#he definitely had a handler About and keeping an Eye on him

[brokenpieces-72]

Hybrid au is so tastyyy

My minds stuck on reader getting their first romantical partner and the boys just being EVEYWHERE the lovers don't get a single second alone and do not even think about closing the door when alone that's a no no

Okay so I would say this happens when Spirit is a little older. As to whether the partner is human or hybrid I’m not sure.

Romantic Recon

You started with just hanging out but you got curious about a romantic partner. You got attached to them and they enjoyed your company. They were sweet and charming. Thought your ears were cute which always made you blush. Sometimes Johnny would notice and inquire, but you wouldn’t notice so you just shrugged it off, all happy and sunshine. Johnny doesn't let it go.

Your partner finally asks if you want to start spending more time together, and lo and behold, Konig overhears. Does he bring it up with Soap? Yes absolutely. Ghost is with him, and so is Gaz. They’d already suspected, your hormones do increase when you’re close to your partner. And of fucking course they get protective.

Horangi teases the fuck out of it. You swear everytime you just want to sit and talk with your partner he comes into the room to “grab something” or “pass through”. Yeah right, you know recon when you see it.

Konig does accidentally walk in on you. At one point you are audibly frustrated, and he backs out of the room. He didn’t mean to walk in, really. You probably shouldn’t close doors though. The last thing he wanted was to walk in on something you shouldn’t be- okay okay, you got it. Please don’t go into detail.

Price doesn’t mind you having a partner, but no closed doors. He’ll knock, to give you some space, but it’s more like a chance for you to stop canoodling before he opens the door. Door has to stay open or you can be out in rec room. Besides you have some work to do anyways. No you don’t get to bring the work back to your room, and your partner has another task they’re needed for.

Alejandro steps in when your partner is alone, you had to get up to grab something. At some point he calls your partner aside to ask a few questions, making sure they did the work they were supposed to. Then he asks what your partners intentions were with you. That made your partner uneasy. Nothing bad sir, they swear.

Rudy tag teams with the colonel, and will have the cadejos scratch on your door if it’s closed. Once you tried to hide with your partner just to talk, it was really just meant to be a simple chat. They were having a rough day and you wanted to know what was going on. Everything would be okay, you know it would and-really?! Rudy just stood there holding the door open. Everything okay in here? Obviously just go! The door was left open and you apologized profusely to your partner.

Ghost is annoying cause he acts like he hasn’t done anything. Yeah he definitely didn’t pass through the walls to see what you were up to. Closed doors are fucking useless with him. You half suspect Johnny put him up to it. No he just found it easier to pass through on his way to coffee. You roll your eyes, and tell him not to that. You’re a grown woman, and don’t appreciate him just coming in to your room whenever he pleases. You have a full on confrontation after he walked in on you and your partner in your room. You get why he did it when you were younger and your handler was a jerk, but he didn’t get to do it now. Simon actually respects your wishes. He still keeps watching though.

You figured if you couldn’t get privacy inside you’d try outside.…Gaz what the hell? You tried the roof where you sometimes sat with Gaz, but Gaz landed and told you two to get another roof. Oh come on, you were there first. Whatever. Your partner suggests a hike later on, and you love hiking and think you might actually get away for a bit! Yes! You could show your partner some of the best spots! Your partner finds your excitement adorable. Gaz flying overhead made your cloud watching a little annoying. Your partner is used to it at this point.

Johnny… okay Johnny was the one you could understand being protective but holy shit could he tone it down! When he asks who made you blush and you told him he went straight to the soldier. Since then he was watching like a hawk or asking someone else to check up on you. If he even sensed your hormones being different he would ask what you were up to tonight. Yeah, right it’s not nothing. You’re still not telling. He’ll sniff it out. He does and it’s frustrating. If he walks in he tries to cover it up, like it’s nothing, sorry he was just grabbing some food, or something. The final straw was when you still didn’t tell him what you were doing and he learned you went out without telling anyone with only your partner. He went full wolf mode tracking you down. That was fucking it! When you heard him coming you went into your full wendigo form, staring him down. The werewolf growling and your towering Wendigo form startled your date, and when you finally returned to base they asked if you two could take a break.

Price did give Johnny a hard time about go so protective. He understood why, but ha! You weren’t letting him off that easy. That night you were upset and did some crying. This wasn’t fair, you were an adult… and as an adult you were going to set some rules of your own. No joke you came to Price a day or so later requesting a meeting. No not with him, though you wanted his attendance, you wanted it with the whole team. Yeah Horangi better be there too or you would ask Konig to help you strap him to a chair to listen.

The atmosphere in that room is awkward. When Johnny tried to apologize after what happened you ignored him which never happens. As you left the room Ghost made a comment about him being in the dog house. You poked your head back in glaring. Oh no, Ghost was haunting that dog house too. Shit. In the meeting room everyone was present.

“Are you all aware I’m an adult?” You asked.

The room was very quiet with a few exchanging looks. You’ll take that as a yes.

“And you are also aware I am fully capable of making my own decisions? Of making my own mistakes and maybe even making good choices?” The room gave a few nods. Yeah okay, where was this going?

“So then you should also be aware that despite being the youngest on this team I am fully capable of having my own sex life.” You stated, arms crossed and glaring at each of them. Some of them went red.

“You’ve been avin sex?!” Johnny asked, voice raised. That’s what he focused on?!

“FUCKING NO!! Not that I would even have a chance with you lot fucking spying on me 24/7 like I’m thirteen!” You shouted back. That got Johnny to back off. You were upset, and he was the cause. They all were in some part.

“Spirit, what is this meeting about?” Price asked. You know he wants you to get on with the main point. It wasn’t just to have an argument with Johnny.

“I just want to have some proper alone time with my partner. We can’t easily leave base whenever we want, and there’s tons of people coming and going, I get that. But the few times we can be together to just hang out or cuddle for a bit, someone walks in on us, and all of you seem to have forgotten how to close the door, or that I am entitled to some level of privacy!” You explained. Okay, that was a much better explanation. There’s some undertones of emotion in your voice. The team was so used to you being their little one, they seemed to forget sometimes that you’d grown up.

Price gives in, and asks what you propose. You want to set some ground rules. You were permitted to be alone with your partner if you so desired. If they needed you, they could text or call for you, you could hear it. If the door is closed they had to knock, and had to wait for your response before coming in. No trying to get between you and your partner, or pulling you apart for other tasks unless it was actually required. It was something they all had to follow, but Johnny had only one condition. That you at least tell him where you’re going if you do leave for something. He’d only follow if it was an emergency.

By the end of the meeting, everyone parts ways to go about their usual routine. Gaz stuck behind while Johnny gave you space at Simon’s request. He noticed you were upset and wanted to apologize for the fly by. Not that it would matter, since your partner wanted a break. Kyle assured you that your partner needed time to relax, and adjust to the crazy hybrid family you had on base. It couldn’t hurt for you to take some time for yourself as well. Give it maybe a day or so, and then go talk to them. The woods would probably be the best to ensure you have some privacy. If you want, Kyle will wait for you on the roof.

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[aro-ortega]

vanya was considered a very good/well-trained and obedient regene which is why he was allowed to go on a long term undercover mission with minimal handler interaction

[i-like-writing-stuff]

grateful [ five hargreeves x reader ]

“Fancy seeing you here,” You crossed your arms, trying to act natural as the boy before you eyes you curiously.

“In front of the CIA headquarters?” Five mimicked your posture, “Jee, Y/N, fork spotted in the kitchen. What are you doing at my work place?”

You sighed, trying to fight back the urge of rolling your eyes. You were lying to yourself if you wanted to say that Five’s sarcasm actually annoyed you. After all, it was one of the traits you loved about him- surprisingly. You hated to admit it, even to yourself, but even if you were actually waiting for him to talk business, you never once missed an opportunity to meet him.

Especially if you weren’t surrounded by your noisy family. The Hargreeves siblings became your family by choice, and as much as you loved each and every single one of them, you couldn’t help but appreciate deeply the one on one time you got to spend with Five.

“I just got off the phone with Luther,” You said, putting your hands in your pockets, “Viktor got kidnapped, Five.”

As soon as those words eat your lips, you saw Five’s expression go from cocky to shocked, to worried and then to shocked once again. You hated you had to be the one to break these news to him, after six years of peace where all of you managed to live normal lives. You hated that you had to see him worried again for his family’s safety, but you had no other choice.

You all had to reunite to save your loved one.

“I’ll drive,” Five nodded, already realizing that the gang would have to get back together.

You and Five met during the JFK mission in 1963, when both of you were working for the Commission. You only heard of him around the work place, but never actually worked together. The Handler assigned you both for the first time to get the assassination done, but one thing led to another and you accidentally woke up in 2019, in your teen body, alongside him.

The rest is history.

As you got into his car, you watched him as he started the engine in silence. He was deep into thought, obviously worried half to death about his brother. You were as well, since Viktor was his first sibling you warmed up to, and honestly it felt surreal that he was in danger again, after six years.

Six years where nothing, and quite literally nothing out of the ordinary happened. After your third attempt at stopping the apocalypse and the Hargreeves losing their powers, you all moved on with your lives, keeping in touch now and then. All nine of you went separate ways, rebuilding your lives. Allison was back to acting, Klaus was finally sober, Diego and Lila were a family with kids, Viktor was running a bar and Luther was working somewhat as an astronaut. Key word, somewhat.

Five became a CIA agent and you were running a marketing agency, so you really only saw the family on holidays or random gatherings. You and him kept in touch the most. You were happy to say that he was your best friend, but sad that nothing more went on. If you were supposed to be together, you would have been by now.

After all, there was this drunken kiss you shared on the night of Luther’s wedding.

“Shut the fuck up, Hargreeves!” You giggled, pointing a finger m at him, “I respect Delores, I swear I do, but I do not understand why in the world she would put up with your ding dong face, honestly.”

“Oh, spare me the reverse psychology in which your jealousy lays, Y/N,” Five smirked, softly waving away your finger in his face.

You were the only ones left on the dance floor, intoxicated over the safe limit. After the whole family went to sleep, the two of you were still left quite energized. You didn’t know if it was because you were sixty year olds back in your teen bodies, or simply too drunk to realize how hyperactive you were, but you were not about to end the night any time soon.

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment you fell in love with Five, but he definitely could write an entire book of how he grew feelings for you. It all happened at such a slow pace, how could he not? When he first met you in 1963 at the Dealey Plaza, he was immediately taken aback by your quick wit and intellect. He also didn’t think someone who looked so sweet and elegant, like the grandma who would take her grandchildren all the time to fancy restaurants and then bake fresh cookies for them at home, could also be a trained assassin, ready to fight off three people at once wearing dresses and heels.

It was love at first sight for him.

Then, when you kept Delores safe from Hazel and Cha Cha, he realized just how big your heart was. He was completely blown away by the way you held onto the mannequin with one arm, while dodging attacks incoming from both of them.

There was also this moment in 1963 when you held him in your arms after he went on a spree, taking out the entire board of the Commission.

He was so infatuated with every single action of yours, so deeply and intensely in love it was actually pathetic to him, to some degree. Now, as his hands were firmly gripping your waist, swaying your hips in sync to the melody on the speakers, all he wanted to do was feel your lips on his, for a first and last time.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, as your arms were wrapped around his neck. You didn’t know when you got so close to one another, it was all just so natural.

“Ironically enough, you,” He scoffed, making you roll your eyes;

“Only you could make such a romantic comment and at the same time make me want to stomp on your face, Five,” You said amused, shaking your head in disbelief.

Five laughed, looking into your eyes. In his drunken state, he was not thinking rationally as he usually did anymore. He didn’t know for certain if he’d make it out of the apocalypse this time, and after the two attempts at saving the world, the regret of not tasting you was finally getting to him.

He moved his hands up your sides, resting them on your cheeks at last. Rubbing your face gently, Five leaned in to capture your lips, tasting the alcohol you shared all night. You were relieved to finally feel his touch you so deeply craved over the months spent together, pulling him even closer, as if that was possible.

That led to nowhere, unfortunately, as neither of you ever mentioned it again. Like little stupid kids, all these years you both assumed that the other didn’t remember that part, since no one ever brought it up ever again.

“Viktor will be fine, Five,” You broke the silence, watching as his knuckles turned white while gripping the steering wheel, waiting for the green light.

“I just forgot how fucking stressful all this shit was,” Five sighed, letting go, but not looking at you yet, “So stupid.”

“Hey,” You placed a hand on top of his, “We will rescue him and go back to our lives before, okay? Who knows, maybe it’s not even that serious- maybe it’s just some misunderstanding or a real easy mission. We stopped the apocalypse three times, I think some amateur kidnapping will be a walk in the park, okay? Besides, maybe by the time we get there, Viktor will have already handed their asses to each other.”

Five scoffed amused. You did always manage to be the voice of reason in his life whenever the over-thinking got the best of him.

You didn’t have any idea just how grateful he was for you.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I think we need more true form sukuna and chubby concubine 😌😌😌😌😍😌😌😌😌

CW: chubby fem reader, true form Sukuna (two cocks), smut, blowjob, reader can take Sukuna's full cock in their mouth, reader has hair that is grab-able, face fucking, mentions of vaginal and anal penetration, lots of cum, nicknames (pet, minx)

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He's not sure when you first joined his harem—he doesn't keep track of trivial things like that—but he definitely remembers your first night with him.

You were drapped in fine silk fabric, hair down, rouge on your lips and cheeks. You looked like a doll as you walked toward him, and all he could think about was how he wanted to ruin you just like all the others.

You undressed, as you were told by your handler, and got down on your knees before him. He knows you were trained to wait for his orders, but he's in a cruel mood tonight and decides to make you wait, hoping to see you squirm.

You don't though. You just sit there quietly, spacing out, in your own little world as he stares down at you. He frowns, snapping his fingers to get your attention.

"Come closer."

You do as you're told, crawling closer to him, slotting yourself between his spread legs. He pulls down his pants, his two cocks bouncing out, barely hard and yet already intimidating.

"Worship me," he demands. You don't hesitate.

You're already sitting up, leaning in, grabbing a cock in each hand. Your chubby hands looked so small in comparison. You stroked each one up and down, alternating how your hands moved, gently pinching the thick tips. You moved closer, lips gently pressing against the head of one cock, your thumb rubbing the slit of the other. A sweet moan rumbled through you, vibrating against his tip, making him harden completely.

You pulled back, a red lipstick mark left behind, and the king of curses felt himself leak onto your fingers. You willingly licked it up, placing another kiss on his shaft before moving to the other, leaving behind lip marks in your wake.

"You call this worship? I've seen humans worship their nonexistent Gods better than this."

"How would you like me to worship you, my lord?" Oh, your voice was honey sweet. He wanted to hear you cry out his name to the heavens.

"Take me in your mouth," he commanded, grabbing his lower cock and directing the tip toward your mouth, smearing the head against your lips. "Show me how much you want me, need me."

You complied, loosening your jaw and taking the head into your mouth. Your tongue twirled around the tip of his cock, sliding along the thick vein on the underside. You inched forward, taking in more, breathing deep through your nose to relax your throat. You reached halfway before you paused, pulling back to slurp at the head before taking him back in, going further. In fact, you were taking more of him than any other concubine before you had. How were you able to swallow so much of him?

Sukuna drew in a slow breath, eyes growing hazy as he stared down at you. One of his hands reached down to toy with your hair, marveling at it's texture, so unique compared to the others. Where did they find you again? Living near the mountains with goats? In the last village his followers pillaged?

He was pulled from his thoughts when you suddenly reached the base of his cock. You paused there, your throat constricting around him, your chubby cheeks hollowed out. You gazed up at him, those doe eyes sending a wave of heat to his belly. His second cock throbbed against your face, precum leaking onto your forehead. You hummed, nuzzling into his cock before pulling back, diving forward again and engulfing his dick. He couldn't hold back the groan building in his chest, his four eyes glazed over as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, his second member rubbing against your face with each movement. The friction was delightful, making him throb, making him ache. You just started and yet you were making him tremble as if you'd been edging him for hours.

You started going faster, taking him in again and again, drool pooling around your lips. Your lipstick kept leaving stains behind, a red circle forming at the base of his cock.

He grabbed your hair, pulling you up from his cock so only the tip was inside your mouth. He kept you there for a moment, watching your eyes gaze up at him before he pushed you down on his cock, making you take him to the hilt. He pulled you up and pushed you down over and over, using you like a toy for his own pleasure. His cock continuously filled your throat as he fucked your face, stretching you out, making it hard to breathe. The constriction of your esophagus felt heavenly around him, dragging him to his peak whether he wanted you to or not.

"Fuuuck, that's it. Take it, take it, take it—"

Your mouth felt so fucking good, so warm and wet, taking everything he gave you. He thinks he might actually be satisfied with a concubine for once. He'd never had someone take his cock like you did, never had his cock sucked on fully. He wondered what your pussy would be like. Would you be able to take all of him? What about your ass? The thought alone made him burn up, one cock traveling down your throat as the other ground against your soft, plump face.

It wasn't long before he felt that familiar build up of pressure, his abs and thighs tensing as he reached his climax. He pushed you down on his cock completely when he came, spilling his seed down your throat as well as onto your head. His warm cum slid down your hair and forehead, getting in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks. He pulled you off once he was empty, examining the damage he had done. Your entire face was covered in his sticky cum; any cum you didn't swallow was dribbling from your mouth and down your chin. Sukuna chuckled at the sight, taking two hands and wiping your face clean. Once he had removed most of his seed, he brought his hands before your mouth. You took the hint, licking up everything on his fingers and palms.

"Mm, what a good little pet you are," he hummed, petting your head like a dog. You licked the leftover cum off of your lips, waiting for his next command.

He kept a hand on your head as he leaned down, reaching between your legs. He peeled your pussy lips apart, dipping a finger inbetween your folds.

"My, my... look at how wet you are. All this because of sucking my cock? Naughty little minx."

He pulled his hand away, licking up your slick from his fingertips, moaning low. You tasted good.

"What now, my little pet? You know I'm not fully satisfied, so how will you please me?"

You tensed, standing up to your full height, still paling in comparison to him. You turned and walked toward the bed in the middle of the room, crawling over it on your hands and knees. You leaned forward, reaching behind you and pulling your ass cheeks apart, presenting for him. He could see how slick you were, could practically smell you from there.

"Well, that's certainly a good start."

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[anomaly-hivemind]

A Taste of Fire ☆ Dragon! Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader | Kinktober Day 2

Summary: You’re unfortunately chosen to be sacrificed to a dragon, but Rengoku being well Rengoku he is not going to kill you. You're definitely not off the hook, though.

Word Count: 4134

Tags: monsterfucking, monster/human relationships, dragon, Rituals, Predator/prey,  size kink, size difference, marking, knotting, dragon shifter, fluff and smut, oral, penis in vagina, overstimulation, aftercare, mating, Teratophilia, slight cockwarming, slight dacryphilia, blind and you’ll miss it.

It was that time of year, when the scorching summer sun began to cool, and the leaves began to change in hue. The whole world grew slower, it was also that time of year when your village chose someone to be a human sacrifice. About a day's walk away high up in the mountains was a dragon, of course, it wasn’t always there, however, it had been there for as long as you’d been alive.

The beast didn’t leave the mountains that often, and no one was allowed to venture that high up into the mountains to come across its lair aside from village guards and the sacrificial lamb. However, when it did leave everyone would stare in horror and awe as it soared through the open skies.

Though most of the village lived in fear, some also worshiped the dragons because of the power they wielded. Some time ago some foolish ignorant cowards got the grand idea that if they had a human sacrifice they could keep the dragon away from the village since a so-called “dragon expert” told them that dragons only need to eat once a year or some other stupid shit like that.

Unfortunately, before you could gather enough gold to hightail it to another village or a city you were chosen to be the sacrifice for the year. As they called your name your stomach churned and you felt like you were gonna be sick. The crowd parted around you as the village elders beckoned you forward. Your teeth were clenched tight and your muscles tense. You wanted nothing more than to run, but you couldn’t move, your feet were fixed to the ground.

Two people dragged you away to the village priests’ home where you got scrubbed clean and put into the boring beige sacrificial robes. Another person comes to him leading a sheep which the handler made to stand beside you.  You were told loudly to get on your knees to start the ritual. 

The Priest tells everyone to bow their heads, your heart was beating so erratically that you were starting to think you may have a heart attack before you could get eaten. He starts murmuring a few words as he cleans a wavy-looking knife.

 “And our keeper, the Red Dragon, will let us all stay in the name of the lamb of Sacrifice!” The Priest rams the knife into the back of the sheep's neck, you jump at the loud cry of the farm animal as its wool becomes stained with its blood. He drops the knife back on the table and looks down at you. His eyes were etched with determination and confidence as he placed a hand on your chin. You wanted to cry, you could feel the urge blowing into your eyes and you could feel the hairs on your body bristle. 

“You are saving us.” He whispered as he placed two fingers over your eyes to make you close them. 

  The two men picked up the sheep and tilted it above you. You let out a loud gasp when your body becomes coated in blood. The hot sticky liquid coats your robe and body. The viscous content matted your body as it started to slowly dry. You open your eyes, looking at the crimson color on you, its slow dripping almost causes you to disassociate from the experience. They yanked you off the ground roughly and

you stumble to a stand. Dragging you to the outskirts of the village they began chanting in low rumbly tones as they forced you against a pole and tied you there so you couldn’t run. 

This was all your life amounted to, nothing more than a sacrifice to a bunch of people who didn’t hesitate to send you to the slaughter. These people who had known you your whole life and now they were simply throwing your life away. 

Not too long after you hear the faint sound of wings flapping rhythmically, and the townspeople quickly begin to second the mountain. The blood was starting to cake up and dry a bit in places on your body. You hated feeling all sticky, but you guessed it wouldn't matter all that much when you were about to get eaten by a dragon. 

The sound of the dragon was growing louder and louder. When you looked up at the sky you could see the dragon closing distance in the air. You feel like you should be crying, or begging the great heavens to save you but you don’t. You knew it wouldn’t help you, in fact, no one was coming to help you. You close your eyes and accept your fate, a quick meal to “save” a bunch of scared townspeople. 

Moments later you were wrapped in a warmth, which you assumed was the maw of the beast. You were dead… at least that's what you thought before you felt the wind ripping around your body. You opened your eyes to see you were thousands of feet in the air in the dragon's claws. A scream gets stuck in your throat and your mouth goes dry as you choke on the feelings of dread. It overwhelms you, so much that you go limp and faint.  

You slowly wake up on the cave floor, surprisingly still alive. You look around, jumping and scrambling back when you meet the almost hypnotic eyes of the dragon, very clearly staring at you. Yellow rings wrapped around reddish orange pupils with white slitted irises, unmoving and unblinking; with its head tilted, almost curiously you supposed.

The dragon was just looking at you, motionless and breathing softly, at least that's what you assumed was soft for a dragon. You are scared now, more than ever, there’s no reason to try to put on a brave face when you are getting ready to die.  You could feel the warm breath waft over your naked body…  You look down at yourself, your bloody sacrificial robe is gone. 

The dragon moves closer, you lean back further wondering why this large beautiful creature hasn’t torn you to shreds yet. You squeezed your eyelids shut when you saw the dragon open its mouth. What you didn't expect was to be met with the hot tongue of the dragon licking the blood off your body.  It brings a chill up your spine as confusion slaps you. 

You were a deer in headlights, frozen with fear as the dragon licked you like a mother cat would its baby. The licking suddenly ceased, you opened your eyes, the blood was gone and the dragon moved away. 

“Thank you?”  You tilt your head as you sit in front of the dragon, why are you thanking the dragon that’s going to eat you? You didn't know what was going on right now. The dragon let out a loud huff before you watched it visibly start to shrink.  Your eyes widen as you hear the bones of the dragon actively start to shift and their skin glows a hue of different shades. Some of the lights were actively making your eyes burn a bit so you closed them and just listened to the snap, crackle, and bop. 

When it stopped you slowly opened your eyes to an unexpected sight. Before you were a man? Well, a humanoid of great stature and musculature. He had choppy blonde hair with red tips, however, his eyebrows were… black. And strangely shaped a bit like arrowheads.

His torso, arms, and legs, had red scales of various sizes, along with a few spikes on his arms and legs. Long thick red horns with ridges protruded from his head, curving slightly to the back. Then there was the matter that he was well, naked, you were trying not to look but you couldn’t help but notice the…large assets he possessed. 

Trying to find something else to focus on you looked back to his face, and he had such an unyielding stare, wide diamond-shaped eyes with such a unique color, white slitted pupils with red and yellow rings… red and yellow rings? The dragon turned into this “man”?

“You’re… the dragon?” You asked, unsure if he could even understand you, maybe he couldn’t even speak.

“Yes! Is that not clear from my appearance!?” He said, placing his hands on his hips. You looked up at him from your seated position,  you felt so small, and helpless and the fear was still present within you, even if you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was very beautiful and you felt almost drawn to him, like you're not supposed to look away from him. 

“What are you planning on doing to me?”  There was no better time than now to ask this question. Even if you were afraid of the answer.

“I'll keep you unless you want to go back to that village of yours.” 

“So you're not going to eat me?” You kind of felt like this was instigating. You don't really want him to change his mind. You were happy that you weren't going to have a meal. 

“No. I don’t feel like it right now,” The fact that he said right now and still a feeling of dread within you. So there was still a chance that he was going to devour you.  

“Then what happened to the other people that’ve been sent to you?” If he was eating people then you were not going to be the last The only reason why you assumed that he did eat People. Because you weren't the first to be sent up here. All who have never returned.

“Don't worry about that.” He shrugged and got down to his level. He was crouching right in front of you now. The smile on his face revealed his sharp teeth.   

He grabs your chin and gives you a once-over. You let out a squeak at the feeling of his warm skin radiating on you and sharp talons so close to puncturing your flesh. This close you get a better look at his size compared to yours. A wave of heat shoots to your core; why was there a part of you seemingly aroused right now?

“You smell delicious,”  He complimented, as his touch loosened.  His eyes are intense as they look at you with an odd gentleness.

“Delicious?” You were wondering how he could find your smell any kind of pleasing. You feel like you still smell like the remnants of the metallic twang of animal blood that was once on you. Which was also mixed from the time when he had run his tongue along your body to clean you off. 

“I'll keep you nice and right.” His horns brushed against your head as his face was near your neck.  You could feel his teeth against your skin causing you to shiver. You felt like you should be fighting him off, pushing him away, and booking it as fast as you could. 

But you knew that you couldn’t, that you shouldn't. There was no point in risking making this dragon in human form anger. He was larger than you, stronger than you, but something within you liked that. 

“So do you have a name?” Your voice quivered. 

“Kyojuro,” he said with his unwavering and almost uncanny smile. The small amount of evening sun that was filtering into the cave made his teeth glint, and once again you were reminded of how sharp they were, he could probably tear flesh apart in an instant, no problem. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

He places a kiss on your skin but you let out a wince when you feel his sharp teeth digging into your skin. He holds you in place so you can’t pull away and tears almost form in your eyes. His talons were so close to making your bleed, that didn’t stop any pain though as they dug into your flesh.

“Oh that hurts!” you complained out a whine. 

“You’ll feel all better soon, I'll make you feel much better.” He whispered and pulled you onto your back. You let him, staring up at his hypnotic eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze except it didn’t like the type that would involve you being a meal at least not fully.  But the way he bit you told another story, even more so when he takes another bite at again on your collarbone.  

Then he would suck on the mark before creating another one somewhere else. He was getting lower by the second he was looking up at you, running his tongue on your skin. You let out a gasp that finally catches Rengoku’s attention, a smirk grows on his face. 

“Am I making you feel good already, I can smell your arousal,”  Kyojuro spoke, a devilish smile on his face.

“I-i- um,” Your words were caught in your throat and your mouth was dry as you looked at him. He could smell you, the effect this was having on your body and mind you should be scared and in a way, you are still afraid of him but there was the underlying attraction. 

“It smells delectable, time for a little taste,” he said, licking his long tongue over his lips. Fear coursed through your body as he sniffed down your body. Rengoku smiled as he propped your legs up and open. You knew he said he wasn’t going to eat you but you still had that underlying fear.

When you felt his warm breath and his hair tickle your inner thigh you let out a yelp of surprise. His teeth dug into the fat of your thigh as he moved up, he was so close

 to your cunt. 

He licked a stripe up your pussy and let out a satisfied hum before going back in lapping and sucking with vigor. His tongue slipped into your hole, wow he was really eating that puss. You closed your eyes and let out a moan, gripping his horns and holding them in a tight grasp to pull him closer, you wanted more of this. Even though you feel like this is the opposite of how you should be feeling right now. 

Lewd slurps and moans bounced off the cave walls. He took his tongue from your hole and began swirling it around your throbbing bud you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. The pleasure was almost overwhelming but you knew you wanted more. 

“Ha-h more~” 

Kyojuro happily obliged and he worked to devour you with added fervor, you couldn't stop yourself from humping his face, your hips bucking up and pleasure coursing through you every time your clit brushed against his nose. He tightens his grip on your thighs to hold you in place, clearly, you were moving too much and he wanted you fully under his control. 

Your chest heaved as you tried to control yourself, however, your eyes were watering and you could feel the small amount of control you had slipping away from you. The way his tongue reached inside you writhing around or the way it flicked your clit just made waves of euphoria over you, your insides fluttered and it felt like you were floating.  

At the back of your mind, you were thinking about his teeth so close to such a sensitive part of you and the marks that littered your thighs certainly didn’t help that fact, however, that only seemed to make your juices flow more. 

“Oh- a-augh~!” The coil that had been slowly winding deep in your core released, your body tensed and your body raised slightly off the ground as pleasure ripped through your being. As you came down from your high your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath.  You closed your eyes only to have to force them open after being given a light pat on the face.

“We’re not done yet, I still have to get my fill… and once I’m satisfied, I'm going to ravage you.”  He pulls you a bit off the cave floor, your legs against his thighs and the rest of you still limply on the ground. He rubs his cock along your wet entrance, you could feel his fat head pressed against you. 

He rubbed the tip along your folds, teasing it. Your hips bucked forward though you knew it would surely wreck your insides. That was definitely too big, this was by far the biggest you saw let alone take and it caused a pit to form in your stomach but also a wave of heat in your cunt. He was getting ready to move into you, he let out a hiss as he stretched you out. It was certainly too big for you and you let out a pained whine, it didn’t help that you were as wet as you were. 

“Oh my gosh,” you moaned repeatedly, trying to cope with the pain, but there was also an underlying pleasure, you liked that you were triple times stuffed full. As Rengoku began to slowly rock his hips into you you could feel yourself slowly adjusting to his length. More and more it became easier for him to slide in and out from the mix of juices and precum. The pain turned into pleasure and you found your cries turning from moans of pain to pleasure. It still hurt but you liked the pain, it felt good.

Rengoku’s hands gripped your hips roughly and vigorously pounded into you, his fat balls slapping into your skin. It felt like his dick was carving out its own spot in your insides, bullying all the sweet spots inside over and over, again and again. You felt like your eyes were going to roll into the back of your skull as he started to make up a rhythmic pace. Your legs made a weak attempt to wrap around him, it caused him to let out a breathy chuckle.  

“Look at you, all mine, I can't wait to fill you up. ” He smiled and cleaned down to sink his teeth into your shoulder, you let out a moan. You wanted that, the words he said just echoing in your ears after he said it.  You felt like everything was on fire, your blood, your body, mind, and soul was begging for another release. This was evident when you could feel your walls clench around him getting ready for another climax. 

Your legs quaked and your walls clenched and spasmed around his magnanimous cock. Each thrust felt like too much, too overwhelming, too stimulating, and yet you couldn’t get enough.  You feel like with the way your moans were echoing throughout the cave the village would have been able to hear you.  

He smirks and leans into your neck, nipping over the other bite mark this time, the sensitive skin and causing you to try and squirm. His hips bucked against you becoming aggressive. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, wanting to pull him deeper into yourself, and urging him to take you harder. Your body is trembling with the pleasure and pain of his thick cock stretching you out. You felt like you were being torn apart, but you couldn't stop yourself from wanting more.

You felt like you were going to cum all over again, and you could feel him start to throb. You screamed out as Rengoku rammed into you, his cock being the thing pushing over the edge this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, legs tightening around his waist as you tried and fight the overcome by waves of pleasure. Your tight walls fluttered, trying to decide if you should loosen up or tighten to hold him inside you with a vice grip. 

“There you go pretty” he doesn't stop, in fact, it's the opposite as when he starts to pick back up to chase his own high. You didn't even have time to process the ending of your second before you started to feel the weak building of a third one. 

“I'm sure you have one more left in you” It wasn't a question, he was telling you to have the strength and willpower to stay conscious long enough to have another orgasm and that was easier said than done. 

Your body felt limp, and your mind was fuzzy, all with the added blanket of building pleasure. You felt like you were on fire and everything was hot you could almost taste it.

“I can't take it anymore!” You pant and groan. 

“You can” he hissed and you saw his eyes contradict even more than before into a predator-hungry gaze. It makes you shiver, his voice was harsh, if not encouraging. But even though he said you could, you went so sure. 

He moved faster, and harder and you cried out. He was letting out sounds that made your ears hot and your cunt harder. He grabs one of your hands, holds it in a firm grip and they both get closer to finishing. 

His thrust got messy and rough and his claws started to dig into your hand. You could tell he was close, and you weren't that far behind.  Then you felt it, the throbbing of his cock then he started to swell up. You could feel him getting bigger, ripping you open and stretching you past your limits. 

You could feel him right on the edge of ripping you in two with his knot, but you found yourself craving more of his touch. You held onto him tightly, milking every last drop from him as you writhed beneath him. You lay beneath Rengoku, your body still trembling from the intensity of your coupling. Along with being filled far past the brim, and you know that you would never feel this full by anyone else. 

You felt his weight on top of you, his cock still buried deep inside you, feeling like it was getting bigger by the second. You reached up, tracing your fingers along his chest, feeling the sweat on his skin. You could feel his heart beating against your hand, the sound of their shared breaths filling the air around them. 

He places a kiss on your cheeks, then forehead as he holds you closer to his warm form. His warm seed, trapped in you by his knot. His hold is gentle and protective, as you murmured incoherent curses as you feel yourself climaxing around his knot.  You could feel your jelly legs dampened with small rounds of love juices that managed to seep out. 

Kyojuro wrapped his large arms around your waist and flipped both of you over so you were lying on his chest. He was so warm it was pretty comforting. You could fall asleep if it wasn’t for Kyojuro's large cock still semi-hard inside of you.   

“How are you still hard?” Kyojuro just laughed at your question; the small shifting of his body from laughing made his dick twitch and you were still sensitive.

You let out a whimper. Kyojuro placed a kiss atop your head. “Shh, it’s okay,” he held tightly and rubbed your back soothingly. You feel your eyes start to get more heavy, and your body starts to become lucid. You both just lay there and claws lightly tracing patterns against your skin as you worked on getting your active senses to calm down. 

His hips rocked forward as much as they could. Even the little movement was far too much, you could barely take it. You tried to focus on your breathing, or his breathing, or anything else than the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling right now. 

“You’re doing so good,” Kyojuro whispered, patting your head comfortingly. 

Waves of pleasure washed over you so many times, you were so fucking out you didn’t even know your name or where you were. All you knew was that you couldn’t stop cumming. Kyojuro let out a grunt and you were pumped full of more cum. You could feel it leaking out the sides of your hole, which was thoroughly stuffed. Finally, you could feel his dick going soft, however, the knot at the base of his cock which was keeping him inside, had not. 

“My knot will go down in a few minutes, just relax till then okay,” Kyojuro said. Soon enough the knot did go down and he could finally pull out, cum flowed from your cunt, slipping down onto Kyojuro. He sat up and lifted you into his arms before standing up.

“Huh, where are we going?” You asked, a bit drowsy.

“There are hot springs up here in the mountains, going to clean up you, you’re gonna be hurting so the spring water should help,” he carried you gently and all you could do was start to fall asleep. 

[blueparadis]

LEMONADE + SHIU KONG // f!reader ( she's a sniper), smoking, mention of murder and violence, implicit smut, semi-public ( happens in a car ), little tension between them, rivals to fvck buddies dynamics, he is such a tease here. 1.3 (w.c)

special thanks to @poohbea for beta-reading. without her, i really wouldn't have posted this. i had something in mind and this is entirely different. so i said better luck next time to myself and found the courage to post this. | back to nav. | also tagging @yuujispinkhair

“You’re not nearly as inconspicuous as you believe yourself to be.” Kong mutters off-handedly under his breath, reaching for the latch of your belt. His minty tobacco-laced breath paired with that familiar musky cologne threatens to send your nerves into a frenzy. He’s too close for someone who claims to ‘just wanted to undo your seatbelt’. He had no reason to but he did it anyway, probably because you were asking too many questions. He could have easily pressed one of those buttons on the driver’s side door, the one that unlocks all seat belts at once. The car is fancy enough to have those kinds of luxury features anyway, but you can’t help the racing of your heart when his fingers brush your skin. It’s only when he sits back in his own seat do you register his remark. Did he just scold you? The possibility alone has you licking your bottom lip nervously. 

It’s not as though he never has, but given your history with him, he rarely comments on your professionalism. He has been your handler for almost a year now and has yet to actually correct or complain about the way you do your job. He’s proud of your skills, he has to be, otherwise, he wouldn’t be hiring you for every sniper-kill case he gets.

“I heard you were back in town,” he starts, tapping on his cigarette packet before taking one between his lips. “But I couldn't contact you until I got the green light. That, and I’ve been too damn busy with the bounty offers that keep coming up.” He digs into his breast pocket to fish out a lighter, the flame flicking to life as his thumb rolls over the spark wheel. You look at him visibly confused, something he acknowledges with an amused huff. “Were you really so busy that you couldn't read the briefing I sent you?” He is definitely scolding you, but for what exactly? Trying to stay neutral in the face of his crude teasing, you let out a small breath, choosing to keep his gaze despite the nagging need to look away. He’s changed a bit. There’s worry in his eyes, more than usual, eyebrows creased as he continues. “Ah! I can't let you slip up now — ” 

“Why am I here?” You interject with a frown. 

“What?” He has the audacity to look at you surprised, as if he wasn’t the one to call you here again.

“This is the third time this month you’ve had me meet you… and in case you haven’t noticed, I have a bit of a busy schedule.” Kong lets you speak for longer than ten seconds for the first time in a very long time, his bad habit of interrupting taking the backseat for once. When he doesn’t answer you, you click your tongue, irritation evident in the furrow of your brow. “Why am I here, Kong-san—?”

“Shiu.” He corrects. Guess you spoke too soon. “And you still didn't answer my question. Did you or did you not—”

“I did.” You respond sourly. “And it told me a whole lot of nothing. Which is why I'll ask you again. Why am I here, Shiu?” Despite your irritation, the glaring fact of his contributions to your career as a sniper sits heavy on your shoulders as you sit in weighted silence. He knows it too, and never fails to bring it up every time you try to walk away, try to tell him you don’t need his help. He’s pushed you farther than anyone else ever has. Certainly, you owe it to him, but his ego is already big enough without the offer of such a confession, and you would rather put a bullet in your skull than admit that. 

The air inside the car grows thick with smoke as he takes drag after drag of his cigarette, not that you minded, you’re a smoker yourself, but just to spite him you opened the window by your side. “Isn’t it obvious?” Kong soon discards the butt out of his own window, studying you all the while, observing the mix of question and frustration that creases your forehead as your frown deepens. His lips tug up in one corner ever so slightly, too slight for anyone else to spot, but being around him as often as you have, you knew it was coming. “I’ve missed you.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. What a horrible man… he’s toying with you.

“Hilarious,” you mutter, offering him a sarcastic chuckle. He doesn’t waver, doesn’t look away, that small smile growing at your skepticism. The realization has your heart beating in your ears, and suddenly finding it difficult to keep his gaze.

“Want me to prove it to you?” He dips his head slightly, the leather of his seat squeaking in protest as he leans closer.

“No.” Your reply was instantaneous but you do not move, his hand reaching to play with the necklace resting against your collarbone, the very someone he gifted you after your first successful case. “Aren't we supposed to be doing a job here?”

“You tell me. Haven't you read the briefing?” Again with the same question. He is far too calm in this situation, fingers caressing the hammering pulse that lies just below the surface of your skin. “You weren’t lying to me were you—?”

“This is going nowhere.” You huff, finally breaking the intense staring contest he had trapped you in, finding the courage to withdraw from his touch momentarily. 

“It could if…” he guides you back to him, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gaze dipping to your lips. “If you wanted.”

You bite your lip lowering your head to hide your merriment. “Like the last time?” You ask with a knowing smile. If you wanted. Yeah. Sure. As if he didn’t. Because during the ‘last time’ in question, things were entirely different. You two weren’t out for a job. In fact, you were in a situation similar to this one, in his car, engaging in your usual back and forth. It’s unclear exactly what came over you that day, but those sly eyes and that cocky smile had you seeing your handler as less of a mentor and more of the man he was. The conversation devolved into his lips against yours, his hands against your hips as he encouraged you from your seat onto his lap. Thunder rumbled the heavens and rain battered against the windshield, the perfect mask for inevitable heavy breaths and throaty moans. Your skin tingled beneath his touch, his lips, his teeth, the press of his thigh between your legs that had electricity crackling up the base of your spine. His name fogged the windows, each syllable working its way through the tresses of your mind till that was all you could utter, all that truly mattered. He reveled in that, in the way you gave yourself to him almost entirely. How your body grew hot with every caress, every thrust, every kiss. What did you even call this feeling? Neither of you knew, but it was clear that either didn’t want it to stop. By the end of it, his presence spanned your body, inside and out. 

Shiu laughs at your subtle accusation. It has the kind of warmth that reminds you of cozy mornings during winter. There is a pregnant pause after he says. “Yeah.” Bobbing his head in a ‘yes’. You shake your head slowly, an amused breath leaving your nose as your nerves buzz with memories past.

You sigh, assessing him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out what exactly he’s hiding beneath that elaborately organized talk of his. But the man is a vault, hiding behind dark eyes that threaten to reel you in again. It has you playing with your tongue, curling it against the insides of your mouth before smacking your lips. “Was there really any job for me to begin with?” You retort. 

Shiu Kong smiles, his carefully crafted demeanor crumbling in the face of the woman he’s slowly beginning to fall for. “There wasn’t.” He says bashfully.

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[noodle-is-unstable]

Left Breathless

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Toji Fushigiro x GN!Reader

Kink ~ Choking/Erotic Asphixiation

Synopsis ~ Toji thinks you talk too much. In reality you just love how you look with his hand as a collar.

Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, choking, air restriction, fingering, penetration, raw sex, cumming on back. Idk Adult Content.

2.8K Words, I don't proof read

“We should sneak out of here” Toji whispered into your ear.

“You’re the one that agreed to this.” You chuckled but truthfully you were seething.  There you were, on a double date, sat across from Shiu and his latest fling.  It wouldn’t have been bad if it was a normal double date but Shiu and his date were basically making out across from you.

“I’ll never do it again, promise.” Toji kissed your cheek, trying to drag your attention away from the PDA.  That was a lie though because he said this every time but somehow you’d always end up on a double date again.

“Shiu uses a lot of tongue.” You commented, both disgusted and fascinated.  “Alright, let me go pay and we can head out.” You whisper back to him.

“Wait, Shiu said he’d pay.  Wouldn’t be here otherwise.” Tojis brows furrowed.

“I know.” You smirk, holding up a black card.  “Swiped his card earlier.  I think our handler owes us a nice bottle for the night after subjecting us to this.” Your smile was devilish.

“God I love you.” Toji’s scarred lips turned up before you winked and skipped off.  You went to the bar side of the restaurant.  It wasn’t your usual scene, after all there were no fights happening.  Soft music played, the bar had backlight shelves and bottles to the roof.  Boujee.  Not as nice as the places Shiu takes clients but he was definitely trying to show off.  Hesitantly you took a seat and waited for the bartender to notice you.

“What can I get for you?” He walked over, cleaning a glass.  This whole thing felt foreign.

“Bottle of scotch, anything $300-$500, aged at least 10 years.” You ramble off.  Truthfully you just wanted to run Shiu’s card up a little.  Cheap wine and spirits were fine by you.

“Any notes you prefer?” The bartenders seemed more cheery at your expensive order.

“Musical.” You chuckle to yourself.  “I don’t care, dealer's choice.” You shrug.  The bartender nodded and started examining the shelves.

“Buy you a drink?” A man sat down beside you.  He had on a full suit with a loosened tie, unremarkable at best.

“Not if you know what's good for you.” You remark, turning your attention anywhere but him.

“Come on, one drink can’t hurt.” The man urged.  Not taking no for an answer, another red flag.

“Oh but I promise it will.” You sigh.  This was no longer amusing and the bartender was taking too long.

“One drink, nothing more, nothing less.” The man began to lean in more.  

“How about much less.” Your eyes flicked to the man, dark and warning.  He didn’t take the hint as he flagged down the other bartender and began to order.  This is why you hated places like this.  How long does it take to grab a bottle?  But there he was examining each one like it mattered.

“Drink up.” The man slid a glass towards you.  Why was there orange peel in it?  Why would you pay for a drink to have scraps in it?  Why didn’t it come with the orange at least.

“Didn’t agree to the drink.” You went to slide it back when an arm snaked over your shoulders.  Bad move.  The glass in your hand collided with his face, breaking his nose and most likely causing lacerations.  Glass shattered everywhere as people began to scream and panic.

“You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself.” Your foot collided with the man's ribs, cracking underneath the impact.  “If someone doesn’t say yes, that means no.” You reached over the bar to pour literal salt into his wounds.  “And another-” You were suddenly over familiar, broad and muscular shoulders.

“Shouldn’t touch what isn't yours.” Toji barked at the screaming man before he started dragging you away.  As you were being dragged off your eyes met your handlers.  Disappointed but not shocked.  You threw his card back at him, hitting him in the forehead.  At least you had some fun and entertainment tonight.

“I ever tell you how hot you are when you’re crazy?” Toji asked, placing you in the passenger seat of the car.

“Sometimes, but you aren’t much for words.” You bit your lip, thinking for a moment.  “Why don't you show me instead?” You could see his eyes darken as he started the car.  The ride was quiet.  Toji’s hand on your thigh, squeezing every now and then as he tries to focus on getting home.  He wanted to speed, to rip through the backroads but he knew if he got pulled over things would only take longer.  Shiu was spamming you with messages about having to pay people off, and not being able to take you anywhere but you could only focus on the man beside you.  The only man you had eyes for.

The instant Toji put the car in park and you were unbuckled, you were being dragged over the middle control, through the driver's door.  He has to save precious seconds to savor you oh so sooner.  You couldn't help but giggle as he threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass.  He moved at an inhuman pace to unlock the door and rush you to the bedroom.  He threw you on the bed, making you bounce slightly as he looked you over, hungry and needy.

“So tell me why you assaulted him.” Toji purred, crawling on top of you.  Toji was a possessive man, not a jealous one but a possessive one.  He didn’t need to be jealous, he knew you only had eyes from him, but he loved to claim you as his.

“He tried to buy me a drink and didn’t take no for an answer.” You bit your lip.  His eyes looked over your every feature like it was the first time again.

“And why did you say no?” Toji gently kissed your jawline, eyes never leaving yours as he patiently waited for the words he craved.

“Because I’m yours.” With those simple words Toji could have sworn he almost came.  Such a simple phrase but filled with so much love.  His weight pinned you down as he began to bite and suck at your neck.  Leaving marks, HIS mark.  You couldn’t help but moan as he sucked on the spot just below your ear.

“Just one more time babe, whose are you?” His voice came out almost desperate, holding your face to look at him with both hands.

“I am yours Toji.” You could see the hearts in his eyes as he looked at you.

“And I’m all yours.” Toji purred, his scared lips connecting with yours.  For as rough as he seemed, Toji was actually very soft and gentle, especially when it came to you.  He pressed himself into your leg, grinding and begging for friction as you kissed.  His lips became needier.  Moving faster, choosing this kiss over breathing.  Parting his lips his tongue flicked at your lips, begging to be let in.  You eagerly opened up, inviting him in.  Your tongues swirled together, fighting for dominance, a fight you always let Toji win.  He tasted peppery, but with a slight sweet note like strawberry.  It was your favorite flavor in this world.  It was only when both your lungs were burning you pulled away from the searing kiss.  A spit strand still connects you both as you panted, needy and desperate.

Toji grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to pull it off.  You happily sat up, allowing him to remove your shirt before doing the same to his.  It was a sight you’d never tire of.  Like he was crafted from marble, a Greek god made for you.  Toji was no better, licking his lips as his eyes examined your bare chest.  

“Gunna do something or just stare?” You breathed out, feeling a little too observed under his sharp gaze.

“You talk too much.” Tojis lips found yours again.  His teeth bit down on your bottom lip, sucking and pulling at it as he continued to rut into your thigh.  His cock was so hard it was bruising.  You couldn't help but to reach down and grab it through his pants.  The grunt that Toji let out was like music to your ears.  He was panting into your mouth and humping your hand all the while.  It was only when you gave him a squeeze he pulled back and moved your hand away.

“Toji.” Your brows furrowed with a pout.

“Not yet babe.” Toji groaned as he adjusted his member.  He began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, shoulder, collar bone, until he was level with your chest.  Lolling out his tongue he began to lick all over until he hit your nipple.  With a soft gasp from you, he latched on.  Sucking, flicking his tongue and gently nibbling.  His hand moved to knead the flesh around your other one.  He loved the soft whimpers and gasps you let out, squirming under his touch but his heavy body kept you pinned.  

“Toji, please.” You whined, hands lacing through his raven locks.  A sharp bite came down before he released all together.

“I told you, you talk too much.” Tojis hand moved to your throat, squeezing it lightly.  You bit your lip in excitement.  This wasn't the first time Toji had choked you, in fact you often begged him to.  The almost high feeling you got from being choked was euphoric.  Your eyes immediately started to roll back as Toji applied pressure, but as soon as it came it went.

“Toji.” You pouted, desperately trying to push his hand back into you.

“Eyes on me.  If you can’t keep your eyes open and on me, you're not getting choked.” Toji’s voice was demanding.  This had two purposes, to ensure you were still coherent and conscious as well as the fact Toji loved eye contact.  You desperately nod, begging for the restrictive sensation to return.  A deep chuckle escaped Toji before he obliged, squeezing down on your throat.  You fought to keep your eyes open, on him.  The feeling was just too good.  Your head felt light, like you were floating, it was hard to swallow and only shallow breaths could escape you.  Even so, you desperately keeped your eye focused on your boyfriend.

Toji lifted his body off of yours, making sure not to remove his hand from your neck.  His other hand began to undo your pants.  You helped him, lifting your hips, as he slid both your pants and underwear off in one swift motion.  Once your pesky clothes were out of the way he returned to his place, hovering over your chest, body between your thighs.  Placing two of his digits in his mouth he coated them in a thick layer of spit.  His lips went to your untouched nipple, giving it the same treatment as your other one.  It was his other hand you were focused on through.  The way it slid between your thighs, straight to your entrance.  His fingers circled it, coating it in his spit to lube it.  Such small, teasing circles, barely hovering over it.

“P-pl.” Was all you could choke out.  A pitiful begging attempt under the grip Toji had on you.  He knew what you wanted though, and he was more than happy to oblige.  One thick finger slipped in, setting an agonizingly slow pace.  His mouth was still sucking and nipping at your chest, sure to leave his mark there too.  His finger curled up into you, causing you to gasp, barely any oxygen reaching your lungs.  Then his second finger slid in.  Toji’s fingers were thick, only two was enough to cause a stretching sensation.  It was the way he spread and curled them inside of you that had you moaning under bated breaths though.  Your eyes never left his, as breathy mewls spilled from your lips.  His tongue flicking on your nipple as he stared into you had you fighting to keep your eyes open.

“To-ji.” You choked out.  He knew what you wanted, what you were begging for.

“Cum for me then.” Toji growled, biting down on your chest as he hooked his fingers into you.  You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back as your orgasm washed over you.  Gasping for air as your body pulsated around Toji’s fingers.  His grip on your throat loosened, oxygen returning to your lungs as a headrush appeared.  Your body felt like it was floating on nothing.  

“Look at me.” Toji urged you softly, wanting to make sure you were still coherent.  As you gasped, your half lidded eyes went back to him.

“More.” Was all you could pant out.  His deep laughter filled the room.

“So needy.  Roll over.” Toji instructed you.  It was like instinct, his command making your body move.  You flipped to your stomach, face in the mattress and ass in the air.  You could feel movement and the sound of his pants hitting the floor.  His dripping tip tapping on your ass.

“Ready?” Toji asked, moving to tap his tip on your entrance.  Spit and precum mix together as he waits for your response.

“Please Toji, please fuck me.” You mumble, face half in the mattress.  Toji didn’t move though.  You moved your head more to look at him and when your eyes met his you realized what he wanted.  Eyes on him.  No words were needed as he began to push his tip in.  It was no surprise that Toji was huge, but even after all this time it was still astonishing.  Even with prep he’d stretch you out on him.  Slow, small thrusts.  Slowly inching his way into you until his hips were flush with your ass.  

“First things first.” Toji hisses through gritted teeth.  You were just too tight, too warm and too wet.  His small piece of paradise inside of you.  Toji leaned over top of you, his weight deepening the arch in your back before his arm hooked around your neck.  Your neck sat in the crook of his elbow, being squeezed between his bicep and forearm.  Everytime he flexed it limited your airflow more.  A dumb, fucked out smile sat on your lips as he angled your head to look at him.

“Blink twice if you're not ready, three times if you are.” Toji kissed your cheek.  Glossy, dazed, eyes that he couldn’t help but want looking at him.  Through wet lashes, you blinked three times.  A low rumble escaped him before he pulled out almost completely, hips snapping back into you all at once.  Rough, fast, and desperate.  Toji was setting a relentless pace, your ass rippling every time his hips reconnected with you.  His bicep flexed with every thrust, giving you small waves of oxygen.  Drool fell from your lips, swallowing was too hard.  Toji’s thick tip pounded into your sweet spot with every thrust, sure to bruise your insides.  Toji’s tongue licked at your falling spit as he continued at his animalistic pace.  High pitched whines squeaked out, tears began to well in your eyes.  It was too much, too good, so intoxicating and euphoric.  The thick knot forming deep in your core was almost painful.  You needed to release, you needed to cum.  All you could do was give Toji pleading, glossy eyes and begging whines.  Toji knew that look and could feel how you were consticting his cock.

“Fuck, C-cum for me babe, cum on my cock.” Toji grunted between thrusts, chasing his own release.  Your tongue fell out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.  For only a moment you saw white and your ears rang as you came, and hard.  Toji’s hold on your neck was quickly dropped, hands moving to your ass to fuck you impossibly faster through your high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Toji chanted with every thrust, fighting the urge to cum, wanting to feel you milk his cock for just a moment more.  He couldn’t hold out though.  Toji pulled out, fisting his cock until hot cum coated your back.  Thick and so much, he painted your back white with his mark.  Somehow Toji seemed more breathless than you were.

“Shit, you okay, can you look at me?” Toji asked, nothing but care in his voice.  His hand came down to move the hair out of your face and gently stroke your cheek.  Your body didn’t want to move, your eyes seemed to be the only thing that could.  You looked up to him, face half in the mattress still.  Fluttering blinks were all you could manage, fighting to keep your eyes open for him.

“Come on, I’ll clean you up.” Toji chuckled, hearts in his eyes as he looked down at you.  Gently, he scooped you up, kissing the top of your head.

About the Kink: Choking/Erotic Asphyxiation is the intentional restriction of oxygen for the sake of sexual arousal. This can be done through strangulation (chocking, ligature, or other), volatile substances and/or chest compressions

How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

This is a dangerous kink and should not be practiced alone. 250-1,000 people pass per year in the USA alone from this kink. It is vital safety signals are put into place and the one doing the choking is constantly checking in to ensure the one being choked is conscious and coherent. If at any point the one being choked seems unresponsive or incoherent, the restriction of oxygen should immediately stop. When choking pressure should be applied to the side of the neck, the veins and arteries, rather than the trachea itself. Pressure can be added to the trachea to enhance this kink but it should be noted that damage such as bruising can occur. If using ligature (like a belt, collar, rope, etc.) make sure there is a knife or scissors nearby in care of emergency. It is also recommended that the one choking knows what to so incase consciousness is lost. CPR can be beneficial for this kink as well.

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i know it is meant to be a oneshot but maybe ... "The Pandas and the Conservationist" part 2? haha

The Pandas and the Conservationist Part 2 | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 6.8k words, Rated E

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE (several months and one nervous breakdown later). Thanks to @thebearmage for helping me with ideas on this one. !SubFive is truly your speciality.

Enjoy the Commission worldbuilding I can't seem to resist leading to a subby Five slutting around in a doomsday bunker. (Also please give me headpats for finding this gif without freaking out. There were so many Five/Lila ones and I feel cold all over).

<< Read Part 1

The Handler was unlike his predecessor in many ways. Where they aligned, however, was in a roach-like ability to take a bullet to the brain and survive.

Unluckily for this Handler, however, he had no metal plate in his skull: there was, irrevocably, a bullet lodged in his frontal lobe. Yet, when he opened his eyes to see a chunk of viscera swinging before them, he felt fine.

Woozy, but fine. 

He had a job to do, that he knew. The board was relying on him to keep things operational. Yes, he had a job to do, and he knew it had something to do with…that guy. 

He racked the 95% of his brain not eviscerated by the bullet and tried to call him to mind. Thinking hard, it came to him that there was definitely a guy…and there was also a woman…and he had to do…something. 

Employ them? Kill them? Take them out for waffle fries and a large Sprite? 

Maybe he had to do one thing to one of them and another thing to the other.

Mouth pulling down into a frown, he got to his feet, the bodies of two men blurring before his eyes. As he swayed and caught the back of a chair to steady himself it occurred to him vaguely that he might not be in optimal health. 

***

“You’re staying here.”

“I thought you said we were going to R&D together?”

“No,” Five said, irritably shifting behind you again.

The closet was no less cramped after your fumblings in here. They were now sweatier, in fact, and sweat wasn’t the only bodily fluid making this an even more inconvenient hiding place than before. 

Impatiently, Five reiterated the plan:

“I blink in, steal a briefcase dynamo, blink back here and then we get out, okay?”

“And do what?” you protested, “We know nothing about what’s going on. We’ve got no idea how to stop whatever threat I pose.”

You heard air leave Five’s nostrils in a huff, but you continued to whisper over any planned interruption. 

“We need more information.”

Five wished he could lift his arm enough to pinch the bridge of his nose between two fingers and stave off the threatening headache as you continued:

“You said that guy - the Handler - had a file. Can’t we just-”

“No,” Five said, sternly. I need you to stay safe. So that means we get out of here as soon as possible.”

“But it’s not just about me!” you said, pained, “People could die.”

“And we’ll try to stop that from happening.” Five said, gentleness breaking through his frustration and he rubbed your hip in small, comforting circles.

“Remember: this isn’t your fault.”

And his forehead came into contact with the back of your head, the tip of his nose in your hair.

“I don’t want to lose you.” came the whisper, “You and I…I want to chase that as far as you’ll let me.”

“Five,” you protested, half exasperation, half touched. 

“You’ll be cold in that nightdress,” he said, wriggling to extract his arms from his suit jacket.

His tone was low and tender, but firm. He intended to carry his point, as much about your body temperature as your staying here.

He succeeded in removing his jacket with difficulty and, with no place to go, it stayed wedged between him and the tightly-packed supplies he was pressed up against. 

“Put this on when I’m gone.”

“No, Five-”  

But the suit jacket fell to the floor in the sudden absence of the body that had been pressing it against the boxes. 

***

You drew the jacket more closely around you as you followed Five’s figure through the gloom. The tunnel was tight, claustrophobic, and lit only by small, flickering fluorescents twenty feet apart. When you emerged into the relative spaciousness of the stairwell, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“What is this place?” 

“It’s a hollowed out cold war missile silo.” said Five, sounding partly amused and partly dismissive as your footsteps clanked on the metallic stairs, “It was Dad’s, and it’s a prepper’s paradise.”

At the bottom of the first flight of stairs, he felt his way along the curved wall until he found a switch, and the strip lighting flickered into life, along with the hum of machinery.

“There we go.” he said, looking around the room with satisfaction. “To think, all the time I was alone in the apocalypse there was all this just a four day walk from the city.”

He laughed bitterly, whether at his own ignorance or at his father’s keeping this knowledge from his children, you didn’t know.

You looked around with interest at the large, circular room you found yourself in. To the left of the stairwell, there was a bank of six floor-to-ceiling water tanks, and to the right there were large, industrial generators and batteries, presumably to produce and store electricity.

“We won’t need them now,” he said, noting your gaze and motioning you to follow him down the next flight of stairs, “They’re only designed to kick in if the mains go down.”

“Are we safe here?” you asked, following him down to the next level, where industrial shelves of canned and dried food stretched as far as you could see on either side. 

“Safe as we can be,” he said, turning sharply and continuing to trot lightly down another flight of stairs. “The first I heard of this place was six months ago. I found the deeds in a secret safe none of us knew about. Not even Klaus.”

You emerged at the end of a long hallway of modern, wood paneled walls leading to a circular central concourse, lit pleasantly with hidden bulbs mimicking sunlight with eerie accuracy.  

“Here we are.” he said, matter-of-factly, leading you through a door into a bright living space, “this floor sleeps sixteen and there are about ten identical units below us. Beneath that there’s a library, and then a gym and media center right at the bottom. Should keep us entertained for a few months at least.”

You looked with interest around the room. It was an odd mix of functional luxury. Plush yet hardy carpets, the smooth concrete finish on the walls and the sleek, modern furniture. It was very different from the Hargreeves house with its stuffed sofas, trinkets and elegant portraits around the walls. 

You looked assessingly at the ridiculously well-stocked bar along one wall. Five’s dad liked a drink as much as he did, apparently.

“I always assumed your place was full of booze because of you guys,” you said, smirking.

“Dad’s influence.” Five said, matter-of-factly. He adjusted his shirtsleeves unnecessarily before looking back at you, a small smile curling his lips.

“I’m going to take a shower after our little encounter in the closet. I’d say we have a few hours before my family get here, so…”

His eyebrows raised suggestively, and his head gave a small, inviting incline towards the hallway again. Clearly he was inviting you to join him in the shower.

You smirked, but hid your smile as you crossed over to the bar.

“Sounds nice, but I think I’m going to put my feet up and read this over a nice drink.”

Casually, you pulled the manilla file out from beneath Five’s jacket and waved it over your shoulder so he could see it.

There was a moment of disbelieving silence.

“What the hell?”

***

He was losing blood. He might not remember exactly why, but the fact was proclaimed by the thick, dark drops on the polished marble floor, smearing as he staggered through them.

The Handler encountered nobody as he swayed his way through the halls, intent on only one thing: if the answers to all this were going to be anywhere, they would be in his office. 

He thought the worst part of the journey would be navigating the stairwell, but it didn’t seem to have gotten any easier now that he was on the flat.

He ricocheted hard off one of the walls in the hallway, his head ringing with - not pain exactly - but with a surge of something that rooted his legs to the spot, causing him to nearly go sprawling with his own forward momentum.

As he flailed wildly, his hand closed around the nearest door handle, that of the cleaning supply closet, to support himself. He held it tightly, breathing shallowly with head against the solid wood of the doorframe.

***

Five looked from you to the file with a look that could only be described as apoplectic.

“I told you to stay in there!” he said, through teeth gritted so tightly you were surprised he could get it out. 

“The Handler walked in on me with half his brains falling out!” you said, defensively, “I had to think fast!”

In two strides, Five crossed the room, and grabbed you, his nails digging into your upper arms and giving you two or three abrupt shakes to punctuate his words:

“You could have been killed!”

***

You cowered when the door opened and a man fell through it. The light of the corridor stung your eyes, and it took them a couple of moments to adjust until you almost screamed aloud at the sight before you. The Handler was impossibly standing before you, straightening up and swaying as he did so, blood dripping from a bullet wound above his right eye.

“File,” he slurred. 

“Um,” you stuttered, trembling.

“There’s a man,” he continued, still in that dragging monotone and apparently incapable of noting your fear. “There’s something about a man. And a woman. In a file. My office.”

Neither of his eyes were focused on you. In fact, one of them was drifting off into the back of his head as a result of the traumatic brain injury.

You bit your lip. Though Five had insisted you stay here, this opportunity had just dropped into your lap. 

“Then we should go and get it,” you said. 

“Yesss,” he replied, as if he hadn’t thought of this, “Goooddiydea. Good idea. Yes. This way.”

He stood back against the door and ushered you with an odd sort of gallantry into the hallway. 

***

Five snatched the file from your hand 

“I can’t believe you did this! Are you an idiot?”

You fired up at this immediately. 

“I’m an idiot who got us information!” 

Five growled, baring his teeth in frustration, as if trying to stop himself striking like a snake. 

“I wanted you to stay safe!”

“I am safe!” you shouted, though placing your hands consolingly on his upper arms.

Your touch seemed to take some of the anger out of him, his face relaxing as you rubbed his arms soothingly up and down.

“He didn’t even recognise me. He took me into his office and fell down dead as soon as he stepped through the door. The file was just there on the desk. I took it, walked back to the closet and then you were back within two minutes.”

Five looked from you to the file and then back again.

“Did nobody see you?”

“Nobody walked past,” you shrugged, “and even if they saw us on cameras, we’re out of there now anyway.”

There was a moment or two of eye contact. Anger had not quite drained from those eyes, but now the fear underlying the anger was more evident, alongside a hard, manic energy building fast.

He broke away from you, sat down on the couch and began to read, his leg shaking restlessly. 

“Five,” you said, soothingly, following him and massaging his shoulders over the back of the couch, “I thought you needed to shower?”

“That was before we had this,” he murmured. “Now, shut up for a while. I’m reading.”

“Charming,” you said, and you thought you saw the hint of a smile curve his lips as he read. You stayed standing behind him, running your fingers absently though the hair at the nape of his neck. Gradually his leg stopped shaking as you petted him, leaning forward to read over his shoulder. He was looking intently at what looked like a flow chart.

“Nova Vertical City,” Five said contemplatively.

“That giant skyscraper they’re building?” you said, surprised, joining him on the couch now. 

“That’s the one,” he said, grimly, “It’s the wave of the future, apparently. Got a capacity of ten thousand and it looks like the construction crew are under a lot of pressure to get it finished.”

“What does this have to do with me?” you asked, scanning the page but unable to make sense of it from the little snippets you read.

“Nothing directly, but in about twenty days, you have a fender bender with the chief engineer, David Haltz. It means he gets to work late and kind of pissed off. As a result of that he’s stressed and rushing and he ignores a recommendation for structural analysis thinking it’s just normal settling movement. Except it isn’t. In two years or so it falls and six-thousand people die who aren’t supposed to.”

“Aren’t supposed to?”

“To ensure the optimal timeline. One of them is supposed to become president apparently. It looks like he’s responsible for killing way more than six-thousand people, but the math must bear out somewhere down the line.”

You sat there for a while, dumbfounded.

“So…people will die either way? More people will die because I live?”

Five sighed and put a hand on your knee.

“Don’t think about it like that. People always die, it’s just what people do. Trust me, don’t do the math. It’s all just chaos. We’re particles bouncing around in a bell jar colliding off one-another at random. We’ve got no choice. So don’t think about it. Take my advice and try to forget it if you can.”

Instinctively, you laid your head on Five’s shoulder, searching for the fundamental comfort his warmth could offer you after this news.

He looked at you sidelong. All these little touches. Grinding against each other in the closet had been hot, sure, but it had accelerated things. Through all the months Klaus tried to set you up, your relationship moved glacially. Then, after one heady cocktail of fear and lust, all the barriers between you had fallen before you’d had a chance to talk about what this was. 

He’d been anticipating a conversation after a few days, one in which he’d try to play it cool and sensible, but with your fingers in his hair and your cheek against his shoulder, it felt too right to ignore. 

He put an arm around you. 

“Why not just stop me getting into the fender bender?” you asked, eventually, “Why kill me when they could have just locked me up or whatever?”

Five shook his head.

“God knows. They kill because killing’s what they do when it comes to their targets. I expect resourcing costs play a part but the Commission I worked for liked to minimize outputs as much as possible.”

He spoke bitterly, brow lowered as he continued.

“If you kill problematic individuals then you only have to train assassins rather than jailors. You don’t have to house them and you don’t have to come up with ways to stay under the radar. The less common sense you have to apply, the easier it is to function in an institution like the Commission. It wasn’t like that when Herb was in charge.”

You could hear the cogs in his mind whirring once more after the brief hiatus in which he held you.

“This is actually good news,” he said, “It means we can wait it out. It’s probably safest to wait until construction of the vertical city’s complete before we leave, but in the meantime we can make a plan for the Commission. I gotta find out what happened to Herb and Dot.”

“Sounds good,” you said, rubbing his shoulder and hoping to settle him once more, but the tension in his body made it clear he was preparing himself for action.

“I’ll get started in advance of my family arriving.”

“In crusty underwear?”

Five ignored this and stood, fingers twitching into an automatic pen-hold as he scoured the room for a writing implement.

“This can wait,” you said, firmly.

“Doesn’t hurt to get ahead,” he said, distractedly.

You got to your feet and stood behind him, letting your arms wrap around his waist.

“Didn’t you promise me some more fun? Wait until tomorrow at least. Right now, you need to shower, put on some laundry, and change.”

You kissed his shoulder blades through his shirt, smelling sweat, sex and the undercurrent of detergent. The tension started to leave his body with each kiss, and you hummed against him as he relaxed into you, pleased with the effect you were having. 

“There we go,” you said, amused, “it can feel good to let go of control.”

He leaned back into your touch. This was rare for him to become intimate so soon. One of your hands slid from his hip to his stomach, where the last of his tension remained. You rubbed him gently there, and he sighed. 

“Did it feel good in the closet?” you whispered, gently into his ear, “trapped with my ass against you?”

Five could feel his body wanting to become boneless, your whisper lifting all the fine hairs on his neck. Too much had already happened today, the weight of responsibility was beginning to make itself felt again. It would feel good to turn off his brain. Something about your voice, about your arms holding him. It made him want to surrender.

“There are definitely worse situations to be in,” he said, voice slightly frayed.

You smirked. He was so easy to undo. A few more prods and this strong, usually so controlled man would be putty in your hands. You leaned in again, so that your lips brushed his ear as you whispered.

“No choice but to get hard, huh?” 

He chuckled under his breath, slightly nervously, you thought. You let the hand on his stomach drift lower, tantalizingly close to where he could already feel a semi developing against the uncomfortable mess in his pants.

“And didn’t it feel good to just let go and let it happen?” you whispered, brushing your lips against his neck.

Yes, you’d expected Five to be putty in your hands after a few more prods, but you didn’t expect him to crumble immediately. He let out an unrestrained moan after only one close-mouthed kiss against his throat. It was a whimper really, totally shameless. It made you flush with pride and arousal; how readily he gave himself up. 

“Tell me what to do,” he gasped, in a rush, the words falling over each other as they spilled out of his mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

You laughed in disbelief, still stroking his lower stomach in that perfect mix of soothing and teasing. Almost his full weight was against you, and his pelvis began to move, looking for more friction against his front and grinding his ass gently against you.

“You’re quite the slut, aren’t you?” you asked, conversationally.

He whimpered again, his hips stuttering, and the sound delighted you, although not as much as his next words.

“Yes! God yes, I’m a slut. I’ll do anything you want.”

You’d meant it as a joke, but Five Hargreeves was full of surprises. All the time you’d been hanging out with him and Klaus, you would never have suspected he was capable of mewling like a kitten, grinding his ass against you and falling over himself to admit he was a slut.

You kissed his neck again, and this time you grazed him with your teeth.

“Oh fuck,” he wispred, rapturously, his hair falling over his eyes, “bite me. Please.”

“So demanding.” you said, into his ear, “That’ll leave a mark. Your family will notice.”

“Don’t care,” he said, baring his neck to you, “don’t care who sees. Bite me.”

“You’re saying you want your family to know what I giant slut you are?”

He whined again, and in that moment the whine meant ‘Yes, and right now I’d let you tattoo it across my forehead’, but you knew that Five in his right mind would be less enthusiastic about the idea.

So you decided to be cruel to be kind.

“Teleport us to the shower and strip,” you said, simply.

“Bite me first,” he whined again, tearing at his buttons and baring his neck to your mouth so that the skin was taught against his muscles.

“Shower,” you said firmly, slapping him lightly on the ass.

He actually pouted at this. Five Hargreeves pouted. This man, who still had blood on his collar from fighting his way out of the Commission was pouting like a boy just denied his favorite candy. 

But, nevertheless, he obeyed, and in a flash of light and squeeze of pressure, you were standing in the bathroom, Five tearing off his clothes before you’d even got your bearings. By the time you’d managed to orientate yourself, he was already out of his shirt and in the process of dropping his pants.

You smirked at his eagerness, hanging his jacket on the back of the door and removing your night dress as he kicked his underwear across the room and turned on the shower, waiting with clear impatience for it to reach temperature. 

You looked at him as you removed your panties. He was toned and lithe, muscles gently defined rather than sculpted, and the steam just beginning to fill the room furled around their soft angles in a way that only served to accentuate their latent power. Suddenly, seeing him this way felt overwhelming: every inch of skin completely bared. So far you’d only seen and touched little slivers. 

His skin was pale, criss-crossed with scars and dotted here and there with freckles, moles or birthmarks - you weren’t sure which - like those on his face. Your eyes were caught by one in particular. It was a small mark on his upper thigh, just adjacent to his pubis. It was oddly dainty - beautiful, you might say - and it was made even more so by its proximity to his cock.

You hadn’t seen it in the closet, only felt it as it rubbed sinfully against you, trapped against his stomach within the confines of his clothes. It stood out firmly from his body, curved, thick, pretty and enough length to enjoy too. His glans was a deep pink full bell and. as you stared at it, your mouth filled with saliva as you imagined the shape and feel of it on your tongue. 

As he looked at you looking at him. He stroked his fingers gently across his tip, and his cock gave a tiny twitch. 

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, and there was none of the bravado that usually marked his speech. 

His voice was approval-seeking, and you could tell by the way his thighs inched closer together that there was a small edge of self-consciousness in being looked at this way.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, his vulnerability finally forcing your gaze back to his face.

You didn’t need to say anything else. If your blown pupils weren’t enough, the way you kicked your panties away would have made him sure he had your approval.

You crossed the room in two strides, and almost before he had a chance to admire your naked body in turn, you were kissing him against the shower wall.

You held his face tenderly in your hands as you kissed his mouth, fingers bedding themselves in his wet hair. You kissed him hard and soft, teeth sometimes grazing his lips and tongue sometimes slipping between them. He wrapped his arms around you in turn, holding you to him as the water cascaded around you both.

For Five, the whole world was in your lips, in the heat of the water, your hands on his face, and the cold press of tiles against his back.

A rush of feeling passed between you, one redolent of all those games nights with Klaus: shared smiles, gentle flirting, a connection unspoken. Now it was all finally coming to its resolution: the most natural resolution of such a beginning. 

“Clean yourself,” you whispered, “Get yourself nice and clean for me.”

He nodded, swollen lips still tingling, and turned obediently to the shower, soaping his perfect body as you pressed yourself against his back once more, your naked breasts pressed against his scapula. He hummed happily at the contact, the sound morphing into a small moan as you kissed his neck once more. 

You alternated between cleaning yourself, kissing him, and rubbing your breasts against his back. Once clean, you leaned against him as he finished up, kissing softly from his ear lobe down, and he again bared his neck to you, yielding to your mouth immediately. 

“I like that,” he whispered, laying his head back against yours. 

You only smiled against his skin and continued. 

Each kiss melted him a little further, that floaty, boneless feeling starting to reassert itself. By the time you nipped him with your teeth, he’d already let out a few needy little hmmms, resisting the urge to toss his head with the ticklish, shivery feeling.

“Bite me,” he said again, feverishly “please, bite me.”

Drawing it out, you let your tongue drag along his lower neck to the area of soft skin between neck and shoulder that would be far less obvious beneath clothes. He let out an anguished whine at this tease, but then groaned as you sucked a deep purple hickey above his clavicle. 

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, arching his back into you as you nipped your teeth into the spot, marking him in just the way he wanted, in the way that made him yours. 

Both of your hands reached around him then, one to gently stroke and pinch the tip of his soap-slickened cock with your fingers, and the other to roll a nipple between thumb and forefinger.

He gave a shaky little gasp at this, and you smiled. 

“So sensitive,” you cooed, your mind aflame with a delightful consciousness of your power over him, “you’re so easy, Five.”

He only groaned, and, when your hand rolled his foreskin as far back as it would go, he leaned back with a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder in a display of acquiescence, happy to be held in your arms and pleasured. 

“So you wanna be a little pillow princess?” you smirked, kissing his cheekbone, letting him know that this was okay with you if so.

“I wanna be whatever you want me to be,” he said, voice slightly slurred with the intensity of his arousal as his dick leaked a little precome onto your thumb “just tell me what to do.”

“Hm…” you said, considering this intriguing proposition. And then, deciding: “Face me and kneel.”

He did so. You reached over him to angle the shower so that it would fall on his back rather than onto his head. When you resettled against the shower’s wall, he was already at your feet, hands demurely on the wet tiled floor and head tilted up to look at you. 

His lips were slightly open, wet hair plastered off his face. He looked up at you with such a look of unqualified supplication that you found an strange instinct rising within you: wanting equally to nurture and to devour him. His eyes, that sweet, intermediate green, looking into yours and begging for whatever you wanted to give him. He looked so perfect like this, his cock protruding from between his slightly-spread thighs, that you found yourself idly wondering if Five might look at you that way on the end of a cute little strap-on. Would a doomsday bunker have such a thing?

Preoccupied with these thoughts, you pushed your slick thumb over his bottom lip. He accepted it meekly into his mouth, not taking his eyes off yours as he did so, his tongue flicking against the pad of your thumb, cleaning it of his arousal with a fervor that made your pussy ache.

“How about you eat my cunt?”

“Yes please,” he said, moving forward eagerly as you draped a leg over his shoulder to make room for him between your thighs. “Just use my face to get off.”

You chuckled at this.

“You really are a slut.”

“I’m afraid it’s worse than that,” he said smirking up at you, a little of his usual self returning with the wry expression, “If there’s pussy on my face, I’m just a fucktoy.”

You smiled back at him. Something about this little glimpse of his usual sardonicism made his submission even hotter; it felt like more of a conquest to have a man like him kneeling before you, ready and willing for you to use him. You took a gentle handful of hair from his crown. 

“Wow,” you said, with mock-admiration, “If you’re just a fucktoy, then I’ll expect you to make me come before you get any more pleasure.”

He only nodded and grunted his assent to this, too turned on for words. He buried his face gladly between your legs, nose pressed into your pubis. 

He kissed your clit reverentially, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. Each of his outward breaths tickled across your folds. He knelt there, eating you like a postulant worshiping at the altar, wanting nothing more than to be found worthy to serve. 

His tongue slid between your lips, dragging a long line across your inner labia to your clitoris. You let out a high-pitched moan that mingled with his own deep grunt upon tasting you. His voice sent pleasant vibrations against you, and you had to lean more heavily against the shower wall to compensate for your weak knees.

You used your grip in his hair to guide him where you needed his fully extended tongue, canting your hips forward and riding his face so that he slid back and forth in between your lips. The feel of him, warm and wet against you, sent heat coiling into your lower stomach. He was more eager than skilled, but his willingness to be used was all you really needed.

“Good little fucktoy,” you gasped, fucking his face. He moaned again, making wet suckling noises as he hooded and unhooded your clit with his tongue. Your pussy gushed into his mouth, rewarding him for his efforts, and he lapped it up like cream. He seemed to forget your pleasure for a moment as his tongue entered your pussy, seeking out more come greedily, groaning again and again as he swallowed what you gave to him.

It was then you noticed that he was beating himself off: a hand between his thighs stroking his dripping cock. You grinned: it was the perfect piece of disobedience to take advantage of. 

Using your grip on his hair, you pulled him away from you and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at you with a hand under his chin. He did so with hazy eyes, hand still around his cock and face slippery with your come.

“Why are you touching yourself, Five?” you said, sternly, though with enough irony that he might know that he didn’t have to play along. As hot as this was, you had only been following his lead up until now, there had been no discussion on boundaries.

“I’m sorry,” he said dropping his cock immediately and kissing meekly at your fingers.

“Do fucktoys get pleasure before I do?”

“No,” he said, ruefully, “I’m just here for you to use.”

“That’s right,” you said, cocking your head to the side, “And yet you played with your little pecker when you weren’t supposed to.”

“It’s not that little” he said, unable to resist breaking character for a moment.

“Just a figure of speech,” you said, with dignity, “There’s more than enough to get a boy like you into trouble. But stop trying to distract me: you've been a bad little fucktoy, haven’t you?”

You could see him wanting to smile at this, finding amusement in your perfect ‘I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed’ demeanor, but he schooled his face into a look of regretful supplication and nodded.

“Do you think you need to be punished?” you continued, twirling his hair around your fingers. 

“I should be,” he agreed, with wide eyes that would be innocent but for the just-veiled excitement at this idea.

“Well, I’m glad you’re so contrite.” you said, with a sage nod, “And how should a bad fucktoy like you be punished?”

He answered immediately and with such readiness that part of you wondered whether this hadn’t been his plan all along:

“I think you should pin me down and use me like a dildo. I don’t think I should be allowed to come until you tell me.”

“That sounds like a reasonable punishment,” you considered, “but I wonder whether a little slut like you might enjoy that too much?”

“That’s definitely a risk,” he said, regretfully, “but it would still teach me a lesson.”

“And what would it teach you?” you asked him. 

Still holding your eyes, he took one of your fingers at his chin into his mouth and gave it a submissive little suck before he replied:

“What I’m good for: that I’m just a dick that happens to be attached to a person. I’m just your fucktoy.”

You chuckled at his breathy voice, laced with a hint of self-conscious irony. You also didn’t fail to notice the way his erection twitched as the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“That needy cock won’t last.”

“It will,” he said, made suddenly desperate again by his little act of self-degradation, “I’ll make it last. I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

And he took two of your fingers into his mouth this time, as if by fellating them prettily enough he could prove himself. And he did look good doing it.

You leaned over him, turned off the shower and indicated the bathroom floor.

“Lay down a towel and lie on it. Quickly.”

He didn’t even stand, he blinked and reappeared at the towel rail on his feet. Another blink, and he appeared supine on the towel, already laid out on the bathroom floor. 

“Woah,” you said, wondering how one could possibly teleport a towel into place, “you’re full of surprises.”

Five nodded, watching you as you left the shower and came to stand over him. His eyes were like saucers as you approached, taking in the water dripping off your breasts and your puffy, swollen pussy. His left hand was already inching towards his dick, laying thick and hard against his stomach.

“No touching yourself!” you barked, and his hand slapped immediately back onto the towel.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re just so pretty.”

“Not an excuse,” you said, authoritatively, kneeling with his hips between your knees, “I need a fucktoy to make me come, not a greedy little slut.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be better,” he said, voice thick with lust at the sight of your pussy hovering mere inches above his cock.

You couldn’t resist it anymore: you reached between your legs, lined him up at your entrance and sank down onto his dick.

You groaned, Five whined, his back arching off the floor, hands coming to your knees in an effort to steady either you or himself, he didn’t know which. He only knew that the tight, wet heat of you was already forcing his hips mechanically upwards, instinctively seeking deeper penetration.  

“Oh God.” he wheezed, as you took his wrists and pinned them over his head with one hand, your bodyweight shifting on him as you did so, creating all kinds of new sensations on his dick, sending pleasure radiating all the way down it. His balls were already tight, ready to blow.

You stirred your hips languidly against him, grinding your walls around the cock stretching them. He felt thick, sublime in the way he filled you. You sensed his sensitivity in the tightness of his thighs and leaned over to whisper right in his ear, 

“Be a good little fucktoy now.”

He nodded, breathing in pathetic little whimpers through his nose.

And you began to ride him with his arms pinned, angling your body to chase your own pleasure, heedless of his.

“Fuck,” he whined, “Fuckfuck. God yes,” he let out a throaty groan as you found the perfect angle and sped your hips, “Use me. Just like that.”

“Noisy. Little. Fucktoy,” you grunted, riding his cock. 

You had him where you needed him: squeezed between your thighs and his pretty, plump cockhead generating perfect friction aginst your G-spot. It seemed like Five’s punishment might not last for long: tingles were already running up and down your arms and legs, and the approaching orgasm promised to be explosive. 

“Use me.” he whispered again, eyes glassy as he looked up into yours, voice fragile and restive, “Use me, baby. It’s all I’m good for.”

He looked so pathetic as he said it, mouth slack, face still slick with your juices and his entire upper body tensed with the effort of holding off the orgasm you knew he was already riding the edge of.

“Just a. Useless. Little. Fucktoy” he whispered, and then he whined again, long and keening.

“Don’t you dare!” you scolded, feeling him tense even more. He was teetering, holding off only by his overriding need to prove himself: to be a good for you. 

What other option did you have?

You came spectacularly around his cock, your tits hitting him in the face with the force of your thrusts. You bucked and thrashed with the pleasure, listening to him begin to sob beneath you as your cunt contracted around him, trying to milk his cock of the come he was desperate not to give until you gave him permission.

“Oh fu-uuck,” 

“Oh, Five!” 

He sobbed again at the sound of your voice, rubbing his head feverishly against the towel and writhing as if trying to escape (though it was obvious that escape was the last thing on his mind).  

But not even his wriggling could have helped him then: you rode him like the fucking rodeo, bucking furiously along with your orgasm. Every thrust brought a fresh wave of bone deep pleasure and a new groan of delight.

Five, sobbing and struggling beneath you, managed to grind out one word.

“Please.”

You looked down at him, face blotchy and front teeth cutting white crescents into his lower lip. You took pity on him. 

“You can come.”

His hips immediately sprung into action, matching you thrust for thrust, and he shouted with long-needed relief, coming perfectly on command. 

“OHHHHHH-god-YESSSSS”

He emptied himself into you, cock throbbing and trying to shoot come long after his load was spent. It was intense, almost too intense, and it wasn't long before your movements began to overstimulate him.

“Stop,” he gasped. 

You did, releasing his hands and leaning forwards so that your torsos were flat against each other. He was shaking slightly as he tried to catch his breath and you wrapped your arms around him.

“You okay baby?” you whispered.

He couldn’t respond, only whimpered and buried his nose in your neck.

“You did so well,” you soothed.

“Was I good?” came the tiny whisper. 

“So good.”

You kissed his hair and rolled the pair of you, letting him slip gently out of you as you did so. Now he was lying more on top of you than on the towel itself, head nestled on your chest. 

“That was…different.” he said, after a couple of minutes of you whispering affirmations and raking your hands through his hair. 

“New for me too,” you admitted, “did I do okay? Not too mean?”

“No,” he said, “you were amazing.”

“No,” you said, kissing the bridge of his nose, “you were.”

He snuggled against you, and you sensed his lethargy. Ahead of you were months and months together, maybe as an acknowledged couple, or maybe enjoying the thrill of sneaking around in front of his siblings. But, before all that, there was a warm bed and electrolyte-replenishing drink and snack in Five’s near future. Before you broke your hold to facilitate this, you gave him one last squeeze.

“For the record,” you said, “you’re good for much more than a fucktoy. You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, you saved my life today, you make me laugh, and you’re an excellent mode of transportation.”

He began to chuckle against you.

“I’m the pretty much the Swiss army knife of sluts,” he mumbled.

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[campbenji]

*JWCT SPOILERS* very messy first thoughts

OH BOY here we go

-ben and darius's dynamic was epic. the hug. the roadtrip scenes. "is your friend okay?" "no 😊". ben getting darius out of his isolation cabin and darius grounding him in ep2. the parallels with s3ep7. "you kiss your mother with that mouth?" i'm gonna be thinking about that scene for days. their ship is still a swim to me but please they better keep whatever the fuck they have going on in s2 because it's fucking wonderful

-i love that they took the chance to give more light to duos we didn't see much in jwcc. teamups we didn't often see like ben and sammy, THE B-DUO, and darius and sammy got very special moments here

-the amount of pictures/videos from the six years in between??? the brooklynn flashbacks??? we were so well fed

-BRAND!!!!!! i got so happy when i heard him the first episode, he's clearly been checking on his brother and i'm glad he's ok

-bowman family FEAST. brand and darius talking over the phone. the pictures on the cabin. kenji saying he calls mrs. bowman once a week and all the nice things he said about her. the whole mess between kenji and darius. "we're brothers, right?" i died dead. i love this family your honor

-sammy. she's got so much going on and we desperately need to talk about it. i'm so worried about her, she's desperately trying to avoid confronting what happened with brooklynn, with yaz and her own trauma, and then they casually dropped on us that her family isn't speaking to her and never elaborated on that?? sammy, who's love and care for her family was her biggest motivation in jwcc?? i need to know what happened because it must've been big

-mateo!! i liked him a lot, he definitely doesn't want to get into any of this mess but still dabbles around a bit to help the kids, which i respect. also i hope we get to meet his daughter hiraya, she sounds really cool

-MS MICROBANGS (or the handler, or whatever name we're calling her). what is her deal. who is she working for. she's so uncanny, literally almost robotic i need to know more about her

-brookenji over i cheered. don't take this personally i've never been a fan of this ship and a part of me knew they weren't going to last long

-the animation increased in quality so much. the scene after ben, yaz and sammy get out of the sinking van is so well done it's so pretty to look at. and the t-rex with the explosion behind her? it reminds me so much of toro in the tunnels in s1ep8, and i haven't tested this out but i feel like if you put them one next to the other the improvement would be so noticeable.

-also related to the point above: that thing when a character's eyes start filling up with tears but they don't cry just yet? 10/10. chef's fucking kiss

-sure jwct has the same tv-y7 rating as jwcc, but from minute 1 it's obvious it's not the same audience they're talking to. it's not a big change in tone, like for example adventure time/distant lands/fionna and cake, but it's there, you can tell they know it's not little kids watching anymore

-BUMPY IS HAVING A BABY BUMPY IS A MOM NOW they had me shit scared for her and then they pulled a freaking egg my heart was literally pounding. anyways i hope they get both bumpy and the egg somewhere safe and that they name the new anky "speckles" (i've gotten so attached to that name in the last 24 hours it's insane)

-YASAMMY THE QUEENS THAT YOU ARE. their relationship was stellar this season, i was scared when i saw that they were apart but their issues felt organic to their relationship and i just love how they were written in the show, they are still so in love with each other and i can't wait to see where they go next season. they're everything to me

-yeah they were apart for half the season but. benji crumbs. the egg cradle scene. kenji helping ben after he got hit with the stun gun. basically all they did was act like they knew each other but idc. we are so back.

-the brooklynn reveal was... meh?? it could've been more rewarding if they waited until s2 to reveal she's still alive, but at least i hope they take their time before reuniting her with the rest of the camp fam. also i can't believe ppl even guessed what arm she was going to lose y'all have prophetic powers or smth

-bringing daniel back to kill him the same episode was an insane move btw. i would've normally complained but it's all worth it for causing the panic attack scene in ep7. kenji's reaction felt so genuine, i'm forever in awe at how well this show writes grief and trauma

-i'm so conflicted about darius's confession. i like dinostar, but i feel like it wasn't needed for darius to be in love with brooklynn to explain the voicemails and the way he was dealing with her death. she was one of his closest friends, his grief made sense even with them being platonic. on the other hand, i love how he admitted it to kenji and the fact they didn't turn it into a huge fight between them; also, "i didn't know i could even feel that way" aroace/acespec darius truthers never lose

-maybe it's just that i need to rewatch, but i'm lost as to where they're going next season?? i know they're getting on a boat but where does that go?? what are they trying to do?? there's so much happening my head is spinning

-ben... he kind of felt like the comic relief for most of the show, the first episodes showed him as being really paranoid again and struggling with being alone, but halfway through the season they just sort of forgot about it?? idk something was off

-bring back kenji's old latin spanish va idk who this guy is but that is not kenji i can't do this. i'll survive the loss of ryan potter but i won't survive this

anyways yeah i think those are most of my uncooked thoughts, overall i really liked the season, i can't believe we got to see the kids again this is still so unreal to me

[cod-dump]

Time (another monster au fic)

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Price hadn’t foreseen ‘non-human handler’ in his future. Two vampires, an insectoid, whatever the hell Nik was (a lycan of some kind?), and a demon? Definitely wasn’t how he thought his days would go. He especially didn’t plan on sort of adopting the vampires both being older than his grandparents. Well, Soap was. Gaz was much younger than that but still older than Price.

But, their youthful appearances have most certainly made him feel like they needed guidance even though they had far more life experience. Well, Gaz seemed to return the familial connection, at least. He would often come join Price in his office just sit and talk. It was nice having that connection since Price wasn’t in contact with any of his family, distant relatives or close family members.

“Cap… I have a question,” it wasn’t often when Gaz wanted to ask Price something.

He was smart, had seen more things than Price. He was also the type to try to figure things out on his own before asking questions (thankfully he doesn’t do this on the clock).

“Question? About what?”

“Well… Ghost.”

Price felt his heart beat quicken, he knew where this was going, “What about him?”

“Why is he here? He’s a demon, they don’t do this kind of thing. Especially not on their own free will.”

He could hear what Gaz was wanting to say. The thing he hasn’t about to actually say out loud, the thing this was all about. Laswell had the worst reaction when she had found out. Tears, yelling— The works. Nik was much calmer in appearance but Price could tell he was devastated.

Price knew the risks, he knew what he was getting himself into. It was his soul after all, he could do what he pleased with it.

“I… contracted him. He’s a mercenary, after all. He works for me, and when the job’s done he gets his payment… then he’s gone. That simple.”

Gaz’s jaw as clenched, a pain in his eyes that just pierced Price’s soul, “That’s a funny fucking way to call selling you soul to him.”

Price had years to accept it. He’s the one who summoned the Ghost to this plane, the one who offered Simon Riley’s corpse for him to root him here so he had a physical form. Price gave him rank, this human mask that he could wear. Whether he kept it when everything was said and done is uncertain. Price had feeling he could make a hell of a business off of it.

“I had my time to accept it, I don’t expect you to get it.”

Gaz couldn’t look at him, choosing to stare at the wall instead. The angle allowed Price to see the light glint off his eyes, giving away his inhuman nature. Gaz was much more emotional than other vampires. He remembers being human, he cares about humanity. He was stealing blood bags almost his whole vampiric existence before Price found him and recruited him.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, Kyle. When I’m gone Nik will be taking you and Soap with him to Chimera. Kate will make you two disappear and can go on to Russia.”

“That’s supposed to be comforting?”

“Russia does have the highest population of any non-humans in the world. Plus Chimera is nothing but non-humans.”

“Fucking- I don’t care about finding somewhere safe!” Gaz stood quickly, knocking his chair back, “You fucking sold your soul to a demon! You have a timer on your life!”

Price watches Gaz wave his arms around, tears pricking in his eyes, “You’re dying!”

Price sighs. He had accepted this himself, he knows his fate. Unless the demon themself decides to break the contract, spare the human who made it with them… Price’s fate is sealed. There has been some recorded incidents where demons completed the contract only to just leave, not taking their client’s soul. It is possible to survive, but making a demon genuinely like you to the point they let you keep your soul is near impossible.

Ghost was going to kill him in the end. Eat his soul in probably the most painful way possible before fucking off to do whatever.

“Kyle…”

“How can you be so fucking calm? Did you even consider how anyone else would feel!?”

“I made that deal a long time ago. Before I had anyone in my life worth living for. I do not regret sacrificing my life for the greater good.”

Gaz was shaking, now quiet. Price swallows before standing, going around to the vampire and pulling him into a hug. Gaz almost instantly clung to him, a quiet sob in his chest.

“I don’t want you to die…”

“I’m sorry, Kyle. I can’t change anything.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Heh, you know trying to cheat a demon out of a soul is dangerous. You know how dangerous Ghost is.”

Gaz pulls away, wiping his face, “Fuck… Yea, I do…”

Price felt dread in his chest. The first time in years he had to truly acknowledge what he had done. He felt like this after he told Laswell, after Nik, and now Gaz. Their emotions reminded him how deeply upsetting this was. But Price couldn’t take it back. He wouldn’t if it meant he would still be able to do it. Save this world from it’s own self-destruction… all at the cost of a single soul. What he’s doing wouldn’t be permanent, the rot would always crawl back. but at least his soul would buy everyone some time.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Have you ever considered TFA Team Prime defecting from the Autobots? Considering that most (if not all) of them have been wronged by Autobots in the past and then learning of the heinous things they’ve done while keeping it a secret from the public’s eye.. That would definitely make them question if they’re even on the right side of the war in the first place.

I like the idea of them defecting from the Autobots but not quite becoming Decepticons either. Maybe they’re on a more neutral ground, only stepping in if the Decepticons bother the human cities but otherwise just not even bothering to help the Autobots.

I feel like Optimus would be the most betrayed. He fought valiantly and literally died for the Autobots only to find out that not only did they not even care, but they had turned around and wiped entire cities off the face of Cybertron and then lied to their faces about it. It would definitely disillusion him. He fought so hard to be an Autobot and for what? For them to be the people he was supposed to be saving Cybertron from all along?

No, he wouldn’t help them anymore. Not when they clearly couldn’t give any less of a damn about him and his team, not when they didn’t give a damn about all the people they’d hurt in pursuit of their selfish goals, he wouldn’t lay his and his team’s lives on the line just to be betrayed again.

Sentinel calls them traitors, useless maintenance bots, any insulting thing under the sun he can think of, he yells it at them when he finds out about Team Prime leaving the Autobots. Optimus takes the insults towards him, he’s so used to it by now that it doesn’t even hurt anymore, he just accepts it. But the moment Sentinel turns to target Bumblebee when he makes a snarky comment, Optimus snaps.

Sentinel doesn’t see the fist flying at his face coming.

When the Elite Guard leave, Team Prime now just spends their time watching over the protecting the human city. Since Team Prime refused to fight the Decepticons anymore unless they were attacking human cities, the Elite Guard is on Earth more often now, and that makes things very tense between the two teams. Optimus stopped caring a long time ago, though.

Ooo maybe after Team Prime leaves, the Decepticons take notice of how strained things seem between the Autobots and Team Prime, and decide to for a truce between them; they stay away from the human cities + try to keep the Elite Guard of their backs and Team Prime doesn’t attack them + does favors for them every once in a while.

Maybe this ends with Team Prime joining the Decepticons. Who knows. I just wanted to write this for fun lol

Let me know what you think!

Unironically I play with the idea of TFA Team Prime leaving the autobots a lot, one of our favorite subjects in discord

But like. I'll be so honest. I think they'd have to join the decepticons eventually, for their own safety

The TFA autobot government is brutal. Cybertron's state is ruled by the military, everyone is forcefed propaganda from the day they're born, and they're brainwashed into perfect conformity, constantly told that they're little more than a cog in the machine and to die for the greater good is not only commendable, but expected. Their lives as individuals do not matter, and like with any cult, anyone who tries to leave shall be brutally punished.

If Team Prime tried to secede, the elite guard would come to collect and imprison them as traitors. I wouldn't put it past them at all to, at the very least, get into Ratchet and Bulkhead's brains. One is the last imprinted handler of a Supreme, the other is the leading expert on space bridge engineering. They don't need those two alive, but they do need their processors. The autobot council wouldn't hesitate to do to them what they did to Perceptor--"deleted his personality to make room for science", my ass. Call it what it is: shadowplay. They did it to their head of science, or perhaps he became their head of science because they took his emotions away, they won't have any qualms about doing the same to Ratchet and Bulkhead. After all, if you have no emotions, you have no moral compass, and will just do as you're told forever. Exactly the way they like it.

Sentinel's a huge glitch, prtty and vindictive as hell: if Optimus hit him for insulting Bumblebee and then announced that they were leaving the autobots, he'd have them all detained and arrested. They'd all get hauled back to Cybertron, split up and separated: Ratchet and Bulkhead to the labs to be reconditioned, Optimus and Prowl likely to have their memories erased and altered because they have skills that can still be useful, and Bumblebee... well. They (Sentinel) would deem him useless and have him banished to one of the gated communities where the undesirables go, those that have failed to contribute to the great autobot machine, but aren't bad enough for prison or execution. Basically a giant walled in, inescapable homeless camp, where the likes of poor TFA Beachcomber and Wheelie live.

Leaving the autobots and becoming neutrals would not work out well for them. The Elite Guard would never just let them walk away: they know too much. Ratchet, the most experienced by far, knows that, and as much as he hates it... allying themselves with the decepticons would likely be their only chance. They won't be able to run forever, especially with their ship inoperable, so unless they wanna go back to Cybertron in cuffs and lose themselves to the system... they'll have to strike a deal with Megatron

[whats-she-gonna-post-next]

hi!

for the drabble can you do anything with snowbugs? :)

Ok... Listen... I know it has been over a month. I am so sorry. I got distracted. I hope that you accept these 1.8k words that I wrote as an apology.

Anyways, it's technically not snowbugs yet... But they are totally endgame, it will happen. Also feel free to imagine whoever you want as the fellow heroes and villains. I didn't really bother distinguishing them... Whoops

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Scott’s hands shook, his breath shuttered in his chest, his blood roared in his ears, power pulled tight around his throat like a noose, his mind was racing.

It was too much. It was too soon. He’d told them it was too soon, that he wasn’t ready, and yet here he was.

“Pull back!” He heard the call of his squad captain, “He’s too dangerous!”

Scott shuttered, another wave of cold power pulsed through the warehouse they had been fighting in as he tried desperately to contain it.

He hated this.

You see, Scott was still new to this whole powers thing. For most of his life he, and everyone else around him, had assumed Scott didn’t have powers. Not exactly an uncommon occurrence in their world, though you were still more likely to end up with something mundane than nothing at all, however, so it was ever so slightly disappointing when he passed milestone after milestone without tried or trace of any sort of power. By the time he reached adult hood, he figured that was it. Developing a power after eighteen was uncommon enough, but a major one - that was practically unheard of.

Scott was 28 when he developed the ability to completely freeze anything with little more than the flick of his hand.

He had reported the development immediately to the government, as the had a mandated training program for people with powers above a certain level classification. He had gone in expecting to be trained on control, to learn how to go about his normal day again and leave. The more intensive hero program that was designed to allow individuals the ability to help fight against rogue power users was - as far as everyone was told - entirely voluntary, and Scott and no desire to do anything but return to his normal life.

He found out the hard way that voluntary had a much looser definition when a power is considered too strong or in particular demand. Sure, he had the choice to forego the program, but he would have been marked a rogue and likely sent to prison, so he agreed, and Smajor was born.

They fast tracked him through the program, skipping the basics and barely letting him get a grasp on how to marginally reign in the cold beyond focusing and keeping calm before thrusting him out into combat training.

It hadn’t been the worst, Scott had been learning how to focus his powers in calm environments and it had been going well, so long as he had no distractions.

Then they got the call that Tek was out with some other villains, causing problems, and Scott was sent out with a team to deal with him specifically.

Tek was, for all intents and purposes, the reason Scott didn’t get a say in joining the hero program. Strong elemental powers like his ice were rare, which while likely would have subjected him to pressures to join, Tek had his opposite in fire and they had no heroes with strong enough powers to go against it. At least until now.

Scott tried to protest, to tell his handler - and how he loathed that title - that he wasn’t ready for that level of fight. Hell, Scott was pretty well certain he wasn’t ready for team training exercises yet, but it didn’t matter in the eyes of the higher ups.

“Sometimes it’s sink or swim, kid,” He was told, “When the time comes, you’ll know what to do.”

Protests that he was going to sink going unanswered as he was stuffed into a far too regal looking blue and while suit, gold accents only calling more attention to him, and pushed front and center as other members of his team squared off and distracted other villains, until it was just Scott staring at Tek with barely hidden fear, and Tek returning the stare with bemused confusion.

Scott couldn’t breath as the noise around them grew. He knew what he should be doing, he knew that people were counting on him, but all he could focus on was the ever growing sense of terror as he stared at the flames that casually danced along Tek.

How was he supposed to fight him? The casual confidence of a man who had years to master his power verse the maybe six months Scott had had to do the same.

Everyone was relying on Scott, and he was going to fail.

He watched the bemusement slip from Tek’s face, turning to genuine confusion, realization, then - oddly enough - nervousness. He had opened his mouth to speak, but Scott made out none of what he said through the blood rushing in his ears. It wasn’t until he heard a curse from one of his teammates that he realized that a sheet of ice had been snaking out along the ground around him, small spikes of ice budding up in places without say.

“Dammit Smajor,” The angry tone broke through his revelry, “Focus! Them, not us!”

The words just make things worse, anxiety spiking, pulsing cold echoing the beating of his heart as it matched the frantic pace. Scott did his best to pull the powers back, trying to focus on breathing as several eyes turned towards him, tried to ignore the expectations piling on him.

“What the hell do you idiots think you’re doing?” Scott heard one of the villains ask, “Sending out a kid this green when he can barely keep a grasp on his own powers?”

Scott wants to laugh. Hadn’t he been asking the exact same thing? He pulled his arms across his body as if he can physically hold his powers in. All it does is cause ice to grow across his torso as he sinks to his knees. The ice seems to get worse, a small snow flurry begins, building rapidly inside the tiny warehouse.

Why can’t he just breath?

“Pull back, he’s too dangerous” The call is made and the bubble of laughter finally breaks through.

‘So much for avoiding jail time after this shit show,’ He thinks bitterly, laughter quickly turning to sobs. He just wanted to go home.

He distantly hears the sound of movement, can feel the disturbances against his ices as several people move to exit or take cover from the ticking time bomb Scott has become. He can hear the sound of heroes and villains alike arguing about him.

Oddly enough it sounds like the villains are the ones on his side, somehow.

In the midst of this, he is surprised by a warm hand on his shoulder. He flinches back, another wave of power emanates from him and he desperately tries to pull it in, focus it on himself as his looks up, meeting Tek’s eyes through his mask. Warmth and compassion shine through. He seems unaffected by Scott’s powers, any ice that gets near him melting. He doesn’t even shiver.

Scott envy’s him for a moment.

“Hey, Smajor was it?” He asks, casual as can be, as if Scott wasn’t actively turning the room into a walk in freezer. The absurdity of it gives Scott pause for a moment, and he finds himself nodding, “Nice to meet you, I’m Tek.”

“I- I know that,” Scott replies, confused, “I think most people know that.”

Tek smiles at him, and it’s so bright and warm that Scott wants to lean into it, to keep it there.

“I suppose the costumes a pretty big give away, isn’t it?” There is something soothing to his voice that calms Scott down some. The noose around his throat loosens, the next wave of power seems softer, “I can’t imagine that feels all to great.”

Tek gestures to where Scott’s hands are wrapped around himself, the shards of ice pressing into his sides, the tears in his own costumes it has made, “Do you want to maybe move your hands?”

He makes an aborted move to talk to hands but Scott pulls back some, hangs clenching tighter, causing him to flinch yet again.

“I can’t,” He admits, “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Tek’s eyes soften, but there is a determination there as well.

“It’ll be ok, you can let go,” His voice is unwavering and assured, Scott wants to believe him, “You won’t hurt me.”

Maybe it’s the fact that Scott knows what Tek’s powers are, knows how strong they are and how in control of them he seems to be, maybe it’s the look in his eyes, the determination and strength that bolsters his own in turn, maybe it’s just the fact that he is the first person who is telling him to let go instead of reign in, but Scott believes him.

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Scott unclenches his hands from his sides, letting Tek gingerly wrap his hands around Scott. They are warm, warmer than anything Scott has held in a long time.

To be honest, Scott can’t remember the last time someone touched him for more than a moment, let alone held his hand.

It had to have been before his powers manifested, but even then, Scott didn’t have a ton of friends, and none of them had been very touchy-feely.

Was touch always this warm?

Was Scott always this cold?

“There you go,” Tek was smiling at him proudly, as if Scott had just accomplished some great task, “See, everything is fine.”

He is vaguely aware of the fact that the storm around them has calmed, his breathing stabilizing, adrenaline draining from his body, leaving him exhaustively swaying where he was kneeing. Without thought, Scott leaned forward, letting himself fall against the warm body in front of him.

To his credit, Tek doesn’t even flinch, catching him with ease and o=pulling him close.

He can hear others coming closer, but he can’t bring himself to care. He was tried and Tek was so so warm. He relaxed into him, eyes slipping closed as he barely listens to the conversation above him, registering little than Tek’s answers as they echoed against his ear, pressed to the soothing beat of his heart.

“Are we really surprised something like this happened?” Tek asked, voice rumbling soothingly through his chest, “Of course those idiots are so desperate to one up us that they would push someone harder and faster than they should and then run when it crumbles.”

There is more conversation overhead and Scott finds himself slipping into a daze before;

“Of course he is coming with us. We can’t leave him to those morons.”

The arms around him move, but before he can protest, they wrap around him differently, lifting him gently. Maybe he should feel worried, as he’s carted off by a group of villains, but Scott figures if they were going to hurt him, they’d have done in by now, so he leaves that to future Scott, and lets himself slip into sleep.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you now.”

[whumpsoda]

We Search For Stolen Personhood - Medicine for Mutt

Masterlist

cw: pet whumpee, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, sick whumpee, sickfic

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Mutt groaned, a weak and croaking sound that scratched at the raw flesh of his torn up throat. A cough proceeded, splitting and cracking his voice.

The air felt frozen to the touch, not as cold as he’d ever been, definitely not, but still not a nice feeling in the slightest. Yet, sweat dripped from his scalp, sticking greasy strands from the mop of his hair to his forehead.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been that way, or how many meals had been fed to him by the pet he was supposed to be serving. How long had he been merely laying around, waiting for the head squashing illness plaguing him to dissipate? Even simply sitting up was a grueling task, difficult for his throbbing, spinning brain. It was as if he was falling in and out of consciousness, sleeping through the disease.

How was he meant to care for Prince, keep him safe, in such a sorry state?

What a disappointment he thought, and he knew his master would have thought it too.

Mutt whined, loud and crackling. Curled up into a ball upon the terribly itchy rug of the floor, with a pillow hugged tight to his belly, he shook his head with feeble weakness. 

Prince pouted, hand held out and balled up, holding a small couple of pills. “Please… please take them. They’ll help you, um, to feel better.” He pleaded, voice kept hushed as to not mess with his companion’s head any further. 

“Ngh… nooo…” Mutt was too out of it to even take notice of the fact he had said no, a word he was well aware he wasn’t allowed to say. The prospect of any more drugs troubled him too much to notice.

Take them, ‘520. Now.

No, please, Handler Brooks, no more pills, please, no more drugs-

It’s almost like you’re asking for some discipline. Obviously, it’s needed. I said take them ‘520. 

“Please, please… no more…” he begged pathetically, shielding his face with his hands from foreboding punishment. The pills were bad and scary and even if he trusted Prince he knew they would make him only feel worse.

“It’s alright,” someone started, a voice he didn’t yet quite know cutting in, “We've got the liquid form too.” 

An arm snaked its way under him, carefully tipping up his head and pressing a cup to his parted lips. Silently he gave in, gulping down the foul tasting liquid. Mutt knew well to accept what he was given. 

Prince took a soft finger and wiped the hair out from his eyes as he was settled back to the floor, flashing him an expression laced with concern. At least, that’s what Mutt believed it to be, but why would Prince - or anyone for that matter - ever be concerned for him?

You’re disposable, Mutt, that’s the only good thing about you.

A strangled whimper spilled from his lips, face twisting with pain. Someone’s palm trailed down his face - he hoped it was Prince - and lingered there for a moment for him to nuzzle into. His sir never touched him like that. He didn’t blame him.

“You can go sleep now, okay? Get some rest.” The strange voice whispered. An order, Mutt recognized, even in his haze. Whoever this was, it didn’t sound like his master, he would be a very good boy for them.

Again the blanket was tucked up to his chin, and Mutt gladly sighed with delight as the thoughts slipped from his mind. 

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[heartfullofleeches]

Could you tell some more about your rodeo clown and minotaur hybrid yan idea? like, you have Caught My Attention and i would rlly love to hear more 👀

(Have a blurb instead)

Crouching by its chipped bars, you squeeze your arm through the bull's cage and toss an apple on the floor.

"Here you go little guy, eat up."

The creature snorts; fruit disappearing into the shadows of his habitat. You're glad he's eating. Poor guy had a rough time getting settled in and you doubt he's seen the light of day since with the tarp your bosses kept over his cage. Something about keeping him hidden from public eye until his big debut. Feeling bad for him, you snuck him snacks and spoke to him on your breaks. On top of welcoming him home, you hoped it'd stop him from mauling you when you met later that night.

"Y/n! Show's about to start!"

"Coming!" You pat the roof of the cafe as you stand. "See you soon, buddy. Hope you don't kill me."

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Working in the crowd, you hardly pay attention to the main show in favor of your own act. The rodeo runs the same with the horse riders and other performers out in the field, and you performing in between the time it takes for the next to beginning. When the showrunner announces the final act is the first time you look away, drawn to curiosity by the crowd's astonished and frightened gasps. The bull.. was a man. Or a hybrid of the two.

The horns and hind legs of the creature, but the physic and body of a man. The bullman rams into the handler freeing him of his ropes and tears off the mask attached to his jaw. He charges onto the stage as the doors fling open and straight into the horse rider who was apparently as uninformed of the beast as you. He goes flying, out cold before he even hits the crowd. The bull stalks towards his unconscious form as screams tear through the crowd. Your body is shaking, but you can't just leave him out there alone. Tumbling as you grab hold of the railing, you hop over the fence.

"Hey, over here!"

The beast redirects its focus on you. An angry grunt puffs its chest. Its eyes soften as they center on you. You don't have time to regret your decision as it storms towards you. It's almost twice your size and far quicker than any bull you've ran from before. You're going to die. Definitely going to die. You brace for the worse as you're sent to the uneven earth and its large body cages you from escape- a wet muscle licking the salted tears in your closed eyes.

What.

The bullman continues to lap at your face as you open your eyes, lifting you up by hands held on the curve of your spine and into his lap. His tongue sweeps over your lips before he's hiding you against his chest as the rodeo attendees approach to help you out.

"They're mine."

He speaks too? You push yourself away from his chest to give your two cents, forced into submission by him pinning your arms beneath one of his.

"Don't move too much, you might get yourself hurt. I'd hate to accidentally harm my mate when I've just got them in my arms."

"I'm not.... your mate."

The bullman chuckles. "I'm glad I have a human with a good sense of humor. You've been with me every night since they captured me and made sure I was taking care. What else would you be if not my lover? Dont worry. Not that I've got you, I'll never let you go again. "

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: I miss a lot of your birth stuff, so how about your a 5’4 cuminflated baby factory for the biggest magical creatures known for hard births like Orcs, Orges, Minotaurs, etc. For while you’re boypussy has no problem pushing out this absolutely massive babies but then a half Orc/ half giant breeds you one day with three massive babies and your so big and stretch everywhere it hurts. You go so overdue the father has to fuck you into labor and your cunt is gaping and almost ripped apart by the three babies and just when you think it’s over there’s a fourth that just tears you in two. Your relieved that it’s over that is until your  permanently sold to the half Orc/half giant and become his baby factory forever.

Oh, I really like this <3

It doesn't matter who I used to be or how I ended up here, really. All that matters is that I'm constantly round and swollen with the latest young, babies from whatever monster needed to use a hole, needed to continue a bloodline, needed to watch a pathetic human give birth to their too-big babies. Not allowed clothes except for a collar, chained wherever is convenient for my latest client, used constantly for breeding until it's finally time for me to push out whatever is taking up space in my womb. I'm just lucky my boycunt is used to it all at this point, because otherwise it would all be a lot more painful. It's painful nonetheless - that's part of the appeal, after all - but my body has, at least, acclimated.

Sometimes, a client will enjoy my "company" so much that they don't let me give birth, keeping me in agonizing labor for days on end so that the contractions squeeze their cock and so that they can keep using me for as long as possible. Orcs will gladly let the rest of their band use me, despite the terms of rental clearly being set at one client, so they're especially bad about this - it's unfair to let a toy go so soon if someone has gone without a turn in some sloppy boycunt, after all. Minotaurs are stubborn by nature, so they're also reluctant to give me up, but they know the terms of a rental as well as the rest of my clients. They can't keep me without repercussions.

My stomach sinks one day when an absolutely enormous client approaches my handlers and asks for a rental. Based on his looks and size, he must be half orc and half giant, if not mostly giant. His tusks and yellow eyes, plus the powerful shoulders, speak to orc ancestry, definitely, but his size is something else entirely. My handlers gladly recommend my services, handing me over upon the exchange of sufficient gold.

His cock alone is big enough to compete with even the largest of births I've ever had, so the prospect of bearing his children scares me - but it gets worse when he determines that I'm carrying triplets after breeding me thoroughly. He praises my proprietors in keeping a cuntboy so fertile, so ready to carry children for whoever is in need, and continues using me even as I swell to obscene sizes with his young at an uncomfortable speed. I'm sore, I'm tired, everything hurts, but I get no rest during the day, constantly impaled on my client's impossible cock. He's been pent up for a long time because nobody wants to handle him, he explains, so it's just better at this point to find somebody who can't say no.

He gets concerned when the supposed due date passes and I just keep swelling. He doesn't want health problems to befall me or the children, and he wants to continue his bloodline - but he has to admit that there's appeal in having a hole around that can take him. Still, he decides to take matters into his own hands one day, and just picks me up bodily, sliding me up and down on his cock like the toy I am, pummeling my cervix to prompt a response from my body - and a response is exactly what he gets. Labor rips through me, and I scream, arching my back as my body finally makes its needs known, but he doesn't let me off, too busy chasing his own high. The squeezing of my boyhole around his cock is just too perfect for him to ignore, even if I'm finally giving birth like he wants.

When he cums, at least that means my hole is loose and sloppy for him when he finally lays me on my back and tells me to push. I obey, screaming, crying, tears falling endlessly from my cheeks as I struggle through the first of three enormous children. The head alone is easily the width of a large watermelon, stuck crowning for a ridiculous amount of time - and that just seems to get my client hard again, stroking his cock as he watches me struggle, watches me ruin my body trying to give birth for him. Drenched in sweat, I finally manage to dislodge the head, and the rest of the body follows with comparative ease.

The second is much the same, except he makes it harder on me. With a gentle palm, he pushes the child back into my body, forcing me to bring it to a crown all over again. And again. He doesn't do it a third time, though, apparently unwilling to delay the birth of his children further, and allows me the privilege of bearing his young, bringing them into the world while I'm in agony, shaking with the effort. If anything, the struggle just turns him on even more - his cock bobs, precum slicking the head even when he's not masturbating to my tears.

Finally, the third. Finally, there will be some rest. Once I'm finished with this, the most difficult task I've ever had to face, I will finally get to relax, just for a little bit, before he fucks another set of babies into me and makes me bear those ones just the same. As I push, though, something feels...off. Something doesn't feel right, like my belly is still too heavy. It can't be the afterbirth - I know what that feels like from dozens and dozens of births over the years - so what else could it possibly be?

I get my answer after the third slides out, my boycunt protesting as it's stretched to its limits for the third time in a row. There's a fourth. My heart sinks as the weight of a fourth child becomes clear to me, now that I'm not distracted by the rest of them, and it feels like it may be bigger than the others by a significant factor. I don't even know if I'll be able to properly birth this thing - but I'm not left any choice when my client presses on my swollen belly, forcing the last of the batch towards my already overworked cunt. I try to plead with him, to tell him that I can't take it, that it hurts too badly, but the way his cock twitches in response tells me that he's looking forward to that. All I can do is brace myself.

It's not enough. A wave of pain rocks me to my absolute core, worse than anything I've ever felt, and I can't even hear myself screaming as the baby fights its way out of me. It stretches me to my limits, meets my limits, and then shoots right past them, my cunt ripping open to make two holes into one, my body permanently changed to reflect my true purpose as a breeding slave, a baby factory, nothing more than a walking womb that makes funny noises sometimes. The air smells like metal. Blood pools beneath me, but my client doesn't seem concerned - in fact, he's jacking off as his final child comes into the world covered in my blood.

My vision is dim, but I can still tell when my client looms over me. The brand-new pain of him sliding his throbbing cock into my fresh wound-cunt isn't even that bad, not compared to when his child made it, so I don't even cry that much anymore, not from the intrusion alone. What makes me cry is when he jackhammers his way to another orgasm, shooting his seed directly into my womb to knock me up all over again, and and his cock stays hard. He pulls out and jacks off, using my blood as lube, painting my sweat-covered body and my open, torn injury in another load of seed.

When he brings me back to my handlers, he apologizes for breaking me and offers to pay for my repair. My handlers, however, see how happy my client is now that he has a body to use and children to continue his bloodline, and they just offer me to him outright - for a price, of course. They've gotten plenty of use out of me over the years, and the majority of toys they keep around break eventually. I'm just lucky I broke in a way that turns my new owner on even more instead of a way that kills me outright.

My owner, now free to use me as much as he likes and free to make me give birth as many times as possible, breeds me again the instant we return to his dwelling, regardless of the fact that I'm still in pain. He's not sewing up those wounds or repairing them, oh, not at all - he's going to let them stay open so that I can give birth over, and over, and over again.

It doesn't matter if they need more time to heal - what matters is how soon he can knock me up.

[hehe-69]

Tangerine x reader

Warring: possibly very bad writing. Definitely swearing. Mentions of death, reader had a brother but he passed.

Also your code name is kiwi…because I said so.

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It’s safe to say that what went down on that bullet train in Tokyo Japan, was nothing short of a shit show. And, per your great luck, you got front row seats to said show.

Now why you got front row seats is mostly due to the fact you took a mission from a rival of the White Death, and for a man who is supposedly the most influential mob boss of the entire fucking world. Dude sure has some serious issues with holding grudges.

That and you just so happened to be off and on partners with a certain fruity pair, and may or may not have been the getaway driver for a certain job in Bolivia.

Which leads you to where you are now, in a safe house in downtown Tokyo, with the Twins and Ladybug.

Safe to say tensions were high and rising.

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“I don’t fuckin’ care if you’re sorry, YOU SHOT ME IN MY FICKIN’ SHOULDER! YOU FUCKING PRICK!!!” Tangerine and Ladybug have been non stop bickering ever since you and the group walked through the door of your safe house.

Well bickering may be a stretch, considering Tangerine was just screaming at Ladybug while the blond when on and on about doors and windows to peaceful resolutions of conflicts.

“In my defense you hadn’t been exactly nice to me, so how was I supposed to know you weren’t trying to shoot and innocent girl” Ladybug retorted from a safe distance as you stood by Tan patching up the bullet wound in his shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry princess. I didn’t realize that I’m supposed to BE FUCKIN’ JOLLY TO A SLIMY BASTARD!!!” Tangerine’s sarcasm was blatant as ever.

“Tan,” you began voice filled with annoyance, it has been hours and they’re still going strong as ever. “To be fair, we were all tricked on that train. And we’re luck to even be alive right now…so can you both…Just…Stop…Talking. For like five fucking seconds!” Tangerine let’s out a hiss as you not so accidentally pull the stitch just a little too tight. But he reminds quite afterwards.

“Thank you Kiwi!” Ladybug says exasperated.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Tangerine mumbles. “She was talkin to the both of us you twat!”

“Alright you know what. Ladybug go wait in the hallway for your handler to come back with the food. And you.” You turn to Tangerine looking him in the eye. “Stop acting like a child, you’re 30 years old for Crist’s Sake.”

“I’m the child?!” Tangerine says raising an eyebrow.

“You both are!” Lemon speaks up taking off a pair of headphones you had given him so that at least one of you didn’t have to suffer through the bickering. “Look I know you’re all shaken up after this shit show, but you need to clam down bruv. We lived no one died that didn’t need to be killed. Job well done.” Lemon put simply.

“What about the White Death’s Son, or oh I don’t know…THE FUCKIN CASE!” Tangerine exclaimed.

“First of all, that’s not our fault, and secondly don’t you dare say ‘Well what would Thomas say’ because that’s just mean.” Lemon pointed at Tan. “And third of all, I’m gonna just go wait for the food. And you just sit and quit being so grumpy all the damn time.” Lemon hopped off the couch and went to wait in the hall with Ladybug.

“Great you can go talk about trains with that PRICK!”

“Tan.” You say sharply after wrapping up his shoulder.

“What is it luv.” Tan says, expecting a lecture.

“Want to talk about what’s really bothering you or do you just want to keep pissing everyone off?” You question as you tie the wrapping.

“What are ya goin on about?”

“Well… for starters I’m sure seeing Lemon in that…” tangerine is now glaring at you. “In that situation must of scared the shit out of you.” You finish softly, moving a one of his curls back into place.

“You know, I’ve never told you. But I had a brother…” You began. “Me and him were on a snatch and grab…and, it didn’t end well. I found him after we were forced to split up, thinking it’d be for the best…but it wasn’t.” You could feel the burning in the back of your throat, the kind you get when you know you’re going to start crying if you keep talking. And you were not about to cry in front of Tan, especially when you were trying to comfort him. “He didn’t make it out of that job, but I did. What I mean to say is, I can understand how that might affect you. Seeing your brother like that.”

“All I’m saying is that you don’t have to always cover up the way you’re feeling with anger. Even if it feels like it’s for the better, it’s usually not.” Most people would’ve been punch in the face by now, but after working with Tan and Lemon for years. You and Tan reached an understanding or some sorts, sometimes you’d listen to him vent about a job or you’d both sit in silence, till you were ready to talk.

“I’m alright luv.” Tan says just a tad bit more softly, a tone he takes with no one but you and Lemon.

“No you’re not. I’m sure almost getting shot the neck didn’t help at all.” You offer up another chance for him to talk or make a joke.

“Yeah, well…it’s not just that or Lemon that is bothering me…”

“What is it?” Tan looks up to meet your eyes, you’ve got a feeling, well a hope. That you know what it is.“That wreck, you’re lucky you made it out alive Kiwi.” Tan says after a pause. “I almost thought…”

“Thought what?” You say softly, your hand resting on top of his.

“I thought we had lost you…” Tan says looking at your hand over his.

“I’m still here.” You say your free hand on his cheek. “We can talk about this more when we get back to London. Does that sound good?” You offer.

“Yeah, thanks luv.” Tan gives you one of those rare genuine smiles, you wish he would smile more.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kisssss!” You a not so whisper through the door going out to the hallway.

“And now the moment is ruined.” Apparently Ladybug’s handler is back with the food because that’s definitely her voice carrying through the door.

“OH FUCK ME!” Tan exasperates and then sighs.

And god, you would love to.

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Decided to do something simple, to see if I hated it.

It’s been forever since I’ve written a x reader, so I’m sorrry if it sucks. All I know is that I’ve definitely been hunting for more of tangerine x reader. So I thought I might write some.

Please feel free to comment some prompts for writing or even some advice.

And thanks for reading!

Ps: I definitely did not just pull this story out my ass

I did….for the plot