#the choke-hold this group has me in ... crazy
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The FanCam
Summary: Bada lee is a choreographer for the girl group aespa what happens when youfind her in the studio doing something.....
TW!!! ( G!p , masturbation,blow jobs, oral fixation, choking , dirty talk , no condom ) MDNI!!!
Bada (g!p) x reader (idol)
(Bottom Bada)
Genre : smut
"Bye!" I waved toward my manger as she dropped me off in front of the dorm studio . The dorm studio was different from other dorms we asked out ageny to put a dance studio in our house so we can practice whenever we want and our choreographers can come to our dorm to teach us the new choreography for our comebacks . Everyone of our most trusted choreographers has a key card to ourdorm I know it sound crazy but still the house and the dance studio are separate they only have a key card for the dance studio part of the house .
I had just came back from Paris Chanel fashion show and I'm tired as fuck- .
I went my way up to the studio dorm . Suitcase in my hand . I had been going nonstop since I left for Paris just a few prior . It had been all been such a blur . I am happy for the opportunity and experience, but God , I'm tired.
Knowing it was near 3am , I knew the other girls would be asleep . But I still wanted to be considerate of their sleep, so I unlocked the door as quietly as possible and tip-toed into the dorm studio before dropping my suitcase into the floor of my room and grabbing my pajamas before heading to the bathroom to freshen up .
I finished my business in the bathroom , I went to my room and used some of my favourite skincare after I finished I made my way down the hallway before I stopped infrong of the dance studio. Hearning the sounds of low grunting louder .
"Ynnnn-ah-y/n......please " I heard coming from the other side of the dance studio . I suddenly felt my lower stomach grow with a familiar need .
I tried to think of who could be in the dance studio this hour maybe one of our choreographers forgot something in ? I didn't know . I opened the dance studio and I found Bada yes THE Bada lee jerking off. I found my gaze caught staring at Bada's slight bulge in her pants . Bada was quick to cover it with the nearest thing beside her .
Thinking about the older girl jerking off was hot itself , but knowing she was jerking off say my name? Safe so say, my curiosity was getting the best of me .
I reached my hand to the doorknob and inched the door open just a smidge enough without being noticed . Looking inside , I saw Bada on the floor ,dressed in a smile sweatshirt and sweatpants . Upon closer inspection, Bada had her left hand holding up her phone , earbuds plugged in , and her right hand shoved in her sweatpants , eyebrows furrowed as she jerked away at her cock . Still letting out little grunts every so often .
I couldn't quite tell what Bada was watching from where I was standing . I was genuinely curious; what could Bada have possibly been watching for her to moan my name?
As of it was the most natural thing in the word . I oppened the door wider and slipped inside the dance studio . Make sure to lock the door before closing it again . Bada was too busy with the task literally in her hand . I don't think she heard me as I made my way to the dance studio . I went much closer to her and yanked one of her earbuds out .
"Watcha watching" I said in a teasing tone .
"Wha-oh my god," Bada flinched , throwing her phone to the other side of her . Taking her hand out of her pants and immediately grabbing the notebook next to her . Making a weak attempt to hide her tenting pants " When did yo- how long-I" Bada stuttered over her words .
"Long enough to hear you maoning my name , maybe next time you jerk off , lock the door idiot"
Me and bada are best friends ever since the day she entered and choreographed our song next level I began hanging out with her evem more , we ave a silly kind of friendship maybe now even more than a friendship.
I sat next to her and asked again " so what are you watching ?"
Bada was still shock that I had seen her going at it and moaning my name . Bada sat there in silence for a few seconds , trying to think of something that didn't make her sound like an absolute weirdo .
"Or i can just get your phone and force you to unlock it in front of me , whatever works for you ." I said witha smirk on my face
"NO!-um-i-i Uh-"
"I already saw you jerking off to how bad could it be ?"
"Okay fine! I was watching your fancams" bada quickly said
I am shocked gusse it my turn now , I just leaned back against the mirror and sacred at nothing before coming back to my senses.
"Well with one was it? "
" oh-uh its the Drama music bank one"
"Yeah , that checks out . I was fucking it up that day," I laughed. " what'd you do like about it ?" I said in a teasing tone .
"You looked so pretty , the way you moved your hips . And the way your ties were straining the shirt" Basa quickly said, playing with the strings of her hoodie.
"You know anybody could've walked in on you and saw you jerking off to one of the members that your choreographing for . What will they think about you , huh? Your supposed to be one of our most trusted choreographers "
Bada just nodded . " y/n is pretty I foundation help myself "
There was a few moments of silence
"So can I finish you off?" I asked like it it the most normal thing in the world
"What-no- get out"
"Come on . And I know you didn't get to finish . Also I can still see your failed attempt to covering your boner " I teased her grabbing the notebook she was covering with "See" I said eyeing the bulge in the older girls pants .
"Fine" Bada brought her hands to her waistband and pulled down her sweatpants . Her bulge is even more prevalent now in her boxers I reached and grazed my fingers over Badas cock . Feeling how it twitched underneath my touch I brushed harder on her cock back and forth . Paying attention to the head and how pre-cum budded through the flimsy fabric . Bada's breath hitched with every menstruation.
"Take them off i want to see more of you"
Bada pulled down her boxers ,cock throbbing and red , twitching as it was exposed to the room's cold air .
"Can I ?"I said while motioning towards the older girl's cock . With a slow nod from Bada . I reached her hand to touch Bada's cock seeing how it twitched in her hands .
"Gid , you're so big you bralely fir around my hands , baby" I whispered .
"Fuxk, please don't stop," Bada owned, bucking her hips into my fist .
"I wouldn't dream of it , so be a good girl for me okay? If you want me to stop , just say so" I made my way down to lay between Bada's thighs . Kissing the inside of her thigh , making my way back up to Bada's cock . Licking her thick shift from the gase all the way to the head , taking the head inside into my mouth . Before pulling back to lick the underside of her cock to the head . Looking up to see Bada's mouth hung open,eyes filled with list . She slowly started taking her cock into my mouth inch by inch. But I couldn't even reach half way without gagging on her cock .
"God , you're so big . I can't even take all of you baby" I rasped out às I started to slowly take Badas cock into my mouth .
"Hmm-ah-y/n you feel so good hng- I'm gonna cum" Bada moaned , resisting the urge to buck into your mouth not wanting to hurt you , seeing you in between her thighs , looking up at her with a sharp gaze as you sucked her cock .
Taking Badas entire length in your mouth Gagging but not wanting to give up , realesed Bada's cock only to go back in taking the hilt . Swallowing hard around her cock .only to receive a tug on your hair from Bada . You were prepared to swallow Bada's cum.
A strangled cry from Bada as she came , thighs trembling , as she shot her load down your throat .
Having to pull up for the last few seconds . "You taste so good, baby but I'm not done with you yet" going to lick the last few drops of cum from the head of Bada's cock . Already becoming addicted to Bada's sweet yet slightly salty cum .
Bada , still in faze , watched as you began to take off your clothes . Not failing to see the wet patch in your panties as you lowered them .Bada started getting hard again , knowing that you had also been getting off on this .
Leaning up against the mirror . You began to straddle Bada's lap . "I can't believe you've been keeping that big cock away from me all this time" you said running your hands under Bada's sweatshirt to play with her nipples . "Let's get that studfy sweatshirt off you " you said as you lifted Bada's shirt over her head . Leaning back to get a better look at Bada's body .
"Tell me baby, when was the last time you got touched like this ?" You husked into Bada's ear as you began to shallowly grind on the older girl's lap , spreading your slick on the girl's cock.
"I've, ah never " Bada said between moans .
"I can already feel you getting hard . You like me touching you this much?" You teased . Bada answered with a nod "tell me Bada what do you want to about this ?" You said still teasing Bada's nipples , you halted your hips eliciting a whine from the girl below you . Only for you respond by reaching down and roughly groping her dick.
"Wanna feel y/n's pussy" Bada whined as she thrashed under the younger girl , only to get stopped by you , as you put your hand on Bada's thighs .
"Yeah? You wanna feel my pussy? Feel me get all wet, gripping around , cum all over that big cock of your?"
"Yes, please, I wan-" Bada whined , getting cut off by you when you reached down one of your hands around her throat before lightly sqeezing the sides of her neck. Resulting in aloud gasp from Bada.
"I doubt you can make me cum ; the second you get in me , you're gonna blow your load . Arents you?" You scoffed, fingers tightening around the older girl's throat .
" no,no,no i can make y/n cum, please, please "Bada begged between gasps trying to get as much air as she could .
"Good , tarts what I wanted to hear" You said , releasing that Bada's throat with a harsh push as you let go . Bada's head hitting the mirror behind her softly. Reaching down a hand downtown guide Bada's cock inside of you ,not before slapping the tip of Bada's cock on your clit. "You better make me cum first" you said , continuing to guide Bada's cock inside of you . A simultaneous man urupted from both girls as you slowly took the older girl length, halting for a few seconds before taking the full length of her .
It was taking everything from Bada to not cum . She tried to focus on anythings else . She watched you insert her cock inside of you grinding a little bit before that . And it was crazy enough to get her off . Bada closed her eyes, bitting her lip , hell she even though she might bleed from it . Your pussy felt so warm and wet . She was gripping onto thin air at this point . She was trying to not thrust into the heat , wanting to feel you even deeper . But she knew you had control, and she didn't want to disobey you .
"You k ow , your the biggest I've even taken " you giggled looking down at Bada . Seeing how the girl's face began to flush red . "Just give me a little longer to get used , okay? Your doing so well for me baby" Bada nodded.
After a few moments, you started to circle around her hips , whin ig and feeling Bada's cock so deep inside. "Come on baby , fuck me good" you grabbed Bada's hands , seeing them on your thighs .
Bada nodded , planting her feet on the floor and began to thrust hard and eep into the younger girl . " y/n , so warm and tight" Bada whined, reaching one of her hands to squeeze one of your breath, eliciting a yelp from you . "Wa...wa....na..na suck on y/n , can I? " Bada muttered, looking up at you withwide eyes , particularly begging .
With Bada looking at you like that . Who was were you to deny the older girl . "Of course you can , baby fucking me so well , you deserve a treat don't you?" Bada kep her hand on your thighs as she spotted over closer. The movement resulted in Bada's cock burying deep inside of you even more. Realesing a high-pitched moan from bada had just done to you . Sitting now against the mirror Bada took one of your nipples into her mouth , sucking the left one and groping the other .
"Hey don't forget you have to make me cum " you reached to one of her hands to grab her attention, Bada not even looking at just hummed sending vibrations to your nipple , the action only drived you closer to your realise . Then suddenly Bada started to back up her thrusts .
"Fuck Bada faster" you moaned , brining your hips down , to match the older girl's thrusts ? The sound of skin clapping sounded the room . Bada started to quckin her pace while still sucking on your nipples and Letting out little moans aginst your chest at the same time while you were grinding her down harder . "Harder , Nfa , I'm close " you moaned
#swf2#bada lee#bada lee x reader#bada lee x y/n#bada imagine#swf2 x reader#street woman fighter 2#bebe#team bebe#street woman fighter x reader#swf2 smut#smut#bada lee swf#lee bada#bottom bada#aespa
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Just a thought…
Avengers groups on vacation at one of Starks cabins. It’s late at night everyone has been drinking and they’re now all settled around the couches chatting, joking, and teasing each other. Reader is sitting in between Nat and Wanda. They are not a thing but Nat and Wanda (who are dating) are definitely interested in Reader. Anyways some how they get onto the topic of who out of the group is a bottom and who is a top. Reader is pretty fucking buzzed at this point.
Y/n : “YOU THINK I AM A BOTTOM???!? ME?!? I am the least bottom-ie bottom of all bottoms!.!. I AM the tippiest of all tops. —”
Everyone chuckling Wanda and Nat smirking
Y/n : “like please I am the teller of what is to be done. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can tell me THE TELLER what to do—”
Wanda : “oh yeah?”
Y/n : “uh huh (kinda slurred) no body (hiccup) can tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “Can you hand me my drink off the table sweetheart?”
Y/n : “huh? Oh yeah of course. Here you go. Now as I was saying —”
Wanda : “hand this to Nat for me.” (Gives them Nat’s phone)
Y/n : (passes the phone) “here you go Nat. Um where was I?” Looks at Nat for directions.
Nat: “you were saying how nobody can tell you what to do.”
Y/n : “Oh right, yeah you got to be crazy if you’d think I’d ever let somebody tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “go grab my bag off the table over there for me hun”
Y/n : “Okay, over here?” (get up and walks towards the table)
Wanda : “Yes, the black book bag with my red insignia on it”
Y/n : (whispers to themselves -“insign-who?” Searches and holds one up) “this one?”
Wanda : “Yes hun, that one. Now bring it over here.”
Y/n : (walks over and hands her the bag) “like I was saying - takes another drink - you will not find me underneath no one. Nobody can make me do anything or tell ME what to do. I call the shots around here.”
Everyone quietly dying laughing
Y/n : “I -hiccup- I wear the um strap in the relationship”
Nat : (leans forward) “Oh you do now?”
Y/n : “Y-Yes. Very much so. I stay strapped.”
Nat : “is that so?”
Y/n : “Yep”
Nat : (grabs the bag from Wanda and unzips it. She reaches down in and pulls out a red strap-on) “put it on then”
Everyone dying at this point while Nat looks so smug and readers eyes are bulging out of their head choking a bit on their drink.
Y/n : “well…well I mean..I…um”
Nat : “Come on Ms I stay strapped. Let’s see you put it on.”
Y/n : (grabs the strap then looks at Nat for direction)
Nat : “Go ahead..let’s see it”
Y/n : (has never put on a strap before goes to put it over her pants)
Wanda : “it’s upside down sweetheart”
Y/n : “right I knew that I was just checking it out.”
Y/n : (goes to step in it)
Nat : “you know that’s not where your leg goes right?”
Y/n : “oh yeah heh I was just getting my footing”
Y/n: (takes foot out then tries to put it in the right hole. Gets tripped up and starts to fall (drunk balance and all) and Nat catches them)
Nat : “here let me help” (Nat puts their legs in the right places and pulls it all the way till it’s snug. Wanda reaches over and pulls the straps tight to where it’s jostling y/n a bit)
Wanda: “there you go”
Y/n : ( their face is beet red with a little overly large red dildo hanging between their legs after being fussed over (slightly manhandled) to put in on by Nat and Wanda.
Nat : “as you were saying….”
#natasha x y/n#wandanat x y/n#natasha x fem!reader#wandanat x female reader#wandanat x reader#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wanda marvel#the avengers#natasha x reader#drunk#soft dom nat#soft dom wanda#top#avengersteam
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Asmodeus
February Filth Fest - 7; demon fucking, somnophilia
group : ateez
pairing : demon!yeosang × reader
genre : smut, horror ?, fantasy
word count : 4.3 k
warning : mdni, smut; piv, fucking with a demon, somnophilia, oral (f receiving), dark themes, obsession ??, corruption ??, choking (sexy choking, not welcome to your funeral choking), breeding, risk play (pregnancy), squirting
a/n : i was so confused about what to write for yeosang's fff because initially i wanted to do smth like toys but idk it didn't really resonate with me ?? like for some reason i thought i could pick something more adventurous for yeosang. @rdiamond2727 said tentacle hentai (specifically the kraken seonghwa killed in symphony no.9) and i said go the fuck to hell
buy me coffee ?
You woke up with a jolt in cold sweats again.
A feeling of terror crawled up your skin as you coughed, throat feeling dry. Your eyes frantically looked around your dark room, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary but also wishing you wouldn't see anything popping up or out anywhere.
You've been waking up like that quite a lot of times this past two weeks and always in fear. But the thing is, you don't know what exactly it was you were afraid of. You had never had provlems sleeping in your room, it was your nest, you loved it so much. But lately it felt like something was in your room with you.
"I must be going crazy," muttering to yourself, you reached for your glass of water and gulped it down in an attempt to calm yourself down before going back to sleep. After putting your glass down on the nightstand, you scanned your room one more time, still feeling uneasy as if something was lurking but your eyes couldn't find anything (thankfully). So you simply laid back down on your bed and closed your eyes, letting sleep take you once again.
In your dream, you met the man that has beem visiting you in your subconscious plane. He was beautiful, dark hair, pale skin, and a birthmark under one of his eyes. He was mesmerizing and he was looking at you with so much affection. The beauty of the meadow was nothing compared to him. He was truly an art.
You walked closer to him and he reached out both hands for you to take, a gentle smile on his face as he brushed away a piece of hair from your face. "I've been wanting to ask if you wanted to be with me," he said with his deep, honey-like voice that made your knees almost buckled. Your hands automatically found purchase on his shoulders, pulling him close to you so that your faces were merely inches apart. "Of course I wanted to be with you," you said as you leaned close to connect your lips with his. Just as your lips were about to touch, you vividly felt the man's hands gripping you tightly, pulling you flush against him with one hand tucked around your back and the other holding your leg on the side of his hips. You let out a shuddered breath when you felt the outline of his very hard cock pressing against your core, the hard appendage putting pressure on your clit just right. "Is this you telling me that you're giving me permission to make you mine? To take you however I please?" He confirmed, lips now grazing each other oh so teasingly and you couldn't help but squeaked out a 'yes!' and practically pounced on the man. Your lips melding as your bodies tangled on the ground. "Take me, Yeosang," you moaned into his lips, not realizing that your subconscious rendez-vous was making your physical body aroused.
Just as your consciousness drifted away, a figure stepped out of the shadows.
"Finally," the man breathed out shakily, taking a step closer towards your body that was laying down on your bed. Yeosang tugged his robe off, letting it pool on the floor.l to reveal his bare chest and low-hanging black trousers. Yeosang carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning his knees on either sides of your foot so he could tower over you. "You're mine, completely mine to use," he stated to himself, fingers clutching onto your blanket and tugging it off of you slowly as if he was doing a dramatic reveal of your body even to himself. Yeosang couldn't help but let out a shaky exhale when he was able to take your figure wholly and now with the chance of physically touching it.
Asmodeus was his demonic name but he hated it. He hated how people only see him as the Prince of Lust by calling him Asmodeus. So when he first visited your dream, unable to resist your sweet temptation, he was so close to devouring your subconscious form when you smiled happily and called him Yeosang. The innocence of your action and voice ironically caused his cock to twitch in his pants and ever since then, he made it his mission to have you give yourself to him and he will be patient. No matter how easily he could've just struck fear in you and forced you to surrender yourself to him, he didn't want that. For the first time ever, he wanted your devotion, he wanted your whole being and while it might have stemmed from him wanting to absolutely ruin you, the last thing he wanted was to actually destroy you.
With a gentle touch, Yeosang hooked his fingers on your sleep shorts and panties slowly. His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed the lump in his throat as a string of slick appeared between your pussy and your cotton panties. It was almost immediate, but his resolve faltered and before he realized what he was doing, he was burying his face between your legs. It was hard for Yeosang to not just devour you completely, when his tongue dipped between your folds and he tasted you for the first time, his hands tightened on the flesh of your upper thighs in a vice as his hips rutted on your bed, seeking friction. A guttural groan escaped Yeosang's mouth and it sent vibrations straight to your cunt causing your body to involuntarily shift. Yeosang watched in delight when your legs spread wider open for him as your hips ground against his face. Your reaction served as a great motivator for Yeosang as he spread open your pussy lips with his thumbs and let his tongue flick your clit before dragging it down to dip at your hole. "Fuck," he moaned when he delivered a particularly harsh flick to your nub that made your hips jolted slightly.
Slowly, you regained consciousness. You didn't remember much but yoh remembered dreaming about Yeosang, about kissing him. Initially you thought that you woke up due to fearing something again as it was the only reason you could think of. But as yoh regained your consciousness, you suddenly felt a warm sensation creeping from your core and spreading to your whole body. The warmth was soon followed by pleasure as you began to realize that your room was filled with squelching sounds and that someone was between your legs, eating you out with tongue long and firm. Despite your confused state, you tried sitting up slightly to take a look but a hand shot up to hold you down by your stomach, causing you to gasp in surprise.
But it seemed like your surprise came too early because when you saw Yeosang lifting his head up from between your legs with a smirk on his face and chin wet with your arousal, you almost scrambled away. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let you go so easily, his grip was like a vice on you.
"Hello there, good for you to finally join me," he chuckled darkly. Your body froze in fear but at the same time, you couldn't help but clench at how sexy he looked. "Yeosang," you breathed out shakily, managing to call his name as you immediately recognized him. It was surreal because you were sure he was just a fragment of your imagination and nothing more. But when Yeosang groaned and accidentally humped on your leg as you called out his name, you couldn't deny that you found that so incredibly hot of him and it turned you on. "I've been waiting for this for a long time," he breathed out as he slowly crawled up your body, revealing his milky white skin, his smooth pecs, and strong, bulging arms, it felt as if he was a predator and you're his prey, you felt small and intimidated just from the way his eyes were focused on you yet you couldn't help but get even wetter. "I'm so happy that you were willing to give yourself to me," his face was right on top of yours and his cold hand softly cupped your face. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest but you couldn't tell if it was from fear or arousal whichever it was, your legs instinctively snapped shut and it was only then you fully realized how wet you were, "Now, I'm making you mine," he said before crashing his lips on you.
You were caught by surprise, the impact sent you reeling back further into your pillow. While Yeosang's movements were both harsh and rash, his lips were soft and his touch was gentle on you. "What are you?" you asked, whispering against his lips in between kisses. Yeosang chuckled at your question, his lips slowly trailing down the side of your neck down to your collarbones, "I'm... the man of your dreams," you yelped when Yeosang bit into your shoulder in a teasing manner. Not satisfied with his answer, you whined and tried to push him off of you so you could look at him better. Yeosang's stomach churned and his hips twitched slightly when he saw you looking up at him with your bottom lip jutted forward and eyes glazed from sleep and confusion, "That didn't answer my question," your voice was small and low as if you were afraid to complain to him. And to be frank, if Yeosang were to focus on your scent, he could actually smell the fear out of you. But above that, your arousal is more prominent. When the scent hit his nose, his tongue tingled with your taste and he knew he had to make you his soon or else he'd go crazy.
So Yeosang pulled himself off of you momentarily, crawling backwards slightly to create space between you two (much to your disappointment). "I, my dear," you were suddenly pulled by both of your legs closer to him, your head left your pillow and instead resting directly on your sheets, "Am Asmodeus, Prince of Lust," with gentle, almost memory-engraving movements, Yeosang placed your legs on either side of him, "But to you," in a swift movement, he stuck two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a cry, "I am your King, Yeosang."
It was obvious that Yeosang was experienced and it wasn't just because he is the Prince of Lust, but it was because he seemed to know a great deal about how to make you weak without even trying. As one of his hands was preoccupied with pleasuring you, his free hand started taking himself out of the confines of his pants. You didn't even realize what he was doing until you felt him moving around under you as he was taking his pants off with one hand. Yeosang was barely pulling his pants down when you took ahold of the hand that was fingering you, surprising him. "Let me," you said, sounding a little braver now.
Tension filled the room, waiting for what to happen next. Slowly, you sat up the same time Yeosang pulled his fingers out of you which effectively made you feel empty but you decided that that didn't matter compared to what was anticipating you. Seeing you sitting up slightly, Yeosang stood on his knees towering over you with his bulky build. Your hands shook slightly as you reached for him, obviously intimidated because if what he said was true, then he was not a human being and you didn't even want to know what would happen if you fucked up. Little did you know, Yeosang could never think that you fucked something up, he absolutely worshipped the ground you walked on and it might sound weird especially since he was a demon and you were merely a mortal (or perishable according to his brother, Wooyoung), but the fact that you were so fragile was what made him so drawn to you in the first place.
"Don't be afraid," Your movements halted and your eyes snapped up to look at Yeosang, surprise on your face. "I'm as much as yours as you are mine," a shaky breath left your lips when Yeosang cupped your face in his big hands, his thumb gently caressing your bottom lip to soothe you. His words served as a great motivator for you as your movements became more sure. When your hands made contact with Yeosang's hips, he visibly shuddered and you couldn't believe how absolutely breathtaking he looked when his orbs turned from golden to red and how his milky white chest expanded when he took a breath. Nothing, though, nothing prepared you for the surprise that welcomed you when you pulled his trousers down and his cock sprung free, slapping his stomach with its tip angry red and leaking precum. He was massive, to say the least, hands down the biggest you've ever seen be it in real life or porn and you just know he knows how to use it. You had never felt attraction towards penises before as realistically speaking, it's still a penis and it's still weird looking but somehow when you saw Yeosang's, you just know you want it in your mouth.
"You're drooling," Yeosang chuckled. You blushed and swallowed the saliva that was accumulating in your mouth, embarrassed that Yeosang had caught you staring at his dick and getting so hungry over it. Though, he found it endearing, adorable even. He brought your face up to him, sealing your lips with a passionate kiss momentarily before detaching himself, "I know you want to have me in your mouth, but I'm claiming you first, okay?" he smiled.
In a flash, you couldn't even comprehend how it happened, but Yeosang had flipped you back onto your bed. You landed rather harshly so you were grateful for the cushioning. As you tried to make sense of the new position, Yeosang took his trousers completely off (allowing his cock to bounce and bob heavily with his every movement) and threw them somewhere he couldn't care for at that moment. He grabbed your right leg and placed it on his left shoulder, his lips trailing kisses from your calf to your ankle with his eyes closed, savouring the moment for himself as his other hand pulled your left leg to circle his taut waist. In this position, you could feel his bare cock pressing on your thigh and you surprised yourself when your back arched and hips rolled to have him graze against your cunt. "I've been waiting to have your body for so long, I fear I may not be able to hold myself back," he warned, eyes turning mockingly pitiful. You let out a whine when he bit the skin of your leg with his sharp canines though the pain merely made you clench your wet pussy. "Then don't hold back," you stated.
You could almost hear a switch being flicked in Yeosang as his grip tightened, on you and without doing much more than shifting his hips, he shoved himself halfway into your cunt without proper warning. If you think he was massive, now you DEFINITELY know that he was based on the aching pain in your cunt. It's not an exaggeration to say that it kind of felt like you were losing your virginity once again. So for the sake of the argument, let's just say you were losing your virginity whereas your virginity referred to being fucked by beings other than humans. "Fuck," you whimpered as tears dropped from your eyes when you squeezed them shut, the pain was rather too much for you as you didn't anticipate that it would be that bad. "You thought you could take me easily, didn't you, my ambitious little vixen?" Yeosang chuckled darkly, completely giddy from seeing your reaction to him. Your thighs shook when he tried to push in deeper and your body reeled backwards slightly, moving on its own to create a slight gap. "The pain will be over soon, I promise. I have to mould your little pussy with my cock first, okay? Can you hold on?" he asked, still in a mocking tone but his hands were caressing your legs as if to distract you from the pain he was inflicting. You know you could take him all in, you just needed time and put your trust in him. You wanted to answer but you found yourself unable to let noises out other than whimpers and cries so you simply nodded frantically to him.
It was rather torturous when Yeosang started moving, he pulled back first before pushing in slightly deeper than he had entered before. It was a tactic to make sure you both could progress without waiting too long. Because it was also torturous for Yeosang to pace himself and not just fuck you into oblivion especially when your cunt was gripping on him so tight and you felt so warm and you just looked so ethereal whilst taking his cock. You tried your best not to trash around and risk adding more pain to yourself, so to distract yourself, you held onto Yeosang's right hand on your left thigh as the other clenched onto your sheets. It was obvious that you didn't know how much you affected Yeosang as his muscles stiffened when he felt your hand reaching for him in an attempt to seek comfort. He was a demon for fuck's sake, what kind of a depraved human seeks comfort from a demon whose cock is fucking them? The best kind apparently. His.
The touch caused Yeosang to involuntarily thrust slightly deeper than he had intended and you could feel more pain than before. You yelped as more tears escaped from your clenched eyes and while it should've worried Yeosang, he only found you more beautiful as when you opened your eyes, they seemed like they were glittering.
Slowly, with every slow thrust Yeosang delivered, you felt yourself relaxing more and more and you felt your pleasure building soon you found your whimpers turning into moans and your cunt seeking more of him by grinding up. Yeosang smirked at the blatant display of need, it stroked his ego to see that you wanted him just as much (maybe slightly less, he assumed) as he wanted you. So he began thrusting harder. Your sopping cunt made obscene squelching noises each time he entered you, it was like you were sucking him in rather than him entering you and it felt amazing. The more you moaned, the more assured Yeosang became that you had gotten used to his dick inside you. "Shit, you're making it hard for me to control myself," Yeosang groaned as he started thrusting faster whilst simultaneously pressing his body onto you, widening your legs for him so he could press himself impossibly closer to you, effectively pushing the rest of him inside.
It wasn't until his cock was wholly inside you that you realized how thick and heavy it actually was. Your eyes rolled back into their sockets as your back arched, allowing the shirt you were still wearing to slip, revealing your bare breasts to Yeosang whom at the reveal simply wanted to suckle on them until they were raw. Your first orgasm came crashing down on you so abruptly, you hadn't had the chance to even realize you were cumming. Thighs shaking, hips rolling, and jaw slacking, it was like an opera to Yeosang who was transfixed at how you came from simply him filling you up. Although, the cherry on top was when you yelled out his name as your unravelled. No, you didn't use the name you gave him, the name that he held so preciously in his heart, but you called him Asmodeus. Never would Yeosang think that he'd love his name once again or even like his demon name as it was always tied to negativity and scrutiny. But the moment you called out to his demonic side, the moment you used it in a state of euphoria and pleasure, it felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. Which is both ironic and impossible.
The little bit of control left Yeosang's body seeing you come hard like that and before he could stop himself, he was pistoning his cock inside your sloppy cunt. You were barely done with your high when your core began buzzing with overstimulation. "Fuck!" Profanities started spitting out of your mouth when Yeosang shifted again, this time folding you in half, your right leg still on his left shoulder as his hands framed you on either side of your head. "You know," a powerfully thrust was delivered to your cunt so hard you could feel his balls slapping your ass, "I've never thanked you for giving me a name that I actually love," he smirked, pecking your lips gently, a complete 180 to they utter savage treatment he was giving your cunt. You wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but he took your breath away (almost literally) when he folded both of your legs into your chest, his hands were placed on your knees as he towered over your bunched-up body yet again. His muscles flexed with every move and the moonlight was shining onto him so that you could see how angelic he looked even in such a position. You had your reservations about deities before, but Yeosang confirmed that he truly was the offspring of fallen angels because nothing would explain his beauty.
"As a thank you, how about I breed your greedy cunt and give you my babies?"
Words meant nothing as they almost fell on deaf ears from your overstimulation. What Yeosang said was barely computed in your brain when he resumed in abusing your pussy, now with a goal in mind. "Can I?" He managed out in between animalistic thrusts, "That way you'll be mine forever." You thought you had reached your maximum level of arousal but Yeosang's little suggestion pushed you over the edge and you felt like you were about to pop then and there. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, bind me to you forever Yeosang- Shit! Make me yours!" You cried out pathetically as your hands shot out, not realizing that you had grabbed his shoulder and his throat.
Yeosang's eyes darkened at your action, he could easily assume that you didn't even realize what you were doing like maybe it was just a one-time reflex, but to say that Yeosang didn't immediately notice that you had the potential of getting into some of the harder things he liked to do. And when you squeezed his neck in a response to him making your pussy feel so good, Yeosang's eyes rolled back and his hips stuttered slightly, almost halting due to the pleasure of having the oxygen minimalized from his lungs. Inadvertently, Yeosang pressed his own hands onto you which allowed you to experience the shortening of breath that Yeosang was experiencing.
Everything started to become too much. The animalistic pace, Yeosang's massive cock, the pressure on your body, and the lack of oxygen. Once again you found yourself getting close to climaxing, you could feel it at the very edge as adrenaline rushed straight to your head in anticipation of releasing again. Suddenly, you felt vibrations in your hand and it brought your focus to Yeosang who was growling. The hand that was gripping his neck was tightening so much that your fingernails dug into his smooth skin, red started surrounding the area and you even noticed some started to form wounds. "You're really trying to make me love you even more, aren't you?" Yeosang scoffed teasingly, making you realize that he actually liked you being rough with him.
All of a sudden your body froze, muscles tensing and your form growing rigid, your hands now gripping onto Yeosang incredibly hard that Yeosang verbally choked. Your brain felt fuzzy and you swore you blacked out momentarily when you came with a cry that fell deaf on your own ears. With Yeosang pressing onto your lower body, you started squirting, drenching Yeosang's toned stomach and lower region along with your sheets. It was the feeling of your juice splashing on him that made Yeosang came inside you as he promised. His eyes snapped shut as he enjoyed the feeling of you being filled by him, your juices mixing together inside you. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes snapped shut, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cum endlessly filling you up to the point that he felt like it was resisting him slightly, trying to push his cock out of your warm cunt. While to you it simply meant that Yeosang came inside you and depending on demon biology it meant there's a chance you might get pregnant, for Yeosang, it meant that if any demons were to get close to you, they'll notice his scent on you and back off.
It took a while, but your limbs soon fell limp to your sides when Yeosang released you from his position by standing straight, still not wanting to pull out of you yet. You had passed out from the activity, your shirt sweaty and your chest rising and dropping slowly while your limbs were unmoving. Yeosang couldn't help but chuckle to himself, proud that he had picked the right person to claim but also proud of you that you were able to stand so long. His hand gently caressed your face, pushing some stray strands of hair away so he could admire your beauty wholly and when you nuzzled your cheek into his touch, he couldn't help but completely melt and fawn over you.
Now, how can he convince you to let him put his mark on you?
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Hello good sir, can I request 141 + Alejandro and König where the reader celebrates a certain amount of hears of sobriety from drugs?
Like the reader used to abuse substance because of something traumatic like a death of a loved one or smth like that and now they're celebrating getting out of that situation?
I'm currently 1 year sober from drugs and I'm just rlly happy :)
Love your posts btw ❤❤
Congratulations on your sobriety!
It’s been a while since you’ve felt like you have control over your body. You no longer dig for the bottle. The want is still there, but that’s all it is– a want, when at the beginning it felt like a need. Overall, it’s been a year. A long year, but a year.
It’s been almost a year and a half since your friend died. The aftermath felt like darkness that you couldn’t find your way out of. Certain days can be harder than others, but you still haven’t reached for a bottle in a year.
You went out and bought yourself something small after you left your house. You weren’t sure what you wanted to buy even after you arrived at the store. You made the decision when your eyes landed on the sweet treat.
You knew of people that had parties to commemorate the accomplishment, but you were happy to pick up the individual cupcake to celebrate. The cupcake was small, all wrapped up in plastic and shining under the fluorescent light. Everything used to feel so heavy when you stopped drinking, even the smallest things like getting out of bed, but now, it all feels so small.
You probably looked crazy walking up to the self-checkout holding a cupcake and smiling, but you felt happy. You thanked an employee on your way out the door, still smiling.
“Have a good day,” they responded, sending a small smile of courtesy your way.
“You too.” You walked out of the store and started the walk home. The small walk home.
Your home wasn’t the way you left it when you got home. It was full of other bodies, talking and laughing, making their presence known from the moment you stepped in.
“How’d you get in my house?” You asked the group when you walked to where they were in the living room, all of them sprawled out and comfortable.
“We have a copy,” Soap responded nonchalantly.
“We?”
Price walked over to where you stood in the entryway and clapped you on the shoulder in greeting, “just him,” Price clarified.
“Ah,” you weren’t sure if that was any better.
“What’re you doing here?”
“We know how important today is,” Price said. With his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you to the couch. When you were settled down, your body in between his and Simon’s, he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s been a year?” He asked.
“Just about,” you responded softly, smiling down at the cupcake you still help, clutching it protectively to your chest.
“We’re proud of you, you know that?” Your friend would be too,” you could hear the smile in Price’s voice.
“Thank you. I’m proud of myself, too,” you were getting choked up, but still had the smile on your face.
König and Gaz sat on your loveseat, their bodies squeezed together to try and fit in the small space. Soap sat near their legs, digging around in his pocket, both of the men on the couch watching him with furrowed brows.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling confusion instead of sadness, “is that my key?” You asked when Soap tossed the item on your coffee table. It nearly flew off, but landed just on the edge.
“It’s the one I used to make my copy.”
“How many did you make?”
“Me, Simon, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Ale-” Soap listed off on his fingers, getting cut off by Gaz throwing a pillow in his face.
“Do not forget about me,” König said, ignoring the glare Gaz sent his way.
“He’s the only one that has one,” Ghost said.
“Has one what?” Rudy asked, who had just walked in with Alejandro.
“Nothing!” Soap said to the two of them then threw the pillow back at Gaz.
“You have a key too?” You asked them both.
“Of course we do,” they both said, coming in to settle down into the space like all the others were.
You met them all days into your sobriety when you thought it would be better to be out of your house, away from the bottles you knew you still had to throw away. Soap had run into you, the group of men playing a game in the park you decided to take a walk in. It left you with a scar on your knee, which now had the cupcake resting on top of it.
“Did you all just break into my house to watch television?” You asked after everything had quieted down.
“Soap did, but we didn’t,” Price responded, and laughed softly at the noise Soap squawked out in protest.
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Say That Again
tom cruise x fem!actress!reader
summary: during an interview, simon calls you out about your multi-lingual abilities, making you say something embarrassing. tom finds it absolutely attractive and can’t stop thinking about you talking in that tone of voice to him.
warnings: 18+, no plot, language, friends with benefits, protected sex
wc: 1.3k
a/n: based on a request by @rveyjules! I took a couple creative liberties, I hope you don’t mind! this has absolutely no plot, so don't go looking for a storyline lol
“Please welcome Tom Cruise, Henry Cavill, Rebecca Ferguson, Simon Pegg, and Y/N Y/L/N!”
The crowd erupts into cheers and whistles. It takes well over a minute for everyone to calm down.
“I’m so glad you’re here tonight!” Jimmy exclaims.
“It’s great to be here,” Tom smiles.
“So, we have newcomer Y/N Y/L/N to the Mission team. Y/N, what has it been like working alongside these amazing actors?” Jimmy asks.
“Oh, starting with me,” you blush. “It’s been fantastic. Everyone has been so kind and patient. I’m sure Henry can agree with me on this, but it was a little nerve-wracking coming into a series like Mission with such an established story and characters.”
Henry nods. “The crew has been so welcoming. A big part of it is that Tom really likes to get everyone together even when we’re not filming to form those bonds that you see on the screen.”
“I think that’s what keeps this franchise going is those character bonds we see,” Jimmy says. “Now, does any of that change with filming in different countries?”
“I try really hard to ‘normalize’ Mission as much as I can,” Tom says. “We spend a few weeks here, a few weeks there… It's a crazy schedule. I try to set it up to where we can take breaks and just have fun outside of work.”
“You film in so many countries, is there ever a struggle with the language barrier?” Jimmy asks.
“I think all of us are at least conversational in a lot of languages,” Simon says. “Some are better than others…”
Everyone laughs.
“But like, Y/n here is almost fluent in Japanese, which I love,” Simon says.
“Really?” Tom turns so he can face you.
“Thanks Simon,” you say playfully, hitting his shoulder.
“She is! It’s crazy,” Rebecca says.
“Can you say something for us?” Jimmy asks.
“Um… Ohayō, ogenki desu ka?”
“And what does that mean?” Jimmy asks.
“Just a simple, ‘hi, how are you?’,” you smile.
“I believe there’s something with the word ara-ara,” Simon laughs.
“Simon, no!” You laugh.
“Ara-ara?” Jimmy asks.
“It’s kind of a meme,” you explain. “But you have to say it right.”
“How so?” Jimmy asks.
You clear your throat, and then as seductively as you can without embarrassing yourself too much… “Ara-ara.”
Everyone laughs and Tom just about chokes on his water, making everyone laugh harder.
“That was… something,” Tom remarks.
“Simon, I hate you,” you say, laughing.
The interview quickly gets back on the topic of Mission, and wraps up shortly after.
The group makes their way back to their dressing rooms to change back into “street clothes”.
There’s a knock on your door. You open it to see Tom standing in the hallway.
“Hey,” you say.
“Hey,” he says, not making eye contact.
“What’s wrong?”
“Can I come in?”
“Um, sure,” you say, moving so Tom can enter. You close the door.
“I didn’t know you could talk like that,” Tom says in a low voice.
“What do you mean?” you ask playfully.
Tom tries to hold back a moan. “You sounded so hot… I can’t stop thinking about doing things to you.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not being very professional.”
“Fuck being professional,” he growls, moving towards you.
“Tom,” you breathe. “Not here.”
Tom reaches out and grabs your arm. He gives it a squeeze and then lets go.
“You’re right. Not here.” Tom sighs. “Come to my hotel room.”
You nod. “I can do that,” you whisper.
“Quickly.”
You nod. Tom quickly exits your dressing room, and you hurriedly finish changing so you can get to the hotel.
You get to the hotel, and you’re standing outside Tom’s room.
You take a breath and then knock. He opens the door instantly, pulling you in.
“Tom,” you whisper.
“I’ve always had a thing for you,” he says softly, brushing hair out of your face. “And the way you said that word…”
“Oh, you like it when I talk like that?” you ask seductively, lightly moving your fingertips up his arms.
Tom closes his eyes. “You have no idea.”
“Mm… I can talk to you like this,” you say with your hands moving to his chest.
“Please,” he says in a strained voice, resting his forehead against yours.
“Do you need to fuck me?” you ask him.
The two of you have agreed to a friends with benefits relationship, neither one of you quite ready to commit to anything, but needing something more than just friendship. And when the two of you met, you both really hit it off.
“Yes,” he whispers.
You start to unbutton his shirt, breathing a little heavier now.
Tom’s hands find the buttons to your shorts, undoing them and pulling them off. You finish unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off his body.
“Sweetheart,” he breathes, pulling your shirt off.
You unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor.
Tom moans, unable to hold back.
You work at his pants, pulling them down.
“Go ahead and fuck me,” you whisper, palming at his groin.
Tom picks up his pants, pulling his wallet out, then a condom.
You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “You always have one on you?”
Tom nods. “I can never guess when you’ll do this to me.”
A moan escapes you. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Tom walks you backwards to the bed. You fall backwards on it, and he crawls on top of you.
He starts kissing your jaw, down your neck, down your body.
“Tom,” you whisper.
He looks up at you, putting his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva. Your hips involuntarily buck, knowing what’s about to happen.
Tom’s fingers dive into your folds, making you yelp. He circles your clit, making you squirm.
A finger is inserted into you.
“Tom,” you moan.
He takes his other hand and presses down on your lower abdomen, and you can feel his finger petting your walls.
“More,” you beg.
Tom smiles, inserting another finger.
You put a hand on his, the one that’s working in you.
“I was thinking something… thicker,” you say softly.
“Fuck,” Tom groans. “Okay.”
He removes his fingers, then his boxers. He strokes himself a couple times before ripping the condom wrapper open.
You watch him closely as he rolls the condom down his shaft.
“Tom,” you plead in a whisper.
“I’m right here,” he replies, starting to push into you.
“Shit,” you moan.
“I’m right here,” he repeats, bottoming out against you.
He slowly thrusts against you, grunting in pleasure.
“Agh, sweetheart,” he mumbles, laying down on you, wrapping his arms around you.
“Faster,” you whisper.
Tom grunts in reply, his hips moving faster and faster.
“Tom…” you almost cry in pleasure.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he whispers.
Your fingernails dig into his back as you let go, cumming on his hard cock.
Soon, Tom finishes as well. He sighs, letting down all his weight on you.
You grunt with the added weight. “Fuck.”
Tom sits up and pulls out of you. He discards the condom and lays back down on the bed, pulling you onto his chest.
“Tom,” you exhale.
“You didn’t have to talk like that at the interview,” he whispers.
“Mm, but now I know what it does to you.”
“I think we should change our status. Have a real relationship.”
“What?”
“I’m falling for you, y/n.”
“Tom.”
“We can keep it a secret for a while. Test it out. No pressure or anything for either one.”
You look up at Tom.
“I care about you so much,” Tom says softly.
You nod. “I think we could give it a try.”
Tom smiles softly and kisses your head.
“No pressure,” he repeats.
“No pressure,” you agree.
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⚣ Predator & Prey 🔥
Check out Part One🦍 if you haven't already!
⚣🔥 A/N → For anyone who has read the previous version of this on my original account, no you're not crazy. In the process of me editing and revising, I took out and/or added some parts. Which. speaking of, the NSFW is over 2000 words longer than the original. I need to be stopped.
WARNINGS: INTERSEX Male Reader. Canon-Typical Violence. Dub-Con slightly leaning into Non-Con. Emotional triggers. More Ass-smacking. Manhandling. SFW Version Posted here. NSFW version posted to Patreon (IT'S FREE TO READ)!
⚣🔥 Summary → After an eventful afternoon of being manhandled and groped by your sexually crazed teammate, your teammates finally managed to subdue the Kryptonian and get you out of his grasp, thanks to Batman's insurance policy. As you all leave him to recover and rest after learning the serum's true purpose, you find yourself trapped inside a powered-down with only you and Conner left inside. How are you going to get out of this one?
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Half an hour.
It took half an hour for your team to free you from Conner’s grasp. And these people had the nerve to call themselves heroes.
They chased him throughout the entire Cave while sealing off the exit in the vehicle hangar since he tried to escape the headquarters with you.
All you could do was watch from your position slung over the Kryptonian’s shoulder as they tried different tricks and ambushes to subdue him. At some point, you used your powers to melt the makeshift cuffs on your wrists, freeing your bound hands which Conner was not happy about at all if the way he spanked your ass said something about it.
Whenever you tried to free yourself from his hold, he’d spank, pinch, or claw at your butt as a punishment. He’d sometimes shake you around a bit to try and disorient you. It worked in his favor since you spent so much time hanging upside down while being jerked around from his constant running and leaping, that it’d leave you dizzy at times. Your legs had even fallen asleep at some point while your neck was sore from constantly having to hold your head and upper body up.
Thankfully, with your now free hands, you could hold yourself up easier by placing your hands on Conner’s back. Which was totally not extremely hot and attractive from how sweaty and shiny his skin looked from the parts you could see through his torn shirt.
So not hot.
Yeah, I’ll take $1000 for WORLD’S BIGGEST LIAR!
Anyway, that was just Conner’s way of dealing with you. He was much more brutal with your friends.
Your comrades may as well have been world-class villains the way he was fighting them. But, that was only if they tried to help you or got too close for his liking. If they attacked him, he’d just maneuver and dodge out of the way.
Red Tornado was right with his earlier warning to the group. Conner didn’t seem to care about himself, he only cared about keeping you out of their reach. In his primal state of mind, you belonged to him, and so he was defending his territory.
At one point, Wally got close to freeing you. While Zatanna and M’Gann kept the Kryptonian distracted from the front, the speedster sneakily sped up behind you two to grab your hands, thinking he could just pull you off from Conner’s shoulder before he could react.
Unfortunately, you both once again underestimated his abilities. His reflexes were fast enough that the second he felt your body start to slip from his hold, he turned around and had Wally by the throat against one of the walls. Even though he didn’t try to choke him, it was enough to shock you all.
Conner only let him go when you pressed glowing hands against his back to burn him which earned you a hefty smack on the ass. You’d be very surprised if you looked in the mirror and didn’t see an outline of Conner’s handprint on your behind which also had to have been red like a tomato from his rough treatment of it. Just from how hot and stinging your skin felt under the suit, you knew it would be sore and you’d have trouble sitting for the next few hours.
You’d pretty much lost all hope until Batman pulled out his ‘contingency plan’, a ring made of green kryptonite he had stashed in his utility belt.
When Conner was distracted, the Dark Knight swooped in and got one good hit across the face with the ring, which was enough to disorient him and loosen the grip he had over your legs. You immediately took advantage of the moment to free yourself, reaching your arm backward to press your glowing hand against his arm holding your thighs. He screamed in pain, which you felt bad for, but when his arm dropped as he shook your hand off, you finally could roll off his shoulder onto the ground, happy to feel a solid surface again.
The Kryponite obviously did a number since Conner didn’t recover as fast. But, it wasn’t enough to knock him completely back. The moment he realized you were no longer in his hold, he screamed out in rage before trying to grab you again.
Batman swooped in and got another hit before he could reach you though, this time on his abdomen knocking him down. Then, Robin came by with another larger piece of kryptonite, just in case. Where Batman had all this kryptonite stored, you didn’t know. Frankly, you didn’t think you wanted to know.
You hated hearing his screams of pain, but you’d rather he be knocked out and sedated than trying to pin you against another wall.
Well, maybe you wouldn’t mind that. Just without the aggressive and dominant behavior.
Alright, you wouldn’t mind that either!
You just didn’t like it happening in front of your friends. It was all you could do to even glance at M’Gann when she and your teammates came to help you onto your feet as the numbing feeling slowly retreated from your legs.
Even your waist was sore since you spent so much time hanging from Conner’s shoulders. You were just thanking whatever deity out there that you didn’t pee yourself while all this was happening because the pressure against your bladder seriously made it quite the job.
Speaking of, you really should go take care of that.
“He’ll be fine.” You heard Batman say as you returned from the showers. When you made it to the bathroom in time, you decided to take a shower as well, stripping your suit and throwing it into the wash for…reasons.
Don’t ask.
You found your team in the medical wing of the Cave, standing around while listening to Batman’s diagnosis.
“It indeed was a serum designed to amplify Conner’s basic primal instincts. The same instincts we all have but have somewhat regressed over time due to evolution. His Kryptonian genes increase these instincts naturally on their own, but the serum manages to subdue the human part of his DNA and mind, turning his brain into a more primitive state. Had it been fully administered, we would’ve been dealing with an enraged and homicidal animal. But, since Y/N prevented that, we got–”
“An enraged animal with a bad case of blue balls.” Wally cut in while snacking as usual.
“Yes, that,” The Dark Knight said, turning back to look at the computer. Red Tornado was by another computer, analyzing the samples of the serum they’d gotten from the syringe you recovered.
“It seems the serum is not permanent. After a diagnostic scan of vitals, the dosage has already started to dissipate as his immune system works to remove it. With his Kryptonian DNA, it should be fully neutralized by the end of the day.” Red Tornado stated.
You could feel the tension in the room relax as your friends were happy to hear your comrade was going to be okay. Moreso, he wasn’t going to wake up and try to kill them all again, even if he didn’t really try in the first place.
“We need to move to the Watchtower. With this new development, the League needs to be aware of these new tactics our enemies are using,” Batman stated, closing his screen before walking off towards the central room, Red Tornado following closely behind.
You and your friends could hear the Zeta tube powering up, as the system announced your superior's departure. The room fell quiet for a moment.
It didn’t last long before Wally spoke up. Typical.
“Well, today’s been fun,” He said with a mocking tone.
You all laughed at the sentiment. Even with the chaos today, you could admit that the day’s events did make for a funny story in the future, despite how embarrassing it was.
“How are you feeling, Y/N?” You heard Zatanna ask.
“Oh, other than basically getting molested in front of my team and carried around like a sack of potatoes, I’m feeling quite good. A little warm, if not,” You joked.
Your friends chuckled at your lightheartedness, respecting the obvious fact that you didn’t want to talk about the situation. Especially Wally, who was aware of your feelings towards your team’s resident Kryptonian.
Your eyes floated over to the green martian, who despite putting on a smile, you could tell was also affected by this…ordeal.
“Sorry, M’Gann.” You said, not knowing what else to say.
Everyone shifted a bit uncomfortably as well, knowing that the subject of Conner & M’Gann was still a little touchy. Why did they break up? None of you knew besides them, and you guessed they wanted to keep it that way. It was just surprising since they seemed like the perfect couple, but as you were keenly aware, some things weren’t always as great as they appeared.
“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s not your fault. Conner and I broke up, so there’s no reason for me to be upset.” She said, giving you a reassuring smile. You were happy to see she wasn’t holding anything against you, your friendship still intact.
“I’m just glad you stopped Ivo before he could give Conner that entire dosage. If this was him on just half of that serum, I don’t even want to begin to imagine what could’ve happened if he succeeded.” Kal said.
You all shuddered at the thought.
“Well, I’m still offended over the fact he basically said we all stink.” Artemis expressed.
“I don’t know about that. He may have been right about you. I mean, have you ever stopped to smell your armpits in your suit.” Wally teased, holding his nose and waving his other hand in front of it.
“Oh, I know you’re not talking! Have you ever smelled yourself after one of your runs? It’s like a sweatshop found inside a dumpster.” Artemis mocked in return.
They were about to continue their bickering, but at the behest of Kal, your friends moved out of the medical wing and headed toward the kitchen and lounge room to make some dinner, giving Conner time to rest. Wally asked you to stay behind though for a second, promising the others you’d catch up in a minute.
“You doing okay?” Wally asked, pausing in his gorging of pretzel sticks.
You needed a moment to think. Were you okay?
Despite basically being molested (even if you liked it), something was nagging at the center of your chest. Was it the fact that you hated how you may have hurt M’Gann by her being a witness to her ex trying to do you against the cave walls? Or was it the fact that you actually didn’t feel all that bad because a part of you liked the fact that the Kryptonian was more focused on you for a change? It was no secret you could’ve done more to escape his grasp. But, did you hold back because, in reality, you wanted it to be real?
Well, that was obvious.
You didn’t want to escape his grasp. You wanted it to go further. The idea of Conner taking you against your will, having his way with you in that aggressive and animalistic way? Not only was it A) extremely hot, and B) one of your biggest wet dreams since you met Superboy the day you first joined the team, but it was the fact that you were actually living out that fantasy.
The boy you were crazy for was showing you attention. He was focused on you and your wants. But in the end, it was only because of the result of some crazy hormone-inducing drug. It wasn’t genuine. It wasn’t real. A cruel but typical twist by fate.
Well, as typical as you can for someone of your lifestyle.
This was worse than those times when you'd find out a guy was straight after you felt like they were flirting with you. Only this time, the flirting was in the form of ass-groping and manhandling which again, you did not object to at all.
Oh shoot, Wally was still waiting for an answer.
“I’ll be fine.” You said, not knowing how to express how you felt to the speedster without breaking down.
“I know it’s gotta suck man. Having your crush all on you like that only for it to be because some evil Doctor wanted to use him to kill us all.” Your friend replied, placing a hand on your shoulder for comfort.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his idea of comfort. The boy may be extremely smart, but as the famous statement proves time and time again, common sense wasn’t always so common. And the idea that you probably didn’t want to hear that what happened between you and Conner was fake, and would probably…not even probably, never happen again was in short, like pouring salt on an already bad wound.
But, it was Wally. The notion was appreciated anyway.
“I’ll be alright man. Yeah, it was nice to feel like for a moment, I had something I wanted in my grasp, but I always knew in the back of my mind it wasn’t real.” You expressed, the words feeling like a hard swallow in your throat.
“Sorry dude. But, to be fair, it was more like you were in his grasp,” Wally remarked.
“You just can’t be serious for more than three seconds can you?”
“Hey, don’t be mad at me. I saw the look on your face when Conner had you against the wall.”
Wally placed himself against the wall behind him, mimicking the position Conner had you in earlier, “Oh no, stop Superboy, please don’t take me against your will, even though I want you to, you big strong brute. Oh no…”
You pinched your nose while holding back your laughs as Wally continued his performance. If this is actually what you looked and sounded like, you’d be casting yourself off to the nearest deserted island to hide away in isolation for the rest of eternity.
You had to give him props for his acting though.
“Huh, didn’t take you as one with a touch for the dramatics.” You joked.
“What can I say, I’m a gifted man.”
“Oh you’re something alright,” You two continued joking back and forth with each other as you started to exit the medical wing. You took one last glance at Conner who was still out cold, then a thought struck you.
“Does Batman always keep kryptonite on him?” You asked, pausing in your walking.
“Yep. Apparently, he’s got stockpiles of it in the Batcave. Calls them his “insurance policies” in case Superman was ever to fall under the control of the enemy like what happened with Vandal Savage and his cronies. Dick says he’s got insurance plans for all the members of the league for ‘just in case’ purposes.” Wally answered, still stuffing his mouth with pretzel sticks and using one of his hands to create air quotes.
“Even us?”
“I don’t know but who knows? You know Batman. I’d be surprised if he didn’t have something up in that tool kit of his or somewhere around here.”
You nodded your head, not knowing how to reply to that. I guess it was good to have protective measures in case something like that were to even happen. It just disturbed you how Batman knew enough about everyone in the League to know their biggest weakness.
To your knowledge, you didn’t have any direct ones. The only thing you knew regarding your powers was that as long as your body temperature stayed at a certain degree, your powers really couldn’t be nullified. And they were more connected to your emotions anyway so there wasn’t anything you could think of that Batman could have against you, but even then…
We were talking about the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’. As Wally said, you’d be surprised if he didn’t have something up his sleeve.
As you and your friend exited out of the medical wing and headed for the lounge room with the others, neither of you had caught the moment when Conner’s fist clenched at his side.
The day was over and you were walking back toward the central room, about to Zeta tube yourself back to your city and head home for the night. Wally, Robin, and Artemis had already left while Kal, M’Gann, and Zatanna decided to go walking around Happy Harbor.
Red Tornado hadn’t come back from the Watchtower yet so it was just you. Well, you and Conner, but he was still passed out in the medical wing where you and Wally left him.
Batman and Red Tornado said the serum would have been out of his system by the end of the day. You figured that and all the fighting must have exhausted him so he was just catching up on some Zzzs. Lord knows you were ready to do the same after the day you had.
The Cave was quiet, which was unsettling considering there was always something going on which resulted in noise, leaving an eerie feeling in your chest but you decided to ignore it. Reaching the central hub and entering the coordinates into the mainframe you heard the chamber begin to activate before the power suddenly blinked out and the Zeta tube shut down.
“What the heck?” You muttered to yourself.
The red emergency lights came on as the system announced a power failure as the backup power generators kicked on. You pulled your communicator out to call your friends, but all you were getting was static.
“Ugh, crappy service. How do you have the most high-tech gadgets, and still can’t get a good signal even in a cave?”
These people needed some serious priority checks.
You placed your backpack down at the center console before conjuring a fireball in your hand to give you some more light. You headed down the hallway, hearing the sounds of your footsteps echo in the halls.
That creepy eerie feeling had returned, and you could feel yourself slightly on edge. When you made it to the generator room which also happened to be the vehicle hangar, you looked around trying to spot which one was the panel you needed to open.
Suddenly, the sound of movement caught your ears, and you jumped around heart racing preparing to launch your fireball at whatever the source was. You stopped yourself in time though when you saw it was just Sphere and Wolf, sitting at the entrance of the cave.
You brought your hands to your heart, feeling the intense pumping underneath your chest as you tried to calm your breathing, “Dammit guys, don’t scare me like that.”
They stared at you, not really moving or doing anything. Well, Sphere kind of always just stares since she doesn’t have a face. But, Wolf looked weird. Instead of laying down and relaxing like he normally does, he just sat there on his hind legs, as if he was standing guard or something.
“Alright, you two are officially acting weird. But, I’ll just chuck it up to the power outage. Don’t worry, they make me nervous too. I’ll figure it out.” You said to them, neither really responding. Not that you’d understand anyway. That was more up Conner’s alley.
You let the flame encircle your hand again, as you looked at the walls to see the cable paths and where they led. As you traced their lines up and around the walls, you finally saw where they all converged, seeing multiple different panels lining the wall.
“Bingo.” You smiled.
Walking over to the different panels, you looked at the different labels to see which was which. When you found the one labeled ‘POWER’, you put in the code to unlock the panel, opening it up. You checked the fuses to see which one had been blown, but they all appeared fine.
Your sinking feeling started to return as you couldn’t figure out what the problem was until you saw it clear as day, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as a result. The switch for the power generator was in the ‘Off’ position.
A fuse wasn’t blown nor was this the outage. Someone deliberately shut the power off.
“Ah, fuck!”
You felt your heart jump in your chest when a hand suddenly grabbed you from behind while another came up to cover your mouth, your screams muffled under their palm. Whoever your attacker was attempted to pull you back as you fought against them, wrapping their arm around your neck while you were doing everything you could to throw them off of you.
Your hands flew to their arm around your neck to pull as you felt them tightening it, restricting your airflow. A familiar chuckle sounded in your ear, but you were too focused on getting yourself free to think about it. They had caught you by surprise, but you’d be damned if you were going to let them think they had you so easily.
Hands glowing bright orange, you took them and aimed for what you hoped was the person’s face. Your attempt was successful as you felt one of your hands make contact, your attacker screaming in pain while releasing you to probably rub their face.
Wasting no time, you leaned forward before launching yourself around and performing a roundhouse kick straight to their face, not giving them any time to recover.
They fell back on their butt, hands still covering their face. You didn’t pay attention to their clothes or anything about them as your arms began to grow that orange hue again, preparing to roast them like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“Alright buddy, I don’t know who you are, but you choose the wrong place to trespass and the wrong person to attack,” You said, getting ready to release a volcano level of heat upon them before you finally saw their face when they brought their hands away.
“Conner!” You shouted, pausing in your movement.
The half-Kryptonian looked at you for a brief moment before you saw a smirk on his face as he launched himself at you with his usual shout, taking advantage of your hesitation.
You grunted as he tackled you back onto the ground. His hand immediately went for your neck again as you saw an arrogant but lustful gaze on his face.
‘Guess the serum didn’t wear off completely after all,’ You thought to yourself as you wrapped your hands around his wrist, trying to pull the hand off of you. You felt his other hand tracing down your body, but considering this time you were in shorts and a tank top, you were more receptive to the touch as he was now getting to feel your bare skin without the barrier of your super suit.
The feeling was nice, but you weren’t going to let yourself go down that road. You would not allow yourself to be played with like that. Not again…
“Sorry for this Conner,” You said quickly, a confused expression crossing his face before he watched your eyes also glow bright orange, two beams of concentrated fire shooting out of them and directly into his eyes. He screamed in pain, releasing your neck as you brought back your foot and kicked him off you.
While he recovered, you got back up and ran to the power generator. You switched the power back on, watching as the lights came back. Your moment of reprieve was short-lived though as the Superboy had recovered and was coming right for you.
You reacted quickly enough though, grabbing the hand that was reaching out for you before swinging your body under him with his arm, twisting it behind his back. He yelled out in pain while you blasted him forward to the ground.
His frustrated breaths filled the silent room as he got himself back up. He slowly turned himself back to face you, a calculating expression on his face.
Conner? Calculating his next move? Instead of just rushing you?
Yeah, it was time for you to go.
When the Kryptonian realized you were about to move, he tried to rush you again but you had blasted yourself off the ground. Moving to head back through the hallway to the central hub where you saw Sphere and Wolf just looking at you. Again, Sphere had no expression, but you could tell by Wolf’s stance that he was prepared to pounce if you even thought about going that way. That’s when you understood.
“So you two are playing guard dog and guard…sphere, huh? Figures.” You muttered.
Wolf huffed at you, not appreciating that comment.
The sound of a crash behind you caught your attention as you turned and saw Conner had launched himself onto the wall, hanging off it like a monkey hung off a tree.
‘For the guy who hates monkeys, he sure enjoys acting like them.’ You thought to yourself.
You realized your predicament when you looked at both your only exits. Try to go out one way, and you’ll have a wolf and an alien sphere that can turn into an entire bike on you. Try the other way, and Conner gets his hands on you.
And even if you managed to make it past Sphere and Wolf without getting maimed, what stopped the Kryptonian from just shutting off the power again before you reached the Zeta tube?
The predator and his cornered prey.
The flames waving off your body were the only sound in the room, as you stared at Conner head-on.
He looked back at you with a challenging gaze before taking his free hand and pointing at you, and then turning those same fingers to himself. His way of basically saying you belonged to him. How romantic…
“Sorry, Tiger. But, I prefer a few dates and gifts before I commit myself to someone. My ex taught me that.”
The Kryptonian growled angrily at your words, not appreciating the sentiment of you insulating yourself with another person. And though you kept a bit of distance between you, you could tell Conner was waiting for the perfect opportunity to nab you.
With everyone gone, he didn’t have to worry about anyone besides yourself trying to stop him. And apparently, he didn’t think you were going to be that much of a challenge. Or did he? Considering he tried to ambush you by shutting off the power, which speaking of?
All of this seemed a little bit too planned out and smart for someone with a primitive brain. Not to sound like you were calling the Kryptonian stupid, because you weren’t, but if what Batman said was true and Conner was really thinking like a primate from the caveman days, then how did he figure this all out?
Waiting until everyone left before shutting off the power to prevent you from leaving? Cornering you in a room where one exit would be out of commission without power and using Wolf and Sphere to guard the only other escape route? And, even if you were to make it past those two and hide somewhere, he could just use his night vision and super-hearing to find you.
It was all too convenient, too thought out to have come from a subdued and horny-crazed mind.
Had the effects of the serum only slightly worn off, keeping Conner in this primal state of mind but giving him just enough cognitive thinking to actually plan out his moves? Could it even be possible that this was actually the Kryptonian himself acting on his own urges, and not being persuaded by some sex juice pumping through his veins?
You looked toward the Superboy hanging off the wall, seeing the way his dilated pupils stared at you, full of lust and want. All of his attention was on you as he gazed at your body up and down.
Then, you remembered something else Red Tornado had mentioned before he and Batman left for the Watchtower.
“As we concluded earlier, Conner, instead of focusing on his natural instinct to hunt and kill, chose to focus on his hormonal urge of capturing a potential mate. And, Y/N apparently had been his choice. Certain wild species are known for choosing their partners based on mating rituals where the dominant has to prove themselves capable to the desired partner by hunting and subduing them. Smells are also a major factor in these rituals, where these animals are known to go after the scent that is most familiar and desirable to them. Though, why that scent happened to be Y/N’s would be a question only Conner could answer.
So basically, the Kryptonian was the hunter, and you were the hunted.
And he set all this up as a test for himself to prove to you that he deserved the right to fuck your brains out.
The predator and his cornered prey. How cliché.
This was a game to the Kryptonian. And what would happen if he’d won?
Conner would get to fuck you, the serum would wear off and everything would go back to normal? And who’s to say the Kryptonian might even remember the encounter?
There’s been plenty of times when you and the Team came out from under a drug or some spell and didn’t remember the events that led you all there. You’d keep all the memories of this exchange while Conner wouldn’t recall a thing, thus, for him, nothing would be weird or awkward. Only you would have to deal with the emotional aftermath of these entire events. Yeah, your friends would be there to help, but it wasn’t them having their hearts and emotions played with, it was you. They wouldn’t understand.
Nah, fuck that.
No matter how hot all of this may be, you were not about to be some one and dump for anyone, even if it was your crush.
Conner stared at you, waiting for you to make the first move. You saw the glow of your body reflected in his eyes, but it was also like you were seeing the fire inside of him that burned for you.
It was pleasant, to say the least.
But, this was once again a cat-and-mouse scenario like earlier. Only this time, you knew the longer the chase went on, the more excited the cat got at finally catching the mouse.
Due to the circumstances surrounding the situation, you could easily see Conner was willing to play the long game. Shutting down the Cave, using Wolf and Sphere as accomplices to this whole thing, cornering you in the vehicle hangar, he was willing to let this play out as long as possible. As long as it ended with him getting to mount you like some dog.
No offense to Wolf.
And, waiting till everyone was out of the Cave? Not having to worry about anyone interfering since there was virtually no way to get back inside the HQ without blowing a hole in the mountain, which also would alert the Kryptonian, thus giving him enough time to make a swift exit with you if need be.
‘Nope. It ain’t going down like this.’
Conner tilted his head when he saw you slowly backing up. He could tell you were up to something.
Before he had time to react, you shot off all the energy you could summon to create a giant firewall. You knew it wouldn’t hold him since he was invulnerable. But, you were counting on the distraction it would give you.
You flew back as if you were going to fight your way through Sphere and Wolf who were ready for you. When you heard Conner’s scream behind you as he launched himself through your wall straight for you before dodging out of the way, letting him crash straight into Wolf and Sphere while you made a break for the hatch door.
Not wasting any time, you immediately went for the control panel to the garage hatch door and entered the command to open it. You didn’t have much time though as you’d hoped when Conner realized your deception. And he was not happy about it if the frustrated yell he let out was anything to go by.
Slowly backing up as the door opened more, you let off a torrent of fire waves at the Kryptonian as he tried to make his way toward you. His shirt got more and more singed as he pushed through your power attacks. You didn’t let up though, needing the door to open just a few more inches for you to get through.
Why was it on any other day, things like this door seemed to move faster, but when you needed them to move quickly, they went slow as hell?
‘Come on… come on…’
As soon as the door was open enough for you to fly through, you shot one strong fire beam at the Kryptonian to push him back as you flew backward, moving as fast as you could.
When you made it through the hatch, you let your power go as you flew out of the Cave, making your escape. You felt relief run through your body as you looked at the night sky and the moon shining over the ocean, but that feeling was short-lived.
You’d gotten about 50 feet away though before you felt a strong force tackle you down before lifting you back up, stopping you from hitting the ground. Turning your head, you looked to see Conner staring at you with a smug look as he held your squirming body in his arms, you both floating high above the ground.
“Conner?! Ho- … How are you flying?”
As far as you knew, because he was only half-Kryptonian, he only got half of Superman’s abilities. The only way he could unlock all his powers was using one of those patch things that subdued the human side of his DNA and – oh.
FUCK!
He tucked you under his arm without a second thought, having you face toward his back before flying back through the garage hatch door. You did everything you could to get out of his hold, but there wasn’t much you could do to the Kryptonian since he was invulnerable, especially now that he was at full strength.
When he got you both back inside, he entered the command to close the hatch door before smashing the panel entirely, rendering the door useless. But, he wasn’t done there.
Using his own heat vision, he created a seal around the edges of the door, locking and securing you both inside even more just in case your teammates got back and tried to force it open. He even zapped your butt with it as well, chuckling at the yelp you let out.
Once he finished that, he let you down before backing you against the wall, an egotistical smirk on his lips as he rubbed his hands down your body. He didn’t waste any time before shoving his face right into your neck again, licking and biting wherever he could as he forced your body to grind against his.
‘Not this again.’
It took a little work, but, to your luck, since Conner was overconfident thinking he’d won, his guard was down.
With a little maneuvering, you let the Superboy feel the blunt force of your knee against his super jewels. Pun intended.
Kryptonian or not, that’s a type of weakness no guy can overcome.
With him crouched over in pain, you shoved him off before attempting to fly back toward the main tunnel. If you couldn’t get out of Mount Justice on your own, the best you could do was find somewhere to hide until the others got back.
But, Conner still wasn’t letting you get away from him that easily. He grabbed you by your ankle before pulling back and throwing you to the ground, managing to disorient you like earlier when the MONQI robots had dropped you. He placed himself on top of you to pin you down but you didn’t come this far to give up now.
You shot your heat vision at the brown-haired boy’s eyes again, missing by a few inches but snagging him in the face. Visibly angered by this and done with your defiant behavior, he wrapped his arms under you to lift you from the ground and slam you back down, prolonging your daze. You continued to fight back though, especially when you noticed something metallic and shiny he grabbed off his belt.
How you didn’t notice it there before, who knows.
And quite frankly, you didn’t really care.
All you were concerned about was not letting him get it on you. You quickly blasted him some more with your heat vision doing everything you could to shove him off you. Almost managing to succeed too until Conner got the upper hand when he ripped his tattered shirt off his body and covered your face with it. Your heat vision burned right through it, but your temporary blindness provided the Kryptonian with the opportunity he needed to slam whatever that metal thing was around your wrist.
The moment it snapped shut, you felt a shudder run through your body as a chilling sensation took over. Next thing you knew, the flames around your body and the glow in your eyes had completely dissipated.
‘What the…’
You tried to summon a fireball, heat blast, or even a tiny little flame with nothing happening, your powers seemingly gone. Conner, who was now completely straddling your body, held another smug look on his face as his accomplishment. That’s when you looked at the wrist clamp the Kryptonian put on you, seeing the blue dot glowing at the center of it. Whatever was blocking your powers was being caused by this device, which meant this could only be one thing.
“Huh, so Batman did have an insurance policy for me. Great…” You muttered, hearing a satisfied chuckle from Connor. Your eyes went wide when you realized something.
“You were awake earlier! You were awake the whole time. You heard me and Wally talking!” You accused, but the half-Kryptonian didn’t reply. Only continued to stare at you, not hiding how his eyes crawled up and down your body which was covered in a fair amount of sweat from your earlier brawls.
You tried to see if you could knock him off while he was gloating, hoping the combat Batman and Black Canary taught you didn’t fail you at this moment, but the brown-haired boy was once again ten steps ahead of you as he grabbed both your arms, slamming your upper body back down to the ground.
A frustrated cry left your lips as you stared up at the boy who was still gloating as he reached into his pockets while pinning your hands above you. Looking down, you saw him pull out a pair of metal handcuffs, and not any regular kind either. These were League-style restraints that were almost impossible to break through or escape.
“Don’t you even think about it,” You warned as he smirked at you before moving off your body to flip you around on your stomach.
A pleased growl left his lips as he watched your thrashing body move on the ground, trying to escape his hold. He placed himself above your squirming legs holding them together while conveniently positioning his crotch right above your ass where you could feel him rubbing his hardness against you.
It was all you could do to not moan out loud while trying to calm the horniness down in your own body as you felt the Kryptonian ground himself against you. Of course, this little distraction tactic of his was purposeful as he brought your arms behind your back, placing your wrist into the handcuffs to bind your hands together.
With you fully secured and nowhere to run, Conner took a moment to admire his prize, unconsciously puffing his chest out at his successful capture. You could feel his excitement as well as he continued to grind his front into your rear end, leaning over your body to nip at the back of your neck.
You did your best to hold in your noises of pleasure in plain, not wanting to give any more smug satisfaction to the Kryptonian. Of course, he didn’t appreciate this sentiment one bit, moving off you to flip your body on its back before moving himself in between your legs. His hands found their way back to your hair and around your waist as he yanked your head back, exposing your neck to him while lifting your lower body slightly off the ground to rub both your crotches together.
The moan that escaped your lips was almost inevitable from the friction you felt between your legs as he ground your pelvises together while having a field day on your neck.
With you fully bound and virtually defenseless, nothing was stopping him from having full access to your body. You tried your hardest to ignore the pleasurable feelings running through different areas of your body, but it didn’t do much as you felt yourself getting wet in your pants again.
It didn’t help that your clothes were fairly thin which he definitely appreciated if the way his hand around your waist was caressed your body said anything. A bonus for him but a negative for you was the Kryptonian’s shirtless state allowing you to feel the heat from his skin against yours even through the loose garments of clothing on your body.
You could smell the dark brown-haired boy’s musk, which was amplified slightly due to his mild sweaty state from your earlier scuffle. While you were never one who liked the smell of funk, you couldn’t help that the scent for whatever reason went straight down to your pants, making you even wetter than before which the Kryptonian could also feel from his skin rubbing against the dampening spot on your shorts.
Suddenly, he quickly leaned up with his hands still holding onto your head forcing you up with him. He’d made sure to grab his shirt off the ground before pinning you against the wall. You groaned from the rough treatment as you felt his hands grabbing at your tank top before you heard a loud ripping sound, looking down to see Conner had split your tank top apart.
“Hey! This was one of my favorites, you freaking brute.” You complained.
He tore a large piece of your shirt off before sticking it in your face, letting out a small grunt as he waited for you to do something. You stared at him confused for a few seconds until you realized what was happening. He was ordering you to open your mouth so he could gag you.
“Oh, you’re out of your geno-morphing mind if you think that’s happening.” You retorted with a defiant tone, the Kryptonian narrowing his eyes at you.
Before you knew what was happening, he grabbed your jaw with the torn piece of your shirt in his hand, forcing you to tilt your head up before his other hand laid a heavy smack on your ass causing you to yelp.
The moment your mouth flew open, he stuffed the shirt into your mouth, muffling the sound of your scream. You thrashed around more in his hold, trying to spit the piece of clothing out but he pressed his body against yours rendering you still.
While holding the first piece of cloth in your mouth to keep you from spitting it out, he grabbed his torn shirt, craftily using his hand to twist it into a tight long piece like people do with wet towels before proceeding to snap them at you like their whips.
He placed his twisted shirt directly on the cloth between your open lips, before wrapping both ends around to the back of your head, tying them together in a tight knot, securing your makeshift gag in place.
The Kryptonian let out his own bodily sounds of approval and arousal at the sight of your helpless and available body.
With your arms restricted and mouth gagged, it was easy for him to sling you back over his shoulder, with you whining from finding yourself back in the same position you were in earlier. He stepped over the mess you two (well, really you) made, not even bothering to clean it up.
You were still moaning and whining softly into the garment stuff in your mouth, as you tried to calm the growing arousal in your abdomen. Conner smiled proudly at that, feeling pride at the thought that he was the source of your aroused and excited state. before heading back over to the switch panels, shutting the power down in the Cave again.
Now, it was time for him to claim you fully, without any more distractions or interruptions.
‘Mine,’ He softly growled, squeezing your ass with his hand as he walked up the ramp, your head and body slightly bouncing up and down with every step the Kryptonian took. He walked past his two-door guardians who turned to follow after having bared witness to your entire pornographic display with their half-human companion.
Conner won, and you’d failed. He managed to catch you in his trap, despite all your efforts of resisting him.
The predator had finally caught its prey.
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Thirst
J.T.K x f!reader
Summary: you lose your friends at a party, the unfamiliar setting sending you into a panic. Giving up your search, you meet someone very peculiar...
Warnings: 18+, VAMP JAKE, mentions of alcohol, blood, portrayal of fear, injury & pain, blood feeding, SMUT, public sex, oral (f & m rec), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, choking, anything else I forgot
Words: 5.8k
A/N: happy Halloween to all that celebrate! In honor of one of my favorite times of the year, I give you a spooky Jake smut. Enjoy!
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A chill creeps its way up your spine as the crisp October weather nips at your skin. "Can't tell which one it is can you?" You jest, shutting the car door behind you and staring at the large house decorated with countless Halloween props, loud music booming inside.
Your friends had plans to go to a party just outside of your city for Halloween. You originally said no but they inevitably convinced you. Apparently one of them knew the host of the party, but of course, you were still suspicious regardless of who knew who.
Large animatronics greet you on your way to the front door, anxiety settling in as you get a glimpse of everybody through the window. Suck it up. It's just a party, what's the worst that could happen?
If you're being honest with yourself, a lot could happen. It is Halloween, after all.
Going against all of your ethics, you walk through the door. Just as you expected there is not a single face you recognize and your group splits up, all going their separate ways. You knew you shouldn't have come.
Instant regret takes over your head and a lump forms in your throat. You can't leave because you didn't even take your car and you don't know anyone that could drive almost an hour just to come get you and drop you back off at your house. You decide a drink could be the best therapy right now.
As you walk through the main room, you lock eyes with a man leaning back against the wall, alone and observing the party. You watch as his tired eyes light up and he stands straight before you look away.
To your misfortune, the kitchen is completely crowded, you're unable to even see the counters. "Excuse me," you try your best to get past the crowd of people in costumes. After no one hears you, you say it again, then again.. and after trying over and over to get past everyone you realize it's no use. Why is nobody listening?
You grow frantic, scanning for any familiar faces. None. You ask countless people if they've seen your friends, giving them the best description you could possibly give, but to no avail. Finally giving up, you spot the patio door and make a beeline straight to it.
The second the cold air hits your skin goosebumps cover your body, nobody else in sight. Odd... Falling into the chair behind you, your eyes flutter shut. By the time you sit down, it's nearly 11:30 p.m. and you're undeniably tired.
You're not positive how much time has passed since you sat down, but you know it's time to get up once you find yourself dozing off. Looking into the party, you dread going back in, so you don't. Is it kinda crazy to be hopping a fence in a vampire dress at eleven at night? Absolutely. Do you care? Not even a little.
Silently thanking the universe that you learned how to hop a fence at a young age, you take your shoes off and throw them over the fence, stepping on the wire and hopping over. As you're getting over the fence, the wire snags your dress and cuts into the meat of your thigh.
The sudden pain causes you to fall over, luckily you hold your arms out to break the fall, but not without tiny rocks and sticks penetrating your skin. "Shit!" You cry, and shakily brush the dirt from your body, hot tears burning at your waterline as you put your shoes back on. This night truly cannot get any worse.
The sound of leaves cracking underneath footsteps interrupts your moment of self-pity, your head darting up faster than the blink of an eye. Your mind races, tears beginning to stream down your hot cheeks as you prepare for the worst.
A relatively shorter figure turns the corner to find you, curled up on the ground with blood trickling down your thigh. "Woah are you okay?" The stranger's low raspy voice speaks from where he stands, slowly stepping forward. "Um.. yeah," you nearly whisper, but the way your voice shakes and cracks proves that you're the opposite of okay.
"Please, let me help," he insists, still taking languid steps to make sure he doesn't startle you. All you can do is nod, accepting your fate. You're never one to trust a stranger, let alone a guy, but you're desperate.
He slowly extends his right arm, patiently holding it out for you. You take his hand, surprisingly calloused fingers holding tightly onto your wrist. "I'm Jacob," he softly grunts as he swiftly pulls you up "Well, Jake."
As you rise to your feet, his face becomes clearer, the moon shining just enough light for you to be able to scan his features. The same man you saw in the house earlier. The first thing you notice is his perfectly plump lips, then his sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows slightly knitted together in worry. The longer you look, the more you fall for him. You absolutely do not believe in love at first sight, but he might just be an exception.
However, you do notice something else. He looks sick.
You brush it off as makeup and pat yourself down "Thank you, I'm Y/N." Jake sends you a tight-lipped grin as you both begin to take steps forward "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
"Oh, it's stupid. My friends took me here but left me and I know nobody so I snuck out the back," you swipe away the tears from your cheeks and jawline. His eyebrows furrow and he brings his fingers to his chin "So how'd you get all... messy?" You feel his eyes linger on the large cut down your thigh, blood still trickling out.
"Well... I decided I didn't wanna go back in there, so I tried to hop the fence." A hushed chuckle leaves his lips and you start to realize just how dumb you sound, blood quickly rushing to your cheeks. "I know it's dumb I should've just gone through the house..." you trail off, bringing your cold scraped hands up to your hot face.
"Oh darling, I understand," he grasps the metal fence, opening it for you and placing his hand on the small of your back as he follows you out of the front yard. Darling. Replaying the word in your head, your tummy fills with butterflies fluttering around in your tummy. Knock it off. He's a stranger.
"Can you drive?" His hand never leaves its place on your back. "Considering the fact I didn't drink... I'd say yeah," you kick a rock as you both walk away from the house "but I don't have my car." Suddenly it grows eerily silent, and you become aware of a forest ahead. "Good."
"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him. "Can I show you something?" He reaches out to grab your wrist, but you dodge. Fear courses through veins, you frantically look around, searching for anyone to be your knight in shining armor.
"Uh.. my friends are probably looking for me," you smile, hesitantly stepping back. "You sure? Because last time I was in there nobody knew who you were..." Jake steps closer to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.
Your own eyes widen as you look around you, without much thought you remove your heels and dart off into the woods.
You run and run until you absolutely cannot push yourself any further. Collapsing against a tree, you drop your heels, letting the tree hold your weight as you sob into your hands. For a minute, you believe you've lost him, struggling to catch your breath as sobs leave your body.
You're proven wrong as you hear the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. A sick, gut wrenching fear manifests it's way into your stomach, twisting your insides. Your heart races and tears flow from your eyes like melting wax on a burning candle. At this point, you're ready to give up.
Jake takes slow steps toward you, as he approaches, he brings his hand up to your waist. He firmly squeezes the meat of your waistline, shooting a sharp pain into your side as he pulls you into him. "Look at me," he demands, his voice low and raspy.
You listen, not just out of fear for your life, but also curiosity. Your eyes flick up to his, wide and fearful as they dart across his face. His other hand grabs your hair in a ponytail "I know you're scared baby, I don't blame you."
Silent sobs leave your body in a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and something else you can't quite put your finger on. Jake violently pulls your head to the side, revealing your neck to him "I'm not gonna hurt you, I don't want to. I promise."
You try your best to keep your crying unknown, but it's no use. Your chest bounces and choked noises escape from your lips. Jake lets go of your hair, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Oh please, don't cry," he begs, cleaning up your smudged mascara before coming down to lick the tears from your face. Your brows furrow at the act, but you'd be dead lying if you said you didn't half enjoy it.
His face lingers near yours, your eyes darting all over his face. By now, you are strictly breathing in each other's breaths "Do you want to kiss me?" Your breath hitches in your throat at the question, his face inching even closer than before. It's as if your body is betraying you, you're unable to say anything even if you tried.
If you didn't want to, you'd pull away.
Finally, you manage to nod. A small tight-lipped smile plays on his lips "I have something first..." Confusion and anticipation swirl through your head, you quirk an eyebrow as you wait for what's next.
He doesn't speak, instead, bearing his teeth and dragging two pointed teeth along your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds to an impossible pace. There's no way.
Slowly and painfully he begins to sink them into the flesh of your red lips just far enough to create two beads of blood. You suck in a quick gasp as he licks the wounds before pressing his lips against yours. A tingly feeling becomes evident in your stomach and you find yourself oddly aroused by the situation.
"Holy shit. Jake. You're-" he cuts you off, his lips crashing against yours.
You lift your arms, grasping onto the back of his head and pushing him into you. The sting of his lips pressing against the fresh cuts on yours is so deliciously painful. Nothing about this is right.
His hands come up to grope your ass, eliciting a desperate whine into his mouth. You pull him even closer, letting him walk you backward into a tree, never breaking contact. The throb between your legs becomes unbearable as you bury your fingers into his scalp and Jake tugs on your hair.
"Y/N, there's a reason I chose you tonight," his hands sneak around your body, smoothing over the swell of your breasts. Jake groans as he feels your stiffened nipples under his palms. "Why's that?" You mutter, your voice hushed and sultry as your hands begin to wander all over his body, your lips pressed to his jawline.
"Because you were the most beautiful thing to walk through that door," he breathes, slotting a knee between your thighs and grasping your waist. You can't help but let out a tiny moan and pull his face towards you, desperately missing the contact. He pulls back, keeping you still against the tree by your waist "The moment I saw you I knew I'd have you." Jake's strength is unbelievable. You cannot move at all, you're all but squirming as you try to touch him.
"Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?"
The question shocks you and before you can think you begin to nod, then shake your head no, then you nod again. As you're granted his mouth on yours, you slip your tongue between his lips, dragging it over his teeth and pricking it on his canine's. Jake hums against your tongue, pulling away and wrapping one hand around your neck "I gotta hear you say it, darling." You swallow thickly against his neck, discomfort creeping up your throat as he gently squeezes.
"Yes," you whine, your fingers massaging his scalp as you try your hardest to kiss him "Please." He licks up your jawline and peppers kisses to the area. You snake your arm down to his abdomen and untuck his shirt, the tips of your fingers creeping up under the fabric.
He drops his hand and a sharp sting burns on your neck, sucking in a loud gasp and clamping your eyes shut as you realize he's biting you. The pain only lasts a few moments before he withdrawals from you, lapping at the wounds.
Suddenly he slaps your hand away from his torso and sinks down, dragging his calloused fingers down your bare thighs. "Jake what are you-" you're shushed, shock coursing through your veins as his hot breath fans over the deep cut on your thigh.
You throw your head back and let out a cry through gritted teeth in agony as he points his tongue, cleaning the blood from your wound.
"Shit! Jake, fuck," You wail, the pain numbing your body and your vision going blurry. After the blood is cleaned, Jake leans back and places kisses to each wound, a sharp pain shooting up your leg at each peck. "You're delicious, love," he praises "and I haven't even gotten to the best part."
A rush of exhilaration surges through your veins, your insides feeling as if they've just burst into flames. "Please," is all you can muster as Jake starts to draw a line of kisses up your thigh and then down the other. "Patience, love."
You roll your eyes dramatically and sigh, your head spinning as you wait for his next move. Jake continues to draw slow lines of pecks all over your legs as his hands find their place under the skirt of your dress. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest once his cold fingers reach your panties, his hands resting just on top of your hips.
"You're such a good girl. Being so still and quiet for me," Jake speaks through kisses to your legs that are moving higher and higher by the second. You fight the urge to say something, instead letting him lead the way. At this point you're so wound up that just a slight touch to your heat might drive you mad.
His hands slide down, snagging on your thong and tugging them down. "Shit," Jake groans "Lace?" You can't see his face, but you know he's looking up to you, and your cheeks burn up.
"I- it's just- they're the only clean ones I had..." You stammer, tucking your hair away from your face. "Don't lie to me, baby," Jake smooths his hands over your thighs before bringing one up with a slap against your ass. "I'm not. I- I promise," you lie, chewing on your nails.
Jake simply ignores you, pulling your panties down to your ankles and hiking your dress up past your core.
"Oh baby, you just wanted your pretty little pussy to get a little attention tonight, huh?" He taunts you, bringing his thumb up to your slit and collecting juices. A breathy moan slips out of your lips, your hands involuntarily flying to his hair. Just that interaction alone was enough to make you squirm.
"Mhm..." you can't seem to lie any longer, as if he's forcing you to tell the truth. Jake lays a kiss on the very top of your clit, a shock of electricity flowing through your body. "Yeah, how long has it been since someone fucked you right?"
Just as you go to speak, a moan rips through your chest. Jake drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal all over. "I don't- don't know," you whimper as you melt into his touch, throwing your head back into the tree behind you.
Jake continues to tease you, pressing featherlight kisses to your slit. "M'gonna fuck you so good baby," he speaks through kisses down your inner thigh "make you forget anybody you've had before me."
His words only make you ache even more, your clit crying out to be touched. "Then do it, Jake," you whine "please." You hear a low snicker below you, Jake snakes his hands up your thighs and squeezes rather harshly "beg."
"Please Jake, please touch me. Make me forget everyone who came before you. Make me yours, please," you pet his hair as you speak, so incredibly aroused you can't think of anything but Jake's body. "Atta girl," he whispers lowly, a groan rumbling out from his chest as he breathes over your throbbing cunt.
Jake brings himself incredibly close to your heat, at this point, you're so aroused it's almost painful. Jake begins to kitten lick your incredibly hard clit, and you fight the incredible urge to push his face into you. "So fucking wet," Jake groans, your arousal glistening in the moonlight. "Jake, please... I- I can't," you cry, unable to wait any longer.
Without warning, Jake sucks your clit into his mouth. "Oh- oh fuck," you throw your head back, involuntarily bucking your hips. The velvety feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit as he hums against you is pure pleasure. Just as you get used to his mouth on you, his fingers come up to toy with your entrance, a loud desperate moan tumbling out of your lips.
You're so focused on the pleasure, that you nearly forget that you're in the middle of a forest "Somebody's gonna hear you, baby.." Your head begins to spin once again as you imagine someone hearing you, finding yourself suddenly enjoying yourself even more. "Fuck. You're filthy," Jake speaks lowly with a grin just before continuing his attack on your clit, still just teasing your entrance.
The feeling of his calloused fingers toying with your weeping cunt as his tongue circles around your swollen clit draws you closer and closer to the edge. Your head hangs down as your arms instinctively fly to his head, gently pushing him into you. Jake fights against your hands, a weak whimper flying out of your mouth as he shoves two fingers into you.
"Don't do that," he nips at your thigh "Be a good girl and put your hands behind your back for me." His fingers never stop, viciously ramming up into you as he speaks. You do just as he commanded, reluctantly holding your hands behind your back and struggling to stay inconspicuous.
Jake starts to kitten lick your swollen clit, choked moans fall from your lips as you feel your orgasm approach. Your knees buckle and you writhe against him, his fingers curling up and hitting every single spot just right.
"Oh fuck- right there.. right there," you whine, squirming above him. Just then, he pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth. You let out a cry at the loss of your approaching climax, watching in disbelief as he licks your juices clean from his hand. A guttural groan bubbles up from deep within his chest at the taste, and for a fleeting moment you swear you saw his eyes glow a dark crimson red.
"What the fuck?" You whine, your brows furrowed as he rises to his feet. Jake brings his face to your ear and licks at your neck, his hot breath feeling as if it's burning into your skin "I wanna make you fall apart. Wanna make you so fucking wet for me. I know what I'm doing, just trust me, baby."
You have no choice but to trust him, afraid that if you say something you'll be robbed of the perfect orgasm again. You don't know what to do, your heart pounding in anticipation as his lips drag along your neck. "I want you to take me," he whispers between heavy breaths "Take me right here. Like the fucking slut I know you are."
Your heart skips a beat and you hear your heartbeat in your ears "You're so fucking good. Touch me, darling. Do whatever you please with me." Your stomach flutters, your arms moving before you can even think about what you're doing.
Your fingers find his pants, tracing the hem with your index finger before slightly dipping it in. With your other arm, you pull him into you and smash your lips against his. Impatiently unzipping his pants, you push them down as soon as you get the chance.
You don't even try to hold back or act calm, you're finally getting what you so desperately want. Anticipation courses through your veins as your fingers dance along the hem of his boxers, a deep groan tumbling from his lips and into your mouth once you dip two fingers in.
Your cold fingers nearly burn against his skin, your other arm still wrapped around him and buried deep in the tresses of his hair. Finally, you manage to wrap your hand around him, a deep moan escaping your mouth as you feel him pulsate against you.
You push his boxers down, meeting his pants at his feet. Another deep groan rumbles up from his chest as his cock springs free, his tip brushing against the fabric of your dress. Without a second thought, you drop to your knees, your hands instantly coming up to fondle his base.
Jake sucks in a sharp breath, obviously very pleasantly surprised. The ache between your legs grows even more as you hold him in both of your hands. He has the most perfect cock. He's the perfect length and girth, more than enough to fill you up completely.
Knocking yourself out of the trance his cock has you in, you spit on his length and start to stroke him at a painfully slow pace. You'd get him back for earlier, for robbing you of what you needed so badly.
Jake's hips begin to buck into your hand as you continue that same pace from earlier, desperate groans bubbling up from his chest. "Fuck- I'm not stupid," Jake murmurs, sending another involuntary thrust of his hips into your hand.
You ignore his statement, a devilish smile playing on your lips as you begin to tug on him, your thumb brushing over his slit. Breathy moans flow freely from his mouth in a mix of frustration and pleasure. You come down to draw a line of kisses down his length, lifting him slightly to lick a stripe up to his tip from underneath.
You don't break contact with him, continuing to tease his tip with kisses and kitten licks all while stroking him as slow as you possibly can. You nearly break him, slight noises spewing from his mouth as he continues to fuck himself into your hand harder and sloppier.
That is until he digs his fingers into your scalp, grabbing a bunch of hair and pulling you back. Tears prick at your waterline as he begins to pull you up by your hair, a loud yelp slipping past your swollen lips. "You fucking whore," Jake growls, letting go of your hair and pulling you into him by your waist with an iron-clad grasp.
"Please," you whimper, taking the opportunity to grind your body against his. Without another word, he's flipping you around with a grunt and throwing you into the tree. You throw your arms out and catch yourself on the tree, your palms throbbing as you scrape them even more.
A moan rips through your chest and for some sick reason, you find yourself even more turned on than before, if it's possible. "Fuck, baby. You like that? Do you like being hurt?" Jake's upper body is flush against your back, a chill sneaking up your body as he whispers in your ear.
You've never considered yourself a masochist, let alone someone who enjoys pain in general, but for Jake, you might be. Before you can fully process the question, you frantically nod your head. Jake presses his palm against your back, pushing you down and forcing you to bend over.
Your back arches slightly, allowing yourself to put on a show for him as you swivel your hips. The anticipation is too much, the feeling of his rough hands hiking up your dress and smoothing over your ass sending you into a frenzy. "You wanna be fucked so bad don't you pretty?" He slaps your ass, the other hand coming around your body and finding your heat.
"You're so fucking wet for me," Jake snarls, bending slightly to whisper in your ear. "M'gonna make you mine," his voice is low and gravely, a whine leaving your lips at the statement.
You hang your head as you wait, the throb between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Jake's hand is still toying with your soaked pussy, his rough fingers running through your incredibly slick folds. "Jacob..."
"What is it?" He knows exactly what you want, simply just teasing to worsen your suffering. "Jake please," you whimper, trying your very best to keep calm "Make me yours." You hear a deep snicker from behind you, a shock of electricity flowing through your body as he begins to drag his tip through your cunt.
You push yourself back onto him, not at all expecting him to push into you. "Oh fuck," you cry, feeling every inch of him as he so deliciously stretches you out. "Shit- you feel so fucking good," he snarls, his hips faltering slightly as he begins to find the perfect rhythm.
Jake's hand comes in contact with your clit, sending your head flying back with a string of hushed curses at the feeling. He doesn't hold back, the skin of his thighs clashing with the backs of yours, the hand not toying with your sensitive clit slapping your ass before returning to its place on your hip.
The pattern Jake has set is so rough yet so sweet. His hips roll as they thrust into you relentlessly while his other hand babies your swollen bud. "Do you like this?" Jake grunts, punctuating each word with an intoxicating thrust.
"Like- fuck- like what?" You stutter, pushing yourself with your hands to fuck yourself back onto him even harder. "Being treated like a slut out here in the open," he growls "Anyone can walk in and see us. Anyone can hear you moan for me like a little whore."
His words mixed with the rhythm of his hips and the way his fingers dance along your clit elicit sick noises you didn't even know you could make. "Mhm..." You moan, clawing at the bark of the tree to keep yourself as quiet as possible.
"Tell me how much you love it, darling," he rasps, and you can tell it's getting harder for him to form sentences. The hand at your hip finds its way to your neck, squeezing ever so gently and pulling you up into him.
You fail to form a sentence, his hand squeezing harder than before "go on, say it." All that comes out as you open your mouth is a pathetic squeal, bringing one hand off the tree to grasp the wrist around your throat.
"I love it, Jake," a cry of pleasure falling past your lips as he delivers a particularly sharp thrust into you "It's so fucking hot." His cock lit the embers deep within you, a fire sparking in your core as he buries himself so far inside you.
His hand keeps its grip around your throat, the other still teasing your clit. "Oh, fuck!" You nearly shout, your thighs aching as you continue to fuck yourself onto him every chance you get. "You're a noisy little thing aren't you?" Jake grunts with every thrust, his hips beginning to falter.
You respond with an involuntary high-pitched moan, rolling your hips against his fingers. The fire inside you grows, flames dancing throughout your body and spreading to every limb. It's clear he loved to hear you, fucking harder into you with every peep from your mouth.
It felt almost as if he was made for you. As if he'd fucked you a thousand times before. You don't know if you could live without it after tonight.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, choked moans and squeals flowing freely from your lips. "You're so fucking hot," Jake rasps "so fucking warm and tight around my cock baby."
At this point you know you won't last much longer, the fire burning inside you beginning to violently dance around every inch of your body and the coil in your tummy tightening. "Jake I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a near shriek, completely blocking out your surroundings and focusing on nothing but Jake.
"You gonna cum, pretty? You gonna make a mess all over my cock?" He struggles to get the sentence out, his cock ramming so far into you it's nearly touching your cervix. "Yes. I'm so close..." It's getting harder and harder for you to breathe, Jake's hand keeping still against your throat.
"Fuck- cum for me, baby. C'mon," Jake coos, his hand rubbing rough, merciless circles into your clit as his cock hits a sweet spot with each and every thrust.
He feels like pure heaven, the sinful way he fucks so hard into you driving you straight to the edge. Your eyes clamp shut as you feel your orgasm creep up "fuck! Oh my god, fuck me." Suddenly, like harsh waves crashing against a shore, your orgasm fully takes over.
"That's it, baby. Fuck. Cum for me, just like that," Jake groans, delivering one final sharp thrust before his hot release spurts into you, painting your walls in ivory slick.
Jake's got you reduced to nothing but a whimpering, panting mess, and you love it.
It takes you a moment to come back to earth, Jake's cock still buried deep inside you. "You're such a good girl," his hands leave their place, coming to rest on the swell of your ass. You try to respond, but nothing comes out.
Jake lifts a hand and forces it down against your ass, the pads of his fingers massaging the supple flesh. A loud yelp flies last your lips at the contact, your body jutting forward.
"M'gonna pull out, okay?" He smooths his hand over the red skin of the back of your thighs, soothing the sting. You manage to mumble out an 'okay', clamping your eyes shut and practically holding your breath.
Sucking in a hiss, he pulls out, juices immediately dripping down your thigh. His hands grasp your waist, spinning you around to face him. "Touch yourself. Clean yourself up for me."
Your eyes blow wide at the command, but you do as he says anyway. Your clit is still wildly overstimulated, a whimper leaving your mouth at the slightest touch. You collect juices with your fingers, painfully spreading them all around your core.
"Jake I- I can't," you whine, your knees buckling as you press your fingers against your clit, your other arm grasping at the back of his neck for support. "Yes, you can. C'mon, be a good little slut," he presses, coming down to lay open-mouth kisses against your neck.
A cry leaves your lips, that same fire sparking again as you shove two fingers inside your entrance. Jake grabs your arm, pulling your fingers from yourself and bringing it to his lips. Slowly, he takes them into his mouth, his saliva cleaning the juices completely off your fingers.
"So fucking good. Now get on your knees," Jake demands "lick it off."
Again, you do as he says, sinking to your knees and grasping the base of his cock. You drag your tongue along his length from base to tip, licking every inch and making sure you got every last drop. "Atta girl."
Jake slowly helps you up, pressing your back against the tree and smashing his lips against yours. "Does it taste good baby?" Jake growls between kisses, massaging his fingers into your scalp. "Mhm," you whine, your arms wrapping around his body before he pulls back completely.
The two of you simply just look into each other's faces, breathing in the sweet taste and smell of sex that lingers in the air. "Let me take you home."
You simply just nod, Jake pulling his clothes back on as you grab your heels and slide your damp panties off your body. "So.. how does this work?"
"What?" Jake looks to you as the two of you begin walking back to the party.
"The whole... Vampire.. thing..." You trail off, looking down at the leaves crunching beneath both of your feet. You hear him chuckle to himself, amused by your curiosity.
"Y'know it's crazy how much people get wrong," he takes your hand in his "it's not a big deal, really. But if I go too long without specific needs, it could hurt me."
The two of you reach the entrance of the forest, street lights flickering along the road. When you look at him, he looks a lot more alive, significantly less tired and sick than earlier. "So... what, you feed with blood? That's kinda.. basic."
"Something like that, yeah. That and sex, basically," Jake laughs through his words, inching closer and closer to the party. "Sex?" You giggle, looking at him. "Yeah.. is something wrong with that?"
The two of you reach his car "No... I just didn't expect it." Jake opens the door for you, letting you slip in before shutting it and rounding the car to get in the driver's side.
"It's basically like.. energy feeding? It's hard to explain."
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"So you don't turn to dust in the sunlight?" You both laugh. "No. I don't even know where that came from.."
Jake's car slows to a stop "This it?" Apparently, you'd lost track of time because as you look out your window, you see your house. "Mhm," you get out of the car, walking up to the steps of your home and letting Jake meet you there.
He pulls you into a kiss "I hope you had fun tonight, darling." A large smile finds its way on your face "I did."
"Hey, uh... How can I see you again?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Jake reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with his number already on it, and holding it out to you with a smile "Call me when you get lonely."
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Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.1
I'm sorry this is late; I've been having too much fun fanaticizing instead of writing. I didn't include tanner since i included this in the last head canon.
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Isaac- It has been two weeks since you and Isaac have been together, you haven't really told anyone besides the boys in the house, but you wanted to take things, so you haven't told your fans.
One night you and some of the others decided to drink and stream an American truck simulator. You all were having a good time until Isaac became more tipsy than usual.
"Hold on, hold on, I need another sake. I'll be right quick, and tanner if you crash into me while I'm gone . I'll hide under your bed tonight.'' Isaac went to grab his drink and on his way back he passed your room where your door was cracked open.
You were laughing at yumi yelling at nick when you heard Isaacs knock at the bedroom door. "open the door or i'm gonna throw rocks in your window, you dumb whore" you laughed even harder . you made sure your camera was at a good level before telling him to come in so he didn't face reveal himself .
Isaac came and stood right next to your chair fiddling with his drink acting like he was gonna spill it on your keyboard. "Nah I won't do it, chat . I love them too much ""really because I don't love you" you said as a joke which he got surprisingly. "oh yeah?" Isaac then wrapped his arm around your throat acting as if he was going to choke you "chat ill do it, don't make me, i may love them but i'll do it." you couldn't help but laugh from his arm tickling your neck.
"Fine chat fine you brought this upon yourselves" Isaac let out a yell before reaching around your face and giving you a small kiss. Isaac than ran out of the room laughing like an evil villain. your chat went crazy with aww and asking if you're okay with what he did. "It's okay to chat, he's been doing it since we've started dating". you left your chat with that sentence and refused to retouch on the subject to make things funnier.
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Yumi- you have been staying at the group chats house for a month almost two, isaac and the rest were convincing you to just move into the house with them since you were sorta a part of the group and now that you're with yumi it makes sense to just move in. you decided that you would just fly home and to drive back to austin since you had stuff that you couldn't bring on a plane but not enough stuff to rent out a uhaul. You were only gone for a week so you could close out your lease with your landlord and pack things.
Even though you and yumi haven't dated for the longest and you were only gone for a week he still misses you, you were a part of his routine and now he doesn't know what to do with his days. He stuck with streaming to take up his time but he eventually would lose track of time and not notice that a week has already passed.
You were so happy to see Blake again. You had to pull over twice while on the way out due to your foot bouncing on the pedal from excitement and not wanting to crash. As soon as you got into the driveway you jumped out of the car and ran into the house “Hi y/n '' tanner turned around in the bean bag chair. You just ran up the stairs not even paying attention to what he was doing “Hi tanner” you said almost already at yumies door.
You had pressed your ear against the door to hear what yumi was doing. It sounded like he was watching car crashes on stream so you made sure to be quiet when you opened the door so you could scare him. You open the door lightly and as soon as your head comes into frame on the camera you put a finger to your lips to signal to his chat not to say anything. You got close enough to him without him noticing you until you wrapped your arms around his top half “MISSED ME?!” you said out loud as he finally stopped screaming. “Fuck i though i was dead but yeah im happy your back” you said with a boom in his voice as he hugged you back, he was hugging you thight so you knew he was telling you the truth.
“Here chat this is my i don't even know” Blake said has he used you towards the camera “partner?” you looked back at him to see if he approved “yeah sounds right”. For the rest of the stream, you and Yumi answered questions that his fans had about you and him and watched whatever YouTube had recommended.
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Lottie/Nat x reader, some hurt comfort, reader has a nightmare while they’re still in the wild and is scared about being the next victim and they just hold and reassure her
let us take care of you
pairings. lottienat x reader
warnings. mentions of blood and knives
not proof read! i’ll read over it tomorrow so i’m sorry if it’s bad..i need to be taken care of by them immediately actually.
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you felt them more than you saw them, the sound of their howls echoing, bouncing off the trees that surrounded you and breezing past you with a gust of wind.
your legs and chest burned, unable to physically hold your weight as you hurled yourself forwards and across the ice, refusing to let yourself hear the ever so slight cracking underneath you, your movements not letting up even for a second.
it plagued your mind. the card. the feeling of the sheer cold belonging to the blade of shauna’s knife, pressed against the flesh of your neck, blood threatening to trickle in its path. the burn of your tears against your cheeks as they spilled, your eyes flickering to the group around you, each one of them motionless. not one attempt at a fight or a pushback. this was a well rehearsed routine by now, you either chose to run, or accepted your fate. the pit of your stomach held the weight of bricks, as your mind argued with itself, debating what to do.
until there was no time to decide.
you thrashed desperately as a hand held you by the shoulder from behind, stilling you in preparation for your end, as you choked on your sobs, silently pleading that someone, or something would put a stop to this and realise just how crazy this all was.
you broke free of the butcher’s grasp, a hoarsely screamed “no” escaping your lips as you took off out of the cabin, trees enveloping you as you threw yourself further. despite the fact you had always been the fastest on the team, you knew they would catch you. it was your inevitable, the wilderness always got what it wanted.
the taunts of your name caught up with you, startling you, leading you to trip on the ice, plummeting into it, and splitting your knee open in a way that hauntingly reminded you of allie’s leg. your screams became ear-splittingly loud as your once team mates surrounded you, bearing their weapons with almost smirks drawled across their features.
shauna gripped your neck aggressively, crouching down to you with almost a growl, enjoying every second of pressing her knife against your skin once more as the others chanted your name on repeat, like a mantra.
“y/n. y/n. y/n. y/n.”
tears streamed down your cheeks, accepting your fate as the pressure built against your throat.
“y/n!”
you jolted and sat up, finding yourself practically weeping as your surroundings suddenly flashed before your eyes and changed, finding yourself sat up in bed.
you were still stranded, that much was true. but instead you were in the cabin, surrounded by complete darkness and the only eyes on you belonging to your now incredibly concerned girlfriends.
your face pressed into your hands as you let your emotions completely take over.
“hey. hi baby. look at me, okay? look at me. you’re okay. it wasn’t real. we won’t let anything happen to you. come here.” lottie gently pried your hands away from your face, and pulled you down into her arms, whilst caressing your tear stained cheeks, and rocking you ever so slightly.
she held her hand on your heart, encouraging you to follow her breathing, the softness of her fingers grounding you, and bringing you back to reality in the way she always somehow managed to.
you felt nat inch closer to you, pulling the corners of the blanket to surround the three of you, before moving your hair out of your face and pressing her lips to your forehead, letting her lips linger.
guilt began to creep up on you as a quietness settled between the three of you.
this wasn’t the first time that this had happened. it was becoming a regular occurrence, every night since the hunts began.
they didn’t deserve to constantly be disturbed by you, everyone out here had more than enough going on without having to put up with your nightmares.
but they did, every time. even though you all knew the promises made weren’t ones that could be kept forever, they still made them. and you allowed yourself to believe them.
you had to.
“let us take care of you.”
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✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI ; — you basically emptied your bank account to finally see your favourite band BONTEN in concert, although the bassist wants to make sure you have a night to remember.
warnings: f!reader, bassist!shuji, band!au, other members mentioned, exhibitionism, some choking, biting, backstage scenes, this was written with pure hormones so it’s v messy + wild. note: i am back and as crazy as ever <3 i’ve had this in my drafts 4 months plz forgive me !
fuck, you’d waited too long for this moment — to finally see them, be in their presence and be able to admire your favourite band up close, this close. but nothing could’ve prepared you for how pretty BONTEN actually were, all those interviews and fan videos barely did them justice with the true beauty they exuded on stage, in their domain.
you’d basically scraped the bottom of your savings for this ticket and you didn’t regret it one bit, you’re so close you can see the glisten of sweat along the lead singer mikey’s chest beneath his low cut shirt. rindou mans the drums while his brother ran takes the keyboard, violet rays and handsomely, teasing smirks everytime they clock a particularly pretty thing losing their mind in the crowd.
lead guitar is a particularly unpredictable one, pastel pink mullet in contrast to the rest of sanzu’s sharp features but it suits him you think, frames his bright eyes despite the dark grin that accompanies his scarred cheeks — he was pretty, proven by his even more crazed fan base — he liked it though. although as pretty as the rest of the group are, they’re not why you’re here though, he is.
hanma shuji, bonten’s bassist and fuck— is he a force to be reckoned with, black kanji across his skin and you don’t think sin and punishment have ever looked as good as they do when they’re paired with his smirk and black and blonde hair. there’s temptation in his amber gaze and you swear you feel electricity lick at the base of your spine when you meet it in the crowd, watching the way his grin tugs even wider as his long fingers toy with the strings.
its those same fingers that are working you open now as he presses you against one of the speakers in the back, you’d heard rumours about how bonten in particular liked to fuck with their groupies, maybe that’s why you’d opted for a particularly short skirt for their gig — but fuck, were you feeling lucky when you’d been invited back stage to ‘meet the band.’
you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline from the set or the particular expertise of hanma’s fingers pressing into you that already has you so wet, every loud squelch from your pussy seems to echo even louder than the last as you shake and every whimpery, sweet little whine only makes the bassist over you hum out a laugh as he nibbles on the shell of your ear.
“oh you’re a big fan, ain’t ya, babydoll? should put this pretty face centre stage, the crowd would love you.. yeah?” his voice is a honeyed, low drawl and you swear it only makes you feel even better when it’s accompanied by his lips smearing along your skin.
you can feel the still damp graze of hanma’s hair along your neck, still wet with sweat from the set as he accompanies the next particularly deep kiss of his fingers with a searing bite of his teeth along your pulse point.
you could cry with how insane he feels already, embarrassingly so as you grab and scratch at his shoulders — trying so hard to swallow down the pretty little moans that he’s pulling from you so easily. he had a reputation for being an adrenaline junkie, seeking out thrills — but you didn’t think that also included him fucking a fan behind some flimsy curtain when he has a perfectly secluded dressing room.
your head drops back as you feel hanma’s free hand curl around the base of your throat, squeezing lightly before he’s pulling back to let his dark, lidded gaze sweep over your already fucked out features.
“don’t fuckin’ hold back on me, fuck sake— you’re already this wet, don’t make me pull those pretty sounds out of you.” he grits despite the way the corners of his lips curl into something dark, taunting when he pulls his fingers out of you with a click of his tongue.
“im all tired from my set, babydoll. you gonna help me out?” hanma goads, teases as he lets his eyes drop to his belt and the particularly noticeable bulge in his pants — chuckling when just the loss of his touch pulls a sweet little whine from your pouty lips.
you know what he wants, and you’re so eager to give it to him — to reach forward and let your fingers work eagerly with the buckle of his belt until you’re able to peel back the layers. a quiet little gasp falling from you when the weight of his heavy cock finally presses bare against your thigh.
you’re basically fucking begging him to just hurry up and fuck you already when you send him a doe-eyed look, thighs twitching when he rubs a few sticky circles into your clit before hes pushing himself closer to you with a growl. your ears feel like they’re ringing with want as it drowns out the footsteps of the staff and leftover fans that still shuffle around on the floor, begging to get a peak at the members backstage and you feel like a fucking vip with the view you have right now.
hanma’s slender fingers in sin wrap around the base before he’s letting his head roll back with a few rough strokes of his palm, pinning your hips against the rough surface below you as he leans over your figure to rub his cock along your slick folds.
you’re fucking soaked, feeling the first silky grind of his cock split through the petals of your cunt before it’s catching on your clit, making you both gasp and moan at the wet tacky sound that follows before it’s drowned out by a swooning, loud cheer from the leftover crowd outside. you jump slightly as it rings, but relax when it’s followed by a particularly smooth voice, most likely belonging to one of the haitani’s as they entertain the leftovers, basking in the way they’re basically begging to be dragged backstage — to be in your position.
you feel hanma’s palm press hard against your throat when your legs curl around his waist, bringing your attention back to him as you pull him close. he pushes you so deep against the speaker your back arches as he finally splits through your folds and sinks into you with a shameless, low groan — chuckling at the way you’re already twitching around him, taking him so well he’s already considering dragging your sweet little pussy around the country with him.
“wanna show ‘em all how well you take me? you’d break their fragile lil hearts, such a selfish lil thing.”
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NSFW Alphabet (Frank Castle x Female Reader)
MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST
A/N: Requested! I love these. Pls send more character requests of these lmfao.
(Warnings: It's literally all NSFW lol, there's a daddy kink mentioned, frank spitting in your mouth???, size kink, public sex, remote-controlled vibrator, etc.)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
When I tell you Frank Castle is the king of aftercare like don’t even get me STARTED!!!!!!
okay but lets get started
Frank loves taking care of you after absolutely ruining you.
After he makes you cum so hard you think you might cry, he’ll rub soothing circles into your skin, nuzzling his nose into your neck and bringing you down from your high.
He knows your love language is touch, so he’ll hold your hand and kiss your palm until you can function again.
He’ll run a warm washcloth over your sensitive areas and tuck you into his side, wrapping his protective arms around you.
He’s your safe place, but you’re his safe place, too.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Frank’s favorite part of your body is your thighs.
Anytime you wear something a little short, his brain all but short circuits.
He loves to bite and suck on them as foreplay.
When you’re near him, even if it’s in public or completely inappropriate, his hands always end up touching your thighs.
He’d gladly suffocate between them if you’d let him.
His favorite part of himself are his hands.
Wrapping them around your throat is his favorite pastime, but really anytime he gets to touch you, he’s happy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Frank loves watching his cum drip from your cunt after he fucks you into oblivion.
He’ll swipe his finger on your sensitive pussy, gathering the cum and shoving it back inside of you.
Sometimes when you’re planning on being out and about, he’ll cum in you as a little reminder that pools in your panties throughout the day.
The idea of you walking around with his cum seeping out of you is enough to get him hard enough to fuck you again.
You’re late to a lot of things because of this lmfao.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Something that you learned pretty early on with Frank is that he’s obsessed with your underwear.
When you go out to dinner, he’ll shoot you a look that has you hustling to the bathroom to remove your panties. He tucks them in his pocket and refuses to give them back until its laundry day.
This happens whether it’s just you and him or if you’re out with a group. He doesn’t care lmfao.
One time, you came home from work earlier than usual and caught him fucking into his hand, which held your panties from the night before.
When he noticed your arrival, he didn’t stop thrusting into his hand. He just watched you watch him. You removed the panties you were wearing and handed them to him. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply.
You’re embarrassed to admit how incredibly turned on you were when he came into his hand, all over your favorite pair of blush pink underwear.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Frank Castle is a sex god and I feel like that goes without saying.
He’s a generous lover, offering you three, four, sometimes five orgasms before letting himself be pleasured in return.
Frank is exceptional at reading your body language. If he switches what he’s doing with his tongue and notices a change in your demeanor, he’ll immediately go back to what he was doing before.
He may have had sex with a lot of people, but he makes you feel like the only person in the world when he fucks you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Frank’s a traditional guy – he likes looking at you when he’s fucking you, but his absolute favorite position is doggy style.
He goes absolutely crazy in this position; biting your shoulders, choking you, holding both of your arms behind you and holding you up as he pounds into you.
This position gives him the deepest access and boy does he love it when he can feel your pussy fluttering around his entire cock.
When he’s feeling less rough, he’ll hold you against him, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine and whispering dirty things in your ear.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It’s hard to imagine Frank as anything but serious in any aspect of his life, but especially during sex.
Even though sex is something he’s had plenty of, he takes it seriously when you open yourself up to him.
He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is to make you cum as many times as possible.
The only time Frank is able to completely let his guard down is when he’s buried deep inside of you, so there’s never a time where goofiness fits the energy in the room.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Frank doesn’t pay too close attention to this, but he likes to keep it neat and maintained for you.
Just a simple trim, nothing too drastic, maybe once a week.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Listen, Frank is a sex god, we’ve already covered that, but when he’s making love to someone he loves, it’s a whole different ballgame.
After Maria’s death, Frank closed himself off to genuine romantic connections for a while, but when he met you, he couldn’t push it down anymore.
You accept his vulnerability with grace, and his heart aches when you remind him of how much you love him when he’s buried deep inside of you.
The genuine love he feels when he makes love to you was scary at first, but the warmth in your gaze and the soft caress of your hands calmed him down.
Now, when he’s feeling sentimental, he fucks every ounce of love he can muster into you, whispering how much you mean to him in your ear.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Usually, Frank doesn’t need to masturbate unless you’re out of town or something. Basically, he has the willpower to hold off until you come home from work, but if you’re traveling or separated from him for longer than 12 hours, the mere thought of you has him hard and aching in his pants.
He’s a dude, though, so like tbh he could masturbate to the thought of you at any hour of the day if he really felt like it.
If you send him dirty texts or pictures while he’s out patrolling Hell’s Kitchen, he has to physically stop himself from stroking himself off on some random rooftop.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Do I really need to say it? Okay, fine.
FRANK CASTLE HAS A DADDY KINK
Also? Definitely a size kink. Frank’s a massive dude, and the idea of your body writhing underneath him sends him over the edge more often than he’d care to admit.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Frank will take you literally anywhere at any time if you ask him to.
Typically, the bedroom is where you end the night, but where you start is always a surprise.
Bending you over every single thing in the apartment has become his new goal, but his favorites are the couch and the kitchen table.
Something about fucking you on the table that you both eat dinner sends his hormones into overdrive.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Frank is not a picky dude, so pretty much everything you do turns him on.
One time, he walked into the kitchen as you were bent over, placing the lasagna you had prepared in the oven.
He had lunged forward (after you had shut the oven door and it was safe obviously lol), ripping your shorts and underwear off and plunging into you.
It literally doesn’t matter what you’re doing.
Sometimes when he rolls over in bed after you’ve left for work and inhales the scent of your bodywash on the sheets, he gets so hard he ends up rutting into the mattress for some relief.
He can’t help it. You’re hot, and he loves fucking you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Frank has spent the last decade of his life surrounded by violence, and you were the much-needed reprieve from that, so anything that has to do with hitting you is a no-go for him.
He’ll spank you on your ass, but that’s about it. He will literally never lay a finger on your face unless it’s out of love.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Say it with me: Frank Castle eats pussy like a man starved.
If he could keep his head between your legs forever, he would do it in a heartbeat.
He’ll literally beg you to ride his face sometimes.
If you try to say you’re too heavy, he will physically pick you up and drop you on his face. If he suffocates, he’ll die a happy man.
He likes getting head from you but prefers to be a giver in the bedroom.
He’s not stupid though – when you’re feeling dominate, he gives up the control easily.
He just thinks you look so pretty with your lips around his cock.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
This really depends on the mood, but typically Frank likes it slow and sensual.
Don’t get me wrong, Frank is absolutely a fast and hard kind of guy, but with someone he loves, he likes to make it last as long as possible.
Sometimes, he’ll hold himself still inside of you and get you off again, just to make the moment last just a little bit longer.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Frank likes quickies but prefers to take the time to ravish you wholly.
Like I mentioned before, it doesn’t take a lot to get him going when it comes to you, so quickies aren’t rare.
He likes quickies out in public, at a party or in the bathroom of a bar if he’s feeling desperate.
The fact that you’ve already removed your panties for him makes it all the more lustful.
At Billy’s annual New Year’s Eve party, it’s common for you and Frank to go missing for 10 minutes at a time.
All in all, Frank’s game for quickies, but likes it when he gets the time to fully satisfy your needs.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Frank’s middle name is risk.
He’s open to trying anything at least once, but usually it’s him that does all the risk taking in your relationship.
For instance, when you’re out to dinner with a group and sitting next to each other, he makes it a game to see how close he can bring you to the edge before backing off.
He’ll run his fingers up your thighs, hidden from sight, and start circling your clit while in the middle of a conversation about something completely random with someone else.
When he feels you clench like you’re about to cum, he’ll readjust his position, removing his fingers from your body completely.
You usually end up so aroused and horny by the end of the night that you can’t even bear the drive home before your clothes are off and Frank is pounding into you in the driver’s seat of his car.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
You guys already know this man is a god damned sex fiend.
If he wills it, he can last for hours.
Sometimes, even after four rounds and an insane number of orgasms, Frank will wake up in the middle of the night, ready to go again.
There have been nights where you swear you were fucking more than you were sleeping.
You have no idea where he gets the energy from, but he insists that you make him insatiable.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Frank’s not really a toy guy, but he’s not opposed to using them on you.
His favorite toy is (ofc) the remote-controlled vibrator he bought you to wear when you went out in public with him.
There have been too many nights where Frank would overstimulate you in public, forcing you to stumble to the bathroom where you’d end up squirting all over the place.
It’s not something that’s required for both of you to enjoy sex, but it definitely helps.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Frank may be hardened on the outside, but he’s a big ‘ole softie for you.
He tries to tease you, but the second the word ‘daddy’ is out of your mouth, he gives you anything you could possibly want.
He does, however, like watching you writhe with overstimulation as he eats you out.
You’ll beg him to fuck you, claiming you don’t have another orgasm in you, but he’ll tell you to be good and cum on his tongue again. You always do.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Frank is a quiet lover.
He’ll let out soft grunts or groans in your ear, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin.
He likes to whisper dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you’re being and how he loves the feeling of your wet pussy around his cock, but it’s never spoken at his regular tone.
You offer Frank a quiet, vulnerable home inside of you, and he’s eternally grateful for that. Most of his life has been one loud crash after another, so he relishes the quieting of his brain when you’re around.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first time you asked Frank to spit in your mouth, he came so hard he saw stars for half an hour afterwards.
This quickly became a regular occurrence lol.
There’s something so raw and dirty about it that he can’t even think about it unless he’s planning on getting hard and fucking you into next week.
Sometimes it’s slow and seductive, the anticipation intense enough to make you whine with impatience.
Other times, when he’s in the mood to be rough, it’s a fast and hard spit onto your awaiting tongue.
He can’t decide which he likes better.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Frank is packing. We all know this. I needn't say more.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I feel like this has been established lol.
This man wants you at all times, on every surface available, in every position he can think of.
His appetite for you is insatiable, and after you give him permission to wake you up with his tongue on your clit, that becomes your regular alarm. He’ll never say no to the opportunity to shove his face between your legs.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Frank’s able to sleep a little better after he meets you, but sex doesn’t usually put him to sleep.
Once you’re all taken care of, wrapped up in the blankets and lying on his chest, he’ll softly run his fingers along your back until you’re in a deep sleep.
This is his favorite thing to do with you, above everything else.
Knowing you’re in his arms, protected from the dangers of the world, is enough to lull him off to sleep, even if it’s only for a little while.
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As soon as Wayne sees the sky darken and the particles fall, he can feel something is wrong. Something stranger than an earthquake was happening in Hawkins.
And Wayne knew something for certain.
Eddie was still alive.
He can’t tell you exactly how he knows but he knows. Call it a gut feeling or something.
He knows Eddie’s younger friend isn’t lying though. Whatever Eddie was fighting may have almost killed him - and it wasn’t a damn earthquake, cause who the hell fights an earthquake. But that same thing has a hold of him now, keeping him alive.
Wayne hurries after the younger kid as he approaches a guy and girl who look around Eddie’s age.
“Steve…” the young boy calls out helplessly.
Steve responds, “I know, Dustin. I know.” Then Steve’s eyes land on him, eyebrows furrowed, maybe catching a slight resemblance between Wayne and Eddie. The girl grabs at Steve’s wrist as if to urge them away.
“Wait,” Wayne says, not sure what exactly he’s wanting to say without scaring them away.
“Steve and Robin, this is Eddie’s uncle, Wayne. Sir, this is Steve and Robin. They were also with Eddie when he…” Dustin trails off choking on a sob again.
Robin and Steve look equally as pained, but Wayne notices a look on Steve’s face similar to one Eddie would make. He blames himself for Eddie’s death. He’s not sure why but the kid does.
“Can we all speak privately?” Wayne requests, cocking his head back towards the building.
The three quickly nod and Robin says her goodbyes to some other girl.
As soon as they get to a secluded corner - luckily everyone is distracted by the snow looking particles - Wayne immediately starts talking. “I know something bigger is happening in Hawkins, and I know you three know about it. I’m not saying this as a threat, but as someone who will do anything to get my boy back.”
“Sir-” Dustin begins.
Wayne immediately cuts him off, knowing what he’s trying to argue. “I know you said he’s dead, but he’s alive. I can just… I can just feel it. I know I sound old and crazy, but while I may be on the older side, I’m not on the crazy side.”
“I feel it, too,” none other than Steve says. He quickly clarifies, “Maybe it’s just me hoping that despite everything, he’s still alive. Or maybe…” he trails off.
Dustin and Robin look at Steve like he’s crazy. Maybe his is. But if he believes Eddie is alive, too, then Wayne will follow him every step of the way to get him back.
(If this turns into a full fic, I plan to have Wayne become a father figure to Steve, finding similar elements in him that he’s seen in Eddie.
When Dustin finds out Hopper is still alive, he finally comes to the conclusion, “If Hopper can come back from the dead, Eddie can, too!”
In the upside down, Vecna is showing Eddie how close Steve and his uncle Wayne are becoming - relying on that jealousy that Eddie had once had of Steve. Convincing him that Steve is the nephew that Wayne always wanted that Eddie could never be. (When in reality, all of Steve’s similarities to Eddie makes Wayne love Steve).
As time goes on and the group makes a plan, Wayne finds himself sharing with Steve more and more about his nephew - the things he should’ve said and will when he sees him again, random stories, and little quirks that Eddie had. Steve shares his few moments he had with Eddie with Wayne, and Wayne realizes why Steve still feels connected to Eddie.
Eddie likes Steve. Even in the brief period that they interacted, based on the small things Steve shares, he knows Eddie’s tells. He knows why Eddie’s father/Wayne’s brother, had kicked him out of the house. They had never discussed it, but there was never a reason why.
Wayne hopes in the few words he’s exchanged with Eddie - having never been a talker but more of a listener - that Eddie knows that Wayne loves him. No matter what.
He can also tell by the small details that Steve remembers that maybe, Steve has feelings for his nephew.
And Steve finds himself unknowingly falling for Eddie, realizing only when he’s right in front of him…)
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Omg more Sergio Ramos I beg you🥹
Can I request Sergio being very protective of reader when someone harass her? And then he is all sweet with her making sure she’s okay but she’s not so he does all in his power to make sure she’s fine? Thank you so much
𝙈𝙮 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 | 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙨
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader
[TW; SUGGESTIVE STAMPEDE, BRUISING]
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.5k
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: As you and Sergio Ramos have become more intimate, you decide to surprise him at a game one day. When an incident occurs that results in a small injury when you were having a fantastic time, Ramos tries his best to make you feel better.
𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the wait! College has been having me in a choke hold -3- I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!
[Translator Spanish is used- Note that translation may be wrong.]
(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ♥
Sergio Ramos and you have been friends for a long time, but recently, as a result of your continual flirting and demonstration of your mutual interest in one another, your connection has deepened. As it's a crucial Champions League game, you plan to surprise him at his game today without telling him in advance. You knew that he was already anxious because they needed to win this game in order to move on, so you didn't want to add to his anxiety by letting him know you were there. In an effort to get to your seat, you excuse yourself and pass through the other fans. You don't bother to sit down once you've arrived at your seat. The guy in front of you is standing up, so if you were to sit down, you would be unable to view the field. You could have secured first row seats, but you did not want to ruin someone else 'special occasion' since you are personal with Ramos. As a substitute, you obtained second-row seats so that he can still see you when he emerges from the PSG team's tunnel. Screams and cheers break out, and when you turn to look and see people leaning down close to the tunnel's edge, you realize the team is heading for the field. You smile as you see Sergio Ramos enter the field and the team unite for a team photo for their social media team. Both teams line up for their respective anthems following the completion of the picture session, and then they take their places on the field. A few moments later, the referee blows the whistle to start the game. You join the lively group around you and yell loudly as you take in the atmosphere created by the PSG supporters.
The game ended soon with a 3-1 score. The folks surrounding you are going crazy, jumping up and down and waving their flags. You giggle as you leap with them, hoping to match their excitement because you are also having a good time. Ramos screams because he's so delighted they won, and the girls behind you scream loudly as he starts to run towards the section you're in. "HE'S COMING OVER HERE HE'S COMING OVER HERE!," the girls cry, evidently fangirling. You start calling his name as you see him jogging over and start waving your hands. The woman behind you pushes your hand away as you continue to wave your hands and call for him because she feels as though you are blocking her view even though you are not, saying, "Watch your fucking hand lady you are blocking him from seeing me." You turn around, "What the hell is your problem?" "Don't throw your arms up in front of me to block my view," she sneers as she peers at you. You merely stare at her, shaking your head before turning around to the field once more and starting to call out his name, hopping up and down joyfully as you wave your hands once more.
Ramos notices you in the audience as he approaches just off the field and beams joyfully since he had no idea you would attend his game. His smile never leaves his face as he removes his shirt with the intention of giving it to you. How could he not be happy right now? His future girlfriend is present tonight in addition to the fact that his team is still in the champion league tournament. When he gets nearer to the crowd, his eyes stay fixed on yours, but what occurs next makes his heart drop.
The crowd becomes more frantic as he approaches and reaches out with all of their power to try grab the jersey. Nevertheless, due to the girls behind you, things start to become hectic. The woman behind you assumes that Sergio Ramos is looking at her despite his eyes being fixed on yours. She screams loudly and shoves you hard, knocking you off your feet. As Ramos anxiously runs up into the stands after seeing you fall, she rapidly leaps over the seats and starts pushing people in an effort to get closer to him. Now that he is among the crowd, things only get worse as numerous individuals attempt to touch him or take pictures with him. When Ramos jumped into the crowd, the security was taken aback, but they started to weave their way among the individuals to protect him. Most of the fans are now being pushed back by security as they do their best to deescalate the situation. “Y/N!!,” He shouts, ignoring the others around him who keep clutching onto him in an attempt to draw them in his way. When you stand up, he is able to see you once more, but as soon as you do, the mob starts to push you away from him, creating a significant distance. He sees how uncomfortable you now are, and the painful expression you now have. He notices your current discomfort and your distressed appearance. Attempting to get to you by squeezing through the fans, his blood is boiling right now.
When Ramos jumped into the crowd, the security was taken aback, but they started to weave their way among the individuals to protect him. Most of the fans were pushed back by security as their hands tried to grasp Ramos.
As adrenaline rushes through your body, you sniffle while trying to hold back tears as you grab your side and battle desperately against the oncoming anxiety attack. You jump as a security guard rapidly takes your arm and says, "Ma'am, I'm going to h-." Ramos says, cutting him off, "Get your hands off of my girlfriend. Hearing him call you his girlfriend would make your heart swell with joy if the situation were different, but right now you are too preoccupied to pay attention to your breathing. Ramos promptly lifts you up in bridal style while ignoring the guard's apologetic demeanor. The guard then points out the best route for Ramos to use so that he can simply leave the stands and return to the field so he can pass through the team tunnel. You turned your head so your face could be buried deep into his chest, and you could do nothing except cry there in his arms. You're feeling all the emotions now because the recent occurrence happened so swiftly. If you had not stood up right away, you might have suffered catastrophic injuries. Fortunately, only your side appears to be suffering rather than you being in danger of being trampled to death. Maybe it's because of his big strides, but before you know it, you're in the team's medical room. After placing you on the hospital bed, he swiftly returns to you after locking the door to the room. There is only you and Ramos in the space; there is no staff. He cues, "Mi amor, ya estoy aquí, no te preocupes... no te preocupes(My love, I'm here now, don't worry... don't worry)," as he sits down next to you, embracing you with his arms in an effort to comfort you as the tears continue to fall down your face and your breathing continues to be quick. You start to settle down, shakily exhaling and sniffling as you gaze up into his eyes. His heart sinks as he glances down, seeing your eyes moist from all the tears you've wept," Are you hurt anywhere?" You nod your head and indicate to your side, raising up your shirt to let him see your side. He detects a red spot on the skin, but it doesn't appear to be anything that requires immediate hospitalization; you will likely only sustain a bruise. "My angel, I'll never let anything ever happen to you again," he says as he gently touches your delicate skin. “I'm so sorry I did not come fast enough to prevent this.” You shake your head, not liking that he is blaming himself for the issue. “This isn't your fault. I just wanted to surprise you, so don’t take the blame for it. It was some girl in the crowd's fault anyway.” You mutter against his skin as you start to settle down, feeling better that not only is the room peaceful, but you are also with the man of your dreams. You two continue to be in a pleasant silence for a while as you start to feel sleepy from being tired of crying, and the way his fingers massage your scalp only intensifies the feeling. “Ya sabes, T/N... Solo quiero que sepas lo mucho que realmente significas para mí. Este último mes de conocerte ha sido verdaderamente una bendición, y estoy agradecida de tener a alguien como tú en mi vida. Eres tan precioso para mí, mi ángel. Esta noche, ¿qué tal si te llevo a mi casa? Déjame cuidarte.(You know, Y/N.. I just want to let you know how much you truly mean to me. This past month of getting to know you has truly been a blessing, and I'm thankful to have someone like you in my life. You are so precious to me, my angel. Tonight, how about I take you to my house? Let me take care of you.)”
"Sinceramente, solo quiero estar a tu lado Sergio, es todo lo que siempre quiero (I honestly want to just be by your side Sergio, it's all I ever want)," you say, nodding your head as you cast a sleepy gaze up at him. He smiles at you briefly to try to lighten the atmosphere. "Let's head out now then," he says as he kisses your forehead and pats your back. He extends his hand to you as he stands up in front of you. “But your team?” He shrugs, saying, "No me importa. Eres mi única preocupación en este momento.(I don't care. You are my only concern right now.)” Looking at his attire, you give him a sheepish grin. He is standing in front of you with his futebol gear on, only missing his shirt that he took off. "Deberías al menos ponerte una camisa entonces.(You should at least put on a shirt then,)" you say. One of the spectators took it from his grasp earlier when he was in the crowd. He teases you, saying, "No sé, mi amor, creo que prefieres cuando me veo así.(I don't know, my love, I think you prefer when I look like this)," as he starts to flex his arms, making you giggle. "Let's go," you say, grabbing his hand as you stand. As he guides you towards the locker room, Ramos never lets go of your hand. He was able to swiftly get his belongings and put on a shirt before leaving, since, fortunately for the two of you, none of his teammates were inside. Since you did not want anyone to see you with tear-stained cheeks, you were relieved that nobody was present. You two arrive at his home an hour later as the driver drives into his driveway. Both of you express gratitude to the driver before watching Ramos exit the vehicle and patiently waiting for him to approach and unlock your door. You could open the door yourself, but Ramos insists on opening all of the doors for you now that you've gotten closer. Because he feels that "a princess should always have princess treatment," he gets upset when you do it yourself. The moment Ramo opens your door, you thank him and step outside as he starts to explain his plans for you. "After we get inside, you can relax on my bed while I get the bath started for you. I know you're tired, so after the bath, I'll have a quick shower, and we can go to sleep together," he says. As you see him unlock his front door and let the two of you inside, you nod your head in agreement.The fact that he is treating you like this after his soccer game makes you feel a little guilty in your heart, but you also enjoy being babied by him. You both go upstairs to his bedroom and he walks into the bathroom as you walk over to sit on the bed.
You close your eyes for what appears to be a split second but actually lasts for several minutes. Sergio gently shakes your shoulder to wake you awake, calling out "Y/N" as he does so. You start to slowly awaken, rubbing your right eye and standing up to stretch. As you stretch, the throbbing pain in your side makes you wince. Ramos worries, "Are you okay?" he questions you. "Yeah, I'm alright, the stretch just stung a little." He smiles comfortingly at you, "I have everything ready for you, gorgeous. I'm going to use the guest bathroom so just yell if you need me.” Without saying a word, you quickly give Ramos a bear embrace and say, "Thank you for everything." “You know I'll go above and beyond for you,” he says with a smile as he wraps his arms around your body and kisses the top of your head. He briefly clutches onto you before letting go, "Now no more apologies…Go take a shower, you stink," he jokes, causing you to giggle and slap his chest lightly.“It sounds like you are projecting right now.” He shrugs, his smile remaining on my face, “Yeah, you are right.” You smile, shaking your head as you watch him leave the room. You two are now cuddling up to each other on his king-sized bed, 20 minutes after you both washed. You're snuggled up against his side as he's on his back and is lying on his side. As his arm engulfs you, you kneel so that your knee is positioned over his. You yawn and press your cheek even more firmly against his side as you grow more comfortable. You take a deep breath and let his aroma fill your nose. He asks, "You okay?," assuming that you have sighed. "I'm fine; you just smell great." You mutter, already dozing off. With all the tears and the mini-panic episode that had just happened, the earlier event had left you fatigued. He utters a small chuckle upon hearing your remark. While gazing up at the ceiling, he lifts his hand that is currently around you and starts massaging your scalp. You two fall into a peaceful quietness for a short while before he speaks. “I like you, Y/N. As you are aware, I adore you. But today has really shown me how much I value you. I immediately felt I was going to have a heart attack after seeing you among the crowd one moment and disappearing the next.….” He sighs softly and hesitantly licks his lips. "Basically, what I'm trying to express is Y/N… ¿Serás mi novia?( Will you be my girlfriend?)” His statement is interrupted by the sound of your snore.
You are sound asleep and are not aware of his confession of love to you. When he glances down, he notices your softly parted lips and heavenly features. "Dulces sueños, bonita (Sweet Dreams, pretty)," he says while smiling to himself as he leans in to kiss your forehead.
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Water Fight - Just Us Chapter 31
Warnings 18+: Fluff, Smut, Thigh Riding (Wanda), Slight choking,
Word Count: 3679
Series List | Chapter 30 | Chapter 32
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"Okay what's the game plan?" Me, Yelena and Natasha are standing at the back of my car looking at all the water guns.
"I want that one." Yelena's eyes have a devilish glint to them as she points out the gun.
"Okay so Yelena gets the Super Soaker Hydra." I grab it, passing it off to Yelena as she takes in the details of the plastic toy.
"Natasha, which one do you want?" Natasha doesn't speak, she just leans in the back grabbing out another one of the big guns, I also don't miss the pistol she puts behind her back. "The Super Soaker Soakzooker, excellent choice."
"What about you Y/n?" I turn to look at Yelena, a smirk growing on my face.
"I've got my baby right here." I open up a box in the back that I hid the gun in to make sure I got it. "Brand new Spyra Two."
I chuck the rest of the guns in a duffle bag, there are a few super soakers, a couple of pistols and one of those small rubbish pistols for Nathaniel to use as he is still too little to pump the guns properly to get them to work. We make our way into the house, checking our corners to make sure we are not going to get caught on our sneak attack, hopefully everyone is still in the garden.
"Psst, come this way. Will can fill them up in the sink out here then sneak out the side door." Natasha waves me and Yelena over to the utility room, filling up the large sink so we can fill the guns up.
All the guns take a while to fill up, because of course we had to choose the biggest of the lot but once we are ready we make our way to the side door that opens up to the side of the backyard that you can't see from the decking. Natasha leads, with Yelena close behind and me at the rear as she slowly and quietly opens the door swiveling her head left from right to make sure no one is in view. She lifts her hand in the air wiggling one finger silently, telling us to follow her.
"Are you sure you're not a Russian spy Natasha, this all seems very tactical." I hear her huff out a laugh rolling her eyes at me as she turns to face me.
Just as she is about to say something we hear laughing close by and we simultaneously press our backs to the wall, crouching down to try and hide ourselves a little more. When the laughter moves away from us Natasha slowly slides her body along the wall putting her head past the corner to check the surroundings, holding up a fist to tell us to stay where we are. Me and Yelena hold our breath waiting for Natasha's singal.
We wait…
Her finger waves us to move as she moves around the corner.
"WATER FIGHT!" Yelena shouts as she rounds the corner immediately aiming for Sharon, firing with no remorse and laughing like a crazy person when she gets her right in the face. "Bullseye!"
I turn to see the children running away, so make my way towards them as Tommy and Billy group together to protect Nathaniel. If I wasn't so interested in attacking them with my water guns I would have melted at the sight, but I couldn't let it distract me. They hid Nathaniel behind their bodies who was shouting out about how the alien is after him.
"Don't worry Nathaniel, we will protect you." Billy raises his arms in front of him, like has some sort of magic powers that are going to stop me.
"Your powers aren't going to stop me Billy."
"Billy take Nat, I will distract her!" I smile at the nickname they have given him as Tommy shouts at them as he runs towards me, jeez Wanda's right this kids quick...but not as quick as me.
I turn my body running after Tommy who is already a few paces ahead of me, so as I am running I move my gun to aim for his back. When the cold water makes contact with his shirt he squeals a bit zigzagging around to try and put me off. He makes his way up the decking, essentially trapping himself so I spray him a few times and he dramatically collapses to the floor shouting 'man down, man down'.
I turn around to search the backyard for the other two boys taking in the sight of Yelena chasing Sharon as she vaults over a plant pot or two showing off the skills Shield has obviously taught her as she avoids heavy fire from the young Russian. I also see Wanda, who has been cornered by Natasha, holding her hands in front of her face to try and stop the water as she laughs that gorgeous angelic laugh of hers. I pull my eyes away from watching Wanda, looking over to where I see Billy and Nathaniel running towards Wanda to go and help her. I smirk as I vault over the railing landing in front of them causing screams of horror to leave their mouths as they slide to a complete stop in front of me.
"Go Nathaniel!" Nathaniel darts back the other way as Billy holds up his hands waving them in the air.
I stop all my movements like he has got me in his trap, frozen on the spot. His eyes widen slightly as he looks at his hands then back to me with a smirk. His smirk drops when my hand twitches, the gun moves ever so slightly upwards as the water makes contact with his face.
"I'm too powerful to be stopped by you Wiccan!"
"Wiccan?" He tilts his head, wow he is just like his mother.
"Uh, yeah just came up with it now. Like you're some form of wizard with what you were doing with your hands."
"Oh cool. I like that."
"Good because it's sticking."
"Does Tommy have a nickname?" As I'm about to answer I realise he is just trying to distract me so I shoot his forehead one more time.
"Don't distract me." He laughs at me as I scoot past his body searching the backyard for Nathaniel, smiling when I see his small body behind a tree.
I take quiet steps till I'm close enough to the tree to get the rascal. I see his hand move to his mouth as he tries to hold his breath, obviously sensing that I'm close, but it's too late for him because I jump around and start shooting at his body. He shrieks as he runs back towards the other people who all stop their movements when they hear a very horrific scream only laughing when they realise it's Nathaniel being very dramatic. They all laugh as I wrap my arms around him instead of shooting him with water, and he kicks his legs around and he screams to the twins for help.
They make their way over to me trying to pry my arms open to allow Nathaniel to escape. I quickly bend down to place Nathaniel on the ground, as he turns to run away I quickly grab the twins wrapping my arms around their bodies so I can hold one under each arm. Damn they are heavier than I expected. So I don't drop them on the floor. I quickly make my way to the edge of the pool that is in the backyard and the boys look up at me in pure horror. I turn to Wanda to make sure it's okay to chuck them in, and as soon as I get a small nod I take a few steps back running towards the pool. As I jump I let go of the boys making sure to push their bodies away from me so we don't end up colliding as we go underwater.
I bring my head up below the surface of the water, as the boys make their way to me pushing me back under. I flail my hands while under grabbing a leg of one of the boys, I hear a muffled scream from underwater as I pull the body under with me and push myself off the bottom of the pool so I come to the surface. I see Tommy above the surface so it was Billy I dragged under, I wait until he pops back above the surface before I swim towards Tommy who makes a quick swim towards the stairs.
Tommy manages to get out of the pool, running towards Wanda and the other woman who have been watching this whole thing go down with Nathaniel standing there, his small body wrapped in a fluffy towel as his lips have a tiny hint of blue, he must have been standing still for too long. Instead of continuing the chase with Tommy, I stop and turn to Nathaniel even though we are having fun I can't let my little brother die of hypothermia.
"Do you want to dry off and get changed or do you want to put your swimming shorts on and get in the pool with me?" I see Tommy poke his head out from behind Wanda as he realises I have put a pause on the game we were playing.
"Ca-can I get in the pool. I want to p-p-play some more." His teeth chatter a little as he speaks.
"Of course let's get you warmed up a little first." I pick up his tiny body, making sure the towel stays securely on him and I tuck the extra length under his feet so he doesn't drip water through the house.
"Can someone show me where our bags are please?"
"I will come with you. Come on boys you should get into your shorts too if you want to stay in the pool." Wanda takes the lead as the four of us follow her inside, the other woman heading back to the table to catch their breaths and finish their drinks.
"Tommy, Billy your clothes are in Yelena's room so you can get changed in their and the bathroom opposite. Y/n and Nathaniel, your clothes are in the guest room with mine."
Tommy and Billy disappear into a room on the left side of the hallway while I follow Wanda, Nathaniel still in my arms as he snuggles closer to me trying to keep warm, to the end of the hallway. She holds the door open for me and I place Nathaniel on the bed as I go to grab his bag, picking up his red and blue swim shorts.
"Alright buddy, up." He pushes his body off the bed, as I bend down to match his height, rubbing my hands up and down the outside of the towel to help dry him off a little while creating some warmth.
"Here you go buddy." Wanda pulls one of the blankets off the bed wrapping it around his small body to try and help warm him up.
"Thank you Miss Wanda."
"Wanda is just fine, bud." She gives him a gentle smile as she strokes a hand through his short brown hair.
"Okay Wanda." He shuffles his body closer to her, as she wraps her arms around him moving them up and down to help keep him warm.
"Are you warming up?"
"Yes thank you Wanda."
"Good. I will leave you to get changed, just come and get me when you're done so I can get sorted."
"Okay. Thank you Wanda." I could really kiss her right now, but Nathaniel would witness. Wanda seems to be thinking the same as she takes my hand in hers and gives it a light squeeze, stroking her thumb on my knuckles before letting go and making her way out of the room.
"Okay buddy let's get you sorted so you can play in the pool."
Once Nathaniel is changed I tell him he is okay to go back outside as long as he is with the boys or one of the adults in the pool, while I get changed myself. Before he leaves he gives me a hug and squeezes me tight.
"You okay there buddy?" He nuzzles his head into my neck.
"I'm okay. I'm really happy right now! Thank you for today. It has been a lot of fun! Can we do this again sometime?" I stroke my arm up and down his back as a smile fondly at his request.
"Of course we can. We will talk to Wanda and maybe organise something with the boys and we can bring your brother and sister next time too. How does that sound?"
"Amazing!" He gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek before trying to wiggle out of my arms. "Can you put me down now please? I want to go and play again."
He gives me the biggest puppy eyes ever, so I give into his request giving him a quick kiss; and place him on the ground. I'm amazed when I see him calmly walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. He must know not to run in the house. I make my way to my bag pulling out my bikini, which is a Nike sportswear one as I'm not very comfortable with wearing two pieces of fabric held together by string. Instead this has high waisted bottoms, and a crop top like top. It gives me enough coverage to be comfortable but still shows off everything a normal bikini does. It's a win, win for me.
I have just finished changing my bottom half, and as I'm taking my top half off I hear the door of the room open and close in quick succession and then a small click. I turn my head to see Wanda leaning against the door as she drinks me in with her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Take a picture it will last longer." What I don't expect to hear or see is the sound and flash of her phone taking a picture. I turn my head to look over my shoulder ready to give her the 'really' look, but when I see her eyes darkened with lust a small smirk plays on my lips. I see another flash. When she looks down at the picture and then up at me I see her gently squeeze her thighs together, eyes closing when she catches me staring.
"Like what you see princess?" All she can do is nod, her lip still between her teeth as she puts her phone down on the desk by the door, her hands resting on her thighs gently scratching at them with her nails.
I turn my whole body around now, her eyes drop to my chest a small whimper leaving her mouth as her thighs clench even more. I start walking towards Wanda as her eyes watch my every movement moving from my chest, to my chiselled abs back to my chest then up into my eyes. I come to a stop in front of her, looking down at her as she looks up at me, her pupils blown wide open with lust. I place my left hand on the door just above her head so I can lean over her some more, but leaving enough room for her to move if she needs to.
My right hand comes to rest on her cheek, stroking it gently, before using the tip of my index finger to draw a line from her cheek, down her jaw to her neck then from her neck to her shoulder. My finger is barely touching the skin but goosebumps grow along her skin the further I get, her body arching slightly to get closer to me wanting more friction. My finger dances down her arm until it reaches her hand where I place my palm in hers, pushing my fingers between hers. I move my left arm down to do the same with the other arm, before suddenly moving them up above her head using one hand to hold both her wrists. My right hand coming down to hold her waist, holding her against the door.
"These stay here babygirl. Is that okay?" She gives me a nod. "Words babygirl."
"Yes, please, just please."
"Desperate, much? What's going you so riled up?"
"You." She states quickly.
"What have I done?"
"Vaulting over the railing. God that was so fucking sexy, like my god I didn't realise your muscles could look any better and then they tensed and your veins. Don't even get me started on your veins." She lets out a moan as I push my knee between her legs putting pressure on her core, she starts moving her hips riding my thigh.
"Keep going." My hand on her waist helps guide her movements against my leg, letting her know I am more than okay with her bringing herself to an orgasm.
"And when you did those press ups. Baby you're so strong, your muscles nearly broke through your shirt. I've had to control myself all day, to make sure I didn't drag you into the bathroom to let you take me. I need you." Her voice is becoming breathy the more she rides my thigh.
I stop her movements for a second, she lets out a small whine but moans when my hands make contact with her clothed core. I move my hand to the band of underwear pulling them down till they fall to the floor. I slam my lips against hers in a passionate kiss, keeping her arms above her head as I put my leg back between hers. The grinding of her core against my thigh immediately continues and I can feel the trail of wetness her movements are leaving behind.
"That's it babygirl. Work yourself up for me. Be a good girl and make yourself cum on my thigh." Her pace picks up as moans and sighs leave her mouth. I let go of her wrists, her hands drop to my shoulders for support and I bring the hand down to her neck giving it a slight squeeze.
Her breath hitches in her throat.
"Is this okay babygirl." She nods but then sees the look on my face.
"Yes it's more than okay."
"Good because you have to be quiet there are other people here." Wanda bites her bottom lip to suppress her moans as her movements become erratic against my thigh.
"Please baby I'm so close."
"Please what babygirl?" I squeeze her throat a little tighter, before releasing the pressure not wanting to hurt her or leave a mark.
"Please can I cum, I want to cum."
"You've been such a good girl controlling yourself all day, so cum for me." I move my mouth against her ear, poking my tongue in her lobe to see how she reacts, I hear a moan from the back of her throat and smile. "That's it babygirl. Be a good girl now, cum for me."
With those final words her hips jutter as her head flings back against the door, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her back arches, her body coming into contact with mine as I feel her juices release onto my thigh, her nails digging into my shoulders, one of her hands flies to her mouth to muffle her moans. Her hips move lazily against my leg a few more times before her body completely relaxes against mine slumping into me.
"You okay princess?" I cup her face with my hands, moving her hair behind her ears.
"More than okay." I smile down at her bringing our lips together for a few seconds before leaning my forehead against hers.
"Feeling better." She smacks my arms gently as I let out a small laugh.
"Rude, but yes so much better."
"Well seeing you cum against my thigh is something I'm not going to get out of my head." She hums as she pecks my lips a couple of times. "I think I am going to shower before I head back downstairs don't want to get in the pool with you all over my leg "
Wanda's face flushes at the thought, burying her head against my chest to try and hide it. I don't say anything but start stroking my hand through her hair. After a few minutes of calm she rests her chin against my chest looking up at me.
"Y/n I...I…I…" She bows her head, becoming all shy before taking a breath and looking back up at me." I want to join you in the shower."
"Won't your friends and the boys wonder where you are?" She shakes her head.
"Natasha told me to stop staring and just get laid. Her words not mine, she was fed up with me just watching you. And Yelena and the boys are playing in the pool."
"Okay well I'm more than happy for you to join me." I grab her hand, dragging her into the ensuite locking the door behind us.
I wonder why she got so nervous about asking to join me? I would never say no. Unless she wanted to ask something else but got too shy or nervous. I will speak to her later about it. For now I am going to enjoy this shower, which is definitely not going to stay PG for very long. I hear the water turn on and see Wanda stepping under it and I can't help but stare at her.
"Take a picture, it will last longer." I laugh at her using my own words against me as I step in the shower to join her.
"Your beauty cannot be captured by a single moment. A picture would do what I see in front of me no justice because you are too beautiful to describe, you Wanda are ethereal."
"And you Y/n are ravishing."
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Captain Soldier, Part 7
Summary: You just need Steve to comfort you
Parings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, praise kink, size kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, breeding kink, mentions of a gang bang, implied cockwarming, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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“Fine,” you deadpan, looking amongst the Boys, Ben, Bucky, and Steve. This was the best plan that they could come up with, and it was stupid. So stupid, but in the words of Steve and Soldier Boy Ben, this was the best way to keep you safe. It didn’t matter. None of it actually mattered anymore. “Just use me, and a fake pregnancy as bait.”
“Are we for sure I didn’t fuck a baby in you? I mean, Princess, you were screaming on my cock, and had my cum leaking out of you for days. Super soldier sperm has got to be pretty potent,” Ben smiles at you. His face said different things than his words. There was a sweetness to his face, but was it because you wanted there to be? Were you struggling that hard to believe that the soldier you had fallen for was in fact a prick?
Could you even handle that degrading talk? I mean…you could, you just needed him to realize that he would need to respect you in front of people. His words made you weak, and whine his name. But he needed to understand there was a time and place that he was allowed to talk to you like that.
You know you are being dramatic, but you needed a breather. Everything seemed to be happening so fast, and you couldn’t keep up. Steve was here, and you wanted a moment alone with him. He was right there, and you were needy for him. He came back looking even more attractive than when he left. He had no right to come back with a filthy super suit, and arms that looked like they could choke the life out of you, and then hold gently as you come down from your high.
You take a staggering breath, and stand to leave the group. Bucky was being ridiculously sweet, but you couldn’t handle petting someone right now. Ben was ready to devour you, but you didn’t need something that hard. Was that why this odd pairing would work? Were you that needy that you could have a group of men that would give you the type of sex you needed at that moment.
“Fine, decide my fate for me,” you proclaim, leaving the group and going into a room by yourself. You knew it wouldn’t be long. Steve was extremely intuitive of your needs.
Soldier Boy moves to stand right along with you, but Bucky shoves him back down on the chair, “What the fuck?”
“Stay here,” he growls at the man, while Steve slowly walks after you.
“No, now…I’m the one that’s been fucking her, she needs me.”
“She doesn’t need to be fucked right now. She needs a moment to be praised and worshiped,” Butcher looks between the two of the super soldiers, opening his mouth, before placing a finger over his nose in thought.
“This brood got a golden cunt or something? She’s got all three of you geezers eating out of the palm of her hand like some fucking sex goddess. Her stamina must be one that needs to be studied.”
“She gets off on overstimulating pleasure,” Soldier Boy shrugs his shoulders. “And yes, it’s the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted. God, I want all her fuckign whore holes filled with super soldier cock. She gets so fucking needy. That hungry little cunt…mmm, yeah, juiciest peach I ever tasted.”
“Could you…keep that talk in the bedroom,” Bucky demands, glaring at him. And when Soldier Boy stands to walk where you were, Bucky puts his cybernetic hand around his throat. “At ease, Soldier. I told you to let them be.”
“You going to let him fuck our girl without us?”
“You see, if you want this to work, you’ve got to realize she can’t have us at all times. Steve is tending to her needs. He is who she needs right now. You are overwhelming her, and…she’s not in the right mind frame for me.”
“You blokes are a bunch of crazy ass mother fuckers. Sharing a fucking cunt like that?” When Soldier Boy and Bucky turn and look towards Butcher, he throws his hands up in surrender. “My apologies. Share the twat all you want. Leave your squabbles out of the group. Turn on a TV or something. I have a feeling we’re going to be hearing from them.”
Steve walks into the makeshift bedroom, finding you playing with your hair, and staring out into space. His only goal now was to keep you safe. Something he should have done two years ago. He never should have left you. You were feeling guilty for being with someone else, and he wasn’t even mad. “Princess?”
“I don’t wanna talk Steve,” you look up at him through your lashes. Your pupils were a dark sea of lust. Biting at your lip, you look over the thick body of the new Steve. He was sexier now than when he left. His ruggedness turned you on more than you care to admit. Looking at his solid suit, you remember the times he made you ride his thigh before missions. Leaving your slick coated on the material.
“Princess, you need…”
“I need to feel you. Make me remember how much you love me,” standing up, your fingers expertly start removing his suit. It wasn’t something you hadn’t done before. And when his broad chest springs free, you marvel at the beauty of this man. Kissing up his pillowy pecs, while gazing up at him. Your hand lays gently over his heart, and you sigh at the feeling of his steady rhythm.
“I need you, Steve,” he clears his throat, and you give him a wicked smile, “I need you, daddy,” grabbing at your legs, Steve has you laid out on the bed quickly. His hands desperately pulling off your clothes, sighing when he sees the wet flesh in between your legs. “Did you wait on me?” You give him your innocently little pout, and he nods his head.
You wanted to be sad that you weren’t faithful, “No one will ever compare to you, my beautiful sweet Princess,” pulling down his pants, his cock springs free, and you whimper at the sight of beads of precum at his tip. “Are you sure that IUD is still in there?”
“It better fucking be,” Steve chuckles, crawling over top of you. His cock was warm and heavy on your thigh, and he lines it up. You didn’t want to wait. “Steve, just…” in one thrust he has his cock planted balls deep in your cunt. Hitching his hips, he pulls himself out, and only the tip remains. Your pussy attempts to suck him back in while you whine up at him. “Daddy! Please, daddy, I need it.”
“I know you do,” Steve pets around your face gently, but he stabs himself back into you with a harsh force. You let out a desperate moan, and cling to his arms. “You take me so well. Love to be full of me. Remember the first time? I had to basically make it fit. You had these pretty little tears coasting down your face, but you let my fat cock stretch you out wide. This pussy was made for me, huh?”
“Yeah! Daddy, go harder!” His hips piston in you, and you can feel yourself melting. Becoming completely pliant for his motions. Fingernails dig into his thick arms when he starts pounding you into the bed. You were always his cockslut. So easily folded at the power of Steve Rogers.
Steve looks down at where the two of you connect, watching your cunt swallow him balls deep, and the severe stretch. It was like he was turning you inside out. You walls were clinging to him. Your pussy was a sight to behold. It didn’t matter how big, she took it. Didn’t matter if you whined, Steve would make it fit.
Spreading out your thighs he pushes them against the bed, and pounds even harder. Your neglected clit was begging for attention, but your pussy was still quivering around him. His cock coated in your cream, and you were already zoning out. It was so easy to fuck you dumb. Get you out of your head, so you could actually rest.
“Look at this greedy little cunt. She’s already came twice, and she’s begging for more. Doesn’t even want to let me go. Sucking me back in every fucking time. She’s such a good girl, just like you. There, there, Princess. Let daddy Steve take care of you. Take care of everything.”
There was not much more that Steve loved than to watch your body bounce around with his motions. Your tits rippling with every stab into you. Your head starts to drift to the side, and you bite at your lip. You had him in a vice grip. Clenching around his length so hard. Screaming out his name as your eyes roll in the back of his head. It hadn’t quite been long enough, but Steve couldn’t take it. Couldn’t handle the pulsing of your walls around him as you try to milk him dry.
He spurts deep into you core, but keeps fucking you. Watching as he pulls out of your cunt, only for it to be shoved back in. Making grabby hands up at him, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop staring at how well your cunt still squeezed him so tight. How you accommodated every girthy inch of his thick cock.
Pulling his cock out of you, a bit more cum pushes out of his tip, and he shoves it back in. “Leaving none to waste, my darling. There, there,” his thick hand soothingly rubs over your face. “Daddy is gonna take good care of you. Come here,” sitting on the bed, he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you in his arms.
“Daddy, I feel empty.”
“I know, sweet girl,” still holding you tight against his chest, his pushes three fingers into your waiting and ruined cunt, and you moan at the feeling. “You want Bucky to come and lick you clean like the good pup he is? Or you just want me right now?”
“Just you,” you pout up at him, and Steve leans over to kiss you on your forehead. “You think we can stop Homelander?”
“I think you need sleep. Let’s not worry about him right now. Can you not cockwarm Bucky while you sleep? That way you can wake up to him thrusting into you like a needy little pup?” Whimpering up at him, you nod your head. “Okay, get some sleep. Once you have those sweet little dreams, we’ll let Bucky’s cock keep you filled okay?”
“Okay. I love you,” your eyes misty, shine up at him, and he leans to kiss from your forehead down to your pouty mouth, whispering just how much he loves you.
“We’re going to keep you safe, and then we’ll see if you can really handle super soldier cock. I know you can. You’re such a good girl who always takes what she’s given. But get some sleep. You’re going to be very busy, Princess,” his fingers wiggle around in your cunt a moment. Digging around, until he finds what he was looking for, “It’s still there. We’ll have some fun before we take it out. I would love to see you bred like a little bitch dog. Have that swollen cunt ready to take all our cocks. We just fuck you full of cum, and may the best man win. Have you so big and round with one of our babies. Don’t you want that?” You give him a head nod as you slowly drift to sleep.
Steve’s fingers were right on the strings. It wouldn’t take much to pull that contraption out of you. But the idea of enjoying all your holes filled, and you just a pile of mush on the bed while they used you like their little sex doll made him leave it in you. What the others would do with it, wasn’t his concern, but fuck the visions he had of your makeup destroyed while you look back at them destroying your holes. You could take it. Or at least, they wouldn’t stop until they had you stretched over all of them. Stuffed full and ready to breed.
Taking his fingers out of your ruined hole, he moves them to your mouth, where you suckle on them like a little baby. His thick cum spilling out over your mouth, you seriously were the perfectly needy sex baby. Desperate and hungry for cock. Thick and veiny super soldier cock, and they were all happy to oblige. Happy to give you whatever it was you needed. And right now, you need to keep Bucky warm. You always slept better when you had a cock inside of you. You needed sleep. Needed peace.
“Buck!” He smiles, laying you on the bed. It was a shame he didn’t get to see you choking Bucky while you fucked him. But in time. All in good time. And it would be worth the wait.
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Eucalyptus || 002
Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers, mentions of medication
Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she’s always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.
WC: 3.6K
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Your body vibrating with anxiety as you stare at the wooden apartment door. Your heat had finally let up a few days ago, but you had stayed a little longer to try to adapt to being human, learning to cope with the smell that had triggered your heat. The hybrid shelter had brought you items from your owners to help soothe the transition, however one scent in particular continued to make your mouth drool. You had managed to keep a steady rhythm around it now, and you felt it safe to finally return. This time as a human.
You grip tighter at the bag in your arms, exhaling a deep breath as you slowly reach up, allowing yourself to knock on the door. You can hear muffled voices from the other side, your breath hitches as you make out who’s voice is who’s, footsteps coming to greet the wood separator.
A breeze rushes out as the door is opened, a heavy air of scents from all seven men. Two pairs of eyes stare down at you. A shy smile creeps onto your lips, fighting off tears. Tears of joy? Anxiety? You weren’t even sure.
“Hi, uumm, it’s me…Snow, I uh- I’m-” You stutter out, not sure which one to look at. Still overtly aware of the other men inside the apartment.
“You’re home” Jimin’s soft voice breathes out.
“Yea,” Nodding, you can feel the tears rush down your cheeks. “I’m home.”
Arms pull you through the door way, you drop the bag as warmth wraps around you.
“Thank god you’re home. We thought we were going to go crazy without you.” Taehyung’’s voice breaks through his shuddered breath. You can feel your heart beating like crazy in your chest, but not caring you snuggle into them more. You inhale as deeply as you can, basking in their comforting scents. Arms slacken around you, Jimin pulling you by the hand into the apartment.
“Guys! Snow came home!” Taehyung cheered from behind you.
Nerves getting the better of you, you use Jimins hand like a lifeline keeping you grounded as you stare at his feet. Silence overtakes the once busy room, slowly you look up to find 5 stunned figures around the room.
You hear a choked noise come from the kitchen, glancing over you see Jin standing there eyes unblinking as he takes you in.The tears begin to fall again.
“Snow?” His voice cracks. Watching him, he takes a couple of tentative steps towards you. His scent stronger now, the same sugary scent as before.
“Nn.” You launch yourself at him, uncaring of all your insecurities screaming at you about being a terrible mannered pet. Your arms wrapping around his waist and his around your shoulders. “It’s me.”
His firm arms hold onto you tighter. Like he’s afraid if he let’s go you’ll disappear again, but you’re here. In human form, something they were prepared for you to never do infront of them. The traumas of your past having a large probability of you never fully trusting. Yet you were in his arms, finally home where you belonged.
You breathe in his scent again, his being one of your favourites. Maybe you were biased because he was the one who found you, the first one you felt comfortable with. Before you know it, his arms have loosened and he’s turning you around pushing you towards Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok who are further in the living room. All three men not hesitating to swarm you in a group hug.
You can feel your own body and mind relax in unison. You would have never had guessed in a million years that having so many different scents bombard you at once, that you would feel the most at ease. However, even in the midst of the pharemone party one smell lingered in the back of your throat. It was almost like you could taste it on your tongue, like you accidentally licked the source and now your mouth was coated with it.
One figure still remained stunned in place. Namjoon more concerned for your state of mind then anything else.
“How are you feeling now? Better?” He sounded hopeful. That was a good thing right?
“Alot better.”
He holds his arms out as he takes a step towards you, catching you in what probably wont be your last hug of the day, knowing these men. You hurriedly step into him, thankful for it. You hear the voices behind you but you are too distracted enjoying the hug until too much movement happens at once and you choke. The intoxicating scent catches in your lungs, you’ve taken too deep a breath. Shallow breathes made it easier to not be affected. Deep ones allowed it to fill much of the empty space within you. You take a step back to cough, seeing them all circled around you.
“I’m ok. It’s just a bit much.” You try to cover your coughs in the sleeves of your sweater.
“Right, is the scent bothering you?” Jin rushes to you, hand rubbing your back as he ushers you to the open patio door. The outside air, fills your lungs and the stickiness in your air passage dissipates.
“I’m really ok, I promise.” You smiile brightly at him.
“We understand you don’t want us to know which one of our scents it is, but how can we help you?” Jin pleads, eyes begging for a way to help, hand still rubbing slow circles on your back.
“I’ll get used to it.” Is all you can manage, reassurance comes out as a meak promise. You were determined to get used to it, you had to. You wouldnt risk finally having a home for this. Not this.
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You stayed human for a few days getting not only yourself, but the members a chance to figure out the dynamics of it all. Nights you spent back in animal form, tucked away in your hutch in Jin’s room, it being the easiest when it came to space for sleeping arrangements. That and you always felt yourself gravitate back towards it. The safety of being engulfed in his scent for the start satiated the tremors of anxiety within you.
During the days however, depending on your mood and who was home you’d spend a decent amount of time in human form. But days like today you had opted for glider form to snuggle into the abundance of citrus and cream that was Hoseoks comforter.
“Snow!” Jins voice calls from the open door and down the hallway moments before his head pops in the frame. “There you are! Food is ready, do you think you could go get Namjoon? He said he was going to take a rest.”
You chirp happily back at him, unfirling your tail and limbs following the need to stretch along your body. You shake off the last of the grogginess before leaving the delicious scent behind, his and Jimins lavender and lemongrass lingering on your fur. You scuttle down the bed, gliding to the floor, cheerfully tutting your way further down the hall to Namjoons jarred open door.
His room lit only by the sunlight breaking through his partially parted curtains. Sun patches dance on the floor, leading to his bed and the body lying in it. Deep slumbered snores come from the cozy nest he’s in.
You bark a few times trying to get his attention near the foot of the bed, when that doesn’t seem to be working you march over to the side of the bed he’s lying on. Climbing up his bedside table you leap the small gap onto his bed, landing on his pillow. Which turns out to be a terrible idea.
The scent coming from his skin is pervasively intoxicating. Something in your animal nature reacts, compelling you to inch closer until you’re lightly nibble on his cheek. Your mind slips into a mild haze, too late realizing what’s happened. Nakedly hovering over him, but not close enough to touch, you’ve shifted into your human form.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” The scream leaves you before you can stop yourself. You shoot backwards to get away from him, falling off the bed for the second time as a naked human. Colliding with the cold hardwood floor on your warmed skin, you schriek before shifting back to glider form. Panic overwhelms you, forcing you instinctively to seek shelter in the quickest place you can. Under his bed.
The thudding from feet alert you, as well as the shifting on the bed now above you that everyone had reacted to your…. Not so quiet incident. However, thankfully sleepy Namjoon was the slowest person to react in a crisis, so you could almost guarantee yourself that he had no idea what just unfolded.
“What happened?” You hear Namjoons deep dazed voice come from above you, the same time as his door swing all the way open with bang.
“We heard her scream!” Hoseok pants, he probably just came home when he heard the noise. You had been waiting for him to return in his room.
“Snow?” Jin shouts, he’s definitely using his Hyung voice on the younger. He only ever did that when he was either really panicked or someone was hurt. “I sent her in here to wake you up, did you squash her Kim Namjoon?!”
“No!” You hear shuffling on the bed, you watch it bow slightly from his movements. When it stops you give a hesitant chirp, loud enough for them to hear but without any backbone to it.
You didn’t want them to fight and to know that you were ok, but you were absolutely not coming out just yet. Your body shaking from your minds inability to understand what you had just done.
“Snow?”
At the edge of the bed, you see Jin peak under to you. “Are you ok?”
You chirp to them, trying to reassure him that you were infact physically ok. Mentally frazzled, but ok for the most part.
“Can you come out and tell us what happened?” He tries coaxing you out.
You take a sheltered step back, until your backside is against the far wall. Even in the dim lighting he can make out your shaking head. He gives a heavy sigh before standing back up.
“I think we should give her a minute, Namjoon come eat with us.” Jin demands of his members. If anyone can read you in animal form it was Jin, we had this enate ability to just know what you needed without you using words.
Eventually 3 pairs of feet leave the room door closing behind them. That’s when you realize just how long you’ve been holding your breath, dizziness overwhelms you as your chest inflates. Too much all too soon, the scent coating your lungs. This milder scent doesn’t send the itch to shift through your instincts, but it does leave an odd sensation behind. A heaviness you’d never felt before.
Once the need to hide subsides and you unhurriedly step out from under the bed. You listen intently for the faint sound of their voices in the dining room, feeling as though it’s safe you shift again….this time on purpose.
You quickly change into the set of emergency clothes he has stashed away for you. Each of the boys room having their own set, just in case you had a shift that none of you were ready for. It was Yoongi’s brilliant idea and you could never be as thankful as you felt right now. Covering your bear skin, your mind fizzles with what the hell you were gonna tell them. How the hell you were going to explain that away.
From the fact that you had managed to scream it was obvious you had turned human, for what ever reason, and then proceeded to get so scared you turned glider and hid.
Your mind scrambles as you make your way into the kitchen, 3 sets of concerned eyes turning to you immediately. You try not to flinch as you smile at them.
“I’m really sorry about that.” Was all you manage.
“What happened?” Jin demanded, he was never angry with you only stern. It only ever happened when you inadvertently hurt yourself.
But right now you needed an answer, a viable one. If there was ever a time you needed to rely on your wit it would be now. So before you can overthink anything you let your mouth take the lead.
“I climbed onto the bookshelf under the window to glide onto your bed like I usually do, but when I got up there there was this huge bird. And I’ve seen birds before but this one looked mean, and we had this stare down and then it lept at me and i fell backwards. And I must have shifted when I was falling because I didn’t even realize it until I heard myself scream. I didn’t mean to worry anyone! I’m really sorry!” You ramble, pouting innocently, head held low, peering up at them sneakily to see if the story had stuck.
“Well I’m glad you’re ok.” Hoseok rushes over to you, smiling brightly. Arms wrapping around you he lets out a giggle at your cuteness.
‘One down.’
Namjoon calmly walks over, large hand patting your head tenderly. A now very awake chuckle comes from him, you peer over Hoseoks shoulder at him to give him a weak smile.
“You gave us all a heartattack. Maybe we can find you a safer way onto my bed? I’ll look into some options.” He says before walking away to the kitchen.
‘Two down.’
You watch him as he leaves, but a pair of carefully trained eyes catches your attention. Hoseok lets go of you, sheepishly you look at the floor.
Jin saunters over to you, eyes not looking away from your slumping body. You try to make yourself appear smaller, but you know he’s already caught you in a lie.
“Birds?”
You scrunch your nose up in minor annoyance, looking up to him he just shakes his head and laughs at you. You whine at him that it was a bird, but you know it’s all for nothing. He’s too intune with you to let this go.
Three failed.
‘Birds?’ You mock yourself, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t buy it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to.
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Sitting outside on the balcony as the members are out for the night, you decided to drag a blanket outside to sit on one of the sofas. You let yourself muddle through your insecurities, you were used to dealing with your issues alone.
“Namjoon, huh?” Startling you from your thoughts, eyes widening as Jin sits down on the sofa with you.
“That easy?” Eyebrow raising in dramatic question as he gestures to who’s blanket you have curled around your body.
“Only for me. I don’t think the others have put it together.”
Neither of you say anything for what feels like a millenia, before the gravity of the situation weighs down on you. The suffocation of your mind makes it hard not to want to rely on Jin. The one who saved you, gave you a home. Gave you a choice. Forcing your walls down, you reach over to him. Hands gently finding his, he doesn’t hesitate to intertwine his fingers with yours.
An immeasurable sadness washes over you.
“If the center found out….they’d ask about relinquishing your adoption rights.” You stare down at your hands. “I’m a pet Jin, A pet and that’s all I can ever be.”
“Snow-”
“No! Listen please. I’m ok with that. I want to stay with all of you. I want to stay by all of your sides, please don’t make me leave.” Tears uncontrollably rush from your eyes, coating your cheeks and dripping onto your intertwined hands. The sheer panic in your body starts you shaking like an earthquake. He’s never seen you like this before, but like always he knows what you need.
“Shh, shhhh.” He pulls you into a tight hug, your body wracked with hysterics of thinking that you might loose them. “No ones making you leave. You belong with us. We’ll figure this out together, I promise.”
More than anything else in your life, past trauma, inability to shift, the pain of all your lonely years, you believed in nothing more than his words.
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A few nights has passed when you had finally worked up the courage to pull Jin aside and tell him you were ready to call the vet from the shelter. You trusted him enough to ask him questions but not enough to expose yourself.
So when it was just the two of you, agreed to be given space by the rest of the group, you sat down and called the number of his business card.
You explained the necessities but left out the major issues. Issues that could get you removed from the home. It wasn’t unheard of for a pet and owner to have a physical relationship, some hybrids were bought for that purpose. Some sick need the humans might carry. But then again some would argue hybrids are still part human. But you felt more animal then human most days, almost every day, even with being able to shift now.
You didn’t want someone to be with you because of pity, or guilt or even obligation.
If you had to do it alone, then so be it.
‘No chance of a heat partner?’ The vet questioned calmly from the other end. He had listened silently as you explained your new heats and how bad they were and how you needed help.
“I can’t even stomach the idea of it.” You feel the nausea bubble up, but you push it down. Jins warm hand over yours a warm reassurance.
“Count that as not an option.” Jin states, you smile at him. Grateful for all he’s already done for you.
‘I understand.’ The voice comes through again
“Is there anything I can take, some sort of stronger suppressant or -idk… anything?” Rocking back in forth in small motions in your seat, bottom lip becoming increasingly painful as you chewed relentlessly on it.
‘There is something.’ He hesitates. ‘I haven’t prescribed it myself but I have had colleagues give it and it has worked to suppress heats to an almost indecernable amount.’
“Really? What is it?” You can’t stop the excitement from appearing in your tone. Your fingers tighten with Jins.
‘I want to be transparent with you Snow, the side affects can be…. Unpredictable. I’d have to look into everything that could go wrong, not to mention because you are a small rodent I’d have to trial the correct dosage for you.’ A deep exhale cuts through the line. ‘What I’m trying to say is, it will take me some time to figure this out and feel like I’m not putting you in danger by giving this to you.’
“I trust you.” And you mean it.
‘I appreciate your trust in me. How about this, I will look into it and do my own research, run some tests and then I will get back to you and we can discuss it.’ He still sounds unsure, but the tone in his voice is stern. ‘I do request all owners to be present for the conversation. Will that be alright with you, I will not delve into any details that you don’t want me to’
“That would be greatly appreciated doctor.” Jin responds for you. Hand over your mouth to stop from gleefully screaming at the possibilities.
Your almost bouncing in your seat as the prospects of almost not having a heat. You wouldn’t carry any extra burdens with you that they’d need to shoulder. Your hand squeezes his in excitement.
‘Alright, I’ll get back to you when I can. Good bye.’
“Good bye!” You shout a little too eagerly, the sound of the vet laughing was cut off by the end of the call.
“There could be something…” You felt like you were on a cliff, teetering on the edge, so high the altitude causing shallow breathes. One part of you wanting to jump, soar through the clouds, the exhilaration carrying you on the wind of hope. But the other….. Was terrified. Jumping ment plummeting, it didn’t mean landing, it meant detonating what was left of a pipe dream.
“There could be something…” The words come out in a chocked whisper. Your eyes bubbling with fresh tears. Your body is wracked with uncontrollable sobs, heavy fear you didn’t realize how deep it was breaks you down.
“Yes, there could be. Snow I don’t want you to get your hopes up if you can’t take it.” Jin wipes away the tears from your face. “If you can’t, we are all open to helping you any way we can. We all love you so so much.”
“I love you all too…but any of you would feel so guilty if it was you, I don’t want anyone to blame themselves.” You sniffle. “I need it to work Jin. I need this. I can’t- I can’t go through this again.”
“I know it’s hard for you to talk about right now, but I promise you when you’re ready we’re all hear to listen.”
You snuggle into his warm embrace, his hands rubbing circles in your back. You had caused so much turmoil since being here. The guilt was eating you alive.
You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them about the pain, the discomfort. Nothing, it wasn’t anyones fault but your own. This was your fault, and you wouldn’t drag anyone down with you. You could already see the heartbreak on Pretty’s face when he put it all together.
You’d take the medicine, it would work.
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