#HE GROWLS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NETFLIX
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Me: okay, maybe after watching the movie and processing it, I can finally calm-down about this christmas-hating old man-
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#.... dammit.#he literally went 'rawr'#he's so growly#like a chihuahua#a very very tall and angy chihuahua#one that despises those christmas-sweater outfits#this man is a dog-person thru and thru#why the fuck did netflix make him exist#i'm not complaining but WHY#scrooge#scrooge 2022#ebenezer scrooge#scrooge: a christmas carol#scrooge netflix#gif#shitpost#HE GROWLS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NETFLIX#i'm so mad about this and also can't stop cackling#it's frustratingly hilarious#netflix
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The Valentine's Dom {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13.9k
Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, use of safe words, bondage, gagging, oral (male and female receiving), flogging, pussy slapping, derogatory language, semi-public sex, mentions of anal, sex toys
Comments: Professor Tovar hates anything modern, especially technology. Making you insult him at every turn when he scoffs at your modern methods to teach. Archaic and stuck in his ways, you are surprised to find a different side to he medieval professor at the Valentine's dance your college throws every year.
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"Jesus Christ, Tovar. Get some coffee, will ya?" William shakes his head at his colleague/friend.
Pero grumbles, pouring out the sludge that the university calls 'coffee'. He huffs and looks down at the pink cup in his hand. His own had gone missing, maybe buried under a pile of papers he has to grade, and he just grabbed the first one his fingers touched, not knowing it's yours. You are a professor of Mythology. In the history department alongside Pero and William who both teach East Asian and European histories respectively. Pero always had an interest in Eastern Asia, visiting China many times during his college years to learn more about the culture and the history. After serving in the Spanish military, he spent years researching and writing papers on his findings in Asia, earning him respect and admiration from the historical community, until he eventually found his place teaching in NYU.
"Your accent grates on me this early in the morning." Tovar retorts back to William, leaning against the counter in the break room.
“Everything grates on you this early in the morning.” William teases, smirking at the dark glare that Tovar throws him. “I don’t know how you were in the military and didn’t get in trouble for your horrible morning attitude. Or just your attitude.” Tovar has a very prevalent reputation of being a grouch. So much so that he was routinely bet against as the first professor to drop a kid from his class. The stern man not tolerating a lot of the bullshit some college students believe they can get away with. “Have you looked over the new grading system?” Will asks, changing the subject and hopefully not earning another growled threat of bodily harm.
“Don’t fucking mention that bullshit. Why does everything have to go through a computer nowadays? What happened to good old pen and paper? We teach history. They didn’t have this - this technology in their day and yet we are subjected to it because it’s standard practice. It’s ridiculous.” Tovar growls, taking another sip of the coffee before he pulls the mug away and scowls at it, “who does this mug belong to?” He asks, not recognizing the cute little green alien character on it. “What is a Grogu?” He asks William.
What is a Grogu? You snort when you walk into the breakroom, giving the Spaniard a withering glare. “He’s a cute little baby from The Mandalorian.” You tell him, annoyed that he’s stolen your coffee mug. Tovar just stares at you and you try again. “That show on Disney Plus? It’s everywhere? The Star Wars show?”
“I have heard of Star Wars but Disney Plus? What is that?” He asks, mystified.
You chuckle, “it’s a streaming service. Like Netflix.”
Pero shakes his head, “I don’t like streaming services. Too complicated. Too many subscriptions and then you can never find anything to watch. I have cable. Just cable. You press the channel button, the volume button and on and off. It’s simple. None of this streaming bullshit.” He says, displaying his disdain for technology once again.
William chuckles, used to his friends rants about technology and there was just no use for all of it . “Yeah but you still have the internet, don’t you?” He teases, making the other man scowl at him viciously. Aware of why he was ribbing him and unwilling to talk about that around you.
“Shut up amigo, before you wear my coffee.” He growls, making you shake your head.
“Jesus, Tovar. You are such a dinosaur.” You huff. “I think you would rather live in the times you teach about.”
"What's so wrong about that? They survived or they died. There was no coddling like they do now, these kids are soft. They whine if their internet goes out. No gumption. The internet has made people soft and I use it only when I absolutely must. Those times...they were survival of the fittest."
William snorts, "until you die of syphilis...oh wait...you'd actually have to get laid to get that." William jokes and Tovar narrows his eyes at him.
“Shut up, pendejo."
You press your lips together, smirking at William’s barb. “Perhaps if you weren’t such a grumpy ass, maybe one of your students would want to sleep with you?” You offer, grinning at him. “You know, for extra credit?” You’ve heard the comments about the hot but scary professor. Tovar scowls at you like you suggested running through the dean’s office naked. “Or not.” You shrug. “Can I have my coffee mug back?”
Pero huffs, downing the rest of his coffee, “let me wash it out for you first, hermosa.” He says and takes the mug over to the sink, grabbing the dish soap to wash the rim of the mug and the inside, making sure it’s pristine and dry when he hands it back to you. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.” He says, “I have to get to class.” He murmurs, ignoring the way his stomach twists when your fingers brush his when you take the coffee cup back from him.
You frown slightly when he calls you beautiful. “You’re welcome.” You offer after he’s already turned back around to move away. Tovar is barely ever civil, having called your class ‘meaningless drivel’ several times. Instead of asking if he’s feeling okay, you simply move over to the coffee pot. “Ready for the new semester?” You ask, more William than Pero because you know he won’t answer you anyway.
William nods, "yeah. Too many fucking drop outs to file. Guess no one likes European history?" He snorts and Pero smirks, "maybe if you stopped doing an entire semester on the potato famine, amigo."
William huffs, "the fucking British crown led to-"
"Okay, okay." You get in between them, knowing Garin will stand there all day if you let him rant about his Irish history.
"I should get in there. I want to be early. Intimidation is the best way to filter them out early." Pero says seriously, knowing that some students take his class thinking it's an easy A.
You snort. “You could always have fun with your class, Tovar.” You suggest. “It’s about teaching them things they wouldn’t get from letting their class course sit idle on their computers.” You know very well that Tovar doesn’t do online books. He’s very hands-on and has even had to provide the books for his class because they are no longer published. “You know, a power point would go a long way.”
"Absolutely not. I have the whiteboard and the textbooks. I don't need anything else. Maybe the projector at times but nothing else." He is adamant. If he uses technology, then his students will simply be on their laptops fucking around and not listening to him. "fun won't get them into their chosen career, will it? I am simply teaching them life skills."
You roll your eyes, not subscribing to that mentality at all. “That’s fine.” You huff, taking a sip of your coffee now that you’ve doctored to your liking. “Most of the kids who drop out of your class pick up mine.”
“Good for you. Taking my leftovers.” He chuckles, “I only teach the ones who want to learn. I’m not here to babysit.” He scoffs and crosses his arms, “you might enjoy babysitting but that’s not for me.”
You huff, rolling your eyes at his mentality. “I enjoy teaching people about mythology, it’s not babysitting. The kids in my class are just as challenged as yours.”
“Well, you give them online tests and quizzes, señorita. Do you not suspect they are cheating?” He raises his eyebrows when you don’t respond. “Exactly. There’s no cheating in my class. It’s old school. Just how I like it.”
You roll your eyes again and sigh. “Whatever, Tovar. Go live in your cave and I’ll run my class how I see fit.” You snark, sending William a grin. “Enjoy your first day of class, gentleman.”
Pero watches you go, pleased he won this round with you. You’re always trying to mock his old fashioned ways but he won’t let you win. He knows his class is hard but it prepares his students for their future careers. “You’re gonna end up together. You know that, right?” William teases Pero who wrinkles his nose.
“She’s the last woman I’d want. She’s too…opinionated.” He lies slightly, knowing you are gorgeous and smart but you clash with him too much and he won’t be the one to give in in this feud you have going on.
You huff to yourself as you walk down the hall to your lecture hall. Why you let Pero goad you, you’ll never understand. The man reeks of superiority complexes and caveman antics. Obviously not someone you should even consider a friend, let alone speak to outside your role as a colleague. “Fuck him.” You hiss to yourself as you shake your head. He’s not going to make you change the way you run your class, just like it will be a cold day in hell when he changes his own ways.
When the students filter in for his class, Pero stands tall and grabs the chalk, starting to write down the notes for today's lesson. He knows that a lot of his students think he’s old fashioned, even down to his loafers and blazers but he doesn’t care. He likes things a certain way and that won’t change.
Your first day goes exceedingly well. Every class, you have the students fill out a little questionnaire online about them. It’s just highlights that might be helpful if they need some additional help with your course load. The syllabus is acknowledged by all students and you’ve directed them to the site where all your lectures are uploaded so no one had to spend time copying down notes instead of engaging. You want them to think, to question. Humming happily, you watch the last class of the day file out of your room.
****
A month into the semester and Tovar is already exhausted. His hand aches from writing for hours every day on the whiteboard and then grading. He’s burning the candle as he sits there after hours, grading his latest test. His glasses are perched on his nose and he rubs his cheek while he takes a break. “Mierda.” He grunts, standing up and deciding to get a coffee from the break room.
Office hours have run over, making it a long day for you. It’s the longest of the week, but everything is going well, several of your students coming to you to make sure they were on track. Sighing to yourself, you carry your coffee mug to the break room to wash out for tomorrow. You frown when you hear someone moving around, most of the staff having gone home for the night. “Tovar? What are you doing here?” You ask, walking in to find the Spaniard fighting with the coffee machine.
“Busy grading papers. Trying to figure out that new damn system they have forced us into. They won't accept my handwritten grades anymore. Told me I have to join the 21st century.” He scoffs, knowing that he might be antiquated but at least he isn’t stuck in his phone all day, looking at mindless shit. “Why are you here so late?” He asks, turning back to the coffee machine and failing to handle it. “Pendejo.” He growls at the machine, knowing he’s missing a step with the new machine. Why can’t they stick to the pot of coffee that goes stale after a few hours? Now it’s a Keurig with pods and he’s confused.
You snicker and decide to show him some pity. “Let me.” You nudge him out of the way and open the top of the coffee maker to pop a pod on. “Look, it's easy.” His coffee mug on the tray, you close the lid and press a button to start his coffee. “My office hours ran over late tonight.” You admit as you turn back towards him with a smug grin on your face, proud that you could work the coffee maker for him. “Was just coming to clean my coffee cup and go home.”
“I’ll walk you to your car.” He insists, knowing it’s dark outside and no one is really around. He might not agree with your teaching methods but he wants you to be safe.
“Oh, you don’t -” You shake your head but he cuts you off.
“I do.” He grabs his coffee, “go get your things and I’ll put my coffee on my desk. I’ll meet you at the door. It’s freezing out there so you’d better not have parked too far away.” He half jokes with you, walking off before you can argue to get his coat and set his coffee down.
Huffing to yourself about his completely gruff, yet sweet gesture, you quickly clean your coffee mug and go back to your office to grab your coat and bag. Halfway expecting him not to be in the hallway when you come out and lock your door.
Tovar pulls his coat closer around his form, readying himself for the bitter cold. Keys in hand, he opens the door for you and lets you guide him to your car.
“It’s close.” You promise and he grunts when you walk him clear across the parking lot.
“You and I have a different interpretation of close, hermosa.” He snorts, breath visible in the cold.
“And no one asked you to walk me out.” You retort, irritated that he could manage to make a sweet gesture seem like a chore. Your car keys are out and you click the key to open the doors, the car already turned on and warming up for the past five minutes. Although you still wonder why he calls you hermosa. “Why do you call me that?” You ask, looking over at him as he rounds his shoulders for warmth. “Hermosa. You didn’t last year.”
Pero narrows his eyes, trying to remember if he called you that or not. “I, uh, you know what it means?” He asks, trying to keep his face as impassive as possible.
“Yes. It means beautiful.” You respond coolly and Pero wants to curse himself but he remains calm.
“Well, would you rather me call you fea?” He retorts, a little harshly. Why couldn’t you accept the compliment and let it go? You’re always pushing him.
You stiffen, any chance of civil conversation lost. As if you had one with Tovar. “Sure.” You snarl, snatching your door open and shoving your bag into the passenger seat. “Have a good night, cabrón.” You climb into the car and slam the door, the idea of offering to drive him back across the parking lot vanishing under the fact the man is as bristly as a pissed off porcupine.
Pero sighs, knowing you’re pissed at him but it’s better this way. He’s damaged goods and there’s no way you’d like what he’s capable of, what he likes. He knows you’re a strong, independent woman. You would not be able to handle his…peculiarities. He shivers, making his way back across the parking lot to go back in and finish his grading. His coffee is cold and he curses it but he can’t go back and get another one. He didn’t pay attention when you showed him how to use the machine. He was too busy watching you.
Even though you spent far too much time irritated than you should have the night before, you come into work ready to just ignore the temperamental Spaniard. Tired of dealing with his surliness, you vow to just not speak to him unless you have to during staff meetings. “Morning.” You murmur to William, purposefully not looking at where Pero is pouring over his grade book.
Tovar knows you’re annoyed with him. He even had Garin show him how to use the damn coffee machine so he didn’t have to ask you again. You would’ve made fun of him and his jaw would’ve ticked. You are cocky sometimes, smart as a whip but your occasional arrogance grates on him. “Morning.” William greets you, glancing between you and his friend. “You ready for the upcoming Valentine's dance?” William asks you, knowing you tend to be on the committee for the sweetheart dance that occurs every year. It can get rowdy so all staff are asked to attend.
You huff playfully, rolling your eyes as you set up your own coffee cup. “Oh absolutely, what’s not to love? Watching horny college kids grind on each other and get shit house drunk. Or having them hit on me in horrible fashion.” You shake your head. “One kid last year told me that I needed to spank him and he’d let me dominate him.” That one had made you giggle. “Someone has mommy issues and I will not be the one to exercise them for him.”
William guffaws and Pero snorts in amusement at you dominating anyone. You might be arrogant but when it comes to it, he knows you’re all talk. “Well, the good news is that Tovar here is chaperoning too.” William announces and you and Pero both say “what?”
William smirks, “didn’t I tell you I put your name on the list?”
Pero growls at the mischievous look on his friend’s face. “Pendejo.” He growls out his warning.
Your jaw rocks slightly as you fix your coffee with sugar and creamer. “Too bad you are not chaperoning, William.” You murmur, taking a sip and sighing at the perfect taste. “I’m sure the girls would rather moon over you than be glared at like being young is a crime.” You cut your eyes over to Tovar but you don’t say anything to him. “I would have shared my liquor with you.”
Pero rolls his eyes, focusing back on his grades, “it’s not smart to drink in that situation, hermosa. Especially around those stupid college boys. You know they all jerk off over you in their dorm rooms. You should be careful.” He warns you, having heard the comments and he hates the fact that he wanted to shut their mouths.
You grit your teeth, wanting to snap at him that you aren’t the idiot that he thinks you are. You never drink during the fucking party. “Thanks Daddy, I’ll keep that in mind.” You keep your voice sugary sweet before you turn on your heels and march out of the break room.
Fuck, Pero’s cock twitches and he is glad to be sitting down as you stride out of the room. His eyes focus on your ass as you storm out of the room. “She needs to be put in her place.” Pero grumbles and William grins, knowing that his friend doesn’t mean that in the way it sounds.
“Sure thing, man. You need to just tell her what you want.” William says, grabbing his coffee and making his way to his office. Pero rolls his eyes at his friend, knowing he’s messing with him. He should go and take his name off of the chaperone list but he won’t. He knows he needs to go and look out for you.
All week you’ve been giving Tovar the silent treatment, not that the man cared or even noticed. He was too busy being flustered by the new grading system that they put in place. Which you secretly snickered about since you’ve had no problem putting it in use, finding the system easy to use. Now though, you can’t avoid him. The dance is about to start and you look around at all the students starting to pour into the space. Your own dress is a little flirty, a red wrap number that made you feel slightly better about being single for yet another year. The black lingerie underneath was for yourself since you had no one to show it to. Tovar walks up to you and you can’t resist holding out your insulated cup to him. “Vodka?” You offer, knowing damn well that it’s water.
Pero knows you better than that. You look like a heartbreaker in that red dress and he knows half the boys in this room will be jerking off thinking about you later…himself included if he’s being completely honest. William is glaringly absent tonight, taking his wife on a date. “I can’t let the General down.” William joked with Pero, using the playfully nickname for his wife.
“You look beautiful.” Pero says, wanting to give you a compliment.
You blink at him for a few seconds, sure that you’ve misheard him. Pulling back the cup, you bite your lip, flustered by the compliment. “Thanks….” You murmur. “You look, uh, good too.” You offer, seeing what all the girls are talking about. His dark slacks and maroon shirt look good, fitted to his broad frame and he’s slicked his hair back. The scar over his left eye makes him seem even more dangerous now.
Pero tries to not react, just shoves his hands in his pockets while you stand there, watching the young adults grind sloppily against each other while hip hop music plays out. “They call this shit music?” Pero scoffs, turning to look at you again. “You got a date after this?” He asks, wondering if the black lace he spots under the wrap dress is for someone he doesn’t know about.
“If eating pizza on my couch while watching a shitty romcom by myself counts as a date.” You joke, before you turn the question around. “How about you? You look like you’re going out on the prowl after this. Does the grumpy, foreboding professor have a date?”
Tovar smirks, shaking his head. “Why? Would you be jealous if I did?” He teases, pleased that you don’t have a date. He rocks on his feet, trying to get with the beat but it’s nothing like the easy listening radio he has on in his car. 70s and 80s tunes to enjoy and actually hear the lyrics unlike this nonsense. The club music is what makes him feel ancient.
Rolling your eyes, you scoff playfully. “Why would I be jealous? You hate me, that’s clear.” It hurts because you’ve never actually done anything to him beyond trade barbs, but that was life. “If you have a date, maybe you can get laid and not be such a cabrón tomorrow.” One kid stumbles nearby, capturing your attention as you try to determine if the guy is already plastered, but it seems like it’s more that he’s clumsy than anything so you relax. Taking a sip of water, you watch all the kids having fun, starting to move your hip slightly to the beat.
"I never said I hated you." Pero huffs, not turning to look at you as he watches the kids grinding and getting way too close but it's college so he doesn't give a fuck. "I don't hate you." He adds, turning to look you in the eye. "I find you...complicated."
“Complicated….” You raise a brow and wonder why he thinks you’re more complicated than any other woman or person on the planet. “Sorry for being complicated.” You feel oddly judged and for some reason it hurts. Why you care what Tovar thinks of you, you don’t know. “I am just trying to navigate a world that is still severely male dominated and not be walked over professionally.”
“You are incredible at your job. You allow silly things to distract you. Like the emotions of the students. You’re there to teach, not to nurture. This isn’t kindergarten, they are old enough to manage their feelings. You are smart, strong…sexy.” Pero reveals, turning his gaze back to the crowd, “it’s frustrating to see you not reach your full potential because you hold yourself back. You could be the head of the department in a couple of years. You have the potential. You need to stop dating those fools that upset you and focus on yourself, on what’s important to you. Or find a partner who helps you get where you need to go.” He finishes his speech, knowing this is possibly the most he’s ever said to you but he means every word. You are incredible and it frustrates him how you don’t focus and reach your potential. You allow yourself to be distracted. He’s overheard you telling the women about your failed dates, how lackluster they were in and out of bed.
Your jaw drops, shocked to have heard an almost impassioned speech from the man who used grunting as a form of communication. “It’s easy for you to say ‘find a partner’.” You snort. “I’ve yet to find a man who can be dominant and yet also agree that my life shouldn’t revolve around him. That every night I shouldn’t be kneeling on the floor waiting for him with his dinner ready.” You had a need to be taken care of, to submit, but never found a man worthy of it. “And don’t tell me to try the BDSM clubs around here, all of them think it’s some 50 Shades roleplay.”
Pero’s eyes widen, eyebrows raising at the words that just came out of your mouth. You’re submissive. Something he wouldn’t have guessed considering how strong willed you are. “Yeah? You’re looking for a modern dom?” Pero leans closer so he can whisper in your ear. “Someone who treats you as an equal outside of the bedroom and someone who treats you like the needy little whore you are in the bedroom?” He knows you could slap him but he’s willing to take the chance.
His words send a shiver through your entire body, making your cunt clench deliciously as you imagine Pero growling orders at you, at just that pitch. You inhale softly, turning to look at him. Your lips are inches away from his but you can’t kiss him, he’s your co-worker. “Too bad there’s nothing modern about you, Tovar.” You whisper back. “I think you would have been good at it.”
Pero smirks, seeing the way your pupils dilate, “just because I’m not a fan of technology and the social bullshit that brings doesn’t mean I’m a man who expects a woman to run around after me. I don’t want a housewife, I want a partner. I want someone who lets me own them in the bedroom but stands beside me in the classroom. I don’t want a mouse, I want a woman who knows what she wants and understands me. Don’t judge me by my teaching methods, hermosa.”
It’s true that you have judged him by his teaching methods, sure that he is just as archaic as they are. “So don’t judge me for being tech savvy. Just because I use our new grading system and am perceived to be a strong woman doesn’t mean I don’t want to be spanked until I cry and then have my clit rubbed while being told I’m a good girl.”
Pero’s nostrils flare and he stares at you, eyes darkening as he imagines how sweet your cries would be. The mercy you’d beg for when he spanks you. The way you’d moan his name when he finally gives you what you want. “If you want that, I can provide that. All you need to do is be waiting at my office door after the party is over. If I stand here any longer, I’m going to drag you off to my classroom and fuck you on my desk and I’m sure neither of us want to jeopardise our careers for our baser instincts. I’ll be on the other side of the room. If you’re not outside my office after, I’ll understand and have no hard feelings. If you are there, I’ll take you to my house, tie you to my bed and edge you until you’re begging to cum. Then I’ll make you cum until you beg me to stop.” He promises, whispering in your ear and letting his breath wash over your cheek before he pulls back and strides across the room, discreetly adjusting his semi.
Fuck. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and your clit is throbbing as you think about what he just said to you. Imagining how good it would feel to finally have a man take control and let you submit like you need to. You hastily take a sip of your water, amazed how he looks so unaffected by what he just proposed. He looks bored, or angry. Biting your lip, you look at your watch, a few hours left for the party and you already wish they were over.
Pero stands on the other side of the room, sipping his water and he keeps an eye on the college kids who are basically dry humping at this point. He snorts and glances around until he sees a senior walk over to you, holding his hand out. Pero clenches his jaw, eager to see what your reaction is.
You hesitate before you take Brian’s hand. He’s one of your students who has finally started to socially interact, the kid had never wanted to go to any dances when he was younger. Slowly coming out of his shell in your classes, you know you can’t turn him down for a dance. “Surprised to see you aren’t here with Tara.” You murmur as the two of you move out to the dance floor.
Pero just watches for now, holding back, but he’s clenching his jaw and his fists, hating how this kid gets to hold you. He makes it about half way through the song before he’s striding across the dance floor, dodging the grinding kids until he’s tapping on the shoulder of Brian. “Can I cut in?” He asks gruffly.
Brian instantly drops your hand, eyes wide at the sight of the fiercely stern medieval studies professor. Brian had admitted that while he made it through his class, Tovar terrified him. “A-sure, p-pro-professor.” Brian stutters and you give him an encouraging smile.
“Go ask Tara to dance, you two are always talking about each other.” You confide with a wink.
Pero grunts when the kid scurries off, no doubt gathering his balls to ask the girl to dance, and he reaches for your hand to pull you closer to him. He knows people are watching but he doesn’t care, his need for you overtaking his logic. “Did you enjoy the dance with the boy, hermosa?”
“It was fun.” You end up immediately breathless over the way he pulls you close with zero hesitation. “He’s a good boy.” You bite your lip and look into Pero’s dark eyes. “Were you jealous of my dancing with him?”
Pero scoffs, “no. I wasn’t jealous. I know that kid can’t give you what you want, what you need, querida. I simply wanted to touch you.” He says with a smirk, suddenly aware of how much you want him when you shiver slightly under his grip. “You’re a needy little one, aren’t you?” Pero says as he leans in closer, not touching your lips or face since it’s still professional but he’s closer than just colleagues.
“Fuck.” You practically whimper the curse, drawn in by the sheer possessiveness in his tone. Licking your lips, you look down at his for a brief second, considering kissing him but you’re sure he wouldn’t want that. “I am.” You confess softly. “It’s been a long time since…”
Pero chuckles, “since someone treated you right and made you cum?” He guesses, “don’t worry.” He reaches up with his free hand to gently grip your chin, “you’ll be satisfied come morning with me. You won’t leave my bed until you are able to walk.”
“Please…” you beg softly, unsure of what kind of title Pero prefers when he is in control. His hand is warm and large, you had never realized how Fucking big his hands are and you want them on your body. “Whatever you want.”
“Better get your things and meet me outside then.” He smirks and lets go of your chin, interested to see how you react and what you do. He is already half hard, glad he didn’t wear tight trousers as he steps away from you when the song ends. “Meet me outside.” He demands, forcing himself to not drag you out of the damn gym now.”
You nod breathless and whine slightly when you realize that you hate his hand moving away from you. How he’s already tapped into your neediness is amazing and you are looking forward to seeing what he can do when you are alone. “Let me- let me get my purse.”
“Good girl.” He murmurs, glancing around and acting like nothing happened when he steps back to go grab his coat from the check. He is ready to show you what he has, what he can do. He wants you to be wrecked.
You’re eager as you collect your purse and your own coat, knowing that you might not know what to expect with Pero. Will he want you to drive to his house or leave your car here? The weekend is completely open and you wonder if this is just a one time thing. A Valentine’s Day fling of sorts
Pero waits patiently by the doors, ignoring the looks from passing students and he inhales sharply when he sees you coming towards him. You want him. It’s clear in the haphazard way you put on your coat. “You ready?” He asks, voice lowering as he glances at the retreating student.
“Do you want me to follow you?” You ask quietly, biting your lip as you look at the students and then back at him. You’re nervous and excited. Anticipation racing through you happily and making your skin tingle. You always thought Pero was attractive, but now that you know he’s a dom? You’re dripping.
“Yes. Follow me.” He orders, walking to the door to open it and the cold makes him shiver as he guides you out into the parking lot and to your car. His hand cups your jaw and he rubs your lower lip with his thumb. “I’ll see you at my place.” He says, gesturing to his car.
This is insane. You are following Pero to his house so he can fuck you. It’s not like you have ever been there; or even kissed the man. Still, you climb into your car and follow him as you both leave the campus and start towards an older, residential section of the college town.
Pero is eager, gripping the steering wheel tight as he makes his way to his house, watching you in the rear view mirror to make sure he doesn’t lose you. He is eager, cock hardening in his pants as he imagines you spread out on his bed, tied to his headboard. Tonight has not gone how he expected, he expected to be heading home alone but he’s so ready to make you moan his name. When he pulls into his driveway and parks in his garage, he gets out of the car to wait for you, giving you a moment.
Climbing out of your car, you have come up with a few things to talk about. First being your safe words and hard limits. This is basically his audition, you told yourself about a thousand times. It will be disappointing if he’s the same as all the others, but you will just tell him that you’re not interested in a repeat performance.
Pero guides you inside, taking your coat and purse and leaving them by the front door. “Come sit.” He orders, gesturing to his sofa after he hangs up his own coat. “You want something to drink? Water? Tea?” He offers, a little nervous but nerves always help him in this situation. He knows this is an audition for both you and him and he wants to go over his rules.
“Water would be nice, thank you.” You murmur softly, looking around his house curiously. Pero never invited anyone over, William being the only one who had been inside. It’s surprisingly clean and tidy, with the exception of a study which was obviously used to grade papers and work at home. “Thank you.” Pero hands you the drink and you take a sip of it before you look at him. “I guess we need to talk about rules and expectations?”
He nods, sitting down beside but not super close to give you space if you want to leave. He rubs his hands together, gathering his thoughts. He never speaks without thinking first. “Hermosa-” He says your name, “I am not a traditional Dom. I know that the real world is equal and I would never expect you to be my submissive in public. This is purely for our private pleasure. I don’t believe that women should be submissive in their daily lives. You’re a strong, independent woman and I don’t not wish to change it. However, in my home, in our private time, I want - if you want me - I want you to be pleasured and give pleasure. Be punished for bad behavior and accept that punishment within limits. I am a strict dom, I expect complete obedience unless we use the safe words and of course within your limits. I expect you to submit to me, submit your body to me. Take what I give.” He finishes his speech, knowing you’ll want to respond.
It sounds so perfect the way that he describes it. It’s what you want but a lot of men or dominants want total control. At least the ones you’ve found. You nod. “I use ‘Arina’ for my safe word.” You smile at the use of the Greek goddess of peace in your bedroom activities. It was quite fitting in your mind. “And I don’t like fisting, or any type of ‘waste play’.” You had one man who thought that your hard limits didn’t matter and he could do whatever he wanted. That relationship died quickly.
Pero nods, “then those are my limits too. Let me show you what I like to use and you can decline what you don’t want.” He says, standing up to take your hand and he guides you to his bedroom. He has a special drawer full of his toys and he gently lays them on the dresser. They are all sanitized and ready to go. “Tell me what you don’t want and it goes back in the drawer.” He offers, wanting you both to be on the same page.
You look over the toys, surprised that he had such a variety of things. Especially since he’s a man who hates technology. Your fingers brush over the plug and you raise a brow at him, but he just looks back at you and waits. “Everything looks good.” You admit. “But it’s been awhile since I’ve had a plug in.”
Pero is pleased that you liked all of his toys. He steps back from you, keeping his dark eyes on yours. “I’m going to prepare. Strip down and kneel on my bed, head down. You will only address me as sir from this moment on. Safe word is ‘Arina’ and you are to use it whenever you want. I will stop immediately. Do you understand?” He asks.
“Yes sir.” You reply and he hums in contentment.
“I’ll be back.” He strides out of his bedroom, heading to his study so he can strip down to his pants, shoes off and shirt off. Mentally preparing himself for treating you how you want to be treated. This isn’t romantic. It’s not loving. This is what you both need.
The tremble in your fingers as you unzip your dress has nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with anticipation. You want this, you need it with almost pathetic desperation. The mindless fuzziness that you get when you give yourself over to someone else and having your choices taken away. Peeling your dress off, you wish you had asked if you were to leave your lingerie on, but smirk to yourself as you decide to keep it on. Sliding out of your heels and kneeling on the bed wearing the black lace. It will be fun to see how he reacts.
Pero rolls his shoulders, preparing himself, and he walks to his bedroom, opening the door. Fuck, he curses internally, seeing the lace on display on your body. His hackles go up a little, wondering who you wore this for, wanting to ask you, but he likes silence. Silence builds anticipation. He grabs the knife he keeps on the side, flicking it open, and he slowly walks over to the bed. He doesn’t say a word as his hand trails along your shoulder and he grips the band between the cups of your bra, pulling it away from your body so he can cut it off with ease. Your shoulders tense but you don’t say your safe word and he drags the knife through the lace, removing it from your body.
Your teeth clench together, keeping the gasp in that you want to make. He just ruined hundreds of dollars worth of lace but it was sexy. Making your cunt clench as he cuts the panties from your body and tosses the ruined material to the floor. Your head stays down, although your breathing has picked up, shivering slightly.
Pero senses how your breath picks up, and he smirks, tossing the lace aside and he steps back so he can admire your body. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Beautiful tits. Groomed thatch of curls above your cunt. “Who did you wear this for?” He asks and you remain silent, knowing he hasn’t told you you can talk. “You can speak.” He gives you permission, folding the knife and walking over to the dresser to grab the flogger.
“Myself, sir.” You keep your head down but your voice is steady. “I wanted to feel good.” You had every intention of using your toys and masturbating but things have turned out much better. Pero tuts, and you don’t think that he believes you.
“It deserved to be seen and appreciated but you’ve been naughty. Not telling anyone about what a dirty little girl you are. So I had to do it. And you need to be punished.” He sets the flogger down on the edge of the bed and grabs you, loving fast to drape you over his lap when he sits on the edge of the bed. “Now, you’re going to count. If you stop counting, we start again. Fifteen flogs for being so fucking dirty and hiding it. Remember your safe word, hermosa, and use it if you need to. I won’t be soft.” He wants, grabbing the flogger and bringing it down on your ass cheek.
That first bite of the flogger makes you cry out, eyes watering. “One!” You gasp out, sucking in a deep breath and feeling the pain radiate.
“One what?” Pero growls and you immediately try again.
“One, sir.” You amend, hoping that is what he wants.
Pero lets your insolence go, deciding to be kind seeing as this is your first night together. He rubs the skin for a second before he brings the flogger back down.
“Two, sir.” You gasp and he smirks, loving how wrecked you are already.
“Thirteen more to go.”
It wrecks you. Hit after hit with the flogger. You can tell that while his strikes are sharp, he doesn’t increase intensity like some do, nor does he pull back. Each strike is precisely measured and your skin feels like it’s on fire. Stinging welts raise and you whimper when his hand slides over them. “E-eight, sir!” You know that you have tears sliding down your cheeks, but you don’t try to brush them away. They are for Pero’s pleasure to see after he’s done.
You struggle when he gets to twelve, he can tell by the way you yelp but you don’t give your safe word. He even gives you some extra time between flogs, rubbing the skin. “Fuck. Fif-fifteen, si-sir.” You choke out and he sets the flogger down, grabbing your chin to turn your face towards him so he can admire your tears. “That’s what you get for dancing with that kid. You’re mine. My little whore.” He slaps your sore cheeks with his free hand and you cry out. “You loved this didn’t you?” He teases, sliding his hand between your thighs to find your soaking cunt. “Oh yes. You loved it. Dripping like the slut you are. You want me to touch you?” He asks, teasingly rubbing your folds but not sliding between them.
“Please sir, please.” You sob, your cunt aching already and you want to squirm down on his fingers, force him to touch you but you know that would just delay any relief. His touch, his teasing is making you crave more. “Please touch me, sir.”
He chuckles at your sobs, knowing you seem desperate for him to touch you. His fingers trail along your inner thighs, brushing your folds but never dipping in. He finally smacks your cunt with the palm of his hand, loving how wet it is when he pulls it back. “Lay down on the bed. I don’t want you to move an inch.” He orders, grabbing your hips and sliding you off of his lap to deposit you on the bed. He stands up, reaching for the silk ties with a smirk, his cock aching in his pants but he desperately wants you to walk away from here satisfied and aching for more.
Your chest heaves when you see the silk scarves. You had imagined rope, but this is even better. Biting your lip as you try to obey him, the urge to lift your hands to the headboard nearly makes you move, but you want to be good. Desperate for him to touch you, or better yet, fuck you. You still haven’t even seen his cock but you felt his length against your stomach when he had you over his lap.
Pero works fast, securing the silk to his headboard, opening the slats on the headboard he had made himself. Wanting something custom that didn’t look like what it was used for. He smirks and shuffles to straddle you, still in his slacks. “Arms up, hermosa.” He orders, working fast to secure you to his headboard and when you’re secure, he hums in appreciation. “Do you want me to touch you?” He asks, questioning you while he straddles your thighs.
“Yes sir.” You nod your head quickly, nearly breathless as you pull against the restraints. They are secure but not so tight you are uncomfortable. “I would like you to use me, sir. However you need, whatever you want, sir.” Having a dom that doesn’t allow you to say anything wouldn’t be fun either so you had said a little more than yes or no. How he reacts will tell you how strict he is.
He likes what you say, the look in your eyes has him throbbing so he reaches down to unbutton his pants, pulling his aching cock out. “I want to see what that smart little mouth can do.” He murmurs, shuffling closer until he’s straddling your chest. “Suck.” He demands, looking down at you while he grips his cock, pulling back the foreskin to expose the leaking head.
Shit, he’s uncut. Your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock and you know there’s no way he’s not going to make you gag. He’s thick and the dribble of precum makes you stick out your tongue like the eager little whore that you are so he can fuck your mouth.
The way you stick your tongue out has him chuckling deeply and he grants you mercy, shifting closer so you can wrap your lips around him. You flick your tongue over the tip and he hisses at how hot and wet your mouth is when you wrap your lips around him, eyes wide and innocent despite you being anything but. He rocks his hips, pushing deeper until he hits the back of your throat, only half way in your mouth.
You groan around him, loving how he fills your mouth. He doesn’t push too deep but he starts rocking his hips so he moves against your tongue. The salty burst of him makes your cunt clench and you try to open your throat even more so you can let him push past your gag reflex.
“Tranquillo.” He murmurs, watching tears spring to your eyes and he wants you to be able to take him down your throat but you can’t push yourself. He gently rocks into your mouth, wanting you to take him like a whore but this sexual relationship is built on mutual trust. He can’t push you too hard, he has to accommodate what you can and can’t do.
You appreciate the fact that he’s not pushing too much too fast. It’s been a long time since you’ve tried to train yourself to deepthroat. You moan softly around him, hoping that the vibration feels good against the head of his cock.
“Mierda.” Tovar grunts, reaching up to grab the edge of the headboard to balance himself so he can push his cock a little deeper. You choke around him but he murmurs, “relax. Take my cock. Be a good girl.” His whispers make you breathe harshly through your nose and he hums in delight when you take him a couple of inches deeper. “You’re doing so well, hermosa.”
Your praise kink makes you preen, eagerly wanting to make him happy. Wanting to give him exactly what he wants. For long minutes, he continues to pump his cock into your mouth at the same methodical attention to detail that he had flogged you, making sure he doesn’t overwhelm you. You appreciate it since your hands aren’t free to signal him or push him away.
He is close to cumming but he doesn’t want to cum down your throat, not tonight. He pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva keeping you connected until it breaks. “Did so good. You want me to touch you?” He asks, shifting off of you to kneel between your thighs, pushing them apart and back so he can get a good look at your cunt. It’s dripping, a wet spot on the sheets below that makes his cock twitch. “Answer me.” He demands, slapping your thigh.
Your cry is sharp but you immediately nod. “Yes sir.” You gasp out. “Please touch me, sir. I need it.” Your thighs press together slightly, needing some friction but Pero’s body is keeping you from moving too much. “Please touch me, sir.” You beg, not caring that you sound pathetic.
“Since you asked so nicely…” Pero trails off, shifting to kneel between your legs. He pushes them back until your knees are in your chest, pressing them back enough for him to access your cunt and he spits on it, loving the way his saliva slides through your folds. With a hum, he leans in and pushes his tongue deep, loving the tangy taste of you as he widens his jaw to get as much of you as possible into his mouth.
You cry out his name, tugging on your restraints and you regret having him tie you to the bed for the first time. His hair was made for pulling and you want to feel the strands wrapped around your fingers. “Fuck!” You shudder as he flicks his tongue over your throbbing clit. “P-sir!” You almost said his name, but catch yourself while trying to twist yourself so you can see him.
He catches your mistake but he lets it slide. Tonight is an audition, if you want to see him again, he will punish you next time you do it. He sucks your clit into his mouth, fingers digging into your thighs and shifting to slide under your ass, tilting your hips so he can slide his tongue deep inside of you. Pressing his nose against your clit, he hums into your cunt, loving how you sound, how you taste.
It’s raw in the way that he seems to have you. The rasp of his tongue seems to just have the perfect rough edge to it in order to make you want to rock your hips up. You don't, though, you are supposed to let him do what he wants. “So good, sir. So fucking good.” You whine, closing your eyes and letting your nails dig into your palms slightly to ground you.
He can tell you’re close so he pulls back, loving the whine that escapes your lips. He reacts quickly, reaching up to grip your jaw, “are you complaining?” He growls at you, wondering what you’re whining about when he’s the one in charge.
The mewl you make is pathetic and you shake your head, denying that you are complaining. “No sir.” You whisper, wanting to be good for him. It’s hard when it’s been so long since you’ve cum from anything other than your own toys or fingers. It’s harder to let go this time since it has been so long but you want to be good for him.
“Good. Open your mouth.” Pero orders and you comply. He spits into your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself from him without kissing you, and he keeps his grip tight on your jaw. “Swallow like a good girl.” He demands, watching as you follow his order. “Good.” He lets go of your jaw, sliding his hand down your body to squeeze your breast and he pinches your nipple, loving the way you gasp. “You’re so desperate to cum. I bet I could make you cum just by doing this.” He slaps your tit, chuckling at your gasp, then he pinches your nipple again.
Moaning softly, your eyes close, giving yourself over to him. Not wanting to see what he does next. Needing to just experience it. It’s obvious Pero isn’t going to let you cum anytime soon, so you arch up when he slaps your tit again. “Fuck!” You gasp, enjoying the sharp sting of it and then the tug on your nipple that follows. Every since one them shooting straight to your cunt to make you burn even hotter.
God, you’re fucking perfect. Pliable and obedient. Sexy and so fucking needy. He can tell you’re holding yourself back. He chuckles and kisses your chest until he is taking your nipple into his mouth. He has to stretch you out for his cock so he pushes two fingers into your weeping cunt while he bites down on your nipple.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” You whimper, overwhelmed by the stretch of his fingers and his teeth on your breasts. Loving how your walls immediately clench down on h and tries to suck them in deeper. “Yes, so good. Fuck so good.” You pant breathlessly.
He presses his thumb to your clit, pushing a third finger inside of you to stretch you. He pumps them, curling them until you squeal his name. He smirks against your breast in victory, biting down on your other nipple after he kissed across your sternum. “Cum for me, cum and show me what a needy little slut you are. Want you to soak my fingers.” He orders, shifting so he can look at you, thumb rubbing your clit.
Your body immediately responds to the gruff order, stiffening as your cunt locks down around his fingers with a cry of sublime pleasure. The hot squelch of your cum gushes around his fingers as he pumps them into your spasming hole.
Pero works you through it then when you slump against the mattress, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to your mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how delicious you are.” He orders, pushing his fingers into your mouth before you can decline.
You moan around his fingers, licking them clean over everything. Keeping your tongue twirling around the digits until he is pulling them free from your mouth. “Thank you, sir.” You murmur softly, looking up at him through hazy, satisfied eyes.
Pero hums in contentment at the easy way you react to him, instinctually following his lead. He doesn't have to explain everything, you just know. He shuffles off of the bed, cock still hard, and he walks over to the nightstand to grab a condom. He pushes his pants down, leaving him bare, and he rips the packet to roll the rubber down his cock. Kneeling on the bed, he reaches up to untie your hands from the frame. "Hands and knees. Now."
You move a little sluggishly, the bliss from your orgasm still making your limbs heavy but you turn over. Pushing up to your hands and trying to rock your ass out towards him. Of course Pero would like to fuck you from behind, it’s probably his preferred position. One of control and power. You don’t look over your shoulder because he didn’t give you permission.
Pero caresses your ass, skin still raised from the flogger and he can’t help but slap the skin again, making you cry out. He shifts, reaching down to grip his cock and he pushes into you in one thrust, knowing he’s worked you open enough. Leaning over you, he kisses along your shoulder before he bites down, loving how you whimper.
“Ohhhh fuck,” your head drops between your shoulder blades, gasping as he stretches you out. “You’re so big, sir.” You moan, your walls contracting around him as he holds still inside you.
“Mierda.” He grunts, knowing he could easily blow his load here and now but he won’t. He wants to savor this. You are perfect around him. “You’re so tight, hermosa. Fuck, so good for me. Taking all of it.” He grunts, pushing deeper inside of you as you open up for him, stretching around him and he looks down at your pussy lips. “Fuck.” He hisses.
You want to say his name, but you don’t. Your fingers twist in the sheets under you as you barely resist rocking back. “So good, sir. You feel so big inside me.” You moan, eyes closing at the way he throbs in your cunt. “Please, please move, sir.” You beg Pero, needing him to fuck you stupid. You want to ache like he promised you that you would.
Pero grabs your hips, fingers digging in, and he starts to fuck you. Hard. He gives no mercy, hammering into you and he nudges your knee with his, spreading you open even more. When you whine and reach back towards him, he grabs your wrists, bringing them together in his hand to both keep you still and control you. “You like this?” He asks and you don’t answer him. “Fucking answer me. You like this?” He repeats with a growl.
“Y-y-yes s-sir!” You squeal, unable to stay upright and falling onto your face as he continues to pound into you. All you can do is take and moan, making your noises muffled slightly by the covers but you love it. You will feel him tomorrow, and probably the day after that. He feels like he’s in your guts and you wish you could see what he looks like as he thrusts into you.
His jaw is clenched, sweat glistening on his forehead as he thrusts into you. He’s not gentle, you don’t want him to be. His free hand squeezes your tits, pinching your nipple and he looks down at you taking his cock again to see your puckered hole clenching. “Fuck.” He groans, leaning down to let his spit drip onto it, pressing his thumb against the skin.
You choke out a sound of surprise but you don’t clench up. Knowing that he is in charge. Instead, you let out a filthy moan as he presses a little harder and rubs, not enough to breach you, but you are panting. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“I’ll fuck you here another time.” He promises, rubbing the skin while his cock pushes deeper, his grip still tight on your wrists as he controls your body. He shifts his thumb to your clit, wanting you to cum, and his wrist turns over once he slides it down your torso so he can rub your bundle of nerves.
You almost choke out that there might not be another time, but you know you are lying to yourself. This is too good and you will put up with his archaic antics if it means that he fucks you like this when you need. Moaning in agreement, you feel your body start to tense up again, getting really to cum. “Sir-“
“Beg for it.” He can tell your close and he wants to hear your sweet cries, your pleas for mercy. Beg me to cum.” He says with each thrust inside of you, his fingers on your clit are unrelenting.
“Please, please, I need to cum.” You sob, his demand unleashing the torrent of babbling. “You’re too good, it’s- it’s too good, I want to cum.” You gasp out, hands flexing as he holds your writers. “Please sir, please please please let me cum, please.”
Usually, he’d pull out and make you writhe but tonight, he wants you to want him, to want to be in his bed again. He’s tortured you enough so he presses his thumb harder against your clit. “Cum for me. Cum for me, hermosa. Cum for me now.” He demands and you cry out, clamping down on his cock. He loves it and within a dozen thrusts, he’s pushing deep and spilling into the condom, your name on his lips as he bends over your body, trapping your hands between you.
You go boneless beneath him, moaning softly as your body relaxes and you try to catch your breath. Even though your entire body is relaxed, now your mind is starting to spin. Wondering if he was pleased and if he wanted you in his bed again. Wondering how this would play out at work, if he had been serious about being able to keep it separate. “It was good.” You mumble quietly.
Pero hums, kissing your shoulder, and he reaches down to grab the base of the condom, slowly pulling out of you. He’s quick to tie it off and toss it in the trash can he keeps in the corner, grabbing his boxers to pull them on, and he walks over to the bed. “It was excellent.” He tells you, “I’m gonna get you some toast and some water and you’re gonna lay here as long as you need to, if you wanna nap, you can nap. I have papers to finish grading.” He tells you, grabbing the cream he keeps in the drawer to rub onto your ass and he grabs the wet wipes to clean you up. “Are your wrists sore?” He asks, pulling the silks out of the slates so he can put them away. You shake your head and he adjusts you to lay you down on his pillows, covering you with the blanket. “I’ll be back.” He promises, walking out of the bedroom and j to the kitchen.
Laying in bed, you wonder if you should go. He is taking care of you, but he has every intention of leaving you here and going to work on his papers. It’s not exactly the aftercare you had been expecting but this isn’t like you are in a relationship. Sliding to the edge of the bed, you realize that you don’t have any underwear or a bra since he cut them off of you. Huffing to yourself, you stand, wincing at the flare of pain and shuffle to the bathroom so you can pee.
Pero knows he should pull you close and wrap around you, tell you how good you were, but he can’t do that again. Last time he let his heart get involved, it got stomped on and he doesn’t have time to nurse wounded feelings. He’s too busy with his work and writing his dissertation. He works in making you toast and turns just as you walk into his kitchen, wincing a little. “You, uh, wanna eat before you leave?” He asks softly, setting the plate down on the table.
“Thanks.” You don’t sit down, your ass still too tender for the hard wooden chair right now. Instead, you give him a smile and pick up the toast to eat it quickly. The sooner you can leave, the better for him apparently. Your dress covers you until you get home, so that’s all that matters and you can shower and decompress on your couch after. “I’ll be quick.”
Pero nods, “take your time. I, uh, I would like to do this again if you want to.” He says, a little nervous that you won’t want him again. Maybe he wasn’t rough enough or maybe he was too rough. He’s anxious and his Dom nature slips aside to reveal the insecure side of him ever since his ex had claimed he wasn’t enough.
“I would.” You admit quietly. “I just don’t want to bother you. So let me know.” He seems hesitant and you wonder if he’s just being polite. “If not, no hard feelings, okay?” It would probably be humiliating, because he knows what type of things you like. He’s been inside you. You swallow another bite of the toast, reaching for the water to take a sip. He’s not said anything and you don’t want to look at him in case he’s unhappy with you.
“No hard feelings? Did you - did you not enjoy yourself?” He frowns, leaning against the counter and wondering if he’s done something wrong. This is no longer Dom/sub stuff. This is between you and Pero. “I’d love to see you again but…if I was too much…I understand.” He says, a little briskly, feeling like he did satisfy you.
You shake your head, taking another bite of your toast. “It wasn’t too much.” You murmur softly. “It was perfect. It just seems like I didn’t please you.” You finally look up at him. “Since it- you know, I don’t know.” You blow out a sigh. “You just seem eager to get me out of your house. I know this is just- physical, but I just thought….” You shake your head again. “No, you’re right. I should go. It’s better to just keep it strictly, um, dom/sub dynamic outside of work.”
Pero frowns, walking over to you to grip your chin. “It feels like what?” He asks, wanting to know exactly what you’re thinking. He’s confused and he wonders why you’re pushing him away. He thought you had a good time tonight. He doesn’t understand why you want to leave so suddenly. “Do you…tell me what you think, hermosa.” He demands, wanting to know what you want.
You feel almost reassured by the pressure of his fingers gripping your chin and the slightly stern edge to his tone. “I had just thought that this would be us getting to know each other better.” You admit quietly. “Beyond the bedroom. But it’s okay.” You try to nod as if you aren’t having your face cradled. “I understand. This is just how you are.”
“Oh.” Pero frowns, shifting to sit down and he lets go of your chin. “I- I didn’t know if you wanted more or just the sex. Im sorry hermosa. I- I want to know more about you, I do.” He promises, knowing you might get tired of him but he wants to take the risk.
“It’s okay.” You shrug slightly. “If you don’t, that’s okay. Like you said, I should just focus on my work and use this as a release.” He had made it clear he thinks you are too emotional.
Pero feels awkward now and he knows that if he sits there, making conversation, it won’t be authentic. With a sigh, he stands up and takes your empty plate, “did you enjoy tonight?”
“I did, thank you.” Your time is obviously up, and you wonder if he’s always been this way. Instead of asking, you turn to start walking towards your purse. “I think I will go home and soak in a bath because you did it right.” You praise him. “Have a good night Pero.”
He nods, following you towards the front door and he opens it when you get your purse. “Drive safe.” He murmurs, “call me when you get home.” He demands, reaching for your arm, “I don’t text so call me. Let me know you’re safe.”
You snort, not commenting but thinking that it’s very Pero to not text. Instead, you nod and walk out to your car. Pero doesn’t close the door, he stands in the doorway and watches as you get in your car and back out of his driveway. You don’t live terribly far away, only about ten minutes and you can’t wait to soak in that bath.
Pero shuts his door and walks into his bedroom to change the top sheet, wanting to keep everything clean and tidy. When his cell doesn’t ring, he frowns and decides to call you. “Hello?” You answer and he grunts, “you didn’t call me to tell me you got home safe.”
“Sorry.” You don’t really think it’s a big deal, you are an adult. If you had left the party and driven home, you wouldn’t have called him. “I got home and got in the bath and got caught up reading.” You are out of the bath now, dressed for bed and honestly ready to sleep. “But I’m home and I’ll see you on Monday.”
Pero isn’t happy with your answer, partly wishing you had stayed with him so he could’ve run you a bath but you’ve made it clear where you stand. “Okay. I, uh, I’ll see you Monday. Goodnight, hermosa.” He murmurs, hanging up the phone and shoving it on his desk as he runs his fingers through his hair. It’s obvious you want sex and only sex, and he doesn’t disagree with that. It’s less complicated, especially considering your roles. He tries to continue grading his papers but fails, deciding to get into bed himself.
Your weekend passes too quickly. Checking some of your lessons for the coming week only takes an hour or so, but then you are still engrossed in your book and laundry, cleaning your place, meal prepping for the week. You had halfway anticipated Pero calling you again, but your phone stayed silent. So you did what you needed to, replayed that night with your wand pressed to your clit.
When Pero comes into work on Monday morning, he struggles to figure out the coffee machine but gets there in the end, sipping the hot brew as you come in to get your own coffee. William looks between you, sensing something is different but he can’t tell. “Morning.” Pero finally breaks the silence, looking over at you, ignoring the way William raises his eyebrows.
“Good morning.” You decided that you weren’t going to try to flirt or be coy with Pero. He wouldn’t appreciate that sort of thing. “William, you missed a nice dance for the kids.” You shift your eyes over to his friend. “Hopefully you treated Mae Lin to a good night out?”
William nods, “of course. We are working on baby number two.” The Irishman blushes a little and Pero is pleased for his friend. He knows that William and Mae Lin have something special. You prepare your coffee and Pero is pleased that you are okay, you seem to have recovered from his flogging. “Did you enjoy the dance?” William teases.
Pero rolls his eyes, “if you enjoy those horny bastards grinding on each other like it’s mating season.”
The fact that he didn’t even enjoy dancing with you or taking you home annoys you. Will, by all accounts, is Pero’s best friend and he is pretending like it didn’t happen. You snort and turn around from the coffee bar with a roll of your own eyes. “Yes, Tovar is much more suited for an eleventh century brothel.” You snort. “Pay a few coins to take care of his needs and then leave to continue selling his sword.” You’ve always thought Pero would have been a mercenary if he had lived in those times, he’s talked about their struggles enough and you had even teased him about the full armor he has that is a replica of the time. LARPING is apparently not something Pero Tovar does, although you had enjoyed teasing him about it. “Don’t expect him to admit to enjoying anything that isn’t torturing his students or reminiscing about the ‘good ole days’.” Pushing away from the counter, you stride towards the door, annoyed with yourself for caring. “I need to get ready for my first class.”
Pero watches you go with a little longing in his eyes, he didn’t want to disrespect you by talking about you in front of William. He doesn’t want to have the other professors overhear and gossip about you. He stands up, without a word, and strides out of the break room and down the hall to your office.
“Bye then, arsehole!” William shouts from the break room but Pero ignores him, quickly moving to open your office door.
“You’re mad at me.” He declares as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him.
“Nope.” You pop the p of your answer and don’t bother looking up at him. Staring at your computer screen and checking your emails. “I am getting ready for my class, like you should be doing.” This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? You are a little hurt, but you’ll get over that. You and Pero weren’t friends before you let him fuck you, so it stands to reason that he wouldn’t let you become more friendly after.
He huffs, placing his hands on his hips, “I didn’t think you’d want me to tell William what we did this weekend while other people were listening. Even us dancing together would be off brand for us. I- I can’t stop thinking about how you looked, how you felt, how you tasted. I want you again. I want you in my bed again.” He reveals, “I don’t want to forget that it happened because I want to do it again.”
That makes you look up at him, jaw dropped because of the sheer emotion in his voice. It’s impassioned. “You didn’t call.” You murmur softly, admittedly hurt that he hadn’t reached out at all. “So I thought you changed your mind.”
Pero sighs, “I didn’t call because I didn’t think - I wanted you to recover. I wasn’t easy on you and I didn’t think you could take more than one session. Let me fuck you again. I want this to be…I want to continue doing this.”
You lean back in your chair and watch him for a moment. You aren’t in the dom and sub roles right now and Pero shifts uneasily, like he’s uncomfortable. “Okay.” You decide after a moment. “Tonight? Or do you want to leave it for the weekends?”
“Now.” Pero demands, reaching over to flick the lock of your office door. “I want you now. Stand up, take your panties off under that dress and place your hands on the desk.” He demands, working on his belt buckle to pull it through the loops. He is half hard just seeing you sitting there, remembering how you were in his bed when he was inside of you.
The fact that he wants you now makes your cunt clench. It’s not exactly the dynamic that you had at his house, but it’s still forceful and it makes you stand up and quickly pull your skirt up so you can strip down your panties and kick them off. Watching him as you place your hands on the desk and wait to see what he’s going to do.
He grabs his belt, looping it in his hands and he steps closer to you. “Safe word.” He murmurs and you say it clearly, making him hum. “If you want me to stop, slam your hand on the desk twice.” He says, “open your mouth.” You follow his order and he places the leather strap in your mouth, working to secure it around your head, the rest of the leather hanging down your neck. “I need you to be quiet.” He says, reaching for the metal ruler you keep on your desk. He grabs it and brings it to your cheek, slapping you gently with it. “Be a good girl for me.” He murmurs, “then you can go teach your little class.” He slides the ruler down your chest, brushing your nipples with the edge.
You shudder, both from the edge of the ruler catching on your breast through the bra and your shirt, and the sexiness of the entire situation. You aren’t going to be able to sit in your office and think of anything else from now on. Moaning quietly against the leather, you close your eyes and breath through your nose. Already starting to drip, you push your ass out slightly to entice him.
He trails the ruler down your stomach, glad your skirt is pushed up, and you keep your hands on the desk. “Don’t move. Do not make a sound.” He growls into your ear, bringing the ruler down to your cunt, pushing it between your folds until the cold metal touches your clit.
Inhaling sharply, it’s so hard to not move as he does what he wants to you. Making your walls flutter and your stomach curl in pleasure as he rubs the metal against your clit, warming the metal up with your hot cunt. You try to steady your breathing, but it hard when all you want to do is beg him to fuck you.
He rubs your clit with the metal ruler, pulling it away and you whine around the leather, but he doesn’t make you wait because he brings the ruler down on your clit, slapping it with the metal.
Your small cry is muffled by the leather between your teeth, making sure no one walking past the office knows what’s happening in here. It makes you even wetter to know that he would do these types of things outside the comfort and safety of his own space. “Fuck.” You pant, words inaudible and look over at him, loving the dark lust swirling in his eyes.
He slaps your clit again, loving how you moan against the leather, and he sets the ruler down on the desk. “Stay there.” He demands, working on unbuttoning his pants to pull his hard cock out. He reaches for his wallet, pulling out the condom he keeps in there and he tosses the wallet onto his desk, the condom wrapper falling to the floor, and he rolls it down quickly. “Fuck. You’re dripping. You like this, don’t you? Being my little whore at school.” He murmurs, nipping the skin behind your ear as he grips his cock. He kicks your ankle, spreading your legs wider, and he pushes inside of you in one thrust, knowing you don’t have a lot of time.
Your back arches in pleasure and pain from the intrusion. Having him spear up into you forcefully takes your breath away and you gasp behind the belt. That beautiful ache returns almost instantly and you are pushing back against him desperately. He’s right, you do love this happening right here, love the thrill of being in your office. In public.
He loves how reactive you are but he needs you to cum quickly so he pushes you forward, pressing you against your desk, onto your papers. “Hands stay on the desk.” He orders, thrusting into you. It’s rough and it’s dirty, your moans muffled and he grabs the ruler again, pushing it between you to rub your clit. “So needy for my cock, you’ll even take it in your office. Such a good little whore for me.” He coos into your ear, slapping your clit with the ruler again.
You whine, clenching around him and rolling your eyes back when he slaps your clit again. It’s feeding into all your needs right now and every thrust strikes against that spot inside you that makes your legs shake. The desk is sturdy enough that it doesn’t move but the container of pens and markers shake and jolt on the surface and the slap of his thoughts against yours becomes audaciously loud.
He fucks you hard and fast, needing you to fall apart around him before you’re late to your first class. He slaps your clit again, “cum for me, hermosa. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” He orders, pushing deep inside of you.
It doesn’t take long to obey him. Five hard thrusts later, you are stiffening up. Your cunt locking down around him and there’s a very serious concern that you might ruin his pants with the flood of cum that gushes out of you. Your cry against the wet leather is louder than before but you don’t care, riding out your high before you slump against the desk and pant.
Pero tosses the ruler down on the desk, grabbing your hips to keep you still as he works you through your orgasm and heads into his own. “Mierda, mi puta. I- fuck. Me voy-” He cuts himself off with a grunt as he buries his cock deep and fills the condom. Your name a groan on his lips.
You know there won’t be any aftercare this time, not where you are. You whine when he’s pulling out of you after a few seconds and you push yourself up. Watching him remove the condom and tie it off as you reach back to unbuckle his belt from around your head. Now you need to straighten your appearance to get ready for your class.
Pero takes the belt, admiring your teeth marks, and he quickly tucks himself away and puts the belt back on. “I want to see you tonight at my place.” He murmurs, stepping towards you to grip your chin, “I want you to be in my bed again.”
You hum quietly, looking into his eyes and you want to ask if it’s just for another session but you don’t. You nod. “Okay. I’ll come to your house after my last class.” You agree, certain that he would send you home after.
Pero leans in to kiss your forehead before he steps away from you, adjusting his shirt and tie before making his way to his office to get what he needs for his first class. Tonight, he wants to treat you properly, show you how good he can be. This is purely sex but for some reason, the lines are already blurring. His dislike for your modern ways ebbing away and he finds himself liking you more and more.
You giggle slightly to yourself as you finish getting ready for your class. You had gone to the Valentine’s dance for your college because you were bored and there was nothing else to do. Now you are walking into your class with a sore cunt, a dom, and a date for him to make you cum again. Maybe Pero isn’t so bad after all.
#pero tovar#pero tovar x reader#pero tovar x f!reader#pero tovar x you#pero tovar smut#pero tovar fanfiction#pero tovar imagine#pero tovar the great wall#tovar x you#tovar x reader#modern pero tovar
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Clint and Natasha barged through Kate’s door. “You two are having sex!” They say at the same time.
Kate turned to look at Yelena. “Why didn’t you tell me we were having sex? I would have paused the movie.”
“I’m sorry I did not wish to disturb your Netflix” Yelena said with a smile.
They stare at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter. Then Kate stopped and looked at Yelena, serious and smirking. “You know there’s a little thing called Netflix and chill right?” She paused and then her eyes met Clint and Natasha’s for a moment, she made sure to look right at Natasha when she licked her lips before glancing right at Yelena and scooting closer.
“Baby.” The Brunette grinned, grabbing Yelena’s thigh, knowing Natasha’s eyes were zeroing in on her hand.
Yelena on the other hand had lost the will to breath and her face went red. She wasn’t sure what would have happened next if Clint hadn’t cleared his throat to break some of the tension.
“Yeah, I think we got it wrong. Sorry kids.” And with that he grabbed Natasha’s wrist to pull her out of the room. She wouldn’t budge. “Nat come on.” He looked over at Kate who was glaring at them now. “I think we overstepped. Let’s let them just hang out and have fu-“
“She overstepped.” Natasha grumbled under her breath as she walked past Clint and out of the room. Clint laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.” He said before following Nat. “Make sure to lock this.” He said before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
Kate grabbed a pillow and chucked it at the door as soon as he left. It would’ve hit his head had he still been standing there. Kate huffed in rage. “Those assholes! We are adults! They can’t ju-“
Before Kate could finish her sentence she felt pressure on her thigh. She looked back at Yelena, who was now way closer than before. And her face was almost blank aside from her eyes being low lidded. Like she was hungry and determined.
“What did you say about Netflix and chill, Baby?” She pushed her hand further up the apex of Kate’s thigh.
“Oh fuck.” Kate whined, her voice sounding wobbly.
“Mm I think that’s the idea malyshka.” Yelena made a low growl before pushing Kate down onto the couch. “Now we chill.”
“Oh… ok cool! Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Kate stammered out like a horny teenage boy.
Yelena giggled deviously. She dragged her finger down Kate’s torso. Between the buttons on her blouse. “I think it was very sexy how you made my sister mad by touching me. Like you were claiming me.” She slid her fingers beneath the hem of Kate’s shirt. She teased the skin there. Running her fingers up to rub on Kate’s abs. She sighed at the warmth she felt. Her skin was so soft. Her abs were toned. She felt Kate unconsciously flex at the contact.
“Ye-yeah?”
Yelena smirked. She pulled her hand out of Kate’s shirt. She loved it even more when Kate whined at the loss of contact. But then she reached up to undo the buttons on her shirt. Making sure to go agonizingly slow. Yelena bit her lip, at the new skin that was being exposed to her. “Kate? I really like this shirt on you. It’s very sexy. To bad it’s going to be on the floor.” And with that Yelena yanked the shirt out from under Kate.
Kate shivered. Her now exposed skin losing the barrier it had between it and the air. But she stopped as soon as Yelena’s hands returned to her body.
“Time for Netflix and chill Kate.”
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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 10
Gif Caption: Top Gif: Marc and Steven from Marvel's Moonknight, Bottom Gif: Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things
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Reader: 17-18 | female
Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockey (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU), Dinah Madani (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harringotn (ST), Dr.Sam Owens (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers(ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Jim Hopper (ST) Nancy Wheeler (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Dustin Hednerson (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jonathan Byers (ST)
A/n: Here we go shits goin down just wait till i make billy and Y/n fight
Warnings: Guns, fighting with Billy, chaos is a comin around the corner.
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So you rushed to get the kids at school, driving quickly to the middle school.
Parking in the first spot you seen just in time as the bell rang.
You got out and quickly went to stand by the bike racks.
Mike was the first out, and certainly in a rush.
"Y/n-"
"We need to go." Y/n deamnded.
"No. I need to go to Will's house-"
"Exactly," y/n spoke picking his bike up with ease.
"Hey!" Mike argued, Y/n carrying it to the car and putting it in the back, "Thats my bike! Be careful!"
"Kid! I could give less than one fuck about a bike. Hell. I'll buy you a new one- I know about Will."
Mike looked up at her as she closed the trunk.
"You know about the Shadow Monster-"
"Yeah. Fucker had will draw me." Y/n informed, "Where are the rest of your friends."
"They dont know Will's been seeing it. Just. I do." Mike told, "Im just going, we lost Dart."
"Dustin's pet?" Y/n asked.
"I'll explain on the way."
The two got in but a hand slammed ontop the car on her side.
"You." Billy growled, "what The FUCK is happening. You were just arrested a few hours ago! What did you tell them?"
"I dont have time for this-"
"Oh no- You're gonna fucking answer me!" Billy argued, "Now Y/n!"
"Stay in the car." Y/n told Mike as she got out slamming the door closed.
"I suggest you back up Billy." Y/n threatened
Real names were being used, this was getting serious
He took a step forward they beyond invading personal space now, "Or what."
"Watch yourself." Y/n warned.
"What did you tell them?" Billy questioned once again.
"What? Bout you?" Y/n argued voice raising, "about what your dad does? Bout there Shit justice system. About how you Let it happen-"
"Shut up. Now." He demanded.
"Why? Because you cant swallow the fucking truth?-"
He grabbed her forearm, face leaning in closer.
"And whats the truth."
"You already know the truth: You came to me I helped but you asked me to stop- to not cross that line, yet you know in a god damn heart beat I'd cross that line for you. Its at the back of your throat but you wont swallow it." Y/n argued, "Now let the fuck go of me Billy. Before I break your arm."
He threw her arm to the side, both still in each other's face: "I fucking hate you," he deemed.
"I'll go cry about it then." Y/n shot back turning around to get back in the car and starting to drive off.
"You're dead to me Castiglione! DEAD!" he shouted as she drove off.
You drove off in heavy silence, Mike afraid to even talk
But you obviously distressed.
"You...okay?" He asked.
"Yeah...Yeah nothing I can handle..." Y/n lied with a smile, "Remember. Secret Supehero."
He looked over at her, "Why do older people lie to everyone?"
Y/n sighed: "I don't know."
It was silent the rest of the trip.
You had said you'd cry about it to Billy in sarcasm, but soon as you let Mike out the car to go to Joyce you sat on the porch trying not to cry
Hopper was leaving, shove over his shoulder when he spotted you
Dad mode?
Yes
He took a seat next to you, handing out a pack of cigrattes out to you
"Should a cop be giving a teen a cigratte?"
"Yeah well. We do stupid shit when we're upset." He explained as she took the carton, "plus I was a teenager once."
"Thanks."
She pulled out one and lit it with ease handing it back to him.
"Don't make it a habit."
"I wont." Y/n told rubbing her face, "You know. I moved from New York to Hawkins for some peace."
"Seems like the chaos followed you." Hopper told as he lit his own cigratte.
Y/n chuckled under her breathe, "Chaos follows me everywhere."
"Me and you both kid." Hopper spoke, taking a long inhale of his cigratte before blowing the smoke out his nose.
"Come on." He spoke.
"What?" Y/n asked.
"Come on. Lets go diggin."
Odd but. You follow him anyways
This time he didn't put you in hand cuffs.
And he took you to the farms.
You both got out and he told you to start digging
"For what? Roots?"
"No. Just dig until you hit something." He explained pulling out a pistol, "You know how to use that?"
"Revolver, Sam & Wesson. Model...67?" Y/n spoke looking over the revolver, "Sorry. 66."
He looked at her surpises as she tucked it in the back of her jeans and grabbed her shovel starting to dig.
"Well? Are we diggin? Or are you standing there?" Y/n asked.
He'd proceed to dig with you, making small talk along the way
He actually laughed when you told him you had done what you had to Neil Hargrove
Hopper explained he never liked Neil and that you beating Neil up kinda had made his week.
Apparently from what you could piece together: Neil had said he touched you: got into an arguement over something and it escolated.
He said it was good that you knew how to defend yourself
"My dad taught me." Y/n explained, they both take a small break sitting in the hole "but I have a feeling you don't like him."
"Barely know the guy." Hopper told her.
"I think it's about Joyce." Y/n spoke, "Ya know. Pretty ol Joyce Byers."
He rolled his eyes, smoking his break time cigratte.
"Hard to let someone go you love kid."
"I know..."
"thats what she wants and shes happy. Thats the only bad part. You think you can make her even happier but it doesn't get better than that kid." Hopper lectured with a stretch, "Don't think I've seen Joyce so happy before."
Y/n nodded standing up grabbing the shovel again, they both getting back to it.
"It plays out how it should in the end." Y/n spoke up, "Right?"
Hopper nodded, "Right."
The two contuined digging themselves what could of been there own graves
Tossing dirt over there shoulders and up top till Y/n hit something
"Here."
They both quickly dug and pulled at the black vine like goo
Creating an opening.
"What in the name of America's ass..." Y/n spoke dipping her head downward into the what she assumed was tunnels.
"Fuck- what are you doing-"
Y/n dropped in, with ease. If she was going to be involved might as well as be invested.
She landed on her feet looking both ways Hopper dropping in behind her.
"Well I'll be damned..." Hopper aspirated they both shocked at what was surronding them.
You only pushed forward Revolver in hand
Hopper stopped her, he cutting off his sleeves
"Airs toxic." He explained as she took it from him tying it around her head to make a makeshift mask.
"Just like my realtionship with Stark." Y/n sighed pulling a small flashlight from her boot.
The thing about being in front is your use to Frank keeping up, or you keeping up with Frank
You're use to fast pace, you can sight see later
So when you push on and loose Hopper you're kinda fumbernucked
"Chief!?" Y/n shouted looking around, "Cheif!"
"Oh fuck...I should of listened to Marc..." Y/n sighed contuining on, "what are the odds he's down here with his bird mother fucker..."
She looked around, but the shouting from Hopper caught her attention, she quickly rushing after him.
"Cheif! Cheif!" Y/n shouted looking around "Cheif!!"
Y/n looked down feeling something wrapping around her ankles, "Fu-"
She was pulled by the ankles and too the ground, being dragged down a tunnel.
"Fuck! I just wanted a Normal fucking school year!" Y/n protested in anger as she tried to grab onto something. Her shouting only echoning in the distance.
Meanwhile Dustin was trying to find SOMEONE ANYONE to help him
He was knocking on the Wheeler's door. Just to get an uncaring answer from Mr.Wheeler
"Son of a bitch, you no help at all." Dustin complained walking away.
"Lanuage!" Mr.Wheeler complained shutting the door as Steve had pulled up flowers in his hand he muttering to himself.
"Yeah. I made a mistake. Okay. These are an apology gift for Y/n but I dont know what Im apologizing for even though I do but nothing happened at the halloween party just. I dont know how to tell her what did happen." Steve muttered to himself, he going to ask Nancy for help, and for an apology to Y/n herself, Steve felt like Nancy could atleast do that, "yeah makes sense...:
"Are those for Mrs. Wheeler?" Dustin spoke up.
Steve looked up, "what no-"
Dustin grabbed them, "hey! Man-"
"Do you still have that bat?"
"What?"
"The one with the nails?"
"Yeah. Why?" Steve asked.
"I'll explain on the way lover boy. I need to go to Y/n's house."
So Dustin explained it to him, how he kept a baby demogorgin, and how he named it Dart
And how it REALLY didnt like you
Like. Despited you
"So?" Steve spoke, "You're freaky little pet didnt like Y/n-"
"Im assuming it'll go after her, and she doesnt know anything about the-"
Steve immediately floored it, driving faster to her house.
"Dude! Calm down!"
"If that thing Kills her Henderson, I'll make sure she drags you down to the grave with her!"
"Okay! Okay!"
They make it to your house and Steve bangs on the door.
Frank answers it, cup of coffee in his hand, must've just gotten home from work.
"You better have a good reason for-"
"Is Y/n home?" Steve asked frantically.
"No." Frank spoke, "She went with you last night-"
Matt joined Frank at the door.
"Is something wrong?" Matt questioned, "Y/n's not with you?"
"She's most likely with Billy-" Steve brushed off, "Yeah. There..."
"Probally out at a party." Dustin finsihed.
"Y/n hates parties." Frank argued.
"Yeah! But you know Y/n always the...life of stuff! We're gonna go." Dustin contuined as they both quickly walked away to Steve's car and quickly drove off.
"I'll get my suit." Matt spoke walking off.
Meanwhile your still stuck in the Upside down, hanging upside down, blood rushing to your head as more vines hold your arms straight down.
"What a bunch of a holes leaving me upside down...like atleast sacerfice me in a cool way."
"Hopper!? Hopper!?" A female called from the distance, it was Joyce.
"Oh thank god!" She cried out, she must've gotten Hopper out from wherever he was trapped.
"Kid! Kid!"
"Im here!" Y/n called, "Over here!"
The small group walked towards her, "Who's that?" Y/n asked.
"Im Bob. Im a friend of Joyce."
"Hi Bob Im Y/n. Joyce is dating my dad."
"What are you doing?" Hopper asked.
"Oh Just ya know. Hanging around with Mephisto's sperm." Y/n stated in a matter of fact tone, and glared at him, "What the fuck do you think Im doing!?"
So they helped you down and all of you luckily got out of there of course after being fuckin jumpscared by some guy in a hazmat suit
Your so done with different relams
Cant you just call Dr.Strange for this to be done?
God you wish
When you get out you're panicking seeing what's clearly a goverment operation
But then Will goes into what you can only describe as a severe seizure
Fuck the goverment now.
Wills in obvious pain and your main focus is to get him up and okay
But as quick as you go to help him your shoved away.
Unlike the others you actually detained, despite everyone's shouting for your release.
You fighting them to the best of your ability without severely injuring anyone
But they detain you anyways
And wow. Hawkins Lab who could of guess
There violent with you, or alteast of the verge of violent
They scrub you down with a damn hose while your in cuffs, they've cuffed your ankles.
This is beyond you just knowing now. They have to know something else.
And your chained to your chair, you had bit someone so they muzzled you
A doctor walked in, older man.
"Hello Ms.Castiglione." he spoke tossing a thick file on the table, "what do you prefer?"
Y/n glared at him, "Ms.Castiglione? Or Ms.Castle?"
She didnt answer as he sighed, "Perhaps Ms.Russo?"
"Fuck. You." Y/n spoke, venom dripping from her lips, "My name. Is Y/n Castiglione my father is Franklin Castiglione. I don't know a Russo. "
He nodded, "Alright. Lucky for you it was just a side research on my part. No one else knows."
Y/n was quiet as he opened up the file, "Multiple Premeditated and Conducted Murders. You're quiet Bust Ms.Y/n. I do thank you for taking down that molester slash serial killer, just before you moved to Hawkins. Horrible person he is."
"What do you want? Me to be quiet?"
"Infact. Yes. But I don't think that'd be a problem. With all your...past lets call it?" He explained, "Now I could care less about your track record. Wipe it clean for you if you do me just one small favor. Both you and your dad's track record."
"What."
"Why does this...entity. lets call it. You know. Where you were trapped?"
"The upside down." Y/n filled in.
"Sure. Yes." He went along with, "The upside down. What connection do you have with it?"
"It tried to kill me." Y/n told, "thats the only connection I have to it. Not a good one if you ask me."
"Why is it scared of you?"
"Shit." Y/n spoke leaning back in her chair, " why arent you asking yourself that? Aren't you afraid of me? You're the one threating my track record."
He shifted in his seat: he's uncomfortable.
"Now." Y/n spoke standing up, chains falling off her body, she pulled the muzzle from her face, red lines showed where it once pushed deep into her skin, "Shall we? Doctor-?"
Y/n looked at him as he sat in shock, she leaning in closer.
"Owens." She spoke, "Doctor Owens. Can We go? If its afraid of me. Dont you want me out there?"
He took you around the Lab, you thought you were going to see Will but ended up with Hopper
Both given hazmat suits which you decided against and just took a respirator.
Thats when you seen it for the first time.
The gate.
Unlike Hopper or the others you did hesitate to go and walk up to it.
It was like an infection, that spread throughout a body and that body was loosing
You reached your hand out but it retracted immediately and spread else where.
"What the fuck..." y/n laughed looking back at Hopper who had been yelling at her the whole time to get back.
But did you?
No
You walked through the gate, becausw fuck it at this point
You still dont understand how this place, or thing, or whatever is afraid of you
Can a place be afraid of you? That just doesnt sit right
Unless this Shadow Monster affecting Will is controlling this place
That would make more sense, but why?
Hopper was yelling at you to be careful when you realized it and rushed back through the portal
It knows who you are and if it knows who you are, it knows who your dad is what you both are.
You demanded to know where Will was, and Dr.Owens wouldnt tell you, so you pulled a gun from a gaurd on him.
Eventually you got it out of him and rushed to see him, Dr.Ownes behind you
Will was surpised to see you, and so was Joyce who quickly stood infront of Will's bed.
"Leave now." Joyce demanded.
She knows, "Joyce. Mrs.Byers. please. Let me explain-"
"Explain what?" She questioned, "That you killed people. Both you and you're dad!? The Punisher!? Really!?"
"Mrs.Byers those people had the right to die!" Y/n argued, "you don't understand-"
"No. I don't!-"
"Mrs.Byers. Please. Those people killed children." Y/n explained to her, her expression seemed to let up just the slightest, "Its how I ended up with Frank to begin with. He has my back, and I have his. I may have killed people but I wouldn't lie to no one. Especially not you."
"Why wouldn't you- Frank. Tell me." She asked, genuinely heartbroken.
"I. Its not something you can go flashing around." Y/n explained, "Look. You know me. You know my dad. Frank. My dad loves you and you know he'd do anything for you and your family."
Joyce slowly dropped her shoulders, "i get it. I do. Its scary." Y/n explained.
"But I know. For a fact. That If I can help save any of you. I would." Y/n contuined taking a few steps closer, "and that thing, knows I can do some serious damage. Let me help you."
She sighed, and nodded, Y/n sighing in relief, but wasnt expecting the hug that came next.
Joyce Byers was hugging you, after your whole identity was releved to her.
You don't think you've had anyone hug you after someone knew of well. You killing people.
So Joyce allows you to contuine to help
You sit besides Will.
"Hey bud...do I...scare you?" Y/n asked.
He shook his head no, "No...you're a good person."
Y/n smiled holding his hand,
"Are you kidding?" Mike added, "Your a totally bad ass! Taking down Badguys! I knew you were a superhero!"
Y/n laughed, "thank you Mike...But Will,I scare that thing?"
He nodded.
"Why? Do you know?"
Will shook his head no, "It doesnt like your friends either."
"My friends?" Y/n questioned.
"You're new york friends" He explained, "it doesnt like your dad either."
Y/n was silent for a moment, "fuck-"
Y/n got up quickly, "Where are you going?" Joyce asked.
"Its after my family!" Y/n argued, Dr.Owns throwing her keys.
"Take mine." He spoke, "go!"
You've never rushed off so quick before.
But he never told you what car he drives, and you got fucking annoyed and just broke into one and hot wired it and was off at the speed of light
Plus it was dark outside making it worse.
"Fuck. Marc I could really use you now!" Y/n argued, "Should Of just fucking listened! But No! You wanted a boyfriend! A normal life! Fuck a normal life!"
Y/n made it to her house, jumping out the car and rushing inside the house, no one home.
"Dad! Matt! Matthew!" Y/n shouted, curising as she looked around, "Karen! Peter!"
She walked into his room, "Curt!? Madani!"
No one. She went into her room, pushing over her bed, with ease and going to the loose floorboard.
"Fuck... Y/n cursed, but paused, looking at the vest, she could take it, put it back on.
Instead she grabbed the hatchets besides holstered on a belt.
"I can do this without you." She spoke, covering the floorboard and grabbing knifes from her wall.
"Thank god for Loki." Y/n spoke kissing one of the blades before holstering them on her belt.
Y/n covered the hole again and left to find her family.
You walked out the house, looking up at the full moon and screamed at the top of your lungs for Moonknight.
You were glad when part of the moon became blocked out, it Marc in the ceremonial armour landing at your feet.
"Now you need me?" Marc asked the coustume breaking away.
"Get in the damn car." Y/n ordered getting in the driver seat, "I need Steven."
"Well of course you do." Steven spoke getting into the passanger seat, "What is it today love? Midnight sons? Ancient Egyptian battle-"
Y/n speed off quickly, "Well slow down!" Steven complained.
"Theres a gateway here in Hawkins. To what they call the Upside down- It knows about me and Frank. I dont know where he is! And You need to help me!"
"Where the bloody hell would he be?" Steven asked
"I don't know!-"
Y/n floored on the breaks, rocking them both forward, "The Byers house."
"What?"
"The Byers house! If Frank's going to look for anyone it'd be at the Byers house! Fuck he knows me too well!" Y/n argued making a fast U turn, going back to Joyce's house.
"Who's the Byers!" Steven asked
"The moms Franks Girlfriend!"
"Frank has a girlfriend!?" Marc aspirated.
So you quickly drove to Joyce's house, well you where-
Until you stopped, smelling blood as you floored on the breaks.
"Marc I need you to contuine to look for my dad." Y/n explained getting out the driver seat.
"Excuse me!?"
"Look! Go look for my dad!" Y/n ordered, "Please."
He sighed, "You're lucky I like you."
He shifted over and took her seat, "becareful. I know you sense ya know....werid shit."
Y/n nodded.
You watched Marc drive off as you walked into the forest
You smelled Blood and Unlike Matt you couldnt identify who's blood
But with everything going on.. it was best to check
You found yourself farther than you thought as you made it to what seemed to be an old dumping grounds, an old bus, some old cars along with rubble here and there.
"Hello!" Y/n called.
She stopped when something squished below her.
"Aw...shit...always my fuckin feet..." y/n complained raising her foot.
Y/n kneeled down, taking a knife from her belt. Sticking it in the substance and bringing it closer. It was meat. Most likely beef from the color, or perhaps pork-
"Y/n!" Someone whispered in a rush. She looked up.
"Get over here!"
She looked up, and squinted, "Max?"
There was a low growl, Y/n pausing in her spot.
The bus door opened slowly, barely making a squeak Steve slowly walking out, hand loose in one hand and the other one out in sign for her to not make a move. Then brought a finger to his lips to tell her to keep quiet.
Another low growl as Y/n turned her head.
Just a rabid dog at first glance. Until it got closer. It's head made of what could be a flower bulb as it stalked closer.
Y/n slowly pulled one of her hatches from her side.
"Steve." Y/n started, "get in the bus."
"What-"
"Get in the fuckin' bus." Y/n ordered.
"No."
"I'm not-"
The growl came closer as it slowly closed in.
"Fuckin' stay close then..." Y/n whispered to him facing the dog.
It came running at the two, jumping for it's killing just for Y/n to slash it off to the side.
"Let me guess. Gift from a god." Steve spoke another growl being heard from behind, Steve's shoulder blades met hers quickly, they back to back.
"No." Y/n responded, "sharpened from the thrift store. Camping department."
"Keep on the toes in a circle," Y/n told taking the second hatchet out a second dog coming at them, Steve takinga swing at it, knocking it off and back into the on rolling fog.
"Gotta admit." Steve spoke up, twilring the bat in his hand, "Kinda hot seeing you kick ass Killer."
"Not the time to flirt hot shot." Y/n laughed.
"Steve! Y/n!" Dustin shouted.
"Busy!" Y/n complained.
"There's More!" Lucas shouted, "A shit load more!"
Y/n and Steve looked around them, they completely surronded by more of these flower head dogs.
"Oh..." y/n started.
"Fuck..." Steve finished.
"Abort! Abort!" Dustin shouted.
"Go! Go!" Y/n shouted.
The two took back back towards the bus, Steve rushing in with Y/n behind him, yet one clamped down on her hand.
"AH!" Y/n screamed.
"Y/n!" Steve shouted regripping his bat.
But Y/n dragged the monster in and Dustin shut the foor.
"Im keeping my fucking hand!" Y/n shouted at it, grabbing the lip of the monster and forcing it's mouth open.
"Holy Shit!" Max screamed Y/n getting her hand out and holding onto one of its petal like lips.
"Fuck. You!"
She pulled at it's mouth forcing it more open than it should be naturally, it screeching in pain as Y/n raised her foot up.
"Die! You!" Y/n shouted kicking it down, "peice!"
With more force and the help of her weight the thing was split, "Of shit!" She shouted for a final time, it dieing as Y/n threw it off to the side.
She falling onto the floor with heavy breathe, leaning against one of the broken seats "fuck..."
They looked at her in Horror, she covered in blood and guts, then the kids lauged.
"YOU'RE A TOTAL BAD ASS!" They cheered.
Yet it didnt last long as the dogs charged at the door, trying to get in, resulting in the fear setting back in.
"FUCKING HELL! IM DONE WITH FUCKING FLOWER FUCKIN FACES!" Y/n shouted grabbing the bat from Steve.
"Y/n! Y/N!"
You had already gone to the door where Dustin had tried to block it in and with the reching in demodog you beat it half to death.
Yet it didnt stop there, a scream from Max ripping you attention away, one of these dogs, screeching down at her from the open bus emergency exit.
But before anyone could make a move, it stopped and looking off to the side it chirping, growling then roaring before it left in a hurry.
You guys were quiet no one making a move for a good five mintues.
Steve was out the door first, back with his signature bat in hand as he checked
But the creatures had just vanished
And now that you all have a mintue to breathe in the outside air the adrenaline is starting to wear off.
"Dustin." Y/n called, "you got duck tape in that backpack of yours?"
He went through his bag, "Yeah. Here."
Y/n thanked him wrapping her bleeding hand and past her wrist in duck tape, "here."
He was in compelte shock as you just contuined on without a care, putting your hatchets away at your sides.
You all walked off, hoping to find where they went, Lucas found from using his binoculars that they went "home" Hawkins Lab
You told them last time you checked, Will was there
Dustin and Lucas started to try and fill you in
But you said you already knew, and not to worry you could handle it.
You stayed in the back of the group, Max walking besides you.
"Are...you okay?" She asked.
Y/n nodded, "yeah... this? Its nothing."
It was silent, "I know...you and Billy."
"I don't wanna talk about it..." Y/n responsed.
"But I just-"
"Look! Max! I don't care what you think!" Y/n argued, in a whispered shout, "my dad's god knows where, Im dead to Billy! I-"
She stopped rubbing over her face taking a deep breathe in, "Im...look Im sorry...I just...want everyone safe."
"Is that a superhero thing?" Max asked, "taking everything on yourself?"
"It just may be...Im not much of a hero..."
"Just a badass?" Max asked
Y/n chuckled, "Just a badass."
"Well..." she spoke, "if the badass doesn't mind. I don't mind helping with anything."
Y/n smiled patting Max on the head, "I'll remember that. Your first lesson when shits not grinding in the fan. Hot wiring."
"Really!?"
"No."
You all contuined forward, and you had to break up some stupid fight between Lucas and Dustin
Even tho they both yellled at you to stay out of it.
"Look! Both of you!" Y/n shouted, "You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! You both get that!?"
"But-" Lucas tried to interveine.
"I said You fucked up Dustin! You fucked up Lucas! Do you both get that!? Or will I have to have The winter soilder come and stab both of you in the eye!" Y/n argued.
"You know The Winter Soilder?!" The two asked.
"Not the point!" Y/n argued, "so lets just. Go. Alright?"
The two nodded and contuined down the railroad path.
You all coming up on the lab.
Hearing hellos coming from the distance you all started towards the sound. Just for it to be Jonathan.
And Nancy...
Great she first tries to steal your boyfriend, talks to you like nothing happened, and then she was with your brother-Jonathan, she was with Jonathan.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Us!?" Nancy asked, "We're looking for Mike and Will."
"Shit what happen to your hand?" Jonathan asked Y/n grabbing the ducktaped hand.
"Nothing big-"
"Wait what are you doing here?" Nancy asked her.
"Right now? Getting Mike and Will out of there." Y/n argued pointing towards the lab.
"Gate has no power." Jonathan told her.
"Fuck..." Y/n spoke pulling away from him, looking up at the gate, "I can jump it-"
"Are you insane?!" Nancy asked, "That's barbed wire-"
"And?" Y/n asked walking towards the Fence serveying the area,"not as bad as you think."
She started to climb the fence.
"Y/n! Woah woah!" Steve stopped her, "You're injured-"
"Will and Mike are in there!" Y/n defended and started to climb again, but Nancy pulled her down.
"Are you trying to die?" Nancy argued.
Y/n turned to her getting dangerously close, "no but your going to if you touch me again."
Nancy looked offended, "What the hell-"
"Blow it out your ass Nancy." Y/n argued, "You're just Bullshit. You're pure bullshit!"
"Y/n-"
"Be quiet." Y/n ordered, "You stop me again, I will hurt you."
Y/n climbed over the fence, just barely able to throw herself over the barbed wire.
"Y/n!" Steve shouted, "Y/n!"
You ignored him and managed to hurry to the building, yet the door wouldnt open and if the power is off...
You managed with one of your longer pins to slide it between the door and the door frame wiggling around till you heard a click and the door opened letting you in
It's time to go safe the homies now
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Hi love! Just saw your prompt idea and I would like to request a Eskel x Reader (not Netflix Eskel though please) with the prompt ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜? Maybe it’s a drunk Eskel scenario?
A/N: Hi babe! This was a fun one to do! I might have gotten a bit carried away with some of the dialogue....
Warnings: Lambert has no filter and is literally not kid friendly at all, nothing outside of canon except maybe language,
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You hummed to Jaskier’s song as you took the tray of empty tankards up to the bar.
“That lot’s a rowdy one.” The barkeep eyed the corner you came from.
You glanced over your shoulder to see what exactly he was seeing.
Jaskier sat on a table as he played his lute and sung a rather lewd and sexual song about a raven haired lass from Cintra. Geralt sat at the same table as him enjoying the company of a trio of ladies.When you left the table, Lambert had been singing with Jaskier and enjoying his drinks while Eskel was talking to a woman. But now the hot headed young witcher was on his feet and arguing with a patron. Eskel was next to him, a bit unsteady on his feet but determined to stand up for his brother.
“I’ve seen worse crowds.” You pulled a few coins from your pocket and placed them on the bar to pay for another round of drinks.
“Not too keen on a band of mutants causin’ any trouble.”
As you were adjusting a strap on your satchel, you stopped. Your eyes met the barkeep’s.
“They’re paying customers just like the rest.”
The man shrugged his shoulders.
You didn’t care to push the subject now. It wouldn’t do any good.
He moved away to get your drinks and when he returned, you took the tray back to your witchers and bard.
“Ah, there she is!” Jaskier moved his lute around so that it was on his back. He got down from the table and took a drink off of the tray. “Thank you, my darling.”
“Fucking prick.” Lambert muttered as he swiped a tankard off of the tray.
“A little bit of manners goes a long way, Lambert.” You began to place the remaining three drinks down on the table.
“That fucking bag of dicks needs to go drown in a latrine!”
“Lambert.” Geralt scolded, shaking his head. “Not tonight.”
“Fuck off, old man.” The young witcher sat down heavily at the table. “I’ll do what I want.”
“I don’t want to have to save your ass when you piss off the entire fucking village.”
"You don't have to save my ass."
"I have to save your ass at least once whenever we're together."
Lambert glared at the white haired witcher for a few moments before turning his attention to the women with him.
“By the way, ladies, has he mentioned that the same shit that turned his hair white gave him limp dick?”
The women looked at each other and then to Geralt before slipping away.
You took a sip of your drink to keep from giggling.
“You’re a fucking child, Lambert.” Geralt growled. He took his drink, angrily gripping the metal and gulping down the drink.
“Yeah? Don’t try to boss me around.”
“I should’ve let that damned forktail eat you yesterday.”
“And your mom should’ve swallo–,”
“Enough!” Eskel cut Lambert off. You scooted over on the bench so that he could sit next to you. “We aren’t here to fight. We are here to enjoy ourselves.”
“Well, I was enjoying myself.” Jaskier grinned.
“I was enjoying myself too.” Lambert crossed his arms. “I was just about to tell our dear brother what his mother should’ve done to prevent his birth.”
“Don’t be so lewd in front of Y/N.”
“She isn’t the gods damned Queen of Redania, Eskel.”
“It’s alright, Eskel.” You gave him a little smile. You appreciated how sweet he was and how he was trying to look out for you, even though it really wasn’t necessary.
“I am pretty sure I have seen Y/N do more raunchy things than even myself.” Jaskier said.
Your mouth fell open as you looked at the bard.
“I am not raunchy, Jaskier!”
“That’s not what the innkeep from the village outside of Vizima would say if you asked him.” Geralt shook his head.
“Geralt!”
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After a few hours, Jaskier had disappeared with someone and so had Geralt. You assumed the same happened with Lambert. You last saw him walking away from the table into a crowd alone. Perhaps he went back to the inn where you all had rooms.
This left you with Eskel.
It was eventually time to leave the tavern and head back to the inn. The witcher was far too intoxicated to walk steadily by himself, so you walked with him with one of his large arms over your shoulders.
Eskel was a heavy man. His muscle accounted for much of that weight. You did your best to steady him and provide what support you could, but every once in a while, he would stumble and nearly face plant in the mud.
“You’re a– *hiccup* –good friend, Y/N.”
“I just don’t want you to end up face down in a mud puddle somewhere.” You adjusted his arm across your shoulder.
“How come you– *hiccup* –you aren’t drunk like– *hiccup* –like me?”
“Because unlike you boys, I can pace myself. I don’t drink with the intention of forgetting my name and pissing myself.”
For whatever reason, Eskel thought that was the funniest thing you said. He threw his head back and laughed, nearly throwing you off balance and sending you both to the floor.
As his laugh was dying down, he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the sky.
“Y/N?”
“Eskel?”
“Do you…. think the moon is jealous? Jealous of how pretty you are?”
You looked over at him, a smile coming to your face. He continued to stare at the moon above, golden eyes practically shimmering from the white light.
You tugged on his tunic and his hand that rested on your shoulder.
“Come on, big guy. We need to get you to bed.”
He chuckled.
“I’m serious. The moon– It must be absolutely fucking jealous of how stunning you are.”
“You’re a real charmer when you’re drunk, Eskel.”
He produced a shit eating grin as he began to walk once more.
“I know.”
You kept your eyes downwards to focus on where Eskel was putting his feet. You wanted to prevent any tripping.
“And it’s she.”
“What?” He furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.
“The moon is she.” You glanced over just momentarily to catch his eyes, smiling gently when your gaze met.
“Well…. She is nothing compared to you.”
You were glad it was dark enough that he couldn’t see your cheeks flushing.
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I was hired to transport an exotic pet to its buyer
“Come on, man, it’s an easy three grand. We just gotta drive through the night.”
I stared at Tucker, my best and stupidest friend. “And it’s not drugs? We aren’t transporting coke or something?” I asked.
“No, dude, it’s not illegal,” He rolled his eyes, “and it’s not drugs or people. I asked.”
I chewed on my inner lip as I considered the drawbacks to joining Tucker on another of his poor life decisions. “What is it then?” I asked.
Tucker shrugged. “All the guy said was come by tonight with a friend.”
God, this was a mistake. I even knew at the time it was a mistake. But I was out of work, like a lot of other people right now. I just needed a little money to hold me over until I could get another job.
So two weeks ago, I went with Tucker to meet with a Mr. Ezra Mack.
Ezra is a portly, short dude with an oversized mustached and droopy eyes. We met with him at a vacant lot just outside of town where the summer fair usually set up, of course, that wasn’t really a thing this year so it was just an empty field with a few pieces of garbage fluttering about. After giving me a once over, Ezra just nodded and said, “You’ll do. Come on, boys.”
We followed Ezra to the other side of the lot, where a U-Haul truck quietly idled away. “Get this to the customer by mornin’, I’ll have three thousand for the each of you, and probably a few more jobs waiting.”
I glanced at Tucker, who was clearly just seeing dollar signs, but I was a little more skeptical. “What’s in it?” I asked.
Ezra chuckled before gesturing forward. “Take a peek son, just keep your distance,” He said.
Somewhat relieved that he didn’t seem all that concerned by me seeing what was inside, I went up to the truck and opened up the back.
All I could make out in the darkness was a cage. Then I saw a pair of eyes looking back and I heard a beastly snarl.
I yelped and fell back on my ass. Ezra laughed it up some more and he shut the door before I could get a better look. “Exotic pets, people pay an arm and a leg for somethin’ that can gobble them and their kids up,” He said.
“Is it a tiger?” Now Tucker looked disappointed he didn’t get a better look.
“Sure, if that makes you feel better.” Ezra helped me back to my feet and patted my shoulder. “Clock’s tickin’, so get a move on. I suggest you don’t think too hard about it and don’t take too many stops until you reach the customer. And stay out of the fuckin’ back. He’s caged for now, but I don’t want either of you pissin’ him off, I’m not payin’ for your hospital bill.”
I nodded. I didn’t need to be told twice. You know, I was actually relieved it was ‘just’ a tiger, considering the other less favorable options like drug or human trafficking.
After Tucker and I played a round of rock paper scissors, it turned out I was going to be driving for the first leg. We only stopped for a bit to get a six pack of Pepsi and a few bags of Lay Chips before we were on the road.
“So how big was it?” Tucker asked after we really got going.
“I couldn’t see, probably huge. Hope it’s not a man eater,” I joked.
Tucker elbowed me before he began tossing potato chips in his mouth. “Tigers were always my favorite as a kid,” He said between crunches. “But I don’t think they make good pets.”
“It’s legal in this state… I think. It’s like Tiger King.”
“Have you even fucking seen that show yet?”
“My ex changed the Netflix pass before I could.”
Tucker began to loudly cackle before an exceptionally loud snarl jerked us both back into reality- even if it was in a cage, there was a very dangerous animal in the back of our truck, only the bars of its cage and the thin siding of the truck keeping it from ripping our heads off if it so pleased. Tucker laughed nervously before stuffing more chips in his mouth.
I don’t really mind driving, not even at night. It’s kinda relaxing, usually the roads are pretty empty and I can just daydream away. Of course, usually I don’t have to hear quiet growling coming behind me every few minutes. It wasn’t constant, just every now and then I’d start to relax and then I’d hear the growling. Definitely kept me on alert.
Honestly, if we hadn’t gotten pulled over, we would’ve made it to the customer with no problems and I never would’ve thought twice about it.
But when I saw those red and blue lights in my side view mirror, my stomach practically dropped into my feet. Tucker had been pretty chipper until that point as well, I swear his dark face went a few shades paler as I pulled over. “What do we do?” He asked.
“Bullshit him until he leaves us the fuck alone,” I hissed back.
The cop strode up to the truck a minute or so later, flashing his light in. I could tell off the bat this was not going to be pleasant. I won’t pretend that I know every cop in the world, but every cop I’ve met has been an insufferable jackass. Especially when they think I’m up to something, which other than that night, I really haven’t ever been.
“License and registration, please,” He said.
I just reminded myself he had a gun before I got my license. “Not my truck, officer, I’m doing a favor for a friend,” I said.
“What kind of favor?” He eyed the truck.
“Moving things. We’ve been driving for like five hours already,” I said.
The cop ‘humphed’ before glancing at my license. I prayed for it to be over.
But of course, the tiger chose that moment to start kicking up a ruckus.
I cringed as I heard the growling and snarling kick up full force, and I knew I heard Tucker face palm.
The cop scowled before handing me back the license. “Stay there,” He ordered before he strode to the back of the truck. I didn’t bother with the ‘But you need a warrant’ bit, I knew I was screwed. My lack of knowledge about exotic pets was now coming to bite me in the ass. It probably was illegal to keep tigers in my state and I just didn’t know.
Cop threw open the back door. There was a beat of silence. Then a ‘What the-’. Then a crash and a scream of terror.
Didn’t matter if the guy was a jerk, I immediately leaped out of the truck to go rescue him, Tucker hot on my heels. I skidded to a stop in the back of the truck, flicked on my phone’s light, and pointed it into the truck, seeing that the bars had been ripped apart like cardboard before I focused on the ‘pet’.
… Yeah, no, that definitely wasn’t a tiger.
The humanoid creature back there was nearly big enough to reach the ceiling, his antlers made it the rest of the way. He had the cop crushed between his clawed hands, the man’s face white with shock before the creature opened its mouth and smashed down on his skull.
Blood and gore sprayed out from what remained of the cop’s head and Tucker did the smart thing by slamming the door shut.
We both bolted for the front of the truck, before I made it I ended up spewing out my stomach contents all over the ground. With trembling legs I climbed back into the truck, where Tucker was in the middle of a panic attack.
“What… the fuck… was that?” Tucker managed to get out as he hyperventilated.
I shook my head, wiping a bit of puke off my lips. I now missed the growling, now replaced by crunching and a wet tearing. I glanced at the GPS, we had an hour to go.
Mechanically, I put the truck in gear and began driving off, ignoring Tucker asking what the fuck we were doing. In truth, I’m not sure what I was thinking. All I could think was ‘get this fucker to our destination and get the hell out of here’.
The chewing became white noise, my focus mostly on the road in front of us. Our destination was thankfully tucked way back in the woods, no more interstate for us, but what was worse was when the horrifying mastication of the body finally drew to a close.
The chewing was replaced by a sound that made the hair on my neck stand on end.
Whispering. From the back of the truck I swear to god I heard whispering.
I craned my ears in an attempt to make out any distinct words, but it was too muffled for me to make out any clear words. Tucker began reciting the Lord’s Prayer, whimpering in between each breath. I just gripped that steering wheel even tighter and watched the minutes tick down slowly on the GPS.
The house we pulled up to was pretty nice, it wasn’t like a woodland mansion or anything but I certainly couldn’t afford it. Tucker bailed from the truck before I even came to a full stop, and I wasn’t far behind him.
I sped walk to the front door and didn’t even knock before the customer opened up.
He looked so normal, man. Like the average dude you’d pass on the sidewalk and promptly forget in two seconds. Not like a person who was buying monsters. But he glanced back at the truck and his eyes just lit up. “Is he here?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I wiped the sweat off my forehead, “The cage is broken though. And it ate someone.”
The man sighed and somehow had the nerve to look relieved. “Well, if he’d fed, that’ll actually make things easier. His hunger will be sated for the moment. Come on in, put your feet up for a bit. We can handle it from here,” He said.
Tucker and I waited in the man’s kitchen, sipping flat Pepsi and doing our best not to look out the window where the man and a few other people were getting that thing out of the back of the truck. The man came in about half an hour later, told us they sprayed out the inside of the truck, handed us a few wadded up hundred dollar bills for a tip (“since you arrived almost an hour before the estimated time”, he said), and we went home.
It was quiet in the cab on the way back. Unnervingly quiet. Tucker wasn’t cracking jokes, we kept the radio off, and we did our best not to stare at the abandoned cop car by the side of the road as we passed on by.
No one’s ever questioned us about the missing cop, even when we told Ezra what happened he seemed unbothered. He was more pissed about the cage being broken, saying his boss was going to be ticked to learn that this new cage didn’t hold up to snuff. We got paid, I went home, and I did my best to wipe the night’s events from my mind.
I hoped it would never come back to bite me either. But of course, I was wrong.
Yesterday I went grocery shopping and came home to Tucker twiddling his thumbs and a woman wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves pushed up, revealing a nasty scar on her forearm that looked like a bite mark.
“You’re Killion?” She asked. Still too flabbergasted about there being a stranger in my living room, I just nodded. “Good. Tucker here told me how well you handled yourself with the last delivery.”
She placed a check on my coffee table.
“I’m Beth, Ezra’s boss. I’m here offering you full time work. I promise, they won’t all be nearly as rough as that first one.”
… Like I said, I was out of a job.
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Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 10
The next day, at an apartment, Mia was writing in her journal. Until, she heard wind chimes.
Mia: Huh?
Mia turns around and shrugs. But, then, Sister Sisto appears in magenta and dark pink lightning as she screams. Meanwhile, Terry is in the kitchen.
Terry: humming
Terry sighs happily, until he notices Evil Terry sneaking up on the fence. Suddenly, Terry hears something behind him but no one is there
Terry: Huh?
Terry shrugs and heads back to washing the dishes. Suddenly, Terry feels his pants getting pulled down
Terry: Oh ho Ho! Korvo you dirty slut!
Korvo starts dominating Terry.
Terry: Oh yes yes! moans Keep fucking me you! Oooh!
Korvo pants as he fucks Terry.
Korvo: Oh yes! Dirty bookcase! Sexy Netflix Bitch! Slutty Swedish Metabaaaall!
Korvo cums in Terry as he turns visible.
Korvo: pants Oh I never felt this great.
Terry: Me too! gasp upon seeing Evil Terry out the window
Korvo: What is it, Terry?
Terry: KORVO RUN! IT’S EVIL ME FROM THE LAKEHOUSE DEVICE EPISODE!
Korvo: What? sees Evil Terry and gasps
Terry: FUCKING RUN FAM!
Korvo: SHIT!
Terry pulls up his pants and the two husbands run upstairs while Phoebe sees Evil Terry outside and gasp.
Phoebe: Korvo, who is that?!
Then, Phoebe gasp and recognize him from last night.
Phoebe: You again?!
Phoebe turns back into her superhero form as she gets into fighting stance as Evil Terry bust through the window and growls. Korvo sees Phoebe in her superhero form and gasps.
Korvo: Phoebe?!
Phoebe MacCarthy/???: It’s Starburst now partner!
Starburst does her own pose as she goes mama bear.
Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Stay away from my family!
Evil Terry laughs:
Evil Terry: Hello Terry! turns into his super suit as he snarls So nice to finally meet you… by the way, your husband was way bulgier when I. stabbed him!
Korvo scoffs.
Korvo: Well…
Evil Terry/???: You just call me Slither. Because in my dimension, I had an unfortunate lab accident that gave me the power to produce black slime that helps me slither like a snake.
Terry: What are you even doing here?
Evil Terry/Slither: Just two words…. MURDER YOU!
Terry gasps and turns into Mighton.
Terry/Mighton: grabs a table with his strength Stay away from my husband and kids!
Korvo blushes and gets turned on.
Korvo: Honey, you have me so turned on right now! Let’s do this!
Korvo turns into Quasarblast. Quasarblast then turns invisible as he kicks Slither to the ground then Starburst lassoes Slither as she kicks him in the face. Slither growls and pins Quasarblast to the wall.
Evil Terry/Slither: Why can’t you just stay dead?!
Terry/Mighton: Korvy!
Korvo/Quasarblast: Damn it! Get off me!
Mighton however then grabs Quasarblast bridal style and punches Slither in the face as he snarls.
Evil Terry/Slither: Don’t you EVER-
Starburst then pins Slither to the floor. Qausarblast blushes at his husband and kisses him multiple times as Mighton blushes and smiles.
Terry/Mighton: Korvy, what are you doing?
Korvo/Quasarblast: My hero. Mighton smiles and Quasarblast kisses him on the neck
Quasarblast moans.
Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Stay down bitch!
Slither growls as his eyes glows red and his skin turns black and he grows bigger and muscular. Quasarblast gasps.
Terry/Mighton: What the hell?
Evil Terry, now a monster, roars and laughs.
Monster Evil Terry: What’s the matter, Terry? Aren’t you happy I’m a Mundane just like you!
Mighton gasped.
Terry/Mighton: What are you talking about!
Korvo/Quasarblast: Honey? What’s wrong?!
Phoebe/Starburst: Did you know about this, Terry?
Mighton starts breathing in and out because he didn’t know. Mundane Slither laugh.
Mundane Evil Terry: Of course he didn’t, because it’s been running in his family for years.
Mighton gasps.
Terry/Mighton: I-I’m half monster?
Evil Terry/Slither: Look at you, traumatized by the news! I always knew the other me was such a wimp.
Mighton however doesn’t fall for it as he looks at Starburst and Mighton as he knows that’s not true.
Terry/Mighton: Nan. I already knew how I am. A family man and a wonderful Shlorpian. That’s who I am
Mundane Slither laughs. Then, Mundane Slither grabs Mighton by the throat as he pins him to the wall.
Korvo/Quasarblast: TERRY!
Phoebe MacCarthy: Let go of him you bitch!
Evil Terry/Slither: Why would I wanna do that if I enjoy squeezing the air out of him?
Mighton gags as Slither chocks him. Something in Quasarblast snaps.
Korvo/Quasarblast: STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN!
Quasarblast punches Mundane Slither which causes him to let go of Mighton.
Terry/Mighton: breathes in and out and sighs in relief
The two husbands then embrace each other and kiss while moaning lovingly. Mundane Slither groans in disgust.
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: You stupid bitch!
Quasarblast flips Mundane Slither off.
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: snapping THAT’S IT!
Mundane Slither picks Quasarblast up and throws him across the room.
Terry/Mighton: gasp then growls HEY! DROP MY KORVY!
Mundane Slither growls but drops Quasarblast down as Quasarblast groans
Korvo/Quasarblast: Phew. Thanks honey.
Terry/Mighton: Anytime my superhero with a thicc ass.
Quasarblast giggles. But then Mundane Slither picks up Mighton and pins Mighton the floor.
Terry/Mighton: What are you gonna do? Kill me?
Mundane Slither starts choking Mighton, but then Mighton’s eyes starts flashing orange as he finally snaps.
Terry/Mighton: GET OFF ME!
Mighton punches Mundane Slither to the floor as he starts snarling as his eyes glow orange. Mundane Slither chuckles as he began to feel satisfied this.
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: This is more like it!
Korvo/Quasarblast: What do you mean?!
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: taunting Mighton That’s right you sick weakling! Give into your rage! Stop being a wimpy and weak piece of shit! Unleash that beast!
Mighton screams in fury. He then starts kneeling to the floor as his skin suddenly turns black and he starts growing bigger and muscular. Then, his voice deepens as he cries out in pain as tears burst from his eyes.
Korvo/Quasarblast and Phoebe/Starburst: MIGHTON!
Mighton, now a Mundane roars and growls at Mundane Slither
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: That’s more like it! punches Mundane Mighton See ya! escapes through the ceiling as Mighton cries in pain by his transformation
Quasarblast gasps and runs up to his husband
Korvo/Quasarblast: Terry?
Mundane Mighton snarls.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Terry! Oh my God! It’s true you are half Mundane!
Mundane Mighton starts crying. Then be collapse on the floor in tears by the pain of his transformation.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Oh, Terry. You’re still beautiful.
Mundane Mighton cries out in pain again as Quasarblast soothes him.
Mundane Terry/Mighton: Korvy… I’m scared… what happened to me…
Korvo/Quasarblast: I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out. I’ll go stop Evil Terry. If I can that is…
Mundane Mighton whimpers as he breaks down in tears.
Mundane Terry/Mighton: Okay…
The scene then cuts to Kano seeing Qourra and goes up and manipulates her.
Kano: So you what your own pack huh?
Qourra: Yes.
Kano: gives her a fake amulet Take this.
Qourra: What is this?
Kano: Join the Night Wolves. It’ll be worth it! Take them to the construction sight. I’ll tell you what to do.
Qourra thinks about it but then nods. The scene then cuts to the construction sight. Sherbet is watching above from the homeless sadly as she looks at a photo to frame of her deceased parents and begins to sing.
[SHERBET]
On my own, there's no chaperone
But my heart still is mine for the keeping
Sherbet, take a rest; you can pass this test
You can still dream your dream while you're sleeping
If I can just stay true
To the steps I've taken
It will all come through
If it's fate, let it be
'Cause now I see I can wait
Change takes time, it's a long hard climb
But I'll get to the top if I'm steady l
And where love's concerned, well, I guess I've learned
Just to trust he'll be here when he's ready
If I can just stay true
To the steps I've taken
It will all come through
I'll let fate set the day
It's okay I can wait
Plant the tiniest seed down below
Tend it well, and stand back
And just watch it grow
Watch me grow
If I can just stay true
To the steps I've taken
It will all come through
Name the date, and say when
But 'til then I can wait
Sherbet sighs as the song ends. Then, suddenly, she sees Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke, Kevin, Jamie, Darcy, Randall and Ms. Perez walking by.
Sherbet: opens the window Um hello there.
Ms. Perez: Oh hey little girl. Can we help you?
Sherbet: Uh, I was just wondering you guys do school here and- suddenly hears music playing What’s going on that construction sight?
Miss Frankie: I don’t know?
Darcy: Let’s go check it out.
We then cut to Mundane Slither causing havoc while singing.
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: singing “One Is the Loneliest Number” then hears the music too as he heads on too the rooftop and sees Qourra and the Night Wolves singing
[NIGHT WOLVES]
Hear it getting louder, a call for revolution
Yeah, we came for what was ours, it's time for restitution
We'll protect our own, take back the stone
No, human nature cannot hold us down
Stranded at the bottom, but we're more than a whisper
No, we'll never be forgotten, our blood's thicker than silver, yeah
When worlds collide, it's do or die
So tell me, is it wrong to stand your ground?
Hear us howl, all or nothing
Fangs are out, we ain't running
Hear us howl, it's all or nothing
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is a declaration
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Of a new generation
It's now or never, we're in this together
We'll fight through the highs and the lows
No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone
The world has gone crazy and no one seems to listen
Gotta step in, no more maybes, and stop the demolition
Is it hope or fear? Look in the mirror
Everything we built is coming down
No more hesitation, it's time we start to realize
With all this separation, silence is still taking sides
So use your voice, make a choice
And tell me, are you standing with the crowd?
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is a declaration
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Of a new generation
It's now or never, we're in this together
We'll fight through the highs and the lows
No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
We say no more bad blood, no more bad blood
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
No way, they can't stop us, no, they can't stop us
History changes, but we lost the pages we wrote
When you lose direction, can't see the reflection you know
We came from the bottom then became the problem
Now everything's out of control
So hey, are you with me? Let's go!
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is a declaration
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Of a new generation
It's now or never, we're in this together
We'll fight through the highs and the lows
No, we won't break, we're more than flesh and bone
The song ends as the humans arrived at the construction sight.
Miss Frankie: Qourra?
Qourra turns and sees the humans.
Ms. Perez: What are you doing with the Night Wolves.
Qourra: Finding my own pack.
Ms. Perez: Why are you.. notices Mundane Slither Who the hell is that?!
Mundane Slither leaps down and snatches the amulet away from Qourra’s neck.
Qourra: Hey! That’s mine!
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: This is mine now!
Mundane Slither then sniffs it and grows annoyed.
Mundane Evil Terry/Slither: Oh please this is a fake amulet.
Dr. Weatherstone came by and gasped.
Dr. Weatherstone: Is that…
Wanda: What? Qourra, did you lie to us? Th-this wrong.
Then, Qourra groans in annoyance and starts venting.
Qourra: Well come on! This Kano guy said I should have a pack! My mom wanted a pack before he was killed! I mean this is ridiculous everyone wants to pack too! And it is point of avoiding this long conversation! You all agree right? Anyone?! Anyone?!
But then, Mia, who is wearing a dark outfit stops her.
Mia: Not so fast!
Qourra gasp in shock. Then, Mundane Slither hid as he grows suspicious. Then, Mia chuckles like an evil person and then Nova comes by, gasp and hides.
Mia: Well, looks like this scene had died.
Mia then touches Qourra’s face as she backs away in shock.
Mia: How about I take it from here?
Ms. Perez: What?!
Principal Cooke: What are you talking about?
Mia laughs evilly
[SISTER SISTO AS MIA]
Hey look out world, cause here I come
I'm burning brighter then the sun
You put up walls but I can break 'em break 'em
Fear is not a roadblock in my way
Don't care what the haters say
They don't scare me I'm not shaking, shaking and
If you think am gonna quit
Go and cross it off your list
I just wanna scream out loud nothing gonna stop me now
I'm never coming off this cloud
So move over move over move over
You don't wanna mess with me I know who I'm meant to be
Never gonna slow me down
Nothing's gonna stop me nothing's gonna stop me now
Nothing's gonna stop me now nothing's gonna stop me now
I'm moving faster than you think
You might miss me if you blink
Every day I'm getting stronger stronger
But I was born to break the rules
So that's just what I'm gonna do
I just wanna scream out loud
Nothing's gonna stop me now
I'm never coming off this cloud
So move over move over move over
You don't wanna mess with me
I know who I'm meant to be
Never gonna slow me down
Nothing is gonna stop me, nothing gonna stop me now
And if you think I'm gonna quit
Just go and cross it off your list
Hey look out world cause here I come
I'm burning brighter then the sun
I just wanna scream out loud
Nothing's gonna stop me now
I'm never coming off this cloud
So move over move over move over
You don't wanna mess with me
I know who I meant to be
Never gonna slow me down
Nothing's is gonna stop me nothing gonna stop me now
Nothing's gonna stop me now
Nothing's gonna stop me now
Nothing's gonna stop me now
Nothing's gonna stop me now
After the song ends, Sister Sisto finally pops out of Mia as Mia falls to the ground and moans. The humans gasp in shock and horror.
Sister Sisto: Hello, Earth! Did you miss me?!
Nova: whispering Sisto?
Sister Sisto notices Nova and smiles.
Sister Sisto: Hello Blissa…
Nova: It’s Nova!
Mia wakes up as she groans.
Mia: Where am I?
Sister Sisto: So nice to see you all here. I heard that fool Kano wanted you guys here! But guess what?! He is such a fucking idiot! He made up that lie when he told Barry he would bring Cheery back to life, but she was really alive. They really brought me back to life!
Mia: Sisto?!
Sister Sisto: For I am no longer Sisto… I am now….
Sister Sisto changes into a new super villain suit as she becomes a mortal.
Sister Sisto/???: BLACK MIRROR! laughs evilly
Nova gasps. Trevor, Louise, Janice and Stacy G came by and then, Louise, Trevor and Janice sees Kano heading to a mansion and follows him. Stacy G hide as a result. Then, Black Mirror snarls at the humans.
Principal Cooke: Oh my God…. You’re fucking crazy!
Black Mirror laughs.
Sister Sisto/Black Mirror: Good! Have fun drowning in DNA slime!
Black Mirror uses her magic and places Ms. Perez, Mia, Jamie, Darcy, Kevin, Randall, Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke, Sherbet and Dr. Weatherstone in tubes as she presses a button and each slime in each capsules starts flowing up. The humans ran for their lives as Qourra escape. Stacy G follows her with Nova. Black Mirror laughs evilly. Mundane Slither gasp as he continues hiding successfully.
Miss Frankie: Oh God! We’re gonna drown in slime! Mighty Solars, help!
Quasarblast shows up and gasps. Luckily, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa heard them while Sonya is reading a book.
Yumyulack: Holy shit! Our friends are in trouble!
Sonya: What?! What you mean they’re in trouble?! How did you guys know?!
Jesse and Yumyulack freeze in shock
Pupa: Super power!
Sonya: Huh?
Jesse: Sssh!
Yumyulack: Uh we can explain.
Sonya then gasp in shock as she realizes something and squeals in excitement.
Sonya: You guys are superheroes!
Sonya hugs her siblings.
Sonya: I knew there was something about you guys! I knew it!
Jesse: Wait. Whuuuuuh?
Sonya: You guys look the same faces as Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-Irl and Mighty Pupa! But wait, where’s your dads?!
Yumyulack: Uh…
Suddenly, they heard Mundane Mighton moaning in pain.
Sonya: What the? Is that Terry?
The kids check in their dads’ room and gasp in shock upon seeing Mundane Mighton as they gasp.
Kids: Whoa!
Yumyulack: Damn Terry, you look buff and thicc!
Jesse: Terry is a Mundane, just like from the old times back on Shlorp!
Pupa: Mundane Daddy!
Sonya: Uh, he looks upset.
Yumyulack: Huh? How do you know that?
Jesse sighs.
Jesse: I saw one when I was a baby.
Yumyulack: You did?
Sonya: Wow. Really?
Jesse nods sadly.
Jesse: Back on Shlorp 13 years ago, I was still a sproutling, fiddling in my crib.
Flashback starts as baby Jesse is playing with her baby hangar as she tries touch a flower.
Baby Jesse: giggles and coos
Baby Jesse then hears groaning as he sees something big lying in Terry’s bed. Baby Jesse coos and heads out of the bed.
Jesse: voiceover I heard something, like it was some kind of monster.
Baby Jesse sits up from her crib and watches as she sees something rising out of the cover as he growl. It was Mundane Terry as he roars. Baby Jesse whimpers in fear. Mundane Terry starts sniffling around as he growls and gets in a defensive position.
Jesse: voiceover I was really scared. But it was like he was in a defense position.
Mundane Terry growls as he approaches a spiky monster. Then, he bust through the window as baby Jesse watches in confusion as she coos. But then she gets scared as she sees him killing the spiky monster as he roars and leaps up from the the building with blood all over his body as he starts growling and approaches baby Jesse. Baby Jesse starts crying.
Baby Jesse: crying as she falls on her back and tears burst from her eyes
Mundane Terry gasps.
Jesse: voiceover Suddenly, he came toward me and talk, but I couldn’t remember what he said.
Mundane Terry: picking baby Jesse up and soothing her Shh… it’s okay daddy’s here…
Jesse gasps as she remembers. Baby Jesse hics as she looks at the eyes and realizes Mundane Terry is Terry. Baby Jesse finally calms down as she giggles and touches Mundane Terry’s face as he purrs.
Baby Jesse: Dada!
Mundane Terry purrs he touch his forehead on baby Jesse’s and he turns back to normal as he smiles at Baby Jesse giggling. The flashback ends as Jesse gasps.
Jesse: It was Terry…!
Sonya: Huh?
Yumyulack: It was?
Jesse: He must’ve be half Mudane, and runs in our family. Nova comes in
Nova: Kids!
Nova then sees a pair of malfunctioning hot pink glasses and put it on as it shocks her. But, it doesn’t hurt her.
Nova: Hmm? notices Mundane Terry Terry? Is that you?
Mundane Terry/Mighton: STAY AWAY!
Jesse: Terry, it’s okay! I know you’re the Mundane you saw when I was a baby!
Mundane Mighton gasps.
Mundane Terry/Mighton: I did?
Jesse smiles tearfully.
Jesse: Of course you were daddy… but how did you transform?
Mundane Mighton breaks down and yells it out
Mundane Terry/Mighton: IT WAS SOMETHING THAT I DREAMT ABOUT FROM MY PAST! BUT I DON’T REMEMBER!
Nova then touches Terry by the shoulder and suddenly it takes him to an abandon background years ago
Nova: Whoa. What is this place?
Sonya: Was this your planet guys?
Mundane Mighton sighs. He then something’s that is familiar to him. Mundane Mighton picks it up and it is revealed to be an old flower as he starts singing.
[MUNDANE MIGHTON]
This is the Shlorp of my childhood
These were the borders of my life
In this crumbling, dusty attic
Where an gardener loved his wife
Easy to remember
Harder to move on
Knowing the Shlorp of my childhood Is gone
Sonya cries.
Nova: What happened here?
Mundane Terry/Mighton: It was something that happened to my mother. Something my late father couldn’t bring himself to tell. No better than to ask…
Mundane Mighton sighs and wipes away a tear Suddenly, Yumyulack sees a mask.
Yumyulack: A doctor’s mask… suddenly recognizes the mask in distraught plague…
Mundane Mighton gasp silently as flashback images appear as he looks around. Then the flashback shows the plague doctor packing up his things after doing a checkup on Jessica, who is dying.
Shlorp Plague Doctor: You must leave! Now!
Mundane Mighton then looks at a crib as the flashback appears again with Jessica looking at Teraformus one last time.
Jesica: Quickly… before it takes him too…
Teraformus tearfully nods and leaves. Jessica kisses an old crystal as she slowly dies. Teraformus then puts baby Terry in basket and places him at an orphanage while baby Terry was crying. The flashback ends as Mundane Terry silently cries with tears streaming down his eyes.
Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Oh Terry…
Nova: I’m so sorry about your mom Terry…
Mundane Terry/Mighton: What am I gonna do know? What if I don’t turn back…?
Jesse however gives Mighton an encouragement smile.
Jesse: That is not true! You can turn back! I just know it! I believe in you Terry! You are a brave strong Shlorpian! You rescued Cheery from another dimension! You defended Korvo! You stood up to a total jerkface that is your evil counterpart! If you have strength power, then I know you can turn back!
Mundane Mighton smiles.
Mundane Terry/Mighton: touches Jesse’s face and touches her forehead softly with his Thanks Jesse-bear…
Suddenly, Mundane Mighton turns back into his regular Shlorpian form.
Terry/Mighton: Yes! I am normal! Well, almost normal! Thanks Nova.
Mighton hugs Nova, but then they heard their friends screaming. Mighton gasps.
Nova: Oh no! Our friends! We gotta help them!
Terry/Mighton: Right come on kids! Sonya, you’re sticking with us too!
Sonya: Okay!
A few seconds later, Nova follows her friends on a motorcycle while the Mighty Solars fly off with Starburst carrying Sonya. Back with Qausarblast, he flies into the mansion where Louise, Trevor and Janice meet up.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Guys!
Louise: Korvo? Hurry! Kano is in there!
Qausarblast bust open the door, only to see Mrs. Brandy knocked out the floor.
Korvo/Quasarblast: On it!
Qausarblast bust open the door, only to see Mrs. Brandy knocked out the floor.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Damn what happened here?!
Suddenly, Louise, Janice and Trevor gets tied up as they screamed and exclaims in shock.
Korvo/Quasarblast: What the hell?!
Stacy G runs up to save her mother but gasp when the doors close shut.
Stacy G: No no! No! Mom!
The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke, Dr. Weatherstone, Kevin, Jamie, Darcy, Sherbet and Randall are still drowning in the slime as they keep panicking trying to breath for the surface. Quasarblast hears a laugh.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Who’s there?! suddenly sees Kano Kano! What are you doing here?! What is this bullshit?!
Kano turns into Darkness as he snarls. Then Cheery and Naomi comes in and gasp. The scene then cuts to Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke, Dr. Weatherstone, Kevin, Jamie, Darcy, Sherbet and Randall are still drowning in the slime as they keep panicking trying to breath for the surface.
Principal Cooke: Guys… I think this might be it…
Sherbet: starting to lose her breath as Slither sees them gasp
Darcy: At least we go out together…
Kevin: losing breath
Randall: No! Stay with me Kevin! Stay with me!
Jamie and Darcy hold out their hands to each other as it touches the glasses. Miss Frankie starts to lose her breath.
Miss Frankie: I’m sorry Korvo..
Suddenly… A sharp knife hits the glasses as the slime falls out and Miss Frankie, Principal Cooke, Dr. Weatherstone, Kevin, Jamie, Darcy, Sherbet and Randall breath for air. It was revealed was revealed to be thrown by Mundane Slither as the other Mighty Solars with Nova and Sonya arrives.
Kevin: You saved us?! But why?
Mundane Slither looks at his reflection on the knife and ends up having a heel realization as he sighs. Mundane Slither then turns back into his Shlorpian form
Evil Terry/Slither: I finally saw the consequences of evil and revenge is not worth it… looks like your heroic husband taught me that.
Mighton smiles. Slither then looks at Dr. Weatherstone. Dr. Weatherstone blushes.
Evil Terry/Slither: Mighton! prepares to leave I trust you…
As Slither leaves, Fung-irl then sees Stacy G banging on the door of the mansion.
Jesse/Fung-irl: Stacy G! What’s wrong?!
Stacy G: My mom is trap in here! Kano’s got them!
Jesse/Fung-irl: Kano? But that mean a you can’t go in there! Kano will catch you and you’ll be hurt!
Stacy G: But my mom’s in danger! I don’t know what to do!
Jesse/Fung-irl: It’s okay.
Stacy G: NO ITS NOT OKAY!
Fung-irl gasps in shock but smiles and takes Stacy G’s hand.
Jesse/Fung-irl: Stacy G… I have no regrets you gave me a friendship I always wanted my whole life ever since I came here…
Stacy G starts crying.
Stacy G: But I can’t fucking exist in a world with you… sniffles* I’m sorry I didn’t say it before… I love you Jessica Wearspreada Solar-Opposites…
Fung-irl smiles
Then she look at Stacy G’s eyes as they sparkle magenta.
Jesse/Fung-irl: I really love it when your eyes do that…
Stacy G and Fung-irl then looks into each other’s lovingly and the two girls share their first kiss.
Jesse/Fung-irl: thinking My first kiss! I always wondered what it would feel like!
Mighton smiles in tears of joy, because he knows that his little girl is all grown up and has found love. The scene then cuts to Qausarblast, Cheery and Naomi getting into a fighting stance with Darkness.
Korvo/Quasarblast: I thought I killed you!
Darkness: You didn’t… I was brought back to life by lightning by Barry. I soon realized that if I can manipulate Naomi into helping me, you would be dead for good. Naomi growls in disgust
Cheery: How can you do this?
Naomi: Now I know why you did that! You tricked me! How could you! I knew there was a reason you were suspicious! You tried to trick into hurting a nice girl! Cheery is very kind and loved and you know it!
Darkness laughs.
Darkness: Well guess what, now I am gonna crush you for-
Quasarblast suddenly turns invisible and punches Darkness in the face. Then, Darkness gets hit by an arrow shot by a crossbow, revealed to be aimed by Alice who helps and hides behind a vase. Quasarblast is shocked to see Alice.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Holy shit. That maid is really badass.
Suddenly, element sparks spewed out of Darkness as it hits Trevor, Louise, Janice and Alice, who easily stood up. Quasarblast gasps in shock.
Alice: Oh dear…
Korvo/Quasarblast: Are you okay?
Then, Darkness traps Quasarblast with restraints ropes on his hands and feet.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Damn it!
Back with the Mighty Solars, they were running to the mansion with their friends, until Sonya sees a super suit that made her excited.
Sonya: This is perfect!
Sonya then puts on the suit, next she puts on the clothe hat on her head, then she put on the earrings, and finally she put on the mask as she giggles.
Sonya: Lookin’ good.
Sonya then heads back to her family. The scene cuts to Quasarblast struggling to break free.
Kano/Darkness: Look at you. Struggling like the weakling you are.
The rest of the Mighty Solars and their human friends sneak in but sees Darkness and hides quietly. Mighton gasps when he sees his husband.
Kano/Darkness: It’s like they say… never wound… what you can’t kill!
Darkness uses his magic to torture Quasarblast as Quasarblast yells in pain.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Darkness, please! It’s the dark magic! The power everything, but you’ll lose yourself… let it go…
Darkness: I love being mad… it makes me happy…
Something in Mighton snaps as Quasarblast is tortured.
Terry/Mighton: with a controlled manner GET AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND!
Darkness notices Mighton and laughs.
Darkness: What you gonna do? Try to scare me?!
Mighton growls as his eyes turn orange.
Then, he starts growing bigger and muscular as his skin turns black. Cooke then throws a pipe line at Darkness, who moans. This gave Quasarblast an idea as he remembers a flashback of when he defeated Darkness. Sonic booms are his weakness.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Hey, Darkness!
Quasarblast then breaks free while Mighton finishes becoming a Mundane and roars. Quasarblast then reaches through the metal pipe and bangs with another one.
Kano/Darkness: What are you-
Quasarblast then bangs the metal pipes again. Mundane Mighton roars and gets out more metal pipes and pins them to the ground. With that, Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl, Mighty Pupa, Lightspeed, Starburst and Sonya, or whoever she is now runs around the bang the pipes with each pipe in their own hands. Darkness screech as Kano appears beneath screaming. Starburst gets out a lasso as she pulls Kano out of Darkness. Cheery then accidentally fell on something on her knee as she moans.
Naomi: Cheery, are you okay?!
Suddenly, the family sees Darkness’s slime body as it rises up and turns into a monster, much to Kano’s satisfaction. But then, Mia comes and sees this. Mia grabs a metal pipe then suddenly Darkness’s skin starts screeching in pain as it shows Cheery, suddenly in her own super suit as Naomi blush. Cheery can now blood bend. As the skin screeches in pain, Mia cries out in rage and bang the pipes that ends up weakening the skin.
Kano: Stop! Stop this!
Sonya then gets out an electronic bomb and gives to Vil-Gil-An-T who puts explosive powdered liquid in it and prepares to throw it.
Kano: Mighty Solars! What are you doing?!
Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Ending this!
Vil-Gil-An-T throws the bomb.
Kano: NOOOOOOOOO!
But as soon Kano leaps up to the slime, as it attaches to it, the skin caught the bomb as it prepares to explode.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Everyone take cover!
The gang takes cover as the bomb explodes and causes Kano along with Darkness to explode into ash and dust, no trace of living life form anymore. Mundane Mighton holds onto Quasarblast.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Darling?
Mundane Mighton turns back into his Shlorpian form and smiles weakly. But then he feels like transforming again as he feels something inside of him he has to release underneath his chest as his skin turns black again and he grows bigger and muscular. He then moans in pleasure. Now back into his Mundane form, Mundane Mighton roars as loud as Godzilla while the rest of the gang cover their ears. He then pants and whimpers upon seeing Quasarblast.
Mundane Terry/Mighton: Korvy? Do you still love me?
Quasarblast smiles while Mighton breaks down in tears.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Shh… I’m here mi amore… I still love you no matter what…
Mundane Terry/Mighton: I really love when you speak Spanish.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Thanks Terry-bear…
the two super hero alien husbands share a kiss. Then the kids run over to their dads while laughing while Sonya come up to Quasarblast as he notices her suit.
Korvo/Quasarblast: Sonya?
Sonya/???: Hey Korvo. It’s actually Nighthowler now. I came up with the name because of the technology in the suit based on folk tale legends. I’m still waiting for elasticity in my arms, which is part of it.
Jesse/Fung-irl: Nice!
Korvo/Quasarblast: Come here sweetie. I am so proud of you. hugs Sonya, then silently nods Cheery thank you
Cheery smiles. Then, Nova notices her glasses glowing.
Nova: What the fuck?
Then, it causes her to receive her own super suit as she grows amazed.
Nova/???: Wow. I had no idea it could that.
Miss Frankie: Whoa. Those are so weird glasses. Right Perez? Perez is distracted and lovestruck Perez?
Ms. Perez stares lovingly at Mia while “The Way” from Clay Aiken plays:
Mia: Excuse me?
Ms. Perez: Huh? blushes Oh what did you say?
Mia: I said excuse me.
Ms. Perez: Oh sorry I’m Perez. These are my friends.
Mia: Hi. I’m Mia.
Then, the heroes then decided it’s time for them to leave, as the heroes who can fly pick up their friends flies out of the mansion as the sunsets. The scene cuts to Terry dominating Korvo during sex in the bedroom.
Terry: Oh man! then starts growling as his eyes glow orange and he turns black Yes! I can feel my beast getting horny!
Korvo: Let it out Terry! Oooh! I wanna see that sexy monster fuck me!
Terry groans in horniness as he grows bigger and muscular as he roars and dominates Korvo more as Korvo moan lovingly.
Korvo: moans Yes you sexy brute! Oooh! Fuck me like I’m in sexy Paris! Ooooh! You sexy beast! Oooooh!
Mundane Terry loses control and fucks Korvo as hard as he can.
Korvo: moans lovingly Oooh yeeeees! Terry, I think I’m about to-
Korvo cums as Mundane Terry breathes in and out. Korvo moans lovingly as he strokes Mundane Terry softly to keep him calm. Mundane Terry purrs.
Korvo: You feeling better, my sweet slutty Mundane hubby?
Mundane Terry whines as he worried about losing control. Korvo gasps and holds his husband close.
Korvo: Oh Terry… shh… it’s okay sweetheart… it’s okay.
Mundane Terry then falls asleep crying as Korvo continues to console him in reassurance that he loves him.
Korvo: I love you dear…
Korvo then sighs as he thinks about his Super Shlorpian form.
Korvo: I’m just glad the beast is sealed away… or worse…
Suddenly Evil Terry comes in.
Evil Terry: Uh hey… Korvo is surprised to see him Mind if I stay here for awhile.
Korvo: shrugs Sure. Why not.
Evil Terry smiles as he leaves the room. Korvo then looks down for a moment. Meanwhile, at the solstice, something pulls the spirit back in as it whimpers and is petted by another purple Shlorpian who puts it in a box.
???: There you are little buddy. We’ll get you back with your host real soon.
??? #2: I hope MAX has found him.
???: Me too.
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Cara Ward Soft Quotes
“Good evening, Miss Sweet F-A,’ Cara said when Pip picked up. ‘Are you ready to Netflix and chill in the upside down?”
“That was Cara’s way of getting through the last six months; her new normal.
Hiding behind the quips and one-liners that made others squirm and fall silent. Most people don’t know how to react when someone jokes about their father who murdered a person and kidnapped another. But Pip knew exactly how to react: she crouched and hid behind the one-liners too, so that Cara always had someone right there next to her. That was how she helped.”
“As kids, Cara was always the first one to go at sleepovers, her light snores disrupting the end of the cheesy horror film. So Pip tried to recreate those childhood sleepovers, calling Cara while they binge-watched Netflix together. It worked. As long as Pip was there, awake and listening, Cara eventually fell asleep, her soft breaths whistling through the phone.”
“Pip had called her immediately, whispering from her bed, but Cara was so drunk she couldn’t speak in full sentences, not even half sentences or quarter, broken up by cries or hiccups.”
“Cara passed that same smile on to Pip. She looked tired. Three nights had gone by, three nights that Pip had been too busy to call her, to talk her to sleep. Pip knew she must be lying awake; the tint beneath Cara’s eyes told her that.”
“Naomi must have noticed she’d snuck out. I don’t think Cara was trying to be that quiet on her way out because, in her words, “Both my grandparents are practically deaf”.”
“Don’t we have a stake-out to do? Or are we gonna stand here chit-chatting like lost lemons?”
“Whole school’s talking about you,’ he said, and Pip could see him watching her out of the corner of her eye.
‘Well the whole school is full of idiots,’ Cara said, hurrying to walk on Pip’s other side.”
“What the fuck?’ Cara stared incredulously at Ant. ‘Say the word “convenient” one more time and I will end you.”
“Cara snapped. ‘So, you’re essentially calling both Connor and Pip liars? Grow up, Ant, and stop being such a dick all your life.”
“Best we can offer are marginally warm paninis for the time –’ She finally glanced up, eyes springing to Pip’s, a smile following close behind. ‘Miss Sweet FA. Long time, no see.”
“You can start your break early.’
‘Oh, Jackie,’ Cara said, with an over-flourished bow. ‘You are too good to me.”
“Remember lesson number one: we don’t threaten to kill customers.”
“Even if they’re ordering the most complicated thing just to annoy you?’ Cara stood up, with an exaggerated side-eye at Connor.
‘Even then.’
Cara growled, calling Connor a ‘Basic White Bitch,’ under her breath as she made her way towards the counter.
‘One iced pumpkin macchiato coming up,’ she said, with the fakest of enthusiasms.
“Made with love, I hope,’ Connor laughed.
Cara glowered. ‘More like spite.”
“Cara, more a sister than a friend.”
“You lost your phone?’ Cara said.
‘That’s not the something bad,’ Pip replied.
‘Yeah, no shit,’ Cara said through a nervous laugh.”
“Cara nodded, and the look in her eyes was different now, sadder. It still looked like fear, but not for herself. For the friend standing in front of her, unravelling. The friend she’d known twice as long as she hadn’t. Friends who would die for each other, kill for each other, and Pip would be the first one to lean on that.”
“Sounds like my kind of night out,’ she said. ‘In bed by eleven.’‘My kind of night out too,’ Cara said, turning around, a small smile on her face. ‘If it ends in chips.”
“Naomi filming Cara as she attempted to see how many chips she could fit in her mouth at once, spitting them into the bin while the table of drunk men cheered her on.”
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festive ficlets: dec 20
Prompt from @almost-a-class-act
Pairing: John Martin x Frank Perconte
Prompt: There’s only one of this in-demand gift left – how do Characters A and B decide who gets it?
In another situation, this might have been a meet-cute, two hands reaching for the same item, their fingers brushing together. Oh. There might be a blushing apology or two, a gracious deferment, a swap of numbers that would lead to coffee, dinner, dates.
This is not that situation.
“Perco, I swear to God, if you don’t let go, I’m gonna just get the girl to scan you through as well and shove you in a stocking.”
All five foot five of Frank Perconte bristles. “I’d like to see you try.”
He has both hands tight on the side of the box, inches away from where Johnny Martin has his own hands held fast. They’re not moving - they’ve already established yanking on the box only makes the other hang on like some kind of giant spider monkey - but the box is taut between them and neither one of them is willing to let go. Frank shifts his weight and wriggles, eyes narrowed.
“Honestly, I don’t even get why she wants it, but she wants it and Johnny I have lost blood,” he says. Johnny isn’t that surprised. His nephew has been banging on about this doll for weeks and it’s been out of stock almost as long. Like all the rest of his siblings, and, by the looks of things, like most of New York, he’s been drafted in to scour websites and toy stores and any other place that even remotely looks like it might stock one of these ugly dungareed plastic toddlers. It had been by chance that he’d spotted the box tucked away behind the Barbies in this Christmas shopping bombsite of a store. Naturally, he’d lunged for it right away and just as naturally, given his luck, Frank, evidently on much the same mission, had done the same thing at the same time. His delight at unexpectedly seeing his boyfriend had quickly morphed into this quite honestly insane standoff. He wondered at what point in the last three hours that he’d been traipsing through these red and green fluorescent hellmouths that he’d completely lost his mind.
He eyes Frank’s wild expression. Well, at least his misery could have some company.
“You going to explain to Angie why her little boy’s Christmas is ruined?” he demands. His hands tug, ever so slightly, and he’s fairly sure that Frank actually growls. “Come on. Sweetheart…”
“Do not ‘sweetheart’ me. And I’m not afraid of Angie.”
Johnny raises an eyebrow. Frank’s lip purses for a second.
“I’m less afraid of Angie,” he concedes. “Are you willing to break Paola’s heart? I thought I knew you, Johnny.”
It’s a low blow. They’re both aware that Frank’s tiniest cousin is possibly the sweetest little girl on the planet. Disappointing her, Johnny reckons, is probably up there on the list of the greater sins, right between kicking a puppy and changing the Netflix password without warning before going out for the day. Frank, apparently sensing weakness like a goddamn shark senses blood, presses the point.
“I mean, she’s just had that flu, too.” The sincerity on his face would make Johnny slightly skeptical, but he does remember having this conversation with Paola’s stepdad, so the story doesn’t immediately ring false. “It would cheer her up.”
They still aren’t moving. It occurs to Johnny that they might be making a very strange scene in the middle of this store, but a moment later it also occurs to him that if anyone in any of these glitter-clouded aisles has the time to stop and stare at them, which is unlikely in the first place, they’re much more likely to be sympathetic than judgmental. He sighs.
“This is hell,” he says.
“The worst,” Frank agrees.
“Hidey ho! Ha ha ha!” says the doll and both men nearly jump a foot in the air.
“Why do kids like these creepy fucking things?” Johnny demands. “Can you imagine waking up with this thing in bed with you?”
Frank makes a face like he’s considering it for the first time and the dawning horror almost makes up for the thought in the first place.
“I don’t want this in our apartment,” he says after a few moments. “It’s gotta be haunted. We're going to get Anabelled."
A small, slightly rebellious thought occurs to Johnny, and he hears Frank make a questioning noise at whatever emotions are playing out over his face right now.
“I got a suggestion,” he says.
“I’m listening.”
“How about,” Johnny taps his fingers against the plastic. The doll makes that awful laugh again and his skin nearly decides to leave his body, “how about we put this thing back behind” - he checks - “Renewable Energy Engineer Barbie and pretend we never saw it?”
“Can I add to that?”
“Go ahead.”
“Can we put this thing back behind Renewable Energy Engineer Barbie, pretend we never saw it, and go get very, very drunk right now because Christmas shopping is the worst and I would like to no longer be in any circle of Hell?”
Johnny lets go of the box.
Frank shoves it rapidly behind a bunch of Barbies in hard hats and safety vests.
“You’re buying,” Johnny tells him.
It's testament to how fast they're both scurrying out of the store that Frank does not protest.
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Starlight Smut Supercut - Go The Fuck To Sleep (CH13)
Book: Immortal Desires
Pairing: m!Cas x nb!MC (Luca O'Rinn)
Ratings/Warnings: 🔥Explicit🔥 - smut / adult content below the cut!
Words: 2.9K
Summary: Cas discovers Luca is having trouble sleeping, and does something about it
A/N: This is an excerpt from a much larger fic, and part of a smut supercut series. You can find further excerpts in this masterlist
Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations
After that first night with Luca, it was hard for Cas to keep away. He kept telling himself it was out of some sense of duty to the covens that he was showing up to their house for the third night in a row, now — Luca would be better at keeping an eye on his mother if he slept well, and then Terri wouldn’t go blabbing on about “violent creature attacks” and get herself killed. Simple, right?
Cas stared at his murky reflection outside Luca’s bedroom window and knew it was anything but. He was not some well-behaved vamp who did what he was told. That was Adalhard’s shtick. Cas did whatever the fuck he liked.
He was here again because he wanted to be.
He and Luca had stayed up late again last night, talking. Luca had confessed to having a difficult time sleeping over the years, and now Cas wanted nothing more than to make sure the little punk got some decent rest. Luca welcomed him with open arms every time.
‘Cas!’
Luca’s face lit up as he stepped inside. It was addicting. Feeling wanted. Cas shoved his way through the door, kicked off his boots, and settled in beside them. Three nights in and it already felt familiar.
‘What’s on the menu tonight?’ Luca asked. ‘Netflix?’
Cas cocked an eyebrow. ‘What are my options? You offering to feed me, New Kid?’ He snapped his teeth and Luca laughed, aiming a kick at his shins.
‘Oh, shut up. You know what I meant. Idiot.’ Luca’s pulse had spiked, a luscious warmth rising to their cheeks.
Cas couldn’t say he’d never thought about it. Some days he’d catch a hint of Luca’s scent, the cinnamon-caramel-brandy-laced heat of their skin making him think of baked goods and decadent desserts. It was only natural for some instinctive part of him to perk up and wonder if Luca’s blood would taste as rich and sweet as they smelled.
He growled at that part of himself whenever he had those thoughts. Luca was a fucking snack, yeah, but he wasn’t food. Some things were off limits. What if they offered, though? that traitorous part of him whispered, and apparently his cock agreed that that was a very nice image indeed. What if Luca wanted you to feed from them while you pinned them down? Sank your cock inside them at the same time as your fangs?
Abruptly arranging the blankets over his lap in a way he hoped looked natural, Cas settled into their now-familiar routine. They watched the finale of the show Cas had been watching on Netflix, his arm draped across Luca’s shoulders… by which he meant, Cas watched the finale, and Luca, who had no idea who any of the characters were and asked about 4000 questions a minute, amused himself by chatting through the gratuitous explosions and fight scenes and fiddling with Cas’s rings.
Occasionally their hand would drift up to wind behind Cas’s neck, and they would rake their nails across his scalp in a slow, absent-minded caress. As if they just… wanted to touch him. Soothe him. The first time they had done it, Cas’s heart had damn near stopped in his chest. Even now, he insisted the wet, prickling sensation he felt behind his eyes as Luca carded their fingers through his hair was nothing more than tiredness.
It had been so long since anyone had touched him like that. Like they cared. He missed it so much his bones hurt.
Between episodes, the two of them would stop and talk, or Luca would show him something on YouTube. Sometimes, they would just enjoy the silence and each other’s company. It was in one of these moments of shared quiet that Cas heard it again; the abrupt spike as Luca’s heart suddenly began to race, the rolling thunder of blood. He rolled his eyes.
‘What did you just think about?’ he demanded.
Luca’s face was carefully blank. ‘Nothing? I have no idea what you are talking about, I have never had a single thought in my life.’
‘You know,’ Cas gestured at the bed, shoving the laptop aside, ‘this isn’t going to work if you are still so scared of me.’
‘Huh? What do you mean?’
‘I know you said you sleep better when you’re not alone, but don’t you think you’d have an easier time relaxing if you’re not constantly thinking about how easily I can rip your throat out? I know that whole shit show with Adalhard sucked for you, but you’re not in danger around me, alright?’
Luca scoffed. ‘You try getting my brain to shut up. It’s a goddamn circus in there. Run by evil bees who hate me.’ He shifted in Cas’s embrace, turning to look up at him and running gentle fingers along the slope of his jaw. Cas’s heart swelled again. ‘Moot point, anyway. I’m not scared of you.’
‘Pssh, sure you are! I can hear it when your heart rate picks up, you know.’ Cas traced a line from Luca’s neck to his heart and back up again. ‘It’s happening right now. Admit it — you’ve had a target on your back lately, and now here you are, all alone in bed with a bloodthirsty vampire, and it terrifies you.’
Luca sucked in a breath. Cas heard it again; the squeeze and kick of their heartbeat, the velvety rush of blood that followed. For a split second, his fangs pricked against the inside of his lip, before he wrenched himself under control again. Good thing Cas wasn’t a chump. A good Venandi prided themselves on their absolute control of their instincts. It made unleashing that inner wildness during the hunt that much more satisfying.
Cas would never put Luca in danger the way Adalhard had last weekend. Not a fucking chance.
‘Um, Cas,’ Luca said, twisting in his arms to face him more directly. ‘I need you to understand… My heart is very much not racing because I’m in bed with a bloodthirsty vampire. It is racing… because I am. In. Bed. With a bloodthirsty vampire.’
Cas stared at him with eyes turned suddenly silver. Were they saying…?
Luca laughed weakly as Cas’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over their face with a sharp intensity. ‘Yeah, uh… terrified is not quite the word I’d use.’
A slow heat unfurled in Cas’s stomach, like a cat stretching awake from sleep. He grinned. A different kind of hunt, then. Oh, he could work with that.
Cas’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. ‘What word would you use?’
Shifting, he pushed Luca back against the pillows so he could hover above them. He saw, with no small amount of satisfaction, that their pupils were blown wide. Cas all but purred, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
‘Not… terrified…?’ Luca said.
‘Mmm,’ Cas said, bending to suck a kiss into the slender column of Luca’s throat. They swore on a startled huff of breath, their fingers clenching on the fabric of his t-shirt. ‘What word? Tell me.’
‘Cas.’ Luca slid their palms up Cas’s sides to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer as he laved his tongue over their skin. ‘Oh god…’
‘If you’re not scared… and you’re not tired…’ Cas teased, dragging his lips up Luca’s neck to nip at their lower lip, ‘then how exactly are you feeling? I’m not gonna know unless you say it, you know.’
Luca gave a snarl that quickly turned into a choked moan as Cas pressed closer, rubbing his thigh between their legs. ‘Christ… frustrated! I am feeling frustrated now, you absolute demon! Not to mention rock hard, and about ten seconds away from murder if you don’t kiss me soon, Cas, I swear to god—’
Laughter filled Cas’s chest as he captured Luca’s mouth in a kiss, grinding his hips against theirs in slow circles. His kiss was slow, teasing, as he coaxed a moan from Luca’s throat, his tongue wet and intent. Tracing a hand down their body, Cas stroked his fingers along the bulge where Luca’s cock strained against their sweatpants. Their hips bucked into his touch.
‘Yes, Cas, please…’
Cas sucked their lip into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop. ‘Please what?’
‘Touch me.’ Luca swallowed. ‘I want to feel your hands on me, Cas, please—’
As soon as the words were out of their mouth, Cas was moving, tugging at the waistband of Luca’s sweatpants to shove them down his thighs. Luca twisted beneath him; Cas pulled back just long enough to allow them to shrug out of their shirt before he crushed himself back against Luca’s chest again, their skin silky and flushed. Snaking a hand between their bodies, Cas wrapped his hand around Luca’s cock and stroked, firm and confident.
‘Fuck!’ Luca gasped, burying their head in the crook of Cas’s neck and biting down hard. Cas jolted, the sensation sending a lick of heat straight up his spine. Luca’s arms wound around him, shoving up Cas’s shirt to rake their nails lightly across his back. Cas groaned, and Luca repeated the motion, harder.
‘I could get very used to having you underneath me, you know,’ Cas murmured. Luca’s eyes darted from Cas’s lips to his neck to his eyes, as if they couldn’t take in enough of him at once and wanted more, infinitely more, as their body pressed into his touch, hot and needy. Cas glowed under the attention. Luca’s mouth found his and then they were kissing again, furiously. Wanting to take his time, Cas shifted his touch to featherlight strokes that left Luca squirming. He squeezed the base of their cock and they moaned directly into his mouth.
He bent to Luca’s neck again, their skin hot with a light sheen of perspiration, tasting of salt and faintly —curiously— of tart apples. Winding his fingers into their hair, Cas tugged sharply, further exposing the slope of their neck and making them cry out in pleasure. Confidence bloomed low in Cas’s stomach, Luca’s pleasure soothing something possessive in him, every sound they made beneath his touch one he knew he’d remember with smug satisfaction for a long, long time.
He rubbed his thumb beneath the head of Luca’s cock, tantalising strokes that kept them right on the edge, pleased when Luca fucked up into his hand, desperate, already leaking a bead of precome down Cas’s fingers. The music of their pulse drumming in his ears, Cas released them entirely to pull back from the bed, one foot on the floor as he leant over Luca’s trembling body. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin. Gorgeous, Cas thought, his head roaring. So beautiful and warm and mine.
Luca whined at the loss of contact and tried to move up onto his elbows, but Cas stopped him, wrapping a hand around his throat and shoving him back down onto the pillows, hard. Luca’s eyes widened, and a dazed smile flitted across their face.
‘Uh-uh. You stay right there,’ Cas said, pinning them firmly in place. Then, because he wanted to check in, he asked ‘Is this okay?’
He’d ask first before treating them any rougher than this, next time. Next time, Cas thought. Damn. The thought of doing this again, doing more with Luca, had Cas growing almost painfully hard. Fortunately, Luca was just as into Cas pinning him down he was.
‘Fuck yes,’ Luca breathed. ‘Don’t stop.’
Kneeling with one knee on the bed, one hand still wrapped around Luca’s throat as their blood pulsed hot and rich beneath their skin, Cas resumed stroking Luca’s cock — slow at first, then picking up to a steady rhythm that had their stomach clenching and unclenching in a hypnotic ripple of lean, dancer’s muscle.
Oh, but Cas could look at Luca like this for hours. A flush had spread across their chest, darkening their nipples to such a dusky pink that Cas couldn’t resist flicking his tongue over one, needing to feel it against his mouth. Luca’s moan turned to a keening cry. He scattered kisses and tiny, tender bites across his chest, across the slope of his neck, across every inch of skin laid out before him like a dream. Luca’s hands scrabbled at the hem of Cas’s t-shirt, but Cas tugged them gently away.
‘Not yet. Tonight is about you.’ Another languid kiss against Luca’s ribs, his tongue swirling against their inked skin. ‘Tell me what you want. More of this?’ Cas added a little twist as his hand stroked over the head of Luca’s cock, and was rewarded with a whimper. ‘Or do you want something else?’ He kissed a path lower, eyes flicking up to Luca in question.
Luca carded their fingers through his hair. ‘I —nngh, god— I want that, I do, but…’ Luca groaned, hips rocking into his touch. ‘Cas, if you suck me off right now I think I’ll die.’
Cas’s laughter was a burning thing, smug pride and lazy possessiveness stoking the flames in his chest. Luca was his to bring to pleasure, his to touch, to taste. The sound of his name on their lips as he moaned and begged was everything Cas never knew he needed.
Luca was his. Cas was never giving him up.
‘We can wait,’ Cas said. ‘I’ll make you come with my mouth some time soon. And until I do, I’ll think about it every fucking time I look at you.’
He focussed his efforts with his hand as Luca cried out beneath him, and Cas knew he was driving them right up to the edge. Shifting his strokes in a way that had their spine arching against the bed, Cas bit down on Luca’s lip, drawing it into his mouth for another hotly wet kiss.
‘Holy shit, holy shit yes, just like that,’ Luca panted, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Cas’s.
‘Mmmm.’ Cas stilled his movements for a lingering heartbeat, and Luca’s mouth popped open in surprise. Their hands flew up to cling to Cas’s wrist where he still held them pinned. Cas squeezed the hand around Luca’s neck, feeling their pulse hammering beneath his fingertips, breaking the suspense to work his hand over Luca’s length once more.
Once, twice; with a few final strokes, Luca cried out, orgasm slamming into them as their body bowed in pleasure. Come spilled down Cas’s fingers, painting wet streaks across Luca’s abdomen, and their fingers squeezed tight around his wrist as if Cas’s hold on their neck was the only thing keeping them from shattering apart entirely. Luca lay there gasping, tension humming in their muscles, their face still clenched in the exquisite throes of his release, before they sagged heavily into the mattress with a breathy moan, throwing an arm over their face.
Cas grinned as Luca mumbled something that sounded vaguely like his name, and “oh my god”, and a jumbled string of curse words. Uncurling Luca’s clenched fingers, Cas dropped a kiss onto their palm. His gaze was heavy-lidded and content as he watched Luca come down from that heady place of pleasure. He nuzzled another kiss against their neck, breathing in the cinnamon scent of their skin.
‘Seems a shame to clean you up when you look so pretty like this,’ Cas drawled, tracing a finger down the line of Luca’s hipbone through the wet streaks on their skin, ‘but the whole point was to get you to sleep well, and I don’t really think you’ll be able to do that if you’re covered in come.’
Luca raised a heavy hand, pointing vaguely toward the pillows where he’d tossed his shirt. Cas chuckled. Grabbing the shirt, he stroked the fabric over Luca’s skin, cleaning him up as best he could as a few final shudders coursed through his body, before crossing the room to toss the shirt in the laundry hamper. Luca managed to tug his sweatpants back on, but still he reached for Cas when he rejoined him in bed, fingertips dancing along the waistband of his jeans.
Cas stilled their wandering hands once more. ‘Nuh-uh. I already said — tonight’s about you.’
Luca whined in complaint, but the effect was undercut entirely as they yawned and snuggled deeper into the pillows.
‘I know, I know.’ Cas chuckled. ‘But right now, you gotta sleep.’ He wrapped the blankets around Luca’s shoulder.
‘Caaaas…’
‘Go’ —Cas pressed a kiss to the hollow of Luca’s collarbone— ‘the fuck’ —another kiss on the corner of their mouth— ‘to sleep.’ The last kiss he dropped to the top of Luca’s head right as their eyes fluttered closed.
Cas waited as the seconds became minutes, and Luca’s breathing grew slower. Steadier. Their face was peaceful, their lips slightly parted, and Cas felt a sudden pinch in his chest, right below his sternum. Fuck, they were precious. Luca made him feel things he didn’t know how to handle, didn’t know how to name, just that they were big and loud and he wanted to yell about them sometimes. He didn’t have the words to describe the gift that was Luca’s trust. The fact that he could lower his guard like this around someone as dangerous as Cas? Treat him like a person worthy of care, and fall asleep so readily in his embrace? It was amazing. And nothing Cas thought he’d ever have.
‘G’night, babe.’
Brushing the hair from Luca’s forehead, Cas kissed them again, tugging the blankets a little higher across their chest. Then he slipped from the bed as gently as he could manage, padding away on silent feet to shut the bedroom door behind him. A smile stole across his face, an ocean tide sparkling on a moonlit shore, and for the first time in a very, very long time, Cas felt like he was going to be okay.
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thighs........
a/n: aizawa is a thigh man, u cannot change my mind. thank u. i had trouble w his character at first but it got a lot easier as i went on lol
warnings: daddy kink, SMUT 18+ Please, d/s dynamics, thighfucking, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, fingering
You hummed softly, stretching out your legs on your couch and selecting “next episode” on Netflix. Your boyfriend would be home from his teaching job soon. You were dressed in one of his long-sleeved shirts and panties. Your job as a sidekick had shorter hours than his, so you were always home in time to shower and relax before he came home.
You’d opened a bottle of wine, and took a sip from your glass as you absently watched the TV. Aizawa opened the door and took off his shoes and coat. He closed the door behind himself and walked over to you, kissing the top of your head. “Anything new happen today?”
You shrugged, offering him your wine glass. “Just a few purse snatchers. How were the kids?”
He took a sip and shrugged. “They were the same. Annoying.”
You chuckled a bit and took your glass back, nodding to the table. “Take some for yourself.”
He sat on the couch and poured himself a glass of wine. You slid your legs into his lap and kept watching your show. His fingers traced over your smooth thigh gently. “You shaved today.”
You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
He hummed, gripping your thigh gently. “Feels nice.”
You hummed. “You’re such a leg man.”
He chuckled, and you felt his cock swelling under your thigh. You shifted a little, teasing him. “What, too excited?”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on.”
He pulled you into his lap, hands sliding down your sides. He kissed you, slow and heavy, and you kissed back. Your legs settled on either side of him as you slid your tongue against his. He groaned, hips shifting up to grind on your pussy. You could feel yourself getting wet.
You hummed and pulled back, standing and starting to walk away. Aizawa tried to pull you back, but you slipped away with a giggle. “You can have me if you can get me.”
He clicked his tongue, grabbing for your wrist again. “Someone feels like a brat today.”
You licked your lips. “Maybe.”
Suddenly, you were pinned to the floor, your ass in the air and Aizawa holding your head down. You gasped, and he chuckled. “I’m still a pro, babydoll.”
He leaned down, hot breath washing over your ear. “Don’t fuck with me.”
You nodded, and he chuckled. “Good. But I think you deserve some punishment.”
His free hand slid between your legs. He rubbed your cunt through your panties and chuckled. “I can feel how soaked you are. Little tease.”
He straightened up, still holding down your head, and pulled his hand away. You heard his belt unbuckling, and whimpered. He chuckled. “Relax. Daddy’s just gonna use your cute thighs.”
The warm, slick head of his cock nudged at your thighs, and you heard him gasp a bit. “Good girl.”
He pushed between your smooth legs. You could feel his precum dripping all over your skin, and clenched your thighs together. “Daddy-“
He growled. “You’ll take what I give you.”
The warning was enough to keep you quiet until he started to thrust. The head of his cock nudged your clit just enough to spark through your body, and you whined. “Daddy, please-“
His hand came down on your ass with a loud slap and a sharp pain. “Shut the fuck up.”
You mewled, your body trembling. “Daddy-“
His hand fisted itself in your hair and yanked you up to press against his chest. “What the fuck did I just say?”
His thrusts between your thighs were getting rough, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the apartment. You whimpered, “I want your cock-“
His hand closed around your throat. “Now the little slut wants to cum. Huh? Now you want my cock?”
You nodded, gasping. He groaned softly. “Your little pussy is leaking all over my cock. I can feel it through your panties.”
The hand in your hair let go and slid down your stomach to dip into your panties. He swirled his fingers around your cunt. “So fucking soaked.”
He began to rub tight, slick circles around your clit, and you mewled. “Daddy, yes- Thank you-“
He purred. “You’re welcome.”
He was still thrusting between your thighs, and you could feel his cock throbbing against your skin. He kept rubbing your clit, and you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “D-Daddy-“
He growled, “Gonna cum?”
You nodded, and he snarled. “Then cum for me.”
You trembled, then you felt your orgasm slam into you hard. You saw stars, and your toes curled. “Daddy- I’m cumming!”
Aizawa let out a moan, burying his face into your shoulder. Your pussy pulsed and gushed all over his fingers as you shook and bucked in his arms. You felt warmth pulsing over your thighs, and realized hazily that he was cumming too.
He worked you through your orgasm, both of you breathing heavily. You finally shuddered and pulled away. He kissed your cheek. “I liked that.”
You nodded, leaning into him. “You made a mess, though.”
He smirked. “I can fix that.”
You hummed softly. “Still horny?”
He pressed his still-hard cock against your ass. “You tell me.”
You giggled softly. “I think you should just fuck me and worry about cleanup later.”
He purred in your ear. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He scooped you up, carrying you into the bedroom. You kissed his cheek. “I love you.”
He brushed your noses together. “I love you too.”
He laid you down on the bed, surveying the damage he’d done. “You look damn good with cum on your thighs.”
You laughed softly. “Perv.”
He shook his head. “You like it.”
He tied his hair back into a messy knot, some strands falling into his face. You smiled up at him. “Come here.”
He leaned down and kissed you, his hands sliding up your thighs. He pushed his shirt up and off you, leaving you in cum-stained panties. You sat up, breaking the kiss and tugging at his shirt. “Come on. Off.”
He chuckled and pulled off his shirt, then pushed his pants down and off. “So impatient.”
He leaned back in, kissing and nibbling your tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned softly. “Daddy-”
You pulled him back into a kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Come here.”
He shifted a bit and slid inside you with a soft groan, nipping at your lip. “Damn, you feel good.”
You moaned softly and leaned your head back, pulling him in close. “I love it when you fuck me.”
He started to fuck you slowly, his cock dragging deliciously against your sensitive cunt. “Yeah, you love it when Daddy fucks you?”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I love your cock, Daddy-”
He growled and started to kiss your neck, his tongue slipping over your skin. You whined, dragging your nails down his back. “Daddy- Shouta-!”
He moaned, his hips moving faster. You cried out, clenching down on him. He gasped. “Fuck, baby- You feel so good- Gonna-”
You whimpered, “Cum inside me-”
He buried himself deep into you with a growl, and you could feel him pulsing inside you. You held him tight as he mumbled sweet nothings, kissing your neck and cheeks.
He relaxed slowly, letting his weight down on you. You smiled and closed your eyes. He shifted and looked up. “Did you get to cum?”
You shook your head, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”
He chuckled. “You know it’s not.”
Aizawa sat up and scooted down the bed, pulling your thighs over his shoulders. “Just relax, baby.”
You nodded and laid back, sighing softly. He licked up your pussy slowly, his tongue dragging over your sensitive clit. He pulled back a little and smirked. “You taste good with my cum dripping from your cunt.”
You pushed at his head gently. “Get back to licking.”
He shook his head and kept lapping at your clit, little kitten licks sending sparks through your body. They built fast. After a few minutes, you were shuddering and whimpering with every lick, and Aizawa was growling into you. You gripped his hair. “Daddy- Gonna-”
He grunted, and you curled around his head as you came hard. Pleasure washed through you as your orgasm wracked your body. “Daddy- Fuck-”
He kept licking until you were shuddering with overstimulation and pulled him away. He grinned at you. “Told you it mattered.”
You nodded, panting softly. “That was good.”
He collapsed on the bed next to you and kissed you. He tasted like cum. You moaned softly and pulled him close. “I love you.”
He hummed and laid his head on your chest. “Love you too.”
You stroked his hair, feeling peaceful.
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what it’s like to date felix from stray kids (based on my assumptions)
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─ • OVERALL:
“honey! i made you cookies!” (this is expected obviously)
does a lot of grandiose yet still secret gestures, like order flowers to your door without telling you
cuddles !!! holy crap i can’t stress this enough !!!
your relationship is so affectionate and romantic - it’s actually a kdrama, with a tad more westernization
*you obsessing over his silky voice*
“y/n? are you listening?” “sorry, what? say it again, babe, i couldn’t quite hear..”
looooves stroking your hair and playing with it
he’ll even make you sit down on the floor as he’s above you on the couch and will braid or brush your hair as you guys watch a movie
and you’ll paint his nails and do face masks and all of that
you guys were best friends before being lovers, and that’s always been visible in your relationship
you’d be talking shit about the same people, too, and it would get soooo dramatic
“do you even know what she said to me today?” you’d say as you stood up from the couch and raised your arms
“what did she say?” felix sat at the edge of his seat with widened eyes as he awaited your response
can’t go to sleep unless you’re with him (which makes sleeping on tour incredibly hard)
helps you with your revision and homework if you’re in school, and helps you to sort emails and paperwork if you’re older than that
you’d come to his practices with bags of food for all the boys and they’d cheer
you’re the literal mom of the group
and you’re in the stray kids group chats too
honestly your relationship is so wholesome and sweet and gentle with just enough playfulness and passion that it’s such an ideal example for everyone else
─ • DATES YOU GO ON:
prefers the typical late night Netflix session since he barely has any time to lounge, and prefers to lounge with you
or you go out to get takeaway from a nearby kebab place or something, fully in your sweats and jumpers
rarely it’s a fancy outing, but when it happens, he wears a white dress shirt that you always end up in at the end of the night
but yeah, video game competitions, snacks, and fuzzy socks
bro like a grocery shopping trip is a date (he’ll make you ride the shopping cart and film you fall over and then ditch the isle in laughter)
(but he will come pick you up afterwards and pretend to fall to lessen the embarrassment)
(because he cares)
─ • PET NAMES:
“babyyy” “sweetieeee” a lot of those sweet little nicknames that really make your heart thump
also a lot of ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’
i see you calling him ‘kitten’ often which he secretly adored but it makes him blush every time
he has you in his phone as ‘sweetheart <3’ which is just so gay and so cute
─ • WHILE ON TOUR:
honestly, the kid’s so focused on work he barely had time to pick up his phone :(
he tries his best to respond to everything, but he really, really can’t
yet, that means that when he comes back home from tour the time spent together will be so much more special (you two lowkey love missing each other)
he will buy so many little gifts and souvenirs and keep a few stray posters and merchandise pieces he found for when he greets you again
the company allowed him to talk to you on the V-Live app since that’s when you’d tune in for sure, and he would have full blown conversations with you just through chat (or try to)
that’s also when when people found out you two were a thing, and the internet went crazy, but that’s a different story
but yeah, tour felix is on constant ‘do not disturb’ mode, but i promise you that he misses you every passing second
─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:
felix HATES to argue and so do you, especially since he has the tendency to make faces and roll his eyes a LOT
“felix, could you please stop being so childish?” “only if you do it first” - you see what i’m talking about?
he does try to be reasonable but often fails, so arguments could get out of hand
they don’t happen often but there are times where you find yourself being sassy and shady for a minute or so, then forget about it
very pouty and whiny if it’s not that serious, but that can easily turn to groans and exclamations if the boy gets riled up
can say things he doesn’t mean because he’s still learning how to balance and compromise and understand
but the way you’ll make up is usually by felix coming to you first
whether you’ve come to visit his practice room or you’re just chilling on the couch, felix will solemnly walk towards you and pressing his forehead against your shoulder, waiting for you to hug him
if you don’t, he knew he fucked up, but most times you do, and then you’ll talk it out
gosh he’s so scared to lose you please don’t leave ;(
─ • NSFW:
in my eyes, the boy’s a switch
could go from soft to hard, dom to sub, whines to growls at any time but mostly based on your commands and preferences for the night
once he’s done he’ll often collapse on you, out of breath, and you guys would just lie there for a bit, enjoying the weight and contact of your bodies in heat
he’s the type to take off and put on your clothes back on you, but very very gently
would also bring up water and a shirt of his as part of aftercare
also very down for experiments (daddy/mommy, pet play, bondage, blindfolds, ice cubes...you name it)
loves being a sub though (and will probably let you peg him let’s be honest here)
(and maid dresses)
(and cat ears and leashes and stockings and skirts)
would also hold your hand throughout
DEFINITELY has a sadistic side!! you’ve seen his smirks on stage? how feisty he is with the members??? it’s very deep down and he barely knows it's there himself but it is there
equally masochistic, his eyes are begging for you to slap him
if you’re asking for it, and have really gotten on his nerves that day, he’ll degrade you with “my dumb little pup” and ��nothing but a cumslut” “all you are is a toy”
but of course, at the end he’ll say he didn’t mean it, even though you already know that
wouldn’t end the night without telling you how much he loves you while cradling you in his arms whilst falling asleep
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Love and Admiration Part 36- Man of Your Dreams
18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader
Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.
Warnings for dry humping, dom/sub themes, praise kink, oral (female receiving)
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The door to Bakugo’s apartment is unlocked for you so you walk in as soon as you arrive before locking it back behind you. You’re surprised to find the apartment silent, having expected at the very least the sound of the tv going or perhaps of Katsuki cooking in the kitchen. You wander around his apartment in search of him, flicking on some of the light switches since the only light seems to be coming from the sunset through the large bay windows on the far wall. You’re about to flick the lights on in the living room when you finally spot Katsuki and suck in a breath. He’s fallen asleep on his couch, clad in gray joggers and the hoodie you bought him. The black “Are you still watching?” message from Netflix on the tv indicates he must’ve fallen asleep while watching something and it makes a warm fondness bloom in your chest.
You step further into the living room, reaching for the remote and then turning off the tv before moving to sit on the floor in front of the couch. The golden and red orange light from the setting sun plays through his hair and dances over his features. He looks so gentle like this and you can’t help but try to commit the image to memory. You’re not at all surprised he’s exhausted, he’d worked an early morning shift again and has still been recovering from the sleepless nights he’d had when you two were fighting. You’re happy to see that the bags under his eyes are finally fading and you can’t resist the temptation to reach out and press a gentle kiss to his forehead before carding your fingers through his hair. You’re not sure how long you sit there just combing your fingers through the blonde strands and drinking in the sight of him, but eventually he stirs slightly. He sighs into your touch, the only indication at first that he’s woken up at all, before his eyes finally flutter open, crimson irises meeting your (y/e/c) ones. They slip shut almost immediately afterwards as he reaches to pull you onto the couch. “C’mere Princess,” he mutters sleepily and how could you possibly refuse when he looks so soft? So you allow him to pull you on top of him, one arm wrapping around your waist as you pillow your head against his chest. “You like watchin’ me sleep, huh?” he asks, voice rough and deeper than normal since he’s only just woken up. “I do. You looked like you were having a good dream,” you hum. “I was,” comes his easy reply as his hand rubs circles into your back. “I’m sorry I woke you then.” “Don’t be. I was dreaming of you,” he admits, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. You pull back so you can look at him properly, searching his face for a sign he’s messing with you. “You’re kidding,” you say incredulously but that only makes the smug and sleepy smirk on his face grow wider as he shakes his head. “I’m not. The reality is much better though,” he says before leaning up to press a kiss to your lips.
All of the warmth that had been filling you while you’d watched him and then processed his sweet words overflows now, spilling into the gentle kiss you two share. Slowly the kiss starts to turn heated as you open your mouth to allow his tongue inside to tangle with yours. You feel the moment his dick starts to take an interest, gradually starting to harden as his hands roam underneath your shirt to slide along your bare waist. Soon he flips the two of you over so you’re pinned beneath him, grinding his hips down against you in a way that has both of you groaning into each other’s mouths. There’s no rush to your actions though as he continues to grind down into you and you cant your hips up to meet his. He drops his mouth from your lips to your neck, nipping the delicate skin there before soothing it with his tongue, making sure to leave marks. One of your hands grasps at his back, urging his hips to continue their rhythm but the other tangles into his hair as you gasp at the continued attention. You eventually tug him back up to meet your lips again and when you next roll your hips up to meet his you’re delighted at the low keening moan it wrenches from his throat. His hips start to stutter in their rhythm, a sign he’s getting close to his climax, so he starts to pull back but you push down on his back and bring your hips up to encourage him to keep going. You separate your lips from his only to bring it to the shell of his ear. “Don’t stop, want you to cum for me,” you whisper and you can tell by the shiver that runs through him and the muttered curse that drops from his lips that he’s going to listen.
When you grind your hips up again, Katsuki eagerly meets you halfway, the fabric of his sweatpants providing extra friction against his weeping cock. “You’re being such a good boy for me Katsuki,” you praise and it only seems to spur him on more as more curses spill from his lips and he continues to hump against your leg. “F-fuck Princess, I’m gonna-“ he whines. “Do it,” you reply, “let go for me baby.” He grinds against you one final time before he’s spilling his load into his sweatpants with a strangled cry, darkening the gray fabric. “Shit,” he huffs breathlessly as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Think you can make your Princess feel good now too?” you ask coyly. “Fuck yes,” he all but growls before kissing you until you’re as breathless as he is as he encourages you to slide further up the couch so you can lean your back against the arm of it. He then settles himself between your legs, watching hungrily as he pulls your bottoms and panties down to reveal your dripping sex. He wastes no time burying his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe along your folds before slipping his tongue into your pussy. “Shit, just like that. Feels so good,” you groan as his tongue drags along your inner walls. His rough palms keep your legs spread for him as you slowly start to fall apart above him. “You’re doing so well Katsuki, fuck. Right there,” you moan, your head falling back as your own climax draws nearer. One of his hands leaves your thigh to press circles into your sensitive clit and it doesn’t take long after that for your orgasm to come rushing over you with a cry of his name.
As you come down he presses kisses to your inner thigh before finally leaning up to kiss your lips again. “Such a good boy,” you coo breathlessly. The growl you get in response makes you laugh as Katsuki’s cheeks and ears turn pink. “Since when did you start giving orders?” he asks. “Since I realized you might actually listen. You’re pretty cute when you follow instructions,” you tease. “Watch it, Princess,” he growls in warning, fire sparking in his ruby red irises. “Or what?” you tease. He’s about to show you exactly how he intends to teach you a lesson when you’re both startled by a pounding at the door. “Yo lovebirds, It’s party time!” you hear Mina shout from the other side and you can’t help but laugh as Katsuki groans, his forehead falling to rest on your collar. “One second!” you call back, which only makes your boyfriend growl again. “C’mon, you know if we don’t hurry up she’ll melt down the door,” you laugh, pushing gently at Katsuki’s shoulders to encourage him to climb off the couch. “Fine, but I’m teaching you a fucking lesson later,” he huffs, nipping the skin at the base of your neck to emphasize his point before finally climbing off you. You hurry to pull back on your panties and bottoms as Bakugo moves to answer the door. “Wait!” you call out suddenly, lunging forward to catch his arm before he can get too far. “What? You’re the one who said Raccoon Eyes would melt my door,” he points out with a raised eyebrow. “I mean yea but maybe I should grab the door while you change?” you offer, pointedly looking down to the stain he’d left on his sweatpants earlier before meeting his eyes again. He curses under his breath, face turning a vibrant shade of red as he recalls the mess he’d made of his pants. “I’ll be back,” he grumbles before storming off towards his room and you can’t help but to laugh before the sound of Mina pounding on the door again has you making yourself presentable and rushing to answer it.
You hurry to fling the door open to find your friends on the other side, grinning with excitement and many carrying their own contributions to the alcohol stash for the night. You let them in and guide them to the kitchen to drop their cargo before you greet them all eagerly with hugs and excitement. Midoriya, Denki, and Kirishima especially give you a warm welcome since they hadn’t seen you at all since the last hang and don’t get to talk to you nearly as much as Shinso and the girls do. By the time you’ve finished saying hello, you’re alerted to Bakugo’s return by his arms wrapping carefully around your waist. “I guess you guys had fun waiting for us,” Shinso deadpans as he leans casually against the kitchen counter. “No idea what you’re talking about,” you shrug, leaning back into Katsuki’s warm embrace. “So the new hickeys on your neck just spontaneously appeared?” he asks, amusement evident in his smirk as you try to sputter out an excuse despite obviously being flustered. “We were having a lot of fun before you guys showed up. If you wanna fuck off-“ “Katsuki!” you interrupt him scandalized although your friends seem to find it infinitely more amusing than you do. They tease the two of you for awhile, even as drinks start to get poured and the party starts to begin in earnest, especially once they realize Bakugo is wearing the Mercury hoodie, but it’s all in good fun. In all honesty it warms your heart a little to have this. You can’t help but be struck by how lucky you are to finally have the man of your dreams and friends that support your relationship so wholeheartedly.
As the others start to move the party out of the kitchen, Katsuki holds you back before spinning you in his arms to face him. “I’m not fucking you in the kitchen when our friends are literally in the other room,” you say immediately, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. “That’s not why I held you back idiot,” he huffs. “Oh! What is it then?” you ask, slightly sheepish. “You just seemed deep in thought ‘s all. You good?” he asks brusquely. A fond smile spreads over your face. “I’m more than good, I’m perfect. I was just thinking how glad I am to finally have you,” you explain happily. “Yea?” “Yea.” “Good. Me too.” When he slots your lips together this time you both know it’s more than just a simple kiss.
It’s also a silent promise of forever.
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Hero of the Swamp (Shrek x Jaskier)
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Pairing: Shrek x Netflix!Jaskier (Julian Alfred Pankratz/Dandelion)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2893
POV: Third
Summary: After being left on the mountain, Jaskier finds himself lost in the swamp and in need of warmth and comfort.
Note: Y’all can thank @spielzeugkaiser and their amazing art for this. Sorry for the sloppy edit, but I really was not going to put even more time into this sinful work.
Tags: I’ve been a bad boy daddy forgive me father fore I have sinned, pre-movies Shrek, post-mountain Jaskier, angst, fluff, Shrek’s huge dong, size kink, cum shower, monster cock, blowjobs, rimming, cum eating and Shrek has emotions ok
The growls of monsters lurking in the forest rolled over the muddy forest grounds and reached Jaskier’s icy ears. He shivered in both terror and response to the temperature. He told himself he could get off that mountain on his own, but who was he kidding? His frigid ears caught something in the dark. The bard bolted off the path, then later found himself in the middle of nowhere, chilled to the bone, disoriented, and, to be honest, frightened.
He was looking for a path, but even that seemed to not be present anywhere in the vicinity. Jaskier rubbed his trembling hands together and walked on. Jaskier thought he should at last find some shelter from the wind. Just as he was about to settle for a random tree, he noticed light in the distance, warm like fire, inviting him and promising warmth and shelter.
The fatigued bard all but ran towards it, the signs around the perimeter unnoticed in the dark. His boots sunk into the mud of the swamp, but he had his eyes set on the house-like structure in the middle of the swamp. He could not believe anyone wanted to live in this stinky place, but right now this someone was about to be his saviour. Once at what he assumed to be the door, he knocked on it. When there was no answer he knocked again. There were some angry, heavy footsteps, before the door opened.
Before him stood a massive humanoid, skin green like peas, frame built like Geralt who preferred cake over his nasty potions. “Eh, good evening, sir,” Jaskier tried. If it was living in a house, it must be intelligent to some extent… right? “Could you please spare some place for a weary traveller?” The green creature did not look nice, even without its facial expressions. Some tension left its body after the question. Jaskier recognised it as a hint of confusion. “I’m afraid I’ll freeze to death if I don’t warm myself by a fire.”
“No, get out of my swamp,” the creature spoke. It sounded like it was from Skellige. It was about to retreat into its home, but Jaskier put his foot between the door.
“Please, I’ll die out here,” he spoke dramatically, hoping for pity so he’d have a roof over his head tonight. He was not sure if he should try his luck with this creature, but at least it could speak. Wraiths had said less words, before trying to slice him.
“Not my problem. Get out of my swamp. The only way you get close to my fire is when I roast you over it.”
“Oh please, you don’t mean that.”
Jaskier had barely finished speaking, when the green man grabbed him by his doublet and pulled him close. His breath stank of swamp water and fish. His mouth was wide and Jaskier was pretty sure he would fit inside there. The bard felt like he should be terrified, but underneath a thin layer of leather and cloth, there was warmth radiating off pear skin. He wanted to lean into it, thaw. What inhibited his survival skills further, where those eyes glaring into his. Under bushy eyebrows rested two brown pools of warm broth. He heard the green man roar into his face that he needed to leave, because he was an ogre and he was going to eat him, but it was hard to believe him.
Within those eyes that were so close to his, the ogre told the story of a creature that wanted to be alone, because alone was safe, alone was comfortable, alone was all he was used to. Jaskier never knew that, but after today, he understood why one would think that.
“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”
It stung, more than anything had caused him to ache in ages. Jaskier could feel the urge to never make friends again, never love again, never lust after one he could not have. However, he refused. It was pain that made life worth living. Without pain, bliss did not feel as good as it did. The rain made sunlight so much more appreciated. The cold made fire so much more precious. The monsters made the witcher so much more valuable.
The human knew this, but the ogre holding him up by his doublet did not. Jaskier had wished for pity, but he pitied the other now. He clumsily threw his arms around the ogre and hugged him tightly. The ogre stopped yelling at him. Jaskier could feel the muscles against his body tensing up. The hand holding him loosened and he threw his legs around the ogre too, holding on and hugging him tightly. “You don’t have to be alone. I don’t fear you,” Jaskier spoke gently.
“I am an ogre.”
“And if you were really malicious I would not still be breathing. Please, just for one night. There are all sorts of dangers out in these swamps, especially at night. I just want to stay alive.”
Jaskier could hear the ogre letting out a long sigh. “Fine,” he spoke, “but you have to be gone tomorrow.” Jaskier let him go, but not after planting a delighted kiss on the rough skin of the ogre’s cheek.
“Thank you so much,” the bard exclaimed. He slipped inside, before the ogre could change his mind. The inside of the hollowed out tree looked cozy. It stank like hell, but he was in the middle of the swamp; what did he expect? “Do you like music? I have little to give you, but I am a bard.” Jaskier held up his lute as he grabbed the chair that had no food in front of it. One look at the giant slug on a plate and he was pretty sure he did not want to have any food. Jaskier pulled the chair a little closer to the fire and sat down with his lute in his lap. It seemed rather strange that there were two hand-crafted chairs, while the ogre seemed to be so keen on being alone. “Oh and you can call me Jaskier, by the by. What may I call you, my hero from the swamp?”
The ogre looked at him a little annoyed as he closed the door and sat back down to finish his dinner. “Uh… Shrek. You can play, but don’t sing.” Jaskier let the name roll off his tongue, before playing a calming tune. He didn’t speak, just let his fingers do their thing as he processed all that happened during the day, well it was actually more just those few minutes that haunted his mind. Each one of Geralt’s words cutting into his soul. “Eh… Jaskier?” Jaskier was pulled from his thoughts when Shrek spoke his name. He shook his head, before looking at Shrek. “You don't seem to be… you… you seem sad, well, what I mean is… I never heard such a depressing tune.”
Jaskier faked a smile. “My apologies, good sir. I’ll play you a happier tune, if you wish.” He diverted his eyes to the fingerboard, blinking away the tears he suddenly noticed pooling in his eyes.
“No, you don’t have to. I prefer silence, anyway.” Jaskier looked up and noticed Shrek had finished eating. He stood up and started cleaning up. “You can sleep on my good chair.” Jaskier followed the ogre’s gaze to the fauteuil in the corner. He nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He had slept on forest floors with Geralt. This was more luxury than a regular day with the witcher.
Shrek had some board and card games, which he seemed to enjoy to play. Jaskier wondered if Shrek usually played these games on his own or if he hosted guests more often. Neither seemed likely, since the games seemed to have gone untouched for at least a decade, if not longer. They shared a few laughs. Shrek turned out to be more fun company than Jaskier would ever have expected from an ogre. His jokes were terrible and sometimes a little insensitive, but he so clearly meant well. It was clear Shrek was not used to talking or any social interactions. He spoke like a young man still trying to figure out what was socially acceptable to say and what was not. Still, he was trying and Jaskier welcomes the vivid chatting.
When they got tired, Jaskier curled up on the comfortable fauteuil by the fire. Shrek had draped a shirt of his over the human. It stank and was dirty, but it was warm and Jaskier was still low key afraid of getting kicked out to sleep in the mud, so he didn’t voice a single word of complaint. In the silence of the night with no one to talk to, words that were already spoken returned to his mind. Jaskier tried to block them out, but they bit at his brain, keeping him awake and drawing tears from his eyes. He curled further in on himself, trying to stay quiet as he sobbed into his hands. It just hurt so much to be discarded like he was nothing but a nuisance. Was that all he was? He was sure his songs brought joy in taverns, but right now the unlikely and unrealistic idea that everyone just pretended to have a good time was so overwhelming.
The bard flinched when he felt a huge hand on his shoulder and arm. He looked up to find Shrek hanging over him in nothing but his smalls. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the ogre clearly wasn’t good with words. “I’m fine, Shrek,” Jaskier lied as he wiped the tears off his face, “I’ll just find the nearest town tomorrow and fuck the pain away.” The words had already left him, when he realised how that might sound. “And I’ll do that tomorrow, not because I think you’re hideous, quite the contrary, you might be the most handsome ogre to ever exist, but I just assumed you would not be interested in having sex with a human… male. Human male, doesn’t seem your taste, but it could be, I wouldn’t judge you. How could I? You’ve been a most generous host! I…”
Jaskier almost suffocated as Shrek’s palm covered the entirety of his face. He got the hint and just shut up. Shrek slowly let go of his face, allowing him to breathe again. Jaskier looked away, cheeks red. He was blabbering nonsense to an ogre who preferred peace and quiet. He guessed it was time to sleep in the mud outside, however, Shrek wasn’t yelling at him… yet.
“So you just have sex and that helps you feel better?” Jaskier nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind helping you feel better. It is not like I have had lassies lining up in the swamp… or lads.” He laughed a little awkwardly, making Jaskier laugh too. He took hold of one of Shrek’s huge fingers with two of his, by comparison, tiny hands.
“Oh Shrek, you are such a wonderful host. You really do not have to do this though. I will still want to visit you again, even when you don’t want to fuck my brains out, just so I don’t have to think about some brutish asshole.” Shrek gave him a long look, before enclosing his hand around Jaskier’s waist and lifting him off the fauteuil.
“It’s not just for you. It’s for me too.” And Jaskier wanted to read into those words, figure out the ogre with complicated feelings, but he had no willpower to. Shrek’s bed was firm, almost hard like a plank. It smelled like him, like onions and mud and firewood. Shrek tried to undress him, but his huge fingers couldn’t get a grip on Jaskier’s complex clothing. Jaskier smiled kindly at him, helping him without even needing to look at any button. “Can I kiss you?” Jaskier didn’t even reply. Instead he pulled Shrek’s head down. It was an awkward kiss. Shrek’s mouth was way too big and neither of them were very coordinated in the moment.
When his clothes were mostly off and Jaskier was left in his smalls, Shrek kissed down his body, his huge tongue lapping at his skin and Jaskier could hear him enjoy the taste. He hummed to signal his pleasure, letting the ogre go about his business. Shrek pulled off his smalls and to Jaskier’s complete surprise, the ogre took his cock in his mouth. Jaskier whimpered, hands grabbing the sheets. Everything about Shrek was big, including his mouth. Even when the ogre sucked him to full hardness, Jaskier still didn’t feel the back of the ogre’s throat. Shrek sucked in his balls at well and Jaskier almost cried from the pleasure of having his cock and balls inside a warm mouth.
When Shrek let Jaskier go, his length was hard, red and leaking. Jaskier barely had time to recover, before he felt that glorious tongue on him again, this time licking over his hole. Whispered pleas left his lips as he imagined that tongue inside of him. Then a thought crossed his mind. If everything about Shrek was big, what about his dick? Jaskier had seen the ogre’s hands and one finger was already bigger than the average cock. While he normally was down to go big, the imaginable size of Shrek’s dong low key terrified him.
His mind had no opportunity to freak him out completely, because Shrek’s tongue entered him and the feeling was so, so good. Jaskier moaned as big green hands spread his cheeks and thick wetness penetrated him. “Ah… ah Shrek I hate to be a uh… fuck!” The bard trashed his arms around when his new found friend started to stroke his cock at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! Way too soon, I know! Sto..aahh...” His whole body tensed as he spilled all over himself. Shrek was unrelenting. As the bard’s cock was spent, he still had his tongue inside him, pressing at the right places and wiggling around so talentedly. “Stop, stop, stop, it’s too much, really, too much.”
Jaskier was out of breath, head fuzzy with post-orgasmic bliss. His whole brain short-circuited as Shrek’s tongue licked over his torso, cleaning him off all the cum he had spilled over himself. “Are you all right?” The green-skinned sex machine inquired with innocent eyes that did not match the absolute tent in his smalls.
“Say, Shrek, will I die if I swallow ogre cum?” Jaskier almost laughed at Shrek’s expression. It was a ‘yes, no, maybe’. “Ok fine, but I will suck you off still.” The human pushed at the ogre, cornering the larger frame against the opposite wall, before getting on his knees.
“With all due respect, Jask, I don’t think you can fit me anywhere.” Jaskier didn’t listen, pulling down Sherk’s white smalls in spite of knowing the ogre was probably right. As soon as 12 inch of green cock basically slapped him in the face, Jaskier knew he was in way over his head. Still, he was confident that if he tried, he could still fit the head inside his mouth. With Shrek still assuring him he did not have to do this, Jaskier started licking all over Shrek’s length. The taste was not as bad as he feared. In fact, the more he licked, the more he started to like it. Jaskier made out with the head of Shrek’s cock, fucking the slit with his tongue. Shrek was holding his shoulder, occasionally squeezing a little as he moaned. And oh were those delicious moans, primal, guttural, deep and vibrating through Jaskier’s entire body.
The human tried many times, but he couldn’t slip the monster cock inside his mouth. He was resilient though and kept trying, while stroking the rest of the green length. He was so caught up in his quest that he didn’t hear Shrek telling him how close he was. He made a disappointed sound as he was forcibly removed from the cock in his mouth. Jaskier crawled back up the bed and stretched out his body. “Cum on me,” he wantonly moaned and Shrek did not disappoint. Jaskier had to close his eyes and mouth as he got showered in thick, beige cum. He never had felt this dirty, but it was a good kind. He wished he could have taken Shrek in his ass. He could’ve been so full.
Once Shrek had stopped groaning, Jaskier dared to open his eyes. He could see guilt already spreading over Shrek’s face. He must have been a sight, so much smaller than Shrek and absolutely drenched in his cum. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve always fantasised about being showered in cum. Just never thought that all that cum would come from a single person.”
Shrek let out a relieved sigh and helped him wipe some cum off his face so it wouldn’t get into his mouth or eyes. “I’ll prepare you a bath,” he spoke gently, surprising Jaskier with the thoughtfulness. His eyes followed the ogre as he put his breeches on and moved out to probably get some fresh water. A laugh escaped Jaskier as he stared at the sticky substance covering his skin. Who would’ve thought that the swamp could’ve been so pleasant?
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valentine (m.)
pairing: reader x jung jaehyun x johnny seo x kim jungwoo x kim doyoung
genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | fivesome | mentions of drinking | absolute filth
words: 3.8k
summary: a series of unfortunate events leaves the five of you alone on a day meant to be spent together
“You’re back early.” Doyoung comments, glancing up from his phone to watch you storm into your apartment. He’s in the same spot on the couch that he was in when you left.
You throw your purse onto the counter, angrily stripping your coat off. “Yeah. The guy blew me off. Can you believe that?” You walk into your room and peel your dress off of you, trading it for a comfy pair of sweats. The lingerie stays on, though. It makes you feel cute.
When you come back into the living room, Doyoung hands you a beer and pats the space next to him. “He didn’t even text me until I’d been waiting for fifteen minutes.”
“Yeah well, he’s a fucking asshole.” Doyoung says it like he’s stating the obvious. You guess he is. “But hey, at least you can spend some quality room with your roommate who isn’t an asshole!”
You raise your eyebrows. “Yay.” There isn’t an ounce of emotion in your voice.
Doyoung glares at you but he can’t be too annoyed. He hands you the TV remote. “You choose. My ex changed the password on my Netflix account and won’t let me log back in, so. That’s not an option.”
“You’re kidding. Do you want me to go to her house?” You normally leech off of Doyoung’s Netflix account, so this is a direct attack to you.
He snorts. “I’ll think about it.”
It’s an hour later and you’ve flipped through every station the TV has to offer, finding nothing but shitty made-for-tv romance movies and game shows. You give up watching and pick up your phone, checking social media. An array of happy couples assault you and you groan, switching apps. It isn’t any better.
“Valentine’s day is stupid.” Doyoung groans, clearly in a similar state of boredom.
“Amen.” You click your phone off and let your head fall back against the couch, finding the ceiling more appealing than the endless Snapchat stories.
“Definitely the worst holiday.”
You think about it for a moment. “Hey, no. Think about all the candy they’ll have on sale tomorrow.”
His agreement is interrupted by a knock and you exchange a glance with him. “Did you invite someone over?” He shakes his head.
You swing the door open to reveal Johnny and Jaehyun. Johnny’s holding a cake and smiling broadly. Jaehyun looks dead inside.
“Hey?” You greet them, slightly confused as to why they’re at your apartment. Doyoung doesn’t look like he has any idea either. “What’s up?”
“Well, we were going to go out to dinner for Jae’s birthday but the restaurant lost our reservation and everywhere else was beyond crowded.” Johnny’s laugh is almost apologetic. “I knew Doyoung was staying in, but I thought you had a date.”
His eyes roam over your figure, clearly taking in the combination of your loose sweats and stained sweatshirt. “Yeah, I had a date. He blew me off.”
Both boys grimace. “Shit. Want me to kill him?”
You step back to let them in, laughing lightly. “Nah, that’s alright. Come on in, we can sit in our misery together.” Johnny and Jaehyun smile and shuffle in, though Jaehyun’s looks a little forced. “I can’t promise you a gourmet dinner, but we do have frozen pizzas and ice cream.”
Jaehyun laughs. “Sounds pretty gourmet to me. I’m gonna use the bathroom, if that’s alright.” The three of you watch him walk away before Johnny turns to you and Doyoung.
“Sorry to barge in, but he always gets so lonely on his birthday, and I wanted to cheer him up. I don’t think that him seeing all the couples out tonight really helped.” Johnny sighs.
You grimace. “Oh god, yeah.”
“You know you’re always welcome over.” Doyoung shrugs. “Not like you were interrupting anything.” He walks away to turn the oven on, pulling out the pizza. “It should take twenty minutes? Not really sure. Our oven’s kind of broken.”
Johnny laughs. “No problem. Can I set this down somewhere?” He raises the cake in question and you motion to your counter.
“Are we feeling wine or vodka tonight?” Jaehyun makes his return at the exact moment you ask the question.
“Definitely vodka.” He responds, already pulling the glasses out of your cupboard. You snicker. It certainly is that kind of night.
Johnny’s phone chimes and he checks it, snorting. “Seems like a bad night for all of us. Ten just abandoned Jungwoo for a date.”
“Tell him to come over.” Doyoung says. “We’ll have a party of our own.”
Jungwoo shows up 30 minutes later, equipped with bags of takeout and a pout on his face. You don’t have enough chairs for everyone so you eat it on the couch, squished between the arm rest and Jungwoo. “We were supposed to go clubbing.” He whines, stripping his jacket off. “I even put on my expensive cologne.”
“Rough. Who’s he out on a date with, anyway?”
He shoves half the container of noodles into his mouth. “Someone on Tinder! Can you believe that he abandoned me for a Tinder match?”
“Unbelievable.” Jaehyun pats his back while the rest of you nod solemnly. Johnny pours the rest of you shots.
“Fuck Valentine’s day.” He raises his glass in a toast before tossing it back, grimacing slightly. A chorus of ‘fuck Valentine’s day’ sounds around the room as you follow suit.
You’re all tipsy by the time you move onto cake, singing a very dramatic version of happy birthday to Jaehyun. He giggles his way through it, dimples making an appearance as he blows the candles out..
“What’d you wish for?” You demand, leaning forward. Jaehyun winks at you and holds a finger to his lips.
“Can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” You pout. He pinches your cheeks.
Johnny takes charge of cutting the cake while Doyoung runs to the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream and some ice cream. Jungwoo looks down at the slice Johnny gives him, and then back up at Johnny with raised eyebrows. He shoves the whole piece into his mouth in one go. Johnny gives him a significantly larger second piece.
“You know what the most devastating part of tonight is?” Jungwoo asks, spooning ice cream onto his cake. “I’m not even going to get laid. That’s like, the one thing I was hoping for.”
“Hey, that’s what I wished for!” Jaehyun exclaims. His head rests heavily on Johnny’s shoulder and Johnny laughs, patting his back.
“I thought you said that you couldn’t tell us or it wouldn’t come true.” You chime in.
Jaehyun shrugs. “Not like it’s gonna come true anyways.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what we were all wishing for.” Doyoung chimes in.
Johnny raises his forkful of cake. “I’ll toast to that.”
“Same.” You respond, trying to remember the last time you had sex, then trying to remember the last time you had good sex. Then you pause. “Wait. You’re all hot as fuck, how are you not getting laid?”
They all shrug. Jaehyun grins, dimples on full display. “Aww, you think we’re hot. Would you sleep with us?”
Maybe it’s the alcohol that has you nodding, maybe not. You’ve always been shameless, especially in front of people you’re comfortable with. “Yeah? Like I said, you all hot as fuck.”
“You’re pretty hot too, y/n.” Johnny says. “I don’t know how Doyoung can live with you and not be sexually frustrated as fuck.”
Jungwoo giggles. “He is, though.” Doyoung smacks the younger and Jungwoo squeaks, still laughing. You shoot Doyoung a questioning look and he just shrugs.
The five of you continue eating, finishing the cake and chatting mindlessly. “Y/n,” Jungwoo is suddenly way too close, using his hand to tilt your chin up. “You have a little something…”
He uses his thumb to wipe at the corner of your mouth at the same time that you flick your tongue out to lick at the stray whipped cream. The result is Jungwoo’s thumb sliding past your lips, and for whatever reason, your brain tells you to suck on the digit. And you do.
Jungwoo watches with wide eyes as you close your lips around his thumb, using your tongue to tease the tip of it as you suck. A soft moan leaves him, his eyes groaning wide. He swallows thickly.
“Oh, baby.” Jungwoo groans, sliding his thumb out of your mouth and replacing it with his lips. You all but melt into the kiss, pressing forward into him, sliding your hand into his hair to pull him closer.
You get so lost in the kiss that you forget about the rest of the people grouped around the couch. It isn’t until Jungwoo starts kissing down your neck and you let your head fall to the side that you notice.
Jaehyun and Doyoung are watching you with slack jaws, eyes locked on the blissed out expression you wear, ears straining to catch the noises you make. Johnny looks unaffected, watching with something dark in his eyes.
You try to pull away but Jungwoo growls, something so startling for the normally soft spoken man. He slides his hand up your thigh, pulling you over to straddle his waist. There’s a sharp gasp as you rock your hips down on instinct, feeling the shape of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.
“Seems a little selfish of you to ignore the birthday boy.” You and Jungwoo make out for a bit longer before Johnny speaks up. You turn your head to find Johnny standing in front of you, his hand on Jaehyun’s lower back to push him forward. “Why don’t you give him his present?”
You bite your lips and turn yourself around on Jungwoo’s lap, sitting so that your back is to his chest. “What do you want?”
Jaehyun seems to debate the question, glazed eyes roaming over your figure. “I want...” His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he swallows thickly. “I want to taste you.”
“What the birthday boy wants.” You shrug, trying and failing to seem unaffected. In reality your panties are soaked and you’re beyond excited to have Jaehyun’s face between your thighs.
He wastes no time sliding your pajama pants off, revealing your bare legs and your panty clad core. You’d forgotten about the lacy lingerie set you’d slipped on earlier until Jaehyun snaps the waistband of your panties against your skin.
“Oh shit,” Jaehyun moans, sliding his hand up your bare legs. “You're so soft.”
Doyoung laughs despite himself. “Guess that’s where all the hot water went.”
You open your mouth to respond but get cut off as Jungwoo pulls your sweatshirt over your head. Similar swears echo around the room. “Fuck baby, who is this for?”
Jungwoo pinches your nipple over the fabric of your bra and your back arches, pushing your chest further into his touch. You moan softly, letting your eyes flutter closed. “Me, bitch. I deserve to feel sexy.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” Johnny groans at the same time Doyoung chimes in with a “Look even sexier.”
You squirm as Jaehyun attaches his lips to your ankle, kissing his way up your leg until he’s at your thigh. The ticklish feeling has you squirming but you’re held in place by Jaehyun’s large palms.
A hand slides into your hair and you whine, looking up to find Doyoung staring at you with dark eyes. “Can you make me feel good, princess?”
You nod, leaning forward to mouth at the bulge in his boxers and he swears, struggling to tug the fabric off with one hand. A second pair of hands land on Doyoung’s hips and the man jumps, looking back to find Johnny there. “You look like you need some help.” Is all he whispers as he slides Doyoung boxers down.
Doyoung looks ready to argue but you’re sinking your mouth down around him before he can, just sucking at the tip. He’s bitter on your tongue, but not unpleasant. It’s certainly worth it to be able to watch his eyelids fluttering closed, low moans leaving him.
A whine leaves you as Jungwoo continues to play with your chest, pinching at your nipples over the lace of your bra until there are tears in your eyes. His dick is hard against your ass and you rut back against him, drawing a sweet moan from him as he tugs harshly at your nipples. You cry out but the sound is muffled around Doyoung’s cock.
Jaehyun chooses that moment to attach his mouth to your center, kissing and sucking at your core through your panties. A whine leaves you as you buck up against his mouth, trying to get more. You go to pull off of Doyoung but then there’s another set of hands in your hair, forcing you down until Doyoung’s cock hits the back of your throat.
“Oh baby, you can do better than that, can’t you?” It’s Johnny, guiding your pace from where he stands behind Doyoung. His eyes are heavy as he watches you blow his friend, and you catch the subtle movement of his hips as he grinds against Doyoung.
You let out a muffled noise of agreement, sucking harshly on Doyoung’s cock. He fills your mouth up nicely, your lips having to stretch a little to fit him, but not too much. Tears well up in your eyes as you take him deeper into your throat, gagging lightly.
There’s a tearing sound as Jaehyun rips your panties off of your body, wasting no time before diving into your core. His nose bumps your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, his hands sliding up to grip at the back of your thighs as he tries to pull you even closer to his face. You cry out at the pleasure coursing through your veins, squirming as your mind runs a million miles an hour, trying desperately to process the situation. Jungwoo’s hands massaging your tits, Doyoung’s cock deep in your throat, Jaehyun eating you out like you’re his last meal.
You force your heavy lids open and make eye contact with Johnny. He’s watching you with fire in his eyes and it’s the last you register before you’re coming, yanking your mouth off of Doyoung’s cock and biting into the skin of his thigh. Your legs try desperately to close around Jaehyun’s head but neither him nor Jungwoo let up, working you through your high until you’re a sobbing mess. It’s only then that Jaehyun pulls away from you, though Doyoung doesn’t seem to have the same reservations. You’ve only just caught your breath when he slides his cock back between your lips, fucking into your mouth, once, twice before he’s shooting his come down your throat.
It’s quiet for a minute as you catch your breath, sagging back into Jungwoo. Jaehyun’s still between your legs, though he’s resting his head against your thigh. Your eye catches movement and you lean forward to watch Jaehyun jerk his cock desperately, hips bucking up into his hand.
You literally just came but already your body is heating back up. Suddenly you need to have all of them, need them to fuck you until you can’t even move, until they’re imprinted in your body. You run your hand through Jaehyun’s hair, tugging at the strands to make him look up at you.
“Let me take care of you now.” Jaehyun nods, blinking slowly, and then it’s a race to get to the bed. You all crowd into Doyoung’s room because he’s the one with the bigger bed, and suddenly he’s forgiven for all the times he's forgotten to do the dishes.
“God, I want to fuck you.” Jungwoo moans, clambering onto the bed. A whimper leaves you as you think about having him in your pussy, but then you look over to Jaehyun and your mouth goes dry at how desperate he looks. He has his hand shoved down the front of his pants and he’s grinding against his palm, jaw slack as he pleasures himself.
“Mhmm, me too. Jaehyun’s first though.” You pant out, trying to help Jungwoo out of his skinny jeans.
Jungwoo whines impatiently. “You have two holes though. Why can’t we just share?”
You vaguely hear Johnny laugh over the white noise in your brain. The idea of having both of them fuck you at once has you feeling much too hot, and you cringe as you feel more wetness drip out of you.
“You seem to like that idea.” Johnny comments, stroking your side softly. You whine.
“But what about you?” You realize that he hasn’t been touched yet and you move your hand to cup him over his boxers. He hisses.
His voice is strangled as he gently bats your hand away, moving off the bed. Doyoung takes his place. “I’m okay with watching, for now. I’ll get my turn later.”
You nod, turning to Jaehyun. “Jae, baby, do you want to fuck my pussy? Or my ass?”
Jaehyun’s hips stutter where he’s still grinding against his hand and he looks at you with wide eyes. “Fuck, you can’t just ask me that.” He groans, pausing his movements to strip his clothes off. “God, can I fuck your ass?”
You grin, nodding. Doyoung ghosts his thumb over your ass and you jolt, moaning at the touch. “Johnny, condoms.” You wave your hand in the general direction of your nightstand and he gets the hint, throwing a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube at you.
Doyoung wastes no time in sliding one of his long fingers into your ass. The stretch has you hissing but he pays you no mind, starting a gentle rhythm and smoothing his hand down your side. Jungwoo rolls a condom on and hisses as he strokes himself, head falling back at the relief.
“Wait,” You pause Doyoung, crawling over to Jungwoo. “Wanna ride him while you finger me.
Jungwoo strokes your hips as you straddle him, sinking down onto his cock slowly. His face screws up in pleasure and he lets out a moan, the sound so pretty that it has you clenching around him. He moves to undo your bra, letting your breasts fall free so that he can bury his face between them. His hands cup them perfectly and he massages them, turning his head to leave kisses on the skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Jungwoo moans, the words muffled by your chest. You hum in agreement, swiveling your hips to feel the thickness of his cock, how nicely he presses against your walls.
Doyoung fucks two, then three fingers into your ass, turning you into a moaning mess as you fuck yourself onto both Jungwoo’s cock and Doyoung’s fingers. You already feel so full, but you know it’s about to get so much better.
“Jaehyun.” You moan, turning you head to find the man. “Jaehyun, come on, want you in me.”
He nods, reaching for a condom, but Johnny beats him to it. You watch with a slack jaw as Johnny rolls the condom onto Jaehyun, pouring lube onto his cock. Johnny strokes Jaehyun just a little too slowly to be considered comforting, and Jaehyun’s face contorts as he tries to fuck up into the others grip.
Johnny lets go and pats his hip. “I think Y/N’s tight ass is going to feel a lot better than my hand.”
Jaehyun sits up, flustered, and moves to replace Doyoung. You whine at the loss of the man’s fingers, though you cut yourself off with a gasp as Jaehyun presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole.
Jungwoo kisses you through the discomfort as Jaehyun slides his cock into your tight hole, stretching your body beyond anything you’ve ever felt. You can’t stop moaning and you feel like you can’t breathe, desperately trying to gasp for air. Jungwoo eventually pulls away to let you rest your forehead against his, his hand moving down to find your clit. You jolt against him and whine, molten lava filling your insides.
Jaehyun lets out an almost feral groan when he bottoms out, panting heavily. “You feel so good.” Jaehyun swears. “So fucking tight, baby. Have you ever let anyone fuck your ass before?”
“Yeah, but I-” He starts moving and your voice dies, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Jungwoo fucks up into your pussy, his head falling back.
“But?” He asks sweetly, encouraging you to finish. It’s almost impossible with how they’re touching you, though. Jungwoo must know it.
“But I’ve never had two guys at once.” You whimper, giving up trying to hold yourself up and letting them manhandle you. “I feel so full.”
They build up a rhythm, tearing you apart piece by piece until you’re a mindless, moaning mess. You swear you’ve never felt this good. All your nerves seem to be set on fire, and it seems like there’s a knot building in your stomach as your climax grows closer.
Doyoung once again finds comfort in your mouth, his hips bucking up as you suck him off. You moan at how full you feel, being surrounded by three guys while a fourth one watches. It’s absolute heaven.
“Jungwoo.” Johnny calls out. “Ten just texted you. His Tinder date was a flop.”
“Shouldn’t have abandoned me.” Jungwoo calls back. “Though with how tonight’s going, I’m not sure I can be mad.”
Jaehyun pulls his mouth from your neck and you whine at the loss of heat, squirming as he blows cool air over the area. “Send him a picture of us. Show him what he’s missing out on.”
You make the neediest noise you’ve ever made in your life at the suggestion, and all three men swear. The vibrations travel up Doyoung’s cock and he fucks up into your mouth, choking you.
“Yeah? You all okay with that?” A chorus of yes’s go around the room, though Doyoung doesn’t let you pull off of him. “Y/N? You good with that?”
“You should’ve felt how fucking tight she got when you said that, she’s more than okay with it.” Jaehyun pants out.
Doyoung briefly lets go of you when Johnny says “I need to hear her say it.” You cough for a minute before yelling out a “please, yes” and taking Doyoung’s cock back into your mouth.
There’s a click as Johnny takes the picture and you clench again, sending Jaehyun and Jungwoo into a frenzy. Jungwoo groans and dips his head down to mouth at your breasts, sucking hickies into the delicate skin, taking your nipple between his lips. Jaehyun pulls his hand back to land a slap on your ass, leaving his hand there to knead at the flesh.
Doyoung moans out that he’s coming and you swallow his come for the second time that night, panting as he lets you rest your head on his thigh. A phone chimes repeatedly and Johnny laughs, turning the ringer off. “Looks like Ten liked our picture.”
The thought of someone else seeing you like this, wanting to be in this situation, fills your mind and you tip over the edge, vision whiting out as you moan wantonly. You claw at Jungwoo’s shoulders as you try desperately to ground yourself, sandwiched between the two men.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Jaehyun groans, hips snapping against your ass sloppily. You whine, clenching around him repeatedly, the oversensitivity too much. Jungwoo pays no mind to the fact that you’ve just come, continuing to fuck up into you. “Fuckkk,” Jaehyun pulls out of you quickly and you hiss at the loss. Wet warmth hits your lower back, your ass, and the top of your thighs and Jaehyun curses loudly before collapsing on the mattress with a satisfied moan.
Jungwoo comes soon after with his mouth on one of your breasts, his hand on the other. You bounce on top of him to help him draw it out for as long as possible, going until he’s throwing his head back and crying out from the sensitivity.
Johnny’s the only one who hasn’t come yet. He sits next to the bed in Doyoung’s desk chair, stroking his cock slowly, almost lazily. It’s thick and long and looks delicious. You want it in your mouth.
He smirks, clearly catching your hungry gaze. “Aww, baby still wants more?” His voice is taunting but you don’t even care, just nodding obediently.
You roll onto your back and spread your legs, giving easy access to the man. Johnny just shakes his head. “Turn over. Want you on your hands and knees.”
He wastes no time sliding into your dripping core, starting a brutal rhythm right from the start. You cry out and try to keep yourself up but Johnny shoves your chest to the mattress, pulling your hips higher so that he can get deeper. His body is draped over yours, his chest flush to your back. You can’t physically get any closer.
“Such a fucking cockslut.” Johnny hisses into your ear, voice low and delicious. “Letting four different guys fuck you, come on you. Bet you wish there were more.”
You whine and make some sort of noise of agreement. “Ten’s probably jerking off to that picture I sent him. Does that make you happy?” Johnny nips at your earlobe and slides his hand down to rub at your clit. “Or are you upset? You probably rather that he was here, probably want his cock in your mouth too.”
Another whine leaves you and Johnny pinches your clit. You thrash, the feeling too much. Your orgasm is rushing to the surface, electricity shooting through your body as the knot grows tighter and tighter. “What was that?”
“I want it! Fuck, I want his cock in my mouth.” You moan, eyes rolling shut. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, ‘m gonna come.”
Johnny fucks you through your orgasm, hissing filthy words in your ear as your vision blacks out, registering nothing but how fucking good you feel. You clamp down around his thick cock and he groans, pulling out and ripping the condom off, jerking himself off all over your lower back.
Jungwoo crawls closer and kisses you, gently helping you come down. You’re shaking in your post-orgasmic bliss, lifting an arm to pull him closer. Jaehyun presses in from the other side, stroking your hair and peppering kisses all over your forehead.
You flinch when a damp cloth lands on your back and you turn to find Johnny smiling apologetically, cleaning the come off of your skin. “Sorry, I’ll try to make this quick.” A hiss leaves you as he wipes between your legs, squirming at the discomfort. Jungwoo swipes a finger through your folds and you hiss, biting his lip harshly. He giggles.
The five of you redress, both Jungwoo and Jaehyun stealing one of Doyoung’s shirts. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering where Jaehyun’s shirt went, but then you realize that it’s his shirt that he’s tugging over your head. The fabric is warm and smells amazing. You want to sink into it.
“Do you need anything?” Doyoung asks, rubbing his hand up your thigh. “You were amazing, by the way. It wasn’t too much, was it?”
You shake your head. “No, it was perfect. I wouldn’t mind a piece of cake, though.”
Doyoung leaves to get the cake, complaining when he comes back and finds there’s no room for him.
("It’s my bed!”
“Okay, and? That’s also your chair.”
“Yeah, and this is my fist about to go into your face”)
It’s 1 AM when you check the time and it’s certainly much too late for them to go home so you tell them to stay, letting them arrange themselves among the couch and the guest bed.
“Doyoung?” You ask, hesitating by the door. Your bed is big and warm and empty right now, but that’s not what you want. Not after what you just experienced. It’s too empty. “Doyoung, do you think I could stay with you tonight?”
He seems surprised by your question but he nods, shifting over to give you room. “Of course. But you're the big spoon tonight.”
You snort. “That’s good with me.”
The two of you arrange yourselves comfortably, and it’s so painfully nice that you could cry. You can’t even remember the last time you cuddled someone like this. “Hey Y/N? Happy Valentine’s day.”
“Happy Valentine’s day. I guess it isn’t the worst holiday after all.”
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grab it hard | th x fem!reader
credits gif by @tomhollandd
Summary: What could go wrong when Tom decide to post a video on his Instragram story? Pretty much everything. And now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.
Warnings: SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), reader having a dom moment, dirty talk/language, a lot of grabbing, muscles appreciation (or general muscle kink i guess)
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: okay well- let’s say that tom’s IG story... brought the worst in us all and by that i mean we may have lost our sanity as our hormones took complete control of ourselves 😂 *cough* damn that brit boy and his attractive body 🥵🥵🥵 *cough* ANYWAY! my dear @thollandss got the idea yesterday and well, I said I would write it so here it is! enjoy, dear sinful beauts 😏🙊🔥
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The evening is going quite slowly compared to the rest of the day. Everyone in the house has been up to something, such as Tom and Harry going to the nearest park to play with Tessa, Harrison visiting his mum and sister Charlotte and Tuwaine out to buy some groceries.
And here you are now laying on the couch in the living room, watching whatever Netflix has suggested you and by yourself. The boys are in the house too, but doing their own things.
But out of nowhere, your ears catch a weird noise coming from the back of the house. At first, you don’t pay too much attention to it and go back to lazily stare at the tv. But then it starts again, going for a bit longer. Intrigued, you mute the tv and listen carefully to identify the origin of this sound.
And a smirk makes its way to your face. As you quietly stand from the couch, you walk to the hallway that leads to the different bedrooms, and wait at the entrance of it. And listen. What you at first thought were “noises” seem to be groans and breathing, and all coming from Tom’s bedroom.
Someone’s horny, uh?
After only three minutes, silence comes back so you decide to go sit again on the couch, acting like nothing happened, and tease the hell out of your boyfriend once he will exist his bedroom.
Back in the comfort of the couch, your phone dings as you see an Instagram’s notification on the screen. But when you open it, your jaw just drops while staring at the screen: your boyfriend half shirtless crouching against the wall, panting and groaning so loudly your brain makes a flip.
What is that ten seconds videos, out of nowhere, and without any context to it?! Your face is now a deep red and you feel drops of sweat forming everywhere on your body, pressing your thighs together to get some relieve. So many obscene thoughts come through your mind and you can’t stop them at all, not after watching this much display of... everything your boyfriend has.
Guess you are the horny one now.
* * * *
At some point Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine enter in the living room, chatting vividly as they make their way to the kitchen. Tom soon follows them as his friends laugh at him, the boy grumbling at his phone.
You are still on the couch and just listen, not making a single sound.
“Mate, you’re definitely sooooooo bad with Instagram!” Harrison laughs while opening the fridge.
“I bet ya he broke the entire app!” Tuwaine soon follows, thanking Harrison as he takes a bottle of beer.
“Oh come on, now” growls Tom, “This app is so weird, ‘not my fault it doesn’t upload normally!”
“Yeah right, as if” Harry mumbles, trying to not laugh at his older brother.
The conversation goes on for a bit when Tom finally notices you on the couch. So the boy takes this opportunity to walk towards you, leaving his friends making fun of him even more.
“Hi babe” Tom says behind you, bending slightly to kiss your temple, “Want something to drink? ‘m gonna cook soon if you wanna join.”
“I’m waiting a little bit” you simply reply, not daring to look at him.
Tom nods and leaves another kiss on your cheek before joining the boys again, all of them standing around the kitchen island while drinking and munching some snacks. Later they all disappear in their bedroom again, ready to play some “Warzone” or whatever that thing is.
You slowly turn your head towards the kitchen and notice Tom by himself, looking inside the fridge while drinking his beer. You recognise the shirt and shorts from the video, these clothes tight on every muscle of his body.
Taking a deep breath, you stand up and causally walk and sit on one of the high chairs around the kitchen island. Your eyes gladly run along Tom’s back and lower, appreciating every single one as they tense and relax when your boyfriend moves. You feel hot again, eyes full of want and so much more. Your head leans on one hand as you start thinking, quick and fast, while Tom puts some vegetables on the counter to cook them.
Now determined, you stand again and slowly walk towards Tom, now standing behind him as he still doesn’t notice you. And out of nowhere, you shamelessly slap both hands on his ass, snatching a high squeal from him before firmly grabbing his butt cheeks and making him whimper.
“So pretty boy, enjoyed showing off and being all grunting for the internet?” you mewl in his ear, your chest pressing against his muscled back.
Tom whimpers again, feeling your nails through the fabric of his shorts and pressing onto the skin. You run your lips on his nape, your teeth slightly brushing the thin skin there.
“This ass here is mine, you know that right? Like all your body is” you now grunt smoothly and biting into his lobe. You press against Tom’s frame more, your hips perfectly flat onto his ass while you keep massaging it.
Tom tightens his grip on the counter, his breathing getting louder as he feels his shorts being too tight against his cock.
“F-fuck (Y/N), wait-”
You interrupt him by sliding one hand to his front, first appreciating his abs throughout the shirt and slowly going lower to rest on his growing bulge. Now Tom doesn’t retain his groaning anymore and grabs your hand to press it harder against his cock.
“You horny pretty girl, you’d be the death of me” Toms breaths out, stretching his head behind to make contact with your face.
“I swear you better fuck me hard right now before I fucking lose it, Thomas.”
And that was what Tom needed. In no time the boy turns around to face you, now his broad body towering over yours and with eyes that could tear off your clothes off in a second. Almost savagely Tom smashes his lips on yours, the kiss being mainly tongue and teeth as his arms lift you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your fingers messing with his hair and scratching his scalp. Your clothed core brushes over his hard on, making you moan in his mouth but still grind more against it.
“Fuck me, Tom, now!” you whine almost desperately.
“I’m gonna destroy you, ‘gonna make ya scream my name so loud you’ll forget yours for weeks, baby girl” Tom groans, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it.
With his ounce of composure left - to not take you right on top of the counter -, Tom starts walking towards his bedroom while he still appreciates your thighs with his strong hands. Both of you are just moaning messes by now, not even caring about walking past the other boys’ bedrooms.
Once in Tom’s bedroom, he simply slams it shut with his foot before also slamming you onto it. The kisses are getting more sloppier, saliva making its way in the corner of your mouth and just licking it back as you kiss again. Your hands cup Tom’s face, slightly pressing your nails onto his cheek to wrest beautiful whimpers out of him.
But when you suddenly detach from him, Tom nearly moans and desperately moves his hips back and forth against yours. Getting too hot you hurry and take your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Tom can’t help but drink into this gorgeous view of you in a lace bra, all flushed and panting with need and desire.
Licking his lips, Tom almost runs to his bed and throws you on top of the mattress. Not losing another second, he undresses himself in a time record, his clothes soon joining yours on the floor but then, he catches your gaze and smirks.
“Enjoying the view, gorgeous?” he cheekily asks, perfectly knowing the answer already.
As he stands in his boxer, you eye up his almost exposed body and how much you want to touch, kiss, lick and bite any inch of it. Tom never really liked the build he got for ‘Far From Home’, saying he looked way too buff for his heigh. And ironically, he had to go back in this shape for ‘Uncharted’ and you never felt this pleased.
“Can’t help it, your groaning are arousing as fuck. And...” you soothe, seductively biting your bottom lip. You run your hands over your body before sliding off your shorts slowly along your legs, leaving you in your underwear, on total display for his coffee eyes. “... I love it when you’re being vocal.’
“Fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna get it hard (Y/N)...”
True to his words, Tom growls as he joins you on the bed, his body in between your legs and his upper body caging you with his arms on both side your head. He aggressively goes back at kissing you, his hands petting over the plush curvature of your breast before he gets rid of the bra. He doesn’t lose time by soon taking off your lace panties, almost ripping them up with his strength. As excited as him, your thighs press more around his waist, bringing him closer against you while you try to push his boxer off.
Now both equally naked, Tom presses himself more onto you, chest to chest and his hard cock rubbing against your wet core, the feeling tearing a moan out of him. Having him at your mercy, your hands wander on his back muscles, tracing them with your fingers as if remembering them by heart is your final goal. You also worship his biceps, strong and hard as you squeeze them at times, his broad shoulders and beautiful neck, that you soon attack both with hickeys and nibbles.
Heavy breathing and groaning submerge the entire room,Tom’s one being way louder than yours. And him being at his limits, he grabs your hips firmly before sliding his girth deep between your tight folds. You both moan sharply into each other’s mouth, feeling his saliva pool at the back of your throat as he gives you a passionate and rough french kiss. Both of his hands squeeze at your warm hips before gripping your skin tightly as he starts a very deep and incredible pace.
Instantly you cling to his skin which is a combination of warm, smooth and sweaty. An intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafting into your nose that makes him all the more addicting. Even the thrust of his hips slapping against your own send desire filled tingles all over your body, the incredible sway of heat singeing off your skin.
“Oh m-my God, T-Tom!” you moan completely unhinged all of your praise directly into the rim of his ear, before biting and nibbling it. He growls from the incredibly grip your folds has on his cock, driving him insane with desire to fuck you as hard and deep as possible.
"O-oh fuck, you're completely soaking my cock already..." Tom rasps, hot and heavy lascivious words about how wet your pussy is making his cock. Telling you in naughty detail how it was making it easier for him to slide back and forth, and even the pulse of your folds against his manhood telling him just how close you are.
Both of your hands grip at his back tightly, digging your nails into the skin and leaving him a few feint scratches, trembling from the overwhelming build of pleasure as he presses against all the right pleasure zones inside your body. And as your nails slide along his back, you take advantage of it and slam the palm of your hands on his butt cheeks with all your might.
This sudden move wrests the loudest whine from Tom’s lips, being breathless for at least two seconds because of the impact. You feel his cock throb between your walls, making you clench against him as you are overwhelmed by so many sensations.
“C-Come on Tom, I w-wanna hear you more baby!” you gasp, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck when he starts hitting that overwhelming pleasure zone inside your body again.
And Tom can only comply to your demand, letting more erotic sounds leave his mouth. Both of his rough hands slide from your hips to the bottom of your ass, where he now copies your moves to push and pull your body to meet with his deep thrusts.
From the way your body shakes and twitches you are close, making him pound into your core faster and deeper till he finally feels the warm sensation of your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his thighs. Tom moans against your lips while he continues to thrust sloshing your juices, until he abruptly pull away warming a bit of your stomach and inner thighs with his arousal.
Out of stamina, Tom let himself falls on top of you, out of breath but mostly swimming into a pure state of bliss. While watching you try to steady the heavy breathing and pound of your heart, his glazed eyes find yours before meeting your lips in a sloppy but lazy kiss.
“From now on, those type of videos are only for me. Not for the Internet, understand?” you mumble into the kiss, your hands still wandering on top of his ass, massaging it.
“Can’t promise you anything, darlin’...”
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