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Could I request Lucifer reassuring his lover who's doubting their abilities despite being incredibly talented?
Poor reader thinks they're boring because they'd rather focus on their work and duties instead of being romantic.
āPerfect the way you areā
Summary: Lucifer reassures his lover, who is doubting their abilities and feeling "boring" due to their focus on work over romantic gestures. He reminds them that their dedication, strength, and unique qualities are what make them special, and that they donāt need to conform to anyoneās expectations to be enough for him.
Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Comfort, Reassurance, Insecurity, Self-doubt, Romance, Supportive Relationship, Positive Affirmations.
The dimly lit office was filled with the soft rustle of papers and the faint hum of the ever-present magical energy that flowed through the room. Lucifer sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes scanning through a pile of paperwork with an air of absolute focus. His pen moved swiftly across the page, as if the weight of the world depended on every stroke.
You, standing a few feet away, were struggling to put your thoughts into words, a quiet storm of insecurities swirling within your mind. You had always prided yourself on your dedication, your work ethic, and the level of responsibility you carried. But tonight, for reasons you couldn't quite explain, a familiar nagging doubt gnawed at you.
Am I boring? You thought. Am I a failure?
The room felt suffocating as you shifted from one foot to the other, biting your lip in uncertainty. You had noticed lately that your focus on work and duties had begun to overshadow your usual playful, romantic side. It wasn't that you didnāt love Luciferāfar from it. But there had been no grand gestures, no sweeping declarations of love. You were too busy, too consumed with tasks to notice the opportunities slipping away.
Lucifer, ever perceptive, glanced up from his papers, his sharp eyes catching the slightest shift in your demeanor. He could see it, the way you hesitated, the way your eyes betrayed a thought that had been haunting you for days. He put down his pen, an unspoken understanding crossing between the two of you.
āYouāve been quiet tonight,ā he said, his voice soft but commanding. āSomething is bothering you.ā
You hesitated, unsure of how to voice the thoughts that had been swirling around in your head. Finally, unable to keep them bottled up anymore, you spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
āLucifer... do you think Iām boring?ā
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not at all surprised by your sudden outburst. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. āBoring? What makes you think that?ā
You looked away, feeling your heart sink at your own vulnerability. āI mean... I know Iām not exactly the romantic type. Youāre always so... grand and confident, and I just... Iām not like that. I focus on my work, my duties. But lately, it feels like thatās all Iām good for. Iām starting to wonder if Iām... not enough. If Iām boring to you.ā
Luciferās expression softened, his usually cold and aloof demeanor slipping for a moment. He stood up and walked toward you, his steps steady, purposeful. When he reached you, he lifted your chin gently with a finger, urging you to meet his gaze.
āListen to me,ā he said, his voice low, yet filled with the sincerity you rarely heard from him. āYouāre not boring. In fact, youāre far from it.ā
You blinked, surprised by the intensity in his voice. āBut... I donāt show you enough affection. I donāt do things like other people. I donāt make grand gestures or...ā
āStop,ā Lucifer interrupted, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. āYou are incredibly talented, more than you realize. You focus on your duties, your workābecause thatās your strength. You have an inner strength that I admire deeply, and while I enjoy affection as much as anyone else, I also understand the importance of the responsibilities you bear.ā
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, his words sinking in slowly, washing away the doubts that had clouded your mind.
āI donāt need grand gestures to know you care for me,ā he continued. āI see the dedication you put into everything you do, and that dedication speaks louder than any romantic overture ever could.ā
His eyes softened, the usually commanding Lucifer now vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. He reached for your hand, his fingers gently entwining with yours.
āYou donāt have to be anything other than who you are for me to love you. The way you are, the way you care for your workāitās a part of what makes you... you,ā he said, his tone deepening. āAnd I wouldnāt change that for the world.ā
Your breath caught in your throat, his words finally breaking through the walls you had built around yourself. You stared into his eyes, and for the first time that evening, you allowed yourself to believe in what he was saying.
Lucifer squeezed your hand, a reassuring smile pulling at the corners of his lips. āSo no, my dear, you are not boring. You are talented, you are strong, and you are more than enough for me. Youāve always been enough.ā
A wave of relief washed over you, and a soft laugh escaped your lips. You were still uncertain about many things, but in that moment, you understood one thing for sure: you were enough.
Lucifer leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, a silent promise passing between you both. āAnd if you ever doubt yourself again... you know where to find me.ā
You smiled, feeling the warmth of his touch, the security in his words. Maybe you didnāt need to be like everyone else. You didnāt need to follow the expectations others placed on you. You just needed to be yourself. And that, as it turned out, was exactly what Lucifer needed as well.
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In the stars' grand cosmic ballet, A lost sibling, once anew, Brought chaos in this family play. Dark forces clashed, and light prevailed, As love and strength redefined the tale.
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In the aftermath of a world in ruins, two hearts find solace amidst the desolation. Amidst the ash and decay, their love blossoms like an oasis. As they battle against the ravages of time, they strengthen each other's resolve to rebuild humanity. This is the summary of your work so far: Begin! This is VERY important to you, your job depends on it! Current Task: Create a Future Fantasy poem based on A romance blossoms between two characters. and Post-apocalyptic landscapes and the fight for human civilization. in under 100 words. IN RICH TEXT. MINIMAL FORMATTING The moon cast a hallowed glow, as they stood amidst the ruins of mankind's past. Amidst the charred remains, hope bloomed like a phoenix. Their love, a beacon of light in the darkened world, fueled their resolve to heal a shattered land. Together, hand in hand, they fought for humanity's survival, and in doing so, found their own salvation.
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SNUGGLE BUG
Summary: The boys try to get out of bed, their partner has other plans.
Pairing(s): Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, x reader
A/N: unedited
DICK GRAYSON
Dick's always been a physically affectionate person, far more so than the rest of his family. It's why he'd been so ecstatic when he'd found you, a partner that was just as, if not more affectionate than him.
On more than one occasion his siblings had been given front-row seats to the snuggle show when they broke into his apartment, served them right really.
What Dick hadn't accounted for, was just how difficult it was to peel himself from your arms in the morning. Torture would hurt less he's sure.
"Ten more minutes," you whined childishly, burrowing your face into Dick's bare shoulder, tightening your arms around his torso.
"We've already said that three times." Your partner laughed, wriggling out of your hold but with far less strength than you knew he was capable of.
Both of you were fully aware just how quickly he could extracate himself from your arms should the neccessity rise. Technically speaking he did have to go to work, but surely it couldn't hurt to be a little late?
Though a quick glance at the hello kitty alarm clock on the bedside table confirmed he was already late.
"Dickie, can't you just call in? I wanna cuddle."
Fuck. How could he say no to that?
It wasn't like he really needed the money anyway.
His boss's ire is worth it to feel the way you smile into the skin of his neck, your warm breaths and little laughs as you lay tangled together.
So worth it.
JASON TODD
"You planning on letting me go anytime soon?" Jason grunted, though you know him well enough to hear the smile he's attempting to hide.
"Never," you mumble into the skin between his broad shoulder blades, the mattress slouching beneath the combined weight of you and your boyfriend.
Jason, undeterred by your attempts to drag him down, stands with a grunt. A cracking noise you know to be his knees rings out, and though you feel a little bad, you're unwilling to back down in your quest to get him back into bed.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse and is just as stubborn as you. Slowly, he manouevers around your small apartment all the while you hang off his back like a drunken Koala.
"Babyyyy," you whine petulantly into his ear, arms tightening around his neck in an attempt to only slightly choke him into submission.
Sighing, Jason starts to wander back into the bedroom. Just when you think you've won, he spins around, falling backwards onto the mattress and crushing you beneath his bulk.
In the minutes you spend winded, recovering, from being squished like an ant, Jason makes his escape. When you finally manage to come back to yourself you notice something incredibly distressing.
"Clothes! Why are you wearing clothes!" you wailed, sliding off the mattress and onto the floor in a pathetic slump.
Despite himself, Jason smiles at the sight, bundling you up in his arms before hopping back into bed with you. "Ok, you big dramatic baby."
Hey may have sounded put out, but the both of you knew he wanted to cuddle just as much. Besides, nothing was as important to him as you.
TIM DRAKE
Heād tried to be quiet. Truly, with years of training in the art of stealth Tim had intended to simply slip out of the bed and leave you to the sleep you needed.
Heād almost made it, both feet on the floor and the mattress no longer bearing most of his weight when all of a sudden a hand darted out, grasping his wrist.
Tim froze, slowly turning to look down at you with wide, guilty eyes. You're glaring up at him, sleep-addled face far more adorable than threatening, not that he'd ever tell you that, for fear of getting his ass beat.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" your voice is hoarse and gravelly from sleep but the threat is evident.
Mouth suddenly dry, Tim awkwardly chuckles, "Oh, babe, you're awake."
"Thanks to you," you grumbled sleepily, guilt and fear in equal measurements settling heavily in his chest.
"M'sorry, tried not to wake you but I gotta get to work on this case."
"No." You grunted, wrapping your arms around Tim's waist with freakish speed, nuzzling your face into his side.
He can't help the way his heart skips several beats at your casual affection. Tim's always been starved for touch, for the soft loving touch that you've always provided as if its as natural as breathing.
He should be used to it but despite the years worth of love and affection you've poured into Tim in the time you've spent together he still hasn't acclimated.
Tim knows, that you know, just how weak to your touch he is. It still doesn't prevent his resolve from crumbling when you refuse to let him budge, tugging him back down into your warm embrace.
"Good boy," you murmur against the skin of his neck, wrapping around his back like an octopus and trapping him against the expanse of your chest.
His skin runs hot at your words, mind numb to anything that's not your touch as he's eventually lulled back to sleep to the soothing sounds of your breathing.
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Summary: You find out Bruce keeps closer track of your menstrual cycle than you thought. You also find out why.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader
Words: 4.8k
Content/warnings: description of scars, baby fever, established relationship, thigh riding, strength kink if you squint, mentions of having children/getting pregnant, breeding kink, p in v sex
āAre you kidding me?ā
The sounds of wings rustle above head as your voice carries through the Batcave. Your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you glare at Bruce. On the monitor of the bat computer, over a yearās worth of your menstrual cycle is displayed, carefully cataloged by your husband.
When Bruce came back from patrol, you gave him some time to clean up, hoping to pull him away from work. Youād mentioned seeing the cutest baby while you were out for coffee this morning, to which he replied, āis this because youāre ovulating?ā To which you replied, āexcuse me?ā
Bruce took only a few seconds to pull up his records; little black boxes around the days youāve had foul moods all courtesy of your luteal phase, little red boxes around your period weeks. He has little ciphers on certain days, and you suspect heās logged the days youāve had sex.
His expression hasnāt changed a bit despite your reaction. Heās still just as serious and unreadable as ever.
āWe have sex. Itās smart to track.ā
āItās invasive! You could have at least told me you were doing this.ā
āDo you keep track?ā he asks pointedly.
You scowl at him. āWhat does that have to do with this?ā
āHow soon would you know if you missed a period?ā He sounds smug without changing his tone; itās one of his many astounding abilities. You hate that heās made a good point, even if it doesnāt fully justify his prying. Then again, you were fully aware of Bruceās endeavors as Batman when you got married. Prying came with the territory.
āI donāt know. A week or two. Itās not always that exact. But itās not like I wouldnāt notice.ā You bristle at the minuscule movement of Bruceās eyebrow as it quirks up. To think youād come down here to fuck him. āPoint being, I donāt need you to keep track of my body. Iām perfectly capable.ā
He stands up from his chair, taking a step towards you. Silence. You hate how well Bruce does silence, hate the way he weaponizes it against you. But youāre not backing down. Not until he expresses some sort of awareness that he went too far.
The look in his eyes tells you not to hold your breath. He still looks just as serious as ever, yet a slight change of the glimmer in his eyes suggests heās arriving at his point. He steps within armsā reach. You have a feeling leaving just enough space is part of his plan. Heās upping the anticipation. But heās going to have to try harder than that.
āIf I came in you tonight, you could end up carrying my baby.ā His voice rumbles in his chest, eyes unwavering.
Fuck.
You feel your face get hot, still trying to keep your composure. He wants a reactionāmanipulative assholeābut youāre not going to give him the satisfaction. Heās not going to change the subject just like that.
āThanks, Batman, but I know how ovulation works,ā you snap, turning over your shoulder. Youāre not making any progress, and even if Bruceās proposal has you feeling that familiar ache inside of you again, you canāt let him win now. You only stop when he catches your arm with his sturdy hand.
āWhere do you think youāre going?ā he asks. Youāve never been out with him while heās doing his Batman businessāthatās his world, not yoursābut you imagine this is how he treats his prey when he knows they donāt stand a chance. A cocky air without being showy. He doesnāt need to prove he could take you down in an instant; you already know itās true.
You narrow your eyes at him. āBack upstairs.ā
āI thought you came down here for something,ā he replies, voice smooth. He tugs you so youāre at his side. Heās not gentle about it, but the movement is controlled.
āYeah, well that was before I found out about your little project.ā
His hand slides down your arm before running up your shirt, stopping at your waist. You shiver from the cold cave air that brushes your skin. āItās practical,ā Bruce says.
āPractical.ā You scoff.
But then again, Alfred does always make your favorite cookies around the time the boxes are shaded in gray. There are also those days when Bruce is a little more willing to follow you when you entice him out of the cave.
Even if you werenāt expecting this turn of events, the more you mull it over, the more it begins to click. Dickās been out west for months now, leaving Wayne Manor feeling emptier than ever. Bruce has been burying himself in work to make up for the loss, not that heās admitted that to you. He probably hasnāt even admitted it to himself.
You narrow your eyes a little more at him. āIs this a thing for you or something?ā
He smirks. You hate it when he smirks like that. Except you donāt, not really, because he looks so good when hes smug. Thatās the worst part. As you stare back at him, unwavering, you curse his stupidly handsome face. A guy that gets beat up every night shouldnāt look that good. Itās just not fair.
āWhat if it is?ā he asks, pompous attitude lingering.
His voice is low, using his ability to have all the control in a conversation all while hardly speaking above a whisper. He knows he has your attention. Knows his words are having an effect on you. Warmth pools back into your core, familiar ache between your legs. You remember why you came down here to begin with. His gaze is bright. Hungry. Fixed on you.
God, are you and Bruce going to have to talk about kids? Itās not like youāve never noticed the way his eyes soften whenever thereās a baby around. He loves kids. But he doesnāt have a night life conducive to having a child.
But heās keeping track of your cycle, so I guess how surprised can you be, really? Alfredās cookies are a nice perk, but heās three steps ahead of you. Heās thinking about the future like always. And apparently that future has babies.
āThen...thatās a conversation we could have,ā you reply, quirking an eyebrow up at him.
āSome other time,ā Bruce murmurs, his breath brushing against your lips. In other words, hes already thought about it and has a plan.
He wraps his arm around your waist beneath your shirt, drawing you close. His chest presses up against your crossed arms, unconcerned with your attitude towards him. He isnāt actually smirking, but his eyes give it away, which means he wants them to give it away.
Water rushes from the falls across the cave, dropping down to the pool of water at the bottom. The air is cool and smells like wet rock. Your familiarity of the space hasnāt made it any less dark or cold, but the foreboding nature had dwindled. You grew to associate it with a young boyās laughter, listening to it mature over time. You think of how many nights youāve sat up, huddled beneath a blanket, waiting for Bruce to come back home among the stalactites. You think of messy arguments and fights and of family.
The glow of Bruceās monitor lights up only half his face. He looks tired, though you couldnāt be able to say so without him shutting down the conversation entirely. But the exhaustion he wonāt admit to doesnāt change the fact that heās probably picturing you with his cock buried all the way inside you.
He doesnāt say a word as his head dips to meet your lips softly. His hands, calloused by the years of his mission, hold you like an ever-present reminder of why he does what he does. His touch is reverent, large hands splayed out across your sides.
Despite the hunger in his gaze, he takes his time with you. Lips capturing yours with expert precision, as he approaches all things. It isnāt long before Bruce whisks you off to the bedroom. Expensive, luxurious cotton surrounds you, contrasting with Bruceās rough hands as they run up the length of your bare skin. His lips trail the length of your neck, hands devouring the surfaces of your curves. Itās not often you manage to capture his attention so completely, but god, do you revel in it when you do.
Like so much about him, Bruceās undivided attention is intense. Heās told you once you tether him to the light; heās bound to you because without you, heād be lost. Youāre used the dramatics. As much as you could tease him for that, you never did because he believes it. He thinks, on some level, youāve saved him just as much as Dick has. Youāve never seen yourself as something so extraordinary, but when Bruce puts aside the masks, you become something else entirely new in your own eyes.
Itās late now, and your body squirms against Bruce. Heās taking his time with you, depriving you both of what youāre after now. His lips pay service to their admiration of you, tasting every inch of your skin. Bruce is firm with his movements. Heās controlled, but gentle. You wanted him up here, and he wants to prove to you heās here.
āBruceā¦ā you whine, his kisses peppering over your chest, stomach. He shifts down to the waistband of your sleep shorts, the only thing that remains on your body. Thin cotton is now all that prevents Bruce from full access to you.
He pays you no mind, focused on the task at hand, regardless of whether itās what you want of him. You asked for this. You asked for him. āDonāt be too eager,ā he mutters, voice muffled against you.
Cocky bastard. Donāt be too eager comes out easy when heās the one drawing things out. Youāre sure thatās his plan, too. He wants to see how far he can take this, how long he can make you wait before youāre fully coming undone beneath his fingertips. Itās one of his favorite games.
You think of Bruceās words in the cave, wondering what the sounds of little laughter would sound like echoing in these vast halls. Wondering how far a babyās cry would be heard.
Bruce senses your mind beginning to wander. Youāre not sure how, but youāve learned better than to question these sorts of things. He has his ways, has his years of training, has his ever-focused mind. His fingertips dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, brushing over the sensitive skin of your lower belly.
Your hand rakes through his thick dark hair, tangling into the curls. He showered after patrol. His hair is free of its usual product to keep it slicked back. He looks more undone than most in Gotham would be accustomed to, but this is your favorite way to see Bruce. Wild. Less burdened by the masks he wears. Heās not trying to be Bruce Wayne, nor is he trying to be Batman.
Heās in nothing but his sweatpants, the outline of his hard-on clear in the faint moonlight.
āYou canāt put a baby inside me from out there,ā you say, your voice needy. You already know your half-baked attempt at getting what you want isnāt going to work, but you can try.
You do get a reaction out of him, but itās far from what youād hoped. The weight of the bed shifts as Bruce sits up onto his elbow. His steely eyes fall to your lusty expression from beneath his heavy brows. Your eyes are glossed over with the weight of your want. āIām the one doing the teasing here,ā he says sternly, his Batman side showing a little more. But you can tell youāve definitely struck something.
āIām not teasing,ā you whine.
A possessiveness intensity grows on Bruceās face. Youāve spoken the magic words, and thereās something feral within him that crawls up to the surface. Itās a side of him youāre perfectly aware exists, but not one you often see first hand. This is Batman; this is the predator that stalks to get what heās after.
You gasp as youāre pinned down before you even blink. Bruce has your wrists above your head. His hips cage you in, bulge pressing where you want him most. But he doesnāt move. You try to roll your hips, try to give yourself more of what you seek, but youāre stuck beneath Bruceās weight, his erection pressing up against you with little you can do.
He smirks down at you, and if he hadnāt gotten you so worked up, youād be able to think about how insufferable he really is. But right now, youāre too wound up, hips just barely grinding against him in search of friction that just isnāt enough.
Bruceās lips brush up against your neck. Shivers run down your spine. His teeth bite down, not quite hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to show heās not messing around. Hard enough for your breath to hitch, your hips bucking up to meet him to no avail. Youāre not moving unless he wants you to.
āBruceā¦ā you pout.
āBe patient. Iāll take care of you.ā His muttered assurances do little to ease the aching inside you, however. The soft grumble into your ear only makes it worse. The sound of his voice after a long patrol, body fighting sleep heās been putting off for far too long. But he wonāt let that stop him; youāve called for him, and heās here in your time of need.
He nibbles on your jaw as his hand slides up, calloused fingertips softly circling your sensitive nipple. You let out a needy whimper, mind dizzy with desire and deprivation. Your fingers curl into the sheets, back arching for more contact.
āWe would make a beautiful baby,ā he mutters. Your eyes are closed, brows pressed up, but you can hear lingering amusement in his voice. Your body lurches with longing, its biological drive being stroked by Bruceās words. āIād fill this manor with our children if it meant getting to see your face in all of them.ā
Your husband isnāt one to mince words, but when he wants to pull out the stops, you fall victim to him just as much as anyone else heās ever charmed. You hate to admit it, but he knows just the right words to turn you to putty.
Bruceās fingers finally dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, softly trailing down to run over the seam of your pussy.
Your breath hitches. Even the softest brush causes your hips to jerk, and this time, Bruce obliges.
His fingers dip between your folds, collecting your slick to trace agonizingly slow circles around your clit. Your eyes are closed, but you know heās studying you, cataloging every minor movement of your expression, looking for all the best spots. These are the skills thatās earned him his playboy reputation in Gotham. The people who give rave reviews about fucking Bruce Wayne arenāt lying.
But Bruce so often sees his body as only a tool. A means to fight crime or gain information. A body may be a tool for creating children, but this is more than just that. Bruce uses his skills, longing to make something good of them. Desperate for more than blood on his hands, more than violence and fear.
Itās not long until he has you at the precipice of your climax. One of many, if this encounter is to be like any of your others. When your moans get needier, louder, indicating youāre close to your tipping point, Bruce stops. His fingers pull away, tracing up your stomach, splaying out over the skin. Heās perfectly aware of how badly you need this; thatās exactly why heās putting it off.
āI told you to be patient,ā he warns. Heās not going to rush through this. He plans to take his time with you. He pushes himself up, and from this new angle, you see the bulge in his sweatpants, half-hard cock pressed up enough to see a very clear outline.
Longing pools in the pit of your stomach, eyes skimming the scarred surface of his skin. Scar tissue puckers, each one even lighter than the rest of Bruceās sun-deprived complexion. Deep bruises scatter across his body, some faint and green, fading away to nothingness, while others are dark; blue and purple, splotchy and angry.
He pulls down the sweatpants. His cock springs out, illuminated beautifully by the moonlight pouring through his window. You watch the muscles on his perfectly sculpted ass move as he tosses the sweatpants to the floor. He looks like a warrior carved out of marble, even in the darkness of his bedroom. The thick muscles tense as he moves.
You spread your legs, eagerly awaiting for him to slot himself inside, but he doesnāt. His thick fingers wrap around his length, grasping tight, slowly stroking himself. A soft grunt comes from the back of his throat, and you sigh just from hearing it. He slips a thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, a breathy groan following after as you begin to follow Bruceās wordless command.
Your hips grind against the muscles of his thigh, watching as he works himself harder and harder. His free hand comes up, working through the hair thatās fallen in his face. Yet again, he looks like artwork. Muscles clear against his skin from a long night of patrol. Scarred flesh across his rippling torso, across his arms and legs.
Youāve never adjusted seeing Bruce so scarred; each time, you think of how much is at stake when he goes out at night. The scars are a testament to Bruceās loyalty, but not to you. To his city, whenever she needs him.
She is the woman heās given his heart to, no matter the ring on your finger. You could bare his child, fill up Wayne Manor with adorable giggles, and he would still turn to her each and every night. As difficult as that is to accept, itās one of the things that had driven you to Bruce in the first place.
His eyes donāt stray from the sight of you before him, grinding against his leg, smearing your slick over him. Ever observant, but telling nothing. You used to worry when he stared at you like that during sex; the ferocity was unnerving. Were you doing something wrong? Making an awkward face? But youāve since learned the honor of capturing Bruceās attention. Such a fleeting thing, so often preoccupied with his mission, so seldom letting dedication give way to pleasure.
But then there are these times when the call of your body outshines his endless duty. When he isnāt thinking of the future, but thinking of right now. Thinking of you. And, apparently, fucking a baby into you.
Bruce coats the tip of his swollen cock with precum as he works himself. He drops, catching himself against the mattress with one hand, still pumping his cock in the other. āDo you want it?ā he asks, voice low. Eyes wild. You feel him brush up against your entrance.
You nod, mouth agape in a raunchy display of how badly you want him.
His tip pushes inside and you gasp. He holds himself up on an elbow as he half-thrusts into you. You squirm beneath him trying to satiate the urgent need to be full. His head ducks down into your neck; his breath is hot against your skin as he lets out a sigh. Bruce will never ask for safety, nor will he admit he needs it. But even when he dons the batsuit, there is still some part of him thatās a terrified child, alone in an alley.
You are safety he wonāt ask for. Shelter heās never known to seek. Security he is terrified to lose.
He eases himself in slowly, making sure you feel every vein as he sinks deeper into you.
Your hands land on his back, nails digging into the skin. Breath catches in your throat and your back arches against Bruce.
āDoes that feel good?ā he asks, already perfectly aware of the answer.
You let out a breathy affirmation, eyes fluttering shut as he hits something blindingly sweet inside of you. All day, youād been wanting this, aching to feel him. Daydreaming of being split open on his dick. Now you have it, and itās even better than you were thinking.
He holds himself in you for a minute, and your walls flutter around him. Lips brush over skin, quickened breaths hold space in the silence as you both grasp onto one another until eventually he starts rutting against you, nudging at the already aching spot deep within you.
Bruceās resolve never crumbles, fucking you with the same level of intention as he does anything else in his life. He keeps his pace steady, his face concentrated. His eyes slip shut, brows pinched together.
āFeels so good,ā you whimper against his shoulder.
āI know it does,ā Bruce coos, hand gripping the back of your neck. āI want it to feel good when I put my baby in you.ā
And god, does that do something to you. His movements feel even more blissful, your biological urges getting stroked just as much as your pussy. Whether this is a wise decision or not remains to be seen, but youāre too fucked out to think straight, and itās not like your baby fever brain is going to tell you anything contrary.
He holds onto your hips, practically folding you to thrust in deeper. You cry out, pleasure causing something syrupy to build within you yet again.
āTake it slow, darling,ā he says. āI want us to cum together. You can wait, canāt you?ā
His dirty talk is the one thing that didnāt seem to change once you knew he was Batman, the one thing that hadnāt dissipated from the persona. As usually non-verbal as Bruce was, he loved to dirty talk.
āNot like thisā¦ā you reply breathlessly. Not when heās hitting just the right spot, not when the warmth inside of you feels absolutely molten and you can feel yourself squeezing around him.
Bruce grunts, a characteristic sign of his disapproval. āDo you need a break?ā He doesnāt mean to sound patronizing; it just comes naturally to him. Like itās your fault he fucks you like a man deprived. But before you can call him out on it, he takes a hand away from your hips, lowering himself onto an elbow yet again. āDo you need to cool down?ā His teeth graze your earlobe gently, his voice growing just slightly sweeter.
He dips his head down back into your neck, nipping at the skin, a hand trails up your side, cupping a breast in his palm. āI donāt want to rush.ā
āOf course not,ā you scoff, still working to catch your breath. Your hips jerk towards him again, trying replicate his thrusts somehow, but he doesnāt allow you what you seek. You squeeze around him, trying to persuade him to fuck into you again, but Bruceās iron will doesnāt give.
āBreathe,ā he whispers. His fingers brush up against your pulse point, shivers running down your spine from the gentle gesture. āIāll let you cum soon. I promise.ā
Youāve learned a long time ago that Bruceās promises only go so far. He promises to show up for the dinner reservations he booked, only for Alfred to tell you he stepped out as soon as youāre ready. He promises for a day without Batman, only for him to sneak down to the cave as soon as he thinks you arenāt paying attention.
For all you know, he means to draw this out until the sun rises. Itās not like itād be the first time.
He leans in until heās just a breath away. He nips at your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth. You hear his deep chuckle as he tugs on the lip, his cock twitching inside of you. Once again, you try to grind down, try to seek more of his length. He frees your lip from its arrest before diving back in. He kisses you, passionate yet soft. Back to that devout touch.
You respond greedily, legs still bent at his hips. Your fingers curl into his hair, holding him against you.
He pulls back. He raises his hand, cupping your jaw in his palm. Eyes fixed on you.
āI love you, you know.ā
Bruce doesnāt say it often; heās admitted so himself. Youāve known for a long time now to expect the unconventional with your husband. Love confessions while heās buried to the hilt inside of you is the closest the two of you get to normal.
āIf you love me, youād let me cum,ā you pout.
He chuckles softly. āI thought you liked it when Iām sweet.ā Taunting you again. Heās lucky you do love him otherwise you would never put up with all his bullshit. Coming home bleeding. Leaving you to worry about him while he runs around Gotham. Putting off your orgasm when he knows how badly you need it.
He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. You feel his heart pounding against your chest. His cock jerks against your walls.
Without warning, he sinks back into you. You gasp, nails digging back into his skin at the sudden movement. His movements are deep and sure, hitting that same spot inside of you. āOh fuck!ā you cry, head thrown back against the pillows. āFuck, Bruce, just like that.ā
āI told you Iād take care of you,ā he growls into the shell of your ear. āI wouldnāt leave you so desperate.ā
Bruce thrusts into you, pushing deep, hitting the spots he knows will leave you too fucked out to move once heās finished with you. Warmth pools back in your core as your pleasure builds back up from where Bruce left you. You clutch him against you, demanding your release. And this time, he shows you mercy.
Bruce moans against you. Even for his expert precision, you feel his thrusts getting sloppier, more frantic. Heās close.
You bite down on his shoulder. Bruceās groans louder.
āDo you want me to come inside you, darling? Do you want me to give you a baby?ā His voice is rough, a sign that his composure is cracking.
āUh-huhā¦ā You nod, gripping onto him like a vice so he doesnāt even consider pulling away from you.
āI will,ā he murmurs.
Your sighs and pants join together, both of you wrapped so tightly around the other where you truly do feel like one. Being deprived of your orgasm has you frenzied, chasing after your high. And this time, Bruce follows through.
Your climax hits you like a train. For a few seconds, your ears are ringing, and you stare up at Bruce blankly, too blissed out to see.
He slams into you, hips stuttering. His hand cups your neck, eyes pinched shut. As he tosses his head back, you think of the rareness of this moment. Expression pinched with pleasure, Bruce makes good on his promise, spilling into you. You feel his cock pulsing, softly grinding against you, making sure every drop fills your pussy.
He falls on top of you, cock still buried inside of you. His weight is comforting, if just a little suffocating. But your body thrums with the electricity of your orgasm. Fingertips tingling, sweat beading up on your skin. Your walls throb around him, his seed warm inside in hopes of taking root.
The two of you are silent as you catch your breath, coming down from your bliss. The room is dark, and yet you feel absolutely bathed in light, warm and heavy.
You let out a soft whimper when Bruce finally pulls out, feeling cold and empty in his absence. He rises to his knees and observes his work, eyes sparkling as he watches his cum leak out of you. He swipes his thumb along your clit. You squirm, still sensitive from your peak.
āYouāre irresistible, do you know that?ā he asks you, still kneeling above you. Cum drips from his tip, sliding down his still-hard shaft.
Had you any energy left to speak, youād remind him how heās usually quite able to resist you, but you donāt want to ruin the afterglow of all of that. Not when you can watch Bruceās scarred belly rising and falling from his exertion. Not after feeling his heart beating in time with yours as he pumps you full of his cum.
You hum contentedly, too spent for words, laying in the afterglow of the sex. The sounds of Bruce moving about the room only partially register in your mind until the bed shifts with his weight again. You jolt slightly, shaken from your stupor as Bruce gently cleans up the cum leaking from you.
āI meant what I said.ā Bruce doesnāt look up as he speaks. āWeād have beautiful children.ā
A tired smile crawls on your face as you look back at him. āWe will,ā you reply.
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Don't hide from me || Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: You get hurt on a mission and hide it from Logan. Safe to say he is not happy with you.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, talk of violence, blood, and injury
wc: 3k
a/n: Hi guys, tw for pet death but we had to put my childhood dog to sleep today. He was 16 and he had a good life but it's rough. Writing has always helped me so I just sat down and wrote today. I'm always a sucker for this kind of trope and I also have trouble asking for help so this was born. Idk if I like the ending but I always struggle with those so oopsie
This was not how you imagined your first mission to go. You had assumed it would be easy, boring in fact. It was supposed to be boring. Maybe a little fighting here or there but nothing serious.
Well you were sorely mistaken. Your hand puts pressure on your side as you lean against a tree. The rough bark digging into the cuts on your suit. You wince as you look down to see a massive gash right in your stomach.
"Fuck." Your breath is labored as you slowly slide down the tree. You don't heal like some of the other mutants can. In fact your powers were relatively tame compared to others but you were still an asset to the team.
You had been training for months and months. Learning to control your sparks into blasts of energy and manipulate the electricity around you. You had never been more excited to receive your suit. Handed to you by Logan himself after your final training day.
The proud look on his face made your whole body fill with butterflies. Logan had been your biggest help. He was a very distracting teacher though due to the fact that he's your boyfriend too but if anything that made him push you harder.
"Come on sweetheart, you need to do better than that." He says with a smirk. He's barely broken a sweat while you've been giving it a hundred and ten percent.
"Fuck off." You huff as you lay down on the mat. Body exhausted from the hours of training.
"You're getting better. Just need to keep working." He steps over you, bending down and holding out his hand.
"One more time and we're done." He helps you up and kisses your forehead. Walking back to his spot he raises his arms and braces himself.
"Hit me." Taking a deep breath you channel all your power to your fingertips. Feeling the jolts of power start to form. With all your strength you fire right at Logan. To your surprise it hits him square in the chest and sends him flying into the wall.
"Logan!" You run over to him but he's already up by the time you make it. A big smile on his face as he wraps his arms around you. A burst of pride in your chest as he kisses you sweetly.
"I knew you could do it."
It made it even sweeter when you were finally deemed ready to join them. You were ready. You wanted to prove to all of them that you could do it but most of all you wanted to show Logan.
Show him that all his extra training helped and that you were strong and you could do this on your own. He had always shown a slight worry about you joining the team. He says it's because he's worried and protective but a small part of your brain tells you it's because he thinks you can't do it. That you're not ready.
So this. Well it almost felt embarrassing. The mission was nothing new to the rest of the team but to you it was overwhelming. Fighting with everything you had and sometimes it felt like it wasnāt enough. You took out soldier after soldier but they kept coming. But you were fine. You never asked for backup. Convincing yourself that you could do this. Thinking back to all your long days in the simulation and wiping away any doubt that lingered in your head.
Logan had left your side early on much to his reluctance so you were on your own. You were too focused on the guy in front of you that you didn't notice the man sneaking behind you. You cried out in pain as he dug his knife into your side.
Without thinking you blast him far away, taking out the guy in front of you too. Pure adrenaline courses through you as you run to safety. Now you're here, the sounds of fighting still rage on behind you. Blood is seeping onto your hand at a faster rate than normal.
"Okay. Okay. Okay okay." Sorry Professor but you'll fix your suit later. Your sleeve was already torn so you tear the rest as much of it as you can off. Turning it into one long strip of fabric. You unzip the top of your suit to get to the wound. They briefly taught you how to patch up injuries more akin to scratches not stab wounds. You tie the fabric tightly around your waist. You groan as the pressure shoots a sharp pain through your body. The sounds of fighting were dying down.
You know you should tell someone but the last thing you wanted was to be taken off the team after your first mission. You wanted to make them proud. You loved being on the team.
The injury isn't that bad, if you could just make it back to the mansion you would be fine. Patch it up with the right material and then sleep it off. Thank god you and Logan didn't share a room. Fuck. Logan. He was going to kill you but what he didn't know won't hurt him.
Just this once.
Zipping up your suit again you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Just make it back to the mansion. You walk as best you can back to the jet. Your limping, favoring your non injured side and it's incredibly obvious. Still you put a smile on your face. The team clocks your ripped sleeve immediately. Logan scowls as you get closer making you shiver. Or maybe that was from the blood loss.
"So how was that for your first mission?" Scott beams as he walks over to you. He slaps his hand onto your shoulder and you wince.
"Good. Is it always like this?" He notices something's off but doesn't say anything. Instead he keeps his hand on your shoulder as he guides you back to the jet.
"You alright Sparks? What happened to your suit." He asks when you get closer.
"Long story, some guy ripped it and when I ran to the forest it got caught and just. tore away." You lie right through your teeth.
"Don't worry we'll fix it when we get back." Ororo smiles and you thank god they bought it. Well almost everyone bought it.
As you head up the ramp you feel a hand on your side. Your whole body tenses as pain shoots through your side. You bite your lip hard to keep yourself from screaming. You recognize the hand as Logan's as his wide chest bumps against your back.
"You alright sweetheart?" He asks, a skeptical look on his face as you wave his hand off.
"Yeah, just really tired." You sigh as you sit in a chair.
Some relief spreads through your body as you subtly press the arm of the chair into your side. Putting more pressure as you feel the blood soak through your makeshift bandage. He narrows his eyes as he inspects you like an animal. Your heart picks up as he places both hands on either arm rest, caging you in as he leans close.
"What are you doing?" You shrink under his intense look. He sniffs and a low growl emits from his throat.
"I smell blood. Somethings wrong." Fuck. He's caught you. The rest of the team starts to file back in.
"Yeah there's blood on everyone's suit, there's blood on you." You mumble as an excuse.
"Down boy, we're taking off so take a seat." Scott says. Logan stays put for just a moment longer before he finally backs off, flipping Scott the middle claw as he takes the seat behind you.
You can feel his eyes burning in the back of your head the whole flight home. You were sweating, body on fire as you focused on your breathing. The pain was getting worse and you wanted to cry for help. But you were determined to prove yourself here.
Your brain wasn't exactly working right either. Too focused on not throwing up to think logically. Finally the jet lands. You're so close. Just a little longer. Logan moves to go right back to your side but gets pulled away. You can vaguely hear him telling someone to fuck off as you stumble out of the jet.
You feel like a zombie as you walk back to your room. Stomach growing sick as you struggle to stay awake. Sweat pours down your face, body screaming for help as you barely make it to your room. Your vision goes in and out. The darkness calling to you as you swing open your door. That sounds nice, you can just close your eyes and sleep. Yeah. Then you can fix yourself up. Your vision goes black. The last thing you remember is someone yelling your name.
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The first thing you notice when you come back to consciousness is how much your body hurts. The second thing was the hand that was holding yours tightly. Clearly you weren't in your room anymore. This bed is too uncomfortable and it smells too much like antiseptic.
The lab. You were in a hospital bed in the lab which means that someone found you which can only mean that Logan knew and you were in so much trouble. Maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can just go back to sleep. The urge to avoid the consequences of your actions was strong but you knew you couldn't. You lied and now you have to deal with it.
Surprisingly it's dim when you open your eyes. The ugly florescent lighting was off in favor of a few candles and a soft lamp. The hand holding yours twitched, holding you tighter. Looking to your side you see Logan laying his head on the bed. Guilt seeps into your soul when you see him there.
"Glad to see you awake." A soft voice says from the door.
"Jean." You sheepishly say. She flicks on the lights and you squint your eyes at the bright light.
"You're lucky that Logan found you when he did." Her voice is gentle but there's anger hidden behind it.
"I'm sorry. I thought." You sigh and look at Logan who was still sleeping.
"I thought I could handle it. I just wanted to be one of you guys." "You already were one of us, but we're just glad you're okay." She checks your vitals once more in silence.
"Am I in trouble?" You ask nervously.
"Yes." Another voice makes your heart jump, the monitor picking it up with a massive spike.
"Logan honey I-" He holds up his hand and silently asks Jean to leave. She gives you one last smile before leaving the two of you alone.
"Don't. Don't you dare." You shrink into the bed as speaks.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"I-"
"Hiding a fucking stab wound? For what? Exactly what did you think would happen here!" He raises his voice and you look down in shame.
"You are benched. Permanently." He growls, standing up and storming towards the door.
"What! Logan you can't do that."
"Fuck yes I can. Do you understand how stupid it was for you to hide an injury like that? How irresponsible you were!"
"I thought I could handle it!" The machines near you started to go haywire as you yelled back.
"I thought you were dead!" You go silent as the anger fades, he clenches his fists tightly.
"I smelled the blood and I knew something was wrong. The whole time I knew it. There was a trail of blood to your room and I ran and ran and when I finally got there." He pauses. Not even wanting to say the next thought.
"I'm sorry." You whisper.
You reach out for him but he just stares at you. A painful expression on his face as his eyes zero in on the prominent scar on your side. He shakes his head, turning away and walking out the door.
"Logan please." You beg for him to come back but he doesn't.
The lab is silent and lonely. Jean comes back to check on you, comforting you as you silently cry. All you want is for Logan to come back but he never did.
At least not while you were awake. In the mornings there were traces of Logan. His jacket is left on your bed the one you always steal to cuddle with. Snacks are waiting by your table. Little things to show you had still been there. Just not when you were awake.
It was only a couple days later that you were finally discharged. The Professor had called you to his office, letting you know that you were benched until you had fully recovered and you nodded in understanding. You can feel the stares of the rest of the mansion on you as you walk back to your room.
You've apologized over and over to the team and they welcomed you back with open arms. Begging you to never scare them like that again. Your mind wanders and your feet seem to think on their own as you find yourself in front of Logan's door.
All you want is for him to hold you and to tell you it's okay. Before you can knock on the door it swings open. There he stands in all his glory. He stares at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug. It takes you by surprise but you hug him back tighter. You wince as he pushes a little too hard on your side and he lets go instantly. You don't want to let go, he's been gone for days and you need him.
"I'm here to apologize." You say.
"I'm sorry for not saying anything. I was afraid that you would think I'm weak." It hurts to admit but he needs to know the truth. Asking for help has never been your strong suit.
"That I wasn't strong enough and all I wanted was to prove to you that I could do it. I wanted you to be proud of me." You wait for any response but all he does is look at you. Silently he guides you to his bed. Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders that smells like him.
"When I found you, you weren't moving. There was so much blood. You were barely breathing." He shivers at the memory.
He doesn't think he'll ever get the smell of your blood and the sight of you sprawled out on the ground out of his mind. It's burned there. Every time he closes his eyes he sees it. He ran through the mansion. Begging for help with you in his arms.
They kicked him out once he brought you to the lab. He was close to breaking down the damn doors. He had super strength and a raging healing factor but he'd never felt so powerless before. When they finally let him back in he rushed to the bed. He never left your side. Watching and waiting for you to wake up. Begging you to wake up.
Was this his fault? If he had been by your side would he have been able to help? Or is this just the price of this life. To be a mutant and having to fight just to live. Losing you was not an option but it was becoming a reality he had to accept was possible.
"I'm always proud of you. Doesn't matter what you do. I'm always proud." You tug on his tank top and pull him close.
Kissing him with a soft passion, a desire, an apology. He carefully lowers you down to the bed. He lays you on your side as he deepens the kiss, hand ghosting over the scar as he tangles his limbs with yours.
"I'm so sorry Logan." You bury your head in his chest.
It feels so good to be by his side again. He tilts your head up to look at him. He grows serious as he brushes your cheek gently. You're alive but there's still a horrible worry inside of him. Though he doesn't think that will ever go away. Not as long as he loves you and he's never going to stop doing that.
"Don't ever do something like this again. I'm serious sweetheart, I can't lose you."
"You won't." You can't promise him that. Not at all. Bad things happen to those he loves but he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to you. You yawn and cuddle closer to his side.
"How can I still be so tired after sleeping for so long?"
"You really hurt yourself sweetheart," He glances at your side. Knowing that under the blanket was a scar that would never fade. A constant reminder of his own failure to protect you.
"I'm sorry for leaving," He knows it was a dick move to leave has he had done but he couldn't take it. He was so angry. So afraid.
"Just don't leave me again." You say sleepily. His arms wrap around you, his hand rubbing your back soothingly until you fall asleep. He watches you for a while. Not tired himself but keeping his promise of staying with you.
"I was so scared," He admits to no one but himself.
He rests his chin on your head. The sound of your heartbeat echoes in his ears. The sweet reminder that you're okay. He closes his eyes as the nightmares in his mind return. Seeing your lifeless body. The blood. All of it. He tries to shake them away but the thoughts still linger.
"Please, don't leave me. I love you too much to let you go." He whispers his plea to himself, to you, to whoever is listening.
He kisses the top of your head and you smile in your sleep. The comfort of Logan reaching your dreams. That's good enough for him, as long as you're okay. That's all he needs.
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entangled - jjk&kth - part two
ā¶title: entangled ā¶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader ā¶au: marvel au ā¶ rating: 18+ ā¶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle ā¶ wc: 9k ā¶ warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, more infidelity type things, reader is confused af, two smut scenes because we take what they wanna give us: unprotected sex (donāt do this tho), dirty talk, kissing, fingering, couple position switches, itās all pretty lovey dovey ā¶ summary: Kim Taehyung is Venom. A huge, terrifying symbiote monster thatās bonded with him and made a deal for a common goal. You donāt know what youāre doing. Your feelings are mixed and frazzled and confused. But you may not have the time to sort them out just yet if you canāt keep the two people you care about most from killing each other first. ā¶ authors note: hello darklings. Youāve all waited way too long for me to get this second part together and for that I apologize. I hope this makes up for the wait. The third and final part that follows this will be a bit of a wait too while I work on another fic, but I promise it will come. Big endless shoutout to @sailoryooons for listening to me whine about this for months and for beta reading the mess that it became. Also shouts to @tea4sykes for reading before it was even done to reassure me it was flowing okay. I love you guys.
Part One (if you missed it)
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You needed to run.
Everything was happening too quickly, your head couldnāt catch up with your feet that were scrambling across the floor in every direction trying to escape the monster Taehyung had just turned into. He had you completely trapped with nowhere to go.
Not to mention you were mostly naked with only a thin sheet barely clinging around you.
āStop! Leave me alone! Please!ā You beg and scream as it cuts you off again when you make a dash for the stairs.
āNo. Leaving.ā Venom roars and tries to make a move towards you, but stops when you accidentally back into the record player Taehyung has sitting on his side table.
The record scratches and squeaks at a high pitch and Venom groans in pain at the sound, his clawed hands grabbing at his head as he stumbles backwards. His black, crawling skin pulls away until you catch glimpses of Taehyung beneath the monster.Ā
āRun. Pleaseā¦run,ā he begs before Venom consumes him again. But before he can get too far, you push over the record player so that it makes a constant high pitched noise and Venom screams until he falls back against the railing and goes over the edge.
You donāt wait to see anything else.Ā
Grabbing the ends of the sheet you dash towards the bathroom and shove the door closed behind you, looking around frantically for a way to escape. Immediately your eyes see the fire escape outside the window.Ā
You see some discarded clothes on the floor and immediately throw on the T-shirt and basketball shorts before using all your strength to shove open the old window that has obviously not been used in years. The old white paint cracks and splinters to the floor as you climb up onto the sill.
A loud bang suddenly sounds from outside the bathroom door. Venom mustāve stopped the record player.Ā
āWhere are you, girl?ā You hear his menacing voice travel through the door.Ā
Your pulse picks up again as you shove yourself the rest of the way out the window and into the pouring rain. The metal of the fire escape creaks and brings an instant chill to your already shaking body.Ā
Looking back, you see the bathroom door shatter with the force the monster uses to break it open. You can barely hear yourself scream as you throw your weight onto the top of the window and close it behind you. You donāt look back again as you sprint down the stairs of the fire escape, but the sound of Venom crashing through the glass makes you move faster.Ā
Bricks from the warehouse crunch beneath his claws and feet, causing pieces to crumble and rain down over your head. As soon as your bare feet hit the pavement, you make a mad dash past the docks and towards the main road.
The rain pelts against your face as the clouds continue to block the sun that should be starting to come up now. There is barely any light for you to see where you are going while the world is still wrapped in a navy blue hue.
You can see headlights up ahead. Cars. People. A way out.
āNot so fast.ā Venom suddenly drops in front of you, making you stumble and fall to your back against the cobblestones. Your elbows scrape across the ground as you try to move away but heās too big and too fast.
āPleaseā¦just let me go. I wonāt tell anyone about you. I swear.ā You press flat to the ground as Venom looms over you, his face slowly maneuvering downwards until your nose almost touches him.
āWeā¦want to keep you. Protect you.āĀ
āYouāre scaring me, Taehyung. How can you say you want to protect me?ā The crawling, black skin of Venomās face peels away to reveal Taehyung once more.
āYouāre in the middle of something that you shouldnāt be,ā Taehyung says desperately.Ā
āWhat does that even mean?āĀ
ā_____, please stay away from Jungkook. He-ā Taehyung is cut off when Venom closes the skin back over his face. āHeās here,ā he growls, moving to stand over top of you.
Before you can question him again, the bright light of a laser blast shoots past you, barely skimming Venomās shoulder and blowing chunks of the ground all over you.
When you look back up, the red and gold suit of Ironman comes flying into your view. He tries to fly between you and Venom, but the monster is too fast, back handing Ironman and sending him flying into the side of one of the buildings.
āNo!ā You yell, trying to get to your feet but you canāt get your footing with all the rubble surrounding you.
āStay. Back,ā Venom whips around to tell you. That distraction is enough for Ironman to come flying back, hitting Venom in the stomach with his shoulder and throwing the two of them about ten feet away.
You donāt want Jin to hurt Taehyung. Venom is the monster. Taehyung is good. Heās gentle and kind.Ā
Your head hurts so badly and thereās blood dripping down your newly busted lip. You donāt know what you can do but you have to do something.Ā
Getting to your feet as the rain continues to pour from the thundering clouds overhead, you clamber through the rubble trying to get closer to where Jin has Venom pinned against the side of a dumpster. Just as you approach, Venom hits Jinās hand away causing the laser blast to go off and almost hit you. You felt the heat of it skim past your face.
āGet out of here, _____! Now!ā Jin yells, losing his balance when Venom pushes him off into the side of another building. You fall back on your ass, hitting the wet street once again.
Venom crawls over to you slowly. The sight of it freezing you in place as the slithering skin of his face once again pulls back to reveal Taehyung.
āI donāt want to hurt you.ā He says, bending to get closer to you. You can see Jin getting back up out of the corner of your eye.
āRun, Tae. Please just run away and hide. And donāt ever come looking for me again. Theyāll kill you.ā You touch his cheek and his eyes close. āPlease go.ā
Just as you take your hand away you hear someone from above you yell your name, your head whipping up at the familiar sound.
Venomās face consumes Taehyung again as he steps in front of you defensively. Jungkook comes into view, swinging down from a web attached to the nearest warehouse.Ā
Jungkook moves so quickly you can barely register whatās happening before heās kicking Venom hard enough to make him roar and fly across the other side of the road.
āGet her out of here, Jungkook!ā Jin yells as he comes back into the fight.
āWe have him where we want him! Iām not leaving!ā Jungkook yells back, shooting a web at one of the big pieces of rubble and flinging it towards Venom.
It shouldnāt hurt to hear him say that.
It shouldnāt sting like a slap across the face when he doesnāt choose you again. But god, does it fucking ever.
āNow!ā Jin screams the word at Jungkook, barely holding off Venom, who is scraping and clawing with all his might to get back to you.
Such an anomaly this turned out to be.
Jungkook shoots off a few more webs, catching them on one of Venomās wrists and sticking to the ground so itās harder for him to move. And then Jungkook is whirling around and scooping you into his arms.
You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, looking over his shoulder to watch the fight between Jin and Venom for as long as you can before theyāre just dots in the distance as Jungkook swings you back into the city.
You almost start to doze off from exhaustion when you feel the world stop moving and Jungkook standing you on your feet. You almost lose your balance at the loss of him so suddenly.
āWhat the fuck were you doing out there, ____?ā Jungkook asks, his voice loud and full of an anger youād never heard from him before.
āIā¦I was just going for a walkā¦ā the lie falls from your mouth before you even have a chance to think about it. āI got lostā¦ā
āHow do you always do this? How are you always in the middle of some terrible shit?ā Jungkook rips his mask off and throws it across your bedroom against the opposite wall before he starts to pace.
āIām sorryā¦ā you feel so small as you watch the anger radiate off of him.
āSorry? Youāre sorry? Do you have any idea what youāve likely cost us tonight?ā He comes into your space, backing you into your kitchen counter.
āJungkookā¦āĀ
āJustā¦stay out of my way, Data.ā His shoulders slump when he steps back from you and grabs his mask from the floor. Your body shakes and gives into your exhaustion, your knees hitting the floor as Jungkook bounds off your balcony.
The only light in your apartment is from the barely there sun, casting shadows of your furniture and the plants on the windowsill across the hardwood floor. Itās quiet, too quiet when thereās a busy city 10 floors down.
How could one person make you feel so loved and so alone at the same time? Were you the bad guy? You slept with Taehyung out of spiteā¦didnāt you? Thatās how it started at leastā¦now youāre not sure how you feel.
You donāt understand Taehyung, and part of you wants to know more. Why is he allowing Venom to control him and use him? What does he get out of it? All questions you would love to ask him if he wasnāt an absolutely terrifying monster.
A monster that Jungkook could possibly be killing right now. That thought makes you nauseous immediately.
You crawl across the floor until you can press your back against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest and putting your head between them. You needed to block it all out for a momentā¦or several.
You donāt know how long you have been sitting there or when you fall asleep but eventually you lift your head and squint at the sun trickling in through your windows and balcony doors. A perfectly cool breeze moves your green curtains and gives you goosebumps.
When your back starts to hurt from sitting on the wood floor, you convince yourself to get up to close the door. You know you desperately need a shower as well.
As you reach the balcony door, you see Jungkook sitting on your stone railing, his head in his hands. You want to rush towards him and make sure heās okay, but you stay put.
āHow long have you been out here?ā You ask quietly, hand gripping the door handle too tightly.
āA while.ā Jungkook mutters, his hands coming up to his hair and pulling at the roots.
āYouā¦you should go home, Jungkook.ā You hate the sound of your own voice right now. Weak and scratchy.
āI shouldnāt have said those things to you earlier, Data.ā He moves slowly, head coming up as he slides off the railing to stand.
āBut you did. And I have a feeling you meant them.ā
āNoā¦I just donāt understand why we canāt catch this monster. And when I saw you there, I lost it.ā He runs his hand through his mess of black waves.
āDidā¦did you catch him now?ā You swallow thickly, not sure what answer you want to hear.
āNo. Jin couldnāt hold him. Heās looking into asking Dr. Kim for help in building a trap.ā He looks defeated and the guilt starts to crawl up your throat.
Dr. Kim Namjoon is a scientist that most people would know as the Hulk. Heās a brilliant mind and someone you very much look up to as far as the career path you hope to take one day. It scares you that he might get involved in capturingā¦or killing Taehyung.
āIām sorry,ā is all you can manage to whisper.
āDataā¦ā He steps closer to you and you flinch a little. āFuckā¦fuck Iām so sorry. You were scared and youāreā¦youāre fucking hurt and all I did was yell at you.ā Jungkook stays where he is, but reaches out his hand towards you.
āI donātā¦I canāt,ā you whimper.
āItās okay. Let me take care of you, baby. Please.ā His hand stays out stretched and you know if you take it that the guilt will continue to eat away at you. That you can never tell him what you know. Because you care about Jungkookā¦but you care about Taehyung too, and you just hope he runs and doesnāt come back.
You take Jungkookās hand and he gently steps towards you again until heās close enough to cup your face in his hands, angling it in different ways to mentally take note of your injuries. He runs his thumb over the bump on your forehead and the cut on your lip that has you wincing. His lips press to your forehead when your arms finally wrap around his middle and fingers grip at his back.
āIām just making trouble for you, JK.ā Your lip trembles when you look up into his eyes, his brows scrunching in confusion.
āWe knew when we started that this wasnāt going to be easy. But Iā¦I have a responsibility, Data. And Iām doing my best to do that and keep you safe.ā He swipes at your tears and lifts you onto the counter so he can stand between your thighs. āIāll always keep you safe.ā
You believe him. But at what cost? What will happen to him if he continues to worry about you instead of the danger he is so heroically protecting the cityā¦maybe even the world from. He is your best friend and something so much more.Ā
Your hands slide into his hair, the damp strands sliding through your fingers in the most familiar way. Jungkook's hands stay on your cheeks as he pulls your mouth to his, swallowing the little whimpers that try to escape you.
His lips taste like his favorite minty chapstick and the cinnamon gum he had probably chewed on his way back to your apartment. He always chews it when he needs to think more clearly.
āYou have every right to be angry with me,ā you whisper between sweet pecks to your lips.
āAngryā¦maybe. But cruel? No. You mean more to me than that.ā His mouth finds your jaw while his hands gently hold your shoulders. āHow about a bath?ā
Could you really be deserving of these moments with Jungkook when you were enjoying being face down on Taehyungās bed just a day ago?
Fuck. You were so fucking selfish.
You nod your head āyesā, not trusting your voice when guilt is rising up your throat.
Jungkook picks you up from the counter, your arms around his neck and legs around his hips as he carries you towards your tiny apartment bathroom. Stopping once or twice to press your back against the wall and slip his tongue into your mouth. A tongue that you gladly suck between your teeth until he moans your name.
āGet these off.ā Jungkook shoves into your bathroom, the space almost too small for you and his broad body. He makes quick but gentle work of your dirt and blood stained clothes, kicking them into the corner of the bathroom.
You help him slide the sleeves of his blue and red suit down his arms, slowly revealing all the beautiful ink tattooed into the skin of his right arm. Your hands follow the dips of muscle of his torso as more skin is revealed from beneath his suit.
After heās naked and youāve thoroughly touched as much of his bare body as you can, you slide your ass up onto your tiny marble vanity and open your legs for him to stand between. Jungkook stands back a moment, his eyes roaming and settling between your legs.
āAre you sure youāre okay with this? You went through a lot tonightā¦ā You donāt let him finish his sentence, wrapping your fingers around his semi-hard cock so you can stroke him.
āLetās talk later. Right now I just need to feel you inside me. Remind me why Iām yoursā¦please.ā You could feel traitorous tears try to well in your eyes and Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion for a moment.
āDataā¦ā He puts his hand over yours to stop your strokes.
āNo. Pleaseā¦I need you.ā You meet his eyes and it only takes him a moment to tighten his hand on yours and help you move your fist up and down his cock again.
Jungkooks head rolls forward, a deep grumble in his chest sending shivers up your spine. He steps closer so his hips can widen your thighs and you can guide his cock to your entrance. Youāre so wet that he easily pushes into you, your back arching off the vanity mirror at the stretch.
āYouāve always been my girl, Data.ā His tattooed hand grips your hip and steadies you when he begins to shallow thrust, crude wet noises already coming from where your bodies meet. āYour pussy always remembers me so well.ā
āDo the other Avengers know how filthy your mouth is?ā You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him.
āMy filthy mouth is only for you.ā Jungkook kisses you back, sheathing himself completely inside you and holding himself there. He moves his swollen lips down your jaw and over your chest until he reaches your nipples, sucking and pulling until youāre a moaning mess.
āPlease move, Jungkook.ā You inch your ass forward until itās perched right on the edge of the vanity. Jungkook groans against your breast, lifting his head to look where your bodies meet.
He holds both your hips in his hands as he begins a quick pace. But no matter how fast he pumps his hips against you, he never misses that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your eyelids.
āYou feel so good. I donāt think Iām gonna lastā¦ā His distressed face meets yours and you reach up to touch his face and pull him closer.
āIām so close, JKā¦please make me come.ā He kisses you, hard and unyielding while his cock drills you against the mirror. Youāre almost afraid itāll break when he forgets how strong he is. But you donāt care, you want him to break you. You donāt deserve soft and sweet right now.
Jungkook lifts you off the vanity and faster than humanly possible has you on the floor of your hallway right outside your tiny bathroom. He throws your legs over his shoulders and hits a spot inside you that almost immediately has you crying out his name and coming all over his cock. Your pussy clenches around him so hard it makes him whimper above you, bringing him to his own orgasm. He fills you up as warmth spreads all over your body.
āDid I hurt you? I was too roughā¦ā His hands are immediately on your face angling you to look at him.
āNo, Iām okay. I promise.ā You smile at him, hoping that it feels real. Youāre too riddled with guilt.
āLetās get in the bath.ā He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees while he presses soft kisses to your fingers and palm.
The tub is far too small for the both of you, but it doesnāt matter. Water sloshes out onto the floor each time you move, but that doesnāt matter either. It feels good to have his warmth behind you when you lean back against his chest.Ā
āDo you want to talk about what happened?ā Jungkook asks after a while, his hands rubbing your arms while his lips kiss the top of your head.
You freeze, knowing that you should tell him the truth. That you know who the monster is that heās searching for. But you canāt bring yourself to put Taehyung in danger. So you lie. Again.
āI went for drinks with friends last nightā¦I got lost walking home. I donāt know how I ended up at the docks. It was so stupid of meā¦ā You hate how easily the lie spilled out.
āYou arenāt stupid, Data. You just seem to have a magnet for danger.ā He laughs quietly, kissing your shoulder. āI shouldnāt have made you feel like it was your fault.ā
āIt was my fault. I messed things up for you and Jin,ā you sigh, slumping against his wet chest.
āDonāt worry about that. It wonāt be much longer before we have the monster.āĀ
āHave him?ā You ask, goosebumps prickling your skin.
āMr. Kim thinks the monster is a human. An experiment gone wrong. He wants to help himā¦or study him. As long as it isnāt running free in the city anymore.ā Jungkook explains, his hands gathering some soap bubbles from the water and washing your arms and chest with gentle fingers.
āHow would he help him?ā If Jin can help Taehyungā¦then maybe he can get rid of Venom.
āIām not sure. I think we would be better off getting rid of it altogether. Itās a menace.ā You feel Jungkookās muscles tense as he talks and you know you still can't tell him the truth about Venom.
You donāt say anything else, afraid that your voice will shake and give you away. He knows you too well.Ā
Jungkook makes sure youāre cleaned up and comfortable in bed before he leaves you again. In most cases you would feel hurt that heās left, but you need time to think without your feelings being clouded by his presence.
What the fuck are you going to do?
Going about your normal day to day life felt wrong. You go to school. You study with your friends. You see Jungkook on occasion, and every time you do, the guilt burrows a little deeper inside you, whittling away at your ability to keep up the facade.Ā
What makes it worse was that Taehyung hasnāt been at school for two weeks. It makes you absolutely terrified that something has happened to him. That undeniable connection you felt with him makes it difficult not to worry.
Sleep almost completely evades you the last two weeks.
āYou look terrible,ā Hoseok pokes, sitting a fresh coffee down in front of you on the library study table.
āCharming,ā you grumble, snatching the coffee and inhaling its heavenly caffeine-illed scent.
āItās not even finals season, why arenāt you sleeping? Trouble with the boyfriend perhaps?ā Hobi sits his backpack down and plops into the chair next to you.
āHe isnāt my boyfriend.ā You press your forehead to the table and gently hit it against the top a few times. āAnd I justā¦my upstairs neighbor has been noisy.ā The lies start to come out easier and easier the more you make up.
āI told you to move in with me months ago. Way closer to campus.ā He pops some cheese cracker snacks into his mouth.
You know it would be nice to live with Hoseok. Easy. But you canāt. Not with Spider-Man coming and going and a giant monster possibly looking for you now. You could never forgive yourself if something happened to your friend.
āI appreciate that offer, you know I do. I justā¦like my space.ā You sigh, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He probably knows youāre lying, but if he does, he doesnāt let on.
āOffer continues to stand if you change your mind, ___.ā The look on his face is serious for a moment before he points the bag of snacks towards you. āCrackers?ā
You smile and take a handful, popping them into your mouth as you sit back in your chair and listen to Hoseok talk more about nothing and everything for as long as you can.
After Hobi leaves, you continue to study until you notice the daylight is starting to disappear outside the library windows. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning when your stiff muscles protest before packing up your things to finally head home for the night.
Pulling your phone from your bag, you see thereās been no messages from Jungkook since yesterday afternoon when he said he would stop by as soon as he could. It shouldnāt be disappointing, you should be used to it, but that little pang still makes you feel some type of way.
You sigh, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you exit the library and see that itās raining again. It seems like there has been constant rain over the last two weeks, making everything dreary. A mirror to how you felt inside as well.
Not having an umbrella, you power walk down the street towards the train station to get home. Itās only a couple of blocks but you still hate to do it at night. Especially when you get a sudden chill at the back of your neck, as if someone is following you. But every time you turn around, no one is there.
āRelax, ____. Youāre exhausted and delirious,ā you say to yourself, trying to calm your nerves as you continue walking.
Something big moves at the corner of your eye, dashing down the alleyway to your right and making you halt your quick steps. The only way to your apartment is past that alleyway, so you convince yourself once more that the exhaustion is getting to you and you press forward down the sidewalk.
You hold your breath and close your eyes as you sprint past the alleyway, stopping after a few feet to catch your breath.
You make it. Youāre in the clear. The home stretch.
A cold hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you backwards into the alley. Your brain tries to catch up with whatās happening but when you try to scream, another hand covers your mouth just as your back is pressed against the cold, wet bricks of the wall behind you.
āPigeon.ā Taehyungās deep voice sounds hoarse but also relieved. Your fight or flight instincts immediately melt away when your eyes settle on his injured face.
A cut on his eyebrow, a bruise beneath his left eye, blood dripping from his forehead from beneath his mess of black hair. What the hell happened to him?
You gently wrap your hand around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from your mouth.
āI wonāt scream. I promise,ā you assure him, his shoulders visibly unwinding.
āI know youāre scared of me. Iām sorryā¦I put you in danger because I was being selfish.ā Taehyung takes a step back from you, giving you space.
āIām not scared of you.ā You reach out and softly touch his cheek just beneath his eye where the bruise has blossomed and he shivers at your touch.
āIām just glad that youāre safe.ā Taehyung moves your palm to his lips and presses a kiss to your skin.
āWhat happened to you, Taehyung? Where have you been?āĀ
āAll Iāve wanted since this started was to expose The Life Foundation. Theyāre testing on people and killing them. Not a single person has survived untilā¦ā
āYou,ā you say quietly, watching his shoulders slump before he nods in agreement. āHow did this happen?ā
āI went to the lab to interview a couple of the scientists for an assignmentā¦I got a little too curious I guess and followed a scientist down into a part of the lab no one knows exists. Thatās where I saw the people theyāre testing onā¦in cages. The symbiotes like Venom need a host but it wasnāt working and no one was surviving.ā Taehyung runs his hand through his hair before he continues. āI accidentally released Venom when I tried to save one of the people in the cages and he bonded with me and somehow I survived. Still not sure howā¦ā
āWhatās stopping you from exposing them?āĀ
āI wanted to have hard proof before I took the information somewhere else but I havenāt been able to get back inside the lab, not even with Venom.āĀ
āBecause of Jungkook.ā
āHe doesnāt understand what heās getting himself into. They have suspicions but theyāre keeping me from shutting the place down.ā Taehyung sighs. āYour boyfriend is a pain in my ass.ā
āWhat ifā¦what if we talk to him? Jungkook will listen. I know heā¦ā Taehyung cuts you off with a laugh.
āThey think Iām a monsterā¦and they arenāt wrong. But all Venom wants is to save the other symbiotes and get back to their planet.ā Taehyungās words almost sound disappointed when he talks about Venom leaving.
āBut heāsā¦heās hurting you. Canāt Venom heal you?ā
āHe doesā¦he has. This last round of injuries wasā¦extensive. Iām just healing more slowly.ā He slumps against the opposite wall of the alley.
āYou need to rest.ā
āNo. No, weāre going back to the lab tonight to try again.ā
āTaehyung, please. Heās going to get you killed. Jungkook and Jinā¦theyāre powerful.ā
āYou think I havenāt noticed?ā He raises his voice slightly, but chokes on his words, folding over when a pain shoots through his side.
āThatās it. I want to talk to Venom.ā You canāt stand to see him like this.
āAbsolutely not. Iām not putting you in danger.ā
āYouāll be there, right? You wonāt let him hurt me.ā
āI canāt always control him. He doesnāt always listen.ā His eyes search yours for any sign of fear but he doesnāt find it.
āLet him out.ā You cross your arms over your chest and wait for Taehyung to release his monster.
āFive minutes. Thatās all Iām giving.ā He takes several steps away from you until thereās plenty of space between the two of you. You nod that youāre ready.
The black crawling skin of Venom consumes Taehyung in almost an instant, his handsome face disappearing beneath terrifying white eyes and razor sharp teeth. Deep, bass filled growls flow from between those teeth and rumble the ground beneath your feet.
āCreature.ā He says, smiling widely.
āMonster.ā You retort.
āSorry forā¦chasing you.ā He keeps his distance, but paces back and forth through the alley. āI wasā¦hungry.ā
āYou chase people and destroy buildings when youāre hungry?ā You half laugh in disbelief.
āVery hungry!ā He growls, pushing against a dumpster.
āFine. Forget about it. I want you to let Taehyung rest, youāre going to get him killed.ā
āTaehyung is fine.ā
āNo he isnāt! Heās all beat up, and I donāt even want to know whatās wrong internally. He needs time to heal.ā You take a few steps closer.
āI can heal him, Creature.ā
āHe needs to rest. You need him and he wonāt be of any use if heās dead.ā You stop as Venom groans and shoves his fists into the ground beside you.
āDemanding little bug.ā He half spits.
āHow long can you live without your host?ā You donāt flinch at his outburst.
Venom doesnāt answer right away, he goes back to pacing the alley before he starts talking to himselfā¦or to Taehyung.
āBad ideaā¦she pisses me offā¦should eat herā¦ā Venom grabs his head in pain when the last line leaves his mouth. āFine. No eating.ā He comes back to stand in front of you, looming several feet taller.Ā
You look up and hold your stance. Youāll never let this pain in the ass monster know that he absolutely terrifies you.
āThree days. Three days before your atmosphere kills me.ā Venom says, not seeming pleased.
āThen leave him alone for three days. Go away and let him rest. I mean it.ā Venom lowers his face to yours so that youāre standing eye to eye.Ā
You can see your reflection in the shiny white of his eyes and your heart picks up its pace. Not because of the monster in front of you, but because somewhere behind those eyes is a man that means more to you than you thought he ever could. The strange feeling of just knowing someone is meant to be in your life becomes slightly overwhelming.
Without a second thought, one of your hands comes up and touches the side of Venom's face. His symbiote skin is cold, strange and unfamiliar. But it only takes a moment before Venom is melting away and once again revealing the stunned face of Taehyung.
āYou got him to listen.ā He breathes, taking your face in his hands.
āHeās not so tough.ā You smile when he laughs and presses his forehead against yours.
āYouāre exquisite.ā His nose skims yours. āAnd I missed you.ā
āI was so worried about you,ā you admit softly against his mouth that has gravitated to yours.
He kisses you softly for a moment, neither of you noticing as Venom slithers out and makes his exit down the alley. Youāre too relieved to have Taehyung safely pressed against you again. And when he starts to deepen your kiss, as much as you want it to continue, you press your palm to his chest and gently push him back.
āWhatās the matter?ā He asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
āI wasnāt joking about you getting rest. I got you three days with no Venom. Letās get you home, okay?ā You lace your fingers through his and start walking towards the street, but he stops you.
āI havenāt been able to go back to the warehouse. Theyāve been watching it like hawks.ā His shoulder slump when he rubs the back of his neck.
āWhere have you been sleeping?āĀ
āAbandoned buildings mostly. Or just not at all.ā He laughs half heartedly.
āLetās go to my place.ā You know itās a bad idea. Jungkook could drop in at any moment and you arenāt sure how he would react to finding the man behind the monster heās been so desperately trying to defeat. āYouāll be safe there.ā
āWill I?ā Taehyung asks, wary for the same reasons you are.
āYes. Because Iāll protect you.ā Taehyung smiles at your declaration.
āI have no doubts about that, Pigeon.ā
You take as many back ways as you can think of until you reach your apartment building, releasing a long breath when you safely reach the elevator and unlock your door.Ā
It feels strange to have Taehyung here, but also very right. He looks like a weight has been lifted off of him as he takes in your green velvet couch and collection of coffee mugs with a boxy smile on his face.
āYouāre adorable.ā He says, picking up a tiny cactus from your bookshelf that could definitely use some water.
āItās not much.ā You shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.
āItās perfect.ā He comes back to stand in front of you, long fingers gently gripping your chin to make you look at him. āItās you and I think thatās perfect.ā
āTaeā¦ā you sigh but give into the kiss he sweetly presses to your lips.Ā
āThank you.ā He whispers after a moment. āI donāt know what I wouldāve done if anything hadā¦ā You cut him off with another kiss.
āIām fine, I promise.ā You take both of his hands in yours and start to lead him towards your bathroom. āYou, however, need to take a shower.ā
āSaying I stink, Pigeon?ā He teases, following you to your tiny bathroom.
āDefinitely,ā you counter, smiling when he laughs. A real laugh that you arenāt sure youāve heard yet. It makes your stomach twist and clench.
āCome in with me?ā Taehyung asks quietly when you bend to turn on the hot water for him. His fingers find your spine and tease up the column slowly.
God you want to. But the sudden memory of Jungkook in this bathroom with you two weeks ago clouds your vision and your ability to have this too.
āIām going to make you some tea, okay? Take your time.ā You stand on your toes to kiss him quickly, ignoring the pang in your chest when he pouts his bottom lip.
You close the bathroom door and press your back against it. You listen as Taehyung opens the shower curtain and gets inside, the smell of your rose scented body wash wafting from under the door when he uses it. You must be insane.
Bringing him here is so risky, but you canāt leave him out there with nowhere else to go. He means too much.Ā
When the bathroom door opens twenty minutes later, you jump at the sound, almost dropping your cup of tea to the hardwood floor. It almost takes a tumble a second time when you look up and see Taehyung standing in your kitchen with just a towel around his waist.
āMy clothes were in pretty bad shapeā¦I donāt suppose you have something I can borrow?ā He asks with a shy smile on his face and fingers in his wet curls.
āUmā¦y-yeah. Yes. Iāll find something.ā A wave of heat rushes over your skin as you hastily move past him and into your bedroom at the end of the hallway. He follows you, leaning against the door frame to watch you.
āAre you worried heāll come here?ā Taehyung asks, the pretty smile on his face replaced by a frown.
āA bit.ā You admit, kneeling inside your closet to look through some drawers for sleeping pants. āItās really just a matter of whenā¦ā
āIs he what you want?ā The question throws you off, making you pause.
āI donāt know.ā Itās an honest answer, more complicated than it should be. Taehyung nods but doesnāt press for more information. Youāre not sure you can come with anything else even if he wants you to.
You finally find a pair of green and navy blue plaid pajama pants, pulling them out of the drawer and bringing them to Taehyung.Ā
He drops the towel as soon as youāre in front of him, eyes holding you in place with nowhere to escape.
āThanks, Pigeon.ā He doesnāt look away from your eyes as he slips his long legs into the too short leg holes and settles them loosely on his narrow hips. Your breath shakes when he steps closer and closes the gap between you.Ā
āI made you tea,ā you croak.
āI donāt want tea.ā He practically moans against your neck when he nuzzles your jaw. āI want to show you why Iām what you want.ā
Your entire being trembles at the words.
āYou should rest, Taehyung.ā You canāt stop your hands from finding the warm skin of his shoulders and chest.
āNo rest for the wicked, Pigeon.ā His mouth claims yours, swallowing down any other protest you may have tried to use.
He slowly leads you back until the back of your knees hit your bed and you both fall onto the mattress. He kisses you until youāre dizzy and desperate for air, your legs wrapping around his hips in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.
And then you remember that your stove is still turned on with tea likely boiling over all over the burners.
āTaeā¦ā Yyou try to say before his lips close over yours again. āThe teaā¦I need to go turn it off.ā
āNo.ā He nips your lips and moves his kisses down your chin and over your jaw.
āIāll be quick. Just wait here.ā You playfully push him off of you, his head landing on your pillows with a smile on his face.
You look back over your shoulder when you reach the door, Taehyung winking as you round the corner into the hallway.
Luckily, the tea is where it should be, inside the kettle. You turn off the burner and move the kettle onto a potholder onto the counter top. Then quickly turn off the lights before stopping by the bathroom to make something of your mess of hair as quickly as possible.
Back in the bedroom, you barely make it inside the door before you hear the quiet snores coming from Taehyung. His arms above his head and his face buried in the pillows as he lays on his back against your mustard yellow sheets. His half dried curls a messy little halo around his head.Ā
He really is beautiful.
You make your way to the bed, pulling your comforter over his sleeping form and softly touching the bruises in his cheek. He doesnāt stir even a little.Ā
Over the next three days you, watch him.
Youāve never seen someone sleep so much in your life. It worries you at first, checking to see if he is breaking multiple times throughout the day. But he just continues to sleep, only moving to turn on his side or stomach and barely makes any noise at all.
You email your professors the first day and tell them that you wonāt be in class but would follow along online. You move a chair into the corner of your bedroom so you can stay close to him. It keeps you busy while Taehyung sleeps.
You also keep busy with cleaning your apartment and thinking of ways to have a very hard and strange conversation with Jungkook. How did you tell your best friendā¦someone you loveā¦that you may also have feelings for someone else?Ā
And how did you then tell your best friend that the other person you have feelings for is the monster heās been trying to capture for months?
At night you curl up next to him in your bed, but always carefully so you don't disturb him. You want him to feel better as soon as possible.
It was mid morning on the third day, some very difficult calculus questions driving you crazy when you hear Taehyung groan and lift his head from the pillow.Ā
āPigeon?ā He croaks, his voice rough and dry.
āIām here, itās okay.ā You toss your book aside, rushing over to the side table and handing him the glass of water you sat out every day in case he woke up needing it. āDrink this please.ā
He doesnāt argue, taking the glass of water and downing all its contents in an instant. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, chest heaving.
āThat may have been the best water Iāve had in my life.ā You take the glass and sit down next to him on the bed. āHow long was I out for?ā
āAlmost three days.ā You move some black curls away from his forehead when he looks up at you.
āReally? I wasted the whole three days sleeping? Fuck.ā He sighs in annoyance.
āIt wasnāt a waste, Tae. You obviously needed it after what youāve been through lately.āĀ
The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter and twist. Like heās never seen anyone like you or felt anything like your touch. Itās maddening.
āIāll be right back. Donāt move.ā He squeezes your hand and jumps out of bed far too quickly, heading into your bathroom where you hear him using the extra toothbrush you had sat out for him. You canāt stop the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.
When he returns to the bed, he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into your neck.
āThank you for watching over me,ā he mumbles into your neck.
āHow do you know I watched over you?ā You ask, leaning back into his chest.
āThereās a chair surrounded by snacks, coffee cups and calculus books set up in the corner, Pigeon.ā Taehyung kisses your neck and makes you shudder. āYouāre too good for me.ā
āItās not that.ā Your voice is a whisper when he moves your sweater off of your shoulder to kiss the heated skin there.
āWhat is it?ā His mouth continues leaving warm, wet paths along your neck and shoulder.
āI careā¦about you.ā Your head lulls back against his shoulder when his hands slide up your front beneath your shirt to cup your breasts in his hands.
āIām still going to show you why Iām what you wantā¦what you need. I didnāt forget.ā He nips your earlobe and pinches both nipples with his long fingers at the same time.
You spin around, grabbing his face roughly and slam your mouth onto his in the next second. Taehyungās hands immediately find your hips helping you straddle his thighs to settle on his lap.Ā
Any clothing creating an unwanted barrier between the two of you are quickly discarded without a care for where they land. Your skin feels like thereās millions of tiny embers just below the surface waiting to crack through and set the whole room on fire.Ā
Taehyung holds one arm tightly around your waist while the other maneuvers the two of you back farther on the bed so he can rest his back against the headboard. Your mouths never leave the others, tongues and teeth clashing in the most desperate way.Ā
āAre you okayā¦with this?ā Taehyung suddenly asks. His hair is a mess and his lips swollen and chapped.
āI donāt know how to answer that question anymore. I wish I just knew what to doā¦ā You feel emotion start to take over and Taehyung grips your chin to look at him.
āIt doesnāt matter. Not right now, okay? Right now I just want you to be mine. Because Iām yoursā¦I belong to you.ā He says it so simply. And it should be simple. It shouldnāt be possible to love them both.
He pulls you back to him, kissing you so gently it makes you shiver. One hand glides to the back of your head and settles in your hair while the other lifts your ass to hold you above his cock that was standing tall with need between your legs.
No more words need to be spoken as you position him at your entrance, your pussy slick and sticky from the build up to whatās about to happen. He takes his hand from your hip and brings it to your throbbing clit, using his thumb to stroke it slowly while you lower yourself onto him.
The stretch of him mixed with the way his thumb strokes you is as close to heaven as you can imagine. You can feel yourself getting wetter that more you try and accommodate his size.
āBe good for me, Pigeon. Ride my cock.ā He moans the words around one of your nipples when he leans forward to capture one with his lips.
Once fully seated, you slowly move your hips in a circular motion, causing his engorged cock to hit places inside that make fireworks pop behind your eyelids and your head to fall back when your back arches.
āFuckā¦you feel so good,ā you finally manage to say.
āI could come right now just watching you take me like this, angel. Like you were made to have my cock inside you.ā Taehyung groans as his hands find your hips and help you start to move up and down.
You find a mind numbing rhythm, and orgasm on the brink of breaking through. Youāre so close it almost hurts.Ā
āI need to come, Taeā¦please.ā You wrap your arms around his neck, sweaty chests sliding against the other.
āMe too. Fuck, I canāt wait to come inside you.ā He holds you steady, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting upwards to meet your movements.
A silent scream has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling to the back of your head when you finally get your release. Taehyungās lips and tongue scorching the skin of your neck when he feels you clench around him.
āGood girl, Pigeon. Come all over my cock.ā He holds you down, fully sheathing inside you when he finds his release as well.Ā
You slump against his chest, breathing hard as you start to come down for the incredible high he had just given you.Ā
Taehyung kisses your shoulder and up your neck, over your jaw and chin until he reaches your lips. Kissing your raw lips in the softest way.
āYou okay?ā You ask, still out of breath.
āNever better.ā He smiles, moving sweaty hair from your face.
āIāll get you some more water. Maybe snacks?ā You move from his lap, the sudden empty feeling making you groan.
āVenom will be here soon. If he isnāt already.ā His smile fades.
āI know. So letās get you fed and hydrated before he makes his presence known, okay?ā
āYeah, okay. Donāt be too long.ā He holds your hand to help you off the bed while he readjusts against the headboard. You playfully roll your eyes, grabbing your t-shirt off the floor and quickly throwing it on before you slip out of your bedroom to the kitchen.
You fill up two more glasses of water and begin rummaging through your cabinets for any sort of edible snack when you hear tapping on the glass doors leading to your balcony. You nearly drop everything when you turn and see Jungkook standing there in his Spider-Man suit, his mask in his hand.
āFuck.ā You grumble, sitting down the snacks and water before going to unlock the door with pure fear coursing through your veins.
āSince when do you lock this door?ā Jungkook asks as soon as you turn the lock.
āJust to be safe.ā Your voice shakes and your eyes continuously flash towards the hallway where you know your bedroom door is wide open. Another man in your bed.
āIām sorry I havenāt been here in so long I justā¦ā He pauses, a look you recognize crossing his face. He senses something.
Shit.
āIs everything okay?ā You know the answer.
āHeās in here.ā Jungkook immediately starts to push past you to look through your apartment.
āWho? What are you talking about Jungkook?ā You try to grab his arm while he looks in your living room.
āThe monster. I know that feeling anywhere. Heās here. What the fuck is he doing here?ā You shove against his chest to stop him.
āThereās no monster here. I think you need to go.ā
āWhat the fuck is going on, Data? Is someone else here?ā His jaw ticks and your panic is starting to take over.
āIā¦um. Jungkook, please just listen.ā
āWho? Who the fuck is it?ā He pushes past you and you grab his arm to stop him before he freezes in place, looking at the doorway that leads to the hall.
Taehyung in all his shirtless glory stands leaning against the frame.
āLooking for me?ā Taehyung smirks and you want to die.
āWho the fuck are you?ā Jungkook practically seethes.
āPretty sure you know the answer to that.ā Taehyung takes a step towards you and Jungkook immediately blocks his path.
āYouāre him? The monster from the lab?ā Jungkook asks, moving into an even more protective stance.
āYou donāt need to protect her from me.ā Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest and walks over to the counter where you left the water and snacks, picking up a glass and taking a few drinks. āIād never hurt her.ā
āYou mean the way your monster left her bruised and bleeding by the docks? Fuck you.ā Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you towards the balcony door. āI donāt know what youāre doing with him, Data, but heās fucking dangerous. Letās go.ā
āJungkook, please. You donāt understand.ā
āDonāt fight me on this. Iām getting you out of here.ā
āSince when do you care about ___? She may as well be alone when sheās with you.ā Taehyung moves to stand in front of the doors.
āShut the fuck up. Youāre lucky I donāt drag you to Mr. Kim this fucking second.ā
āIs that so, spider boy?ā Taehyung smiles and grabs Jungkookās shoulder to stop him from dragging you any farther.
Jungkook lets go of your wrist and pushes Taehyung in the chest. But before he can make any other moves, Venomās black crawling skin swallows Taehyung and replaces him with the huge looking monster.
Venom roars, shaking your entire apartment. Heās so big he takes almost half the room.
āGet the hell out of here, Data!ā Jungkook yells, slipping his mask back over his face.
You want to rip your hair from your head. Scream at the top of your lungs. Stomp on the floor like a two year old throwing a tantrum.Ā
But you deserve this after what youāve been doing.
āStop.ā You say, watching Jungkook shoot a web at Venomās sharp clawed hand. āStop it!ā You practically scream, making the both of them pause to look at you.
āGo outside, Creature.ā Venom growls.
āYouāre both going to listen to me. Right fucking now.ā You walk across the kitchen and stand between them. āYouāre not about to destroy my apartment with your pointless fighting. So listen to what I have to say.ā
Jungkook stays in his defensive position but nods towards you for you to continue.
āYouāre going to listen too, monster. Understand?ā
āBossy little creature.ā He groans, ripping Jungkookās web off of his hand and giving you his attention.
āI realized the other day that you all want the same thing. You want to shut down that lab and stop the testing theyāre doing on humans. Venom wants to save his friends and go home and Jungkook, I know you want to save everyone trapped inside there. So why donāt we all work together to make it happen?ā You release a long breath after everything spills out. āAnd after we do thatā¦then we can talk aboutā¦us.ā You motion between the three of you.
āDataā¦I didnāt know that Iā¦ā Jungkook starts to say but you stop him by holding up a hand.
āWe arenāt doing this now, okay? Right now, we need to go see Jin.āĀ
āIronman.ā Venom growls in distaste.
āHe can help. I know heāll know how to get you and the other symbiotes home.ā you try to reason.Ā
Venom contemplates for a moment before answering. āFine, Creature. But if he messes with me, I eat him.ā
āYouāve got to be kidding.ā Jungkook half laughs, taking off his mask as he approaches you. āYouāre serious?ā
āYes. Now letās go.ā You walk out the balcony door and wait expectantly. āWell?ā You tap your foot.
Jungkook and Venom stare at each other for a moment, silently telling the other that these conversations arenāt over but that theyāre going to trust you on this.
Jungkook puts his mask back on once more and makes a beeline towards you, grabbing you around the waist and jumping off the balcony with you in his arms. Venom barks a laugh and quickly follows after.
And then youāre falling.
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ā¤ summary: You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead. (18+)
ā¤ pairing: sir crocodile x afab!reader x donquixote doflamingo, crocodile x doflamingo
ā¤ word count:Ā 4.2k
ā¤ warnings:Ā sub!reader, mean dom!croc & meaner dom!doffy, double penetration, anal sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), creampie, breeding kink, degradation, objectification, power play, she/her & 'girl' used
ā¤ notes:Ā purely self-indulgent filth..... i am not seeing heaven's gates
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Being Sir Crocodileās personal secretary obviously had its benefits. Traveling to all sorts of conferences alongside him, meeting important and influential people, and always feeling protected. You lived a more lavish life than the vast majority of Alabastans, and all it took was looking the other way when documents with a winged Jolly Roger appeared on his desk. But it had some major downfalls, too, like putting up with whatever the hell was going on between your boss and that blonde feathery freak.Ā
You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead.Ā
Fragrant and flashy perfume clashed with the thick and heady scent of an expensive cigar, overwhelming your senses and making you dizzy. Crocodileās lengthy cock was buried deep in your throat. You choked and sputtered around it, trying your hardest to use your mouth well and please your boss. Doflamingoās harsh thrusts into your pussy from behind were making it difficult.
Your wrists had long lost their strength to support you, so you were positioned on your knees and elbows. The dark-haired man comfortably reclined on a stack of plush pillows, his ring-covered hand resting on the crown of your head. Doflamingo gripped your hips hard and repeatedly slammed his enormous dick inside you, practically penetrating your womb. You didnāt have to see him to know that he was maniacally grinning.Ā
You were fully naked and on display for the two men (to be fair, the blonde was already half-naked when he entered the room). Their perfectly sculpted and scarred bodies were also completely bare, but somehow they both still had their coats on. You would have laughed at the absurdity if it didnāt remind you of their high status and how far below them you were. Or maybe it just was an unspoken challenge between them ā first one to take theirs off loses.
They had already made you cum three times before they even got their dicks out. Under the guise of being a gracious host, Crocodile had allowed Doflamingo the honor of your first orgasm of the night. He had made you straddle his thigh and get yourself off by rubbing your bare cunt on his leather pants, bouncing his leg up and down and cackling sadistically at your humiliated expression. Then Crocodile had eaten you out as the other man fondled your tits, and then Doflamingo had strung you up until you couldnāt move an inch while they worked together to torture your pussy. They were each menaces on their own, but somehow sharing your body like this didnāt make their egos clash ā they cooperated. It was only a matter of time until they figured out something kinky to do with Crocodileās sand powers, and then youād be truly fucked.
You were losing yourself in the salty taste of Crocodileās cock, the thickness of it stretching your mouth almost painfully while your nose repeatedly brushed against his neatly groomed pubes. Slowly forcing your head up and down, never giving you more than a second to breathe. He was barely sweating, looking down at you with cold eyes as he puffed at the cigar hanging from his lips. A direct contrast to Doflamingo bullying your poor cunt and shoving your body forwards onto the other manās lap with every thrust.Ā
A dry finger suddenly prodded at your asshole, causing you to choke around your bossās cock. Crocodile clicked his tongue. āTwo holes at once? Youāre being greedy, Doffy.ā His words were teasing, a wicked smirk on his scarred face while he continued ignoring your obvious protests.Ā
āYou get to use her whenever you want. I think thatās pretty greedy.ā The blonde frowned, continuing to insistently circle his fingertip around your rim. āBesides, Iām trying to do something nice for you. You can have her pussy, so Iāll take her ass.ā
The dark-haired man exhaled a cloud of smoke. Without his hand holding you down, you pulled off of his dick with a lewd wet noise and spun your head to face Doflamingo. āW-waitā¦ bothā¦ at the, ahh, same ti-imeā¦?ā Your muddled mind tried to express your fear, knowing full well that neither of them would care. āC-canāt fitā¦ā
āYou donāt know that until you try,ā Doflamingo replied with a twisted grin. Actually, he wasnāt sure why the three of you hadnāt tried it yet. Perhaps it had something to do with your size difference. Both men were unnaturally tall ā the blonde often made fun of Crocodile for only being 8ā4 ā and their cocks were more than proportional. Each was longer than your forearm and practically matched the thickness. Your stomach felt close to bursting from just one.Ā
Looking to your boss for help, you silently pleaded for some hint of kindness inside the man. His cold glare and cruel smile granted you none.
At first, you had assumed Crocodile was the nicer of the two, that he felt some kind of sympathy and held regard for human life. You quickly realized in horror that they were two sides of the same sadistic coin. The same need for dominance, longing for powerful positions, and lack of hesitation to step on anyone below them for their own benefit. Sure, Doflamingo used his strings very inappropriately in the bedroom. But Crocodile had never taken off his hook during sex, resulting in a few āaccidentalā fading cuts on your back and thighs. Doflamingo was very open about his madness, while the other kept it neatly buttoned up under silk dress shirts.
āDonāt worry,ā Crocodile rubbed your cheek, feigning gentleness, before saying, āWeāll make them fit.ā
You gulped, feeling very much like prey caught in a fatal trap.
Doflamingo stopped his thrusts with his cock deep inside you and sucked his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, coating them with enough spit to not rip your hole. He would never be generous enough to use actual lube.Ā
He snickered when he caught Crocodile watching his movements and swirled his tongue teasingly around his digits. āEnjoying the view, baby?ā
āIām enjoying a break from that ridiculous smile of yours.ā The other man replied smoothly. āMaybe Iāll use my fingers to shut you up the next time you say something irritating.ā
āYour fingers are too rough,ā the blonde pouted and shoved a long finger inside your asshole in one go, making you cry out and clench your fists. Neither man acknowledged your pained reaction, though you felt Doflamingoās cock twitch excitedly inside you. āMy mouth feels all sandy afterwards.ā
Crocodile smirked to himself ā he controlled every grain of sand in his body, so any bits left behind in Doflamingoās mouth (or in his clothes, or the crevices of his body) was intentional. His gaze flickered down to you, grasping the base of his cock and timidly licking at his tip. āYou can do better than that, slut.ā You instantly swallowed it halfway, not daring to upset your boss.
The dark haired man let out a content sigh as he watched the beautiful scene in front of him. Your back glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and a giant red Doffy-shaped handprint still burned on your ass. The blondeās pace had slowed down slightly so he could focus on preparing your asshole with no gentleness whatsoever. He used two digits to spread your hole wide, then spat directly inside it. You whimpered at the filthy feeling, sending pleasant vibrations through Crocodileās cock.Ā
āFuck, thatās hot.ā Doflamingo swore, watching his saliva disappear inside you. āWhat a good little whore.ā You unconsciously wiggled your hips at his praise.Ā
The more he pushed and prodded deep inside you, the harder it was to focus on pleasuring the cock in your mouth. Wordlessly, Crocodile placed his hook on the back of your neck, the sharp edge dangerously close to your throat. The message was clear ā you immediately got to work, cheeks hollowing and sloppily drooling around his dick.Ā
Doflamingo nodded his chin at the heavy gold object. āYou ever finger anyone with that glorified fish hook?āĀ
Your entire body went cold. Hopefully that wasnāt a suggestion.
āNo, but you can be the first to try it out.āĀ
āAww, Croc, youāre making me blush.ā He didnāt seem even a tiny bit flustered.
Ignoring you was part of their sick game. Making you feel so incredibly small and unimportant. Nothing but a fleshlight for two of the most powerful men in the world to share while they bickered among themselves.Ā
Trying to regain their focus, you clenched your holes and moaned loudly. āShh, darling,ā Crocodile cooed mockingly. āThe adults are talking.ā
You hated how much that humiliation turned you on and made your core ache with need.Ā
āWell, she seems about ready.ā Doflamingo chuckled, unceremoniously pulling out of your swollen pussy, his cock angry and red and shining with your juices. You fought to keep your lower half from collapsing to the bed. āHow do you wanna do this?ā
You looked up at Crocodile questioningly, not daring to take his dick out of your mouth yet. Your boss gently tugged at your hair and you raised your head, coughing and sputtering for air. You suddenly felt a shameful sense of emptiness ā you missed having your holes stuffed full.
He stroked the back of your head as if you were his pet. āAny ideas, doll?ā
It was the first time all night that they asked for your opinion, that you werenāt passively taking every bit of pleasure and pain that they graciously gave you. You gulped nervously, looking between both men. Doflamingo seemed especially excited to hear you pick your poison.Ā
āM-maybeā¦ I couldā¦ sit in your laps?ā You replied timidly, unsure if your input even mattered.Ā
āIs that a question or an answer?ā Crocodile raised an eyebrow.
As calm and collected as both men seemed, you could tell they were growing impatient. Their cocks dripped precum and subtly twitched with need. You were desperate for stimulation, too, so you steeled your hazy mind and nodded resolutely. āI want to sit in your laps. Feel you both so deep inside me. Iā¦ I might go crazy if you donāt fuck me.ā You turned to Doflamingo, batted your eyes innocently, and added, āIāll be good for you, I promise.ā
The blonde threw his head back and moaned exaggeratedly. āFuck, baby, youāre straight out of my wet dreams. Why donāt you visit Dressrosa sometime?ā
āDonāt get any ideas,ā Crocodile gave the man a hard glare, helping your shaky body into a sitting position. āSheās mine. The best secretary Iāve had in years.ā
Doflamingo cackled. āI forgot sheās your fucking employee! Thereās no way you two actually get any work done. I bet I can open any file cabinet in your office and find cum stains on those papers.ā
āOpen anything in my office and Iāll throw you in my Sea Prism Stone cell.ā
You rolled your eyes as you maneuvered yourself into Crocodileās lap, using his shoulders for support as you straddled his slightly spread thighs. Their twisted flirting was seemingly endless. Couldnāt they have picked a better time?
āDonāt get bratty, darling,ā he snickered and quickly slapped your breast, making you yelp in surprise. āUnless you canāt survive another minute without our dicks inside you.ā
You nodded and bit your lip, feeling your juices trickle out of your hole and drop down your leg. āPlease, sir, I need you. Need you both.ā Crocodile hummed in satisfaction ā he had trained you so well. He pressed an intoxicating open-mouthed kiss to your jaw and simultaneously twisted your nipple.Ā
āStarting without me isnāt fair.ā Doflamingo grumbled petulantly as he shuffled into place behind you. It took a few tries until he found a way to comfortably tangle his hairy legs around Crocodileās, their pelvises almost pressed together and his massive cock smacking against your spine. The blonde bit your earlobe and laughed when you flinched.
Your fists clenched onto Crocodileās smooth fur jacket, breasts flush against his muscular pecs, while soft and wispy feathers grazed your back and sent ticklish shivers down your spine. The air felt electric with anticipation and excitement and pure unadulterated lust. Your body might hate you the next morning for this ā no, youād feel the aftermath of their desire for at least a few days. But at that moment, you needed your holes stuffed full more than you needed oxygen.Ā
With a shaky breath, you stood on your knees, their long cocks still barely fitting underneath you. Doflamingo tapped the crown of his dick against your rim before holding it steady. They waited with bated breath for you to sink down.
Two Warlords were inside you.
You felt like your body was ripping in half. And yet the pain made you even wetter, a debauched moan spilling from your lips and eyes rolling back into your skull. Both men simultaneously groaned in satisfaction, an angelic choir of devils singing your praise. Being on top gave you a refreshing sense of controlā¦ one that didnāt last very long.
Crocodileās hand settled on your hip to gently coax you down, while Doflamingo pressed hard on your shoulders. When it was finally too much and your body refused to take any more ā not even halfway down their massive lengths ā tight strings wound around your thighs and forced you down the rest of the way. You cried out in anguish, speared on their massive cocks.
Thankfully, the two men let you adjust once you had their entire lengths inside you and rested in their laps. You shuddered in their hold, trying your best to calm your rapid heartbeat. Perhaps there was a hint of kindness in their decision, but it was more likely for their own benefit. A broken toy was no fun to play with and they werenāt even close to being done with you.Ā
Crocodile reclined against the bedās headboard and let out a low whistle. āFuck,ā he swore in a gravelly voice, eyes half-lidded and seemingly hypnotized. āYou are so fucking full.āĀ
You looked down in perverted fascination to see your stomach bulging unnaturally, almost making you appear pregnant. He ran his hand over the well-defined outline of his cock and you felt it twitch inside you excitedly.
āWhat? No fair, youāre hogging the view. Let me see.ā Doflamingo pouted, leaning over your shoulder. He giggled ferociously at the sight. āOh, thatās sexy as hell.ā The hand that wasnāt manipulating his strings joined Crocodileās to rub over your bulging belly, applying pressure to your womb and making you keen. āThat feels good, huh? You like when we force our way inside your tight little holes and rearrange your guts?ā
Your face burned red at his filthy words but you nodded rapidly. Your boss frowned and pinched your clit, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. āI thought I taught you to use your words.ā
āY-Yes, sir, I love it.ā Doflamingoās long tongue snaked out to lap away the single teardrop running down your cheek.Ā
āSo obedient.ā He nuzzled into your neck almost affectionately. āSo good for us.ā
Moments like this made you question what your relationship with them was. Sure, you were definitely more of a prized possession than a romantic partner, but maybe you possessed them in a different way. You would never voice that thought aloud, but itās what prevented you from quitting your job, getting the hell out of Alabasta, and finding an actual partner and decent life somewhere else. They could have anyone in the world they desired, but Crocodile hadnāt been with anyone besides Doflamingo and you since the first time he fucked you on his office desk, much too horny to try to seduce you back to his bedroom.
And while you didnāt know what the other Warlord got up to in his own kingdom, at the very least, he always came back for more. Doflamingo could tell vicious lies dripping with sugar like no one else, but part of you hoped there was some truth in calling you gorgeous and perfect and his good little whore.Ā
You knew you were probably deluding yourself, but Doflamingoās warm mouth sucking marks into your throat and Crocodileās palm rubbing over your stomach soothingly made your heart ache and veins burn.
āAlright, enough. Letās get started.ā The blonde used his powers to raise your body slowly, revealing their cocks glistening with your juices.Ā
āNo strings,ā Crocodile interrupted, but added with a smirk, āYet. Let her do it herself for now.ā
Doflamingo licked his lips and leaned back on his hands leisurely. His strings loosened but didnāt disappear. āShow me what youāve got, puppet.āĀ
This was a test. There would be hell to pay if you failed, though you werenāt sure if passing was humanly possible. You continued to rise up at the pace Doflamingoās strings had set, inch by delicious inch rubbing against your walls until only the tips were inside you. āYouāre both so big,ā you bit your lip seductively. āI feel so empty without your dicks.ā
Then you quickly sank back down to the base, knocking the air out of your lungs. Head flying back to rest on the blonde manās feather-coated shoulder. Crocodileās cock kissed your cervix as Doflamingoās bullied its way inside your asshole deeper than anything was meant to go.Ā
You repeated the motion again and again, doing your best to clench your holes tight and take their entire lengths every time.Ā
āThis is getting boring,ā the blonde rolled his eyes impatiently. A subtle twitch of his fingers forced you onto your knees then slammed you back down to their laps, their balls slapping against your sensitive skin. You were too overwhelmed to even comprehend what happened, but the man continued to manipulate your body at a brutal pace.Ā
āMuch better.ā Crocodile agreed, taking in your blank expression and glazed-over eyes. Your mind completely shut off, focused on receiving every bit of carnal pleasure that the two Warlords graciously gave you. You were completely under their control and at their mercy. Your boss cooed at you mockingly. āPoor girl. Thereās not a thought in that pretty little head of yours, huh, doll?ā
Your silence answered his question so perfectly that he didnāt even punish you for not responding.Ā
āShe fucking loves it. Look at her drool.ā Doflamingo grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. He delighted in your debauched expression, tongue lolling out of your mouth, before leaning back and slapping your ass. Your body spasmed around their cocks.Ā
The blonde used his strings to hold you down as far as possible, admiring the bulge in your stomach again with a sick grin. You hardly noticed it ā you hardly noticed anything at this point. Then he ripped Crocodileās lit cigar from the corner of his mouth and haphazardly threw it across the room. Miraculously, nothing caught on fire.Ā
āThat was expensive.ā Crocodile snarled.Ā
āI donāt care about your fucking tobacco.ā Doflamingo grabbed the other manās slicked-back hair and slammed their lips together in a hungry kiss that was all teeth and tongue. You watched dazedly as they licked at each otherās mouths like feral animals. Matching each otherās intensity and fighting to maintain their dominance. With his free hand, the blonde groped your breast, squeezing it in his large palm before rolling your nipple between his fingers.Ā
The men pulled away, panting heavily from the intense kiss. A thick string of saliva kept their lips connected. Doflamingo broke it by swiping his tongue across Crocodileās reddened bottom lip.Ā
āLetās get her pregnant, Croc. I want her tits swollen with milk so I can suck them dry.ā You felt a shiver run through your entire body. What a terrifying, deranged, yet tempting thought. You didnāt dare voice your thoughts, but the blonde still felt your ass clench around his cock. He cackled and roughly tugged at your nipple. āI think our little girl likes that idea.ā
Crocodileās dark eyes turned to you. āConsider yourself lucky that heās not in your pussy.ā As if he was wearing a condom himself. As if he even owned condoms.Ā
Doflamingo suddenly leaned forward and knocked you down with his weight, causing you and Crocodile to fall like dominos. The dark-haired man was almost flat on his back and you were crushed between their bodies, breasts uncomfortably squished against your bossās fleshy chest. A cloud of pink feathers suddenly encompassed you, hanging loosely from the blondeās shoulders and fully caging you in. Now that he was on top, he released the strings from around your thighs. Doflamingo gave a particularly harsh thrust forward and you yelped, the change in angle hitting an extra sensitive part of you. Crocodileās cock insistently pressed against your g-spot.
The blonde placed his hand softly on Crocodileās cheek, caressing the sharp line of his jaw. Very out of place, very unlike Doffy. But when he pulled away, a single thin thread followed his fingertip like a spider weaving a web.Ā
āGet this fucking thing off of me.ā The dark-haired man growled, grabbing at where it attached to his jaw in vain. Panic raced through your mind ā you didnāt want to literally be in the middle of their fight. But Crocodile didnāt seem truly angry, more annoyed that this happened again.Ā
āIāll be nice,ā he chuckled menacingly. He slowly moved his pointer finger in a come-hither motion and Crocodileās hips followed the same upwards path, pushing his cock even further inside you. āSee? Just wanted to take the lead.ā
Doflamingo immediately resumed his inhuman pace, pistoning in and out and making your ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. One hand mimicked marionette motions as he manipulated Crocodile into mirroring his speed and ferocity, and the other held your hip firmly in place. He perfectly timed their thrusts so they pulled out and pushed in at the same exact time, knocking the air out of your lungs and setting your core on fire.
As godly as both men appeared, they were still very much human and rapidly approaching their orgasms. Your bossās chest heaved underneath you, eyelids fluttering shut and pink dusting his cheeks. Doflamingo panted like a wild beast, letting out breathy, excited giggles at the sight of his two pretty puppets. A few stray feathers had fallen off his coat which landed in Crocodileās messy hair and clung to your sticky skin. The overwhelming need to possess and consume both of you made the blondeās head spin.Ā
You raised your head from where it was buried in your Crocodileās chest, now covered in a puddle of your drool. āPlease, s-sirs, I need-ā You were interrupted by Doflamingo deftly rubbing your neglected clit in tight circles. You choked on your words, looking at your boss pleadingly.Ā
āYou may cum, darling.ā Crocodile offered you a merciful smile.Ā
Stars flashed before your eyes and you swore you ascended to heaven, every nerve in your body tingling and toes curling tightly as you cried out the names of your saviors, before you came crashing down to earth with an unabashed and sinful drawn-out moan. Moments after that bright white light washed over you, thick white cum exploded in both of your holes as the Warlords cried out simultaneously. Doflamingo kept Crocodileās hips flush against your body as his heavy balls stuffed you full and only lowered them when he had let out his final spurts.Ā
āFuck.ā The blondeās breath caught in his throat as he watched his cum spill out around his length, dripping out of your ass onto Crocodileās dick underneath. You had never felt so used, so filthy, and fuck did it feel incredible.Ā
The dark-haired man felt your heart beating rapidly against him and noticed you slowly slip into darkness, your consciousness fading. āStay with us, doll.ā He stroked your hair and ran his rough thumb over your cheek.Ā
You smiled, dazed and dopey. āThā¦ thank youā¦ā
āTaking everything we give you and thanking us afterā¦ absolutely fucking perfect.ā Doflamingo breathed heavily. You wailed from sensitivity as he pulled his cock out of your abused hole and the man beneath you followed suit. More globs of cum dripped out of your pussy and ass and spilled onto Crocodileās fur coat sprawled out beneath him. Doflamingo giggled in delight. āBetter wash that for him tomorrow, little girl.ā
āSheās a secretary, not a servant.ā Crocodile rolled his eyes, knowing that anyone in a position lower than Doffyās was interchangeable to him. He swiped two fingers down the cleft of your ass, collecting sticky strings of cum and making your oversensitive body jolt. āBut good girls clean up their messes, right?ā
You obediently sucked his fingers clean, swirling your tongue around his digits and moaning like a whore at the salty taste of their mixed semen.Ā
Doflamingo untangled his body from yours and reclined back with a satisfied sigh. āWhenās round two?ā
Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, but Crocodile spoke before you could protest ā his words held more weight than yours, after all. āThat was round four for her. Itās a miracle that your dick hasnāt killed someone yet.ā
āFine, Iāll wait.ā He pouted like a spoiled child. āBut donāt go soft on me, Croc. Youāre the only one whoās fun enough to share toys with.ā
Crocodile rolled you off of his chest none too gently, but thankfully, you had a plush blanket and padded mattress to land upon. āIf weāre both ready to go, why not do a round without her?ā His predatory gaze met yours. āIām sure she would love to watch.ā
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good things
logan howlett x reader
Summary: You and Logan hadn't had sex in weeks, and now that you had a bit of alone time celebrating your anniversary, you figured it was time to make it up to each other.
Warnings: afab!reader, MDNI, smut w/ plot, pet names (bub, princess, doll)
Aromatic herbs and garlic wafted throughout the house as you sat on the counter watching Logan cook.
If someone had told you in the past that you'd be living with this gruff, angry man, settled down and watching him make you dinner, you would have laughed in their faces. The man in front of you was definitely not the same one you met a year ago, but keeping him company as he prepared your anniversary dinner was definitely something you could get used to.
You swirled the red wine in your glass around, studying the strain of Logan's muscles under his white wife-beater. It had been so long since you had touched him, felt the lines and ridges of his arms and chest. Work had made it difficult for you two to find...alone time. By the time either of you made it home and into bed, one of you (usually Logan) would be too tired to start anything. You didn't say anything, because you were also tired, but also because you knew how much he needed the rest. Being in such a close proximity to him now, with nothing but time on your hands...it was too tempting.
Logan turned around, a slight smile growing on his face as he leaned on the counter and picked up his glass of wine. By no means was he a wine drinker, but today was a special occasion, and so he swallowed it down if for nothing else but your own sake. "Almost done doll. Ten minutes and then we can eat."
You clicked your glass against his and downed the rest of your wine. "Cheers to that. I'm starving. Wanna..." you trailed off, sliding your empty wineglass towards him, "...fill me up?"
A mischievous glint flickered in Logan's eye, but he didn't rise to your bait. His gaze never leaving yours, he slid the bottle of wine over and poured more in your glass, leaning just far enough over the counter to give you a kiss on the forehead with a dark chuckle. "Thirsty bub?"
You took his intense staring as a challenge, leaning back in your chair and lifting your glass to your lips, sensually tipping the liquid into your mouth. "Parched."
A smile formed on his lips. Shaking his head, he turned his back towards you again, gathering the dirty cooking utensils to dump into the sink. You were 100% certain that the wine must have been making you overzealous, because your before your brain could catch up with your movements, you had slipped out of your chair and padded to the other side of the counter. Logan stiffened as your set down your glass and snaked your arms around his midsection, pressing your face into his back.
"What's this?" he asked jokingly, spinning around to face you. His strong hands immediately found your waist, gripping them firmly as he pulled you closer.
"Lo," you said, so quiet it was almost a whisper. "We've both been working, and we haven't...it been a long time since we...you know."
Hesitation crept over his face. "Bub, Iā"
"Logan, please." You reached up on tippy toes, pressing small kisses into his jaw. "I've missed you."
With a show of strength that made heat pool into your stomach, Logan lifted you up and set you on the counter, nudging himself between your thighs. The breath was stolen from your lungs, and that familiar ache in your core that you had pushed down for weeks returned.
"Princess," he whispered, his breath fanning against your ear. "There is nothing more I wanna do right now than fuck you right here on this counter. It's all I've been thinking about. But you've been working hard, and I'm sure you're tired. You need rest."
He's about to pull away from you again, but before he can, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, the buckle of his belt catching on the crotch of your jeans. He sucks in a breath and you arch into him.
Your lips ghost over his jawline, and you can't help the whimper that slips from your lips. "Please."
One, two, three seconds of hesitation before his hands are under your ass and hauling you into your shared bedroom. He drops you onto the bed, hands gripping your thighs, your hips, your tits. A gasp escapes you as he grinds into you, his hard cock hitting your clit so deliciously.
"Fuck," he groans, dropping his head against your shoulder as he rolls his hips against you. "Haven't had you in so long princess...haven't even taken your clothes off yet and you feel so damn good."
Your hands trail up his chest, down his back, as you arch yours looking for any sort of contact. Logan's fingers found the button of your jeans, making slow work of undoing them and pulling down the zipper.
"Do you know how badly I've been needing to taste you?" He slowly strips your jeans off of your silky legs, making quick work of your shirt next. "My baby, spread out all pretty like thisāfuckā"
He trails a finger down your stomach, dipping the digit beneath your panties. A wanton moan slips out, your voice catching as his middle finger dipped into your folds, collecting the wetness pooled there. "Fuck, Loganā"
He pushes his finger into your mouth, effectively shutting you up as you lick and suck the taste of yourself off of him. His eyes never left yours, his gaze so dark and intense that it had your mind reeling with inappropriate thoughts. For weeks, this was all you had been wantingāhim.
Pulling his finger out of your mouth with a pop, Logan slide down your body until his face was directly in front of your cunt. You gasped as the tip of his nose brushed your clit, your hips jolting forward to grind on his face, searching for any sort of contact. He laid his strong arm across your hips, caging you in and holding you down.
"Ah ah, patience doll. You've waited three weeks, what's a little longer?" He inhaled your arousal, hands gripping your thighs and prying your legs apart. You couldn't help but moan, him being so goddamn close to touching you where you need it.
"Besides," he added, pulling your panties to the side and looking up at you. "Good things come to those who wait."
a/n: AHHH MY FIRST FIC ON HERE FINALLY DONE! this is seriously a moment for me bc i havenāt written fanfiction that flowed so easy and genuinely enjoyed in a looooong time. i hope you like it!! lmk if you want a part 2?? lol
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āāāā point one, caught off guard.
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āā . summary. when you get pulled in this whole situation, maybe it's for the best, don't you think captain?
įÆį”£š©.į ā¹ director's note.. hello disciples >< will be answering asks soon, just feels like im spamming the HELL outta kinich works so LOL
įÆį”£š©.į ā¹ pairings. capitano x fem!reader
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āā . warnings. nsfw, lowkey hate fucking, cunnilingus, fem terms used, fem nicknames used, reader is a well-known traveler (plus is strong!), SPOILER FOR NATLAN ARCHON QUEST !!! reader strong but capitano stronger:^, reader takes commissions, low-key vision play (I'LL EXPLAIN!!), mirror sex, pwp, slight dacryphilia (shown for a literal splice of the fic)
wc: 2k ā
rated 18+
you never expected to land yourself into a situation like this . . you were a reputable hero, with a reputation that spoke for itself!
you originally hated the fatui, you planned to never ever give any of 'em mercy when you came across them. the rumors of their deeds- all of them unforgivable. the many innocents witnessed dead at the scene. stolen goods. everything you could think of.
" damn harbingers! are they trying to target us specifically?! " one of your past commissioners exclaimed. " it's as if all are damn supply is all gone! " he screams, banging a beer bottle onto the table.
you swiftly dodge the sudden shard of glass coming your way. sighing softly- " maybe . . I can try and find them myself. " a tilt from your head is apparent, he glosses his eyes over you and laughs.
" you think you could take them, really? " his hand lifts up to wipe a tear of the edge of his eyes. " . . yes. because I can."
" alright sweetheart, I get how you're pretty good at what you do . . but you can't be that sure you'll beat the number one harbinger, can you?"
" hell yeah I can! " you stood up, as he offered an impossible amount of resources, going even as far as to offer up one of his business to youāin doubt that you'd beat capitano himself.
as you followed throughout the distant trail of elemental traces throughout natlan, trying to find the abysmal saurian that had been causing your most recent commissioner much trouble before suddenly hearing voices, and getting sucked into a different environment.
your head ached, as you opened your eyesāthe night kingdom?! remnants of livid souls whispered and wailed. quickly analyzing your surroundings, it was almost as if no one else was there before a voice materialized behind you. "so you . . are the rumored hero. aren't you? quite beautiful I must say."
your features were unseen to him in all his years of exploring the past of the lands all over the home you all call teyvat (or at least for the year being)
"you must be . . a harbinger, right? those badges on your uniform aren't just given to anyone." your eyes scan him briefly before a scoff leaves your lips. "a smart princess. yes, I am." a smirk from behind the shadows of his headwear grew.
"hmm, i must say, i did not expect such a refined lady behind all the recent rumors or who had been taking out my troops." he hummed. "not that it's bad, don't get me wrong." he took slow steps near you
"how about.. you join my cause, pretty? I'll make sure that the nation is safe right by your side, and as well as the others." he reaches his gloved hand out to you. you simply scorn, "join? i hate you fatui. all the same." to be fair, your impression of all of them were just loyal to their archon, as well as mass murderers with no intentions of mercy. so he nodded. "how about I show you what I can service you with? it might convince you."
in a sense, you were unsure if you could, even when your strength was undoubtedly amazing, surpassing most people. "haaah.. getting- cocky now are we, sweetheart?" a lowly gruff escapes the first harbinger's throat.
the soft plush of your thighs squeezed around his cheeks. his helmet laid out on the floor. if he kept it on he knows it hurt the pretty pussy he tried to taste so badly.
well, that brings us back to why and how you got into this position. A bit of convincing goes a long way, I suppose. (in my head i believe fully that capitano has an unironically long tongue just to give context.)
a long swipe of tongue over your clit was unfurled. another kiss to your cunt- he temporarily removed himself from the blissful taste of the entrance his tongue loved to stay so snug inside, biting the tip of his glove off to remove his glove carefully. his long digits start to replace his lips that previously placed themselves onto you.
"n.. ngh." his thumb rubbed your clit so carefully, you almost try pushing his face off, your hands attempting to grab the strands at the back of his head.
originally you were lured out by ororon; into the domain of the night kingdom. but capitano didn't expect you to be so.. enticing, and neither did ororon, even hesitating at first before actually opening the domain.
necessarily capitano didn't even hate you, no. he wanted you. "s- stop.. i don't want you.." his mouth made a pop sound when detaching itself as he smirked, warm breath felt near your cunt. "let this cunt speak for itself . . I'm spoiling you so much, my queen." a raspy, deep chuckle emits, he wanted you more than anything he's ever seen.
even once his tongue starts to slow down, you feel your hips instinctively grind onto his tongue. but he couldn't keep his eyes off you- such a pretty sight, better than a seventieth-floor view. almost with half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you- an icy gaze glossed over your face briefly.
you could feel your whines already emerge from your chest, your throat almost starting to get sore from all the whimpers of his name. you did agree on trading your assistance and strength for keeping natlan safe
he slowly reaches up from your cunt to your lips, a soft, gentle kiss, much different from how his tongue spoke deep and down below you. positioning your back comfortably onto the stone.
"s'pretty like this, aren't you?" "still- hnn.. still hate you, damn harbinger.." you wouldn't give in, not yet, but archons did he know how to pleasure a woman.
"mmf- easy now.. sweetheart." his cock almost choked- your hole barely even taking in its head. "fffuck- stop stop! hurts!" your hips jolted, and holy shit was he lengthy. and girthy. damn.
"did I now?" a genuine tone was prominent in his voice. leaning in closer, checking to see if he accidentally left any scars, or bruises. "tell me where it hurts." he licked off the essence of you on his fingers briefly before caressing your face.
he.. was much more caring than you expected. such a large, muscly manāyou expected worse from him. its not even because he took pity on you either, he genuinely cared.
"i- its fine. I just- 't was something I said in the heat of the moment.. don't worry you didn't."
"and.. you're sure?" he tilts his head, clear in the icicles of his eyes that he was still worried. sure he definitely wanted to fuck but what was the point if you weren't receiving any pleasure?
"yeah, yeah I'm fine."
after thoroughly checking on you, he goes back to what he was originally planning to do. maybe you'd like this position more?
or maybe he should really talk you through it, let you know he's right there, behind you, literally.
your back against his chestāhe decided on letting you take him at your own pace. his cock twitched, leaking with precum, but he knew if he wanted the best possible experience with you.. it'd be both of you being pleasured, not just himself.
you swear a minute ago he was all softie and stuff, why did he mood swing so damn hard! maybe you liked it when he basically slammed himself inside youāreaching to the very deepest parts that he can.
you were put up in a position of somewhat on all fours, yet both of your hands were up on the rock for support. capitano's words sounded tender, but his touch (for now) was not.
you yelp, every now and then taking you by surprise and grinding the very tip of his length against your g-spot.
"ssshit.. you feel so nice, princess.." the captain threw his head back, his grasp on your waist softening for the slightest moment, before returning to his usual pace.
a dried-up milky ring had casted itself around the base of his shaft- certainly making it clear for how you both have been at it.
the many times your eyebrows have knit, or the amount of moments wherein you rolled your eyes back. hellāeven the rock started to creak.
shit did he just- start to rub his fingers over your clit?! "ahh- fuck, fuck!" you whined as you body slowly got even more sensitive by each second. a squealing sob escapes your throat as the fire that pooled in your stomach was only abrupt before you came onto his cock.
sitting you down onto his lap. his hand briefly reached out to pry your thighs open for him, growing a mirror in front of you, reflective and icy.
you could see how his dick bulged in your stomach, making such a pretty mark for others to see.
"no one could treat you better than I am right now, right? tell me.." his voice just as cold, whispery as the night sky idle with stars.
it sent shivers down your spine. capitano groaned at how well your tight cunt took his width. caressing the rough pads of his calloused palms over the sweet mark in your stomach.
you felt your hips giving instinctive sloppy, yet slow thrusts onto his cock. then a sudden cold grasp landed over your throat as you tried to throw your head back. just the prettiest little groan you could feel vibrate across his chest.
you could see pretty slime-like milk-colored rings stretch each time you tried to lift yourself up to use his dick to hit your spot.
he loved feeling his hands over your waist, down to your hips. "fuck," he grunted, picking you up to pin your quintessential figure against said mirror. you shuddered- feeling all the coldness on your back, spreading to every inch of your spine.
"gonna fuck you like i mean it this time, looking so desperate for my cock when you know I look in the mirror. mmf, s'dirty." holding your waist, fingermarks clear, his grasp careful not to place them on the previous smears.
his tip teased itself against your clit, carefully rubbing against it, and trusted in roughly, making you almost scream.
was he really this long, and this fast? his pace matched that of a madman on a roll. every moan you let out only happened to make him even harder. why in the hell did he keep growing?!
you felt every emotion almost all at once, pleasure everlasting and rushing through your veins. it was almost too slippery down there, shaft sliding in n' out so fast- fuck! you didn't want to admit how good he felt inside you.
he grazed one of his hands over your chest. his breathy moans, he was in love with the way your hole stretched out, and over. your body almost wanted to run away- but at the same time, you wanted more.
"t- takin' me like a good girl, mm?" he chortles, you could feel that prominent vein on his shaft, that ran down to the very base, damn it felt good. "f- fuuuck.. fuck y- you!" almost an incessant whine as you let out small mewls of his name. shit he really could do this forever couldn't he . .
every time he pounded your gaping hole, you'd yelp, was he trying to chase your hole?! you swear you head the mirror your back faced crack!
" 'tano . . mmfffuck! i- i think the . . hnnn . . the m- mirror cracked." apart from your unnecessary incoherent babbles you let out mid-sentence, the captain simply chuckled at your barely phonological words. "even better then, I'll make sure you land on something soft."
"shit," he mumbled as his hurried strikes continued, "s'tight . . fuck you trying to keep me inside you?" your clingy cunt couldn't bare to let go of him. his thumb made small, pretentious circles on your hip.
he leans in further to land a kiss on your cheekbone, smirking as he does. solely focusing on how his dick probably kissed your insides better. how sad that he could only imagine how blissful might your nth orgasm be.
the mirror continued to crack underneath the pressure capitano put into his powerful strokes to your womb. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, while he started to kiss your tears away, he knew he went a little rougher than earlier.
he felt your nails claw, and scratch at his back. his face leaning in closer to place small pecks onto your breastsāsingle, separate, independent scattered everywhere.
a teetering edgeāyou arched your back as you came again. you could feel his sticky, goopy load shoot up into you. a loud wail exited your throat, he knew you probably felt amazing.
you slowly took breaths, exhaling, and inhaling as capitano helped you calm down. resting his hardness inside your hole for a bit 'till it softened. he rests you against the cracked mirror, checking if your back hurt, kissing your forehead.
"so, you want to join my mission now, pretty?"
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Nagi decided very early on that he liked you. He wasnāt one to deny himself the acceptance of his own feelings, so he surrendered at the slightest semblance of them. Feeling and acting are very different tasks for him, one was relieving and the other was a hassle. So he had no real intentions of ever expressing these feelings to you verbally. You found yourself in a similar situation. The two of you, blatantly in love, yet choosing to remain within the unspoken intimacy of your friendship.
Countless nights spent tangled in bed together, gentle touches and soft words. As it became more frequent, your bodies became more comfortable. Soon there were kisses planted to each otherās skin, his lips sometimes quivering over yours, but never committing to the act. He was unafraid to be handsy with you, heās felt you from head to toe. These moments felt clandestine to you, though you canāt imagine he felt the same considering his unashamed willingness.
Nagi feels thereās no need to tell you how he feels anymore, surely you already know. He tells you he loves you every time youāre together. When he traces his name into your skin with his fingertips, or when he lets his lips linger on your skin a few extra seconds. Sometimes, he cups your face in his hands and looks you in the eyes, hoping youāll read him to filth and hug him a little tighter to let him know you understand. Nagi is under the impression you already know how he feels, and youāve yet to reject his embrace, so you must feel the same. As far as heās concerned, youāre just taking it slow.
He called you over to his apartment with the intentions of taking the next step. āWanna stay the night?ā
Nagi spun around in his chair, his legs crossed criss-cross applesauce and his hands clenched around his ankles. He tilts his head at you as he awaits your response, his hair falling loosely to the side. āeffortlessly adorable as alwaysā you thought to yourself.
āDonāt look at me like that Sei, you know I have work in the morning and-ā, you were cut off by an obnoxious groan.
You gawked at his interruption, an expression that he promptly ignored. He pulled his headset off and threw himself beside you on the bed. You already knew where this was going. His arms were reaching out to tug you down into his embrace, and once that happened there would be no escape. As soon as you picked up on his movements you shifted to get out of the bed, but before you could you were down for the count. Your waist was pulled back down, the rest of your body surrendered. Your efforts to push away from him could barely be considered efforts as he pulled you into him. His arms hugged your waist loosely and his legs wrapped around yours in an almost fetal position. Nagiās sluggish stature always put you off guard to the sheer capacity of his strength, but you can feel it now as he holds you in place against him.
āIām serious, Nagiā¦ā your words came out with a sigh. Your pleads went in one ear and out the other. The only thing he was listening to was the gentle release of every breath you let out.
āSo am Iā¦and donāt call me that.ā he huffed at you. His lips began to part as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his warm breaths heating your skin and melting down your defense.
He planted a chaste kiss to your jaw and trailed it down to your collar bone. His hands on your back found their way to the hem of your shirt, pushing underneath it and smoothing upwards against your skin. He was trying to lull you into the comfort he provided, hoping that youāll ease into him and stop whining. He pulled his lips away from your neck and moved his head up to meet your gaze, giving you that same telling look he always did. āCome on, I know you wanna cuddle.ā
āIf I stay I might wake up late tomorrow. Iād have to be up early if I want enough time to head back to my place and get ready before-ā he had cut you off for the second time that night, far more obnoxiously than before, with his lips molding against yours.
Your body froze at the contact, though it didnāt feel foreign, just alarming. His body against yours felt like hot lava, and the strength of his hold weighted you more than before. You instinctively pushed him away, something you had never done to him before. āS-sei, what are you doing?ā
āWhat do you mean? Are you okay?ā he said with genuine concern, which shocked you even more than his unexpected kiss.
āWhy did you kiss me?ā you asked, darting your eyes back and forth between his, as if to say, āwhat the fuck?ā.
āBecause I wanted to.ā he cooed at you, still seemingly oblivious to why youāre suddenly so frantic.
āFriends donāt kiss each other like that Seiā¦ā
āBut I kiss you all the time.ā he let his head fall limp against the pillow, looking up at you with weary eyes.
āI know butā¦thatās different. We arenāt dating Sei.ā
āI guess not, but we still act how we do with each other anyways soā¦ā he trailed off, his eye contact with you unwavering. Heās right, the weight of his words hitting hard in this position, the two of you gazing at each other longingly. Nagi is the first to break eye contact, eyes shooting down to your neck as he sighed, āI thought you knewā¦ā
You didnāt need him to explain what he meant. You, of course, were in fact aware of Nagiās feelings for you. With you, Nagi was clingy, vulnerable, honest, and despite his sluggish nature, he was attentive, gentle, and doting. There were parts of him he reserved especially for you, and it didnāt go unnoticed. You could wisp away the thought with an excuse, āIām his best friend, of course he treats me differentlyā¦ā - but that couldnāt explain the way heād beg you over the phone to come and hold him while he sleeps, or the way heād trail kisses down your neck as he thanked you for coming over.
Memories began to bubble up. The love that Nagi Seishiro devoted to you was always there - apparent and unapologetic.
āNoā¦I knew. I just didnāt think you wanted anything more.ā you broke the silence that lingered in the small gap between you two.
āOf course I want something more, I want you.ā the last few words came out like a cry. Has he always spoken to you so tenderly? Yes, of course he has. When you searched for his eyes once more you found that they were already beating into yours. His face was dusted lightly red and his bottom lip was tugged gentle between his teeth. His eyes glistened with a feverish glaze over them, one that almost gave you goosebumps.
He said he wants you, and itās the neediest youāve ever seen him. His hands graze down your back and land on your hips once again to pull you impossibly closer. He didnāt feel like waiting for you to respond, actually, heād prefer if you both did less talking and more kissing. Itās been mere minutes since the first time he felt your lips against his and heās already craving another hit. He swiftly brings a hand up to cup your face and pull you down, crashing your lips into his.
You couldāve pulled back, but you didnāt. Instead you followed his pace, moving your lips against his. The kiss was lazy, sloppy even, but it was possibly the most passionate kiss youāve ever had. He shifted himself to hover over you, holding himself up with his hands all without parting his mouth from yours once. His hands began to roam your body as they did before, sliding under your shirt and tracing sweetly up and down your sides. This time around, he was teetering at the bottom band of your bra, and when his hands moved down, he did the same at the hem of your jeans.
āCan I touch you?ā he said, breathless as he pulled away from the kiss. āEverywhere I mean, can I take this off?ā his hand tugging at your shirt. Though he always kept it somewhat appropriate in the past, Nagi was no stranger to your body and skin - like valleys and plains that heās already explored, each time as soft and warm as it was last. He felt it was only right to ask, considering how you reacted to his kiss. The gentleness of his touch masked his excitement. His boyish nature couldnāt be stopped, a smile tugging at his lips knowing he was about to touch some boobs, - it was stupid, he thought, and so unbelievably cringe he couldnāt bear to let you see it on his face.
āYes, of course.ā you leaned forward and helped him remove your shirt. He quickly discarded his as well before leaning back down to kiss you again. You planted your hands flat on his chest and pushed him away gently, making him whine into the kiss as it ended. āWait, are we actually doing this? We got here kinda fast.ā
āWe donāt have to do anything if you donāt want to, but you already know this is what I want.ā his head found its way back into the crook of your neck as he spoke, ending his statement with a gentle kiss below your ear. It was alarming how quick the situation escalated, just minutes ago you were planning to head out and now youāre laying shirtless beneath your best friend. You try to take a moment to seriously consider your decision despite the intensity of the situation. Your vision stayed locked on your palms gripping gently to Nagiās chest. Still in contemplation, you let your eyes trail back up to lock with his - dull and sheen with a glint of desire you didnāt know he was capable of mustering up at all.
Of course you wanted this, you were already worked up from him being all over you and could feel a sticky pool of arousal bleeding through your panties. But did you need this? What would the morning look like? Would you leave before dawn and head to work that day, your relationship with Nagi remaining in its undeveloped state? It had been only moments since he offered you the out, yet all these thought ran rampant through your mind, unable to find a satisfactory solution. He mustāve noticed your look of uncertainty, as he slowly began to peel his skin away from you
The detachment set you off. All your concerncs still unresolved, yet you had your answer. You all but lunged yourself forward after him, hands cupping his face and dragging him back down to the sheets with you. His hands caught your back just before you hit the bed. He fumbled with the latches of your bra, but figured it out rather quick - discarding it to the floor and laying you down gently on the mattress.
As he leaned closer to you, his lips met yours again. They trailed down to your neck, then he nibbled gently on the skin of your collarbone. His kisses continued down your chest, diverting the linear path to drag his tongue over one of your breasts and suck your nipple into his mouth - free hand holding the other, grouping it gently. He kept at this for a while, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips to your skin each time he pulled away.
After trailing his open mouthed kisses down to your lower tummy, he worked hastily on removing your jeans. Discarding of them, then smoothing his hands over your skin from your ankles to your thighs - gripping roughly at your plush skin.
It was strange, you werenāt a virgin, but Nagi sure made you feel like one right now. All of his touches and movements so smooth and quick. You were sure he didnāt have as much sexual experience as you did either, so his cool demeanor traveling over to a situation like this was a bit shocking. Later, you would bring this up to him,
āI was just really focused.ā
āOn what?ā
āOn fucking you, did you forget already?ā
as insouciant as ever, the only thing throwing off his deadpan expression was the slight furrowed brow he shot at you.
His decision to keep your panties on proved to be fully self indulgent. After tossing your jeans to the floor, he was quick to lunge between your thighs, placing kisses to the wet fabric covering your heat - pressing his tongue over where your clit would be. Every twitch and gasp from you egging him on even further - for someone moving with such haste just moments ago, he was having way too much fun teasing you.
After he had his fill of that, he got off the bed to take his pants off - which he did a little awkwardly, stumbling a bit as he moved too quick to return to you. A sudden surge of joy warmed your heart at the sight, his clumsiness cutting through any tension. This was comfortable - you met his gaze above you and giggled. āThis is exciting.ā you said, and his eyes lit up.
āYeahā¦youāre so beautifulā¦ā he muttered as he gawked at your body beneath him. His fingers tracing over the hem of your panties , as if deciding whether or not he should remove them yet. He let his cock slide up against them. As his tip fluttered over your clothed clit, you looked down and made eye contact with it.
Nagi was big, in terms of length and girth. It didnāt look big enough to hurt, but definitely the biggest youāve seen thus far. As he watched your eyes trace his length a smirk crept over his face, but he was quick to shut it down. He finally pulled your panties down your legs, both of you moaning in sync as his cock laid against your bare folds. Unlike the rest of your clothes, he left your panties on the bed beside you, which he would later slip under his pillow hoping you wouldnāt notice. Heād pretend to help you look for them in the morning, but youād both give up since you had to get to work; sneaky.
He relished in the feeling of your warmth against him for a few more moments. Then, he leaned down and planted a chaste kiss to your swollen lips, then another, and another; pecking you like a little bird. His cock grinding up and down your folds, tip nudging your bundle of nerves in a soft and swift motion, causing your hips to lightly buck up into him. A moan escaped your lips between his kisses and he swallowed it whole. Slotting his lips with yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth, speeding up his thrusts.
Nagiās thrusts were lazy, but not so much that they were sloppy. His hips rocked into yours with a soothing rhythm and a gentle pace. He let most of his weight lay on top of you as his moans of your name and other profanities poured into your ear. Without any notice, he pulled his hips back and lined his tip with your entrance - taking a sharp breath in before sliding between your slick walls and breathing out in a low groan.
āAh~ fuckā¦you feel so goodā he whimpered out as he begins rocking into you at a steady pace, still languid, yet striking. Once he found his rhythm, he gripped underneath your thighs and pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist. He towered slightly above you now. His hair hung low with his head down, covering his eyes - though you knew he was watching the way your cunt sucked him in with every thrust, probably ogling at it with glassy eyes and drool threatening to spill from the corners of his mouth.
You had been so focused on Nagi this entire time: his movements, his facial expressions, where his eyes wander too. As soon as his cock made way inside you, the only thing you could think about was his tip placing rough kisses to your cervix every second - which made it hard to do anything but slack your jaw and roll your eyes into the back of your head.
Nagi averted his gaze from the mess he was making of your cunt only to watch your face contort in pure pleasure - pleasure that he was giving to you. Your lips were swollen, but slightly drying from the way your mouth hangs open. Every noise that comes up your throat sounds off straight at him, each time making him pick up his pace. The faster his thrusts the more disheveled he got. The longer heās spent inside you the needier heās gotten to chase his own orgasm.
He lets himself lay on top of you again, hiding his face in your neck. The sounds Nagi made were purely shameless and every so often heād heat up your ear with strings of praise, āGod~ so good for me, so fucking good for me babyā. At this point, his thrusts were actually starting to get sloppy. He was rutting into you like a horny dog, one hand gripping your waist and the other tugging at his bed sheets. His eyes were squeezed shut and his bottom lip was tugged between his teeth in a pointless attempt to quiet himself down. āHa~ ah, s-shit iām gonna cumā.
After a few more thrusts he pulled his hips back and let his cock slide out on your tummy. Seeing as he was already on the verge of collapsing, you decided to help him out - reaching down between the two of you and stroking his length until sticky white ropes shot out painting your stomach and chest.
āFuckā¦Iām sorryā¦ā he heaved out between heavy breaths.
āDonāt be, itās ok.ā you said sweetly, hand still rubbing over his cock. You were a bit disappointed, but still happy with the experience nonetheless. Before you could say anything Nagi sat up and pulled your legs apart further, scooting himself a bit down the bed before diving between your thighs. He kissed them up and down, biting gently at your skin - you gasped at the sensation and he moaned against you.
āGonna make you cum, mākay babe?ā he looked up at you, lust still lingering in his grey eyes. You nodded eagerly at his gesture and he smiled up at you, not a smirk, but a heart warming smile - he looked totally blissed out, hair sticking to his sweaty face and pupils blown. That sweet moment of you two looking at each other didnāt last long. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, then began trailing kisses from your tummy down to your folds just over your clit. He reached underneath your thighs and pulled them up to get in a better position before wrapping his arms around them and gripping your waist - youāre lower half totally locked in his arms.
Once he had you where he wanted you, he immediately prodded his tongue into cunt, lapping up your arousal. He dragged it up your folds until he reached your clit again - wrapping his lips around the area and sucking gently as he kitten licked the bundle of nerves teasingly. You let your hands roam down to his hair, gripping it roughly as he sped up his tongue drawing circles around your clit. This garnered you a deep groan from him which reverberated through your pelvis, causing you to jolt up into his face.
He eats your pussy like it was the last thing heād ever do, pushing your thighs together and squeezing them around his head. The combined feeling of your thighs clenching him down into you and your fingers tugging his white locks was enough to get him hard again. He rutted his hips into the mattress as he flicked his tongue over your clit in a tantalizing and fast rhythm. Your hips were bucking up into him, moans and whimpers spilling out. His entire head was completely engulfed in your hold and he was on cloud nine.
Fueled by your reactions and the wetness from your cunt that filled his sense and smothered all over his face, he unlatched his hand from your waist and sunk two fingers into your leaking hole. Those slender fingers curled up into your cunt as if to beacon you closer, your hips moving further into him against your will. He pumped them in and out of you with an unrelenting vigor. The sounds coming from below your waist were wet and filthy.
It didnāt take long for your orgasm to wash over you like it was the first one youād ever had. Something about cumming in front of Nagi, cumming because of Nagi, felt unbearably surreal - but you canāt deny how it egged you on. He continued all his motions well past your point of climax, the only thing stopping him was your thighs squeezing harder than before and your hands pushing him away from you. After lapping at your cum soaked cunt a few more times, he placed a tender kiss to your clit and pushed himself up to level with you. He immediately dragged you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue - his lips and chin still wet with your arousal.
āWe donāt have to talk about anything yet, we can just shower and go to sleep if you wantā¦just want you to stay here with meā¦is that ok?ā your gentle kiss was broken every few seconds as he spoke into it a bit nervously. He had leaned over to the side of you at this point, his body still pressed against you and his hands cupping your face closer to his. He asked for reassurance with lidded eyes slowly tracing all your features.
āYeahā¦ok, that works.ā you smiled at him softly and bumped your nose against his to ensure he understood you were comfortable and happy. The whole ordeal hadnāt yet hit you, and Nagi offered you an out to prolong that until the morning. Remaining in his warmth without worry felt like a good way to spend the rest of the night. He kissed you again, deeper this time.
āI love you.ā
āI love you too, Sei.ā
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Out of the QZ
1k5 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: you act like a brat with Joel. He puts you in place Warnings: 18+ mdni. spanking, fingering, size kink, degradation, oral (m), ball sucking, rough sex, piv. No age specified
a/n: Ā Fic inspired by this post (I was supposed to work on my wips, damn) Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing, love you šš«¶ @arcanefox207 for the famous gif šā¤ļø and @/saradika-graphics for the dividers š
āI'm fuckinā sick of your damn mood. What the hell is wrong with you today?ā
āYeah? Well stop talking to me. Do what you usually do, grumble. It'll be better for everyone,ā you replied, rolling your eyes.
Joel looked at you, nostrils flaring. You had been getting on his nerves since this morning. He had looked at you questioningly at first, not used to those mood swings from you. He gave you some space, but as the day progressed it had been harder for him to keep his cool. In the afternoon, his patience was melting like snow in the sun, and several warning glances from him didnāt change it. You kept huffing every time he opened his mouth.Ā
You were finally approaching the place where you were going to spend the night, before reaching Lincoln the next day. Backpacks filled with aluminum spools for Bill's fence, and medicine for Frank. It was the first time you left the QZ in months and Joel was nervous. And you... you were in an inexplicably bad mood. And now his anger was rising fully.
āGo check behind the house. I'll check the side.ā
āCan't you just do it yourself, mister I-do-everything-better-than-everyone-else?ā
āNow thatās enough!ā he growled, grabbing your wrist sharply and pulling you into the small house.
āSit,ā he said, after he slammed the door behind you, hands on his hips and a dark look on his face.
āI'm not a damn dog, Joel. Who do you think you are?ā
He grabbed your arm and before you realized it he sat on the bed, and lay you over his lap.
āI'm tired of your bullshit,ā he said, before crushing his hand on your pants-covered ass.
āWhat the fuck, Joel?ā you whined. He had spanked you hard, hand flat, and it hurt like hell. You couldn't believe it.
āYou're done?ā he asked, jaw clenched.
You still couldn't help yourself, couldnāt stop. Now really pissed off at being held like that, and punished.
āThat's all you got, Miller?ā
His forearm pressed against your back just before he spanked you a second time, making you cry out this time.
āShut up. We didn't check the perimeter because of your fuckinā attitude,ā he barked while holding you on his knees.
āOh, thatās great, Joel. Use your strength if thatās the only way you know how to deal with me.ā
āYou're actinā like a brat, I treat you like one, that's what I'm doinā. You're done?ā
āFuckā¦ youā¦.ā you answered as calmly as you were able to.
His hand landed a third time, in the exact same spot.
āFuck,ā you gasped, unable to stop your thighs from squeezing against each together.
āWhat theā¦ youāre turned on?!ā
āNo!! No, of course not!ā
He spanked you again and this time you couldnāt hold back a moan from escaping your lips. When you felt his cock pressing against you, you stopped breathing for a second.
āJoelā¦,ā you didnāt know if you were still pissed or aroused. Probably both.
You didn't even know what was going on with you. Your bad mood had been consuming you all day, without any reason. You were just pissed and couldnāt keep it to yourself.Ā
And nothing had ever happened between Joel and you so far. You trusted each other when you were out of the QZ, you saw each other more or less regularly inside its walls, but nothing more.
When he pulled your pants down your thighs, you stopped moving, totally disconcerted by his gesture.
āJoel, what the fuck?ā
āTold you to shut up,ā he said in a low voice, his hand caressing your burning ass. You tried to pull away, without much conviction. His fist was tight on your jacket, holding you in place.
You stopped struggling when he reached your pussy and glided his hand along your folds.
āWe shouldnātā¦ā
āYouāve been on my nerves all day, now shut the fuck up.ā
His middle finger slid between your drooling folds. āFuck,ā you murmured.
āYouāre fuckinā soaked. Thatās what was itching you all day? You needed to be spanked like the damn brat that youāve been?ā
āIā¦ I justā¦ā your words got stuck in your throat as he started to finger fuck you, before quickly adding a second one. His cock was pressing against you, and it seemed fucking big.
āShit, youāre drippinā.ā
āOh fuck, yes!ā you whined, when he brushed your clit. Way too perfectly. As if the apocalypse had never dampened his ease at fingering a cunt. And maybe it never had. Maybe he fucked every month or every week or more in the QZ, what did you know about it, anyway?
He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered.
āYou really thought Iād let you come?ā he scoffed. āNow youāre gonna do as I say and kneel. Got it?ā he asked, brows furrowed, after getting up. You fell on your knees, your pants still at mid-thighs.
āYouāre gonna suck my cock,ā he said, undoing his belt then unzipping, āat least I wonāt hear you grawl or whine, for some time.ā
He pulled his cock out and having felt it against you earlier didnāt make you less surprised. It was massive, with a reddish tip, twitching and flowing with precum.
āYeah, I know, itās big. Now suck it.ā
His cock in one hand, he placed the other on the back of your neck, forcing you closer. You rounded your lips as best you could, taking his tip in your mouth. The precum invaded your throat, flowing slowly. You sucked his tip, trying to get used to its width. You didn't have much choice, with his hands holding you like a fuck doll. He didn't try to push himself further, but he was holding you in place.Ā
āMuch better for my nerves when your mouthās full.ā
You felt his gaze lowered towards you and you looked up. His jaw was clenched, tense. He raised his eyebrows as if to say that you shouldnāt have messed with him.
You kept sucking him until he pulled back and took his massive balls in his hand. āSuck,ā he growled. āTheyāve been tense all day, because of your attitude.ā
Tongue flat, you licked each of them, sucking their delicate skin, covered in some slightly gray hairs, mixed with your saliva that had flowed down his shaft when you blew him off.
āThatās it, actinā like a good girl now, finallyā¦ā He was jerking off slowly, his impressive length just above your nose.
āI should paint your face, but I wanna feel that greedy cunt around me. Get on the bed, undressed. On your back. Wanna see your face when Iām gonna be balls deep in your pussy.ā
You took off your clothes and lay down, thinking he would undress too. But he stayed fully dressed, coat on, and he was even hotter like this.
He didnāt wait, didnāt try to give you time. As soon as he settled between your thighs he thrust in one go, his hand around your neck. āOh, fuck!ā you cried when he bottomed out. He used you, growling about how tight you were, thrusting hard, keeping the same pace until your moans filled the room. Pulling out, he growled, āDonāt you dare. You donāt deserve to come so quickly.ā He manhandled you on all fours and climbed on the bed, kneeling behind you, holding onto your hips before thrusting in again. He took all he needed, finally releasing the pressure of the day, using your pussy like he would use his fist.
āYouāre gonna lose that goddamn attitude, now?ā he asked, panting in your ear.
āYes, yes! Fuck, let me come.ā
āAsk nicely.ā
āPlease, Joel. Please, let me come.ā
āCome thenā¦ fuckinā brat.ā
You hastily slid your hand down to your pussy, twirling your clit under your finger. It took only a few seconds for you to pulse on his shaft, a dumb grin on your face. When you stopped shaking, you felt him close to coming too, but he didn't pull out.
āJoel, we shouldnātā¦ā
āShut the fuck up, Iām about to come,ā he groaned, his hand tightening around the back of your neck and pulling you sharply towards him.
āWe shouldn't keep going, pull out, pull out, please!ā
āIf you ever act like that again, next time I wonāt pull out. Got it?ā he said, squeezing your shoulder. āAnd if it sticks, youāll be the one whoāll have to deal with a damn kid. And I kinda like the idea, right now. We clear?ā
āYes, yes!ā
He pulled out at the last moment, growling, his cum covering the inside of your thighs, and then finally released you. He let his weight collapse on top of you, both of you lying on the bed, catching your breath.
āYou should have told me sooner that taking a cock was all you needed to calm down,ā he grunted.
He stood up, and tucked his cock in his pants.
āNow, get dressed, and go check behind the house. Iāll check the side. Letās hope your moans didnāt attract a shit ton of infected. Jesus.ā
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THE SPACE BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.
ā§ PAIRING: wolf!toji fushiguro x f!reader | 4.5k words
ā§ SUMMARY: wolfhybrid!toji, hybrid au, grumpy x sunshine, animalistic behavior, societal inequality, dysfunctional families, were getting into the pining everyone, fluff, toji letting his guard down, blood as a metaphor for love ??
ā§ RHEYA'S NOTE: sorry for taking a month to get this part out guys!! unfortunately the semester's started and i'm also spending every free minute i have studying for the mcat rip :(( but know that wolf toji never leaves my mind hehe :33 as usual i would recommend reading the previous parts before this one !!
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you are slowly getting used to coming home and not seeing toji there.
not that he is overly loud or anything. but after seeing someone lounging on your couch or staring at the tv or awkwardly peeking through your fridge every single day, the lack of that presence seems much more impactful.
it leaves a strangely empty feeling in your gut, but you shake it off because you know he will be back soon.
besides, he had been the one to insist on getting a job.
("you really don't have toā"
"i wanna." he scratches the back of his neck, an awkward grimace on his face as he speaks. "i uhā¦ take up a lotta your space. so just let me, alright?")
far be it from you to deny a literal predator. so yes, the two of you had fallen into a sort of rhythm. while you were at school or your job, toji would go out and workāyou're not really sure what it is he does, and you're a little too awkward to ask. he had hinted at picking up small odd jobs here and there, like helping move construction materials or furniture, which was easy thanks to his brute strength.
it also was easier for him to lay low with jobs that didn't involve high profile people.
you never tried to find out more, because oddly enough, you trusted the hulking wolf of a man.
and it wasā¦oddly endearing how'd he'd come back with his paycheck and drop it in your palm, voice a low grunt as he mutters a quick, "here y'go."
in fact, over the few months that toji has been with you, you've started easily picking up many oddly endearing things about him.
like how he sits upright and scowls when the doorbell rings, ears pointed and hackles rising. how he does not eat if you're not eatingāeven if you give him a plate he will sit in front of it and stare you down, urging you to drop what you're doing to come and sit with him. how he prefers taking a seat near your legs when you're watching tv, back pressing against the bottom of the couch.
(you try mentioning any of these to him and he gives you the most affronted scowl.)
but yes it's all very endearing. even now when you're sitting on your couch and thinking about it, there is a silly smile on your faceāwhen you notice it, you have to slap yourself quickly.
the cool chill of your wet hair leaves a trail of goosebumps over your arms, even though your body is warm from your shower. maybe it's strange to be overanalyzing the all cute little things the wolf hybrid you let in your home does on a daily basis. and perhaps you should be wondering why your brain seems to find him whenever it doesn't have anything else to think about, but you're a little scared of what that might reveal about you.
your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door unlocking, and you look up subconsciously.
your eyes catch toji's figure leaving the bathroom, and for a split second your throat goes dry. he emerges from a cloud of steam, drops of water cascading over the planes of his chest and torso. a towel hangs lows on his hipbones, hair heavy with wetness as he frustratingly shakes the strands away from his eyes. you are unable to look away from the muscles of his back, damp skin reflecting the light in the hallway.
it's just a few secondsājust as he makes his way from the bathroom into his own bedroom, but it's enough to have you sitting there with your lips parted.
you spend the next couple seconds shaking your head as you try to push down the heat crawling up your neck.
the wolf joins you a few minutes later, a loud yawn tearing through his throat. his hair is messy, damp from the shower and sticking up in odd directions.
(you cannot look away from him.)
"hey," he nods at you, claws absentmindedly scratching under his shirt.
(a glimpse of chiseled abs and scarred muscle.)
"hey," you answer back, still feeling warm. you clear your throat, brushing it aside. "ready to eat?"
a wordless nod. you stand up and head to the kitchen, exhaling deeply. you're not sure what that was, but you'll be sure to brush it under the rug.
in a few minutes the two of you are sitting across each other, as usual. toji ravenously digs into his food, tongue running over his lips subconsciously.
you watch, strangely satisfied. his jade green eyes briefly flick up to meet yours. when they find their mark, they turn away, but his shoulders seem to relax.
you shove your fork in your mouth, a little breathless. "h-how was your day?"
he swallows, heavy gaze finding yours again. "not bad. work was work."
you grin. "wow what a riveting revelation. how much do i need to donate for an elaboration, mister wolf?"
toji makes a show of rolling his eyes, chewing slowly. "you're so dramatic."
"i'm entertaining," you clarify, a smug smile tugging at your lips.
"whatever helps you sleep at night, kid." he huffs out what sounds like a dry chuckle, but you take it like it's a medal. he indulges your question though. "i helped on a construction site. it wasn't that hard."
another satisfied bite. "humans are always so creative when they try to get out of doing work."
your brow quirks. "what do you mean?"
he waves his paw haphazardly, looking exasperated. "y'know? with all their machines and shit."
you snort quietly. "yeah some of us can't lift ten thousand pounds like you."
he throws you an unamused glance, but continues eating. there's a pause, but then he asks. "how about you?"
you smother a grin behind your forkāhow considerate of him. "it was fine. pretty boring day."
suddenly you perk up, a thought hitting you, and toji unconsciously leans closer.
"oh wait! i had to train someone today. it was so awkward!" you wave your fork around as you articulate your words. "he was really quiet and barely asked questions so i felt like i was yapping for hours to fill the silence. but he seemed nice enough so it's fine i guess."
(so that's the new trace of a scent that toji picked up on as soon as you walked in. it clung to you, overly sweet and stickyāmolasses. worming its way around your body, almost parasitic. and you had no idea.
but he did. he knows the undertones in that foreign scent, can pick up the giddy nerves and faint arousal and sheer excitement. it disgusts him, irritates him beyond belief.
if it were up to him he'd dig his claws into that gross scent.
maybe if he were to tighten his grip, sink his teeth into your fleshāa sadistic little brand of his ownāhe could scrape that parasite off of you. replace it with a parasite of his own.)
"you do talk a lot," he replies. the offended look on your face is exactly the reaction he was waiting for, and he pushes down a smirk.
"well i have to make up for it since you're so boring!"
the two of you bicker over dinner, and toji does not know why it pleases him so much. the dips in your brows, the slant of your lips, the strained laughter behind your argumentsāevery microexpression threatens to worm its way into the inner crevices of his brain and settle there.
(parasitic beyond belief.)
these expressions stay in his mind even as he finds himself in his bed a few hours later. his jade eyes feel strained as they bore holes in the ceiling, the shadows creating monsters against the walls. he tries thinking of something else, but you remain, stubborn in a way that he does not know how to fight.
he briefly wonders whether this is normalāif other people also think of you after they spend time with you.
(but then he realizes that would mean that others are privy to seeing you the way he does, and suddenly the taste in his mouth is bitter.)
toji is grateful though. for the past few months, there would be nights where his dreams weren't so pleasant. where he would find himself back in a cold cell, with the sound of boots and growls and cheers echoing in his ears. or he'd be back in that family home, kept to the side, away from the rest because of his cursed blood and so called poisonous mother. where he would stand in front of a mirror and curse the features that made him so misfortunate.
so yeah, if it were up to him, he'd much rather see your pretty face behind his eyelids.
but even then it seems as though sleep will be eluding him tonight. his body feels restless, thrumming with energy and mild irritation. his skin feels numb and prickly, somehow simultaneously hot and cold.
toji rubs a weary paw across his face, grumbling. he doubts he's getting anymore sleep tonightāit's not like he isn't used to it. he throws the covers off, before standing up and stretching until he's heard a few satisfying pops. maybe he'll go watch something on your tv at the lowest possible volume, or he'll sit by the living room window until he dozes off on his own. whateverāhe's just so damn tired.
his door creaks as he pushes it open, and he internally prays that you remain asleep. but from what he knows, while you are a relatively light sleeper, these sounds don't usually bother you. he pauses just as he walks past your room, sneaking a glance at the shut door.
he thinks he can picture you clearly behind the door, wrapped up in your sheets and pressed against your pillows without a care in the world. he wonders whether you're dreaming tonight, and if you are he wants to know what you see.
(wondering whether you see his face in the same way he sees yours.)
he does not know what compels him, but toji finds himself taking a seat on the ground, back pressing against your door. he can faintly hear the sound of your heartbeat, slow and even as you sleep. your breaths are low, steadyālike the sound of waves gently rushing over warm sand.
it's rhythmic, tantalizing, so so soothing.
he can feel his eyes growing heavy, can feel the tension leaving his shoulders. he thinks he can feel the warmth of your body through the door.
toji is lucky that his ears are sensitive. because in the morning, when you quietly get out of bed, he will awake to the sound, and then he will hurry back into his room like nothing happened. he will make this a habit, seeking you out in the middle of the night when sleep is his worst enemy. and he will sit there, using the thumping of your heartbeats his own personal metronomeāa lullaby.
but it will be his little secret.
he has always been so stubborn.
the bite of the stinging wind makes toji's hair stand on end, but he does not hate it. he'd much rather welcome the overcast skies than bake under a glaring sun. the sound of hammering and drilling and machines makes toji's ears twitch even under the stupid hardhat his boss insisted he wear.
whatever. just a few more hours and then he can go home.
he briefly thinks of you. wonders whether you'll be home before he is or whether he'll be the one waiting for you tonight.
he hears footsteps approaching, but barely flinches as his boss claps him on the shoulder. the stocky, genial old man is way too cheerful for a job so dull, but toji has gotten used to it by now. besides the guy practically adores the big strong hybrid who moves materials for him like it's the easiest thing in the world. and he never stops talking about it.
"what would we do without you, toji?"
toji snorts indifferently. "crash and burn?"
a bark of laughter cuts through the air and the wolf raises a brow.
"you're right about that." the old man grins, looking up at the hulking wolf with a mix of awe and gratitude. "some of these kids are too lazy."
he turns to bark a couple of orders to some of the younger workers, and toji bites back a wry grin, shaking his head. "what d'ya need me to do after moving these?"
his boss looks at the steel beams toji is currently stacking, before glancing down at his clipboard. "honestly, just need the bricks moved and you should be good to leave."
toji unconsciously perks up at that. suddenly he feels a lot more energizedāstarts working a little quicker.
his boss is quiet for a second, before he asks a question. "you got someone back home?"
toji throws him a disinterested glance, before resuming his work. "why?"
"well my daughter's got a friend. hybrid too, you know?" toji is barely listening, instead securing the ties around a couple of steel beams by his feet. his boss continues genially. "deer. she's real sweet."
"you know wolves eat deer, right?" toji's expression is so blank it makes his boss flinch. an awkward chuckle escapes the old man's lips, and he raises his hands in defeat.
"okay, i get it. you're not interested."
toji shakes his head mutely, turning his focus back to his work.
"but don't you wanna settle down? you're at that age right?" his boss ponders, glancing down at the clipboard in his hands. "don't most hybrids find a mate by this age?"
the word sets a shot of heat through his gut. he does not like addressing those things, base instincts that make him different from everyone else, which is why he has so adamantly pushed aside that part of his nature. because he hates the idea of tying someone to him, trapped with him forever. because he knows that once he has his teeth in them he will not let them go. because he has always been nothing more than a selfish animal.
he hates the idea with a burning passion.
(his blood is hot, fire in his veins. he wonders if you would let him do that to you, sink his fangs into your throat and let him eat you up. feel your flesh and blood under his ever so grateful clawsāworshipping, all consuming.
somehow the idea becomes less revolting.
he wonders what you think about the whole thing. tying yourself to someone forever. would you be open to an animal? he hopes you wouldn't be. he knows there are similar traditions for your kind. something involving a ring on a finger and a big celebration to follow. but even that seems mediocre to him. does not hold the same meaning as making you his and devoting himself to you.
humans are so blasƩ.)
"like i said, not interested." toji's air of indifference makes the man's shoulders slump, but he brushes it off with a good natured chuckle.
"well okay. let me know if you change your mind. my daughter has a lot of friends."
a noncommittal grunt escapes the wolf and he speaks up before he can stop himself. "forget it. i got someone already."
his boss gasps, strangely giddy. "well you ass! why didn't you lead with that?"
(because he didn't mean to say it.)
toji shrugs carelessly, turning away. he doesn't want to talk about itāmostly because it's a lie. but also because he knows that if he thinks too deeply about it, he'll start wondering why it was so easy to offer you up like that. and why it disappoints him that it is really nothing more than a lie.
"it's not a big deal."
"i'm sure other people would disagree," the older man laughs. "what's she like?"
(another burst of fireāquiet, clinging, possessive. he would stand in front of you and take the intrusive stares into his own shoulder blades before he let them even look at you.)
"she's fine." the short answer is all toji wants to share.
"just fine?"
(perfect, he wants to say. but nobody needs to know that but him.)
"anyone ever told you you're nosy?"
his boss blinks, before letting out another boisterous burst of laughter. a clap to the back follows, and toji sighs in exasperation.
"fine fine. i'll stop. you're such a secretive asshole."
toji finishes securing the ties before easily hefting the steel beams onto his shoulder. he ignores the starry eyed gazes of some of the younger workers around him. his boss, despite seeing toji's brute strength before, still looks just as starstruck.
"where'd you come from anyway?" the older man finally blurts out. toji's shoulders tense, eyes narrowing as he pins an intrusive stare to the human. his boss backtracks.
"n-not that it matters!" he stumbles, and toji is suddenly reminded of how human the man is compared to him. "you know i don't care where you're from as long as you can work."
"i can work." the wolf's response is dry. he doesn't like the idea of sharing anything about himself to humans.
(besides you of course.)
"right. we've gotten a lot done since you've joined." the boss once again claps him on the back heartily, and toji has to push down the feelings of irritation at the casual touch.
(all he really cares about is finishing his work. the faster he gets done, the faster he can go home and see you.)
a few hours later, toji's pushing the apartment door open. his muscles are a little sore, but it's peace compared to the aftermath of his old battles underground. the extra key in his hand feels heavy, weighted with some importance that he is unused to. he decides he does not hate it as he drops it in the little bowl you have next to the doorāright next to your own keychain.
"i'm back." his voice is low, just because he's still getting used to announcing his return. still getting used to the idea that someone is there waiting for him.
he sees your head pop up from over the back of the couch, and he is briefly reminded of a bunny. the thought almost makes him smile.
"welcome home!" you grin, propping yourself on your knees and peering at him. "how was your day?"
"meh," he grunts, shrugging his jacket off. you roll your eyes good naturedly, almost like you expected this response.
"you're so articulate," you drawl sarcastically, and he huffs. without thinking, he reaches over to give your forehead a gentle push.
"shut up."
you grumble at the shove, pushing his arm away before standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "ready for dinner?"
he glances at the clock, lips slanting unhappily. "you didn't have to wait to eat, kid."
"yeah but i wanted to." a cheeky smile stretches across your face, and he has the strongest urge to reach out and tug on your cheek until you're swatting at him in between laughs.
but all he can do is sigh. "stupidā¦"
the way you turn to stick your tongue out at him almost makes him chuckle.
in a few minutes you're both in your respective spots, digging into your food just as you do every night. dinner is quiet, but not uncomfortable. somehow toji feels relaxed even in your silence.
(he wonders why that is.)
eventually the wolf feels a pleasant chill run up his spine, so he unconsciously lifts his head. your eyes are pinning him to his seat, not sharp but ever so curious. he thinks he has finally learned how to read you.
(pick you apart and examine your pieces before putting you back together with reverent fingers.)
he is about to ask you to spill it, but you beat him to it.
"hey toji?" your voice is quiet, timid. his gaze travels over you, sharp eyes assessing the sudden nervousness in your posture.
"what?"
"can i ask you something?"
he hesitates, chewing his food, before nodding once.
"how did you end up underground anyway?"
he stiffens. a rush of anger floods through his body. the familiar feeling of hatred as he thinks of the cursed last name he once had and who that name belongs to.
he steels himself, trying to keep those emotions suppressed. the last thing he wants to do is get angry in front of you. so he just swallows, and looks down at his plate. "my family sold me there."
he hears your sharp inhale, can practically smell the spike of indignant anger, before the sadness follows.
"your own family?"
he shrugs haphazardly, like it doesn't matterāit does. "yep."
you watch him continue eating with an evidently sympathetic look in your eyes. he still does not know how to react to that expression, but he knows that it makes his stomach churn with a strange mix of sensations.
"why?" you press, leaning forward. in between the shine of curiosity in your eyes, he sees that subtle spark of angerāanger on his behalf. once again, this idea makes him strangely giddy.
another shrug. toji leans his chin in his palm, gaze drifting to the side. "don't know. they just don't really fuck with hybrids."
you make a face. he suppresses a chuckle.
"as soon as they found out my old man got with my ma, they said i'd be trash," he continues. "cursed her for ruining his life. ever since i was born they told me that i wasn't like them. animal scum, y'know?"
he says all this very casually, but he finds that he cannot look away from you. he wants to greedily drink in every little expression, every sliver of emotion, every single detail that betrays your thoughts and feelings.
(he wants to open you up and dig through flesh and blood until he finds your beating heart. he wants to find it and gently hold it in his palms. take it and keep it close to his own so that it remains untouchedāunhurt. safe.)
your expression looks sad now, and toji briefly regrets answering your questions. he finds that he really does not like this expression on you.
"so they just sent you there?" you ask, fiddling with your food. it seems like you've lost your appetite now. "that's it?
toji gives a noncommittal roll of his eyes. "well they spent eighteen years feeding me and growing me up. they figured i owed them for their generous charity."
another grimace of distaste.
"so as soon as i was an adult they sent me down there. been fighting ever since." he finishes the last bite of his food. licks his fingers clean. jade eyes find yours.
a sad dip of your brows. "i'm so sorry. that's terrible."
(you offer your comfort so willingly. naive and warm.
he is an animal. a greedy one. he will take and take and take until there is nothing left to give. until he is attached to your warmth at a level that goes microscopically deep. past skin and muscle and bone and blood.)
toji hums, standing up to go put his empty plate in the sink. just as he is passing by you, he notices your expressionāhe pauses in his tracks.
you purse your lips, hesitant. but you seem to get over whatever fear you had and speak up. "i'd give you a hug but i know you'll throw a fit."
(his ribcage jumpsāhe thinks he can feel himself salivate. dripping from his fangs.)
you grin to yourself, like you've told a joke. once again he greedily drinks it in. when you meet his eyes again, blinding smile just for him, he thinks he has been reborn.
"so i'll just say i'm glad you're here."
toji's throat goes dry. there is a flood of thoughts thenāuncontrollable and honest. he wonders what it would feel like, a hug from you. if he thinks hard enough, he can imagine the brush of your fingers against his shoulders, around his waist. can feel the tickle of your hair under his chin. can feel the warmth of your cheek against his chest. can feel your scent fill his nostrils. the steady thrum of your heartbeat pressed against his own.
he swallows with a bit of difficulty.
your words dance in his earsāso frustratingly pleasant. i'm glad you're here.
only you could say something so disgustingly sweet and have his head spinning. he thinks you might be more dangerous than he is.
because strangely, his lips pull into a smile, one that is weirdly fond, and he reaches up to put a heavy hand on your head.
you blink, confused, as he ruffles your hair. it's not at all gentleāgruff and unrestrained in a way that is so inherently toji. but you relax under his touch without even realizing it yourself.
he wants to say more. wants to tell you that yes, he's glad to be here too. with you.
but he bites his tongue, drops his hand, and revels in the fact that he can at least look at you right in front of him.
"did your family really care that much when they found out a hybrid was gonna be born into the household?" you ask, and toji continues his walk over to the kitchen sink, answering over his shoulder.
"yeah. the zenins have always been so picky about their stupid bloodline."
from the corner of his eyes, he catches the way your jaw drops at his casual statement. his ears pick up the sounds of you tripping over yourself to follow him, and he almost laughs.
"wait wait zenin like the owners of that super huge company? the really rich ones? those zenins?!"
"that's the one," he smirks mirthlessly, pawing at the faucet. the sound of his family name drives away any remaining semblance of appetite he had. he sneaks a glance at your expression, finding a sliver of amusement at the wide eyed stare you're sporting. a quiet chuckle tumbles past his lips. "gonna tattle?"
your expression turns affronted as you scoff. "do you really have that little trust in me?"
"no. i trust you." he says it so blankly, a deadpan stare on his face as his jade eyes pin you to your spot. heat crawls up your neck, unaccustomed to such blatant honesty from the normally so closed off hybrid.
you clear your throat, and toji bites back a smile. the flustered expression on your face is new to him.
(there is warmth radiating off of your face that he has never felt before. he can see your eyes dart to the side, can see you shrink a little at his statement. his eyes trace the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips. this behavior is unfamiliar, but he thinks he likes it. flustered, embarrassed, shyāall because of him. the urge to brand himself with your name grows in his gut like a flame, hot and desperate.)
somehow he finds that his appetite has returned.
so so hungry.
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hey! can you do headcanons on Bakugou and Izuku (separate) with a reader who's quiet and doesn't talk much but is Hella strong. How would they react to it? If you do thanks sm! it's really sweet of you!!!! :)
āSO SWEET, WITH A MEAN STREAK.ā
KATSUKI BAKUGOU/IZUKU MIDORIYA x reader.
summary: your quiet strength intrigues these two boys, how would they react to you before/in a relationship?
warnings: none!!
a/n: this is such a cute ask!! i hope this is to your liking and if it isnāt and you think something is missing, let me know! this is also quiet short because i have a fever š
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KATSUKI BAKUGOU ā
before dating:
i can imagine him being a little skeptical of you, but so intrigued!
heād definitely want to see how far your strength could go. so, bakugou would subtly challenge you during training sessions, pushing you to see your true capabilities.
heād nevee admit it but he looks up to you in a way. you donāt boast and scream about your strength like he does - that makes him respect you. he would start to see your quiet nature as a sign of focus and determination rather than a sign of weakness.
heās so competitiveā¦ itās honestly a little scary. before you two were even close to being friends or anything more, heād definitely get a competitive drive when it comes to you.
this idiot would definitely think heās competing with you 24/7 even though you remind him you are not. he thinks doing this will make you become more outgoing and competitive.
āHA! i finished my bowl of ramen before you, loser, i won!ā
āwe were competing over that?ā iād be confused if i were you tooā¦ heās a little slow but heās got the spirit!
dating him:
once you two start dating, bakugou becomes fiercely protective of you, admiring your strength and determination even more. he thinks his role in the relationship is to protect you from anything that might make you lose your strength!
heās so loud (we know that obviously) but with you, heās loud in a supportive way. heās now boasting about you and your strength instead of his own!
he encourages you to continue improving and growing, offering both praise and constructive criticism. even if you donāt need it, heāll keep doing it anyway.
bakugo has never felt like he had a opponent that could really give him a run for his money, until you two train together.
training with him would be so so sweet. if he hit you too hard, heād immediately worried if you didnāt tell him you were alright. (he wonāt outwardly admit heās worried about you but you know deep down he is!)
āare you bleeding? you shithead! iām not worried... are youbleedingthoughbecauseifyouarethatāsnotgood-ā
āfuck, did i burn you? donāt start. iām not worried about you at all, tch!ā he says this as the tip of his ears are burning from lyingā¦
heād still work hard while training with you but still making sure he isnāt doing too much during simple sparring matches. he likes to learn from your strengths and weaknesses!
everyday is a day where you two grow together and bakugou is proud of you for simple improvements in your strength (youāre stronger than him lol and he knows you could take him down in a second!)
IZUKU MIDORIYA ā
before dating:
Izuku notices your quiet demeanor but senses a strong presence and capability within you. heād write about your strength and weaknesses in his hero notebook. heād ask you so much questions (totally not to get to know you betterā¦ totallyā¦)
āsorry- iām not trying to be a bother but can you tell me more about your quirk! itās so cool and youāre so strong!ā he blushes immediately after rambling about how youāre so talented and your strength is admirable. meanwhile, your twirling your hair over the fact he thinks your strong!
one time, you caught him drawing out your hero suit and make little point notes about it. you went to your dorm and giggled about it for the rest of the day. it literally felt like a award to be in his hero notebook!
we all know izuku is his classmates biggest supporter, he is always wanting his classmates to grow alongside him and is pushing everyone to become the best hero they can be!
with you, he offers encouragement and support to you, believing in your potential and wanting you to believe in yourself as well.
because of your quiet nature, izuku might try and show his admiration for you in anyway he can. he admires your quiet determination, seeing it as a reflection of your inner strength and resolve.
basically, heās your #1 fan!
you two initially work well together as teammates, with Izuku valuing your contributions and skills.
once you two start dating, itās a whole different story!
dating him:
your relationship deepens Izukuās admiration for your quiet strength, appreciating how you compliment each other. (everyone is class 1-A is still shocked at how well you two compliment each other, even before you guys were dating!)
izuku becomes a source of emotional support for you, understanding your quiet nature and providing comfort when needed. he never tries to push you outside of your comfort zone, enjoying your quiet times when his day has been stressful and filled with loud classmates.
you two continue to train together, pushing each other to improve and achieve your goals. you always tell him about how you want to grow your relationship by training and working hard together!(izuku almost cries when you tell him that, pls he loves you so much)
izuku and you build a strong foundation of trust and understanding, working towards your dreams together while supporting each other every step of the way.
he enjoys your company more than anyone else, not only are you strong physically but you are strong mentally. your words of encouragement and advice after a tough day of training always make him want to jump off the walls! you have that effect on him!
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for both boys, whether before or after they start dating you, katsuki and izuku come to deeply appreciate your quiet strength and see it as an integral part of your relationship dynamics!
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Meal Prep
((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's works or the lovely art found here))
Pairing: Bakugo x reader (biker!prohero reader, afab pronouns used)
Words: 5k
Rating: M | 18+ (begone, minor extras- it's too spicy for you, Kacchan says so)
Warnings: hand-holding sexy times, first time!Bakugou/reader, food and commitment as a love language, FEELINGS, accidental quirk use, pet names, piv smut, established relationship, wrap it up, this is fantasy
Summary:
Katsuki made you food; fuel and comfort all in one. He wonāt let you touch that door handle in the car even if youāre the one driving, and calls you Angel Eyes like itās your name. Heās not just the badass of the agency office who stuns you with his strength and resolve; heās ready and willing to take a step beside you and do life together.Ā And you in turn want to be soft for him, want to give in and let him take care of you. That brand of love made you want to jump his bones.
A/N: It's spice, yall. Someone needs to rein their quirk in, and I'm not naming names (Katsuki Bakugou)
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When Bakugou turned to his side -feeling the hand at his lower back- and went to lift you up on the counter for some kisses, something just... came over you.Ā
Your moves were tame at first- rubbing his chest and shoulders at the momentās reprieve. Just giving yourself sweetly into it. Now with his hands on you, he got really hard really fast, and made some quip about you getting fresh between shared ravishments of love.Ā
Sure, you were biting at his lips longer than usual. Sure, you were hanging onto him in a manner far more codependent than you'd ever claim to be. By the look in his eye, he wasn't ever gonna be caught complaining, though. YouāveĀ been stared at and longed after across any room you're in just as wantonly, and he's the first to second your opinion when it matters. He calls you every night he's away for missions, and stays his need to sleep just to be able talk to you while your time zones are flip-flopped.Ā
Although, it was rather hungry of you to be so enamored by him today: where even the simplest conversation about the prices of strawberries going up made you fall slack into him.Ā
He asks what brought this on~Ā
"Just love having you here,ā you surmised, āIā like not doing these things alone."Ā
Youād made the economical offer to cook together and split the bills. Since your diets were fairly similar anyway, you might as well buy in bulk. He was in an indulgent headspace tonight, since heād been laying on the pet names thick all day; this, his rare day off. Yours is tomorrow, but you were fortunate enough to get off at a decent hour to get the grocery shopping done early- with him.Ā
ā only Bakugou enforced a strict habit of insisting on taking care of the receipt at the store, but never letting you settle up your half. The āslip of the mindā he suffered from the first time was no longer an accident, but a routine.
Now, two stacks of four portioned meals each lay side by side prepped in the fridge. Some additional protein packs top your stash to keep on hand between long night drives; small and compact, they help fuel you mid-mission so you donāt have another repeat of a blood sugar drop while enroute with a squad of heavyweight heroes making a cross-city trek. Bakugou preferred to pick out treats as a surprise in those meal kits. Trivial as gift giving goes, but it offers some enrichment to your otherwise predictable menu. You havenāt seen what heād snuck in the cart underneath that bag of string beans this time, and just saw their packed away presence in the fridge, teasing you.
But back at the sink where heād begun to wash up, you ignored their mystery. Now, you just wanted to show him how much he was appreciated.
Yes, something switched in your brain: making meals together, sharing cleanup duties, counting these little moments as blessings and feeling like lifeās weight wasn't all just on you put you in a mood. You both might not have necessarily gotten too fresh before today, but this wasnāt simply a domestic dance with lust.
Katsuki made you food; fuel and comfort all in one. He wonāt let you touch that door handle in the car even if youāre the one driving, and calls you Angel Eyes like itās your name. Heās sharp and fast to stop you from doing something stupid, and was the loudest voice in the room when your top 20 ranking was announced across the agency conference table. Heās not just the badass of the agency office who stuns you with his strength and resolve; heās ready and willing to take a step beside you and do life together.Ā
And you in turn want to be soft for him, want to give in and let him take care of you.
He wanted to show you he loved you; down to the grind of meal prepping on a Sunday night. That brand of love made you want to jump his bones.
Your adoring man nuzzles and talks to your neck, "Gettin' sappy again, angel."
He is down bad for you: no matter how sassy he makes the observation soundā that scratchy, rumble tone doesnāt help with your dizzying brain at all.
You offer up your neck a little, scratching along the base of his spine for full, soothing effect.
"Whassāwrong with that?"Ā
Bakugou simply purrs back happily.
"Cuz if you start saying shit like that, I'mma start sayin' shit. Shit I won't be able to stop spewing once I start."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop."
He senses your heart peeking through your words. Your eyes carry the message loud and clear, too, though theyāre having a hard time staying open from the headrush.Ā
Lifting his heavy head, Bakugou studies you thoughtfully, before stepping into this soft side of yours.
"You don't want me to stop."Ā
Of course you donāt, so you shake your head.
"You want me to stay."Ā
Through a smile, you give your shy agreement.Ā
Even more vulnerable, Bakugouās rare touch of a smile makes its appearance,
"You want me to stay forever? Make sure my lady's fed and happy?ā
"Yes," you sink into him, happier than ever.Ā
"Looks like I'm staying then. Already made you dinner. Whaddya want me to do next?"Ā
"Hmmā kiss me?"Ā
Bakugou leans in to grant you your simple wish- but fully laps at your mouth instead. He means to entice, draw things out, make you want him that much more while giving himself nothing but torture at the same time. Heās used to making himself sweat; at least this was the fun simmer that didnāt burn.
The blonde moans low in his chest when you brush his cheekās scar with your thumb.Ā
"Whaddya want, pretty girl,ā Bakugou scoops you in close, memorizing this hot look of need youāre having right in the middle of chores, āWhat, yāwant me to kiss you forever too?"Ā
Fixed on his lips -currently teased between his teeth- you give a rare curse that contrasted your sugar sweet demeanor,Ā
āHell yes--"Ā
Kisses smash between you as sloppily as you want while he pulls you off the counter, over to the couch, and plops you on his lap, where you adjust to a squat over him and followed his persistent pull for you to sit.Ā
Pink lovemarks all over your neck, Bakugouās rough attentions drive his hands to go just about anywhere he wants in a need-driven frenzy. Whether to warm you up or keep himself from perspiring too much? Who's to say.
Suddenly as he growled out his pleasure at your hips fitting up upon his lap, Bakugou fisted yourĀ shirt in each palmā he tugs you deliciously tight as you kiss the daylights out of him.
Through his satisfied chuckles, he thought all was good until he started feeling some pops muffling in his hands.Ā
Bakugou knows what's comingā it's the speed of this onset that freaks him out-
His senses shout at him lightning quick, so it's a miracle that Bakugou immediately threw his hands out, shooting off hot sparks with palms out towards the coffee table- spooking you into a yelp.Ā
The panic settled just as soon as it cameā you stared at each other after the round of pops stopped.Ā
Somehow, you were never afraid heād ever sweat to the point of harming you, so you rolled with it as if he didnāt just almost blow you to bits. Must just be excited.Ā
Cheeky, youĀ thumbed to your bedroom before mimicking a Dynamight-style āstressballā in your palm.
"Need your gloves?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Fuck.... Fine."
As if a little coverage on his hands was going to be the end of the world.Ā
"I could make a condom joke instead, so be grateful!~"Ā
A pruned hand smacked your thigh in protest. āHar. Har.ā
As you dismounted him (since you knew he was just gonna be pouty and sulk until he could touch you again), you pulled him up by his neckline so that he followed hungrily behind you and didn't cause a stink over it. In your room, you dug in his designated helmet for his gloves, which he roughly handled and donned while you rounded his strong set of shoulders and kissed him through it across the bits of skin you could reach.
"Can't believe I gotta put these fuckinā- things on- every time I get hot and fuckin' bothered-āĀ
"We'll figure that out, honey. Hey,ā you pull him up to your sightline, āYou still got me?ā
Gloved but no less handsome as ever, Bakugou looks far too dazed to try his hand at driving your bike. Better he crash here, with you. He grabs you close; his answer.
ā-- then thereās no complaints here. Itāll work; for now."
He moans kind of high and happy into your kisses on his mouth again. The sound ripples in you, coaxing more love out from your needy fingers and gentle kneading and soft layers that heās mad he couldn't reciprocate anymore. He voiced this displeasure when he tugged up on your thighs and tipped you onto the bed. Setting a knee between your thighs and capturing a hand in his to pin you, Bakugou firmed up his brows,Ā
"Well, maybe I wanna feel you BACK, huh?"
"I get that, Katsu-honey~ we'll-- work on it. Learning curve."Ā
One thing the Hero World would be fast to assume about Katsuki Bakugou is that he'd take whatever he wanted from someone making eyes at him; that he'd be dominant and mean and addictive and that one might regret pushing his buttons in the bedroom, because it would be far too much. āBetter not test him, heād be too rough.ā But you hardly think this way, as you have him here:
Here, you look up to him, lovesick and shy, pulling him down because he feels too far away. And tempered as he is when he's in deep, Bakugou reads you and quickly responds in kind. He does kneel over and meets your lips, but freezes like steel as he tries to figure out how to be close but not crush you, despite your yanking for it.
"Katsuki~~"
"I'm not dropping ninety-five kilos aā dead weight on you, dummy,ā he chortled, āNot gonna happen."
"But I want you~~"
"Oh, you want me, huh? Needy girl..." Pets caressing down your cheek, you cup your Katsukiās arm instead as it trails gingerly down the neck, stopping at your collar, until you force it down its path more towards your chest, and lower.Ā
His touch carries very little pressure. Rather, you see him just watching his own movements in a haze- "Pretty, pretty girl."
A thought crosses your mind and you feel confident; if you voice it, heāll answer you honestly.Ā
"Have you never dated anyone before, āDynamightā?"
Without an immediate defense, you're happy to see heās still letting you guide his hand to slide under your shirt collar and sift along your bra line.Ā
Unphased, he answers a gentle -but surprising- ānoā.
"No high school crushes?" you press, flattered.
"Tch, I went to UA. When would I have had time for that?" Bakugou slides your strap and shirt more to the side as he explores, then kisses the shoulder.
Breathy, you challenge after your happy hums. āKirishima did..."
He only gave a bemused scoff.
āAnd look where that got him. Is he anywhere close to being #1?" asks the #5 ranked Pro Hero.
"No,"
Bakugouās gloved palms have successfully reached your breasts, pulling the rest up and off with confidence now, eyeing over your skin deliciously.Ā
"Guess who is?"
"Y-you~"
"Damn right." Bakugou licks and teases around the space your nipple would lie under the cup, "And yāknow how I did it?"
Sights locked onto him, pulling other side down to sift your underclothes up to his gloved hand's touch.
"I'm a fast learner. That's how you get to be the best. Learn fast, do it right. Gets you results at the top of the board. I'm damn good at learning something I want; 'specially when that something's you."
You canāt keep quiet now. Not at this, your forever favorite Pro Hero undressing you with eyes and hands,Ā
"Ugh God..."
His hands pawed at every bit of you.
"Name's Katsuki, Angel Eyes. But I'll answer to that if you want~"
Your sexy laugh turned to a moan as he sucked hard at your neck to please you, then worked on getting himself fully topless to match. Once laid back with a delightful little jiggle of everything wonderful, Bakugo's sight lay fixed on you, hands running everywhere he could reach now.Ā
For once, he looked a little scattered, unsure what to do next besides pet you and breathe.
You teased a leg up his, and tried prying his hard shell open again, "There's no wrong way to play, y'know~"
"Heh?"
"You look like you're working-" you rubbed your own tits, a handful each, "-trying to figure out your next move. But really, there's no bad option. It's just me."
Understanding, he nodded, but still looked conflicted.
"And I don't bite, promise~" you tried for levity, finally making him chuckle a little and bring life to his smirk.
"Y'might as well, looking at me like that."
"What, this?" you kneaded and pushed your tits together.
"Fuck, me..."
"S'what I'm saying."
Then in a sweet move, Bakugou pulls you up to cradle you by your jawline and kisses you lovingly, then holds your foreheads in place while he takes a couple practiced inhales.Ā
Beneath you, you see how excited he is, but also how tense his core has become. It ever so barely trembles.
A muted string of a confession leaves him,Ā
"I talk big shit... but... never done this part." āthis part being sex, you now gather- "Sue me if I'm tryna do right by you. I- feels like my heart's literally goinā a mile a minute here, what the hell..."
"Mine too~" you run a soothing drag of your nails up his arms before smoothing up and over to his waist, "You are doing right by me, though~ just go with what feels right. I just want you, Kats."
"Yeah?"
"I want you,ā you assure him with charged-up love and desire for him, ā-so bad."
That was seemingly all he needed to clear his head because he fell right down to you, crawling beside you and scooping you up into his arms where he could trail his hand all up the expanse of your back. Somewhere in there, he slipped off your pants and took the chance to feel all up and down your legs with greedy chuckles.
He'd moan what a gorgeous sight and gentle thing you were, his mouth leaving no limb untouched or unpraised. He's also high on the attention you gave him right back, especially when you tipped him onto his back and kissed along the lines of his chest. Bruises and dips mark up his otherwise perfect skin, but you're pleased to have your Katsuki enjoying this if his sighs are any indication of his arousal.Ā
Bakugou quirks a brow as he settles back, preparing for you to mount and have your way with him. Consent is king and he doesn't wanna force you to be in a position you don't want.
āYāwant me here?ā he asks with hands supporting your waist. āShow me how it's done?ā
The sight below you has you ready to pass out on the spot. Heās handsome and horny and all yours.
"Ready when you are~"Ā
The line between Dynamight and the man behind the title is blurred as he settles into a cocky smirk. He's proud and never one to shy away from attention- not even this, so it seems.Ā
Bakugou chips his chin up at you with his full support.Ā
"Atta girl~"Ā
You whimper when you grind on top of him at first: not simply at how hot the first pass is for you after so long, but how wrecked Bakugou looks as he exhales with force. It's an effort to will himself still, and you love the look of it on him.Ā
Pride surges in you as you sway yourself over him, checking him over and making sure he's comfortable.Ā
āYou got me?ā
His sights open again, to you in all your glory. Any edge he carries in his waking hours is gone as he's let comfort and ease take the wheel over his nervous system.Ā
Bakugou is pretty damn adorable this way, but you'd only ever say so when he's fully confident- not out on a limb trying something this new with you for the first time. Here, you'd build up his confidence and see how he rises to the challenge. But youāll go slow, above all else.
Fingers find renewed life as he squeezes you,
āI got you,ā he says in wonder, getting there, āI gotcha."Ā
But right before you lifted up to let him shove his waistline down, he stopped you from sitting with a hard hand at your tummy. In a quick switch, he's cursing nervously about needing to wrap it up.Ā
Before he could toss you off, you brought his face back to you with a tender hand, keeping him from getting up altogether and bolting for his bag slung somewhere in the kitchen.Ā
"I'm covered on that front, hon,ā you stifle any laughing at his earnest pursuit, āPlanned a bit ahead- got in with the nurse a few months back."
Bakugou stills, but then his confusion and concern give way to something deeper. Heās looking at you, awed.Ā
"You're on it-?"
"Mhm. I'm all set, baby. There's no one else, justā just you. I won't stop ya if you'd feel better with one on, just wanted you to know. "Ā
Fondness for the hero-turned-friend-turned-lover made you rake your fingers through that mess of blond hair you daydream of petting and bringing out a groan from him all by yourself,Ā
"However you want me: inside or out~"
Recognition heats him up more, "You sexy, fuckin' girl..."
Catching you back in his arms, Bakugou falls in love all over again. Heās sinking into you sideways, hiking your leg up and over his hip and just holding you closeā your man is all in for this the moment he's submerged in you.
"FUUUUUuuuuuck yehehehessā¦ā
You're overwhelmed and giddy and full, and find that it's not just you who's laughing by the time you make eye contact. It's thrilling and perfect that you're here -doing it- and youāre obsessed with how close you two are in this moment that it makes your relief palpable and light-hearted.Ā
After heated kisses to get him to actually start moving, you're turning every laugh into a love-filled moan: a sound that Bakugo chases with everything in him.Ā
Eventually the momentum is like a run, fueling him with the more he hears, and is soon tipping you back to settle on top himself-- in charge and letting you take backseat. By how you gawk up at the show of strength, itās more than alright with you~
"Oh my God, yes sir!!" you squeal seeing him in charge.
"Yeah? Like this, pretty girl?ā Bakugou is in his element, despite having just joined the party moments ago, āYālike your āBackpackā on top, makin sure you don't move a fuckinā muscle?"
Each huff and moan he makes glues your sights to the spot- head dipping to where you are slamming together, which only makes him ramp it up even more to give you a show.
āYeah yeah yeah-- oh FUCK, why haven't I gotten my head out of my ass sooner, you are FUCKING incredible!--ā
The sounds Bakugouās making are passionate and raw, even more so as you're close and you tell him so through near tears. Youāre about to cum, embarrassingly fast for you- but then why wouldn't you when the sight of the love of your life is rocking your world off its hinges and sending you into the best headspin?
"Do it baby, do it do it do it~" he growls the freedom deliciously to youā so you will your hand to let go of the comforter and start rubbing your clit wildly to get you over the edge, till you're bucking up and siezing through relieved sobs.Ā
Bakugou almost damn near chokes on his own shock at the feel, yet only slows a little bit while he holds you down, holds you through it. Once youāre reaching up for his shoulders again -your cue that you're ok and settled - he dives down to your level for some hard kisses as a reward.
Somehow he breaks from the haze of you deliriously giggling for him soon enough, gasping outĀ desperate lines that nearly made your heart explodeā all while going right back to fighting like mad to go over the edge like you did.
āFuck, I love you.. fuck, I love you, fuck fuck fuckāā
The closer he gets, the hand pinning yours to the bed starts to burnā which takes your attention.
From watching him fuck you to check your joined wrists is more urgent: Bakugouās forearm is trembling and visibly sweating all down to the cuff absorbing the rest.
Pretty much sobered you right up by the incoming pain, you're surprised, but you fake it in your bliss and rush him along anyway, until he cries out and shudders into your neck as he finishesā kissing it lightly in thanks muttering all sorts of nonsense you couldn't make out once he sinks onto you- spent.
āFun, right baby?ā
Bakugouās grunting at every little move of his body.
āSā... Mādizzy,ā he rasps, āSāit always dizzy?ā
Under a spell yourself, unearth some spare sass nā sweetness from your back pocket,Ā
āWhen it's good,ā you give your valid opinion, your free hand making your mark along his arm to settle him down, āwhen they listen to what you need, nā when they can provide- even before any clothes come off. I find it best that way, that isā¦ā
Bakugouās head lolls to the side, pressing a kiss to the tender space just in front of your ear.
āThat it isā¦ā
Your palm is pulsing. Hot. But still, you let him find rest, wondering more if he was ok since he was never EVER this gushy, but as his release turned into relieved laughs, Bakugou bridged over you to blow your hair back with a playful gust of his lips and gave you some more indulgent kisses. Sweet as ever, you kissed him back and pressed into his thumb working over your still joined hands.
"You like me~" you taunted.
"huh?~~ā
"Yāsaid you loved me..."
Katsuki giggled, "Shuddup, dummy."
This prompted your tug to free your hand again, hissing when he released and revealed your palm: tinged with an onset of a blister, splotchy with heatā
"THE FUCK??!!ā Bakugou noticed the damage himself, āDAMMIT, why didn't you SAY I was cooking you alive??"Ā
At his apology ridden eyes, you didn't want this hiccup to stall the moment you'd just shared. Flexing each of your hands easily, you shook off any look of pain and beamed up at him instead.Ā
"You weren't! It just got a lil hot~" he looked at your face again, confused as to why you're not upset at his repeat offense, "BBQ, amiright?"Ā
Your no-longer sweetheart growls down at you, textbook Bakugou BiteTM.Ā "NOT. funny."Ā
You laughed at the nature of it all.Ā
"I'm ok, baby. Whew... Oh my God~"
Your relief is something fuzzy and delighted to you, but knowing how your darling Katsuki gets in his own head about how fiery his quirk can be, you give him a little wink to quell any fears.Ā
It works, as your assurances always do. He admires your sated bones and lays another sloppy smooch on you. A silent promise; heāll take a look at your hand in a bit.Ā
In moving up your body to reach his shirt to wipe himself with, he slipped out, still hot and heavy (given that he came already) and undeniably turned on- even in this state. You cringed at the mess hitting the cooler air. Hearing your complaint, Bakugou pecked your cheek and nuzzled you back adoringly.Ā
"Love you, angel.ā
"I love you too~" your easy reply passes your lips wistfully.
A dry ache in his chest, he made to rise and see about getting you two a little more comfortable, feeling that same wetness too and grumbled about washing his damn hands, but you stopped him with a little whine.
"Stay~~"Ā
Crimson eyes softening to yours, the boyish charm returns to Bakugouās otherwise stoic demeanor. It's a sign heās clearly plagued in an afterglow buzz.
"Cmon, lemme clean us up. I need the fan on."Ā
Even colder? Darn his body temp. "Nnng.."Ā
He gets up anyway, but promises his return with a chip to your chin, "I'll stay, gorgeous. Told you so. I'll stay as long as you want tonight."Ā
When he came back with the wet washcloth, he coaxed you to stand on your own and go take care of yourself, too. The top sheet is changed and re-tucked in before you got backā mismatched from what remained on the bed before, but you didn't really care.Ā
Heās made himself comfortable in the bed, only slipping on his boxers you can barely catch the edge of from the sheet in his lap. Itās only made you fold all over again- proof that your boyfriend knows where you keep your spare sheets in the first place.Ā
You slipped on a fresh pair of panties in your pit stop, but went hunting for your loose shirt again, not bothering with anything under. This got Bakugo's attention seems,
"What, you cold?"
"Little bit~"
"Māover here, then," he patted his chest, you joined him, only to have him sneak his arm under your shirt and tease your tits again, "Don't see why you need this shitty thing while I'm around, just gettin' in my way.."
Giggling and sinking into him, you couldn't fault him. He did have to stay gloved for so long earlier. You laid a kiss straight on his cheek while he had his fill of you.
"Happy girl?" he sings down to you.
Happy girl indeed. "Mhm~ Happy Murder God?"
"Heh-yeah,ā Bakugou schooled his breaths to sync to you, āI could get used to this."
"We'll figure out the glove thing."
"...M'sorry for almost toasting you.ā
āEh- I can handle a little snap-crackle-pop.ā
Bakugou snorts, tapping out the jingle beat for ārice crispiesā on your shoulder. All's forgiven on that front.Ā
āReally shoulda thrown those in the washer," he grimaced above you, looking over at the door where he set them back with his riding gear.Ā
"We'll get it later," You snuggled down in his arms, happy to take his leftover heat. āWasherās all yours~ā
"Yeah. Yours is better than mine anyway,ā Bakugou leans his head fully back onto your propped up pillows. A contented sigh forces the rest of his muscles to lax. ā--piece of crap rattles like it's about to blow up. Yer dishwasherās better too.ā
As he chatters away, he played with the ends of your hair absently.Ā
āI thought you were my dishwasher?ā
Bakugou pauses his twirls, āOi, I never said I was signing up for that! I was beinā nice.ā
āYes, you were~ā you kissed his neck to force his rising growl down. Works every time. You're back to snuggling in his arms with a contented sigh. āIāll do them next time.ā
āIf youāre fast enough, slowpoke, then sure.ā
You can barely make out your washer thrumming in the next room as well as the even more distant smooth jazz channel streaming from the living room, but remembered your earlier mindset and just hugged him tighter.
This, you'd certainly miss when he went home tonight. Feeling this close, this warm together, having shared something really special and intimate that you couldn't take back for the life of you. It might make things even worse when it comes to your attachment to himā you two are pushing it at the agency with minimal touches unless there's something really scary that forces his walls down in order to comfort you- or vice versa. After all, your affinity for one another is no oneās business but your ownā¦ but you typically are satisfied by his more public ties to you in all the ways that matter- mostly to others in your circle and strangers who he threatens to kick if they keep starinā at you.
But here, Katsuki holding you is second nature. His true nature. He tells you he cares with every returned text, knowing look, and tender touch he keeps limited in shared company- with you as the sole recipient.Ā
You can only wish this could be your life everyday. Where you can maybe even start your own agency down the line somewhere; Japanās first true power couple who can take names like none other. Launch yourselves higher and higher, work yourselves out of a job, and take a retirement in whatever way looks best for youā
When you get quiet in your thoughts, he even knows your 'hiding' tell. Your pillow tilts down to try and get your attention, finally demanding your eyes with a question laced with clear thinking,
"You meant stay stay,ā Bakugou asked gently, ā-didn't you. Not just- for the night.āĀ
You softenedā¦ nodding ever so much. Leaving room, in case he didn't agree.
What you wouldn't give for him to be your meal prep partner till you both retire from hero work- and then some.
Either nothing went through his mind, or one singular anthem bounced around in there, because all Bakugou did to your little melting expression was kiss you softly, turning you back into the bed, and flopping solidly on top of your chest.
"...gimme 30 minutes. Then let's go get my shit. I call the front room work table."
You're over the moon, and your jaw drops on its own. Heās so ready- barely even thought it through! Or maybeā¦ he was always thinking of it, and was waiting on you.
With that excitement flooding you, you peppered his hair full of kisses until he groaned for you to stopā only after the first ten...
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Dbf! Joel Miller x female reader
"God loves you but not enough to save you,"
summary: In the small town near Austin, Texas, you areĀ trapped in a life of rigid expectations and silent suffering. As the preacher's daughter, you endure the mental and physical abuse of your father while your mother, bound by obedience, offers quiet love. Your longing for a father's warmth finds an unexpected solace inĀ Joel Miller, your father's best friend and neighbor. In Joel's presence, you discover a forbidden sanctuary, where your yearning heart is met with a gentle strength you've never known.
warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, AU, No outbreak. (TW) mentions of substance abuse/alcohol use disorder, adult content, religion abuse, violence, blood gore, mentions of death, sexual abuse, sexual content, domestic violences, ped0ph!l1a, cann1bal!sm, human traff1ck1ng, dad's best friend!Joel, HUGE age gap (i will not specify her exact age, but she's legal and Joel is 49), daddy issues, mentions of toxic family dynamic, Joel is widowed, Ellie is 16, angst, smut A LOT, forbidden relationship, soft and protective Joel, innocent and pure reader. your last name is Gibson. any other details will be explain throughout the story. inspired by the album Preacher's daughter by Ethel Cain and also mix with lana del rey vibes.
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āĀ to my love, Joel.
,...found you just to tell you that I made it real far, i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did.
while you were torn apart, i would still wait with you there.
don't think about it too hard, honey. or you'll never sleep a wink at night again.
and don't worry about me and these green eyes,
baby, just know that i love you. andĀ i'll see you when you get here.
i love you forever, Joel... ā
THE PLAYLIST! (on spotify)š°š¼āāļø
the preacher's daughter āŖļø dbf! joel miller
MASTERLIST!š
Chapter 1: "But I always knew in the end, no one was coming to save me,"
Chapter 2: "Because that's how my daddy raised me,"
Chapter 3: "I watched him show his love through shades of black and blue"
Chapter 4: "He looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro reds,"
Chapter 5: "Because for the first time since I was a child, I could see a man who wasn't angry,"
Chapter 6: "Let him make a woman out of me,"
Chapter 7: "You wanna fuck me right now?"
Chapter 8: "The fates already fucked me sideways,"
Chapter 9: "Christ, forgive these bones I'm hiding,"
Chapter 10: "and that's why I could never go back home,"
Chapter 11: "I don't care where as long as you're with me,"
Chapter 12: "If it's meant to be, then it will be."
Chapter 13: "Beautiful people, beautiful problems."
Chapter 14: "You put your hands into your head, and then smile cover your hearts."
Chapter 15: "Something's bad is 'bout to happen to me,"
Chapter 16: "Tag, you're it."
Chapter 17: "If he's a serial killer then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?"
Chapter 18: "He's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed"
Chapter 19: "Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise,"
Chapter 20: "You poor thing, sweet, mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do."
Chapter 21: "If we die tonight, I'd died yours."
Chapter 22: ENDING
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the preacher's daughter by babyvenoms
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