#she's so hot please throw me around like a ball commander

[mbccari]

Zoya and Eleven from the latest collab.... god

(got the pictures from here !! it's a thread with all the pics, I linked the sources one)

[shadowsndaisies]

athena; the preamble

WC: 3k

synopsis: athena at a glance basically

main masterlist

athena-verse master post

a/n: i know I should be working on cnng, but this idea has just fully taken root. the brain rot is real.... please come talk to me about it... please

Having Maverick for a dad is exactly what it sounds like.

He played fast and loose with the rules of the Navy, which made him a highly decorated captain, but at the end of the day, he had two loves in his life, the Navy and his daughter. Despite the risks he took and the chances he played with, you never doubted your dad's love. You did, however, have to learn to speak his language.

That meant early mornings in the hangar, learning how to fix up engines and motors of relics. It meant doing homework on base after school. It meant learning ranks and callsigns as a kid. And so you did. You did it all. You learned poker and swindled more than a few Navy men before you'd even hit puberty. You smiled pretty for every commanding officer your father's managed to piss off. It also meant developing a need for speed.

Having Maverick for a dad meant being on edge every time he got deployed. It meant spending his deployments with Uncle Ice and Aunt Sarah and your summers with Aunt Carole and Bradley.

Every deployment that fell during the school year was spent based out of the Kazansky house. You didn't mind too much. Uncle Ice and your dad always had each other's back, a bond forged in loss, that much you knew. Aunt Sarah acted like a mom; she cooked hot meals and taught you how to make some of your favorites. You spent time with their kids and went to school with them, too. It was fun spending time with Ryan and Elizabeth Kazansky. Ryan was about five years younger than you but a ball of energy, and little Lizzie was a planner and was often your partner in crime despite being eight years younger than you.

There were the odd in-betweens when your dad would have someone he trusted enough to watch you. That being said, you'd only ever spent a few deployments with someone not named Bradshaw or Kazansky; the exception was always one woman, Penny Benjamin.

You weren't an idiot.

Having Pete Mitchell for a dad meant wising up quick. Meant quick humor and a reckless streak that you had to work twice as hard to overcorrect and suppress because you both knew he'd never be the one to police you on it. It meant a semi-stable home life but so much love and too many role models. It also meant a fluctuating Penny.

Penny, who met your dad years before you were born. Penny, who you knew your dad loved and who loved your dad, even though they never seemed to get their timing right. Penny, who taught you how to sail, throw a proper punch, and French braid. Who showed you how to open a beer bottle without an opener in several different ways, using a belt buckle, a spoon, and your house keys? Penny, who was.. a mom. As much as you are reluctant to admit it publicly, Penny Benjamin was probably the closest thing you had to a mom because even though Aunt Sarah loved you and cared for you like she did with Elizabeth, she was always Aunt Sarah, never Mom. Even Aunt Carole, who was your godmother, could never truly fill the void of mother even though you know she tried her best to help you with the parts you missed out on. Penny was the only one who came close, at least when she was around she was.

Summers, though, were your favorite. Whether or not your dad was on deployment, you spent every summer in Virginia with the Bradshaws. You had a room that Carole always referred to as "little Miss Mitchell's room" and a best friend who taught you so much more about life.

Bradley.

Bradley, who taught you how to swing a bat and throw a football. Bradley, who gave you your first driving lesson when your dad got deployed before he could. Bradley, who you talked with weekly when you weren't living under the same roof. Bradley, who let you make fun of his name when you needed an easy out, Brad Brad, had been the running joke.

Bradley always had your back; he piggybacked you home when you skinned your knees during your skater girl summer. He took you out of the way to your favorite ice cream place whenever you had cramps and planted himself on the sofa with you to watch Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, and I Dream of Jeanie when you refused to move. Bradley, who ate the things you cooked when you'd test out Aunt Sarah's recipes and forgave you while throwing up when you gave him food poisoning when you were thirteen, who still trusted what you put in front of him even after that (though he had gotten you a meat thermometer and written up a cheat sheet to ensure you knew when it was fully cooked).

And you had his.

When Aunt Carole died, you mourned for months. Navy royalty knocked on your dad's door to share their condolences with the teen for weeks. Bradley had been seventeen at the time, about to start his senior year of high school. He completed that year back in San Diego. He'd had friends and people who cared for him in Virginia, who'd offered their homes for his final year of high school, but when your dad offered, he clung to the familiarity that was Mav. That year, your dad had a few deployments, and all of them were short. Looking back, you wonder if Uncle Ice had pulled strings to ensure that. Either way, when Bradley went to his senior prom, Mav was there. He filmed the awkward getting-ready stage, caught on camera as you helped Bradley tie his tie, and you got a great moment of Mav doing the last inspection before Bradley left to pick up his date.

You spent all your free weekends that spring at every single one of Bradley's baseball games. Aunt Sarah would come to every home game, and little Lizzie and Ryan loved screaming and cheering for Brad's mama. Look at Brad Brad go!

Bradley grieved and cried, and he was so incredibly sad and heartbroken. But he was still Bradley. He was still your best friend. He intimidated any guy who got too close and was the only person outside your father who you could love one second and be planning his murder the next. Bradley was your best friend; he was until he wasn't.

Until papers were pulled and words were exchanged, Bradley stormed out one day and never came back.

You found him; of course you did. He was your best friend. And even though you coaxed him out of his hiding spot, words were said. Phrases hurled at you that targeted the softest of spots that only he knew about. You held together; you had to. You got him at Viper's and left him there. You went to Ice's. You didn't talk to your dad for months, and Bradley never spoke to him again.

He reached out to you during your senior year of high school in an email apologizing for how he lashed out at you. You never responded. A scabbed spot in your heart that used to belong to him, still too raw to touch. He kept emailing, though. Random updates, more apologies, congratulations, and happy birthdays. You read every email, but you never could bring yourself to respond. Then, four years had gone by.

Bradley's bi-weekly email arrived when you were in your second year of university. You read it, reread it, and then read it a third time. Aviation Officer Candidate School. You weren't surprised; you knew Bradley wouldn't abandon his dream. You never thought he would, but being faced with the reality of it weighed heavily. Bradley being selected for AOCS was proof of his dedication. OCS, in general, required sponsors within the Navy and was much more difficult to get into than the Naval Academy; they only took individuals with a bachelor's degree to start with. However, for Bradley to get into AOCS, specifically the aviation program, someone up the ladder had to have helped. The more you sat with it, the harder it became to figure out who. It could have been Viper, who had dealt with an Angry, Confused, and Isolated Bradley for the remainder of his senior year and the summer, probably every summer after that. Or maybe it was Ice, cleaning up the mess your dad had made, just as he always did.

Your dad had cost Bradley four years in the Navy, but this program might help him bridge it, at least to some degree.

For the first time since the day you dropped him at Viper's, you respond.

Congratulations, Bradley, I'm glad you're achieving your dream.

That was it.

You didn't tell your dad. But you heard about it when he found out. Ice, thankfully, had given you a heads-up. You played dumb; you knew better than to admit to the emails. Your dad was strong and stubborn, but you'd seen what his and Bradley's blowout had done to him. The hollowness that followed him, the pain in his eyes at every memento and reminder. The ache in his heart is located between the gaps titled Goose and Carole.

He hadn't told you why he'd pulled Bradley's papers. You'd made (somewhat) peace (begrudgingly) with that when you finally let your dad back into your life nearly two months after the Pulling of the Papers, and only because he almost died in a bird strike and you as his next of kin had been notified upon his hospitalization.

When he heard about AOCS, though, the secret came spilling out. Carole asked me, and she gave me one request. You'd known your dad had a private conversation with Carole Bradshaw on her deathbed. You and Bradley had been asked to stand outside her hospital room while they talked. When you were allowed back in, they both had tears in their eyes. You'd always assumed it had something to do with Goose, and to an extent, you were right. Carole Bradshaw was one of the strongest women you'd ever met, but it seemed even she was afraid of the price you pay to the Navy for the honor of serving your country.

You weren't sure what drove you to it.

It could have been Bradley's transition into AOCS.

The truth your dad had finally shared.

Or because you still felt like you had something to prove.

Maybe even that need for speed that had never been handled properly.

But you enrolled in your university's Navy ROTC program that same week.

The most surprising part of the change was how easily it came. Orders sounded like they did on the bases you grew up on. Your history, lineage, and contacts helped get you started and acted as an excuse for your late decision to join. You found some semblance of peace in ROTC as if the missing parts of the puzzle were starting to become visible.

You weren't sure how you managed to get through ROTC and into your first year as a Naval officer without your dad finding out, but you did. And by then, it was too late for him to do to you what he'd done to Bradley.

Bradley, to his credit, had a mellower response, only because he didn't have your phone number anymore and could only type an email in caps lock to convey his yelling. He did include it on the bottom, though; I wish I'd thought of ROTC. I could've sped the pipeline along more.

You hadn't responded to any emails since his admission into AOCS, and if you watched his college graduation and sent a gift to Ice to pass off to him, that was nobody's business but yours.

Your dad was… displeased.

But he kept calling. He didn't freeze you out, and you didn't have it in you to do it to him again. So you talked, told him how training was, and when he finally asked you why? In such a pained voice, you told him the truth. There was no tangible reason, just that you had to do it, that this was your path. Safe to say, it wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear.

Becoming an Aviator was difficult. Not only because of the requirements and the toll it takes. Not only because you were a woman. But because you faced accusations of nepotism at every turn. You were, however, your father's daughter, and his lack of movement within the Navy did not diminish his accomplishments. You learned. You learned from the best. From your teachers, from your peers, from your dad, and from the men you considered uncles. And you showed everyone what you were capable of. You were a Naval Aviator within a year of graduating from college and the ROTC program, achieving the rank quicker than almost anyone following the same pipeline. You made a name for yourself using your brain. Where people were quick to assume nepotism, you were quick to show them your dry wit, sharp tongue, and tactical thinking.

That's where the callsign came from. Athena was the Greek goddess of wisdom and war, daughter of Zeus, and king of the gods. It fit well.

You did two and a half years as a Naval Aviator Officer in training in Norfolk and another two in Japan as a Junior Officer before you got the call.

Top Gun.

Returning to San Diego was… nostalgic. Being on the Miramar base even more so. You faced criticism of nepotism from your peers here as well; never mind that only the top two percent of naval aviators are invited to Top Gun to begin with. But you worked hard and proved your calling had more to do with wisdom and war than whose daughter you were. You came out of it with two friends: a pilot named Brigham Lennox, callsign: Harvard, and his WSO Logan Lee, callsign: Yale. Both of whom were the only two to wise up within the first day and realize you are so much more than your name.

It's also why the three of you were at the top of your class.

Afterward, Yale and Harvard are sent to Oceana, off the East Coast, where you knew Bradley had been based on his emails. And you were kept in state and sent to Lemoore. You preferred that, not that you'd say so. But being in-state meant being able to visit with Ice, even when you knew he wasn't doing so well, and it meant you could continue to avoid Bradley in peace. At Lemoore, you got placed with the VFA-14, the Tophatters, also known as the oldest currently active aircraft squadron in the US Navy. There's a lot of history attached there, a legacy to make proud of, as Ice and Viper would like to remind you when you'd join them for a monthly poker game.

Being stationed with the Tophatters came with two significant perks: Natasha Trace, callsign: Phoenix, and Jake Seresin, callsign: Hangman. Stationed with the VFA-41 (Black Aces) and VFA-151 (Vigilantes) respectively. Despite the fact that the two of them could not stand each other, you formed friendships with them both. In Natasha, you found someone who understood the uphill battle for women in service, but more than that, you found someone who kept it honest, called it like she saw it, and loved you for who you were.

With Jake, it was different. His bravado and charm worked, but not on you. Where other pilots got fed up with his cocky bullshit, you were able to stay leveled and see through. A benefit you shared once after a few beers of being raised by the best of the best. There must have been a sharper edge to your reminisces than you remember because Jake never made a nepo baby joke after that. A casual one here or there, but none at the heart of it, none with genuine malice. Not like he had in the beginning.

Jake allowed you to be. Rough edges and jagged ends. He kept your feet on the ground when you spent most of your day in the skies. You like to think you balanced him out a bit, too. Able to keep him from getting too stuck in the clouds, too sure of himself. You were always happy to knock him down a peg or two; truthfully, sometimes, he needed you to do so.

You found happiness on Commander, Carrier Wing Nine in the Strike Fighter Wing Pacific. You excelled in your squad and gained recognition and honors, ribbons that decorated your lapel. You talked with your dad, mostly about random things, given the confidentiality of both his and your assignments, but you found time. Ice and Sarah checked in, and Viper, too. And every time your feet were on solid ground, they found time for a barbecue or a poker game, or both, usually both.

You still read Bradley's emails. Bi-weekly had turned to monthly, and even then, they didn't come every month, but they did come, always with a reason, just as they had been for the last decade and change. You never could figure out why he kept sending them. You'd thought about replying, now, years after the rage and pain and grief you'd held onto had been let go of, nothing productive ever came from holding on too tight, you'd learned. But Bradley sent the emails, sometimes signing his name as Bradley or Rooster, but on the nostalgic ones, he'd always put Brad Brad, an olive branch, you knew, but you never could get yourself to click send on the drafts you'd write out, dozens of them sitting in the drafts folder as it was.

You'd found your space; it wasn't perfect, but it was yours.

And then you got recalled.

And so did 'Nix.

And Jake.

Then the email came in, and they're calling me back to Top Gun for some detachment. Maybe I could find time to come to Lemoore?

And then your dad hit Mach 10 and was missing in action for over five hours, only to be found in some small-town diner in the middle of nowhere Idaho.

He was sent back to Miramar, too.

And you were left wondering what the fuck was happening now, flying down with Phoenix and Hangman on your wings, and why it seemed to be colliding all the fragments of your world.

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everything tags: @butterfly-skinnylegend

[themistressofdolls]

XENOS THE CAT UNLEASHED Chapter III

Chapter I: https://www.tumblr.com/themistressofdolls/743616576495009792/xenos-the-cat-unleashed

Chapter II: https://themistressofdolls.tumblr.com/post/744437263076917248/xenos-the-cat-unleashed-ii

Chapter II:

Return to Japan and the pure heart scouts

It had been a long time since I was last in Japan but I got a new house there using my freelancer money which had a hot tub, high tech gamer pc so I could play fortnite, a switch and tons of cool anime figures too, I even made some extra side money doing boxing even defeating that weakling L Paul in a match who went down in one hit.

I was out doing some shopping in Akiba because I wanted the new manga when I saw some monsters attacking and these cute magical girls where fighting it to protect innocent lives.

“This ones too powerful Pink Heart!” Said the magical girl in the yellow fuku.

Thats when I showed up cutting the monster in half with my gunblade and finishing it off with a burst round from my devil arms “That is amazing power you have! Thank you for helping us back there, my name is Yellow Heart and we are the Pure heart scouts.”

“My name is Xenos Edgeblade but some call me Katana of justice I guess but that's a mouthful so just Xenos will do.”

War against the Black Venus kingdom

The Pure hearts told me they reincarnated from Princesses thousands of years ago who where killed by the evil Black Venus Kingdom who wanted to revive empress Iblis a force of pure evil that would corrupt the universe and they had awoken to justice as magical girls to fight queen Blackheart.

I knew I couldn't let them win so I decided to team up with the Pure hearts to fight against the Black Venus kingdom.

Suddenly there was explosion in the streets of Tokyo and I could not believe what I saw but it was the author of the shitty wizard book series Harvey Porter “I have sold my soul to the Black Venus Kingdom for power and now I shall exterminate those who do not conform to purity!” She laughed setting fire to store fronts.

I was on the scene with Pink Heart and Blue heart as we fought back “I DEMAND PROOF YOU ARE REAL GIRLS OR ELSE!” She demanded throwing more fire.

“Shut the fuck up who are you to decide who is real or not also your books fucking suck and anime is way better!” I said and charged the power of the grand sages through Odin and Zenkata as I blasted her into dust.

Pink Heart was scared of how powerful I had became but was glad I was on the side of justice “Good work but shes not the only one, many evil people sell their souls to the black kingdom for power.” She sighed.

I laughed “Yeah maybe that one did it in hopes they'd make her a decent writer.”

This was just a week enemy, a monster of the week you could even say so we had take on the real fight the four dark generals of the black venus kingdom.

Taking the fight to Venus castle

I had enough waiting around so I geared up and went to NASA “I NEED A SPACE SHUTTLE RIGHT NOW TO GO TO VENUS IN ORDER TO STOP QUEEN BLACKHEART FROM SUMMONING EMPRESS IBLIS!” I screamed at the command centre people who where nervous around me.

Pink Heart and the girls had come in “Please you must help us before its too late.” and they nodded because The Pure Hearts where beloved heroes and NASA where happy to help us.

We got armoured space suits and they took us to the shuttle and we blasted off into space.

It was a long flight but thankfully we had a TV with some anime box-sets so I watched some my hero academy to kill some time until we got there.

A storm of silver light hit the shuttle as we approached Venus and armies of flying monsters from the abyss of chaos itself “Looks like we can only head half way, just the way I like it! Storming the front gates!” I smiled and jumped out of the rocket like a falling ball of fire slicing my way through the hoard.

I put my MP3 player on playing the epic fight music from the Casshern movie as I covered my body in Lunar flames tearing through armies of chaos monsters.

Slamming into the surface of Venus the first Black Venus Kingdom general Elegentis was waiting for me sniffing a rose “Oh so you are the ruffin that dares to lay a hand on our great queen, I shall send you to eternal slumber like I once did the Pure Hearts original selves.” He fired an exploding rose then drew out a crystal rapier covered in magic.

We clashed swords in an epic duel but I was too fast as I powered up into Super Demihuman level three as my hair turned golden and longer and destroyed him with a beam attack.

I went into the crystal city which was once the seat of power for the Pure Hearts before corrupted by queen Blackheart and the corrupt Empress Iblis now it was a shiny city ruled by death knights and cultists.

It was pretty easy for me to fuck them up in super form three as I tore them to pieces with my Sutakatta gunblade then finished the rest off with a rain of double pistol bullets.

The next general had long red hair and he was called Ballkana “You will not get near the queen, the awakening of the dark devil is near.” and I was tired of his shit so I charged up an delta bomb and threw it him and he went down in one hit.

“You look like you could use help, lets use Pure Heart prismatic power!” Said Green Heart as a rainbow of light covered the monster army taking thousands of them down.

The last two generals showed, lady Shadowdance and Lord Yuno who drew weapons on us but with the combined power of level super three and the Pure Hearts we made quick work of them leaving the queen as the only threat left.

The rival of empress Iblis and my greatest battle yet

I entered the celestial castle where Queen Blackheart waited for me wearing long purple robes, high heels and a black magical staff “It is too late I have already drained the life energy from everyone on Earth to revive Empress Iblis.” She laughed and used her demonic magic to blast the Pure Hearts who screamed in pain.

“LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE YOU BASTARD!” I told her but she laughed and used her evil magic to weaken me.

She started to drain energy from Pink Heart and the others “Xenos, if you can destroy the Iblis core you can return the life energy to the people of Earth, take our energy and stop her!” Pink Heart begged me as the girls sent me their energy.

I got up and swung the Sutakatta gunblade at Queen Blackheart but she blocked it with the abyssal blade and did the unthinkable

SHE SHATTERED THE SUTAKATTA GUNBLADE AND I WAS HORRIFIED!

Queen Blackheart used a hellfire impact knocking me down but I got up filled with the power of determination and entered my Lunar super form launching six thousand mudas at her

But each hit didn't even move her as I punched faster and faster and she just stood there taking each blow as sparks flew off each hit.

“HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ABLE TO NO SELL MY FUCKING ATTACKS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!?!?!?!”

She laughed smugly with that fucking cat grin as she removed her crown SHE HAD CAT EARS JUST LIKE ME SHE WAS A DEMI HUMAN BUT REALLY POWERFUL!!!!

“My real name is Genos Blackheart EDGEBLADE! Your sister!” she laughed smugly mocking me which got under my skin but how could my sister be alive?

Pink Heart tried to stand “But you destroyed our kingdom and corrupted Venus thousands of years ago how could you do that if you where Xenos sister?” She asked.

“After the farmers destroyed our family I survived and after meeting a strange man in a box we went on adventures across time and space but I grew hungry for power betraying him. After that the lonely god of time abandoned me in the distant past but I escaped my exile when those foolish princesses took me in, training me then I betrayed them to empress Iblis.” She told Pink Heart explaining everything.

“That makes sense” I noted.

I drew my duel katanas and clashed with her “Sister or not I can't let you revive that god damn horror devil!” I told her determinated to win this fight.

The feelings of all the people I loved, the pure hearts, my friends with the Yakuza, Cinos and the freedom fighters flowed into me as I finally managed TO NO SELL HER ATTACKS AND LAND A STRONG BLOW AGAINST HER.

With all the energy I went past my Lunar superform and even super demihuman level III as prismatic energy covered me like a glowing rainbow and I felt absolute instinct mode kick in with my hair turning a glowing rainbow flash.

THIS WAS THE ULTIMATE POWER PRISMATIC SUPER FORM AND GENOS WAS SCARED NOW “How could you surpass me? I have the power of evil, of empress Iblis within me!”

I scoffed at how little she knew “Darkness is a chain it will only drag you down sister, that's why you could never truly defeat me.” and I dashed forward landing thousands of sonic punches into her breaking bones and doing massive damage.

Genos started to having a mental breakdown which I found funny as she shattered her staff and started punching the floor “FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU BROTHER I HATE YOU GO EAT SHIT AND DIE IN A BASTARD FIRE!” She fired a death beam at the Iblis egg freeing the darkness as she vanished.

Vs the concept of death and damnation itself

Reality broke apart as space turned into blood and screaming and horrific skull faced eldritch horror form of Empress Iblis was floating in the field of red starts singing the death signal itself across every world at once “All shall return to nothing and all souls shall return to pain everlasting this is the purpose of life and its demise” The being spoke as I drifted in the red space.

I flew into it sparkling like a rainbow firing phantom punches of prismatic light but it wasn't doing enough damage to do much “LIFE DESERVES A CHANCE TO BE ALIVE!” I spoke the hopes and dreams of the universe.

The song I'm here played as the hopes and dreams of all beings flowed into me as I started to twitch and going crazy with the most intense energy ever as leylines of multiple colours appeared over my skin and my belted trench coat turned into a glorious golden silver and rainbow wings formed with runic symbols

THIS WAS HOLY PRIMISTIC SUPER DEMI HUMAN MODE and I felt like I could take on the concept of death itself and prove the worth of all beings.

I started firing holy Omega Gendokus at it cracking the surface of the planet shaped skull then landing on it to fire a million earthquake sized punches, I bet that gave the fucker a nasty headache.

The music got more epic motivating me to keep fighting harder as I pulled more power into me forming a blade of pure crystal prismatic light and cutting the red space in half as holy spears smashed into the red skulls surface cracking it.

“You can not stop nihilism and despair don't try it!” Iblis warned me but I didn't listen, fuck that guy so much.

I went beyond into HYPER DEMI HUMAN PRIMISTIC CHAOS ANGEL forming the blade with temporal time space axis power “FOR EVERY LIVING SOUL IN CREATION I SHALL SEND YOU TO DUST!” I shouted.

I charged the blade with the raw power of time itself then I slashed into Empress Iblis as it fell into a loot of destructive time “TRY THIS ONE LOSER!” And I punched the abomination a million time then used a destructive prismatic punch firing empress Iblis into the sun as it burned to death.

But I was not finished as I looped BEYOND THE TIME causing empress Iblis to get punched into the sun over and over and over burning infinite times.

I did a cool pose absorbing the sword and finishing the demonic bastard off with a haylon beam as it broke apart crumbling into dust killing Empress Iblis forever.

The fight against WORLD ORDER PMC

It has been a few months since I returned to Earth and I got a cool new job with Vermont Island PMC who where trying to stop terrorists and cure a disease called pathos syndrome. They headhunted me after hearing about how I epicly killed an outer god.

I got a cool silver trench coat with tons of belts to store weapons and gear along with a High Nanocarbon cyber katana and red sunglasses equipped with cyberwear allowing me to scan the situation on any mission.

I was on a mission one day with a convoy in the middle east when a rocket hit our car knocking us over but I jumped out in time doing a sick summer salt and unsheathing my katana “So someone wanted to mess around, if you know the legends that's a bad idea.” I laughed.

A big fat man with a cyber axe and a minigun arm came out of the smoke “Yeehaw my name is Warmonger and I'm here to bring back the 9/11 age when AMERICA was great and strong and we'll fuck this place up get some oil and create more war and killing yeehaw.” He laughed firing the minigun but I used my ninja moves to slow motion out of the bullets way because of time powers.

He swung his cyberaxe but my katana was able to block it “Your cyberwear is no good we have the most top of the line stuff and lots of money.” Warmonger laughed at me.

I powered up into prismatic super demihuman but he fled before I could hunt him down because he knew he would die in a face to face fight with me.

My radio went off and it was our mission controller Yuki Miyazaki “We did some intel checking they where with World order PMC a military company with ties to powerful republican party senators and the family foundation a deep pocket right wing think tank.” She told me.

But what puzzled me was why they wanted war and killing I had to find out and get answers.

I got in our helicopter returning to base when my best friend told me more data. He had a trenchcoat like mine but it was red with a lot of belts to store his weapons plus he had green sunglasses and black fur “Kazu you got the low down for me?” I asked him.

Kazu the hedgehog nodded “Yeah World Order PMC is making big moves, they want war all over the world but it seems they are being bankrolled not just by the family foundation but also the Russian federation.”

I grabbed an a cybernetic armour killer Katana, two Heckler & Koch VP9 handguns, a FAMAS, a grenade launcher, and two SCARs which had the ultra rare gold edgestrike paint job which is the rarest one ever made.

We went to New york where the HQ of World Order PMC was walking into the lobby with trench coats “Please step into the scanner” said the cyborg cops and I opened my coat showing off all my cool weapons before punching him so hard his lower ribcage shattered.

I turned out my MP3 player that had Du Hast playing as I opened fire on the cyborg security forces in the lobby even using my power to slow down time as my bullets made cool patterns in mid air. I then spun kick one guy so hard he went flying into a pillar which broke the pillar.

Kazu the hedgehog ran along the wall spraying four cyber swat guys with SCAR bullets.

Slowing time down I dropped from above and with a well timed hand movement twisted a guys neck as it snapped

Running along the wall I dropped my machine guns and took the two VP9s from my coat opening fire on some armored swat guys, getting head shots on each one, my aim was just that good.

The lobby was covered in smoke as cyber cops and swat guys lay on the ground. We went into the lift and headed to the top floor to confront who was behind this.

Suddenly the elevator doors opened and we where in some kind of lab filled with machines and computers.

“What is this fucking place Kazu? Its creeping me the hell out.” I shouted looking around for answers but then a robotic looking lizard men came in and I knew him because I saw his face on television countless times.

“MARK ROBOBERG?!” I gasped completely stunned it was the head of Fakebook the social media company.

He whirled roboticly “This is the AI lab, I made a deal with WORLD ORDER PMC to create what is called an AI content farm. With this we can create fake news and propoganda on a global level to make people think whatever brain dead ideals we seed in their pathetic human minds.” He said in the most robotic voice ever.

I clenched my fist “NOBODYS DUMB ENOUGH TO FALL FOR ALL THAT FAKE NEWS THEY'LL SEE ITS ALL FAKES CREATED BY SOME MORONIC FUCKING AI PROGRAM!” I pointed.

“The human disease is weak minded, we can create AI art and TV to fill their bellies with slop and waste which will save us billions of dollars. Not to mention with the AI system we can engineer even who can become president and what agenda they shall obey.” Mark Roboberg laughed but it was a laugh devoid of humanity, a cold laugh, an evil laugh.

I drew the katanas and took his head off then fired a haylon beam destroying him completely “You can not kill me I am inside the system now.” His voice was over the intercom.

“But if I blow up the AI lab, then you'll die.” I smirked.

The voice became sad, the first time he had even a hint of dull emotion “Oh I did not think of that one.” He sighed and I powered up into Super Lunar Demihuman blasting an omega bomb burning the entire AI system down taking Mark Roboberg out for good.

“Roboberg is just a minion, we need to find out where the dark money is coming from to fund all this.” Kazu the Hedgehog said and I agreed since we had to find out where the dark money was coming from to fund all this.

The mask of the Robo empire

We went to the next floor where Warmonger was wearing for us “You came here but you'll be too late to stop the revival of the 9/11 dream my friend yeehaw, soon we'll have a new age of war and anti terrorism like the good old days of the 2000s yeeehaw.” He laughed throwing his armoured trench coat away showing he was augmented into a giant killing robot.

“AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TRY AND STOP US!” Warmonger said as he smashed is giant fist into the floor knocking us all down

Warmonger turned his arms into rocket launchers firing 100s of missiles at me and Kazu which we dodged as I flash kicked him right in the face cracking it.

He then armed his mini guns firing thousands of rounds and lasers and grenades and bombs “This guys not giving up, lets use the cross slash limit breaker Kazu!” AND WE DID!

We crossed out blades glowing with prismatic magical power charging forward in an X formation as we sliced him in half. The cut was so clean it cut his power reactor in half as he exploded into pieces.

“One more floor, lets confront the CEO of World order PMC.” Kazu said and we went up to the penthouse level.

The list topped and we exited in a gold room with water foundations, statues and windows overlooking the entire city at night.

That's when the big boss sitting on a throne smoking a cigar came to greet us “I watched you on the CCTV, it was most amusing. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Bron DeSanta republician politician, future president and CEO of World order.” He was licking pudding from his fingers “Rero rero rero yummy.” He had a twisted face.

I took out my golden caster pistols aiming them at the fat fucks face “This ends now, you're not going to get your new 9/11 asshole!” I warned him and I was DEADLY SERIOUSLY!

DeSanta snapped his fingers as robo soldiers came in and we fought them off but more kept coming “You can die here for my entertainment like the rest of the non normal people who will be purged when I take over with the help of the family foundation, Russia and the Robo empire.” the bastard laughed smoking his cigar and drinking whiskey

Kazu opened fire blowing apart a bunch of robo soldiers while I sliced even more up with my katanas “I have more frags than you, you gotta move faster Kazu.” I chuckled as we made a game of it.

After bagging the last robo soldier the fat republician got up throwing his cigar away and laughing as he turned into fire melting his fake skin AND HE WAS A BUFF ANDROID ROBOT SUPER SOLDIER “Hahaha, its true I am a secret sleeper agent for the Robo empire and our plan was the weaken your pathetic human institutions to prep for our invasion.” and he turned his arm into a machine rifle opening fire as he heelied around the room.

The robo general grabbed Kazu punching him with his electro fists and sending a million volts into him before body slamming him into the statues “OOOF FUCK!” Kazu shouted.

I got in the way and unloaded 10000 shots into the robo general who tried to helicopter spin kick me over and over.

No choice left I WENT INTO CYBERNETIC SUPER MODE as the kandatsu runes circled me allowing me to unlock BLADE DANCE MODE and I slowed down time and started to slash the robo general 100s of times cutting through him as bits of him and limbs went over the room each one exploding.

All that was left was his head as I aimed my guns in the air in slow motion “JACK POT BABY!” I said unleashing over a 100 bullets as his head and CPU exploded into bits leaving nothing of him.

With the robot Bron DeSanta destoryed the signal to summon the Robo empire was shut down but I knew their invasion force was still out there in the dark space waiting AND I WOULD BE READY FOR THEM!

After that me and Kazu sent the World order PMC buildings reactor core up blowing the building up, it did some damage to the near by area but the police had evacuated people anyway so nobody got hurt at least.

Working for the CIA again and the defence of potato town

I left my PMC job because I wanted a break but before I could I was grabbed by some black ops guys into a helicopter and it was the director of the CIA “Welcome back Xenos Edgeblade, we need you to do some jobs for us.”

“I LEFT THE CIA BEHIND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WILL HELP YOU AGAIN?!?!” I shouted at him.

The director chuckled “We can clean your record after that incident in Japan.” And he got me there as I remembered what I did to Nyan-Chan which made me feel bad because I went a little too far back then.

“You see I need you to join a crack team with our agent Banana split to defend Potato town which is under attack from the Pineapple computer company which wants to knock it down to build a new gigafactory which would displace thousands of people and its not in our interests you could say.”

I read the files about the colourful town and how gangs of mercs had been fighting over it for a while in the battle royale wars which was alright with me since I enjoyed a good battle “Alright I'm in but you better honour our deal.” I warned him.

I met the crew such as Banana Split who was half banana, Joe Sunshades and Agent H who where all pretty awesome people and we rode on the battle truck which was a truck but it had hang gliders on it so we could fly it over Potato town.

We jumped off the battle truck and opened fire on the Pineapple company mercenaries who had constructed a fort there but I got a rocket launcher and demolished it as they where on fire screaming and I laughed “Suck it down!” I taunted them.

It was an easy fight as I managed to take down over four enemy forts but what I was surprised with was the enemy had somehow recruited THE BOOGEYMAN KILLER to aid them as he swung his butcher knife at me looking into my soul that that fucking evil mask with black holes instead of eyes “Silent type eh?” I spat.

I drop kicked him then shot and stabbed him but he kept getting back up because he was a supernatural killer.

But then I WENT PRISMATIC SUPER MODE AND USED THE SENDOKEN HAY KO ATTACK AND VAPORIZED HIM! He wouldn't be coming back to life from that one.

With their top fighter gone me and Banana Split along with Agent H made quick work of the final fort as we made our way to the Pineapple CEOs base.

Inside the base I gunned down his elite mercs and kicked down the doors to the control room as the Pineapple CEO sat their in his smug business suit “Xenos Edgeblade betray your friends to me and I shall pay you double if you help my company own everything we can own”

“Fuck the shut up I will never work for a scumbag CEO like you!” I told him as I shot him in the face and he WAS DEAD!

That night we had a huge party playing arcade games and drinking cola and it was a good time.

Fighting the Soulless

After completing my deal the CIA director let me go and cleared all the charges against me as I went back to having a normal life.

That's when some black creatures attacked me like shadow beings and I slashed them but it did no good “What the fuck why won't you die?!” I fired beams at them but it also did nothing but thats when a young kid with brown hair showed up with Lightsword cutting them down.

“You're lucky I came here, those where the soulless, evil creatures that where once people but their souls where taken away turning their bodies into evil shadow creatures that spread across the worlds turning them into dark cores.”

I thanked the kid for saving me “What's your name and how did your weapon hurt them while mines didn't?” I asked him.

“I'm Sona, I fight the Soulless with the Lightblade which is given to chosen knights of Heart to protect the worlds from the rising tide of darkness.” He explained and it made sense to me and I wanted to help him fight these dark creatures.

“Ok I believe you.” I said and offered to join his fight.

We went through a portal to the world of Fae which was under attack by an army of Soulless and I went into my Holy Knight super form and summoned my Lightblade the ragnarok which was a sword of red light with a spiked handle and I cut through an army of thousands of which and Sona was shocked “You where chosen to weld a light blade too? This must be destiny, you are the chosen knight of heart.” He said.

Me and Sona fought back to back as we cleared the Soulless out saving the Fae world “Thank you for saving us you will be legendary heroes within our stories.” Said the queen of the Fae who gifted us with powerful diamonds.

“Take these two chaos diamonds, may they protect you in the battles to come.” She smiled.

Storming Castle despair

I fought many battles against the Soulless over the next few months and after killing all the boss types we learned they where coming from the world of castle Despair where their leader must be hiding out. I figured if I killed the asshole I could put an end to the invasion of Soulless and restore light to existence.

We took a lightship breaching the nexus wall as we arrived in the sky above castle despair which was infested with armoured Soulless. I jumped out turning into a rainbow fire ball “DEATH FROM ABOVE SHITHEADS!” I shouted slamming the ground which set tons of them flying and I made quick work of them with the ragnarok lightblade.

After that me and Sona stormed the gates entering the castle where too fat boss enemies where waiting for me but I went into Holy Super mode and cleved them with the powered Lightblade.

“Lets go upstairs, the boss must be in the gateroom from back when this was the world of Lightneia a place belonging to the knights of old.” Sona said and we charged upwards clearing out each floor before we arrived at the gate room which was infested with darkness corruption.

Finally we arrived in the portal room after slaughtering tens of thousands of the soulless and thats when a man with long white hair, a massive katana and a black and silver outfit was waiting for us “This is Antuo the seeker of souls, he is the one who unleashed the flood of the soulless.” Sona said and armed his lightblade and I armed mine too.

“He'll be soulless when I'm done with him.” I smiled reassuring Sona I had the situation well in hand.

An aura of darkness covered Antuo “I am Antuo seeker of darkness, I wanted knowledge of the ones with no souls so I sacrificed this world to them to get it and know I am close to becoming the god of all Soulless, you will join the tide of darkness soon enough.” And he summoned the black lightblade DESPAIR which was too powerful.

But I felt the light and summoned my new ultimate lightblade HOPEBRINGER and he was real scared then “HOW COULD HOPEBRINGER CHOOSE YOU ITS IMPOSSIBLE NOTHING CAN STOP THE DARKNESS!” and he attacked but HOPEBRINGER blocked DESPAIRs attack and we crossed blades having an epic fight across the castle ruins.

“BECAUSE THE COSMOS IS LIGHT AND I AM ITS CHOOSEN GUARDIAN THATS WHY YOU CAN NEVER WIN BECAUSE YOU HATE THE POTENTAL THE SOUL HAS!” And I cut him in half after I entered my light bringer form and he was consumed by the portals light.

Finally the soulless where destoryed but before me and Sona could celebrate the portal exploded pulling me in.

The world of the rose and becoming a student of plant

I woke up on the road dodging a high tech looking car but when I saw the sky I realized this wasn't castle Despair or even Earth I WAS ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WORLD!

A green haired lady with a whip looked down on me “You are hurt? Why are you sleeping on the road?” She asked and I got up.

“I wasn't sleeping I was fighting the soulless when a portal blew up and sent me here!” I told her everything and she believed me.

She nodded “I am Rika a teacher at Oasis a series of schools which train mercenaries to go missions all across the world, you seem like you have potential, if you want you could enlist to become a student, we call students of Oasis PLANTS” She told me and it seemed cool so I agreed signing up to become an Oasis student.

Over the next month I learned this world was called Rose and a military empire called Galhardia was invading other countries to do something called imperialism and I didn't like that so I doubled down on my PLANT training to get even more stronger.

One morning I was in the OASIS training centre beating a punching bag but it was no normal punching bag since I was too powerful for that, no it was a punching bag filled with tungstenthe strongest metal on earth and I punched it 100s of times as the bag flew into the air exploding “I'll need another a bag and more tungsten, they can't handle my power level, haha.”

A fellow PLANT called Setsuna came in, he was my classmate and sparring buddy who wore a sick black coat with gold lines and had a cool golden katana “Yo Xenos, training eh?” He grinned and we did a badass handshake between two bros because we where tight.

After that we went to get launch together, it was chili dogs WHICH I LOVED but we fought over who would get the last batch because I was so hungry I could eat a house but we all laughed together about it then went out to town to play at the arcade that night.

THE BATTLE EXAM AND THE INVASION

At the end of the month we where brought to the main hall to be briefed on the battle exam a live combat situation where only the best of the best students would pass and become PLANT members! I was confident I was going to axe the exam because I had tons of experience and training that it would probably be too easy for me.

Headmaster Jack Tobin greeted all the students “As of 1400 hours the nation of Galhardia invaded the small country of Umber sending in shocktroopers, the mayor of Umber has hired OASIS to help push Galhardia forces out, good luck.” He said and we geared up going into battle.

We got on an airship flying over the ocean “Are you scared?” I laughed.

Setsuna just shrugged “Not a chance I'm pumped to finally see some real action instead of just monster hunting.” And we looked down seeing bombs going off and soldiers fighting as we parachuted out of the airship landing on the beach as we opened fire with guns and swords “SUCK IT DOWN MOTHERFUCKERS!” I shouted unloading into an armoured trooper.

I then drew my Omega Crystal Gunblade which was forged with emerald mana crystals and nano metal making it the strongest gunblade I had forged yet “You don't want to die? Oh boo hoo, you got into combat so you made your bed SLEEP IN IT!” I smirked drawing my Ragnorak light blade as I duel welded the Omega Crystal and Ragnorak tearing through the front line troops as OASIS made their way into the city centre.

A cute girl student with a sniper rifle approached us “Hey Xenos I am from squad two we got sent to back you up what's the situation.” Leena asked us.

“We wiped out the forces on the beach and now we need to target the occupied military base in the forest.” I told her as we loaded up fighting through the red elite soldiers who had red uniforms and tougher more hi tech armour but my new gunblade cut through it like butter while Setsuna and Leena backed me up.

As we got to the forest we noticed the Galhardia forces where in mobile armours which where heavy power armour suits with mini gun and flamethrower arms “Looks like they're sending out the welcome wagon” I said and went into my Prismatic super form as I charged focused unleashing a slash of pure light as they exploded “GO GO GO THE WAY FORWARDS CLEAR!” I ordered as my squad charged forward.

We ran into some tanks and I shouted “MISEIKO!!” I shouted firing a ripple of powerful beams from the right hand blowing apart the legion of Galhardia tanks “SEND YOUR ARMIES THERE'S NO MAN OR MACHINE THAT CAN HOLD ME BACK!” I threatened them and the surviving soldiers peed their pants in fear because they knew they had no way to stop me.

Then I summoned Ki fire magic and burned the surviving soldiers to death as they screamed “No mercy for war mongers like you!” I said.

Reaching the end of the forest we saw the occupied military base with tons of Galhardia soldiers “What's the plan Xenos?” Asked Leena.

Setsuna was rubbing his chin “We could try sneak in, take them by surprise?”

But I grabbed my gunblade “Lets rock the house down, we out power them and they won't expect a direct frontal assault.” and I charged forward unleashing metor magic which blew the front line down.

Then I vaulted from the air cutting a commander unit down with my gunblade before I pulled out my guns and opened fire blowing even more men away.

After that Setuna and Leena joined the assault killing even more Galhardia soldiers clearing the way as I assaulted the base cutting town mobile armour soldiers and more.

We reached the main hanger where the enemy command was waiting in a giant mecha armed to the teeth “This is carbon Gear the ultimate weapon and with it I will crush PLANT and take this weak country for the empire.” He said arming the machine as he fired a barrage of heavy rockets down me on me as I slowed time and dodge rolled.

“Annoying pest, eat this!” He said firing heavy machine fire which I also dodged as I fired back with Hedoku blasts hitting the machine.

Setsuna backed me up as he fired a homing missile at the mechs communication system blinding it “Good work, let me take care of the rest.”

I jumped into the air slowing time down as I went into primatic super cyber demi human UNLEASHED mode and then entered Blade dance form as I started slashing the machine over a million times as pieces went flying and exploding everywhere.

The commander ejected as he tried to fight me in hand to hand combat but I punched his so hard his chest exploded and he was dead.

“Good work Xenos, we did it now lets get back to the airship” Leena smiled and kissed me which made me blush.

After liberating Umber we returned to OASIS to see what grades we got in the battle exam and thats when Headmaster Jack showed up “Good work Xenos Edgeblade, Setsuna and Leena you all got S ranks which means you are now PLANTs.” and we where happy we passed the battle exam.

That night we would go to the ball to celebrate our victory and think about the future.

The Enchantress takes over

I was at the ball and danced with Leena who had the hots for me but I was not that really into dating so I didn't know what to say because my true love was fighting “I was thinking maybe we could go out together” we danced at the ball while looking at the sky above.

The next day we got our first mission as Headmaster Jack came to greet us “You must go to Galhardias captial city and assassinating the Enchantress who is working with the dictator to get power for herself and take over the world of Rose.”

We got on our armored train which took us to the next continent but we had to use fake Ids so the Galhardia boarder patrol didn't suspect us of being PLANT members.

The train arrived in the city of Piatis which was full of neon lights and grand art which made it a shame to know it was run by the fascist Galhardia government making me want to liberate it even harder.

“I an agent Hagard from PLANTS north sector academy, so you're the team for this mission.” He greeted us.

“That's right me, Leena and Setsuna are the best there is and we're ready to prove it.” I told him and my eyes alone showed I was deadly serious.

Taking the tram we arrived at Hagards penthouse in the city, he'd been living here undercover for a while it seems. He poured himself a bepsi then gave us the low down “The enchantress is the most powerful magic user on the planet Rose, she arrived long ago as an adviser to the political class and over time they became more extreme war mongers invading other lands.” He told us.

He continued his explanation “She plans to take over Galhardia and is only using Chancellor Penjamin Nepanyahu for her own agenda, she is a being of pure evil and has to be destroyed before she can rise to power as the final anti Christ.”

Then I saw the newspaper which shocked me THE ENCHANTRESS WAS MY SISTER GENOS EDGEBLADE “HOW THE FUCK DID GENOS SURVIVE AND GET TO ROSE?!” I shouted and everyone was stunned.

“Wait, Xenos you know her?” Asked Setsuna.

I grimaced and nodded “She's my sister but she turned to evil long ago when she wiped out a kingdom of magical girls and attempted to revive a horror from beyond the void BUT I KILLED IT AND SENT HER TO OTHERWORLD but it seems she survived and somehow established herself on this world so I must stop her and finish what I started.” I said grabbing a sniper rifle, a bepis can and my duel guns.

We took our positions on the grassy knoll and there was a big parade with witches and magi there as the enchantress Genos Edgeblade came to the stand to give her speech. She was wearing a red royal dress, a crown filled with rainbow gems and a gold staff with a magical ruby “Shes here, this is it.” Setsuna said.

She began her speech “I will be the terror of the night that leads you to an era of blood and death! We shall butcher the lands and take their resources to grow more power in our never ending empire! Those that serve me shall be rewarded while the weak will be skinned alive and put display as an example to the filth!” She said and the crowd clapped clearly brainwashed by years of propaganda.

Chancellor Penjamin Nepanyahu looked worried “That's not the platform of my government, that's a bit too far even for me.” He said and she looked at him with her smug cat grin AND RIPPED HIS FUCKING HEART OUT AND THE CROWD CHEERED!

The sickening parade went on and I was disgusted at how brainwashed the people where as they openly accepted the creation of a fascist state under my sister “We need to stop her, I have to take the shot.” I told Setsuna aiming the magitech sniper rifle and firing towards Genos Edgeblades head but she blocked the shot.

Thats when she saw me from a distance and pointed “XENOS YOU MOTHERFUCKER DID YOU THINK A SNIPER ROUND COULD KILL ME? DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM THAT FUCKING WEAK YOU PIECE OF SHIT? FUCK YOU! I REALLY MEAN IT FUCK YOU!” She shouted and I grabbed a motorcycle charging towards her as I drove it into her face and it exploded.

I then jumped into the air bringing down a rain of magical bullets on top of her before unleashing a brave slash and entering combat mode.

“I'm not going to let you ruin this world, as a member of OASIS its my duty to stop monsters like you sister!” I told her because I was serious about fighting.

But what shocked me more was the Crystal Pandemonium blocking my blade, my sister had teamed up with my dark self ZENOS VOIDEDGE “This world shall enter an age of depravity and chaos.” He smiled as I had to fight the two of them off.

“YOU TEAMED UP WITH THAT FUCKER?! YOU REALLY ARE THE LOWEST OF THE LOW!” I spat.

Genos fired balls of omega magic at me while Zenos attacked with chaos slash making it hard for me to get a hit in “I have no choice.” as I powered up into my prismatic cyber form form but my evil self punched me so hard HE PUNCHED THE SUPER OUT OF ME!

Then to make it worse he went super himself in Dark super chaos demi human “I have grown stronger to meet you in battle my loathsome light side” Zenos grinned as he started kicking me while I was down.

Dashing forward I tried to throw some punches at Zenos but he flash stepped and kicked me in the back.

Setsuna and Leena came to assist me “I can do this, don't put yourselves in danger!” I asked them but they just smiled at me drawing their weapons.

“We won't let you fight alone Xenos, thats what the power of friendship is all about, right?” Leena said and cast a massive wall of fire allowing me to get the advantage as I perried Zenos attacks and was able to stab him.

He healed through and powered up but thats when I floated in the air thinking about all my friends who stood by me as glowing blue energy flowed towards me.

I BEGAN TO SURPASS ALL MY FORMERS DRAWING THE POWER AND EXPLODED INTO BLUE LIGHT WITH SPARKLING BLUE SPIKED HAIR!

THIS WAS MY CRYSTAL SUPER FORM!

“No you can't do this to me, thats not fair.” Genos said blasting me with spell after spell aiming her staff at me to unleashed forbidden destructive magic.

I used a holy bomb to blast Zenos my dark self into dust then charged forward as my body glowed with light dropping thousands of high speech light punches into Genos.

Then I drew all the blue light into me forming a crystal railgun out of the particles “CRYSTAL DRIVE DRIVER ULITMA!” I said forming the crystal railgun and blasting a non stop beam of pure cleansing energy into Genos as she disintegrated ending the threat of the enchantress once and for all.

As I returned to my normal friend my comrades hugged me “The threat is over but we need to de-radicalize these people and restore democracy” I said.

[toloveawarlord]

♥ Pairing: Keisuke Baji x Fem!Reader

♥ Timeline: Toman Timeline post timeskip

♥ Event: Kinktober

♥ Day 2: Friends with Benefits

♥ Warnings: semi-public; jealous behavior; mean baji

♥ wc: 1.3k

You were fucking with him.

You had to be.

Why else were you sitting on Mikey's lap, absently playing with his hair while mid-conversation with him and Mitsuya. Ignoring him, like you weren't making out with before joining him to meet the Toman members at the bar.

Baji polished off his beer, not so subtly staring. It was even more fucking irritating that you wouldn't even glance in his direction. He'd brought you along to show you off.

But they were supposed to be jealous of him.

Not him sitting at the bar counter, watching them fawn over you. Flirt with you.

Have you sitting on his fucking lap.

"And here I thought you two were just friends," Kazutora said, poking at his friend who looked like he was being blue-balled by a girl that he vehemently denied having any type of feelings. Physical or otherwise. Kazutora didn't buy into the bullshit. "She's hot. What did you expect them to do?"

Bastards. All of them.

He fucking knows you're hot. It was the very first thing that popped into his mind when he met you. Going to feed his neighborhood alley cat and perhaps get some snuggles, Baji had found you there with his little scoundrel. He was greeted with your lovely ass in tight shorts that left little to the imagination, bent over and petting the black and white speckled kitten.

"Fuck all of you-" Baji cursed under his breath, landing a decent punch against Kazutora's side. He couldn't take it. Your face inches Mikey's, like the two of you were going to kiss. Your fingers still intertwined in his blond hair.

The glass in his hand nearly shattered as he slammed it against the counter, gathering the attention of everyone. "Aye, let's blow this joint. I'm bored." Bored. Pissed. About to punch his commander square in the nose.

"What crawled up your ass?" You asked, not pleased with how he jerked you off Mikey's lap and hauled you toward the door without a care about how you felt about it.

"Hey, where are you goin-" "Yo, Baji, the fuck man-"

But the two of you were on the street before any explanation could be given.

"Keisuke? Hello?" You called to him once again, receiving no response but a loud huff. Taking a quick step to catch up to his pace instead of being dragged along, your mouth dropped open in a wide, knowing smile. "Oooh. I get it. Didn't like me and Mikey together huh?"

His silence only drove you to tease harder.

"His lap was very comfortable, you know. And his hair is so freakin soft, and I'll bet his lips are too."

Baji rolled his eyes, bottling up what little self-control that he could to not shut you up with his hand around your throat. Too many witnesses. Grabbing the helmet on his bike, he practically slammed it onto your head. "Get on."

"I'm touched that you're thinking about my safety right now."

"Fucking get on or I'll throw you on."

The bike roared to life and took off down the road at a speed that would land him in jail if pulled over. His whole body was tense, holding in so much pent-up aggression.

You had no reason to hold onto him, other than to touch him because you wanted to. Arms around his waist, fingers finding their way under his shirt. It wasn't surprising that Baji was jealous. He may act like a badass who doesn't care, but he's possessive, even with you.

Even when it wasn't anything.

Just two friends who liked to see each other naked.

He was going to wreck. You must want him fuckin dead to be feeling him up like that right now. Baji found a suitable spot without any people. It was as good a place as any. The helmet on your head clanked against the ground as he threw you over his shoulder.

"An alley? Am I just a common whore now, Keisuke?" The idea of pissing him off more stirred your desire for him. He was wild and rough when it came to banging but you wanted him to go absolutely feral this time.

"Might as well be when you were basically fucking my commander in the bar."

"We both had our clothes on."

Your world spun with how fast Baji dropped you and spun you around to bend your body over a stack of boxes that would surely collapse before he was finished. "It's not their fault. They don't know that we hook up."

Baji jerked both your shorts and panties down to your knees at once. He needed to remind you that he was the one who made you scream in pleasure. "Shut up already. I'm tired of you damn mouth." He wasted no time in sinking balls deep into you.

"Oh my god-"

"Jesus, you're fucking wet from sitting on Mikey's lap? Were you thinking about him fucking you like this? Huh?" The boxes rocked beneath the two of you as he slammed into you. Thinking about what may have been going on in your head while you were with Mikey pissed him off more. "Got nothin to say now?"

What could you say? His cock stretched your hole so wide it was painfully amazing. This was why the two of you hooked up. The sex was just too good to stop after one time. Like magnets, you were drawn back together again and again.

"Seriously? Ya gone dumb already? I've barely fucked you," Baji said, slapping his hand against your ass. Your hands reaching for something to hold onto were snatched by him, locking them behind your back with his strong hand.

"Keisuke-'' God, how did he make you cum so damn fast? Your voice echoed down the empty alley, letting anyone nearby hear you being railed to a fucking amazing orgasm by your best friend. You squirmed in his hold but had absolutely nowhere to run to.

He jerked your head up, fingers gripping into your hair tight enough to nearly rip it out. "Louder, come on. The whole neighborhood can't hear you yet. Let 'em know who it is that fucks you this good."

But he would be lying if he said that he didn't love your pussy. Some girls like that soft and gentle crap. He could get soft just thinking about it. You, though. You allowed him to do as he pleased, for as long as he pleased. Begging for more.

The box that held you started to cave in, threatening to ruin the good time. Baji pulled out long enough to turn you to face him, hands gripping the plush of your thighs. Up was that he gruffed out, hoisting you up, legs around his waist.

And then he was back inside your warm walls.

Your back hit the brick wall, hands gripping onto his shoulders as he managed to thrust faster than before. The angle deeper, hitting that spot inside that made you tingle all over. "Fucking-- shit 'm gonna- again-" Him holding you up like that was so damn sexy.

"Good- fuckin cum on my cock again." He grunted, nearly there himself. Your pussy milking him again was enough to drive him mad. "So damn good- takin it-" He wasn't the best at compliments, never calling you any sweet nicknames. That crap was for losers who fell in love.

The mixture of your juices dripped onto the ground beneath you. Baji accepted your lips against his, sloppy kisses exchanged between gasps for air. Coming down from the high quickly.

You left the alley as if nothing had happened, returning to Baji's bike to leave. Plucking your helmet up off the ground, you watched him fish in his pockets for the key. "So, round two at your place?"

"Damn right."

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 18

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey and Pearl finally have a chat

Warning: Swearing(?), racial issues, pregnancy,

Note: Okay, I know how many people HATE when babies are added into fanfics, but I am trying my ABSOLUTE BEST to make this actually enjoyable and kind of put a twist on how I typically see children being introduced in writing, so please trust the process. 

Also, I hope this chapter isn’t too confusing. It switches between present day and flashbacks

Song: Mary Don’t You Weep - Inez Andrews

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Every day that passed only became harder. I went through all of Ma’s belongings, staring at them for hours while I reminisced on the past. Most days I was living in my memories just to get myself by.

“Well, ain’t she just precious, Loretta.” Gladys says admiring the young little girl in her new Sunday dress.

Loretta huffs adjusting in her spot to find a more comfortable position against the hard, wilted wood of the porch. “Been drivin me crazy these past few days, won’t let me get through her hair or nothin.”

“Hey, new girl! Nice dress.” A boy pesters from behind the fence. 

The girl turns, wide eyed until crossing her arms upon seeing the owner of the voice.

Gladys smiles at the sight. “Look at that, they’re tryna talk to you, Honey. Why don’t you go along and play with ‘em. And boys! Make sure you include Honey this time!”

“We don’t wanna play with a girl!” Thomas whines.

Loretta shoos away his complaining, kicking out her bare feet across the sand. “She’s the only girl you ever gone see if you keep that up. Just play one game with her, please.”

The three boys groan their way to the backyard, where a ball is left on the ground from their last session. Elvis begins kicking the ball around with Thomas, while Michael walks up to Honey. “Just stay over here while we play. Don’t get in the way.” He commands.

She crosses her arms. “What makes you think I wanna play with you anyway, ugly boy.”

Thomas and Elvis pause their game to hold in their laughter. “Psh, you couldn’t play even if you tried.” Michael sneers.

Honey smiles. “Scared you’ll get whooped by a girl?”

“OOO!” The two boys shout, laughing at Micheal’s upset and embarrassed face. “I want her on my team!” Thomas raises his hand. 

Michael groans. “Come on, foo’s. She can’t play with us.”

Elvis pats the shoulder of his friend. “Nah, she got you good. She can play.”

Pearl and I haven’t talked since that day. Originally I thought about moving away and never speaking to her again. I wanted so badly to just disappear from the world, I already had so much to figure out about the future, I couldn’t stand her attitude on top of it. But a few days after the funeral, I made dinner for the two of us. We sat at the table in silence. I had so much pain in me, but looking at her that night struck something. 

Her eyes were dull, hair unbrushed, sadly picking at her food. She looked worse than I had ever seen her. But what hurt the most was that I remembered she was barely 18. She’s just a kid that lost her daddy too. I was the only family member she had left, and same for me. I’m not much older than her, but enough that it felt like my responsibility to step up as the big sister and take care of her. Take care of her and…someone else in the future now too.

Honey and the boys sit outside under the hot sun, church bells ring in the near distance. She grazes her fingers through the grass, snapping up dandelions from the weeds and weaving the stems through her tangles of hair. She keeps a handful of dandelions in her hand to bury her face into every now and again to take in their sweet yet earthy aroma.

“Would’ya quit sniffin them things. You already know it don’t smell like nothin but grass and dirt.” Elvis teases her. She pouts, throwing one towards his face. He laughs at her attempt, catching it before it can hit his cheek. “Keep stickin your nose in them things and we’ll have to call you Bumble.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Bumble?” She questions.

“Yeah, you know, like the bee. Those big fat ones that pollinate on them flowers. Hey! You’re even fluffy like one too!” He states excitedly, reaching out to rat her curls.

“Does it taste okay?” I ask Pearl.

Her head snaps up, shocked that I just spoke to her. She falters for a moment. “Yeah.”

I nod, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Oh god, what am I doing? I drop my fork onto my plate, resting my forehead in my hand. The loud clank startles her, causing her to stare in uncertainty. 

“I’m pregnant.” I blurt out. I stare deep into the grain of the table with a dry, sarcastic hum of a laugh. I didn’t have much else to lose, who cares if she knows? She’s bound to find out eventually anyways. My lip quivers as I gather the strength to continue. “Elvis. He doesn’t know.” Finally I look up at her, tears rolling down my numb face.

“Michael, stop. She ain’t all that bad.”

“Nah, she’s always tryna do what we’re doin and be like us, but she ain’t.” He says, before storming off in a fit.

Honey stands behind one of her porch’s pillars, hiding her glistening eyes. Elvis sees this and immediately walks up to her. “Honey, don’t cry.” But him taking notice only made the tears come out faster. “It don’t matter what he say. I think you’re fine just the way you are.”

She sniffles. “But you’re always making fun of me too.”

He smiles. “Aww, you know I’m just teasin. We all do it all the time. We don’t mean nothin by it. ‘Side, I really like you. I wouldn’t hurt you like that, I’d much rather be your superhero.”

Honey rubs her red eyes, a weak smile tugging at her lips. “Like Captain Marvel?”

His eyes brighten. “Exactly like Captain Marvel.”

She giggles. “What would that make me?”

He thinks for a moment, stroking the nonexist hairs on his soft chin. “A princess.”

She raises her eyebrow. “A princess? That’s not fair, I wanna be someone strong too!”

“You ain’t gotta be strong when you got someone like me.” He teases, kissing the muscles on his scrawny arms.

She rolls her eyes. “Well, even if I’m a princess, I wanna help save the world too.” She demands, arms folded sternly.

He flashes her a generous smile, giving her a promise to hold deep within her heart. “You and me against the world.”

It was from that day forward that their entire view of each other had changed.

Much to my surprise Pearl has an actual sympathetic look on her face. She reaches across the table, grabbing my hand. “I’m sorry.” She says, already choking up. “For everything. My grandparents- Our grandparents used to tell this story about a colored woman that tried to seduce Daddy with her ‘dark magic’, wanted me to think colored folk were all sorts of evil. But you and your Mama are some of the kindest people I have ever met and I feel horrible bout the things I did. I thought acting like grandmaw would help her live on or somethin, but I wasn’t thinkin with my own head.”

She sniffles, rubbing her nose into her sleeve. “I never even liked Elvis, it was all just to make you feel how I did everytime Daddy paid more attention to you. Every time I talked to Elvis all he’d go on about was you. I ain’t never had nobody that talked about me like that or looked at me that way. He really loved you Honey. I thought what y’all were doin was real brave and I can only hope to be as strong as you one day. But I promise you I didn’t call the cops that day!”

Suddenly, she stands up, getting on her knees in front of me. “I’m gonna help you take care of the baby, okay? U-Unless you don’t want me to…?” She pulls her hands away, looking for signs of anger or resentment in my eyes.

I bite my lip, holding back a sob before I pull her into a hug.

She smiles. “I’m gonna help you through this, Honey. We both need each other more than ever right now.”

Pearl and I became incredibly close after that. Pathetic it took something so tragic to finally bring us together, but I was so grateful to have someone with me on this terrifying journey.

Small bike wheels track through the dirt path, coming up to the neighborhood of their owners. The boys catch a glimpse of her at the end of the block. 

Honey sits on the porch between her mama’s legs, painfully getting her head yanked back each time her mother starts a new braid in her blonde hair.

The three boys smirk, hair still wet from swimming in the waterhole earlier that day. They quickly adjust their shirts, taking off a strap from their overalls and throwing it over their shoulder to give them a ‘cool’ and uncaring bad boy look. Then they fly by, pedaling fast and talking loud to ensure they caught Honey’s attention.

Elvis pops the wheel on his bike, lifting it in the air for half a second. He smiles, satisfied when he sees a small smirk appear on Honey’s face.

Eventually, I could no longer work and we had no choice but to sell the house and move into one of the poorer neighborhoods on the East side of Memphis. When I said I missed those shack houses in Mississippi, I didn’t know how much I actually meant it until moving here.

Most stores in the area were adorned with broken or boarded up windows and fallen signs. Streets were littered with garbage, rusted cars, and dead trees. And our house was complete with wilted wooden panels, peeling wallpaper, and a smell I could never put my finger on. It was no place to raise a child, but it’d have to do. It’s all we had.

Unfortunately walking and bus taking was something we still had to do since Dad’s car was in the accident. Obviously, I didn’t want Pearl walking alone, so I’d have to make grocery trips with her, baby bump and all.

‘You’re a strong woman, Honey. You’ll get through this.’ Mama’s words haunted me every single day, and every hour that passed it became even harder to believe.

It was hard, for the both of us, but it brought us closer until I finally felt like I had a real sister by my side.

I sit on the couch, rubbing at my sore and stretched belly.

“You got a name yet?” Pearl asks from the floor in front of me.

“Charles.” I say sadly.

She smiles weakly. “And a girl?”

I shrug, with a chuckle. “I don’t know. Maybe somethin original like Maple or Vanilla, like Mama did with me.”

Only a few days later, would I find myself crying and thrashing in the most pain I had ever felt in my life, wishing I had Ma by my side to help me through it. A few months after that, our newest addition to the family ran wildly through our home, ransaking everything in sight and bouncing around with his head full of big blonde curls.

“Charles, baby. Be careful. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” I grab him, picking him up to hold in my arms.

I stroke his soft, puffy cheek as he blows spit bubbles, which naturally pop all over me, but I was used to it by now. He’s got his daddy’s same bright blue eyes and a complexion that would’ve made Ma proud.

He was such a little angel, with an occasional tantrum here and there of course, but he was a smart boy, and a fast learner too. I was so grateful everything turned out easy and peaceful since I hadn’t caught a break for the past year.

Still, I had a big choice to make. Do I tell Charles who his father is? I can’t be like my Mama. I know how much it hurts to have something so personal be kept from you, but now I understand her struggle. Will he try to go after him one day? Will he be disappointed that Elvis is his father? Will he hate me if I never tell him?

Which brings me to the flip side of that issue; Do I tell Elvis? How do I tell him? Will he be disappointed with his son? Will he hate me for not telling him by now? What will happen between him and his new girl if I tell them?

My head hurt just thinking about everything.

On the bright side, I guess my wish of having kids with Elvis came true after all, but I didn’t have my Elvis to share it with.

“Come on, Bumble! Go up there with me!”

He tugs on her arm, but she panically plants her feet right into the ground. “Elvis, I don’t wanna go up there in front of everyone!”

“It’ll be fine. Come on!” With one hard tug, she falls forward, stumbling towards the stage with him.

The choir smiles at them, as well as their mothers. The reverend shouts a heavenly cry, preaching up to the sky.

“Come on, dance! Don’t you feel it?” He asks.

She did feel it. She felt power and dreams course through her veins from their singing. She looks around nervously, before Elvis makes an effort to bring her attention back over to him. His smile eases her little heart. Slowly, she lets his energy infect her, matching his rhythmic jumping and throwing her hands out to her sides.

‘Mmm Mary, don’t you weep

Ohh, Martha, don’t you moan

Pharoah’s army drowned in the Red Sea.’

Eventually all that I had saved up from working at Handy quickly dwindled away, and Pearl and I had no choice but to take up jobs again. Pearl was the first. She easily came by a nice job at one of our local groceries stores, I on the other hand had a few issues to work out. After days of searching I finally came across the church. I applied for their choir, which luckily I was hired for. I was nervous to start singing again, but at least I could build my voice back up without being heard too upfront, not to mention it was the only job that came with daycare.

I grew up on the music and loved it, but honestly, being back in the church was hard for me. I was anything but pure, and people knew it.

Night had fallen. They should have gone back home by now, but they were too entranced by the bar that was more lively than ever. Peeking into the window, the two find a scene that blessed their senses. This was something different, something they had never heard before, something they knew they shouldn’t be seeing.

“We should try that.” The boy says.

Honey jumps down from the window to face him. “I don’t know how to dance like that, Elvis”

“Neither do I. I just copy what they do.”

She falters for a moment, unsure if she should give in to the things she was feeling, but puts her hands on his shoulders no less. They sway back and forth to the music that muffled through the poor sealing of the window. She lifts her head to peek through the glass every now and again to make sure she’s imitating the adult woman correctly. 

Then she sees them do something she knew her mama wouldn’t like. The dancer twirls her hips, reaching up to leave a heated kiss against the man she was with.

Honey shrugs. Well, if it was what they were doing.

She moves closer to Elvis, reaching up until-

A gasp fills the air, loud above the blues music coming from inside the building. The two children part from each other in horror, seeing Ms. James towering above them. 

“Go on back home, boy, ‘fore I tell ya mama what you been up to.” She threatens. He swiftly scurries off, leaving Honey to her mother. She grabs her childs hand, marching back to their house. “Honey, if I ever catch you doin that again, I swear-. You ain’t listenin to anymore of that music!”

Oh, I got plenty looks when people saw Charles and I, ‘specially when I’d have to explain the whole father situation. My usual story was that his dad went into the army, but as time rolled by, everyone began to realize how unlikely of a story that was. For those that cared enough, rumors were passed around. Some say I slept with so many men that I didn’t actually know who the father was. Others think he was born from a one night stand. Obviously, I couldn’t tell them Elvis was the father, and I doubt that would HELP to ease all the rumors anyway. Regardless, I quickly became the epitome and walking consequence of lust.

Honey’s mother didn’t let her leave often after that, leaving her silenced in her room. Only occasionally would she be allowed out to play with the boys, including the day she finally got to share a special kiss with her especially favorite friend.

She was excited to see Elvis again, hoping to have another moment like that again as soon as possible, but when she sees him again she’s met with something that breaks her heart.

“I ain’t got no idea what you’re talkin bout.”

She crosses her arms, hoping and praying he was just pulling another prank on her. “Yesterday…when you kissed me…”

He chuckles in a sarcastic tone. “I don’t remember nothin. You musta been dreamin bout me.” He says with a smirk, the other boys snickering behind him.

She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Betrayed by someone she thought was her friend.

I ran into B.B. King a few times at the church, who became a frequent visitor after that, when he wasn’t on tour anyways.

He came up to me on my way out one day. “Honey, long time no see.” He says, hugging me.

I squeeze him back, so very happy to see a familiar face after so long. “It’s so nice to see you, King.”

One of the girls brings Charles into the room, playfully chasing after him and his sloppy, bow legged steps.

He pulls away with a sad look. “I saw about E.P.” He awkwardly tucks his hands into his pocket. I respond with a defeated sign. “Now, it ain’t none of my business, but if you don’t mind me askin, what happened between you two? You both seemed real happy together, besides the whole jail thing, which I assume played a role in all of this.”

I let out a weak chuckle. “What? He never told you what happened himself?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, we lost touch a while ago.”

Charles stomps his way over to grab onto my leg with a toy in his mouth, his wet hands instantly getting slobber on my shin. I pick him up, awkwardly turning back to King.

“Honey, I’m sorry about all the things I said to you before.”

“It’s okay, Michael. I know you were just jealous you weren’t as good at playing ball as I was.” She states confidently.

He laughs, neither denying nor confirming the accuracy of her words, but instead fumbling with his fingers. “It’s just that- Honey, I-”

“What are you two doin?” Elvis interrupts.

They both look up at him, neither pleased by his presence. Honey crosses her arms, turning back to Michael. “You were saying.”

“Well, I, uh…” He swallows, nervously.

Honey waits for him to answer, but Elvis catches on fast, pushing Michael off of the bench before he can spill his next words. Elvis throws punches at him, but Michael throws them right back. Honey jumps up, attempting to push them away from each other, but it does no good.

“You never even liked her!” Elvis shouts.

“Man, you don’t either, remember!”

“Boys! What the hell’s going on here?!”

It takes their mothers to finally pry them away from each other. They breath heavily, eyeing each other while they get dragged away.

King raises a confused eyebrow. “That baby yours?”

I nod. “Yeah… His name’s Charles.”

He takes a closer look at him, taking in his lighter complexion, blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. He cranes his neck back in thought, before hesitating out, “E.P.’s?”

I stay quiet, biting at my lip and bouncing the baby on my hip. He takes this as a yes.

“He know?”

I shake my head, still not trusting my strength to admit anything out loud just yet.

He pulls me into another hug. “Look, anytime you need anything you tell me. You know us Handy kids will always be a family.” He pulls away, smiling at the baby. “Besides, you’re too talented to lose.”

“Oh whatever.” I laugh out, before taking on a sympathetic tone. “But thank you.”

“We’re moving away.” He says, glooming under the warm, sunny day.

“Okay, Elvis.” She states doubtfully.

He’s always saying him and his family are gonna travel the world and do this and that, but he never does, nothing but little lies and big dreams. The boy who cried wolf. It’s not until she looks outside her window the next morning that she realizes for once he was telling the truth. 

Elvis sits in the back of his family’s car, his father packing the final bag in the trunk. 

Her heart quickens. She speedily races outside, standing on her lawn as the family drives past her. Elvis watches his friend from the window, waving. She was in too much shock to wave back, but she’d regret for years that she didn’t. Her friend was gone. And she’d never see him again.

Or so she thought.

The days became an endless game of survival, trying to keep Pearl safe and Charles happily fed. Always felt like there wasn’t enough of something. 

Life felt like nothing but a yellow brick road, except there was no good witch, no singing or dancing, no powerful wizard to fix all my problems, just an endless road that once led to my dreams, but after years of walking, I had long given up hope of ever finding my way home again.

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

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Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Touchdown

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— summary: clay loses a football game, and while he’s already mad, you decide to rile him up even more.

“God fucking damnit.”

Clay muttered, pulling his helmet off and slamming it against one of the benches as he said the last word, making you almost jump as you quietly trailed along behind him, feet following in his footsteps. He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, wiping beads of sweat off the sides of his face as he moved towards his locker, carelessly hanging the helmet in its place as he huffed a frustrated sigh.

The locker room was empty, no traces of anyone’s belongings left, as Clay took his sweet time yelling and arguing with the coach after he instructed the rest of the team to change and get out of his sight; everyone had left before he even reached the lockers. The game hadn’t ended well for his team - the game tied, and he was feeling confident, patting their center, Nick, on the back in encouragement, shooting a pearly smile to those who cheered them on and filled the bleachers. They played overtime, and a coin was tossed, during which his team ultimately lost. Looking back on it in the pessimistic state that he was in now, throwing the towel he used to wipe his face at the wall, that should’ve been the first sign it wouldn’t end well. 

The other team scored one final touchdown in the last three minutes of the game, the crowd’s cheers and protests mixing as the opposing team’s points shot up by six, leaving them victorious by one single point and Clay upset, pent up rage and bitterness stuck inside his body with nowhere to go now that the game was over and balls couldn’t be thrown. He stayed arguing with the coach for longer than he should have, even though he simply refused to budge. You’d managed to come down from the bleachers just in time to see him hold back a curse and speedwalk towards the lockers, following close behind, not even daring to call out his name.

“Damnit!” he shouted again, sitting down on the bench, running both of his hands through his hair fervently, huffing out large exhales every time they moved back and forth. The rest of his gear was still on despite coming here specifically to change - his jersey was still draped over his large shoulder pads and chest, one glove on and the other chucked at the wall as well as the towel, shorts and knee pads in place, too. You carefully reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, at least giving him some type of assurance, hoping it would calm the fire that burnt in him, mighty and frantic, at least a little. 

It seems to do nothing, though, and the fire in him just keeps growing taller and stronger, flames licking farther up his throat, seconds away from escaping, burning him to ashes.

They do exactly that - they engulf his entire body, and for the split second that his gaze catches yours, you can see his eyes glint with flames, before he stands up so quickly it makes you dizzy, and presses his lips to yours hungrily. His fire engulfed you, spreading through you like an infectious disease, warmness swarming you from head to toe as he pulled you closer to him by the waist, leaving fiery fingerprints everywhere his hands touched you like hot coal.

He grunted into your kiss as he walked forward, backing you into the wall. The kiss was so unruly, so much more dizzying than any of the delicate ones you’d share in your bedroom - it was forceful, daring, scratchy, and when both of his rough arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he murmured: “Jump.” into your mouth, you knew you weren’t leaving that room without bruises. 

Despite being aware of that, though, you couldn’t help but test his dominance, at least a little bit. Being bratty was second nature; after all, you were the air to his fire. When you blew strong enough, you could calm it down, but when you blew however you pleased, you’d ignite it more intensely than any gasoline ever could. And you couldn’t take the fire out this time, so you might as well fuel it to the best of your abilities. 

“I don’t want to. And take off the uniform, you’re not gonna fuck me with those shoulder pads on.” 

He pulled away, staying close enough to your face so you could feel every riled exhale, enough so you could see his jaw clench and green eyes boring into yours so madly that you almost cowered under his gaze - however, you persisted. There was really no reason to answer like that, and both of you knew it, but you wanted to toy with him, have him earn your submission, no matter if he’s pissed out of his mind or not. In hindsight, that may have not been a good idea, and you realised that the longer he said nothing and stared at you in pure anger, but there’s no going back now, is there?

“I’ll fuck you however I want.” Clay muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’ll like it no matter what.”

With that, his arms were back around your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist when he pushed you to lean against the wall. His lips were glued back onto yours in no time, your hand automatically darting to bury itself in his hair and pull, his fingers on your hips so tight they’d surely leave red marks. His lips left yours and you almost whined but held back when they moved to your neck, barely wasting any time before biting down on it, earning a gasp from you that you foolishly hoped he didn’t hear despite knowing there’s no way he missed it. He sucked on it, hard, to the point that you knew there’s no way it could be any shade other than dark, dark purple in a couple days’ time. 

He set you down briefly, and you did your best to try and hide how impatient and upset you were getting, but he grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it up, tossing it to the side before getting rid of the shoulder pads as well, your eyes swerving over his sweaty, naked chest as he silently raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to do the same. You did nothing except lift your gaze back to Clay’s and stare at him with no emotion whatsoever.

“Take it off.” He commanded, gaze switching between your chest and eyes, waiting for you impatiently. You exhaled through your nose, just short of a chuckle.

“Do it yourself.” You shot back, seeing him cock his head to the side in an attempt to compose himself and flush down the anger, despite knowing it won’t work. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He scowled, hands immediately grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off, fingers quick on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra. 

“And yet you still wanna fuck me like a dog in heat.” You retorted when the clasp loosened and he pulled the fabric down your arms, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips while he rolled one of your nipples through his fingers.

“You think you’ll still be talking to me like this when you’re begging me to cum and I say no?” Clay whispers in your ear right before his mouth moves down to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and neither of you fail to notice the goosebumps that cover your whole body. You don’t even get to manage a word out, syllables falling back into your throat when you swallow upon feeling his hands sneak themselves under your skirt, gripping your thighs. 

“With how she’s talking, I’m sure my little brat isn’t wet right now. Right?” you feel your heart speed up when his hand moves a little further to the right and runs his fingers over your damp panties, brushing over your opening, fingers barely ghosting your clit. His pointer finger catches onto the fabric and pushes the underwear aside, leaving space for his middle finger to feel the juices that pour out of you, his touch feeling incredibly cold against your heat, feeling the tips of his fingers coat themselves in you before pulling away. His eyes meet yours paired with a smug smirk that you’ll never get to erase out of your memory.

“Oops.” he grins. “Seems like I was wrong.”

And then, when you least expect it, his fingers shove themselves in you, eliciting a muffled whimper, legs stumbling backwards to lean on the wall again when they start pumping in and out, lewd noises deafening you as you feel drops of wetness slipping down your thighs. He still persistently works his fingers inside your underwear, thumb sneaking inside too to rub at your clit, and that’s when he pushes a moan out of you, a sign of defeat - music to his ears. You can’t help it, can’t help any of it when it feels so good, when every time his wet finger brushes against your clit it sends a jolt through your whole body, your own hands twitching at the movement. 

Your whole body sets aflame, head blazing, sweat escaping through strands of your hair the longer he keeps going, fingers stuffed in you, thrusting in and out like it’s his last, pushing you towards your orgasm more and more. Sure enough, your stomach starts twisting and your abdomen coils, something inside you pushing you off the walls as you arch more and more and grind into his unrelenting fingers. 

“Cl-Clay… fuck, I’m-!” just as the words pass your lips, his fingers pull out, and the pleasure is entirely gone, ripped away from your hands as you stare up at him, feeling betrayed. Your hands instinctively move to your heat, as if of their own free will, but he grabs at your wrist before they make it to their destination.

“Don’t you dare. You come when I say so. I think I’ve made that very fucking clear, haven’t I?” Both of you know he’s stripped you of your brattiness when you say nothing, just swallow to mend your dry throat and quietly nod - you hate it, he loves it.

Clay pulls his shorts and underwear down his legs, and that’s when you realise you’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, so you hook your fingers around the waistband and pull your panties down, stepping out of them when you notice his cock, finally free and painfully throbbing as he strokes himself a few times. His eyes catch sight of the way you practically drool watching him, and he does nothing but scoff before your eyes meet.

“Get on the bench. All fours.” He commands and you comply, climbing onto one of them, arms and legs trembling where you place them.

“Watch your balance. I won’t be slow.” Clay says, guiding his cock into you, slowly pushing the tip inside as you hold your breath, waiting for him to just get on with it, already plenty stretched from the way his fingers fucked you open just seconds before.

“Won’t you now?” You murmur in irritation, words escaping you before you can even rationalise the fact that they won’t do you any good right now. “If you can’t play good, at least try to fuck me good.” 

He stopped in his tracks and you froze, only realising that you may have crossed the line after the words were already long out of your mouth, and you opened it to apologise, but didn’t even get to inhale properly when he suddenly buried himself in you to the hilt, almost tearing you apart when his hips collide with yours and you let out a pained yelp, his cock stretching you out ten times more than his fingers had.

You felt his whole hand wrap itself around your throat before he pulled you up by it, pressing his lips close to your ear so you could hear every last breath of his.

“You know I play as good as I fuck - and best believe, I’ll fuck that brat out of you.” Clay growled into your ear before pushing you back down, not even giving you time to grip the bench before pulling out and thrusting back in with a low groan, setting a fast pace from the start.

You bit down on your lip with more and more force with every thrust - he filled you to the hilt every time, and you were sure you were drawing blood by now, a slight metallic taste coating your tongue from how hard you were holding back your moans. You were absolutely not gonna let him fuck the brat out of you.

He kept pumping into you wildly, pace brutal and unforgiving, and it took everything in you to be as quiet as possible, but then you felt a cold finger carefully rub at your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, a loud moan getting pushed out of your throat.

“Fuck! Clay…” you whimpered, trying to stabilise yourself on your shaky arms but barely succeeding because the more he pumped inside of you, the more it felt like he was forcing every thought in your brain out, replacing it with only him and his name. The hand gripping your hips left them, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it whenever he thrusted back in, making you hiss out in a sick mix of pleasure and pain.

“F-Fuck, I…” your throat ran dry from how fast and ragged your breathing stayed - it felt like he was going faster and faster every second.

“This good enough for you, princess?” he exaggerated, mocking you, a little out of breath himself as he pushed farther and farther, thumb never leaving your clit. You swallowed, not able to give him a proper response besides dumbed down words and broken syllables. He angled himself a little different with the next thrust, which made him dive into a spot he hadn’t touched before, making you see stars as you let out a huge gasp, grabbing at his arm that pulled on your hair in a blind attempt to ground yourself.

“R-Right there… fuck, please don’t-don’t stop!” you cried out, a new wave of heat flooding your entire body as he kept hitting the same spot over and over again, making you blind, white imprinted behind your eyelids. Your brain, along with any rational thoughts turned off completely, leaving you with nothing but moans and gasps of his name and how scarily good his cock felt in you.

You felt your climax creeping up on you, slowly but surely, the heat from every part of your body accumulating in the pit of your stomach, feeling the knot ready to come undone any second now. You clenched around him painfully, unable to help the spasms, seconds away from orgasm to the point you could practically taste it. It seemed like Clay could taste it, too, because he slowed down, thrusting into you lazily, like he hadn’t fucked your brains out a moment ago.

“Say sorry.” he said, voice as stable and confident as ever, unwavering compared to your shaky, barely still there one. 

“Wh-what?” It took the words a second to make their way from your ears to your brain, hazy mind clouded with nothing but him, unable to process what he’s even saying when he’s buried so deep in you.

“I said, say sorry.” he bumped into your sweet spot once again, leaving you mewling and your eyes closing on their own.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” you stuttered, trying to piece your thoughts together while you could.

“Sorry for what?” he asked. “Sorry for the things you said, or sorry because you know I won’t let you come?” 

“I’m-I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t-… I promise I didn’t mean it… Please, let me come, baby…” you whimpered out, grabbing at his arm again, trying to gain the little bit of sympathy you hoped he still had left.

“You’ll have to beg a little harder for me to even think about it, princess.” he chuckled, like the whole thing was damn hilarious, working his fingers on your clit again as your breathing stammered and you fought your best to get some words out.

“God, baby, please, you-you know I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, so sorry…” you breathed out with another tired gulp. “You-...I-... please, baby, you can’t do this, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I can do whatever I fucking want to and I have some reason for it. What’s stopping me from using you like my own little fuckdoll right now and leaving you here with nothing except my own cum dripping out of you? What’s stopping me?” Clay snapped, pulling you by the hair again. You gulped again, feeling actually nervous this time.

“I… Please, baby, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said, please, can you just-” 

He interrupted you mid sentence with such a rough thrust that you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his fingers back on your clit, feeling like you’re getting lifted up to the skies themselves once again. He managed to find the same angle, hitting the spot that made you feel hell and heaven all at once, pleasure prickling at every part of your body as you loudly moaned, putting no effort into concealing it or keeping silent anymore.

You felt the knot in your stomach once again, quicker than ever, slowly unraveling itself and your cries turned into ramblings, begging him to let you come.

“Pl-please, can I please… Fuck! Please, can I- I’m so close, shit, baby, can I please-” you stuttered, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as you could almost touch your climax.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.” 

As soon as the words escaped his lips, you felt the knot finally untie itself and you let out a guttural moan, not caring who would hear or not - the pleasure was sickeningly sweet, almost making you ill, knocking you to your elbows as you couldn’t see, hear, feel nothing except the wave of pleasure washing over you repeatedly, beads of sweat running down your body.

The clenching of your heat against him while you climaxed drove Clay to the brink of insanity, coming himself before he could even realise it, filling you up to the brim with a few final thrusts. He stayed inside you for a few seconds while you were catching your breath, watching you uncontrollably spasm around him as you came down from the high, clenching around him every so often, all your senses overstimulated.

When your breathing evened out, he finally pulled out, grabbing the box of tissues from his locker as he slowly started to clean you up, wiping over your sensitive parts, holding you up lightly by the stomach so you wouldn’t fall whenever he touched one of the tender parts. You huffed out a large exhale.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clay. Remind me to never provoke you after a game again, what the fuck.” you said, voice still shaky, and you heard him cackle behind you.

“I’ll probably be mad for the rest of the day anyways, but whatever.”

“You played good, by the way. Really good. I just wanted to piss you off.” You admitted, watching him stand up and look at you with a knowing smile, before pressing a light peck against your lips. 

“Yeah, I figured.”

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sorry i haven’t been active, I’ve been working and barely have anytime for writing like I used to. but, i will find a way. here’s a part two for that professor jotaro smut. i also switched from first to third point of view in this one.

WARNINGS: blow jobs, oral, anal, cream pies, public sex, car sex, giving and receiving, teasing, professor x student, and some more shit.

Teach Me A Lesson ~ 4taro x Black Afab reader (pt. 2)

It was now a little bit after 4:30 pm and there you were, a few feet away from the universities foot ball field, where they were practicing; getting your throat fucked once again. While your mouth got fucked, his thick fingers swarmed in your dripping cunt.

You could tell he was going to cum the way he throbbed in your mouth, so you decided to suck him off harder. “Not yet. I want to do it inside” He pulled you off him, a POP sound echoing in the steamy car, while a string of spit parted from his dick and your lips.

Reclining his seat back, he pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles before tapping his lap, telling you to hop on. You willingly did so, not feeling an ounce of hesitation in you. You did your best to hover over him, since the car seat was in the way. Your panties was throw in the back seat, so you didn’t have to worry about pulling them to the side before you inserted him into you.

Lewd noises escaped both of your lips, while you tried to get adjusted to his size; his hands palmed your ass; squishing the fat together, demanding that you ride him. His tone, his demeanor almost made you orgasm just like that. Your mind was far from what happened a few hours prior. Starting slow, you bounced up and down slightly, loving the sensation even more as you went.

“Shit….you’re so big professor” You cursed, leaning your head against his shoulder, sucking on his shoulder while you fucked him. His groans were just as loud as the wet slapping noises your skin made as it came in contact with his balls and thighs. “I’m going to cum in this tight pussy baby. Fuck you’re so wet for me” He added pressure to her hips, forcing his cock deeper inside of her, before releasing his seed inside of her.

She tried to catch her breath, but he didn’t give her opportunity to as she pulled out, coating her ass with some of his cream, before pushing his tip to her other entrance. She tensed up, and looked at him with wide eyes, this would be her first time having anal sex. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle” His lips met her’s, while he slowly entered her rear. A soft cry escaped her lips once she felt him enter her.

When he finally pushed himself through, he began to buck his hips slightly, grinding against her. This new, unfamiliar sensation began to feel good to her. The thickness of his dick was stretching her out, and she could feel herself getting wetter. “Go…faster” She breathed out, and he chuckled. He had turned her out, and he was loving every second of it.

The car was a hot, steamy mess. The way it was shaking while the two of them fucked, should’ve caught the eyes of a bystander. Her moans drove him crazy, along with the feeling of her ass. “Dirty fucking bitch, taking dick up your ass while the football team is just a few feet away. How about i open the windows so they can hear your slutty mewls?” A harsh slap to her ass made her yelp, and clench a little around his shaft. Who knew anal sex would be so good?

His groans evaded her ears, she wanted to hear her professors dirty noises every second. “Please come in my ass baby, I want to feel it spurt out. Please Jotaro” Almost like it was on command, he nutted in her ass, with her cumming right after. She indeed passed his class after this.

But this all happened about three weeks ago, this would be their last time fucking each other, and boy Y/N hated it so much. Even though this all started because she had a bad grade along with an attitude, she still wanted to continue and sneak around with her professor.

Those lonely nights she spent alone, she never stopped thinking about the time in the classroom or in his car. Her fingers never did her any justice so she was stuck fantasizing about him.

Whenever she had his class, she would catch herself staring at his frame while he taught. And when he would come over to answer any questions she had, the conversations were short and minimal.

She hated it! She needed to do something about it. When their class was finally over, she made sure she was the last one there, and locked the door after the last student. She dropped her bags by the door and began walking towards his desk, where he sat grading some papers.

Y/N’s brown fingers slowly unbuttoned her button up dress, letting it fall to the floor once she stood in front of his desk, making him finally pay attention to her.

“What are you doing?” He questioned and she slowly, but sensually pulled down her underwear and tossing it onto his the paper he was grading.

He looked down onto the undergarment and could see the wetness, and he knew he had fucked up. He had completely turned her out, she was addicted to him. He knew he had to accept what he did, even if it would tired him out.

“Jeez, if giving you no dick for three weeks would have you wet like this, then maybe I should do that again” He tapped his desk, telling her to sit down, spreading her chocolate legs once she did. The wetness glistened with the light in his classroom, her pussy looked even more beautiful than it already was.

His mouth watered, he’s been trying to so hard to treat her like a regular student, but he was craving her more than he thought he was. Jotaro was hooked on her. “Please professor, haven’t you taught me enough? I won’t be late to your class again! Now please eat me out already!”

And from there, the two of them indulged in another lesson.

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My Heart Has Teeth

Priest AU | Vampire AU | Fated mates | Blood | Biting | Restraints | Smut | Fleabag Hot Priest has a lot to answer for | So does all the priest art in the fandom | and that one of Laura in Travis' arms with blood on her face | no summary priest x vampire that's the thing

Start with Part One

Part Two of Three

("Wraye, wasn't this story supposed to be two parts in total??" Look out behind you, a vampire! *runs away while you're distracted*)

Laura was flying. Her bare feet pounded on the dirt and tree branches scratched her flesh. She ran like the devil himself was chasing her. 

Every time she slowed down, she could hear the priest’s shout echoing in her mind—I said RUN—and she was forced to speed up again.

She wasn’t even sure why she was running. That priest bore her mark. It had been a shock when he’d raised his head to reveal the fangs in his mouth, but it was a relief to know she wasn’t mad.

There were strange, savage things in this world, as she’d suspected since she was sixteen. The priest was one of them, and the sight his fangs had lit a fire within her.

If your mate finds you, he’ll lose his mind from longing until he has possessed you, he had said. 

It was him. He was her mate. He bore the same mark as she did, so why had he commanded her to run?

Laura fought to throw off the echo of his command in her mind. Distracted, her foot caught on a root, and she went flying, sailing through the air, and then sprawling in the dirt. Her elbows and knees scraped on the gravel, and she started bleeding.

Laura swore under her breath. She slowly sat up, and carefully brushed dirt and sharp little stones from her cuts.

In the distance, something was crashing through the trees. The priest wasn’t even bothering to use the path.

A thrill shot through her as she felt him getting closer and closer. He knew right where she was. In a minute, less than a minute, he would be right on top of her.

Do I run?

Do I hide?

A crazier impulse, Do I go to him?

Her mark pulsed with heat, pain, and pleasure. The red flower was delighted the vampire was getting closer. Her common sense was telling her he was going to rip her throat out with his teeth and kill her.

Meanwhile, his voice in her head was telling to run. She knocked on the side of her skull with her fist. “You, shut up. I’m trying to think.”

He was close enough now that she saw him moving fast through the trees. She gathered her feet beneath her, coming to a decision that seemed to please her mark, her instincts, and him as well.

“Chase me,” she whispered.  

Laura scrambled to her feet and set off at a sprint. Fear, panic, and excitement surged through her. The priest’s footsteps pounded on the path as they both raced through the darkness.

He’d seen her.

He’d scented her blood in the air.

All restraint had flown out the window and the moment he caught her he was going to sink his fangs into her throat and show her what it meant to be a vampire.

Excitement burst through her.

There’s no point running, she realised with pleasure. He’s going to catch me.

There’s no point running, she realised with terror. He’s going to catch me.

He was close enough that she could hear him breathing. His footsteps were pounding louder and louder—

A heavy body thudded into hers. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, capturing her arms against her sides. A voice snarled in her ear, “Got you.”

And they both went crashing to the ground.

***

The girl was struggling in his arms, panting, burning hot, her heart pumping loud enough to drown out every other sound.

Any second she’d scream or burst into tears. His fangs ached and the only thing stopping him from biting her was the fact that he had his jaw locked tight.

What now?

What fucking now?

Devil’s balls, he couldn’t hold back much longer. With an effort that felt like it would snap his bones, Travis loosened his grip on her. If she kept running until the sun rose…

But she wasn’t running. The girl was face down in the dirt, and as soon as she could move, she turned in his arms and looked up at him.

Definitely not crying.

Not about to scream, either.

She smelled like blood and sex and the forest. All his favourite things.

Her pale throat gleamed in the moonlight. With her bare legs wrapped around one of his thighs, her mark was pressing against him through his clothes.

“Stop that,” he growled.

“Stop what?” she asked breathlessly, and then gave him a needy little squeeze.

Travis’ fangs were inches from her throat. The girl lifted an unsteady hand to his open shirt and began to hunt for his mark.

“Don’t touch me,” he snarled, and though she fought the command, she pulled back from him and scooted away. Then she just sat there, staring at him and panting, her tousled hair falling around her face.

Travis stared at her in the moonlight. Devil’s blood, she was beautiful. What had he done to deserve such a mate?

He shoved both his hands through his hair. “You are a torment, girl. Why did you stop running?”

“Because you grabbed me.”

“You didn’t run fast enough,” he accused.

"This is my fault? I haven’t got any shoes. I don’t know where I’m going in the dark. You’re bigger than I am. You’re a goddamn vampire. I'm so sorry I didn’t play your game the way you wanted me to.”

With anger sparking in her eyes she looked even sexier than she had a moment ago.

“This—” He broke off with a groan because his muscles were suddenly cramping all over his body. His legs. His stomach. His jaw. “This isn’t a game. I’m not playing.”

This was her life.

She wasn’t taking this seriously enough, though he could hardly blame her when she didn’t understand what was happening. She’d walked into a church without realizing why, and the mark was telling her that finding him was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Meanwhile, her mate was behaving like an asshole and a lunatic.

And he had about three seconds before he lost all control and bit her.

“In my pocket,” he panted, gesturing at his pants pocket. “Quickly.”

The girl stared in astonishment as he writhed on the ground in pain. What the hell was happening to him? This was a hundred times worse than blood hunger.

“I don’t understand. What do you want now?”

He was about to turn inside out from pain, and she was annoyed with him. “Pocket,” he gasped. “Get them out. Put them on me.”

“Get what out?”

Travis groaned as he was wracked with another bout of fierce cramping. He needed blood. He needed her blood, and his mark was going to torture him until he gave in and bit her.

He sucked in a harsh breath, and then summoned up enough energy to command, “Do it, child.”

It wasn’t fair, and he hated doing it her, but the power in his voice forced her to act. If she was turned, it wouldn’t work, but mortals found it impossible to resist.

The girl knelt by his side, pulled aside his robes, and felt inside his pocket. A moment later she drew out a pair of handcuffs and dangled them before her eyes.

“Are these made of silver?”

“Put them on me, quickly. I can’t do it myself.” Travis held his wrists out to her. The blood in his veins wouldn’t allow him to bind himself with silver, but another could do it for him.

She hesitated, and he realized he would have to use the voice yet again. “I said put them on me.”

A slight frowned appeared between her brows and even though she didn’t want to, she did as she was told.

As soon as the cuffs snapped into place, Travis groaned in relief and collapsed back against the dead leaves on the ground. His fangs receded and the cramps dissipated.

With his eyes closed he took a few deep breaths. It would be all right now.

“I’m sorry for using the voice,” he muttered.

“The voice?”

“Mortals find it difficult to resist when a vampire tells them what to do.” He hesitated a moment, and then added darkly, “Though I find you remarkably difficult to command. Do you have a strong mind, or are you just stubborn?”

The girl hesitated. “So that’s what that was. Your voice sounded strange when you told me to run. It took me ages to get rid of the echo.”

She shouldn’t have been able to get rid of the echo. Feeling like a man who’d just been beaten from the inside out with a baseball bat, Travis lay on his back with his wrists cuffed in front of him and his eyes closed.

“What are you going to order me to do now?” the girl asked.  

“Nothing.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t do anything to you while I’m bound with silver. I’ll show you. Run,” he commanded, and she didn’t move. “You didn’t feel anything, did you?”

“Does the silver make you weak?”

“I can’t bite you while wearing these, and I can’t command you. I can’t heal, either. If you wish to drive silver into my heart, now is the time to do it.”

He felt the girl moved closer to him, but he sensed interest, not murder. Travis would have been more reassured if he felt intent to kill. A moment later, her fingers brushed his open shirt and his eyes popped open.

She was trying to touch his mark.

Travis barred her way with his bound wrists. “What are you doing?

“I want to see your mark. I barely glimpsed it in the church.”

He glared at her. “Leave my mark alone. You have to go. Get out of these woods.”

She clenched her fist and dropped her hand, scowling at him. “I’m not going anywhere. You know what I am. You can tell me what this mark means.”

Travis sighed and sat up slowly, shifting until his back was against a tree. “What you are? You an ordinary, annoying human. A bag of blood to someone like me.” He jerked his head in the direction of the path. “Now, go away. Get out of my sight.”

The girl smiled sarcastically at him. “Nice try. You already told me I’m a vampire’s mate, dummy.”

Oh, yeah. That was stupid of him.

“I’m your mate, aren’t I?” she whispered.

Don’t look at her.

Don’t look at her.

Don’t even think about her.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“It doesn’t matter what my name is.”

“Do you want to know mine?”

“No.”

She pressed her lips together in frustration. “You’re not very friendly.”

He rested his forearms on his knees and glared straight ahead.

The girl shifted nearer until she was close enough that he could make out the individual shards of sapphire and blue grey in her eyes and her thigh was pressed against his hip.

He pulled back, suddenly wary, as if she was the monster and not him. “What do you want?”

The girl looked deep into his eyes. “I’m Laura.”

A pang went through his heart.

Laura.

What a beautiful name. He could imagine whispering her name. Moaning it. Fisting her hair and growling it fiercely in her ear as he—

Travis mentally swerved away from that delicious image.

“What will it take to make you leave these woods and never come back?” he asked through clenched teeth.

The girl—Laura—ran her tongue thoughtfully over her top lip and Travis’ mind ground to a halt as he stared at her. He was suddenly furiously jealous of her tongue, that it could do that to her mouth when he couldn’t.

“I have some questions. Maybe you could answer them?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. Knowledge was dangerous.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” he ground out, clinging to his anger because the alternative was laying down at her feet and begging her to let him worship her. “Hurry up and ask your questions.”

Laura reached out to touch his chest again and he barred her way once more.

“What do you think you’re doing? Ask with words, not your fingers.”

Annoyance flickered in her eyes. She dropped her hand to her own mark and stroked her fingers over it.

Pleasure burst through Travis. He moaned involuntarily and his head tipped back.

“You can feel that,” Laura exclaimed. “I thought you could. All these years when I touched that mark, I was aware of someone else there. It was even stronger when I…touched other places. Could you feel that, too?”

Say no.

Lie.

But she saw the truth in his expression.

“Oh.” A faint blush crept over her cheeks, along with a smile. “You could feel that?”

This girl making herself come, one hand on her mark and the other on her clit? Practically begging for him?

Every time.  

“Not on purpose,” Travis replied, and then glanced warily at her. “Are you angry with me?”

It mattered to him that she didn’t feel violated by the mark. By him.

“Could you help it?” she asked.

He pressed his lips together and shook his head.

“I didn’t think you could.” She stroked the red flower softly, her eyes filled with sadness. “You’re going to think I’m pathetic but sensing you there has been the only thing keeping me going all these years. It’s been…lonely.”

Travis wished the earth would open and swallow him up. So she had suffered all this time, because he’d stayed away.

Devil’s breath, that made him want to rip the fangs from his mouth and bleed out. He’d hurt this innocent girl, even though he’d been trying to protect her.

This mark was a curse.

“Have you been lonely, too?” she asked.

You are the moon, and I am the oceans being dragged this way and that in restless torment. “I’ve been busy.”

She looked so crestfallen by his lie that he instantly regretted it. This poor human hadn’t asked for this fate anymore than he had. Why was he being so cruel to her?

“I have been known to talk to this flower. To you,” he muttered.

Laura met his eyes. “Really? What did you say?”

“Stop touching yourself, girl. I’m trying to give a sermon.”

Laura stared at him, and then she burst out laughing. “Was I that distracting?”

His mouth quirked in amusement. “Distracting? You had me on my hands and knees gasping for air. My congregation thinks I have a weak heart.”

The moment he said heart, her gaze dropped to the red flower on his chest. He knew she couldn’t help but stare at it, so he started buttoning his shirt.

“Your heart is not weak,” she whispered fiercely. “I can feel it. If you won’t let me touch yours, will you touch mine?”

Travis’ fingers stopped moving. Oh, fuck. Touch her mark? She’d moan as soon as his fingers brushed her flesh, and then his fangs would explode in his mouth, and he’d plunge them right into her throat.

He glanced at the cuffs on his wrist. But he was wearing silver. It was safe, wasn’t it, while he was wearing silver?

This girl was far too tempting, and she didn’t seem to understand the danger she was in. He might beg her to take the cuffs off him.

He dropped his head nearly to his knees, a man defeated. “No. Just go. I don’t understand why you’re still here.” 

“How can I leave you?” Laura moved closer and brushed her fingers through his dark hair, trailing over his temple and down behind his ear. She tugged lightly on his earlobe and drew her forefinger along the line of his jaw. “I only just found you.”

Travis did his best not to lean into his touch, but failed. “You shouldn’t have been able to.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re human.”

“But I’m your mate. Of course I found you.”

“You don’t have to be. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. If you’d just leave this place, I won’t come after you, I swear it.”

“You don’t want me?”

“No,” he replied savagely.

“But didn’t you choose me?”

“No, and I wouldn’t choose you if I could,” Commanding her hadn’t worked. Trying to reason with her wasn’t working either. Maybe hurting her would.

Laura narrowed her eyes. “That’s a lie. Priests shouldn’t tell lies.”

“I’m not a real priest. I’m a monster.” Awkwardly, because his wrists were chained together, he rubbed his face.

“I don’t think you’re a monster.” She laid her hand on his wrist, but he jerked them away from her.

"Don't."

“Why not?”

“The silver hurts,” he lied. The silver didn’t feel like anything. It was her touch that was driving him crazy.

Laura gave a cry of dismay and reached for the cuffs. “It does? I can’t bear it if it hurts you. Let me take them off you.”

She was his mate and the idea of him in pain was unbearable to her. “Stop that. They don’t feel like anything, I promise. Look, there are no burns. No marks.”

He held out his wrists to show her, and he should have known better than inviting her to touch him.

Her cool fingers slipped over his skin. This beautiful girl gazed down at his hands, her lips parted, and then her eyes ran all over his body. Suddenly they were sitting close.

Far too close, and he was hypnotised by the sight of her. 

“Father, I don’t think I can leave you,” she whispered, and her face was lit by the gentle silver light of the moon. 

The girl was drifting closer and closer. Travis realised with a burst of shock and desire that she was about to kiss him. This reckless human wanted to get nearer to his teeth.

“I haven’t got the strength in me to get up and walk away. And I just don’t want to."

Her breath fanned his lips, and he hungrily drew it into his mouth and deep inside him.

Just one kiss. Capture her face in his bound hands and seal his lips over hers. Let his tongue slide against hers, and then deeper into her mouth. 

What could be the harm?

"Say you want me too," she whispered. 

***

C'mon Travis, can't you see your girl is DTF (down to fang?)

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

can u do a marauders smut with dom remus and sirius and sub reader and james

For their pleasure

This is my area of ​​expertise. I could write a thesis about this request and graduate with honors. Period. Catch me making a pt. 2😈

Part two

Warning: 18+

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„Pup“, Remus got your attention „be a good little girl and get on your knees for James.“

James grinned at you, poking his tongue out when Sirius and Remus turned their backs on him.

„But Daddy“, you pouted „James just poked his tongue out! He doesn‘t deserve to cum!“

Sirius raised his brow, glancing back at James just in time to see him flip you off. You grinned when you saw James‘ terrified look and turned your attention back to Remus.

„See, he‘s being a bad boy!“

Remus gave you a strict look. „And what makes you think that you get to decide who‘s good and who‘s bad?“

Your eyes widened and you put on your best innocent puppy dog eyes. „I‘m sorry Daddy, won‘t do it again.“

James snorted and Sirius shot him another dark look. He was the definition of a spoiled brat and you the goody-two-shoes, but James had a habit of making you act up and drag you into punishments with him.

„C‘mon love, don‘t you wanna be good for them?“, James taunted and Remus suddenly stood up and grabbed James‘ face hard.

„Listen James“, Remus groweld out and you saw James panic slightly „if you don‘t shut your mouth this instant I won‘t let you cum for a week straight. Is that understood?“

James blinked and nodded vigorously. „Yes Moony, understood! I‘ll be good.“

„Go on puppy, on your knees“, Sirius said as he took a seat on his bed, beckoning Remus to join him. „Give us a good show.“

You got up, the only article of clothes you wore was a skimpy lace thong and you knelt on the floor infront of James, hands flat on your thighs. This way your doms could clearly see your side profiles.

„Pup“, Remus chimed in and you focused your eyes on his „since James thinks he can act up, you decide if he gets to cum.“ Sirius let out a laugh, leaning back to enjoy the show.

You grinned and shot James a menacing look. „Thank you Daddy!“

James was already looking at you pleadingly, knowing he had fucked up. You gave him an innocent smile, taking him out of his boxers and drooled on the tip. Swiping your thumb over the hot skin there you pumped him slowly, mouth sucking on the throbbing vein on the underside.

„Take him in your mouth and suck“ Sirius commanded.

You opened your mouth wide and slowly took him in, sucking on your way down. James whined, hands gripping the bedsheets and tried to keep his hips from fucking your mouth. You kept taking him until your nose hit his pubic bone and you let him breathe for a second before you sucked hard, hands playing with his heavy balls. James let out a cry, head thrown back and started to beg.

„Already begging Prongs?“ Sirius taunted. „Can‘t even hold on for a few minutes more? Poor baby...“

James let out a high pitched whine, trying his luck with Sirius. „Please Sirius let me cum!“

Sirius clicked his tongue and gave James a disapproving look. „S‘not me you should be begging.“

James turned to you again and you looked at him as you sucked his cock eagerly. Taking him out of your mouth you smiled at him teasingly. „What is it Jamie, cat got your tongue?“

James gritted his teeth and crossed his arms on his chest, too proud to beg you.

„I‘m not begging you!“

You shrugged, suckling at the tip softly. „If you cum without permission Daddys gonna punish you.“ You heard Remus laugh at that.

„Listen to the girl James, you don‘t wanna risk that...”

James‘ composure wavered when you started to deep throat him again, sucking and licking as messily as you could. His knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets to hard and when your teeth softly grazed over the tip, James gave in.

„Please“, he gasped „please let me cum!“

You shook your head, going faster and sucked harder. Taking him out you jerked him off with both hands, your mouth busy licking his balls and you felt them twitch. Oh, he‘s very close.

„I‘m sorry I was disrespectful“, James forced out, eyes blazing with anger. He wasn‘t sorry at all and if he had an opportunity to punish you, he would.

You smirked. „Apologize to my Daddy and I‘ll let you cum.“

James bit his lip for a moment to think, but one twist of your wrist was enough to encourage him.

„I‘m sorry Remus! Please, let me cum love please!“

You glanced at your doms who were watching you closely, stroking each other through their clothes. Sirius glanced at you and gave you a nod.

You smiled at James and told him to cum, before you took him all the was down your throat and swallowed hard. James cried out when he came unexpectedly and anchored himself in your hair. You sucked him through his climax, pulled off carefully to not spill the little amount of cum in your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show your doms.

Remus groaned, beckoning you towards them. You crawled, tits bouncing with every move and he leaned down to kiss you. Remus‘ tongue played with yours and you moaned when he sucked your lips clean of James‘ cum.

Pulling back he gave you a proud smile and you preened under the attention. „Good girl, always so perfect.“

Sirius pulled you on his lap, kissing you as well. „Let me make my good puppy cum, hm?“ he cooed, making you blush as you gave him a shy smile. Sirius’ smile softened and his hands dragged down your tits, grazing your nipples. A harsh pinch of his teeth on your nipple made you squeak and you gave him a confused look.

„What do we say when someone gives us cummies baby?“

You immediately corrected yourself. „Thank you sir, I‘m sorry.“

You had a devilish idea. „James didn‘t say thank you to us...“ your voice trailed off and you pouted, looking up at Remus through thick lashes.

„You traitor!“ James yelled and Remus instantly got up, marching towards James. Sirius gave you a mischievous grin. „Wanna watch Daddy put James in his place?“

You nodded, smirking as well and Sirius turned you in his lap, settling your back on his chest. Angry Remus equals crying James. And you loved it.

„You fucking brat“, Remus sneered, grabbing James hair to flip him on the bed so he‘s bending over the edge. James heard the metal clang of Remus‘ belt and tried to beg for forgiveness.

„I‘m-“

„Quiet!“ Remus yelled and grabbed his hair to bend him backwards painfully. „You will shut the fuck up and take this like a good boy or I‘ll fuck you bloody James.“

The three of you were no strangers to Remus bloodkink, especially James who adores bite marks on his skin. But fucking Remus cock without preparation? That‘s hurt and you winced at the thought. So he nodded, eyes casted down submissively.

Remus slammed his head down on the matress and started to spank James hard with his belt. Remus was relentless, not giving the boy time to breathe and after ten spanks James was biting his fist to keep himself still. James skin was battered and bruised, blood surfacing on the flesh as if someone had sucked on it. His muscles were tense and felxing with the effort of keeping in pained whimpers.

Sirius was watching intently, hands slipping down your body to play with your cunt and you moaned when he rubbed your clit, fingers pushing in to fuck you.

„So wet already? You like seening James in pain?“

You nodded and added „I like seeing Daddy angry.“

Sirius laughed quietly, curling his fingers and you moaned louder, struggling to watch. Remus grabbed James to throw him on the bed and the younger boy hissed when his sore skin made contact with the sheets. Remus took out a cockring, fastening it around James and tied him to the bedpost by his collar.

„You only get to watch. I still have to decide wether I let you cum today.“ Remus tone was final and he marched over, taking you from Sirius arms to place you between James open legs. You leaned back, spreading your legs on either side of his and grinned up at the silent boy. Surprisingly he only glared, obviously valuing his chance of cumming more than antagonizing you.

Remus focused on you, still buzzing with the anger of James‘ blatant disrespect. Sirius noticed and got up as well, kissing Remus deeply to calm the aggravated dom and wrapped his hand around Remus‘ cock.

„Mm Pads“, Remus groaned, bucking his hips.

„Make her cum, she deserved it Moony.“

Remus smiled at you, cooing when you flushed under the praises. „Aw, baby why so shy? M‘gonna make you cum so good, you don‘t even have to ask for permission.“

You gave them a happy beam, giggling when they cooed at you. „Thank you Daddy! Thank you Sir!“

James snorted angrily, but you paid him no mind. Serves him right to get punished.

Remus leaned down to kiss you and you pulled him closer, feeling James‘ cock beneath your back twitch. The poor boy was getting so much friction, but no release. Remus‘ punishments were not to take lightly.

Sirius chuckled when he noticed James‘ groans of dispair and made his way over to kneel beside the boy on the bed. Stroking his cheek softly he gave the boy a mocking pout. „Want something in your mouth to shut you up? My cock maybe?“

“Yes please! Wanna taste you, please Sirius?”

Sirius smeared his lips over the boys own and let out a soft chuckle. “Will you be a good boy after?”

James let out a broken moan when your back rocked against his cock as Remus fucked you hard. “Yes! Yes I promise m’gonna be good! God, p-please!”

His begs mixed with yours, both of you wanting to please your doms. Sirius took his clothes off and straddled James’ chest, rubbing his cock over his mouth. James waited patiently, knowing that Sirius would tell him what to do. 

You were screaming with the amount of force Remus was fucking you with, trying to hold onto James’ legs so you wouldn’t slip away. Not that Remus would let that happen, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh. He was fucking all his rage into you and the way his cock was hitting your sweet spot made you see stars. 

“Daaddyy” you wailed “right there ah please!”

Remus adjusted his position, throwing your legs over his shoulders and went deeper, now fucking your spot in quick, short thrusts. You were pressed against James now, the boys whines muffled with the cock in his mouth, only choking sounds escaping his throat.

Sirius groaned at the way James‘ mouth was wrapped around him, pink lips pulled taunt and glistening with his spit and precum.

„You like me fucking your face James?“

He tried to respond but Sirius only fucked his mouth deeper, giving him an evil smile.

„What was that baby? Speak up!“

James cried out when Sirius hands squeezed his balls tight, not once letting him come up for air.

„Pads“, Remus growled out „make space wanna cum on his pretty face fuck-“

Sirius leaned to the side as Remus pulled out and went over to stroke himself directly infront of James‘ face. The boy was delirious with pleasure, reduced to a whimpering and moaning mess. His eyes were glassy as he sucked Sirius and begged Remus with his eyes to cum in his mouth. Sirius took himself out as well, stroking his cock fast.

„In my mouth please“, James cried out „please please want your cum please!“

Remus lost his control, cumming in thick hot spurts right on James‘ tongue and Sirius joined him, moaning loudly at the sight of James‘ mouth covered in their cum.

He had learned his lesson and immediately thanked the boys who were feeding him the rest of their seed with their fingers.

„Horny cockslut, you like drinking our cum babyboy?“

James whined, nodding and sucked on Remus fingers.

„What a pretty baby, huh? Learned your lesson?“ Sirius cooed, lips pressing kisses along his sweaty brow.

„Yes yes I‘m a good boy. I‘m gonna be good, I‘m sorry!“

You were jealous of all the praiseJames was getting. Remus had completely disregarded your orgasm after promising to make you cum and now he was doing as James had begged them. What the hell?

You kept watching them and angrily pinched James sore thigh. He hissed, kicking your shin with his foot. 

“Oi” Remus said “Stop it now!”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “He didn’t deserve your cum Daddy. I did!” 

Sirius grabbed your jaw and you stared at him petulantly. “Watch your mouth.”

You kept glaring. “Why are you always letting him off so easy! Your’re wrapped around his-” you stopped to glare at James shocked expression “ugly-” and turned back to sirius “fingers!”

“Pup” Remus warned “don’t.” 

Even James was shaking his head. It is true that they kept you on a tighter leash than James, purely because someone had to be the good one. And you were sick of it. God, this is exactly what you meant by James dragging you down with him every damn time.

You kept glaring into Sirius’ eyes defiantely. “What are you gonna do Sir, cum in my mouth?”

James took a sharp breath as Sirius slapped you hard, your head whipping to the side. Grabbing your hair he took James’ leash and put it around your collar, fastening you to the bedpost. 

“You want our cum? Fine. Daddy and I are gonna fuck your cunt raw until you‘re begging for us to stop. Is that what you want?“

You swallowed hard, it‘s too late to back down now.

„Can you even get it up?“

Oh shit.

Your eyes widened comically and James slapped his hand over his mouth in shock. Remus gaped at you, a disbelieving expression on his face.

But Sirius. It took him a second to realize that you actually said that and his jaw pressed together, eyes blazing with fury.

He turned to Remus, the latter rolling his shoulders back and cracking his neck.

„She wants to be a slut I see“ Remus said under his breath.

James gave you a warning look, mouthing an ‚Fucking apologize!‘ and you wanted to, but Sirius put a ball gag into your mouth.

Sirius still wasn‘t talking and that was never a good sign. He spread your legs, telling James to hold them against your chest. Without warning he pushed in, pounding you so hard that it hurt when he hit your cervix several times. He spit on his hand and rubbed his fingers on your clit, making you tremble and cry out with the amount of pleasure. Not able to hold back you came hard, screaming with the gag inside of your mouth, your legs cramping.

Sirius didn‘t care and kept on fucking you, thrusting harder. His hand was still on your clit, pinching when you tried to wiggle away.

„Pwease“ your word came out muffled „too muh“

Sirius pulled out and you nearly sobbed with relief until Remus took his place, fucking you deep.

You screamed, hands digging into James‘ arm who had the nerve to look amused. Your doms changed every with minutes, taking turns in fucking your pussy. You were begging, crying for them to stop, but they wouldn‘t listen.

„Gonna cum fuck-“ Sirius groaned as he came, his hot cum pushing you over the edge again as you cried out in pain. Remus pushed inside seconds after him, cumming as well. Pulling out their cum dripped out of your sopping cunt onto the matress below.

„There you go“ Sirius gave you a fake smile „Now you have our cum as well. Might wanna keep it insde hm?“

With that Remus pushed the plug in and you whined in discomfort, not liking the squelching sounds. You felt filthy.

„I hope you know that your little stunt cost you the privilege of cumming for an entire week. Yes you too James, since you started all of this.“

Sirius and Remus got up and put on their clothes, leaving the both of you dumbfounded on the bed. They slammed the door shut and you sat there in momentary silence.

„You fucking bitch“ James yelled „now I won‘t get to cum because of you!“

„Me?!“ you yelled back „You fucking started it you slut!“

„But they forgave me! Then you decided to fuck it all up again by being a selfish whore!“

„Fuck you James! Now you know what it feels like to be dragged into punishments!“

James groaned, untying you.

„How will we survive this?“ he asked, looking at the cock ring.

Now you felt bad.

„Fuck I‘m sorry. I‘ll make it up to them I swear. They can‘t resist us!“

James gave you a flat look. „Moony can“

You gave him a hopeful look. „But Sirius can‘t“

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To be continued i‘m so exited for pt 2 omg

[rinhoes]

for the love | ken ryuguji

— ken ryuguji/draken x black!reader

warnings: smut, slight angst at the beginning, one instance of impact play (draken is an ass man), unprotected sex (wrap it up pls).

word count: 881

“I promise you—I’m not lying.

They were arguing again, the third time this week. “Ken, be honest with me. Completely honest. Do you still love her?” Her question should be simple but manifested feelings Draken thought he buried years ago. It’s been ten years, he and Y/N had been together for three. His silence almost crushed her.

“It’s not like that. And it’s complicated. Everything back then was complicated, but I do love you,” He proclaimed before taking a step to her, trapping her between his hard body and the exposed brick wall. “Do I have to show you?” His voice was deep and commanding, and he knew she couldn’t deny him—not the way her body yearned for him. He gently cupped her face, he chuckled once he felt the heat rise on her cheek. “Am I getting to you baby? Don’t be shy, look it at me.”

Before Y/N knew it was she ‘gently’ thrown over Draken’s shoulder, the sight of the kitchen slowly disappeared until she found herself looking up at Draken from their shared bed. Not missing a beat, his hand traveled under the large t-shirt she was wearing. “I hate when you argue with me—in just a thong at that.” Not even bothering to take it off, Draken slid the hot pink satin material to the side. Sliding his middle finger along her puffy lips Draken groaned in response. “K-ken wait—hmmm f-fuck!” Her pleas were cut by Draken’s slender finger sliding into her wet cunt.

Hooking his arms under her thighs he slid Y/N to the edge of the bed. Two long fingers slid into her wet pussy as her soft mewls filled the room. Rolling her hips against his face, Draken pressed his mouth further into her pussy, “Oh f-fuck, Ken please.” Y/N almost scream as her thighs clenched around him, her juices mixed with his saliva dripped into the sheets below. This was his favorite part, eating her out in such a filthy and sloppy manner. He groaned against her clit, this was pleasure for him—seeing her buckle and shake all because of his tongue.

Her moans grew louder as Draken sucked on her clit like a starved him, his finger dragging against her tight walls. “Please, oh! Draken please make me come.” The way she pleaded with him sent a pit into his stomach. Grinding his hard dick into the mattress, Draken’s tongue was relentless, it wasn’t long until she felt that familiar feeling in her stomach and the shake in her legs. Her hand quickly found its way onto the back of his head pushing his head deeper into her pussy.

Her back arched off the mattress as she reached her first orgasm of the night, the mixture of his saliva and her juices leaked further into the bed as he continued to slide his tongue along her slit.

Her soft pants filled Draken’s ear as he readjusted. Sliding his hard dick out of his boxers, he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Turn over.”

Still dazed Y/N hadn’t noticed how impatient he’d grown until he rolled her over on her stomach and lifting her plush brown ass into the air. “You’re on the pill right?” She nodded desperately as she slowly backed her ass onto his red tip. “Be patient, baby.” He chuckled before gifting her with a hard slap on her ass.

Y/N bit down on her bottom lip as Draken pushed her hot face into the fluffy throw blanket. “Come on, baby let daddy in.” He cooed slowly sliding his thick cock into her.

The way he stretched her tight little cunt made her go wild, “Fuck me D-Draken, please. I want you so bad.” That was all the confirmation he needed before completely burying himself into her. His heavy balls gently tapping her clit as he did.

Soon his hips were crashing into her causing her to scream into the memory foam. The anger from their argument was quickly washed away as Draken pounded her pussy relentlessly. Her pussy fluttered around him as his balls slapped against her clit repeatedly. Along with Draken continuously hitting her spot—Y/N was a mess. "Look at you clutching around me like that—you love my cock, don't you?" She barely answering him—hoping a simple nod would satisfy him.

Y/N felt that growing pressure in her stomach again—she was close and wasn't hiding it. Her moans echoed through the room, she prayed their neighbors wouldn't be pissed. Draken's rhythm was pushing her to the edge with each stroke. "K-ken yes! please. Let me cum—I-I'm so close, please." Bringing his hand around, Draken rubbed gentle circles into her swollen clit. A scream was the only thing Y/N could utter before she came hard on his dick.

His fingers gripped her waist tighter as he quicken his pace. The sound of Draken's deep moans made her pussy wetter and tighter. His movements grew sloppier, he's close. "F-fuck, your pussy is so—" A deep and aggressive groan cut Draken's dirty words. Draken pushed Y/N deeper into the bed, soon she felt his hot cum filling her pussy.

His dark black hair tickled the back of her neck as he laid on top of her.

"Need more convincing?"

lol this was long. I hope y'all liked it. I'm gonna go recover now.

[wicked-rwby-wreckers]

So Yang, when you and your little brother are alone in the dorm, how long does it take for you to grab a nice handful of that fat boi booty~? A simple question, sure, but I'm more curious how many times your girlfriend has walked in on you on top of Ruby under the blankets while you're both sweating and panting~

I mean, we all know brothers like to roughhouse and wrestle right~?

“Alright you guys, Weiss and I should only be a couple hours for our weekly drink, so you two have fun.” Blake smiled and gave a small wave to the siblings before shutting the door to the room. The two brothers waved her off.

SMACK “Yaaang,” Ruby squealed at the impact of his brother's hand on his ass. Yang’s hard hand sinking into the fat meat of Ruby’s ass. “Can’t you wait at least 5 seconds for Blake to leave!” “Mmm, no can do little bro,” Yang grabbed Ruby by both of his cheeks and pulled him into his chest. His hands, squeezing and pulling at his squishy booty, forcing moans out the boi. “You know I can’t resist this massive, fucking ass when I’m alone with it. Besides, I know you love it.”

Yang suddenly forced his tongue down Ruby’s throat, the boi eagerly sucking down his big brother’s tongue. Ruby moaned and whimpered at their sloppy make out, saliva dripping down their mouths. Yang lifted the boi up by both his cheeks and carried him over to Blake’s bed. Yang tossed him, and Ruby hit the bed face first with a soft thud. He gasped as Yang followed beside him pressing Ruby’s head into the mattress in, his other hand grasped and massaged one of Ruby’s thicc cheeks.

“You wouldn’t be wearing these tight yoga pants if you weren’t looking to be fucked tonight,” Yang growled with a harsh spank to his brother’s ass. He pulled Ruby back up by the hair, the boi panting, his face red from embarrassment at what Yang said. Ruby braced himself with his arms looking needy back at Yang. He began shaking his ass, bouncing his fat boi booty for his big brother in the hopes of getting a good hard fuck. Yang wasn’t wrong. Ruby needed his brother’s fat dick in his ass.

Yang positioned himself behind the cute redhead, both hands pressing into the fabric of the boi’s clothes,, before tearing into it with ease. The cloth rippled wide exposing all of Ruby’s pale flesh. Yang pressed his middle finger into Ruby’s ring asshole eliciting a moan from the boi. He sank his finger as deep as he could get, his brother’s ass bouncing and surrounding his entire hand. It’s grip is so tight on him that he has to yank his hand free. Ruby was a little sad. Yang fished out his hard erection and slapped it between Ruby’s creamy smooth globes. Ruby got excited at the impact of Yang’s dick hitting his ass. He fell forward with his face back on the mattress as he reached back with both hands to wedge the fat fuckstick further between his cheeks. His ass wrapped around his big brother's cock smothering it. His little boi penis dripping onto the bed as he twerked his fat globes of flesh for Yang.

“Mmm, see a little slut like you just can’t resist this cock huh,” Yang smirked. He settled one hand on Ruby’s head holding him down, as he pressed his dick into the winking bud in front of him. Ruby’s hands tensed in the fabric at feeling Yang’s thick head push inside him. He began to squeal, muffled by the bed, as Yang slowly, painfully slipped inside him. No matter how many times or how long Yang hollowed out Ruby’s tight boipussy, it always managed to keep its tightness.  Yang hissed as dick was enveloped by the hot little hole and fought to get each inch inside. He held on tightly until he worked every single inch of his fat meat inside of him. His body let out a groan when he finally did. Yang ground his hips into Ruby, savoring the feeling of his dick wrapped wrapped up in the warm flesh. “See this is what I need! A nice piece of ass I can have served at my beck and call to sink this dick into,” Yang snarled before starting to thrust into the boi. Ruby squeaked as Yang kept him pinned down with both his hand and brutal thrusts. Yang’s other hand holding on to his wide hips trying to hold on as he gave it to his sissy brother. It proved to not be enough for him as he released his grip on Ruby’s head, and grabbed both sides with his hands. Yang pulled himself into Ruby harder with a loud smack of their hips together. Blake’s bed creaking from the hard  impact of their bodies together. Yang’s leg came up, pressing Ruby’s head further into Blake’s mattress. Ruby drooled into the bed at the new found pressure and angle as Yang’s beastial fucking laid waste to him. His balls slapping against Ruby’s pathetic sack, forcing more of his feminine spurt out of him. “Damn, you’re such a whore Ruby. I haven’t even fucked Blake in this bed yet, and you're here taking every inch,” Yang ground his foot a little in Ruby’s head as he spoke. Ruby both loved and hated every time Yang brought up Blake. On one hand he just wanted Yang to fuck him, on the other, god did it turn him on to be put degraded by his brother. He blamed the years of anal training before coming to Beacon. Yang’s cock dug deep, causing Ruby to see stars from the pain and the pleasure of being reamed out. He could do very little from his position. Yang had almost complete control over his entire body. It took everything Ruby had to throw his ass back into his handsome big bro. Suddenly Yang’s foot let up on his head and he was free to sit up. Yang slipped his cock free of Ruby’s ass, and grabbed Ruby by the head, tossing him face first towards the foot of the bed. Yang repositioned himself over Ruby who lay flat on the bed. Yang wrapped an arm around Ruby’s smooth skinny neck, choking the boi and locking him in a headlock before slamming back into his brother. Ruby’s moaning quieted somewhat by the tight grip on his neck as Yang’s hips really slapped down into his thick globes of pure fuckmeat. Ruby’s hands clung onto the edge of the bed, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Yang bit Ruby’s ear while he clung tight to him. Yang fucking his brother like he was his property like his own personal stress toy. Ruby squealed every moment of Yang’s brutal fucking. The constant smacking of their incestuous, gay fucking getting louder and louder as Yang thrusts grew harsher and faster with every second. Ruby started to cum with every thrust into his poor abused boi pussy. His mind clouded by the constant orgasms until abruptly they were brought out of their fuck session. The door to their dorm unlocked and terror filled the siblings. Yang acted quickly tossing the blanket on the bed over their bodies with his free arm. Yang stared down the door as he kept his brother tight in the headlock, and watched as his girlfriend walked in the door. “Oh hey guys, I forgot my purse. Can’t pay for my drink if I don’t have it, and no I’m not going to make Weiss pay for it Yang,” Blake smiled at them as she grabbed her purse pausing at the sight of the two of them. Blake’s face grew more serious for a moment. “Yang, let up on him will you? Ruby is red in the face, just look at him,” Blake leaned down looking Ruby in the face. Ruby’s eyes were shut tight, and he was biting his lip struggling not to let a slutty moan escape his body. His brother’s arm tightened around his neck at the statement. “He’s fine, babe. He loves it when I do this. We’ve been doing this for years,” Yang reeled back, and delivered a sharp thrust into the boi, making his eyes go wide in front of Blake. “If you say so,” Blake stood back up straight and walked around the bed, “Well, I’ll leave you to your wrestling, don’t be too rough on him, okay Yang,” Blake said, kissing Yang on the cheek before leaving once again. Yang’s grip around Ruby’s neck released, and he grabbed his brother by his soft, smooth shoulders. With everything he had he gave one final thrust into Ruby, emptying his viscous load into his sissy little brother. Ruby screamed loud, unable to restrain himself anymore. Every muscle in his body and face relaxed, his eyes drooping, his breathing heavy, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled at the edge of the bed. He squirted numerous times in that one moment. So much so, he felt like he was gonna die riding on the pleasure of having Yang’s fat cock inside of him with Blake right in front of him. Yang tossed the blanket off their bodies flipping Ruby around on his back, the boi breathing heavily recovering from the string of orgasms. Yang crawled on top of the boi. His knees pinning Ruby’s arms down on both sides as he slapped his dick across his sissy brother’s face. Left over cum splattering across his pretty little face.

“Open Ruby, I know you want more.” Yang commanded. Ruby always got hot and bothered when his brother demanded he did something. He may have been team leader, but Yang being in control was down right sexy.

“Yes Daddy, feed your little sissy more cum please. Fuck my pretty face, dump another load wasted on me and not your girlfriend!” Ruby opened wide, ready to receive the facefucking a man stealing bitch like him deserved. Yang’s cock slid up and down Ruby’s tongue before sinking it into his warm mouth. Yang used the foot of the bed to hold onto as he slammed down into him. Ruby was trapped underneath the weight of his brother, unable and unwilling to push him off.  His legs kicked as his brother forced him to choke down his huge dick.

The sloppy mess of his saliva and Yang’s cum falling on his face. His throat slime coating Yang’s dick and strands of it following his brother's fat fuckstick every time Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth. Every thrust building more of it on his face. It filled the boi’s nose and covered the boi’s eyes, hindering his ability to see. Not that there would be much to see beside Yang’s abs inches away from his face or watching his brother's massive cock fill his mouth.

Ruby could feel the mess of Yang’s curly blonde pubes getting caught in his mouth as his throat was struggling to swallow every inch of Yang’s cock.  His heart pounding as hard at the beating his face was getting from Yang’s forceful fucking on his face. Ruby felt himself squirting up and on himself, as Yang slammed down into him. All of his senses were overloaded with only Yang in his mind. Yang forced every inch down Ruby’s throat before cumming hard. Ruby couldn't swallow it all from the position and started to cough it up. When Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth a waterfall of cum poured all over the boi’s face, painting it all white. Ruby groaned and rolled over coughing up the cum, gasping for breath. He felt Yang pick him up with one arm and toss him over to the other side of the room. “We have time. Might as well and fuck you on Weiss’ bed too right?” Ruby squealed as Yang pulled Ruby’s legs up and to his head, before immediately slamming into his brother. They couldn’t waste any time. 

[jeongvision]

gxxd boy

synopsis. what do you do when an opportunity presents itself in front of you and it’s so much better than what you have now? you go after it, of course. and for jaehyun, you don’t have to tell him twice.

pairing. fwb! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. smut, angst?, college au, friends with benefits au, non idol au

word count. 1.6k this was supposed to be a timestamp

warnings. heavy cursing, sexual themes (fellatio, degradation, dirty talking, deepthroating, cum play, absolute filth, exhibition kink?), cheating, some religious analogies

song. break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored by ariana grande

author’s note. this story contains a very problematic scenario (cheating). i do not condone any behaviors presented in this story nor do i promote it. this story does not in any shape or form reflect reality.

It’s not the first time you called Jaehyun over because of your needs. You were just casually carrying on with your day, doing what you do best, when you suddenly got in the mood for some blow. Luckily for you, he didn’t hesitate to help you attend to those needs of yours, as long as he gets something in return. That’s what friends with benefits are for, right? You come over, get a good fuck, and just leave when you’re done. No strings attached - that’s how you like it.

And it’s certainly not the first time he had reminded you that he has a girlfriend waiting at home for him.

Did you care? No, that’s his problem.

Did he care? No, he never liked her anyways.

But one thing’s for sure: he loves it every time you’re down on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing up all the cum he has to offer.

“Suck.”

And you oblige to his command as your mouth encloses down on his thick cock, you mouth feeling extremely full at the size of it. You brought one of your hands to wrap the remaining of the base where your mouth couldn’t reach. Instantaneously, you hear him let out a throaty groan. God, you love the sound of his voice. You could already feel your arousal dripping onto your panties at the sound of him.

You’re on your knees, a hand gripping onto his thigh for stability. You’re cladded in only your oversized yellow sweater and black panties, your essence dangerously threatening to leak past the thin fabric covering your nether region.

His denim jeans are pulled down to the floor around his ankles. He threw off his white tee after a heated makeout session with you earlier, his body presented in full glory out to you.

What a pleasing sight it is to take in. Must be nice to be God’s favorite.

You bob you head onto his member, cheeks hollowed out. Your tongue caresses the underside of cock when you go down on him and swirls around his head as you go back up. Both of his hands are threaded through your hair in a makeshift ponytail to prevent it falling on your face, occasionally pulling your head down to bury himself more in you.

He throws his head back at the overwhelming sensation you’re giving him, teeth gritted.

“Fuck, baby girl, I fucking love your mouth.”

You love it when he calls you baby girl. He always referred to his girlfriend as ‘her’ or just by her name. He was never fond of her, only agreeing to go out with her as per his parent’s request. She was a daughter of his parent’s friends from college. They insisted that he dates her and see where it goes. They’re two months in the ‘relationship’ and he wants nothing more than to break up with her, but with his parent’s breathing down on his neck, he just has to hold it off a little longer.

But when it comes to you, he just couldn’t wait. You were his salvation, his deliverance.

Only with you that he calls you all the cliché nicknames you could think of: baby girl, angel, sweetheart, doll. But if you were to be honest, your favorite is when he calls you his cumslut, his little whore. Just one word from him and you’re already on all fours for him - that’s how affected you are by him, and he is just the same.

You look up to him from your position and could see his neck decorated with all the purple and blue bruises you gave him earlier. The subtle lighting in your living room makes his Adam’s apple more defined than ever, deliciously protruding through his skin.

Fuck, you’ve never seen such a beautiful neck before. You just can’t wait to mark him up all over again.

You moan out with him still in your mouth, sending shivers throughout the latter’s body. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, pupils dilated.

“God, you’re so good to me, baby.”

And just as you were about to reward him with your throat, his phone rings.

You push yourself off him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his tip. “Ignore it,” you said. It’s probably his girlfriend, calling him to ask about his day.

The first phone call passes by, so you’re quick to pick back up where you left off only to be interrupted once again from his ringtone, prompting Jaehyun to curse loudly. You let go of him as he reaches behind him to pick up his phone that laid on your couch.

You raise an eyebrow, ignoring the saliva that spilled out of your lips, “Is it her?”

He nods to you.

You let out a scoff. Just as you thought, it was her calling again. Of fucking course.

With reluctance, he slides the answer button on his screen before bringing it up to his ear. He clears his throat before answering.

“Hello?”

You could faintly hear her voice on the other line.

“Hey, babe! What are you doing? Are you busy right now?”

While he is on the phone with his girlfriend, an idea pops in mind. You smirk at the thought of it.

Let’s play a little game, shall we?

You start stroking his cock, your mouth fondling his balls with kitten licks in between. You could see him gritting his teeth, desperately trying to keep his voice leveled.

“K-Kind of. I’m with Mark right no- oh fuck,” His eyes roll back as you take his shaft back in your mouth and shove him all the way down in your throat, holding him there for a few seconds. He pulls the phone away from him while his other hand goes back on your head, lowly grunting at the tightness of your throat around his cock. You gag around him, tears forming in your eyes as you claw his thigh due to lack of oxygen. He lets go and you pull out, a string of saliva once again forming a transluscent bridge between your bottom lip and his dick.

Oh you were cruel to him, dangerously playing a risky game of getting Jaehyun caught red-handed for fucking someone other than his girlfriend.

He’s heavily breathing to regain his composure, completely delirious from your actions now.

“Babe, are you okay? Are you sick or something?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence from your ministrations earlier.

And that one look from you is enough to set him off.

He hisses through his teeth before bringing the phone back to his ear, “I’ll call you back later.”

And with that, he hangs up before his girlfriend could even utter another word, throwing his phone back behind him on the couch.

He lets out a carnal growl and grabs the back of your head, his veiny cock close to your nose, “Fucking dirty whore.”

You sinfully giggle at his reaction, “What’s the matter, baby?”

His eyes are infernal than ever, glaring down into your own orbs, “I was on the phone with my girlfriend and you wouldn’t stop sucking my cock off. Is that what you want, hm? Let the whole world know how much of a dirty cumslut you are?”

You only shrug your shoulders, answering him only by taking him back in your mouth. He was close to cumming earlier, feeling how you felt his member twitch in your throat.

He throws his head back again; his whole body is seventh heaven.

“God, you just love having my cock in your mouth, huh?”

You moan in response, his member still around your tongue sending shockwaves throughout his body. “Such a good little whore. That’s right, baby. Keep sucking me like a dirty cumslut you are.”

Both of his hands are on the back of your head, pushing you deeper on him. He’s close, you know it. You moan once again.

“Shit- I’m gonna cum.”

You pull him off and wrap your hands around him, stroking him at a frenzied pace.

“Cum all over my mouth, baby.”

And after a few more strokes, he bucks his hips forward as his hot white cum shoots out of his cock onto your tongue splayed out. Strings of it land on your tongue, some reaching to your chin and a few on your jaw.

His chest is heaving. He takes a moment to regain himself after his high while you swallow the semen in your mouth.

Delectable he is, for a body that could rival Adonis.

Just as you were about to wipe off the remaining cum off your face, he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you up on your feet.

“Wha-” but you’re cut short after Jaehyun licks his cum off of your neck, his hot and wet muscle licking against your heated skin, making your legs wobble before him.

Holy god, you could just orgasm right then and there.

He unlatches himself off of you and with a tongue full of his cum, he pulls you in for a kiss, giving you the dessert you asked for.

You moan into his mouth. As if your arousal wasn’t already dripping, you’re now soaked and pooling at this point.

You push yourself off his lips, admiring the fucked-out expression he wears. His cheeks and ears are tinted red, lips with a little swell, eyes fully blown out.

You grin at him. 

“Do you want to eat what my mom made?”

He raises an eyebrow at your question. Why are you offering him something to eat now?

“Your mom stopped by earlier?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, earning a scoff from him before mirroring your expression, “What did your mom make?”

There’s a dangerous glint in your eyes, and that’s when it finally hit him on what you exactly meant.

“Me.”

[lesbobiwan]

Could I ask for 33 and 100 with Rex or Cody? I might be obsessed with your blog...

of course!! thank u for the request!

#33: "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” and #100: "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." + Cody

warnings: sub!cody inspired by this art by @thiccumz and this fic by @zinzinina, strap ons, f!reader, pegging, the word slut is used a few times, cody wearing lingerie

You know he doesn't mean to encourage behavior like this. You know this woman is drunk and doesn't mean anything by it.

Still, none of these thoughts do much to quell the fire that burns deep in your chest and threatens to spill out your throat as the woman titters at something Cody said and rests a hand on his forearm.

"You're so funny, Commander," she purrs, trailing her fingers up Cody's arm. You hear the scratch of her nails against Cody's skin and the stuttered words of the commander as he tries to back away.

His eyes catch yours multiple times from across the bar, but there isn't much you can do besides pour drinks and try not to lose your head.

You doubt your boss would like it too much if you got into a fight with some drunk woman because she scratched your boyfriend a little.

But it's not just that.

It's the flush of Cody's cheeks as her nails trail up his arm. You make him blush like that. You make his words catch in his throat and his breath hitch. Not some lady looking to add a clone commander to the notches on her bedpost.

The woman stays with him all night. Miraculously, she stays on her feet despite the unholy amount of drinks she's ingesting. Unfortunately, company policy is to not cut off customers if they aren't incapable of walking.

You'll hand it to the woman, she can hold her liquor.

On one hand, you're grateful for Cody. He's a watchful eye on the woman, making sure no one slips something in her drink or tries to coax her to bed.

On the other hand, you're angry at him. It's irrational, but you wish he would just tell her to get lost. He's your boyfriend.

Oh well. His ass will pay the price.

Literally.

You finally approach his spot at the bar, having just rung out the last tab and been given the all-clear to head home, as is your routine.

"Can I get you anything else, Commander?" You ask, like you do every night he comes to your bar. You can almost forget about the woman when you just focus on him.

Cody immediately perks up, lips curling into his boyish smile that only you get the privilege of seeing. "Maybe some advice?" he replies, like always — like he's done since the very first night you met him just like this — "There's this bartender that's been eyeing me all night. Think I should ask her for her number?"

You pretend to ponder it, even though the first time he had asked you that question all those cycles ago you responded without hesitation, "I don't know. This bartender — she cute?"

Cody whistles appreciatively, "The cutest."

"Then, I think you should give it a shot," you drop your voice, leaning over the bar and just barely pushing your chest out in his direction.

His eyes drop down to the low-riding neckline of your shirt and you smother your victorious grin behind pursed lips.

"C'mmand'r," the woman slurs, finally making herself known, "I thought we were g'nna get out of —"

"You thought wrong," you snap, and it's laced with only a fraction of the venom you feel swirling around your mouth. "Your cab is out front. I suggest you get lost."

(You had taken the liberty of calling her a ride home before you clocked out.)

Your hand closes around Cody and you pull him out of the bar without waiting for her response.

Perks of living right by the bar you work at: a short walk when all you want to do is go home and fuck the life out of your boyfriend.

Faults of living right by the bar at: not enough time to fully plan exactly how you're going to fuck the life out of your boyfriend.

Cody stumbles after you, "I didn't flirt with her," he tells you, even though you know that. Cody would never. He's too good to you.

"I don't care," you seethe, unlocking the door to your apartment and pushing him through the threshold.

You step in after him, and as soon as you have the door closed, you're spinning him around and pinning him against the wood that's definitely seen better days. "Call me selfish," you pant into the space between you, "But I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

Cody blinks owlishly at you, mouth dropped open in surprise. This close, you can feel his hot breath fanning against your lips and his thudding heartbeat from where your chests are pressed together.

He starts to whisper your name, voice drenched in arousal, but you cut him off.

"Get to the bedroom. Clothes off. I need to grab something from the bathroom." You inform him, and one of your hands trail up to scratch lightly beneath his jaw.

Cody can't stifle his groan at your words. His cock hardens through his pants, pushing against your thigh, and you can't help but grind your thigh against him before pulling back.

"Go."

His feet smack against the floor as he stumbles away in his enthusiasm to get to the bedroom.

Cody loves it when there's something you need to grab from the bathroom.

You take your time in grabbing the harness and selecting which fake cock you think will best suit tonight's purpose. You linger after grabbing the lube, taking the time to make sure there's nothing in your teeth. You carefully pull off your clothes and step into the harness, making sure you're strapped in tight.

By the time you get to the bedroom, you're sure there's nothing that can throw you off your game. You're about to rock Cody's world. You're infallible, unflappable.

And then you walk into the room and Cody's wearing lingerie.

A beautiful yellow, almost a dark gold that's identical to his armor. Delicate lace is stretched across his pectorals, cupping the muscles deliciously and you can see the way his hard nipples poke out against the fabric.

You zero in on the garters he's wearing. You want to snap them against his thighs. You want to watch the skin redden beneath. You want you want you want.

His cock strains against the lace that can barely conceal it. There's already a little wet spot where the tip of his cock is. Fuck, he's leaking already.

"D'you like it?"

You snap your gaze back up to Cody's.

His face is flushed, and he shifts atop your bed like he's shy, like he doesn't know that you want nothing more than to sit and look for the rest of your life.

"Oh, Cod'ika," you breathe, stepping closer and kneeling on the bed. Your hands trail up his thighs, running along the garter that you're just itching to pull back and let bite into his skin. "You're beautiful."

Cody flushes even more, ducking his head down. His hands flit nervously along the lace that wraps around his waist. "Just wanted to surprise you," he whispers, fingers fiddling with the fabric.

"Fuck, I could just eat you up," you whisper before rising up to press your lips to his.

Immediately, Cody goes boneless against your kiss. His lips go slack and he eagerly welcomes your tongue, offering up no resistance as you dominate the kiss.

Stars, kissing Cody like this gives you such a headrush. This is better than any spice in the galaxy.

"Hands and knees," you whisper against his lips.

Cody whimpers before arranging himself into position. He drops down onto his elbows instead of staying propped up on his hands, sending his back into an enticing arch.

Such a little cockslut, you think to yourself, growing wet beneath the harness.

You don't touch him yet, content to just let him wait.

Instead, you pop open the bottle of lube, noticing how Cody jolts at the sound of the bottle cap cracking open.

There's no back to the lingerie, only strap framing his ass that hold up the lace in the front that holds his cock. Your mouth goes dry at the sight.

"Just look at you," you whisper, inching closer to his trembling form on the bed. "You that much of a slut that you had to wear lingerie underneath your clothes all day?"

Cody's moan is muffled into the sheets. The muscles of his back ripple with how he shifts his upper body in anticipation.

You press just one lubed up finger to the rim of his asshole, and he immediately jerks beneath you.

"Easy," you soothe as you press your finger past the tight rim of muscle. Your second hand comes up to stroke his hip through the lace.

Cody's next moan is ripped from his throat and almost sounds painful. "More!" he begs, tilting his head to the side. His harsh pants fill the room now that he's not muffling himself.

Good. You want to hear him.

"More?" you repeat, teasing a second finger at his rim. "You want another finger so soon?"

"Please!"

You press your second finger in and immediately begin scissoring your two fingers. "You're so tight," you hiss, rubbing at the beneath his balls.

Cody keens. His cock jerks against the scrap of fabric holding him in.

Fuck you want to taste him.

He rolls his hips back against you, sobbing into the sheets as he rides your fingers.

Your grin is downright feral as you push in a third finger, maybe a bit too soon if his guttural sound is anything to go by, but you know Cody loves a hint of pain with his pleasure. "Pushing back against my fingers already?" You tsk in mock disappointment. "Pathetic."

Cody turns to look at you over his shoulder, and you're delighted to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Please, fuck me!" he begs, pushing unashamed against your hand in search for his own pleasure.

You've been pointedly avoiding his prostate. The dildo you picked will compensate for that more than enough.

"You think you're ready?" you ask even as you line up the tip of the silicone to his winking hole.

"Please!"

Your grin is all teeth as you sink in until your hips meet his ass cheeks.

You pull Cody's head up by his hair before he can muffle his wails into the mattress.

His sharp cry of pleasure echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls until you're sure your neighbors can hear it.

Good. You want everyone to hear how you can make Marshall Commander Cody a dripping mess with your cock.

You instantly set a brutal pace, pulling out and pounding back in with long thrusts.

Cody can never shut his mouth when he's fucking you, and it only gets ten times worse when you're the one fucking him.

He's a mess. His eyes roll so far back in his head you think they'll actually get stuck, and his hands grab at your sheets so tightly you hear them start to rip.

You actually have to speak up in order to be heard over the way Cody moans.

"You're stretched so tight around me," you pant, finally giving into the urge to snap the garter against his thigh.

The ensuing yelp is delicious.

"You think that woman at the bar knows you went home and got fucked?" you hiss, snapping your hips harder against him, "You think she knows how much you like to get fucked by your girlfriend?"

Cody wails.

"Fuck, you're such a slut, Cod'ika," you grin and wrap your hand around his cock, pulling him free from his lacy confines.

You jerk him in time with your thrusts, and it isn't long before he's a leaking mess over your fingers.

His body can't seem to decide whether it wants to push back into your thrusts or fuck into the tight circle of your fist. Cody's thighs tremble each time you punch into his tight hole.

"You gonna cum for me?" you purr, pulling him up so his back is pressed flush to your front. You add a twist of your wrist on every upstroke of his cock.

That seems do to the trick.

Cody seizes up around you, clenching so hard around the dildo inside of him that he stops your thrusts as he cums in ropes against his stomach, and eventually dribbling down your knuckles.

You ease the strap-on out of him once he rides out the last of his orgasm and lay him down on his back. You lose yourself in the movements of wiping the cum from his torso and the tears from his cheeks.

You slide the harness off of you, ignoring the slick feeling between your thighs in favor of crawling onto the bed next to Cody and draping your body atop his.

Immediately, his arms wrap around your waist and he buries his nose into your hair.

"I didn't think you flirted with her," you whisper as you trace swirls into his skin.

Cody hums, "I know," he assures you, voice slurred with sleep. "If this is how you're gonna act when someone tries to feel me up, by all means be my guest,"

[anaiswriterr]

The Dragon Kings Queen

Pairing: Dragon King!Bakugou x Queen!Reader

Rating: M

Warning: This is part four, I’d like to point out be aware: 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐭𝐜. Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with it, and if you’re under the age of 18+ I will give a warning when it becomes NSFW but at the moment it’s SFW.

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Synopsis: ➪ When the word marriage crossed your mind, you believed you’d marry someone you loved. Not this brute of a King. So here you are standing at the end on an alter, pushing away the urge to run and fight. Possibly start a new life, instead of being dragged into a loveless marriage. But for the sake of your people.. They say he’s not what rumors make him out to be, but how can you believe that when his eyes burn into yours; just as fiery as before. How could you, ever love someone as barbaric as him…

- chapter four: gifted dagger -

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You clutch hard onto an old bladed dagger, it digs into your palm and slices a long line against the soft skin. Droplets of blood pools onto the gravel below you, heaving you throw the weapon into a tree bark. You groan out in frustration when it doesn't latch onto the wood, "I can't do this!"

"Don't say that, it's your first day. Try again," Kirishima urges, bending down to grab the dagger off the ground, handing it back to you placing the blade down into your palm; you seethe in pain. Swallowing down the yelp that threatened to escape passed your lips, Kirishima notices your stained palms before snatching the dagger back from your grasp.

"We'll pick this back up later, don't want you getting an infection."

Perhaps he was right, the blade was only slightly rusted - it's been over an hour with the blade constantly digging into your skin; if you didn't cover it up soon then an infection was possible. You shrug, "An infection compared to getting eaten by a bear, or an ogre is nothing in my eyes; so don't worry about me. We can continue," You reach out to grab the dagger out from his hands, but he hides the blade into his holster. Nodding his head side to side, "No can do, my job is to make sure you are safe 24/7 and if that means making you go to the infirmary then so be it."

You arch a brow wiping away the sweat beads off your forehead from the hot dewy morning, "Is that a request?"

"Your Highness, will all due respect, it's an order."

"Fine, but I quite frankly would like to survive so if we could continue this on later-"

"Of course," he smiles, "Now, go fix your hand. I was told Bakugou would like to speak to you-"

"That will not be necessary since I will not be speaking to him." You pour a cup of water over your palm, attempting to clean off the dirt. After yesterday's events you have vowed to not utter a single word to him, he's clearly a hard head who never had anyone stand up to him. As his "wife" what better then to punish his actions then using the silent treatment towards the temperamental brat. Kirishima scratches the back of his head sheepishly, fiddling with his weapon. "Well you know Your Highness-"

"Y/N will do just fine. Please no formalities between us two."

"Right. Um well, you know. Bakugou is a hard kinda guy to work with, it was hard for even I to get to be as close as I am with him. He hates silence, he might ask for it. But radio silence might not be the best answer between the two of you.. considering you two are on thin ice right now."

You arch a brow in question, wiping the sheen layer of sweat off your brow bone. "What do I do then, Kirishima. How do I win over a beast who doesn't attempt at all?"

***

To say you utterly hated Katsuki Bakugou was an understatement.

For one night he managed to put on a mask that nearly caught you in a rope of curiosity for the man - maybe he was just misunderstood. Like hell, his mother had the same fighting and burning spirit one of a dragon meanwhile his father was more calm, well rounded, wise like a dragon. So why was Bakugou the mean one of the bunch.

'You can't fix everyone, Y/N.'

Well that sentence surely did not age well, you wince as the healer places an alcohol soaked cotton ball onto your wound. Biting your lip back in pain it takes up all your strength to not pull back and away from the old man.

"I'll be right back, my Queen it seems like you may need some herbs from the garden and recently I've run out. Don't worry it'll only take me five minutes." The healer reassures you, you nod in return pressing the cotton ball into the cut, cleaning the area in the meantime.

"That's alright, take your time." You smile.

The stinging pain slowly subsided when you finally became accustomed to the clear liquid, to handle a dagger will be much harder now. You are determined to prevail, just a small bump in the road nothing quite serious. A knock on the infirmaries white door retracts you from your thoughts, eyes wondering towards the window that overviewed the garden shows it's not the healer.

"Come in."

Short blonde hair with ruby red eyes strut in, Mitsuki, your mother in law smiles down at you. "Hello dear, I heard you were in here.. I wanted to speak to you. Are you okay?"

You can feel your heart nearly drop, your mother in law was as sweet as a ripe strawberry in season but the aura she carried screamed and resembled Katsuki. You nod, greeting her with a formal cheek kiss, "Oh I'm fine just a tiny cut is all. What would be the problem?" You wave off her worry.

"Oh no dear, there is no problem. I'm glad it's just a cut, I was worried it was far worse. I just wanted to spend time with my daughter in law - I wanted you to know that though this may be a hard time, I went through this. You will be just fine. I also... heard your and Katsuki's fight last night.. I didn't mean to intrude I was just on the way to find Melody when I stumbled upon you two, how are you feeling?"

Oh dear. She knew, did anyone else know? Of course people know the two of you were practically testing who can yell the loudest - this is embarrassing. He really did manage to get a rise from you.

You stare down at your palm, this was the first time anyone here has actually asked whether or not you were fine.

"I-I'm okay, he's just hard to get to."

The bed of the infirmary dips slightly beside you as Mitsuki's takes a seat beside you, "Yes, he can be a handful most days. Katsuki doesn't exactly know how to be... nice? It's probably my fault, I was constantly pushing him as a child. You know, he turned out to be a fine warrior; a fine commander." You nod listening to his mother, "I guess the two of you are no longer on speaking terms. I get it, I moved from a neighboring kingdom to here. It was hard to get his father to open up," Mitsuki sighs.

"But the two of you fell in love."

"You are very right, but like all love. It took time."

A silence falls between the two of you, she was the only person who you could remotely relate to right about now. She was the only one who could even fathom how scared you are, you were served with a silver platter all your life nearly always spoon fed and suddenly thrown into a tribe you knew nothing about. "How did you do it?"

Mitsuki arches a brow, "What do you mean?"

"H-How do I survive in that forest? What do I have to expect even after? How did you do it?"

The former queen sighs, eyeing your injury. "Well, from my kingdom we had similar principles I already had the basic knowledge of outdoor survival. To keep it short," She grabs your free hand in comfort. "I'm sure they haven't bothered telling you the objectives, the point system.. the tribal ceremony for those who make it out of alive. You must come out with a Goblin heart, no exceptions. Afterwards believe it or not you are placed on a pedestal at midnight the day you arrive back where you must eat the entire muscle, uncooked. The blood is told it'll bring great fortune and fertility. The process.. was nevertheless grueling I felt like a caged animal with all the drums and cheering. Y/N you must not, and I repeat my not throw up during the feasting."

You nod intently, stomach curling at the thought of a eat raw heart. But tribal traditions and regulations must be met, your heart pounded. It seemed like no matter where you turned there was always a set back, a catch. You survive the forest and now you must feast in front of the entire kingdom?

"Stay high, on top of the trees are the best option. Don't make a fire at night - I know, it'll be tempting. It'll grow cold as night falls, but the most dangerous creatures come out then and are attracted to light. You'll be dead before you even know it." Mitsuki lectures with a stern gaze, tightening her grip around the palm of your uninjured hand. "Find running water, a stream, lake, river. Whatever, it's freshwater. You'll catch your fish there, berries and nuts are also located near there. If you'd like to start a fire I suggest start when the sun rises, the creatures of the forest will retreat since they are nocturnal."

You store this information into your head, such valuable keys of survival. You are determined to return breathing, to return alive.

"Goblins are tricksters - never trust a single word that utters from their mouths. It's poisonous. They are most active during the day, but during sunlight stay low and stay quiet, follow the wind and it'll guide you. That is all I can say, I wish I could say more. Personally, I attempted to change this law for years. It never seemed fair, I pray I see you again Y/N."

"Thank you. I hope to see you as well." You smile sadly at the blonde woman who carried a guilty expression, her hands finally let go of your free one. "I'm terribly sorry, Y/N. I have one last thing to gift you, It's not much. Katsuki was supposed to give it to you this morning but it appears the outskirts have called upon him once again." Mitsuki reaches out for a golden box to the left of her, the velvet embroiled box calls your attention.

"It's said to be a gift from the gods. The gods who birthed dragons, carried down by generations. All Dragon Queens have used this, a sacred weapon to help kill the beast and restore balance; Katsuki has made the executive decision that you get to receive this gift." Mitsuki's hand fiddles with the locks of the box, the top lid opens with a flick of her fingers.

A blade, shines in the light.

Cleaned and sharp, the Queen's dagger passed down from hundreds of years worth of battles.

Is gifted.. to you, by the king.

"I-I can not accept this. This gift, I do not deserve this. It's sacred-" You babble, waving your hands you gently push away the box bestowed to you between the spot that separated the both of you. Two queens of the Dragon Kingdom. "You can, and you will. I was gifted this dagger two months after both I and Masaru's wedding. Katsuki wanted you to have this sacred weapon now. He has chosen you, please take it."  

You nod in response, hands trembling as you reach out for the velvet box. The handle of the dagger stings in your possession, the bleeding in your right hand has finally stopped when you hold the blade with two hands. It was much more easier to carry, sharper, and even thinner - as light as a feather, fit for a Queen, fit for battle. It was your husband who bestowed this gift to you, "When you are out there, Y/N. Remember.. to fight like a dragon."

"And how must I manage to fight like a dragon? I don't even know how to throw a dagger properly - at a still object, may I add." You show her the deep cut in need of stiches on your palm, "Dragons, my dear, always find a way to win."

***

Your palm is tightly wrapped with herbs to protect the freshly new stitches, meeting Kirishima in the backwoods where training took place. You managed to learn how to build a fire, a makeshift knife if your original weapon were to ever be kicked away from you, how to catch a fish and how to determine which berries were poisonous and which were safe for consumption.

You wince at the feeling of sharp branches scratching against your bare legs, dressed with royal training gear you wondered if you could actually make it to the finish line. You take a bite of a berry, it's tart yet semi sweet flavor cleans your palette of fish. Kirishima watches from the side with a satisfied grin, nightfall was quickly approaching and since this morning you have requested no sort of rest. You drink away at your makeshift cup, the leaf holding only a handful of water you eagerly drink away at.

Kirishima looks up to the darkening sky, hews of purples, pinks, and blues paint the sky as stars begin to appear.

"I should probably get you back to the Palace," He says wiping his hand away from dirt he collected off the tree bark he leaned against - watching your crouched and exhausted figure warm your hands over the mini fire you created. You look up, "I suppose you're right," You reach over to the stream beside you cupping a handful of water and watering down the fire, stomping it out with wet breaches and leaves. Patting it into the ground to stop the embers from continuing to burn.

Kirishima fiddles with his swords and daggers, "You did great today, Y/N." He praises you, proud of how far you've come in just a day. It took him hours to catch a fish when he was just a child, when his parents were alive. You thank him, moving beside him as the two of you walk down the backwoods trail. Only sharing small talk and friendly conversation.

You hum at the story he told of both him and Bakugou, "Well.. how exactly did the two of you meet. You two seem so close to one another, not to mention.. Kirishima you're very loyal to him - his family. What's your story?" There's a visible hitch in his breath, his shoulders tense up as he stumbles upon his words. "I-I'm so sorry! If you don't want to talk-

Kirishima chuckles waving off your worries, "No, nobody has ever asked me. We were just.. brothers. I met him in the mountains, I was just eight years old and back then Dragon hunting use to be a huge problem. Hunters, Poachers - they would all terrorize Dragons who lived peacefully with no mercy murder entire hoards. My parents.. were hunted and killed along with the entire clan and neighboring tribes. I was running, miles away from my home for days. Crying, hungry, thirsty, I was to afraid to fly because they would see me."

You listen intently, nodding along to his words, saddened by his past. Feeling guilty for even asking, he continues.

"Bakugou, can be mean, a brute, barbaric, and even sometimes cruel. But I promise you he has a good heart; so easily he could've turned his back away from me in the mountains. Let the Goblins and Wolves feast on me, instead he took me in. Into the Royal campgrounds, his parents welcomed me in. Cleaned my wounds, gave me a hot meal, warm milk to combat the winter, fresh pair of boots and clothes, even a warm bed to sleep in. Bakugou didn't talk, didn't even introduce himself to me after a few days. However if he didn't take me in then I would've died alone in the cold. And for that I am loyal to them, hell he even let me hold onto his toy for a while." He chuckles.

A silence grows between the both of you, with only snapping branches beneath your boots. Its crunches sooths the silence until he spoke once more.

"I hope you know you're going to be okay, Y/N. I believe in you, and in three days time when you have to walk into that forest; I am convinced I will see you also walk out.

"Thank you Kirishima, I-I'm sorry for what happened to your family."

The redhead waves you off once more smiling to you as the castle gates approach, "It's okay, things happen for a reason. Now go clean up, Melody should have your bath ready. Sleep tight your Highness." He bows gesturing for you enter passed the gates. You press a small kiss to his cheek watching a dark red blush spread throughout his face, "Goodnight Kirishima."

Walking passed him and into the handmaidens arms, Kirishima watches you. A hand pressed hard onto his sizzling red hot cheek that burned out against his palm, smiling sheepishly, gushing over the lingering feeling of ghost lips that once pressed against his cheek. Turning away with his back foot, he hears two pairs of heavy boots stomping against the ground, royal guards heave - catching their breathes.

"What's wrong- where Bakugou?" Kirishima quickly asks eyeing the guards who ran all the way here from the stables in search for him. "Sir Kirishima, King Bakugou has requested your immediate arrival at the outskirts-"

"It's the eggs, sir!" The other interrupts, "The Dragon eggs, the four Gardina left behind."

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"What's the problem? What happened with the eggs, I thought they were fine."

"Since Gardina's sudden death the eggs need warmth, there's talk from other kingdoms across the seas even, that people are thinking about stealing them, selling them for one million gems on the magical black market." Bakugou grimaces, his arms crossed over his chest. "It seems that we should pay a visit, remind them who we are."

Kirishima nods his head, moving along with his friend passed the campfire where soldiers sat. "What can I do to help?"

Bakugou moves the curtains of his tent, "After you train Y/N, the same day as the games I need you to take the eggs and hide them away as far as possible, I don't care where just away from  here. Hide them with the others in the mountains if you'd like - we can not afford them to go missing. Far too dangerous for anyone else." The blond commands, tiredness seeps through his voice as he rubs his eyes to combat the sleep he's been in desperate need for. "I'll give you the green light when to bring them back, I won't return to the Kingdom until the day of the games. Did my mother give Y/N the Royal Dagger?"

Nodding to himself Kirishima smiles, "Yes, she was given it this morning just before noon."

"How did she do?" Katsuki rubs the back of his neck, "Rocky as first, but the girl picks up fast. Will you be here to send her off?" Kirishima tilts his head crossing his arms, "I don't know if she wants me there."

"If you care about her coming back alive, you'll be there." ***

- 3 days later -

The carriage ride is slow, dangerously slow as you remember the long tight hug Melody gave you before your leave at the sunset, Former Queen Mitsuki sits in front of you, her hand clutches onto yours in comfort as you shake in fear in your seat. Kirishima is waiting outside the enchanted forest where it was the most safest - a crowd has formed of simple tribe and clan members outside their homes as they attempt to try and get a glimpse of you; their Queen.

You have yet to meet them, only knowing the castle walls and the workers who served.

You can feel your dagger inside it's brown leather hostler dig into your thigh; but it's fine. It's the only thing keeping you distracted from your pounding heart beat against your chest and the clamminess of your palms. The stitch's finally healed by a magic teller.

You don't even notice the purple hews of the setting sun turning pitch black with only the moon and stars to prove it's light on the passage way;  you breath deeply through your nose. Watching how you approached the enchanted forest quicker then you anticipated. Queen Mitsuki and King Masaru insisted you sleep, but you respectfully declined. How were you supposed to sleep when you were being forced into the most dangerous forest known to mankind. They could've just simply pushed you into a hungry Dragon's nest.

The carriage stops and the horses neigh signaling your arrival, a part of you wishes your mother had declined the offer of King Bakugou it would've been nice if he were to even apologize. But since you do not live in a fantasy world, you are reminded this is real life. And you are most certain no prince dressed in armor will come to your rescue and insists he runs off with you. You're stuck here.

You look back nervously at the former king and queen who both bite back their bottom lips, "I will see you in three days time. We both will."

The door to your side of the carriage is thrown open by Kirishima who holds his hand out to grip yours, "M'lady."

Hesitantly you let go of Mitsuki's hand, bidding the two goodbye and latch onto Kirishima's calloused rough ones. Your boots settle into the ground when you let go of his hand, eyes catching a pair of vermillion orbs, ones you haven't seen in three days. His necklaces of teeth he's collected over the years frightens you, will you have a necklace like that one day? "Are you ready, my Queen."

His eyes.

They say nothing at all, just a simple red gleam. He watches you approach the entrance of what seemingly looked like a one way ticket to death, is he going to say anything all? Probably not.

His malicious words still ring clear in your mind, "You wont be a Queen if you're dead."

Death is something you refuse to meet, at least not yet. You turn to face him, he has no emotion and the tears that threaten to spill are wiped away by your wrist. The only people here to witness the games are him, Kirishima, a few men from the counsels parliament, royal soldiers (who you suppose are only here to protect the king and stop you if you decide to run) and both Bakugou's parents who insisted on staying in the carriage. Bakugou's quiet glare is something most would be terrified of, but you refuse to be belittled and underestimated.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" You hear Kirishima ask, your eyes detach from the blonds. Nodding you wipe your clammy hand against the leather hunting skirt you were dressed in. "I'm fine, I'm ready."

You're scared. That's an understatement, "Time starts as soon as you enter, retrieve the Goblin heart and come back here the third day at sunset. If you are not here by then we will assume you have died." A counsel man announces, you hold back the urge to flip him off - he didn't know you. Nor did you know him, to throw your life away as if it were never meaningful to another was plain cruel but there was a thing you refused to do.

Give up.

"I'll see you later Y/N."

'I will not die'

You set out into the forest, without looking back, with the feeling of two vermillion eyes staring into your back.  

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AUTHORS NOTE: Personally one of the worst fucking chapters I’ve produced, anyways yooo Bakugou kinda feels guilty Y/N is going through this but you know this is going to be a strength building exercise for her. The ceremony after is based off of GOT so iykyk. Anyways my eye has been shut for like three days it just keeps watering and so irritating to write with. Okay I’m done ranting, I hope you liked it. 

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These Words You Should Always Remember: To You, My Heart I Surrender

Batsis x Ghost-Maker One-Shot

Word Count: 4.6 Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, Angst

Author's Note: This wasn't supposed to be 4K words y'all. I swear. But y'all better love me for it. Enjoy! -Thorne

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There were the occasional sounds of fists meeting faces and shins hitting sides echoing in her ears, but she paid them no mind, eyes trained on the screen before her. She was content to let her brother and oldest friend beat the ever-living shit out of each other if it meant they’d eventually put their feelings aside and make up. Of course, it was a long-shot pipe dream and one not so easily reached—she could hope though.

Over the sound of the continual fighting came footsteps, followed by, “Aunt (Y/N). How’s it hangin’?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at her second nephew. “Jason,” she greeted warmly, and he bent down beside her, letting her press a kiss to his temple. “What are you doing here so late? I thought you and Roy were going to Panama City tomorrow? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

He shrugged. “Plane leaves in the morning. Figured I’d hang around here for the night to say a couple ‘see you laters’.” Jason’s eyes followed the screen. “Is that the human trafficking ring out of Saint Petersburg?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) answered, turning to click at the mouse. “Some lawyers from the courts around here got caught in a hotel room with a few of the girls.”

Someone new appeared in her peripheral, two people actually, Tim and Dick. “Didn’t they arrest everybody in the hotel room?” Tim asked, propping his chin on her shoulder.

She reached up and scratched his scalp the way he liked. “They did. The girls were sent to a secure facility for treatment and the lawyers have unsurprisingly lawyered up. None of them are talking.” (Y/N) clicked on the screen, opening a tab that led to an interrogation room. “Gordon’s not having any luck. Whoever’s running this operation is obviously terrifying enough that none of these guys are cracking. Even with the threat of getting sent to prison for life.”

“Want some help?” Dick offered and she shook her head.

“Nah. We adults have it.” (Y/N) looked at them and smiled. “You guys go do what young people do. Hang out with your friends, drink, party, be young.”

“I feel like you’re saying that to the wrong trio,” Tim said. “None of us drink except Jason and even then, none of us party.”

She shook her head again, this time in shame. “God, you people need to live.”

Jason happened to glance over her head, and he frowned. “Speaking of needing to live…you might wanna stop Bruce and GM from killing one another.”

(Y/N) turned in the direction of her friend and brother and sighed. “Am I a terrible person for considering letting them punch each other unconscious?”

“Nope!” came unified response and she chuckled, rising from her seat.

“Thought so,” she said, walking over to where Bruce and Ghost-Maker were about to go at it again.

She stepped in between them, gracefully dodging a throw punch and a kicked-out leg, shoving both of them back in return. “Hey, enough.”

“Move.” Bruce commanded and she glared at him.

“I said, enough.” Her head turned to Ghost-Maker. “We all know this little sparring match has gone a bit farther than just training.”

“No one’s getting hurt, (Y/N).” Ghost-Maker said, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Maybe not right now, but someone will get hurt and we don’t need that.” She pointed to the opposite ends of the room. “Separate and cool off. Both of you.”

Seeing that she wasn’t going to budge, Bruce let out a puff of air and turned, striding into the showers, leaving her and the other man on the mats. (Y/N) sighed quietly, rubbing her temples, and griped, “I swear you both make it so difficult to be around.”

“Only because he lets his emotions get in the way.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, watching as he wiped the sweat from his face. She caught his hand. “You busted your knuckles.”

“I’ll be fine.” He started to pull away and she tightened her grip.

“Don’t even start with me, Ghost.” She tugged him to the med bay and shoved him towards a seat. “Sit.” He obeyed, though she could tell he was probably making a face at her, and she busied herself with finding the antiseptic and some wraps.

Turning back around, she perched herself on the desk and placed his hand in her lap, gently wiping the blood and dirt away from the wounds; then she set the rag aside and wrapped his knuckles with the fresh gauze, carefully, as if he were made of glass.

When she was finished, she couldn’t help but do the childish thing she’d come up with all those years ago during their training; (Y/N) softly rubbed her thumbs over his knuckles, blowing quietly, then she murmured, “There. All healed.”

A rare smile came over his lips, though she could tell it was more of a sneer than one. “You’re still doing that?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and shoved his hand off her legs. “Yes. How do you think I managed to heal all the wounds me and the family have gotten over the years?”

“Hmm, stitches and alcohol.”

“Smart-ass,” she grunted, rising to her feet. “You hungry?”

Ghost-Maker stood from his seat. “No. I have to get back to The Haunt.”

“Hot date waiting?” (Y/N) cracked, elbowing him in the side and he snorted.

“No. I need to read up on the information Icon’s run through since I’ve been gone.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, gazing at him. “You know I’m doing that right now with our scans, right?”

“Of course, I do. But you’re not Icon.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Great, I’ve been beaten by an AI.”

“An AI that I designed.” Ghost-Maker added, and she glared at him for a moment before chuckling.

“With fear, so I’ve heard.”

He shrugged. “I figured I would give him the one thing I lack.” He looked over at her. “Do you want to come with me?”

She wanted to, but she sighed heavily. “I can’t.” her eyes found the shower room door. “Someone needs to stay behind and talk to him.”

“I’m not surprised you’re staying.”

It was all he said before he disappeared from her sight and (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek as something aching tugged deep in her chest. She hated how easy it was for her to understand when Ghost-Maker was disappointed in her decisions. How easy it was for him to impact her feelings. It’d been almost two decades since they actually held real conversations and every memory of the time they’d spent together, her, him, and her brother came back to her. Every moment of watching the two boys go head-to-head, and her torn between her family and the man she loved—it’d always been that way…and sometimes she wished she were like Ghost-Maker, unfeeling of love and empathy.

She shook herself from her stupor and walked into the locker room, leaning against the wall of the closed shower door; she could see his feet beneath the door. “Why do you always let yourself get so angry when it comes to Ghost?”

“You know why.” Bruce retorted. “You know how he is.”

“And I know how you are,” (Y/N) countered. “Yet you refuse to admit that on some level he’s got good points.”

He stuck his hand out from the opening of the door. “Towel.” She waited. “Please.”

Handing it over, she said, “You and I both know the longer we do this the darker it gets…the darker we get.”

“I’m not killing people, (Y/N).” Bruce griped as he stepped out of the shower, the towel around his waist. He’d busted his eyebrow and lip.

“I’m not saying you have to, Bruce. I wouldn’t expect you to. All I’m saying is you won’t admit that Ghost is right about things.”

“About what!” He shouted, turning on her. “That I should just start slitting throats up and down the street! That I should give up what we started as children! What (Y/N)!”

She merely stared at him amidst his yelling and then she calmly stated, “That you can’t save everyone.” He didn’t react, just looked at her as she explained, “You are so hellbent on the idea that everyone can have a moral redemption arc, but the truth is that not everyone has one nor does everyone deserve one.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Sometimes I think Ghost was right. Trying to save everyone? Giving up every part of myself to make sure everyone lives? He was right. It eats until there’s nothing left inside you.”

“So what? You’re going to stop saving people?”

“Don’t be an idiot, Bruce.” She gave him a sharp look and said, “I’m going to stop saving the people who don’t deserve saving. And if that means I let someone bad die? I can live with that.” Walking off, she ignored him as he called out for her to stop, leaving him alone.

***

The little hovering tray floated into her peripheral and she blinked, turning to look at it. “Good evening, Miss Wayne. Refreshments?”

She smiled, plucking a champagne glass off along with a few grapes and cheese slices. “Thanks Icon.”

“You’re welcome.” The tray wandered off and she walked over to where he was sitting down, silently reading through the reports.

“Find anything interesting?” she asked, popping a grape in her mouth as she nudged his elbow off the armrest to perch on it herself. His arm unconsciously rested around her waist, fingers brushing the side of her pants.

“Leonidovich is having a party tonight.”

(Y/N) hummed, watching as he clicked through the pictures of the party’s setup. “Big place. Open. Good for plain clothed security to get around in.” she narrowed her gaze. “This is the ball room of the Winter Nebula Hotel. Who’s renting out the penthouse?”

Ghost-Maker smirked. “Our host for the party.”

She nodded. “Then that’s where the real party is going to be tonight.” Glancing at him, she asked. “Any big ballers on the VIP list?”

“Oh, a few internationally wanted arms and drug dealers.” He looked at the screen. “Leonidovich picked up a new shipment of girls earlier. He’s probably going to make a deal with the dealers tonight in exchange for them.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I guess it’s time to put our noses to the grind then.” She shimmied off the seat and started towards the closet. “Have any dresses back here?”

“You’re going inside?” he questioned, almost sounding surprised.

“Well, you can’t go it,” she retorted. “Your wily ways of fucking and flying means that people know your face.”

“Half of it.”

(Y/N) stuck her head out from the curtain, neck, and shoulders bare. “You’re not going to go in without your mask on. We both know that.” She pulled back in, grunting and shuffling around until she was finished.

Pulling open the curtain, she stepped out in a thigh length white heart-bodice dress, form fitting to her body and off the shoulders. (Y/N) slipped in the black metal teardrop earrings. “Part of me wants to ask why you have female clothing in your closet, but the other part wants to ask why on God’s green earth do you have to buy everything in white.”

Her face pinched. “It’s sterile. At least paint some gray in here somewhere, Jesus.” Ghost-Maker merely chuckled at her complaints and stepped behind her, gently placing something around her neck. “What are you—”

He let the black necklace fall to her chest and gently grabbed her chin, the other plucking a small device from the tray that Icon had next to them. Maneuvering her head to the side, he reached up and stuck it behind her ear, snug and out of sight. “Your hair should cover it,” he said.

“What is ‘it’?” (Y/N) asked.

“Listening device.” Ghost-Maker nodded to the screen, and she looked over, seeing a black box on the screen with a marker that was ticking. He raised his fingers to her ear and snapped; the blue marker etched with the sound, and she couldn’t help but feel impressed.

“Nicely designed, Ghost.” She remarked, glancing back at him. “Get my invitation?”

“It’s printing.” He met her eyes. “You need to be careful.”

(Y/N) knew he was being serious, but she couldn’t help but mess with him a bit. She smirked. “Why, Ghost, are you worried that I can’t handle a bunch of international criminals by myself? Me? That mighty Widow-Maker?”

“I’m not worried about you.” He said, and it hurt a lot more than she expected it too. “But I’d be down a sparring partner if you got yourself killed.”

She blinked at him. “I’m not sure what’s more upsetting—that you only think of me as a sparring partner or that you legitimately think I can’t do this by myself.” (Y/N) tipped her head. “Ghost, I’ve got this.” He opened his mouth to say something, but she turned away, walking to the door. “Where will you be tonight?”

He watched her back. “I’ll be doing what I do best. Surveying until you get into the penthouse.”

“You can’t bust in until I get enough on Leonidovich to have him arrested.”

“I’m not going to arrest him, (Y/N).” She turned, staring at him, but she said nothing, and he cocked a brow. “You’re not going to stop me?”

Her gaze fell to the tile floor, and she shrugged. “I don’t think I can, even if I tried to.” She let out a breath and turned. “Good luck tonight.”

***

To a novice, the party would’ve just been a normal high-class function, but to her knowing eyes, both from her own billionaire life and her vigilantism, this party was crawling with criminals. She’d caught at least seven drug deals go down in the past five minutes since she walked in, and at least nine men went off with escorts.

She inconspicuously grabbed a champagne chute from a waiter’s tray and sipped it lightly, scanning the room for Leonidovich. He was in the corner of the room, sitting next to a few women who (Y/N) recognized from the missing persons in Gotham.

His eyes flashed to hers and she gave him a flirty wink, disappearing to the bar, knowing he was going to take the bait. Sure enough, a hand touched the small of her back and she hummed as his lips brushed her ear. “I wasn’t expecting a goddess like you to come to this party tonight.”

She smiled and leaned back into his chest. “This goddess goes where she pleases.” Tipping her head slightly, she caught his eye. “And where her boss will find the best deals.”

“Deals, hmm?” he hummed. “What kind of deals are you expecting?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Oh, the ones where lots of money is involved…and merchandise.”

He gazed at her for a few moments then murmured in her ear, “The code word for entrance to the penthouse is ‘подземный мир’.”

“I’ll remember.” Leonidovich pulled from her with a smile and disappeared into the crowd. Something made her want to shiver from disgust, but she concealed it, watching and waiting for him to enter the elevator.

When he did, she waited another few minutes before walking over to it; the security stopped her and she cocked a brow, muttering, “подземный мир.”

The two guards looked at each other then stepped aside, letting her into the elevator. Another guard was inside, and she smiled politely as she stepped in, glancing at the little panel as it blinked.

It dinged, signaling their arrival and when the doors opened, she was greeted by an extravagant penthouse. To her surprise, there weren’t many people inside, just Leonidovich and his personal entourage.

“Ah, you’ve come,” he greeted, holding out a hand.

She took it, letting him place a kiss to her knuckles. “I told you, this goddess goes where she pleases and where she’s needed.” Looking around, she murmured, “My boss would prefer our business done alone. Is that possible?”

The guards seemed to turn even frostier but Leonidovich merely chuckled, nodding his head as he let her go and gestured to a side door. “The office is just through those doors. We can draw up a contract.” He turned to his thugs. “Wait here.”

(Y/N) nodded, following him as he led her into the office, noting how he locked the door, and he motioned to a chair in front of the desk. “Please, sit.”

Taking her seat, she crossed a leg over her knee. “You wouldn’t happen to have something to drink, would you?”

“What can I offer you?”

“Vodka.”

He chuckled. “Ah, a woman after my own heart.” He waltzed over to the bar and poured them both glasses, walking back to hand her hers. “Here you are.”

(Y/N) took it and clinked her glass to his. “ваше здоровье.”

They both downed their glasses and for effect, she held her façade. “You speak and drink like a true daughter of Russia.”

She smiled. “I’ve had more than a few drinks with many sons of Russia.” Glancing out the window, she added, “My boss is interested in your inventory. A few of them actually.”

Leonidovich hummed, turning back to wander over to the drink counter. “Tell me about your boss.”

“He’s a multi-billionaire out of Hong-Kong. Made his fortune by building cell towers and selling opium on the side.”

“Opium is a highly sought-after drug.”

“That it is,” (Y/N) agreed. “He’s been branching out into Kolkata, wanting to get into the spice trade.” She gazed into her empty glass, staring at her reflection. “But the men over there want something in return…more than money, if you catch my drift.”

“I do.” He said, matter of factly. “Perhaps I can offer them something better.”

“And what would that be?” almost there. She thought, but she never expected—

“You.”

(Y/N) turned her head just as he swung his arm as hard as he could, the vodka bottle in his grasp. She barely even had time for her eyes to widen when it collided with her temple, shattering into a thousand shards, cutting deep into her skin.

She fell out of her seat and hit the ground, dazed and in a massive amount of pain. Reaching up, she felt the blood pouring from her head and she sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to wipe away the fluid from her eyes so she could see.

Of course, he didn’t give her time because he was pressing his knee into her back, fingers yanking the listening device from behind her ear. Leonidovich glared at it and smashed it between his fingers. “I know who you are working for. I’ve seen this tech before.”

(Y/N) rolled onto her back, throwing out her elbow, which to give her credit, she did catch him in the jaw, but he was quick to respond, punching her across the face. Blood pooled in her mouth, and she spat at him, then his hands were winding around her throat, squeezing tightly. It reminded her of the training in the Amazons where she had to learn to uncoil anacondas from her body.

His grip became tighter and tighter just like the reptiles and she bared her teeth as she tried to suck in air, digging her nails into the flesh of his hands, his wrists, anything she could scratch at. He was heavy enough that she couldn’t flip him and with the dress tight around her thighs, she couldn’t cock her legs up to his shoulders or waist to get any distance between them.

She gasped when he put his knee in her stomach and that was the last bit of air she had to hold in. Her lungs started burning, begging her for air she felt the panic starting to rise in her as she thrashed beneath him, trying to throw him just an inch, but nothing was working.

Dark spots started to ebb out from the corner of her vision and like the phrase had come alive, she saw every moment of her life flash before her eyes. Every wrong decision, every right one. Every goodbye, every hello. Every person she’d ever lost and every one she’d ever saved. Her nephews’ and nieces’ faces darted across her vision followed by Bruce’s and then his.

She didn’t want to die now. Not since he’d come back to see them after so long. She wanted to stay. Wanted to tell him she loved him, even if she knew he would never be able to feel the same. She wanted to live.

Gunshots sounded from the outside, but they were like whispers as her eyelids started to droop shut, brain fogging from the lack of oxygen. Her hands started to go slack as the door was kicked in and as her arms went limp, something damp splattered across her face and the weight of Leonidovich’s body fell away.

(Y/N) sucked in a lungful of air and rolled, with what strength she’d received from the freedom, over onto her side, coughing violently. Her head was swimming with pain and her brain felt like someone had taken a mallet to an overripe melon.

Someone gripped her shoulder and she screeched, flailing on them when they grabbed her wrists. “(Y/N). It’s me.” They pulled her against them, folding her to their chest and placed a hand to the back of her head. “You’re safe.”

Sandalwood and metal oil wafted up her nose and she heard the familiar hum of his suit. “K?” she breathed, terrified to pull away and look at him.

His thumb caressed the back of her head. “It’s me, (Y/N).”

Something broke inside her and she buried her face in his cloak, sobs wracking her body as she clung to him. Words passed her lips, and she wasn’t sure what she was saying but it didn’t matter because all she could think about was how he’d saved her in the nick of time. The man she’d turned her back on at twenty to go home with her brother, had saved her again.

***

When she awoke, she sat up straight in the bed, vaguely unaware of how she’d gotten there in the first place. She started to move when she heard, “I wouldn’t get up if I were you.”

Stilling, she looked over, seeing Ghost-Maker with a book in his hands. Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, one of his favorites. When they used to train together when they were children, they used to lie under the stars, and he’d tell her all about how each chapter in the book had been devoted to a different art of warfare; she loved how passionate he would get when he talked about it.

“What happened?” she asked, fingers twitching against her side where it had started to ache.

“You were found out and almost strangled to death in penthouse suit.” He snapped the book shut. “When the bug went down, I moved in and took care of the criminals in the suite before killing Leonidovich and saving your life.”

(Y/N) frowned as he set the book down and leaned over, checking inside the bandage that was wrapped around her head. “Thank you.” Her eyes found his behind his mask. “What happened after?”

“You don’t remember?” he inquired curiously, and she tried to shake her head, but his grip was firm, keeping her in place.

“No. I remember you saving me but everything after that is a giant blur.” Suddenly she felt too transparent and pulled from his hands, turning her back to him as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. She rested a split second and stood, though his earlier warning rang in her ears as her knees buckled beneath her, head swimming.

He was there in an instant, arms wrapped around her waist as he caught her, lowering her back onto the bed. “I told you not to move.”

(Y/N) grunted at him and when he moved to pull away, she held on, resting her head on his shoulder. “Just…wait, K.” She whispered softly. “Please, just a moment.”

Ghost-Maker didn’t move though she felt the way he tensed at the first letter of his name. “You called me ‘K’ back there too.”

“I was relieved to see you.”

“And what you said afterwards?” She fell silent. “You don’t remember, do you?”

(Y/N)’s lips pulled downwards. “I have an idea of what I said. But I doubt you’ve been oblivious to it all these years.”

“Why do you love me?” he inquired, and from the tone of his voice he was either genuinely curious or completely baffled, she was hoping for the former and not the latter.

She turned her head, ignoring the prickling of pain as her temple brushed his shoulder, and pressed her forehead into his neck. “Because you saw who I was when no one else did.” Tears started swimming in her vision, and she reached up, curling her hand in his suit jacket. “I love you because you’re you, K. Because you’re my oldest friend and the one who’s always known me.”

Ghost-Maker closed his hand around the one in his suit and fell silent for a long while and (Y/N) stayed quiet too, simply letting the tears fall from her cheeks to the skin of his collarbone, her lips quivering against his skin.

“I can’t love you the way you love me.” He finally admitted.

(Y/N) blinked the tears away, whispering, “I know.” She started to pull away from him, reaching up to wipe her eyes. “I’m sorry, K.” It was hard to look at him, but she managed it, barely. “Just…give me some time and let me work through all,” she gestured around herself, her heart, and her head. “This.”

“You’re not angry at me.” He remarked and her brows furrowed.

“Of course not. Why would I be?”

“Because I don’t feel what you do. Love.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh despite the heartache. “K, I’m not going to get angry because you don’t feel love.” She reached up and placed a hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing against the fabric he kept covering his nose and eyes. “I know that in your own way you do care. Even if it’s not love.” Her hand shifted and she ran her thumb over his lips. “I can live with that.”

Ghost-Maker slid his hand up the side of her neck, pulling her to him; he pressed his lips to hers and she closed her eyes, letting herself be lost in the bliss of the moment, if only for a moment, then she pulled away and opened her eyes, gazing at him.

She offered him a sad smile and managed to find her feet again, rising from the bed, leaving him there. “I’ll see you sometime soon, K.” she said, walking to the door.

“Do you want me to call Bruce to pick you up?”

“No. I’ll walk for a bit.” (Y/N) got to the door and stopped, pausing to look back at him. “K?”

He glanced over, meeting her gaze. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what my biggest regret is?”

“I don’t.”

(Y/N) grimaced. “It was leaving you.” Even behind his mask, she knew the surprise was in his eyes; she knew him that well. “And if I could do it all over again…I’d stay with you instead of getting on the plane that night.”

Ghost-Maker looked shocked for a moment, then it gave way to a smile. A real smile. One she hadn’t seen in years from him. “I think I would liked that.”

“Goodnight K.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Stay safe.”