphic sexual content, injury during sex Also posted on AO3Complete
"Derek..." I laughed not hesitating to run up to him, I launched myself into his arms, and we stood there holding each other, my feet barely touching the ground. His face nuzzled into my neck taking in my scent and I was pressed into his shoulder so tight I couldn't smell anything but him, we were so focused on one another that we didn't care what was happening around us and when we did pull back, I grabbed his face looking at the new parts I didn't recognize and the old ones that always stayed the same. {WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC/MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING SKIP THE CHAPTERS WITH WARNINGS, MAY CONTAIN - SEX - ABUSE - ASSASSINATION - TORTURE - TRAUMA - MURDER - SEXUAL CONTENT - AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT OF SORTS.} Created: June 2018 Edited: January 2024
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