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imaslutforwritingshit · 2 years ago

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A Dangerous Wish

(A Miguel O’Hara x Fem (spider-girl) reader, short story. Part One)

SMUT, NSFW

WARNINGS- nsfw, slight sadism,rough sex, teasing, bondage (f and m receiving), bj, fingering, hair pulling, sub to dominant switch, submissive reader, handcuffs, wounds, minor gun play, thigh riding, ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Pro tip- slowed Weeknd songs work best with this smut story lol

Finally. He was finally mine.

On the dark, smooth floor, littered with scratches and streaks of blood, Miguel was on his knees.

I had just managed to chain him to the rectangular pole over his head. Strong, power-draining handcuffs wrapped around his thick wrists. We were in the basement of the Spider Society, the unauthorized area Miguel doesn’t let his team see. But I was here, even if the webs strapped to my hands were under shaking palms. I had finally won.

Two years of chasing the leader of the Spider Society, only our brief, unsuccessful fights being the interactions we had between each other. And for the entirety of those two years, the strong and dangerous man had been possessing my mind.

Now what? He’s all mine. I could kill him. Ruin him.

Or, maybe, I could do what I always wanted to. A deep desire my body craved when I was around Miguel O’Hara, no matter how much I hated it. I wanted those eyes on me. The red, powerful eyes now hidden under the swoops of his tussled and damp hair.

His head was dropped in defeat, the talons sticking from his fingers hanging in mid-air, and rips in his suit exposing his bronze skin under the low LED lights. I let my body fall into an intimidating walk, slinking my hips as I moved closer to him. His chest was rising and falling, the sharp, heavy pants of his breath created a strange sensation in my stomach.

Miguel’s eyes trailed over my figure as he looked up, the red of his pupils almost purple in the dark. I took of my gloves slowly, letting the moment drag in painful build up. Miguel’s eyes devoured the sight of my fingers, as if every piece of open skin was killing him. I dropped the gloves, one sliding down the plane of his thigh.

“What do you want?” Miguel’s voice was raw, broken and hoarse with anger. The lowness of his words caused a shiver up my spine, but I stiffened my body to hide it.

“Oh, O’Hara.” My words were thick with mockery, and I let my nail drag up his throat, tipping his chin up with my index finger. He grit his teeth, trying to move his head away, but the pain prevented him from completing the action. I dug my red nail under his jaw, and Miguel leaned his head back. My sly smile felt natural, though I was forcing my teeth to stop shivering from the adrenaline of catching my enemy.

“I think you already know what I want.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, and jerked the chains holding his arms up towards me. He inhaled breathlessly as I forced his body towards mine. “To destroy you.”

At those words, an unusual smirk played on Miguel’s lips. Lips so close to mine, I felt like I wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

“And how so, hermosa?” His eyes dropped to my body again, and I suddenly felt like the tightness of latex around my breasts was a bad choice. “You gonna kill me?”

I laughed at that, and dropped my hands from him. “Death would be a relief. I want to have my fun with you.”

Miguel let his head fall back lazily, and a slow grin spread on his lips. “Oh, but I really need relief right now, (y/n).”

The double meaning of his words made my face turn a hot shade of pink.

I shook my head, and stood up, making a small tsk sound with my tongue. As I paced around the room, Miguel slowly rose to his feet with pained grunts. But I’m surprised he could even stand up after the way I beat him up. I suppose the super strength Miguel had also included super-healing capabilities.

Miguel was easily one or more feet over me. He towered over my body so heavily, I felt dumb for even existing around him, even if he’s the one under my control now. God, I’ve dreamt of this day for ages- but now I have no idea what to do.

“You gonna take these cuffs off my hands, (y/n)? Or am I gonna have to ask nicely?” Miguel’s voice was too confident, too sarcastic for my satisfaction. I had captured him, not the other way around.

I whipped around, aiming for his mouth, and shot a jumble of webs from my shooters. His lips were covered in threads of silk, bonded strong enough to shut his ass up.

Miguel growled, his mouth bounded by the white web, jerking his body roughly, as if that would help the situation. With the rage fogging over his bright eyes, the rips showing his sweaty, sleek abdomen, the veins on his hands lit like fire under the light-

Fuck. He looked really, really hot.

I ignored my thoughts and stomped to him, practically cowering under his large frame.

“Let me talk for once. I want to say a million things to you, but I can’t. Because I can’t waste my time on you anymore.” I paused, then averted my eyes to his, watching the anger dissipate from his irises.

“You ruined my life. You took everything from me,” I curled my fists. “You took everything from me for some fucking mission, some personal problem. So fuck you.”

The last sentence was rough, the words hardly leaving my mouth. Miguel’s eyes dropped, staring at my blood on my floor. As if he felt anything for me.

I should probably stitch the wound. Miguel had scraped my body all over my arms and legs in a cat fight. We were both physically weary from the fight, but yearning for the sweet revenge of true dominance.

We were still hungry for more.

I turned around swiftly, walking to the small station on the other side of the room. It had everything I needed- a first aid kit, radio, a gun.

I didn’t want to do what I had to do next. Kill Miguel.

But what other choice did I have?

I suddenly heard a footstep, too close to me, too heavy to belong to anyone else except the one person I hated the most.

“Fuck you? That’s a bold statement. I didn’t know you wanted me like that, cariño.” Míguela deep chuckle caused my heart to sink to my stomach. Because there’s only one way he could talk- if he took the webs off his mouth.

And the only way he could’ve done that, was by escaping.

I swung my body instantaneously on the ceiling before Miguel lunged at me, claws skimming the thin fabric of my stomach.

I dropped down, rolling into a fighting stance. How the hell did he escape? The chains that once held Miguel down were snapped, the shiny metal dropped into little rings on the ground. Even the handcuffs were snapped into multiple pieces. I whirled my head to the gun- now is my only chance.

But though I ran to the table again, frantically sweeping my hands on the wood, the gun had disappeared.

A small click sounded from the corner of the basement, so close to me that I flinched.

“Looking for this, pretty girl?”

And ever so carefully, I turned to see Miguel’s muscular forearm pointed at my chest.

The gun in his fist.

I backed away, my feet tripping on the legs of the table. Miguel’s face was dark, relishing in my fear. He cornered me, eventually letting his thigh uncomfortably press my legs away from each other.

“Pu-put it down.” The stammer in my voice was embarrassing, but I can’t imagine Miguel with more power than he already had. He could kill me right now.

Miguel made a small humming sound, and tapped the gun on my beating heart. “Say please.”

My dignity had escaped my body within the seconds. My teeth were grinding together, as I mumbled, “Please.”

Miguel clicked his tongue, and slid the gun to my collarbone, letting the muzzle of the weapon form small circles on my skin. I shivered, dropping my head back from fear, and something else I couldn’t name. “Oh, (y/n). That’s not enough for me, baby. Louder.”

I sucked in a breath, my focus heightened on the metal, cold and powerful over my skin. “Please.” My voice was louder, but that didn’t stop the shake in my pitch.

He nodded with satisfaction, the dark glint in his eyes growing. He pressed the gun in the crook of my neck, letting it trail over my throat. “Good. Keep being good for me, cariño. Because chaining me up,” he paused, shaking his head. “That disappointed me.” He softened his voice, the low taunts dragging out of his fanged mouth. “You love acting out, don’t you?” His eyes dropped to the metal pressing into my throat. “I might just have to punish you for that.”

I shook my head frantically, clenching my fists. How could he be so strong? Escape me so fast?

Miguel raised his eyebrow, stepping closer. His leg was now pressed completely against me, filling the area between my thighs. I wasn’t during if he noticed, but the pressure caused a wave of butterflies to cluster in my stomach. “No? You don’t want that?”

I nodded again, wishing for any relief away from the gun on my body. “No.”

Miguel grinned devilishly, and pressed the gun to the side of my throat with renounced force. “Then prove it to me.”

“What?” My voice was breathless, and I shifted on his leg.

Miguel’s eyes dropped to the low of my suit, where my hips were rolled against his muscular thigh. He clenched his jaw, and looked up at me again, strands of his hair falling in his eyes.

And those eyes had an unfamiliar blaze to them-

Desire.

“I want you to beg me to stop. I don’t think you understand how much I enjoy this.” He let his tongue slide over his teeth, and then tilted his head with dark curiosity. “Beg for your life.”

Miguel stepped all the way over my body, slamming one hand on the table near my own. I could feel his rapid breath on my jawline, the potent smell of spiced cologne on his body meeting my nostrils. “I want you to understand just how much power I have over you.”

The words hit me like a wave, throwing me over. My eyes widened, and I stared, blinking at his prideful expression. I couldn’t let my sexual ideas get in the way of this. Miguel is a dangerous man, a weapon in hand.

“Fuck no,” I sputtered out. “Just kill me. I-I would rather die.” I tilted my head up, and closed my eyes, awaiting the sound of the trigger firing.

But it never came. I tentatively opened my eyes to see Miguel’s mouth slightly open, corners of his lips twitching to a smile. His fangs seemed to shine purely from my fear. He dropped the gun on the floor, and I flinched. Miguel’s hands pressed to mine before I could attack him, his warm skin and talons awakening a buzz in my core.

Electricity was flowing through the air between us, thick and heavy and dense. I couldn’t think anymore- he was a distraction, a deadly infection over my senses.

Because I wanted more.

Without thinking, I let my body act on the pure instincts I’ve been fighting. My hips ground on Miguel’s muscles, and I clenched my knuckles under his palm.

The act of my body shaking on his made him dig his talons into the wood of the desk. He looked at me with shock, only for a second. And I drowsily stared into his eyes until that shock became lust again. He tensed his biceps, and smirked so confidently it drove me insane.

“Look at you. Having…“fun,” huh?” Miguel watched my hips again, an unnatural spike in his breathing. I couldn’t help my body as I rolled my groin on his hard body again, whimpering from the impact. I could feel the swirl in my gut from him, making the area between my thighs warm. I could feel how wet he was making me.

I think he could, too.

Miguel groaned softly, and the vibrations of his vocal chords sparked a fire inside of me. I began my to harden the pressure of my body on his, and Miguel staggered, letting his head drop near my neck.

“You gonna keep doing that to my thigh, (y/n)? I think you should aim a little higher.” He shifted his body, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. I stifled my gasp. This wasn’t the plan- I shouldn’t be doing this with him.

But it was like I couldn’t control myself anymore. I let soft moans escape my mouth as I began moving my hips over his own.

And an unfamiliar lump under the fabric of his suit met my spread legs. Miguel groaned, and arched his head back, poking the soft skin of my ass.

He was hard.

I had never considered that Miguel would also have the same feelings for me. He let his hard palm slide up the small of my back, and I shivered, clutching his hand. When Miguel’s fingers hooked to the zipper near the neck of my neck, he bit his lip, his dark eyes traveling over the movement of my body. “I never knew you were such a slut, (y/n).”

At that, I dropped my head on his shoulders, rasping for breath. My desire was painful. I needed release from this feeling, and he was the only one who could grant it.

Miguel chuckled, sliding the zipper down slowly, and the cold air of the basement meeting my skin formed goosebumps on my shoulders. The suit fell of my chest, exposing my breasts and stomach. Miguel took a long breath, and snaked his thick hands on my bare waist.

I clenched my teeth together, blinded from the flame of his touch. His fingers met the low of my breast, and I threw my head back, grabbing the muscles of his back. I knew he was playing with me- letting his desire for my pain and pleasure mix into a horrible game.

And a strange part of me loved it.

Miguel bared his fangs, a low growl drawling from his lips. His fingers skimmed the sensitive buds of my nipples, and he let his sharp claws swirl over the area. My thighs clenched at that, pressing my hips over his hardened dick. “Please.”

Miguel jerked my body to his, arching my back with his hand on my spine. His eyes were intense, drowning my body with tingles in each place he let his gaze fall over. “Please, what? Be specific, cariño.”

I heaved a breath. “Touch me.”

Miguel stared up at me, electricity intensifying between us. He slid his hands to my hips, rolling the fabric down my thighs. I rocked my ass up, letting him completely undress me. As I kicked the latex off my body, Miguel quickly pulled my body forward, and I yelped, now completely on my back.

With white knuckles, I reached for the sides of the desk, but Miguel grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head. I squirmed, feeling the liquids of my pussy spilling on the hard wood under me. I was so desperate, and he was toying with me. Teasing me.

“No. I’m not letting you enjoy this yet.” Miguel’s voice was gruff, almost unrecognizable as he yanked my body, an invisible warning. Miguel walked away, quickly coming back. I didn’t know what he brought, until Miguel shoved a ball of fabric in my mouth.

He fucking gagged me with my own glove.

Before I could pull the fabric out of my mouth, Miguel grabbed another article of clothing from the floor- my suit. I furrowed my eyebrows, pleading him to stop- but Miguel clenched his jaw harder, and brought my wrists up. In a couple swift movements, he tied my hands together with my suit, so hard that I could feel the throb of my heartbeat in my wrists. He dropped my limp hands, and grabbed my upper thigh. Miguel, eyes fixated on my crotch, slowly spread my lips. When he saw my wet body, Miguel growled again, biting his lip so hard I was surprised he hadn’t drawn blood.

“Qué zorra tan hermosa.” Miguel let his lip slowly drag from his teeth, and watched my shivering body was a terrifying predatory stare. When he slid two fingers over my clit, spreading my pussy, my eyes widened embarrassingly, and his teasing caused a renounced ache in my stomach. Miguel rubbed his fingers over the base of my cunt, and I arched my back, a silent beg for more. I needed more. Miguel let a finger play with the wet opening of my body, each of his breaths getting harder. I bucked my hips, and Miguel attempted to stifle a groan.

The dark of Miguel’s red irises were blending with the basement dimness. I watched his eyes flicker over my body, and slow penetration of a finger inside of me began to make its way between the folds of my body.

I gasped, choking on the fabric of my glove, and flayed hopelessly on the table. I had no idea how it came to this, why it came to this. But I craved more- I needed him, even if I hated him.

Miguel slid his finger so far it hurt, his retracted nails hitting the delicate sponge of my inner walls. I bucked my hips again, and with that movement, Miguel slid another finger in. I could feel my body clenching on his thick digits, and I curled my toes in anticipation. Miguel groaned at the sight, curling his fingers inside of me.

Each movement was driving me insane. He curled his fingers, slowly progressing to a euphoric pace. Desire was forming in my gut, the string of nerves coming undone with each pattern of his strokes.

I moaned under the fabric in my mouth, and Miguel stabbed his fingers farther inside of me- like my sound deserved punishment.

“Behave, (y/n). You don’t want me to hurt you again, do you?” He let one finger slide on the open wound above my rib cage, and I jerked my body from the white pain. Miguel smiled in a conceited way, and continued the rapid movements of his fingers. I twitched over his hand, feeling the hot rise of pleasure reach my skull. He breathed from his mouth, infatuated with my quivering body. The sight alone made my eyes roll, shivers controlling my body like tides.

“Enjoying yourself?” He laughed, but it was dry if humor. Miguel was turned on by the fact I was in pain. A pain derived of the irresistible desire he caused in me. Miguel pulled his slick fingers from my pussy, and I bit down on my glove from the release of pressure. My jaw ached from the mouthful of cotton, and my arms were sore from the position he put me in. Miguel dropped his eyes to my hips, and grabbed a fist of my hair and turned my body so I laid on my stomach. He massaged my ass greedily, and planted a sharp slap on the fat of my upper cheek. I jerked my head back from the pain, and Miguel laughed, as if this gave him energy. Vitality.

He grabbed the glove in my mouth, shaking it in my gums. “You want me to take this out? Huh?”

I nodded quickly. God, I was almost his toy at this point. Why was I doing everything he said?

Why did I like it?

Miguel chuckled again, and pulled the glove from my mouth. I salivated in my dry mouth, breathing heavily.

Miguel rubbed my chin, and held it up to his eyes. He was stripping from his suit. And making me watch.

My face flushed, even if he had already seen my exposed body- he was forcing me to watch him undress.

Miguel let the silky fabric slide drop from his frame, catching at his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell, the defined abs on his stomach sharpening from the breath. Everything he was doing was turning me on even more, and I hated myself for it.

“I’m gonna fill those pretty lips,” he muttered, so smoothly it made my mouth water for the taste of something I’ve never known. He pushed the fabric all the way down, kicking it off his ankles in a swift movement. My eyes caught his cock, and I exhaled with admiration.

He was erect, veins springing from his thick bronze shaft. The tip of his dick was moist, perfect and way too close to my mouth for me to do anything but try not to whimper. Miguel tilted his head casually, grinding his hips forward on my face. His dick slid against my soft cheek, and I scrunched my brows from the sensation.

I sealed my lips shut. Having him finger me was different- it was an act of pleasure for my benefit. But sucking his dick? It was a silent confirmation that he had complete control.

Miguel began sliding his dick over my cheek repeatedly, letting his head fall forward in concentration. I watched as his lower hips clenched with each movement, the veins meeting light again and again, mesmerizing me with the beauty of his body.

“Open.” Miguel’s voice was rawer than before, husky with the pleasure of my body meeting his edged dick.

I shook my head, biting my cracked lip down. I don’t know if I would even have free will after my mouth met his cock.

Miguel grabbed my scalp, and pulled my hair up, forcing my head all the way back. “Am I gonna have to make you?”

“I-“ My voice was hardly a whisper.

Miguel sprung his talons from his fingers, letting his index finger trail the part of my lips. He dug his finger in the slit of my teeth, and I released the tension of holding myself back. I opened my mouth, feeling the warm, rough skin of his finger pads.

Miguel didn’t hold back the low groan of his finger meeting my wet mouth. Knowing that I made him feel that way- it made me crazy. I rolled my tongue over his finger, like some dog obeying orders. It was like in this moment he was all I knew, all I remembered. Miguel grabbed his cock, letting the tip slide over my lips. And closing my eyes, I opened my mouth all the way, sliding his dick in my mouth, until the tip hit the hard gums of my inner mouth.

Fuck. I’m probably gonna regret this.

That’s it! Part two will be posted per request :)

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grey-streetlight · 6 months ago

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Winter Solstice

I have never had a solstice celebration before. This was the first and it’ll be hard to top. We started our afternoon together with presents! scoopulas for A and the Slutweed Time zippo for C. It feels fun. it feels like these really are my people. We talk and smoke and ease into time together. Time slips away so quickly. The evening the next day It’s just filled with hazy, sexy, kinky, queer fun.

This is not in order and not all of it. This is my best recollection from being so in the moment. (and 😶‍🌫️🍃) This felt like such a fun learning experience, a source of inspiration, time with friends, intimacy as a polycule, and truly a celebration of being alive.

The sounds of the handcuffs and leash and collar. The sounds of submission and use. Helping cuff a submissive will always be a tender exchange of power for me. Leashing is a fun way for me to maintain connection and contact while in such an intense position. It’s a bold visual and auditory reminder of servitude.

Slaps to face and chest sting my hand. Reverb from toys as well. I use my whole body to hurt to slap and pinch and tease. touching and taking what i want to please the body before me, and show what i can do to please my partner in this dance.

We try the slutweed vape. And straps begin to come out, clothes start coming off. It’s comfortable, being together in our feelings, urges, and wants. We sit to start the movie. With cocks out to be sucked. It’s so hot to relax and have my strap serviced while i sit with another butch. Queer eyes see me. this gets to be a show.

Measuring our straps next to each other. the colors pressed against each other. I look at the knots, and the details. We start Grabbing and feeling, our warm hands meeting as we touch each other. We grab and rub our cocks together. This feels incredible. My brains short circuits. I have to pull away. It’s so much. Just a little is what i can handle. It’s sexuality, it’s gender, it’s company. It’s the most like a Dyke i’ve ever felt. Comparing implements. admiring what each of us brings to this moment to create the pain and pleasure we will bring to our sub.

I remember our kisses. The connection, the closeness. The little show for A. Butch on Butch is magic. It’s strengths coming together, to meet each other and build. We build up for each other and we build for Aether. Their hands are so strong and competent. They feel so good on my body. It’s a different kiss than I’ve felt before. I want to learn and explore and touch and feel. I want to take in everything in these moments and cement them into myself. I feel like a person. Truly. The celebration of life and the Solstice and each other is what the good parts of life look like.

I remember both of us taking A at once. A sucking my cock while C filled him up. Out little fag-dyke waiting to be filled and hit and used. C would pass me impact toys. We switch who is penetrating and who is getting their cock sucked. It’s just dizzying to be here in this haze of mind. Giving and taking so much pleasure with a base of care and trust.

I remember denying so many orgasms with the wand. But my favorite for my of denial was when he was sitting on my cock and as he begged to cum, I would pull him up and off my cock watching him squirm and beg and thrust up in the air hovering above me. So empty. There were maybe 14 denied orgasms.

I remember slapping his cunt hearing the cries and moans and the hits.

We used paddles, floggers, fists, hands, canes, slappers, drumsticks TEETH. A has so many bite marks between me and C.

The check ins. Every time. Consistently. As I was about to open my mouth to check in and ask a color, or see how we are all feeling, C would beat me to it! By a second. So in command. So caring. The care I have seen from sadists defies my previous beliefs. I am amazed every time and so grateful to be someone that they check up on.

The good cop/bad cop routine wasn’t discussed. it just happened in the moment. I saw the difference in the way C touched A and the way I did. It was very different, our styles. It felt fun to lean into that. To make it a conversation point. To make it a lesson in our scene. C has a very powerful, forceful, head on approach to humiliation and degradation based domming. I am still a sadist, but i come on a lot softer and tend to build up. This seemed to create a false sense of security that i wanted to take advantage of. Cooing with light touches before beating, giving orgasms followed by crippling denial. That’s where the power came from for me. Subverting expectations. Taking on the role of good cop, knowing there isn’t such a thing. I enjoyed creating and taking away that sense of relief. Making A know they were just my play toy. My little faggot to fuck and hurt and tease however i wanted. Ripping away the facade of good cop to reveal a sadist having their way.

While there is a lot that we did that was so hot and incredibly sexy, but the time on the patio together was the most special. Bundled up against the cold, knees touching, passing joints and bongs, and bowls. We were one. There was understanding, planning, sharing, dreaming, feeling. It always feels like this, with these people. It’s warm and safe. The day was short, the night long, but the time together was perfect.

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iaal · 3 years ago

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Hisoka reacting to his normally shy and submissive s/o trying to take control during sex? 💖 Your writing does terrible things to me!

My Hisoka brain rot was too strong tonight and I wanted to write something. I had the WIP for this one for like more than a year in my WIP folder and finally finished it.

You knew he wouldn’t be shocked by your request. Maybe say no, probably tease you, but you felt comfortable enough to ask. Or at least try to.

For a while now you had everything you needed prepared, you thought that when the moment was right you could naturally bring the subject. The moment never came. Either you were too embarrassed or Hisoka already had a plan on how your time together would be spent and you’d end up getting swayed by whatever he wanted to do. Not this time.

It wasn’t anything to be proud of but drinking half a bottle of wine did wonder in helping you gather your courage. You picked up your phone and started typing a text, not brave enough to actually use your voice to ask him.

‘Are you free tonight?’ The text was innocuous enough but your heart was already beating fast. You weren’t sure if it was excitement or apprehension.

Hisoka didn’t make you wait long, ‘Missing me already?’

Answering a question with a question as usual, and as annoying as ever. You saw him only two days ago and he told you he would stay for at least a week in town, you didn’t know what his business was but he never seemed particularly busy so you’d hope he’d be available on short notice.

‘You can say that’, it never hurts to coax him a little with what he wanted to hear, ‘There’s something I’d like to try with you.’ Appealing to his curiosity always helped to.

His next text was sent almost immediately after yours. ‘Oh? Do tell ♦’

‘Are you free or not?’ You took another sip of wine, if this conversation continued like this you’ll finish the whole bottle before he gives you a straight answer. Even a simple yes or no question become complicated with him.

‘I can be, it depends on what you have in mind’

You paused, searching for you words and started typing before deleting and typing again. You did the same thing for a couple of minutes, positive Hisoka was amused watching your indecision. Finally you decided a picture was better to convey what you had planned. Opening your closet you grabbed your latest acquisitions and put them on the bed, displaying the silk handcuffs, ball gag and blindfold before snapping a picture. You hesitated half a second before sending it, you’d feel even more silly to get cold feet after teasing him.

‘You should have told me sooner you wanted to be tied up. You wouldn’t have needed to bother with your little toys ♥.’ You didn’t understood what he meant by that, however the problem was that he missed the main point.

‘No, it’s for you.’

That was it, you told him. Now you just had to wait for his reaction. Hisoka was always the one taking charge in bed so you weren’t sure if he’d go along with what you wanted. Nevertheless he also seemed like the type to have tried everything. It could go both way.

Minutes stretched and no answer, but he did read your message. You were starting to get nervous, it’d have been fine if he had just refused, it was the wait that was killing you. You poured yourself another glass of wine, if you had to spend your night feeling awkward at least you should be properly drunk.

Half an hour after your last text your phone screen finally lit up, ‘What’s in for me?’ You reread his message again and again not really seeing where he was getting at.

‘If you’re not interested just say so.’ Vexed by Hisoka playing with you, you shoot another message; ‘Forget it’ and put your phone away.

The sound of the front door opening woke you up completely. Sitting straighter you turned you neck to see if you imagined the sound, it wasn’t like you to not lock your door when you were alone, but Hisoka appearing beside you distracted you for that last thought.

It’s not like you didn’t like when Hisoka was in charge, quite the contrary, but you just wanted to try something new for the both of you to have fun and there’s no point in it if he saw that as a transaction.

Sulking, you grabbed the remote, in a mood for some trashy TV, and decided to follow the advice you gave Hisoka and just forget about ever making the request. It was pretty late already and alcohol helping, you dozed off on the couch.

“Looks like you were enjoying your night~” He picked up your almost empty glass and poured wine for himself, drinking slowly before making himself comfortable on the couch with you.

“Hisoka?” You rubbed your eyes and looked at the time, it has been less than an hour since you sent your last message. So he was free after all. “Why are you here?” you slurred, alcohol affecting you more than you thought.

“I had the feeling you were sulking,” he gently grabbed you hand and guided your fingers to his mouth, nibbling and kissing them. “And I wanted to hear more about your suggestion.” His lips moved to the inside of your wrist, trailing up your forearm, igniting your already hot skin with every touch.

“You weren’t interested,” you said, instinctively giving him better access when he reached your neck.

“I’ve never said that,” Hisoka corrected, pausing his kisses, his hands hooking up your shirt to rest on your waist.

In the background the TV was still playing the reality show you were watching, Hisoka turned his attention to it when the contestants started arguing, chuckling when one of them threw a nasty insult.

“You didn’t answer,” he added, his thumbs drawing circles on your hips but his eyes glued on the quarrel. The insulted contestant snapped and screamed, a fight about to break but someone intervened to separate them. Hisoka returned his attention to you, his hands gliding toward your chest. “What’s in for me?”

You really weren’t in a state to make a pitch sale, feeling dizzy with the wine and Hisoka caresses and still annoyed that he would treat your proposition as a favor. “I told you to just forget it. You wouldn’t be bargaining if you were really tempted.”

Hisoka picked the handcuffs, turning them around in his hands for a moment before turning his attention to the ball gag. The silence was awkward, well awkward for you, he seemed engrossed in his scrutiny of your new toys.

One rejection was enough for one night, you wanted to drop the subject and just forget about your attempt at being bold.

With a final kiss on your neck Hisoka moved away from you and walked to your room. Not sure what he had in mind you got up and followed him. Heat rose to your cheeks when you saw him inspecting the toys still laid on your bed. The mood was definitely not right for the display.

“Like I said, it’s fine if you’re not interested,” you said when you couldn’t stand the silence anymore. You moved to take the gag out of his hands but he held it out of reach above his head.

“And like I said, I’ve never said I wasn’t,” he retorted. He threw the gag back with the rest and sit on the bed legs crossed. Looking at you in the eyes with a slight smile he explained, “I could lay down and pretend to be restrained by your cute handcuffs,” as he spoke he reached for you, taking your wrist in his hand and pulling you toward him, “but would it be fun for me? For you?”

Hisoka uncrossed his legs and you let him guide you to sit on his lap. “When I’m asking what’s in for me,” he continued in a soft voice, slowly removing your top. “I’m asking how are you going to make it interesting.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. It’s not like you thought it would be mind blowing, but you didn’t imagine he’d find it boring. No, if you were honest with yourself you thought he was finding you boring already. You’d be the first to admit that you were pretty vanilla before meeting him, it hasn’t been long since you two started to see each others but it was painfully obvious that he has experienced way more than you did. Of course sex became significantly wilder since he appeared in your life and you were more than happy to follow his lead.

Yet that all you did. Following his fancy. Following his instructions. Never taking charge. So maybe that’s why you bought some toys on an impulse, maybe you wanted to show him that you were trying to match his pace. To please him. When you were with him, Hisoka has this way to make you feel like you were on top of the world and at the same time utterly inadequate to be deserving of his attention.

“I… I don’t know. I wanted to do something different.” you answered truthfully.

“The idea in itself isn’t bad, just need a bit of polishing,” he chuckled, kissing at your shoulder.

Laying you down on the bed he finished to undress you, his lips caressing you skin as he uncovered more of your body. With his tongue dancing on your stomach and making its way toward your chest your barely noticed when he lifted your arms above your head. It was not until you felt pressure around your wrists that you realized your hand were bound to the bed.

“Wha-” The gag placed in your mouth cut off your words. Hisoka put it in, careful not to pull on your hair when locking it around your head.

He hummed at the sight, “The problem was that your idea was incomplete~.” He sat up straight above you, his knees on each side of your ribs. Always the show off, he made sure to give you a good view as he removed his shirt before fitting the blindfold on your eyes. Darkness enveloped you. “So, let me help your brainstorm ♥.”

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hisoka #hisoka scenario #ask #hisoka morow #smutish #it's been so looong #I wrote him kind of chill #maybe I'll make a second part #with the smut #I had tons of ideas #but didn't want to write something too long

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silverdelirium · 4 years ago

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this is kind of a mix of eras butttt if you’re comfortable, can you please write a draco and tom threesome?

GUESS | D.M X T.R

warnings: threesome, oral sex, blindfold and handcuffs included, light degrading

———

they were watching you.

watching you like a hunt watches its prey.

they analyzed your every move, the way your hips swayed to the beat, how your friends would sometimes join, but they payed no mind to them, their focus was on you.

draco and tom shared a look through the flashing lights, one that said; whoever gets there first, has her.

they both speed-walked towards you, almost knocking out the sweaty bodies of random people, their complaints blurred with the music, making the males oblivious to their wrath.

you gave a small look up when two bodies approached you, towering you.

“oh- hi draco, hi tom” you greeted, their figures clear considering you barely drank anything. tom gave you a small smirk, running his eyes down your body shamelessly.

draco narrowed his eyes at him but still gave you a polite smile. you observed how they both opened their mouths at the same time.

“would you like to dance?” they chanted together, throwing scowls at each other once they finished.

you stood there with a puzzled and shocked look on your face, amazed at the fact that two of the most attractive slytherins in the school just offered you a dance.

if i had to pick one, which one would i choose? you debated in your thoughts, never really prepared for this type of successions.

both.

their bickering got cut off by a small clear of your throat, signaling that you wanted to talk, tom’s and draco’s head snapped to your figure and they immediately shut up.

“do i really have to choose? or can i take both?” you suggested, tone different than the one you had saluted them with before.

they seemed to catch up on it; and this time, instead of glaring at each other, they both made eye contact with smug smirks adorning their features.

“and wouldn’t you like that, princess?” drawled tom in a teasing manner, hand reaching up to move a strand of hair behind your ear, which were burning hot at the action.

draco snickered and got behind you whilst tom’s palm stayed on your cheek, irises calculating your every move, including your harsh swallow.

the blonde’s hands roamed your waist, giving your hips a light squeeze and hissing lowly when your bum pressed on his hard-on.

he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “my dorm or his, beautiful?” watching as you shivered but still mantained eye contact with tom, who was intently staring as the conversation flowed.

“whichever” was your eager reply not even a second later.

tom gave a small chuckle and shook his head lightly, yet still gave draco an inquiring raise of brows. you assumed draco nodded, since he took your hand and dragged you all the way up to the stairs, tom behind you as you entered his dorm.

there wasn’t even time to appreciate the room, a certain blonde’s lips already on yours, a heated kiss forming that you immediately accepted.

“calm down, mate” snarled tom, pressing himself against your backside and forcefully turning your face to meet his, a similar kiss forming.

draco only scoffed at the action and bent down to kiss your neck, sucking on certain spots, creating dark purple hues.

you were the first to pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily through your mouth while draco continued to attack your neck, tom’s hands now focused on getting his shirt off.

malfoy pulled back a little to look at your already disheveled form, swollen lips and frizzy hair.

“get on the bed for us, darling” he ordered, mimicking tom’s antics and taking his shirt off.

your feet carried you to the bed, sinking down on the middle while your head lay against the soft pillows. the corner of your eyes caught a peak of tom reaching inside his drawers, and almost as if he was sensing your stare, the mysterious object went behind his back.

“you sneaky little girl” he murmured, a small smirk planted on his face as he leaned down to kiss you while removing the straps of your dress.

you hummed into the kiss when you felt, what you presumed, draco’s fingers disregarding the rest of your dress.

tom broke the kiss to press kisses on your chest, fingers going behind your back, silently asking to arch it so he could take your bra off, and you obeyed.

it was at that moment when your eyes finally landed on the blonde who was now only wearing boxers, winking at you while he took of your drenched panties, throwing them behind him.

the brunette, disconnected his lips from your body completely, finally revealing what was behind his back.

handcuffs

your eyes went slightly wide at the object, immediately picking up on what they were gonna do.

“arms up for me, gorgeous” he spoke, tone low.

your arms followed his orders in blind submission, resting them against the headboard.

draco’s eyes caught yours as tom cuffed your wrists to the bed, immobilizing your arms. he gave you a devilish smile as he locked eyes with tom, giving him a nod, not giving you time to decipher anything as he dived his head down your sopping cunt.

a moan left your mouth involuntarily, tom coming besides you, both males with only their underwear on.

he stroked some hair out of your face and made a path with his hands to your breasts, another high-pitched moan coming from you when he rolled the nipple in his fingers, while draco absolutely devoured you.

his tongue lapped up at your juices, humming every once in a while; his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. his darkened eyes stared up at your figure that was now a moaning mess, he could almost chuckle at how fast the night had turned out.

it was like being on cloud nine, the way his tongue worked inside you, absolutely dining on it.

as he continued to devour you, tom leant down to crash your lips together, drinking down all of your noises. your moans continuously spurted out onto his mouth whilst your thighs shaked, orgasm approaching.

both of them seemed to notice this, so tom leant down and disconnected your lips, putting his on your nipples instead.

that did it for you.

you didn’t even have time to warn them, you cum was now being eagerly tasted by draco who could’ve easily cum too at the sight of you.

once he finished riding out your high, he rose up from his position, cock throbbing due to the lack of friction.

tom copied the blonde’s movements and got off your chest.

now, the both of them towered over you, staring down with a mischievous grin. you gulped harshly and switched your stare from one to the other.

“take the handcuffs off” spoke tom, order directed at draco, yet eyesight trained on you and the tone he used sent shivers down your spine.

draco leaned over you, keeping eye contact as he undid the restraints, your arms going limp at your sides.

he gave a chuckle at this and scooted back, grabbing your ankles and pulling you more to the edge of the bed.

tom seemed to caught onto what draco was doing and gave him a smirk, reaching for the drawer he had picked the handcuffs from.

your head was turned to him, curiosity peeking inside you. but draco wasn’t having any of that.

he roughly grabbed your face and turned it to him, connecting your lips to his, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth in an instant, grinding his hips into yours, evoking a small moan from you.

“easy now, malfoy” grunted tom from above you, causing draco to give him a stern look and a roll of his eyes.

tom gave you a teasing smile as he held up a silk blindfold. “this okay with you, pretty girl?” he asked cautiously.

your eyes shined with desire as you stared at the material, mouth slightly agape. “mhm” you hummed in agreement, adding a small smile for reassurance.

“good girl” taunted draco, grabbing ahold of his boxers and dragging them down. you only managed to take a peak of his lower v-line; tom was already placing the blindfold on your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“now, gonna let us use this pretty pussy baby?” teased tom, fingers tapping your soaked cunt twice. you gave a small moan as a response, your body jolting at the sensitivity.

“fuck yeah we are” grumbled draco, hands digging into your waist as he harshly turned you around, ass on display for their hungry eyes and hard cocks.

you whimpered as your tits collided with the mattress, yet your pussy was already dripping in anticipation. “once we’re done with you, you’re gonna have to guess who’s fucking your little hole and who’s fucking that blabbering mouth.” hissed tom on your ear. “if you get it right, we’re fucking you until you’re begging us to stop. you get it wrong and i’ll make sure you’re edged for a fucking week” he finished.

you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open at the suggestion, senses heightening as you heard the shuffle of clothing and two big hands bringing your ass up until your back was perfectly arched.

“little whore, look at you, puffy pussy in the air like that” murmured draco from beside you.

you suppressed a moan at the comment, burying your face down on the sheets, only for it to be yanked up by an unknown force.

they didn’t even give you time to gasp, your mouth being filled by a thick cock in an instant.

draco positioned himself behind you and rubbed your ass prior to completely bottoming himself inside you, a moan almost escaping him. but he held it, for the sake of whatever silly game they were playing at.

you gave a loud moan against tom’s cock, though you were still unsure on who was doing what. but slender fingers wrapped around your hair, a signal to keep going.

so you did, quickly recollecting yourself and bobbing your head up and down, not that you needed to do much except hollow your cheeks, the force of draco’s thrusts sending your head down on him.

the blonde kept his hands on your ass, roughly rocking his hips back and forth, watching as your head continuously moved up and down on tom, who had his head thrown back, mouth agape and eyes closed.

draco reached down to rub your clit, not slowing his hips once. tears brimmed at your eyes at the sudden feeling, your own body unconsciously fucking itself back on draco, while your tongue focused on the tip on whoever was down your throat.

as draco completely rammed himself inside you, tom’s orgasm was around the corner, with the way you swirled your tongue around the tip, the involuntary jerk forward you gave whenever draco gave a hard thrust, plus the vibrations of your moans did it all for him, he looked down at you as he came, biting his lower lip in an attempt to keep his identity a secret.

you breathed hard through your nose as you felt cum shoot down your throat, the whole load almost choking you as you swallowed it immediately. a small whine leaving you once they removed their softening length.

yet this was more of a relief to you, your moans now spurting out freely as spit dribbled down your chin, feeling tom’s or draco’s fingers rake through your hair.

“i’m close!” you moaned out in a desperate tone, thighs shaking as a slight tap came down on your bum, and assuming they gave you permission you came with a small shout, breathing raggedly.

draco was right behind you, drawing out your orgasm while sloppily thrusting as his seed went deep inside you.

once you both climbed down from your high, you collapsed down on the mattress, blindfold still on as you felt the rustle of sheets, blinding light appearing out of nowhere as tom disregarded the blindfold, smug grins on both of their faces as they took in your fucked-out state.

“now tell us who was fucking what, baby. show us how much of a smart girl you are” ordered draco, hands soothing down your back.

a nerve-wracking feeling hit you. you had absolutely forgotten all about their little challenge, you were too caught up in pleasure to even remember what you were supposed to realize.

“i-i don’t know” you admitted, lip trembling when their expressions hardened, almost as if disappointed, and considering the state of mind you were falling in; it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“well let’s try again and see if you can get it right this time, hm?” suggested tom, dragging the blindfold back up.

———

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tom 🏷: @methblinds @adrianscumslut @wh0re4blaise @malfoysbiitch @saggyb1lls @dracomalfoys-wh0re @dlmmdl @lolooo22 @darlingmalfoy @littlemissnoname13 @i-love-scott-mccall @underappreciated-spoon-321 @daddybutmakeitagirl @steveharringtonswhore @citrusdarling7 @riddleswh0rekrux @lostaurorax @alexavolturisblog

#draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy one shot #tom riddle oneshot #tom riddle smut #young tom riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle imagine

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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Byakuya x inexperienced!reader pt.2(NSFW)

request; hi !! so to whoever wrote the Byakuya x inexperienced! reader um i-i ilysm TOT would it be alright to ask for a part 2 of it, maybe reader has more experience and is ready for whatever 'mAstEr' Byakuya has in store?? (and maybe m a y b e Byakuya loses control of himself bc his innocent reader has finally been corrupted— OKAY THANK YOU BYE

warnings; so muCH CORRUPTION KINK!!!, pet play, master kink, dom!Byakuya, begging, Byakuya neglects reader a tad, s&m, reader is kind of a brat(just a littttleeee bit), sex toys/vibrators, bondage(handcuffs), overstim, forced orgasm?, unedited, slight dumbification, reader has female parts and uses female pronouns and names, slight praise kink, manhandling, humiliation, begging, dacryphillia, light dark themes(lmfao) there’s like, no fluff at all.

note; phew! okay this one, im kinda kinda proud of- i even put together a small byakuya playlist to get into the mood hehehe, it surprisingly helped a lot! i got into the byakuya mind space zone :0 anyway, thank you sm for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

(also p.s. this is a second part to this so you don’t have to read that first, but it’d help? kinda? idk your choice broskis ;0)

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“Master.”

Byakuya’s shoulders tensed, fingers almost tearing the pages of his book as he heard your voice, seductive behind him. His eyebrow quirked up at the tone of your voice, a small barely noticeable smirk adorning his face. He could hear the neediness, seductiveness, submission from just the title you uttered out. Instead of moving his head behind him, he decided not to let his eagerness to look at your show. So instead, he pretended to keep reading his book, faking disinterest. Even though he heard the way you spoke, heard the way you spoke so needy for him, wasn’t enough for his insatiable hunger.

So he decided he would tease you until you were sobbing for him, begging for him. You weren’t going to get what you want until Byakuya does first. Ah, the look of desperation on your face he still had engraved in his mind, he could feel his pants tighten slightly.

Pouting at his unresponsiveness, you swiftly made your way to the back of his chair, caressing your hand lightly against his shoulder. “Master, look at me.” You persisted, bending down to lean your chin on his shoulder, face next to his as you folding your abdomen over the shirt you were wearing. To clarify, his shirt, and just his shirt. He could recognize the white cotton material, and as much as he wanted a peek, his need to see you on your knees for him was much bigger.

Instead of letting you see his eyes, his eyes full of lust and want, he focused them onto the page, glazing over the words, yet not quite registering them in his mind as you preoccupied it. “M-master why aren’t you…” You trailed off, gulping as the realization of what he wanted—or at least thought he wanted— dawned on you. Slowly getting on your knees, you sat on your heels in front of him, head bowed down to look at his shoes. “Is this what you wanted?” You peaked up to try and take a quick look at his face, a low whine rumbling in your throat as you saw Byakuya flip another page.

“I-I’ll act like a dog for you..! R-ruff ruff! I-is this enough? P-please..! I don’t like it when y-you ignore me…” You huffed quietly underneath your breath, feeling little shame for the act you had just performed in front of your heir. Though you were upset Byakuya hadn’t even spared a glance to you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the humiliation; your panties had been soaked the moment Byakuya decided not to talk nor pay attention to you.

“Master please, I n-need you.” he didn’t even need to say anything, and yet here you are, sitting on your knees and barking for him; convinced that this is what he wanted, not what you secretly needed. He wanted to laugh, he made you like this. He made you so corrupted, and he felt disgustingly proud of that fact. “Hm.” Deciding to throw you a bone, he closed his book and fixed his eyes on you, “You’re a good pup for me, no?”

He reached down to tap your chin. Getting a bit eager, you rose up, straightening your thighs so they were vertical. Grabbing eagerly onto his thighs, you leaned your head into his touch, looking at him with an adoration that seemed impure. “Y-yes! Yes, I’m a good puppy. I’m such a good pup for you, only you!” Your doe eyes stared up at him loyally, making him growl underneath his breath.

“Look at you, you weren’t even able to take it last time, and yet you’re still coming back to me for more? Will you even be able to handle what I’ll give you?” You opened your mouth to say you could in protest, yet Byakuya cruelly interrupted, “After last time? You could barely handle it.” There was a snarl painted across his cold face, and yet it only seemed to make you wetter.

Even if he seemed like he was mocking you, you could still hear the softness in his voice as he trailed off. You detected his worry, and so you did your best to show him you could handle it. Your voice wavered, but you stood your ground, clutching whatever was left of your confidence tightly, “I’m not the same as before, master.” Not only did you Byakuya with your newfound confidence, but you surprised yourself as well.

You didn’t even recognize your voice, but you didn’t care, it seemed to be working. Leaning and hovering over Byakuya’s slightly stunned figure, you challenged, “I’d be more worried if you could handle me.” Your hands gripped Byakuya’s knees as you used them to support your body that had been arched against him. Byakuya’s stunned expression only lasted so long as his face twisted into a snarl, before kissing you roughly, teeth clashing against his.

As he kissed you, he could feel your hands slipping slowly down the valley of his thighs, and so, he pulled away suddenly and leaned down, perching your stomach on his shoulder. Confused, you let out a “Mast-?”, before he stood up, your body being hurled up along with him as he walked with ease.

Dropping your body on the mattress, Byakuya quickly searched his table for the handcuffs, sighing satisfied as he found them. Smiling widely, you held your wrists out for him, slightly startling but pleasing Byakuya. In a rare moment, he snorted, “Good girl. ...Though, you’ll soon regret that.“ Standing up from the bed after he tied you to the headboard, he searched his drawers once again, bringing out something pink this time.

Glancing side ways to see your terrified face, “Remember this?” Your eyes widened at the familiar toy he fiddled within his hand, your heart beating erratically fast. “You still think you can take it?” He hunched over your body, one hand supporting his body, and one hand holding the toy scarily close to your glistening cunt.

Waiting patiently, he watched your expression, searching for any type of hesitation, yet finding.. none?

Snarling at your persistent face, he tried teasing you, to scare you to say no, “We never got to see what this did, did we now?” He said through gritted teeth, testing you by pressing it against your hole, making your legs widen slightly from contact. He looked at you in disbelief, “You’re not even- Wow, you… you really are my little slut, aren’t you?” His smile, villain-like. Beaming up at him, you inhaled sharply in relief as he finally understood, “Uhuh! Ye-ssss!” Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back in your head as you arched your back into the vibrations that Byakuya had turned on suddenly.

“M-master, it feels really good..!” You felt like your brain was scattered, fuzzy as you lost yourself. What was your name again? Pet? It didn’t matter anyway, as your legs shook from your first orgasm. Feeling Byakuya press the toy harder against your clit, you arched your back on instinct, wailing out pleas. “Gonna cream, s-second timeee!” You whined, breathing sounding more like wheezing as your chest heaved from the overstimulation. Your drool trailing down your open mouth, and getting on his once clean dress shirt you wore.

Your eyes scrambled back up to look at your master, wanting to see his eyes you adored so much. Gasping and frantically looking around as you didn’t see him, “M-ma-!” You squirmed against the toy, panting for air as you felt it rub against your clit slightly. “Right here, baby.”

Your face whipped towards the sound of his voice, eyes focused on him, though your vision was slightly blurred from the tears of pleasure and possibly desperation. Your gaze was intense, unblinking, yet the rest of your face was a fucked out mess, your body twitching and writhing without control as you still kept your eyes on him.

“Hhnng!” You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but you couldn’t help it as your third orgasm came up, forcing you to scream into his pillows. “M-m-!” You sobbed out, unable to speak his name as moans and cries overlapped it. He could see your body twitch from the toy, squirming away from it as the oversensitivity eventually got to you.

He swiftly got to action, yanking your twitching legs wide apart, pushing the toy deep inside your pussy instead of your clit. He sighed shakily as he saw how easy the toy slipped in, your screams sounding like music to his ears. He could feel you squirming against his iron-tight grip on your ankles. “You said you could take anything. Am I wrong? So take it.” The sound of his voice scared you in all honesty, but you couldn’t seem to even focus your attention onto how dangerous he sounded, as you fell into yet another orgasm.

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hitbythunder · 2 years ago

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Chandrilan Moons -7

A Kylo Ren x Reader story with much angst, possessiveness and dark themes (warnings will be updated as the story progresses) –> Read also on AO3

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7: Still feeling cooperative? +++ +Starkiller Base on Ilum+

I was no longer in that metal chair, that much I knew upon coming to, while the rest of my surroundings remained a confusing blur of gray interior and equally colorless, clinical people talking in clipped detached voices around me. For a brief moment I fooled myself into thinking that I was at the hospital on D'Qar after being knocked out during combat lessons, and that my encounter with Kylo Ren had just been a terrible nightmare. But the glaring red insignia of the First Order, worn proudly on the breast pocket of every person within sight, put an abrupt end to my illusions. As did the metal handcuffs at my wrists. At least there was no pain anymore, just the distant memory of it ghosting through my limbs and head, and after a while I realized to be in the medical bay of this place. The large room housed many beds, some of them occupied by wounded Stormtroopers, while a handful of nurses scurried in between the rows. They had put me in the corner farthest away from the large doors, half hidden behind a milky screen so that I could only survey part of the room. Whether to be on a spaceship or a planet-base was hard to tell from the monochrome interior and the uniformed First Order personnel, and windows were rare to come by in either case. Not that I was even thinking of escaping, stars I wasn't that foolish, but perhaps there was a chance for rescue if I could let my family and friends know where I was being kept.

One step at a time…, I reminded myself as my vision spun while trying to sit up in the medical bed. A nurse urged me to lie back down, then examined my injured hand and ribs. When she scribbled some notes onto her holopad, I dared to ask about my condition but she ignored me at first. Upon asking for the third time, she relented though and informed me about my split lip, cracked rib, sprained wrist and the considerate concussion. Her tone was kept professional, naturally reserved considering the fact that I was the enemy, and upon my shocked expression she let some humanity show beneath the polished First Order veneer.

"Nothing too serious, don't worry. But you need a lot of rest now." she said as she adjusted the amount of pain killing infusion that dripped slowly into my blood-system via an IV. Then the both of us noticed a growing tumult behind the screen, wavering voices laced with dread and a heavy set of footsteps approaching us. My heart skipped a beat, remembering that distinct sound from the woods and whom they foretold.

Alarmed by the presence of her superior, the nurse beside me turned away but somehow I managed to grasp her wrist despite the metal restraints. When she looked from my vice-like grip to my face, I pleaded with my eyes for her to help me. I was terrified of meeting Ren in another round of rampage inside my mind, of the pain and torment it entailed. Understanding and perhaps a grain of pity ghosted over the nurse's expression, gone tough when she turned around fully to walk away into the part of the room that was shielded from my view. Her silhouette shone through the milky screen. The heavy footsteps halted and a bulky figure joined the nurse in this shadow play, towering over her in his billowing robes and distinctive helmet.

"Status report on the prisoner." a calm but demanding voice, rumbling deep like the roll of thunder and foreboding dire consequences should the answer be displeasing. Without delay the nurse rattled off the details of my condition, again detached as if talking about a droid's flaws after an inspection.

"... Any further healing, especially of the brain, requires more rest. At least for 24 hours." she tentatively added at the end, her body posture all submissive and appeasing through the screen. Whether it was her medical opinion or an act of (female) solidarity against her terrifying Commander, I had no clue but I was grateful for the effort nonetheless. A few seconds ticked by, the giant figure unmoving, until its head very slowly turned to look directly at me through the screen and I could suddenly feel Ren's gaze on me like a laser, unyielding and permeating.

I promised to cooperate, but I'm not in for permanent damage to my brain. But why would he care about that...

"18 hours." came Ren's reply at last, staring in my direction for a beat longer, before he turned to walk away from the screen. His deep voice crackled above the storming footsteps: "You've got 18 hours to pepper her up."

As the end of my reprieve neared, my cuffs were unlocked and two nurses ushered me into the nearby refresher unit, their stern expressions daring me to try something stupid in there. Which I hadn't even thought of honestly, instead taking my sweet time to enjoy the hot water cascading down my body, washing away the forest grime but not my trepidation upon the near future. Clean and dried, I avoided looking too long at myself in the mirror and quickly put on washed-out grey cotton pants and a white shift, along with thin slippers which they had given me. While it seemed only logical to equip prisoners with simple clothes that weren’t made for fight or flight, they could at least have put some effort into the style. While the pants somewhat fit my frame, the shift hung a quite loosely on my shoulders, its hem ending mid-thigh, and I had to roll up the too long sleeves before fixing my hair. As of lately, I had come to wear my hair with one section in a bun and the rest braided - a similar style like Rey's, perhaps in an unwittingly attempt to imitate her. With a sigh I gave myself a once-over, thankful not to be an overly vain person, because stars I looked like a miserable and slightly beaten-up ghost in those unshapely rags.

No doubt Rey and Rose would have a laughing fit if they could see me…. the thought caused a sharp pang in my heart that drove tears to my eyes unbidden. An impatient knock on the door ripped me back to the present and I quickly wiped my eyes, exhaling deeply before exiting the refresher.

I'll see them again. Just need to play along and do as Ren says.

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A swish of opening doors was audible, followed by small and light footsteps as the girl slowly ventured into the premises of his quarters. Her light and mismatched clothes were a stark contrast to the black-grey and neatly arranged interior. Though by far not as spacious or luxurious as his accommodation on the Finalizer, those here consisted of a main living-room with adjacent bedroom and refresher unit, the doors to both currently firmly shut, which left the girl no options to hide. She flinched when the door behind her closed with a click, sealing her within this gloomy room full of shadows. With careful steps she rounded the small table and its accompanying two chairs, not deeming her surroundings worth a glance. As if mesmerized, her eyes were glued to the large window opposite the entrance door, a child-like wonder illuminating her face as she beheld the outside world of raging winter. Somewhere behind the building, the sun was setting and its remaining light cast an orange glow upon the snowy planes and distant mountains.

Kylo watched intently as she brushed two fingers across the glass, felt the cold under nipping at her fingertips, and knew she had never witnessed snow on Chandrila. While there could be heavy downpours and storms, the overall climate on Chandrila was mild and without extremes in either direction. Its summers warm and long, ideal for joyous play outside until mother’s calling. Kylo absorbed her memories with growing agitation and almost scoffed at the picture-perfect scenes unfolding in the girl’s head. By all means, she didn’t belong to a place of war like this, her whole being standing in stark contrast to the brutality of the First Order. A child of summer and gaiety, now trapped in this metallic prison amidst ice and darkness. And yet, in her innocent wonder, she was still unaware of the creature silently observing her from the shadows.

Kylo waited until the sun's rays slowly vanished outside and dipped the bizarre landscape, as well as the room, into the many opaque shades of night. By the time the last orange tint was snuffed out, Kylo had circled the girl and now stood directly behind her. From the periphery of her mind, he sensed her nerves prickle in an unconscious alarm to his presence. A few seconds later, her whole being was overcome by dread and pure shock when she saw his reflection in the window-glass. All black-in-black, the outlines of his figure were obscured by the surrounding shadows and the glistening silver elements of his helmet served as the only fix-point of that dark mass. Instantly she turned around and took a step backwards in order to increase the distance between them. Her thoughts were alight in a panicked flurry as she took him in.

How long has he been standing there?! Stars, how could I not notice him this close behind me?

On purpose, he took his time to have her squirm in his presence a little while longer. Her eyes were wide, searching for something alive behind his steeled mask, while she did her best to keep her limbs from shaking. She truly was a frightened little bird, so tiny and helpless compared to him.

“It’s time to continue where we left off.” Kylo’s deep voice cut the tense silence as he leaned slightly downward, his tall and broad frame towering over the girl even more so. On instinct she shied away and pressed herself against the cold glass behind her.

“Still feeling cooperative?”

She quickly nodded in reply and Kylo almost scoffed at her willingness to comply in the face of torture. Clearly she wasn’t trained at all for such situations and whoever had sent her to Takodana had made a grave mistake. How reckless, to let someone with such intel run around without the means to defend herself and the knowledge she possessed.

“You will answer me properly.”

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“Y-yes, sir.” I stuttered, averting my gaze from the polished and impenetrable surface of his mask. “I’m sorry, sir.”

I truly was, wishing to get this over with quickly and to return to my family and friends. The less I put up a fight, the better my chances to come out of this disaster - or so I hoped.

“Then come.” With the flick of his hand, dim lights went on in the corners of the room, and with large strides he lead us to a sleek metal desk. Before it had been too dark for me to make out the room’s interior, so I was slightly surprised to be in some sort of private quarter: a dark grey sitting area beside the window, a few plain cupboards along the walls and the desk where Ren had seated himself. Each wall housed a door, the one to my left probably leading to a refresher unit, while the one on the right stood ajar, revealing a bedroom. For a brief moment, the black sheets got my attention, then my eyes snapped to the durasteel main door, concluding that I was indeed trapped in here.

Dread filled my stomach and slowed my movements as I took the remaining empty seat opposite of Ren. He tilted his head slightly, as if studying me from behind his stainless mask in quiet contemplation. Suddenly very self-conscious, I crossed my arms in an instinctive reflex to shield myself, as the prolonged silence continued. Although I avoided to look at him, my very being was alert and just waiting for him to act, afraid of what was to come. After all, Kylo Ren was known to have a short temper and I had zero intention to set it off.

As if ripped from his inner musings, the black mass of Ren came to life then, shifting forward in his seat to touch the desk’s surface. A hidden keypad activated the built-in holo-screen and computer, Ren flicking through a menu by swiping his gloved finger in front of the holo-screen.

“Think of the map now.” He instructed then, his firm deep voice having me jump in my seat. Nodding, I sat up straight and did as I was told, immediately feeling his presence in my mind – a low humming in the distance, far less painful than the first time.

The map, yes. I saw it again, tiny stars and constellations… but quickly my mind would venture on to my encounter with the thugs, reviving the pain I had suffered at their hands.

Stop.

Ren’s harshness forced me back to the present and despite the mask I knew he was displeased.

“Sorry, I haven’t… how do I do this?”

Stars, I sounded to timid. Just like the little mouse I was. But then again, to cooperate was my only chance of survival here. Ren must have sensed my willingness, because he answered way more patiently than I had expected.

“Try again, but think only of the map in it’s entirety. Envision it with as much detail as you can and hold that image before your inner eye.”

And so I did, willing myself to calm down and focus – clinging to the hope that once Ren got the map, he would let me go. What a foolish child I had been…

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batarella · 4 years ago

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ANDROMEDA - CHAPTER FOUR

Jason Todd is lost in an unknown realm light years away from Earth.

With not much hope to find his way back, his only companion is a cruel alien cyborg from the enemy fleet, one he’ll have to get along with to survive.

A/N: My favorite chapter so far, and one of the few chapters I revolved the story around. I’d like to thank all my proofreaders @littleredwing89 @internalsealpanic and @glorified-red for calling me out on my grammar shenanigans. I love you to bits.

WORDS: 10,514 WARNINGS: GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, STARVATION

MASTERLIST

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There was only silence when she screamed, just as it would in the dead, empty blackness of the airless void. With her last arm close to falling off her shoulders, the blade losing its sharpness and grip - she couldn’t afford to have this backfire. Thoughts on the earthling’s untimely demise and the long, torturous acts she swore to be merciless with will have to wait.

She’ll be dismembered and dead by the end of this if she doesn’t find a way in.

The deathly cold, the steel on her back crystalizing at the empty vacuum, the concern on them could not be on this excruciating endeavor. The earthling must have caught sight of her because the ship started to swerve about, the worst possible way to shake her off her grip. After all (if he let on) the whole ship would be obliterated by its whiplash before they even get out of the Fleet’s radius.

With no other arm to let her grab hold of the pipes and ledges, N/N held her grip tight and waited for the sheerest window of stability. Once the ship slowed just enough, she pushed herself hard against the rusty ledges with her feet, propelling her forward. With her blade, she sliced through the shell. If she’d flown an inch further away, she would have drifted off, possibly into the next blackhole.

A camera at the rear faced her. She made sure the earthling would have seen her face before her foot destroyed its lenses.

She let go of the ship just as it started to spin-a horrific driver the earthling was-and she could have sworn her tongue was lodged down her neck; Its shell was a mere three inches away from her knee, so close to drifting away and leaving her to float, before the whole thing jumped like a quake hit its hull, propelling her further to the front.

So much had crystalized on her missing arm. The inside’s wires, rods, and metal plates were stiff and frozen, like a million icicles stabbed her flesh repeatedly until even her blood would stab her. And so much of that pain further pushed her to the cockpit.

There was a hatch at the top. And it wasn’t too far. Her one last arm was about to disintegrate. In her head, her voice echoed like a cave dweller’s cries for help.

Nothing matched her strength, her will. N/N hooked her foot onto a slab that stuck out from the rust and pushed her whole body up, which was no different from blowing a feather to land at a very precise spot on a nest and having no use of your hands.

And her blade, as stubborn to die as she was, sliced into the hatch like it was perfectly made to do just that. No longer did she notice her frozen arm, her collapsing skull. She opened the hatch with the blade.

And with the incoming winds from inside the hatch further pushed her away from safety, she willed on, convinced herself there was more of her strength left behind than what was remotely even possible. With her feet raised high, being pulled up to the endless stars, she bit onto the ladder below the hatch and drove her sword one last time into one of the pipes. Then her feet could climb in, and with it, closing the hatch behind her.

Then all that pain amplified when the rushing air halted at an instant too quick. She dropped to the ground, so close to smashing her head into a stray pipe. The ice melted, and even with it still so freezing, she reveled at the newfound warmth. For a while, she stayed, almost closed her eyes to rest. She hadn't rested at all since before the Watchtower Invasion. The night at Imia didn’t count. She was up all night wary of the earthling.

The earthling.

N/N forced her trembling self up with just a lone arm to hold her, then lugged down the narrow pathway from the engines towards the cockpit. It was freezing and she barely had flesh that reddened at all, but by the cosmos, was she burning. Like the fire from the ship engulfed up to her brain and stayed, only to be put out once she heard that earthling’s cries, begging her to spare his life.

If that bastard dared to look her in the eye, she’d gouge his eyes out, destroy him with her fists, and toss him into the nearest star. Then she’d rip all four of his limbs apart with nothing but her bare hands and a dull knife- a ribbed one to make it hurt more, or perhaps just a blade. A tiny blade she’d use to cut off every vein, every artery, every nerve in him that would further heighten the pain, and the other wounds would be cauterized so the bleeding won't kill him too soon. Then, she’d mutilate his guts, stuff his mouth with a brick just so he wouldn’t have the luxury of getting to scream, then she-

BAM!

Her feet flew off the ground, back against the steel walls, breaking the pipes and rods that stuck out the ridges; the pain that let on further agonized her with its horrendous resurges. A clothed arm was stuck to her throat.

And the eyes she swore to gouge out the minute they look at hers, it did just that very act to her disdain. The earthling stuck his elbow against her throat, and it was then she caught a glimpse of the same blackness in him that hadn't surfaced until she visited him in the torture room. Whatever she’d done, it’d awoken his true face.

She was thrashing, screaming. She could hear, and with her not able to resist, she heard the growl come out of his lips.

She had a whole fight planned out- even if she would have lost, she always, always, put up a fight.

But that had passed. And she lost.

“I ought to kill you,” the earthling choked, “and I’ll be doing the universe a favor.”

“Go ahead…” Her one hand held his arm. “Kill me…”

It hurt to say, but it was the only way she’d go out with the least bit of glory.

But the built rage she’d seen in him, the torturous kind not even demons would act upon, she saw it right then. If he were kind and merciful, he’d have killed her already.

Instead of a knife through her chest, or a sword down her throat, or his arm further pushing into her airpipes until her breaths finally stop for good, his hand held none of the things which she expected. Instead was a handcuff to her wrist, plasma beams shooting out of the holes specifically designed to radiate bodily strength at a minimum.

“Found it in one of the toolboxes. This ship belonged to a marshal.” Jason pulled on the cuffs, and her arm too weak to resist and her legs falling apart into five separate pieces could not interject. She tried writhing, but that was hard to do with just one wrist being cuffed and the other arm too short.

And how karma had befallen like the strongest tides of an ocean-filled planet when Jason hooked the cuff onto the exhaust, the very same she cuffed him to. Except now, it wasn’t with makeshift wire coils (something she’d easily get out of). The radiation from the cuffs weakened even her bones, all the way up her shoulder. Crouched over, she charged with her shoulder against his chest to push him away, but that was just about all she could do.

His patronizing tone just made her want to scratch his eyes out even more, however that was possible. “Don’t bother. You’ll be here a while. Consider it a kindness…”

“When I get out of here,” she growled like a caged bear, “you’ll wish you’d just killed me.”

It was painful to hear each time she nudged the cuffs and it’d rub over the exhaust, and the sound echoed throughout the ship, which meant sneaking out of it wasn’t an option. Hell, nothing seemed to be an option.

“You won't get out of here. Kinda hard to do with just one arm.“

It was like tormenting a rabid bulldog tied to its leash in a cage and standing just far enough away to smell its mangy breaths. She charged again, and if she went on without thought, the exhaust would be destroyed.

“Don’t worry. I’ll move you somewhere else before you break that exhaust.” He stripped her of her weapons: her blades, his grappling hook, all five of her knives, and a gun in her shoe. “Get cozy.”

Then the exhaustion couldn’t be so easily tolerated. After some time-when her legs were so numb like her torso was standing on a chair and nothing else-her ass fell on the floor, legs sprawled out, and her back laid against the exhaust pipes. So close did her weighty eyelids fall and draw her into vulnerable slumber; even sitting on the cold ground with half an arm sticking out was comfortable enough to drift away. But she stayed awake, stared at the blank walls of more pipes and rods and wires dangerously exposed.

The earthling was getting acquainted with the ship: testing the controls, fishing for a manual to help him. Not long after, he settled onto the driver’s seat, eyes out on the windshield.

But with the pain, the cold, the silence that slowly murdered her insides, she used all circumstance to not allow herself to sleep. Focus on everything else, even the pain. Just don’t submit. Eventually, having to allow the pain just to fight submission and vulnerability weakened both her arm and her mind.

As if her throat was as beat as the rest of her was, she croaked: “Why won't you just kill me…”

The earthling’s eyes on her were not so kind. “Because you didn’t kill me when I asked you to.”

“Is this revenge to you?”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

“You pushed me into that portal first, you impotent moron.”

“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d stopped beating my guts with your shoe.”

It wasn’t clear who was winning, but both sounded equally as close to driving each other’s insides out. “You wish I’d just beat your guts with my shoe after I’m through with you.”

The smelly earthling just snickered, “You won't get to. You’re my prisoner now.”

“I’d rather die-“

“You won't have that luxury.”

The crown of her head was a lot stronger than her radiation-induced arm, and when she smashed it back against the exhaust, a dent formed at the cold steel. With her eyes closed and her nose up to the ceiling, she hoped every minute fighting through the babble and the lack of an arm was a minute closer to having this all end. It doesn’t even matter how. It just had to end.

Then it was quiet again. Everything was going to fall in soon, how her thoughts would fight through her focus on the trivial like how her wrist hurt or her legs weak. Even the earthling, with his idiotic attempts to drive this piece of junk, she chose to think about. If all else would be too strong to fight against, which eventually would be the more she fights it at all, soon enough she’ll break down and break apart, knowing just how much of her life was doomed.

With falling eyes, and her voice softer than it had been that day with her growling, N/N spoke.

“You don’t want to kill me…” she whispered, “because you still think you're getting home…”

The earthling’s eyes fell from the brightly lit glass onto the steering wheel, his fingers drumming onto the rubber and listening to them tapping against it.

“You think I’m going to help you…” she mocked, “that I’m your only hope-“

A gun he had on his hip aimed for her forehead. “You will help me,” he said, the demons she often saw resurfacing as it sounded like. “You think you’re the only one here capable of torture? I used to spend nights sawing heads off people’s necks and stuffing them into duffel bags.”

Everything about her was instantaneously as heavy as it was light. So heavy that if she were to lift her leg, her gums would scar at how much her teeth would have to grit. Light because her head was flowing along to the moving air, as delicate as a cloud’s earthly mist, it stayed leaning against the pipe without her moving a vein until the earthling put the gun back down.

If anything, she was terrified.

Not of the earthling, not of her arm, nor the fact that she was imprisoned in a junkyard ship with someone who couldn’t fly even a jet. Not even of the unknown out there, which was supposed to be feared constantly with her ventures out into the galaxies.

She was terrified because she knew all this was driving into a dark dead-end, one they wouldn’t be able to see before the impact inevitably kills them. “You have no idea where we are,” she breathed, the fear she tried to hold back before it shows, “do you?”

She heard the earthling stop with his fiddling with the steers. His heart rate, oh, was it laughable to witness how it spiked at her words. It was chilly in the room, but he wasn’t even shivering. He was stiff, frozen, as she saw his head slightly tilt over his shoulder, to acknowledge that he had heard her.

“Your people call it the Andromeda galaxy,” she revealed, and was it so deathly for him to hear, “We’re 2.5 million lightyears away from Planet Earth…”

She didn’t have to tell him twice, seeing how his heartbeat was at the thin line between panic and the eventual halt when the shock proves to be too much. The lengths of the issue however, he needed to know.

“Do you honestly think a rusty ship from a junkyard is going to take you there?”

“You don’t know what you're saying,” he barked.

“No. You don’t know what you're doing. Do you have any idea how many ships can travel fast enough to get you home before you die of old age?”

“A lot-“

“Not many,” she said, “you’re not gonna get a ship with a warp drive that powerful. Trust me. It takes a lot to travel cross galaxies.”

His fists tightened. “You think this is gonna make me pull you out of your misery?” He pointed the gun at her, toyed around with the trigger.

“I know you won't because you still need me to survive. You kill me, and you’d be lucky to last a week.”

From how his fingers twitched and torso turned away so she wouldn’t see his face, she saw the earthling more and more at loss of hope. But all was apparent, so was his desperation. “How do we get a ship like that?”

“You are pathetic,” she groaned. “Just stop.”

“I’m dying anyway,” he said, “might as well try not to die rotting in this shithole floating in space with you.”

“You humans have always been so naive.”

“I can read you, too. Just ‘cuz you can hear heartbeats and see sweat pour out of my hair doesn’t mean I don’t know what you're trying to do.”

“Yeah. Of course, you do. I’m trying to provoke you so I can get close enough to your gun, kill you, then take you back to the fleet-.”

“No. Not even close,” he held up his gun, “You want me to kill you because whatever’s waiting for you at the fleet is a lot worse than death.”

That was all it took for everything to come crashing down.

She was afraid of the dead end, the driving to nowhere and the hopeful delusions the earthling was going to waste her time with before death eventually finds her.

It was what she’d held back from surfacing acknowledgement, masked over with the desire to die when it was all just an escape from something so much worse.

She blankly let her gaze get lost onto the empty floor. Then there was nothing but the cold and the eerie blue auras, like dancing flares in mid-air, given to them from a faraway star. And it was with the silence, the constant ringing that came with the quiet. It took all her might not to grant her with the luxuries of closing her eyes.

“I can't go back…” she said, and it was like she whispered a dark secret she never would have otherwise told a soul, “not after you destroyed the General’s ship.”

He was there when she talked to the General. He was there when she confronted Z’arr. ‘The next time a failure is to your fault, M-812, I’ll have no choice but to push through with the reprogramming…’

She stiffened at every memory of that thought, of the memories of what lasted, the memories she did have were gone, rewritten as if they never happened.

“They reprogram you.”

He backed off, N/N’s wrist bending the exhaust when she attempted to pounce, but she settled back and accepted her fate. She was too tired to fight.

“Should I ask what that is?” He sounded softer.

“No.”

“Technically speaking, it wasn’t your fault-“

“I brought you into the ship, and I was in charge when you set the whole starboard side on fire. You let ten prisoners out of their cell, destroyed the hangar, lost half our weapons stash, and killed dozens of my men.”

“Oh.”

It was baffling, the nerve of this simpleton to just turn away when hearing such atrocity was enough to drive her insane. The want to pull every strand of hair out of his scalp until it separates from his skull further pushed onto the tip of her nails. Even with her mind and body as limp as a fruit peel, she had enough in her to at least dream of mutilating this coward.

He stood from the cockpit and in front of her, he knelt. N/N backed away but the asshole was down on one knee so he was level with her eyes. She was breathing frantically, ready to pick up a pipe or her own severed limb to incapacitate him when needed-even with the odds so slim.

He, on the other hand, was calm.

And she could see his face, lit up by the dim blue star, with nothing else but blackness that matched his hair and the surrounding silence. But he inched closer until her bent knees were up to her chest just so they wouldn’t touch his legs.

And he stared her down just as ominously as she did at the torture room. At that, she held her shivers, held her tongue. N/N forced herself to gawp back with equal force, like two stars battling it out with their angry flames.

“If I don’t kill you,” he whispered. “You’re stuck here with me until you help me hunt for a decent ship to take me home.”

“You can't-“

“We can't?” he interjected. “Or is it just hard to do? Because there is a difference”

More and more, his blue eyes became bigger a target for being scratched out with her blades. “I won't kill you,” he said. “And you’re going to help me-”

“I’d rather die.”

“Or I send you back to the Fleet.”

He fell on his ass when she begrudgingly pounced, with just the handcuff being the thin border that held him away from his death. Her shrieks, he must have memorized by now, or gotten used to, because he didn’t even baulk. She sneered as if her teeth spilled of lava. “I will end you-“

The earthling waited for her to calm. Her body was screaming, tormenting for her to rest, to just give in and at least close her eyes. “You don’t even know how to fly this damn thing,” she barked.

“But are you willing to take that chance?”

Back against the pipes, causing another small dent, she fell into rest and let just the cuff hold her to sit up. The earthling leaned over and made sure she wouldn’t miss a stress out of his lips.

“I’m sorry…” he gulped. “I’m not usually this heartless. I used to… But not anymore. As you can tell, I’m desperate. And so are you. I’ll even take the chance of turning you in to the Fleet so they can give me the ship I need in return. But I won't do that unless you cooperate. So what’s it going to be…”

No longer could she help her lips, her hand, shaking to further expose her and her obvious fear. This was his means to intimidate? Stand so close to her she could smell the desperate lengths he’d go through to survive?

“You’re not so keen on that chance,” she scowled. “Neither of us exactly have a choice in this, now do we?”

The earthling pursed his lips, looked over the details stricken on her face, just as she was looking for signs and weaknesses she might deem useful. So far, all she’d deduced was that this idiotic excuse of life wasn’t much to hang onto optimism, but his desperation was getting the best of him. Not optimism. Desperation. And as idiotic as he was, this man could be smart. Might even learn to drive this ship on his own, but she’ll never let him know that.

“No,” he said. “We don’t.”

Like blades from her eyes driving down his own, finally, after too long, the earthling backed off.

She hadn't the time to even think about allowing herself to sleep. Before he even settled on his chair, N/N slipped into a darkness that would bring more relief than it would hurt, as much as she’d convinced herself otherwise; Passed out, more likely than it was sleep, because not even her heightened senses woke her up. As wary as she’d grown to be, she wasn’t awoken by the earthling’s toying with the controls or his footsteps that echoed about the wonky steel flooring.

She was going to need that rest with what awaited before her.

-----

“Wake up.”

So close.

So close, and this man would have internally combusted for reasons too graphic for her to describe. She awoke with her aching back wrongfully arched with the way she leaned against the pipes and stretched out her neck. “You’re gonna help me fly this thing today.”

N/N rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. “I’ll help you crash it and save us both from this misery-“

“What did I say? Cooperate.”

If only looks could kill, this man would have been thrown out into the dark vacuums of the most terrifying black holes, or at least be stabbed, repeatedly, with nothing but her nails. She stretched her arm out when the earthling unlocked one side of the cuff, with her making sure his fingers didn't touch even a speck of her skin, then he dragged her to the cockpit’s co-pilot seat beside him.

With her one arm cuffed to the chair and the other with wires sticking out just above where her elbow would have been, the earthling strapped her with a seatbelt, and if he’d just leaned close enough, she would have bitten his ear off for standing so close. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

“I’m not,” he eased into his seat. “Now. What do I do first?”

It will be positively agonizing, and he will go down as the bane of her very existence. Like a teenager, her bit lips faced out the blank walls, which witnessed her breathy curses.

“Come on,” he pried. “Are you just gonna stay there and pout?”

Still no sound out of her.

“Okay then.” The maniac relaxed, placed his filthy boots on the control board and leaned back to rest his head on his arms. “Guess you’ll just have to die with my voice ringing in and out of your head.”

“It unfortunately takes a lot for me to die naturally.”

“But you will. Just sit there and tell me what to do. No tricks. I’ll know.”

“Will you?”

“Yes. Because I know you don’t have many options. So stop pouting and teach me how to drive this thing so we don’t just float in mid-space.”

Her ghost fist balled up.

Her silence was taking her nowhere, and the earthling would not refrain from staring, waiting for her to speak up, even as a few minutes passed.

“Okay then,” he shrugged. “I’ll just mess around with the buttons-“

The earthling definitely knew what he was doing. That, or he was purposely this immensely stupid. He pressed one red button and the whole ship quivered like it laid on soil about to eat them up.

“STOP THAT!”

He pressed the button again, and the shaking came to an uneasy halt. He looked both terrified and relieved, but his grin looked just as equally punchable.

The exhaust seemed a lot more comfortable than sitting here dealing with his chatter. Might as well get it over with.

“Pull on that throttle to turn up the thrusters,” she groaned. “You’re running too slow.”

“Throttle on.” The earthling eased on the thruster and the ships gained enough speed to keep them steady.

“Keep your hands on the control wheel.”

“You think this thing has autopilot?”

“Unless you want all the fuel gone before you even live to see it, go ahead.”

“Okay. Okay. I got it.”

Her gums were going to hurt at how her teeth picked on them just to calm herself. “All those red buttons on the left? Turn them all off. The last thing we want is to give away our location.”

“What are they for?”

“Turns off all your outgoing signals. They won't find you unless they’ve got a tracker. But keep your eyes on the radar. If you find anything coming our way, pull on the throttle and avoid. This thing doesn’t have the ammo to survive even a Sloop. Now put me back at the exhaust.”

“Not yet.” The earthling did as told and turned off the buttons. “Promise this isn’t a ruse to lead me the wrong way for an ambush?”

“And how could it possibly be a ruse?” She clenched her jaw.

“It helps to be cautious. Do you know where we’re headed?”

She almost forgot she was missing an arm until she tried reaching out to the small screen with the interface displays. “That’s a GPS,” she said. “The Planet Ogawa is our best bet for repairs. It’s not that far.”

The earthling was quick to configure with the interface and a route to the said planet was on the display. “What’s out there?”

“Mostly tourists. Markets. Runaways. It’s as crowded as its sister planet, Somi. There’s a big city with everything the ship needs.”

“Can we get this thing to have the warp drive you mentioned?”

Another internal groan. “It has a warp drive, but it’s too weak. It can barely get out of the parsec with this thing about to collapse. Have it fixed until it’s decent, then go from there.”

“See. You’re not so bad when you’re not constantly threatening bloody murder.”

Bold of him to assume the threats haven’t stopped. In her head, at least.

The earthling let her sit in the cockpit with the ship on-route at a more manageable speed. N/N drew her line of sight away from him, kept on with the windshields and the fog that built up where the air conditioning was facing.

Then it grew too quiet. The earthling was leaning his head past the control wheel, almost pressed his nose against the glass and his eyes wider than his lips were parted.

“What are you doing?” she scoffed.

He probably didn’t even notice his jeans were being ridden down. “I’ve never seen it this close…”

“What?”

“Space.” The breaths out of him, relaxed and sincere. “The stars. And there are galaxies even… I don’t see them a lot.”

“They’re just stars.”

“Those things must be massive. And from here they don’t look bigger than my thumb.”

If there was a way to choke herself with just her tongue, she’d have done so. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I hope not,” he sighed, arms on top of the control wheel as he peacefully laid his chin over his forearms to further hold his mesmerized gaze. “This is too much for anyone to overlook.”

She snorted.

-----

“They don’t have much. But I’m willing to bet there’s a pantry somewhere for emergencies.”

“Spaceships don’t have pantries.”

The rummaging of the drawers, the cupboards, and storage boxes had not stopped since before she even woke up, and she’d slept through the start of it only because her body needed at least a day’s rest. But she couldn’t have even that with her stuck on the floor anyways. The earthling’s dose on the serum had worn out, which meant he was going to need the food to make up for it. A lot of it as well, with the kind of built he had.

And it showed how desperately he tried fishing for any speck of food hidden in even the tightest compartments. As he came out of the small supply room, in his arms were bags of dried non-perishables and a few bottles of water, crackers, chips, the sort. It smelled exactly as they looked: bland and tasteless. It could last him a few days if he wouldn’t be so greedy. But already, he’d opened a bag, settled himself on the floor directly opposite to where N/N was confined to and chewed on the non-perishables like that snack bar he’d eaten at Imia.

“You sure you don’t want any?” He chewed and handed the bag to her. She inched further away. “No.”

“It’s getting cold.”

The internal groan was going to be something she’d hear possibly for the remainder of her life, which won't last so long this way.

“I’m sure.”

After a few nibs, he closed the packet. “I’ll save some for later.”

The storage box, he placed on the desk near a window. With it so close, she watched as he sealed it.

“So do you… never eat at all?”

She’d thought of every possible way she could murder the earthling by then, and her head was getting less and less creative as the day that had gone past. With a frown to shut him up, N/N turned her back away and laid crouching against the wall, closed her eyes, and didn’t speak until she was sure the ship was about to break apart. Thankfully, for that night, it didn’t.

-----

“I’m keeping every possible murder weapon out of your way. I have no guns on me. No sword. No grappling hook. I’ve checked the engine room and I’m only allowing one wrench in there with us- which I’ll be holding, so don’t even try.”

“Do you seriously believe I can do much with my one arm being cuffed to you?”

“I don’t know. You’re unpredictable.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

With the cuff’s radiation, her arm wouldn’t get her past the cockpit’s controls if she even gets anywhere near incapacitating the earthling.

The hatch for the engine room was cramped and narrow, could barely fit two of the earthling if he’d shimmied his way to the bottom. On the floor of the passenger’s area, the earthling pried the hatch open and stepped back. “You first.”

Grunting like a bull, she climbed down the hatch and the earthling followed. What was worse than being cuffed to the exhausts, it seemed, was to be cuffed to this clump of walking bile.

They crouched down the low ceiling until they reached the panel for the thrusters’ fuel.

Cracked fuel cells. If it wasn’t the dangerous radiating smells from the energy containers leaking like a broken skull that’ll be the end of them, the whole compartment was shaking so much that it was a miracle the ship lasted as long as it did. But it’d done its damage. The leak lost them about three, maybe four days of flight time. That and the whole ship’s condition, it probably lost them even more.

“I’m guessing that’s bad.”

“It is.”

“You think they got duct tape stashed somewhere?”

She ignored him. “We need an extra fuel cell.”

At a corner nearby, where she guessed the cell might be, a boxed screwed tight was bolted to the wall. She nodded and the earthling dragged her with him as he unscrewed the bolts. Just one fuel cell was strapped inside, safely with enough cushions to last it five battles. At least the Space Marshal was careful with that, as it didn’t look like he was the least bit with everything else.

“Is this enough?”

“No,” she said just as the earthling took the cell the size of a humanoid’s head with his gloved hands, “but it’ll buy us some time.”

He sat on the hatch, N/N settling beside him, as he worked with the wrench to unlatch the broken cell as per her instructions. “You a space engineer?” he lightly asked after he’d done with the first few screws. With her mouth dry, she turned away.

“Lighten up,” he beamed. “It’s just a question.”

“No.”

“Were you trained at least?”

“Yes.”

“Nice.” The earthling set the broken cell aside. “Could you hand me that-“

By then he’d at least gotten used to her murderous scorns impaling him with her eyes.

“Sorry. Forgot you… don’t have an arm… I’ll get it myself.”

The earthling started screwing in the new fuel cell while she sat watching. His hand felt cold even without it brushing against her finger. From within the gloves, she could feel his skin stiff and firm, like a thin shell of ice encased it. At the same time, his blood was rushing to his head, his heartbeat quickened, and beads of sweat poured out of his hairline. He wiped it with his sleeve and worked the wrench until the new fuel cell lit up and the last screw was on tight.

“Did I do that right?”

N/N nodded quietly. The earthling closed the engines and went up the ladder for the hatch.

“Will that be enough to get us to the planet?”

“No,” she croaked.

He stared at her waiting for more out of her response, but the earthling wouldn’t cuff her back to the exhausts. “Well?”

“What?”

“Do you want to be cuffed next to me for the whole night?”

“Fine,” she scrambled. “Get to the radars and widen its range to at least half a parsec away. When you pick up any activity, drive towards it. But keep the speed at point zero zero five lightyears a minute.”

“There we go.” He cuffed her back to the pipes and by then it was a luxury next to the worn-out leather he had over his shoulders. “Have a nice night.”

-----

It was positively freezing.

Wasn’t that much warmer at the cockpit, it looked, with the earthling fishing the place for the right controls for the thermostat and failing. There might not be one at all, and she wouldn’t be surprised. That or the shells of the ship’s hull had broken apart enough for the cold icicles outside to be blown in. Not that she knew exactly how that would have worked, but it seemed plausible with how ridiculously cold it was. Colder than even the desert.

Smoke out of her lips. Huh. Didn’t see that often.

With her back crouched over and her exposed body she tried concealing-even with her arm cuffed to the pipes-she used her knees instead, bent to her chest, trying to stop the shivering. She thought of anything, everything else, but kept her focus on her skin forming frost and the steel on her body to absorb as much of her heat as she could.

The darkness helped with the cold, too. As if it wasn’t already so dim, they turned off all the bulbs to preserve energy. 0.006 lightyears a minute, and still there was nothing the radars could pick up.

She tried with her breath blowing against her skin, but it only formed even more of the frost on the steel.

“Here…”

Instincts told her to pounce at the sudden sound, but with her cuffed, she couldn’t. It was the earthling, offering her a blanket he’d found in one of the cabinets.

She looked at the blanket, then at him. She tried not to let the shivering sound. “Leave me alone.”

“Just fucking take it.”

No. She wasn’t being nice, offering him the blanket for himself. She let her silence speak for her, didn’t move until the earthling eventually gave up and left.

But just beside her, where she could reach even with the stub of an elbow, he left the blanket for her on the floor, turned away and settled himself into the cockpit with a blanket of his own.

When she was sure he was asleep, N/N unraveled the cloth with her elbow and her teeth, threw it over her shoulders, and laid back.

That must have been why the Space Marshal hadn't fixed the thermostat. He had blankets as warm as a bonfire out of sticks. Before she slept, she watched the earthling, his chest rising as slow as it fell, and he made a little grumbling noise after each time.

----

“Holy shit-“

Well, it wasn’t as if she expected any good to come out of this at all, much less anything productive, or life-saving; If she were honest, it didn’t feel like much of an objective anymore. With the ship shaking like it somehow came across a hurricane in the middle of literal space where there wasn’t any air at all, she stuck her boot up to the controls and lowered the throttle just to give them any shot of a life.

The ship slowed, and the earthling turned off the button he’d mistakenly pressed. “Okay,” he panted, “I’m putting a piece of tape over that that says do not press.”

“Or you could just not press it like I specifically told you not to.”

“There are at least six thousand buttons on this entire control board, N/N.” The stress on her name made her hiss. “I can't remember everything. Back at home the most complicated thing I ever drove was a car with a hood shaped like a bat,” he coughed, then he pulled out a bag of dried crisps he’d set aside and chewed louder than a pig. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“I don’t care. Push on the throttle.”

She tried to sound unbothered, but ended up watching him eat the crisps, only just realizing the twisting just beneath her chest that started the past few days.

“Don’t you mean pull?”

“No. You need to slow down. Look.”

Not far away were white specks that resembled loose crumbs on black fabric. Growing larger as they drew closer, the earthling squinted at the sight. “What is that?”

“That’s an asteroid belt.”

“Do we need to turn back? Or go around it?”

“No. It might not look much from here, but it’ll eat up a good fraction of our fuel if we move up the ordinate.”

“Which means?”

“We have to go through it. So slow down before you crash us into a rock.”

The earthling pushed the throttle until the ship merely floated into the vacuum, and the thrusters calmed enough for the cockpit to grow silent.

But as they neared the belt, still it was with quietness, the kind she’d prayed for the last few days, or has it been weeks?

Because it looked like the earthling was enthralled by even floating clusters of rocks surrounding them as he gently maneuvered the vessel.

“Be careful…”

“I am. Don’t worry.”

Any further and his face would have stuck against the thick glass. He might not have even the sense to move away. Thousands of them, as large as the ship they were in, were suspended as if tied to strings. Some were as unmoving as a star, some whisking themselves into the airless space like it had life. Some were dark, some as white as glaring plasma. One the size of half the ship hovered over their heads, gentle like it was a flare of light, and the earthling marveled with it just above the windshield and even tapped lightly onto the glass before it floated away.

“Wow…”

Nearby was a planet she couldn’t recognize, where the belt was orbiting nearby and it shone an emerald green the same as the oceans when it wasn’t so blue. And above it, the stormy, unruly clouds that spattered its skies with gray. From there, the hurricanes she could see, pulling the tides of the green ocean they probably couldn’t survive in.

She interrupted his gazing and groaned. “Eyes on the belt.”

“Sorry… I’ve never been to another planet before.”

“For fuck’s sake,” she snorted. “Your amusement astounds me.”

“You’d at least admit that looks breathtaking. Even the asteroids.”

“I’ve seen better.”

“Sure. But do you really stop and watch them pass by?”

“Would you stop and watch birds fly over your head?”

The earthling laughed at her. “You must have been traveling a lot in your life to compare asteroids to birds.”

“I have. They’re not that different.”

“If not the rocks, it’s the planet. The stars. At least, get where I’m coming from.”

“I do. You come from a bleak, sad little place with no view of the stars or planets or anything interesting within the parsec that you know of.”

“That is… very true,” he chuckled.

“Whatever. Just keep your eyes on the- watch out!”

He swerved the ship just before the asteroid would have scraped the hull, smoother than she would have thought he’d get away with. A breath of air smoked out his lips, and with that, he laughed. She didn’t laugh with him, but she wasn’t stabbing him with her glares, either, even when she probably should.

After long, they left the threshold, back into the safety of nothingness, and the earthling pulled the throttle back to gain speed. It was only then when she’d laid back against her seat and shut her eyes to rest.

“Was there a point where you did, though?”

“Hmm?”

She didn’t sound so hostile that time.

“Where you star gazed…”

Even with the hours that ticked, the hours she couldn’t count, the hours that could not be counted with there not having any definite measure of time, an answer hadn't come up. Not out her lips. Not in her head.

-----

The blanket wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

N/N stuck it between her teeth, bit onto it just to suppress the twisting. She hoped, and fucking prayed they’d last long enough to not get to this point, but what she hadn't thought was how long it’d been since they left. It had to have been a week at least. The earthling grew thinner, with his rationed food and portioned water. Sometimes, she could hear his stomach make sounds and he’d laugh it off while she’d groan disgusted.

But this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not for another few days. With how she crouched over, the sawed arm clutching to her stomach like it did anything to ease it at all, it grew worse every minute she dwelled.

The earthling came out of the cockpit and saw her just before she picked herself up and forced her face to be as blank as it could convincingly be, but not even that was enough of an effort. Her lips were close to bleeding.

“You alright?” he gently asked.

Couldn’t look him in the eye if she tried. It hurt to even move her head.

“Are you-”

Her hissing interjected, and by then it wouldn’t have mattered if she were broadcasted live or if she were left in a ditch. Her cries were nothing she could hide.

The earthling was slow to approach her, like creeping up an untamed, wild beast with an outstretched hand. She forced herself to at least look at him in the eye, have some remnant of pride.

“You’re hungry…” he said. “Aren’t you?”

To never look as pathetic as a dried fish washed onto shore, hoping a hand was kind enough to pick it up and throw it back into the ocean, that was one of the many promises she’d made for herself, and it had to turn to this to have it broken. With her missing arm, she picked herself back up to rest against the wall, panting like she’d run a lightyear. Then dangerously so, she closed her eyes.

A gentle ‘yes’ rolled out of her tongue easier than she would have liked.

What she hadn't expected was for him to look at her like she’d told a lie, which she had, in a sense. She said she didn’t eat- never said she had to. The earthling went out into the supply compartments for a minute and took out one of the non-perishables.

“Here…” In front of her, he stood on one knee and handed her the bag.

She didn’t bark nor grimace like she did when he stood so close. Instead, rolling her eyes low and tired, she shrugged and showed the earthling her only working hand being strapped to the exhaust and unable to move.

“Right.”

He gave her the bag where she could reach it. “Don’t eat too- much…”

She’d poured half of it into her mouth and swallowed the minute it reached her tongue. Tasteless, bland, but it’ll eventually lessen the twisting. “That was one of our last bags…”

“Hmm.” She almost wanted to apologize.

“You could have told me,” he said. “I wasn’t going to starve you.”

Perhaps he was tired as well. He sounded like it- like he was beaten up. “The only reason I have you cuffed is so you don’t claw my eyes out.”

And it grew worse, the fact that N/N didn’t even have the drive to push him away when the earthling settled on the floor next to her- near enough that if he’d lean in, she could smell his lack of a shower. But that didn’t even disgust her. All it was she could take notice of was the ground that no longer trembled as if it’d been drained of life just as she had been.

“Why did you lie?”

He was sincere and calm, and to that, she wasn’t sure what to say. Closing her eyes wasn’t going to whisk her away from here. And frankly, she had no idea where she’d go if she could. Anywhere else and she’d be dead. Worse than dead.

The earthling was mulling the same way she was, with nothing but the dark around them and the dimmest glimmer of the stars their only bulb. He was fidgeting with his fingers, an odd little habit she’d taken notice of.

“Pride isn’t worth your life. Believe me.”

Spoken from the heart. She knew because it was beating eerily slow, and he sounded as if nothing truer had left his lips.

Perhaps it would be that turning point she needed, to fight through her own demons.

“Can you uncuff me?” She whispered, as if she didn’t even want him to hear her ask.

His dead, unmatched silence. Oftentimes, what she’d catch him in, at nights he chose to bask into the quietness and wouldn’t utter a muffle. And with it, came his dark, piercing, blank stare at the uneven floor. He heard her.

“Please?”

It was so subtle, no human could have picked it up.

But in the end, he just mumbled: “I’m sorry…”

He left the floor, but it wasn’t to her disappointment. N/N wasn’t bothered, at the very least. If she were him, she wouldn’t have uncuffed her either.

-----

On his head, the earthling slid on his bright red helmet, with eyes glowing white and a frown etched where its lips would be. Just that day, they’d rewired his communicators to connect to the Dragonfly, where she can lead him to the fuel cells. On the interface display, the Space Marshal who owned the ship had on its database the ship they’d target, its manufacturer, and access to its blueprints.

The moment the radars went off, the earthling pulled her out from the exhausts and cuffed her to the cockpit. It was coming- fast. Almost three times as large as their ship. “Okay,” the earthling breathed. “What do we do first?”

“We plunder. You have your guns?”

“Yes, I have them in the ba-we what?”

“We plunder. You’re going to go in there, take their supplies and as many fuel cells as you can. Why else would I make you find any sign of active life floating around space?”

“Isn’t that, I don’t know, illegal?”

“You’re here with a pirate. What other methods did you think I’d suggest?”

“I don’t know. Ask for help like any normal person.”

“Not everyone’s out to help you.”

“Is this the ruse you told me you weren’t gonna do? Are you just gonna drive off and leave me behind?”

“Cuff me to the exhausts if it makes you feel any better,” she groaned, “but I think I’d be smart enough not to drive away with half a fuel cell keeping me up.”

“Fair enough.”

They drove the ship to the port side of their target and left the ship on hover. The Dragonfly, as the earthling liked to call it, had a Space Marshal’s transport pod- the prime indicator of the kind of owner it has. The pod was a narrow space that had a room separate from the cargo, divided by a dilating door at its back connecting to the ship, and the other, a concave-shaped glass stronger than any metal it broke into. The Marshal steps into the pod, pulls a lever, then the pod detaches itself from the ship and latches onto its target like a magnet drawn by an unseeable force. It was quick to move as well. When the glass side hits the target ship, it opens up and allows the Marshal to get inside and arrest whatever criminal they’d hijack into. Afterward, they get back into the pod and they’d be reeled back in with its connector tubes. It doubled as an escape pod; If needed, the Marshal could just jump inside and leave the ship with enough fuel to last him a lightyear.

The earthling packed every gun and sword he had on him and stretched his neck. “I’m not going to kill anyone.”

“Whatever. Just grab whatever you can find, and follow my voice.”

“Gotcha.”

The earthling stepped into the pod, and it detached from the ship, quickly propelling itself onto the target’s port side hatch. She couldn’t see him open the glass, but on the interface, a bright red dot was glowing on the target’s blueprint.

“I see you. The cargo room’s at the center. Take a left, then go straight down the hall until you see an end.”

The red dot followed suit.

“Who owns this ship?” he said relaxed, and he was taking his time moving down the corridors.

“I don’t know, but it looks like some kind of high-security prison.”

“How so?”

“There’s a lot of rooms- small ones. And the blueprints I got come from a manufacturer known to work with the galactic federation.”

“The police?” she heard him swallowed. “Couldn’t have picked a less dangerous target, N/N?”

“We’ve been flying for a week. This is our best shot. Have you reached the cargo?”

“Almost. I’m at the end.”

“Turn right.”

It went smoothly, and the red dot on the interface didn’t unexpectedly halt or even disappear. Maybe it was stupid of her not to demand being uncuffed at least for now. If he died, she’d have no way out of this mess.

“You’re nearing the cargo. See any lookouts?”

“I hear ‘em. But I don’t see- here. I think I see the cargo room.”

She could hear air escaping a small vacuum, and what might be a door splitting open. His marker moved forward, and with N/N’s lips between her teeth, the earthling stopped just by a corner.

“Found the crates for food and water.”

“The fuel cells should be there, too.”

“I’m on i- shit.”

There was fumbling, shifting, hiding, it sounded like. If there were crates, he’d probably hidden inside one of them. She couldn’t hear voices from any language she could recognize. But there were footsteps- loud ones. And the earthling cursing beneath his breath profanities she couldn’t even recognize.

“What’s wrong?”

“Guards…” he whispered.

She could hear his heartbeat still, and its frantic thrashing soon matched her anxious dwellings, watching over the red dot like it was a life machine holding her up. The footsteps that had gone soon came back but eventually grew fainter at each step.

After a minute’s silence, the dot continued to move. “They’re gone.”

“Good. The fuel cells. If there’s an engine room nearby, it’s probably stored inside it.”

There was more fumbling she couldn’t see, crates being opened, rummaging through supplies and a lot of it being stuffed into a bag he’d carried with him.

“I think I found an engine room. I’m gonna try to pry it open.”

There was the sound of the wrench, screws, and bolts being undone. Then a metal hatch swung open, from what she could hear. Footsteps on steel flooring. Exhaust pipes whistling. The earthling coughing through the smoke.

“Found it.”

“Good.” She watched the red dot leave the cargo room, faster than it had come in. “There might be-“

Blasters. Footsteps. Roars in tongues she couldn’t understand. The earthling cursing loud enough for the whole ship to hear.

“Shit. Did they find you?”

“Can't talk now. Kinda busy.”

The red dot was moving fast, all the while he was fighting through a shootout with nothing but two handguns and a blade. He reached the end, turned just as fast as a car would have drifted. Then his communicators went off and the red dot disappeared from the blueprint.

“You there?”

Nothing. Not a sound.

“Jason,” she swallowed. Outside the windshield, the transport pod hadn't moved.

Prepare her funeral, she guessed. Not long after and the guards will get to her, if she doesn’t get dragged along if they go into warp drive and disintegrate.

Like the blood in her came to a stop, in her veins and what was left of it. N/N leaned against her seat and stared out into the stars.

BAM!

The transport pod should not have crashed back into its place in the Dragonfly the way it did, and its door looked close to just breaking off its hinges when it dilated open and the earthling came running for the cockpit, a full bag of supplies over his shoulder.

“They’re coming!” he screamed. “How do we get this thing to go fast?”

“Go into warp drive!”

Outside, the guards were jumping out of the open hangars without even a ship or a jetpack to help them fly. Their thrusters were none but at the soles of their feet; the blasters she’d heard not blasters at all, but plasma beams shooting out of the palms of their hands. Their bodies were not suits, nor skin, nor even flesh, but resembled raw muscles of a humanoid compacted within an armor of green over its shoulders and hips.

And their faces were nothing but a horrific skull, cracked bones, with half their jaw missing from their mouth and green eyes that glowed beyond space’s lack of light.

Oh.

So that’s who they messed with.

“Pull the throttle, NOW!!!”

The ship quivered like a hand had grabbed onto its hull and shook it like a baby’s rattle. Then it was the stars, morphed into light strings, and the dark blankness between those very stars burst into inconceivably blinding brightness. The stars that left, with not even light fast enough to catch up to their speed, the Dragonfly tore through the fabric of space and propelled itself into that very point where the light had stopped.

When the ship found its place about thirty lightyears away from where they’d left, the earthling looked just about as frazzled as a furry animal on its first joy ride. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes locked onto the glass like he’d seen ghosts from his horrific past.

“That was...” he swallowed, scramming to find any coherent thought to muster, “terrifying.”

Frankly, she couldn’t help but do the same. Relieved beyond imaginable, she threw herself against her seat and realized she hadn't breathed since that very shortcoming.

“Fuck…” the earthling panted.

“Did you get everything?”

He nodded, pointed at the sack he’d left on the floor with his thumb.

“About ten fuel cells and a month’s supply of food and water…”

“Good…”

The earthling laughed at himself, grabbed his hair with his hand, and pulled hard enough until he laughed even more. She didn’t laugh with him.

“Next time we steal from a ship,” he sighed. “Make sure it isn’t Brainiac’s prison transport we’re dealing with.”

“Noted.”

-----

It should have terrified her; how the lack of light, the eerie silence, the company of no other but one man, embedded onto herself despite her history of wariness and caution. And by then, she’d gotten used to even the footsteps of heavy boots she was once so watchful of.

It did not mean she wasn’t careful, or at least anticipating that the settlement would eventually backfire and remind her (once again) why being watchful was never a liability, had always worked to her favor, and has kept her alive despite a lifestyle not many would survive a month of.

But what was horrifying to know was how he’d taken far too long- too many days- to wait before he’d inevitably attack, to the point where his presence no longer perked up her ears, or bring her sentence to their heights, or at the very least, watch where his hands were so she’d at least know what was coming for her.

It wasn’t until he’d stood on his knee, knelt in front of her where she slept near the exhausts, blanket over her shoulders and a half-eaten packet of dried crisps at her feet, when she’d awoken from her tireless sleep, facing him closer than she would have allowed.

Perhaps, it was that day, when she realized her strive for survival encompassed her hostility, and she stared back through the dim flares of light from the Andromeda galaxy beyond them, from the stars, the flames from faraway supernovas from thousands of years ago, and even the comets somewhere she no longer could find. N/N looked startled, cautious, would not admit to being afraid, but she pressed her back against the wall to keep her distance, which was not so much with how close he stood from her.

Her hand instinctively flinched away just as he reached for the cuffs, and perhaps it was that day when he’d gotten every use out of and dispose her.

But between his fingers was the key to the handcuffs, and the radiation from the steel powered off. Already, her arm felt firmer- more solid. Bewildered, though without a remark, she watched him remove the cuffs from the exhaust. Still, he did not take his eyes off her.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you,” he quietly said. “Try anything, and you’ll regret it.”

She had heard him speak with a voice so soft, and that was not the same then. He sounded raw, unfiltered- his demons in an outcry he’d tried to contain. It was a mix of all that: of guilt, sincerity, unwillingness to be inhumane.

Her throat was coarse, provoked by a sharp nail somewhere in her neck. “I won't. I promise.”

She did not know if she lied, or if it were barely half the truth.

But he must have taken that judgment for himself, seeing how her eyes would divert themselves away, or if they stayed like an unblinking owl; if they shook, uneased, or if they laid calm and not look away, he watched. And perhaps she was telling the truth, one she didn’t know, because with his face so awfully close, warming her skin with his timely breaths, it was so he could tell if at all it was the right choice.

He took the cuffs off her hands, set them aside with the key still in his pocket so she would not take it for herself.

She could tell he doubted his own decision more than he should have allowed himself to give in, seeing as how slowly he moved, watching her wrist stretch and every twitch out of the tips of her fingers anticipating her next move. But she did not attack, not even when she had expectations of her own. The dreams, the wishes, the countless days imagining his many deaths. When given the chance, it seemed, she stayed still.

It was all but the quiet songs that came with the vast skies, the billion lights, like keys played by a hand so calm and dainty. He did not speak a word after that and he stood, walked back to the cockpit to rest with a gun to his hip.

N/N took the seat at his side, quiet as to not startle him. She noted his side-eye, however, and how they would not leave until he was sure she wouldn’t pounce. But she did not look back, even when she should be maintaining the same caution.

Instead, she laid her chin on her now free hand, settled against the cushioned seat.

“Thank you,” she felt the need to say.

Then, it was as good as dawn.

The loss of an arm cost her a great fraction of her strength.

If he dies, she’ll die, having nowhere else to go and the whole fleet probably hunting her like a dog.

And she was never one to trust an earthling: a race infamous for being weak, unremarkable, vulnerable, and naïve.

But this earthling lived through the storms of a desert planet, survived the beatings for the fleet’s countless physical tests, broke through her grip one too many times (which did not happen so often), and fought through a shootout against Brainiac's minions.

She watched as the Dragonfly hovered many lightyears away from a star cluster of the millions, glittering of many golds and silvers like the shine of many gems, scattered about until their combined light unites at the blinding center. Right then, the possibility of finding a ship strong enough to help her disappear no longer seemed so inconceivable.

So was the fact that Jason just might be her best chance of surviving, as much as it burned her to admit.

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Submission (PART 2)

A/n: so... this took a while. Hope this is good :”))) All characters are aged up as per usual!! Warnings: NSFW +18, this is a smut (ofc), handcuffs, unprotected sex, sliight yandere.

His fingers nestle inside you, cold thumb pressing against your nub hard. His stare was cold, malice glittered with such ferocity that your heart stopped for a moment. This wasn’t the sweet Deku you met four years back. The one that stuttered and laughed shyly when you flirted with him. This wasn’t the one that made you pancakes and cuddled you for long hours on the couch.

This Deku was the one you hated.

The one that pushed your buttons. The one that lived to see you mad. The one that held you tight to his chest and made your heart beat become vibrations. The one that held your body by the strings, shackling you to his alluring aura.

His lips enclose yours, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his fingers scissor you, stroking with utmost precision. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew what to do by memory, but how he remembered was the last thought on your mind right now.

“Iz.. Iz…”

His name was trembling from your lips. He smirked.

“Go on love, what’s my name?”

His free hand tips your chin up, a condescending glaze sending burning embers through your veins. The name rolls from your tongue, any semblance of your resistance crumbling in his touch.

“Izuku…!”

A hard press on your nerves made you shudder in absolute euphoria. The cuffs made a rattling noise as he softly chuckles.

“Mhm, don’t wear it out too much now.”

His fingers curled into your sopping walls, feeling you clench and curse around them. You could feel them reignite fires in your stomach, fires that you thought had been doused long ago. Your pitiful cries grow louder, the cuffs jangling fervidly to try and free themselves. Your hands longed to roam down his beautiful chest, pull his curls and get your lips together, to feel his abs rippling under your lips, to feel his pecs just beneath your fingertips.

“Izuk-“

His lips crash onto yours, heat flaring to your cheeks at sudden intensity. His tongue was hot and silky, the piercing leaving a slight metallic taste in your mouth. It was sloppy, it was breathtaking, it was all you needed to become putty in his hands.

His fingers leave your soaking cunt, the cold air hitting it and making your thighs rub again.

“C’mon, your turn.”

You look at him quizzically as he rolls his eyes.

“Dumbass.”

He shoves you down to your knees, unbuckling his belt.

“Don’t make me use this on you sweets.” He smacks the belt on his palm twice, a resonating ‘smack’ bouncing in the room’s walls. “Only brats need the belt, and you’re not a brat, right?”

You hated his fucking eyes. His eyes would be one day the death of you. The way they looked down on you, how they devoured you and rendered you useless in every single situation had you fuming. He cleared his throat.

“I expect an answer, sweets.”

“Y-Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Deku.”

A smile paints itself onto his face. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

With a bit of rustling, his jeans and boxers hit the floor. He kicks them behind him.

Now if there was ever a pretty cock, Deku’s was fucking gorgeous.

The tip was red, angry from being withheld in his boxers, precum dribbling at the top. It was an average length, but gods was it girthy. It could stretch you in ways you couldn’t get from anyone else. Just like the rest of his body, freckles speckled on his dick like constellations. They were like the sprinkles on a cake, the finishing touch to perfection.

“Whatcha staring for huh?” He smacked the belt again, eyes cold and hard. “Get to it.”

Begrudgingly, you shuffle to him, coming face to face with his cock. You look up at him, and he looks down at you.

“Go on,” he says, “or do you need encouragement?”

You shake your head.

You face back to the cock in front of you. You start with open-mouthed kisses from the base to the top, earning soft grunts of approval and content from the male receiving. You trail the flat of your tongue against the underside of his member, lazily flicking up after the head. It was just how he liked it.

You watch him carefully as you do this, watching his eyebrows knit together and eyes screw shut, watching the tip of his ears turn a rosy shade of red as he hisses.

“Fuck…”

You take the head of his cock and suck, a low groan leaving his plush lips. Still sensitive, like you remembered. You felt his hands run through your hair as you let more of him into your mouth, easing yourself onto him.

However, you didn’t expect him to push your head all the way.

“You were taking too long.”

Your gag reflex was strong, but sudden movements like that makes life harder. Tears prick the corner of your eyes in pain, eventually accustoming to his length. You could feel hm pull your hair, humming.

“Aw… Haven’t sucked dick in a while huh?”

You mumbled under your breath. He pulled you off of him, your scalp aching from his strong grip.

“What did you say?”

You pant, albeit breathless. Nevertheless, you get the words out of you.

“Not like you’d know.”

He laughs at your statement, his cackles almost sounding maniac.

“Cocky aren’t we?” He giggles. “I nearly forgot how fun you were.”

In one swift motion, he pins you to the wall. The handcuffs clash against the plaster. Your breath leaves your lungs in a whooshing movement, coughing as he comes close to you.

“No one’s like you, sweets. No one hates me like you do. No one despises me like you do.” His lips hover over yours, and you could feel his breath over your lips. “Yet, no one loves me like you do. No one wants me like you do. No one needs me like you do.”

His lips press gently onto yours, not a kiss, but you felt skin upon skin. “So instead of staying in that horrid hate-love cycle…” Deku’s eyes were downcast.

“… why don’t you just let me love you?”

He was so close, your bodies were up against each other, you could feel his heart beating fast just by being near you. He felt so warm…

You swallow down the fuzzy feelings. This man was obsessive! He’d write a whole journal on your every movement, take photos from rooms you didn’t even know had a window, and would find you WHEREVER you were. He was scary. He was not to be trusted.

So why did you melt in his touch?

Why did you let his lips touch yours so delicately, something only lovers would do?

Why did you let him see you so vulnerable, to order you around and wrap you around his finger?

His lips were still, waiting for an answer. Your mind felt like goo, nothing coherent coming to the surface, only that he was right in front of you, waiting.

“I love you.”

Those three words made your heart soar and fall at the same time. Those three words made you angry and happy. Sweet, sour. Being weak and in power. They mixed your bubbling pot of emotions even further, when it was already a mess to begin with.

Your mouth opens ever so slightly, his lips mimicking your movement. The words you wanted to say however, were stuck. You were choking, choking on nothing and everything.

“I…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He says, moving away a bit, the cool air on your face a bittersweet refreshment. “I know you’re gonna say-“

“I love you too.”

He stops. He looks at you in complete confusion, eyes blinking in surprise. You hated to admit it, but even with his creepy tendencies, you knew he was a good guy. You knew he was kind, caring and romantic. You knew he’d never hurt someone for no good reason. You knew he was everything you wanted and more.

You loved him.

“Really?” Deku’s eyes were bright, glittering with joy. “You mean it right? You’re not gonna leave again, right?”

You almost felt guilty now, for breaking up all those years ago. Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe the girls were wrong. Maybe you had to give him another chance. You were just peer-pressured into it by Mina and the gang, but didn’t know Deku like you did, right?

“Here, let me get those off you.”

He brings your hands down, freeing you from the cuffs. They drop to the floor with a clatter. Your eyes flicker from the cuffs back to him. Your eyes met. He approaches you, and this time, you don’t step away.

“May I?”

His hand tips your chin, but it’s different. It’s soft, it’s affectionate, it’s tender. You nod, never taking your eyes off him. He leans down; your noses touch.

A kiss.

It was like a contract.

A contract binding you to him.

He pushes you against the wall again, lifting your legs up and apart. His dick was still fully erect, pulsing, throbbing. His eyes were on you.

“Ready?”

His tone sounded so warm, soothing. You nod again. He pushes into you slowly, stretching you, taking great care to make sure you were okay. You felt loved. You felt cared for. You felt full.

“… I’m gonna move now.”

His thrusts were loving. They explored you, they filled you, like a missing piece of a puzzle you never could’ve solved on your own. You wrap your legs tight around him, letting his hands intertwine with yours. He was so close to you. He was so good to you.

“Iz-Iz…” The whine spills from your swollen lips. “F-fuc-”

He nips your neck, making you arch your back into him. Small marks bloomed across your neck and chest. Deku was meticulous, making sure there was no space left without some attention. You could hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you, sweet, sweet nothings that left your mind even messier than before.

He re-angles himself a little, hips coming onto yours with a loud ‘slap’. He brushes against your walls, teasingly rubbing your g-spot.

“Izuku!!” You buck into him, desperate to get that pleasure again. He smiles.

“Sorry sweets, I couldn’t help it.” He kisses your jaw. “You’re adorable like this.”

So he rubs again, and again, and again, until you saw stars. You grip his hands tight, knot unfolding.

“Izuku!!!”

He doesn’t answer, so you cum. The pleasure sends a current through your veins, a shuddering moan leaving you. Deku doesn’t stop, instead he carries you onto the sofa, the punishing pace from before getting quicker, his length going deeper.

“W-wait!-“

Your words were nothing. Any attempt at begging or pleading were deaf against his ears. Your walls squeezed tight around him, as if trying to slow him down. The action only spurred him further, the wet squelching sounds reverberating shamelessly. It was only a matter of moments when you felt the feeling rise up again, bubbling in your stomach.

“Izu… ku!”

A quiet growl comes from the back of his throat as he pinched your nipples. “What, sweets?”

“I-I-I-“

He doesn’t let you finish, his lips entangling with yours. It was heated, it was hot. He tasted like strawberries, sickenly sweet. Each kiss was like drinking saltwater. You’d drink and drink, but never felt quenched. Your skin was stained red as he cradled you close, his cock exploring every crevice, every nook and cranny within you. He pulls his lips away from yours, eyes piercing into you.

“Who do you belong to?”

His eyes were dark. Forest green turning to jade. You could barely say anything, let alone reply.

“Who?” He asks again, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Y-you.”

He shakes his head, rolling your nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. “Who?”

“I… Iz…”

You could feel your whole-body trembling, your whole being quivering beneath him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips pushed hard against his. You could feel electricity crackle down your spine, the building pressure making everything in your vision go white.

“IZUKU!”

Hearing what he wanted, Deku lets himself release, a heavy thick load spilling into you. He lets your back rest against the sofa’s surface, staying in that position so you got every single drop in you. It was hot, viscous, and so filling. You let your tongue hang out in a pant as more came out of him.

“So…” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Wanna go for a round two?”

Despite your hate, your despise, your disgust, you had been pulled back into submission.

You were always his, you just needed a little reminder~

#deku smut #yandere deku #deku x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku smut #midoriya smut #izuku midoria x reader #deku top #midoriya izuku #smut

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spartanxhunterx · 5 years ago

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So late the party has left.

Ok, I've had this submission from @starmage2 for ever and just got around to it now.

As a heads up I've changed the 'Alien invasion ' to Gorilla Grodd invasion instead. Same general thing though.

Paris was not a place the flash visited often or even with purpose. A city of calm and peace that was unaffected by the world's crazies, maniacs and supervillians. There has never been a reason to be in Paris, for anyone from the league. Aside from maybe taking a superspeed shortcut or flying well above the city to make time to ones real destination.

But now Flash, or Barry Allen to those close to him, feared that the millennia long peace was going to be broken. News had spread that Gorilla Grodd, One of Flash's Rivals, had snuck his way to Paris, France, with plans to use De-evolution devices to regress the human population for his own uses.

That was Not something the justice league was going to ignore, it would be like ignoring an upstart villain or a call for aid. Such things were not taken lightly.

he had long since past Paris' border and was making his way to the Eiffel tower, Where the rest of the Justice league members that were joining him would be meeting up with him. It was considered the most neutral and hidden spot in Paris after dark.

Still, he indulged himself by taking the long scenic route, confident that he would beat everyone there. Except for maybe superman but who cares about that?

So it was a huge surprise, when passing the Louvre, that a large portal opened in front of him and before he could redirect himself he was already through to the other side, his feet skid against the oiled floor as he tumbled into a pre-placed net. The trap triggered and the next thing he knew he was tied up and dangling a foot off the floor.

Ignoring the oncoming footsteps he tried twisting his limbs, if he could move just the slightest amount he could friction burn the ropes around him to free him. It wasn't until he felt something pointy touch his chest and a hand guide his chin that he looked at the perpetrators. There were three, one female, two males.

one guy looked like he was dressed up as a monkey with a Bo Staff, the girl like a bee and the other guy... Well he wasn't sure up he was going to guess a horse due to the horseshoe they had.

"Watch it speedy." The girl talked, a hint of smug laced in her voice. "Try to vibrate your way out of that and I'll stick you to the spot."

" do you have any idea who I am? What kind of trouble you'll be in for doing this? " Cause he knew the rest of the team would be suspicious if he wasn't at least the second person there, these three were playing a dangerous game and he wasn't in the mood to deal with more wannabe villains.

"The Flash," the horse? Started , gesturing to his tied up self. "Fastest man alive, scarlet speedster, defender of Central City. And if my suspicions are correct, Barry Allen. "

flash sputtered slightly, voice cracking with his next words. "W-What, No!"

" Ha! Instant denial! " The monkey exclaimed as he pointed to him before clapping the other guy on the shoulder. " You got it right on the head Pegasus."

OK, Pegasus, one name down. "So, you the ring leader here?" He turned to him and Barry realised he couldn't make out his expression due to his dark glasses, who wears sunglasses at night?

"No. I'm more of the... Tactical analysis type. Information provider and long term planner." He pointed to the other two. " My cohorts here are Abeille and roi singe. "

"The more important thing here, is why is the justice league here in Paris when you've been banned from entering."

" What! When did this happen!? "

"Six years ago."

Flash stared dumbfounded at the three, all attempts to escape forgotten. The JL was banned from Paris? And had been for six years? "Why?"

" Oh please. " Abeille scoffed as she picked up her discarded coffee drink, taking a slow sip to force tension to grow. "Don't act like you don't know why, you're fully aware and if not?... Ask Green lantern."

Roi singe's Bo Staff let out a chime and he slid open the panel to reveal the communicator. "Anything on your end yet?" The voice on the other end was feminine, the three Parisian heroes easily recognized Ladybugs voice.

" Yeah actually, managed to bag the Flash, trap worked like a Charm. "

"The Flash? Interesting. See what he knows, we've got reports of odd noises coming from an old abandoned warehouse. Me, Viper And Ry are gonna check it out, Chats on the way to you and so are some local Officers, let them deal with the Flash. "

"So, what are you doing here Speedy wonder?" Pegasus smacked Roi on the chest before turning his critical gaze to the tied up hero.

"What he means is, why are you hear and who else should we expect, I doubt you came to Paris for a holiday. You shouldn't have been caught by this trap, you react too fast, you were occupied with something."

" The JL had received reports that Grodd, Gorilla Grodd, has made his way to Paris. Nothing good had ever come from him being anywhere near humans so we sent a team to deal with it before too much damage can arise. "

The three of them looked at each other skeptically, since when did the JL care about collateral damage?

"Ok, meet up point, now."

" You think I'm gonna tell that to a bunch of upstart villains? "

There was a moment of silence before the three of them burst out laughing, Roi had to prop himself up by his staff while Abeille almost doubled over. When she was done she splashed the remains of her, now cold, coffee over the heroes face.

"Villains? Really?" She sneared pulling the heroes face closer to hers. "We are the heroes of Paris, Defenders of France, part of the Miracle team. If you ever get the chance, ask Diana what a Miraculous is... And she will know, any statement to the contradictory is a lie."

"Now, meet up location?"

" Eiffel tower. "

" Who will be there? "

"Batman, Superman, Wonder woman, Green lantern And Robin."

"Good. Officer Cuff him and give him a cell." Unknown to The Flash several officers had arrived, they quickly slapped on some anti-meta handcuffs before removing him from the net , shoving the 'hero ' into the police car before driving away.

"Chat's on his way to the tower, let's give him some back up."

It was twenty minutes later, the use of two vemons, one uproar and the combined might of Pegasus, Abeille, Roi singe, Chat Noir and Carapace to subdue the heroes who had been waiting for the Flash.

Not that the flight was difficult, not while Green lanterns ring was on the Fritz and couldn't form a single thing, Superman was Frozen in place, Along with Robin, Batman was being held in a restraint by Carapace and Diana had been given a fright by being teleported way above them for a few moments before she and Green lantern were tied up in Abeille's Wire.

it was a good thing the team was well within their mid twenties, had they been teens their miraculous would have run out by now. Instead they could cast their powers as much as they wished while only gaining some exhaustion if they went too far. Without the fear of de-transforming.

"Well... That was easy." Roi Singe leaned against the frozen Form of Robin, not bothered by the fact that the violent vigilant was frozen mid-strike.

"I don't think..." Carapace grunted as he tightened his grip to Batmans arms , keeping a hold above his elbows so he could keep the man's arms behind his back. "Getting the drop on unsuspecting people AND freezing their power player," his head jutted to superman, where Chat Noir was happily sitting on his shoulders as he played with his tool. "Can be considered a fight, more like a slaughter really. "

"I agree." Abeille nodded as she tugged her two captives closer to her, without missing a beat she sat on the Amazonian's back before propping her feet up on Green lanterns head. "So, greenie, recognise us?"

"Should I?" He tried to move his head from under the bee hero's foot but was quickly met with the heel of said foot impacting the back of his head. "Hey, what was that for!?"

" You really don't recognise me Hal Jordan? " Chat Noir growled out as he leaped off supermans shoulders before lifting the other others face with his baton.

Said hero stiffened at his name and the Cat Hero took it as his cue to continue. "The justice League receive, over a period of three years, a large amount of calls for aid from France, Paris specifically."

Both Batman and Wonder woman ceased their resistance as they heard this, why was this the first time they were hearing it?

"From two, young, barely teen, kids. Who had far too much responsibility thrusted onto them, who had to fight a maniac who mind controlled and powered up people who were experiencing negative emotion. "

"He targeted kids... A lot."

" What? " Despite their age and experience many of those present flinched at the harshness in Batmans voice, Pegasus turned to him, emotion hidden behind his darkened glasses.

"The butterfly Miraculous of Transmission is able to find people who experience strong emotion, be they negative or positive and empower them based on the current circumstances, like say... "

He paused as he tried to find a viable scenario to use.

"Ok, if you say someone falling from a tall tower and you really wanted to save them, a butterfly weilder could empower you and give you flight, either by giving you wings or... Making you like him." He pointed to superman.

"Hawkmoth, however, would wait until you had negative emotions, being dumped, bullied, fired so on and so forth normally caused these things and he would make it possible to get revenge, with the exception being that they HAD to get Ladybug And Chat Noirs miraculous to pay off the 'debt' they were in. "

"They never remembered the things they did, fortunately, can't say the same for those who died and came back to life though."

Those present Blinked, Batmans mouth opened and closed for a moment before his steely gaze landed on Hal.

"Paris once Flooded, an estimated 87% of Paris drowned that day... The other 13% wasn't purely kids."

"Hal."

" I didn't know ok! " Hal was recoiling from the glare that Batman was sending his way. "I thought it was a prank, ok! I didn't think it was real, how can you take two kids who dress up as a Ladybug And a Cat seriously?"

"You should have investigated, met up with them and assessed the situation First, not assumed."

" I know. " Hal's head hit the floor beneath him with a sigh. The Paris hero's looked at him like he was worth less then the dirt under their boots.

"If you help us tonight, we'll help you afterwards." The looks returned to Batman where after a moment a few of them scoffed.

"Hawkmoth's in jail dude." Carapace shook the vigilante's arms. "Has been for... Four years now, we've already reclaimed the lost Miraculi and the book, now we just deal with petty crime and... Well, your mess, it seems."

"Stick to punching Gotham's nutbags, we'll deal with Paris." No one objected to Chat's words, though Batman defiantly seemed to slump at them.

The cat hero shook his head at the older hero before his baton rang, his flipped it open and a moment afterwards Ladybugs voice came through, the Paris hero's were able to pick up on the urgency in her voice.

"Chat, I need you, Roi, Bee, Pegasus and Rena here now."

" on it, " He looked up as he closed his baton. "You heard her, let's go, Pegasus, get Rena, Carapace, keep an eye on these lot."

" got it dude. " He let go of Batmans arms as Abeille released both wonder woman and Green lantern from their bindings. Simultaneously both superman and Robin were released from the effects of venom as it was released. The other Paris heroes leapt away.

"So... Carapace right?" Diana extended her hand out to the turtle hero, who had leant against the railings with his arms crossed.

"I know who you are, and Tikki is not happy with you right now." She flinched at that. "For twelve years you ignored us, four years after we beat Hawkmoth do you finally show up and it's to deal with one of your own. I think I speak for all of Paris when I say, We don't want you here. "

"Since when do you have the authority to do that?" Both Robin and Carapace had a small stare off before Carapace rolled his eyes .

"Since France voted to ban all Non-miraculous heroes, which includes the justice League. You didn't care before, why care now?"

" is there anything that can be done? "

Carapace shook his head at superman. "You are far too late on that dude, there's being late to a party then there's turning up after the hosts have cleaned up. "

"You guys turned up for the party days after it was over, so save some face, wait for them to come back, get the Flash then leave. "

"The Flash is here?"

" Dudes spending his time in a cell tonight. "

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml x dc #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Carapace #rena rouge #Viperion #ryuko #Pegasus #roi singe #Batman #Robin #wonder woman #Superman #The Flash #Green Lantern #Justice league salt #gorilla grodd

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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Between Your Thighs

Title: Between Your Thighs

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Ofc

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Cockwarming, Handcuffs, Blindfold, Submission tones, Couch sex, Smut, Dildo use,

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: So I had a blow job draft that was collecting dust and had started working on it but I wasn’t happy with it so I scrapped it and wrote this instead. Just a little something to flex my smut writing again.

The soft droning tone of Champ that was filling the front room of Jack’s ranch was only interrupted by the soft chirping of birds outside the bay window and occasionally of the creak of the floorboards underneath you as you shifted your body. Jack hummed softly along with Champ’s words that you had long ago stopped paying attention to as you tried not to move too much in the position that Jack had put you in almost an hour ago at the start of his remote conference meeting.

Shifting now you let out a soft whimper around the mouth of Jack’s cock as you felt the dildo seated up inside you lurch forward with your movement grazing harshly against your cervix. You knelt underneath Jack’s desk naked as the day you were born handcuffed and blindfolded with Jack’s cock resting in your open mouth. He had told you an hour ago that you were to not move, suck or make any noise otherwise he wouldn’t let you orgasm today. You had thought you could handle it but that was an hour ago and now your knees were starting to ache along with your jaw that remained open for quite some time. Drool had even started to drip out of your mouth as you tried your hardest to stay how Jack had positioned you. And you were sure that it would take you a long while to gain back your eyesight after being blindfolded for so long.

Just then you heard Champ clear his throat through the laptop and you heard the words ‘wrap this up’, which made you antsy to move but Jack’s hand came down to rest on the side of your face to stop your movement. You whimpered softly at his touch and tried to remain still as Jack spoke above you before logging off the conference call.

“You did so well sweetheart.” He crooned to you from above and you whimpered again around his cock making him grunt softly. You felt the blindfold loosen and quickly shut your eyes so that you weren’t immediately blinded once Jack slipped it off your head. “That’s it baby girl. Take your time readjusting. You did so well for me.”

His soft words were calming to you as you felt him slide his rock hard cock out of your mouth and heard his desk chair move backward against the hardwood floor. You heard the soft patter of his feet as he walked around the desk and you hesitantly fluttered your eyelids. Bright light filled your vision and you slowly closed your mouth. Moving your jaw around you kept fluttering your eyelids to try to slowly bring back your vision as the ache in your jaw was dissipating.

You heard the clink of the handcuffs from behind you as you felt them loosen around your wrists. After Jack had completely removed the handcuffs you hesitantly moved your arms from around your back to your sides and then in front of you. Splaying your hands on the floor you leaned forward and brought yourself into a downward dog yoga pose before slowly straightening out your legs to lay out behind you. Groaning lowly in your throat at the ache of your knees slowly leaving your body.

“You alright sweetheart?” Jack asked from above you and you turned your head to the side to see him squatting down next to you only wearing his green plaid button up and nothing else. His hard cock bobbed and jerked in between his thighs and you felt your mouth water again.

You hummed softly and rolled onto your back making Jack chuckle softly. “What is it pretty girl? You’ve got that devious look in your eye.” He crooned to you and gently brushed the backs of his fingers against your cheek.

“Since I was such a good girl for you I think I deserve a reward.” You responded gravelly as you swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth at the sight of him. Jack smirked down at you heatedly and you watched his cock bob again between his thighs.

“And what do you want your reward to be pretty girl?” He asked sensuously and you grinned wide up at him before lifting your arms and making grabbing motions with your hands to him. Jack chuckled again and easily lifted you up in his arms cradling you close to his chest. He walked over to the couch that was only a few feet away and laid you down gently. The feeling of the soft couch cushions underneath you made you groan in pleasure. “Huh? So what do you want as your reward?” Jack asked low in tone as he leaned over you and began pressing soft wet sucking kisses to the base of your throat. Arching up against him you sighed with pleasure, you were still full due to the dildo that was still stuffed inside you and as you shifted against his own body it moved within you making you moan out for him. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me what you want.” Jack crooned down at you before biting at the base of your neck and sucking a dark mark into your skin.

“You. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I need it Jack please.” You begged him softly as your hands came up to fist in his button up shirt. Jack groaned out against your skin as he heard your words. You shivered when you felt his fingers ghosting down your sides to your hips before one hand slid between your thighs and gripped the dildo base and began to tug on it. Keening high in your throat you dug your heels into the couch and thrust your hips up.

“Look at you gripping this thing so hard. Not letting me take it out so easily huh pretty girl?” Jack asked heatedly as his eyes were trained on the space between your legs. You moaned loudly as he began to slowly pull the dildo out of your pussy. You could feel the flexible silicone sliding against your inner walls as he pulled it fully out. Breathing deeply you tried to calm your racing heart down as your arousal began to skyrocket through you. “You alright pretty girl?” Jack asked softly and your eyes darted over to see him settling in between your legs lining himself up before dragging his cock head through your folds gathering your slick.

“Fuck Jack!” You shouted as your head flung back after feeling the pleasure coursing through you just from his simple movements.

“That’s the idea pretty girl.” He teased you as he notched his cock head inside of you and you clenched around just that making him groan loudly. “You’re so good to me pretty girl.” He said softly to you as he slowly slid himself inside of you. “God damn! You’re so wet. You were this wet the whole time sweetheart?” He asked as he slid fully inside of you bottoming out making you gasp out as your hands slid under his shirt to grip his sides.

“Jack.” You gasped out softly as he began to thrust in and out of you. His lips capturing yours as you whimpered softly into his mouth. There was a heat building low in your stomach as Jack quickened the pace of his thrusts into you. Jack’s hips slammed against yours suddenly and you jerked forward grabbing onto his shoulders thrusting up against him in response. “Jack please.” you begged softly as you gripped him tightly.

Jack kept thrusting in and out of you at his new quickened pace, his face was hovering above you and you could see the sweat starting to gather on his forehead as he moved within you. You gasped when you felt him slide high up into you and reach a spot that he’d only managed to reach once before. Keening high in your throat you felt your control snap within you and a feral feeling swept you up quickly. Your legs hooked around his waist and your heels dug into his perky ass making him slam repeatedly into you. You growled low in your throat as arousal scorched your veins and turned your blood to molten lava.

“That’s it sweetheart. Let it take over. Let it go. Cum for me sweetheart.” Jack said softly to you as his hands hooked underneath your shoulders and he began to harshly pound into you. “C’mon.” he grunted harshly as you flung your head back against the couch cushions as you screamed. Pleasure had built up so hotly inside you that it was beating against your skin from underneath until suddenly the coil in your stomach snapped and the pleasurable high consumed you like a wave. You strained against Jack and your muscles tightened as your body was dragged under the wave of your orgasm. “Oh there it is.” Jack crooned as he slammed into you one more time as your walls clenched tightly around his cock buried inside of you.

Your hands dragged down his back under his shirt and you knew you left red welts down his back as he grunted slightly in pain before dropping his head to the crook of your neck and groaned low in his throat. Feeling his cum spurting up into you the heated gasp that left your lips was responded to by his low hum as you both rode out your orgasms. Your toes and fingers were tingling as if they been numb and you let out a soft breathy chuckle still feeling the after effects of your orgasm still ebbing and flowing inside you.

“Fuck that was fantastic.” you said softly in awe as you looked up at Jack who was gazing down at you with a loving tender smile. His hand came up and brushed some hair off your sweaty forehead before pressing a kiss there.

“Yeah it was.” he said warmly as he rolled the two of you on your sides and cuddled you close. “Wanna cuddle?” he asked sleepily and you grinned up at him as you settled further into his chest.

“Oh yeah.” you responded dreamily and Jack chuckled softly. The two of you gasped softly as his cock twitched inside you and your walls clenched around him in response. “Stay just like this.” you whispered as your eyelids began to droop over your eyes and Jack hummed softly before the two of you fell into satiated slumber.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x ofc #kingsman the golden circle #my writing

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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I feel like if anyone had Thoughts about this it’d be you but : zodiac signs as yandere ?

I have so many thoughts on this!!! I’m assuming anon wants to know about sun signs only, so that’s what I did! Keep in mind that literally every single one of these will be biased towards how I view the signs, so if you disgree then.... sorry!! (This post also might be a little long because there are. Twelve signs.)

Aries - Okokokok...... I would like to think..... an Aries would be a possessive, but in a very aggressive way?? Like if they’re jealous of one of your friends they will not hold back. If you wont get rid of them in your life, they’ll do it for you with little hesitation. I feel theyd be romantic and flirty, and refusing their advances just is Not an option. They’ll often lose their temper if you misbehave too much, and it wont take much to get them to that point. They’re very loud and headstrong, and will absolutely manipulate you into doing whatever they want. They aren’t very affectionate, but if you ask nicely enough they’ll begrudgingly cuddle with you (and secretly enjoy it but shhh) Their punishments: severe. Their amount of remorse: zero.

Taurus - Definitely a more submissive yandere!! Probably a delusional and when you disagree with them or tell them theyre wrong, that you don’t love them, they will probably cry so much and not speak to you for days at a time as opposed to physically punishing you. Will not get angry easily and will repress any anger they feel until one day they snap and go Crazy and break your legs or something. They will not take kindly to your nasty remarks or constant attempts to free yourself from their captivity, but they will generally react very passively because they love you and would never want to hurt you (unless they really had to, of course)!! 10/10 will make you nap with them. Constantly.

Gemini - They’re probably a little delusional, but also really obsessive and clingy!! They will force you to cuddle with them for HOURS AND HOURS and just... play with your hair... and babble about their day and the weather and whatever to keep you in their arms. It’s honestly pretty nice and relaxing, and perfect if you’re okay with lounging around all day. They’ll probably really half-ass everything too. Like yeah you’ll be in handcuffs, but if you really tried you’d probably be able to slip out of them because they didn’t bother getting ones that actually fit. Also, everytime you lash out at them they will completely brush it off and deflect everything. They will just pull you into their lap and coddle you until you’ve calmed down and stopped saying such ridiculous things to them. Will also make really dumb jokes in conversations they have with you, and you will have to laugh no matter how awful they are. I mean, unless you want to be punished (read: cuddled) more.

Cancer - A soft yandere, baby!! They will pamper the HELL out of you. They will deck your room out with the nicest furniture, get you the /softest/ handcuffs on the market, bake you your favorite desserts, the whole nine yards!! They will comfort you when you cry about your situation, but will refuse to acknowledge that they are the reason your crying. Very delusional and very manipulative, will guilt trip you into being nice to them. Very powerful puppy dog eyes. 10/10 will kiss you on the forehead and apologize for every bad thing they’ve ever had to do to you.

Leo - They were probably the popular kid in school and you probably had a massive crush on them. When u finally managed to get their attention they never stopped paying attention to you. The next thing you knew, you were locked in their attic. They are very ambitious, and once they had their eyes set on you, no one was going to get in their way. Very possessive, will cut off all of your friends for you and be very jealous!! When the roles are reversed, though, and you get jealous of their friends, it’s fine baby!! There’s nothing to be jealous of!! ^3^ Will probably spoil you a little bit, but only if you havent pissed them off recently. If you’re mean to them they will take it so personally and be so dramatic about it!!

“Can you say something to me it’s been three days.”

“I thought my voice was annoying you >:T”

“Oh my god-“

Virgo - Protective protective protective!! Will lock you in a room with absolutely no furniture with sharp corners or anything you could hurt yourself on. An actual perfectionist, will put makeup on you, do your hair so there isn’t a single strand out of place, and dress you in color coordinated outfits ONLY. Will literally take the best care of you, but it’s overbearing how much they worry about your safety all. The. Time. You will more than likely never leave the house without them, and never without at least SPF 50 sunscreen on. Will attempt to be your personal therapist, but has never properly processed and emotion before, so... they aren’t very effective. If you attempt to escape, they will punish you severely.

“Ayo I sure wish I wasn’t HERE right now ahaha sure wish I was HOME and not with YOU.”

“Oh? Ahahaha okay!” *literally breaks your fucking toes* “See! You have to stay with me!! You could get hurt much worse than this in the outside world, you have to be more careful!! :)”

Libra - Probably protective and obsessive to a certain extent. Will probably be really sympathetic?? But like in a “I cant let you go I’m sorry the world is bad and scary and I don’t want you getting hurt.” kinda way. They would want to give you a little bit of freedom, though, so they’ll let you go out with your friends occasionally, but they’ll be VERY cautious and, well, protective of you. They are very understanding and give you lenient punishments when you push them over the edge and theyre ‘forced’ to punish you, but will not comfort you afterwards to compensate for the lack of severity of their punishments. Balance, baby!

Scorpio - An obsessive for sure. Literally IN LOVE WITH YOU. Will instagram stalk you, your family, your friends, your neighbor’s dogs, ANYONE that has ever been in contact with you. They already know everything about you when they finally execute their plan to kidnap you. They’re very attractive and strong willed and will put you in your place with no hesitation, but afterwards will attempt to kiss it better because they feel sorta bad. They just want you to love them!! They crave so much attention constantly, and will want to cuddle with you and be close to you at all times. You will have to be an excellent liar, because they will be able to call you on your bullshit so easily!! They will absolutely not tolerate any lying, so it’s better to justbe honest with them, even if you think it will make them mad. 10/10 will probably stare at you for hours on end without saying a single word and then watch you sleep. All lovingly, of course.

Sagittarius - P o s s e s s i v e. Can and will beat the shit out of anyone that touches you and will beat the shit out of you if you mention someone other than them to teach you a lesson. They have very bad commitment issues because they’re afraid of the people they love leaving them, and they overcompensate for it a lot. Probably actually a little bit out of their mind beyond the whole “I have my love interest locked in my basement” thing. Will give you the bare minimum amount of the things you need to survive and will deprive you of food and water for days at a time if you say something a little too nasty to them. Is really good at saying the right things to talk you down when you’re upset after a punishment or something. Very good at making you laugh as much as you hate to admit it!! 10/10 will probably turn to sensory deprivation if all else fails just because they’re sadistic like that.

Capricorn - Very responsible, planned a lot for your arrival. Very smart, rational, and protective, they have a plan for literally any situation thrown their way. They’re very fragile but they project it all onto you, and as a result they take very good care of you. They’re kinda intimidating but actually very sweet, and they love you more than they love themself. Probably rich because they’re really good at saving money, and they’ll spoil you with every cent they have. Bossy, and if you choose to ignore what they tell you to do they will make your life miserable for the next few days. Again, they’re very serious looking and intimidating, but they have a playful and carefree side that only really comes out around you!! They love you a whole lot, and make that very clear through the gifts they give you constantly.

Aquarius - Hear me out. Remember that tsundere yandere post Daydreams made? That’s Aquarius. They are very mean and nasty!!! A true goblin, honestly. They’re totally head over heels in love with you, but they’ll make you work to earn that love, even though you didn’t ask for it. You want attention?

“Haha nerd, why would I come cuddle you?? That’s like... weird... You’re gross!!”

Do they hate you, or do they want to marry you and ride off into the sunset with you? You’ll never know, because they wont ever let you get close enough to them to figure out what goes on inside that crazy head of theirs. Overall will probably treat you well, if you’re okay with the constant bullying and berating that you’ll get from them daily, that is.

Pisces - Soft like Cancer, but obsessive like Scorpio!! Has very strong feelings for you, but doesn’t know how to manage them in a healthy way. They want you all to themself, and the only way they know how to keep you in their life is by taking you. Very manipulative and delusional.

“Haha fancy seeing you here babe!”

“I am locked in your basement and I have been for the past seven months-“

“Crazy how we just keep running into eachother! Are you, like, obsessed with me or something?”

Like Virgo, they’ll try to be your personal therapist, but Pisces is actually good at it. You can never hide how you’re feeling from them, because if they pick up even the slightest difference in your tone of voice they will dig through their brain for any possible event that could have taken place to make your mood shift even the slightest bit. Crazy, but in a very loving and wholesome way. 10/10 would take a bullet for you!!

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Better Like This: Chapter 11: What Goes Around

Summary: The team arrives to the workshop. Time is of essence, and they all know it. Warnings: angst, mentions of murder, attempted murder, CPR, mentions of surgery

Word Count: 2670 A/N: What did you guys think? Let me know :) Love you and thank you for still reading this :) xx

P.S.: I tried to do a real description of CPR, not that anyone would remember it after reading, but if only bits and pieces would stuck with you, you could really help someone one day. Stay safe my friends :) here is a link to give a proper CPR

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The drive to the workshop was the longest thing Bucky ever experienced. He felt as if the usually 20-minute ride was suddenly taking hours. He was trying to rush Sam, who was driving, to just drive fucking faster, but Sam wouldn’t budge.

“Man, what do you want me to do? Go over pedestrians or what? We’ll be there soon, just try and breathe, dude.”

Bucky was clenching his fists and tried to concentrate on the feeling of your bond. It was still strong, which could only mean you were still alive. It was this knowledge that was keeping him sane. The second he’d feel the bond falter, he’d probably jump out of the car, and ran to kill that bitch and then himself. He knew that such thoughts weren’t doing any good to you nor to him, but he just couldn’t help himself.

He didn’t want to be in a world where you weren’t, even though he was pretty sure you would never want him to do this to himself, were something to happen to you. But the strength of the bond worked miraculously because he still had the will to live and fight.

They were nearing the scene, and he could hear Steve in his ear. “Alright, everyone knows what they’re supposed to do?”

An affirmation came from the whole team, and silence followed. Everyone was nervous. Not only were they on their way to possibly catch the Strangler, the serial killer scaring New York for months now, but also a life of one of their own was on the line. They knew Bucky would feel if you stopped breathing, but still, they couldn’t shake this weird feeling enveloping each and every one of them.

They parked their cars a street down the workshop, so they potentially wouldn’t scare Amber off, if she really were the abductor. Just as they planned, Natasha went first, trying to look as confused as she could, while hiding her own nervousness. She had her earpiece on, so she could communicate with the team, and hear everything that was happening somewhere behind her. She tried to map the surroundings, to see if there were any civilians around, but except two guys vomiting next to one of the bins, nobody was out.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team took another route, trying to get to the workshop from the back. They tried not to raise too much attention so that no passer-by would be hurt if it came to some kind of shoot-out. Nevertheless, they moved swiftly, their guns still in their holsters. They were all wearing bulletproof vests, just to be sure.

When the workshop appeared in front of them, they all crouched. Steve mumbled orders: him, Clint and Tony would take the right side, Bucky, Sam, and Scott had to cover the left side. The rest of the tac team were to cover the very back of the building and wait for further orders. The worship wasn’t big enough to take 15 people at once, and they hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.

Nat gave them a signal and went towards the door. She tried to look through one of the windows, to try and see if you were somewhere there. What she saw made her blood run cold.

“Change of plans. Y/N’s there, and that bitch is doing something to her, guys. We need to act NOW!”

Nobody needed to be told twice, they all ran towards the door, which Nat already kicked in, to try and get to you. Amber abruptly looked around and saw Nat running towards her. She didn’t expect this. She really thought she hid all her traces, but it didn’t matter at that moment. She still needed to kill you, with or without cops in the room.

Bucky was the quickest of the rest of the team to get to the room, and he let out a vicious growl. He could see you, tied to a chair, all bloody and bruised, with a golden arm around your throat. The only thing on his mind was not the freeze and get to you as soon as possible. Someone would take care of Amber, the whole team was there, and it was just her. His only worry was you and your well-being.

Bucky thought you noticed him because your lips curled upwards a little when he marched towards you. Amber was still holding onto, but not for long. Nat jumped on her shoulders and used her elbows as leverage to hit Amber to her neck and head. It seemed to work because, after the second blow, she let your neck go, and tried to get rid of Natasha. The second her grip loosened around you, your head fell backwards.

The rest of the team was now in the workshop, too, and they tried to work as efficiently as they could. Bucky could hear a lot of yelling behind him, but he couldn’t be less bothered by it. He was getting your wrists from the ropes so that he could lay you down and check on you. All the time, he was trying to get you to wake up, but without success.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It would’ve sent him tumbling backwards if his mind wasn’t so set on rescuing you. He knew what it meant, but wasn’t willing to give up.

“Y/N! Baby, don’t you die on me. I need you, c’mon!” He was screaming now and didn’t realise that the rest of the room was utterly silent.

It was no work at all for them to handcuff Amber, and Clint and Nat were already going towards the TAC team, so they could get her to the station for questioning.

When Bucky finally managed to lay you down, he tried to find a heartbeat, or try to catch a breath or anything that would prove to him that you were still there with him, but he couldn’t find anything. He could distantly hear someone calling 911, and yelling back that the ambulance will be there in a few minutes. In a few minutes, you’d be dead for sure. He needed to save you.

He pushed your neck a little back so that he could clear your airways. Next, he ripped your shirt, so that he could see where your sternum was and to do the CPR properly. He was sure he’d crack a few ribs, but better few broken ribs than no you at all.

He placed the heal of his right hand at the centre of your chest and interlocked his fingers with his other hand, and could see Steve moving towards your head, to help Bucky with the whole process. They both knew it was better if two people did this.

He started pressing your chest, and he tried to do it as hard and fast as possible, he knew he needed your heart to get the shock, fight, and work on its own. When he was on his 30th compression, Steve took over, lifted your chin, held your nose and gave you two breaths, after which Bucky continued to provide you with the heart massage. They didn’t know how long it took for the ambulance to come, but when they did, they resumed Bucky’s and Steve’s action.

They quickly put your into the ambulance and asked if your Alpha was there, seeing the mark on your neck. Bucky nodded and swiftly jumped to the ambulance to be close to you. It was general knowledge, that if one mate got hurt, the other should be as close as possible, their bodies reacting positively on each other. It would basically mean that having Bucky around would cure you faster. At least they all hope it would.

They got your heart beating on its own in the hospital but had to intubate you and breathe with you because your throat was severely damaged. They were scared about your brain function too. They wanted to make sure no serious damage was done, but what they saw on the MRI, didn’t make the doctors happy.

“There’s slight bleeding in her brain. We will have to go in, and stop it so that no further damage is done. Are you ok with that, sir?” one of the doctors asked Bucky.

“Why are you asking me? Of course, do everything you can, just fucking save her.” The doctor just nodded and rushed off. In a minute, Bucky could see your hospital bed with your unconscious body being transferred towards the OR.

Steve and Sam came running towards Bucky. “How’s it looking, man? Will she be alright?”

Bucky couldn’t look up. He couldn’t face his best friends, so he just mumbled “she’s bleeding in her brain, they are trying to stop it now,” and was quiet again.

Steve and Sam exchanged a look, took Bucky, each by one elbow, and led him towards the waiting room so that they could all sit and wait for some update. It a while, everyone was there, the whole team, Bruce too, of course, and your friends, Hope, Wanda and Vis, anxiously waiting to learn what was happening.

In about four hours, a doctor came in. “Anyone here for Y/N Y/L/N?” He got a little confused when all 11 people stood up and marched towards him, with scared expressions. “Oh, ok, we were able to stop the bleeding, but we won’t know about the extent of the damages until she wakes up. She still has to have help to breathe. Her trachea is fortunately not shattered, but it was such a shock for her organism, that it will need some time to heal. Next 24 hours will be critical, if her body can take that, then I’m pretty sure positive results will come.”

Sighs of some relief could be heard from several people, but not from Bucky. “When can I see her?” Was his only question, his posture still as frigid as when he came to the hospital more than 4 hours ago.

“Well, through a looking glass-“

“I don’t want to see my mate through a fucking looking glass. When. Can. I. see. her!” Bucky growled the last part, and despite the doctor being a Beta, he lowered his head submissively. “Right now, sir. But only you, I’m afraid. This amount of people wouldn’t be good for the patient.”

He looked up, half expecting other growls from the mostly Alpha circle around him, but they all nodded in understanding, and let Bucky follow the doctor towards where you were laying.

When he was let to your room, his breath hitched in his throat, and the tears, that were threatening to fall the whole time he was waiting for some update, finally dropped. The doctor mumbled something about leaving the two of you alone, but Bucky didn’t really hear him.

All he could see was his beautiful mate, hooked up to so many machines and tubes, he almost couldn’t see you. There was a tube helping you breathe, just like the doctor said, bandages all over your face, which was now even more purple than when he left you to their care.

He wanted to hug you, be as close to you as possible, but he knew he couldn’t. All of those machines, which he hated and loved at the same time, were keeping you alive, or at least keeping the possibility of you coming back to him sooner.

He grabbed one of the chairs standing in the corner and put it right next to your bed, he could at least hold your hand. He watched you, and couldn’t help but hate himself even more. This was all his fault. Not only did he leave you in his apartment, without any protection, but it was his fucking ex who attacked you and almost took you away from him. His mind was spiralling with all the what-if scenarios. He slowly lowered his head so that it was resting on your hand and started sobbing silently.

The pain in his chest was almost gone, but his insides still burnt from the stress of almost losing you.

“I’m so sorry, doll. I love you so fucking much and I just.. Can’t, I just can’t do this without you, Y/N, so please, please come back to me. I swear I’ll do a better job at protecting you this time, I’ll be the best Alpha. You deserve all the best in the world, and I’ll die trying to give you the world. Just come back to me.”

The team couldn’t hear what he was saying, but they could imagine it all very well. The sight was heartbreaking. They all knew Bucky as this strong, whatever type of guy, who never really showed his emotions. So seeing him so broken down these past few hours was almost unbearable for them. They wanted to help him somehow, but they all knew that the only help he could get was if you woke up.

At the same time, they all felt that this was a very intimate moment for Bucky, so they all silently left, Sam only to the waiting room, if Bucky needed him. He sent the rest of the team home or to the station, to fry that bitch waiting there for them. Nat had a furious look on her face, and Sam knew that Amber was in some really deep shit. Nat was rarely pissed, and when she was, it was as if the hell opened its gates. Same wished he could see what Nat would do to Amber, but knew that Bucky needed someone there, and was willing to skip the fun part to stay with his buddy.

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3 days went by, and although they were able to retract the tube from your throat, and your body seemed to be healing nicely, but there were still no signs of you waking up.

Bucky didn’t want to leave your side, and it was only after Sam’s threatening that he got to his apartment, had a quick shower and an energy drink and went back to you. Meanwhile, Sam had to promise he’d stay by your side until Bucky came back. Bucky was very much keen on never leaving you alone again, and if he couldn’t be there for a second, he would make sure you still had your protection.

He thanked Sam when he came back, and Sam knew that it was not only for sitting there with you, which was an obvious thing for Sam to do (you were his friend too), but it felt like a bigger thank you. Sam just nodded and let Bucky sit back to you.

They were chatting silently, when suddenly, Bucky could feel the muscles in your hand moving. He jumped from the chair. “Baby? Doll? Are you awake?”

You didn’t reply, but he could see you blinking behind the closed eyes. It made his heart jump in excitement. He was glad you were there, on the hospital bed, and not somewhere dead, but at the same time, he missed your eyes, which seemed to pierce his soul and look right into him. He missed your smile, which warmed the room immediately. So to be finally able to see all that gave him a whole lot of hope.

He could see your eyes blinking more furiously, and he squeezed your hand, a smile spreading across his face. He saw that the harsh light of the hospital made you squint your eyes when you tried to look around. The first thing you looked at was him, and you squinted harder. You then looked at your interlocked hands and flinched slightly.

When you looked back at him, confusion was written all over your face. What you said next sent Bucky almost to the ground. He really thought the two of you were out of the woods. But, boy, was he wrong.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but to him, it was as if you were yelling at him.

“Who are you?”

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